#I come bearing soudam

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Soudam/FuyuSoudam Fic: Walls Could Talk

Title: Walls Could Talk

Fandom: Dangaronpa

Pairing: Souda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham, Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko/Souda Kazuichi

Summary: Fuyuhiko can hear them. Despite the fucking sound proof walls, he can hear them. It’s almost every night and he doesn’t know if he can take it anymore. Inspired by Walls Could Talk by Halsey

Tags: explicit, voyeurism, trans!Kazuichi

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“Ah!”

Fuyuhiko’s ears twitched. It was barely audible, but he definitely heard the quiet moan that drifted into his bedroom. He felt his already present flush deepening as his body responded hearing Kazuichi, one of best friends, moaning as he’s about to get fucked. It took every ounce of his strength just to quietly sidle up to his headboard, making damn sure the bed didn’t creak.

“A-aaah…fuck~”

They were starting a little later than usual, it was well past the night curfew. That meant only one thing: it was gonna be the night. The night they were actually gonna fuck. 

Fuyuhiko’s breath came out in a stuttering hiss at the realization - his heart pounding loudly in his chest. His cock strained against the waistband of his boxers as he trailed a teasing hand down his chest - fingers lightly brushing his already quivering stomach to wrap them around his length and squeeze.

His blue-green eyes shutter as another moan filters through the wall by his head.

Fuck, what did I do to get like this?  He chastises, smothering a groan as he moves his hand up the length of cock; thumb smearing the pre cum as lubricant.

How it happened was majorly due to an oversight. When one thinks about it, it’s actually pathetically funny.

Hope’s Peak Academy prided itself on being state of the art - the best of the very best. It prided itself on being able to provide and sustain every known talent known to man; from something seemingly mundane to the extraordinary. If it was a talent to be explored and utilized to the best of its abilities, then Hope’s Peak had it. 

Several buildings dedicated to sciences and arts; to the physical, mental and theoreticals of all life itself. All were housed behind its impenetrable gates. And it was possible thanks to the ample and very generous donations and stipends the school somehow always manages to score every fiscal year and it showed in every nook and cranny of the couple several hundred dozen acres of land. 

It was a juggernaut. A titan.

The only thing of its kind.

And knowing that, it was inevitable that something as big and as money guzzling as Hope’s Peak Academy, would have tiny - barely a threat to the structure - dents. Tiny facial imperfections, if one was feeling generous to call them. Slivers of cracks. Barely blips on the most nitpicky radar.

And the most glaring and - to him - the most unforgivable of them all, was located in Fuyuhiko’s dorm room. 

Many private schools and bigwig one percent colleges fucking wish they had a fifth of what they do in way of student housing: comfortable living spaces that gave allowance to ones talents; the softest bedding and pillows currently in production; high quality furniture worth more than a government official’s yearly income and the latest in technology all in one space. All nice perks for a very elite school - state of the art with frequent upgrades and accommodations. 

But their bread and butter, their highest selling factor, was privacy. Each and every student dorm was insulated with a patent, highly sought after soundproof padding that lined the walls in between each dorm. Created by one of the very first students that attended Hope’s Peak and was later improved upon by them and another student of that time, it was so good at its job that unless someone had their bedroom windows open, they were encased in total silence. 

It was a necessity when one surrounded themselves with individuals who had odd hours or would work well into the night and stop at the crack of dawn for projects and personal pleasure. This was an incentive that put many students at ease that their own work and peace wouldn’t be disrupted by their neighbors. Lord knows Fuyuhiko wouldn’t hesitate to kill a fucker if his sleep was being constantly interrupted.

Or at least, that’s how he felt about almost two months ago before the incident happened.

The night had started out normally enough: Fuyuhiko was in his room getting ready for bed. Since the start of his first year, Fuyuhiko had had his bed moved away from its previous position of being right under the glass bay windows, to be on the other side of the room comfortably by a corner. 

His friends questioned him on it, but stopped when he snapped back defensively about the changeup. Being the sole heir of the largest yakuza clan made one a tiny bit paranoid, so fucking what? Glass shards and silk sheets do not mix well.

And since he had to move the bed, the blond had to move other things around to accommodate - tv, desk etcetera. That's where his new friends came in -they were pretty handy when they weren’t being nosy sons of bitches. But the bed was his task after Kazuichi and Hajime moved the desk, tables and chairs out of the way; mainly due to his blatant distrust of people being near and possibly tampering with the bed he slept with.

He knows the other three wouldn’t do that to him, but habits dying hard and all that shit. And him situating his bed, is how he first came across the weak wall. The wall looked the same as the others, so he wasn’t clued in to any obvious signs or tells. He simply set up his bed and tidied up his room after kicking his friends out. 

Fast Forward  a few months later, and his Hope Peak career officially started, his friends became his best friends somehow. It was after 8, maybe 9 when his workload for the week was finally finished. 

Pushing away from the oak table, the blond raised his arms above his head and stretched. A weary yawn escaped him as he began to shuffle the papers into a manilla folder before placing it into the upper right drawer. He pushed away from the desk with a groan, deciding that he finally earned a break. 

One hot shower later, Fuyuhiko felt refreshed as he flopped onto the immaculate bed, his towel pooling underneath him. He shivered slightly at the slight difference in temperature, laying there as he entertained the thought of searching for Peko, but with it so late, he didn’t think she would still be up. He was considering saying fuck it and getting dressed anyway, when he heard the faint sounds of a door slamming and stomping noises and frowned.

What the fuck? He thought, turning to his side to face the wall.

Voices filtered through the room, their tone and volume slightly off but still discernible.

“- knew I liked Miss Sonia and you still-!”

“Foolish fiend-”

Oh fucking great, Rolling his eyes, he turned away. 

Any good mood he had was chased away in irritation by hearing Kazuichi and Gundham fucking Tanaka bickering like old maids. Fucking Christ!

Why the hell was Tanaka even in Kaz’s room? The mechanic probably pulled some kind of stupid stunt to get Sonia’s attention again and the other forced his way in. And Kaz, the pushover that he is, just let him do it too, most likely. Dumbass.

“Cease your infernal yapping, dog!”

