#Sdr2 x reader

[yawujin]

Hello

So I don't know if you're opposed to writing for the v2 boys but if you aren't

Could you please write v2 boys x s/o who is very hard working so when they get focused they forget to eat or drink water a lot &(if you're comfy trans male reader) they forget to take their binder off and rest.

Thxxxxxxxx

ofc i'll write the sdr2 boys i love them

request | sdr2 boys x an S/O who is hard working

type | react , light hearted , non killing game , established relationship , trans male reader

hajime hinata ♡

respects you for working so hard

always reminding you to take a break

hajime's a good listener so you can go to him to talk about work troubles you have

he secretly daydreams of another life where you two can just relax 24/7 so you do not have to worry so much about work

admires and appreciates all that you do

gets really excited when you finally finish your work for the day

kazuichi souda ♡

he gets it

relates to you bc he has had to stay up late working and fixing things

he learned the hard way that he must always keep water or something to hydrate himself while working

he's lowkey the type to ask "have you eaten yet?"

he cares sm about you

even though sometimes he also forgets to pack some lunch for himself for work lol

you two look out for each other always <3

fuyuhiko kuzuryu ♡

you already know he's the type to text you constantly throughout the day

"you're going to eat right?" "there has to be something in the vending machines there you can buy."

angry texts when you say all you had so far was some crappy instant coffee

even angrier texts when you tell him you're working after hours

always insistant on you taking a break (even if you just started working on something)

"i love you so much and if somehow someday you collapse while working i'll never forgive myself"

gundham tanaka ♡

orders you to stop working and take a break

no seriously, he orders you to take some time off

"the supreme overlord of ice commands you to STOP!"

he demands you come to bed and keep him warm

but first he reminds you to take off your armor (referring to your binder)

you still had it on oops

you just laugh a little bit and change

finally, you both can get some rest after a long day

nekomaru nidai ♡

he reminds you not to push yourself too hard

"it's kind of like training, you must know your limits!"

is willing to make a list for with designated times for breaks in your schedule

gets hyped up when you have a day off so you two can finally have a date/datenight

has a whole lot of respect for you and your ability to push through especially hard days

"just keep it in the back of your mind that i'll always be here if you need me for something, got it?"

ultimate imposter ♡

brings food to you

gently urges you to take a break

hugs from behind while you work

prefers it when you work from home

picks you up from work whenever he can

teruteru hanamura ♡

when you come home, the first thing he does is feed you

he makes all your favorite dishes ofc

he can always tell if you neglected yourself during work hours

"can't fool me, as your boyfriend i know what you need!"

keeps track of your days off incase you try to get a head start in working on something new

"nope sorry! can't have that today. you and i are due for a date at the diner"

sends you positive and encouraging and rather suggestive messages while you are at work

nagito komaeda ♡

very persuasive when he's trying to get you to rest after a long work day

you finally choose rest and nagito over more paperwork you need to sort out

"tomorrow's always there" he reassures you

"oh and, make sure to take that off" he says, looking at your binder

you almost finished changing without doing so

nagito gives you some affirmations while you drift off to sleep

"you work too hard..." he sighs sadly. "goodnight~"

⋆ ˚｡⋆ my ao3

[mubabee]

Genderbent Mikan

[creepygirlcemetery]

˚　SDR2 BOYS ♡ and their love languages : sdr2 boys x reader

warnings 𓂅 minus teruteru srry. nothing much? just fluff┊an : im so lutang rn sorry if there are any spelling mistakes LMAO ... reblogs are appreciated !

꒱ hajime hinata — acts of service

𓏲 i feel like hes the kinda guy who’d like to do things for you,

𓏲 maybe it’d start off with small things like opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you, getting you food, etc.

𓏲 he’d take care of you when youre sick methinks

꒱ nagito komaeda — words of affection

𓏲 literally worshipping the ground you walk on.

𓏲 i think he’d be the kinda guy who will compliment everything you do,, no matter what you look like or how good you are or something.

𓏲 i wouldve also said physical touch? but its more of something he’d like to recieve.

꒱ fuyuhiko kuzuryu — acts of service & quality time

𓏲 like hajime, i feel like fuyuhiko would do things for you. hes a gentleman— hes just… aggressive LMAO.

𓏲 i feel like he’d have some sort of urge to protect you? not really because he thinks youre weak, but having ties with the yakuza isn’t always safe.

𓏲 so with that, i feel like he’d have you near him often, if not with peko. and because youre always around, he also kinda learns to enjoy having quality time with you.

꒱ kazuichi soda — quality time, words of affection & physical touch

𓏲 i feel like hes not really set on one specific love language, but i think those would be his main three.

𓏲 he loves to compliment you, definitely the kinda guy to stumble over his words because of how nervous he is.

𓏲 like fuyuhiko, he’d probably prefer having you around him. not cause he needs to protect you; he just likes when youre there.

𓏲 he’d love to hold you or be held methinks. maybe he’ll have an arm around your shoulder or his hand on the small of your back whilst you guys walk around.

꒱ gundham tanaka — words of affection & gift giving

𓏲 compliment king 🙏

𓏲 definitely says some poetic stuff about you, his compliments DO NOT MISS. think the lyric “i’ll burn your name into my throat, i’ll be the fire that’ll catch you” from caraphernelia by ptv.

𓏲 he gifts you some cool stuff. roses, jewelry, or whatever else you like— hes got it.

꒱ nekomaru nidai — words of affection & quality time

𓏲 i feel like he’d like working out with you?

𓏲 he’d hype you up whilst you do push ups or something LMAO.

𓏲 maybe if you arent the kind of person who enjoys exercising, he’d just enjoy to have you there while he does.

꒱ byakuya twogami — acts of service

𓏲 alot like hajime, he’d do stuff for you.

𓏲 hes strict but hes a gentleman as well.

𓏲 he would open the car door for you, maybe carry your bags who knows.

[frickingnerd]

dating hajime hinata

pairing: hajime hinata x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship, caring boyfriend!hajime, physical affection (holding hands & kissing)

hajime is a great boyfriend!

he's always looking out for you and he's very eager to be the best boyfriend possible for you!

he's cooking for you, he helps you with chores and he often brings you flowers

he also gets along great with your friends, without there being any need for jealousy

hajime is incredibly honest and loyal!

he'd never do anything that would hurt you!

he wouldn't even think about cheating on you!

hajime is quite affectionate, but he also doesn't mind giving you space, if that's what you need

he loves holding hands with you and he'll kiss you goodbye each time the two of you part ways

he's not a big cuddler, but if that's what you want, then he'll cuddle with you too!

hajime wouldn't do anything you are uncomfortable with, so he likes to stick to the things he knows you're alright with

he doesn't mind taking things slow with you! he much prefers that over rushing things and regretting them afterwards

[idyllcy]

marry you

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Komaeda meets his beloved spouse after his luck finally gives him one thing.

Komaeda doesn't have many memories from his childhood.

Not many, but he has a single one he's never forgotten. He has a finished green ring pop that he carries on him at all times, and he has a photo that reminds him of the event in his wallet that he guards with his life.

Komaeda remembers it quite vividly. 

The sun shone brightly, and the flowers in his backyard were a nice, bright color compared to how they were in the rest of his memories.

Nagito Komaeda remembers that moment with his whole heart.

Under the burning sun of June, Nagito Komaeda had gotten married to you as a seven-year-old.

It's hard to forget one's first love.

"Nagi!!" You beam, running at the boy. "Let's get married!"

"H-huh?" Komaeda's eyes widen at you, and you grin at him. 

"I heard that's what people do if they're in love!"

"B-but we're not old enough!"

"But you love me, right?"

"Y-yeah?" Komaeda tilts his head in confusion.

"I love you too! So let's get married!" You grin. You're missing a tooth because you just lost one, but Komaeda thinks you look really pretty under the sun. A child doesn't know the word ethereal, but Komaeda would've called you that if he had known. "I'm wearing the whitest clothes I have today, just for this moment!"

Komaeda blinks.

"I don't have a ring," He pouts.

"Do you have money?"

"Yeah," he stares at you. 

