#adachi tohru x reader

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hanasuto ♕ adachi tohru x fem reader social link - you rizz adachi up at the local junes ((based on a c.ai convo lol))

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So, where is he?

The chime of the automated doors resounded, following it was the sound of them sliding open. You had stepped inside the store. As you did so, your polished heels clicked against the tile. An aesthetically pleasing sound to the ears.

Even at the entrance, you were met with the refreshing scents of fresh fruits and other fancy products. A fitting atmosphere for a well received everything store. Praising it almost made you feel guilty, for the crippling shopping district across the way. It was on its last legs, and here you were complimenting its multimillion dollar competitor. Though you held pity for those family-run businesses, you had to admit the hyperstore was nice and convenient for the quiet town. After all, you did almost all your shopping at the same superstore back in S-City, so you held a bit of a bias.

Upon entering the place, you turned the corner and spotted a familiar face in the corner of the entrance, residing by the windows and elevators. Found him. It was as if he was trying to hide from you, but judging from your talks, most likely Dojima. It’d make sense to duck instead of a building, especially under the guise of work. Though, is it really a good idea to hide out in the store his partner’s daughter loves to shop at? A charming grin of amusement graced your lips as you approached your fellow coworker.

“An avid shopper of Junes, are you?” You said in a playful tone.

Adachi turned his head at the sound of your voice. Judging from his growing smile and the straightening of his posture, he seemed to light up upon seeing you. Perhaps he was glad you graced him with your presence. “Oh, hey (Y/N).” Chuckling at your remark, he gave you a wry yet kind smile. “You know me, their deals are pretty irresistible.” He joked back.

Following the two uncanny and mysterious murders in Inaba, the police force figured they needed more hands on the strange case. As such, you were transferred out of your bustling city to come to this quiet little town in the countryside. They believed that since this was a unique string of murders and disappearances, they might as well put the best detectives in the country on it. It was astonishing how many of the finest were shoved onto this single job. You even met Shirogane’s kid here, as aloof as she is on the case.

Adachi was another detective that you met while working on it. You already knew Dojima pretty well, but him… not so much. It wasn’t until you were assigned this case that you met, and became acquainted with each other.

Though, a link quickly bloomed between the two of you after you first caught him slacking off. It was at the Junes entrance, when you finally decided to take your break that you ran into him. Adachi begged you not to tell Dojima, and you promised it would be your little secret. After you hit it off, the two of you would occasionally run into each other there. Once you got work done, you’d drop by and check up on him, and spend time chatting.

Your bond grew from there, and you started to grow attached to the guy. While he might not be the type of man you usually take interest in, his mild-mannered, less than average character was admittedly endearing. It was adorable.

Incidentally, it doesn’t appear the attraction was one sided either, as tensions seemingly run high when the two of you interact. You might’ve flirted with him once or twice and he reciprocated it.

“So? Get any work done?” You asked smoothly as you crossed your arms. The facetious smile on your face grew as you curiously watched him. The two of you already knew the answer to that, but it was still entertaining to ask.

“I should be asking you…” He replied with a weary gaze, his eyes glossing over your form. Your composed, elegant demeanor heavily contrasted his rugged one. It’d be a challenge for an onlooker to guess the two of you were in the same field.

Contrary to Adachi, you’ve been hard at work on the case. Where he was coming up short, you were there picking up his slack. It was a painstaking endeavor in his eyes, but you did it with ease, and all with an unwavering, nonchalant disposition. Even Dojima would compliment you ever-so often for the help. You think it would annoy Adachi that a woman was showing him up, especially in a male dominated profession like the police force. Surprisingly though, that wasn’t the case. He had taken a liking to you. 

Unlike the cruel Dojima who constantly put him through the ringer, you had always been sweet to Adachi. From being pleasantly cordial in conversation, to looking after him with work or the bullying he received from his partner. Though it was unexpected at first, Adachi saw your kindness as refreshing, like a cool oasis in a scorching desert. Since you were so charming, it was only natural that he often found himself wanting to see you again.

It didn’t help Adachi’s uncontrollably growing feelings that you were pretty. Seriously, it was hard for him to wrap his head around how your occupation was the same as his when you looked like a supermodel. Despite the difference in age, you could probably give Risette a run for her money. 

Not to mention how enigmatic you were. All of these things he just described were only surface level. Nobody really knew your past or the intricate workings of your personal life. The mystery was intriguing to almost everyone in the department. How surprising that such a nonchalant woman could be just as mysterious as one of the Shiroganes. To think you two were acquainted was so surreal to him.

Diligent, precocious, and caring… and then on top of that you were a knockout when it came to looks. And you knew how to cook. You were exactly his type, just like he said to Yu Narukami once before in a conversation describing his kind of partner. Well, Adachi didn’t outright say he wanted you, but halfway into his description he realized that it lined up with your traits almost verbatim. It was impossible to deny it anymore. You were his type, and even more stacked on top of that. It was hard to imagine this wasn’t an alternate reality. His ideal girl, somehow, had come along. How on earth did you ever come across each other?

Ever the skeptical nihilist realist, he figured it was too good to be true. A perfect woman such as yourself would’ve had someone by now, because who wouldn’t scoop up a catch like you? To say he was shocked when he learned you were single was an understatement. He was floored, nearly spitting out his coffee when it came up in conversation. 

You said you were focused on work, but if the right guy came along, you’d fully devote yourself to treasuring him. While Adachi’s negative experiences with dating and women had him begging to differ, it was slightly intriguing to hear you say that. It was exactly what he wanted.

“...Uh, (Y/N)?” He spoke up, catching your attention. You hummed, confirming you were listening.

“Shouldn’t you be, uh… working?” He asked, raising his brow. Though it might’ve come off as an imposing or awkward question, he genuinely wanted to know. His thoughts wouldn’t leave him be otherwise. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do right now than talk to me.”

A soft, airy chuckle escaped you, as if his statement was absurd. Your eyes locked with his, and you smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? I like spending time with you. You’re pleasant to be around.” You replied with an honest answer.

Needless to say, Adachi was taken aback by your response. It was awfully sweet, so much so that he thought he heard you wrong at first. “M-Me? Really…?” He blinked in surprise. He studied your expression, trying to search for some sort of deception in your eyes, but he came up empty. You were being sincere.

His self-doubt made your heart flutter. It was amusing, but also cute. Meeting his eyes again, your alluringly warm smile returned. “Of course. I like you, Adachi.” You said simply.

Just as you anticipated, Adachi turned bright red at your sudden declaration. He was so shocked he didn’t know how to react. It’s as if you knew the right words to say to render him flustered. The implications behind your words could always be interpreted as innocent, but knowing the type of woman you were, you said that deliberately to throw him off base.

Alas, amidst his growing garden of feelings, his stubborn cynicism was hellbent on fighting him to the bitter end. It didn’t make any sense. A pretty girl having an interest in him? There’s no way.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” He confessed, against his better judgment. Though he was still smiling kindly, there was a clear reservation in his voice. The man found himself ensnared in a quandary. While he admired your boldness, he was also wary of it. There were too many women out there that took advantage of guys like him, and he wasn’t looking to be used.

That had you blink in surprise. Of all things, you didn’t expect a response like that. Did something happen to him before? A case of rejections, or a bad breakup? It made you curious, and intrigued.

“Is that so…” You hummed, holding your chin. Strangely, you couldn't find yourself being deterred. If anything, that sounded like an invitation. Looking up, your eyes met and you cocked your head about an inch. “How do I prove it to you then, Adachi?”

Prove it? The man was surprised at the challenge you posed to him. While anyone with eyes could see you were playing around, he could also sense a hint of seriousness in entertaining him further. Both of you seemed to be testing the waters now. Dancing around any sort of candid confrontation, beating around the bush for the sake of mind games. Keeping your cards close to your chest, both of you refused to show your hands. How far were either of you willing to go until it came to a direct love confession? 

For a moment, he was at a loss for words. Thoughts spurred on by desire, he was already thinking of less than ethical answers to your question. But, he really shouldn’t. If you truly like him, that can wait.

Adachi paused to think, then he straightened himself and stepped an inch closer to you. “Well… you could always hug me.”

Now it was your turn to be caught off guard. With a bemused look, you dropped your arms to your sides. “Hug you…?” You echoed, blinking curiously.

He grinned with a curt nod, as if the jump in bases was completely normal. “Yeah. We’re friends, aren’t we?” He asked, his innocent tone masking his intentions. In a manner of speaking, he had turned your own technique against you. “What better way to prove our friendship than a hug?”

In any other conversation, the both of you would’ve begged to differ. It was a fairly intimate gesture, not something for acquaintances that recently hit the ‘friends’ level. Especially given the context of your amorous exchange. However, that’s precisely what the two of you intended.

“I… I guess you’re right…” You agreed aloud with a pondering expression. Admittedly, you didn’t see your conversation heading in this direction from the start. Thanks to that, you felt your heart pound loudly in your chest every time you looked at him. Resisting temptation was harder than it looked. At this moment, you were on the losing end of the game of sustaining your bravado.

He smiled again, but there was a faint smugness to it. Like a lightning charge, your faint nervousness had invigorated his confidence. So even you had a shy side. It was interesting to him, to say the least. Meanwhile, Adachi’s change took you aback, since you’ve never seen him like this before. “Well then, how about it? A big, warm hug for your good pal Adachi.” He insisted.

You paused for a moment, heart skipping a beat at the predicament you were in. If you weren’t preoccupied with your own shyness, you would’ve laughed at his phrasing. The dynamic was shifting, but you could bring it back. Crossing your arms, your smile returned. The offer was very tempting. “Hmm… but that seems a bit sudden. Maybe if you ask a bit more politely, I will.”

Adachi shot you a look of disbelief. “Ah, come on (Y/N). I thought you wanted to prove yourself. Why do I have to ask for it?” He sighed wearily.

“Asking politely is no fun anyways. I think you should just go ahead and throw yourself at me…” He uttered aloud before pausing. By accident, he let his intrusive thoughts slip. You raised a curious brow.

‘Throw… yourself…?’

And just like that, Adachi’s true thoughts apropos to you were revealed. With little effort too. You couldn’t help but grin smugly at this newfound info. Well now…

His blatant confession was amusing, and while you wanted to entertain the idea, you didn’t want to give yourself to him just yet. That’d be far too easy. 

Upon realizing it, he was about to take it back, but then you parted your lips.

“Oh, I’ll throw myself at you… if you ask me to.” You insisted, raising an index finger. “After all, I have to know if you truly desire such a privilege.” Your voice took on a coy yet methodical tone as you teased him.

Adachi chuckled softly upon hearing that. It’s no surprise that you liked to play hard to get. That said, unlike the other women he’s courted in the past, the chase was admittedly pretty fun this time around. He thought about your terms methodically. If that’s the case, and it was clear by now you were into each other, he was more than happy to indulge himself.

“Fine, if you really want me to ask…” He caved in, exhaling before meeting your gaze. The things he did for love… “I’m really craving a hug right now, (Y/N). Please?” He faintly lifted his arms invitingly after asking.

A smile graced your lips, pleased at the small victory. “Of course…!” You said with an innocent beam. You approached him, and securely wrapped your arms around his neck in a loving embrace. The gesture was naturally warm, as if you were supplying your longtime boyfriend of a few years with his daily need of affection.

You drew closer to his ear, dropping your voice to a soft whisper. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Yeah…” He muttered, your sudden sultry demeanor sending sparks to his lower half. He never could’ve predicted the two of you getting this close. His arms snaked around your waist, while his hands found its place around the small of your back. You certainly proved your devotion right then and there. 

It felt so right to have you in his arms. Now that he had you, he couldn’t find a reason to let go. His heart is racing from the proximity, and he feels your soft chest press against his more sturdy one. He felt like he could get lost in your affections.

You drew back slightly, to meet his eyes and rest your closed hands on his chest. “You’re so gorgeous…” Adachi murmured quietly as he studied your features. He couldn’t help himself. The compliment accompanied by the husky dulcet voice made your heart speed up.

After staring at you for what seemed like forever, he couldn’t take it anymore. Fully surrendering to his impulses, he leaned closer to you, his gaze falling to your lips. His heated, amorous actions didn’t go unnoticed by you. You smiled fondly, and grabbed him by his tie. Gently, you tugged him closer and pressed your lips against his.

The two of you were kissing. Your synapses resounded, as if a repressed euphoric sensation was finally released. It felt so right, perfect even. Though his lips were chapped, they were nice against your soft ones.

Adachi’s arms pulled you closer, and held you tight. Having your frame in his arms was heaven to him. Craving the feeling of your lips, he deepened the kiss. He had been waiting for this, and finally his desires were coming true. For a moment, he lost himself, trapped in his thoughts. The only thing present was you and him. His sense of reason seemingly slipped away.

Pleasant shivers ran down your spine as he touched you. You could kiss him for eternity. Melting in his embrace, you continued to explore his mouth. Caught in the moment, your bodies were intertwining. A romantic, impassioned scene you’d only find in movies.

For a split second, you broke away to breathe. Panting, your cheeks were burning sanguine. Adachi’s were the same. He caught his breath, admiring the flushed look on your face. “Oh, (Y/N)…” He crooned softly. Just as he imagined, you tasted divine. Your lips were incredibly sweet, like a sugary dessert. If he’s not careful, he could get addicted. He leaned closer for another kiss.

“Ms. (L/N)? Mr. Adachi…?” A younger boyish sounding voice called out your names. Identifying it, you released Adachi’s tie.

The two of you quickly drew back a safe distance and turned, spotting Yosuke Hanamura staring at the two of you in confusion. What made matters worse was that Nanako and Yu were behind him, and they were just as bewildered.

“What’re you guys doing?” Yosuke asked with a friendly, yet unsure smile. If he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn the two of you were doing something strange. The two of you looked dangerously close there.

