Parallel Lines

“These are the terms of this deal. Do you accept these terms?”

Sixteen students wake up in a strange place that looks very familiar. It seems like Hope’s Peak Academy, but nothing is quite right. Everything looks backwards. The colors seem off. And they can’t remember anything outside of a few key facts; everyone had been in a Killing Game before, not everyone made it to the end, and now they’ve been trapped once again. 

Monokuma is back, and he’s brought with him a new bag of tricks to bring everyone to the depths of despair. As the class tries to get on their feet and adapt to their new situation in the warped and twisted domain of the Underworld Academy, everyone can’t help but feel like there is something deeply sinister under the surface. 

New bonds will be forged. Lies will be revealed. And as everyone fights for their lives, they all can’t help but start to believe the menacing taunt of their so-called Headmaster. 

“Once you are in Hell, only the Devil can help you out.”

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Chapter Links: (Please check these to ensure you read in the correct order, as Tumblr likes to shake it up for some reason)

Prologue: Welcome to Hell

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

PRLOGUE CUE VIDEO

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Part 26

Part 27

Part 28

Part 29

Part 30

Part 31

Part 32

Part 33

Part 34

Part 35

Part 36

Part 37

Part 38

Part 39

Part 40

CONFESSIONS OF A ROTTEN GIRL 🍅

Let's see.. could I request Miu, kaede, and Kokichi with a soft dom reader? And if you could, with female reader please! But if you can't do that, gn is fine:)

✫ featuring — kaede akamatsu, miu iruma, kokichi ouma.

✫ content — softdom!reader, readers gender just didn’t come up so gender neutral, sls!kaede, sub!miu, sub!kokichi, light brat taming, light bimbofication, mentions of painplay, light degradation, pet names (angel, pretty girl, sweetheart etc). let me know if i missed any <3

✫ — kaede.

soft dom on soft dom crime.

literally the spiderman meme of them both pointing at each other. that's you two. i broke you down to your bare essentials.

in all seriousness - what matters most to kaede is compromise and ensuring that each of you is happy and comfortable. so if you're comfier falling into a more dominating role, she'll be more than happy to acquiesce.

probably an ideal partner for a soft dom tbh. she's so good for you :(( very rarely bratty. and if she is, it's easy to fuck out of her.

dare i say... bimbofication kink.

she just !! kinda like being tenderly reduced to absolute putty !! can't even think or remember to breathe or blink without you gently reminding her !! she has so much trust in you of course.

not super into pain play - she probably doesn't have a very high tolerance for it, but she likes to be marked up a little.

will absolutely get adorably embarrassed if you can see them the next day, though.

doesn't necessarily beg unless you tell her to, but will always thank you, so it evens out.

makes the prettiest noises; she graduates from soft, pitchy gasps in the beginning to broken cries and half-sobs when she's worn out and sore and sweating.

honestly kinda likes being told what to do instead of taking on a leadership role for once.

if you compliment her hands or her fingers she'll turn to absolute mush. kiss them <3 hold them <3 suck on them <3 she's yours.

favourite name to be called is "my pretty girl" asjsjdndn.

✫ — miu.

you literally render her speechless.

whenever she says smth vulgar you just tilt your head and ask in a soft voice, "you wanna say that again, sweetheart?" and. yeah you literally broke her. her knees actually gave out.

now. now. you might think that because of the stuff miu says that she's a hard dom. but you'd be mistaken. i mean, do you see how she reacts when people degrade her?? who reacts by blushing and sweating when kokichi calls them a cum dumpster?

yeah she is a degradee.

she likes when you're mean, but oh my god she loves it when you mix praise with it. "my dumb little angel", "my filthy girl", "you're just my pretty little bimbo, huh?" ahhhhhsjsjs.

intentionally acts teasing and bratty just to rile you up. she will test the soft in your soft dom. bends down so you can see up her skirt, leans over so her chest is in your face, flirts with everybody right in front of you...

whew.

you have your work cut out for you, for sure. but in the end, you're the only one who can reduce her to such a red-face sobbing mess <3

will beg you to go rougher on her. "more! gimme more, i can take it!" muffling a cry into your shoulder. "y-you're tryna punish me, right? s-so fuckin' do it already..."

your baby is so loud. she has absolutely no control over her voice. at first, you thought she was exaggerating to rile you up but god she's just so sensitive that every touch has her reeling. you're just gonna have to shove your fingers in her mouth to quiet her down, what a shame :((

can take a fair bit of pain. goes absolutely feral if you leave hickeys on her neck and bruises on her thighs. she adores looking absolutely wrecked afterwards - makeup running down her face, sweating, red-face, tear tracks cracking on her cheeks, bruises blooming under the skin of her throat.

for like... fifteen seconds after, she gets uncharacteristically shy. this is the one and only time she will thank you, before snapping out of her daze and returning to the miu we all hate love.

