#celeste ludenberg x reader

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Could I please have some Celeste x trans-masc reader please? ^^ I'm starving for some fluff Celeste content-

☁️Celeste Ludenberg x Trans-Masc Reader🌧️

⚠️Mentions of transphobia!⚠️

The two of you met when Celeste was in middle school, well, not Celeste actually. You met Taeko Yasuhiro.

You were a new transfer student, something that only happened because of the harassment you got from your old school for being trans, and the teacher had placed you next to her.

You both weren't exactly quick to become friends, Taeko wasn't a person who really stood out to you and Taeko wanted little part in her peer's lives anyway. For a good few months, it remained like this, you both did eventually become acquaintances where you'd at the very least say hi to each other in the morning and ask questions about the material to one another, but again, you weren't friends.

It stayed that way until a cold morning when you had made it to school early and practically ran to your classroom to get somewhat warmer from the heater and you saw Taeko sitting at her desk reading a really thick book. The pages were obviously old and clearly taken from the back of the school's library. Normally you wouldn't have acknowledged this, you had seen her reading from time to time so it wasn't anything new, but for some reason, this book seemed to catch your interest.

Swallowing your initial awkwardness, you leaned over to gaze at the book and ask, "What are you reading?"

"...European history." She finally spoke up after a long pause, her eyes narrowing at you as if to see if you were worth sharing this information with.

And luckily, you were.

You both got to talking, mainly about European culture and history, and you got to learn a lot about Taeko and her obsession with Europe. It was hard not to be mesmerized as she went on and on in excruciating details of different periods, it really got you interested in it too, albeit, not on the same level as her.

You'd occasionally chime in with your thoughts every now and then and Taeko would take them seriously, treating you as an equal to her.

Taeko would have been lying to say that she didn't enjoy talking to you and that she wasn't eager to become friends the moment you expressed interest in something so dear to her. Despite her own restraint in not wanting to scare you away, you both became friends really quickly and talked way more than before.

This being said Taeko was also quick to pick up on you being trans. Not specifically being trans, but she knew you were different from others, she had always been quite perceptive after all.

She noticed the baggier clothes you wore, the way you would spew out excuses at the teacher if they had wanted you to do any kind of physical activity, your lack of appetite, everything you might have tried to hide from others, she knew.

Granted, Taeko was pretty subtle about the whole thing, not really letting you in on her knowing only asking questions that were vague enough not to detect you. She really wanted to know what was up with her best friend, but she wasn't going to push you if you weren't ready! ...She is impatient though.

When it comes to Taeko's gambling talents, it is the one thing she likes showing off, especially to you.

You both make bets all the time, usually just betting on a snack or something easy, and Taeko has yet to lose... She technically has "lost" before but that was only because she felt kind of bad and let you win.

When she started to really let her gambling flourish and started going to some more shady places, you always insisted on going with her out of concern. You both were aware of how dangerous these places can get and with Taeko just being in high school, there wasn't a lot she could do if things got messy... It's not like you are the strongest person out there, but it makes you feel so much better knowing she has someone there just in case.

Even if Taeko acts like it's annoying, it melts her heart knowing you care so much.

Being in the place in Japan where you were born and raised, it was extremely obvious that it was not the most welcoming place when it comes to being trans or part of the LGBTQIA+ community in general. The more you thought about this and your identity itself..., you were reasonably hesitant about coming out to Taeko.

You did want to tell her, don't get it twisted, but you were just so terrified to lose one of the only friends you had.

It had taken months of preparing yourself, multiple breakdowns, and so much overthinking before you could bring yourself to ask Taeko to meet you at the park. It would be there where you open up and tell Taeko why you had been so distant lately, that you were trans, and what that involved.

Taeko being Taeko, was not surprised by the development at all, she did act like it though out of not wanting to hurt you. She gave you a warm congratulations, a hug, and made sure that you knew you were loved no matter who you wanted to be.

Taeko will probably be the quickest when memorizing your new name and pronouns, same goes for who you are okay with saying your new name to. Literally your number 1 ally and supporter!

She will definitely help you in researching for a binder and Testosterone, keep in mind though that she will be teasing you when she feels necessary.

Also, when it comes to you not having the best eating habits and skipping meals to make your curves less noticeable, she will be putting an end to that immediately. She understands why you are doing what you are doing, but not eating is not gonna make that any better. She will be making sure you feel fine with your curves whether you like it or not.

In the last months before your graduation from middle school, Taeko too starts having some changes...

It was really sudden but she came into class one day looking very different from how she usually did, her hair was longer with the addition of two twin drills in her hair, her eyes were red from the help of contacts, and her attire was barely fitting the uniform dress code with its laces and eccentricities. It was all so strange and so sudden that you couldn't help but have your mouth agape slightly at the sight...

Then she insisted on you calling her Celeste Ludenberg. That one really made you pause with how different she was.

It's not like you actively protested these changes, she had been there for you when you didn't feel like yourself so why shouldn't you be for her? You called her Celeste, you got used to her new attire, you got used to her accent, you got used to her new and improved "backstory", and you got used to her shift in personality, but it just made you wonder what caused such a change.

It was like she was playing a character, someone from those European history books she loved so much. She was not Taeko Yasuhiro, in her own words, "Whoever is stuck with such a name must be truly pathetic. A name like that with no flair is no name for me."

There were still moments when her old personality would peek through, and it wasn't like she was totally different with how she still fawned over European culture. That at the very least gave you some solace.

In a way though, it was like your friendship restarted, like you were just meeting someone completely new and not the girl you had known for the last few years. It probably didn't help that you weren't always the fondest of Celeste and her attitude...

There was always something so condescending in her tone and the way she carried herself like you were nothing more than a pebble in her shoe and it just aggravated you.

You guys would get into fights more often..., sometimes over the pettiest stuff. Your relationship was deteriorating swiftly as the days went on and it was emotionally devastating for the both of you.

Celeste was accepted into Hopes Peak Academy.

When she got her admission letter, her first thought was that she had to tell you right away so you both could celebrate, but as her hands grabbed her phone and excitedly texted you, her eyes gazed over last night's fight... Reading over the nasty words you both sent to one another, all for something she couldn't even remember, it really did sink in that going into Hopes Peak might be the breaking point in your relationship if she didn't fix this.

She didn't want that, there was no way she could just let something like that happen, not when you were... you. You, her best friend since forever, someone she so deeply cherished and always wanted by her side, you the person she loves-

...She loves you so much.

She has to fix this.

Celeste has always had a really hard time admitting she's in the wrong, it's what comes from being a stubborn person, so she knew very well that this was just gonna have to be a hard pill she had to swallow and in all honesty, she didn't even know where to start... She would scroll through both of your messages, trying to find where the whole issue started to begin with. It was really bittersweet reading through all of the years of good memories you both had with one another..., Celeste really regrets letting you go like this.

She also wasn't surprised to see that she was the one really pushing everything at the start. She wasn't Taeko Yasuhiro, of course, she was going to act differently, but she knew there were a lot of things and actions she had done/said that really shouldn't have been even thought of. Looking back on it, she even found her behavior a bit repulsive.

Gaining your trust back was going to take a while, but Celeste was fully prepared to make that sacrifice if it meant getting you back.

She did everything she could think of, she bit back whatever insult or passive-aggressive thing that tried to crawl out of her mouth, she made more time for you in her busy schedule, she tried to help more with your transition or at least made you feel somewhat less gender dysphoric, and she cut back on the gambling a little, all for you. There were times when she would occasionally snap back to her old ways, but she apologized after and that was the big difference from how it used to be.

It's hard to stay mad at someone when they go through so many lengths to make it all up to you..., you weren't any different in that regard.

It was soon after this that Celeste also happened to find out her feelings for you.

Although your relationship had mended, you both didn't want to push each other's boundaries quite yet, meaning your once lively sleepovers and hangouts had been momentarily postponed. So, when you finally worked up the courage to ask for a sleepover and were met with acceptance, it was hard to not be a little giddy.

You both did the usual thing of going to her house after school (she always insists on 'hosting' the sleepovers), talking for a while, playing some games, making popcorn, and watching a movie, and you were both getting ready for bed. This was the part Celeste was hesitant about... She knew it was dumb, but in this new persona she came up with, she never exactly turned it off around you. When she's home alone, she obviously never acts as extravagant as she does everywhere else, so you never get to see that side of her.

And that was terrifying in its own right.

But it also still had to be done, you were sleeping over after all. Celeste took off her drills, put some pajamas on, and took a quick breath before slowly opening her bedroom door to see you sitting on her bed, scrolling your phone. Her heart was practically gonna burst out of her chest from how anxious she felt as you looked up, a smile growing on your lips as you asked if she was ready for bed.

...That was it? No questions or feelings of repulsiveness? Celeste barely held back a confused expression as she nodded and went to sit by your side, nervousness dying down by the minute.

And then those words came out of your mouth..., "You're really pretty, you know." Those words singlehandedly made her heart stop as if it too were just as shocked as her. She truly did try and remain as calm as one can be in this situation, but it wasn't hard to see how uncharacteristically soft she had become.

She was sure of it before, but god, she loved you.

Celeste was pretty quick to confess after that. She wanted to make sure everything was just perfect for it to be, she asked you to go to dinner with her at this new place she had been wanting to try, acting nonchalant and not giving anything away all evening, and her plan was to confess at the end of the night when she would invite you for a little midnight stroll. It was going to be perfect!

It would have been until this absolute piece of work that was serving you two began harassing you just as you were both about to leave. Saying things like, "You aren't fooling anyone you know," and, "You will never be a real man." God, the way your face fell as you practically dragged her out of there made her want to tear him apart. Celeste was so close to just absolutely ripping that server to shreds, the only reason she didn't was because she never got the chance to when you were trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.

The rest of the night was spent with her trying to comfort you even when you would tell her that you were fine and this was a somewhat normal occurrence for you... She felt so horrible that she had chosen that restaurant over the countless others in town, all of which had the chance to not make such a wonderful night end like this.

You shouldn't have to get used to something like that, you were in no way inconveniencing him just by being trans and you being okay with this made her stomach turn into knots of so many different emotions.

As your footsteps fill her ears, her feet suddenly stop on the pavement underneath her as she watches your moonlit form unintentionally leave her behind. Celeste couldn't stop herself from letting it all out right then and there. Yelling out her love for you as you whipped around, also stopping in your tracks as she rambled on and on about how much she adores you, how much she wants to be able to help you through these horrible things, and how she loves you.

Looking into her deep, blood-red eyes... This wasn't Celeste Lundenberg, the cold gambler who was deemed, 'the queen of lairs.' This was Taeko Yasuhiro, the same European-obsessed girl you met back in middle school.

So you know Celeste's ranking system? How it goes from A-F, F being her enemies, and A being something no one has achieved. Well skipping over all of that, you have been officially promoted to S-tier! Meaning you are the love of her life and she will never let you get away. :)

She loves dressing you up in her gothic Lolita style, she finds it absolutely adorable on you and will even try to branch out and try other styles on you.

Celeste has to use the money she gets from gambling to good use and the only way she can really think of is by spoiling you. Not only are you gonna get a ton of trinkets, snacks, and whatever else you show interest in, but you are also gonna get a lot of gender-affirming items! This consists of clothes, hormones, binders, whatever you need, you will receive.

Now that you two are in a relationship, Celeste will slowly start showing the other sides of her, ones that she keeps away from everyone else. It's hard for her to stop hiding Taeko from her life, but you being there certainly helps.

Her cat loves you, like, it LOVES you. Celeste lowkey gets a little jealous because Grand Bois Chéri Ludenberg is literally all over you when you go over to her house. She's jealous of not only you but the cat as well.

She wants kisses too. :(

Celeste might not be the most outwardly affectionate person but deep down, she is so needy. She wants your attention so badly but she also doesn't want you to know that-

She's going through it.

When I say that Celeste is the ultimate transphobia shield, I mean it. It could be anywhere, anytime, and coming from anyone, whatever transphobic thing that even comes into your vicinity will be taken care of by her sharp words.

And if someone just doesn't get the hint, she isn't opposed to yelling at them to get it across.

Celeste also tries to be so well informed with the trans community since she wants to make sure you feel comfortable and safe.

If one of her friends ever dares to misgender you repeatably on purpose or make you feel unwelcome, she will drop that person so quick. You don't deserve to be treated like trash and she will make sure you know that!

Celeste loves her trans-masc boyfriend so much.

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love triangle with kyoko & celeste

pairing: kyoko kirigiri x gn!reader x celestia ludenberg

tags: romantic rivalry, love melting their cold exterior, silly fluff

kyoko and celeste are both incredibly intelligent girls, who have a cold exterior, which makes it hard to approach them! and it's that cold exterior that makes it so hard for everyone to believe that those two girls could actually be in love with you…

they don't seem like the type to be into all that lovey dovey stuff – or be very emotional at all! and yet, there are subtle things they do that hint at their crush on you…

while kyoko already is quiet and keeps to herself, she grows even more quiet around you! she keeps stealing glances at you and occasionally, a faint blush hushes over her cheeks, if your gaze meets hers

celeste, on the other hand, gets a little more touchy with you. she'll put a hand on your arm when talking, while also getting a little more mean with you, as she tries to flirt in her own way–

both girls think they are very subtle when it comes to their crush on you – but they both immediately notice that the other one has feelings for you as well! they likely even notice the other one's feelings for you before they notice their own…

kyoko isn't one to fight over a crush, too mature to bother with such things, while celestia happily will start a war over you! she wants you and she'll do anything to end up with you!

though it's infuriating to her that kyoko doesn't seem to feel the same way! everytime celeste tries to declare war, kyoko simply ignores her and continues on with her day

though celeste is certain that she'll regret her nonchalant demeanour once she's the one who ends up with you, instead of kyoko…

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can you do second part of where the hurt doesn’t reach with Sayaka, celestia and Sonia?