As for you, you figured the three of them must not have seen you kissing, but they could’ve caught a glimpse of you being extremely close. They could easily draw the conclusion from there.

Adachi let out a strained sigh. “Ah, crap.” He muttered under his breath as he adjusted his suit. Being caught in a public place so obvious was embarrassing. He felt like an idiot. His only saving grace was that it was just them and not Dojima. Standing next to you, he gave the kids a friendly wave. “Oh, hey, guys. We were just chatting.” A nervous smile was on his lips.

Unlike Adachi, regaining your composure was easy. Loosely crossing your arms, you chimed in with a kind smile. Your sunny disposition reverted back instantly. “Yep, we were just discussing cases.”

Just talking? Honestly, Yosuke found that hard to believe, given how it looked. Maybe his eyes were tricking him, but he could’ve sworn something else was going on. He would’ve begged to differ, considering how awfully close the two of you had been a moment ago. Maybe he was just dirty minded, but he had an inkling of what was going on between the two of you. Seriously though, he couldn’t believe it. Adachi with you?! How did he manage that?!

However, Yosuke doesn’t say a word, since Nanako was with them. The teenager had his moments, but he was mindful not to be weird around her. Unaware of the awkwardness protruding the air, the young girl smiled at you. “Hi, Ms. (L/N)!” She’s very fond of you.

You returned her grin and gave a small wave. She’s an adorable kid, and you’ve grown to love her. At this point, you’re like her aunt. Needless to say, the interactions between you two are very heartwarming.

Unfortunately for Adachi, he’s not holding his own against the two boys. Still, he smiled at them. “Nice to see you, kids. How’s it going? Aren’t you studying hard for the exams?” He asked.

Yosuke chuckled nervously with a nod while Yu rolled his eyes. The scene was painfully awkward.

Like Nanako, you feigned ignorance to the awkward situation. By now, you had calmed yourself on the inside to reflect your outward appearance. You were relieved the kids didn’t see anything. But to be fair, you were making out by the Junes elevators, so it’s not like you were trying to be discreet.

“Are you about to do some shopping at Junes?” You asked Nanako with a gentle, almost mother-like tone. The little girl beamed with an excited nod. “Uhuh!” Nanako said. The next time you weren’t busy, she wanted to invite you along.

Your gaze returned to all three of them. “Well, don’t let us hold you up. Have fun~!” You chuckled, sending them off with a sincere smile.

Yu and Nanako said their goodbyes and took off to go inside. Yosuke muttered something along the lines of ‘lucky bastard…!’ and followed them out. And with that, the kids went inside the store, leaving the two of you alone again. Smirking with amusement, you turned to Adachi. Though you covered your mouth, you failed to suppress a small laugh. That was pretty close.

Adachi let out another sigh as he met your eyes. His shoulders went slack. “I don’t think they were fooled.” He confessed. Chances are they’ll be talking about that later with their friends. Though he was embarrassed, there was also something exciting about other people knowing you were with him. In any case… “We should finish our conversation somewhere else…” He suggested, eyeing the doors.

That was for the best. The last thing you’d want was your pleasant talk to be disturbed again. You held your hands behind you. “Lead the way, detective.” With a grin, you replied coyly. You were ready to see where this would go. Adachi felt a rush of heat running down his neck at your coquettish tone, and he guided you out.

im obsessed with this man its not good............ my friends and family are disappointed in me

also i live for the mia fey type girlboss characters they just like me fr T-T-T

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and they waited [part 1.]

"they waited, for so long for you to come. you din't come, instead your body laid in the grassy green hills as flies swarmed around the air."

━ IN WHICH KEIJI SHINOGI, ADACHI TOHRU, SHUICHI SAIHARA AND RANPO EDOGAWA DEAL WITH FINDING THEIR S/O DECEASED. THEIR REACTIONS, AND ACTIONS.

#KEIJI SHINOGI

He's tired.

It's been- what? like a week since he's been trapped in this death game. Honored he's even included, really. It's his duty as, Mr. Policeman, to investigate every inch of the area.

So that he can return to you safely.

So when he does, following Sara, he notices film type that had the name of "NON-PARTICPANT.MP3" And decides to himself that it would be intresting to watch it.

"Hey Sara, could you put this on the computer for me?" He asks, to which Sara berudingly nods to. Sliding the disk in, the computer flashes a screen and. .

Why are you in the video?

"Please! Pleaseplease let me go... !! I wanna go home.. !! I wanna see Keiji ..!! He's still missing- I- I can find him! I swear, please! NO- No! Nonono..." You screamed, as the box was filled with gushing water as you momentarily drowned.

He's stunned and tired.

You.. weren't even a particpant, so why were you dragged into this? Why, why would someone so precious ..? Was it because of him? Was it his fault?

"Ahhh.. That's a shame! Really! I was thinking of bringing a random person who almost everyone knew... Too bad the key was dangingly by their necklace, and they din't even know!" A voice eerily cheery exclaimed.

Their necklace? You mean, the necklace he gave you? Stop it. No. That can't be true.

Why, Why was it your turn to die? For the first time, he felt true despair.

#ADACHI TOHRU

"A body of a forensic artist was found deceased five days ago.. their body was discovered by their co-workers near Yasogami High School's entrance. The student who has found the body refused to be interviewed. The culprit has not yet been found, but-"

"...Turn it off, Dojima-San."

"Alright. Well, Bye Adachi. I'm going back home."

He sighs, sitting emptily on the chair. It's hilarious to think the detective agency couldn't find a single fingerprint- and the sole reasoning behind it was because he wore gloves. (For legal reasons, that was a lie.)

Adachi Tohru, also part of said agency, is having the time of his life. When he gets pissed, he can kill people off with just a flick of a finger. It was- It was so easy. No one would find out. Still...

"Adachi-San, you're the one killing people off, am I correct?"

How the hell did you find out?

"Adachi-San, are you happy? It appears to me you aren't."

Shut up.

"Adachi-San, you seem to like cabbages. Haha, that's funny!"

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"Adachi-San, I knew it! you're parents-"

You don't know anything about me. Stop blabbering and keep your mouth shut. Stop spouting nonsense, for the love of God, please.

"Adachi-San.... T... Thank you... for ... everythin..."

You still blabbered your mouth even when you were on the brink of dying. Ironic, you'll never keep your mouth shut.

...Still.

He saw you. He killed so much other people. Yet, when he killed you... Why did it feel different? He's still doing his normal routines, yet whenever he looks at your office..

Why does it hurt?

#SHUICHI SAIHARA

Cold. Painful. Sorrow.

There was so much things he wanted to say, yet silenced choked him out as if he hadn't had a voice.

It was so uncomfortable- so bizzare. He had just left to finish a case, and here you laid cold on the ground with a thousand of spikes penetrating through your body.

He badly wanted for you to just stand up and exclaim that it was simply just a prank, apologize for doing so and the both of you could go on their merry way.

But he knows, that your pranks never go this far.

Is he just trying to believe? There was nothing to believe, there was no fingerprints, no DNA samples- no nothing. It's as if the culprit murdered you then disappeared as well.

He's trying to look for the truth. The one you oh so encouraged him to open his eyes to seek. But your eyes were closed, seeing no truth at all. How he wishes you can just- blink.

Please, please blink.

Rang through his mind. He just wants you to stop. Please. Please stop, wake up. Wake up. Wake up, please. But he knows— he knows you won't wake up.

It hurts him, it hurts him like hell. But whenever he looks back to your body in the autopsy room, he can't help but feel at ease. Why, why were you so frozen and dull still bring him comfort when your body laid cold?

He doesn't know. Please tell him. He knows nothing. And it's pathetic for him to even embrace the detective title now if he had to give it up to the higher ups. I beg of you, please wake up.

#RANPO EDOGAWA

"...Ranpo-San, My condolences but....they have died. They died, and there are signs they were assaulted. We.. We found them in the allyway today."

Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

"But- In my vision, They din't..." Was it because the change of those stupid glasses? Was it because he wanted to wear the glasses you gave him that he couldn't see what happened more clearly?

"Ranpo-San! It's okay to make mistakes, after all, you can still improve!"

It wasn't okay to make this mistake. It costed too much. It costed you. He can't improve, not without you by his side. Where would be his encouragement? His praise? His..

Where would your smile be?

It's over. It's gone. He's the most worthless and terrible detective out there. But.. You... You were just here yesterday. How could have you died? You could protect yourself, he knows, but ...

Maybe it was because of him.

It was because of him that you died. Was... Was he the greatest detective on the earth that everybody said he was? That- That he said? That you said?

I'm sorry for being an idiot. Please come back to me, please. I'll do better, so just hug me and praise me once more with that stupid grin of yours.

#mod chihiro #i got inspiration from mod maki and mod nezumi from their convos :D #ranpo edogawa x reader #keiji shinogi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #adachi tohru x reader #angst #LOTS OF ANGST #would adachi care for you? #answer is no #also the amount of times i see adachi in dojima's house like ok houseiwfe #bongou stray dogs #bongou stray dogs x reader #danganronpa x reader #v3 x reader #thh x reader #yttd x reader #persona 4 x reader

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adachi announcing your relationship

pairing: tohru adachi x gn!reader

tags: established relationship, wholesome fluff, smug adachi

adachi is quite excited to announce your relationship to his co-workers

sure, he's happy that he managed to score such a great partner such as yourself, but he's more excited about rubbing his significant other in his co-workers faces! 

he's sick of the way he's treated at work and so announcing your relationship seems like the perfect way to earn some more respect

he'd even be satisfied with people envying him! anything will do! 

he has you come by after work one day and as his co-workers wonder who you are, adachi wraps an arm around your waist and introduces you as his partner to his co-workers, with a smug smile on his lips

adachi watches with joy, as his co-workers lose their mind about the fact that he's dating someone, yet hides his enjoyment behind an innocent smile

#tohru adachi x reader #toru adachi #tohru adachi #adachi x reader #tohru x reader #tohru #toru #adachi #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #headcanons #persona 4 x reader #persona 4 golden #persona 4 #persona x reader #persona #p4 #dating

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Tell Me

Tohru Adachi x Fem Reader SMUT

As terrible as it sounds, I've come to find after watching the Persona 4 show and seeing bits of the game, Adachi has become one of my many guilty pleasures *I'm a low key simp lol* which means smut time. The premise of this oneshot takes place before the events of the game. The reader moved to Inaba and is Adachi's nextdoor neighbor. He's always very sweet, helpful, and just an overall good friend. But after a night of drinking with him and Dojima, he shows his true colors. This shit gets kinda dark so reader beware, also it's a long one. Minors this definitely is not for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears.

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI. Mentions of murder (not spoilers), mentions of previous sexual encounters, drinking, physical flirtation/touching, jealousy, dubcon, possessiveness, HEAVY degrading, manhandling, neck gripping/light choking, control kink, oral (m receiving), slight bondage, inappropriate use of the "L" word, Adachi kinda being an unhinged jerk, unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, friendly neighbors to purely sexual partners.

You casually made your way down the street to your home after a long day of working at the local coffee shop. It had been a steady day, seeing all your regular customers for their morning coffee, trying to keep up with the busy lunch hour, and students coming in during the afternoon to hang out after school. There wasn't much else to do in Inaba, being as small and rural as it was. People would entertain themselves by going to the local shops on a daily, and whenever there was event you'd expect everyone you knew to be there. That was something you learned quickly when you first moved to Inaba over a year ago, not knowing to the full extent of how rural it truly was at the time. You moved from a more populated area where you had more than enough options to keep you entertained. Arcades, shopping malls, restaurants, and a sleuth of pubs.

But when you moved you were met with a beautiful countryside that went on for miles, there was a forest where you could camp out, a beautiful river that was just on the outskirts of town, and a friendly community. But it was lacking in what you were used to, just a few local shops, a traditional inn, and a Junes. Not that it was a terrible thing, you chose to move away from the hustle and bustle of the city. You wanted to live in a more peaceful, reserved area where you could focus on yourself and pursue being a better person overall. Something quiet and simple would be a good change of pace, so you thought anyways.

The first few months were the hardest, with the community being so close-knit, it was hard to make friends. You weren't outcasted, but everyone seemed to have a group of people they hung out with, and they weren't looking to expand it any further. The one person who seemed to really want to connect with you when you first arrived was your neighbor. His name was Tohru Adachi, a lower ranked detective for the Inaba police force. He was a very plain looking man, on the thinner side, in his late twenties, with dark hair and a kind face. The first few days after moving in he introduced himself and offered to help you get moved in and settle. Seeing that no one else was offering, you graciously accepted and the two of you quickly became aquatinted with one another.

Once you were able to land a job at the coffee shop, you found out it was his and his superior, Ryotaro Dojima, favorite spot for downtime when they weren't stuck in the office or out on a case. The three of you became very close and would spend a good bit of your time together. Whether it was Adachi stopping in after work for a cup of tea, or the three of you went out for supper, or spending your breaks with them at the shop, it seemed you and those men were inseparable. You and Adachi especially. Although he was shy at first, often tripping over his words, chuckling nervously, and his face a flushed mess. You actually found it to be very endearing at the time. But he gradually grew comfortable and calm. You were confident when you told others he was your best friend. In fact your colleagues would pick on the two of you when they saw you together, saying how you two should get a room. You tried not to let it bother you, but you were only human. You didn't look at your friendship as anything more than the two of you having a good connection, it wasn't about sex or anything beyond that at time, and you were more than sure Adachi felt the same way. He would reassure you everytime comments like that were made, telling you not to worry about them and that they were just a bunch of bitches.

