Danganronpa

Chapters: 2/26 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Crooked Villains - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Original Character, Yagi Toshinori | All Might & Original Character, Sensei | All For One & Original Character(s), Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Original Character(s), Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Original Characters, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sensei | All For One, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Yoarashi Inasa, Minor Characters, Kohiro Hazane, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Crooked Villains, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Polyamory, LGBTQ Themes, Canon Characters are Queer, Internalized Queerphobia, Discussion of Gender as Relationship Development, Heavy manga spoilers, Kohiro Hazane is a Little Shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Takes Place Just Before the Hero Killer Arc, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Gore, Major Character Injury, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Gender Dysphoria, Non-Explicit Sex, Heavy in Headcanons, Aromantic Midoriya Izuku Series: Part 1 of Crooked Villains Summary:

"Your task is simple. Really. Just hard enough that I know you can do it versus someone off the street. Only I am better than you, dearie," Master's throat bobbed as he swallowed. He inhaled and continued, "Keep an eye on these kids. Any information about quirks and their weaknesses. And… you might've seen the document on All Might."

"Yeah. There were rumors he was going to be a teacher at U.A. this upcoming year."

"One for All…" He grimaced. His fingers tightened against her jaw. "If you get the chance, kill All Might."

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Kohiro Hazane learned the hard way that she was neck-deep in shit and couldn't swim.

There was no turning back for her. Whether she liked it or not, that decision had been made for her when Japan's most wanted villain took her under his wing and raised her to be his perfect successor. She was a villain, and villains didn't get second chances.

Until Kohiro is tasked to infiltrate U.A. Hero Academy.

And Kohiro learns the hard way that second chances are few, but a little bit of love can be just the second chance she needs.

soulmate au | nagito x reader (wip)

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summary: in a world where every nickname, adjective, and description used for your soulmate is inked onto your skin, you haven’t had a single kind word written on you in years.

content: derogatory language, self esteem issues, implied bullying/abuse

wordcount: 1.5k

notes: eyyyy technically my tumblr writing debut? not that it’s a very grand one. this is a very old wip that i thought i may as well get out there. enjoy??? maybe???

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The first nickname appears when you’re five years old.

It’s a graceful, scrawling cursive printed just above your heart. Ribbons of ink curled over your skin as if you’d taken a pen and scribbled across your chest.

You can’t read it, of course. Can only trace the lettering with clumsy fingers and wide eyes, warmth tingling beneath your fingertips as if an electric current thrummed beneath your skin. And in the most simple of ways you know this is yours.

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Saiouma for the soul once again

Extra Q&A with Mastermind!Korekiyo Shinguji | Favorite Trial🕯️🌹 I answered and illustrated these questions for the Danganronpa Mastermind AU Q&A 'Killing Harmony' PDF, which was part of the 'I AM the Mastermind' zine package @mastermind-zine Main Illustration & Design 🕯️🌹

guy who has never seen a girl: hey why is this table so tall and hot

guy afraid of horses: HAY?????

Daddy Kink ⋆ Aizawa Shota

𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 '𝟐𝟑 ⋆ Day Three.

Warnings ⚠️: Daddy Kink, Sub Bottom Male Reader, Dom Top Aizawa, Age-Gap (20/31), Semi public sex, Blowjob, No condom used, 18+ MDNI

Words used: cock, dick, hole, sweetheart, baby, slut, daddy, good boy

Fem Aligned DNI.

(Y/N) has been Aizawa's helping hand these past few months in teaching, when Aizawa was still severely injured. Now that the black haired male healed (Y/N) should've left, but Aizawa decided to keep him because it made teaching easier.

Class had just ended and all the students left, the only ones still in the room were (Y/N) and Aizawa. (Y/N) wore quite the revealing outfit, not really fit for teaching, so Aizawa decided to point it out.

"Your outfit is quite revealing." He said in his usual monotone voice, he checked (Y/N) out before quickly looking back down at the papers in his hand.

"I know, I didn't do the laundry and that was the only thing left. Sorry." (Y/N) explained softly, he was organising some papers.

