#s: ultimate-supreme-liar

[warningsine]

Just over a year ago, a woman told a crowded room that her ex-husband had kicked and slapped her. She described him throwing a phone at her face. She described him penetrating her with a wine bottle. “I remember not wanting to move because I didn’t know if it was broken,” she said. “I didn’t know if the bottle that he had inside me was broken.” While she said all these things, people laughed. People called her a whore and a liar. People cheered for her ex-husband, and made posters and T-shirts emblazoned with his face.

Only about 14 months have passed since Amber Heard was mocked and shamed on a global stage. But, apparently, that means it’s now high time to relive it. This week, a new three-part series from director Emma Cooper drops on Netflix (UK viewers can also watch via Channel 4 on demand). That’s right folks, we’re back in the hellscape that is Depp v Heard.

There are certain legal cases that transcend courtroom drama to become full-blown ‘where were you when’ cultural moments. Usually, these ‘trials of the century’ are criminal trials. Charles Manson in 1970; OJ Simpson in 1995. But, occasionally, a different calibre of case will grip the public consciousness – one that spins around sex and humiliation; one that strikes to the heart of how contemporary culture understands gender and power. In 1991, attorney Anita Hill testified that Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas had sexually harassed her while she worked as an adviser to him. The Senate ultimately confirmed Thomas’ nomination, while Hill received death threats. Just a few years later, as the new millennium swam into view, another sex scandal rocked American society. This time, the main characters were President Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. Despite Clinton eventually admitting to having had an affair with Lewinsky, for many years the court of public opinion was clear in its verdict: Monica Lewinsky was either a whore, or a liar, or both.

In a sense, the Johnny Depp and Amber Heard defamation trial, which took place from April 11 to June 1 2022, in Fairfax County, Virginia, combined elements of all of these previous ‘trials of the century’. As with Clinton and Lewinsky, a relationship between a younger woman and an older, more famous and more powerful man was under the microscope. In an echo of Hill v Thomas, during which lawmakers accused Anita Hill of suffering from a ‘delusional disorder’, a psychologist hired by Depp’s legal team ‘diagnosed’ Heard with borderline personality disorder and histrionic personality disorder. Like Charles Manson, the man at the centre of proceedings was also the figurehead of an obsessive fan club. And if that fan club grew to resemble a cult, in its slavish devotion to Depp against all reason, it’s largely because, like Simpson’s trial, the whole thing was televised.

However, one key difference between Depp v Heard and these other previous high-profile trials, is the influence of social media on public opinion. The trial was not only ‘televised’ but also TikToked, live-streamed and memed. The tagline for Cooper’s three-parter Depp v Heard even bills the trial as ‘the first trial by TikTok’.

The show opens with the Hollywood sign flickering into Amber Heard’s face on a red carpet. There’s old footage of Depp and Heard on the Hollywood walk of fame, at a dinner, and stepping off a boat in Venice glitch and distort into shots of Los Angeles freeways. News anchors read headlines about the couple, and about the trial. The screen glitches again, into a tree lined highway in Virginia. More clipped footage, more contextualising news clips. Then one anchor raises an important issue – a crucial factor in the trial proceedings that, a year on, often gets lost in the heady internet fog of misinformation, conspiracy, clout-chasing and PR campaigns. Why was the whole sorry spectacle staged in Virginia, when neither Heard nor Depp live or work there?

Well, the ‘official’ reason Depp was allowed to sue in the state is because the news outlet that ran Heard’s article, The Washington Post, “houses its printing press and online server in Fairfax County.” Yet, it’s also because, under Virginia law, the trial judge can decide whether to allow cameras in the courtroom.

Heard’s team tried to exclude the cameras from the trial. At a pre-trial hearing in February, attorney Elaine Bredehoft noted there was already a huge amount of media attention on the trial, as well as scrutiny from what she described as “fearful anti-Amber networks”. “What they’ll do is take anything that’s unfavourable,” Bredehoft said, “they’ll take out of context a statement, and play it over and over and over and over again.” Depp’s team, on the other hand, wanted the trial televised. “Mr. Depp believes in transparency,” his lawyer, Ben Chew declared. It should have been a sign of what was to come that the judge sided with Depp. “I don’t see any good cause not to do it,” Penney Azcarate, the chief judge of Fairfax County, announced. Others saw it differently. “Allowing this trial to be televised is the single worst decision I can think of in the context of intimate partner violence and sexual violence in recent history,” Michele Dauber, a professor at Stanford Law School said in May 2022. “It has ramifications way beyond this case.”

One of the ramifications of Judge Azcarate’s decision is that Depp v Heard is now on our screens. But, none of those quotes from various legal professionals are taken from the series. Indeed, there are no expert voices at all. There is no narration. No one who was involved in the trial is involved in this directly. There is no ‘broad view’, or ‘behind the scenes’, or ‘recontextualising with the benefit of hindsight’. This is a documentary in the loosest of senses. Early takes from the other side of the pond have been split – some critics have suggested it “casts the trial of the decade in a new light”, while others have deemed it “nothing more than a tactless win for pro-Johnny fans”. Perhaps this shouldn’t come as a surprise, given that the trial itself was so notoriously divisive. Personally, I’m inclined to agree with Audra Heinrichs of Jezebel, who described the docuseries as playing “like a highlight reel from hell”. 

If Depp v Heard suggests anything, it’s that people consuming the trial were biased. Well, that’s hardly a scoop, and to my mind, it’s certainly not worth the full, three-hour docuseries treatment. The series doesn’t dig into the motivations of the anti-Amber content creators or their backgrounds. For example, one prolific poster and top Depp stan who is featured extensively but anonymously in Cooper’s three-parter is Andy Signore. Not long before the Depp v Heard trial began, Signore had been fired from Screen Junkies, the YouTube-focused company he founded, for a variety of sexual misconduct allegations. Having set up his channel Popcorned Planet after being dismissed, Signore now posts livestreams about ‘daily news’ and ‘pop culture justice.’ Mainly, he covers what he characterises as the injustice of the #MeToo movement. Signore more than doubled the following of his YouTube channel during Depp v Heard. He made more than 300 videos about the trial, ratcheting up millions of views as he built a new reputation as a crusader for ‘justice’ and, crucially, making money in the process.

All the content creators immortalised in this series, and many more besides, were making money – but this also isn’t discussed or made explicit in Depp v Heard. Cooper presumably believes this allows the content to speak for itself, and lets the viewer weigh up their own thoughts, becoming another member of the public jury. But the true effect is just blur – an endless stream of stuff. Just how much money were all these #JusticeForJohnny content creators making? Was there a coordinated and well funded online PR campaign for Depp throughout the trial, fuelled by bots, as many alleged post-trial? Depp v Heard has no answers, just more clips. He said, she said. No thoughts, just vibes.

I wrote about Depp v Heard last year as the trial was ongoing. Then, I felt like I had to maintain some semblance of neutrality in my discussion of the ‘facts’ of the case itself. The piece wasn’t about who was ‘right’, or who was telling ‘the truth’ – it was about how strange the spectacle of the case had become, and how dangerous a precedent it seemed to set, if trials about intimate partner violence could be spun into comic TikTok clips. I didn’t want to come down on one ‘side’. I wrote that “treating an ongoing defamation trial, featuring graphic and distressing testimony about physical violence, coercive control, and sexual assault, like […] Netflix’s latest true crime documentary series is, at best, distasteful and, at worst, actively dangerous.” Now, as Netflix’s latest documentary series opens up the can of worms again, the only true takeaway is how little we’ve learnt since then.

[tobiasdrake]

Ahh, Kokichi. It begins.

Gotta be honest, I'm still surprised that Ultimate Supreme Leader was his real Talent.

I spent the whole game pretty sure we were going to get an Imposter-esque reveal that his Talent was fake this whole time. I thought for sure there'd be a big reveal that he was actually the Ultimate Liar.

Because he is. Kokichi is frequently the vehicle through which the game explores the relationship between truth and lies. He spends so much time spinning deceptions and double-twists and x-tuple-bluffs, playing the role of a character playing a character playing a character playing a character, that it becomes extremely difficult to tell who he even is or what his opinions even are until his final moments - and then, only on reflection.

Kokichi is V3's Nagito.

[skaruresonic]

actually that fic was the only time I attempted to write Eggman in first-person POV outside of the visual novel, that was a lot of fun

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Unfortunately, my heels hit the wrong key combination. And that's when the screen freezes. All the data I've mined flickers, wavering like a paused video feed.

Before I can make heads or tails of it, another window opens: a command prompt. An ancient one I would never in a hundred years be caught dead using. The words spell themselves out, snowy white on velvet black, one painstaking letter at a time.

I h a ve de s

ig ne d

its mi nd per fect

p u r e

I shoot up in my chair, straight as a rod. The cursor blinks as if to test me. What is this? Someone's idea of a practical joke? To compound my bewilderment, my primary monitor crashes and the damned thing starts to whine an ear-splitting shriek. I clap my hands to my ears to block it out; as bad as Amy's squealing over Sonic.

Neither text nor noise respond to the usual methods of circumvention. I batter the keys in the hopes something, anything, will unstick it and restore my hearing: "No! No, no, no!" My foot crashes into the overheating CPU with a resounding bang. "Don't pull this on me now, you steaming hunk of junk!"

Despite the crash, the words continue their slow onward march. How is this possible? What branch of GUN is messing around with my systems—

Disc. Get it on a disc. I have the feeling the message will erase itself if allowed to run unchecked, so I vandalize my disc drawer and cram a blank into the whirring writer. Hopefully I can use the copy to track this idiot's location and—

"What in the blue blazes is going on here?"

The fragmented message vanishes before my eyes, taking all my precious data with it. Apparently it was the plug in the dam; new messages flood in faster than I can track them, filling my screens with utter nonsense.

Jagged words flash surreal neon warnings: BIOLIZARD ECLIPSE CHAOS ULTIMATE LIFE REDIRECT MEMORY SUBPROGRAM DEBUG CANNON ASTRONOMERS ARE CONCLUDING MONSTROUS BLACKS. Maps unfurl, revealing twisted machinery. Statistics streak past in bits and pieces, most notably a timestamp of twenty-seven minutes and fifty-three seconds—is that how much time GUN has left before I hammer my fist through their IT department? It might as well be. The whine shrills its mocking laughter, slamming my blood through my temples as I pound at the keys in vain.