“Make me, Hamster Boy!”

Fuyuhiko glared hatefully at the corner wall, sneering when the voices grew even louder in volume. 

Why the hell can I even hear these bastards? I thought these rooms were soundproof or some shit!

Huffing, he moved to bang the wall to get them to shut up, when he heard something heavy slam against it in a heavy thud and froze. What sounded like wrestling and muffled cursing has him staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

Holy shit were they actually fighting?

Now he wondered what the hell Kazuichi did now - cause Gundham was too much of a damn softy to resort to violence as his first response. Maybe the mechanic finally made him snap.

Just as fast as it started, it ended and all he heard in the resounding silence was muffled heavy breathing. It lasted so long that he jumped when heard the breeder’s voice, dark and booming.

“You are the most insufferable mortal!”

“Back at you, dickhead!” Kazuichi yelled back.

And then, there was sounds of a different kind coming from that room - wet, soft smacking noises and sighs and -

Oh. 

Oh HELL no!

Fuyuhiko could only stare at the wall, face twisted. Those fuckers were not making out after trying to throttle each others. Fucking idiots.

At first, all he could do was lay there as they continued to kiss, completely oblivious to the imaginary audience behind their wall. He tried to cover to ears to block out the noise, but somehow the sounds of their making out became louder, until he couldn’t take it anymore and flopped back on the bed in simmering anger. As the young yakuza tried to figure out what the fuck he should even do in this situation, when a low moan shattered his thoughts.

“Fuck!” There was a sound of scrambling and Fuyuhiko felt more than heard Kazuichi press his weight against the headboard against the wall. “Oh fuck we shouldn’t be doing this! Right?! I mean - you’re dating Sonia-”

Oh so now she’s Sonia, that’s fucking rich. Fuyuhiko scoffed and gave the wall an incredulous look as the breeder interjected.

“I have already reiterated that the She-Cat and I are not romantically involved. My cursed heart was already stolen by a childish, impulsive mortal who may speak of desisting in this ritual, but even now still has his hand on my crotch.”

Fuyuhiko had to smother a snort as he nodded his agreement as Kazuichi tried to stammer out a reply. Like he said: those fucking idiots.

“I- well - fuck how are this big.” 

There was a quiet groan and he imagined the mechanic had just jerked the other off through his pleather pants. He could just see it now: that pink haired idiot just sitting there, mouth gaped open like a caught trout as he runs his thumb up and down the length of the trapped cock with his eyes wide and the dark with desire as he rubs the growing wet spot -

Fuyuhiko didn’t realize that he was actually rubbing his thumb against the head of dick until he looked down at the thin line of pre that connected them. He stared at his hand, horrified.

When did he get hard?

What the fuck -

“- choke me.” Came a breathless whimper.

He jumped, surprised at the last bit of words. Since when did he zone out?

“I must admit that while that sounds lovely…your fangs deter me from doing so.”

Seriously Kaz? You were gonna give the man a blowjob with your rows of fucking shark teeth?

“I wouldn’t bite you! I can prove it too - theres not a single indent on my dildos.”

There was a moment of stunned silence and like -

Now the thought of his pink haired friend going to town giving a dildo a blowie filtered through his mind's eye - drool dribbling out the corners of his mouth as he worked up and down the plastic toy before curling his stupidly long tongue around the width. His cock swelled at the thought and bounced against his lower stomach, now full mast and aching.

What the fuck is happening?!

There’s some things that you should never learn about a friend. Even if his body was acting like a traitor, the bastard. Fuyuhiko was almost too busy glaring at his half hard cock that he missed the breeder’s breathless and…nervous? The hell? - chuckle.

“Another time perhaps. For now, I want your complete and utter attention.”

Kazuichi sounded breathless as well, so it was hard to tell if he was chuckling or groaning. But Fuyuhiko figured he was doing both. “Sounds good to me.”

 And then the sounds of kissing resume, this time louder and with whimpers and groans interlacing. The yakuza sat on his bed, momentarily stuck in limbo as he listened to their growing urgency and his mind tried to decide whether to bang his hand on the wall or just try to find some headphones, when the kissing stop and Kazuichi sounded…worried? Scared?

The fuck did that goth freak do? They were seemingly good a moment ago! It made his pale chest redden in anger.

Before he could get himself worked up to grab a pit of shorts to run over and beat some pale skinny ass, he hears Kazuichi’s small, fragil voice.

“Just…don’t freak out, ok?”

If Gundham replied, it was too low to hear or it was no verbal, but the yakuza spent the last few seconds in agony as the occupants in the other room became silent. It feels like an eternity before Gundham’s deep voice vibrates through his he air.

“I see. The realm has denied you your true vessel.”

Fuyuhiko blinked.

The fuck does that mean? He thought incredulous at the taller teens weird speech pattern. 

At least he wasn’t the only one - Kazuichi sounded as exasperated as the yakuza felt.

“That - you know what, let’s go with that. Yeah I…I was born in the wrong ‘vessel’.” 

Oh. 

Oh.

When it clicked in his brain, he felt stupid that it never occurred to him why Kaz got so upset as he did. It wasn’t like Fuyuhiko didn’t know Kaz was trans - him and Hajime had a weird “dual coming out” moment one day where one needed help getting injected with testosterone that at the time Fuyuhiko thought was drugs when he accident entered the room just as Hajime plunged the syringe in the mechanics thigh.

A completely awkward clusterfuck, but he accepted them - honestly he always forgets that aspect of one of his best friends. It didn’t matter that he used to be a girl.

Stupid, clumsy Kazuichi was simply stupid, clumsy Kazuichi.

But, he conceaded to himself with a slight grumble, that wasn’t true for most. And Gundham ever gave him shit about it Fuyuhiko would deal with him.

“-I just didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t interested.”

Fuck. He had zoned out and missed the rest of the conversation. Gundham replied, and the smug, loaded way his voice whispered out into the air made Fuyuhiko’s arms break out in goosebumps.

“Believe me my dear, your interest is obscenely obvious.”

Was it weird listening to one of your friends continue to make half ass excuses as the sounds of fabric rustling gives way to the wetter noise of flesh? 

Abso-fucking-lutely.

