#I was like what if Shuichi cut his finger instead

[love-me-purple]

“Lost & Found.” Shuichi Saihara / Reader (Fluff)

CW: mild cursing

"Shit! Shit-No! No..No..No-" You pulled all the sheets from your bed. "Where is it?!" You groaned in frustration, sitting back on your mattress. You had lost your journal. Normally that wouldn't be so bad. Only you had some pretty embarrassing things written in it. What if it got into the wrong hands? Maybe you were stupid for keeping a journal in a place like this. Who knows what would happen if all your words were shared with everyone?! Especially not the person you were crushing on! It was only a crush, really. You'd only fill pages with your poetry, and sometimes you'd write about your classmates. One in particular though. Shuichi Saihara, that is. Even thinking of him made you smile. Only, You didn't want him to know!

You decided to leave your room and search elsewhere. Hoping nobody had found it before you had. It was so much easier writing than talking to someone about it. Or actually telling them how you felt. Maybe you were kind of a loser. A hopeless romantic at best!  Always wanting more out of things, always wanting to be somewhere else. Oh god, anyone who reads that would know! The last person you would want to find it would be Shuichi himself. How could you make such a foolish decision to leave your room with it? You'd be embarrassed .. you'd probably let yourself get killed instead!

You tried retracing your steps. (with each step further from your room.) Where was the last place you remembered having it? You mentally scolded yourself, being so careless like that? You stopped in your tracks. The library? Maybe someone had mistaken it for a book? You were grasping at straws here. Your anxious voyage began, keeping trembling fingers crossed in hopes that nobody had found it before you. Hopefully, that is.

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You walked into the library with confidence. Those anxious fingers fumbled with your sleeves, looking around the disheveled area. "There's no way I'll find it in here." You admitted to yourself in a mumble, realizing that even if it was there, there was no way you'd have much luck sifting aimlessly through books. It was an average, run-of-the-mill journal. It would blend in perfectly! You only felt worse now. You absolutely poured your heart out into that journal! You accepted your loss and gave up. (in defeat. in sorrow!)

When looking around the library, you were sure you'd never find it in there. Maybe it was just lost for good. You hadn't written your name in it. So, It could always remain a mystery. (worst-case scenario.) It would still leave you very anxious. Maybe there was somewhere else to look? Geez. You sighed, taking your frustrated and upset leave towards the exit of the library. This was ridiculous!

Your monologuing was cut short when colliding right into someone. Someone - Someone who sounded very familiar. You stepped backward, almost falling over on your own feet. "Sh-Shuichi!" You were a little startled. Even if you wanted to make up an excuse to get out of this situation, you couldn't. "Sorry-! Sorry, I should'-"

He seemed more shaken up than you were. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?" He grasped your shoulders, "No-No .. Uhmn. I was just-I'm fine." You nodded, assuring him of that. He let out a relieved breath. (still sounding anxious!) "I was meaning to talk to you." He said, sliding his hands from your shoulders. The pressure of his fingers was warm. No! Don't get flustered now!

"You ... were?" You questioned feebly, staring back at him. "It reminds me," He ducked his head down, pulling a small notebook from his pocket. "My journal!" You gasped out. Before he could even finish his sentence, you were reaching out for it. He allowed you to do so, carefully handing it over. You noted how his fingers brushed over yours. "I found this yesterday," Shuichi explained. "I wasn't sure what it was or who it belonged to. If it belonged to anyone at all .." He began. "Though, I thought it was unethical to read someone's journal."

You were so relieved! Thank God, Shuichi hadn't read it! You held your journal close to your chest, nodding to his words. "S-So I didn't .. at first." He admitted. Seemingly ashamed to say it. "Huh?" You thought aloud. Quite the loud reaction, might I add. The fingers holding that damned journal to your chest trembled. You were at a loss for real words.

"I'm sorry, y/n." He apologetically spoke your name. "I-Well .." He nervously laughed, sounding taken aback himself. The red flush of his cheeks was easy to understand. "I had this feeling about it. I shouldn't have .. I know that now." His eyes darted away from you. (anxious?) "I knew it in the first place. Maybe it's the curious intuition in me. But, The writing.."

Shuichi looked back to you, "The delicate words. y/n, I  knew it belonged to you." He confessed.  You stared back at the boy before you. Each word that came out of his mouth sounded just as uneasy as the next. (nervous regrets?) You felt the same way. With a lethal grip on your journal, you could only nod. He read your journal. All those paragraphs on how you felt, and what you felt for your classmate? (Indeed, you had pure intentions!)

You were terrified of his next words.

"Did you.." He cleared his throat, "y/n, Did you .. really mean all that?" He questioned. Your hands were sweating now. That was it! He knew .. he knew it all. "Uhmn.." You couldn't muster the strength to keep looking at him. Your eyes met the floor, taking in how close you were to him. You were burning up. A furious red in your cheeks; anxious sweat mixing with your emotions. "You wrote with such honesty and emotion .. You couldn't have been dishonest. y/n." His voice was comforting to you. But he sounded nervous.

Shuichi had gone over the possibility that you felt something for him. More than your friends did. He didn't have enough confidence within himself to believe it though. "If I make you feel that way? .. I don't think anyone has ever thought of me that way." He confessed. (breaths were trembling!) "It's only poetry, Shuichi." You spoke quietly and lifted your head. Just enough to see his eyes. "Only poetry?! No. Your words .. they mean something y/n." He corrected you, reaching out for your hand. "To me, at least." He smiled.

You swallowed, grasping his outstretched hand. There was an awkward noise from him with your warm squeeze. "I-Erm-" He choked up, surprised you'd return the proposition. Or maybe it was the contact. Your sweaty palm pressed against his? "I .. wouldn't have expected this." He glanced at your hand, placing the quivering fingers of his left hand over the connection. "Do you really like me that much?" He asked more clearly, moving his eyes back to you. What nervous blotches of red across his face. You took in a deep breath, acknowledging that he could take notice of this. "It's true. I .. did mean what I sai-Wrote." You squeezed his hand, catching a hum from him. (was he touch-starved or something? nervous?)

"Y/N - I .. I think it's sweet. It makes me happy to know I can make someone feel like this."

Your mouth eased into a little smile, unable to form a sentence. "Especially from you. y/n, I-I'd.." He let out a breath. "I'd like to see where this goes." He carefully moved you closer to him by the wrists. "I confide in you more than anyone else. I trust you. That's all I need right now. To have you by my side like this? Its .. " He glanced down with a small laugh. It sounded more nervous than anything. "I wouldn't have expected it." He said, meeting your face again.

"Mhmnm." You hummed, biting down on your lip. Tears stung in your eyes. (don't cry don't cry don't cry!) "Oh! Please don't cry.." Shuichi let go of your hands, breaking the contact. "Shuichi-" You sniffled, taking the moment to pull him against your body. Close enough to press your arms against his back.  He was quiet at best, hesitant to return the embrace. "Y/N .. I .. When we get out of here .. I'll make sure to keep you this happy." He spoke calmly, running his hand down your head. As happy as I am to be around you .. You inspire me." Shuichi continued, holding you there comfortably - leaving you to hear his heartbeat. "So, Thank you, y/n."

His words were .. hopeful to hear. It was quiet. Your foggy mind felt quiet, taking in this moment. It was the most comfort you had felt this entire time. Hopefully, you could hold onto that.

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You ran your hands down his back, slowly pulling away from him. You only moved a few inches away. Enough to see his flustered expression again. "Oh, Y/N." Shuichi lifted his thumbs to your face, rubbing the wet skin. "Let's stay as positive as we can. Okay? I know .. I feel better having you here."

You nodded, returning a warm smile. You held his hands there - enough to press his palms to your face. Enough for his fingers to press against your warm cheekbones. A quiet sigh from you, and you closed your eyes. (leaning against his hands.) It was easy to feel better around someone you loved. When flickering your eyes open, you'd stare back at Shuichi. Such a sincere expression from him. He was so kind to you. That meant something. When seeing how stray hairs would fall past his eyes, now .. you had someone to hold onto.

"Shuichi," You parted your lips to speak, but his name came out quietly. "Hmn?" He brushed his thumbs against your cheeks. (maybe wondering what you'd say next?) What warm skin pressed against his.

"This is how I want to remember you. Just like this." You said, pressing your fingers against his hands. "Here, with me." You sniffled, unable to hide your smile. "Without worrying about anything. That's what I want to remember." Your voice broke at the last vowel, catching a view of the empathy in his reaction.

"I'll be sure of that," He nodded, steady to keep eye contact. "I'll do what I can to leave here with you. I promise." He assured you, voice soft and full of determination. Bittersweet. That's all you needed. For the past days following, you'd write about the losses. At least you had someone to keep by your side.

#mod ibuki #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi saihara #danganronpa v3 #fanfiction #one shots #shuichi saihara fluff #drv3 shuichi #drv3 killing harmony

[cherryronpa]

finished one of my bg3 files where i just shamelessly recreated a danganronpa character and started drawing this around early december to celebrate but didn't finish until mid-january lmao

here's my first non-EA tav, kaede! she's a half-elf bard with autistic rizz off the charts, but like most of the men in the game could be outmuscled by boo. i imagined her being a baldurian travelling musician who while she still very much prefers the various pianos lying around the game world has a modified lyre that plays like one for when she's on the road to perform elsewhere, and had come back to baldur's gate to visit a close friend (shuichi) when she got abducted.

(how it ended under the cut because spoilers for the game)

her story didn't exactly end 'happy' - her autistic rizz pulled karlach and gale and she ultimately chose karlach (it also pulled wyll but she was well into karlach territory when it happened), and she did defeat raphael who was probably closer to her actual final boss than the netherbrain was (someone pointed out that raphael is mostly a bard but also Raphael's Final Act contains many instruments, but a piano is not among them).

unfortunately when it came for netherbrain fighting time, kaede was invested in githyanki liberation that was not at all influenced by lae'zel threatening to kill her if she didn't. the gang freed orpheus instead and while unsure at first, kaede eventually chose to make the sacrifice herself and become a mindflayer despite abstaining hard from tadpole usage. (honestly with her stubbornness i feel like it would be a VERY long time and a LOT of brains eaten before it even makes a dent in how she behaves)

lae'zel went on with orpheus to topple the rule of vlaakith, wyll wasn't the blade of avernus so he just kind of stayed in baldur's gate (we did save his dad but never found the dragon), gale returned the crown of karsus to mystra, astarion didn't ascend because of course kaede would be able to talk him out of doing so, shadowheart turned her back on shar and was reunited with her parents.

and as for karlach, kaede kind of couldn't stay in faerun very easily being a squid now (especially after what just happened) and had very little left, and karlach was obviously about to die and was about all she had left, so kaede made a split-second decision to convince karlach that they could both return to avernus and kick the shit out of zariel together. and then they did. shuichi gets a postcard commemorating the time his best friend (now a squid) and her girlfriend kicked the shit out of an archdevil

also i imagine she was extremely devastated about it until she found out that she specifically gets four fingers and a thumb with the mindflayer form and then was only mildly devastated because she could still shred on a piano

#ndrv3 #kaede akamatsu #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #aaaalso because i put too much thought into this: shuichi is an elf wizard #kaede's dream guardian probably should've been him #i made it kirumi instead. drow paladin because there's literally a paladin oath that's the Oath of Devotion is that not absolutely perfect

[wisheduponastar]

Confessions over breakfast (691 words, M/M)

For Day 26 of @danganronpashipmonths Saioma month. Inspired by the prompt : Fake Dating

Shuichi isn't sure why he signed up to Danganronpa : Salmon Mode. But he has been enjoying his time here, even if it's only because of a certain someone. And after he's barely awake, that certain special someone brings Shuichi breakfast.