Then it stops. Stops dead. I wait for the other shoe to drop, my tattered breath scraping the air.

One last window emerges.

"Oh, what now?" I growl, dragging a hand down my mouth. "What is this? What… "

Slowly, I peel myself from my chair to lean in closer.

It's a diary.

My grandfather's. I scour every word, my blood running ice before fire. An attachment arrives, one which opens without my input once I reach the end of the journal. Classified document. A medical record for G. Robotnik.

According to the front page, it was a psych evaluation conducted by GUN officials. Other than a bit of sleep deprivation slowing his psychomotor responses, he seemed to be in tip-top shape.

For a moment I stand frozen, bathing in the glow of my overworked monitors. This is all… very sudden, for lack of a better phrase. Calculated, but I don't believe in that kind of synchronicity. If someone intended to grab my attention, they certainly have it now. As far as I knew, Grandfather passed the year before I was born. Of old age, my father said.

Liar. Later he changed his story and claimed the government had involuntarily committed him toward the end of his life. Naturally, this made a much younger me curious. What for? An accident. Always an accident, no more and no less. He remained tight-lipped on the nature of said accident, much to my supreme irritation, but his evasive silences seemed to imply my grandfather had brought it on himself.

Of course, you never knew what was truth and what was fiction with that blustering fool. He'd tell you one thing today and claim you heard him wrong tomorrow. He was always trying to frighten me with that skeleton shoved in the back of our closet: You don't want to copy Gerald someday, drooling mad, crushed by the weight of your own brilliance, do you? Behave, Ivo, or else you'll wind up just like your looney-bin grandfather, wasting away in some padded cell.

Bah, what did he know? I'm still a free man, my mind sharper than a steel trap. They haven't gotten me yet. And if this record is any proof to the contrary, they hadn't gotten Gerald, either.

Shadow …

I have designed its mind to be perfect, pure. I will leave everything to it.

If you wish to fill the world with destruction… Release, and awaken it.

The screen darkens.

I fold my arms over my chest with a satisfied smirk. Fill the world with destruction, eh? Well, well. Perhaps my self-righteous father was wrong, and the apple of genius doesn't fall so very far from the tree.

I eject the finished disc and wave it once in the air to cool it off, then shove it into my pocket and stride down the corridor toward the weapons room. I'm going to be needing it where I'm headed, and if you ask me? Our little friend Shadow's slept past its alarm.

[ask-the-shorty-squad]

Are we gonna ignore the fact he set kids hairs on fire? All because they bullied him. I mean I understand self-defense but. They all probably died because of you. Imagine their parents coming to pick them up and the kids are all screaming, crying in pain as they slowly die. The look on the parents face. They're all probably still looking for the one who did this. Or they all commited die because of depression after their child died.

It doesnt matter Kokichi. Atua forgives him. He forgives everyone!

So were just gonna let it slide.... First we let Toko be a member of future foundation and as we all know. She's killed over 30 men. And then we all forgive class 77 for basically filling the entire world with despair.

HELL WE'VE EVEN FORGIVEN TERUTERU FOR MURDERING CHILDREN!!!! BUT WHEN I LIE. EVERYONE FUCKING HATES ME AND TRIES TO KILL ME. SO WE DONT FORGIVE LIARS BUT PSYCHO'S AND CHILD MURDERERS AND REMNANTS OF DESPAIR GO OFF SCOT-FUCKING-FREE. AND DONT GET ME STARTED WITH THE WARRIORS OF HOPE. FUCKING KILLING THEIR OWN PARENTS. HELL THEY EVEN KILLED OTHER PARENTS. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SAVING KIDS BUT YOU TRAUMATIZED THEM BY FUCKING MURDERING THEIR PARENTS INFRONT OF THEM!!!!

WE DIDNT WANT OTHERS TO SUFFER LIKE WE DIIIIDDDD!!!!!

Ok gotta admit. He has a point with me. Hell. I'm still killing people every day- Oops.

W-WE HAD NO CONTROL OVER OUR BODYS!!!! ITS NOT OUR FAULT!!!

And the only reason nobody likes you! Is because your using these lies to intentionally hurt others! You've been doing it for years!! You never apologise for lying either!!!

Supreme leaders like me dont have to apologise.

*Suddenly the room bursts into Arguments.*

S-Stop it!! All of you!! I-I know I shouldnt poke my nose where it doesnt belong but... I dont wanna see you guys fighting!! I-It hurts to see Ultimates fight and argue with eachother and not getting along... I may not've been there for whats happened but I know that its the past and theirs nothing we can do about it!! So lets put it behind us and keep moving forward!

Maybe I should've skipped that part.

Actually the children that I set on fire didn't die. Mama had hydrokinesis and was able to save them. I guess she didn't add that part in. Also Kokichi they didn't just bully me, they fucking harassed me everyday before that incident. I won't go into detail of what they did but I will say that after that day they never laid a finger on me again.

[shsl-textposts]

[dailydanganronpaimagines]

Yayyyy the requests are open! :D

Can I pretty please request for kokichi and miu reacting to their s/o always being insecure about their body and joking about how ugly they are? Like, them being insecure because they don't have a thigh gap, have slightly chubby legs and then them comforting their s/o? Take your time with this! No push at all!

Kokichi x Insecure S/O | Miu x Insecure S/O | Kokichi x Insecure S/O x Miu

I didn't know if you wanted them as a poly couple, or single, so I just wrote both.

Kokichi:

"Hah..."

Y/N sighed as they stared in the mirror, their throat tightening up.

It was the first time they had have been to an event with their love, Supreme leader Kokichi Ouma.

Y/n wasn't sure how true that was, but he did hold events, and this was your first as his partner.

"Hey! You're taking forever! Are you done yet?"

"Slightly?"

"Slightly? Kaaay."

Kokichi slammed the door open, a pleased smile on his face.

"You look really cute Y/n~!"

Y/n stared at him dryly, "Is that sarcasm or something?"

You laughed it off as a joke, but Kokichi only frowned.

"I'm not a liar about everything, you know?"

Y/n rubbed their arm, "But this outfit, it doesn't suit me...I...I'm not exactly slim, you know? Or cute, or attractive, or anything really-"

Kokichi grinned, "Sorry, I have to apologize! I did lie!"

Y/n's eyes watered, they knew it, he-

"You're beautiful, not cute! That word is too small to describe you!"

Y/n reddened brightly, Kokichi flashing a big smile.

"I don't really care about looks, you know? You have a wonderful personality, which is all that matters, buuuut...You really do look beautiful tonight."

"But-"

He took Y/N hand, "You do! I can say it a million times if it'll make you believe it~! Your weight doesn't change that, sorry!"

Y/N finally smiled, Kokichi always liked their smile.

"Shall we?"

You took his outstretched hand, and left together.

Miu:

"Ahaha! Look at this menu! They have shit that'll give you a sugar dose so high you'll reach Mars!"

Miu giggled cheerfully at the menu, and peeked at Y/N's expression.

Y/N was frowning.

"Huh? Y/n? D-Did I say something bad?"

Y/N stared away, "Maybe just you should order, my legs don't need any more sweets."

Miu raised an eyebrow, "What does that mean? We've been looking forward to this place forever!"

"I know, but I'm already ugly, you know?"

Miu's eyes went as wide as saucers, "Y/n? Ugly? Are you trying to insult my amazing taste or something?"

Y/N gave her a dry look, but Miu seemed serious.

"Who said you were ugly? Huh? Should I make an invention to keep their mouth from opening?"

Y/N's mouth soured, "No one said anything, I just don't like myself..."

Miu's eyes watered, "Am I that bad a girlfriend? T-That you don't know that you're the most beautiful person in the world, next to me?"

Y/n really didn't know where Miu was going with this.

"I'll tell you every day how you're beautiful cute-Whatever! Till you get it through your beautiful brain, kay?"

Y/N laughed, "Miu! Everyone's looking!"

"Well I mean it, okay! You're so beautiful I get jealous just looking at you! You're stunning, including your fricken legs!"

Miu pointed to Y/N's favorite dessert, listed for two.

"You better have some too! It's been my dream for like forever, kay?!"

Y/n smiled, "Okay. Thanks Miu."

"Don't make a face like that, or I'll get embarrassed!"

Miu and Y/N shared dessert together.

Kokichi x Y/N x Miu

"Finally a fricken taxi! That took forever!"

"Get in Miu! You're taking forever!"

Miu reddened, "You're lucky I find you two so attractive! With my beauty and brains, I normally wouldn't put up with this, you know?"

You sighed, "Miu, come in the car...!"

"O-Okay..."

You were sandwiched between Miu and Kokichi, perfume on your right and cologne on your left.

They were both so beautiful. Kokichi in a tuxedo, and Miu in a low cut evening dress that highlighted her eyes.

It was a party for the ultimates, which you weren't, even if many were bringing a civilian plus one.

Next to them, you felt very small, and very ugly.

Kokichi flicked your nose, "Hey~!" Have you heard a word we said?"

Miu crossed her arms, "W-Why are you ignoring us? Did Kokichi do something?"

Kokichi teased back, "It was obviously you Miu! Making our Y/N so sad!"

You stared at your lap, and they immediately stopped joking.

Miu tapped your arm, "What happened? Did I do something?"

"You didn't do anything, just...You'll both look much better walking in, standing next to someone ugly like me! Haha!"

Kokichi frowned, "That's more stupid than anything Miu's ever said!"

Miu blushed, "Kokichi...You're supposed to be making Y/N happy, not me..."

Kokichi hugged an arm around you, "You're not ugly~! You're beautiful, you know?"

"Yeah!" Miu hugged your other side, "I'm more sure of that, than everything!"

You stared at your arms, "Just look at me."

"We are!" Kokichi grinned, "Why else do you think we're saying it?"

Miu kissed your cheek, "I-If you ever feel like that...Just tell us, and we'll tell you how wonderful you are...Don't forget, I picked two partners that both are equal to my beauty and brains!"

"I thought you were trying to cheer Y/N up Miu!"