But to actually imagine it all - the lips forming both soft and loud sounds and dark pink eyes and sweat slick skin -

No one will ever know that shit.

There was a different kind of wet squishing sound and -

Oh fuck he was listening to his best friend getting fingered. And his damn cock refused to go soft - instead twitching almost in time to the sound of breathy sighs and high pitch whines. He didn’t know when his hand encircled his erection - it just seemed to suddenly materialize there and give the tiniest bit of friction that left him aching.

Then he heard something that made his entire pale body flush as bright and vibrant as the mechanic’s bubblegum pink hair.

“It’s just - I don’t wanna crush you-“

A long, breathy noise sighed loudly into the air and Fuyuhiko could just imagine that Gundham did something - switch their positions if the faint sounds of the bed creaking was anything to go by - before he spoke.

“To expire due to your heavenly thighs, is as close to Nirvana as one can hope to achieve. In simpler terms: let me die, Kazuichi.”

And then the pink haired teen got louder and fuck -

Fuyuhiko didn’t know what was going on. His hand was speeding up, trying to match the speed of Kazuichi’s raising voice until his vision whited out; eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came all over his stomach.

It took a long moment for him to regain his senses, but when he did, the yakuza panicked. What if they had heard him? Fuck he would be called out as a bigger pervert than goddamn Teruteru.

But sounds came crashing down on him like a tidal wave and he realized that he was - thankfully - still undetected as the mechanic babbled his way to his orgasm.

It was quiet for a few moments and he foolishly thought that meant that it was finally over and he could pretend he didn’t hear a single fucking thing.

But then there was the sound of slurping and gagging and his dick gave a halfhearted twitch in response.

“Look how perfect you are - so determined. You can barely take me in your mouth and yet you still try.” 

Oh fuck was he really -

A low grunt filtered into the room and he imagined Gundham settling a hang on Kazuichi’s head as the other sucked his dick.

“I thought they wouldn’t do that tonight.” He muttered absentmindedly, seemingly mystified by the pictures conjured in his mind.

“What a wicked talent you have with that mouth. Our compatriots would ponder on such skills. Perhaps, if you displease me, I’ll let them discover your power.”

It didn’t surprise him that Gundham was a talker during sex as well as in anything else - but shit. Now his cock really tried to stand in attention and the blond stubbornly refused to touch himself. Once was fucking enough before his pride shattered to pieces.

There was a muffled moan - maybe a cry? - before a louder groan overlapped it and his heart hammered hard in his chest.

“Oh but you would love that, wouldn’t you? A bitch in heat has more modesty. Unfortunately for you dog - I am not a willful sharer of my property.”

And that?

Yeah that was it for Fuyuhiko.

The imagine of the breeder looking down at Kazuichi with dark, possessive eyes; hand forcing him down on his cock as he chased his climax was too much to bear and he let out a painful whimper as he hear md him  cum

And in the resounding silence, he continued to sit in the middle of his bed, listening to their harsh breathing peter out to soft snores until he fell backwards with a numbing breath and the starts of a headache forming.

He took him a long time to get up after that to head to his en-suite bathroom to clean up his shame before crawling into his bed. He slept facing the window, willing his body to stop the minuet shocks of pleasures that seemed to refuse to dissipate even what felt like  hours after.

“What the fuck!?” He hissed.

So that’s how it started.

A month later and he still hasn’t filed a complaint to get the wall fixed. So he suffered an entire month of hearing one of his best friends get fucked nearly every night. 

An entire month of sleepless nights and embarrassing dream; an entire month of refusing eye contact with Kazuichi because his mind traitorously circled back on him and Gundham fucking each other’s brains out a few times a week.

Fuck when he knew when he started to have inklings of romantic feelings for Kazuichi - or Gundham? It was complicated as fuckall. But the feelings came and they added a new level of shame into the already boiling pot.

A whole month of talking and hanging out with Kazuichi and soon Gundham and Sonia joining them as the two boys begin their relationship in earnest and watching and soon pinning for something like that - all while knowing how his best friend sounds like when he’s getting finger fucked or eaten out nearly half to death or knowing that the breeder had a massive Service Top kink and was also a fucking talker in bed.

It was insane and what he did during their little alone time in his bed - hours after spending time with them and in their company - was between him, himself and what whatever ran the fucking universe. His dignity and heart can only take so much.

The moans started off low, but grew louder and more frequent. Fuyuhiko lazily stroke himself as he remembered the first day - of how Kazuichi sounded so breathless and fucking needy and that was only because he was getting fingered. 

As the month progressed, the two have been getting closer and closer to the ‘main event’. And each time Kazuichi sounded just like that first time, while Gundham seemed to be getting a bit more vocal as they progressed in their sex life.

It was interesting and somehow stupidly endearing, but the blond knew something was different when he heard the familiar telltale whine from the mechanic.

Harsh panting fills the air suddenly and the whining that used to annoy him now makes his dick twitch. “Come on, Gun! I’ve been a good boy -ugh! Jus- just please-””

“Patience, Cara Mia.” The wet sounds of messy kissing can be heard and the yakuza’s breath stuttered as Gundham continued in a deep, authoritative tone. “You are not the only one eager for this, but you must be prepared for me. I will not be the source of any discomfort or pain to you.”

There was a low, wet noise in the background. Fuyuhiko could imagine the taller teens' spindly long fingers spreading the others cunt wide with each thrust - maybe a thumb gently pressing circles against Kazuichi’s clit, adding just the right amount of pleasure - 

Normally, Fuyuiko wouldn’t have been able to really hear all this, if he hadn’t all but pressed his ear against the wall. So he had a front row seat to all the audible whimpers and gasps as well as getting full snatches of conversations the two would have. As fucked as it sounded, it was damn near music to his ears.

The squishing sounds of the breeder finger fucking the mechanic’s pussy was a near nightly event. Gundham always made Kazuichi come first - something that the blond didn’t mind because he found himself enjoying hearing Kazuichi lose his shit and cum so hard he heard the latter complain of his sheets being soaked.

The sounds quicked for a moment and a low groan answered drowned out whatever the breeder was asking his boyfriend. Gundham tsked, but Fuyuhiko could hear the smug satisfaction behind it. He squeezed his dick, trying to stave off the building pleasure that simply sound surged through him.