"Don't let it happen again." Aizawa replied. (Y/N) only nodded in embarrassment, handing the organised papers to the black haired pro-hero. One of the papers fell and (Y/N) picked it up, when he bend over some of his ass cheek was revealed.

Aizawa stared with wide eyes, not understanding why he didn't notice sooner that his assistant is so attractive.

(Y/N) got up and handed the paper to Aizawa, who was trying to regain his composure. "Everything okay?" (Y/N) asked.

"You're shorts a very short." Aizawa only spoke in reply, then (Y/N)'s face got hot.

"O, oh.. I didn't notice.." (Y/N) tried to fix his shorts. "I guess I shouldn't bend over in these shorts, then." (Y/N) looked at Aizawa.

Aizawa chuckled in disbelief about what he was gonna say next, "Or maybe you should more often." (Y/N) perked up when he heard the older man say that.

"What?" (Y/N) asked unsure. "You heard me, pretty thing." Aizawa muttered as he stared (Y/N) into his eyes, the taller male took a step closer to (Y/N).

(Y/N)'s breath got stuck in his throat, his face turned hot as he didn't understand what was happening.

Aizawa picked up a pencil from the table and threw it on the floor, "pick it up." He whispered in a husky tone.

(Y/N) gulped and slowly bend over to pick it up, revealing, again, his ass cheeks to the older man. Though the one thing that is different now is that he felt Aizawa's strong hands on them.

(Y/N) was shocked, not because of the inappropriate gesture but because he felt attracted to it. He was turned on.

Aizawa began to knead (Y/N)'s butt like dough. "You've got a nice ass, maybe that's why you show it around?" Aizawa teased.

"N, no! I just forgot to do my-" (Y/N) started before getting interrupted.

"Yeah, yeah. You forgot to do your laundry." Aizawa mocked in a sarcastic tone. "You probably did it on purpose. Or you did it so an older man could take advantage of you, no?" Aizawa pressed his boner against (Y/N)'s round butt.

"Ah.. no.." (Y/N) mumbled as he pushed his ass back, loving the feeling of the fat cock pressing against it. (Y/N) felt himself tighten in his shorts.

"You like letting an older man take care of you?" (Y/N) only nodded in reply, ashamed of his answer.

(Y/N)'s legs started to feel uncomfortable as he was still bend over, "Aizawa.." (Y/N) murmured. The 20 year old couldn't keep himself up and fell on his knees, looking back with doe eyes to Aizawa.

"Turn around." The black haired male said. (Y/N) immediately did as told, now looking up at the man. Then (Y/N)'s eyes got stuck on the bulge in Aizawa's pants, (Y/N) licked his lips lewdly.

"You wanna taste it, huh?" Aizawa smirked. (Y/N) nodded like a sweet puppy. "Help yourself, sweetheart." Aizawa teased.

(Y/N)'s hands immediately fumbled with Aizawa's belt, he took it off and opened his jeans. Pulling them down with Aizawa's boxers, only so far that the fat cock could spring out.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the size. Then Aizawa took it in his hand and slapped in softly against (Y/N)'s soft cheek. "Go on, open your mouth, baby."

(Y/N) opened his mouth and let his wet tongue fall out, Aizawa stuck his thumb in (Y/N)'s mouth and opened his mouth a bit more.

Then he guided his red tip to (Y/N)'s tongue, moving his hips so the fat cock could rub against the tongue.

Then all of a sudden he thrusted in, (Y/N) gagged violently and tears pricked at his eyes. "You look like a slut." Aizawa groaned out as he thrusted softly into the mouth.

(Y/N) only gurgled something incoherent. Aizawa pulled out and laid the cock on (Y/N)'s face, it was the same length.

"What was that slut?"

(Y/N) only smiled lewdly as he licked the huge dick on his face, he took it into his hand and jerked it slowly before he took it into his mouth again.

His plump lips looked gorgeous around the fat cock, he bobbed his head softly as he gagged softly. He wasn't used to such a size. Aizawa's hand went to the back of (Y/N)'s head and then he pushed (Y/N)'s head completely onto his dick.

(Y/N) gagged, he breathed in through his nose, he smelled the musky scent from the older man. (Y/N) moaned and whimpered as his mouth was used for Aizawa's own pleasure.

