#rantaro amani x reader

[dark-ronpa]

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS + R. AMANI & K. SOUDA

request: rantaro and kaz walking on their partner killing someone

word count: 314

content warning: murder, graphic imagery

rantaro amani 

he didn’t mean to walk in on you.

rantaro just wanted to know if you wanted to order chinese food. instead, he stumbled upon you driving a knife through the chest of a girl he barely knew in your shared bedroom. 

splattered in crimson blood, you heard rantaro enter the bedroom and paused from what you were doing. rantaro could only stand there, dumbfounded. the girl you stabbed laid there motionless, a look of terror permanently painted on her poor face.

“oh hi, honey!” you greeted rantaro casually. you stood up and dropped your knife, strolling up to your boyfriend. you pecked on him on the lips, getting some blood on the poor boy, and asked him, “what’s up?”

“d- do you want chinese for dinnner?” rantaro tried his best to keep his composure but every fiber of his body wanted to scream for help.

“chinese would be great!”

kazuichi souda

kazuichi was in the middle of tinkering with a new toy when he heard a strange noise come from the other side of the basement. confused and concerned, kazuichi paused from working on his toy and went to investigate, “heyyyyy, babeeeee? you okay?”

suddenly a scream ripped through the air and kazuichi’s mind went to panic mode, thinking you were hurt. he bursted through the door and exclaimed, “(y/n), are you–” but stopped short at the sight before him.

a young man laid on the ground with his stomach sliced open, his organs spilling out onto the ground below him. you stood over the poor man, covered in blood from head to toe and holding a scalpel. 

you turned around and smiled at kazuichi, “oh hey, cutie. sorry about the mess! don’t worry, i’m gonna clean it up. do you need anything?”

kazuichi could only stand there with a blank stare on his face, “uhhh...”

“oh!” you exclaimed, “i’m making meatballs tonight, by the way!”

[writer-komaru]

Could I please get a thirst of Rantaro domming an amab reader?

Okie dokie! ^^

Summary: Rantaro talks dirty to you ;)

Contents: teasing, talk of punishment, hint of breeding, male/Fem hinged reader

Rating: mature

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

You yelped as Rantaro pushed you against the bed.

“So beautiful for me~”

You couldn’t help the burning feeling that his words gave you, causing you to shift uncomfortably under him. He gave you a kiss to the cheek, positioning his knee right between your plush thighs, causing your eyes to go wide.

“I have such a strong affect on you, don’t I?~”

You adverted eye contact. He only chuckled in amusement.

“Y’know, your silence speaks volumes, darling.”

All you could do was whine as he firmly pressed his knee against your pulsing sex, chasing you to let out a whiny moan.

“R-Rantaro…. Please…”

You huffed out, closing your eyes tightly.

“Come on, look me in the eyes~”

You let out another whine, humping against his knee, trying to signal him about what you wanted. But Rantaro merely tutted at you.

“If you don’t do as I ask, I’ll have to punish you.”

Your whined again, eyes blinking open slightly, looking up at his gorgeous complexion, almost like an angel sent from Heaven.

“That’s a good girl/boy~”

Your eyes went wide once against as you felt him pull his knee away from your clothed sex. You let out a surprised yelp as he lifted up your thighs and desperately rubbed his aching cock against you, letting out a deep groan.

“Ahh… you don’t know how much of an affect you have on me, as well. I can’t wait to fill you up until your can’t take it anymore~”

[despair-writing-hope]

Hey I’m mod fuyuhiko, this is some shit about my writing.

Do’s and do n nt’s

Do’s

-smut (tho I’m not that good at it, but whatever)

-angst

-fluff

-cannon x reader

-cannon x oc

-poly ships

Donts

-inc3st

-p3dophilia

-pro shipping

-toxic ships (junkan, ect)

Blacklist of characters I won’t write

- Miu Iruma

- Hifumi Yamada

- Hiyoko saionji

- haiji towa

- kannon kuwata

- any of the WOH

- Junko Enoshima

- korekio shinguji

-Tenko chabushira

Characters I will write for

Trigger happy havoc

- Makoto naegi

- kyoko kirigiri

- byakuya togami

- toko fukawa

- genocider syo

- Aoi asahina

-yasuhiro hagakure

- sayaka maizono

- Leon kuwata

- Chihiro fujisaki

- mondo owada

-kiyotaka ishimaru

- celestia ludenburg

-Sakura ogami

- mukuro ikusaba

Goodbye despair

- hajime hinata

-kazuichi soda

-akane owari

-sonia nevermind

-fuyuhiko kuzuryu

- ultimate imposter

- teruteru hanamura

-mahiru koizumi

-peko pekoyama

-mikan tsumiki

-ibuki mioda

-nekomaru nedai

-Gundham tanaka

-nagito komaeda

-Chiaki nanami

Killing harmony

-kaede akamatsu

-shuichi saihara

-rantaro amani

-ryoma hoshi

-kirumi tojo

-Angie yonaga

-gonta gokuhara

-kaito momota

-kokichi ouma

-maki harukawa

-himiko yumeno

-tsumugi shirogane

Please remember I have a tight schedule so I might take a while.

