Two Of My Fave Ships And Rare Pair Combined

My ot3 of ot3

✨Collage updated with 10th anniversary outfits✨

“Fuck”

Short tentacle smut 18+

Part 2 “milking”

Had to remove gif (sorry)

Warnings: tentacles, rape, kind of bondage, aphrodisiac/ drugs cumflation, breeding kink?

You woke from your slumber as something smooth run up your legs. You jolt, jumping up, sitting up right you panic. You look down the side of the bed, the covers hang off concealing most of the floor and whatever lied beneath, but an ominous warm glow radiates from beneath the you. The smooth sensation moves, reminding you why you woke, grabbing the covered throwing off the bed in a panic, to reveal tentacles…

It’s hard to describe, smooth almost scale like skin, deep red with bumps and ridges on some. Each different sizes and widths. You tried to move, and not make a sound to not disturb whatever this was.

Mistake.

It grabs your ankles, tightly, wrapping around your flesh. The pure muscle easily over power you and spread your legs.

“What the fuck!” You scream.

What happened next happens so quickly there’s no time to react, no time to fight.

Quickly it lifts you off the bed by your ankles, another hand full grab at your wrist, another covers your mouth to conceal your screams. You look around the room in fear, the room is dimly lit by the orange and yellow light that come from under your bed. More of these things come out from the under the bed. You squirm but it’s pointless. It’s grip to strong.

Now suspended in the air, softer and smaller limbs start to roam and explore your body. One seemed slimy, as it coated your skin, it was hot under its touch. The smaller ones went under your lose shirt and ran along your panties. The fluid coated your nipples and it tingled and started to burn, it made them become stiff as your clit starts to swell from it… was it an aphrodisiac? the burn was quickly relieved when the tentacle started to circle, rub and pinch your nipples. While the sensation removed the burning feeling, it felt good, too good. Your pussy throbs at the feeling.

They quickly ripped your panties and shirt the fabric falling to the floor.

You prayed it to end… but the burning could only be satisfied by pleasure.

The aphrodisiac coats your pussy, the tentacle wraps around your clit tightly, it’s so incredibly painful, the feeling of the burning so intense you can’t help but scream and cry. You try to fight and pull away.

And it worked. The tentacle let go of your clit and slowly released its grip over your mouth.

“God please let me go” you beg. “Please”

You notice 3 different types of tentacles emerge from under the bed. Almost dick shaped.

“Oh god no” you cried as one hovers over your mouth. “Plea-.”

Your cries are cut short as the cock shaped tentacle thrust down your throat.

Then one plunges into your sopping cunt, it’s painful, the stretch forced to happen so quickly.

The pain starts to feel good, your moans muffled by the tentacle thrusting down your throat.

More tentacles continue to touch you, pinching and pulling your nipples, wrapping around your tits.

3 with bulbous tops emerge. Two hover above your breast one between your legs.

The painful yet so pleasant grip on your nipples loosen. The balls open like a flower.

They start to suck, your nipples and clit, it’s too many sensational once. The feeling of the cock down your throat and thrusting deep and fast into your pussy. Ot starts to tighten. Your close, god no, you can’t cum forming being raped by a monster. The feeling getting closer. The suction feeling so good. Your pussy filthy fluids drip into the floor.

Suddenly a painful sensation curses through your body as the third cock tentacle thrust into your ass. You can’t help it, the pain sending you over, your body convulses your pussy tighten, your fluids gush out of you, as you squirt and cum.

You hope it over, as your breathing labours.

But it doesn’t stop. It goes quicker, like it wants more.

And more it got.

You stayed in the air, the floor drenched in your sweat, tears and cum. Another orgasm rips through you, that made 4. You’re a mess, your body limp no longer fighting.

Suddenly the tentacles thrust become sloppy, losing rhythm, thrusting deeper, and deeper, and with one last deep, deeper then any before, as it sends jolts of pain through your body, its cum coats your throat, sliding down to meet the cum that filled your stomach, cum dropped from your Uber stuffed cunt.

Then gravity hits as it drops your lifeless full body to the floor. Cum gashes from your pussy and ass as you throw up as much as possible.

They slowly start to descend back under the bed.

“Than- thank god” you pant. But as one large one slithers past, it wraps around your ankle again, dragging you back with them……

Moments after. The door opens.

Your roommate who just returned from work notices the mess, the white sticky cum covering the floor, the warm glow… the walk in investigating what may have occurred. The drop to their knees, examining the light under the bed. Then as they lean in close. One snakes around their wrist, and by the time they notice it’s too late… they drag them into ten unknown….