The months pressed on, you worked, spent time with the boys, explored the sights of Inaba, and made a few more friends along the way. But you felt yourself longing for something more, something physical. You never went out looking for it though, nor did you ever insinuate anything to any of your friends. Not wanting to make things weird or awkward, you just pushed the longing down and carried on, but it was more obvious then you realized. The prolonged hugs you gave to the boys when you'd see them, lingering touches of admiration when you'd comfort them after a long, hard day of work, and the look of need hiding behind your soft eyes. Dojima, seemly not interested in any kind of sexual relationship with you, ignored those signs and treated you as he always had. Adachi however, found it hard to control himself and the urges to fulfill your needs. He wanted to reciprocate the touches you left, to satisfy your every need, and have you becoming undone beneath him. But like you, he pushed it down. He pushed it down as much as he possibly could, until he couldn't anymore. There were a few nights where he'd come over to visit, and the two of you broke down for each other, turning those visits into spending the night. It wasn't anything miraculously special, just a friend helping a friend. You both agreed that it wouldn't be an ongoing occurrence and that you didn't want it to affect your friendship, so you kept visits like that as scarce as possible. When they did happen, the two of you did what you had to do, and he'd be gone by morning as if it never happened. And things went back to normal after that, nothing more, nothing less.

You approached your home hastily as rain clouds quickly formed above you. The forecast said it was supposed to rain but not until later on that afternoon. Pulling out your keys and opening the door you made your way inside. Taking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket, purse, and apron, you sighed a sigh of relief. You made your way to the bathroom and prepped yourself for a shower. Removing your sweaty work clothes and throwing them in the hamper next to the bathroom room door, you stepped into the shower and turned the faucets. Letting the hot water hit your body with ease, you grabbed your loofah, squirted some tropical scented soap into it, and began washing your body. Letting the loofah lightly scrub at your skin you thought to yourself what the plan would be for that evening. You assumed you were probably going to spend it alone, considering the boys had been pulling late night shifts the last few weeks. The last time you saw them was a week or so ago at the shop, both beaten down from the lack of sleep and frustration of the case slowly going cold. They didn't give you any major details of the investigation so they wouldn't have you worried, just that there had been a homicide towards the edge of town. You found out more from news sources, being the nosy little thing you were. You found out the victim was business man, he wasn't a local from what the reports said. His car, along with his body, had been found on the side of the road by a few highschool kids who were going to the river. He'd been beaten to death with his own tire iron, they thought the motive might have been money, but they didn't have much to go off of other than speculation. No fingerprints, foot or tire tracks, nothing. Cases like that always seemed to really piss off Dojima, and he normally took it out on his subordinate. It was awfully common for him to do that, Adachi had always been an easy target for Dojima ever since they started working together. You felt bad for the poor guy, being constantly picked on and even belittled at at times. You'd find yourself telling Dojima to ease up on Adachi and let him try to be more independent. He'd never listen to you though, it was very much a 'in one ear and out the other' situation. Switching your train of thought back to what you were going to do that evening, you rinsed off the soapy suds and proceeded to wash out your hair. Humming to yourselves quietly as you massaged the soap into your scalp. Indecisiveness plagued your mind, not wanting to make any definitive choice in case you got invited to go do something later on. You finished out your shower and followed it with your after shower routine, then putting on some house clothes, which were a pair of jogging shorts and a loose t-shirt. Making yourself a small snack, checking your phone for any messages, and popping in a movie, you settled in and on your couch for the afternoon.

Before you knew it, the hours passed and dusk fell upon the little town. The rain had started some time ago and the rhythmatic pitter patter of the raindrops on your roof, as well as watching the light rain itself, caused you to doze off. You weren't asleep long though as the vibration of your phone against the coffee table stirred you awake. Snatching it quickly, you saw the caller ID; Adachi. You answered,

"Hey man," you said groggily trying to wake yourself up a little more. You heard some shuffling and the gruff voice of Dojima in the background.

"Hey Y/N, I didn't wake you did I," he asked worriedly. You smiled to yourself at his concern for you.

"No no, I was just dozing off a little, nothing to worry about," you said standing up from the plush cushion and began pacing the room.

"Oh good, I was afraid I was interrupting your beauty rest," he said in an amused tone. You gave a quiet chuckle in response to his corny joke.

"No, I'll get plenty of that tonight. I was just sitting down for bit after work and the rain made me sleepy. But that's not important. So what do I owe the pleasure of hearing that lovely voice of yours," you asked in sarcastic tone. But you had to admit everytime you heard his voice it was like a shot to the heart. You really liked him a lot, probably more than you should've, but you set your boundaries and you didn't want to hold him down from his career. Besides the friends with occasional benefits worked out well enough for the both of you. You heard his voice hitch in the back of his throat as he spoke,

"Oh well Dojima wanted me to let you know he invited us to his place for drinks tonight as a way to try to decompress from the case," he stated in disappointment. You could hear Dojima say something to him in the background but couldn't make out anything other than 'sorry sir' from Adachi. You quickly thought it over, seeing them would be nice, but drinking a bunch would not be the best idea because you had to work the next day. But you figured it wouldn't hurt to go over for a few hours, maybe cook up a hot meal for everyone and catch up.

"Yeah sounds good. I'll make us all up some beef bowl. I won't say too long though, only because I have to work tomorrow," you told him blatantly. He sighed slightly under his breath, but perked right back up,

"Alrighty sounds good to us. I'll pick you up in about 15 if thats alright?"

"Yeah sounds good. See you in 15." You hung up the phone and quickly made you way to your bedroom. You went to the vanity and quickly spruced yourself up a little, you brushed out your hair and put on some mascara just to make yourself look more presentable. You stayed in youy house closes, seeing as you were just hanging out anyways, you might as well stay comfortable. Walking to the kitchen you sat in one of your wooden chairs and waited for the remainder of the time, playing around on your phone.

There was a knock on your door, you jumped slightly in excitement as you rushed to open it. Waiting on the other side was Adachi, wearing his normal suit and a slightly crooked, scarlet red tie with a light yellow poncho, but no umbrella. His face lit up when he saw you, though his smile couldn't hide the disheveled look he carried. You could tell he hadn't had a night of proper sleep in days from the case they were on, and with Dojima constantly on him, it was safe to assume that wasn't helping either. He had a bag in his hand, probably the supplies for beef bowl you planned to make later on.

"Hey, would you like to come in and out of the rain" you kindly asked him as you gave him a quick hug. He hugged back,

"Yeah, thank you." The two of you made small talk for a little bit before leaving your home and making your way to his car. Sharing your umbrella with him, he asked how your day was. You told him it was just like any other day. You asked him about the case and how it was going, he told you it seemed to be headed in a good direction and that they had some solid leads, be he couldn't go into any further detail. You both got into his car and drove in the direction to Dojimas.

...

Later into the evening at Dojima's you had made them a traditional beef bowl dish, with their help of course. They had quite a few drinks not too long after you all ate, while you stuck to your one glass. Nanako was visiting with a friend for a few hours, so it was just the three of you, not sure of when she'd be back you saved her a bowl just in case. You all talked very casually for the first few hours, talking about all the drama from coworkers at the coffee shop and how things were at the station. They both talked about how the case seemed to be headed in the right direction but they weren't gonna get their hopes up too high.

Dojima had more than his fair share of booze when 9:00 rolled around. He was a blabbering, red mess, talking about how he wished life was easier and how much he hated being a detective. It wasn't that type of thing that bothered you though, what bothered you was that he was being way more physical with you than ever. You sat the in the middle of the two of them and Dojima's hand found it's way around your shoulder, waist, and eventually your thighs. His hand gently caressing the front of them, sometimes drawing circles with his thumb. He even told you how cute he thought you were when Adachi briefly left the room. You didn't say anything though, knowing it was just his repressed thoughts and need of physical contact. You patted his hand as a hint to try get him to stop. He didn't get it though and his hand moved further up and closer to your inner thigh. His other hand snaking around your waist as he brought his face closer to yours. His breath reeking of whiskey as you wriggled away, looking over to Adachi, who was sitting in the corner with his bottle. He was uncomfortable, it may not have showed on his face, but you could see it in his eyes. This wasn't the impression you wanted to make, you loved Dojima dearly as a friend, but already having something kinda sorta established with his partner, you didn't need to make things complicated by bringing him into the mix of it all. You abruptly stood up getting out of Dojima's grasp. You took a shallow breath and looked at Adachi,

"I'm gonna go get a start on those dishes, " you said as an excuse to get yourself out of the room and away from that situation. Adachi's eyes never left your form as you disappeared into the kitchen. You filled the sink with soapy water and let the bowls, utensils, and frying pan soak for a few minutes then began the cleaning process. You scrubbed, rinsed and set everything in the drying rack. When you finished up you heard someone stumbling into the kitchen, you groaned disappointingly to yourself when you heard his slurred voice,

"Hey there kiddo, why did you get up in such a hurry," he asked as he struggled to walk over towards you,

"I needed to clean up these dishes," you said making little eye contact. He came up to you and lightly touched your cheek,

"You're a good kid Y/N. Someday you're gonna make an amazing wife," he hiccuped as he leaned his body into you for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and for being drunk his grip was very tight,

"Thank you Dojima," you said and you hugged him back. You knew he meant well and that he wasn't trying to be weird, at least you thought that was the case. The man hadn't been touched in any way since his wife died, that you knew of anyways. And you weren't about to deny the man a little bit of physical connection. There was a gentle knock at the door before it opened.

Dojima quickly let go of you and scurried back to the living room, it was Nanako. Which meant it was time for you all to head out and Dojima to get some rest. You told Nanako you left her a bowl of supper in the fridge if she wanted it and offered to help her with anything if she needed it. She gave her thanks to you, but said she was fine and wished you and Adachi goodnight as she helped her father to bed. You and Adachi said goodnight to Dojima, even though he didn't respond to either of you. Adachi grabbed his poncho and took your hand in his as you went outside to his car. The rain was still coming down pretty good, although not too much different from earlier in the day. When you both got in, it was quiet, neither of you saying a word. But from what you could tell he was deadpanned and emotionless, just staring at the windshield watching the rain fall on to the glass. This wasn't normal for him, but you had a pretty good idea why it was coming out in that moment. Guilt flooded into the pit of your stomach as you spoke,

"Adachi, I-"

"Why did you let him touch you like that," he asked. He was very monotoned with a hint of jealousy mixed in. You let your head droop a little and moved your hands into your lap,

"It wasn't anything serious," you said meekly. You took a second to give him a side glance. His hands gripping the steering wheel and harshly turning over the ignition. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the vicinity, speeding off in the direction of your homes.

"Nothing serious?! He wasn't practically on top of you. You might as well just had let him have you right there. Not to mention the way he was looking at you," he rebutted, venom lacing his voice as he spoke. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. When he mentioned it, you thought a little more about what he was saying. You didn't really look at Dojima while he was touching you, you thought that if you made eye contact it might have progressed even more. Sighing heavily,

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal. He didn't mean anything by it, he's just starved for some physical contact, it doesn't mean it was sexual," you said barley above a whisper so he'd hear you. He scoffed at your response,

"Don't even try to convince me that it was just some friendly touching. You may think he looks at you as just a friend, but let me tell you something Y/N. He's been wanting to fuck you for a while now," he said looking out his window for a moment. The feeling of resentment filling the small space between the two of you. You didn't want to believe what he just said, not once did you get the impression that Dojima wanted any kind of relationship like that with you.

"If that's the case why hasn't he said anything?" The side glance he gave you was terrifying. The anger fuming in his eyes was enough to make you cower back into the seat as far as you could.

"I'm not sure, why don't we turn around and go back to his place so you can ask him," he spat at you in an angry, heavily sarcastic tone. You looked at him with wide eyes and confusion on your face. This behavior was so unlike him, for as long as you'd known him he was always kind and calm. He never struck you as the jealous type when the three of you were together, infact he seemed to be completely ok with the way Dojima acted towards you. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn't make out. Wanting to reassure him you you spoke up,

"It's not like I'm gonna go seeking him out after tonight, an besides with how drunk he was he probably won't even remember what happened," you said looking out your window.

"I'll remember what happened," Adachi said quietly. He didn't wanna drive it home too hard but he'd remember everything. How it was Dojima's hand around your waist, Dojima's fingers running up your soft thighs, how it was Dojima that had the courage to openly flirt with you in front of him. His blood was boiling at the fact that you didn't do anything to stop it either, in Adachi's eyes, you were his and his alone, even if he never said it out loud before. But in the heat of his anger and frustration, something bubbled up from deep within him,

"If anyone should be touching you like, it should be me." Your head snapped back in his direction, completely taken back from his statement. The tone in his voice shifted,

"And only me." The seduction poured off his tongue like honey in those three little words. Those said words going straight between your thighs as he glanced over at you. His once soft grey eyes turned a bright golden yellow, almost as yellow as the poncho he wore. You held your breath. He smirked and looked away from you back towards the road, your houses weren't too far away now, maybe two minutes away or so.

You were afraid, but not in the way you'd expect to be. You weren't afraid of the way he was acting, but the way his actions had an affect on you. His assertiveness and coy attitude aroused you in a way you never felt with him before. Not to say when you had sex that it was bad, just very casual. There was just no real insensitive to it, he would come over, have a drink or two, and take you to the bedroom. And he was always very sweet and gentle with you those handful of times you were together, but what was happening in that moment was pure jealousy which brought out the aggression. And deep down you liked it. You squeezed your thighs together to try and hide your arousal from him, hoping your home would come into view soon.

As soon as you saw your mailbox your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. Hoping you'd be able to get inside and take care of the little problem growing between your legs on your own. Adachi pulled into your driveway and put the car in park, turning off the engine. Your heart stopped dead in your chest before you could even take your seatbelt off. He unbuckled and looked at you,

"Well?"

"Well what?" You were beyond confused at what was happening as you cautiously unbuckled your seatbelt. He chuckled darkly at your obliviousness,

"Aren't we going inside," he asked as he moved his hand over the console and closer to your thigh, the same thigh Dojima caressed earlier that evening. You looked at him, confused at what he was asking.

