#vixtophers fics

❥ Ever since you awakened Betty for the first time, your bedroom became SO much more vibrant.

❥ Betty was never surprised by your rather intimate acts. She's been there for every single session.

❥ And on the offchance that she isn't, her and Ben-Hwa talk about rated R topics so much that it's bound to slip out.

❥ Dirty fantasies, wet dreams, you know the works.

❥ Even if it's not inherently sexual, her favorite moments are glazing you when you've just gotten out of the shower. Wrapped in a towel, or bare-ass naked. She doesn't care.

❥ If anything, she gets off on knowing she's not the only one seeing you like this. Other people feeling the same way she feels when they lay their perverted eyes on you. She loves sharing.

❥ For Christ sake, you hump your pillow right in front of the closet dateables whispering her name.

❥ She's not usually the one to take over your dreams. She leaves that up to Nightmare. But on those evenings when she's feeling lonely and you're already counting sheep, she'll breathe sweet sexual nothings into your ears. Just so that you're guaranteed to wake up bricked. (and/or possibly wet)

"Are you having good dreams, love? Haha... I wish you were awake right now. Imagine how sensual it would feel to have my hands all on your body. Inside you as well..."

❥ But when you slip on those glasses and you two get busy? Ya'll get busy HARD. Sounds and words so loud and lewd, Dante starts feeling hot.

❥ She's a hard switch, but it all depends on her mood and what you want that time. Hard and bossy like Sophia, sweet and soft like Holly, or anything in between.

❥ But regardless of how she feels, she's a teaser. 500%.

❥ She'll NEVER do anything straight away. Before fully settling herself in between your legs, she'll kiss your ankles, then move her way up to your knees, before finally stopping at your thighs. All while only muttering about the things that she would be doing to you.

"Oh, c'mon sweet thing... we go through this every night." She says in response to you complaining about her pulling her face away at the last moment. Like she always does.

❥ Because she loves sharing so much, threesomes aren't uncommon to your sexual life in the slightest. But you only talk about it more than actually doing it.

❥ If you had to make a guess on who would be most likely to slide themselves in bed (haha) with the two of you, it would either be Ben-Hwa or Nightmare. Shit, sometimes she'll even invite Hector! He watches you two anyways. Might as well add him to the mix.

❥ But for the most part, the most intimate of acts are shared between the two of you.

❥ Does the carpet match the drapes? Absolutely, why wouldn't it?

❥ She's also not ashamed of it. Again, why would she be? It's not a full jungle down there, but it's enough hair for it to be noticeable whenever she ever so slightly pulls her panties down to pussy flash you.

❥ Another thing she's into is nipple sucking.

❥ Her chest is very sensitive, and the thought of your lips wrapped around her dark areola while she cradles the back on your head with her hand has her DRENCHED. What has her even more soaked is when you actually do it, and your other hand either fondles the other breast, or your fingers slip inside her, curling and thrusting in and out of her

❥ Once in a while, she'll also return the favor.

❥ She ADORES your body. She could care less about how you feel about it. You can bet all your chips that any insecurities you had before sex would be washed away entirely when she gets her hands on you.

"Look at those pretty eyes. Staring at me and pleading. That gorgeous stomach. Beautiful smooth legs. Gods, I would let you tangle yourself in my sheets any day, sweetheart."

❥ Aftercare with her is downright AMAZING. She's your bed after all. Literally made to give you comfort. She usually has small hand towels on standby for those real messy sessions

❥ Laying on her feels like cloud nine. Her body isn't too chilly but isn't too warm either. It's almost like a cold fire.

❥ Needless to say, there's a clear reason why you're her favorite person in the house.

Survivors guilt had been eating you alive. If only you had done something. If only you had done more. But it was no use. The damage had already been done, and the shame was crashing down on you like a weighted blanket you never wanted to wear. You hadn't left your cottage ever since then. You also hadn't eaten a single thing. Sure, Chiaki had been bringing you those small frozen microwaveable meals from the Hotel Mirai, but you left them right in the boxes they came in.

They might be going bad...