✫ — kokichi.

you uh. you sure about the soft part there?

this man is infuriating. and he knows it, too.

testing your patience is a full-time job and baby, he's committed.

real talk. i know what you're probably thinking - that kokichi is also a hard dom. in my humble opinion, no, wrong, incorrect. kokichi is a brat.

and maybe the worst case you've ever seen, too. this boy fights you on absolutely everything. he challenges everything you say. he argues semantics with you. nothing is off-limits.

you must have the patience of a saint. it might actually genuinely infuriate him at times, the fact that he can't get you to crack. sometimes he just wants you to snap and go fucking feral on him.

but most of the time... he likes you as you.

it's nice. he's really unsure about it at first, actually, but this feeling of being taken care of is something he begins to get used to. a lot of the time during the act, you'll catch him with this soft, dazed look on his face, like he's in the middle of a dream.

rarely though. and then he annoys you so bad you forget it in like a minute rip.

king of "oh? make me," and similar taunts. "whatcha gonna do about it?" "get over here and make me why don't you?" boy if you don't—

it's genuinely fascinating watching his composure break down in front of you. it starts out so small, a stray gasp or his fingers tightening in the sheets, but if you keep at it slowly and patiently pretty soon he's whimpering and hissing through his teeth, telling you through clenched teeth to get on with it already.

tries to order you around, but we're moving at your pace. he'll call you plenty of names to try and light a fire under you. one day you'll have to give in <3

the ultimate goal of any session is to get him pleading. it can be done, if you're patient. it's for sure a sight - hands twisting the sheets until his knuckles are white, cheeks filmed with red, tears beading at his lashline and hair stuck to his forehead. "please," he'll gasp all pretty. "fuck- you- nngh, please, get on with it already!"

you gotta oblige <3

10/10 would brat tame again.

Fallout protags who can never truly leave their trauma behind.

A lone wanderer whos just a little more resistant to rads, if not completely ghoulified, they almost wander into it without guidance because they've yet to realise, like their body is seeking the nearest rad source

A courier who feels as if they're rotting inside, they're not entirely alive and yet aren't dead. They'll be on the edge of death yet continue going even after they're in a critical condition.

A sole survivor whos nearly always cold, maybe before the war they had warm hands, they'd hold their partner in a tight embrace and all that was there was warmth but now they're surrounded by a chilly wind, even if they should be roasting

It's a post-game "it was all a simulation and now we're stuck in a hospital" kind of a situation.

Perjury!

redraw of a 2017 piece

you elope with aizawa, partially because of his schedule and the need for you to legally be married in cade anything happens to him on the job, and he is content with the decision-

until years later he's at a friend's wedding, watching the couple do their first dance. the look in their eyes, the excitement and tradition: he feels like he robbed you of an experience

Trans Visibility Day activities

(image id in alt, i hope!)

FORGIVENESS. — aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: 2.1k

WARNING: dirty talk (sho has the filthiest mouth ever :O), choking (brief), manhandling, slapping, face-grabbing, degradation/humiliation, semi-public sex, frottage, blowjob mention, creampie, ruined orgasm

genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, cunt, pussy (even though these terms are used the readers genitals are ambiguous)

a/n: UMM I THINK I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE…….. DIALOGUE no one talks about how embarrassing it is to write this stuff outtttt my face is burning

“I just want to know why.” Aizawa says, hunched over with his hands in his pockets. You can see how tense his shoulders are, and the furrow of his brows almost makes you want to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. In the middle of Musutafu’s central police station, you sit in an uncomfortably stiff chair that digs into your thighs, the plastic all but holding you in place. It wasn’t even your fault— Okay, maybe throwing the first punch was your fault. And ignoring Shouta’s dire instructions to stay out of trouble. And maybe you deserve a slap on the wrist for instigating….But what was a broken leg to a regeneration quirk?