"We? Adachi you know I have to work in the morning, and you do too," you said trying to sneakily open the door, only to find it locked. Your breath hitched as fear began to flood your body,

"That may be the case, but, I think you owe me something for the whorish performance you put on tonight," he said devilishly as his hand harshly gripped your thigh. A surprised but pleasure filled gasp erupted from you,

"Adachi please I-"

"You what? Want me to fuck you right here in the car," his breath low and sinister as his grip loosened and ran up your thigh. But unlike Dojima, Adachi had an affect on you. Your breath was heavy as you did your best to hold back the moans wanting to escape your lungs. You tried to hide how much his touch made you melt, but it wasn't working,

"You like this don't you Y/N? You like that I treat you so roughly. If not, just tell me to stop, even though we both know you don't want me to." He was right, you didn't want him to stop, but your better judgement told you it wasn't right.

You squirmed under his touch as his fingers moved dangerously close the heat between your thighs, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh. All of this was so sudden, it was like seeing you being imitate with someone else flipped a switch in him that completely turned his personality around. You shivered ad he left little circles on your flushed skin with his index finger,

"Judging by the way your body's reacting, I'd have to say you're really enjoying this, aren't you slut" he chuckled deeply as his hand left your thigh. Those words had your heart pounding against your ribcage, you didn't want to admit it, but you found all of this new behavior from him extremely hot. You let out a few pants and caught your breath, your thighs squeezed together tighter than they've ever been. Your face was a deep crimson as you faced him. His eyes glowing and an cocky grin spread across his face,

"Look at you, you're already so flustered, and I haven't even really touched you yet," he said bringing his hand to your chin and roughly kissing you. After that, all your better judgement faded away as you kissed him back. But it wasn't a gentle kiss, it was rough, sloppy and full of lust. He lightly bit at your lower lip, making you gasp. He took his opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth and down your throat. You let out a high pitched moan as your body relaxed. His tongue dominated yours as your vision began to get hazy from the lust growing within your core and lack of oxygen. He quickly pulled away, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. As you took a few breaths once again he opened the divers side door, closed it, and walked over to your side. He opened the door and leaned down, whispering in your ear,

"Why dont you show me how much of a slut you really are Y/N," his breath hot against your ear. He took your hand and pulled you up from the seat of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He rushed up the cobblestone walkway and to the front door of your home,

"Open it," he said anxiously. You could tell he was eager to get inside. You rummaged through your purse for your keys and opened to door. He rushed past you as he grabbed on to your arm dragging you behind him. You barely had a chance to close the door before he pulled you through the darkness of your home and to your room. He turned the lights on and pushed you on to the bed, your body falling against the cushioned mattress with a soft thud. He threw off his poncho and shoes, tossing them aside into the corner. He stood at the edge of the bed looking at you with half lidded, lustful eyes,

"Why don't you be a good little whore for me and strip." You felt the heat rise in your body at the thought of stripping for him like this. He'd seen you nude before, but the stripping was just an afterthought. You began to pull off you t-shirt when he said,

"Slowly," the same cocky grin on his face from before. You began to take it slower, putting some sensuality in it as well. After removing your shirt and shoes you teased the hem of your shorts before slowly pulling them down over your legs. Leaving you in your underwear. You hesitated for a few moments before looking at Adachi,

"Did I tell you to stop?" You shook your head.

"Then keep going," he said sternly. You unclipped your bra and let it fall off your shoulder before tossing it to the side. Hesitating again before taking off your panties,

"If you stop one more time, Im going to have to punish you like the whore you are. Do you understand?" His voice never faltering in his threat. You quickly nodded as you finished stripping down for him, leaving you naked and vulnerable. His breath hitched at the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed, breath heavy, and uncertainty in your eyes, it made his cock twitch with anticipation of ravaging you mercilessly. Claiming you in a way he hadn't before. He motioned you to come closer to him, which you did. His hand traced down your cheek before roughly gabbing your jaw, a pained groan leaving your throat.

"Tell me Y/N, who do you belong to?" His eyes burned into yours waiting for a response.

"You, Adachi," you said looking away in embarrassment. His grip tightened on your jaw,

"Fucking look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to bitch." Your eyes met with his again.

"I belong to you Tohru." He let out a satisfied grumble after hearing his first name falling off your tongue. He let go of your jaw harshly while chuckling. His hands moved to the clear bulge in his pants, running his fingers over the outline before slowly unzipping his trousers. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and through the fly of his pants, giving it a few stokes. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be when you first had sex, not that you were complaining, you would just forget sometimes at how big he was. The tip a light pink color, veins protruding just beneath the skin of the shaft, you wanted to look away from the embarrassment you felt, but you knew better. His hand coming into contact with a handful of your hair brought your attention back to him,

"It's not gonna suck itself," he said as he forced your mouth down on his cock. You gagged as he forced his way entire member down into the back of your throat. He gave you a long, strained groan as he began a rough, steady pace. His grip on your hair tightened as he rammed his cock in and out of your mouth. One of your hands wandered to try to get him to slow down and be a little more gentle, but his free hand grabbed yours and gave it a squeeze,

"Don't you try and fight back, I'll will use you how I see fit, do you understand whore?" You looked at him as his pace quickened, pleasured moans spilling out of him as he fucked your throat. You held back your gags as best you could, tears forming at the corners of your eyes from the force behind his thrusts. The thrusts were slowly becoming sloppy as he was losing control, he muttered some curses under his breath. You looked up at him with your half lidded eyes as best you could as he his thrust got sloppier,

"That's right, look at me while I fuck your throat you dirty little slut," he gasped out. His breath hitched and he moaned loudly as he unloaded into the back of your throat. You choked on the slaty substance, needing to take a breath.

"Swallow it," he gritted between his teeth. You did your best to take all you could, although a good bit dribbled out on to your chin. He pulled out of your mouth and released the grip on your hair, you coughed harshly as you took a few deep breaths and wiping away the mixture of drool and cum. Before your could gather your composer, he pulled you up forcefully and pushed you further back on the bed by your pillows. He began to slowly and seductively remove his tie. Taking your wrists together and bringing them up to the headboard as he tied them up with the scarlet fabric. He made sure that it was tight and secure so that you wouldn't be able to move. Running his cold fingers down your wrists, arms, and then your neck. His eyes still the bright Golden color as he looked you in the eyes, for a split second you could see the softness in him, a small soft smile fell on his lips. But in the blink of an eye it was gone and his grip tightened on your neck. You gasped in fear as he came closer to your face.

"You look so fucking good like this, tied up and trembling under me with my hand around your throat. You're such a dirty little bitch aren't you" he whispered to you as his free hand traveled to your chest. He tweaked your hardened nipples, making your squeal and squirm under him. He gave the same treatment to the other, pinching and pulling harshly. The reaction he got out of you was trance inducing, the way your face heated up and how you gave him loud moans of pain and pleasure. His grip now aggressive enough to choke you as he took his hand away from your breasts. His free hand caressed your face as he lightly choked you,

"I can't wait to fuck you so hard you can't get up after," he said as he took his hand away from your face. He took a step back, removing his and from your neck and taking in the sight before him. He removed his pants, boxers, and suit coat, leaving him in his undershirt which he unbuttoned. He chuckled once more, crawling on top of you. His cock harder than before as he teased at your very wet entrance. The tip of his cock brushing your your clit swiftly, making you moan tenderly.

"So sensitive" he teased. Before you could respond he roughly, fully sheathed himself inside of you. He didn't let you adjust to him though as he kept going in fully. You yelped repeatedly as mix of pain and pleasure flooded your body, and though it was painful not being able to adjust fully at the start, but after a minute or two the pain subsided. Adachi looked deeply into your eyes once again as he took your legs and pushed them apart. The look he gave you was pure, unadulterated lust. It shook you to your core as he squeezed your thighs to keep them spread apart, so hard you were sure he'd leave bruises. His grip combined with his rough pace made you moan and plead for him,

"God you're such a disgusting little whore, taking all of my cock in each thrust, just as you should," he groaned sinfully. You looked anywhere you could but his face, embarrassment and arousal worn all in one blatantly on your face. His words made your body quiver, everytime he degraded you it was a rush that you couldn't explain. You knew you shouldn't like it, but being called such profanities from him made you feel special in a sick way. He took a hand away from your thigh, relief washing over it from being held in place for as long as it was, only to be met with his harsh force on your jaw. He held you in place so he could keep your eyes on his,

"Look at me," his voice stern. You nodded lightly as you watched his face contort in pleasure as he fucked you as hard as he possibly could.

"All you're good for is my pleasure. You're just my sweet little cock sleeve huh? Answer me slut," he inquired, almost as if he was begging for it. You tried your best not to let your feverish moans drown out your answer, you felt you orgasm coming on quicker than you expected to,

"Yes Tohru, I'm just your little cock sleeve," you squealed. Your walls spasmed around his cock as you came at your own words.

"Cumming already? Don't think I'm gonna stop now just because your slutty self decided to cum without my permission," he said as he took his other hand off your remaining thigh,

"Keep them spread." His hand moved to your clit and slowly began to rub the sensitive nub. You screamed in response to his actions, with the pace at which he was pounding and touching you knew he would only get faster. You wouldn't last. He let a satisfied groan slip from him as you began to unravel, sweat beads forming on your skin, your moans were constant and desperate. His fingers began to rub more harshly, and you felt another orgasm approaching, he could tell by the look in your eyes it was coming,

"You can cum, and keep cumming you dirty, disgusting whore." And that's exactly what you did. You came on is cock over and over again until it hurt. Your wrist pulled harshly against his tie, hard enough that it would leave markings. You wanted to push him off so you could recuperate and catch your breath, but he wasn't having that. Tears forming in your eyes and falling down your face as the overstimulation was too much for you to handle. At that point Adachi was pounding you mercilessly,

"That's right, cry for me you stupid whore. Cry for me while you cum all of my cock. You've soaked my cock entirely, you dirty bitch. Fuck you keep this up I just might cum for you, would you you like that? Huh?" You nodded as your body shook uncontrollably from the constant orgasming. But you were no longer moaning in pleasure at that point. You were moaning and squealing in discomfort and full, fat tears rolled down your cheeks and on to Adachi's fingers. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy, he was close,

"Tell me Tohru," you cried out. He looked at you with confusion across his lust filled face. You wanted him to finish selfishly so you could finally feel some relief.

"Tell me how I'm a terrible whore. And how much you hate me for it. Tell Tohru!"

"No, I love you my dirty little slut." His statement, through all your discomfort, like many he had said to you that evening, threw you off.

"I love that you're my whore. And to show how much I appreciate my whore, I'm gonna cum inside you," he said, his breath hitching. His pace still as fast and rough, but sloppier than ever. He was so so close,

"Please Tohru cum inside me," you cried and pleaded to him. His groans began to get more frequent after those words left your swollen lips. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before uttering,

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," he moaned. You moaned loudly with him as you felt his cock twitch inside you and he stopped rubbing your red, overly sensitive nub. His hot, thick cum spurted out and painted your walls white, and what couldn't fit gushed out of you.

"Take it. Take it all, whore," he sighed taking a breath of relief as he finished out his high. He pulled out of you, letting the mixture of both your fluids flow out of you. He reached over you and untied your wrists, letting them fall gently to the bed. You took a few sighs of relief as you pulled yourself up and walked to the bathroom to grab a clean cloth to wipe yourself down. You looked in the mirror when you turned the light on, your face tear stained and light bruises began to form on your neck, wrists, and thighs. You cleaned up and dragged yourself back to your room, cloth in hand for Adachi. But by the you got back he'd already put most of his clothes back on and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you. The soft, calm aura returned to him once again.

"Adachi?" You looked at him as your eyes began to get heavy and it was getting more difficult to stand up. Stumbling into the bed, Adachi stood up and tucked you in, giving you a light kiss on the forehead before leaving.

"I always knew you were a little whore," he chuckled half jokingly. You lightly chuckled with him, feeling yourself drift away.

"I love you Adachi." He gave a 'hm' in response.

"Goodnight Y/N." He rubbed your head where he gripped it earlier that night before getting up, turning the light off, and leaving you to sleep by yourself. You sighed, knowing you'd have have to call in tomorrow due to the bruising and struggle to walk. But it was alright, you go to spend the evening with him, and that's all that mattered to you.

#persona 4 #persona 4 x reader #persona 4 smut #tohru adachi #tohru adachi x reader #tohru adachi x reader smut #tohru adachi smut #anime x reader smut #adachi x reader #adachi x reader smut

[randoimago]

hi! could I request enemies-to-lovers “Can you ever forgive me?” “I forgave you the second you walked through the door.” for Adachi? thanks.

"Can you ever forgive me?"

Fandom: Persona 4

Character(s): Tohru Adachi

Type of Request: enemies to lovers

Warning(s): Emotional Manipulation, Toxic Relationship

Note(s): Adachi is still one of my favorite plot twists in video games

Adachi

He was annoyed with you. Adachi had asked you to do something for him and you told him no and he's been giving you the silent treatment. Adachi would be more mean, but he doesn't want his cover blown if others found out.

And so he just kept being the neglectful boyfriend. Pretending that he's too busy with work and can't see you. It isn't until he's sitting at his office desk, exhausted from dealing with idiots, that he sees you come in giving him a sad look. Adachi doesn't get to say anything before you apologize saying, "Can you ever forgive me?"

A smile slowly crosses his face as he gives you the attention he's neglected you. He pulls you into a hug so you get that affection you've been craving. "I forgave you the second you walked through the door," he murmurs, pretending to be the affectionate boyfriend just to keep you by his side.