Your head rested heavily on the pillow as you stared blankly at the wall, just listening to the outside world you had locked yourself away from. You could hear the faint shouting of Nekomaru and Kazuichi not too far away. It seemed like only Mahiru, Chiaki, and Hajime ever came to visit you, but in reality, you didn't want to be bothered by anyone. It was enough seeing a person get brutally executed right in front of your eyes. Before long, your eyelids began to close as exhaustion took over your entire body. However, just as you were about to relax your muscles, a strong knock echoed at the door, tensing them up again. Not too heavy handed, but just enough force that told you that whoever was behind that door wanted in now.

"Cher... You mind opening up?"

You knew that voice from anywhere. Teruteru-fucking-Hanamura.

But you didn't answer. Not because you didn't like him--when he wasn't being an outright pervert, he was almost a saint. Almost. No, you didn't respond because you lacked the energy. You couldn't even move your legs to let him in.

After several moments of palpitating silence, you heard a soft 'click' coming from the lock and the subtle creaking of the squeaky door hinges opening up.

"Wow...I wasn't expecting that to work." he mumbled to himself as he took the first steps inside your messy room.

"Get out..." you murmured, stuffing your face into the pillows. "How did you even get inside...it was locked for a reason."

His soft brown pompadour was visible from your hazy peripheral as he approached your nightstand. The smell of whatever he was holding became stronger. It practically made your mouth water.

"Nagito just conveniently had a spare key...that creep." Teruteru shuddered as he eventually stood in front of you. "Somethings seriously wrong with him." He shook his head, and his eyes locked with yours. He shifted his gaze towards the dark circles that formed underneath the skin of your eyes when you turned your head, the way your hair was in knots and tangles galore, and the absolute mess of sheets and pillowcases thrown on your floor.

"Goodness, [Y/N]. How long have you been couped up in here? When was the last time you've eaten?" He then turned his head to look at the room temperature "meals" that sat on the other side of the stand, his expression turning into one of repulsion. "And what in the WORLD is this?!" the chef raised one of them up to his face, inspecting the styrofoam cup like it was some sort of infectious artifact. "Monokuma Miso Soup?"

"Yeah. You just pop it in the microwave... or something like that." You let out a heavy sigh. "I never opened them."

"Dear, this is...this is..." He paused, trying to find a word. Any word. "Poison! An insult to the art of culinary! You're more than just...salt packets and flavored chemicals!" He sighed as he used his free hand to fix the tiny hat that became lopsided on his head. "But with that being said, I didn't arrive here to scold you. I would never."

He pulled back the shiny tinfoil that was covering the small dark wooden box. Underneath sat a smoked vegetable stir fry over a flattened sphere of fluffy white rice. There were also small tender chunks of meat and finely minced garlic cloves scattered over top. "It's nothing too fancy. Wanted to make something you could easily...digest." A subtle smirk appeared across Teruteru's face as he hinted at his own innuendo. You rolled your eyes and used your elbows to sit yourself up. You had to admit, that food looked and smelled amazing.

"Hanamura, you really didn't have to do this." you said as you took the warm box out of his hands and placing it in your lap.

"But I wanted to. You don't deserve whatever mess of sludge you have sitting here. You deserve some actual food!" He paused for just a moment, his cheeks warming up just the slightest. "I'm no chef just to show off. I cook because it's an act of love! An act of care! An act of...of..." He stopped himself, immediately realizing what just came out of his mouth. "W-Well! Not like that! Not like...love love! You ain't like..." Teru's 'thicker than molasses' southern accent was slowly but surely starting to make its way into his throat. You knew he had a habit of doing that when he was feeling some type of strong emotion. "Cher, I-I know dis is a real bad time. But...I like ya. Really like ya. Not jus' a flirt. I-I know it's real sudden n' all, but...takin' care of ya like dis is jus' real comfortin'...to da both of us...I assume. I-I jus' really wanna hold yer hand...if you'd let me..."

Teruteru was sweating absolute buckets over here. You'd think the sun itself was wrapped around his neck like a cravat. "I... thought you'd oughta know."

There were several beats of awkward silence. You stared at him, and he did the same right back at you. You...never expected this from a guy like him. The guy who openly flirted and attempted to seduce just about every person on the island. But now he was the one fumbling over his words like he was trying to sprint on ice?

It was cute, in a way.

You gave him a gentle smile, gradually taking his pudgy hands into your own. Somehow, his cheeks turned an even darker shade at this. Swear to the stars, he was as red as a boiled lobster.