A/N: Yes, of course! A lot of people seem to be requesting this one :}

Where the Hurt Doesn’t Reach pt.2

pt.1 - pt.3

Sayaka, Celestia, and Sonia x Male!Reader

Warnings: Themes of Trauma/Abuse, Mentions of Assault/Threats, Mental Health Topics, Sensitive Touch & Boundaries, Self-Harm, Social Anxiety /Avoidance, Mentions of Nightmares/Sleep Issues

Word Count: 4145

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Sayaka:

It was the first time (Y/N) had attended Hope’s Peak Academy in over a week. His teachers had stopped asking questions. Some students whispered behind his back, casting glances filled with a mix of curiosity and pity. He could handle that. What he couldn’t handle were the boys who walked too close in the hallways, who slapped each other on the back, laughed too loud, shouted too suddenly. His body would freeze, breath catching in his throat. He’d learned to keep his eyes down, hands tucked close, always calculating an exit.

The world had become a tightrope- and he was so, so tired.

Sayaka Maizono noticed him before anyone else did. She always had, in her own quiet way. The Ultimate Pop Sensation was used to being seen, followed, idolized- but something about (Y/N), the way he disappeared into corners and avoided everyone's gaze, made her heart twist. He didn’t look at her like the others. He didn’t really look at anyone.

She found herself lingering near him between classes. Close, but not too close. Humming softly under her breath, the gentle melodies filling the awkward silences. Not words- never words- until he was ready.

He always looked like he wanted to speak, but was too afraid to.

Until one rainy afternoon.

(Y/N) sat alone in the music room, the overcast light pouring through the tall windows. His sleeves were pulled down past his wrists, fists curled in his lap. He hadn’t meant to cry, but the storm outside had stirred something in him, a memory he wished would stay buried. His breathing was shallow, trying not to make a sound.

Sayaka slipped in without knocking, as if the world had gently told her exactly where to go. She spotted him immediately- curled in on himself, trembling in the dim. Her voice, when it came, was softer than the rain.

“Can I sit with you?”

(Y/N) didn’t answer right away. He didn’t move. But he didn’t say no. That was enough.

Sayaka lowered herself onto the piano bench beside him, careful not to brush against him. Silence lingered- but it wasn’t heavy. It was patient.

“I like this room,” she said after a while, voice low and soothing. “It’s quiet, but it echoes just enough that if you sing, it feels like the whole world is listening. Not judging. Just… listening.”

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was watching her now, his tear-streaked face blotchy and red, lips parted like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, voice hoarse.

“For what?” Sayaka asked, gently.

“I don’t know. Being like this. Broken. I- I can’t be around people. I can’t breathe when they get close, and I hate it, and it’s stupid, and-”

“It’s not stupid,” she interrupted, her tone gentle but firm. “It’s not your fault.”

His throat bobbed. He looked away again, ashamed.

Sayaka hesitated, then reached out- slowly, giving him time to pull away. When he didn’t, she placed her hand over his on the bench. Light as a feather. No pressure.

“I know what it’s like to smile when you don’t feel safe. To pretend everything’s okay because you don’t want to cause trouble.”

(Y/N) blinked. Her smile was sad now, wistful.

“I had to do that all the time. For the cameras. For the fans. For everyone but me.”

He didn’t speak, but his hand turned under hers, fingers trembling as they curled around hers in a tentative grasp.

“I can’t fix what happened to you,” Sayaka whispered. “But I can be someone who doesn’t scare you. I can stay. Sing, if you want. Or just sit here, holding your hand, and not expect you to be anything but you.”

A breath hitched in his throat. He squeezed her hand just a little tighter.

“I want to trust someone,” he admitted, barely audible. “I want it to be you.”

Her heart ached, full and warm. She nodded.

“Then let’s start with this. Right here. Just us. You don’t have to smile. You don’t have to pretend. Just… be.”

As the rain tapped against the windows, Sayaka began to hum again. A soft lullaby, meant for no one else. (Y/N) closed his eyes, for the first time in months allowing himself to lean- not away, but toward.

Into her voice. Into her warmth.

Into the beginning of something safe.

Weeks pass, and something changed- not all at once, but in subtle, careful ways. (Y/N) still struggled. Crowded hallways remained overwhelming, and loud voices still made his heart race. But in between those moments of fear, he found something else… Her.

Sayaka Maizono had a way of making herself feel like calm in a storm. She never demanded. She never pushed. She simply… waited. Always nearby, always smiling in that soft, understanding way that never felt fake. With her, he didn’t need to keep looking over his shoulder. With her, he could breathe.

They started eating lunch together. In the back corner of the school courtyard, under the old cherry tree. She’d hum while she ate, and eventually she started talking about her life onstage- the costumes, the nerves, the rush of performing. Sometimes she brought him little things. A sweet from the bakery near her home, a flower she found on the way to school, a charm from a fan that she thought was “too cute not to share.”

And when (Y/N) spoke, she always stopped to listen. Like his voice was the most important sound in the world.

“I think I’m starting to like being around you,” he said one afternoon, the words awkward and shy. “Like, I actually look forward to it.”

Sayaka blinked, then beamed, a flush rising to her cheeks.

“I’m really glad,” she said. “Because I feel the same way.”

He smiled. A small one, unsure, but real.

They began spending more time together after school. The music room became their place. Sometimes she played piano while he read. Sometimes he sketched while she practiced a new song. Once, she taught him a simple melody and guided his hands along the keys. He stiffened at first, but she noticed instantly and let go.

“No pressure,” she said, giving him space. “Just when you’re ready.”

He nodded. A week later, he reached for her hand.

It became a routine. Hand in hand at the piano, their fingers brushing like a secret only they shared.

One day, after walking her home under a pale orange sunset, (Y/N) paused at her gate. He looked down, biting his lip, unsure. Sayaka tilted her head at him, waiting.

“I, um…” he stammered. “I know I still flinch sometimes. And I still panic. But when I’m with you… I don’t feel broken. You don’t make me feel weak.”

Her expression softened, almost glowing in the fading light.

“You’re not weak, (Y/N). You’re brave. Every day, you choose to keep going. And I get to be here and watch you heal… That’s an honor.”

A lump formed in his throat. His heart beat hard against his ribs.

“I think I…” He paused, panic rising. But then her hand found his, grounding him. He exhaled shakily. “I think I’m falling for you.”

Sayaka stepped closer, and for once, he didn’t flinch. Her hands were warm against his cheeks.

“Then we can fall together,” she whispered.

Their first kiss was a ghost of a thing- barely there, more promise than anything. But it was safe. Sweet. And (Y/N), for the first time in a long time, didn’t feel afraid.

He felt wanted.

He felt seen.

And most of all, he felt hopeful.

Celestia: 

The hallway of Hope’s Peak Academy had long since emptied, save for the faint echo of heels clicking across polished tile. Celestia Ludenberg walked like a shadow with purpose- silent yet commanding. Every movement was deliberate, wrapped in her usual gothic lolita elegance.

Behind her, the silence was thick, but not as heavy as the quiet that clung to the dorm room she approached. His room.

(Y/N).

A boy with sad eyes and a habit of shrinking into himself whenever someone- especially a man- spoke too loud or too fast. Celestia had noticed from the first day. The way his shoulders tensed whenever Kiyotaka got passionate. The way his voice faltered in group conversations. The way he sat at the edges of rooms like a ghost hoping not to be noticed.

And most of all, the way he looked at her- not with desire or awe, like others did- but with a kind of cautious respect. Like he wasn’t sure how long kindness would last.

Today, he hadn’t shown up to class. Not even to the library. That was enough of a reason for her to knock.

A pause. Then a quiet, almost panicked voice- “Go away.”

Celestia didn’t flinch. ���I’m afraid that is not an option.”

A rustle, a groan, the sound of someone stumbling across a cluttered room. After several seconds, the door cracked open just enough for one tired eye to peek through. That was all she needed.

He looked terrible. Eyes red-rimmed and dull. His shirt clung to him like he hadn’t changed in days.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

She tilted her head. “Because you are not where you ought to be.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.”

The door didn’t open wider, but he didn’t close it either.

“Let me in,” she said softly.

He hesitated. But something about the steadiness in her voice- the way she didn’t demand or pity, just... waited- made him move. The door swung open wider, revealing a room barely lit, its corners littered with open books and clothes. The air was stale with solitude.

Celestia stepped in without a word, gliding over to the chair near his desk. She did not sit yet. She turned to him.

“You’ve been hiding.”

(Y/N) looked down. “So what if I have?”

Celestia took a breath. “Then allow me to hide with you.”

His head snapped up, confused. “What?”

She shrugged delicately, shedding her usual smug detachment for something quieter. “Everyone has their limits. Even you, darling. But you do not have to suffer them alone.”

He stared at her. “Why do you care? I’m not... I’m not useful. Not like you.”

A shadow flickered through her expression, but it was gone quickly.

“You are mistaken,” she said. “You possess something quite rare in this academy of masks. You feel. Deeply. I find that... honest.”

(Y/N) sat on the edge of his bed, hands trembling in his lap. “I’m tired, Celeste. Of being scared. Of thinking someone’s going to hurt me every time they raise their voice. I hate this part of me.”

She moved slowly now, kneeling before him, her black skirts pooling like ink on the floor. She reached out, her fingers brushing his hand.

He flinched.

But she didn’t pull away.

“I would never touch you without permission,” she said quietly. “But I will remain here, if you let me. A Queen must protect her kingdom, after all. And you, dear (Y/N)... you are someone I have chosen to keep within mine.”

His breath hitched. “You make it sound like I matter.”

“You do.”

His eyes welled up- unwilling, ashamed.

Celestia leaned just slightly closer, her voice no louder than a whisper. “You are allowed to cry. Even Kings and Queens weep in secret.”

The tears fell then. He didn't sob- just quiet, broken rivers that refused to stop. He didn’t know why her words broke the dam. Maybe it was the way she made him feel safe without ever pretending to understand. Maybe it was the fact that she never tried to fix him.

She simply stayed.

Eventually, as the minutes passed, he spoke again. "I don’t know if I can be normal.”

Celestia offered the faintest smile. “Darling, who in this wretched school is?”

And for the first time in weeks, (Y/N) let himself laugh- just once, just a breath of it. But it was real.

She rose, finally, and sat beside him on the bed. She left space between them but let her sleeve brush his arm lightly.

“Sleep, if you can,” she said. “I will remain. Should the nightmares come.”

“Celeste?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

Her eyes lingered on his, warm beneath their usual sharpness. “No need for gratitude. Loyalty is not something I gamble with.”

As he lay down, his body worn and mind frayed, he felt something foreign settle beside the grief.

Hope.

He wasn’t healed. Not yet.

But he wasn’t alone anymore.

It became routine after that night.

Not loudly. Not all at once. But slowly, like light slipping through the cracks in a boarded window.

Celestia began visiting (Y/N)’s dorm more often. Sometimes she brought books from the library, reading them aloud in her velvety, theatrical cadence. Sometimes she brought tea- actual tea, with tiny biscuits, because of course she did. And sometimes, they just sat in silence. Not the heavy kind that used to choke him, but the kind that felt like breathing next to a fireplace. Comfortable. Undemanding.

She never pressured him to talk, but when he did, she listened. Actually listened.

No judgment. No pity.

Just her gaze- calm, observant, like she was reading the finer print of his soul.

One rainy evening, (Y/N) found himself lingering outside her door, a half-wilted flower clutched awkwardly in his hand.

It was nothing special. A violet he found near the edge of the courtyard, a little bruised but still beautiful. He hadn’t planned to pick it, but he thought of her. And for once, the thought didn’t carry fear or obligation. Just… warmth.

He knocked once, then almost turned to run. But the door opened swiftly.

Celestia stood in a cascade of crimson and black lace, her usual elegant poise giving way to something softer as she took him in- damp hair, shy glance, the flower.

“I, um… saw this and thought of you,” he muttered, not quite meeting her eyes.

She took the flower gently, her fingers brushing his.

“A violet,” she mused, tone almost amused. “You know, in the language of flowers, it means loyalty… and affection.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

That night, they shared tea on her ornate sofa, the violet placed delicately in a small crystal vase beside her bed. (Y/N) talked more than usual. He told her about his mother’s lullabies. About how his stepfather used to slam cupboard doors just to make him flinch. About how he once hid under a table for two hours after a stranger accidentally raised their voice near him in public.

Celestia’s expression never changed. But her hands tightened just slightly on the teacup.

“I often pretended, as a child,” she said once he finished, voice lower now. “That I lived in a grand castle where no one could hurt me. Where those who tried were cast into the dungeon with no key.”

(Y/N) glanced at her. “Did it help?”

She smiled, a small, secret thing. “I am still here, am I not?”

He let that sink in, then nodded.

A few weeks later, he reached for her hand.