And maybe the whole argument-in-front-of-the-police thing wasn’t very smart either. So what, you’re a big boy. You can handle yourself, you don’t need Shouta’s saving.

“He’ll live.” Is all you say, watching Shouta’s jaw clench. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he nods once, crossing his arms over his chest. Through his black shirt, though baggy, you can see the swell of his biceps as they rest on his opposing knuckles. And because you just can’t help yourself, you grumble, “Bitch deserved it anyway.”

“Right..” He laughs, almost in disbelief, as he signs something you can’t quite make out at the reception table. Then he turns to you and grabs your arm, tightening his grip as he walks you out the station. You have the urge to run, to scramble out of his grasp and go as far as your legs will take you. To your left, a police officer looks ready to ask you more questions but he’s interrupted before he can even take an opening breath. “He’s with me, I got it handled.”

You’re fucked.

“Airheaded little boys and bars don’t mix,” He makes a passing comment, opening the passenger's seat to his car and hastily pushing you in. Usually, the casual dominance of his large, veiny hands buckling your seatbelt for you would have you swooning, raising your chin to steal a kiss on his stubbled cheek with a saccharine smile. Instead, you turn your head away, watching Shouta close the door and briskly walk to the driver’s seat, and from there he sits with bristle, moving his hair out of his handsome face. His eyes remain heavy-lidded, dark circles cascading into deep shadows around his tired eyes. “Do you—“

“I know you can’t say the same for yourself, but I handle myself just fine.” You feel quite proud of yourself for that one, crossing your arms over your chest and setting your jaw— just like you’d seen the hero do before.

“Aht, what do I always say about speaking over me?” Aizawa’s grip on your jaw tightens, squeezing your cheeks and pushing your lips together. You look much sweeter like this, quiet and anticipating as you look at him with wide eyes. His dark eyes are even darker, stone cold and unrelenting— but you can see a trickle of red light gleam through them. “Repeat it.”

“‘M’not sh’posed sh’to…” And part of you wants to ignore how the sadistic quirk of his lips upturns as you speak, but the brat in you just can’t let it go. You roll your eyes, averting your gaze as if the traffic lights are the most entertaining things you’ve seen in a while.

“Oh, so you can listen,” You just choose not to. His grip loosens as he pulls out the parking lot, driving in silence.

Save for the occasional blinker signal sound as he drives— wherever you’re going isn’t home, you’d realized after a particularly sharp turn into a vacant lot. During the drive, Aizawa seems to have collected himself, his long, dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that trickled down his shoulders. Evidently, he didn’t want to drive angry, and most certainly didn’t want to punish you while angry. “Need me to pound some sense into you, baby? Knock those bratty thoughts right outta that pretty head of yours?”

A high whine threatens to escape your throat, Shouta reaching over to grab your throat and nip at your lips, trailing hot, wet kisses and bites down to your chin and throat. He seems to move your body so easily, manhandling you into the perfect position to be used, into positions that have you whining and moaning like a slut. Your legs spread across his lap, and had his seat not been lowered, you’d surely have smacked your head into the ceiling.

It’s embarrassing, all it takes is a few kisses and bites to have you rutting in his arms, desperate to blow off steam and even more desperate for him. Aizawa’s hands rest at your hips, holding you down while he grinds into you slowly, like he’s fucking you, save for the layers of clothes in the way. You click your tongue, fingers exploring the dark sea of hair framing his face. You go to pull, wrapping the locks around your fingers, but your efforts are fruitless.

“You wanna touch? That’s cute. Ask for it, I know you can use your manners, gonna ask to touch me, baby?” He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and gruff and stern. It’s completely rhetorical, he’s demanding you ask. The low purr of his voice sends shivers down your spine, instinctively you move to touch between your thighs, to feel pressure where you need it, but you can’t.

Because Shouta stops you with his stupidly large and strong hands. Because Shouta’s gaze is stern and downright scary. Because Shouta’s dick could be inches down your throat by now, had you just been a good boy, and the promise of that in the future makes you want to pause. Still, you groan, because how dare he deprive you of his dick. How dare he let you sit there, drooling for it and whiney as if that’s not evidence enough.