“My, but you have become a glutton.” Now the squishing wasn’t so quiet and joined in the sympathy of whimpers and gasps. “Maybe Your Overlord has been too lenient in his mercy. You’re beginning to be disobedient -”

“I’m not!” Was mewled and Fuyuhiko began to stroke himself faster as the other begged. “I can be good. I can be so good!”

Holy fuck, but Kazuichi begging like this is fucking hot. Maybe it was because how breathless and wrecked he could sound just from the slightlest touch, but that shit was like catnip to Fuyuhiko. He forced himself to slow the pace of his strokes and to forcibly still his hips from their minute thrusts into his fist. 

They were just getting started and already he was about to blow his wad.

Jesus Fucking Christ Fuyuhiko, get your shit together. He abashes. It does enough to reign in his eagerness and just in time too.

“Well…I suppose your Master can let your insolence go just this once. But only if you can prove your repentance.”

Then there was the sound of shuffling and ragged breathing before a tearing sound broke the quiet before it happened.

He doesn’t know how he knows, but he felt the moment when Gundham entered Kazuichi- how the air seemed to shift and grow exponentially warmer and the sweat broke out his skin. From the other side of the wall, the ragged breathing gets louder and there’s a subtle squeak from the mattress.

Then the moment is broken with a loud cry.

“Fuck! Gundham please-”

“What is it, Puppy?”

How the fuck could the goth be so damn composed right now?! Fuyuhiko felt he was losing his mind and he wasn’t the one buried deep in the mechanic. Even if his voice was steady, the strain he tried to conceal was blatantly obvious to the yakuza.

The was more creaking, and he could imagine Kazuichi squirming from the new pressure within his body.

“You’re too big - tearing me apart-” The plaintive mew cut off with a scream and the wall thudded with the bed frame making contact with it.

“Silence.” Gundham commanded, not harsh but firm. “Unless you want to be punished, you will be a good boy, and take all of me.”

Another whimper echoed through the wall, but Kazuichi kept all protest silent as he panted through the other entering him. Fuyuhiko wondered what he looked like - debauched most likely. Looking throughly fucked and they haven’t even gotten to the actual fucking. He must have made a pretty sight and he slowly stroked himself to the image behind his eyes as the goth praised his boyfriend.

“Hush now, Kazuichi. Hush. That’s it.” Ragged breathing prevails in the sudden silence, only broken with a few small kissing noises, before he hears the other question in a low hush, “Now, answer me honestly: what is your color?”

“Y-yellow.” The  “Yellow, yellow yellow yellow -! Sir, please-“

There was a pleased rumbled - almost like a fucking purr and it would be hilarious if it wasn’t also kinda hot - before Gundham spoke, pleasure dripping from him like fucking honey.

“Good. So good. My Concubine has done so well. Your honesty pleases me greatly. Take all the time you need.”

And from there, it really started to go. The small, minute squeaking of the bed, grew louder with each minute passing from the initial stages of finding a pace and rhythm they both enjoyed.

The whimpering grew into breathy moans and half cut off curses as the breeder fucked into Kazuichi like he was a man on a fucking mission. Fuyuhiko tried to pace himself to the headboard hitting the shared wall, but gave up and soon went in his pace - one hand fondling his balls and nipples as the other moved in fast strokes. 

And through it all, Gundham praised Kazuichi and talked to him so sweetly that it made the blond’s heart flutter in yearning even as his dick leaked more cum from his near purple head.

“There we are. Look how good you’re being -  serving your Master so well.”

Fuck he sounded like a man drowning. Fuyuhiko’s eyes fluttered closed, imagining those dual color eyes pinning him down with a hooded glare and a wicked grin on his lips.

“Such perfection. What a perfect Princess.”

Kazuichi released a loud, ear piercing moan and it made everything stop. The breath stuttered out of Fuyuhiko, his cock painfully hard as the moan reverberated through his skull, eyes wide.

Holy shit.

It seemed to have an affect on the breeder as well, because he talked, his voice cracked with nearly repressed emotion.

“Did you like that, my dear? Do you like being called Princess?”

There was an attempt at a protest, but they fall silent as the other begins to thrust into him - this time so hard that the headboard actually makes Fuyuhiko’s own vibrate with the intensity. Kazuichi still valiantly tries to deny the accusation, but that’s kinda hard to do when you’re getting fucked so hard the wall is rattling. Fuyuhiko doesn’t hesitant to continue getting himself off.

“S-stop calling me that! Seriously! No fair!” He pants, words breaking with each sobbing inhale.

“Ah, but you tightened around me so deliciously. There is no shame in admitting your true form.”

“N-no-o!” The low mew that sang out made Fuyuhiko’s eyes widen as he imagined the taller sharply thrust into the whimpering mechanic below him. He hand sped up to match the quickened panting.

Gundham sounds like he’s barely holding on, voice harsh and panting as he demands, “Who’s my Princess?”

“I - ah!”

Fuck he sounds so fucking gutted. Kazuichi sounded like he was one step away from babbling incoherently and Fuyuhiko speeds up and begins to thrust into his hand.

“What was that? I’m afraid I could not hear you. Who’s my little, slutty Princess?”

“Me! I’m your slutty princess! Oh fuck, harder!”

The headboard bangs like its trying to slam into his room and connect the dorms. He feels himself getting and he reaches the hand fondling his balls up to pinch at a nipple. And then he hears it - Kazuichi’s telltale pitch shift as it heightens to near ear piercing levels before he starts cumming. He’s cumming for awhile, almost to a near comical length before his voice cracks and crackles into whining gusts of noise that escape his chest.

But the headboard is still banging, which means Gundham hasn’t cum yet. Fuyuhiko marvels at that - how the other somehow held on through the convulsing of the mechanic’s needy hole around his dick. But from the low, near animal grunts that filter through, he probably won’t last long.