She didn’t say anything- just turned her hand palm up, letting his fingers settle into the spaces between hers.

He marveled at how easy it felt. How right. No panic in his chest. No memories clawing their way forward. Just her cool, steady presence. Her gloved fingers curled gently around his.

“You don’t mind?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Not at all,” she replied. “In fact… I rather enjoy being close to you.”

His heart fluttered- not in fear, but in something else. Something that might’ve been the early shape of love.

“I like being around you,” he said, more firmly now.

Celestia tilted her head, almost coy. “Of course you do. I am delightful company.”

He laughed- a real one this time. And she smiled, pleased.

That night, as she walked him back to his dorm, she paused before he stepped inside. Her hand lingered near his sleeve.

“May I ask you something, darling?”

“Anything.”

“When you are near me… do you still feel afraid?”

He met her gaze. Her crimson eyes, so sharp and calculating when playing others, now held only curiosity. Maybe even… vulnerability.

He shook his head. “Not at all.”

Her lashes fluttered. And in the hush of the hallway, she leaned in just slightly- not to kiss him, not yet. But close enough that her voice brushed his skin.

“Good,” she whispered. “Then I’ve kept my promise.”

“Promise?”

“To protect you. In my own way.”

(Y/N) swallowed. “You’ve done more than that. You’ve given me something I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”

“What is that?”

He smiled softly. “Safe.”

And Celestia- poker-faced, invincible, untouchable Celestia- felt something stir in her chest that even she couldn’t gamble away.

Because she was beginning to realize something as well.

She liked being around him, too.

Sonia:

The first time Sonia Nevermind saw (Y/N), he was sitting alone at the edge of the academy courtyard, curled into himself like he was trying to disappear. The spring sun dappled through the leaves overhead, casting soft light across the bruised look in his eyes- not physical bruises, no. These were the kind you didn’t see unless you knew how to look.

Sonia noticed.

She wasn’t oblivious. Despite her bright disposition and the silken lilt of her voice, she had grown up in a world that required constant reading between the lines. The etiquette of royalty demanded it. But even more than that, Sonia had always been drawn to the fragile, the broken, the misunderstood. She saw nobility in endurance. In survival.

And (Y/N) had survived something terrible.

He didn’t speak much. Most of the other students found his distance unnerving- he flinched if someone raised their voice, seemed to shrink when a male classmate passed too close. Rumors whispered through the halls, cruel and speculative. Sonia didn’t listen to them.

Instead, she sat beside him.

Not too close. Just enough.

He didn’t look up at first, but she waited patiently, hands folded in her lap, gaze fixed on the swaying trees ahead.

“You don’t have to talk,” she said gently, as though she knew how the weight of silence could also be a comfort.

(Y/N) peeked at her from the corner of his eye. Her presence was soft. Not imposing. There was no judgment in her expression, only a quiet certainty that unnerved him more than her title ever could.

“You’re… the princess,” he mumbled after a long while.

“I am,” she said, smiling faintly. “But here, I am simply Sonia. I would like to be your friend.”

He stared at his hands. His fingernails were chewed raw.

“…Why?”

She tilted her head. “Because you seem lonely.”

He didn't say anything more that day. But the next day, she sat beside him again.

And the day after that.

Sometimes she spoke about her homeland, about peculiar customs and ghost stories and festivals that lit the sky with fire. Sometimes she said nothing at all. He found he liked that best. Just her company. The way she never reached out to touch him without asking. The way she always kept space between them, yet never felt far.

One day, after weeks of these quiet meetings, (Y/N) showed her a small scar on his wrist. He didn’t explain it. He didn’t have to. Sonia only looked at him with solemn eyes and gently, reverently, pressed a kiss just above it.

“You are still here,” she whispered. “That means everything.”

His throat tightened. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t remember how. Not properly. The tears never came out right- they clogged up inside him like he didn’t deserve them.

But he nodded. Just once.

After that, he started walking with her between classes. Kept his head down, but her presence made it easier. When a male student bumped into him and muttered an apology, (Y/N) froze- but Sonia stepped between them, not protectively, but firmly. Like a wall of calm. She didn’t have to say anything. Her posture said it all.

Later that evening, when they sat together again under the trees, (Y/N) whispered, “Thank you.”

She turned to him, the last light of day dancing in her golden hair.

“I do not know what your past holds,” she said. “But I want to be part of your future.”

He flinched, not from fear, but from how gently she said it.

“How can you want someone like me?” he asked, voice barely audible. “I’m… broken.”

Sonia leaned in slowly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, fingers featherlight. She did not touch skin. She honored the space between them.

“You are not broken,” she said. “You are mending. That is a noble, brave thing. There is no shame in healing slowly.”

A shaky breath escaped his lips. He hadn’t been told that before.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, almost a plea.

“I know,” Sonia said. “I will not rush you. I will wait as long as you need. And when you are ready… I will be here.”

For the first time in a long while, (Y/N) let himself believe it might be true.

That maybe, someday, he could let someone in.

And if anyone could be the first…

…it would be Sonia.

Over the next few weeks, things began to change.

(Y/N) started speaking more during their time together. At first, it was in fragments- simple comments on the weather, shy questions about Sonia’s homeland. But slowly, those fragments became full thoughts, and then stories.

Sometimes he’d catch himself smiling without realizing it. And more often than not, Sonia would already be smiling back.

He never felt pressured with her. She never demanded his happiness or questioned his past. There was no pity in her eyes- only compassion. The difference meant everything.

She took to bringing him little things- a ribbon folded into a rose, a handmade charm for his keyring, a book of folklore from her Homeland. “For when the nightmares come,” she said softly, placing it beside him during lunch. “This one has a happy ending.”

He didn’t know how to tell her that her presence had already begun softening the edge of those nightmares. But she seemed to sense it anyway.

One afternoon, they sat beneath the trees again. The breeze was warm, and the leaves whispered above them.

(Y/N) was lying on his back, hands tucked beneath his head. Sonia sat beside him, legs folded, her gaze turned toward the sky.

“It’s peaceful,” he said, exhaling slowly.

“It is,” she agreed, her voice a melody in the quiet. “Do you know what we say in my Country when we find a moment like this?”

He shook his head.

“Magnificent silence” She smiled down at him. “It is sacred, because it means your heart is calm enough to hear the world.”

(Y/N)’s chest tightened at that. Because for the first time in what felt like years, the silence around him wasn’t terrifying. It wasn’t suffocating. It was full.

And she was there.

“…I like being around you,” he admitted suddenly. It tumbled out before he could stop it.

Sonia’s eyes widened slightly- but then her smile deepened, softened.

“I like being around you as well, (Y/N). Very much.”

His cheeks flushed. He turned his head away, but she didn’t tease him. She only continued watching the trees, allowing him his small, fragile vulnerability.

And then- “I’m… still scared, sometimes. Especially around guys. It doesn’t make sense. I know they’re not all like- like him.”

“You are allowed to be afraid,” Sonia said. “It is not a weakness. It is a wound still healing. We would never call a bandaged arm weak for needing time.”

He bit his lip. She always knew what to say, not because she had all the answers, but because she saw him.

“I’m trying to be better.”

“You already are,” she said softly. “Because you are choosing to stay. To trust. Even just a little. That is what bravery looks like.”

A quiet beat passed between them. The breeze lifted her hair like a silken banner.

“…Can I hold your hand?” he asked, voice small.

Sonia looked at him, gently surprised. Then, carefully, she offered her palm, open and patient.

He took it.

His hand trembled, but she didn’t grip tighter. She simply let it rest there, warm and steady.

They stayed like that, fingers barely laced, as the sun dipped lower through the trees.

It wasn’t loud or showy, what they shared. It didn’t need to be.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Could I request a male version of Celestia Ludenberg x male reader that acts like Jamil viper

again could he be the ultimate butler and bottom (I feel like I'm torturing you with my requests istg 😅)

-Sunny

A request is a request, dear Sunny. So long as I can work with it, it shall be done.

That being said, please enjoy~

Title: Retrained

Characters: Top!M!Celeste Ludenberg x Bottom!M!Reader (Ultimate Butler)

Contains: dom/master and sub relationship, oral

Fandom: Danganronpa

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Being his butler has been nothing short of irritating.

Constant and pointless commands from him were practically your entire day.

"(Y/N), afternoon tea."

"Servant, escort me."

"(Y/N)."

"Servant!"

You felt yourself going insane with every calling command. Ever since he somehow managed to rope you into this job, you had practically been Celeste's dog since day one of being at this school, yet you had no choice. Your family was one of servants. If someone of a higher class chose one of your family, you were destined to serve them.

Afternoon tea came like it did any other day, and you had the pot ready, the additives he typically enjoyed on the side of the platter he carried them in on. As usual, you set up the tea as he liked before standing to the side, tall and attentive as he trained you.

Celeste barely took a sip of his tea before realizing something was different.

"Hmm...this isn't the usual tea."

You remained silent, staring almost blankly ahead. He hadn't allowed you to speak.

"Servant. Speak."

"There weren't enough tea leaves to make the usual pot, sir," you simply replied. "I had to substitute for the remaining leaves."

"You did not ask."

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into your palms in hidden fists to keep your composure. "My apologies. I simply thought--"

"Servants do not think. They simply do." He placed the cup back on the platter, sighing. "And now my afternoon tea is ruined. All because my servant is incompetent."

You took a slow, deep breath, your fuse growing shorter by the second, but you held on, holding tight to the last bit of patience you had.

"I expect you to beg me for forgiveness as you were taught." Celeste crossed his legs, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and leaning into his hand. "Or have you forgotten how to do that, too?"

You didn't miss a beat in your response. "With all due respect, sir, I do not believe I should beg for forgiveness. The ingredients were beyond my control."

"Well, then you should have gotten Monokuma to go get more, knowing we were low."

"There was enough yesterday, sir. I don't know what happened to them."

"Then you should have stored them away from unworthy tongues."

The back and forth was leaving you fuming, especially with how Celeste would constantly find a way to blame you for this unforeseen incident, yet you remained in position. Despite your annoyance, you always fell back to your roots. Remain seen, remain calm, remain obedient.

Celeste beckoned you over with a single finger, to which you obeyed, and stepped forward. He remained in that same, bored position, eyeing up at you.

"I'm very disappointed in you, (Y/N). First your incompetence, now that running mouth of yours..." A hand slowly reached up, grabbing your black tie and yanking it and you down to a single knee. "Begging for my forgiveness is no longer enough. I think I should teach that disobedient little mouth a lesson." His voice was deeper, darker, more menacing, full of promise. It was enough to get your heart pounding out of fear.

"S-Sir...please, whatever i-it is you plan on doing I--"

"No." He tugged you forward, dropping you to both knees now with a small grunt. "You had your chance. You need to be retrained."

Celeste tugged on your tie once more, urging you closer. Once you were head level with his waist, a sly smirk grew upon the gambler's lips. You gulped softly your face red with embarrassment. That short fuse you had was just gone, a fuse no longer even present. You knew what you were supposed to do, and like a good servant, you obeyed.

Fidgeting with his belt and pants, you eventually got through to his briefs, carefully pulling his musky cock out as he gave a soft sigh. Considering how it was starting to harden, he was already enjoying the relief he got once it was free.

"Now...put that mouth to better use, servant~" he breathed, nudging you in the back with the heel of his shoe.

You hesitated at first, but you soon brought yourself closer, your lips wrapping around the tip in a familiar way. You knew this wasn't the first time he had trained you like this, and...you were ashamed to say that this training was something you were quite fond of, and Celeste picked up on it right away. Perhaps this was a game between you two now so you could indulge yourself in the role you were meant to play. Either way, you were in a familiar and pleasing spot, soon taking more of him into your mouth as he let out a soft moan.

"Oh...~ Good boy~ See, your mouth is good for something~"

You were more than eager to show him just how good your mouth was, so much so that you were already taking him in deep, leaving your prince quickly breathless in his chair. He drapped his legs over your shoulders, pulling you closer while holding onto your head. Celeste was dead set on making you his little oral fleshlight, and you'd be a good servant for him and let him.

His moans were music to your ears, and they seemed to snuff any heated feelings you previously had against him, at least for now. At this moment, you'd obey, listening to your prince.

"O-Oh my...~ That's it~ Get that tongue in on it...~ A-Ah~! L-Like that~!"

If there was one thing you truly enjoyed, it's how Celeste would sound when your mouth was on him. In a way, you had a sense of control over him, or you liked to think you did. With how he sounded, every movement you made released a new tone from your master. Every lick, every slurp, even the depth of his cock in your mouth. You had him in your hands, but Celeste was sure to remind you of your place.

"N-Now...be a good servant...a-and accept my seed in your mouth...~"

He didn't have to command you twice, or really even give you a genuine option as he pressed his legs against you and held your head down, grunting as his cock twitched in your mouth. You sputtered and gagged for a moment, able to gulp in air when he released you. However before you could swallow, Celeste held onto your chin.

"Stick out your tongue," he breathed.

To which, you did. His release coated the slick walls of your mouth and the top of your tongue, a sight he was quite satisfied with.

"Swallow."

Like a dog, you obeyed, and that smirk upon Celeste's face told you that the two of you weren't going to be done anytime soon.