“You just needed some attention, didn’t you?” Aizawa purrs, unbuttoning your clingy jeans and pulling them past the swell of your ass to place a harsh smack straight across it. You jerk forward, face falling into his shoulder as he laughs at you, condescending and evil and mean. “Needed Daddy to hold your hand, whisper a few pretty words in your ears and give that greedy pussy a stern talkin’ to.”

“Don’t— don’t call it that,” You whisper, weak in the knees and your limbs feel like jello.

“Why not? That’s what it is, isn’t it? Always so ready and pretty, always aching for Daddy’s tongue, fingers.. his cock. Got a perfect pussy on my boy, don’t I? S’a perfect fit.”

His dick springs to life, through the fly of his comfortable pants and twitching against his matching black sweatshirt. Your mouth waters, watching as the brown-pink tip leaks precum, a particularly pretty vein disappearing into the head and wrapping around his shaft. You want to trace it with your tongue, drool all over it and have him force it down your throat while you cry and moan. Knowing Shouta, he’d pinch your nose and watch you struggle to breathe with a sweet smile on his face.

You can hear the faint click of the center console organizer closing, and the loud squelch of lube pouring, but you don’t expect the cool sensation of it being rubbed into your skin. It feels nice against the blazing smack from earlier, but all you can think of is how obscene you must look, whining in your Daddy’s arms while he prods at your hole and squeezes handfuls of your ass. Cool air brushes against your hole, you’re spread out for anyone to see, back arched while you push back on his fingers and moan like a whore.

“Such a greedy hole,” Shouta tuts, smacking your ass once more as a warning to get you to stop moving. You both know if he wanted to he could simply grab your hips, hold you in place and finger your brains out, but he wants you to keep your composure yourself. You said it, anyways. You can handle yourself just fine. “Gonna let me fuck this cunt stupid, baby? Stretch you out like you need it. Don’t rush.”

His fingers curl inside you, moans bubbling in your throat as your hips buck forward, your front clothed and aching. Your eyes roll back, a knot forming in your stomach as your abdomen clenches and his fingers thrust into the same sweet spot over and over and over. You mewl and cry, blabbering nonsense into his ears while he nips at your cheek, calling you a slut for liking this so much, for trying to take his fingers deeper, even once they’ve reached the final knuckle.

“Never. Fuckin’. Satisfied.” He enunciates with particularly sharp thrusts before slowly sliding his fingers out of you, feeling your hole wink around nothing, empty once again. He wipes the remaining lube on his fingers onto your face, watching as your watery eyes blink in delayed confusion. He smiles, sadistically sweet before slapping you across the cheek and pushing his fingers into your mouth, watching your lips curl into a dopey smile. Still, you’re empty.

Too empty.

“Wait.. wait.. Sho’, wan’ more.. c‘mon, give it t’me, please! I can— M’your good boy, m’a good boy..” You sob, wailing in his cock as he pushes his head against your hole. You wriggle down, watching as his strong hands tighten around your waist. He holds you there, thrusting up into your hole to use you like a fleshlight, groaning as your warmth wraps around his big dick, and kisses his tip with velvet.

You squeal, eyes scrunched closed as he raises you up and down as if you weigh nothing, an aching burn in your thighs as you struggle to push down onto his cock.

“Shut up, if they catch you taking a Pro-Hero’s dick like some whore that’s all you’ll ever be known for,” He gasps, spreading your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside you through the side-view mirror. Sticky precum holds you two together, making a particularly sloppy sound when he pulls out completely, then slams back in. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanna be passed around at an agency, see how many loads you can take in that fuckin’ cunt.”

“M’sorry, Shou— M’sorry Daddy, please..!”

“You’ll take what I give you, brat,” His thrusts grow sluggish and sloppy as you crash into him and pant in his ear, tears streaming down your pretty face as every coherent thought leaves your brain. All you can muster out are jumbled pleas, toes curling as you grab his shirt— how slutty you must look while he’s still fully clothed. “You can handle yourself, right? You’ll cum on this dick with no hands, let Daddy fuck a load into you while you cum since you think you’re such a big boy.”

The knot in your abdomen tightens, your hole fluttering around his cock as Shouta moans, and you feel your body shutter as it briefly goes numb. You’re cumming, your head falls forward as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing in his lap with tiny, “Uh, uh, uh”‘s. Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock impossibly deep until you feel warmth flood your stomach, but before you can ride the high of getting your release, Shouta shoves you down at the hilt of his dick, pumping rope after rope inside you.