#Anonymous #persona 4 x reader #adachi x reader #tohru adachi x reader

[kamoshidakun]

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Fandom: Persona 4 Ship: Reader/Tohru Adachi Rating: Explicit, R-18, NSFW Warnings: BLACKMAIL, EXTREME DUBCON, Rimjobs Prompt: "Reader eats Adachi's sweaty ass under his desk and he insults them"

With Adachi’s asshole firmly planted against your lips and his leg wrapped around your head, you were effectively trapped. The scent of taint was almost unbearable. It was so intense. So manly. So overpowering. So unlike Adachi himself. He was supposed to just be the goofy new guy at work. He wasn’t supposed to get those blurry phone pics you took for your boyfriend. Why did Adachi and Arashi have to be so close together in your phone?! You were definitely deleting Adachi’s number from your phone—and worse—after this deal was over.

“C'mon, I said lick me clean. Not just sit there and stare at me. Get to it, slut!” he said with a twirl of his pistol. Your blood ran cold as you stared at the gun. Why did he even have that if it was just office work he’d be doing today? He blinked. Then his lips cracked into a wide maniacal smile. “It’s not loaded but we can pretend it’s not if that’s what’ll get you to do what I told you to do. ”

You groaned as he pushed his stiff cock to the side with the barrel of the pistol and pointed it at your forehead. The scent of gunpowder and metal mixed with the unbearably masculine smell of his balls and taint. You didn’t know whether to huff more of his balls or to lick his gun instead. He sighed. You groaned. It was time to do what you promised to do.

Hesitantly, your tongue swiped across Adachi’s asshole. Salty bitterness stained your palate. It wasn’t horrible. He was clean. Yet this felt all so dirty! How could you agree to do this?! Your boyfriend wouldn’t even dream about asking you to do such a thing. Adachi pressed his gun harder against your skull. The pressure was enough for a red imprint to show up on your skin. Another sigh escaped you.

Your tongue swirled around his twitching pucker. Once, twice, three times. The taste grew less and less intense with each lick, thankfully. However, something started to build in you. Something you couldn’t stand. If it was anyone but him—especially your boyfriend—it would have been okay. The fact that it was him, Tohru ‘Blackmail is cool and good actually’ Adachi, whose ass you were eating and getting turned on by… That’s what made things incredibly awful.

Muffled moans and groans managed to slip past your busy lips in between licks and kisses. No, wait, why did you kiss him?

“Knew you were a dirty slut. Maybe it’s good I chickened out of, mmmhhnn… chickened outta asking you out. Fuck, just like that. Get in there.”

Arousal burned through your body. Your tongue slithered against the tight hole before prodding the dead center. The bitter taste lingered the most there and it was intense. You didn’t know if you wanted to shove it inside him or not. The pressing of the gun grew harder. You pushed your tongue harder against him in return. Slowly, but surely, your tongue managed to push inside his ass.

“Ffffffuuuck, that’s it, slut, keep tongue fucking my ass.” His words made you throb. Your eyes squeezed shut as he pulled the gun away just to lean back against the office chair. “Shit, your boyfriend gets this every night, huh? Gotta say I’m a lil’ jealous.”

He continued to talk in between deep, breathy moans and shuddering gasps of pleasure. His hips squirmed against your face. Every wiggle either pushed you deeper inside of him or pulled you out of him. You didn’t know what you preferred, you just knew it was a pain. You felt his balls twitch against your sweat-slicked face as he grew closer and closer to his release. Pre leaked from his cock and dripped into your hair. Musky-smelling droplets seeped into your hair and scalp. You’d definitely smell like him until you came home.

“Fuck!”

He bucked his hips against your face as his leg pulled you in even closer. Pain split itself through your neck as he kept you flush against his ass. His orgasm tore through him. He panted and moaned above you. Sweat rolled down Adachi’s face and neck as trembles wracked his slim body. You felt the muscles in his calf shift and tense up behind you. His ass clenched and twitched around your poor tongue. His balls tightened. Then, you felt something hotter and stickier than his pre splatter against your hairline.

A heavy sigh escaped the both of you as he finally let you go.

“Say cheese,” he muttered before the clicking of a camera echoed through the room. You stared up at him, pubic hair scattered across your wet mouth, with wide eyes as the flash on his flip phone blinded you. He got up from his sticky office seat and yanked his slacks back on. He looked towards you and smiled.

“Same time next week. Don’t be late.”

#persona #persona 4 #tohru adachi #tohru adachi x reader #dead dove do not eat #lemon #(( tomo writes ))

[allovertheplace-writing]

Demon Slayer + Genshin Impact + Persona 4

"We don't see each other all that often anymore. I think we both know we've fallen out of touch."

Character(s): Mitsuri, Alhaitham, Adachi, Itto

Genre: Angst + Hurt (/ Comfort for Itto and Alhaitham)

Type: Drabble

Description: Miscommunication is something that ruins even the loveliest of relationships

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(Default), Reader is Part of The Corp(Mitsuri), Reclused Reader, Hints of Depression, Reader Has a Fear of Abandonment(Mitsuri, Alhaitham), Romantic, Toxic Relationship(Adachi), Pure Comfort/Fluff(Itto)

Do-du-du here to tug at your hearts strings du-du-do

   ➢ Mitsuri

"I think we should stop involving ourselves with each other!"

"What?" It took everything to steady your voice, yet it wavered as if you hadn't at all. "I- We haven't seen each other in months and we haven't been on missions either..I just..." Her eyes, ever so intent at studying the panels at your feet since she arrived, met your own, "Wha-" A gasp left her at the tremble of your lip and twitch of your brow. "(Y/n), no- don't cry! Ohh, please.." Her hands rose to your cheeks, but they stopped short when you shrunk back and instead pushed themselves to her chest. "I'm- I'm sorry.."

She was sorry. For what you hadn't a clue. Was it the fact she said something so hurtful or was it because of the way she made you react? Either way it had your cheeks warm with tears that burned your eyes; with tears that carved a new, invisible line against your skin. No apology or long hug could reverse the stab wounds made by her words - her intent.

   ➢ Alhaitham

"..is that what you want?"

"Yes. It would be for the best." You wanted to scream, throw up, cry- something. Anything to protest against his request to end all relations between you both; anything to let him know you did want to be with him. Yet all you could manage was a plain tone and simple noddings as you bit your tongue. He wasn't happy with what you had. He didn't get the passing quips and small smiles from you anymore, things that had been a staple in your relationship. If you could just push your heart back into your chest maybe you could say 'They're still here, Haitham! I'm still here! It's hard to do it nowadays, but I can.'

"Is that all you're going to say?" For a moment you thought he heard you, that perhaps you did say it out loud like you wished. But when you glanced back to him, he stood just as he had when he entered your study. "All I can manage to say, Haitham-" A crack in your voice was all it took to blur your image of him; to the blur the dancing sun that fell into the room and painted him gold. And a quiet gasp from your aching lungs was all it took for him to hold you; to help you hold your heart together.

   ➢ Adachi

"I just don't think it's working out anymore is all."

Nonchalant. Everything about him spoke it. The way he slouched, the way he talked, the way his brows were raised like he only said he wouldn't be able to get coffee with you today. It irked you even when you felt your heart drop into your stomach. In the beginning it had a certain charm to it, made you relax when you were nervous and made conversations easy. But now? You wanted nothing more than to return home. Screw the lunch you made him. "So we're over?" You could see how he perked up at the curt tone you used, as if he was happy you were upset. It made your gut twist into itself. "That's what I said." He didn't hide the quirk of his lips.

Truly if he was going to be that way then you had every right to do the same. "Alright then. Have a good lunch." A simple wave of the lunchbox had his eyes wide. "H-hey!" A huff fell from your lips at his yell, "You're the one who ended it, babe." There was a burn behind your eyes and a gentle blur when tears tickled your waterline. You weren't going to let him see you fall apart though. Not after all the other times he got to.

   ➢ Itto

"We're still together, right!?"

The door he threw open just about broke when it slid into it's sliding pocket, an almost thunderous thwack shaking it. "Of- of course we are..! Itto-" You shifted back from the table you were seated by as he hung onto the doorframe. "Yeah! Yeah..'course we are!" He beamed even as his lips began to tremble, even as his grip tightened on the frame. "..Itto?" He lurched forward, leaning over you before dropping onto your shoulder(and upper body), "Some mean bean people...uh, they said some...things." A sigh passed through your nose, your hand coming to rest on the back of his head, "You shouldn't listen to mean bean people. They're mean bean people!" You grumbled a little, trying to lift his spirits, "They don't know anything anyways. Because if anyone notices anything about me first when it comes to you, its how much I love you."

You wouldn't tell him how your heart fell, how you wanted to cry right as he asked if you were together. All you would do was shower him in tiny declarations of adorement and precious kisses to every inch of his face.

#♡ - Rosie writes! #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #genshin impact #persona 4 x reader #writing #x reader #scenarios #drabble #p4 #adachi tohru #p4 adachi #demon slayer mitsuri #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin impact itto #gi x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt and comfort #hurt #arataki itto #fluff #kny mitsuri

[adachisgirl]

Hello again! Thank you so much for answering my last ask, I was wondering if I could send in another headcanon request, for Adachi again if that's okay? Kiss headcanons! How he likes to kiss and be kiss. Maybe his partner was his first one? Does he like giving/getting kisses often?

of course!!! feel free to send as many asks as you want lol my inbox is so empty!!!!!

Being practically deprived of it his whole life, Adachi would be over the moon with affection from a pretty person!!!!!

He loves kisses more than anything. He’s thought about being loved to that extent for so long, and he’s so excited that his partner is willing to give themselves to him like that- even for just a fleeting moment!!!

Adachi would 100% frequently ask for kisses as rewards with that falsely inflated ego of his, but stumble and fumble with his words if offered one by his partner. He’s used to pursuing affection, not receiving it; but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love his partner any less!!!

He’s not very good at kissing on the mouth, his partner being his first one ever to want to kiss him that way, but he’s eager to try!!! Please tell him he’s doing a good job!!!

He loves performing light pda with his partner- like little kisses on the cheek, tiny kisses goodbye, etc.!!! He’d be damned if he ever turned down something he’s wanted for so very long.

He just gets really giggly and smiley after being kissed so much. He’d claim it’s because he’s gotten what he deserves, but in reality, he’s just incredibly overjoyed with being given affection at this level!!!!!!

i hope this is enough!!!

#request #persona 4 #persona 4 golden #persona x reader #tohru adachi x reader #adachi x reader #tohru adachi #adachi tohru #headcanons #cyphere

[kamoshida-kun]

Title: Shoot the Skill Fandom: Persona 4 Ship: Tohru Adachi x Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: Gunplay, Dubcon, Toxic Relationships, Unhealthy Relationship

Adachi fucks your mouth while being a generally rude dick.

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#tohru adachi #persona 4 #lemon #adachi x reader #( tomo fic )

[sequoiainthebox]

YIPEEEE more commission samples suggested by my twt mutuals, this one goes out to the brem nation

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[meanwaffle]

Kill me Romantically (Adachi x Reader fic)

Fifteen (Chapter 2)

☆ Tags/warnings: violence, noncon, injuries, kidnapping, oral

☆ Chapter one is here: Broken Toy.

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It wasn’t cold anymore.

The temperature of the basement where you were imprisoned didn't change at all. You had just been there long enough that you were now used to the chilly air and lack of warmth. It was nice, actually. You didn't have to curl into a tight ball to generate enough heat just to fall asleep anymore. The thin blanket Adachi, the psychopathic criminal who kidnapped you, left for you was enough. There was a small bathroom connected to the side too. There was no soap or anything, but you found comfort in letting the cold water in the shower fall all over your body.

You hated it, you absolutely hated it!

Why were you getting used to this!?

But you had learned to be patient. The hope of escape hadn't completely disappeared. You still had a strong belief that someone would rescue you. However, you had to behave. You knew now, more than Adachi himself, that there was no way you could get out of there yourself. You had to wait, like some captured princess in a video game, to be rescued. It made sense, funny enough. After all, the whole Persona situation and going into the TV was an unimaginable fantasy, just like a video game.

It just... really hurt that you had to be the one to be tortured like this. Why couldn't it be someone else? Why couldn't it be Yukiko?! She was just like a princess, literally! Her shadow was all about that! Or even Rise. She was a cute famous idol. You bet if she went missing like this, the police would've found her ages ago! Your friends would've found her by now! Why hadn't anyone found you yet?! Was it because you weren't important? Everyone thought you just ran away. That's what Adachi said, after all. Your friends probably thought so too and had gone back to playing heroes to the people being thrown into the TV world. They were too busy to be your hero.

You didn't want to think this way, but what else were you supposed to think? That it would be okay and they would find you soon? It was too much. Having baseless hope like that drove you crazier with each passing day. You blamed yourself. You had all the time in the world to think and that gave you enough time to realize how much you hated yourself. What kind of idiot would go to a man's place in the middle of the night alone? And not even tell anyone! It was your fault you were in this situation. You were the one who fell in love with a psycho.

"Just get through today," you repeated to yourself, probably hundreds of times because Adachi would visit you every day. It was how you kept track of time. When he visited you, it meant another day had gone by. Each time he'd touch you or hold you. Sounds romantic without context. It was all with violent intent. From digging his nails into your flesh and scratching as he held you on his lap to slapping and hitting you or pinching you when he'd caress your face, nothing was more entertaining to him than leaving another bruise or mark on your body. And another scar on your depleted sanity. But he wasn't satisfied with small stuff like that. Of course he wasn't. This was the man who fucked your throat without a second thought of how much you begged him to stop.

Adachi couldn’t get enough of your mouth. Seeing the saliva mixed with your tears roll down your red cheeks as he had his cock buried in your throat was addicting to him. He would force you on your knees as you desperately tried your best to make him cum so he wouldn’t hurt you more. It wasn’t everyday, which was the one mercy God blessed upon you, but often enough for you to be numb to it by now. You even learned how he likes his blowjobs.