"Let's go get ring pops!!" You pull him from the grass, and he stumbles after you. The sun burns his skin lightly. He's always been prone to sunburns, but he doesn't seem to mind as you're racing down the neighborhood to get to the convenience store. 

Komaeda sits on the parking block as you rush inside with his money, and he pouts. He chases after you, whining about how since he was richer he should pay.

"Nuh uh! I brought money too!"

"But I have more money than you!" He pouts. "Also, as a gift. I didn't get to buy you your wedding outfit."

You yelp as Komaeda takes your silence as an answer and runs off with the two rings. He pays for them quickly, rushing the cashier with a pout on his face as you rush to grab him. He grins as the cashier hands him the receipt with a laugh, and you pout.

"Nagi!"

"No takebacks!" He blows a raspberry at you, and he grins. "I bought your ring, hah!"

You frown, and his expression softens at your discomfort.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles. "But I wanted to pay."

"It's alright," You mumble, reaching for his hand. "Who's the ring bearer? Ring.. ring boy."

"Can Hope do it?"

"Yeah," You mumble back, following Komaeda. A part of him wants to rip open the candy and eat it, but he thinks it'll be gone by the time the two of you are done with the wedding.

Komaeda remembers the way you had jumped up and down while explaining to his parents what the two of you were going to do. Your parents had laughed, and Komaeda's parents had ruffled your hair affectionately. They would help officiate the wedding.

Komaeda remembers how his mom and your mom had pushed you into a room to help you get ready, and he remembers how his dad with yours had dragged him to the backyard to pick flowers for you. Komaeda remembers how hard he was sweating when he finished making the bouquet for you. It was so pretty. Komaeda had done his best to give you the prettiest bouquet. 

You looked pretty when you stepped out of the room. You had your mom put lipstick on your, as a child asks, and you had grinned at Komaeda affectionately. He remembers how you looked while walking down the aisle. Well, it wasn't an aisle. It was the garden pathway that Komaeda had deemed as the prettiest while you were getting ready. 

You wore white, as one does on their wedding, and Komaeda had changed into his best outfit. He remembers how Hope, only a puppy at the time, had dropped the rings in their packaging twice, and he remembers his dad helping the puppy take then to him. He remembers the way you ran down the garden pathway, a smile so bright it put the sun to shame on your face as you stopped next to him.

"Do you, Komaeda Nagito, take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded spouse?" Komaeda's dad does a dramatic wave of his arm at you.

"I do!" Komaeda remembers that his cheeks hurt from how hard he smiled.

"Do you, Y/n L/n, take Komaeda Nagito as your darling husband?" His dad does the same to Komaeda.

"Yes!" You jump excitedly. "I do!!"

"Please exchange your rings!" Komaeda's dad laughs heartily as the two of you rip open the package to slip on eachothers' ring fingers. Komaeda struggles a little because yours won't fit, and neither does his, but the two of you make it work. The ring is too big for the both of you; you guys have to hold it on, and Komaeda's mom grins as she pulls out her camera. 

"Baby, that's the wrong finger," Your mom lowers herself to your height, and she helps the two of you fix the ring placement. "This one," she slides the ring onto your ring finger. "That's the ring finger. The middle finger is for engagement."

"What's engagement?"

"It's like promising to marry someone," She smiles, adjusting Komaeda's ring. "But the two of you are married already, so it's the ring finger."

"Alright," You mumble, staring at the blue candy on your finger.

"I now pronounce the two of you married!" Komaeda's dad laughs as the two of you hug. 

"Smile!" Komaeda's mom holds a camera up, and you press your lips to Komaeda's cheek.

Komaeda turns red, stumbling over his words as you grin at him. 

"W-what was that for!"

"I heard you have to kiss at a wedding," You pout. "I saw it on TV."

"Does that mean I have to kiss you?" Komaeda mumbles, flushing impossible redder.

"Maybe," You shrug. "You don't need to-"

Komaeda presses his lips to your cheek in the second photo, and your eyes are widened in surprise. Komaeda remembers you smacking his chest lightly afterwards, whining about how he caught you off guard. He remembers how you had bit his ring pop in retaliation and how he got offended, so he bit yours. The two of you had finished your ring pops in his backyard on his swings, and the two of you had watched the sun set. 

Komaeda's mom had printed out the photos she took for the two of you to keep as a memory.

He remembers you tucking his into his wallet and how you had tucked yours into your wallet.

"Now we match!" You lips and tongue were blue from the candy, but Komaeda didn't mind. You still looked really pretty.

"Now that we're married..." Komaeda trails, staring up from the grass. "What do married people do?"

"I don't know," You pause. "They kiss and have kids... and stuff."

"But we're still kids," Komaeda mumbles. "We can't have kids yet."

"Yeah," You pout. "But promise me that we'll talk about it when we're older!"

Komaeda intertwines his pinky with yours, and he mumbles to himself. "What if you cheat."

"I would never!" You gasp, sitting up. "I could never do that! Nagi, I love you!!! People who love each other don't cheat!"

"Alright," Komaeda sighs. 

"You won't cheat either, right?" You mumble.

"Yeah," Komaeda grins. "I could never. I love you a whooooole lot!"

"How much?"

"Thiiiiiiiis," Komaeda waves his hands around. "Much!"

"Well," You mumble. "I love thiiiiis much too!" You mimic his wave, and Komaeda laughs. 

"No I love you more than that!"

"Oh, yeah? Prove it!"

Komaeda wakes up to the sound of his alarm, dragging his limbs out of bed. Ah, how nostalgic. His luck had moved you away from him immediately after the two of you got 'married'. He misses you. A lot.

Komaeda stares at the clock on his bedstand, and he glances at his wallet and keychain. He had dug a hole through the ring to loop a chain through. It's carried around with him. The photo of the two of you is in his wallet, tucked behind a plastic covering to avoid getting ruined or wet. 

The sun presses kisses to his face, and he washes up for the day. He brushes his teeth, eyes trailing to the necklace hung up. He dries his hands, and he clasps it around his neck. Tucking it gently behind his uniform collar, he grabs a slice of toast, and he heads to school for the day. 

The sun burns his skin, but he supposes he'll be fine. He has sunscreen on, and he's sure he'll live. He doesn't get sunburnt as often anymore.

He wonders how his luck is going to affect him today.

Stopping at the vending machine for a drink, he opens his wallet. As he does, to glance at the photo, it starts raining. Komaeda panics at the sight of the photo getting wet, and Komaeda feels his heart shatter in his ears. Rushing to get under a roof, he tries drying the photo however he could. It gets worse, and Komaeda feels his stomach churn uncomfortably. He wants to cry. 

The panic flooding his body makes him unaware of anything else going on around him, and he bites his bottom lip as he gives up on restoring the image. That was absolutely awful. Is his luck trying to kill him? Oh, god. No. He's praying something good happens today. By the way his luck was, it'd be strange for something good to actually happen.

The rain clears up, and Komaeda rushes to get to school. 

He was held back; he didn't need to be late to class.

At the gate of the main course, Komaeda slips on a puddle and lands face-first into the cement. It hurts. He gets up onto his knees, and he rubs his nose. There's blood coming out. He grimaces, and he mumbles to himself. What an awful morning. Just how much did the universe hate him today? His luck was absolutely awful. What the hell?

A hand offers him a handkerchief.

"A-ah, no, it's alright," He smiles, looking up at them. "It'd be rude for me to dirty an ultimate's handkerchi..." His eyes widen at the sight of their face. "ef."

"Even if it's your spouse's?" You help him up, pressing the fabric to his nose, and you have him tilt his head forward to stop the nosebleed. Komaeda doesn't fight your movement, body relaxing at your touch. He missed you. Ah, he can feel tears forming in his eyes. "I'll take you to the nurse's office."

"A-ah," Komaeda panics. "It's fine!"

"I insist," You mumble. "I know how to stop one, but I need you to sit down."

Komaeda doesn't fight you as you lead him to the nurse's office. Mikan helps him out, and you lean on the wall as he gets treated.

"You're still injury prone, huh?" You laugh as Mikan excuses herself at the sound of the bell.