[mod-kyoko]

mahiru, celeste and toko with the "reader feels safe around them" prompt? Perhaps uwu 👉👈

mahiru, celeste and toko with girlfriend that feels safe around them

info: female!reader, established relationship, tw!light bullying, creeps

type: hc format, non-despair au

a/n: this was actually sent it whilst requests were closed but it was so juicy I just had to do it also I did the same as the last post with this prompt and had a female reader, if this is not what you wanted then don't be afraid to tell me and I'll edit it completely

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mahiru koizumi

mahiru understands your anxieties completely

she certainly does not judge you if you need someone to go to the bathroom with or walk you to your dorm

just giving her a look lets her know what you need and she'll immediately put her hand up during class

"teacher! me and y/n will be going to the restroom!"

she had no shame in it, and will absolutely insist to go with you if the teacher refuses. it's a little embarrassing to do that in front of the whole class but... you appreciate her all the same

she doesn't mind at all if you want to huddle up close to her whilst out and about

seriously she'll squeeze your hand so tight you're sure that it would just break...

in true mahiru fashion she's highly suspicious of men who approach you, even if it was a poor innocent guy asking for directions she'll put herself between you and them, no matter if you're the taller one or not

"uhm, back up, buddy! I don't like how you're getting close to me and my girlfriend here."

she'll put her hands on her hips and give the guy a lecture on proper manners to approach a lady

safe to say that he was gone quickly

"uhm... babe, I think he was just asking for directions..."

"I'm not taking chances, sweetie... I just want to keep you safe, you can't trust anyone these days..."

to take your mind off the unwanted interactions she'll take pretty pictures of you, all the while praising how amazing you look

even if she's a little too much sometimes, you really appreciate how she's always there for you, you truly felt safe with her

celestia ludenberg

when you first told her about your worries walking around alone, she listened intently

she suggested in hiring you a bodyguard to keep you safe when you're out

but... you said you only felt safe around her

she was honestly a little shocked and... flattered? she had to hide her smile behind her hand when she heard that

very well, she would accompany you wherever you need; whether you need escorting to your dorm, the dining hall or even to the locker rooms she'll be by your side

she enjoys your company anyway, so constantly going outside with you wasn't an issue at all

she isn't really 'all about' if you like to lean into her when you're walking

she just really doesn't like getting her perfectly made clothes crumpled...

although it pains her at times, to combat this she will wear more... simple and common-folk clothes. at least then she wouldn't care so much if they were wrinkled

holding your hand was perfectly welcome though, her fingers were so dainty and soft in your own, it always relaxed you

if anyone even thinks about bothering you... well...

one day you and celeste were out window-shopping, she was currently staring at a lovely dress when you heard a whistle behind you

turning, you saw a group of delinquents leering at you and quite obviously checking you out which made you felt very uncomfortable

celeste turned her head to you, noticing your expression and she furrowed her brows, she turned to the delinquents and she smiled softly

"I'm sorry... what did you just say? I think you should all leave.."

of course, they didn't really take her seriously because of her appearance... which made celeste very angry

"did you dumbasses heard what I said?! GET THE HELL OUT NOW!"

they very quickly went running and you stood there absolutely dumbfounded but... painfully attracted

celeste turns back to you with a happy smile and dragged you into a hug, stroking the back of your head gently

"that won't ever happen again, my love..."

toko fukawa

HUH?!

you... felt safe... with her?

her? not even with Jill?

she couldn't really believe it when you told her for the first time and she thought you were just joking to make fun of her

but when you told her again with a serious expression, she realised that you were completely serious...

she was... honestly touched, even though she tried to play it off that you were 'stupid' for thinking that. you could see right through her, you knew your girlfriend well

you are one of the few people who actually tolerate her presence, so she was very keen on walking with you and spending time with you that way

she's a very paranoid girl, so expect her to try and get you away from certain dark areas

whether or not you ask her she will absolutely accompany you in the shower room after gym class, even though she doesn't really bathe all that much, she would absolutely bite down her fear to make sure you were safe and okay

although she doesn't have much physical strength to defend you or the confidence like Jill, she will hold her ground if it meant you were okay

whilst out with her, she doesn't really like hugs or hand-holding that much, especially not in public, it's more of a private time for her

however, she stands close enough to you that's comfortable for her

and her scent drives people away from you so you didn't need to worry about handsy creeps

you were in a little store just buying a snack when you saw a bunch of mean girls giggling as they looked at you and you felt very insecure all of a sudden

"w-what's wrong...?" toko asked you

you said to her in a whisper about the girls and her eyes practically had a murderous glint in them

she whipped herself around, nearly smacking you in the face with her braids

"w-what's your problem you.. you trashy bimbos! j-jealous that my girlfriend h-has a better body than yours?! I've seen better c-curves on a bowling ball!"

absolutely disgusted by being insulted, the girls leave and toko takes your hand with a shy expression on her face

you smile and lean forward to kiss her temple which makes her blush bright much to your amusement

toko may not be the biggest, strongest or most confident person in the world.. but she was your girlfriend and you felt like nothing could hurt you when she was around

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-Mod Kirumi

[miorirenkova]

Hi! Can I make a request of THH girls with a ultimate prodigy girlfriend reader that have passion for learning new things (and learns anything at the first try)?

Thank you for reading my request :)

thh!danganronpa girls x fem!girlfriend!reader ⇁

request? yes setup: thh girls with an ultimate prodigy girlfriend ! genre < fluff, typical junko things, cheesy nicknames nd shit, tiny spoilers in kyoko's part

note: thank you sm for the request! sorry if its a bit ooc it has been a while since ive played the games and i tried my best to do what u wanted so hopefully i got it right <3 also this is just a middle post im still working on dream about me dw

below the cut!

SAYAKA MAIZONO !

⃗ would be super impressed. initially maybe a little intimidated wondering how she could be perfect for someone like you

⃗ after the initial stage of shock, she would be quite intrigued and would never pass up an opportunity to hear you talk about it! literally the best listener. so used to being admired herself but now she's admiring you (she honestly already did even before she found out)

⃗ definitely the type of girlfriend to brag about you to others. like 'that's right. that's my girlfriend right there.' while smiling.

⃗ would always ask you to help her write her lyrics or just generally in her performances because of how much she admires and trusts you.

⃗ you would be writing something for her and she would just be looking at you with the MOST love drunk eyes ever

⃗ "you learned that instrument just by.. watching me.. once!? ..you're insane!" (lovingly)

⃗ always trying to be the best version of herself so she can be worthy of being your partner

❝ "how do you come up with these lyrics so fast?" sayaka asks, her eyes lighting up as she looks at you like you just pulled magic out of thin air. "and not just that... they sound amazing. you never fail to surprise me, you know that?" you glance up from the notebook, a small smile tugging at your lips as you meet her gaze. there's something about the way she says it—like she's genuinely in awe—that makes your chest feel a little warmer. "i guess it's easy when i'm writing for someone who inspires me," you say, closing the notebook gently. you lean in, just a little, your voice softer now. "anything for you." ❞

CELESTIA LUDENBERG !

⃗ similar to sayaka, she is also extremely intrigued. admires you shamelessly.

⃗ finds it absolutely adorable how you're always so eager to learn something new. you never pass up an opportunity for something new and she loves it.

⃗ loves how smart you are. celestia's always trying to test you or challenge you because she loves to see you in action (and also maybe the face you make when you're concentrating that makes her heartbeat increase) and see just how smart you are.

⃗ finds your intelligence so hot. like she's like downnnn bad.

⃗ also loves to brag about you just not too openly. kind of like you're are her biggest trophy in the most loving way.

⃗ challenges you to poker and gets absolutely destroyed by you. ends with her trying her best to act unaffected (you're the only person she would allow to beat her. also because she secretly enjoys it)

⃗ her favorite thing to do, despite it being just a little bit cheesy, is to flirt with you in puzzles or riddles. knows that you would solve it in seconds and loves to watch you solve it only to find it be a stupid pickup line by her. you truly have got her stupid in love.

❝ rain patters softly outside as you sit across from celestia, the two of you tucked away in her candlelit room. she slides a folded note across the tea table, eyes twinkling. “a little something to keep you entertained, a mind excercise, if you may.” she says, voice smooth.

you open it and read: “i am always near you, though i cannot be touched. i grow louder the closer you get, and quiet when you’re away. what am i? ”

you look up, smiling. “your heart?” celeste’s expression softens — just for a moment. “correct,” she murmurs. “and just so you know, it's getting louder now too.” you laugh gently. “god you're so cheesy!” she lifts her teacup with a smirk. “only because i know you’ll always solve them.” ❞

SAKURA OGAMI !

⃗ when she first finds out, she has like.. genuine respect. like so much respect for you cause that's amazing??

⃗ after all, she values discipline and dedication so it doesn't take much for you to impress her.

⃗ would act like you're asking her too many questions in the beginning but would love when you ask her about martial arts. loves your curiosity. like a lot.

⃗ whenever she's teaching you something and you grasp it so easily in one try? practically awe struck. it's a sight for sure to just see her looking at you so amazed and quickly collecting herself when you ask her about it.

⃗ also loves to listen to you talk. not too verbal but is willing to spend the rest of her life just listening to you talk. loves your voice and also loves just watching the passion in your eyes and in your voice when you talk.

⃗ you can do the same thing everyday and you would still never fail to amaze her every. single. time.

⃗ you keep eachother grounded. in an ironic way, you are kind of sakura's person to look up to (even though technically.. you look up to her... yk.. with the height difference lol)

❝ you flip through a book you found as you sit in the garden, waiting for sakura to come back. that's when you see her approaching you from the corner of your eye. “you are always learning,” she said softly, kneeling beside you.

you grinned. “you always say strength needs refinement. soo.. i refine my brain.” you say and watch as sakura gives you the smallest, warmest smile—one only you ever got to see. “then let me help you refine your body,” she offered, reaching out a hand to pull you up gently. “mind and strength, together—they are unstoppable.” you took her hand, standing easily with her help, repeating her words. “unbreakable and unstoppable,” you echoed, lacing your fingers with hers. ❞

KYOKO KIRIGIRI !

⃗ literal power couple. like you both are made for each other. ultimate detective and ultimate prodigy together? match made in heaven.

⃗ loves how analytical you can be, sometimes even more than her which means she always appreciate your help. often asks for it herself too.

⃗ you often try to predict plot twists or make deductions before she can even say them herself which she finds quite endearing.

⃗ always ends up admiring you instead of focusing on the case when you're with her, catching herself staring at you with the corners of her lips curving up just a little. mentally slaps herself for it and tries to not work around you sometimes due to the fact she always gets distracted by you in the best way. (ends up calling you there anyways cause you are her motivation in a way)

⃗ you both test each other and keep each other in check, growing together.

⃗ whenever she gives you premises of a case and you immediately understand without her having to tell you once again? she just fell harder in love.

⃗ her favorite thing is to have you lay your head in her lap while you're reading a book. just loves watching the subtle reactions on your face as she plays with your hair or clothes.

⃗ also loves it the other way around. your lap is her favorite pillow no questions asked.

❝ kyoko walked into the room, her eyes softening as they land on you as you stand there, going through the case files she had left. “you’ve been here for hours,” she said, voice low and even.

you glanced up, smirk widening. “these are fascinating. especially the second one—there was a clue in the handwriting. you missed it.” she raised an eyebrow, approaching. “did i?”

you turned the file toward her, tapping a line. “see? the slant. it's different from the rest. someone forged this entry.” kyoko stared at it for a moment, then smiled—just a flicker of it, subtle and rare. “you're always three steps ahead.”

“maybe,” you said, leaning back. “or maybe.. we just make a good team.”

she looked at you, nodding as the corners of her lips curled upwards. "we do, don't we?" ❞

AOI ASAHINA !

⃗ often finds herself extremely lost or confused when you speak. but one thing that's always there is the admiration in her eyes.

⃗ you're some otherwordly person for her. like you are literally her idol. you both are eachother's idols. she can never wrap her head around how you can be this smart. like how is it possible!?

⃗ even if she finds herself confused when you talk about what you recently learned, she will always tries her best to understand a bit and listen to you, eager to learn from you.

⃗ similarly, LOVES to brag about you. like the number one person who brags about you. if she could, she would wear a nametag around her neck that read 'y/n's girlfriend' or 'my girlfriend is y/n' because of how insanely lucky she feels that someone as great as you loves her!? she isn't dumb, not at all, but compared to you!? she feels like she must have saved a city in her previous life.

⃗ "uh.. i'll ask my girlfriend and let you know. she would know!" "you don't know?? pfft, my girlfriend would know!" "shut up my girlfriend is smarter than you." "you should ask my girlfriend! she knows everything."

⃗ almost views it as a competition. "my girlfriend is better than you."

⃗ the people around her get sick of how much she brags about you and how you are somehow always brought up in the conversation, even if it's unrelated. but it's okay, you love her to death too.

⃗ still kicks her legs in happiness when she reminisces about that one time you both had a pastry in a bakery that she loved so much because then you went home and mastered the recipe and made it for her just by trying it once! still wonders how you did that.

⃗ when you learn her swimming workouts easily? she is of course, amazed but also frustrated how you learn something she struggled to learn so easily!?

⃗ acts like she's annoyed but truly she just falls deeper in love every time you do.

⃗ "if you weren't so cute, i would be mad you're better than me."