Read on Ao3 or below

Shuichi still regretted signing up for… whatever he had signed up for. In fact, had he even signed up for ‘Danganronpa - Salmon mode’? He honestly couldn’t remember doing so, and it wasn’t exactly like Monokuma was a trustworthy source of information. Especially considering how odd the bear was… and how he seemed to defy all technological common sense. Even the Ultimate Inventor seemed surprised by his existence.

But this place hadn’t been too bad, so far. People had actually started to make friends. It was fairly obvious that Kaito and Maki liked each other, even if they didn’t exactly admit it. Other people had made friends as well, Miu and Keebo had been hanging out together - and he had actually found friends in this place as well; Kaede and Kokichi. Although, of everyone, he’d certainly been with Kokichi the most - out of everyone at least. They’d had a tea party together, played rock-paper-scissors for almost an hour, and Kokichi had even stabbed himself (maybe accidentally).

So when there was a sudden knock on his door, Shuichi could immediately tell who it was. Straightening up slightly, Shuichi called out, “Come in, Kokichi.”

“What if I’m not Kokichi?” the person at the door called out, before opening it. It was Kokichi, of course, with a large grin on his face and food in hand, “How d’you always guess it’s me?”

“You knock… very uniquely.”

“Aww, you pay that much attention to me?” Kokichi waltzed over, placing down the tray of food and then sitting on Shuichi’s bed, legs dangling off it, “I’m flattered.”

“It-it’s not that.” Shuichi said, averting his eyes slightly as he looked towards the desk instead. The tray Kokichi had brought up was surprisingly packed, with quite a bit of variety. Some more healthy breakfast options with yoghurt and granola, even some fresh fruit, and then also pancakes - and more traditional japanese cuisine.

“I suppose you memorising my knock is a detective thing as well as a obsessive lover thing,” Kokichi mused, “Kirumi made everything, by the way.”

“She did?”

“Well, I prepared the yoghurt and granola.” Kokichi suddenly pouted, “Apparently cause of the knife game, I’m not allowed around knives anymore.”

Shuichi let his eyes wander slightly to the finger Kokichi cut himself on, remembering the fear he felt when Kokichi cut himself. “Maybe it’s for the best?”

“Nuh-uh. Noooo way,” Kokichi darted up suddenly, taking some fruit before sitting back down, “Will you steal a knife for me Shuichi?”

“Absolutely not.”

“My beloved won’t even do it for me?” Kokichi’s eyes began to mist with tears, “Waahhhhh! You’re all so horrible!”

“Have a pancake.” Shuichi offered, holding out the plate and smiling as Kokichi immediately stopped crying - instead reaching out to grab a pancake and devour it. For a few minutes, the two ate in silence - companionable silence.

Eventually, Kokichi broke it, calling out, “Shuichi, can you pass me my juice?”

“Can’t you get it yourself?”

“I’m comfyyyyy.” Kokichi leaned back slightly more, as if to emphasise the point, “Besides, it’s what good house-husbands do.”

“House-husband?”

“Well, I can’t be the house-husband,” Kokichi sounded scandalised, “I’m too busy running the world, y’know.”

“So that means I have to be a house-husband why?”

“Well, you don’t have to be a house-husband…” Kokichi was looking at Shuichi from the corner of his eye now, “As long as I have you, I’m pretty much satisfied.”

“I-” Shuichi tried to convince himself the reason he couldn’t speak was because of the piece of pancake he’d just inhaled, not because of the fact he was incredibly red, “-Thank you, Kokichi.”

“Thank you?” Kokichi echoed, “Y’know, I thought you’d react stronger to my confession.”

This time, Shuichi really did choke on a piece of breakfast, his face also turning incredibly red as he forced out, “W-Wait - that was a confession? As in… you really like me?”

“Well, duh.” Kokichi had sat up now, “Weeeell, d’you like me back?”

“I,” Shuichi stopped for a second, it was odd because he hadn’t really thought about it - but he immediately knew the answer. His heart immediately knew the answer. “Of course - of course Kokichi. I like you.”

#danganronpashipmonth2023 #saioma #saiouma #omasai #shuichi x kokichi #kokichi x shuichi #saioma fanfic

[thelemoncoffee]

Ya know that soulmate au where if your soulmate gets hurt you gets the same injury (or at least the pain and a scar if it scars instead of the open wound)? what if that but with all my Kokichi scar hcs? Kokichi constantly getting himself hurt with DICE and Shuichi having to put up with whatever the fuck his soulmate just did to make his legs give out in pain

I can imagine how fucked it would have been for Shuichi when Kokichi got that big chest scar from that surfing injury i hc he took.

imagine Shuichi's just chilling one nice spring afternoon while doing small busywork cases at the agency, his office window open to let in some fresh air, its nice- then suddenly he's overcome with this insaine pain in his chest that knocks the wind out of him and leaves him gasping for air before he ends up blacking out. He wakes up on a waiting couch with his Uncle and some other coworkers huddled over him in worry cause they heard a painful scream and a thud, only to find him passed out on the floor when they came rushing in.

Shuichi has no fucking clue what happened, but when he got home and took his shirt off to change that night he had a brand new massive scar, and it looked absolutly horrible- he couldn't imagine what it's like for his soulmate to have the real wound that created it. over the summer the scar would occasionally flare up in pain, which while more than unpleasent, was an oddly comforting reminded that his soulmate had infact survived whatever caused the injury and was still kicking. he was even pleased to find that within the final month of summer the chest scar pains had been replaced with new smaller cuts and pains else where on his body, a sign his Soulmate was recovered and back to their usual shenanigans.

I also like this au concept in the context of Kokichi's knife game FTE. it'd be real interesting for Kokichi to have tried and saved Shuichi from getting hurt by nicking himself, only for Shuichi to also reel back in pain when he strikes his finger- and to watch a scar form on his hand in the exact same spot he just cut himself.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #au prompt #au idea #au #soulmates #Soulmate injury #kai prompts #saiouma

[austajunk]

26 with shinsai? I hc it takes a lot to make Kiyo jealous, but when he is 👀

Oh God, what would it take to break Kiyo and make him go on a jealous, heat-filled rampage? Who knows! But I’ll take a crack at it.

Ficlet below cut. :3

“I am a very forgiving person. You must realize that. Even when I saw what you were doing with Kokichi, I knew it was only to get my attention…”

The heat of Korekiyo’s breath traveled down Shuichi’s neck. Shuichi wanted to remain firm. He had been prepared for the anthropologist to strike but his frail and pretty appearance had once again lured the detective off his guard. In a flash, his head bounced from the impact of being slammed to the table.

“Gah-!!! Ungh…” Shuichi squirmed. Korekiyo’s fingers wound into his palms, pinning him down.

Shuichi saw stars as his fingers worked quickly to tear through the last defense of fabric the poor boy had. His cock slapped to Shuichi’s exposed flesh and he groaned, longing to cover his body before Korekiyo once more. But as he tugged, Korekiyo held her down like a lion that had just tackled a gazelle. When Shuichi’s vision came to, he opened his eyes to see those soft orbs above him, daring him to speak out against him.

“Kiyo…” Shuichi mewled.

He had opened his mouth. Then she felt the words leave his mind immediately. Korekiyo’s cock was grinding against his lubricated ass, teasing him, lulling him into a state of arousal so thick that Shuichi’s resistance would instantly melt away on his lips. And it did. He tried to focus on her breath, to ignore him. If Kiyo fucked him now, it would be only him who had truly wanted it… but if he gave in…

“Kiyo… ha…You can’t…”

He wouldn’t. Korekiyo wouldn’t until he told him too. But it was still unfair. Shuichi trembled. Every time Kiyo’s cock nearly breached his puckered hole, he sucked in a breath to prepare himself for a feeling that never came. That feeling that he craved for.

A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. Goosebumps wandered Shuichi’s skin as Kiyo’s assault continued, threatening to plunge deep inside his ass. It couldn’t continue on like this!

“N… ngh… Kiyo…please-!” The head of his cock had just missed filling Shuichi again, pulling back with its tip pressing to Shuichi’s dick instead to dab at the precum oozing out. “Don’t make me beg for it, you—!”

Those piercing eyes condemned Shuichi to silence even as they were amused. Korekiyo took ahold of his hips and Shuichi could practically feel the smirk dripping from behind his mask. “Don’t ever forget that I am truly the only one who is able to make you feel this way, Shuichi.”

At that very moment, Kiyo thrust forward and took him completely. There was no mercy, just the intent to completely fill Shuichi as his cock plunged into his depths as far as it could force itself. The action took Shuichi’s breath away, forcing tears to his eyes. He tore past his tight ring as his girth stretched him wide open. Shuichi’s fingers buried into Korekiyo’s hair as his resistance had faded. He no long tried to struggle against his grasp. Instead, Shuichi was locked in it, whimpering like an injured animal himself. Then their hips met again in a thicker clap. Shuichi moaned, arching his back in time to Kiyo’s thrusts.

“I—I’ll never f-forget!!!”

Those cries echoed across the room with each slap and Korekiyo believed him. Oh, he believed it.

#danganronpa #new danganronpa killing harmony #shuichi saihara #korekiyo shinguuji #korekiyo shinguji #shinsai #saiguji #:3 #jealousy #nsft #my ficlets

[marikitty]

The space at the corner of my page

Even though he looked like he was taking notes, the young detective wasn’t really paying attention to class.

Ouma had asked him to hang out on their lunch break and he had so much fun with the leader that he was already brainstorming where to take kokichi next and before he knew it, he was doodling little “date” ideas on his notebook along side drawings of kokichi instead of paying attention to the lecture.

He was so absorbed by his thoughts that he didn’t notice when the teacher walked by his desk and took the notebook from him.