"We're late for class," Komaeda mumbles, getting up.

"I told Mikan to explain that we'd be late," You smile. "You can walk slowly."

Komaeda stares at you for the first time, taking your features in. You haven't changed a single bit. He stares at you, growing embarrassed with each passing second. You're so gorgeous. Hell. You look just as pretty as the day you left him. He wants to see you in white again. Can he propose again? Did you still have your ring base? Do you still have the photo? Wait. Shit. The photo.

Komaeda fishes out his wallet, checking to see if the photo had dried and was still in one piece. 

It is not.

"Nagi?" The name rolls off your tongue naturally, and you slap your hands over your mouth. "Sorry. That came out naturally. I'm not sure if we're-"

"We're married," Komaeda swallows, face red. "You can call me whatever you want. Uh, my photo... got ruined. I'm sorry. You can smack me if you wan-"

You gasp. "You still have the ring!" Komaeda jumps in his skin, and he watches as you pull a necklace from under your uniform. "I have it too!"

Komaeda's throat goes dry at the sight of you with the necklace. 

"Ah... I," He fishes out the necklace you bought him, and he pauses.

"You still have it!!" You gasp. "Nagi!!"

Komaeda catches you in his arms, and you peer up at him, eyes bright with life. "Let's get to class. We have to tell them we're married. It just makes sense to!"

As Komaeda gets dragged by you again, he can't but feeling he's at peace. Home is where you are.

"Can... I propose to you properly when we put it on paper in the government?"

You look back at him with a grin. "That's a given."

Komaeda could kiss you right now.

[m1sa-w1sa]

Hmmm how about just regular Yandere Kyoko kirigiri and chiaki nanami headcanons~ I wanna see your spin on them being yandere's and if you can sneak Maki harukawa in if possible. She's my fav stoic Danganronpa girl rivaling Mukuro

(okie dokie!!! Coming right up!)

TW: YANDERE THEMES, i do not condone yandere irl behavior

Kyoko Kirigiri

•Shes pretty possessive of you, but very observant •Trying to escape would be pretty hard, even leaving false clues, it would be a walk in the park •Security cameras would be everywhere, the bedroom, living room, kitchen, backyard, besides the bathroom instead of a camera theres no windows, if there is then the windows are barricaded •Shes not to affectionate but she tries to show her love in gifts •Punishments is usually silent treatment, leaving you to stay in the room, sometimes not giving you food only caving in until you ALMOST collapse from hunger

Chiaki Nanami

•If we are looking in cannon chiaki its hard to say if she’s possessive or obsessive but im gonna say possessive •Trying to escape would also be hard because shes kinda always with you, maybe her heads in your lap, or shes on your back… also playing video games.. •Shes around you at all times so she doesnt really need security cameras •Shes like a teddy bear, she is GLUED TO YOUR HIP •She aint letting you leave lets be honest •Punishments is kinda hard to say, she would probably maybe so tie you to the chair that you first woke up in

[brayneworms]

cold as ice, baby | hinata hajime

kinktober day one: fingering

word count. 2.9k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, trans!hinata, gender neutral reader, fingering, established but new relationship, kissing, no real power dynamics but hinata likes being in control, biting, reader doesn't get touched but it's implied at the end

♪ freak - lana del rey.

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

Some days, Hajime's self-loathing is no joke.

It feels like the heat in Jabberwock intensifies it sometimes. Sort of... bastes it. Like it's cooking in its own filthy greasy residue and making him feel all oily and gross and hot. So, so hot. Under that stupid sun he cooks, and he sweats, and he feels like they can all smell it on him.

Probably not though. He showers every day, and nobody gets close enough to try.

It makes him feel a little sick, is all. How much he wants you sometimes. He feels gross, barely a step above Hanamura or maybe worse. He feels like he should go to jail sometimes for the way he ogles you. It's a hot island, so sometimes you have so much skin out, shoulders and legs, gleaming from sunblock lotion, slightly tacky from the whitish paste. Or the sea salt in your hair, or the chapstick you'd loaned from Saionji on your lips, apple and cinnamon. Or the swimsuits. Hajime's mouth goes dry.

He does not want to think about you in swimwear. Because then he's not going to stop thinking about you in swimwear, and it'll lead somewhere bad, which is the whole fucking issue, really.

You're so new, the both of you. He's liked you for ages, but you've only been official for a month or so. He can't just pounce on you like a starving lion. Even though he wants to. Even though he really, really wants to.

He watches you sit cross-legged with Tanaka to feed his hamsters, or get a piggyback from Owari with her strong hands on your thighs, or sit down and braid Ibuki's hair into loving little plaits, your fingers skating over the pale skin of her neck and scalp.

And it does something to him. He imagines your hands, smoothing down the tawny skin of his arms, his waist, encircling his ankles, gripping his throat, buried in his hair. He looks at your fingers and imagines them balling up the stupid standard-issue bedsheets underneath you. He sees you stretch out your legs and sees them bent in half, over his shoulders, around his waist like a vice, your pretty eyes clenched shut, your pretty mouth hung open.

Heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Avoiding you and taking a lot of cold—unforgivingly cold—showers makes for a good temporary solution, but oh look, hasn't he just shot himself in the foot and scored a home goal with it? Because it just means you come knocking on his cabin door looking for answers.

At night.

When everyone's asleep, and you're alone, and he's only wearing his boxers because of this stupid perpetual heat.

"Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your voice all small and hurt, and Hajime wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"No! Nonono," he blurts out in a panic, and he steps aside to let you in like a moron, like the idiot he so clearly is. It's not the first time you've been in his cabin, obviously, but it's night and you look all soft and vulnerable and he thinks you're freshly showered because he can smell the coconut bodywash you like to use.

But then reality breaks through because you look—honestly hurt, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his eye, and then Hajime mostly just feels like a huge piece of shit.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of weariness. "It's—it really isn't anything you, uh, did. It's me. I'm just... weird."

"Weird about what?" you press, stepping forward. "C'mon, you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can just... talk it out."

You're so sweet. "It's—uh, honestly, it's just kinda really embarrassing. And stupid. And... weird. And I really don't wanna weird you out, or like, make you think I'm... something I'm not, 'cause I'm not, like, the thing that you're gonna think I am but I just—"

"Hajime." Your hands on his shoulders, clamping down. The warm soft skin dimples between your fingers. Hajime's voice dies in his throat. He stares on, cheeks cherry-red, entirely too hot, sweat collecting unpleasantly on the nape of his neck. "I can guarantee nothing you tell me is going to freak me out, or whatever it is you're scared of. And I can see it's clearly... weighing down on you."

You're so nice. Weighing down on you is such a nice choice of words. In reality he probably looks constipated from stress.

"It's just—" His tongue flicks out nervously to wet his lips, and your eyes absently flit down to track the movement, oh fuck, "It's just..." Bad idea bad idea bad idea. "I kind of... I don't want to come on too strong and... scare you off."

Your brow knits; he thinks he sees some sort of understanding fall into place behind your eyes, but it's kind of distant. "Come on too strong how?"

His blush spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, down his neck. "I... ahaha..." The nervous breathless stupid laugh he gives makes him want to strangle himself. "Y-you know. When I'm around you, I..." He swallows hard. "It—I can't help but think about... stuff I shouldn't."

He sees the moment it clicks into place for you; the slight widening of your eyes, the parting of your lips. "A-ah."

Mortification floods him like a tsunami. "Sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should've—" He's burning alive, he's actually baking like one of Hanamaru's luxury strips of meat that he slowcooks in the oven for hours on end so the whole hotel building ends up stinking of fucking, chicken and stock and rosemary all day—

"Hajime, hey." Your hands squeeze on his shoulders. "Just—breathe for a sec, please, you're freaking me out but not for the reasons you think you are."

Hajime gulps, eyes you nervously, and takes in a few desperate pulls of air. He feels small, like he's actively shrinking.

"First of all. It's not... like, weird, you know, to f-feel that kind of stuff in general," you say, incredibly haltingly like it's very awkward for you. "But it's even less weird when you're actually, you know, in a relationship, and I—I don't want you to feel weird about this, that's all, or about telling me when you're—you know. Because I'd be down. I mean, to help. Assuming that's what you want, I mean."

