One shots that I randomly think of. There's no set schedule, nor will there will be. My readers are little fuckers that I will be spoiling with random shit that passes through my mind. Smut marked with an {S} Also most stuff will be in first person, cause third POV fucks me up lmao. {Also on AO3}

Mikari Hataoki is for sure the perfect girl that you could think of... or so they think. Mikari is actually just a crazy Yandere! *Yandere; Sweet, loving, innocent on the outside, a brutal murderer on the inside* Will she kill everyone to get to her love?

LGBTQ+ oneshots ..... cause I have intrusive thoughts, and also why the hell not. - They'll make you laugh, cry, and understandably frustrated (both sexually and emotionally so beware folks) - - it's just a true clusterfuck of horny drabble - - requests open - - contents rated extremely kinky - SO JUST SHOOT YOUR SHOT AND READ A COUPLE !!!! • If you don't support the lgbt community you shouldn't read these, they're hella gay and theres a lot of anal (sounds like a good time, or just a usual Friday night for some) • • 18+ •

Masai and Koda were supposed to kill each other. Leaders of rival gangs, raised by the streets, built on hate and loyalty. But when a setup turns into something deeper, they find themselves caught in a slow-burning connection that neither of them can explain. They're both dominant. Both dangerous. Both confused as hell. But the more time they spend together, the harder it gets to act like this ain't something. This ain't a love story. It's something... Crazy. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Then surprisingly, I wouldn't be upset." His voice lowered a notch. "But maybe I'm just crazy... right along wit you."

When an Atlanta dancer protecting her teenage sister crosses paths with a mysterious woman who seems to know far too much about her, their dangerous pull toward each other entangles them in a world of gang rivalries, buried pasts, and loyalty-shattering stakes. *** Mazi has always been the only thing holding her world together, working long nights at an Atlanta club and raising her rebellious little sister, Mac. But when Lee, a quiet stranger with unsettling knowledge about her life, steps into her VIP room, everything shifts. What begins as curiosity veers into something intense and irresistible, pulling them both into a storm of threats, gang tension, and past enemies. As tensions grow, Mazi battles the instinct to stand alone while Lee fights to prove she's more than the streets that shaped her. *** Adapted From: Studs Get It Wetter. She was just supposed to dance. Lee was just supposed to pay. But one touch turned obsession, and one kiss lit a war. Now the bodies are stacking, the streets are watching, and Mazi's learning the hard way... love can be just as deadly as loyalty. And in Atlanta? You don't get both. MUST READ.

Exactly what it says on the tin. This book contains swearing and some dark/mature themes. Proceed with caution. Also cross-posted to AO3 under the same username. Disclaimer: I don't own Danganronpa or its characters.

!!!NOT A READER INSERT!!! A young girl finds herself trapped in a killing game where only two can remain. It's survival of the fittest where strong bonds can be made or broken. __________________ Disclaimer: This book is going to contain spoilers for all of NDRV3. Continue at your own risk. Ndrv3 belongs to Kodaka Ichika belongs to me

Highest Rank: #168 "Why...why are you making us do this...?!" I asked, my intonation wavering as if I were standing alone in the gelid cold. Speaking of that inclemency, the tension in the room turned my blood into icy rivers which uncomfortably coursed through my veins. Monokuma's gaze perforated my skin, gazing into my mind in attempt to read my thoughts. The single bead of sweat that trickled down the side of my face was like a thousand words to the bear, and he grinned balefully. "Puhu~ Despair...is all I want. To think that the person standing right next to you could be planning your untimely demise, oh, such despair!" Monokuma began to laugh maniacally; subtle at first, but soon growing vehement enough to rattle our insides. His words were like strings that wrenched at our eyelids, opening them up to acquiesce this new ordeal. My skin crawled with all the eyes scrutinizing me, but I wasn't alone. My eyes darted from one person to the next, seeing them discerning the others with either fear or rancor. The escalating feeling of disquiet felt like a void swallowing me whole. All of us together, being consumed by the darkness, with the beacon of our former hope growing smaller and smaller. There was no more hope for us, oh no. We only had despair. Satoru Okakura, the Ultimate Journalist, has just been accepted into Future's Promise Academy, the school that ensures its students with promising futures. But will Satoru and his new classmates even have a future, after they've been forced into a killing game? Murdering a fellow classmate without getting caught is the only way out. Will this class fall into despair, or stay true to hope? Puhuhuhu~ I do not own Danganronpa, it belongs to Spike Chunsoft. This is merely my own spin-off, so it is not official.

This is a scenario book where you are the child to the characters of Danganronpa! *Spoilers for Daganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc (1) This fanfiction has a FEMALE reader! Characters: Makoto Naegi Byakuya Togami Chihiro Fujisaki Kiyotaka Ishimaru Mondo Owada Aoi Asahina Junko Enoshima For a Male! Reader please view this fanfiction: https://www.wattpad.com/story/257212786-danganronpa-parents (I'm not taking any character requests, but I am open to scenario requests.)

Nene Yashiro and Amane Yugi were the best-est friends in the whole wide world. Nothing could separate them. That was until Nene and her parents moved to the USA for her dad's job. Before she left, she gave him a rocket ship keychain, as she pulled out a moon keychain out of her pocket. "Look at it when you miss me, and I'll look at this one when I miss you." "Okay, Yashiro-chan." "I'll be waiting for the day you'll call me Nene-chan. Silly Amane-kun." "Desperate Daikon." And with that, they separated. A few weeks passed, and Amane didn't receive any texts from Nene. He heard news about a plane headed to USA crash, but he refused to believe that his beloved bestfriend was one of the victims. Nighttime came, and Amane was thirsty. As he went down, he heard his parents speaking. "How can we explain this to Amane? We can just immediately blurt out that his bestfriend died..." Is this true? Or is Nene still fighting for her life? You can find out once you've read the story!