You were lying on the mattress staring blankly at the wall. It was all you really could do down here. Just think and think and think some more. You used to spend it thinking of ways to escape. Maybe if you could somehow take Adachi by surprise, get around him and bolt towards the door. Then just run. It sounded so simple, but you had been here long enough to realize that escape was nigh impossible. He locked the door when he came in. He had a key of somesort. You had felt around his pants one time while sucking him off. It wasn’t fun either, having to make sure you were doing a good enough job so he didn’t grab you and start throat fucking you while discreetly trying to see if the key was in his pocket.

It wasn’t.

Or at least you didn’t feel anything. You assumed maybe he hid it deep within his suit jacket he always wore.

Now you spend your time thinking about your life. You relived every memory you had. You found comfort in remembering your life before you were captured. And then, you’d start to think about what you’d do when you got saved. Maybe you could go back to saving people on TV with your friends. Though, by then, the criminal doing that would be gone.

Because if you were able to be saved that means Adachi would be locked up.

You heard the door open and close, interrupting your daydreaming. You started to sit up and mumbled to yourself. “That’s fifteen…” Adachi would usually come to see you after work. On weekends it was a gamble. It made sense. You came to the conclusion he was probably using you to blow off steam from getting yelled at from Dojima all day.

You used to really like Dojima. He tried hard. Now you wish he’d just get fired. Or move somewhere far, far away. If that was the case, maybe Adachi wouldn't beat his frustrations out on you. You knew that wouldn’t happen though. Dojima wasn’t the single cause for Adachi being this way. There was something deeper that you, possibly even he, didn’t know. Plus, even if that happened if he didn't have a use for you anymore he'd kill you. There was no way he could simply let you go.

Without even saying anything he walked up to you, grabbed your arm, and violently pulled you onto him.

It was the start of today’s visit.

He had you in his lap, his hands tangled in your hair. You were already crying at this point, but whined even louder when he’d suddenly tug on it hard. He’d chuckle at your cries and go back to rubbing your head, then do it again. You whimpered and tensed up at every movement of his, yet somehow he always knew when you’d least expect him to yank your hair once again. The stinging pain all over your scalp transferred into a giant migraine as well.

“It hurts!” You yelped as he did it once again. He just laughed. You bit your lip trying to suppress another sob, but it was no use. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your shoulders were trembling. Your entire body shook in his lap and he adored it.

He nuzzled his cheeks against your neck. “Mhm, it hurts doesn’t it? Just like this bruise here. It's fading already, didn’t I bite you only yesterday? You recover quickly.” His hands traveled down your body and he linked both arms around your waist, pulling you close. Fear shot up your spine. This couldn’t be good.

“…you bit me three days ago… all over my arms and legs and-”

“I don’t need a fucking timeline.”

His breath was hot against you and you squeezed your eyes tight preparing for what you knew he’d do next. You wanted to run, but if you did that it’d just be worse. Just get through the day, you had to just get through the day.

His teeth sunk into the already bruised skin. It hurt so much more than you thought it would. You gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, squirming and wrestling in his grasp. His hold on you was too strong. You were at his complete mercy as he bit you hard enough to leave a worse wound than before.

When he stopped he scoffed and his grip on you softened. With a single hand against your back, he pushed you off him and you fell onto the floor, using your palms to catch yourself from a complete face plant. You glanced back at him with fear and saw him wiping his mouth. “Damnit, got blood in my mouth.” He muttered angrily to himself.

You scurried to the other side of the room. It wasn’t far since the room was quite small, but the comfort of having distance from him helped keep your mind off the agony you were suffering through. The adrenaline pumping through your veins definitely helped numb the pulsating pain in your neck and scalp.

You curled yourself into a ball. Back against the wall and vision straight onto Adachi. You two locked eye contact as he stood up, towering over you with that dead expression you knew far too well. How could he torture you so and still look so empty? It would be a mystery you could never figure out.

“Tired already, doll?”

Your eyes shifted downward and you saw the tent in his pants.

“My head hurts.” Your voice was shaking. “A-and my neck is bleeding. I sobbed and trembled enough for you haven’t I? I-I can’t do that… I can’t, adachi, please you already won tonight!“

The distance between you two was short lived. In seconds he was back in front of you. With one hand, he slammed it against the wall right beside you. Blocking you from moving anywhere else. With the other one, he began to fiddle with his belt. You could feel your eyes grow hot again. It was always like this. When you were beaten and felt like you couldn’t go on, he’d violate you like this to remind you, you truly were his toy.

In a moment of panic, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind in an attempt to maybe distract him. “Are you the one throwing people in the tvs?”

Blurting that out was a bad idea.

You had come to that conclusion a while ago. Maybe the second or third night here. There was no evidence besides him being insane, but that perfectly fit the idea of a crazed murderer. After all, you didn’t remember what happened when you got thrown in. It was a blur. One moment you were at home and the next you were facing yourself… your shadow. That’s how you got your persona. That’s why you hung out with Yu and all your friends.

And eventually, that’s how you ended up meeting Adachi.

The world stopped. Adachi glared down at you with an expression of surprise. His eyebrows raised with pure confusion while his hand was still on his half undone belt. It didn’t seem like he was confused on the aspect of a human being able to be thrown into a TV, which seemed to confirm your theory that he was in fact guilty, it was like he was confused you’d ask such a question. Then, in an instant, the hand blocking you from moving was in your hair again. He crouched down and yanked you towards his face. His eyes wide with a crazed gleam.

“Why the fuck are you asking me that?” His voice was cold. It was scary. He was always terrifying, but this was different somehow. Before, he was terrifying because he was the guy who imprisoned and tortured you for fun.. But this… you were truly face to face with a killer. He had a darkness to him that would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

Every hair on your body stood on its end. You didn’t want to keep eye contact with him, you wanted to look away and cry. But you couldn’t! You couldn’t move at all! That’s how scared his look made you.

“Did…” you meekly responded, hesitant. “…did you… throw me into the tv…?”

His grip on your hair became nonexistent, causing you to plop right back onto the floor. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to enjoy the feeling of your hair not being pulled on for long. In a flash, you were knocked onto your side. He kicked you. Hard. His foot rammed into your tummy with a force so strong all the air in your lungs was knocked out. Lighting strikes of pain pulsed from your ribcage and you screamed.

This was different from the biting and pinching and even the cock sucking, it was just like when he knocked you out back when he kidnapped you. You could never forget how he punched you with all his strength, making you bleed so much you couldn't believe you didn't die. Back then you had the mercy of blacking out right away.

You wrapped your arms around your stomach. Coughing and wheezing. Your agony meant nothing to him and he just kicked you again. And again, again, again and only stopped when you rolled over as vomit poured out of your mouth. It was straight acid buurning your throat since you had a lack of proper food in your stomach. It was dreadful. Since your capture, he has never hurt you this bad. Your thoughts were racing about how this was the moment he was going to snap and kill you. But Adachi wasn't going to kill you. He was breathing heavily as he watched you vomit, the acidic bile mixed with blood puddling up onto the floor. The only thing he could think of in that moment was how he just fucked up big time. How could he allow himself to get that mad. What if your ribcage was broken? What was he suppoed to do?

“Oh my god, fuck, I don't know what came over me. I just meant to-” he cut himself off, muttering as he watched you writhe in pain. This emotion he felt while watching you sob in pain wasn’t the same as usual. He couldn’t get off to this. This wasn't him having fun, this was an act of sheer anger. Uncontrollable anger, not for pleasure. “It was an accident… shit, how could I lose control of myself like that?”

This god awful town drove him absolutely crazy. Everyday, he has to go back to that job. He had to put on some fake smile to get through the day, he wanted to kill himself because death couldn’t possibly be worse than living his life. So boring. So empty. Magically, he discovered he had an ability that must've been a gift from the gods. He was able to push that common whore into the tv and he was even able to do the same with that bitch of a highschool student. After that, it only got better. He was lucky enough to answer that phone call… his life was starting to make sense.

And if that power was a gift from the gods, you showing up to his place in the middle of the night, unprotected, must have been a gift from satan himself. To this day, he thinks about the first time he met you. That innocent face introducing yourself to him, a cute girl who was senstive and stubborn. Before you had a chance to love him, he was watching you. Fantasies of tainting you plagued his thoughts. The image of your crying face turned him on and he was desperate to have the chance to abuse you. Rhat night he finally had the chance. You walked right into a mistake that Adachi was proud of. He thought the power he was gifted was the only interesting thing this shitty world had to offer, but no, you were given to him. Not only did his job become much more fun, his home life was even more thrilling.

You were so much more fun than the TV.

So how could you bring it up? It was offensive. Thoughts of him should be the only thing on your mind. You should be thinking of how scared you are of him, how to please him, how he was your God now. He owned you. Your purpose should only be to serve him.

But the best thing… was you walked straight into his grasp. Willingly, you got yourself chained up for him to use however he wanted.

Seeing you cry, the marks and bruises on your body from when he hurt you, the begging, the pleads, nothing felt better. In his entire life he’s never had so much fun.

But just now he directed his hate for this town onto you. He didn’t mean to, his body moved on his own. You were his distraction. The only thing he had here. Adachi didn’t want to hurt you because he was angry. He wanted to hurt you because it was fun. “Doll, I shouldn’t have,” he crouched down beside you. Putting a hand on your back gently. “There, I apologize. I'm being nice. So, you're welcome-”

Energy surged through your entire body. Surpsingly, this agonizing beating fuled that baseless hope you held onto. Thoughts of how escape was impossible vanished and were replaced with the desire to get the fuck out of here. It must have been adrenaline guiding you. You have never felt such strong determination. But at this very moment the only thing on your mind was to run, to fight back, to not lose against this monster. “Stay away!!” You jumped up and bolted to the door, it was a real sorry sight. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you had gotten on all fours to get up to the freedom that was atop. You grabbed the handle and started turning and pulling, praying for some kind of miracle that would have this door open. “Please, please!”

You heard footsteps behind you and you whipped your head around. Adachi was approaching you, slowly. Your heart was racing. There was no turning back now. You formed two fists and began banging on the door instead. If you made enough noise someone would be bound to hear, a neighbor, someone passing by the place, it was a desperate plan. Yet, fitting. You were, after all, very desperate. That’s what got you into this mess in the first place.

“Help me! HELP ME! I’m t-trapped, someone, anyone, save me!!”

A hand pressed against your back. “Scream louder, no one is going to hear you like that.”

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, digging your nails into the wooden door. “HELP! HELP ME..! someone…. Anyone! Help… me…” your voice was cracking and the tears started streaming down your face again, it was so normal for you to cry nowadays that you were used to the headache that followed. Your banging soften and your throat dried up. “…please.”

Defeated.

The spur of motivation disappeared as quickly as it came. You were utterly defeated. You didn’t even struggle as the oddly comforting hand that had been on your back while you were screaming nudged you back down the stairs. You followed Adachi, side by side, with your face buried in your hands.

Adachi guided you back over to the mattress and told you to sit down. You slumped down and continued crying. Your hands were muffling the sounds of your weeping and when you recognized that you realized how odd it was that Adachi wasn’t using this opportunity to punish you. Especially since you did something as reckless as screaming at the door. Before, if you even got near the staircase he’d drag you back to the other side of the room and hit you while saying horrible things about how he owned you and how worthless you were without him.

“Why aren’t you mad?” With dewy eyes, you glanced back up at him. “Go ahead and hit me and leave, I wanna go to bed, I want this day to be over, so just hurry up.”

Adachi sighed, a hint of annoyance in his breath. You couldn't tell if he was annoyed at you or himself, yet it didn't really matter. “I’ll allow this outburst as an apology, and you had it, so start behaving. I won’t be nice like this again so you better appreciate it.” His eyes widened just a tiny bit as he placed his hands on your knees. He gripped them hard, causing you to wince, his nails digging into the skin. “But if you go near the staircase or god forbid, that door, again I will ruin you.”

Your lips quivered. “…okay.” was all you could muster to stay. You’ve reverted back to the perfect, behaved toy you had learned to be.

“Good girl.” With his hands still on your knees, he forced your legs apart. You yelped in surprise, after all you were still wearing a skirt, you tried to force them back together, but even if you were in tip top shape there was no way you could beat Adachi’s strength so theres no scenario where you could fight back with how beaten up you were.

“What are you doing?!”

“Apologizing.” He settled himself between your thighs, removing his hands from your knees and reaching for the hems of your panties. You tried to use brute force your legs shut again, yet it was still no use. His body was comfortably between your bruised thighs and with him slipping your underwear off, throwing it to the side somewhere, your privates were completely and utterly exposed to him. “I’m returning the favor, it’ll feel good. See, I treat you well. Where's my thanks?”

His breath was hot against your pussy. Sure, you were numb to sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, but that was pleasing him. You never ever thought he’d want to do something that would make you feel good. And it wouldn’t! His sicking touch wouldn’t feel good! You don’t want to do this with him! And if he ever was going to, why now?! Why after having your stomach kicked in and you felt so sick, why did you have to suffer through more of this? “I’d rather you just leave!”

“I said…” his fingers wrapped around your waist and roughly pulled you closer to him. “Where’s my thanks?”

Ah… his voice was cold again. It was as you said. You were defeated. He may have allowed you to go bang on the door a few times to get it out of your system, but even so he was still the monster who was holding you captive and torturing you everyday. Mentally, there was no way you could defy him when he looked at you with that blank, emotionless expression or that cold voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Get through the day, get through the day, just get through today! “…thanks…”

“What was that?”

“Thank y-you, Adachi! Thank you..!”

“That's more like it.” He dove back between your thighs. His fingers found the comfortable spot right on your sensitive bud, rubbing in a slow circular motion. You bit your lip to suppress a whine. It felt weird. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His fingers were long and rough and oh god, are you actually about to moan? There's no way you’d give him the satisfaction. Heat was pooling in your core. It only got more intense as he dipped a finger inside you. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut even tighter.