Hajime stares at you. His brain abruptly throws up its hands, bluescreens, and goes for a smoke break.

"Wha—wha?" he says intelligently. You smile fondly, the kind of smile that reminds Hajime why he fell in love with you in the first place.

"Do you want me to help you out?" you repeat, very clearly, and Hajime buries his face in his hands. Heat shoots through him like liquid lightning, illuminating every pore of his body. He can feel it gather between his legs.

"You don't have to," he mutters, heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Hajime," you say pleasantly. "D'you think you're the only one who's had to hold themselves back?"

It's pure, unadulterated shock that makes him lift his face out his hands to gawp at you, but the moment he does you cup his face with both of your hands and kiss him. He wonders if you can feel the heat of his burning skin on your palms, whether you care, and then your tongue is in his mouth and he stops wondering anything at all. He groans softly against your lips, and finally his useless hands move and he's grabbing, curling a fistful of your shirt in one hand and cupping the back of your neck with the other. He feels like he's been depriving himself of you for so long, and for fucking what? You feel incredible.

He walks you backwards until your knees his the frame of his bed and you're unseated with an undignified yelp. You bounce on the mattress, peering up at him. Hajime swallows hard. "Is this... okay? We don't have to—anything you want, God, anything—"

You put two hands on his waist, just above the waistline of his boxers, and Hajime stammers to a halt. He gazes at you, wide-eyed, brilliantly red. You press your lips to the skin just under his navel and his stomach sort of convulses at the sensitivity, and you keep going, down the trail of hair that disappears behind the waistband of his underwear, kissing over the fabric until you get to—

Hajime jolts and swears. His hands clench reflexively into fists at his side. "Lay down," he bursts out, and then flushes deeper. "Uh... please. If you want to. I—"

You giggle and pry your hands off him, leaving him feeling colder than ever. Hajime watches, mouth dry as you drape yourself lazily over his bed. Your sleep short ride up your thighs, the collar of your shirt dips down, and all the skin is making his head dizzy. He clambers over you a little clumsily, hitting your knee with his with a thud that makes you wince.

"Sorry!" he panicks, hands fluttering nervously over your leg. "Sorry, did that—that was an accident, I—"

"It's okay, it's okay," you laugh, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "Jeez, Hajime. Relax a little maybe."

His flush must be crawling down his chest at this point. "Yeah. Maybe." He glances around. "Kind of hard."

"Is it?" you ask with a pointed glance at his boxers. He groans, but the levity is extremely welcome, makes him feel less anxious. Reminds him it's just you, and you would never seriously laugh at him. Reminds him that he's safe.

"Is it okay if I'm—I mean." He wipes his clammy palms surreptitiously over his thighs. "I feel better when I'm more... in control. Y'know?"

You smile up at him. "That's fine with me. Are you going to boss me around now?"

Hajime laughs feebly, glancing away. He thinks it's a reasonable pretense that the idea doesn't make him ten times wetter.

He kneels between your legs and kisses you. You're so soft, skin warm and pliant and fresh from the shower. He can't hold back a moan when your tongue slips against his, and when your hand slides over his waist again, the pinky finger of your hand grazing the band of his underwear, he finally plucks up the courage to grab your wrist and drag it.

He lets out a choked sound into your mouth as your pliant hand slides between his legs. Pulling back from the kiss, panting hotly against your mouth. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely. "Please, oh my god, I need... only if you want, only if you want to..."

Your hand twitches to life inside the tight grip of his fist, and you skim your fingers over the wet spot of the fabric of his underwear.

Hajime shudders, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. "Ah... oh, fuck..." His shaking hand drops your wrist, reprimanding himself fiercely for maybe grabbing you too hard, but you didn't say anything, but he shouldn't just grab you and lead you like you're cattle, he opens his mouth to apologise when you cup his cunt through his boxers and he loses the ability to do anything at all. Anything other than moan into your skin, starting to get salty from the heat and the proximity, and he goes delirious with the idea that he's ruining you a little. Like you've just showered, you'd scrubbed your body all over with lovely scented soap and he's going to undo it methodically, deliberately, and you're going to let him, when it's all over you're going to smell like sweat and him and you'll have to clean all over again.

It's an intoxicating thought, the idea that someone as soft as you would let someone like him mess you up.

Your hand slips under the waistband of his underwear, follows the trail of hair down and finding him soft and hot and dripping wet. Hajime curses as your fingers skate almost curiously over his clit, his folds.

"Oh shit," you curse, mumbling almost more to yourself. "Y-you're so wet."

He makes a high, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, eyes clenched shut, and his hips rock up into your hand in a gesture that feels inherently needy.

Despite his grossly obvious urgency, you take the time to bring your fingers back to your mouth and press them inside. Hajime watches, slack-jawed, pupils blown. When you take your fingers out, they're gleaming wet, and you grin at him. "You taste amazing."

Hajime is assaulted with all new images; your head between his legs, his hand on the top of your hair or tangled in your hair. Your tongue, soft and skilled against him, dripping spit and cum onto the carpet, and he has to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on your chest.

"Y/n," he croaks. "I'm gonna lose my mind."

You smile almost shyly, as if you didn't just have your fingers in your mouth right in front of him. "O-okay. Okay. Just, um... okay, I got it."

Hajime swallows hard. "Y-you're still sure?"

"I'm so sure," you tell him earnestly. And with that your hand glides down, over his collarbones, the twin scars arching beneath his breastbone, down his tense stomach and under his boxers again. This time, your fingers move with purpose. They roll over his clit and down the centre of his folds, parting them, dipping inside just slightly before coming back up. He feels a shivering mix of pain and pleasure as two of your fingers circle his clit, an indication that he's almost too sensitive; he feels like he's on fire, like forks of lightning are emanating from the vertice between his legs, and he lets out choked, high noises against your throat.

Mindlessly, it seems, his hips roll against your head, seeking something more. You take the initiative to prod with one finger, dipping lower from the other before teasing at his entrance. His thighs shake and part slightly for you, and you slip inside without another word.

The breach feels like breathing for the first time; he's so wet and so sensitive that you slide inside with barely a hint of pain, easing in up to the first knuckle.

"Ohhh god," he groans, feeling mindless, feeling weightless. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."

"What should I—"

"More," he nearly begs. "I want you inside."

The word should be embarrassing, but they just aren't. Not in front of you. You get your finger in slowly, inch by inch until your knuckles press up against him and he's clenching the sheets with his free hands.

He almost convulses when your finger curls up like it's searching for something; it presses against a spongey spot inside him and he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, and he hears you swear to yourself as you start moving in and out.

"Nngh, oh—hah..."

Oh he's gonna die. Your fingers are inside him. He's gonna fuckin' die—

One turns to two turns to three, your thumb rolling constant circles over his clit, sometimes catching so sensitively that he has to bite back whimpers. There's the stretch and the burn but even that is okay, feels good after a few moments. He feels distantly really bad that he's not touching you, but he will after, fucking hell he will after, whatever you want him to, he'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on for making him feel so good right now. All too soon he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach like a band.

"H-hey," he gasps out. "I think I—I'm c-close, so..."

"O-oh," you say, sounding equally breathless. "It's okay."

Your fingers push up into him, curling almost viciously into that spot inside him just as your other hand taps his jaw and guides his face to yours for a kiss. It's barely more than panting against each other's lips as your thumb presses down hard on his clit.

"Fuck, fuck," he cries. "Fuck, you're so fuckin'—so perfect—'m cumming, shit—"

He sobs out as he cums, alight from the inside out, shaking like he's just been hit by lightning. The pressure is so much that he needs an outlet, his finges pressing bruising marks into your hip and thigh, and he turns his head and bites down almost feverishly on your collarbone.

You tap his arm with a yelp, fingers jerking inside him as he starts to come down. He can feel his release dripping down his inner thighs and he lifts his head groggily.