You want to cry, ball your hands into fists and beat at his chest because of course, you’re not allowed to cum. Of course, your orgasm is ruined and he gets to huff out satisfied breaths.

So mean.

“I know,” He sighs, breathless and tired as he slowly lifts you off his cock, hissing at the sensitivity. You let him do it, clawing at his shirt with a newfound lack of strength, whining as he catches the cum leaking out of you and pushes it back into your spent hole. He squeezes your ass one last time before pulling your pants and underwear back up, buttoning your jeans as if he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you high and dry. “I’m so mean, so mean. I’ll make it up to you.”

Too fucked out to say anything, you let him situate you back in the passengers seat, watching as he buckles your seatbelt for you. Whining, you grab his wrist, letting a sleepy smile grace your lips as he kisses your cheek. You had a lot to talk about once you got home, but he’d let you sleep for now.

“Brat.” He hums, nothing but love in his voice.

heya heya Her!! welcome to the new blog my dear friend <33 i wish you the best luck!!

Can i have Mondo Owada x reader cuddling headcanons?? :D your writings will be fantastic! there is no doubt! >w<

Welcome as well, my child! Thank you for your kind words and wishes.

Ah, already expecting only good from me, my child? This is very adorable and actually pleasant to hear. So, I guess I should follow your expectations.

- Herr

Mondo Oowada cuddling headcanons

Warnings: swearing, pet names (if that's a trigger for you)

I associate Mondo with Poseidon - a greek supreme sea god, rageful, heavy-tempered, domineering, possessing ubreakable, turbulent strength, furiously chasing those who insult him.

Edit by me.

~ Mondo may be a bold, foul-mouthed, intimidating delinquent who always gets into a fight with someone who's too brave to cross roads with him. But, truth to be told, his heart is as big as he himself.

~ That means he becomes much softer when it's his beloved one. His tone becomes more tender, softer and more quiet, he swears less and all in all acts more affectionate.

~ He's actually a little shy when it comes to romantic physical touch. We all know Oowada has strength complex, and he understands that romance supposes being soft, because he doesn't want to hurt you, so at first time, at the beginning of relationship, his hugs are light, timid, but still full of love. It doesn't mean he's against it. Mondo's just unused to it. He's unused to have a full romantic relationship at all, so, please, be patient with him. He needs to get used to it.

~ And when he gets used to it, he goes all to the fullest. He loves to hold you in his big strong arms, pressing you to his huge body. At these times he understands that he actually stays strong even at these actions, being your strong protecter, holding you safe in his warm embraces.

~ Due to his regular workouts, which guaranteed him having a good blood circulation and other physical things, his body is very warm most of the time, so expect every cuddling session to be also a warming up.

~ By the way his boobs are kinda soft

~ Again, as it was said, he's a huge trouble maker, a huge fan of fights, but he's so tender with his little princess/prince (he would call you that even if you're the same height as him or taller, but if you're uncomfortable with the nickname, he'll stop).

~ Mondo will cuddle with you when you had a bad day, patting your head gently and telling your insulters are "fuckers who don't deserve to even look at you in the wrong way", that you're his treasure and how much he loves, adores you. He will cuddle you during cold day/night, pressing you tightly to his massive chest, wrapping his arms around your whole body. He will cuddle you when you can't fell asleep, rubbing your back, trying to lull you this way. He also smells good, like something very dear to you. His natural scent. He uses perfume sometimes, but you feel this scent anyway.

~ He loves pepperng your face with kisses, caressing it with his big palms. His lips are soft and warm, maybe just a little bit rough in some places.

~ Mondo likes it when you sit in his lap. If you're shorter than him, you remind him of a cub and it's so adorable to him. He just adores to feel strong enough to protect you from all dangerous things in this world and his heart melts from the fact that you trust him enough to be so close to him.

~ Sometimes, especially when meeting each other after some time, he loves to hug you, then lift up a little and whirl around with you. He will also give you piggy pag rides . Again, if you're uncomfortable with these actions, he won't do anything that upsets you.

~ All in all, this man is perfect for cuddles.

Here it is, my child. Please, inform me if you'd like to change anything.