⃗ it makes her heartbeat 10x faster when you call her brilliant or compliment her because of course, you're her girlfriend and she blue screens with any compliment from you but also coming from the ultimate prodigy you are?! she wants your compliments engraved in her mind.

❝ “okay, okay—how the heck are you doing that already?!” aoi stared at you, wide-eyed and water-dripping, as you popped up from the pool with a smug little smile. just an hour ago, she’d offered to teach you how to do a perfect flip turn, and now here you were—executing it like an olympic swimmer.

you floated over, grinning. “I watched you do it. muscle memory, observation, physics of motion... you know the drill.” she narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms as she treaded water. “you’re some kind of swim sorcerer, that’s what you are.”

you laughed. “or maybe you’re just a really good teacher.” her cheeks flushed just a bit at what you said, and she splashed water at you to hide it. “flattery won’t save you. i barely teached you! you like.. watched me once!"

you smirked as you watched her jump into the water, cheeks flushed just a little. "okay! rematch. race. five laps, 'kay?” aoi said as she swam to you. ❞

TOKO FUKAWA !

⃗ knowing toko, she was intimidated at first. even being convinced you would find her writing silly or juvenile. and due to her troublesome childhood, she would be quite wary and suspicious of you too, never really opening up.

⃗ but when you read her novels and give genuine, thoughtful feedback? oh, she’s hooked. it becomes a habit where she always asks you to proofread her novels before she takes the next step, trusting you more than herself even if she would never admit it.

⃗ also loves your confidence. she isn't too confident herself but when she sees you? and how smart you are? she feels confident too. you help her grow.

⃗ and her genocide jack side? yeah you aren't catching a second of calm.

⃗ insanely down bad. like celestia, your intelligence is so hot to toko.

⃗ genocide jack is obsessed with how smart you are. even obsessed is an understatement.

⃗ “ugh, a sexy brainiac? how am I supposed to compete with that level of hot???”

⃗ loves watching you in your element, especially when you geek out over something.

⃗ probably even gave you some stupid nickname like ultimate sexy smartass or something. you mentally slap yourself.

⃗ toko feels almost comforted by you. she finds herself being able to rely on you for anything because you always kind of knew the answer to everything. makes her feel assured in a way.

❝ "hey toko!" you chime in as you pull a seat next to her, sitting down and watching her scribble onto pages in her book. "wha—! don't just.. appear like that! you surprised me!" you watch as toko looks up, her pen almost flying out of her hand.

"oops, sorry! didn't mean to interrupt the next award winning novel." you say as you grin, watching toko's reaction. "you read it!?" she replies and you mentally prepare yourself for a lecture when she instead pauses before speaking again.

"..did you like it?" toko asks, looking at you expectedly.

you nodded, sliding one of her earlier pages across the table. "it’s brilliant. your imagery? the way you build tension? it’s like watching lightning gather in the clouds before a storm. you write like a genius.”

she blinked at you. once. twice. her skin flushing red from your words. how do you make her heartbeat increase like that.. so easily!? "..are you flirting with me?"

"is it working?" you say smiling. "y/n! i was trying to concentrate here you know—!" toko says, her tone annoyed but the soft smile that she was fighting didn't go unnoticed by you. ❞

JUNKO ENOSHIMA !

⃗ obsessed with you. like insanely obsessed with you.

⃗ at first, she thinks it's such a boringg ultimate. pfft, ultimate prodigy? what even is that?

⃗ but then, when she watches you in action? watches you immediately master something in one try? she's gone for.

⃗ you're like one of the few people who can keep up with her stupid tactics and mind games. hell even counter them. and that drives her insane in the best way possible.

⃗ "and that's wh- junko? are you even listening to me!?" "you're so hot." "what the fuck!?"

⃗ thirsts over you 24/7. never knew she would find someone being intelligent this hot but here she is. never misses an opportunity to make a restraining order worthy comment about you.

⃗ jokes aside, she loves just how insane you are in that way. in brainrotted words, you match her freak immaculately.

⃗ also makes it her goal to test you and tease you whenever she can but she's never surprised when you beat her. she knew you would beat her. she has so much confidence in you it's insane.

⃗ even makes it her goal to find the most insane and twisted puzzles, knowing you would immediately solve it making her so excited.

⃗ does not care at all when you do something better than she can or beat her. hell, she wants you to beat her because she loves it. that's junko for you.

⃗ after you both started dating, she practically abandoned wikipedia or any help books. afterall, she has her own guide now. her hot guide who is her girlfriend.

⃗ literally calls you her hot wikipedia. no shame. zero shame.

⃗ "babeeee, i need your help with something!" "..again!?"

⃗ sometimes (most times) she would already understand something but would still ask you just because she loves watching you help her. freak. (cough)

❝ “i’ve thrown everything at you. despair speeches, manipulation, mind games,” she said, stretching the words out like taffy. “and you just sit there. all calm and genius-y and smug.” junko says, dragging out her words again as she leans back on the couch, acting annoyed. you smirk, laughing at her poor attempts and also her attempts to act like she's annoyed.

she groaned and flopped onto her back. “ugh. disgusting. i hate you. i wanna ruin you. i wanna kiss you.” you tilted your head. “in that order?”

she sat up sharply, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at you. “that right there! that’s what i mean! you don’t flinch. you don’t blush. you don’t even stutter.”

"technically, i am blushing. i'm just good at hiding it, unlike you." you say as you smirk, watching junko roll her eyes as she grinned too.

"anyways.. i meant what i said." "meant what?"

"i still wanna do what i said earlier, you know?" junko smirks as you throw a pillow at her. junko enoshima is going to be the death of you. and likewise you, her. ❞

endnote: hope you liked it <3 do lmk if it wasn't exactly what you wanted. as always, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated, as well as feedback! thank you!

[imaginehappyhavoc]

may I order a celeste, kyoko and toko (seperate) x fem reader who's epileptic hcs? Maybe perhaps include how'd they avoid their girlfriend around flashy stuff or how they'd act if their girlfriend had a seizure?

A/N: I myself am not epileptic, but my father is! (Was, rather. He was one of the lucky few who grew out of it.) Please let me know if there is anything I’ve gotten wrong here!

Pairings: Celestia Ludenberg x Reader, Kyoko Kirigiri x Reader, Toko Fukawa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort if you squint

Warnings: Mentions of epilepsy and grand mal seizures

Celestia Ludenberg:

♡ Listen, it’s difficult to get Celeste’s favor, but when you do she’s fiercely protective.

♡ She does her best to feign disinterest when you tell her you’re epileptic, but anyone could see her instant changes in behavior.

♡ She starts deliberately avoiding certain places, even ones that she frequents often, because she knows the lights are too stimulating there.

♡ Anytime the two of you are together in a public place, she sticks uncharacteristically close to you. She’ll even link your arms together as you walk so that she can quickly guide you away from unexpected triggers.

♡ Of course, she’ll refuse to admit any of this when asked. She’ll say something along the lines of “What? I simply decided against going there today. I’m quite unpredictable, you know.”

Kyoko Kirigiri:

♡ Even before she was your girlfriend, Kyoko took it upon herself to learn all she could about epilepsy and seizures as soon as she knew you had them.

♡ She only doubled down on her knowledge when the two of you started dating. She even went so far as to take classes on basic first aid.

♡ She develops a sort of sixth sense for this stuff as well. Her natural gift of perception is shockingly useful.

♡ It almost like having a service dog. The moment there’s a single flash, Kyoko’s tilting your head down and walking briskly toward the exit.

♡ She seems to know you’re going to have a seizure before you do. When it happens, she’s ruthlessly efficient.

♡ She knows exactly what to do, and how to do it. If anyone even tries to get in her way when she’s helping you, they’ll be getting a verbal takedown so vicious it warrants therapy.

♡ Otherwise, she just sits behind you, holding you steadily in the correct position and waiting for it to pass. She’ll pet your hair and mumble soothing words, even if she knows you’re past the point of being calmed by them.

Toko Fukawa:

♡ Toko, oh Toko. The poor girl is a walking panic response.

♡ She thought she was prepared for it if you had a seizure, really, she did! It was only when you started to go down that she realized how wrong she was.

♡ For as long as you were conscious, you tried to gently talk her through it. She was definitely absorbing the information, but she just couldn’t calm herself enough to but it into practice.

♡ She ended up calling an ambulance, in the most distress she’d ever felt in her life.

♡ After a while, though, she gets the hang of it.

♡ Her hands will never quite stop shaking, and she’ll always have to control her breathing, but now she can help you through it.

♡ She’ll hold your hand so tight as she leans against your back, keeping you in the proper position and reminding herself that she’ll have plenty of time to freak out after this passes.

♡ While she’s about a subtle as a brick to the face about it, she’ll always keep an eye out for any triggers.

♡ Again, she panics quite easy, so she ends up yanking you in the other direction with a high pitched squeak.

♡ Should anyone flash lights in your face on purpose? May God have mercy on their soul, because Toko surely won’t.

[floorbe]

Player of Cards, Player of…

[Celestia Ludenberg x Fem!Reader]

*COMMISSION PIECE FOR @jesseapples*

Warnings: nsft, vibrator activities, edging, light degradation, aftercare

Summary: You made a bet with the Ultimate Gambler. You’re losing horribly— and how perfect is that?

Pairings: Celestia Ludenberg / Fem!Reader

A/N: ugh i had sm fun writing this one wtf, hope yall enjoy!!!

Fandom: Danganronpa

Word count: ~1500

Soft, cool fabric traces along your forearm, brushing over your flushed skin as the material lowers. A gasp is torn from your agape mouth as the fabric suddenly swirls under your wrist, folding delicately over the sensitive skin. “C-Celeste—“ a breathy whine tumbles from your lips, back straining in an attempt to raise yourself, to encourage her to hurry, for God’s sake. There’s a brief pause before the fabric slips from your skin, making your eyes fly open in exasperation.

“We have not even begun,” Celeste sighs from above you, piercing red eyes trailing over your flushed cheeks, “And you are already so noisy.” Her head dips lower, black bangs falling in ringlets above your face, brushing against your cheekbones with a tickling prickle. It frames her face gorgeously, and you find yourself momentarily floating in your admiration of her.

She sits straddling your waist, thighs cushioned on either side of your hips as she hovers over you— still clothed, still in control. Red silk ribbon spills over her fingers, tumbling out and rolling until it pools on the sheet next to your head.

Her eyes rake down your form. You can only imagine what you look like— nude, half restrained to the bedposts surrounding you, chest heaving and back arching…

“I know what will help,” she nearly purrs, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she leans down further, spindly locks of hair pooling over your cheekbones. Her breath is hot against your lips, puffing with each steady, controlled breath she gives. Your body is on fire, already twitching from the anticipation of what she has in store— mind dizzying.

Her lips just barely brush against yours, a tease, a tickle— before she’s suddenly leaning back, swinging one of her legs over your hips. You can’t help the small whine that tears from your throat at the loss of a kiss, the loss of her face, admiring her expression… even if her new position put you in a downright lewd vision of her ass, pillowed by your midriff as her thighs bracket over you again, facing away. God, you’re not even allowed to touch, your hands wrapped tight.

“Celeste…” you whine again, squirming underneath her. Your body jerks as she suddenly swirls a thumb around your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure and shock through you.

“Patience,” she tuts, casting a glance over her shoulder at you. You can’t see the bottom half of her face, but the crinkle of her eye assures you she’s enjoying your impatience despite her words. “I think you will enjoy this. Or… Perhaps it will only be me?” she lets out a titter before you hear the distinct noise of a click followed closely by a bzzzt.

Any question forming in your mind dissipates the moment something brushes against your clit— something buzzing. When had she gotten a vibrator out? You have no time to ponder before the vibration is pressed firmly against your slick clit. Your body jerks, hips bucking up against your will as the jolt of pleasure suddenly turns almost overwhelming.

You can feel the buzz reverberating well past your clit, certainly not helped by how the vibrator seems to slip accidentally to press against your fluttering hole. “Apologies,” Celeste coos, and you can almost hear the smirk on her face, “The vibrator keeps slipping from how wet you are, pet. After only a few moments, too…” Your hips are rolling along with the vibrator now, thighs twitching each time the vibration clips your drippy folds.

“Are you wanting to withdraw, dear?”

Withdraw? Ah, that’s right. The bet you two made that got you into this in the first place: you’d been lightheartedly complaining about a comment she made, something about how quickly she could get you off, which led to you insisting she couldn’t, that she probably couldn’t even tell if you were close to cumming in the first place... You absolutely knew what challenging her would lead to, and God did it work out for you.

“N-no,” you gasp out, contrary to how your body arched into the toy, “I-I’m just vocal, that doesn’t mean—“

You’re cut off as she tilts the vibrator, letting it press to a particularly sensitive spot on your clit, one just barely out of comfort for your own hand to reach but that Celeste seemed to pick up on. Any words you had die on your tongue as your hips try to grind up into the toy, already feeling that familiar weakness that comes with the ramp up to your orgasm. You bite your lower lip, letting out a harsh breath in hopes of hiding how close you were from her.

The vibrator leaves your cunt instantly, killing the delicious ramp that your pleasure had been taking. “What was it that you were saying, pet?” she asks innocuously, glancing back at you from over her shoulder.

You take a moment to let your eyes flutter shut, grieving the lost orgasm before you meet her gaze again, “I said n-no.”