Saihara was mortified.

She scolded him for not paying attention and asked him what could be so important that he wasn’t listening to the lecture. She looked at the page he was drawing in and instead of the angry look she was wearing seconds before, she looked surprised.

He was scared the teacher would call him out and show his drawings to the whole class. However she just sighed and returned the notebook to him. “Saihara-kun please focus on the lecture. This will be on the upcoming test.”

Saihara nodded and apologized to her, flipping the page over to a new one.

=

He should have known that would catch ouma’s interest. As soon as the teacher left the classroom, the liar made a beeline towards his desk and pestered him about letting him see the drawing but saihara did not budge.

“I won’t let you see it ouma-kun” he sighed.

“awww cmon why not? i won’t laugh, artists honor!” He took his pencil and put it between his fingers imitating the scout’s honor pose.

He reached over to grab his pencil back. “It’s not that… it’s just embarrassing, okay?”

“Why would it be embarrassing?” He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand in shock. “Don’t tell me… you were drawing dirty stuff in class! I didn’t know saihara-chan was such a pervert!” He said laughing.

The detective turned beet red at the comment. “T-that’s not true! I’d never—“

“No need to feel ashamed! It’s only natural for a teenage boy to have such thoughts—“ before he could continue embarrassing him any further saihara cut him off.

“Like i said, ouma-kun. I was NOT drawing that.” He huffed and put away his notebook into his backpack.

“Hmm what else could it be that got you so embarrassed then?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully and then snapped his fingers. “Was it someone you like?” His eyes sparkled, ready to tease him some more before he noticed his shy classmate looked like he had been caught doing mischief.

“Huh… looks like i hit jackpot with that one.” He said, his expression devoid of any feeling before he gave him a small smile. “Pffff saihara-chan that’s so corny but i guess it suits you.”

He furrowed his brows, already red from embarrassment and now annoyed by the comment. “Is that so? Then what do YOU do when you like someone, if you are too good for doodles?”

“I send them death threats and poisonus flowers like a normal person obviously.” He said inspecting his nails and if what he said was so obvious.

Saihara honestly didn’t know what he was expecting. “No normal person does that... besides you are going to end up scaring them away if you do that.”

Ouma hummed and gave him a mischievous smile. “Hmmm i don’t know about that saihara-chan… it seems to be working so far.” He took shuichi’s juice box and headed towards the door.

Saihara froze for a second. That… can’t be right… right? “…Ah, that was a lie wasn’t it?”

The liar turned to look at him and shrugged, laughing as he opened the door.

“Ouma-kun that was a lie right??” The detective insisted more sounding more frantic.

=

But it was no use, he had already left the classroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

#wip

[strawberri-draws]

roles reversed

#fanart #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa #my art #sketch #I dont think I posted this lol #I was like what if Shuichi cut his finger instead #as a call back to kokichi's free time event rip #im not funny #and I cant draw hands #saiouma #kokichi ouma #Shuichi saihara

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock. 

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic. 

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried. 

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either. 

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks. 

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to. 

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face. 

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his— 

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress. 

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively. 

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth. 

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth. 

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you. 

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. 

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly. 

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now. 

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch. 

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow. 

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you. 

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him. 

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently. 

#mod chia #notsfw #shuichi saihara #shuichi oneshots #shuichi smut #shuichi headcanons #shuichi fluff #drv3 shuichi #drv3 shuichi x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa smut #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 oneshots #danganronpa headcanons #dr3 shuichi #drv3 x reader #danganronpa fanfiction #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi saihara headcanons #Shuichi saihara x reader fluff #Shuichi saihara fluff #shuichi saihara smut #I AM #so fucking tired #but hey #its so worth it #shaishfds

[fluxbutterflyss]

-ˋˏ✄┈ shirogane kaede & shirogane tsumugi, the twins

» they’re, surprisingly, identical twins. kaede is the older twin, and tsumugi is the younger twin. their parents only way of differentiating them was their eye color and name.

» speaking of names, their parents only expected one baby girl so they didn’t have many name choices. when they were born, they panicked and had to decided quickly what either of them would be named.

» they had multiple name choices: kaede, kaori, kaida, tsumugi, tsukiko, tsubaki... yeah there’s a pattern here

» when kaede n tsumugi were born, their parents went with the names that did not sound alike to be able to tell them apart

» when the two of them got older, puberty hit and idk they didn’t really look like twins anymore (i don’t think that’s how it works but-)

» they were both disappointed since they loved messing with people, but then they both came up with the idea of actually changing their appearances. or in this case, one of them changed their appearance

» tsumugi dyed her hair blue and grew it out, kaede kept it blonde except she cut her long hair to keep it at mid-length. when they meet new people they like to introduce themselves in separate last names, kaede decided to go with their mother’s maiden last name, akamatsu

» it was a funny joke, except their parents refused to legally change their names. still didn’t stop kaede or tsumugi from continuing their joke. which they made when they were like, 13

» in high school when they were both accepted in the same class of hope’s peak they were extremely excited. they still continued their little joke, acting like strangers at the introductions ceremony

» kokichi was the only one able to find out about the fact they’re twins, shuichi had his suspicions since he noticed the two clicked instantly despite barely having any similar interests.

» i can also imagine their little joke being slightly broken on their birthday. “oh my god we have the same birthday!” “that’s a funny coincidence! think we’re twins?” “that’d be so funny haha im an only child” “oh i am as well thats so cool”

» it makes shuichi even more suspicious, but it’s not like he will actually dig into them. kokichi thinks that it’s a good joke, he likes to continue it as well

» also, tsumugi n kaede both have the same habits of finger pointing (either to the sky or at their front), holding their hands together when they’re talking, or holding their elbow in awkward situations. they also do this thing where they knock on their head when they make a mistake, and once they did it at the same time and laughed about it

» they get caught one day when kaede wants to throw a party at her house in her own bedroom, kaito tries to find the bathroom and stumbles upon tsumugi’s bedroom instead. he asks kaede why she has another bedroom full of wigs, clothes and sewing tools in front of the others and the jig is up.

» everyone is just like, “oh wow you’re both twins how did i not notice?” shuichi’s like, “i knew it-” and kokichi just laughs at everyone for falling for their joke

» afterwards, kaede babied tsumugi in front of the others a LOT. whether that be teasing her for the littlest things, ruffling her hair at random times, announcing that tsumugi is her little sister randomly at lunch.

» tsumugi doesn’t like it, but she teases kaede back with their height difference, something embarrassing kaede did when they were kids, anything tsumugi can use to get back at kaede

» there are times they do fight, whether it be for something small or a huge argument, they always make up because they know each other way too well.

» also they have this secret code where they just talk with their eyes and motions. that’s literally just it. they always get what the other is saying wrong, but it’s fun to confuse people

» they’re also incredibly overprotective over each other. the both of them are surprisingly scary if something bad happens to the other

» overall they have a pretty good sibling dynamic with each other, even though they don’t even look related in the slightest

#mod sugar || 🍭 #personal writing || 📝 #headcanon || 💣 #non-despair || ✨ #platonic || 🤝 #kaede akamatsu || 🎹 #tsumugi shirogane || 🪡 #or shirogane kaede #[] #lmao i literally love this hc #tsumugi being kaedes long lost twin #but in this non despair they know theyre twins #i also have a trans tsumugi hc but i wanna get on that in another post #where i put all my hcs for v3 characters lmao #tsumugi shirogane #kaede akamatsu #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #headcanon #kaede shirogane #*wink wink* #also ignore kaede flirting with tsumugi in canon #here that’s just a way kaede can get tsumugi’s self confidence up #since tsumugi is so ‘plain’

[shumaejh]

𝕊𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖

ᴛᴀɢꜱ- ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ/ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘᴇʀᴠ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ- ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

➳ Shuichi is a pervert, a huge one. He always was, and his perviness only got worse when he first met you. You were astonishing to him. Your hair, your outfits, your personality, body, looks; all if it was absolutely beautiful to him.

➳ Over time he became more obsessive and possesive towards you, getting these unexplainable urges. Urges that would send him to jail of he dare acted them out. Fortunately, he had very good self control and held back on these urges. But, all good things must come to an end, as these urges and thoughts became too overwhelming for him.

➳ He had bought his own camera just for taking pictures of you at your most vulnerable moments. Shuichi would stay right next to your window, waiting until you're sleeping, changing, masturbating, etcetera. He kept it mild, for now.

➳ But of course, he got away with these things, and due to that he started thinking that possibly he could get away with more intense things. Break-in's, stealing, touching you in your sleep.

➳ He gave into those thoughts and urges too, satisfying them as he broke into your room at night. He did that by using the window, as it was closest to you, sleeping beauty. You were so much more beautiful up close and in person, your skin so soft to the touch.

➳ He grazes his hand across your delicate skin, that touch alone sending arousal to his half-hard dick. Saihara watched as your chest raises up and falls back down, in a calming slumber, completely unaware about what's to come.

➳ Your shirt was raised up just above your belly button, to which his cold hand took to its advantage and rested on your stomach. His eyes snapped to your face as you tense in your sleep, the cold of his hand interrupting your peaceful slumber.

➳ Once you've calmed, Shuichi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His hand was warm now due to your body heat, allowing him to trail his hand up more and more without disrupting your sleep. His thin fingers stopped at the strap of your bra, his arm had only raised your shirt up more reveaing the bottom of your bra.

➳ Shuichi licked his lips in anticipation, taking his hand out of your shirt to delicately lift the rest of your shirt up, revealing your bra in its entirety. He could see your hardened nipples through the fabric, making his cock twitch in his pants. His hand groped your breast gently, he huffs, he could barely feel a thing! Your bra was in the way!

➳ He crawled onto your bed, straddling your hips with his hands at the sides of your head. He's so close to you, bent down with his lips inches away from yours. You looked absolutely stunning. The camera he had wrapped around his neck was nearly touching your breasts, which reminded him. He needed to treasure this moment.

➳ Forunately your lamp was on, which he found absolutely adorable. You can't sleep in the dark, you poor thing~ He did his best to drive his attention to his camera, lifting it up and taking a photo of your body, making sure your breasts were in view. With a chuckle, he took the camera off his neck and placed it on the desk. Now he can do whatever he pleases without waking you.

➳ Carefully he tucked his hands under your back, undoing your bra in no time. He felt the clips of your bra fall into his palms, allowing him to remove your bra. It took some effort, but in just a few minutes your bra and shirt were tossed onto the floor, revealing your now nude top half.

➳ His breathing became uneven, he wanted to do so much to you, but he knew that he needs to take baby steps to get to that point. For now, his hands squeezed and fondled your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipples to roll them between his fingers, feeling them harden. Satisfied, he let go, your nipples now hard and begging to be sucked on.