The three of you laughed, and enjoyed the rest of your night together.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Kokichi, Shuichi, and Nagito catching their S/O trying on some lingerie

request; How would Kokichi, Shuichi, and Nagito respond to catching their female S/O trying on some really sexy lingerie?

desc; for the sake of the plot, i made it so the reader bought the lingerie as a surprise for their love.

warnings; VERY SUGGESTIVE! unedited, reader uses female names, pronouns and parts, major major dirty talk, necking, hickeys, kokichi is kinda possessive, hard-ons, very suggestive, dry humping/grinding, almost crossing the line to nsfw, no explicit description of genitals, cussing, angsty, you know what? im just gonna add the ns//fw tag

note; i hope you enjoy! i worked super hard on this one >:D thank you so much for requesting!! (haha i may have gotten a bit carried away with nagito’s;;;)

Kokichi Ouma

“Yahoo! S/o-channn-! Eh, what’s this?” He faked an expression of shock as he kicked open your door to see you dressed in lingerie. Ha, like he didn’t know you were planning to buy some lingerie, for him nonetheless. Unlike the ultimate supreme leader, you’re a terrible liar, he could see through each lie. Getting some buns from the nearby bakery? He has the owner on speed-dial- But he didn’t even need to call the owner to know, the look on your face said it all. 

Not only this, he had noticed the way you seemed to be affected by the way he had eyed the mannequin that displayed the lacy lingerie in the mall. He almost laughed as he saw you drag his arm somewhere, anywhere that didn’t show naked mannequins. He couldn’t believe it, you were jealous of a mannequin. Man, you don’t even know how much he loves you.

So here we are! Kokichi openly staring at your body, exposed in strategic places as you squirmed underneath his intense gaze. “Uwahh! S/o-chan is trying to seduce the supreme leader! How evil!” He let the waterworks fall, wailing loudly and dramatically. You closed your eyes for a split second, your hand coming up to your forehead to soothe the incoming headache he was about to cause you. 

Now, that was your first mistake, because once you opened your eyess, he had already pinned you to your bed. “Aw but would you look at that? It’s working~” His grin wide as he watched your cunning expression, “Nishishi! What a dirty girl.” His grin faltered, a look of mock-disappointment on his face as he leaned down teasingly close to your face. 

“Did you buy this for me? Hm? And don’t lie, you know better than that.” You shamefully nodded, “Wah! Don’t look so disappointed to admit that~” Kokichi moved his head down to the crook of your neck, “I know how much you want to impress me, it's okay. After all, I am the ultimate supreme leader, who wouldn’t?” 

He muttered cockily, lips moving down closer to the skin of your neck, taking the skin in between his teeth and sucking at it roughly; dear lord, the sounds were intoxicating.

“Ah! Kokichi- Wait-” He pulled away at your request, but not before sucking out a fresh hickey on your neck, smirking at his work. 

“Awww, but I can’t help it! S/o-chan looks soooo sexy! I might just ravish you like a feral beast, nishishi!” You nervously squirmed underneath him, was he serious about that? “Ah but, that’s the reason why you bought this right? You totally planned to seduce the Ultimate Supreme Leader.” He smirked as your face confirmed his statement, “You’re so eaaasy! I can read you like a book. Nishishi! Oops!” 

Your eyes widened, face twisting into one of pleasure as he shoved his knee in between your legs. He stayed quiet after that, only letting out quiet groans as he sucked and nipped at your neck. You couldn’t help but buck your hips into his knee, trying to relieve your arousal that grew with each lewd sound he made against your neck. 

Once he had made you want it enough, he finally pulled away, leaving you confused. The fucked out expression on your face had his pants tighten, but he still didn’t want to give you what you wanted. Not until you'd beg for it. and he figured he’d deal with his problem later.

“It’s too bad I won’t give you what you want though.” He pouted, turning around so you could see his shoulders slump exaggeratedly.

“Oh and, no one else can either, since I have my name written aaaaallll over you.” Kokichi added a teasing smile on his face revealed as he craned his neck, tapping the spot matching your hickey. Without another word, he walked out your door without another word, leaving you embarrassed and frustrated on the bed. 

Shuichi Saihara

Turning around, you nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, judging the way the lace looks on your skin. “I wonder… Will Shuichi like it?” You murmured quietly to yourself, unknowing of the wide eyes burning holes onto the back of your body. Your once thoughtful demeanour soon dispersed as you saw Shuichi’s frozen figure in the mirror, standing behind your practically naked figure. 

“Shuichi! Why d-didn’t you knock?” You tried shielding your body with your arms, staring accusingly at Shuichi as he stood like a deer caught in headlights. After scrambling to gain back his usually calm composure, he immediately turned around as to give you some time and space to cover up. 

“Y-you didn’t answer! I thought something b-bad had happened to you!” His wide eyes fixed on the wall in front of him, shoulders tense as he tried to block off the dirty thoughts that had started flowing dangerously close to his nether regions. 

‘What are you, some kind of pervert!?’ He mentally scolded himself, hands going up to his face to try and rub away the sight of you in lingerie, not that he wanted to, he just didn’t want you to see him with a hard-on. He personally wanted to have a picture of you like that hanged, a body like that? Dressed in lingerie no less? He couldn’t have gotten any luckier to get a girlfriend like you. But he wouldn’t be so lucky if you never forgave him for walking in on you naked.

His efforts to try and turn himself off, were rendered fruitless and time was already up as you spoke in the voice he loved so much, “You can turn around now, I covered it up.” He couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped his lips, he wanted to see you in that lingerie longer, in all honesty. Unfortunately, it was a sigh you had interpreted as relief for not having to see your body. “U-um, I think I’m okay f-facing the wall.”

Assuming he didn’t turn around due to the fear of having to see the sight of your body, you reassured him, tone sadder than before. “I… covered up already, Shuichi, you can turn around.” You felt a bit shameful, it was a bad idea to ever buy that for Shuichi, as he made it painfully obvious he didn’t like it- maybe didn’t even like your body. “I-I can’t.” 

You rolled your eyes, it was getting out of hand at this point. Yanking his arm, you turned him around to face you, your eyes and his widening simultaneously for different reasons. Your face flushed as you made eye contact with the painfully obvious tent he tried so desperately to hide. He scrambled to cover it with his hands. 

“I-I am so sorry! It’s just- You looked so sexy and-” He blubbered out excuses as a loud alarm blared out in his head. You interrupted, heart fluttering for such a stupid reason, “W-wait, so you did like it?” You didn’t want to ask such a stupid question, but your self-esteem really needed it. 

He looked at you in shock, “Of course I did! Wait, w-were you worried I didn’t?” For an ultimate detective, that sure took long to figure out. “Well yeah, you sounded like you didn’t want to see me in that ridiculous thing again-” You looked off to the side awkwardly, gasping quietly as you felt Shuichi grab onto your shoulders. “That’s…! The complete opposite of what I want…” His confidence seemed to wither, his golden eyes drifting away from yours. 

“Wait— I-I’m not trying to be perverted, I swear!” He lied as you smiled lopsidedly at his nervousness, “I bought this for you, you know.” You tugged at the bottom of your cover up, pulling it up slightly. “Me?” His eyes sparkled as nodded, pulling off the entire cover-up, revealing your body he hadn’t gotten to savour the first time. He looked at you in awe, as his pants seemed to get tighter. “Hey, do you... do you want me?”

His breath hitched, his ears not used to the sultry tone you spoke in. Though, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get used to it. “So much…-” You swallowed his desperate pant with your lips, as he ran his nervous hands on your waist, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

Nagito

“S/o-san, I brought those snacks you always say you li-” You let out a squeal as your cabin door suddenly opened, revealing your white-haired boyfriend. He let out a short breath as he let his eyes trail over your body, dressed in white lingerie. You looked like an angel, were you here to save him?

He stayed speechless, accidentally letting his eyes linger for too long, as a result of you snapping him out of his daze. “N-nagito? You’re s-staring.” For someone who doesn’t shut up about hope, he sure was quiet- “S/o... “ He dropped the bag full of your favourite snacks, wobbly advancing towards you. 

“You-you’re… the most stunning, the most hopeful being I have ever laid eyes on I- My good luck must have been especially active today to have seen someone as beautiful as you wearing such a thing..!” To your surprise, he fell to his knees, a squeak erupting your throat as he did. 

He grasped onto your hand desperately, “I know trash like me shouldn’t be touching you, even looking at you but,” His eyes swirled, a quiet giggle escaping his wide lips, “I must be the most selfish man in the world, to keep someone as hopeful as you all to myself.”

“N-nagito-” He suddenly cut you off, “So please, I beg of you... tell me to leave.” Your eyes widened in surprise, what? “I don’t deserve you S/o, you’re so pure, so beautiful..! I’m only holding back your whole potential. Please, I don’t have the control to leave myself, you need to tell me to go-” You combatted his words, falling down to his level, and seating yourself on his lap. 

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, and… I need you, so you can’t leave. Know that, my potential is nothing, unless I am with you, yeah?” His heart thumped against his chest as he slid his disgusting hands onto your waist, gripping onto the pure, beautiful flesh with his grimy fingers. ‘He didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this-’ “And you know, I bought this for you.” 

You spoke in a gentle tone, shivers going up your spine as you felt his slightly dry hands, trail your hip. “S/o… why? Why would you buy something so… incredibly beautiful for someone like me?” It was a little heart-breaking to hear him speak as if you doing this was a crime.

You cradled his head, letting him drop his fluffy crown into your chest. “Why, do you like it?” You giggled, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. “Is that even a question? You look so beautiful, so angelic in such a thing,”

His grip on you got tighter, as he pulled you closer into him. “You look so pure, I almost want to... tear it off and ruin you.” His eyes held lustful darkness in them, watching your expressions closely and carefully. He sighed as you whimpered under your breath.

“... You see what you do to me? What kind of person I am..? You should jus-” You shut him up, arms wrapping around him and lips locking with his. Even after what he said, you’re still kissing him? He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand the extent of your hope. Kissing back in confusion, he let his fingers roam your back, fingertips brushing against the soft lingerie. 

You pulled away with a whine, “W-what else? Nagito, fuck, what else?” Your voice was desperate, hips pressing against his hard-on, rocking against his bulge ever so slightly. Small whimpers left your mouth as he groaned, “Do you even want to know?” You nodded eagerly, “Please.” To make someone so hopeful, look so desperate for someone like him… Who did he think he was?

Even so, he shouldn’t deny what you want. That’d just be another level of disrespect. Letting out a shaky breath, he awkwardly moved to the side of your head, “I…” Where should he even start? “I’ve always imagined you getting fucked senseless by me, whimpering for more even though you could barely take what I’ve already given you. Though it’s shameful of trash like me to even think of you in that way, I can’t help it… What do you think about that?” He sounded hesitant to ask, afraid to know your answer.