Her visible eye narrows, and you hear the vibrator buzz back to life. You let out a strangled gasp as she presses it against your pussy again, the vibration more intense— had she turned up the intensity? You’re torn between jerking away from the almost overstimulation and grinding into it, still reeling from your lost orgasm. Her thighs bracket your hips, squeezing them to keep you firmly planted.

You’re helpless as she works you back up to the edge of another orgasm, thighs tingling, back arching off the bed as you moan out. “Oh, fuck, Celeste—“ you gasp as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm, stomach tightening deliciously as your hips push against hers, straining to grind into the pleasure.

It’s gone the next moment. You barely restrain yourself from the groan of frustration bubbling in your throat, throwing your head back haughtily against the bed. “And now?” Celeste asks, holding the vibrator enticingly above her shoulder for you to see.

“No.”

You don’t know how long Celeste keeps you there, pinned to the bed with a vibrator pressed into your oversensitive folds. Each round leaves your body twitching more, your quips deteriorating each time until all you can do is whine in response to her. Your mind is hazy, fogged over by the wanton need to cum, to finally get release for however many times Celeste has edged you already.

Your thighs are sore, trembling with the amount of times you’d clenched them together, unsure whether you wanted to squeeze the toy closer or farther away from you. You let your eyes fall shut once more, heavy breaths weighing your chest down with each exhale.

“And now?” Celeste’s voice almost scares you— you hadn’t realized how silent the room had gotten when she turned off the toy. She shifts more this time she checks, her full face stretching over her shoulder. Her expression is neutral, but you see the way her eyes inspect every inch of your expression, your body, checking. Her voice is just slightly softer, nigh unnoticeable if you were anyone else, but you know her— she’s making sure you’re okay, even if she can’t quite get the raw words out.

The swell of affection that squeezes your chest is what breaks your resolve. “Please,” you gasp out, giving her your most pleading eyes, “Celeste.”

“Mm, I will need to hear you withdraw.”

“Celeste—“

Bzzt.

“Okay! Okay, I withdraw, I—“ you don’t get to finish your exclamation before the vibrator is on you again, a gentle intensity that still makes your poor pussy jerk with the stimulation. Your eyes fly wide open as she keeps it steady on your cunt, finally lessening the hold she had on your hips to allow you to grind into the toy. Her eyes are on you, now, even while twisted awkwardly to keep the toy held against you.

You whine at the attention, hips bucking as you feel your orgasm ramp up for the umpteenth time. Your thighs are heavy as it grows, abdomen almost aching with how many times it’d been wound up throughout the night. “Oh God, oh—“ you choke out as she winds you up again, breathing growing heavier as you feel yourself teeter on the edge.

“Cum, pet,” Celeste purrs, and with that, you’re cumming. Your back snaps into an arch, jaw dropping open in a lewd moan of her name. You swear you see white, hips bucking up as she keeps the vibrator firm on your clit throughout your orgasm. You don’t even realize the noises you��re letting out as you cum, wrists straining almost painfully against your bonds.

Celeste moves the toy away from you as she notices your body begin to twitch more, more overstimulating than pleasurable, and clicks it off. She climbs off of your form, spinning around to meet your gaze once again. “How are you?” she asks after a moment, producing a cloth from nowhere to wipe you off.

“Good,” you sigh between heavy breaths, eyes fluttering shut as you sink into the bed, “Really good.”

“Mm. I hope you have learned your lesson,” she tuts, dabbing the sweat from your still heaving form, “I would hate to have to retrain you.”

A shiver runs down your form at her words, causing her to meet your gaze again. You bite your lip, tugging on it with your teeth before you speak up again, “…Beginners luck.”

She’s back on top of you before you can finish your sentence.

[matchaxberries]

Hello! May I request Kyoko and Celeste (separately) with fem reader that loves when they wear lipstick and leaves marks on her during make out?

Have a good day :)

Smudged Kisses

Kyoko Kirigiri/Celestia Ludenberg (Seperate) x F!Reader

One-Shots/Drabbles, Requested, a bit NSFW (smut)

Summary: Kyoko goes out while (y/n) rests, and comes home with a bag of new makeup. (Y/n) takes it upon herself to give her girlfriend a small makeover with some of the new items, and soon it turns into (y/n) getting a bit of a makeover too. / Celeste is getting herself ready for the day, after a bit of (y/n)’s help she plans to head out. But, one kiss decided she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

Warnings: Both are established relationship. Neck kissing, makeout session, fem compliments. / Nickname darling for reader, nickname dear for reader, I call Celeste goth, reader is called pretty girl, a bit more suggestive than the other.

(A/N) I’m not sure if you wanted headcanons, drabbles, or one-shots, so you get a one-shot for both! :3 Sorry my uploads stopped for a few days, I got writers block and I’m so sleepy. This also ended up being a bit shorter than I thought, so it’s a bit more like drabbles than one-shots. 3: Also this is like modern. I didn’t mention the killing game in either, but I also didn’t specify that there wasn’t one.

𝓚𝔂𝓸𝓴𝓸🔎

(Y/n) lays tangled in blankets, stretching her body as she had just woken up. She turns over to wrap an arm around her purple hair lover, but quickly realizes her side of the bed is cold, and is vacant. (Y/n) sits up looking around quickly, no one but her being in the shared room. Almost as if on cue, the door slowly opens, and (y/n)’s lover peeks around the edge of the door.

“Ah, (y/n). You’re awake.” Kyoko states with a small smile, walking all the way into the room sitting a bag down with unknown contents. “What’s in the bag?” (Y/n) questions, looking her girlfriend in the eye. Kyoko only avoids the question, wrapping her arms around (y/n) who is still sitting up in the bed. “Do you know what time it is? It’s far too late for you to just be waking up.” She scolds at her, (y/n) only replies with a smile, “I was having a good dream, I didn’t expect you to be gone as soon as I woke up though.” Her smile forms into a pout, and she pushes herself off the bed to give Kyoko a proper hug back.

(Y/n) releases her, and quickly turns from her grasp walking to the table where the bag sat. She grabs it opening up to look at its contents, a small hum coming from her as she sees. “You got new makeup?” She questions, turning to look at Kyoko while still holding the bag. Kyoko gives hum in reply, “I was running out of lipstick, and there was a small deal going on at the store, so I grabbed a bit extra too.” (Y/n) only gives a small giggle in reply, “can I do your makeup then?” She questions, and her lover only returns a nod, “I suppose you can, just don’t make me look weird.”

(Y/n) sits in between Kyoko’s legs, sitting on their bed. Sprawled out to the side of them both is a bunch of makeup, including the new things that were just bought. Kyoko sits leaning against the bed frame, as to be comfortable and so it is easy for (y/n) to reach her face. (Y/n) hums as she gets to work, picking up a primer and smoothing it out over her girlfriends face. She is as gentle as possible, adoring the way her fingers run over the already smooth skin of the girl’s face. Kyoko lets out a small content sigh, satisfied at the feeling of the slightly cool primer, and the way her partners fingers feel running across her face.

(Y/n) finally makes it to the last step of Kyoko’s makeup, the lipstick. She picks up the brand new one she had bought, and lightly runs it over Kyoko’s lips. (Y/n) smiles, and asks for her to rub her lips together to finish up. “Thank you, hand me the mirror.” Kyoko requests, as (y/n) grabs the mirror for her, turning it in her direction. She lets out a small hum, “it looks very good, the new lipstick I got feels a bit too dark for me though.” With that statement, (y/n) tilts her head, “I think it’s perfect!” She gives a small pout, wrapping her arms around Kyoko’s neck, “anything you wear looks good.” She continues her previous statement. She then places a small kiss on her lips, and Kyoko returns it.

(Y/n) pulls away for a moment, reaching up to her lips and lightly rubbing them, looking down at the tips of her fingers now stained the same color as her girlfriends lips. Kyoko gives a small smile, and (y/n)‘s face becomes a bit red, thinking of the marks that could be left all over her from the pigment. (Y/n) leans in for another kiss, as it becomes a bit more heated and desperate. Kyoko holds (y/n)‘s face in her hands, deepening the kiss and slipping a tongue past her lips. (Y/n) gives a small noise, pulling away after a moment, panting. Kyoko continues, and begins to kiss down her lovers neck, the color on herself leaving marks of her lips on her neck. (Y/n) whines, and lightly pulls Kyoko’s head back up to her face, embarrassed from the contact and marks being left on her. She kisses Kyoko on the cheek, and jaw, leaving her own faint marks.

“(Y/n), you look so pretty.” Kyoko states, with a smile. She only puffs her cheeks out in response, “don’t start…” she lays her lips on Kyoko’s again, and she reaches her hand to the sides of their mouth, smearing the lipstick she left on (y/n) off to the side some.

After a continued heated make out session, they finally come to a stop. (Y/n) looks down at the mirror that was discarded to the side, seeing the lip marks, and smeared lipstick on her own face. This causes her to heat up some more, tilting her head to the side, still staring into the mirror. “Maybe you should wear lipstick more often…” she mumbles, mostly to herself. Kyoko overhears, and only lets out a small hum. “If that’s what you’d like.”

𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮♠️

Celeste slides her last ring on, more like a finger cuff but she calls them her rings. “Darling, come help me tie my hair.” She requests to the girl sitting on the bed behind her. (Y/n) gives a small smile, pushing herself off the bed and walking over to Celeste who is seated at her cute vanity. The vanity is black, with an organized display of her makeup and jewelry. On the mirror is a few photos of her, and her girlfriend.

(Y/n) hums as she grabs the brush off the vanity, standing behind Celeste, and brushing her hair up, to tie it. She brings one side of her hair, into her hand, and loops it through the hair-tie. She repeats the process on the other side, and grabs the curling iron off of the vanity as well. It’s already on, and has been heating, so she styles her rather goth girlfriends pigtails into neat drill like curls. “You’re so kind for helping me, my dear.” Celeste hums, watching in the mirror as her lover works away. (Y/n) gives a smile, and continues to curl her hair. “Okay, you’re finished!” She turns the curling iron off, sitting it back down on the vanity.

Celeste turns to her, and pulls her down very gently to place a kiss on her lips. Her hands are resting on the sides of (y/n)‘s face, which causes her ring on her finger to lightly rub against her skin. The pair pulls away after a moment for air, and (y/n) glances at herself in the mirror, Celeste’s lipstick now faintly present on her lips, smeared to the side by some.

(Y/n) leans back down, kissing her girlfriend again. Celeste gives a small hum, and lightly pulls her down into her own lap so she isn’t bending so much. She doesn’t have her big dress on yet, so she doesn’t need to worry about anything being messed with or ruined. “Quite needy, are we?” She questions (y/n), parting their lips away from each other for a moment. (Y/n) gives a huff, pointing at her own lips smudged with Celeste’s lipstick. Celeste tilts her head with a small giggle, “I see, you look cute wearing my color, darling.”

Celeste begins to trail kisses from (y/n)‘s lips, to her jaw, she uses her finger with the cuff to tilt (y/n) up by the chin, placing light pressure in her finger. She continues kissing down her lovers neck, being sure to leave marks and smears from her lips. (Y/n) gives a small noise when Celeste makes it to a certain spot, and so she takes her finger and lightly traces circles where her sweet spot is.

Celeste continues kissing back up (y/n)‘s neck, getting back to her jaw, then up again to her lips. She kisses her a bit more roughly, and holds (y/n) by the back of the head with her free hand. She finally pulls away, then turns to the mirror, making (y/n) tilt her head to look in it. “Look at my pretty girl…” She hums to her, tracing her finger along each mark, and smudge she made across (y/n)‘s face and neck. She turns away, wrapping her arms around Celeste. “Don’t be mean...” She mutters back, and she lets out a small content sigh.

Celeste gets up, (y/n) still in her arms, and she gently places her down back to her own feet. “Now I’ll have to fix my own makeup because of you, when I get back home later you’ll have to apologize for it.” She smiles to her, and walks away to go into their shared bathroom to clean off the smears at her own lips. (Y/n) makes her way back to sit on the bed, not bothering to clean off the marks on herself. She smiles and lightly touches them, humming and thinking of what they’ll do together once Celeste comes back home later.

Word count: 850 / 651 (1,501)

Character count: 4,532 / 3,483 (8,015)

(A/N 2) Again I’m sorry this took me so long. It’s also way shorter than I intended. I didn’t have much of an opportunity to write in the last few days, and I didn’t have inspiration for anything in my inbox for a while. But now I’m finishing all the requests. If you want a continuation, or have anymore requests send them in. :3 Thanks for being patient.

Masterlist

Request Rules

[gummy-bearz]

UHRM HELLO

There is like no Celeste content and that breaks my heart so mych 💔

BUT

Uhmrmrmrnrn Celeste and F!sub!reader general nsfw hcs..? Maybe..? I LIVE HER SM

NSFW

Celestia Ludenberg X Sub!Fem!Reader hcs

LITERALLY. i luv celeste sm THANK YOUUUUU for requesting this and like I am in LOVE with dominant celeste.

— mod hiyoko

- Celeste marks you by leaving hickeys on your neck. Sometimes she'll even wear lipsticks and imagines herself as a vampire doing it. (I thought that she already wore lipstick omg?)

- She is INSANELY interested by oral sex. Celeste doesn't really enjoy giving it, but she loves receiving it.

+ It's honestly like you live in between this woman's legs.