➳ He only chuckled at this and leaned down, pressing the flat of his tongue against your rock hard nipple, giving it a light flick of his tongue. That didn't wake you thankfully, a smirk forming onto his blush covered face. His thin lips wrapped around the bud, eyes fluttering closed.

➳ His sucks on the snesitive bud were incredibly gentle, in hopes you wouldn't wake up and attempt to kick him out. All he wants to do is make you feel good, so why wouls uou kick him out in the first place?

➳ Speaking of which, he groped your other free breast with his left hand, his right going between his and your legs to press his two fingers onto your clothed folds. He wasn't expecting your shorts to be wet, popping off of your saliva covered bud to look at the somewhat noticeable stain.

➳ "Ahaha.." he laughs softly, licking your other nipple once more before heading between your legs. The scent of your arousal hit him almost immediately, though he wasn't complaining. The scent was intoxicating, and made his pants just become even tighter.

➳ He sits up onto his knees, oh so carefully taking your shorts off and tossing them with the other articles of clothing. Your panties were just the cutest, making him immediately slide those off and have a whiff. "Mmhm~ Naughty, naughty girl.." he said, noticing that your folds were drenched.

➳ Instead of tossing the panties onto the floor, he shoved them in his pocker for later, getting back down onto his stomach to spread your wet folds. "Oohh.." he hums, you masturbated before this. Oh wow, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants for much longer. Quickly he grabbed his camera and took a photo of your hole, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled.

➳ "Wow.." he admires you once more, placing the camera down onto your desk once again. Stunning, he thought. Absolutely gorgeous.

➳ He leaned into your heat, sticking his tongue out and pressing the flat of it against your slit, and flicking it upwards while making sure it hit your clit, watching it twitch. A breathy laugh came from him, his left hands thumb pressing onto your clitoral hood and pushing back lightly.

➳ "Mmh.." he mumbles, sticking his tongue out to lap up your thick juices. His heart was pounding, you tasted astonishing. Your taste alone has him rubbing himself against your mattress, you're that addicting.

➳ Gently he pushed his tongue inside of you, there being not must resistance fortunately enough. His thumb let go of your clitoral hood to press down on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He could tell you were slowly starting to stir, small whimpers were coming from your sleeping body. Adorable, small whimpers to be specific.

➳ "Mmmh.. w-what..?" you mumble, sitting up to see what was happening to you. Shuichi's heart skipped a beat for a moment, busted, he thought. However, he didn't stop, he just chuckled lightly, sending a spark of pleasure through your nerves. "A-Ah-! W-What are you-?!"

➳ Your hands frantically clawed at his head, desperately trying to tear him off of you. His hands went straight to your hips to hold them down, the glare he's giving you shooting daggers into your heart.

➳ "G-Get off of me you creep! G-Get out of my house!!" you yell. Unfortunately for you, Shuichi wasn't leaving until you cum. His tongue got pulled out of you to flick your clit, thin lips wrapping around the little bundle of nerves. The feeling made you go tense, "H-Hnnaaah-!"

➳ The moan drove him on, watching as you finally gave up and fell against your pillow. In all of his years being a detective, he's never seen nor heard someone give up this quick. You must want this as much as I do, he thinks. That idea alone had his cock begging to be released from the tightness of his pants.

➳ He hums against your swollen, sensitive clit, shoving two of his fingers into your clenching hole with no regard of how it'd feel. "O-Ow!! S-Shuichi--" you get cut off, his other hand lifting up and slamming down onto your thigh telling you to shut up.

➳ With a whimper, you kept quiet. You felt your high becoming closer and closer, his fingers doing a 'come hither' motion right against your g-spot wasn't helping either. You did not want to cum because of this sicko, this absolute freak, but you couldn't help it. The pleasure was just too much. You came, you came all over his fingers. Your velvety walls cleched around his slim fingers.

➳ A hum of satisfaction came from his throat, pulling off of your overstimulated clit and roughly pulling his fingers out. He was absolutely desperate for your juices, his tongue darting out to lap up your cum. Sweet like saccharine, Shuichi though. He smirked once finished, sitting up onto his knees to pull hos pants down to his knees and to take his dick out of the hole of his boxers.

➳ "G-God.. you're gorgeous," he moans out, hand wrapped around his pre-cum leaking dick. Roughly he started getting himself off to your twitching, limp body. "Y-You know.." he starts, "I-It was so tempting to.. just carve my initials into your skin, but.. you're so incredibly irresistible, my love.."

➳ His words meant nothing to you, of course. You were sure about that once you felt his warm semen shoot onto your sucked-in stomach. He came a lot, letting out a pleasured sigh. "Here.." he scoops some of his seed off your stomach with his fingers to wipe it onto your lip. Instinctively, you licked it off, which you immediately regretted; it made his half-hard dick twitch.

➳ "Haha.. it's like you're asking for more. Don't worry, love..." he kisses your forehead. "This won't be the last time."

➳ He gets dressed, takes a photo of you, and leaves. Leaving you covered in his semen, quivering.

#tw: noncon #tw: somnophilia #tw: yandere #tw: toxic behavior #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader

[amazingorangedangantrash]

Excuse me Orange. I have seen the posts of Makoto interacting with class 77 and as much as I would love to hear about it I'm really curious about how a relationship with class 79 and Makoto would be. More specifically Makoto and Kokichi.

Yes this is because I can't get the fic "Rosemary" out of my head. In summary, Makoto loses his memories and becomes a counsellor at a school in Germany after meeting Rantaro and adopts Kokichi. Besties Rantaro and Makoto with the disaster child that is Kokichi.

Hello anon! Thank you ever so much for being so polite and patient with me :). This post has been a long time coming, and people have requested it ever since I made those class 77 headcanons. I put it off partly because I was worried I wouldn't do the V3 characterisation justice. I based a lot of this off the wiki info, so I highly encourage anyone to add their thoughts or counter if they think of something different!

(Also since pre-game personalities are basically non-existent outside of headcanons, this is based off their killing game personas)

Makoto is excited to greet another school year, and some underclassmen along with it! With all the... interesting characters (turned friends) he's encountered in both his own and the above year, he can only wonder what the new students will be like...

Kaede- out of all the protagonists, I'd say Kaede shares the most similarities with Makoto, moreso than his own sister. These two would definitely get along and make a great tag team- watch out Hope's Peak, because these two will have befriended you before you know it! Makoto definitely admires Kaede's straightforwardness and her optimistic nature. They act as great support for each other if tag teaming another person/persons, as Kaede is bolder then Makoto, whilst Makoto acts well as a medium. They're both extremely loyal, arguably to a fault. Both Kaede and Makoto have lied in a class trial to protective their friend (a detective each time too, lmao). Apparently she also lied for his sake in the demo, which is sweet. I feel like they'd connect well over their mutual optimism and kind hearts. I think Makoto would convince Kaede to step out of her comfort zone- socially, she's very bold, but she strays away from activities that could affect her piano playing (by hurting her fingers) and can waste away a lot of time in the practice room. She misses out on a lot of potentially fun activities that way. On an outing with some others, she accidentally cuts her finger, and whilst Makoto apologises and tells her she was right to be cautious, she waves him aside. Despite being unable to play the piano for a few days, she fills her time with other activities and it actually... doesn't bother her so much. As an 'ordinary person', Makoto helps a lot of talented students by opening their eyes to seeing that their identity doesn't revolve around their talents. In return, Kaede offers to teach Makoto whilst he spends time with her in the practice room. Whilst piano is her favourite, she knows how to play other instruments, and teaches Makoto the violin (maybe you think he'd play a different instrument but violins are my favourite so I'm going with that-). They even practice together, and whilst Kaede still practices nearly every day, she finds that it can actually be even more fun with company.

Shuichi- ah yes, yet another detective. Makoto was initially surprised that they'd accepted another Ultimate Detective, since there's normally only one ultimate at a time in the school (aside from Luck, which is decided each year with a raffle or draw or whatever). It's revealed that Shuichi is actually undergoing part of a new tutoring programme, in order to increase the number of people with talents especially useful to society. He's to be tutored by his upperclassman... *drumroll* Kyoko! Being close with Kyoko and with Kaede, Makoto sees a lot of Shuichi and befriends him too. He helps out with Shuichi's lack of confidence and feelings of inadequacy. Unlike Makoto, Shuichi has an obvious role model that he both aspires to and compares himself against. Unlike Kyoko, Shuichi is much more connected to and feels responsible for the people his detective work condemns. Whereas Kyoko is confident in her goal to obtain the truth, in totally neutrality, Shuichi is hesitant about it, unable to feel unbiased and take a neutral stand. Makoto convinces him this is a good thing, that feeling guilt is normal and is a sign of being a passionate and sympathetic soul. Shuichi doesn't have to be the kind of detective Kyoko is- sometimes that kind of compassionate and caring person is exactly the mindset people want. He also reassures Shuichi that as painful as the truth is, uncovering it means being able to eventually move on, and embrace hope. (He also tells Kyoko to maybe be a bit more... /welcoming/ in their lessons, and eventually Kyoko grows quite fond of her student, discovering a fondess for teaching she didn't know she had).

They're both very humble and polite, and whilst Makoto isn't reserved, he can be very passive. I think the two would appreciate having more of a calm relationship, typical of a 'normal' friendship that is often er- 'lacking' at Hope's Peak. With Kaede's help, Shuichi would open up to Makoto and others over time. I personally headcanon Shuichi to have an anxiety disorder and depressive bouts, so I think someone like Makoto would be a great support friend, for him to go to when he needs company and comfort, someone to listen and to understand, and vice versa to an extent. I like to imagine Makoto, Shuichi and Kaede often spend time together (with Hajime too protag gang ftw). Shuichi likes to study in the music room with them. He's already good at research, but the music actually helps him... enjoy it more. (Maybe he takes up an instrument too, to give him a hobby to focus on, hmm).

Kokichi- Kokichi Ouma. Kokichi Ouma... what do I even say? Trying to wrap my head around his character is like trying to clear the death road of despair in your first try. Still, I'll try my best!