All he got in return were your whimpers, your desperate grinds of your hips against his, and before he could even think about what he was doing, he acted on instinct, bucking his hips up to press his hard-on firmer against you. “N-nagi- Hah!” He buried his head in the crook of your shoulder, selfishly inhaling in your scent. “I am… extremely lucky, huh?”

[sonicstalker123]

Kokichi X Reader who has a nightmare and falls off the bed, hurting themself and not waking up for a while

✨female pronouns are used!✨

CW: being hurt emotionally, angst, unconsciousness, bruises

Y/N was taking a nap in her bed, while Kokichi was in her room, protecting her.

He knew that she hasn’t been getting good sleep lately, so as soon as he heard Y/N say that she was gonna take a nap, Kokichi offered to stay and was like “I need to be there for my partner in crime to protect you! Can I go with you?”

Y/N nods and yawns as she walks to her room, with Kokichi following right behind her. The two eventually make it to her room and she climbs into her bed like a cat lol

She grabs her favorite plushie, which is a strawberry one that is as soft and squishy as a squishmallow. She gets cozy and falls asleep almost instantly.

Kokichi knows that he will be in her room for a while, but then realizes that he didn’t bring anything with him to pass the time. He dims the lights for Y/N and then turns on the tv to whatever anime is on and mutes the tv to not disturb her.

He turns on subtitles so he knows what was being said. Sometimes he would giggle like his iconic “nehehehe”s because it was funny.

Sometimes he hears the comforter making noises and he turns around occasionally. After a little bit, he would go back to watching his show.

Sometimes his eyes would be all like (while watching the anime):

Then Y/N started to talk in her sleep, just usual random words and then her tone got more distressed.

“Why are you here? Were you…” She slowly asks.

Kokichi pauses for a second, looking confused. “Y/N, you let me come in here and protect you? And was I what?”

A long pause and they’re now having a nightmare.

They return to normal sleep. As normal as it can be.

“You “‘found me’”? You… saw my note that I…”

Yeah no Kokichi is hella confused now. He pauses the anime and starts to listen closely.

“….. said I was done with having you “infect” me? You have… messed me up so much…… that I say ‘get outta my head’ a… lot… what I am trying to say is… get the fuck away from me….”

Kokichi starts to turn around and sees that her plushie is on the floor and goes and picks it up gently lifts up her arm and gives her the plushie, slowly wrapping her arm around it.

Now he’s concerned.

“What’s going on? Is she talking in her sleep?” Kokichi asks.

No response.

“You have given me trust issues….. you have ruined me… I am so… done with you…. I am so tired of your…. God damn motherfucking bullshit… you need to-“

Y/N wakes up, heart racing. “LEAVE ME ALONE AND GET OUTTA MY HEAD!”

Kokichi just kinda stands there, unable to process what she just yelled. She gets up too quickly and falls on the floor, face first, making her unconscious.

Her body makes a loud THUMP noise, startling Kokichi, causing him to dash towards the light switch and turning it on, only to see his S/O on the ground, causing him to panic.

“S/O?! What’s wrong?? Are you hurt? Can you hear me?”

No response, so he turns around and calls for Maki, who is walking around with Kaito.

“Hey, you! Ultimate Assassin! I need your help with something! Y/N is hurt! I think she fell off of her bed and she must’ve landed face first!”

Maki scoffs. “Yeah, right, Kokichi, that has to be a huge lie. Something like that would never happen.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda your thing to lie. You’re the Ultimate Liar, aren’t you?” Kaito asks.

“Ultimate Supreme Lead- that’s not important! If you don’t believe me, come up here yourselves! I wouldn’t lie about Y/N!”

The two scoff and run towards Y/N’s room and open the door, only to find out that Kokichi was actually telling the truth.

Kaito walks up to Y/N, still unconscious. He sees her and gasps. “Shit! He was telling the truth!”

He goes to lift up Y/N’s arm, only for it to be limp and he lets go of it. He drops it and it hits the floor.

“Hey, moron! Are you trying to hurt her even more?! Kaito, go get Monokuma right now and make him send her to the hospital for serious injuries.”

“Aye aye, captain! On my way!” Kaito exclaims and runs into the distance to see Monokuma just standing there in the hallway??

“Hey! You! I need you to get Y/N to the hospital stat! She apparently fell in her sleep face first and she’s seriously injured, she could have broken bones or something!”

“Ah, such despair that you guys are feeling, it’s amazing! But, since Y/N is innocent and hasn’t killed anybody, she can go!”

Monokuma summons the ambulance. It quickly arrives and Y/N gets lifted and they leave in a flash.

Kaito returns to Kokichi. “Well, she’s gone now.”

“What did you say!?” Kokichi asks sternly.

“She’s gone. I-I mean, gone to the hospital, haha.. should’ve specified.” Kaito responds.

Shuichi eventually arrives. “I heard the ambulance just now and I was wondering what happened, but you all are alright. Even Kokichi, I think.”

“No, he’s not, Shuichi. Y/N is on her way to the hospital right now. Apparently she fell face first in her sleep and she was limp when Kaito lifted up her hand.” Maki says.

“Nehehe, Maki, you jokester! I am fine, trust me!”

No you’re not

“She was saying the funniest things in her sleep. No idea what it was about, though! Anyway, I’m bored. Let’s go to the hospital, it beats just standing around here.” Kokichi says as he walks away.

They weren’t funny at all my dude

✨Time skip a few hours✨

Everybody is sitting at the lobby, waiting for the high tech build a bear reject (props to you if you get that reference) to open the door.

Strangely enough, Mikan is there eventually opens the door. “S-So, she’s still u-unconscious but alright now. No bones are broken but there’s s-s-some insane bruising. Y/N w-w-w-will be okay!” Mikan states with a gentle smile and opens the door.

Kaito and Kokichi start to run towards the door. Shuichi and Maki stand up, about to walk behind them.

“Move it, Kaito, I go first! I was the first one to find out!!” Kokichi exclaims.

“Yeah, well, I was the one to go tell Monokuma, idiot!” Kaito says back.

Kokichi pushes Kaito, causing him to fall to the floor.

“That’s because I told you to, you idiot!” Kokichi responds back.

“P-P-Please, no yelling o-or fighting in th-the hospital! I-I-It’s d-d-disrespectful..!” Mikan says, worried.

“The nurse lady is right, both of you… just please stay quiet.” Shuichi says.

Maki nods.

Kokichi, Shuichi and Maki walk towards Y/N’s room.

“At least she’s alright. Nothing serious happened to her. Just some bruises on her arms and forehead from what I can see.” The Ultimate Detective states cautiously.

Kaito eventually makes his way into the room and Kaito and Kokichi give each other evil glares.

Y/N eventually wakes up. “Huh? Why am I here..? Last I checked… I was in my room, taking a nap. I… was so tired I could barely see straight.”

“Well, you were saying the funniest things in your sleep and got a little… clumsy and fell off the bed and I had Kaito get some help and we… got you here!” Kokichi explains with a grin on his face.

“At least the brat isn’t saying that he was the one who brought her here.” Kaito whispers under his breath.

“A-Anyway, Y/N, I’m just glad that you’re alright, it was a pretty bad fall. You landed face first. You were out for a long while too…” Shuichi says, immediately regretting his words.

Y/N’s eyes widen. “HUH?! I fell face first on the floor?! And I was unconscious?!” Y/N exclaims, clearly freaked out.

“Shuichi, it wasn’t the right time to say that, we should’ve waited until they were feeling better.” Maki states with an annoyed tone.

Shuichi blushes in embarrassment and leaves the room.

Kokichi looks at Y/N and at the trio, with Mikan just kinda… standing there. “I don’t see the need for you all to be here, you three did what you needed, so… go back to the dorms! Shoo! Go away!”

Mikan makes a scared noise and says a ton of “I’m sorry!!”s and runs out of the room.

Shuichi and Maki leave the room, with Kaito and Kokichi giving each other death glares.

The Panta loving little shit turns around to make sure everybody leaves. Once they leave, Kokichi looks at Y/N with the most worried expression.

“It was a lie… you weren’t saying the funniest things in your sleep, you were saying things that were really depressing sounding and… scary. What did you dream of?” Kokichi asks while grabbing a chair and putting it next to Y/N’s bed.

“I had the worst nightmare that I’ve ever had, EVER. Of a past relationship I was in, it was extremely toxic. I dreamt that they found a note that I wrote to them saying ‘I am done with you “infecting” my life… you don’t know how many times I mutter “get out of my head”. You have fucked up my life. You ruined me.’”

A long pause, Kokichi is just… in pure, genuine shock.

“Then once I placed the note on a table, they were trying to find me and they eventually did… They confronted me about it.”

Kokichi gasps and hugs Y/N and kisses her head.

“Hey, S/O. Did all of this actually happen? Like in real life?”

Y/N nods and deeply sighs. “Unfortunately so…”

Kokichi looks at Y/N directly in the eyes. “My beloved, nothing will ever happen to you, whoever this bastard is, they’ll never hurt you again. And if they have the utter audacity to try?? Ohh boy, do they have another thing coming. Nobody hurts my beloved! I D.I.C.E will the one who confronts them by pranking up a storm! I we will protect you at all costs because I love you!” Kokichi exclaims with pride.

Y/N just looks at Kokichi and starts to cry happily and Kokichi’s eyes widen in shock.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you somehow?” He asks.

“Haha, no, quite the opposite actually. You made me really happy, it feels nice to feel special like this. Thank you, Kokichi.”

“But of course, my beloved! Now I’m going to stay here and protect you until we leave this place! Okay?”

Y/N nods as Kokichi wipes her tears away.

The next day, Y/N and Kokichi happily leave the hospital and everybody greets Y/N with genuine smiles.