Kazuichi probably knows that too, because his cracking voice whispers obscenely,

“Cum inside me! Please babe! Wanna be stuffed. Wanna feel you dripping out-“

And that’s what pushes Fuyuhiko over the edge. The image of Kazuichi as a panting, disheveled mess; begging pleading to be so full of his cum that it leaks out his used pussy, their combined seed just dribbling out and soaking the cotton sheets - is just too fucking much and he has to bite into his hand to try to stifle his loud groans as he spills all over his hand and even his forearm.

He collapses on his bed as a cut off sound, followed by a low, guttural moan that vibrates the entire wall and Fuyuhiko dimly registers Gundham most likely finishing inside the mechanic.

Harsh panting leaves the blond as he tries to control his breathing. The shared afterglow is the best part in his opinion - the quiet after the shared experience feels comforting almost; even if he’s the only one away from it.

Soon, the quiet spell is broken but a breathy chuckle from the other side. The bed creaks again, and he can imagine that the two are cuddling and being all cute and shit.

“Oh man! I can’t feel my hips, dude.”

“A-apologies, my Paramour. I fear I may have been too far gone to notice your discomfort.”

“Discomfort? Nah, dude that was fucking hot! I’m gonna feel you all day tomorrow. Thank fuck it’s Sunday I can just stay in bed all day.”

“Hmmm. We can enjoy a lazy day of rest. I have not done so in quite some time.”

“You wanna stay the night? I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m gonna take a shower. You wanna join me?”

“In a moment. I must regain my composure before we are in such close proximity again.”

“Like shower sex is a bad thing.”

“With your clumsiness, that would only end in disaster.”

“Fine. Just don’t take too long, the water’ll get cold.”

And then the sounds of Kazuichi’s retreating feet, sluggishly brings Fuyuhiko back from his pleasure-fueled daze. He lays there, considering if he should just forgo his usual dry clean up and shower himself, when he freezes at the sound of his name.

“Are you still there, Kuzuryuu?”

Cold sweat brings goosebumps up Fuyuhiko’s neck. He stares at the wall, mouth opened in muted horror at the painfully dull beige coloring.

No fucking way -

“I know you can hear me. I had thought I was going mad until I heard your pitiful attempts to smother your moans. Did you have your fill?”

Shame and guilt war with the shock and anger that curdle in his stomach, chasing away the pleasant feeling he basked in mere moments before. He scrambles away from the wall, feeling as though a hole would appear and swallow him whole.

“I - I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

He would spin this. Maybe this was the first time that he was actually heard. If so, he could play dumb and act like none of this fucking happened and it could be a kept secret between him and his best friend’s boyfriend. And it wasn’t like Gundham would use it against him- he’s not that kind of person -

But all that hope was dashed away, when the other continued.

“Come now. This corner of the walls has a weakness in the foundation-since you can hear us it’s only natural that the same for us is true.”

Well….fuck.

If Gundham knew this long, why the fuck didn’t he say anything?!  Was this all for his amusement and at Fuyuhiko’s expense? Laugh it up with Kazuichi or some shit?

Oh fuck! Did he tell Kazuichi?!

“Do not fret - I can smell the fear radiating off you. Kazuichi is not aware that you have heard us.”

“And how long have you known?” There was no point denying it now - not when it was so obvious the other had him backed in a corner.

“Only a short time.”

Fuyuhiko banged his head against the headboard, all pretense of pretending not to eavesdrop, vanishing with his sagging shoulders. He hits his head against it for good measure. Of course it would go both ways. Why didn’t he ever think it would? Is stupid contagious or something?

His silent lamenting was interrupted by Gundham, who quietly cleared his throat in a bid to recapture the others' attention.

“I must admit,” The breeder began, “that at first I was very vexed at the idea of unworthy mortals bearing witness to such a private ritual between my Paramore and I. However, the knowledge that you could hear us and my claim on Kazuichi grew on me until I began to….anticipate our nightly passions whenever we retired to his private domicile.”

Fuyuhiko tilted his head back just enough to stare incredulously at the white colored wall.

The fuck does that mean? 

“If you are amiable, I would not mind ensuring you are more…involved in my and my Hearts private sessions.“ Gundham offered, his tone taking on a more light, expecting tone.

The yakuza’s eyes widened as he wheeled back, landing his bear ass in some of his cooling cum. He stared hard at the wall, thinking he must have misheard or something - cause there ain't no way this bastard just - wait, invited him into their sex life? 

This can’t be happening.This can’t be fucking happening!

Fuyuhiko didn’t realize he was muttering this out loud until Gundham silenced with a quick, hard knock against the shared wall.

“Do not misunderstand me, fool! I am bound to Kazuichi in both body and soul. I have never felt the need to stray from his side. However…we have discussed perhaps having a third involved with our rituals every now and again.”

“And what- he’d be ok with me - his other best friend - hooking up with him and his boyfriend?!” Fuyuhiko hissed.

This couldn’t be real life. Gundham was such a possessive idiot when it came to Kazuichi. There is simply no way he’s offering this to the blond now, even if hes traitorous dick twitches in interest at the prospect.

Seemingly unmoved by the others plight, the taller teen continued, voice even and calm in his certainty, “My Hell Rose is most agreeable to exploring his body and experiences of carnal pleasure. Plus, you have the ability to make him feel safe when I am unable to. Additionally, he has willingly admitted to a small crush he had developed for you prior to our courtship. He would not be put off if you decided to join us.”

“This is is crazy. You’re crazy.”

All he got was a hum in response, before he heard the rustling of sheets being moved as the other made to get out of bed.

“Think on it,” Gundham offered - commanded really, the fucker, “there’s no rush. Take as much time as you need to come around and seek me out with your answer. But I believe you will make the right choice.” 

There a pause, before he continued, voice husky and deep and all satisfied and - fuck! His dick really needs to take the fucking back seat.

“Personally, I would love to see him choking on your dick. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must bathe.”

And with that finally ‘what the fuck’ statement, Gundham’s footsteps faintly retreated towards the others bathroom. It was quiet for a few long moments. Fuyuhiko cleaned himself up with a washcloth he brought out of his bathroom earlier in preparation for a night that did not go the way he had planned.

Gundham’s proposal circled around his lazily like a moth or buzzard - it ensnared his whole attention so thoroughly that he failed to hear the couple return to bed until he heard Kazuichi complaining about another set of his sheets being ‘ruined’.