- Getting teased by Celeste can honestly be like torture. She'll humiliate you, leaving you all desperate and whiny.

- She's into the whole entire "master and maid" role play.

- Also into bondage, Celeste loves the idea of having you tied up. If she wants to REALLY humiliate you then she'll tie you up in suggestive poses.

- If she's feeling her usual self, she goes at quite a normal pace.

+ But if she's quite stressed, she goes FAST.

- Will check up on you just to make sure you're not THAT sore.

[lookingforyn]

Could I please have Celestia Ludenberg x a puppy-like reader? Like wears the ears and tail, barks along with talking, loves pampering, the works ^^ preferably fluff with some hurt/comfort if that's okay-

Absolutely that sounds adorable ☺️!!

Celestia Ludenberg with a puppy-like reader

SFW, requested, fluff, hurt/comfort, headcannon form, gender neutral pronouns, killing game setting,

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•She was taken back by such an “odd” talent. The ultimate puppy dog? How was that even possible to obtain? Do you walk on all fours and use a doggy diaper as well?

•After observing you however with time came ease to her judgmental attitude towards you using you as a form of entertainment at the start of the killing game

•She would drink her tea while reading in the kitchen you would walk in minding your own business then all of the sudden she would throw a spoon or a sweet treat across the room triggering your talent to run and grab it as fast as you could and quickly returning it to her

•Even if you didn’t want to you couldn’t help but wag your tail from the thrill of it all. To rub it in your face more Celest would call out “Good puppy” with or without people in the room making you bark and grin with excitement your tail going 20 miles per hour

•At first she did it to mess with you but after (a short) amount of time she started to play with you and praise you lovingly finding you as a person (and a puppy) charming and still very entertaining

•I mean it just makes sense to have you around. Hafumi is her pet pig sure he gets the job done but no one wants a pig. A dirty creature walking around all pathetic. A puppy on the other hand is loyal, obedient, caring and adorable while doing so! You never see someone say how cute their pet pig is but everyone loves puppy’s don’t they?

•One advantage you have from your talent however is your ability to manipulate people with your “puppy eyes” which Celestia has fallen for many times even if she doesn’t admit. How could she not give you a biscuit with your tilted head and your softly wagging tail?

•At first, you were outcasted from the class due to your unusual ultimate with most of the students not seeing your capabilities and beautiful qualities until much later. Celestia did warm up sooner then the others but only so she could use you which you got the hint early on but after some time with you, her guilt consumed her for how she treated you when you met

•To make it up to you she pampers you like crazy!!! She takes you to the bathhouse to relax while also clipping your nails, brushing your tail and ears, and surprisingly she gives amazing massages

•Celestia now incorporates her workout routine with spending quality time with you! She likes to run on the treadmill while holding your collar as you walk/run on the other one beside her. It keeps her company and she thinks it’s cute how excited you get when she brings up the gym at all

•She also let’s you sleep in her bed all cozy curled up beside her (although she is not a fan of you spinning around five times before actually laying down) but after you’ve found the perfect spot, she now has the habit of petting your head and stroking your hair as you both drift off to sleep. You can also hear one more “Good puppy” and “You’ve done a great job” softly speak to you right before Celestia goes fully into unconsciousness for the night

•This girl always has a small bag of treats with her just for you (not actually dog treats ofc) she gives them after practicing tricks with you but she also lets you have one or two throughout the day just because

•Her favourite tricks she likes to practice with you are the ones we’re lots of jumping is required. She thinks it’s remarkable how flexible and strong your body is to do all of these stunts, let alone in the air. As you flip and jump and spin all she can do is admire your skill while endless amounts of praise’s comes from her mouth

•She makes sure to get you the cutest toys from Monokuma’s shop. All the ropes, balls, stuffies and chew toys your heart desires end up on Celestias bed waiting for you to play with them. She loves when you show them off to her so happy you have such a wonderful plaything. “Yes it’s a very nice toy, now play nicely like the good pup you are.” She will say petting your head with one hand while the other softly scratches under your chin

•You make her very emotional when you’re in distress, how you whine and shiver your ears pointed down to the ground when a “Bad dog!” is said to you. She can’t help but baby you even more then she already does when she finds you curled up in the corner scratching at the ground anxiously after the end of a trial. “My poor pup, let me help you up onto the bed so you can get some sleep with me. I’ll fluff the pillows for you. No one will hurt you I promise. You’re such a good puppy hm?” She says softly while stroking your back ever so gently not to startle you

•All in all, after a bit of time to warm up to you, she really does appreciate who you are as a person and has now fallen in love with your unique and wonderful talent 🤍

[sips-tea-cutely]

*taps fingers together* May I please have some headcanons for Sayaka, Celeste, Sakura and Kiyondo with a writer s/o who has trouble getting a muse (for whoever wants to)

Sayaka, Celestia, Sakura & Kiyondo’s writer s/o looking for a muse

a/n: please love me again, i wrote something _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

#Sayaka Maizono

a light novel about magical girls? thats pretty interesting!! <333

she’d ask you for people with personality types you’re looking for and have you meet them. would be so happy if they’re a perfect fit!! (albeit a little jealous you’ll spend time with them)

every person she meets, thinks of you!! “would they be a good muse?”

would be hella honored if you ask her to be your muse and would happily answer any questions you’d want to know!

is so proud of any books you write and will happily proofread for you!! <333

cant rely on too much criticism from her though since she thinks anything you do is great but still <333

#Celestia Ludenberg

a novel depicting the life of a victorian lady in europe? ahh, she knows why you brought it up to her. of course, of course she’ll be your muse, dear <3

may or not write down tid bits about her day as a way to help you fill the blanks spots.

if she were to actually help find muses, she’d probably only recommend the men she has graded rank A such as… byakuya :00!!

of course, it was already expected that you’d ask her to be your muse, it was only a matter of time! for her dearest s/o, it will be free of charge, don’t worry :)

adores being your first reader! will read it in the morning while drinking her royal milk tea, how elegant!

still won’t be easy and will point out anything that could need fixing but would praise you especially on the things you did well!! <3

#Sakura Ogami

a martial arts story? thats amazing!! you have sakura’s 1000% support!!!

she will do ANYTHING to help you! by that, i mean she’d even ask her ex-rival/crush, kenshiro to be your muse! (still would be a lil disappointed you didn’t ask her </33)

would also tell you about the practices her and her family practice in a dojo as well as the history of martial arts, of course, only if you need it!!

would be super happy if you asked her to be your muse!! if you have trouble focusing, she’d get a coffee and protein shake for the two of you for the focus! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

like sayaka, also happy to proofread!! tbh, i think she’d read it multiple times, not cause it’s confusing, just because she knows you put effort into it :).

won’t be so light but wouldn’t be as brutal as celeste, the perfect middle! she’d give criticism about parts that were a little vague and would be happy to help you correct it!

#Kiyondo Ishida

a political romance novel? YESS YOU GO BABE !!! <33333

so aggressively supportive!! never too aggressive to scare you though, he’s still the ultimate moral compass!!

would be a little fragile to tell you about his grandfather and the schemes he did to rise to power but still glad to help you! even he has to agree, his grandfather is a bit of a villain

you want him as the main character’s inspiration? YES, OFC BABE <3333333 willing to tell you anything you’d like to know!!!

loves reading the things you write!! may or may not show it to everyone and ramble about how creative and talented you are! (would say you should be the ultimate writer and not toko/hj)

like sakura, very kind with criticism! never talks too loudly when criticizing lest you might be sensitive and cry. very helpful with writing though, he’s like a walking dictionary!!

[frickingnerd]

yandere celestia ludenberg

pairing: celestia ludenberg x gn!reader

tags: posessive!celeste, toxic relationship, switching between cruel!celeste & loving!celeste, celeste spoiling reader

celestia views you, her precious darling, as a possession!

when you agreed to be hers, you forfeited all rights to make your own decisions. if you want to be hers, then you'll have to obey her at all times and she won't let you take it back!

celestia loves to spoil you, but only if you've been good to her! meaning, you'll have to spoil her in return and shower her with affection and gifts!

celestia always considered herself to be the most important person, yet when she fell in love with you, she became willing to share that spot at the top

but she constantly wants you to prove your worth. her love is conditional and she might grow bored of you, like a child of a toy they played with for too long

celestia isn't above cruel behavior for her own amusement. if you're not acting the way she wants you to, she'll berate and belittle you, until you break down crying or start acting the part!

in front of your friends – if she allows you to see them at all – celestia always plays the perfect girlfriend, loving and sweet, so that nobody would ever believe you if you spoke ill of her…

[deliciousspecimen]

If you're willing do you mind doing that last prompt you did (the one with Mahiru and Kaede, also fuck that Hina guy wtf) but with Kyoko, Celeste and Toko? I really enjoy subby readers and my gay heart is screaming ♥️

A/N: Absolutely! I tried to make it more subby, I hope this is what you wanted :} Also, yeah, I agree. That guy was super fucking weird. Hopefully, it won't be a problem anymore, though.

Journey into Intimacy pt.2

pt.1

Smut Headcanons for Kyoko, Celeste, and Toko (plus Genocide Jack).

18+ MDNI

Warnings: Sexual Content/Intimacy, Light Dom/Sub Dynamics, First times, Split Personality (?)

Word Count: 2098

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Kyoko:

- The Talk Comes First: Kyoko doesn’t act without knowing the full picture. She’ll sit beside (Y/N), voice calm and soothing, hands gently folded in her lap. “Are you sure you’re ready?” she’ll ask- not to test her, but to assure her she’s not going anywhere if she’s not. The detective always makes sure the emotional groundwork is solid before taking any step forward.

- Subtle Nervousness: She seems composed, but the truth is in the little things: how her fingers linger longer than usual, how she hesitates before speaking, how her eyes flick to (Y/N)’s lips then away again. It’s not fear- it’s hope. Quiet, careful hope that (Y/N) will want this just as much as she does.

- Soft, Private Setting: Kyoko prepares everything in advance: the room is clean, the sheets are freshly changed, the lights are low and warm. Maybe there’s a playlist in the background- instrumental, minimal vocals. She creates an atmosphere that wraps around (Y/N) like a protective spell.

- Guided Reassurance: She reads (Y/N)’s every reaction like she’s solving a case. If her breath catches or her fingers twitch, she slows. “Is this okay?” she murmurs. “We stop the moment you say so.” There is no judgment in her voice, only care.

- Uncharacteristically Soft Words: When the walls fall, they fall completely. “You’re beautiful,” she whispers against (Y/N)’s skin. “I’ve never trusted anyone this much.” Her words are rare gems, only shared when they matter most- raw and real in a way that Kyoko doesn’t allow herself to be often.

- Taking Her Time: She savors every kiss, every brush of skin. Her touches are slow, almost reverent, like she's memorizing the love of her life. She’s not rushing to an end- she’s exploring, mapping, learning. Her pace says ‘you matter to me’.

- Detective Instincts… for Love: If (Y/N) tenses, if her voice falters, if her expression shifts even slightly- she knows. She adjusts instantly. “We don’t have to go further. We can just be here.” Kyoko is attentive in a way that feels like she’s holding your soul in her hands.

- She Makes It About (Y/N): This isn’t about her. Kyoko pays attention to (Y/N)’s sighs, her shivers, her breath. She adapts to what she needs, and finds joy in giving her pleasure- not just physically, but emotionally. She’s endlessly patient, giving without asking for anything back.

- Detective-Level Focus: The way (Y/N)’s back arches? Noted. The little gasp when she kisses a certain spot? Locked in. She pieces it together like evidence, each detail helping her uncover exactly how to make her unravel.

- Hands First, Always Controlled: Kyoko’s fingers are her most precise tools- slender, confident, and deliberate. Even with gloves, she’s devastatingly effective. She doesn’t rush, she doesn’t falter. “I want to feel you come undone for me,” she murmurs, and she does.

- Kisses Between Commands: While her fingers do the work, her mouth follows: trailing kisses down (Y/N)’s neck, teeth nipping her collarbone, lips warm and firm. Her voice is low: “Don’t run. Let it happen.” She grounds her with both command and comfort.

- If She Uses Her Mouth… (Y/N)’s Doomed: Kyoko between her thighs is a study in devotion. She licks with purpose, pressure, and slow-building heat. Her hands keeps (Y/N) open, her eyes locked on hers. Every look says, ‘don’t look away from me’. And (Y/N) can't.

- She Talks (Y/N) Through It: “You’re close.” “That’s it, stay with me.” “I want you to let go.” Her voice alone is enough to push her over. She speaks in that even, warm tone (Y/N) trusts more than anything.

- Body Language Queen: When (Y/N) starts trembling, she grounds her. “Breathe. I’ve got you,” she whispers, and she does. She’s right there, adjusting her pace, never leaving her to ride it out alone. She breaks her down just to hold her through it.

- Finishing: When (Y/N) finally falls apart, she catches every piece. Shes in her arms before she can even think. “You did so well,” she murmurs against her temple. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” Her embrace is firm, warm, and unshakable.

- Gentle Aftercare: Warm water, soft clothes, slow fingers brushing through (Y/N)’s hair- Kyoko takes care of her like it’s second nature. Not for show, not for reward, but because (Y/N)’s hers, and that means everything. She wipes her down, tucks her into bed, kisses her wrist or her knuckles. The silence is not awkward- it’s safe. It’s filled with everything she can’t say aloud yet.