I've seen a headcanon before (i dont remember by who, if you know lmk and I'll credit them) that Makoto via his unpredictable luck would be immune to Kokichi's pranks, and I think that'd set up a pretty good basis for their introduction. I think if Kokichi and Makoto had to describe the other in one word, it would be... "frustrating". At first glance, they're practically opposites- someone like Kokichi, who seems to breathe lies instead of air, and a person like Makoto, who's so honest and open it's almost stupid. Makoto doesn't like how Kokichi lies so much, even if it means people hating him. He almost seems to WANT people to hate him (I think he said once that honest people scare him more than strangers). Makoto has a tendency to break down even the most difficult characters (coughcoguuh class 78 coughcofuh), and that both scares but intrigues Kokichi. Makoto couldn't hate him if he tried (literally the only person he ever even /disliked/ was Junko. Not /hate/, but just /dislike/? Really???), and it frustrates Kokichi that Makoto is so willing to trust him and put faith in him. Makoto isn't blindly optimistic either, he genuinely believes in people, and I think Kokichi would feel envious towards being able to trust so... freely. Part of Kokichi's childish and carefee personality and his perchance for lies is the manifestation of his desire for freedom. If no-one knows what he's thinking, if no one can guess his moves, if no one can use emotions or weaknesses against him, and he can do whatever he wants, isn't that freedom? Except it isn't. By not letting his guard down and being honest with people, in a way, Kokichi's lies have left him trapped, unable to open up out of a fear of vulnerability. Whilst Kokichi would be initially suspicious of Makoto, maybe even distrustful of or uncomfortable around his personality, I think having such a grounded, honest individual whom he can /rely/ on would be... comforting. Kokichi would warm up to him, and see that with Makoto, what you see is what you get. He's above all else, a /genuine/ person, though certainly not an ordinary one, and Kokichi learns to respect and even admire that. Kokichi intentionally pushes people away to avoid expressing vulnerability, by being intentionally unlikeable, but even so I think he's lonely. Pushing away others isn't out of a true desire to be alone (it never is), but a defense mechanism. That tactic wouldn't work on Makoto, and so Makoto could become someone who Kokichi not only considers a friend, but who wholeheartedly returns the sentiment.

Makoto isn't sure what to think of Kokichi at first. He's heard so much about this terrifying new student, an overlord of a secret underground organisation with roots all over the globe... and yet the first time they meet Kokichi is trying to drop a bucket of custard on him. I don't think Makoto would like how Kokichi lies so much- especially about things like killing people or sending them away to never be seen again. It upsets him how Kokichi can joke about it, and how he seems to enjoy toying with people's feelings. When Makoto has a goal, he'll follow it through to the end, so when he's determined to break through Kokichi's walls... well, it's not easy at first. He's also willing to keep Kokichi company and give him attention and hear him out, which Kokichi admittedly likes. Whilst Makoto isn't a pushover, he's also not going to threaten Kokichi or retaliate with mean words, he genuinely listens and entertains Kokichi even though he knows Kokichi is messing with him, which is.. really nice, actually. Even if he tries he can't really shake Makoto that much (pls after all the other -weirdos- people he's met?). Like oh-? They have to duel to the death with yu-gi-oh cards? It's lucky Makoto brought his stack with him! Kokichi orders him to play tea party with him? He loved playing it with Komaru when she was younger and was sad when she stopped! Kokichi tricks him into eating a really gross weird food? How did you know that was a family favourite! Kokichi is fond of Makoto, and is desperate to keep Makoto's attention on him, whilst at the same time not wanting to reveal his true feelings, leading to plenty of complicated situations. Eventually they reach a breaking point (i love drama ok) and whilst Makoto doesn't lash out at him, exactly, he admits that maybe it's best he leaves Kokichi alone, believing that maybe Kokichi truly is content to be the way he is. It's this event that causes Kokichi to realise that Makoto really is someone he'd rather not hurt- that he doesn't just 'like' him but truly cares for him. From then on he tries to dial it down a bit, and Makoto comes to understand how Kokichi's lying and 'cruelty' stems from a place of insecurity and fear of trust. He promises to be a person Kokichi can trust, to show him that vulnerability doesn't have to mean gettint hurt. Whenever the two are around each other all kind of wacky hijinks are bound to ensure, really. Kokichi loves having someone around to not only give him attention, but want to as well, and Makoto enjoys how Kokichi is willing to spend time with and entertain him, pushing him and supporting him in ways that he didn't realise initially. They both find the other extremely interesting, and their encounters usually lead to significant changes in their relationship and mindsets.

I like to imagine they'd spend time playing games and fanboying together- Kokichi adores video games, and it always poses a challenge going against Makoto's luck, which is great for someone competitive as he is. Kokichi also seems a fan of the shounen genre, and 'basic' Makoto is the only other person in the school aside from Hifumi and Tsumugi to even watch anime so you know those two nerds geek out constantly. Kokichi likes to play other kinds of games with Makoto too- and they really like word games- especially two truths one lie. Makoto is... suprisingly good at it. He's pretty poetic, and his genuineness makes it hard to disbelieve him. Which makes it all the more fun when going against Kokichi!

Rantaro- how would these two describe each other in 5 words? "A breath of fresh air". They're both some of the "normal-est" in the school tbh. It's really great for both of them to have someone to do normal teen stuff with. They love going shopping together, hanging out at cafes and arcades. They actually meet when looking for a birthday present for their sister(s). They both reach for the same one before apologising and insisting the other have it. Rantaro insists Makoto take it, since, well, it's not like /his/ sister would get it anytime soon... confused, Makoto asks why and somehow Rantaro ends up confessing the whole thing about his sisters' disappearances, and how he always buys a present for each of their birthdays, waiting for the day when he can give them to them in person. (Pls why does this always end up with makoto counselling the students akdhsjsj-). Makoto could definitely sympathise, having a younger sister of his own. I think they'd bond over that "older brother" role they share, and Makoto would definitely help alleviate some of Rantaro's guilt. I like to imagine that Makoto, whilst being a 'typical teenage boy', also has a lot of feminine interests that he might be a bit insecure about. I love the idea of Rantaro encouraging him to embrace that (guy has like 12 sisters, he gave up feeling shy about makeup, nail polish, jewellery and dressing up in tiaras years ago). Rantaro is the first person to paint Makoto's nails and he loves it so much-!!! They go out for boba together and wear matching green nail polish pls its awesome. Rantaro also tells Makoto stories from when he was travelling and its also amazing- Makoto loves hearing all about it, and Rantaro is actually an incredible storyteller. Though Rantaro initially adventured to find his sister(s), he remembers why he loved travelling in the first place, and he's able to look back fondly on those memories that used to be clouded with the despair of his sisters' disappearance. They even go on vacation together to a tropical island at some point (maybe with friends). I'd like to say Makoto's luck might even lead to them finding one of the sisters, but maybe that's a bit too coincidental ahaha.

Miu- hmm. I think Makoto would be a little put off at first by her vulgarity and very openly sexual and crude behaviour. It's not that he dislikes her, he just isn't really sure... how to react around her? Her and Kaede don't get along, and Makoto often finds himself playing peacemaker when he stumbles upon their arguments. To his surprise, though, she seems to actually... like it when they fight? In fact- she seems to like it when people give her the time of day at all, really. Maybe she's just... lonely? And well, she can be a bit... um- /obnoxious/, but she can't be that bad! Making him go to see her weird (weird) inventions, that must be her way of reaching out and trying to spend time with him, right?

And then she starts calling him "Ma-crap-to", "Naegidiot", "Makusoto", and "Na-unchi"

nevermind she sucks

Makoto, with his saintly patience, would probably end up getting closer to her similar how Shuichi does in his FTEs. (I'll be honest there's not much difference I can think of akdjsjjssksj-)

Kaito- Kaito! Who doesn't love Kaito. It's no secret Kaito thinks himself the centre of the Universe (insert space joke here haha)- he's the protagonist of his own life, and luckily for him, Makoto fits quite nicely into the sidekick role. Both of them are passionate, with big hearts and strong spirits. Kaito is really good at seeing through people too- (idk how accurate this is but apparently in the wiki it says he sees that Nagito isn't interested in his talent or him as a person so much as him as a symbol). Whilst Makoto obviously has a lot of respect and admiration for all the talented students, I feel like it's a lot more... genuine? In a way that he can appreciate the person behind the talent, more than the talent itself. Kaito is someone who likes to inspire people and I think this would resonate with him. I think the two could seriously get along! They're both hopeless (haha) romantics and stupidly optimistic lmao. Kaito can be a little hotheaded at times, so I also like the idea that Makoto could calm him down, or at least reel him in a bit. He's stubborn when it comes to... um.. certain types of people (kokichi) so maybe Makoto could open his mind a bit.

Maki: MAKI ROLLLL. Ok I'm sure she'd probably have to hide her talent until it all came out at some point. I think Makoto is someone who's very against killing (even Junko he believed there was a better way for), so whilst he wouldn't agree with her talent, I think he wouldn't hold it against Maki, especially because he's very good at separating person from talent. Makoto is very understanding, and I think that like with Kaito, he would try to befriend her and open her up. He'd probably feel bad for her, not knowing what a "normal" life was like, so he'd try his best to do that. I think Maki in turn would appreciate that, and slowly get to know him like she did with Kaito and Shuichi. (She also likes complaining to him about Kaito lmao).

(he also takes her out for sushi so she can see for herself what a harumaki is LOL)

I'm sorry anon, this is as far as I could go aksnjjssj. When I feel up to it I'll try and make a part 2 to this, but I hope this is good for now?

(Also that fic sounds awesome and I'll definitely have to read it at some point)

#makoto naegi #v3 #drv3 #makoto + class 79 #anon #my post

[buryyourfavouritestrope]

Goodnight - Soryu Oh

Author Note: So I played some Otome games randomly and one of them was Kissed By The Baddest Bidder. Interesting plots. Soryu was one of my favourites, so was Shuichi. Anyway, enjoy this maybe. A little suggestive at points. Also just straight uploaded not checked yet.

On any other day Soryu would’ve avoided the establishment; he despised the heavy stench of alcohol blended unevenly with a few of Mamaru’s cigarettes. He’d suffer once he returned to the sanctity of his room for the evening, he could already feel the scent clinging to the insides of his nose. Soryu would hold this against his friends for a while; even if neither of them had forced him to come. His body had moved of its own accord the second the young maid had shone a bright smile and asked if he was joining them.

The Ice Dragon had situated himself on the opposite side of the table from her, if it had been a possibility, he would have sat on a bar stool beside the bar. Instead, he suffered sat besides, what could only be called, the useless Detective. Perhaps Soryu had been to harsh in that thought, Kishi may be lazy but he’d helped Inui out of a spot of bother a few times. The Dragon couldn’t help the sparks of Envy that had lodged in his chest once again, albeit for a different reason, as he pondered on Kishi. No-one could blame Soryu, Mamoru held the second thing that Soryu could never have.

After a while the Auction Managers had dispersed, each going their separate ways as they bid farewell for the night. A few a little more than tipsy as they staggered by the many bar patrons. Baba had been the first to leave; a charismatic grin on his face as he promised to do this again before following a rather scantily clad woman out of the bar. Ota and Mamoru had been the next to go, a exasperated Detective wrapping an arm under Ota to support his drunken frame. With those three gone it had left Soryu with a nonchalant Eisuke and a close to tipsy maid. He should have left after Baba; it had been his intention to go but the young maid had started to speak to him and so effortlessly he had found himself lost as they conversed. They hadn’t even noticed when Eisuke had left; and that thought had made the blood in Soryu’s body run cold.