"Shit," he mumbles eloquently, staring at the teeth mark on your skin. He didn't break skin, thank fuck, but he still feels mortified. "Sorry. Oh my god, sorry. That was—that was a total accident, I..."

"Ah, it—it's okay." You swallow hard. "Was that..."

Hajime shakes his head dazedly. "Amazing," he croaks. "Y-you're amazing." He gets the werewithal to roll off you with his shaking limbs so his weight isn't pushing into you anymore.

You let out a long, slow breath. "Was pretty amazing for me too."

Hajime glances at you with a trickle of amusememt. "Not yet it wasn't."

Your brow scrunches in confusion—but realisation dawns when you feel his hand slide up your thigh. In his eyes is a question, one that you nod hastily to. Hajime grins weakly.

"Good," he breathes. "As soon as I get my breath back, it's your turn." And it sounds like the sweetest thing ever when he adds, a moment later with a twist of that characteristic cockiness that leaps out at the most inopportune of moments: "I can't wait to see how pretty you're gonna look when I make you cum."

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When Kamukura doesn't do his due diligence of fucking you himself, you take matters into your own hands– by humping his foot.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, cold!kamukura, slight dom/sub undertones, dubcon, heel humping, desperation, pleading, implied orgasm, reader uses the tip of his shoe to get off, kamukura's mean and unforgiving, small mention of abuse (reader got dr3 despair arc ep 6 mukuro treatment once or twice).

a/n: god you gave me a sense to write more of my kamukoma fic cuz of this, i absolutely adore writing the complexities of kamukura. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“But, Kamukura…” You tried, the ache between your legs pulsing up your spine and you nearly fell to your knees as he denied you…again.

“I said no.” 

You grabbed a hold of his leg as he walked up the stairs, his long hair cascading down his back as he turned to look at you. His targeted red eyes bore into the back of your skull, you thought as you gave him a pout. “Please, Izu– I’ll be good, I promise.” 

“Y/N.” He was as stoic as ever, not an ounce of remorse seeping through his demeanor as he looked at you, your thighs clasped together as you tried to stop him from going up the stairs. Instead, he dragged you by his ankle up them and into the room. You didn’t dare let go of his leg as he sat down in the plush red chair that sat near the edge of the window curtain. 

“Please fuck me… I’ll do you right, I swear.” You whined out as he crossed his one leg over the other and you couldn’t help but sit on the one that was level to the floor. You knew if he wanted, he could pin you down in an instant, away from him but for some reason he didn’t so much as lift a finger. He ignored you though and you couldn’t help yourself any longer– you needed him, you needed your Ultimate Hope. 

You slid your panties over to the side and pressed your bare cunt to the cold material of his shoe, your senses tingling with ecstasy and a twinge of guilt. It hovered up your spine and you started to grind against it, the tip of his shoe digging into the swell of your clit and you muffled a moan with the back of your hand as slick trailed down the black shine of it. You hoped he didn’t notice, but why would you even think that? Of course, he noticed; the man was nearly a deity in your eyes and in the world of tragic despair– also he could feel your hips rocking against his person, you weren’t very subtle. 

“Getting off on my shoe? How pathetic.” Kamukura said, a slight tease evading his tone but it was mostly snuffed by sheer irritation– honestly you couldn’t tell as you shoved his shoe harder against your cunt with a whimper, trying hard not to touch him besides his foot. Your arms stretched back to accommodate your balance and you thrusted up against his shoe as it came up further, the entire underside of it plastered against your heat now. You peered up at him and he had his arms crossed, with a lean to one side as you pleasured yourself against the heel of his foot. 

His foot covered you whole and all you wanted to do was grab at his ankle and push further into the delicious pleasure that snaked through your veins, but you knew he wouldn’t let you touch him again– not when you’ve already disobeyed him on the staircase. He wasn’t that lenient usually, you’ve gotten thrown against the wall a few times due to your incompetence and it made you quiver against him, the power– his power that he held within his hands ready to dismiss you anytime he wished. Your orgasm approached as you felt a slight pressure from his leg and your eyes snapped open quickly, not even realizing you had slipped them shut.

Was he actually enjoying this…? You glanced up at him with clouded eyes, every nerve bundling up into your orgasm and threatening to burst as his slack eyes stared back at you with usual boredom. 

“K-Kamukura…please.” 

“Go ahead, do what you want.”

[mythicalmyles]

can you do one for nagito please? since he's canonically an adult

Male reader

18+, riding

"Just breathe." Nagito's voice was too calm for this situation, you were sat on his lap with him balls deep inside of you. His cock almost pushed you over the edge, your stomach twisted with every shuffle Nagito made. You appreciated his patience, but it felt like too much. You couldn't even remember how it had happened. Everything seemed like a blur, one moment you were sitting together, the next you were in his lap with his tongue down your throat.

"Ea-easy for you t-to say." You whispered out, shaking in Nagito's hands. He hummed with a smile, thumb's rubbing your hips comfortingly. Your hands were wound into his shirt, gripping desperately to try and ground yourself. "Really pretty." Nagito breathed out, eyes wide as he stared at you.

You almost screamed when he suddenly rolled his hips into you, a choked gasp leaving as you stared at him with your jaw on the floor. You hadn't felt anything that good before. It felt like sparks went off inside of you, and that was all Nagito needed to grasp your hips and bounce you on his cock.

Confliction filled you, part of you wanted to push him away, tell him it was too much but the other part of you never wanted this to end. Nagito listened to ever sound that left your mouth, storing it away for later use in his mind. He wanted to know what other sounds he could draw from you, could he make you scream so loud everyone would know? He wanted to try.

All your senses flew out the window when Nagito began to get rougher, all you could do was grab his shoulders. You threw your head back, loudly moaning and getting higher when Nagito dragged you close, lips attaching to your neck. His teeth scrapped against your skin and you knew you'd be littered with bruises.

You felt hot, like you were burning up in the best way as Nagito practically devoured you. You felt useless but when you looked at him, you realised he liked it. He liked the stupid look on your face as drool dripped down fro your lips, coating your neck and sliding into your collarbones. "S-so pretty." He whispered again, before pulling you close and sliding your lips together.

[writingdespair]

Hi hi!! I have a request if you’re up for it :]

Maybe hiyoko with a shy s/o? (Shy in the “quiet/listens rather than speaks” way, not in the “anxious mess (Mikan)” way, if that makes sense ^^)

Tysm if you do this!! Keep being wicked you fell demon <33

Apologies for the wait! I had been struck down with a curse of the fabled blue screen of death. The only remedy to such a curse was to empty the dark depths of my wallet. Fear not, as I have returned from the pits of hell to write once more!

Enjoy, my fallen angel!

-Overlord of Ice, Mod Gundham

Opposites are definitely attracting here. Hiyoko is loud, crude, and excitable. While most would say your calming personality could try and calm her down, it’s actually the opposite. When she’s with you, she gets energetic. She’ll tease you and prod at you to try and get a reaction.

If you’re not the affectionate type, that’s okay. Hiyoko’s clinginess is enough for the two of you. She’s a big fan of jumping on your back no matter what you’re doing. There are times where she’ll tell you to lean down for a kiss, just for her to bop you on the head instead.

In front of others, she’ll love to make fun of you as if you’re the one that hangs off of her. “They may be quiet but they’re actually a total pervert when we’re alone!” None of your classmates really believe her.

You love to listen and Hiyoko loves to talk. She’ll tell you about anything: her dance recitals, badmouthing your classmates, anything that comes to mind. Hiyoko loves to sit in your lap while she gossips. Her hand will be deep in a bag of gummies while she rests against your chest.

While she does tease you, and borderline humiliates you, she’ll put you on a pedestal above your other classmates. In her eyes, you could truly do no wrong. She’s a small yet fierce guard dog. She’ll make sure to uplift you while berating anyone else.

If you ever seem like you have something to say, but can’t speak up over someone else’s voice, she will make sure you’re heard personally. “Hey! Shut your waste of space mouth! Your breath is stinking up the air.” She would cling onto your arm with a big childish smile. “(Name), didn’t you have something to say?”