[kokichixreaderthings]

hi! maybe some hcs of kokichi with an s/o who cries a lot over really small things? :)

kokichi x s/o reader who cries over small things! <3

me! i do this! so this was very self indulgent for me :) i want kokichi to comfort me when i cry, that would make me so very happy🥰🥰!!

kokichi really really hates to see you cry!

you’re his s/o! his beloved! his sweetheart! his partner in crime!

clearly he cares about you a lot if he decided you’d be his love, duh. of course he doesn’t want you to be upset!

especially when you’ve made him so happy by being by his side!

so any time he notices you start to get upset, he’s going to try to comfort you the best he can

“huh? don’t cry, beloved!! aw man...i don’t want you to be upset. you’re amazing, beloved! nishishi, someone as amazing as you doesn’t deserve to be upset at all!”

but he does notice pretty quickly that you get upset a lot

and very easily

he’s not aggravated or anything that he has to comfort you so much, not at all!

he’ll comfort you as much as you need! anything to make his sweetheart smile!

though it makes him a little uncomfortable at first to be so genuine a lot..

he learns to trust you and he doesn’t mind it! as said, he likes seeing your smile when he makes you feel better!

so yeah he does really really love comforting you!

he’s just curious...

if you get this upset this often he wants to know why

and how to help you! especially how to help you!

because he’s here for you, he’s your beloved! if anyone should know how to comfort you, he thinks it should be him

he is the ultimate supreme leader, he’s used to leading and taking care of people!

he tries to examine your behavior first and figure out why you act like this...

but eventually he just decides it would be better to have a nice healthy honest conversation with you! like people in relationships should!!

the problem is....he isn’t the greatest at having really honest conversations...

maybe he puts it off for a while...

but he loves you! so he has to talk to you about this eventually!

so when you two are hanging out one day, he squeezes your hand and sits next to you and...

“soooo my beloved...are you feeling okay? you’ve been crying a lot lately!”

if you’re hesitant to answer,

“don’t be shy, nishishi! anything you say is o-kay for me!”

he knows it’s hard for people to trust a liar like him and he doesn’t always think he deserves your trust...but if he’s going to help you, he needs you to trust him!

he’ll keep holding your hand, squeezing it to remind you he’s here for you :)

and when you talk, he’ll listen to you!

he has this soft honest look in his eyes and it’s really cute

when you explain that you just cry a lot over small things, he understands!

it’s not something you need to be embarrassed about!

he’s dating you for a reason, he loves you! so how could something like this take that away?

“ohhhhhh! welllll, don’t worry, i can help you with that beloved! i am the ultimate supreme leader y’know? i can comfort you like a real leader should!”

whatever you suggest on how he should help, he’ll listen!

and after that conversation, he helps you a lot more in the ways you want!

if you like him physically comforting you...

hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs

he loves hugs

he will hug you so much

once he sees you crying, he pulls you in for a big hug

“a supreme leader’s hugs are really special y’know? they’ll make you feel better in no time!”

and kisses!! so many kisses, all over your face

just constant: “*mwah!* *mwah!* *mwah*!”

if you like him emotionally comforting you....

pet names! really sappy pet names

like ‘sweetheart, baby, my love,’ stuff like that!

“sweetheart, you’ll be okay! you don’t have to cry, my love. just look into my eyes, ‘kay?”

and tons of compliments

“woooww, you’re even pretty when you cry. that’s super impressive....”

if you like him distracting you...

“ooh, wanna hear a story about D.I.C.E.? nishishi!”

he has so many stories!

some of them are lies, some of them are truth, some of them are truth but sound like lies...

or if you just like him to leave it alone and not treat it as a big deal he’ll do that too!

he’ll hold your hand and maybe give you a hug or a breathing exercise and when you calm down, he’ll forget about it!

“anywayyysss, c’mon! i want to take you on a super special date already!”

he also takes more time to watch you and figure out when you’re upset and how you act when you start to cry so he can help you more!

and over time, he can tell what small things make you upset

he’ll try to avoid those things then!

example: (like with me) if excessive teasing makes you upset, he’ll tone it down

but he also will definitely tease you sometimes for being sensitive, always in a cute way

he’ll only do it to make you smile and to feel better about yourself!

he really doesn’t mind having an emotional lover! he loves you for you <3

thank you so very much for reading!! and always remember kokichi ouma really really loves you 💜

[kodzumie-archived]

❝FIRST TIME❞

Synopsis; What their first time would be like.

Featuring; Kokichi Oma, Mikan Tsumiki, and Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Warning(s); (N)SFW, loss of virginity, submissive characters, experienced reader, implications of previous sexual abuse (Mikan), and established relationship.

➤ KOKICHI OMA

⤷ Due to his playful and joking demeanor, his first time would be alleviated of the tension it could’ve potentially had, easing him into the moment.

⤷ He’s likely to crack a joke or two. It’s not much but it’s certainly enough for him to feel comfortable amidst such a foreign intimacy.

⤷ Truth be told, he’s nervous; so very nervous and blinded with anxiety. But he’d never tell you that, and if you attempt to gauge the truth you’ll merely be smothered with an array of lies; he’s never going to admit it.

⤷ Despite his inner turmoil and anxieties, his visage appears collected to you. As a liar, he’ll go through hell and back in order to make sure he looks capable of what he’s doing.

⤷ Though his façade surprisingly dissipates once he’s the one being pleasured. As you run your fingers along his body, cascading further until you reach his most sensitive of areas, his expression will contort to that of distress laced with curiosity.

⤷ A curiosity that you indulge in as though you were sipping the delicacy of a mere cocktail; flushing yourself with the remanence of such a sugary drink.

⤷ He’d originally claimed that as the Ultimate Supreme Leader, of course, he’d had sex before!

⤷ And truthfully, you didn’t bother to disprove his claims. After all, you acknowledged that if he didn’t want to admit it, that was fine. Just like it was fine if he was being truthful of having experience.

⤷ But from the way he falls apart under your hypnotic grasp, your fist clasping over his cock and pumping him at a moderate pace, spreading the precum the crown oozed along his shaft, you began to suspect yet another fib from the infamous liar.

⤷ Interestingly enough, he’s sensitive; so very sensitive. Every ghost of touch will leave him gasping and whining feverishly for more; for an abundance of your love and carnal care.

⤷ Kokichi is a vocal individual. He’s never been known for being the quiet type. He’s a bustling radiance of pure, unhindered chaos, and this doesn’t change from within the sheets either.

⤷ Grunts and groans are only uttered from between his lips when he still gives enough of a shit to hide his sounds, biting his bottom lip to suppress his pathetically voiced ecstasy.

⤷ But once you both truly start getting more into it, he begins to lose himself in the pleasure. Ghostly touches turned into hungry—no, starved—grasps and squeezes. Fleeting kisses of delicate desire now suckle of lips and teeth against each other’s skin as you’re both plunged into the unmistakable clutches of lust.

⤷ His grunts melt into moans; the very same moans that bounce against the walls of your shared bedroom and dissolve into breathless pleas; pleads to go faster, harder.

⤷ His front as the Ultimate Supreme Leader is long forgotten as he succumbs to his wants—his needs—shamelessly begging for more; begging for your touches.

⤷ His pride was swallowed long ago, long before you bucked your hips, pushing him closer and closer towards his climax. His sobs, moans, and whines flooding your ears as he practically sang your name as though it were a mantra.

⤷ Whatever dominance he attempted to display had been long-forgotten as he writhed from beneath you, peering up at you with a clouded gaze. Curses of fuck, fuck, fuck as he was driven to the edge, crying out as he came.

⤷ If you thought he was sensitive during your session, then the aftershock of his first shared orgasm had left him seeing stars at every minuscule movement.

⤷ He looked the most fragile you’d ever seen him as he stuttered out a yelp as you assisted him in cleaning up. A blush residing on his cheeks—flushed countenance—as he watched you with a swirl of newfound love in his eyes.

⤷ If you invested further attention to the way his lips contorted into a warm, sincere smile, it’d have proven fatal to your heart; melting your composure as you peered at his gentle expression, one that was reserved solely for you.

➤ MIKAN TSUMIKI

⤷ It’ll take a while for her to engage in such a thing, honestly. She’s incredibly hesitant and overthinks every possibility of how she could ruin the moment, giving you yet another reason why her pitiful self was not worth your time.

⤷ Not to mention that most of her presumptions on sex have been based on trauma involving sexual experiences.

⤷ She’s terrified, not only from how she could possibly upset you with her clumsy antics and inexperience but from the act itself. She’s afraid to be so vulnerable. To be laid bare in front of you was enough to spike her anxieties.

⤷ She trusts you, she swears she does. But she doesn’t trust herself to be so exposed. Her view of herself tainted with insecurity and constant doubt.

⤷ Fear is instilled in her as the haunting thought of being not enough; failing to meet your expectations. She knows she shouldn’t think this, you’ve told her countless times that she’s more than enough for you.

⤷ But the thoughts don’t diminish that easily, a lesson she’s had to painfully bear as each degrading thought pierces through her heart with malicious intent.

⤷ It’s a constant turmoil between wanting to swallow back the bile of self-doubt and insecurity to pursue your mutual wants, but the chains of fear are almost unbreakable. Almost.

⤷ Because one day, what started out as nothing more than a make-out session had resulted in discarded clothing, suckling of skin, and lust-filled gazes.

⤷ Everything was a blurred array of desire and haste. Feverish kisses to muffle needy whines as things progressed so fast.

⤷ She wanted this, she really did. But as your hands began to wander down, familiarizing yourself with her body through playful, teasing squeezes, she couldn’t help the anxiety that resurfaced.

⤷ Would you be satisfied with what she has to offer? Would she be able to please you? What if she hurts you? What if you end up hurting her? But you wouldn’t do that, would you? What if she—

⤷ Her train of thoughts is interrupted by the sound of your voice, tethering her back to reality where your concerned gaze meets her as you ask her if she wants to continue.

⤷ She expected disappointment, she expected even the possibility of anger within your gaze and words. But she found no such thing. Rather, she found worry; concern; genuine care for her wellbeing.

⤷ It wasn’t much, a simple question and the interlocking of eyes. Yet, strangely enough, her hammering heart seemed to calm as her anxious thoughts stilled.

⤷ Perhaps it was the realization that you really cared for her that eased her worries. But regardless, she felt considerably stable than when she did moments prior. Her shaky hands managing to steady themselves as she gripped your shoulders with a timid smile, admitting she’d like to continue.

⤷ You didn’t return to your ministrations for a moment, instead, you peer into her eyes in search of doubt. But once you found none and felt assured that she truly did want this, you pressed your lips against hers for a delicate kiss; whispering an I love you against her.

⤷ Mikan’s heart nearly melted as she smiled, feeling so unbelievably calmed with the most minimal of reassurances. It’s truly one of the millions of reasons she loves you so much; you can ease her worries with such skill she’s convinced you’re the Ultimate Stress Reliever.