“What about those two?” Came a partially slurred voice, the syllables gently tore the man from his thoughts. His ever-observant gaze falling briefly to the woman. She’d stayed; the second they’d both realised Ichinomiya abandoned them she had chosen to stay and so had he. Soryu convinced himself that his presence was for Eisuke. He was staying to make sure she didn’t embarrass the man or cause any more trouble than she had since the Auction. It hadn’t been because Soryu had noticed the several less than sober men whose eyes lingered on her for a little too long when she went to order herself another drink, nor had it been because her presence beside him soothed his stress-riddled body.

Soryu lifted his gaze from his companion to gaze at the pair situated in a booth by the entrance. A rather thin salaryman with comedically thick rimmed glasses and a sort of awkwardness in his actions that rivalled a nerdy schoolboy sat across from another scantily clad woman. Her fingers danced around the rim of her glass as she watched the man with vague interest. Every so often she would lean further forward allowing the salaryman a clearer view of her cleavage.

“He’s a nerd and she’s an escort” Oh commented idly, he reached for his seventh whisky of the evening, relishing briefly as the liquid seeped down his throat. Normally he would stop at four and switch to a light beer but then again, he would never have been out drinking for this long unless he was making a deal. As he placed the, now, empty glass back on the table he reminded himself that he should’ve left before Eisuke.

“Soryu that’s not how you play the game” She chuckled a little as she finished the rest of her own drink. Her fingers danced around the rim of her own glass as she hugged it against her chest. At some point she had slithered into the seat beside him, and he could smell the lavender that swam through the air around her, offsetting any other smell from the establishment.

He’d frozen. His mind replaying the same word in her voice as though trying to retain how the syllables had rolled from her tongue in that innocent tipsy tone of hers. She’d never called him by his name before. It had always been ‘Mr. Oh’ or ‘Sir’. Never Soryu as much as he had craved it. He’d have told her if it hadn’t been for his pride. If he hadn’t wanted to save himself from being teased by Baba or Ota.

“You’re supposed to say something like. She’s asking him to buy her cat.” She whistled, another sip of her drink and Soryu caught the gaze of the bartender. In a brief flick of his wrist, the Bartender nodded. “But he’s allergic to cats, so she’s offering herself with the cat but he’s just waiting for the other members of his DnD club.” Soryu couldn’t help the soft chuckle that tore through his throat. “Do that again, I like that sound.”

Her drunken words meant nothing currently, yet it didn’t stop the warmth from dusting Soryu’s cheeks. The Ice Dragon caught the way she began to rock sideways, and he was certain that the room was spinning around her; so as the bartender set down a tray of coffee, Soryu placed his arm on the back of their seat, it was a precaution to keep her on the cushioned bench. He inched closer to her – just to make sure she had something to keep her propped up. Not because he wished she would fall towards him. Or so in that moment he could hold her.

“Ok, how about he’s a police officer in disguise, and she’s a widower. They matched on a dating app whilst he was trying to get closer to a drug ring. She guessed the code correctly and he wants to arrest her, and she just wants to get her rocks off. Two crossed wires.” Soryu smirked. Stifling her laughter, she placed hand in front of her mouth. She shifted in her seat, her leg brushing against his, an innocent action that had Soryu’s muscle tensing and his mind malfunctioning. The ever-composed Ice Dragon felt pathetic – she could reduce him to dust with just a smile and they hadn’t even known each other that long, not before the man had fallen for her soothing presence.

“Better…who next….?” She sighed, her head roaming the other patrons. Soryu lifted his coffee to his lips, the liquid lingering on his tastes buds as he revelled in the bitter drink. The second it hit the back of his throat he felt the caffeine kick in, doing its best to rid him of the alcohol coursing through his system. “Him” she practically beamed pointing to the bar.

For a second, he wondered if she meant the bartender, who stood cleaning an already immaculate wine glass, but then his gaze just skimmed a man hunched over his drink. He was younger than the other patrons, his dishevelled brown hair damp from what Soryu assumed was the rain outside. A hefty sigh masked the mumbles that came from the bartender, and for a second Soryu recalled a face in his mind’s eye. Especially when he caught sight of the glasses that sat beside the man’s drink, he paired them with the off brown three piece that adorned the man’s body and it suddenly occurred to him, just who he was looking at.

“That’s Shuichi’s and Eisuke’s love child. See the bartender doesn’t like him, clearly, he has the aura to get on everyone’s nerves just from his presence alone, probably from Eisuke, but arguable from Shuichi too. Then there’s the hair, the poor eyesight, and that sigh.” Soryu announced.

The room fell silent before hysterical laughter rang out. Soryu almost jumped at the sound as it resonated in his ears. She wrapped her arms around her body as she struggled to compose herself or even breathe. A grin spread through Soryu’s features, as they ignored the quizzical looks from the other customers. Even from the love child whose scowl imitated Shuichi so well that the woman’s laughter doubled.

“I bet…” She paused, inhaling deeply, “I bet he’s sad because his dads are fighting so he left after coming all the way to Japan to see them. Maybe he went to Dubai first to look for Shuichi but when he found out that he came to Japan he followed. Poor guy. Don’t worry sir, your dads will stop fighting soon” She shouted the last of her sentence. Soryu hushed her, sending the man an apologetic smile.

“Here. Have some coffee” He uttered. The mug remained untouched, her body lifting from their shared seat. She stumbled towards the bar, hands gripping the wooden surface tight as she ordered another drink. The bartender, whose eyes flew between her and Soryu, nodded before handing her a glass of what Soryu knew would be water. The mafia boss had slipped some money to the bartender when he had delivered his coffee, a silent look passed between the two men in a wordless contract to cut her off.

Soryu had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the pair of legs now stood in front of his coffee. He lifted his gaze carefully, cautious not to linger on any places he shouldn’t. She grinned down at him, rocking on her feet to keep herself steady.

“Look Sor, I’m taller than you now” She giggled. The nickname held an effect on him that he was too ashamed to admit to. The Mafia boss stood his hand hovering in the air before he turned around.

“Get on, it’s time we left” He announced; he bent slightly at the knees whilst he waited. She took a moment to understand what he meant, her body all but jumping onto his back. She hung her arms around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. Neither of them missed the way her body shivered the second he placed his hands under her thighs, or the way his body seemed to relax further.

To any outside observers they looked like a couple, a boyfriend who had come to collect his drunk girlfriend carrying her back to their room. Especially with the way she grinned, every so often blowing on the shell of his ear. The action would have Soryu jolting slightly, his fingers squeezing her thighs in a false warning. The Ice Dragon Leader wore a softened expression, a small smile gracing his usually frowning features.

“We should tell Mr Ichinomiya and Mr Hishikura to kiss and make up so their son can have his family back. He looked so sad; I wonder what Mr Ichinomiya did.” She mumbled, her voice seemed quieter now and she slurred her words a little less. A soft rumble in Soryu’s chest alerted them both to just how entertaining the idea of waking Eisuke up to tell him his fake son was waiting for him was.

“Maybe not tonight. I don’t think Eisuke will be too impressed” Soryu laughed. The woman fell silent even as she continued to blow on Soryu’s ear or tap her fingers against Soryu’s chest. What he had failed to notice in her silence was her reaction to his laugh. He’d only chuckled earlier, and yet the soft exhale that could barely be called laughter had the maid craving for more. “Ok, I need to put you down now” He added as they stepped inside the Penthouse elevator.

She didn’t move to release him, in fact she tightened her hold on the man, her legs wrapped tighter around his waist as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. He could feel the pout she wore, especially as her lips skimmed the skin on his neck. He moved his head away from her, a small shudder running through his body as he gazed at her through his peripheral.

“The elevator card is in my pocket; I can’t reach with you on my back.” He informed her; she continued to pout, shaking her head a little. A mischievous spark in her eyes startled Soryu as he felt her press further against his back, her fingers running down her chest towards his jacket pocket. His eyes closed struggling to maintain his composure until he felt the soft prick on his check. He peeked through a crack in his eyelid to see the familiar white key card.

“Here you go” She beamed, “Now onwards Sor.”

Mentally he was scolding himself, he should’ve told her – forced her to get off him. Anyone else and he would’ve. He’d done it many times in the past, each with a different drunk woman who would remember little of Soryu’s kindness and forever wind up hating him for his harshness the next morning. He should’ve left when Baba left.

He stood there, in the middle of the penthouse longue, unsure of where to put her. He couldn’t walk up the stairs and dump her on Eisuke. Not with his ill-temper when he gets disturbed. Nor could he leave her on the couch, not with the wandering hands of both Baba and Ota. He couldn’t think, not with her head resting in the crook of his neck, her breath gliding across his skin eliciting goosebumps in its wake. He shook his head as he headed towards his own suite. She’d stay in the spare bed tonight, if Eisuke hadn’t removed it already. Soryu would leave her there and make his way to his condo for the rest of the night. By the time he reached it, he’d have just enough time to shower and go to the Ice Dragon’s headquarter.

This wasn’t her first time in his suite, and much to his dismay he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. She’d cleaned the room many times before, but this was the first time that he willingly brought her to the room. The first time he had placed her on the bed. He was a statue by the bed; watching as she hid her face with her hands. Her clothing hung dishevelled on her body, her skirt rising just high enough to have Soryu’s mind wondering. He’d imagined her many times in his bed, and he wished he could say those thoughts had remained in the dead of night at his condo, but often he found himself fantasizing during his meetings with Eisuke. The Ice Dragon Leader would catch her cleaning in her maid uniform – hardly the most scandalous outfit but enough to have his blood racing and his eyes glossing over.

“Do you need anything? Water?” He frowned at himself. He knew the answer already and with that knowledge he’d bring her some water before he left. In the morning he’d send Inui over with some pain medication and perhaps some breakfast to keep her hangover at bay. With that settled he turned to leave. Just as quickly as he had moved, he felt a significantly smaller hand pull at his. His eyes drifting to the fingers that wrapped around his wrist as he let himself be pulled down.

“Don’t go” She paused; her words sounding panicked. “Not just yet” She continued. The simple sentence attacked what little self-control Soryu had left. It’s when his head hits the pillow that the alarm bells ring. A harsh reminder of just how bad things could turn out. At that point he should’ve stopped, told her she was drunk and left immediately. He should have. Yet he remained there, his body turning to lay on his side. Neither spoke, for a while, at least not with words. Soryu’s usually calm eyes roamed every corner of her face, a silent plea. He drank her in as though this would be the last time, he’d see her. Which should Eisuke find them was a very real possibility.