During the killing game, she’s glued to your hip. Even though she acts big and bad, Hiyoko is scared of both losing her life or yours. Hiyoko practically moves into your cottage. There is no more privacy, you can’t even shower by yourself. If you don’t already know how, you’ll have to learn how to tie her kimono for her.

Hiyoko will vouch for you during trials and investigations. With your keen listening skills, you’re bound to find something out but you might not have the courage to speak up. If you wanted, she’d relay the information to the others. Not for them, but for your skills to be recognized.

Due to your quiet nature, you’re often a main suspect in trials. If Hiyoko was busy on the day of a murder, you might be without an alibi. Worry not, as Hiyoko will be your biggest defender. Hajime is at his wits end as he’s called vulgar names one after another. No one gets a chance to speak as she wails about your innocence.

Even if you were to murder someone, she would always be by your side.

“(Name), you’re the only one that could’ve done it.” A spotlight shines down on you as Hajime speaks. All eyes were on you. Frankly, you didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say while backed into a corner?

Fuyuhiko kissed his teeth, rolling his eyes. “You’re being accused of murder, and you still can’t speak up? How stupid can you be?”

You open your mouth, trying to formulate anything coherent. Before you could say anything, a shrill cry echoed through the trial room.

“Waaaah! You stupid pigshits are picking on them! They would never commit murder!” Hiyoko slams her small fists against the podium. “Why couldn’t you be the victim, Hajime?” 

Ignoring the death threat, Hajime explains his reasoning. “It could only be them. They were the only one on the second island with no alibi.”

“Shut up!” Hiyoko was clenching the wood so tight her knuckles were turning white. “I was with them, dumbass! So how about you kneel down and apologize to them like a good mutt!”

With a point of his finger, Hajime shot down that lie. “No, that’s wrong! Nagito said he saw you at the beach right before the body discovery announcement. You wouldn’t have had time to meet up with them before the time of death.”

Hot tears pooled down her cheeks. Hiyoko knew the truth. She knew you were guilty. She didn’t want to face the truth. You weren’t supposed to leave her side. “You’ll trust that nasty perv to be honest? You’re a fucking idiot-!”

“Hiyoko.” Your quiet voice reached her ears. She looked at you like a deer in headlights, her body shaking. “That’s enough. It’s over.”

“O-over…” Her bottom lip quivers, snot threatening to pool from her nose. “Why are you giving up? Tell them you didn’t kill that stupid whore. Tell them you didn’t do anything wrong, you moron!” 

Walking over to her podium, you take her into your arms. She fights back for a moment, slamming her fists into your chest.

“I’m sorry, Hiyoko.”

“Shut up!” Hit! “Shut up!” Hit. “Shut uh-uuuuppp!” She slumps into you, sobbing her heart out.

[t0rturedangel]

𝟎𝟎𝟎. 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄.

〈  .. 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚 (𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫) 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⠀❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫

⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀❛ 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. ❜ ⠀ ▎▍ 𝗕𝗬 Ⓒ𝐓𝟎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝕽Σ𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝕷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ 𝘐 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘚, 𝘋𝘐𝘋𝘕'���� 𝘐? ❜

♯ ⠀⠀she / they

⠀⠀⠀⠀★⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀⠀ULTIMATE DAREDEVIL reader

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒ㅤ·⠀·⠀·

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀,ㅤㅤ'𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩!'

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊,ㅤㅤ'𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧'

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀,ㅤㅤ'𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫?'

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬ㅤ·⠀·⠀·

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( more about the story under the cut! )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹝001.ㅤ𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆ㅤ·⠀·⠀· ﹞ׅ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ I can't give up on them Makoto,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ they're my friends. ”

=     ִ    002.ㅤSYNOPSIS;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou had promised them that you'd save them no matter what you were put through, and you kept that promise- even when you were on the brink of death because of their hands, even when you were stuck in one cold room for so long time had lost it's function and even when the future foundation had found you, that promise you croaked out when you were bleeding out on that horrid day was still as strong as ever. You will save your friends, even if you need to die in the process.

      =     ִ    003.ㅤOUTFIT;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa long green skirt, it doesn't cling to your legs meaning that it's easier to walk and move around freely- however it also means that your clothes could catch onto something and rip a little easier, but that doesn't matter when you're in a killing game does it? Your shirt is white and sleeveless, exposing your arms and the endless amount of scars you've gained with all of your daredevil activities and other events.... Your neck,arms and ears adored with jewellery, each a small 'reference' to your friends- like the small locket necklace that hangs just below your chocker reminding you of Nekomaru, or the dangling clover earrings that relate to Nagito. Each one of your friends, even Hajime, encased in the silver on your accessories- reminding you of them, reminding you of what you promised them.

      =     ִ    004.ㅤSTATS;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤby the beginning...

〈  MENTAL, ㅤㅤINTELLIGENCE 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5  ﹚

MENTAL STABILITY 𑊩 ﹙ 2/5  ﹚

EMOTIONAL MANAGEMENT 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5  ﹚

AIM 𑊩 ﹙ 5/5  ﹚

EMPATHY 𑊩 ﹙ 4/5  ﹚

RELIABILITY 𑊩 ﹙ 3.5/5  ﹚

LOYALTY 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5  ﹚

〈  PHYSICAL, ㅤㅤLOOKS 𑊩 ﹙ 5/5  ﹚

STRENGTH 𑊩 ﹙ 4/5  ﹚

SPEED 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5  ﹚

AGILITY 𑊩 ﹙ 4/5  ﹚

DESPAIR 𑊩﹙ 0/5  ﹚

HOPE 𑊩 ﹙ 0/5  ﹚

      =     ִ    005.ㅤRELATIONS;

〈  MAKOTO NAEGI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMakoto is hellbent on protecting you and the remnants- 'no matter what' he says. Though, he seems to want to protect you more than the others- even despite your outbursts, why is that?

〈  BYAKUYA TOGAMI (the real one), ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤeven though he finds it stupid, he can't help but respect you- you did manage to survive in the ruins of the world as well as not becoming a remnant of despair. Sometimes he finds himself more interested than needed.

〈  KYOKO KIRIGIRI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKyoko finds herself more interested in you than any other previous member from the 77th class- 'its just to keep them safe' she tells herself but we all know it's just that she's in love.

〈  JUNKO ENOSHIMA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂? ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤJunko is downright obsessed with you- it's just something about your eyes, the way they're not filled to the brim with overwhelming amounts of despair. She wants to see that despair in your eyes- and she'll get that no matter what.

〈  HAJIME HINATA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHajime is a simple reserve course student, though he is unaware of that, he -- in a way -- looks up to you, after all through his eyes you're strong, capable and caring to everyone which is something he admires a lot.

〈  CHIAKI NANAMI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShe knows she's dead, and you know that too, yet you still cant help but cling to this AI- feeling a small sense of comfort from her presence, something she took feels.

〈  NAGITO KOMAEDA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKomaeda believes he is undeserving to be near such an excellent ultimate as yourself- his behaviour turning more and more freaky as the chapters progress- eventually reaching it's peak after chapter four. You're not just as good as all the others. you're THE best.

〈  AKANE OWARI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAkane finds your presence fun to be around, she wants to train with you and Nekomaru all the time- building up your bond and strength!

〈 FUYUHIKO KUZURYU, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe's cold to everyone outside of Peko, yet finds himself to slightly respect you- finding your skills with being kind yet assertive, not to mention your strength, admirable.

〈  GUNDHAM TANAKA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGundham finds you enchanting- you're beautiful and the power you hold almost reaches his (but not exactly- he is the most powerful ever after all, don't forget it) and so he finds himself drawn to you.

〈  HIYOKO SAIONJI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHiyoko is more of a little annoying sister to you rather than a friend- she's constantly belittling you and others yet always ends up apologising to you after. Hell she even calls you 'Big sis [name]'

〈  IBUKI MIODA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI think it's safe to say that Ibuki is head over heals in love with you- she adores your style, voice, strength, kindness and more. Every time you're free trust Ibuki to want to spend time with you!