So he worked on throwing his boxers and washcloth into his hamper - quietly because just because the goth knew didn’t mean Kazuichi did - and silently settled himself in bed. He curled into himself, back resolutely facing the weak spot where low moaning and sounds of wet kissing echo loudly like a clock chime. Again, he felt his dick twitch in interest again and he groaned quietly into his pillow.

There was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight.

God fucking dammit.

End

[en-chi-la-da]

Any head canons of Hinadam and Hinasoda (with all 3 of them together obvi)?

we talkin' a souhinadam (souda>hajime<gundham) situation here? or do you mean like poly with all 3 of them dating each other?? alright fine i'll try to think abt soudam seriously for a hot minute HRMMM

despite my general neutrality towards soudam they do share some similar traits (they both have these "personas" that they present themselves with, both dress funny, both wear eyeliner and have daddy issues lol they're both cringe) so you would think i would be more open to shipping just the two of them 😔 too bad they freaking hate each other too much SIGHHH

speaking of dressing funny, i love the visual of seeing a sharp-toothed mechanic who dresses bright and loud, a breeder goth dude who dresses dark and will wear a scarf in 90-degree weather, and then a regular guy in a tie and button up shirt :) like what are THOSE guys up to lmao

whether they're standing, sitting, lying down, it's preferred that hajime remains in between the two of them. it's a bit more civil that way making gundham and kazuichi interact NICELY is like trying to make the same poles of a magnet touch, there's that repel between them. BUT it's similar to having kaz hang out with sonia + gundham. they CAN come together but you still have to force it lol

whenever gundham goes OFF on one of his incomprehensible spiels, hajime is used to it and understands a majority of what he's trying to say but kazuichi's brain still melts a little bit each time he attempts to decipher gundham's ramblings. he doesn't bother half of the time, he'd rather just have haji decipher it for him

handsy clingy bf vs bf who rarely likes to be touched... nippy puppy dog + moody stray cat energy.. cuddly koala bear + skittish horse energy... quite the spectrum of affection for our boy hajime it seems..... is this anything lmao

✨ bi + pan + ace solidarity ✨ (can you guess who is who)

aaand this got longer than i meant it to be. now here's a shitty doodle

[broth-y]

Hey dude I feel the crave for validation. May I beg for some,,, ice cream date headcanons??? It’s my dream date and I’m in love with them

i'm assuming you mean soudam, because what else do i post about, honestly?

however, we are on the same brainwave because an ice cream date is one of my favourite things. (i actually mention the pair getting ice cream in something i'm posting later this week!)

i'm bad at headcanons, so i couldn't come up with as many as i wanted to, but here's a few!!

- kaz gets something really sweet and sugary. i can guarantee you that this man walks up to the clerk and asks for marshmallow ice cream with whipped cream, sprinkles aND gummy bears, thank you.

- in the same vein, i hc gundham as vegan, so he just gets some simple vegan ice cream or sorbet, whatever is available.

- gundham is a simple guy, he gets his in a dish with a spoon. souda would demand to have a cone, with his toppings and all. preferably a chocolate dipped cone. (with more sprinkles.)

- they would go somewhere, probably outside, to sit and eat together. gundham would point put birds to kaz. this is a fact.

- kaz tries to get gundham to have some of his ice cream, reapeatedly, but hes like n o honey, dearest, you know i cannot eat that.

- kazuichi would eat his way too quickly, absoluetely freezing his brain and demanding that gundham help him. he would comply and kaz would definitely cuddle his face into gundham's jacket or something.

- sugary and sweet ice cream kisses, that's all.

i hope that these are okay!! thank you so much for the ask, i'm endlessly appreciative. i tried my hardest to do them justice.

[crazynekochan]

Soudam Omegaverse circus au: the omega’s have a travelling circus and are pretty much the Barnum and Bailey of their time, whilst the Alpha’s (and beta’s) are in a failing circus that barely scrapes the bottom of the barrel when it comes to funds. One day the Omega circus is told that they are going to merge with the Alpha circus and of course non of them are happy about it. Why did they have to share their skills with a failing circus? Surely they weren’t even worthy of being near them? (1/2)

As I headcanon that Kazuichi is seriously flexible and of course has some muscle mass (which is needed as a mechanic) he would be a great tightrope performer. That Gundham would be an animal trainer is a given

I could imagine that the dam circus would be quite bugged out to suddenly having to merge with another circus full of sires. They wouldn’t exactly believe that they would be able to get in money if they already failed and it would be quite a change for the omegas to suddenly having to travel with alphas and vice versa

To add to the part with Kaz and Gundham. Gundham would be so entranced with watching Kazuichi move along the rope and do some tricks all the way up there, and he wouldn’t be able to look away

However when he actually ends up startling Kaz and causing him to fall into the net, he would have half of a heart attack. Kazuichi however would so scream at him and insult him for startling him like that and causing him to fall down

Also imagine later on Kazuichi actually meets Gundham’s animals for the first time and hiding behind Gundham when he sees his trained bear run around the tent without anything stopping it. Kaz would be frightened to death because they probably never had an animal show and Gundham just lets his animals run around freely. Also what would also be fun if the other performers decide that Kazuichi should try out some tricks on the bigger animals while Gumdham commands them and thus leading to the two of them working together for a show

[potentiala]

Soudam Week: Day 4 - Soulmates

The Angst is here and its staying.

Souda hated his soulmate.

  A contradiction that doesn’t make sense, he knows. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t true. For one, he had no idea who his soul mate was. But the worst part was that they were always getting hurt. How did he know?

Well he could feel it to.

  Every cut, every slash, every punch and kick his soulmate endured, so did he. Granted, Souda only received a mirrored version of the severity of the pain, while his soulmate had td to deal with both the pain and the scarring. Still, it hurt.

Still, it would always happen

  Souda had too many memories of suddenly collapsing in pain in elementary school or all together passing out between his soulmate’s pain and his own father’s beatings. So, yeah. Souda came to hate his soulmate. Hated whoever that careless idiot was.

Hated them as much as he worried for them.

===

Years came and went.