Leg me know if you want a part two with the roommate. Maybe with different type of tentacles, maybe a hot humanoid with tentacles attached or the ability to summon them…. Idk let me know you horny freaks.

dude this hurts

Everybody's got somebody

Bonus:

And then they kiss

“Why won’t you let me see you as more than just a maid!?”

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teruya : exist

rei: how stupid-ly cute you are

Teruya "I finally got a girl" Otori

Satsuhiko may have stolen my shipping heart first, but Terurei is slowly starting to grow on me

Nightmare (Komahina Oneshot)

Nagito Komeada x Hajime Hinata

Warnings: Blood and death

Hajime ran out of the restaurant, trying to find the others. After receiving a worrying message from Nagito, he quickly bolted to the restaurant, to find no one. He didn't see anyone on his way to the beach either.

But right when he turned to enter the beach, he froze.

Fuyuhiko. Sonia. Akane. Kazuichi.

Their bloody bodies lay motionless on the beach. But before he could do anything, he heard small wimpers of pain. Then, he noticed Nagito standing there.

He was gripping Mikan by the back of her neck, and held a knife in his other hand. His once warm gray-green eyes were now swirling, and wide with insanity. Nagito always had a strong obsession with hope, but these were not eyes of hope. They were eyes of despair.

Nagito plunged the knife into Mikan's neck, blood splattering all over the sand, dyeing it red. Mikan's watering eyes, filled with fear, turned dull and lifeless. Nagito let her body drop to the ground. He held a twisted grin on his face. He was clearly proud of himself for his... accomplishments.

He turned his body to face Mikan.

"I am very sorry, Mikan. Will you please... Forgive me?"

The tone of his voice made Hajime flinch, and Nagito let out a twisted, maniacal laugh. All of Hajime's uneasiness suddenly transformed into fear.

Forcing himself to move, Hajime took three small steps forward. Taking a better look at his boyfriend, his hoodie was covered in blood, and had bloody smears on his face. From the looks of the bodies and the bloodstains, they were recent.

Nagito immediately turned his body to face him.

"How nice of you to join us, Hajime! Everyone was waiting for you..."

"You-You did this, didn't you?" Hajime struggled to speak. Nagito smirked.

"What a smart man you are. Of course it was me. They were getting in my way, so I had them removed..."

Hajime looked at Mikan's lifeless body.

"But-But why Mikan?! What did she ever do to you?? Don't you know that she did her best to help you when you had Liar's Disease?!" Nagito chuckled.

"Of course. But that was before Mikan was getting close to you. A little..."

Nagito stepped towards Hajime until his face was level with his.

"...too close for my liking."

Nagito pointed a knife at Hajime's neck when he spoke.

"Are... Are you going to kill me...?"

Nagito was grinning again, as he traced a line from Hajime's neck down his neck to his shoulder with his finger. With his left hand, he gently ran the side of the knife's blade down Hajime's side, his grin widening when he felt Hajime shiver. The blood from the knife made a trail down Hajime's side.

"Now, now Hajime... I could never do that. You're my hope, after all. I did all of this for us."

Nagito cackled again, causing Hajime to flinch once more. Nagito was gone. This wasn't his friend. His boyfriend. Nagito wouldn't do anything so obscene. So... despairing.

But he did. And Hajime was trapped with him.

...Forever.

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Hajime woke with a start. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Hajime took a moment to check his surroundings.

He was in his cottage, laying flat on his back in bed. He checked the clock on the bedside table. 2:30 AM.

He let out a sigh, simultaneously relieved that the nightmare wasn't real, and annoyed that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

He jumped when he heard movement next to him. He turned his head to see Nagito stirring as he turned his body to face Hajime.

That's right. Nagito.

His boyfriend.

Hajime swiftly rolled onto his side to face away from him.

Even though he knew it was just a nightmare, he couldn't help but flinch when Nagito placed his hand on his arm.

He felt Nagito draw his hand back as if he had touched something hot. When he gently grazed his fingers on Hajime's arm, he tensed, but didn't reject the touch.

Nagito fully placed his hand on Hajime's hand again, and felt the boy's muscles relax, though his body was stiff.

"What's wrong, love?" Nagito asked with a sleepy tone. Hajime gulped. He couldn't even begin to imagine how Nagito would react if Hajime told him about the nightmare.

What if he really thought Hajime thought he was a murderer? He would be so offended.

"Nothing," Hajime forced out. Nagito began to gently rub his arm.

"I can see that something's wrong. I felt you tossing and turning in your sleep, and you flinched when I tried to touch you. Please tell me what's wrong," Nagito pleaded.

"It was a nightmare," Hajime finally admitted. "But I can't explain it. I don't want to offend you."