"I'd let you. Every single day..." You chimed. "You're a really sweet guy. Most of the time. When you're not being a... freak." the pads of your thumbs gently ran themselves over his soft knuckles. You could practically see the almost neon pink blood dripping down his nose and landing onto his white button up. He frantically wiped it with the back of his hand once he noticed you were staring. "O-Oh! I think I left sumthin' cookin' on the...uh--stove! Y-Yeah! I gots to go! Like...RIGHT now! I-I'll see you around, sugar!" Teru exclaimed. And as quickly as he arrived, he pulled away from your grasp, almost tripping over a stray shoe as he b-lined it straight towards the door. You could hear his panicked trail fading away outside, becoming more distant with every quickened step.

You glanced down at the palatable food on your lap, which had now turned slightly lukewarm. The smile on your face only became wider.

You weren't planning to chase after him. Physically, that is. Knowing Hanamura, he was gonna come back whether you liked it or not.

Today was hard.

No…

Strenuous?

Exhausting?

Unyielding?

Your brain couldn’t quite pin a name to the feeling gnawing at the edges of your mind. Whatever it was, it had drained you down to the bone.

The front door creaked open under your hand, the sunset already spilling through the crack and onto the walls. You stepped inside and kicked your shoes off without a care, the loud thud of them hitting the floor echoing throughout the house. You’d have to apologize to Florence (and by extension, Celia) for being so aggressive, but right now, you were just burnt out. With a tired flick of your wrist, you aimed your Dateviators towards the office door.

Only a few seconds later, Dorian appeared, already reaching for the bags and the sheets of loose paperwork slipping from your other free hand. His sharp eyes scanned your face for all of half a second before the judgement was clear. Even he could tell today had chewed you up and spat you back out.

“Good evening, love. My, do you look winded.” he said, voice calm and almost ‘matter-of-fact’.

You huffed a tired breath, rubbing a hand over your face. “You don’t say, Dorian. You truly don’t say.”

Dorian made a small “hm.” sound, handing the papers and whatnot to Penelope who happily organized them for you; the efficiency of someone who’s done this many times before. You appreciate the help, you really do, but you couldn’t stick around long enough to watch her finish. The living room was practically calling your name.

With a tantalizingly slow exhale, you shuffled further into your home, your legs getting weaker and weaker by the step. By now, the sunlight from the huge windows casted a bright orange glow throughout the front half of the room. When you reach the couch, you fall into it without decorum, sinking into the soft cushions. For a moment, you simply just sat there, your head leaned back, and your eyes partly closed, much like you had seen Koa do before. It wasn’t until you kicked your feet up, you heard a hefty “oop” coming from your table that almost jolted you out of drowsiness.

“Sorry, sorry…” you mutter into the air. Now that you really think about it, you hadn’t talked to Able in a hot minute. Honestly not since you got your job back at Valdivian. With another charge, you directed your glasses to the coffee table that sat before you.

Abel soon appeared in place of the table, quickly occupying a place next to you on the sofa. “Well shucks, darlin’. Don’t you look all tuckered out.” He turned his torso to you, resting his elbows on his knees.

You rubbed one of your eyes with the heel of your palm under your glasses. “Yeah…I forgot you guys were like…still sentient without these things.” You motioned to the specters that rested on your nose.

“Ain’t nothing to worry yer pretty little head about. S’ all good.” He replied gently. “But you? You look like you were ridin’ the tail end of a long day. Somethin’ happen?” You stayed quiet, staring blankly at the empty wall just above your television. For a moment, he just studied your facial expression with concern.

“You eat yet?”

You let out an emotionless laugh. “No.”

”Drink water?”

“…Had a cup of straight black coffee this morning from Kopi. That count?” You half joke.

Even though you weren’t staring directly at him, you could spiritually feel Able’s face shift from concern to straight unease. “Well that might just be the problem, I reckon.”

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, you brought your thumb to the temple of your head and rubbed it in light circles. “It’s not just that, though. Shit, today was just awful.”

“You know i’m here if you ever wanna get something off yer chest…” Able responded.

You let out a deep exhale that you didn’t even realize you were holding. “It’s just work. I don’t know, I thought things would be different this time. Still draining, still TIRING day in and day out. It feels like i’m getting pulled apart. Everyone expects different things out of me, but it’s all at the same time. I know I can’t please everyone, but…I just don’t know how much longer I can take this shit anymore before I crack.”