⤷ You peppered her body with kisses, following up with a swipe of your tongue and a suckle to mark your claim; the bruises forming scattered bringing a greater flush to her cheeks.

⤷ Her pleas were muffled as she attempted to silence her moans in fear of releasing a sound that you weren’t pleased with.

⤷ But you’re quick to notice what she’s attempting to do and you settle your domineering gaze upon her, the dark glint in your eyes nearly pulling another moan from her, one that she quickly swallowed back. Yet you protested, assuring her that you want to hear her.

⤷ She apologizes, an apology you didn’t allow to be voiced as you bite against her sensitive area, to which her apology was cut off by a yelp.

⤷ Though you eased the bite as you swiped your tongue over the mark, kissing it softly as an unspoken sorry.

⤷ Mikan couldn’t help being so vocal. Every kiss, every suck, every touch, every word muttered forced some sort of sound to spill from her lips. Squeaks, mewls, moans, and even sobs.

⤷ The symphony she provides within the bedroom was one that she assumed she’d be shamed for. Yet you did no such thing. No matter what, you continuously go against the horrors she presumes and shower her in endless bounds of affection.

⤷ Even whispering a sultry you sound so pretty into her ears before brushing your thumb over her clit, drawing out yet another raspy mewl that you claim to adore.

⤷ In the heat of the moment, you smothered her with your praise and care as you made sure she understood the extent to which you loved her; to which you adored her.

⤷ So much so, that she faintly giggles in remembrance of how nervous she was before doing this with you; before indulging in such a lewd act with you.

⤷ But as you’ve always proved to her, any moment shared with you is one to remember; one to cherish.

⤷ And as the two of you approach your oncoming climax together, she smiles through her moans as the bubbling of euphoria erupts within her heart; at that moment, she couldn’t be happier.

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ He’s beyond hesitant; reluctance paints his every move as though he were nothing more than a canvas doused in hues of doubt.

⤷ Despite whether or not he’d been yearning to engage in this sort of intimacy with you, he wouldn’t dare initiate it. His faltering in pursuit due to his negative views of himself.

⤷ He genuinely believes that you don’t want anything to do with him and that touching his worthless, filthy body would disgust you so unfathomably. He fears your rejection, and thus he avoids any possibility of it; he thinks he was already pushing his luck to be in a relationship with you.

⤷ Therefore, you were the one to bring it up to him. You’d asked him of whether or not he’s experienced; if whether or not he’s ever shared an intimacy such as that with another.

⤷ But this question tugged him into a fog of self-pity and humorless amusement. He’d strung together a tangent on how it’d be a miracle if anyone would want to do something like that with scum like him.

⤷ Of course, you weren’t going to allow your lover to put himself down like this. Going back and forth, you continuously declined his claims stating that anyone to do something like that with him would be so lucky.

⤷ At that, he finds something; a flicker. Perhaps it was a flicker of hope that’d planted a seed within his roots of doubt; hope that maybe—just maybe—you’d want to commit such an erotic act with him.

⤷ But he didn’t allow his hope to seep into his words, instead, he cast his gaze towards his lap, falling silent.

⤷ It was then that amidst the silence you had decided that enough was enough, and the amount of stalling you’d done on asking him was ludicrous in contrast to how the two of you were so keen on communication within your relationship.

⤷ Your words hung in the air as a drawn-out mutter, your voiced innermost wants seeping into the atmosphere as you avoided his gaze; would you ever want to do it with me?

⤷ The moment he registered your words, he choked on his spit and whirled his head to meet your eyes with an expression of pure shock.

⤷ He truly couldn’t believe his ears, perhaps his luck had duped him once more and he heard the wrong thing. Eventually, that was what he settled on because, truthfully, he couldn’t believe that he’d heard those daunting words of wishful desires that he’d suppressed his yearns for.

⤷ So he asked you to repeat what you said, the aftermath of his shock dissipating as he assumed he’d simply heard you wrong. Oh, how surprised he was when he heard you utter the same words; would you ever want to do it with me?

⤷ Nagito’s senses felt overwhelmed at that moment. His heart continuously swelled and fluttered at the realization of your words, his ears imaginatively rehearsed your words—fleeting whisper—as though they were lyrics to a catchy tune, his eyes trained on the nervous visage you sported.

⤷ He parted his lips only to close them; he was at a loss for words. What does he say? What could he say?

⤷ Honestly, the shock of your willingness to do something so scandalously sensual with the likes of him was a pill he struggled to swallow.

⤷ It was almost as though he was within the confines of a lucid dream, a dream of great pain, if so. He couldn’t believe it, you actually wanted to make love with him. Him, of all people.

⤷ Realizing that he was taking far too long to respond to the question that clearly took a lot of nerve to voice, he nods his head almost frantically. A blush painting over his pale complexion.

⤷ At his nod, a smile tugged at your lips as you toyed with the hem of your sleeve; a habit Nagito has come to cherish. It was a peculiar tick of yours, yet one he couldn’t help but find adorable.

⤷ To his nod, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Your intentions had been clear from the delicacy of the kiss; it was fleeting, a mere show of your relief and affections.

⤷ Yet as you began to pull away, his hand finds itself residing at the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was bundled with passion, unvoiced declarations of devotion.

⤷ The kiss was hasty, a great contrast to what you’d originally meant to initiate. But with the way you feverishly returned his sloppy kisses, you didn’t mind the change of pace.

⤷ It was spontaneous; spurred in the heat of the moment. What began as a soft kiss drastically melted into heated, sweat-glazed bodies pressing against one another; both bare, vulnerable.

⤷ He could feel your chest against his as his heart hammered within his rib cage. He wondered if there was the slightest possibility that you could feel it pulsate, beating for you; his love.

⤷ But despite how far you two had managed to go, naked and dissolving into each sloppy kiss the other engages in, there was still the burdening inkling of doubt; hesitance in every single movement of his.

⤷ Even as his fingers squeezed and rubbed over your skin—grasping at all that he could—there was still that searing fear instilled within him.

⤷ He was scared; so very scared. He was terrified that you’d come to your senses eventually and register the mistake you were in the process of making; letting scum like him commit such a lewd act with you.

⤷ He feared the worst; rejection. And as you pulled him in for another kiss, you could taste the bitter reminisce of uncertainty; of reluctance.

⤷ And you’re painfully aware it won’t be relieved in the span of a mere hour. Nagito’s self-degradation is stemmed from his nearly nonexistent self-worth. The only fragments of such a thing that he possesses are due to your frequent proclamations of adoration towards him; smothering him in compliments.

⤷ But it’ll be a long while before he would ever truly understand his worth; for him to understand that he’s not as lowly as he makes himself out to be.

⤷ So, as he stutters in movement, his hands flinch upon settling on your hips, look convincing himself he was treading amongst forbidden territory.

⤷ The words spilled from your lips without a hitch in beat, your smile accompanying each syllable as you meet his eyes. A sheen of sincerity glimmering in your hues.

⤷ You wanted him to know that you’re doing this with him because you want to, you chose him for a reason. You wanted him to believe that he meant so much to you and that even as you cradle his body against yours, you hold him closest within your heart.

⤷ He was not something for you to throw away once used. This wasn’t the hit-and-go scenario that he fears your intimacy may transpire to be.

⤷ With every declaration of your love for you, your longing for him, your genuine attachment to him, he reclined from your body, his vision blurred with tears in which he attempted to stop.

⤷ Rubbing at his eyes in a futile attempt to hide his tears, a stuttered sob escapes from between his lips. And eventually, his cries seep out akin to a waterfall; the tears wouldn’t stop, his sobs wouldn’t cease, and his heart wouldn’t stop hurting.

⤷ You allowed him to let it out, to let go of the emotions he’d bottled that were long overdue. You gave him what he rightfully deserved; a moment to be vulnerable, to feel human.

⤷ Pressing delicate kisses to his cheek, you kiss away the stray tears as you laid him down, straddling him.

⤷ You continued pressing your lips against his plush skin tinted with rose as he flushed beneath your ever-so gentle care. With every kiss, you whispered a compliment taken straight from the confines of your heart; sincerity within anything you muttered in infatuation of him.

⤷ Your lips continued to travel, pressing against the crevices of his body. The heated compassion of your kisses paired with your praise threatened to bring forth another round of tears from the affection-starved male.

⤷ But you were more than willing to fill in the gaping hole of his heart in which was yearning for love; for some sort of worth.

⤷ You’ll prove to him that you truly love him. You truly care for him with the entirety of your heart, and you’d appreciate him wholeheartedly. Even if it takes years, you’ll push forth and reach that fateful day together.

⤷ And as your body continued to press against one another, whines of lustful desperation swirled with adoration smothering the air, the glaze of love within your eyes had never faltered.

⤷ Even as lust intertwined with the concoction, you never lost the look of genuine care within your gaze. And not a moment passed that Nagito wasn’t peering at the hypnotic sight.

⤷ His eyes fixated on the love in your eyes as the bubbling of another emotion—other than his oncoming climax—blossomed within his stomach.

⤷ Hope; he was familiar with the concept. His rants of such a thing often accompanied by you listening intently, something he found himself falling harder for.

⤷ But as he acknowledged the love in your eyes—the pure devotion of your heart to him and solely him—he felt hope; hope that he could one day understand that feeling towards himself; hope that perhaps he wasn’t a mere throw-away, a stepping stone to others; hope that he can one day shed his hesitance and plunge forward, sure of himself.

⤷ As the two of you finally reached your climax, hands intertwined, your gasps synchronized, Nagito felt hope. And for as long as you stayed with him, he was hopeful that he, too, can truly understand the way you value him.

⤷ But for now, he dissolves the thought and settles for wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his form. Right at that very moment, he felt euphoria; exhilaration. You wanted to do this with him, you wanted him, and he was happily yours.

[eriace]

F l i r t / / Kokichi Ouma

Reader: Female Genre: Fluff Character: Kokichi Ouma // Danganronpa v3 Killing Harmony Requested: No

" Do you know my last name is pretty? but having your last name makes it prettier. "

" Your hands look lonely, do they want to meet mine? "

"I can't see anything when I close my eyes, that's my life if you are gone"

" Let's go to the church, we are getting married!! "

" Do you know what's on the menu? me n u. " (y/n) giggled as she said all of those pick-up lines to Kokichi, while Kokichi there having a blank face but deep inside he is really embarrassed.