Hajime couldn't see, but he could guess that Nagito raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why would I be offended by a nightmare? You can't control your dreams."

Hajime supposed that was true.

He took a deep breath in, and started to explain.

"I received a message from you, saying that I wouldn't have to worry about death or despair anymore. I headed to the restaurant, but it was empty. Then I headed to the beach, and everyone was dead. And there you were in the middle, with blood on your clothes and an expression of complete despair."

Hajime felt Nagito stiffen in surprise, but the white haired boy continued to rub his arm as he waited for Hajime to continue.

"After you killed Mikan, you turned to me. You said that the others got in your way, so you removed them. You didn't kill me, though. You only killed the others so we would be alone together. Forever."

Nagito was silent for a moment. Hajime was worried that he was offended before he felt his boyfriend wrap his arm around Hajime's torso and pulled him close. Nagito pressed his stomach into Hajime's back and rested his chin on his head.

"That does sound frightening. But I can assure you that I would never kill anyone. As much as I relish the thought of being with you forever, I would never harm or kill anyone to achieve that. That would be far too despairing for me to do."

Hajime managed a smile. Of course Nagito wouldn't harm anyone. He was just too hopeful.

Nagito let out a chuckle. "Is that a smile I see?" He lightly teased. Hajime let out a chuckle of his own. "Maybe."

Nagito smiled and pressed a kiss to his head.

"Are you feeling better, love?" Nagito asked. Hajime held his hand that was wrapped around his waist. "Yeah. Thank you, Nagi."

Nagito held hin tighter. "Of course. Now, what do you say we go back to sleep?"

Hajime nodded and tried to turn his body to face his boyfriend, but Nagito wouldn't budge.

Hajime chuckled pressed up against Nagito's stomach. He supposed he would let Nagito be the big spoon. The nightmare way in the back of his mind, Nagito's warmth and his breathing, along with his heartbeat relaxed Hajime, and he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.

Nagito kissed his head once more before whispering, "Goodnight, my hope. Sweet dreams."

ayy my man

TERUTERU HANAMURA CHARACTER ANALYSIS

After weeks in his wiki, doing the equivalent of liking the now empty chocolate packaging, trying to consume every last bit of canon that I was denied by this game.

And with all that info, I wasn´t just going to keep all my especulation to myself!

So if you are (or aren´t) a Teruteru fan, I hope you have a good time with this character analysis!!

(Meme by konxhk)

ANALYSIS 

Let’s begin with his relationship with his family. First his father.

From the in-game dialogue, Teruteru never mentioned his father, in one scene that he is talking about “his tragic backstory”, instead of talking about his whole family (siblings and both parents), the chef only mentions his mother, brother and sister:

The rise of family restaurants... Constant attacks by cheap chain joints... The bullying from a rival store... A grief-stricken mother...and frightened young siblings who were born to different mothers... To stop that crisis, I ventured alone and competed in a cooking deathmatch hosted by the Shogun of Taste... ...

This is widely interpreted in the fandom as his father not being present throughout his life. Which makes sense. But I don’t think that his parents were divorced though. 

That’s because Teruteru said that he and his siblings only share the same father, and still, he talks about them very intensely. (This is the scene, in his second free time event, that he tells Hajime that his brother and sister are the Ultimate Male Escort and the Ultimate Female Escort, respectively)

Jeez...it's obvious they're just exploiting their youth to make a quick buck! So what if they make a hundred million annually or whatever...? That much money doesn't mean a thing...

That's right! Money isn't everything! You gotta think about the big picture! They think they're so great earning more money than me!

I don't know if he's worried about them or just jealous of them... It's difficult to tell.

I think that if someone has siblings,  but has never interacted with them, or doesn’t know who they are, and only that they’re related, one is not going to care about them… This leads me to believe, not only, that Teruteru knew his siblings in person, but was close to them and possibly lived with them!

This sibling situation is related to the father because, again, Teruteru was born to him and Mamamura, but his sister and brother were born to their father and another woman. This whole shenanigan must have happened while the father was still close enough to Mamamura that she would be willing to care for his children. 

I think that Teruteru wouldn’t be aware of this whole situation.

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But I feel it’s important to keep this context in mind. Especially when talking about, none other than THE Mamamura!

Poor woman had a lot going on.

Basically she had to alternate between dying from sickness and saving the family dinner from bankruptcy, working day and night, nonstop. And mind you, most of the time she was doing both at once. So you might imagine she didn’t have much time nor energy to care for her children, the opposite happened actually, she had to be cared for: as Teruteru said before his execution, he was the one that cared for his mother every time she felt sick.