- Protective Instincts: She doesn’t move far. Her arm stays around (Y/N)’s waist, her forehead rests against hers, and she whispers, “I’m proud of you.” Even in sleep, she keeps her close, like she’s guarding something precious.

- And Later, When (Y/N)’s Ready: Kyoko brings it up again, gently. “How did that feel for you?” she asks, genuinely curious. She’s not looking for praise- she’s looking to learn, to understand, to grow. “Tell me everything. I want to know you.”

- A New Level of Bond: Afterwards, something in her softens permanently. She reaches for (Y/N)’s hand more in public, touches her back when she’s nervous, sits a little closer when she’s quiet. Her gestures stay small but deeply meaningful.

Celeste:

- Velvet Patience: Celeste is unnervingly calm, even in the most delicate situations. Her voice is a steady lull, her touch a whisper. She picks up on every nervous glance, every stuttered breath, and treats it not as hesitation- but as precious vulnerability to be cherished, not rushed.

- Curated Intimacy: Every moment is an event to Celeste. She crafts the room like a stage deep crimson sheets, flickering candlelight, the warm scent of roses and cinnamon tea. It's a soft fantasy she’s prepared just for (Y/N)- a world where tension melts away.

- Gentle Consent: Before anything begins, she cups (Y/N)’s cheek and asks, “Are you certain, my dear?” Her tone is so gentle, it borders on reverent. Consent, to her, is sacred. One “stop,” and she’ll halt without hesitation, offering warmth and cuddles instead.

- Experience Without Arrogance: Though she’s clearly confident and well-versed, Celeste never flaunts it. She leads with grace, not dominance. Her touches are exploratory, not possessive. She lets (Y/N) guide the pace, only stepping in to soothe or steady with tender encouragement.

- Laughter in Lace: If things go clumsy, she doesn’t blink. She just smiles, maybe chuckles, and says something like, “Perfection is dull, darling. I much prefer sincerity.” It eases the moment, makes (Y/N) feel seen and safe.

- Emotional First, Physical Second: For Celeste, intimacy without emotional resonance is meaningless. She watches (Y/N)’s face more than anything, whispering things like, “You’re doing beautifully,” or, “You have no idea how radiant you are when you trust me.”

- Slow, Intentional Control: Celeste doesn’t rush pleasure. She draws it out like a skilled gambler playing the long game. Her voice drops, sultry and steady: “Relax, mon amour. I know exactly how to make you tremble.” She plays (Y/N) like a prized deck of cards- every shuffle intentional.

- Bare Devotion: She begins with her hands- every movement is slow, studied, circular. One hand soothes while the other teases. If (Y/N) starts to shake, she holds her steady, whispering praise like silk over skin.

- Sweet Words, Wicked Edges: Celeste’s mouth is poetic even in passion. “You’re already this wet? How delightful…” Her tone stays elegant, teasing, yet never crude. She relishes how (Y/N) blushes, coaxing out gasps with every breathy murmur.

- Worship with Her Mouth: Between (Y/N)’s thighs, Celeste becomes reverent- like a queen worshiping a goddess. She alternates pressure and tempo with the finesse of a maestro. Occasionally, she pauses just to listen to the whimper she elicits, then resumes with a devilish glint in her eyes.

- Gentle Restraint: When things peak, Celeste adds pressure with a steady hand on (Y/N)’s hips. If she tries to squirm away or close her legs, Celeste parts them again, whispering, “No hiding, mon trésor. Let me see all of you.”

- Intuitive as a Card Shark: She reads (Y/N)’s reactions like a pro- breath catches, legs tense, voice cracks. Her every move is adjusted in response, keeping (Y/N) right at the edge until she knows- now. Only then does she let her fall.

- Hidden Softness: Only (Y/N) sees her like this- bare-voiced and slightly trembling when she says, “Thank you… for trusting me with something so precious.” It’s the rare crack in her otherwise theatrical façade, and it makes (Y/N) fall even harder.

- That First Finish- Her True Victory: The moment (Y/N) comes undone, Celeste doesn’t let go immediately. She eases her down slowly, lips softening, drawing out every last tremble. Her reward isn’t the climax itself- it’s the broken, blissful trust in (Y/N)’s voice afterward.

- Post-Climax Bliss: Afterward, Celeste is all silk and silence. She brings tea, tucks (Y/N) into bed, and curls around her like a shield. Her parting whisper? “You did beautifully… I hope I was unforgettable.” (Y/N) clings to her, dazed, and Celeste’s smile lingers in the dark.

- Aftercare Royalty: She doesn’t just do aftercare- she elevates it. Warm tea, gentle cleaning, luxurious sleepwear, and the softest embrace. (Y/N) gets to lie on her chest, feeling her fingertips move slowly through her hair as she whispers, “You are safe. You are adored.”

Toko (plus Jack):

- Nervous to the Core: The moment intimacy even approaches the conversation, Toko’s stammering like her life depends on it. “I-I-I- this is m-m-moving so fast! W-We haven’t even talked about lighting conditions!!”

- Hopeless Romantic: Her ideal “first time” is something out of a tragic Victorian novel- faint candlelight, whispered poetry, trembling confessions. She would kill for rose petals.

- Check-in Queen: “A-Are you okay? Did that hurt? I-I can stop- no really, just say the word!!” She checks in every ten seconds, desperate to get things “right.”

- Overheats Instantly: Compliment her? She short-circuits. “You’re so gentle, Toko.” - Cue wide-eyed stare, open mouth, and total emotional collapse.

- Tactile Panic, But Devotion: Touching (Y/N)? Terrifying. But she still does it, hands shaking, because she wants to. She takes her time, watching her reactions like she's memorizing scripture.

- Sacred Kisses: Every kiss is given with shaking lips and reverence. Like she’s afraid she’ll break the moment if she breathes too hard.

- Miracle Complex: When (Y/N) moans? She looks like she’s seen God. “I-I did that? You… because of me?” It's part pride, part panic, part euphoria. “I n-never thought anyone would… want me… Like that.”

- Taking the Stage-: When things get too intense for Toko- sneeze, slice, cackle- Jack’s on deck with that wild grin- “Well helloooo, lover~”

- Confidence on Fire: Where Toko panics, Jack thrives. She's flirty, bold, and loves teasing (Y/N) just to watch her squirm. Even so, shes weirdly considerate? She knows when to reel it in. If (Y/N)’s nervous, she dials it back (still grinning, of course). “Don’t cry on me now, babe. You’re doing sooo good~”

- Romance, But Make It Unhinged: Kisses (Y/N)’s knuckles while whispering, “You're the only one who makes me wanna play nice.” And she means it.

- Tongue Game- Dangerous: She’s filthy. Loud, wet, teasing- moaning like she’s the one getting off from tasting (Y/N). “Damn, sweetheart, you taste like sin~”

- Edge Queen: She loves dragging it out, edging until (Y/N)’s thighs tremble and she’s breathless. All while praising and taunting in equal measure.

- Orgasm Hunter: When she knows (Y/N)’s close, she gets feral. Eyes wild, tongue relentless, chasing her climax like it’s prey.

- Takes Care Afterwards (Sorta): Gently kisses (Y/N)s thighs, helps her clean up… while making a very inappropriate joke. “Can’t break my toy on the first playdate~”

- Balance of Soft and Savage: Toko builds the emotional intensity, Jack brings the fire. (Y/N) learns which version she wants depending on her mood. Toko starts it, slow and shaky. Jack finishes it, wild and ruthless. Tag-team of the century.

- Loving Navigation: (Y/N) learns how to hold Toko through the panic and keep Jack from going full menace. It's a labor of love- beautiful, weird, messy. Despite all the madness, both parts of Toko genuinely want to love and worship (Y/N)… they just express it very differently.

[despairing-hope-imagines]

i’m really sorry if you wanted to read for hifumi, i just can’t take the guy seriously in this case.

- mod maki

> THH Characters accidentally walk in on you changing (pt. 1)

> this may potentially cause dysphoria, so i just want to put a quick trigger warning.

(non despair au)

Makoto

Was headed to your room in search of something he’d misplaced. "Hey, have you seen—GAH!". Instant surprise when he makes eye contact with you in your underwear. the ahoge is upright in surprise (or maybe another feeling). immediately slams door shut behind him. poor guy is so embarrassed.

Kyoko

She just kinda enters your room as she pleases since she’s that close with you. Bad timing this once, however. "Is there any-," immediately cuts off when she sees you. Holds intense and awkward eye contact for one second and then turns and closes the door behind her. "Lock the door next time." (she’s blushing behind the door lmao)

Aoi

It was just business as usual with Aoi trying to locate something with not much success. She thought she’d try asking you. Apparently you were in your room. "Heyyy, do you know whe—AH! I’M SO SORRY," Jams her eyes shut and slams the door closed behind her. It took a second for her to process because she’s used to changing rooms. Not this time.

Byakuya

This bitch has zero regard for others so he just waltzes right on in to try and tell you something (only reason he was there was because of unlucky timing... or was it...). "Holy shit! Give me some warning next time!". If you yell back, expect a yelling match from behind the door. High key hiding his face because he���s a lil bit red. Toko is also fuming elsewhere.

Celeste

went to come and find you for some reason i can’t really be bothered to think of rn cuz it’s 1:30am. softly opens the door and accidentally scares you. you drop your shirt. she raises her eyebrows in surprise and covers her mouth delicately in her usual fashion, apologizes, then closes the door again. you now might live in her mind rent free. catch her with an unconventionally coloured face for a bit.

Chihiro

poor baby was just trying to go to your room to drop something off in your dorm but didn’t realize that you’d be changing right as he entered. so he made eye contact with you just standing in your underwear. DROP EVERYTHING AND HIDE. whatever he had is now on the floor and he’s out the door, crying an apology while hiding his beet-red face.

Hifumi

the only reason this guy would go near your room is to collect back some manga he might have lent you. by the chance he did walk in on you changing, he feels nothing. he no longer registers 3d as being attractive anymore.

Junko

she’s just gonna enter any unlocked room she sees because she has no regard for others. so she just slams open your door, announces she’s bored and realizes you’re in the middle of changing. whoops. she luckily has enough respect for you to say nothing and just close the door behind her. she’s caught off guard for a couple seconds. if you have good eyes, you could even notice that she was blushing a little.

Mukuro

sometimes she just comes to your room when she needs a little bit of escape time from her sister, and now was one of those times. (this was a thing you organized). she carefully opens your door and closes it behind her, trying not to make too much noise. you notice her, but she doesn’t notice you until she looks up and sees you standing in your underwear. her face flashes red and she turns around and hides in the corner, too embarrassed to say a thing.

[mod-kyoko]

can you do the "reader falls asleep on a character whilst reading together" prompt but for Mahiru, Toko and Celeste?

falling asleep on them x mahiru, toko, celeste

fandom: danganronpa

type: hcs, non-despair au

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mahiru koizumi

mahiru is a huge magazine reader

there was one night that she wanted to show you some of her photos that got featured in her favorite mag, so she waited all day for you to get home

she let you settle down in the living room before opening the mag and setting it on your lap

you did your best to listen to mahiru talk as she pointed to her photos, explaining how she was inspired for each one

her explanations ran on for so long, you tried so hard to pay attention, but it was futile

when you weren't responding to her anymore, mahiru turned her head to see you, with your arms clutching onto one of hers, head leaning on her shoulder

"tch, if you were tired, s/o, you should have told me." she huffed, pursing her lips

at first she was upset, thinking that you weren't enjoying her pictures, or that you didn't care

but she gave you the benefit of the doubt, and set her magazine aside

while waiting for you to wake up, she reached out and caressed your hair

"you owe me when you wake up" she whispered, before leaning down and pecking your lips

toko fukawa

reading is just about all toko does

the way to her heart is reading with her

she's elated when you read with her, especially when you read a book that she recommends to you

you always set aside time to read with her later in the day, but this day you were feeling particularly tired

you tried your best to make it through the chapter, but you felt your eyelids drooping, and eventually slid down onto toko's shoulder, succumbing to your sleepiness

she was so absorbed in her novel she didn't notice at first, but when she did, her heart sank

at first her pessimism took over and the most horrible things came to mind. were you bored of your book? would you really rather not spend time with her right now?

but her character development came through and she settled on the idea that you were just really tired

so she very carefully got up, and went to the kitchen to prepare you some tea for when you wake up

when she got back, she settled down and adjusted you so your head was on her shoulder again

she gently took your book and set it aside, then turned on the tv to a soap opera (her guilty pleasure)

though situations like this (close proximity) make her nervous and shy, she grabbed onto your sleeve and fiddled with it

celeste ludenberg

celeste loves reading, and she'll read just about anything

she won't admit it to anyone but you, but shojo manga makes her weak

she loves reading it with you, pointing at the panels and laughing

one night the two of you were already in bed, reading to fall asleep

celeste was flipping through a magazine, while you were watching

"i need those shoes..." she mumbled, expecting you to answer

when you didn't, she looked over and realized your eyes were closed and your breathing was slowed, and you were snuggled up by her side

she brought her hand up to her mouth, covering her smile as she chuckled

"oh dear, are we sleepy?"

she set her magazine on the nightstand and turned off the lamp, then slid under the covers so she was face to face with you

resting her face in her palm, she stared at your sleeping form, leaning her forehead against yours, before allowing herself to sleep