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hellooo i need some goro akechi kisses hc pls

Goro Akechi Kissing Headcanons

A/N: thanks for the request!!

Warnings: none!

Word count: 394

he's got a public image to uphold, so not a fan of kissing in public, same goes with most PDA

but sometimes if he sees you in the train station, he'll press a quick peck to your lips or cheek, and then hurry off as if nothing happened

he prefers to be alone with you when showing his love for you, because he likes to keep it private; his work and life is hard and busy, and your one of the few soft comforting things he has in his life

when the two of you do kiss, he is very soft and gentle about it, even after the events of shido's palace (during third semester).

that being said, after sae's palace he kisses you with a sense of urgency, as if all of this is just a dream

he sees you as someone very precious, so he treats you in a delicate manner

his hands ghost your waist, lips barley pressing against yours

its in these quiet moments with you that he blushes, because he truly feels so happy to have you with him

on the inside he's still stuck in the crush stage

his favourite place to kiss you is either your hand, or the top of your head, although he still enjoys kissing your lips

Goro's apartment was quiet, the only sound being the soft noises you made in your sleep.

you had a firm grip on him, arms wrapped around his torso, head nestled into his neck. He could feel your warm breath on his skin, a shiver running down his back.

he wasn't often a gentle person, or a soft one. but he could always make an exception when it came to you. he rubbed small circles on your back, admiring how the moonlight made your small frame look so angelic, skin glowing in the light.

He didn't deserve you. He knew that. Everyday he urged himself to leave, but as soon as he saw your smiling face, those thoughts were thrown out the window.

He was selfish. But you were the only good thing in his life. Surely asking for you to remain with him wasn't so bad, right?

he leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head, giving your sleeping form a squeeze.

in the dull light of the moon he could see a faint smile cross the lips of your sleeping form.

HIHIHI I SAW UR CHIBI HC AND I WAS JUST FYUFFHHJUDX

but can i request goro/akira s/o notching him getting jealous of her giving the chibi of himself so much affection, so when she sit the chibi down and just throw herself at him and attacking him with so much affection x10 then the chibi, she is just bomb him with kisses and praises and just how much she loves him, and him getting glimbs of his smoll self be jealous about it

Chibi Part 3

Chibi Part 1 Chibi Part 2

A/N: Thank you so much anon! i love the chibi requests there so cute :)

Warnings: none!

Word count: 380

Goro Akechi¬

Gosh you could just squish the little chibi version of him to death! he was so cute with his little cheeks and cute little pout!

you continued to squish the little baby, but there was one thing you noticed. Your boyfriends demeanor had changed. you stopped smothering the little chibi for a second, turning to look over at your boyfriend.

he was sulking.

he sat on your bed, legs and arms crossed, his bottom lip sticking out. as soon as you locked eyes, he looked away, the wall having become much more important.

you sighed, gently putting down the chibi version, before making your way over to your grumpy boyfriend. you made you way onto the bed, and then pulled his head into your lap. he gasped out of suprise, and quickly recovered once he felt your hands running through his soft hair.

"Don't worry, Goro....your much cuter than any chibi. especially when you pout like that" you said in a teasing tone, gently messaging his scalp. he shot you a half hearted glare, before closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

Akira Kurusu¬

You had been snuggling Chibi Akira for quite a while, and you could tell your boyfriend was annoyed.

it had all started out as a game to you. How long could Akira last before he gave into the jealousy and snatched the Chibi away from you?

but it had gone on quite a while. you were starting to feel bad. it was hard not to when he was making all those sad dramatic sighs from the corner of his room. you gave in, setting the chibi down on Akira's couch, so it would be comfortable. then you made your way to your boyfriend, a sad look plastered on his face. whether he was being dramatic or not, the sight made your heart melt.

before you even had time to sit down all the way, he was on top of you. he wrapped his arms around your torso, burying his face into your neck. you could smell the ever lasting coffee scent he had adopted since he moved to the cafe, and it brought a smile to your face.

one thing was for sure. cuddling with your boyfriend was much better than the chibi.

HEHSJDNSHSHSHSHHSSHSHSH MAY I REQUEST GORO AKECHI AS A DAD TO A GIRL GIVING HER THE BEST LIFE HE CAN!?!?

I CAN JUST IMAGINE HOW BECOMING A FATHER WILL HEAL HIM SM FROM HIS DADDY ISSUES AND ALLOW HIM TO REALISE HOW PARENTS ARE SUPPOSED TO LOVE THEIR KIDS AND HE NEVER DESERVED THE CHILDHOOD HE HAD 😭😭😭

Parenthood

Goro Akechi x reader

Warnings: Slight angst? idk if it counts

Word count: 216

Goro wasn't sure about this. About any of this.

Him? A parent? you knew him better than anyone, yet you decided he would be a good parent?

he trusted you, of course, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that he would be a bad parent. And oh, he was scared. What if he was like him?

What if he was like Shido?

But somehow, magically, all of those thoughts were banished from his mind the moment he saw her.

His perfect little angle.

In those moments he knew he would give her the world.

The first time he held her solidified that even more.

He was smiling, brighter than he had in a while. You took pictures of the two, as Goro slowly rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, eyes trained on his baby girl. she was small, so small. It scared him, so much could happen to her, but at the same time it made his heart feel like it was about to burst.

He laughed at himself, that he ever thought he would be anything like the so called father he had.

the way his baby looked at him like he had brought them the stars and the sun filled his heart with something he hadn't felt in a while.

Joy.

I really enjoyed your last Akechi write 👀 Kind of a polar opposite, how would Akechi be with a S/O who feels they're never good enough for him even though he reassures them he loves them for who they are (and that it should be him feeling that way because of what he's done)?