〈  IZURU KAMUKURA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ?⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIts difficult to understand Izuru and how he feels for you- he doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve. Despite not seeming like it, something about you interests him, subtly invading the back of Hajime's mind to make him spend more time with you. Izuru needs to know what's different about you, he HAS to.

〈  KAZUICHI SODA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDespite his undying love for Sonia, Kazuichi finds himself interested in you too, almost looking up to you as a source of comfort and protection.

〈  MAHIRU KOIZUMI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMahiru enjoys spending time with you- after all you are very photogenic meaning she can always trust you to be the perfect model for her work.

〈  MIKAN TSUMIKI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPoor Mikan clings to you at every chance she gets, after all you're not cruel to her and most times even makes Hiyoko apologies to her: you're too good to her!

〈  NEKOMARU NIDAI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMuch like Akane, Nekomaru adores spending time with you and her- finding a sense of tranquility in training with the two of you, which is his second favourite time of day (can you guess the first?)

〈  PEKO PEKOYAMA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPeko also respects you, finding herself interested in your daredevil activities which involved swords and how you used them. However she does not find herself to be as infatuated with you as others are, she has her eyes set on her young master.

〈  SONIA NEVERMIND, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe princess finds you interesting, she's never met a daredevil before- please tell her everything about your talent- will you also show her some of your tricks? She's just so fascinated by you

〈  TERUTERU HANAMURA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀... ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤno.

〈  ULTIMATE IMPOSTER, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤunfortunately I have to make this one platonic as they are the first victim therefore there is no point in forming a romantic relationship. HOWEVER, the imposter finds your lack of care for safety worrysome yet exciting- someday they'd be honoured to impersonate you!

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ㅤㅤㅤ♯ I will add the necessary warnings on each chapter, if there are no warnings then that means nothing too extreme will happen- however all chapters WILL have swearing and maybe the smallest pinch of violence in them.

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[malereadermaniac]

Danganronpa x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️- Smut 🖤- Angst 🩷- Fluff

Ordered by Game and then by Character

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

🩷 Go to Bed - You post late at night, and Leon swipes up to tell you to sleep

🩷❤️ Mob Husband - Mondo's gang develops into a well known mob, sfw & nsfw headcannons

🩷❤️ Arranged marriage - Your parents kept you and Byakuya close together since you two were young

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

🩷 Hope - Feeding an almost starving Nagito + despair disease bonus

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

🩷❤️ So clean you could eat off me - Kaito has just showered and he suggests something to your liking

🩷❤️ Alt-boy headcannons - mainly Fluff and very few smutty headcannons with Rantaro

[beestriker015]

Mikan x loving and protective male s/o

(Non-killing game AU)

This poor girl has been abused and mistreated basically her whole life, so she was in for a big surprise when she went to Hope’s Peak and met someone who actually treated her with kindness.

“Hello! My name is s/o. Are you new here too?”

“Y-yes I am. M-my name is M-Mikan Tsumiki. I-it’s n-nice to m-meet you.”

The young man is slightly taken aback by her stuttering and timid response, but smiles at her warmly nonetheless.

“Nice to meet you too Mikan. I hope we can become friends.”

“F-friends? With me?”

Mikan mutters to herself and begins shaking a little, much to s/o’s concern.

“H-hey! Are you ok Mikan?!”

“P-please, if you’re going to h-hurt me, just d-do it quickly.”

The girl says in a quiet voice while looking like she’s ready to burst into tears any second now.

“Hurt you? Why would I do that? Calm down Mikan, I have absolutely no intention of hurting you.”

S/o tells her in a voice that makes Mikan relax a little.

“Y-you’re not?”

“No. Why would you think I would?”

She doesn’t answer and just hugs s/o for comfort.

“What has this girl been through to act like this?”

He thinks to himself before comforting the fragile girl, thus kicking off their friendship.

As time passed, s/o and Mikan grew closer and closer, leading to the development of feelings between the two.

Early on in their friendship, Mikan confided in s/o everything she’s been through, much to his shock and horror.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry you had to go through that Mikan!

He wraps his arms around her in a warm embrace, causing her to flinch a bit before relaxing into it.

“I-it’s alright s/o, I deserved to be treated that way.”

S/o breaks their embrace and gives Mikan a slightly stern look, while also being careful not to accidentally scare her.

“No you didn’t. Mikan, no one deserves to be treated the way you were, and as long as I’m around, you will never be treated like that again. I promise.”

“T-thank you s/o.”

Being a man of his word, s/o stayed true to his promise and protected his friend from her bullies (especially Hiyoko).

“Ew! Why is the pig here?!”

Hiyoko exclaims and points at Mikan, who tries stuttering out a response but can’t.

Luckily for her, s/o swoops in and proceeds to defend her.

“I asked her to come here with me. Do you have a problem with that Hiyoko? If not, keep your fat mouth shut and mind your own business.”

Hiyoko quickly runs away wailing as s/o gives Mikan a smile that she absolutely loves.

“God I hate that girl so much. Mahiru should really keep her on a tighter leash.”

“T-thank you for defending me s/o.”

“Of course! I promised you I wouldn’t let people treat you like that anymore didn’t I? I love you Mikan.”

S/o’s eyes widen as he realizes he unintentionally confessed his feelings as Milan’s face turns deep red with a blush.

“Y-you l-love me s/o?”

“Honestly? Yes, I do. Sometime after we became friends, I developed feelings for you that never went away. If you don’t feel the same, we can still be friends like we are now.”

“I d-don’t want to just be friends with you anymore s/o, because I love you too.”

She tells him with a shy smile before giving him a small kiss on the lips, making both of them blush.

As a couple, not much really changed from when they were only friends, except a little more cuddling and saying I love you to each other.

When it comes to giving and receiving attention, Mikan is still a bit reluctant due to her past, which s/o completely understands and respects.

It goes without saying that Mikan is incredibly touch starved despite being so sensitive to physical touch, but when it comes to her boyfriend, she practically turns into a puddle whenever he gives her a hug or some kisses.

(Mikan’s favorite way her boyfriend gives her affection is headpats. She. Loves. Headpats.)

S/o continues to protect and stand up for Mikan, maybe even more now that she is his girlfriend.

Being with s/o has had an immensely positive impact on Mikan as she’s become more assertive and doesn’t stutter like she used to.

“I won’t let you treat me this way anymore Hiyoko, I am tired of you calling me a pig.”

Her newfound self respect catches Hiyoko off guard.

“Y-you didn’t stutter. When did you suddenly grow a spine?! Tired of having your stupid boyfriend stand up for you?”

One thing Mikan absolutely doesn’t tolerate is hearing anyone talk badly of her boyfriend.

“S/o is not stupid! The only stupid one here is you!”

Caught off guard by Mikan yelling at her, Hiyoko runs off with crocodile tears in her eyes.

(If you can’t tell by now, I really do not like Hiyoko.)

Due to her not being overly shy and timid anymore, hardly anyone bullies or mistreats Mikan now, though s/o will still step in to protect her if someone does.

Whenever s/o is sick or needs first aid, his girlfriend the Ultimate Nurse is always ready to take care of him.

“I appreciate you taking care of me babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

His words always make her heart flutter.

“I can say the same thing about you s/o. Now get some rest and I’ll check in on you later. Sweet dreams my beloved.”

Whenever s/o goes to sleep, it isn’t uncommon for him to wake up to find that his girlfriend had snuck into his room and snuggled up next to him in bed.

“This is too adorable. I don’t understand how anyone could be so cruel and horrible to the most precious girl in the whole wide world.”

S/o says to himself quietly as he gazes lovingly at the sleeping form of his girlfriend, who is laying next to him with a content smile on her face.

“It’s a bit early, so I might as well go back to sleep. I love you Mikan, sweet dreams babe.”

He whispers before kissing her gently on the forehead before lying back down beside her.

“Hahhhhhh…I love you too s/o.”

Mikan says in her sleep and unconsciously begins spooning her boyfriend, much to her embarrassment when she wakes up.

Overall, despite the horrible way she’s been treated in the past, Mikan thinks of herself as the happiest and luckiest girl in the world to be in a relationship with her loving and protective boyfriend.