A sudden bolt of pain shot up your thigh and you violently shot your head down to see what he was doing to you. Adachi was sinking his teeth into the soft supple skin of your thigh, applying enough suction that you knew it would leave another mark to stain your body. He pulled back with a pop and he slyly peered up at you. “I want you to watch. After all, I’m being super nice aren’t I? I’m putting a lot of effort into giving you pleasure. So watch.”

You whimpered and fought the urge to struggle and shut your eyes. Your body was still aching from all the beating from earlier, but the mix of pain and pleasure was something you couldn’t describe. Your brain was fried and your thoughts were swirling around in your head. You couldn’t focus on a single thing. Even while you watched Adachi fingering you knuckles deep, it didn’t seem real. Too much was happening at once. It didn’t help that he added a second finger, stretching you out even more.

Whimpers escaped your throat. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this!”

“Why are you so fucking wet then?” He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a sensitive spot inside you. You threw your head back involuntarily and let out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making. You heard him snicker and with his free hand he grabbed your hair once again, forcing you to look back. “What did I say? You’re going to watch.

You sniffled back another sob. “I am, Adachi, I’m watching. Please don’t get mad…”

“That’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out of you and held them up, glistening with your slick. He scissored the two fingers with a sadistic grin replacing the usual dead expression you see. “Look how slutty you are. I mean, my fingers are dripping with your juices.”

You shook your head slowly. “No… thats not…” You had no excuse for the slick dripping from his digits.

“Hm? Do I need to ask you again?” Adachi crouched down and bit your lip in anticipation of what he was doing. Was he going to bite your thigh again? He’d for sure do it harder this time. You were so mentally focused on preparing yourself for that jolt of pain that when a tongue swiped against your clit you couldn't help but whine and buck your hips ever so slightly. Once again, he peered up at you with that pitiless gaze. “Why are you so fucking wet then?”

Only incoherent half sentences left your mouth because you genuinely had no idea how to answer that. It was normal, it was your body responding to him touching you like this! It didn’t mean you liked it.

It was Adachi doing this to you though. You used to fantasize about him making love to you. This was far from those dreams, however. It was supposed to be romantic and he’d be gentle with you, telling you he loved you and more of that corny stuff you see in manga and anime. You had been here for two weeks and somehow, even after being tortured and abused by this man, part of you still had a soft spot for the idea of Adachi you made up in your head.

It's laughable.

You really are pathetic.

His tongue was lubing up your cunt. His saliva was mixing in with your wetness. Soon, he sunk his tongue inside her. His nose was bumping up against your clit and the lewd squelchy noises of your pussy filled the room. You were gasping and whining and moaning. You didn’t waste energy trying to conceal your voice anymore. Your mind was going fuzzy and you lifted your hips a tiny bit, to give him a better angle to eat you out.

Whore.

Pleasure pumped into your core. It was such a foriegn feeling you didn’t know how to react. Your legs were shaking from the stimulation and you watched Adachi sucking your clit feverishly. His dark hair filled your vision and without thinking you gently placed your hands in his hair, just like he did to you. With very little force you pushed him away, because if you actually resisted he’d get mad. “It’s too much. Please, i-i don’t, I can’t!”

Adachi thought it was funny, listening to you babble like that. So, he picked up the pace. He applied suction even more, licking up your slit and swirling the tongue around your puffy clit. The louder your moans got, the more intense his pleasuring you got.

Your tummy was twisting and turning. Suddenly, tears started to build up in your eyes and you felt like something in you was getting hotter. Even the tiniest bit of friction made you mewl. Your core was spasming and before you knew it your vision went white for a fraction of a second. Your hips were shaking and you cried out loudly, squeezing your eyes shut by accident because the intensity of your body was going through way too much.

Adachi finally sat up from in between your legs. You didn’t even care. You slouched down until you were completely on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you stared at the ceiling inhaling and exhaling as much as you could. You still had to process everything that just happened. Your body hurt and yet there was a giant relief in your lower half. You felt… good. The pain and pleasure. Both felt good.

Whore!

“You’re welcome.”

You turned your head and with a dazed expression looked at the man who just violated you for another time. He was standing, his usual cold expression returned. He was calmly dusting off his pants and fiddling with his tie. He must’ve noticed how you still hadn’t recovered from cumming.

He rolled his eyes. “I said, you’re welcome. For making you cum.”

“I… came?”

“Yes you did, doll. As long as you behave like a good toy, I can treat you once in a while. And I’m not some stuck up narcissist who can’t admit he made a mistake.” His eyelids lowered ever so slightly. “So don’t bring up the kicking incident ever again. And especially, don’t talk about anything regarding the crimes going on in Inaba. Only think about me. Because that's what a good toy does.”

With that, he walked up the stairs and back to the door. Unlocking it and opening it. He turned back at you one last time. “Do you have something you should say to me?”

You gulped. Turning your attention back to the ceiling, you quietly said. “Thank you for making me cum… Adachi.”

He chuckled. How boring, that’s exactly what he wanted you to say. You were catching onto his desires quickly.

The door shut. You were left behind in the empty room. Now it was back to doing what you did best, thinking. You blankly looked at the ceiling and let your mind wander. It was hard to ignore the soreness your body was enduring, especially with the nasty injury your stomach was going through.

“Fifteen.” You mumbled under your breath. “I’ve been captured for fifteen days. Because someone will come tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes.

You knew no one was coming, but it's a nice thought isn’t it?

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This… isn’t true, is it?

Those words, along with similar phrases repeated endlessly in your head like a mantra, as soon as the truth came to light. The disbelief was a defense mechanism, triggered by your brain. A shield, to protect your heart from shattering on the spot.

You couldn’t believe it, no… you refused to believe it.

However, the glaring truth was that it wasn’t an impossibility. It crossed your mind briefly. You had held mild suspicions about the true identity of the killer for a while. After learning about the other world beyond the television on your own, and trying to piece it with the case in the real world, you had come to your own conclusion… and it was that the suspects didn’t line up. Namatame didn’t seem to fit the bill as the killer.

It wasn’t until Dojima’s nephew and his friends made the reveal. The confrontation served as the key to unlock the chains, and unearth the possibility that you had so desperately tried to deny. The truth you submerged to the depths of the ocean because of your undying trust.

The very man you had come to fall for… was the culprit all along.

It all started making sense once that missing piece was linked. His scatter-brained mannerisms leading to mishandlings in the case, his easy access to all the evidence, and the hastiness in the end to draw it to a close. Cleverly done under the façade of a friendly, maladroit, detective. You once thought of his actions as endearing mannerisms, ones you brushed aside due to your admiration, turned out you were terribly mistaken. For all of it was done purposefully, with the newfound malicious context.

How could you have been so blinded by love?

When the high schoolers went to chase after him, it crossed your mind to join them. And in retrospect, perhaps you should’ve gone, as the only other adult in the situation.

Alas, cowardice took a firm hold on you then. Like weighted chains or a constricting venomous snake, it wrapped you up with no room to breathe, and forced you under. Adachi’s betrayal was such a shock, it brought you to a standstill. You could do nothing but stand there, struggling to register all of your frenzied emotions at once. Your heart was in peril. Adachi had been the killer all along, and you had foolishly given him the benefit of the doubt. Placing your belief in him, you defended him like the naïve fool you were. He crushed not only your heart, but your spirit. You felt like such an idiot. 

Stuck in a haunted despairing expression, you couldn’t bring yourself to go after him. No amount of will could force you to press on. Besides, someone had to stay with Dojima. The poor man nearly fell trying to chase after the kids. Thankfully you caught him before the floor did. To think, all of your lives had been torn apart because of that man.

And now, here you were, standing in front of the large flat screen tv in your apartment. Never in a million years did you think you’d be using it for something like this. For the past few months though, you have grown accustomed to the odd phenomena. It’s become a useful tool.

Minutes passed by as you stared at the black glass mirror, not making a sound. The kids had settled on going after him tomorrow. If you stepped into that foggy realm, you’d be completely alone on your endeavor. Were you really going to take the risk?

Unfortunately, your rational thought didn’t have much of a say on the matter. For there was a war raging in your heart. And even though it was suffering grave turmoil, it was taking charge. Above all else, it sought the truth, and you’d do whatever it took to get it. Before you knew it, you found yourself drawing closer to the tv, the dark surface just inches before you. Pressing your hand against it first, the surface rippled upon your graceful touch like water. Though you had done this before, your movements were gradual, hesitant. Your heart was racing in your chest.

Take your fears, and push them to the end of the earth. Don’t be a coward this time.

What awaited you on the other side… you’d have to be brave and accept it.

When you finally entered through, you came to the center stage area you were all too familiar with. Even with your glasses, you could only faintly see through the misty fog. It blanketed the amber tinted area, obscuring most of your vision. The other feeling you couldn’t ignore was the air. It felt even more strained than before. Judging from the familiar haze on the other side, a terrifying realization came to you. This eerie world was seeping into your reality, and soon, they’d collide.

Suddenly, you turned with a hitch of your breath. This awful feeling of dread wouldn’t go away. For some reason, you could sense something. A presence, off in the distance. A shadow, perhaps? Following your gut, you subconsciously began trailing the presence you detected. 

Before long, you found yourself back in the unsettling apartment room you discovered before. A chill ran down your spine as you eyed the posters, defaced with paint splatters. This place had served as Yamano’s hell, moments before she met an untimely fate.

There’s no one here, but…

“Well, look who it is.”

There was a faint click, like a cocking sound. Quickly, you registered it as a gun. You didn’t move an inch.

“Adachi.” With a part of your lips, you uttered his name, and he chuckled.

“You’re awfully late to the party, (Y/N).” He recalled calmly. Back when he confessed to his crimes to everyone else, you were noticeably absent. It was a little disheartening, as he had been dying to see your reaction.

“Someone had to look after Dojima.” You quipped sharply to the man a few feet behind you. Head still unmoving, your eyes flickered to the side. It was an attempt to get at him, to twist the knife further.

Sad to say that he didn’t seem to care for your little remark. In fact, he appeared amused by it. “Oh don’t worry, I see how it is. Wanted to wait until the kids were asleep, so we could talk like adults, huh?”

There’s a momentary yet purposeful silence, to set in the eerie atmosphere, and the suffocating tension in the air. It was awfully brave of you to come here alone like this. As far as you were both concerned, you had willingly stumbled into the lion's den. Didn’t you realize how foolish that was?

“It’s okay.” Adachi dropped his volume to a lurid, dulcet whisper. Truthfully, he wanted this moment as bad as you did. “I wanted to see you too.” He crooned. His voice was dripping with longing.

Normally, something like that coming from him would’ve made your heart flutter. A sweet, loving phrase from your darling partner. Now, it only felt like poison, served to make the growing pit in your stomach churn in disgust. It was a bile that left a bad taste in your mouth.

With narrow eyes of contempt, you decided to be brave and spun around to meet him. Only to find nobody behind you when you turned. He disappeared.

“Woah, what’s with that look? Aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?” Adachi’s voice asked with a playful tone. For a moment, it returned to that boyish, innocent cadence that was borderline disarming. 

Although it was never his intention for you to discover his identity, it seemed to work out in his favor. As it turned out, you were pretty cute when you were furiously angry. The spiteful glare you held just for him only complimented your beautiful features. Call him sinful or depraved, but the notion of you becoming his foil was tantalizing, and he was going to savor every chance to see you this way.

No doubt this was a different dynamic that your relationship shifted to. And while he did enjoy your sweet moments together, there was something exciting about this development as well. In his eyes, you becoming his enemy only made you appear more inciting. If this was how it had to be, then so be it. This cat and mouse between you two was another game he wanted to win.

Choosing not to gratify him with a response to his taunts, you turned around again, and he was now sitting in a chair. It was clear he was growing more cocky, as his gun was weakly held in his grip. His legs were spread in an open, seemingly inviting position.

In contrast, you remained austerely composed. Tight-lipped and serious, you crossed your arms with a piercing glare. “…Why.” Your tone was razor sharp, demanding an answer from him. “For all of the missing persons, Namatame did most of your dirty work… but you killed Yamano and Konishi.”

“Why?” Though your voice was acute and cold, there was sincerity to them, albeit very faint. In the end, you couldn’t let every single one of your feelings go at the drop of a hat. 

Even if he had betrayed your trust, it was hard to give up on a person you loved. To do so would be surrendering months and months of emotional investment. Killing an already bloomed flower that you put time and effort into nurturing as a seed. Letting him go would be admitting all that time was spent for nothing. Would your pride allow for that?

The man seated before you, first he started off as an acquaintance. He quickly became your fellow colleague, partner, friend… and then eventually your lover. Working on the case brought you closer together, and you willingly trusted him enough to open your heart up to him. When those walls came down, you thought you knew him, only to turn out you were dreadfully wrong.

He was the killer, and he had been under your nose the whole time.

Does that mean… it was all an act? Was your love a lie from the moment you met? Did he exploit your kindness in order to protect his twisted identity?

“Why?” Adachi echoed, seemingly taunting you again.

He threw out his hands. “It was a simple mistake, (Y/N)! That bitch Yamano wouldn’t hear me out, and I didn’t have a choice. One thing led to another, and she fell in with a simple push. That other girl was just a loose end that needed some trimming.” 

As he feverishly described the crime, his speed and volume were rising. By the end, he was rambling on like a schizophrenic madman. Not to mention that the gun was still in his hands, and he was waving it around, none of which eased you in the slightest. Just like him, you felt like you were losing your mind. Madness must be contagious.

“It was an accident.” He insisted, repeating himself. Though it only seemed like a comfort only to himself, as you didn’t believe it for a second.