“Hold on” She whispers, breath warm against his face. She reaches out to him. Two fingers gently running over the skin of his forehead as they push back a stray hair. “There much better” She adds. Her hand remained there, it pulls him closer to her and he doesn’t stop the way his body shuffles closer on the bed. He can feel her rubbing her fingers against the skin of his temple. Soryu can feel her breath on his lips, and that on its own is enough to send his heart racing, he can smell the alcohol and the heavenly scent of Lavender. A scent he would forever associate with her, with this. It’s a smell subtle enough not to irritate him. Her fingers run over his hair, and he can’t help the shiver that escapes him. Nor can he stop his eyes from closing as he revels in the sensation. She eats at his control, and he can feel it slipping. He should be scared by just how easily she made him weak, but he’s not.

“I should go,” He mutters, he doesn’t mean these words anymore, “and you should get some rest before we do anything we’ll regret”. He doesn’t move, any conviction in his body went the second her fingers fell from his hair to the nape of his neck. She doesn’t force him to move, its written in her eyes how she feels, especially when he places his hand on her thigh. His fingers rubbing slow circles into her skin.

It’s innocent. The soft caress of her lips on his. She made the first move, he’s painfully aware of that fact but he kisses back regardless. His mind savouring the way her lips move against his, its everything he imagined it to be. The innocence depleting quickly as his mind races with the countless scenarios he imagined in his early morning showers. Her lips tempt him just as much as he tempts her. His hands pulling her body flush against him. Both ignoring the burning sensation in their lungs demanding them to breathe. His hand resting on her thigh rises higher; high enough to feel the material of her underwear.

Her own hands move to his shoulders desperate to rid him of his jacket. It doesn’t take long for the material to fall to the ground in a crumpled heap. His lips travel from hers to skin of her jaw, he leaves wet kisses as he turns his attention to her neck. In turn she moves her attention to the buttons of his shirt. He can feel the air stabbing against his overheating chest and the sensation knocks his brain into gear. He’s quick to hear the alarm bells, quicker to release her neck from his torment.

In an instant they both stop, her hands caught in one of his hands whilst his other remains still on her thigh. He inhales attempting to muster some control as he pulls himself off the bed.

“I’m sorry, I can’t” his words end in a pitiful chuckle; aimed at himself. In a reckless moment he had ruined what little closeness they could have. She wasn’t his to hold, to kiss or to touch. She wasn’t his as much as he wished she was. “I better say goodnight before I change my mind” He utters. He casts one last look at her, face red and dishevelled.

The second the door closed behind him; he fell against it. He hadn’t bothered to grab his jacket, nor had he bothered to rebutton his dishevelled shirt. Soryu lifts his fingers to his lips, he can still feel her lips against his, still feel the lingering warmth on his body. He was changing his mind the second he fished for his phone in his pocket. If Inui didn’t answer he’d go back in, deal with the fallout tomorrow.

“Was it everything you’d hope it’d be?” Eisuke’s voice filled the silence. The tight-lipped syllables turned Soryu’s blood to ice. “I do hope it was worth touching what belongs to me. I can see you enjoyed it and this once I’m willing to overlook it for an old friend.” He added.

#soryu oh #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb soryu #Soryu Oh x reader #Kissed by the baddest bidder imagine #I just rolled with the idea #Sue me #but don't actually #voltage otome #kbtbb

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Shout out to @kyokokittykat for the help writing this part!

A Yandere Rantaro x Fem!Reader

"I did this for your own good, I'm doing this out of love, you've been dead without me"

His taunting words echoed in your mind as you're tied in his dorm, how did you get here? Well, it started when you were in the library, you were almost murdered, a metal steel ball rolled on the books and almost got you in the head and would've killed you if Rantaro had not pulled you back. The steel ball hit the harsh ground with a loud thud as he held you close to him, your back is against his now breathing heavily chest, he seemed greatly disturbed and honestly, you're not far from the same thought. Whos trap is this?! 

You looked at Rantaro as he sighed placing a hand on your head messing your hair up "I'm glad I came when I did, you could've been the next victim" He gave you a sweet smile but..how did he know you were there? He had indeed been a bit...stalkerish and creepy before but at least it did pay off to have him as a stalker, he did save your life. 

But something changed since that day, he's been more clingy and more..persistent in hanging out with you and being with you, you also been hearing strange noises outside your dorm window only to find someone staring at you, but before you could see who it was they left, only yo be assumed Rantaro. It's getting a bit excessive and more creepy than you would allow. You need to speak to him and luckily it seemed he wanted to speak to you too, that did worry you, he seemed serious, and knowing him it may not end too well but he did save you, he wouldn't just turn around and hurt you..right? 

Its almost night time when you was supposed to meet Rantaro b[out back behind the school but Kokichi stopped you 

"Heeeyyyyy Y/N! Why are you out so late? That seems kinda suspicious dontcha think~?" He chimed smirking, you sighed annoyed, you didn't want to be late.

"Nothing Kokichi but better yet what are you doing out here?" you asked, he laughed

"I heard Shuichi and Kaito train outside so I wanted to go bother them when they show up! "he grabbed your hand as you tugged back to get lose, now 15 minutes late to your meeting.

"Kokichi now is not the time-"you were cut off when he held you close

 "I know you're meeting that creepy avocado man, he walked by earlier and gave me the creepiest glare! But..It would be a shame if you were taken right out from under his nose! You see I like you and I'm sure we can make this killing game much more interesting together~!" He laughed but then a rather tall shadow appeared behind him 

"It would be a shame wouldn't it be? Too bad they're taken by me"His voice..it was dark, cold and laced with poison, he was not happy, it was Rantaro, he must've gotten worried when you didn't show up and went to look for you only to find you in Kokichis arms, how unfortunate for poor Kokichi Oma.

Kokichi jumped back letting go

 "Oh, it's just you, god you're such a creepy-ass arent you!" He teased the already pissed man who grabbed you pulling you to him. 

"This is your only and final warning Oma, leave Y/N alone and you won't be the reason ill become the blackened got it?" he threatened the other, at first Kokichi laughed but then his smile changed when he noticed how serious the man was 

"Oh well, it's not like I really liked them! It was a lie! Anyways ill go find Shihara-Kun to bother!" he said quickly making his escape.  Rantaro sighed annoyed but then smiled kindly "Now that the pest is gone let's go to my room, we will have our little talk there so there can't be any more interruptions"He seemed so kind yet scary at the same time. You should've rejected, should've said no but instead, you nodded and followed him. 

Once in his room he closed and locked his door, the room was pretty clean and neat, did he even sleep in here? It didn't seem like it, he turned to you and smiled.

"What did you need to speak about Y/N-san(Kun/chan)?" he asked as the question threw you off, you expected him to talk about why he wanted to speak to you. You shallowed thickly as you gathered the courage to tell him.

"Rantaro...You've been a bit..clingy, its been creeping me and the others out, I mean I feel someone is watching me at night and I wouldn't be surprised if it was you!"That came out harsher than you expected but he needed to know that he should back off some. 

His kind smile faded as he gave you a similar look as he adorned when looking at others, it sent shivers down your spine, he walked over as he placed his hands in his pockets 

"Y/N..oh Y/N, you don't understand, you're so nieve it's almost sickening~" His voice was much different, his look as if he's mad but his voice, it was more..as if he's entertained? 

He pulled some rope from his pocket, it wasn't very long but it will do. He was shift as he grabbed you and managed to tie your hands before you could react, but once your hands were bound behind your back he smirked.

"Oh Y/N, with your hands tied you look so vulnerable...so delicious," He said as you struggled in the restraints

"R-Rantaro, please! I didn't mean anything bad by what I said-" He cut you off placing  a finger on your mouth "shh, it's not what you said, well..it did aggravate me but I originally planned this already, you just fueled the already growing fire within me~"

"w-what..? Rantaro! Let me go-!"

"I did the for your own good" he started 

"h-huh?"

"I did this out of love, you would've been dead without me"

Your eyes widened as he climbed onto you

"Now you'll be repaying me for what I did with your body~"

He said as he kissed you roughly, you tried to fight back by biting his tongue as he growled "you..you bitch! Cant, you be grateful?!"That seemed to tick him off further as he had a type of survival knife! Where did he get that?? 

he was quick and swift at cutting at your clothing "h-how do you-"

"Don't you know? I'm the Ultimate Survivor, you're in for a treat dear Y/N~"That's his Ultimate? Before you could have the time to think he attacked your neck leaving hickeys as his slender hands explored your now exposed body, you shuttered as his hands were cold but his rings were colder, it didn't help the crystal necklace he wore now dragged along your stomach with every movement he made, so gracefully as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. 

He soon moved down your collar bone leaving more marks as he slipped two fingers into you, it took you by surprise as you yelped and moaned out but quickly biting your lip to prevent any more moans from slipping out. He chuckled moving them at a steady pace

"Already soaked for me Y/N~? Such a naughty girl~" He smirked 

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not a man who patient so this is all the warming up you'll be getting"

"W-what do you mea-Ah~!" He had trusted his hips into your own colliding as he stretched you out, he seemed to take note that you weren't a virgin "who?" he asked, you stayed quiet, not wanting to answer, and looked away. He pulled your face to him 

"Who?" he asked again as one sharp thrust got you in a moaning mess "K-Kaito!"It was true, you two had a one-night stand, I mean what did you expect when putting a bunch of hormonal teenagers together with little to no supervision? 

Either way he was not happy as his movements became rougher and harsher

"Ill be sure to pay that man a visit later"He said annoyed but the pleasure brought him back from his anger, his face melting from an annoyed look to a more pleased face. 

He held onto you as his hips rocked into your own roughly as you couldn't even keep in the moans, you was lost in the pleasure as you noticed his thrusts became more sloppy, you also felt a familiar knot building in your abdomen as you tried to speak "R-Rantaro I-Im-"

"I know I'm going to as well-"He groans in your neck as he released, but the problem was you don't remember him putting anything on. 

"Oh i see you noticed, you're mine and mine only, ill make sure they know~"

That's a lot of words! My longest yet! 1572 words! 

#yandere #rantaro amami

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Hi! Uhm,,if its not too much trouble could you maybe write some hc of a male!reader walking in on Makoto, Nagito, Shuichi, and Rantaro jacking off and moaning their name? Your writing is so good i love it :D

You can find Makoto and Nagito here! That post doesn’t explicitly say reader’s gender (a lot of my posts don’t honestly), so it should be okay, but if you’re unsatisfied with it just hop in requests once they’re open and I’ll write another one! N*SW// UNDER THE CUT

Shuichi Saihara

-He’s a little embarrassed and nervous at first, what if you found out? Or worse, someone walked in on him?! The more he strokes himself the more those worries move out of his head, though. Tipping his head back, he instead imagines you, your hand wrapping around him... teasing him as he gets close...