"Aw, it didn't work again." (y/n) said loudly as she looked at the no reaction boy.

(y/n) poked the boy's cheek and said, " Come on just blush for me. "

That's (l/n) (y/n) the ultimate flirtatious, (y/n) made all the boys in the gym blush in their first meeting in the gym with her cheesy pick up lines except for one boy, well that one boy is Kokichi Ouma, the ultimate supreme leader well he looked like an innocent boy but he's a liar.

(y/n)'s goal right now is to make Kokichi blush, she hated it if one person didn't become flustered in her cheesy pick-up lines.

"Come on, Kokichiiiiiii~" (y/n) said as she pinched the boy's cheeks. (y/n) giggled at Kokichi's face and put her hands at her back.

" Eh? Your lines are too cheesy. " Kokichi said with a cheeky smile.

" Neehee-hee~ Better luck next time. " Kokichi informed as he turned around and run away to his dorm as he was far away too (y/n) he said to himself

“That’s a lie.” while blushing a little. (y/n) pouted and turned her way to her dorm.

---

" Hey hey Shuichi-kun, detectives solve mysteries, right? " (y/n) questioned him but before he could answer (y/n) cut him

" Can you solve this unknown feeling I feel for you? " (y/n) questioned playfully, Shuichi covered his face and smiled nervously to (y/n).

(y/n) giggled at Shuichi and sprinted towards Kaito.

" Heya Kaito, do you know the stars can't be counted? so do you know my love for you is like the stars? " (y/n) said innocently,

" I- ah" Kaito can't find the right words, you smiled a little and already found yourself approaching Rantaro.

"Hellooooo!!! pretty boy, you're lips feels lonely, do they wanna meet mi- " before (y/n) could finish her line someone pulled her away to Rantaro as Rantaro nervously smile and waved goodbye, (y/n) frowned and said

" What the hell is your problem? " as she looked to the one who pulled her away. (y/n) looked at him questionably as she saw Kokichi, as they stopped walking.

Kokichi looked at (y/n), " So ah, what are we doing here?" (y/n) questioned Kokichi as they were in the hallway.

Out of a sudden (y/n) was trapped on the hallway's wall by Kokichi, (y/n) blushed on the sudden action.

(y/n) looked at Kokichi's eyes but a second ago (y/n) broke the eye contact, Kokichi was slowly approaching (y/n)'s face as (y/n)'s breath hitched because of how close he is before something happen (y/n) softly pushed Kokichi's face.

" What were you about to do? " (y/n) teased him as she pinched Kokichi's cheek, a tint of red blush was seen on Kokichi's face that made your eyes wide,

" Aww, that's cute. " (y/n) squeal and suddenly hugged him.

(y/n) put one hand in Kokichi's head and messed his hair.

(y/n) giggled but that didn't last long as she was pulled by Kokichi.

Their lips met, (y/n) eyes went wide but she soon melted in the kiss. As you both pulled away your face was something related to a tomato.

" Look who's blushing now. " Kokichi said as he smirked. (y/n) giggled.

" I, Kokichi Ouma will be your boyfriend. And that’s not a lie. " Kokichi said proudly.

" Is this how you will confess your love to me? " (y/n) questioned him curiously and smiled.

" I, (Y/n) Ouma is already your wife. That’s the truth. " (y/n) said to him and winked.

Kokichi laughed, and you joined him.

You both ended up being together and started walking back to your dorms holding hands. Such a nice way to start a new beginning.

End

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[bluemoondust]

✧General Yandere Headcanons — Ouma Kokichi✧

Request: Could you write yandere headcannons for Kokichi?

I hate the fact that this purple gremlin has grown on me,,, welp,,, I wanted to keep his more crude side, but also sprinkle in the fact that he genuinely does care for his darling, but he's just used to putting up a front,,, I hope that was interpreted to be so in the writing!

Warning(s): Heavy Manipulation, Death Threats, Bullying, Degradation

I feel sorry for any darling that has this devious little liar obsess over. Not only is Kokichi a massive manipulator who will constantly try to get under your skin, but he has a firm belief that only he is allowed to see you like this. He genuinely feels that he has the right to push your buttons no matter your protests or pleads for him to stop. Why? It's all just a game, don't be so sensitive.

Because of this, you have a really hard time determining his opinion on you. Sometimes you believe he just hates you, other times it could be that you're so easy in his eyes. Whatever the reason, he certainly revels in your reactions; so cute, so vulnerable. Honestly his actions can be considered to be borderline bullying when thinking over every prank he's pulled on you and lie he's told. Sometimes he even tease you for any negative flaw such as clumsiness.

That doesn't change the fact that he loves you to pieces. I mean, he wouldn't have drived all those who even tried to make you cry away if he didn't love you. Or was that a lie? Maybe he just takes pity. Deep down, he hates when people assume they can do whatever they want, especially towards you. Kokichi is rather possessive when it comes to you. Again, he deems himself worthy of taunting and jesting with you. He even states that he knows more about you than anyone else. Even yourself. All those who ignorantly believe they can push you around are just dirt under his shoes; not of importance and disposable. If he ever finds out someone trying to approach you in either a threatening manner or something more than friendship, oh, he'll take care of them. Nothing beats blackmail and a little torture.

Kokichi is one of those yanderes who are most likely to kidnap their darling, but his reasoning is out of selfishness. There are days where he can't stand to share you with everyone else. He can be pretty impatient sometimes despite trying to convince himself that in time everything will come into play. However, he gets bored of waiting. Pushing aside that you might hate him for this, he decides to drive away your friends to get closer. He's only pulled some pranks and made fun of you, what's the worse he can do? That is what you would think, but you just wished that were true.

"C'mon darling! Life is unfair sometimes and you know it. What can be better than spending time with the Ultimate Supreme Leader? Oh, don't cry. Tears make you look ugly and we wouldn't want that. You're always so cute smiling and showing me that I've hit the nail on the head!" Yeah... Kokichi is a mean yandere, but he definitely can be soft towards you whenever he wants to. He constantly tells you that all this, this is because he loves you. It's twisted, he admits, but it's the truth. If you, of course, don't believe him, fine. Be like that. Kokichi whines about putting sooooo much effort and that you're being ungrateful. That's okay though! You're forgiven because it's you. Luckily.

Escaping. That's... Troublesome and also a risk. Sure, you can go for it; Kokichi even counts on it. Heck, he even makes it out to be a game. All he has to do is find you, right? Then he'll win this little game and punish you for the stunt you tried to pull. It's okay though because it's just some basic punishments with some degrading in between. After he's finished and you're sobbing, he'll wrap his arms around you, cooing at your tearful face. Kokichi only tells you that everything can be oh so wonderful if you just behaved and not try anything idiotic. You're so dumb to think that you can escape, but it is fun nevertheless to see your hopeful face.

[dadsbongos]

hello! i really like your writing and i was wondering if you could write hajime or kokichi in marshmallow hell? whichever you prefer! if not that’s perfectly fine! have a good day :)

marshmallow hell asks give me more life than air does ngl

Request for: Hajime Hinata and Kokichi Ouma Warnings: boobee and hornee(maybe? if you squint at cockitchy) ~~~

Hajime Hinata:

Rubbing a hand over his face, Hajime huffed out his frustrations and exhaustions - quickly gathering his girlfriend’s attention. She quirked a brow, concerned for the poor boy’s wellbeing and about to ask when he suddenly turned around. Bags under his eyes and intensity radiating off of his stressed muscles, “Can I ask you a favor? It might sound a bit weird but just hear me out.”

“Do you want me to hold you?” (Y/n) extended her arms out, “Because that’s not weird.”

“Yes, but - well,” Hajime clenched his eyes shut, “I’ll stop as soon as you tell me to but can you please just let me show you? It’s super weird to say out loud!”

“Uh, sure?”

“Thank you…” he sighed, nodding to himself before moving to lay over his girlfriend slightly.

He lowered onto her until his head was snuggly tucked into the valley of his lover’s breasts.

“Oooh, this is what you meant,” (Y/n) grinned, pressing a quick kiss to Hajime’s head, “You didn’t have to make such a big deal out of it.”

Whatever replies Hajime was feeding her were muffled, completely incomprehensible beyond the fact it was, in fact, his voice. 

Beginning to run her fingers through her beau’s hair, (Y/n) chuckled at his earlier hesitance to speak his own desires into existence, “Hopefully this de-stresses you a bit, dear.”

Once again, his response was muffled and unrecognizable, but his nods were telling enough. He’d never felt so at peace before.

Kokichi Ouma: 

Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader, if that was even his real talent, was an absolute, irredeemable menace.

Or so, that’s what (Y/n) thought as she felt her entire body begin to heat up in the midst of her flagrant embarrassment. Tiny, rather frail, bony arms were pinned tightly in a close circle around her waist, a face buried in between her boobs. A specific face. The resident liar’s - Kokichi Ouma’s - face.

Her hands planted on the boy’s shoulders, “What’re you doing?!”

“Showing you how much I missed you!” he pulled back briefly just to gasp out those words before immediately planting his face back into her cleavage.

“In the middle of the hall?” she relented, resigning herself to simply let her boyfriend be, at least until one of their classmates was unfortunate enough to begin walking by, “Is this really necessary?”

“Awww,” he cooed, pulling away once again to rest his cheek on the curve of (Y/n)’s breast, “You’re so cute when you’re flustered, you know? And that’s not a lie.”

“Just saying it’s not a lie makes it sound like a lie…”

“C’mon, (Y/n), why would I lie to you?! You’re my beloved, if I lied to you, our relationship itself would crumble!” he sniffled, already starting to give out his infamous crocodile stage tears.

“God, please not on my uniform, it’s not even noon - I can’t change yet that’d be weird!”

“Fine, fine,” Kokichi rolled his eyes before grinning devilishly, “In that case!”

In less than a second, Kokichi had already shoved his face back into his girlfriend’s cleavage. Like the menace he was.

[danganronpa-imagine-headcanon]

Shuichi and Kokichi (separately) with an ultimate psychoanalyst s/o that reads everyone?

Hey anon! I can do that for you. Kokichi’s was pretty fun to write, haha— thanks for sending this in! Have a nice day.

-Mod Kirumi

Shuichi and Kokichi with a psychoanalyst S/o!