Ceasing his raving, it’s only a split-second for him to recover the composure he temporarily lost. Adachi’s predatory gaze returned to you, his eyes ardently glossing over your figure. A devious, lopsided grin grew on his face as he did so. “If I had known the perfect woman would finally come around, I’m sure this wouldn’t have had to happen.”

“But even then, you could argue it was supposed to.” He chuckled darkly. If it weren’t for the case, the two of you would’ve never met, and gotten so close. “Perhaps the Gods really heard my prayers and brought us together.”

While he didn’t believe in fate or any of that sentimental garbage, in this case it was an amusing idea to entertain.

After that, he decided to continue the case for the thrill of it, and with you by his side, he had yet another self-indulgent reason to pursue the mystery expertly crafted by him.

Needless to say, you were disgusted by his confession. It was twisted. He killed two women without remorse, a woman and a young girl, and he was completely shameless when coming onto you. Unsettling to think that Mayumi wasn’t much older than you as well. Adachi harping on the two of you meeting and falling in love, after the murders of innocent people, and putting more in harm's way was so disgusting you could hardly put it into words. 

Nanako Dojima, an innocent child, was on the brink of death due to his selfish actions, and here he was celebrating because the two of you got together as a result. To even suggest it was an act of the divine was complete lunacy. His depraved vindication was such a foolish idea you couldn’t help but audibly scoff.

Justifying these murders with your romance was just the bittersweet icing on the spoiled cake of betrayal.

And yet… as disturbing as it was, he had a slimmer of a point. Maybe if you did meet him just a bit earlier, perhaps you could’ve prevented Adachi’s ‘crime of passion’ kill. He could’ve gotten over his bitter rejection and swept you up sooner. Yamano and Konishi could have lived… and the people who had been hurt, would never have been touched.

Though, that was nothing but a hypothetical, you reminded yourself. The damage had been enacted. He had already done the unforgivable. Focusing on a possibility that was rooted in the past, and out of your hands would be putting blame on yourself. It wasn’t your responsibility to fix a broken man.

Another moment of silence. Though that would’ve been enough of a confession, you still had one last question on your mind.

“Tell me. When it was just us… were you acting?” This would serve as your final inquiry. Even though learning the truth could potentially shatter your heart further, you’d never get closure if you failed to hear it. 

While it was only debilitated, there were lingering remnants of sorrow trapped in your being. Despite your harsh front, the remorse was in your eyes, and in your speech. “Was this your sick way of getting my trust, so I’d defend you?”

Adachi rose from the chair. He approached you slowly, but you were careful to maintain your distance as you watched him move. Any sudden actions he made, you’d put up a strong fight. The intense stare down between the two of you incited a grin from him.

He shrugged with nonchalance. “Well, I might’ve put on a show for Dojima and the others. There’s a lot of things about me that I played up as a façade.”

For a moment, his eyes softened. The smugness vanished, and he was back to the personality you had fallen for. 

“But my feelings for you weren’t an act. I’m still in love with you, (Y/N).” Surprisingly, his tone was sincere, and it made your eyes widen.

Though you were still filled with contempt and disgust for him, you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a dim flutter in your chest by his words. The unexpected declaration made your heart leap, as disturbing as it was to admit given the circumstances.

“You were different from these dull women I’ve come across, and it was pretty nice.”

“Genuine, sweet, smart and hard-working… you’re like the complete package.” He chuckled, and you could’ve sworn you’ve heard him say this before. It clicked instantly.

‘You could’ve had any guy you wanted, and yet, you chose to be with him.’ Those were his exact words.

So he meant it…

He was standing before you. Only a few feet separated the two of you.

“You’re the only person I cared about. You understood me, and made me feel like a lucky guy. For the first time in a while, my life was a bit less dreary.”

You paused, muscles tensing up. In your chest, your heart was betraying you. It was beating fast, spurred on by his profound desire. As if it were Deja Vu, his words were stirring up your feelings yet again.

“We don’t have to be enemies, you know.” He spoke in a soft tone, his eyes fondly scanning your visage. The velveteen cadence nearly had you second-guessing.

Is he saying…

Adachi held out his upturned hand to you. “Join me, (Y/N). Stay here with me.”

“The world is boring and cruel. You know that firsthand, don’t you? This nowhere town is a sinking ship. Be with me, and I’ll take your worries away. We’ll crush those kids, and then run away together.”

Wait…

“How about it?”

His offer had rendered you speechless. In an instant, your heart nearly stopped. The sudden development had thrown you for a loop. He wants you... to join him? While there was always the possibility that he was tricking you, the sincerity in his voice strangely went against that notion. Though the degree of which varied, you could decipher that he was being serious.

While you didn’t know much about this side of Adachi, the part of him that you fell for was still there.

The realization gave way to a moment of hesitation, the feeling of which was rare for you. Before you knew it, you were stepping closer to him, and then gently slipped your hand into his. It fit his grip like a perfect mold. It’s been so long since you’ve done that. Part of you missed this warmth. Eyes softening, a soft smile graced your lips.

Your sudden yet ardent affections had Adachi taken aback for a second, but he quickly returned to his confident demeanor. He was delighted to see he had ultimately won you over. Before he could speak, or better yet draw close to kiss you, you opened your mouth. 

“I can’t wait to throw you behind bars.” You said with a smile.

Suddenly, you pulled him forward with the junction of your hands. In a careful yet swift motion, your free one ripped the gun from his unsuspecting grip. He went to grab it back, but you shoved him backwards with all the strength you could muster.

Once you aimed straight at him, he stepped back. With the barrel of the gun focused on him, his movements came to a grinding halt. You pulled out your own pistol from your holster and pointed it.

“Isolde!” You called out your persona. Raising your gun, you shot the blue card that appeared out of thin air. It shattered upon impact, and your other self, an elegant spectral projection faded into view.

Strike first, to catch him off guard. “Maragidyne!” You ordered, and your persona sent out a fiery blast.

The fire consumed the area, but once it burned away, there was nothing that remained. There was an eerie quietness, leaving you in suspense.

Did you hit him?

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Adachi’s voice echoed in your mind.

Guess not.

His sudden disappearance was uncanny, but you figured it out soon enough. Your attack didn’t miss, but he didn’t sound like he was harmed. The Adachi you had been talking to must’ve been an illusion. The real one was somewhere else. How cowardly.

“Very well then, (Y/N). If you want to try your luck at defeating me… then come and get me!”

A portal appeared to the left of you. The red and black striped entrance seemingly beckoning you to step through.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

And with that, the room returned to its disturbing silence. Remaining in the solace, you lowered your guns.

There was so much for you to take in, and you scarcely had time to register it all. A myriad of thoughts were running through your head, each competing for your attention to mull over.

In the end, you weren’t able to stop him. Though, you learned the truth. Whether you liked it or not. In another heartfelt scenario you would’ve cried, but this wasn’t worth shedding tears over.

Adachi…

It was disheartening that this was how the two of you had to end up. A sweet, loving couple torn apart and divided by power, fated to be enemies from the start. It sounded like a god awful cliché.

Something inside of you changed as well. It felt like your relationship had changed significantly. It was no longer something sweet, or an innocent yet jovial love. For Adachi, it had become a sinful craving. A hunger, as it were. His desire now was to dominate you, and for the oncoming destruction of the world. How laughable it all was.

Sparing one last glance to the portal, you spun on your heel, and began walking back to the entrance. You’d be back, and you’d return with the others to put a stop to him. He won’t get away with this.

Mark your words, your ex is going down.

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cuz like,, ok yu can be friends with adachi but i dont think their connection was strong enough to make the scene as crazy as it couldve been lol NOW RECONTEXTUALIZE IT LIKE THIS AND THAT IS SOME 🍵🍵🍵🍵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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[akategami]

Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.

— tohru adachi x transmasc!reader

Chapter 1 is out now on AO3. Summary and additional notes under "Keep reading".

tags: religious content, catholicism, age gap (not underage), eventual smut, trans male character, asexual character, misgendering, misogyny, transphobia, aromantic adachi

summary: They came from the same church, but they were merely strangers. Estranged from religion, they both found themselves in the confides of Inaba. Who knew two ex-Catholics from the same community would meet once more?

AFAB transmasc reader. Reader is referred to with they/them pronouns.

(No smut in the first few chapters.)

This is mostly just a background of when they first meet, which is in a community Church both their families attended somewhere in the city. Not much story going on. Reader is 15 here, and Adachi is 22. No, they harbor no feelings for each other here. This is not an underage fic.

Nothing much in the tags apply here yet other than the religious content.

Also, (D/N) is deadname. Feel free to copypaste this fic, and use the "Replace" function to change all (D/N) inputs with your dead name.

#persona 4 #persona 4 x reader #tohru adachi #tohru adachi x reader #persona x reader #persona #adachi tohru #x reader

[frickingnerd]

Social Link Masterlist

Marie

marie (accidentally) confessing to you - headcanons

Kou Ichijo

kou and you running into your ex - headcanons

Daisuke Nagase

secretly dating daisuke nagase - headcanons

Naoki Konishi

naoki konishi dating yosuke's ex - headcanons

Yumi Ozawa

first kiss with yumi - headcanons

Ai Ebihara

prom night with ai ebihara - headcanons

Ryotaro Dojima

dojima lending you his jacket - headcanons

Tohru Adachi

adachi announcing your relationship - headcanons

#persona 4 golden #persona 4 #persona x reader #kou ichijo x reader #daisuke nagase x reader #naoki konishi x reader #yumi ozawa x reader #ayane matsunaga x reader #ai ebihara x reader #ryotaro dojima x reader #tohru adachi x reader #eri minami x reader #kou ichijo #daisuke nagase #naoki konishi #yumi ozawa #ayane matsunaga #ai ebihara #marie #ryotaro dojima #tohru adachi #eri minami #x reader #x you #x y/n #headcanons #oneshot #fluff #angst #social links

[rosehasthornsfic]

Your Posion (Persona 4, Tohru Adachi/Reader, M/F, 18+)

PREVIEW:

Adachi was, in fact, at the same club as you. He’d been lurking around all your favorite haunts nearby, asking folks about you, just waiting for you to show up. He knew you would be here tonight, and he’s up on the lofted floor watching the crowd below. His eyes light up upon finally spotting you near the bar.

That slutty red dress, hugging your body and exposing your skin to the world. You’re asking for it with that outfit, obviously. You need to be fucked badly from the look of it. And god, so did he. There was a trail of salivating people in your wake that you hadn’t even noticed - or had you noticed and just feigned ignorance? He wouldn't put it past you.

Either way, Adachi’s blood boils a bit at the way they look at you. Dressed to the nines, looking ripe for the picking.

But she’s mine, assholes. All mine.

He decides to watch you for a bit before swooping in. Watching your attempts to whore yourself out to the masses was too fun to pass up, even if it made him a little mad

#tohru adachi #this is part 2 to after dark! #adachi x reader #misogyny #stalking #reader just really loves herself an unhinged man #smut

[denjis-chainsaws]

Sources & Characters

Long list, so it's going under the readmore!! If a source or character is not listed on here, I will NOT write for them! Only because I live under a rock and take forever to get into new stuff and get comfortable with a character enough to write them.

I'm not limited to solely character x reader! I do character headcanons, too!! As long as it's not just canon x canon, I'll try writing any SFW topic. I will NEVER write NSFW, regardless of if the character is an adult or minor. And characters 14 or younger and pet / animal characters will only be written in platonic or familial scenarios.

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Special Notes:

- Personal character headcanons are allowed to be included in requests. Eg. trans-masc. Yu Narukami from Persona 4, agender + ADHD Happy Chaos from Guilty Gear, autistic Denji from Chainsaw Man, etc.

- For characters with questionable gender representation and/or fanon interpretations, they will be written as gender neutral or genderfluid characters unless requested otherwise. Eg. Naoto Shirogane from Persona 4 will be written as genderfluid with any pronouns.

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Key:

Bold = Lots of writing experience / favorite to write

Italics = Little writing experience / not very familiar with

Normal = Decent writing experience / good enough feel to write

Small Text = Platonic / Familial ONLY

- Chainsaw Man

Denji, Power, Aki Hayakawa

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- Guilty Gear

Happy Chaos, Bridget, Sol Badguy/Frederick Bulsara, Jack-O, I-No, Baiken, May, Asuka R. Kreutz/That Man, Nagoriyuki, Giovanna, Goldlewis Dickinson

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- Persona 3

Male Protagonist (any name, defaults to Minato Arisato), Female Protagonist (any name, defaults to Hamuko Arisato), Yukari Takeba, Junpei Iori, Fuuka Yamagishi, Mitsuru Kirijo, Akihiko Sanada, Ken Amada, Koromaru, Shinjiro Aragaki

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- Persona 4

Yu Narukami (or Souji Seta), Yosuke Hanamura, Chie Satonaka, Yukiko Amagi, Kanji Tatsumi, Rise Kujikawa, Naoto Shirogane, Teddie, Tohru Adachi, Ryotaro Dojima

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- Persona 5

Joker (any name, defaults to Ren Amamiya), Morgana, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Nijima, Futaba Sakura, Haru Okumura, Goro Akechi, Sojiro Sakura, Tae Takemi, Sae Nijima, Yuuki Mishima

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- Dragon Ball

Son Goku, Son Gohan, Chi-Chi, Vegeta, Bulma, Piccolo, Freiza, Perfect Cell, Raditz, Krillin, Yamcha, the Ginyu Force (all of them), Broly (Super + Original)

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- AKIRA

Shotaro Kaneda, Tetsuo Shima, Kai, Yamagata, Kei, Kaori

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- TMNT (2012)

Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O'Neil, Casey Jones, Splinter

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- Bandori / BanG Dream

Kokoro Tsurumaki, Nanami Hiromachi, Chiyu Tamade (Chu²)

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