Danganronpa Parents!

What's This?

(A/N: Warning for Mature/Sexual Themes)

(Also A/N: SORRY Y'ALL, I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE WARNING BEFORE PUBLISHING) 

Makoto:

When I tell you Makoto nearly shit his pants when he found you with Kyoko's strap-on wrapped around your head.

"Hey, Daddy! Look, I'm a unicorn!"

What the fuck??

"Ye-yes, you are honey. Um, please take that off. Where-where did you find that?" He tried approaching you, but you just ran around the house some more and pretended to blast at random objects with your... horn... now that you had "unicorn magic."

"Can you see the rainbows shooting out? They match my horn!"

Oh god, why was the dildo rainbow. Looking back on it, since they had a child, they should have chosen literally any other color.

"Ok, honey! Enough playing around. Daddy really needs that back." He kept following after you, but you managed to be faster.

"But Daddy!"

"What did I tell you about messing with things that aren't yours? You shouldn't have taken that, it's... very fragile?"

"It doesn't feel fragile?" You began to touch the tip, testing its durability.

"It is!" He finally caught up to you and shooed your hand away. "It is very fragile, and delicate, and that's why it's hidden in Mommy and Daddy's room, and that's why you can't be playing with it." And he unfastened the strap and took it off your head. "So the next time you find this, or any other unicorn horns—leave them be... please."

You seemed dissatisfied, but you let it go.

Makoto put the fun, little toy back in his room, but he was this close to putting it in the trash instead. He might as well have just cleaned it and let you keep playing with your "unicorn horn" cause lord knows he's never gonna use it again.

No, that was gross; he wouldn't let that happen.

But deadass, he didn't know if he'd ever wanna get pegged again after seeing you wear what usually goes inside of him.

Chihiro:

Chihiro hadn't seen you in a bit. He got a little bored of his work and decided to take a break. He wandered around the house and tried looking for you. He went in the kitchen—looked in the fridge, nothing there—went into the bathroom—stared at the wall—left, walked outside—the sun was too bright—went back inside, and then went to his bedroom.

Bingo.

As soon as he walked in, he saw you laying down on the floor beside his bed with a little book, safety scissors, and quite a few scraps of paper. "Hey (N/N), what'cha got there?" He came up to you eagerly, hoping to have some father-son time and play whatever-thing-you-were-playing-with with you.

"It's a dress up game!" You said happily, moving your magazine so he could see. Chihiro peeked over your shoulder and choked on air.

OH GODS

THOSE WERE HIS PORN MAGS.

Playbunny, Hustlers, and a few others, Gods why were you using those!

"See? All these women are naked, so I gotta put clothes on them. Like Barbie dolls!" You said, using your safety scissors to cut out yet another dress from a People's article and then a Cosmo's.

Chihiro was mortified and quite literally frozen in place. He hid those under his mattress, I mean it's obviously not the most secure spot, BUT WHY WERE YOU LOOKING UNDER HIS MATTRESS???