And Able listened without interrupting, nodding slowly as if he was taking every syllable of every word to heart. “Yep. That’ll do it.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Do what?”

“Explained why you’ve been so bent outta shape recently. Been taking everyone else into consideration, but ain’t been saving no time for yerself.” He sighed. “But I’m glad yer talkin’ to me. Hurts watching you wake up every day without even a shot glass worth of energy in those eyes.”

“It’s not anyone’s fault but mine…” you responded disdainfully, turning your head to him.

“Y’know,” he started. “folks always yammerin’ bout pushin’ through things. Workin’ harder. Goin’ faster. Keep movin’ no matter what. ” By now, he had taken his hat off, resting it in his hands. “But a water tap’ll run itself dry if there ain’t no one to turn it off. You get what I mean?”

You moved your hand from side to side, motioning a ‘maybe’.

He let out another sympathetic sigh. “Look, what i’m saying is that it’s hard to carry the weight of tomorrow if yer hands are full of yesterday.”

You tilted your head in confusion once more.

“Yer horse is bound to run itself lame if you ain’t never gonna give it pasture.”

You shook your head, now staring back at the blank wall. “Still not following.”

Able let out a somewhat annoyed huff as his eyebrows furrowed. “Stop overworking yerself.”

You rolled your eyes. Not in an annoyed way, more of like a “come on, dude, i’m trying.” sort of way. Your eyes left the wall and fell on the ceiling, the sunset now creeping up the overhead. After a few beats, you felt Able’s weighted hand land on your shoulder.

“Look, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna hold you long. Looks like you still wanna be left alone, n’ that’s dandy. Not gonna push you.” He murmured. “But even the strongest people need to take a day to regroup themselves n’ get back on the right track. All you really need is to sit down and take a minute.”

He chuckled at the way you soon sunk into the couch. “And it looks to me like yer already doin’ a fine job of.”

He put his hat back on the top of his head, shifting it so that it stayed snug on his skull.

“Like I said. for what it’s worth, i’m mighty glad you stopped by. You can get through this storm, sweetheart. You always got yer table to fall back on, if need be.”

“Mother—FUUUUUCK…” Luke leaned back on your cold marble counter, his elbows supporting damn near all of his upper body weight. Dusk creeped through the windows and the curtains, casting a deep orange glow on both of your bodies.

“Good…jus’ like that, ranger…jus’ like that…”

You honestly can’t even remember how you got into this “predicament” in the first place. You’ve only been jerking him off for about 2 minutes, but the way he was moaning and rutting into your balled fist made you lose all sense of time. 

Shit felt like hours. 

You looked down at his angry red tip disappearing and reappearing between your fingers like some sort of sick magic trick, your thumb now coated in a thin sheet of pearly white and translucent precum. It’s been a while since he’d been touched like this. Hell, if he’d ever been touched at ALL. 

You felt Luke’s rough and calloused hand shakily creep up your arm, his gritted skin sending nothing but shivers up your spine. You turned your head to look at him, but what you saw was just…sad. Sad in the equivalence of being completely down bad.

“Ranger…I—HAAAH!—don’t…don’t ya’ ever stop…” he whined. His hair was a complete mess of shades of red, and the goggles that rested on his forehead were now askew.

With that “command” your hand quickened its pace, your wrist knocking against his pelvis with every downward thrust. His hands gripped your shoulder like his life depended on it.

“Good job…atta boy…” You murmured into his neck; your warm breath making him crumble even further. Your index finger ran up and down a thick throbbing vein on the underside of his sensitive shaft.

“I’m good. Ranger— PLEASE. M’ so good…” Another streak of pre dribbled from the tip of his girthy cock. He was getting close.

Real close.

And because you were aware of this, because you loved him so much, and mainly because you wanted to see how far you could take this, you forced your hand to a complete stop. Not yet pulling away from him, just…pausing. Like a buffered movie on a scratched CD.

“R…Ranger? You…you alright? Why’d ya stop…” his lidded forest green eyes shifted to look at you, silently begging you to continue. To do ANYTHING to this ‘hard as steel’ boner YOU gave him.

He doesn’t know why you stopped, or why you were just…smirking. Like you knew something he didn’t.