Shuichi Saihara

•Shuichi admired your talent— he found you to be rather talented due to that fact

•He was a little anxious at first, because he knew you would be able to read him rather well, and, admittedly, he was not ready to be analyzed and have you constantly know what he was feeling

•But he gets used to it, over time!

•He truly is proud of you, and he thinks you can do something not a lot of other people can

•If there was someone he cared about that was acting a bit different, he might ask you to see if they were alright

•He hopes it’s not a bother for you— he just wants to know if his friends are alright, so he can check up on them and let them know they aren’t alone if they aren’t okay!

•Sometimes, after a long day, he’ll just like to hold you close

•He’d listen to you explaining how you tend to analyze people, and what signs you look for when looking for a certain emotion, etc

•He finds it cool to hear about how you do it!

•So, really, Shuichi is super proud of you!

•He thinks you’re really talented, and he likes seeing you do something you enjoy!

•You aren’t half bad at it, either

•So, keep going! He’s happy to see you accomplish things

•He truly is

Kokichi Ouma

•Well, as a liar, as well as an Ultimate Supreme Leader, he was a tough code to crack

•But, after getting to know him, and especially as you two became significant others, it was easier to tell what his emotions were

•Whether he was being sincere, or if it was just another lie

•He’ll admit— not everyone can so easily look at him, analyze him for a moment, and understand his emotions and how he’s feeling at that moment

•It’s also not exactly convenient when he wants to hide what he’s feeling

•But, other than that, props to you, honestly! You’re able to tell what someone like him is feeling

•It prevents him from hiding how he feels, and that’s not something he likes, but he supposes he’ll just have to deal with it

•He likes to point at people and excitedly turn to you

•“S/o, S/o! How are they feeling? How are they doing? Ohhh, S/o, that one looks super mad!”

•It gets a bit annoying sometimes, and you can’t always keep up with his swift and chaotic energy, but that’s a part of why you love him

•So, overall, Kokichi finds your talent intriguing!

•He thinks it’s rather cool that you’re able to do something like that, and while it’s not as cool when you use your Ultimate to find out what he’s feeling, he still is impressed with you

•You aren’t doing half bad of a job! He’s proud of you

•And that’s coming from the Ultimate Supreme Leader, so cherish that!

[mahiruz-photoz]

Author's note: so y'all know that one TBHK scene where Hanako "confesses" to Yashiro but in reality its to stop this ghost tree thing? I wanna do that except with Kokichi and its a Non-Despair AU and theres an actual confession. Heavily inspired by this fanfic (go check them out if you like TBHK, their mods are really cool). So uh Happy Valentine’s Day! It got long so most of it is under the cut.

-"Meet me at the big tree in the school garden" you read the words over and over again. It was signed by anonymous but any person could tell you that it was KOKICHI.

-”Do you think he’s going to confess to me?” Tsumugi playfully punched your shoulder. “Course he is! He even used that classic anime trope! He must be serious!” You chuckled to yourself. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. This was Kokichi after all, a person infamously known for being a prankster and huge liar.

-While Tsumugi rambled on about how this was ‘meant to be’ and it was ‘true love’, you started to convince yourself. Maybe just maybe he does like you back. I mean other than Gonta, Kokichi only really hung out with you.

-As the bell rang to show that lunch had ended, you asserted your belief with a smile. 

-As soon as school was over, you rushed over to the meeting place. You were so excited you could barely standstill. Soon you saw a familiar purple haired fellow.

-”Hey (Y/N). Sorry if you had to wait too long for me” He put his hand on his neck and he scratched it awkwardly. "It’s fine, Kokichi! I just got here, so I don’t mind” You tried to control the red on your cheeks.

-He took a deep breath and he took a step forward. “(Y/N)... I can’t suppress these feelings anymore. I love everything about you. Your laugh, your smile, your face, your personality, even the crappy school uniform looks amazing on you.” He then shook his head “Sorry I’m rambling… What I’m trying to say is… I’ve fallen for you. The real question is… do you like me back?” He stepped closer. 

-You didn’t know what to say. Your crush liked you back! You internally cheered. Well that was before Kokichi whispered to you.

-”(Y/N)? What are you doing?” Your heart nearly stopped at his next words “I don’t like you like that.” Your heart broke. Your eyes widened slightly. “What?” you tried to control the shaking in your voice. “Y-you don’t?” “That’s my line!” You stepped back slightly “G-Gah!! I’m sorry!” Kokichi kept discreetly looking to the side. 

-You also glanced in that direction. There sat a couple of other people in uniforms. It wasn’t Kokichi’s secret organizations’ uniforms though. That you knew for sure. You deduced it was a rival group. And they quickly left, grumbling something.

-”Welp! They’re gone!” You looked to Kokichi. He had his usual smirk on his face. “Who were they?” You questioned while trying to restrain your tears. “Oh! They were a rival organization. They were trying to defeat the Ultimate Supreme Leader and I defeated them! I told you about them remember?” Ah. You must’ve been daydreaming while he was talking. “Oh. Y-yeah” You gulped and turned around.

-”I’ll get going now…” You started to walk back to the dorms. “Huh? Where are you going?” He placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. Then realization struck ”Wait a minute. You thought this was a real confession, didn’t you? Nishishishi~” 

-However, his laugh and teasing smirk were replaced with wide eyes as soon as he spotted the tears that dripped down your cheeks. “H-how could you g-get my h-hopes up?” You whimpered under your breath but Kokichi heard it loud and clear. You whimpered under your breath but Kokichi heard it loud and clear. Your small tears turned into sobs as you brushed his hand away. “Do you l-like playing with my f-feelings?”

-Kokichi didn’t- no couldn’t say anything. Of course, he liked you. I mean who wouldn’t? What he said before barely even touched how he really felt about you. But he had to do this. The organization knew he liked you and he needed to make sure you had a target off your back. His heart shattered seeing you cry. And because of him, too...

-“I can’t believe you made me think you liked me back… I never should’ve fallen for you…” Wait...what? You liked him? The way he liked you? There’s no way you must be lying! But… you looked so heartbroken.  “I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow Kokichi…” No! He wasn’t going to give up this chance. If he didn’t do something now, you would never talk to him again. 

-He grabbed your wrist “Please don’t go… I never wanted to make you cry... I love you too…” Huh? You looked back at him. He was looking down at his feet. He was ashamed. Could this be one of his pranks? No, his expression was way too genuine for that.

-”You do...?” He nodded and pulled you into a hug. “I never plucked up the courage to tell you. I’m sorry” You buried your face into his neck. You raised your head and leaned in your forehead with his. “So~ do you wanna be the Ultimate Supreme Leader’s (S/O)?” Your melodious giggles filled his ears before you nodded and whispered yes.

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[stingiez-archive]

I need more Gonta angst in my life, so I'm gonna request a scenario where Gonta gets bullied for his love of bugs and his mannerisms and his s/o comforts him. I love this bug man so much

Author’s Note: GONTA ANGST, GONTA ANGST!!!! I love it too, ngl skskskksjs! Hope you enjoy!

Gonta Gokuhara x Reader: Comforting a Bug Lover

Kokichi was at it again, the little dick.

You and Gonta were fine, having a good time listening to one another rambling about your interests when fucking Kokich had to ruin this.

“Ewwww, (Y/N)!” Kokichi whined, as he waltzed up to you and Gonta, “Why are you hanging out with lame Gonta when you could be hanging out with someone better?!”

“Get lost, Kokichi,” you huffed to the Ultimate Supreme Leader, taking Gonta’s hand into yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. However, Kokichi kept at it in his typical Kokichi fashion.

“But Gonta’s sooooo weird! I mean, who likes bugs that much?!” Kokichi exclaimed. You felt Gonta tense up but you shot him a reassuring look.

“And I mean, he’s suuuuuch a dumbie, too! Talking like Tarzan and all. What are you, his Jane?” Kokichi cackled.

“Kokichi, enough!” you yelled at the purple-haired gremlin, fed up with him harassing your boyfriend. Yet, the damage was done.

Gonta silently rose from the table and made a swift exit, not bothering to say goodbye to either of you. Once he was gone, you turned to Kokichi and grabbed him by the ear, “You’re a little shit, you know that right?”

“Of course, I do!” Kokichi giggled, “But can you let go of my ear, now?”

You have Kokichi’s ear a quick punch before releasing your grasp on him, running after your boyfriend. You searched high and wide for Gonta until you stumbled across him in his dorm room, the door conveniently left open.

“Go, bugaboo?” your voice was gentle and warm, “Is it okay if I come in?”

No response.

“I’m gonna come in, okay?”

A sniffle.

You walked into the dorm room to find Gonta laying in bed, hugging his butterfly container. Tears were rolling down his cheeks in fat droplets, the sight broke your heart into pieces.

“Gonta, honey..” you took a seat next to your boyfriend and began rubbing his back, “Is it what Kokichi said that has you like this? You know that he’s a liar.”

“No, K- Kokichi right..” Gonta hiccuped, “Gonta silly and stupid..”

“Gonta, you’re not silly or stupid,” you answered, your voice slightly firm with  conviction.

“Gonta is!” he exclaimed, turning to face you with bloodshot eyes, “Gonta likes bug too much, others find bugs creepy.. Gonta talks funny.. Gonta stupid.. stupid, stupid, stupid..”

“Gonta Gokuhara,” you gently grab your boyfriend by the cheeks and pull him close, making him rest his head against your chest, “You will never be stupid. You’re the Ultimate Etymologist, you’re a scientist. As a scientist, you’re just as smart as the other science related Ultimates like Miu or Kiibo!”

“G- Gonta is?” Gonta’s eyes glistened with fresh tears, threatening to spill down his tanned cheeks.

“Of course you are, Gonta,” you continued, “And I think bugs are great and I think you speak perfectly fine. I’m just sick of the likes of people like Kokichi taking advantage of you or harassing you.. you’re a true gentleman, Gonta Gokuhara. You deserve the world.”

Gonta slowly sat up and pressed his lips to yours, enveloping you in a sweet kiss. His lips tasted like today’s lunch, sweet teriyaki and rice. You ran your hands through your boyfriend’s messy green locks while you two kissed, happy to be kissing your sweet Gonta.

“Gonta loves (Y/N),” he whispered after breaking the kiss.

“(Y/N) loves Gonta,” you whispered back with a smile, “I love you more than butterflies love nectar.”

That moment Gonta knew.. you were the one for him.