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With all of that in mind, here is how I believe that Hanamura family dynamic was like:

Mamamura was responsible for caring for 3 kids and the family diner, while dealing with a life threatening disease. Because Fathermura was never at home to help, she wasn’t able to look after her children, and was barely capable of handling the diner and her condition by herself.

Enter Teruteru, not only did he help his mom when she would pass out due to her disease, and was always present to help with the diner, but, as the older brother, Teruteru was the one taking care of his younger siblings, since Mamamura couldn’t do it.

I want to come back to the siblings for a little bit: throughout the Danganronpa series, we see that every Ultimate has always had a predestination for their talent, in other words, even before formally becoming an ultimate, the students already act like experts or prodigies in their field. Do you understand how this might be a problem for the Ultimate Escorts??? If Teruteru made some unnecessary comments sometimes, imagine what those gremlins were discussing at the dinner table. Add that to the fact that Teruteru was 24/7 with those kids growing up, and it instantly makes a lot more sense why Teruteru says such crude things in such a natural way! He is just using the vocabulary he used his entire life at home, the way of speaking he is comfortable with!

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However, even though he says inappropriate stuff out of habit sometimes, that is not the only reason why he makes those comments. Teruteru acts like that because he is insecure!!! (I am NOT justifying the things he says, I’m just trying to explain the Y of things)

His insecurities:

In one of the free time dialogues, the chef tried talking about his life to Hajime. For me this dialogue line sounds like he tried to tell a dramatic story, but still based heavily on the truth, but he gave up mid way through. I think because of shame.

The rise of family restaurants... Constant attacks by cheap chain joints... The bullying from a rival store... A grief-stricken mother...and frightened young siblings who were born to different mothers... To stop that crisis, I ventured alone and competed in a cooking deathmatch hosted by the Shogun of Taste... ...

...Juuuust kidding. A dirty tale of hardship like that doesn't suit an attractive urbanite like me! You'd rather hear me talk about my splendid and glorious life as a first-rate chef, right? Right?

Teruteru also lies about being from Nishi-Azabu district in Minato, Tokyo, when he actually is from the countryside.

Teruteru hides his accent.

Teruteru hides the fact that his family’s restaurant is actually a diner. He said that it was a fancy restaurant at first, then the next time Hajime tried to talk about it, he quickly changed the  subject of the conversation.

“Ok, but how do those insecurities relate to him being a creep?” I hear you ask, dear reader. And the answer is: To call attention to himself. Let me explain:

Knowing that Teruteru doesn’t like WHO HE TRULY IS (aka, his personality + backstory), we can assume that he thinks that he isn’t enough, not enough to hold a conversation nor call attention. And how do you think he would call attention to himself????

(You don’t know how much I hate this sprite btw)

But this defense mechanism of his is extrapolated even more, if we pay attention. He also uses that strategy to PUSH PEOPLE AWAY. 

When he feels someone is getting too close, or that he is too exposed, Teruteru might just lie (free time event 2), or he might throw out a sex “joke” to ruin the mood (in the free time event 6, for example). He doesn’t want people to really know him because he doesn’t like who he really is.

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YAY!! That’s all I’ve got for Teruteru in regards to analysis!! But dont think this is the end of this adventure! I’ve decided to split this project: one post (this post) for the analysis, and another (future post) for rewriting him in game. Then we’ll have the character development we’ve been denied in game!! Don’t worry, I already have a wip, so it won’t be too long until the next part!

one of my favorites hcs/aus ever is that maki's ~doomed childhood girl best friend~ is actually miu. please just imagine it. the realization. the fall out. maki’s despair and miu’s obviousness to it, assuming that ‘the crazy assassin bitch’ is glaring at her because SHE'S PLANNING TO KILL HER!!! FUCK!!! yet another instance of the so-saught-after truth being indigestible??

here's my evidence (CF=childhood friend):

the basics: a girl the same age as maki, no mentioned bio parents

CF and Maki baked sweets and shared them with each other -> Miu bakes for someone she likes (Shuichi) in her FTEs

CF is described by Maki as more talented than her, but sensitive with a kind heart -> Miu is an engineering genius (though she says she used to be talentless) and very sensitive. kind wouldn't be the word i'd use to describe her, but she does have kind heart deep inside (shown mainly to kiibo and monotaro, and she shows sympathy to ouma...while trying to kill him) and wants to be loved without being left behind

CF and Maki used to play house, with CF as the mom and Maki as the dad -> Miu is maternal and really wants to be a mother (seen with Monotaro)

CF died in a car accident -> when she was younger, miu GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT AND NEARLY DIED BUT WAS ACTUALLY IN A COMA, after which it's possible she also had a shift in personality since that's when she gained “talent” and a bunch of "new inventive ideas"