“Please…I’ve been good. Jus’…jus’ let me cum. Yer being really…REALLY unfair right now…I-I haven’t been nothin’ but behaved all day…”

Luke was the textbook definition of the word debauchery. He was absolute putty in your hands.

“Of course, Luke…I’d expect nothing less than perfection from the best soldier on the entire goddamn battlefield.”

The free hand that—up until now—had been resting on Luke’s dark red happy trail, inched it’s way upwards towards his chest cavity, running your fingers over the shiny cold metal.

“You can take more than this, surely. This should be a walk in the park for you, Luke. Don’t be a dog.”

You pressed the button that opened the microwave door on his sternum, a small ‘ding’ echoing throughout the small kitchen. Absolutely NO time was wasted moving your fingers around to find the tangled mess of red and blue wires that had been shoved in there.

He threw his head back, almost hitting his skull on the edge of the cabinet.

”RANGER!— C’mon…cmon…fuckin’ SHIT! M’ right there…gonna fuckin’…need ta’—FUCK!”

His entire body shuddered, thighs and arms clenched tightly as he came. It felt like someone was microwaving forks the way he jolted upwards.

The thick white sticky mess blasted outside of him like mints in a bottle of soda, landing on his pants, shoes, and the floor itself. He panted heavily as the grip on your shoulder finally loosened. You knew you were gonna have a bruise in that exact spot later, but you definitely couldn’t care less now.

“You…okay over there?”

Fat globs of tears ran down Luke’s cheeks and into the small cracks in his keypad.

“Are you kidding me, Ranger? This is the best thing to happen to me in a LONG freaking time!” He beamed. “We should REALLY start doing this more often…especially if it gives me THIS typa’ energy!”

With your hand still rested on his cock, (granted, the grip on it much softer) you leaned in and kissed him directly on his lips.

Deadass tasted how you would expect a microwave to. Greasy. But a good greasy.

His goatee tickled your skin as you tilted your head, deepening the inevitable make out session. You slightly opened your eyes to see just how much of a mess you’d have to clean up later, only to find out a small line of jizz was plastered onto the legs on the small kitchen table.

Sorry, Able.

ANON PLEASE MAN I’M SO TIRED 😭

-bisexual with a masc lean

-leon is mixed { afro-caribbean on his moms side & japanese on his dads } and so are all of his siblings

-speaking about siblings, Kaito and Masaru are his blood brothers. with Masaru being the youngest and Kaito being the oldest, that unfortunately makes him a middle child lmfao

-he's also half cousins with Kazuichi and Mahiru. he’s a lot closer with Kaz bc of childhood, but he loves Koizumi js as much.

-his uncle is Nekomaru and they have a VERY close relationship. sometimes they even joke about Nidai being his actual dad

-Masaru wants to be just like his brothers when he grows up. he excels top of his class in P.E because he wants to be just as strong as Kaito, and he even BEGGED their dad to dye his entire hair red to match with Leon’s

-For a baseball player, Leon surprisingly has TERRIBLE motion sickness, [part of it might be from Kaito spinning him around so much when they were younger] so when they go on nightly rides on Mondo’s bike, Owada actually has to actually TRY and stay exactly or below the speed limit.

-Leon tried to teach Mondo how to play his electric guitar, and Mondo is REALLY heavy handed, so within like...4 minutes, two of the strings snapped under the pressure

-i like to imagine a world where Hopes Peak is such a small and closed off school[s], that everyone’s known each other since literal pre-k diapers. so when Leon, Fuyuhiko, and Mondo were in the 1st grade, they were known as the Trouble Trio by all the teachers and other kids

-Leon got his space centered hyperfixation from Kaito [unsurprisingly].

-oh my GOD Masaru and Leon would definitely be those brothers who’d play Mario Kart on their 3DS in the middle of a school night and just start throwing hands if any of them passed each other.

-then they’d get it taken away because their mom would threaten beat their asses with a coat hanger in if they woke her up again

-[not leon related but i js thought abt this and it’s killing me] Mondo and Daiya are definitely carbon copies of Riley and Huey

“What if we end up with a hoe for a grandma?!”

“…Mondo shut yo dumbass up. ”

“What if we have a hoe for a grandma and she comes to school on career day?!”

-guitar hero and multiplayer PS games every Saturday night in that household

-Leon isn't USUALLY a class skipper, but it doesn’t take him much convincing to sneak to the gas station [or even js go home] for the entire day.