-“A-ah, Y/N!” he’s cut off by someone gasping in the doorway, making his eyes fly open. That gasp sounded suspiciously like... Oh. Oh no. It is you. And now he’s frantically trying to cover himself and stuttering out an apology

-His eyes are avoiding yours at all costs, shamefully looking at the ground until he sees your feet come into view. Looking up, he sees you smiling down at him, face a little flushed

-You insist that it’s okay, it’s actually... really hot. He sputters in surprise and embarrassment as you slyly offer to help him. “Are... are you sure?” you nod gently grabbing the pillow he’s using to cover himself

-You pull it aside, settling beside him as you just barely run your fingers against his cock. Feeling it twitch, and earning a gasp from Shuichi, you wrap your fingers around it fully

-He tries to hold back from immediately bucking into your hand, almost too overwhelmed by the fact that you’re actually pumping him and not his imagination

-You lean in to kiss his neck, murmuring reassurances that it’s okay for him to let go around you. You want to make him feel good. With that phrase he moans and unashamedly grinds into your hand, letting his mouth drop open as he feels a spike in pleasure

-You press more kisses onto his neck as he chases your hand, feeling himself slip further and further as he near his orgasm. He comes with a stuttered groan, hips thrusting into your hand as he listens to your adoring praises 

Rantaro Amami

-Holding his hand over his mouth, he’s slowly stroking himself while imagining you. You wrapping your fingers around him, praising him, gently kissing his neck- “Y/N...”

-When he hears you call his name surprisedly, his eyes snap to your figure in the doorway. His face feels like it’s on fire, trying to brush it off by laughing and “passively” covering himself with his blanket

-He guiltily starts to apologize, rubbing the back of his head embarrassedly and assuring you that you can just leave and pretend this never happened, and he’ll do the same

-When you smile at him and shake your head, his tilts at you confusedly, eyes flicking over your form as you walk closer to him. Your face is flushed, telling him that you don’t mind him doing, uh, that... and if he wants, you could help...?

-He tries to reassure you to not feel pressured to, it’s really no problem for him, he doesn’t want you to feel forced in any way! But you insist that you don’t mind and, well, you kind of really want to... and how could he refuse that?

-Moving the blanket, his face heats up further as you sit beside him and slide your fingers around his cock, slowly beginning to pump him. He gasps softly, leaning forward to lean his forehead against your shoulder

-You place a kiss to the side of his head, continuing to pump him as he slowly ruts into you to meet your hand. He’s panting when you gently pull his head up to meet yours, connecting your lips and swallowing his quiet moans

-You steadily build him up to his orgasm, whispering praises against his lips as he groans. He cums with a low moan, letting his hips grind into your hand one final time before he settles down

#shuichi saihara x reader #rantaro amami x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #n*sw// #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #danganronpa #Anonymous

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Pain

Warning: Spoilers for DRV3, Angst, Violence

Hi my lovelies. Yes, I know I've been gone for a long time, and I've actually wanted to come back for a while, but everytime I tried to write I just got nothing but major major writer's block because that second semester of school was just not it at alllllllllll...

BUT THEN

I was rewatching the 4th trial of DRV3 today and every single time it makes me want to cry... and as I went to work this idea popped up in my head and literally the whole time I was just thinking of it so I knew it was a sign to make a comeback. This wasn't one of my requests, and I don't know how long or short this will be, so all of this writing will be from the heart.

So without further ado...

"Gonta.. idiot!"

The tears wouldn't stop falling down your face. The world around you seemed to spin in circles, and you weren't talking about the trial grounds. You felt as if you wanted to puke, as if you wanted to scream and throw something at that maniacal demon bear who was sitting on his throne-like chair... but all you could do was try not to cry. You had to be strong. You had to... for him. It couldn't be anybody else, no matter how hard you, or Shuichi, or anyone else in the room tried to make a different reality. For once, you hoped, and you prayed to whoever you believed in, that Monokuma would say that everyone guessed incorrectly-- even if it meant sacrificing yourself. In fact, you still voted for Kokichi, knowing full well who it was.

Some brotherly love, huh?

You could feel a physical pain in your chest as Monokuma announced that the majority had guessed correctly. It was like you could feel what was left of your heart fracturing into pieces, slowly sinking into your stomach. But why? Why would Gonta, the man who you grew to love, the one who kept you safe in this hellish killing game, the person who you were sure you would survive with-- why would he kill Miu Iruma, the self-proclaimed "gorgeous girl genius"? As you thought about it, there could only be one explanation.

"Kokichi Oma. What. Did. You. Do."

"Wow, the class trial is over and you people are still blam-" You cut him off by raising your voice.

"What. The hell. Did. You. Do."

"Y/N... please no yell at Kokichi... yell at Gonta."

"No, Gonta! No!" You could barely talk through your sobs as you turned around to face your boyfriend, though you could barely look him the eyes. Not only because he had killed a friend, but also for the fact that you knew in just a few minutes, he would be...

You couldn't even bring yourself to think of it, instead focusing all your anger and sadness on your brother.

You pointed a finger in his chest, and he gasped, never recalling seeing you like this.

"I'll ask you one more time. What the hell did you do? Why would you do this/ I know you had something to do with this whole thing. Answer me NOW-"

"I think I might have a solution!" Monokuma butted in your conversation. You watched as he built Gonta's Alter Ego, mesmerized. Apparently, it kept Gonta's memory from the virtual world. You and everyone else watched intently as the Alter Ego, as well as Kokichi, explained the story.

After that was over, you swallowed the lump in your throat. You knew there had to be a reason. All he wanted to do was help, and it all failed. Your poor, poor gentle giant of a boyfriend...

You hugged him tightly, sobbing as he held you close. He held onto you as well, barely able to make out any words.

"Gonta... Gonta love Y/N with all his heart..." he choked out, pulling you in tighter.

"I love you too Gonta... so, so, soooo much." The pain in your chest burned like a hundred suns.

Everyone went in for a group hug, and of course your brother decided to open his mouth once more.

"If you're gonna execute Gonta, you have to do it to me too! Please!"

That did it for you. All your sadness was very wuickly transformed into rage.

"Enough with your fake sadness bullshit, Kichi! I'be had enough! This is all your fault, you selfish little brat! I hate you, I never want to see your face again!" You breathing got heavy and your throat was sore as you screamed into his face, jabbing a finger in his tiny chest. He seemed unfazed by your words, until you uttered one last line.

"I hope you die next."

He stared blankly for a second, but his expression darkened. Not saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the courtroom, not even bothering to wipe the tears that clouded his vision.

"Is... Y/N going to be okay without Gonta?"

"I'll be strong for both of us." You mumbled, turning to face him one last time. The two of you compared hand sizes and smiled sadly at the other. You saw the chain wrap around Gonta's neck, and looked at Monokuma.

"Enough of the sappy mess! It's PUNISHMENT TIME!"

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #imagine #gonta gokuhara #kokichi oma #gonta x reader

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Number 7 on the fluff/angst page with Saiouma maybe?

Believe it or not, you’re the first person to request Kokichi in any sense: congrats

This one is a Non-Despair Hope’s Peak AU: enjoy!

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“You’re a terrible liar.”

Well, he of all people would know. Kokichi had previously confided in Shuichi that his lying is actually a problem, like psychologically. But Shuichi was trying to avoid the subject.

“Wh-what? What do you mean?”

“I meant what I said. You’re a terrible liar,” he couldn’t stop grinning, and it drove Shuichi insane, “You know EXACTLY why you do this, don’t you?”

“Really: I just feel bad that you have lunch by yourself every day,” Shuichi insisted, avoiding eye contact

“Really,” Kokichi was smug. Smug and confident, “you really are a terrible liar.”

Every so often Shuichi goes out of his way to eat lunch with Kokichi. Shuichi had friends to have lunch with, sure. They always asked him “why do you spend time with him?”, some less kindly than others, but he could never tell his friends the real reason.

It was always “I just feel bad for him,” which was only a half-truth

Kokichi nonchalantly dipped his fork into his food and made eye contact with Shuichi, asking a question he never expected to hear. “Do you think I’m cute, Shuichi?”

Shuichi practically choked on his water, “Wh-what?” Where did this come from?

“It’s a simple yes or no question,” Kokichi replied, “I’ve been honest with you, so...”

He has? Shuichi’s been spending lunch with Kokichi at least once a week for the past few months... and he knows the answer is ‘yes’. He can’t decipher this guy, no matter how hard he tries. Kokichi’s smug smile and messy hair occupies so much space in his mind, especially when Shuichi tries to figure him out.

“You can’t just ask someone that—“

“The more you deflect, the more obvious your answer is,” he said through his pompous smile

Shuichi was too flustered and caught off guard to reply, so Kokichi filled the silence instead, “If it helps... I do.”

“You what?”

“I think you’re cute,” did he really just say that? And with such convinction? “And I like that you’re nice to me. And that’s not a lie.”

Shuichi tried his best to study Kokichi as he spoke. Is he really telling the truth? Because if so—

“Oh you like me, don’t you? It’s written on your face.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened. Is he psychic? He’d been trying to hide, even surpress his feelings for so long; how were they suddenly obvious?

Shuichi dropped his face into his palms, feeling like he couldn’t look at Kokichi anymore. He couldn’t look at that stupid grin and his deceptively soft eyes. As he settled in with a muffled groan, he finally understood how Kokichi read him so well. He was blushing.

“A-are you trying to ask me out?” Shuichi asked through his hands, almost dreading the question

“Are YOU?” Kokichi shot back

Shuichi could feel how close Kokichi had leaned in. He peeked his eyes through his fingers, and saw Kokichi batting his eyes in front of him, leaning across the cafeteria table

“What if the answer is ‘yes’?” Shuichi asked, still not having moved his hands

Kokichi pushed Shuichi’s hands away from his face before he said “Well I already told you how I feel already, dummy.”

Shuichi’s heart quickened its beat feeling Kokichi touch him, but he needed absolute clarity, “You gotta let me know you aren’t lying.”

“Oh, that’s easy!”

And in the blink of an eye, Kokichi leaned in even closer and quickly pecked Shuichi on the lips

Shuichi felt the heat return to his face. This was a lot to process in one lunch period. Kokichi giggled seeing Shuichi so flustered.“Could you pick me up tomorrow night? I’ll surprise you—“

They were cut off by the school bell. Kokichi picked up his lunch tray and started off, “Don’t stand me up, alright?”

And Shuichi was left alone at the table as other students cleaned up. He suddenly had a date this weekend, and wasn’t sure how to mentally prepare.

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