  Souda had become used to his soulmate’s frequent injuries. Changing his appearance in such a way that, even if he was writing in agony on the floor over whatever stupid stunt his soulmate pulled, no one who rush at him with pity in their eyes. He hated that pity. He hated that look they gave him.

He hated his soulmate.

  Souda did his best not the suffer his own injuries after leaving his dad’s and getting accepted into Hope’s Peak. But even he messed up sometimes, and whenever he got hurt, Souda couldn’t help but wonder.

Did his soulmate even care?

  Clearly they didn’t if they themselves just continued to get hurt over and over again. Knowing full well that they had someone behind them feeling their every agony. There was no doubt in Souda’s mind anymore.

Their soulmate was the worst kind of person.

  Still, Souda found himself worrying all the same. With every invisible gash on his arm, he wondered if they were ok. With every bite-like ache in his leg, he fretted about their soulmate’s chances of infection. With every breath knocked from his lungs, he wondered if they had anyone to pull them back on their feet. It was a waste, Souda thought.

Worrying for someone who didn’t even love him.

===

A killing game in a group full of soulmates.

  What could possibly go wrong right? Even the idea of it was too cruel, too brutal. Killing one person and them putting their soulmate through the worst kind of agony imaginable? Too cruel.

Too brutal.

  Almost as painful as realizing the girl Souda had wished and prayed for to be his soulmate, had never so much as experienced anything worse than a scraped knee. And Souda’s dad had given him way more than that. But hey.

At least he wasn’t Hinata.

  Poor bastard got stuck with the absolute mess that was Nagito Komaeda. Malnourished and suffering from like a billion diseases, Souda was in complete awe of how his soul brother was even able to stand the Ultimate Lucky Student. But them again, at least he found his soulmate. Even if it was in a place like this damn island. And in a twisted, painful way, Hinata was happy and whole with that crazy cloud head.

And Souda wasn’t.

  After both Hinata’s and Sonia’s revelations, he felt alone in this crowd of people that should’ve been familiar to him. He felt half formed and dirty and pathetic. Hmph. The guy his own soulmate didn’t care about. God, he really hated his soulmate.

Almost as much as he hated Gundham.

===

Peko and Fuyuhiko.

Fuyuhiko and Peko.

  Souda should’ve seen that coming. But he didn’t. And, as he watched Peko sacrifice every inch of her body and life for Fuyuhiko, Souda knew that he would never, ever know what that kind of love would feel like. That selfless, reckless, wonderful kind of love that kept Fuyuhiko alive even as he was screaming and bleeding Peko’s name. Yeah.

How could Souda ever know something like that?

  His soulmate didn’t care. His soulmate just kept hurting themselves and him. The only difference now was that Souda didn’t bother to worry or care. They were too far gone. Too rotten and rusted. They’d never care for one another like Peko and Fuyuhiko. Not now.

It was too late.

===

Akane was tough as nails.

  But the sound of her screams as she clutched her body while Nekomaru fought for his life in some toy ambulance was something else. Something chilling and horrible. She…

She hadn’t known.

  She didn’t know Nekomaru was...but still she...Her screaming never stopped that night. But Souda couldn’t find it within himself to feel sorry for her. Not anymore. Not when he would, one day, be in Nekomaru’s place. She was just like his soulmate.

Cruel to the end.

===

Love was awful.

  Souda should’ve reached that conclusion sooner. But he had held onto the hope that he would one day be proved wrong. That his soulmate would just descend from the heavens and soothe every ache and trampled feeling Souda had ever suffered from. But the Ultimate Mechanic realised that was far from reality.

Love had turned Mikan into a monster.

  A murderous, feverish, panting monster that terrified Souda to no end. He decided that he hated love, then and there. And, as Mikan blasted off into space with that lovesick look on her face, Souda decided that he never, ever wanted to meet his soulmate. Not now. Not ever.

If only Gundham would give him some space.

===

Starving in a house named after a fruit was some painful irony.

  Still, Souda knew that it was better to sleep and conserve his energy than worry about the hollow feeling in his gut. So he slept.

And dreamt.

  Dreamt of somewhere warm and sunny. Dreamt of a small-town garage to work in. A good stream of welcome business and ambitious side projects. A cool glass of iced tea waiting for him with a kiss on his cheek, despite the oil. A hand in his, just as battered and bruised as his, but fingers still slotting together seamlessly regardless. A loud laugh in the air during a night out in town. Arms around his waist and a warm body pressed against his as they slow danced to something peaceful, something wonderful. Souda dreamt a warm and perfect dream.

Souda dreamt a life with his soulmate.

But then the pain started.

  From bitter, bitter experience, Souda knew it was from a beating. And his soulmate was fighting back. It woke Souda from that perfect dream with all the fury of a star crashing down unto Earth. He had to bite his tongue to avoid screaming. Falling from his bed, only able to gasp and groan in agony. What?

What was happening?

===

Gundham Tanaka had fucked up.

  He had fucked up big time. The room stank of oil and hot metal. Him and his beloved Devas were exhausted. Killing the Mechanical One had been wrong.

But it was all he could do.

  It was all the two of them could to from saving the rest of them from certain death. And, in its own way, it was simply nature at its finest. You either kill or starve.

And Gundham had killed.

  He had murdered and wondered, dimly, if the Always Hungry One was up and screaming in pain yet. His ice heart truly bleed for that mortal. Losing her soulmate not once, but twice. It was cruel.

But not as cruel as Souda’s predestined fate.

  Gundham knew. Of course he did, nothing hid from his all-seeing eyes. Especially not his soulmate. He had known the second he first saw those pink tetresses flutter in the salty air. The second those sharp eyes and thick lashes gazed in his direction. The second he first saw that sharp-toothed smile and heard that loud laughter. Gundham knew then.

But still he kept his silence.

  How could he not? The Ultimate Breeder could carve a million apologies into his skin and it still wouldn’t be enough. All his years with his wonderful beasts had taken a toll on his body, he knew. Gundham was covered in the scars to prove it, but he had always, always been acutely aware that there had been another being behind him. Suffering from the same ailments.

And still he did nothing.