-mod fuyuhiko

[oikawaorbit]

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony Masterlist (EMPTY)

Headcanons

-V3 with a sincere s/o

-V3 with a s/o who has heterochromia

-V3 finding their s/o asleep

-V3 with a hotheaded aggressive s/o

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Single Headcanons

Shuichi Saihara

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Kokichi Ouma

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Kaede Akamatsu

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Rantaro Amani

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Kaito Monoma

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Kiibo

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Korekiyo

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Fics/Oneshots

-“Fluorescent” (Kokichi x reader; Modern AU)

[adeptingz]

━━ alone

characters : rantaro amani ( danganronpa ) x male reader | non canon au , not related to the killing game + events .

tw : death , somewhat descriptive scenes of death , slight gore + blood , suicide.

a / n : helo . this is dedicated to @oikawasthighs LMFAO , for the lilia fic xo . ok bye , enjoy . i wrote this at 1am , excuse shitty grammar KJHXUIUHS . also i realized i was spelling amami wrong after i wrote this so fuck LMAO

wattpad : https://www.wattpad.com/user/catboycrp

what could ‘ve went wrong ? everything was normal . everything was fine and dandy . so why ? why did it happen , why ? it could ‘ve been prevented , it could ‘ve happened to anyway else . but , life is never true to it ’s words . and so , everyone falls at least once in their lives . maybe even forever . 

he stared down at the dark framed photograph , a picture once so wonderful to stare at . a picture one could look at and think it was so peaceful . but , no matter how hard he looked , it was never peaceful to him anymore . 

maybe it was the smile he would never see again , the man he last saw with his face distorted and his eyes dull . barley alive , barley there anymore . a smile wasn ’t even there , not even a slight grin . but , he couldn ’t smile either , he wouldn ’t dare to .  

he held tears back , gripping onto the photos frame that his knuckles turned white . the room seemed cold , his hands were cold , the floors were even colder . 

it had been around twenty four hours since he had last entered the room he once shared with his lover , and forty eight since it happened . he couldn ’t go back , and no matter how hard he tried , he would only ever see him .

not of him smiling , of the time he finally rested . blood scattered across his face , head laid against the concrete road . the only thing he remembered from that dreadful time was his own screams , begging for him to wake up . pleading for him to just smile one last time . 

“ it ’s cold . “ rantaro stated , words slurred . he begged for him to keep quiet , telling him it ‘ll be ok , reassuring that the ambulance would be there soon .

but , it was too late . five minutes after he left the earth , somebody finally came . 

nobody comforted him , nobody cared . he was already dead anyways .

he remembered when they exited the store , hand in hand , smiling . he remembered crossing the street , swinging his hand along with rantaro . he remembered somebody yelling at them to move . and , he remembered being pushed out of the way .

it was a second too late , he watched as rantaro fell to the ground , stopping the car that had driven towards them . he sat on the ground , palms red against the concrete . he watched as he couldn ’t move , someone helping him up eventually . crowds surrounded his lover , people yelling to get help , people trying to help him . he stood up , finally realizing what had just happened . he staggered towards the crowd , trying to push past them all . 

he screamed when he saw , when he saw rantaro barley moving , barley alive . barley holding onto what was called life .

his legs were bloodied , broken , a bone sticking through his left . his arms red , blood covering them . his shirt ripped and stained with dirt . how had such a happy day turn into such a dark turn . his face was the worse , his lip busted , cheeks bruised and blood trickling down his forehead and under his head .

“ h . . hold on , we can get you help . you ‘ll get help , please don ’t leave . you can ’t leave me , i love you ! “ he yelled , falling down besides amani , watching his broken figure . “ it ’s . . okay , you ‘ll be okay , we ‘ll be okay . please . . please stay alive , don ’t leave me . no no no no . . please . “ he cried , cupping his cheek although blood stained his hand .

amami smiled slightly at the touch , holding onto his lovers hand which cupped his check . “ y . . yeah , w . . we ‘ll . . be okay . . “ amami muttered , eyes half closed . 

“ H . . HEY , rantaro . . please , please . . don ’t go . “ he cried , tears running down his cheeks . 

“ . . it ’s okay , .. please . . don ’t . . cry , i . . i love . . you . “ rantaro smiled slightly , despite his conditions .

even in his final moments , love was always there . even at the end of time , he couldn ’t seem to let go . 

he watched his hand slowly fall limp , crying harder as he couldn ’t grasp life any longer . 

the crowd watched as the stranger cried harder and harder , yelling nonsense through tears and screaming . ‘ what a poor soul ‘ they whispered , words that went unheard by him , words that truly meant nothing . words of pity , words of fake comfort . 

nobody cared enough , it was just a random stranger who died anyways .

he didn ’t realize tears were running down his face yet again until he felt his cheek , wet and stained with tears . he sniffed , placing the photograph back on the table and walking into the living room . 

he sat on the couch , turning on the tv hoping to find some sort of distraction . but yet , the news channel came on . he had been seeing the same shit for the past hours upon hours . it was frustrating to see people covering something they probably didnt actually even care about .

it was just another way to earn money .

he turned the tv back off , staring at his own blurred reflection . his eyes seemed dead , he looked skinnier and paler . dehydrated and starved , to tired to eat anything . his eyes caved in , eye bags dark . a purple bruise on his arm from being pushed to the ground still lingered . 

“ jesus , don ‘t you look great . “ he chuckled , touching his cheeks . 

he leaned against the bathroom counter , gripping onto the sinks sides , the room spinning . a yellow bottle of pills now empty down on the floor , his throat felt dry and scratchy .

he found it hard to breathe , choking slightly as he breathed . he tripped onto the ground , stumbling at his feet , his back hitting the door . 

his eye twitched , his vision blurring as his eyes closed - finding it hard to focus and keep his eyes open .

“ heh , some . . some happy ending . “ he chuckled out of breathe , his grip of the counter slipping . “ see . . see you soon , my love . “ he breathed , his eyes closing as he felt his life fade away . 

how fate had brought them together , even while six feet under .

maybe gruesome , maybe romantic to others .