An Angel of His Own (Goro Akechi x Reader) 

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

When he enters his apartment after a long day, there are only two things he finds himself excited about, time and time again.

The peace and quiet of his own house. And you. 

By the time he had unlocked the door and pushed it open, you were already flittering around the entry room. You’ll be waiting dutifully. Quietly. All for him remove his shoes and his gloves at the door so that he may show you some form of affection before venturing further into his home. Even as you greet him, he sees it. Hesitance still lines your eyes but you try to hide it with a smile. A shy one, but a smile nonetheless. And it’s something he knows he can deal with just by the way you relax into the small kiss he delivers to your forehead. 

This time, he cups your cheeks just to tug you a little closer, subtly enjoying the way you shiver against the touch of his cold fingers against your feverish cheeks. You’re so expressive. Even when you don’t want to be, he can’t fault you for it. He’ll never fault you for it. He likes being able to know what you think and how you feel. It’s a sure change from the office- where there’s nothing but grim looks and serious eyes. Where everyone hides behind a mask in between stone walls. Unwilling to show how they truly feel unless there’s a way to benefit from it. But there isn’t. And that’s just one of the things he can’t help but appreciate about you. 

Work was hard today. But isn’t it always when you’re just a lap dog for the sick and twisted minds behind a great nation? Still, he doesn’t want to bother unloading his extra baggage onto you. It takes one look in your eyes to tell that you’ve also had a rough day. The way fingers and fiddling behind his back is a sure sign that you’re struggling with your homework and are hesitant about asking for his help. In fact, he’s sure that if he walks past you and steps just into the kitchen, he’ll be able to spot a neat little pile of your homework with half the page covered in question marks and little circles for him to check over later. Right next to whatever delicious dish you had cooked for the two of them to enjoy tonight. 

But he can think about the office and food and homework later. Right now, all he wants to do is focus on you. 

“I missed you today.” He can’t help but murmur into your ear as if the world itself is too loud. Truthfully, there’s nothing to fight over your attention with besides the ambiance of the apartment. But even if there were an opponent, he knows it would have been an easy victory for him. The quiver of your bottom lip as his blunt admission of his feelings makes it known to him just how wrapped around his finger you truly are. If only you knew that he was the same way for you- if not ten times worse in the rawest, most powerful of ways. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes.” Your response to his question is a quiet lull. But the giggle you let out as he presses a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose is anything but. It brings a smile onto his face- something that only you can do. If he’s being honest, all he wants to do right now is indulge in you. Hold you, love you, be with you. But that’s an activity for another time. You’re getting antsy in his grip. Squirming and shifting as if you didn’t want to be close. But he knows you too well. And he has no doubt that once he lets go, you’ll just be on your way to try to prove your worth to him with whatever laundry list of chores you must have gotten done before his arrival. As if he could see you as anything less than priceless. “I made dinner! And I repotted the rest of the plants and cleaned your office. Do you want to see it?”

“I do.” He promises, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he can imagine himself saying those exact words on a different occasion as effortlessly as he is now. You light up. You always do, but you light up to his acknowledgment, and it serves as a painful reminder of those dark days when you thought that you would never be good enough to stand by his side. Tears you shed, the lies you must have told yourself. You’ve come so far from those days, but it still lives on inside of you. But in the end, he’s learned a way to combat the cruel songs your own head tells your heart. “I do but... why don’t we eat first? I’ve been waiting all day to see you, you know?”

Reassurance. 

Smiles when you can. Touches when you want them. “I love you” when they’re not needed. And “I love you too” when you need them the most. That’s how the two of you have learned to live with each other. That’s how he learned to live with you, despite being in complete and total awe of your presence. It starts with simple things. You were always so shy. Always so unsure. He thought he would easily tire of reminding you that you can text him about anything. He thought he would grow a short fuse when emphasizing that he wouldn’t be in a relationship with someone he thought beneath him. He thought this, he thought that. But he didn’t think just how hard he would fall in love with you. 

An angel is what you are. The type helps him loosen his tie as he puts on his house slippers before guiding him to the kitchen. An angel that cooks his favorite meals because they’re filled with worry for his health. An angel who he was more than willing to move into his flat after just a few short months of being together. For your safety. For your security. And for his adoration and happiness most of all. 

Because when he unlocks the door to his apartment after a long day of work, he leaves behind all that he was. The powerful prince under the guise of a workhouse. The brains beneath the fool’s cap. The calm that hides the storm. But he unlocks it every day with a tired smile on his face because, in the end, he knows it’ll lead him to you. 

So call him mad for his worship of you. Just like others have called your devotion to him madness as well. But at the end of the day, they’ll never know what it's like to carry his sins on their own backs. They’ll never know what it's like to be damned such as he was from the moment his piece of shit father laid his eyes upon his mother. They’ll never know what it’s like to kill and kill and kill while hoping that a murderer, own found, could still know love. They’ll never know. 

And so they will never learn to appreciate the two things that bring him happiness at the end of every single day until he dies like the way he appreciates them. And he hopes they’ll never find out too. 

For the peace and quiet of home belongs to him and him alone, even if it’s paid for money dyed red with blood. And the angel that comes with it? Well… let’s just say there’s not a single pretty metaphor that would do you justice in a world such as this one. But when he thinks of that little velvet box tucked in his nightstand, underneath all the files he knows you won’t go looking through, he realizes that maybe only one word is needed to keep his angel down on earth with a lost soul such as his. One word, that looks powerful. A word that looks familiar. A word that’s not even a word at all. But rather…

A word that belongs to him all the same.