"Oh fuck.. such a good little boy." Aizawa groaned out as he continued abusing (Y/N)'s mouth. (Y/N) held onto Aizawa's thighs to steady himself.

(Y/N)'s dick started hurting and begging for release. Drool was falling down at the sides of (Y/N)'s mouth, falling onto his tight shirt.

Aizawa pulled out, a string of saliva connecting to (Y/N)'s mouth and Aizawa's cock. (Y/N) was breathing heavily.

Then Aizawa roughly pushed (Y/N) onto the floor, ass up. (Y/N) moaned as Aizawa pulled his pants off and underwear, letting his dick spring out and hang between his thighs.

(Y/N) shuddered as Aizawa put two fingers onto his tight hole as he rubbed it softly, he spit onto the hole for lubricant and then pushed one finger in.

"hng.. oh.. yes.." (Y/N) moaned out, "Such a tight hole for daddy.." Aizawa said and (Y/N) nodded like a bitch in heat.

"Oh do you like that?" Aizawa pushed another finger in, now (Y/N) felt the sting as he was getting worked open. "Yes.." (Y/N) hissed out lowly in reply.

(Y/N)'s hand went to his hard and leaking dick, stroking it softly. Aizawa slapped his hand away, "Not yet, baby." A harsh slap was sent to (Y/N)'s right ass cheek.

"I'm sorry.." (Y/N) whined out. "What was that?" Aizawa acted like he didn't understand (Y/N). Then he pulled his fingers out and harshly forced his wet cock into (Y/N)'s hole.

"I'm sorry, daddy!" (Y/N) yelled out in pain but it quickly vanished and turned into pleasure when Aizawa started thrusting.

Aizawa took (Y/N) by his throat as he pushed (Y/N)'s back against his chest. Then he quickly put his hand over (Y/N)'s mouth, "Shut up, you slut." (Y/N) moaned at Aizawa's degrading words.

(Y/N) muffled into Aizawa's hand, he let go of (Y/N)'s mouth as he pushed (Y/N) back onto the floor, holding his head down as he fucked into the wet hole.

When he hit (Y/N)'s prostate the younger one jolted forward, "t-that spot, daddy! Please.. more.." (Y/N) whined out. His hands shaking as he tried to hold onto a leg of a table.

Aizawa chuckled and pulled out, slapping his wet cock against (Y/N)'s ass cheeks.

"Noo.. why did you pull out.." (Y/N) whined softly, he wiggled his ass.

Aizawa chuckled as he hit (Y/N)'s ass harshly, (Y/N) moaned out in pain. "Put it back in.."

"What if daddy doesn't want to, huh?" Aizawa teased as he rubbed his cock between (Y/N)'s ass cheeks.

"Ugnhh.. please daddy.. please, please, please, mhh.. fuck me.." (Y/N) begged sweetly, making Aizawa chuckle.

"Gotta take more than that, baby." Aizawa muttered as he pushed the tip of his dick in but quickly slipped out to tease the younger.

"Daddy, fuck me. I need your cock so bad, I wanna cum daddy.." (Y/N) whined out as he pushed his hips back, wanting to feel the fat cock again.

Aizawa pushed against the now slightly loose hole, "Good little boy.. so good." Then he pushed in, in one go. Going back to thrusting harshly into the wet hole, enjoying the moans and whimpers that were coming from the younger.

"Daddy.. oh god.. daddy.. so good.." (Y/N) moaned as he was used like a flesh light. Aizawa grabbed the hips so harshly, he was sure it was gonna leave bruises.

Pushing (Y/N) more to the floor so he could fit his fat cock deeper into the whining mess, when he finally hit (Y/N)'s sweet spot again the younger cried out loudly. His cock already dripping with pre-cum, but he was still not allowed to touch it.

"Yes.. oh daddy.. hngg.." (Y/N) whined, the knot in his stomach getting tighter. "Wow baby.. you feel heavenly, I might as well keep you as my personal fuck toy. You would like that." (Y/N) only nodded pathetically as he was starting to form words, all were just stupid babbling.