  How could he? Animals had no soulmates to fret over, they couldn’t hold back their claws and teeth. They couldn’t go against their instincts. So Gundham could only hold onto the vain hope that, once he and his beloved met, he would be able to apologize for all he had made them suffer through. But that was nothing but wishful thinking now. No.

Gundham didn’t even have that left.

  The Devas’ eyes were dark, wet with worry as he picked them up. But Gundham could find no words to comfort them. He knew that the others would find him out. But the Great Gundham Tanaka had done this for them, they would know. But not Souda. Souda would never know that it was him, and all the pain that Gundham had caused him, that pushed him to this gastly act.

Perhaps as his way to atone.

  But he had just damned Souda to a different fate now. Gundham would die soon. And, in doing so, he’d give the ultimate pain to his only soulmate. His last gift to his beloved would be the same as the first.

Pain.

Agony.

Despair.

  Legs aching, Gundham made his way back to the Strawberry house. Sabotaging what he could on his way out. Purely for decoration at this point. His thoughts muddled as his eyes filled with tears. Which should’ve been impossible. He was the Overlord of Ice, such mortal tears were beneath him.

But they were there nonetheless.

  Just once, Gundham thought, I want to see him. I want to look at him one last time. The Devas pressed themselves closer to his skin. Either seeking or giving comfort, he didn’t know. But he appreciated it nonetheless. And on the Ultimate Breeder went, walking in a trance to the one person he owed his life and more to.

Pausing just outside Souda’s door.

  Suppose Souda was awake? What then? He’d be caught immediately. But, after all the bloodshed the Overlord of Ice had witnessed, he didn’t care. Not anymore. Part of him hoped for a passionate meeting. One where Gundham knew exactly what to say and he and Souda could know the joy of being in each other’s arms.

If only for the first and last time.

  But now, Souda was still asleep when he entered his realm. He seemed to have passed out in exhaustion. Starvation and Gundham’s own injuries proving too much for him to bear. Souda lay, sprawled out on the floor of his room, brows drawn in Gundham’s residual pain. The Ultimate Breeder’s heart heavy with guilt as he picked up his resting beloved.

For the first and last time.

  Had Gundham not been fending back tears, he would’ve laughed. How seamlessly the two fit together! How softly, how gently Souda’s breathed against his skin! Gundham’s poisonous touch giving immunity him and only him. He wanted to drape the softest blankets and the finest pillows around Souda then. Give him something, anything to remember him by. But Gundham had nothing to give his beloved.

Nothing but pain.

  All he could do was watch Souda sleep. Watch, as his own aches receded, as Souda slowly relaxed. Pain ebbing away. Breathing evening out. Gundham brushed bandaged, battered fingers through Souda’s hair. Running them along the velvet, dyed strands in ways he had only dreamed of doing. Trailing them over the feather-soft eyelashes that rested against strong cheekbones. Brushing the tips of his fingers over chapped lips. Souda’s relaxed breathing ghosting over his hands. Warm.

Alive.

  Gundham left after that. He didn’t deserve anymore. He couldn’t keep the tears back anymore. Barely making it to his own realm before breaking down. Just like the Mechanical One, sobbing. Tears running down his face like the foulest of hellfire. The Devas crying out in worry. But Gundham couldn’t do anything. He hurt too much.

Hurt too much like Souda.

===

Good riddance!

  Souda wasn’t even sorry when he voted for Gundham. Nekomaru was a cool guy and an even cooler robot. Not only that, Gundham knew he was Akane’s soulmate! And he still, willingly, killed him! Akane couldn’t even stutter out her words properly, she was still so messed up. Granted Akane had been reckless with her soulmate in the past, that still didn’t mean he had to rob her of her other half!

That was just cruel.

  So Souda shouldn’t have to feel bad right? So why? Why did his voice dry up in his throat the second Gundham was announced the true killer. Why did his body go cold? Why did his heart stop and his hands start trembling?

Why wouldn’t Gundham look at him?

===

He wished for a swift death.

  That was all Gundham wanted as he saw those beasts race toward him in the distance. A swift, quick death that wouldn’t hurt Souda too much. That’s it.

That’s all.

===

Why was his heart beating so fast?

  Souda stumbled, clutching his chest. Breathing erratic and his heart pumping frantically. He felt terrified. But of what? He wasn’t being executed. Gundham was. Gundham, with the weird way of talking. Gundham, with the animals all around him. Gundham, with the scarf pulled up to hide his blushing face. Gundham. Gundham Gund-

Souda fell down.

  He couldn’t breathe. Oh God, why couldn’t he breathe? Dimly, he heard Hinata call out to him. But he couldn’t hear, couldn’t focus. There was roaring in his ears and a screaming in his blood. Oh God. Oh God, he was going to die. He was going to-

Gundham.

  It happened then. It happened just as Souda finally looked up, his heart stopping underneath his clenched hands. It happened, it finally happened. Gundham Tanaka was executed, crushed to a bloody pulp by the very beasts he swore to protect.

And Kazuichi Souda screamed and wailed and cried in agony.

His soulmate dead before his eyes.

[crazynekochan]

any headcanons for soudam as parents?

Of course I do ^^

Kazuichi was the one who brought it up, since he always wanted children. However it took him some time to ask Gundham if he wanted children, because of the other being so reluctant about having contact to people

Both were highly nervous about having children. Kazuichi because he never really had a good parental figure in his life and thus fearing that he might fuck up big time, and Gundham because he is so awfully awkward with people that he fears that he might do something wrong and his own child/ren end up disliking him like

Gundham is way more often the dorky parent of them both, though only by a bit more

Gundham also keeps up his Overlord persona even to his child/ren, however he does talk a bit more in simpler terms so that his child/ren can understand him better

Kazuichi cried a lot when they got their first child from a mixture of slight panic and a lot of joy. Mainly joy though because this is like a dream come true for him

They would probably have more than one child

Both teach their child/ren everything they know about their work/talent and would see that their child/ren can try out as much as they like so that they could find their own passion/talent

It happened more than once that Kazuichi had to intervene and stop Gundham from allowing their child/ren to play with more dangerous animals (Just because Gundham was able to safely play with a bear as a child, doesn’t mean that Kaz allows their child/ren to play with one)