"Daddy.. daddy mhhm.. so.. so good.." Aizawa felt himself get closer, he twitched inside (Y/N) as he fucked deeper into the wet hole.

Tears started to slip from (Y/N)'s eyes in pleasure, the snot running from his nose wasn't helping at all.

Aizawa flipped him over as he grabbed his thighs and positioned them so that they were laying on (Y/N)'s chest and his knees at his face, "Daddy.." (Y/N) could only whine out.

(Y/N)'s hole was gaping and asking for the fat cock, Aizawa thrusted in again, making sure that (Y/N) feels every inch.

"Your hole is sucking me in, doesn't ever wanna let me go.." Aizawa groaned, he started jerking off (Y/N)'s dick. Pre-cum dripping with no end, as he synced his strokes with his thrusts.

"Gonna.. cum.. daddy cumming.." (Y/N) whined when the white, sticky cum shot out of his dick. It covered his whole stomach in white.

"Ah daddy, I can't.." His legs shook as he started to feel overstimualted.

Aizawa groaned as he shot his own load into his assistant, some soft thrust to ride out his high as both breathed heavily.

Aizawa pulled out and watched the cum drip out. "Good boy.. such a good boy for daddy."

(Y/N)'s legs still shook as the black haired man started to clean them both up.

After they both were clean and dressed they sat onto the tables in the classroom. (Y/N) looked onto the floor in embarrassment.

"So, how is the relationship to your dad?" Aizawa asked in a joking manner.

"Shut up." (Y/N)'s face got hot again.

"I'm assuming not good." Aizawa chuckled.

Arcade’s only sin is the sin of being born and I don’t think anyone can get it right when they write him.

Can you imagine the hatred? The disgust? Do you think that when he passes by mirrors and catches his own reflection he thinks “Innocent people died so I could be born” or “I am named after an idea of paradise that would cause the slaughter of thousands”? Does he feel guilt, this man who had to privilege of not having to go hungry, of being able to grow and tower over regular wastelanders? Does he consider the fact he was born of years of love and hate? That he was bred to be a fervent nationalist? Does he miss Navarro and then realize with disgust that had it not been destroyed he would’ve become the very thing he fights tooth and nail against?

And he simplifies it. He dumbs it down in his head and tries to save himself the sheer horror that the people he misses so dearly, his father, his mother, would’ve probably wanted him to mercilessly kill the very people he treats. He says to the courier “They did bad things. Kidnapped people, terrorized settlements.” But is that really it? No. But the thought that his parents named him, this tall man who used to be a child (that, had fate not changed, would’ve grown to be a soldier or a scientist hellbent on “purifying the wasteland”), after a paradise that would’ve brought about the destruction of thousands of good people must be a bone-chilling notion.

People don’t write him with the guilt of knowing what he was born to do. And they don’t write him with the pride of knowing that he defied it and works to better the wasteland all around him, to fix his nation’s mistakes.

Swansong

i heard you take nsfw requests, can you do hagakure x a ftm reader whos very self concious abt his body during their first time?

Hagakure Yasuhiro x FTM S/O (NSFW)

Ofc!! Yikes this might SUCK but I hope you likey likey

I ALSO MADE IT HC-ISH BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT BEING FTM TO WRITE A STRING OF WORDS ABOUT IT 

-Mod Souda

He’s not one to admire your body when you’re getting dressed, because the thought of it making you uncomfortable makes him uncomfortable too.

He is a touchy person, though. He’ll kiss your shoulders whenever you’re just around or touch his long fingers to your stomach.

When it came to actually having sex, it’s a lot different. 

His kisses get rougher, and as he bites his lips, he trails his hands up your pajama shirt.

“Wait.” You interrupt.

He blinks, waiting for you to elaborate while slowly moving his hands back down. When you don’t continue, however, he leans in. “We can keep your shirt on if you want.” The word please slips from your mouth before you can even stop it. He grins with contentment.

There’s a beating in your chest that’s even more aggressive than before. Right, you console yourself, normal people won’t force you to do things.

His kisses get the sloppier the longer they go on. Absolutely breathtaking, he thinks you are. There’s no way he can, with your underneath him, not express his intense desire for you.

There’s also a buzz of curiosity that spreads throughout you. It’s a heat that pools at the bottom of your stomach, somewhere you’ve never experienced such an sweet anxiousness before.

Your fingers trace up and down his muscles, to his thick arms, and then his fingers, which you kiss individually while making eye contact with him.

You read this in a book once. Is this how you do it?

Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are. Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are.

“Are you nervous?” He asks in a soft growl. Damn. While speaking, he takes both of his hands and places them on the bands of your pants. 

“Are you not?”

The words linger in the air for a second. He doesn’t stop his movements, though, and lets you bask in the tension.

“Not exactly. What is there to be nervous about?”

Everything. Your fists clench at his words. Unbelievable. 

“Just,” you put your hand over your underwear, blocking his view, “Just don’t look, okay?”

A small smile forms on his lips. “I won’t look. But I’ll have to feel, okay?”

With a bit of playfulness in your voice, you respond. “You have to?”

In your head thumps all of the ideas you have for ways to avoid him looking. Even the thought of it is horrific. You take matters into your own hands then, and as he busies himself with taking off his own pants and underwear, you take off your boxers (if you wear briefs then why).

He keeps his eyes on yours. “Briefly. If you want me to put it in, yes.”

The sharp smile he sends you makes you giggle, for a second, until he leans in and kisses you silent.

You can feel your heartbeat getting louder the closer he gets to in between your legs. His fingers trail up and down your legs, and even though his head tilts down, his eyes remained locked on your expression.

It’s all so hot. So hot.

“You can... put it in.” You say with a flush to your face.

Your head falls as the feeling of being filled overpowers any other possible things you could have felt. It is like you can just fell into the bed and float for eternity. Heat even rises up into your spine and vibrates against your gut.

With your breathing now loud enough to fill the room, you let your eyelids fall shut as your head rolls against the pillow. 

He practically starts massaging your insides while he moves back and forth, your heart beat creating a pulse that grabs onto him with a quick rhythm.

Your hands grasp onto your shirt, squeezing it tightly to release some of the pressure trying not to moan is giving you. It all just makes you spread your legs wider for more access. Go deeper, you want to scream.

And with his lips coming down to your neck, he lets himself utter only a few words. “Good boy.”

Pleasure drips against your skin like hot wax, heating up the parts in your body that matter. The parts that usually make you uneasy to think about.

You focused in on the spark that light in your stomach. Concentrate, you remind yourself. It feels to good to let drift away.

You can’t even stop yourself from opening your mouth and letting out a lewd noise.

His ears are captivated by the sounds of your moans. Nothing matters more to him in that moment. Even when when his thigh muscles start to spasm, and the build-up gets a little uncontrollable, he tries to hold on for you.

He clenches onto the headboard above your head, flexing his bicep and bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth. 

And, to throw you off the edge, he places the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in clock-like motions.

All you can feel is both of the sensations - the pulsing of your pearl and the bucking of his hips. Your fists clench around his forearms as a new wave of pleasure swarms over you. It makes you tense, holding on to every new feeling like you’ll never get it again.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breathe until you are practically gasping for air. 

“I’m-” you speak late, the feeling of his lips on yours interrupting your words. He buries his tongue into your mouth while his hips become uneven in their movement, happy that he could at least last a little longer than you. 

A deep groan leaves his lips.

bada baboom that’s all I will do

because i’m a tiny bit scared of writing this inaccurately teehee

Saiouma Week 2023 - Mastermind/Bandages

Mastermind Shuichi and how it'd reflect off Kokichi always fascinated me, so this prompt was PERFECT for me. So much angst material, so many what-ifs, so many thoughts

Originally this was like 4 pages instead of 2, with some inner dialogue from Kokichi and some taunting from Shuichi but I didn't really have enough dialogue ideas or visuals to justify that and honestly just these two pages killed me (especially the second one AGHH), this was actually the first thing I started on for Saiouma week and took me ages so I had to get drawing the others

A struggle was also drawing Kokichi, he doesn't typically let things on through his facial expressions and acts nonchalant but comics are a visual medium, so. I didn't want to have him OOC but I kinda had to and just own it