[frickingnerd]

poly relationship with kazuichi & gundham

pairing: kazuichi souda x gn!reader x gundham tanaka

tags: polyamorous relationship, jealousy (kazuichi of gundham) petnames ('babe', 'baby', 'puppy' & 'mouse'), wholesome fluff

it takes kazuichi some time to learn to share you with gundham!

kazuichi is just happy he gets to have you at all, but he would've preferred if you didn't pick gundham of all people to fall in love with!

though over the course of your relationship with the two boys, kazuichi learns to get along with gundham more and the two boys actually become friends, making it easier for kazuichi to share you

kazuichi might've been the one reluctant to befriend gundham at first, but the tables turn when kazuichi suddenly starts to cling to both you AND gundham, making gundham miss his times of quiet and peace when kazuichi still hated him…

gundham is rather calm, compared to kazuichi. sure, both boys can talk quite a lot, but gundham can actually sit still if needed and be quiet

kazuichi on the other hand is always talking and always touching you somehow, whether it's holding hands or having his hands in your pockets!

dates with kazuichi are always exciting! he'll take you on a ride with his motorcycle, blast loud music and talk your ear off!

gundham is much calmer and most dates with him are mundane things like taking care of his pets together, while listening to each other talk

gundham likes to give you pet related pet names like ‘puppy’ or ‘mouse’, while kazuichi prefers cool and classic petnames like ‘baby’ or ‘babe’

kazuichi and gundham are both touchstarved, but only kazuichi seems to be aware of that!

he craves physical contact, so he simply clings to you at all times, his hands always on you

meanwhile, gundham isn't as open about what he wants, but he's relieved whenever kazuichi starts a cuddle session with all three of you!

if you're dating them, you have to cuddle a lot with the two boys, as they never got that love and affection in the past…

[idyllcy]

the devil's tango

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: smut, breeding, eating out

Summary: Kitsune Komaeda fucks you on the temple floor.

They tell you, don't visit the forest while it's dark out.

You? You don't care.

Or... you don't care enough to listen.

It's the quickest way home, and the moon is completely out. It won't be that dangerous. 

The shrine looks heavenly at night, the moon cascading a halo of white on the torii, causing it to look lighter than normal. The wind tickles your skin, causing you to pause and look up. It's a full moon.

Ghosts come out on full moons or something.

A black cat rubs itself on your calf, and you stare down at it.

You pick up your pace and tread through the temple quicker.

The leaves snap under your shoes, and the wind blows a little harder. Arms of green, brown, and red seem to loom over you, grasping you, reaching for you, trying to pry you to them and never see the morning again. The leaves under your feet turn black with the mud leftover from rain, staining the path dark with muck. As if you weren't borderline running already, you run faster.

The temperature was dropping rapidly.

You can't risk it tonight. Not when tomorrow there's another day; Not when your family's at home waiting for you to bring them something. Not when there's some creepy connotation about muddy stones and windy weather. Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you. By the time you do, it's a little late.

"Ah, a human? At the shrine? On a day like this?" The voice is breathy; scratchy, almost.

You whip your head around, horrified at a voice.

It's a fox... wait, no, that's not a fox. That's a Kitsune. A human... kitsune? Wait, this could be a furry. Is he a furry? You don't care actually. He's hot.

The male is pale, and he stares at you, curious as to why you were still out at this hour.

"Do you not know that the full moon brings out demons?"

Upon first notice, his hair is white, the tips blushed red. His ears are the same, white fading into red, and you take note of the seven tails coming out of him. He's in a white kimono, and he almost looks like a female had it not been for his voice. He's pretty. Like really pretty. In fact, he's so pretty that the only thing you can think about is how pretty he is. How is this random fox-looking guy in a shrine so gorgeous? What the hell? How dare he? Ah, was he a Kitsune?

"I haven't gone weary from exhaustion, have I?" You squint at the male.

"No," He smiles. "You haven't."

"Right," you smile. "I'm trying to get home through the temple. There's a shortcut here."

"I see," The male's ears perk at the information. "Shall I walk you home? It's dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be alone."

"How do I know you're not the same as them?" You raise a brow and keep walking.

"Well," He follows you. "If you didn't let trash like me help, you'd end up devoured."

"By the demons?"

"By the demons," He walks next to you, and you take a look at him again. He's fucking gorgeous.

He stares back at you, unsure about what to feel. "I'm so sorry... having to have someone as awful as me lead you to the exit... how horrible that must be..."

"Huh? Trash?" You raise a brow at the male. "You?"

"Yes... there are so many better kitsunes to help..."

It's strange. You had thought Kitsunes were confident people. Well, it's not like it matters. You glance at him, blinking in curiosity. You wonder why he lacks so much confidence in himself. He's among the prettier Kitsunes met by people, yet at some point, you wonder why he's like this. You think he's cute.

"Um... if it helps, I'm glad you're the one helping me," You smile at him shyly.

He stares at you, eyes wide in fascination. "Ah... wow... thank you! You know, it's incredible that someone as plain as you could even thank me, but thank you! You seem like a nice darling. What are you doing out here again? What if someone jumps you?"

You scratch your cheek. "That won't happen."

"And you're so sure because?" Komaeda glances at the forest.

"The village is kind," you smile. "Thank you for escorting me, kitsune."

Komaeda smiles at you. "I do hope I get to see you again some day."

"We'll see," you rush back into your estate, calling for your family. You brought them dinner.

The village snakes catch wind of you out with a man at night. How scandalous! How vile. Whoring around before you even got married or engaged? Who did you think you were? How disgusting. A demon especially? You weren't walking around with any other man; you were walking around with the devil! The village spreads the news quickly, and even your parents start to shun you. Ah. How cruel.

You stay home, shunned by everyone alike. You wonder what you did. Maybe you shouldn't have asked for the fox's help. Was it your fault for that? You wonder yourself. Well, it's not like you'd ever have the chance to find out. Your parents would probably wed you off to a nearby village since you were caught escorted by a demon.

The news trickles in slowly at first.

There's been a murder in the village.

You aren't part of it, so you sit back in your room and have dinner alone.

Then, a second.

A third.

A fourth.

It's a serial murder case.

The village curses and yells at each other, screaming about how someone of their own blood could betray them. The hostility that swirls around each villager's family at the sight of another is enough to make your stomach lurch with disgust. You suppose it was sooner or later that the village would create its downfall. You just hope you don't end up in the house if anyone tries to burn you alive.

You wonder what's going on when the entire village goes silent after a meeting.

"They're telling us to quarantine," Your older sister tells you, sliding you your lunch. "So that the murderer can't get to us."

"Mm," You mumble weakly. "Will I be let out in our yard?"

"Kaa-san and tou-san said no," She sighs. "Eat well."

"Thank you."

The murderer can enter houses apparently. First, the local farmer's house dies in a massacre. The village screams and cries when the food supply is cut off. Then, the local woodsman dies. You stopped caring after the sixth family died. The village is terrified for their life. There's something about how they're convinced it's your fault or something. You've been locked in your room, but the spirits are looking to devour you or such. You think it's hysterical, but to the paranoid villagers, it isn't so much so.

Then, the local priest receives an oracle from the heavens... or something like that. You're not sure. You're being dragged and pulled around to bathe and get ready for something. No one's telling you anything. You sit there in silence as they dress you, the clothes feeling heavy after months of wearing rags.

"Am I being sacrificed?" You stare at your mother, and she turns to the side. "I'll take that as a yes."

Your sister places her necklace on you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. You're not sure how to feel anymore. You suppose that the detachment of living alone and having meals sent to you has detached you from your family. Would you be saved? You wonder how that spirit was doing. Perhaps you'd get saved. What pointless thoughts.

The villagers parade you down the road in your wedding kimono. You don't look at anyone, but stare at the woods instead. You wonder if you could make a run for it. Probably not. You haven't left your room in months. It'd be impossible to outrun people who were working in the fields every day.

The stop is the same temple you passed that night.

You stare at the red of the torii, and you stand in the center of the temple. The village throws flowers around the space, and you sit down on the floor. 

Day turns to night, and the sun sets to rest. The village leaves at sunset.

The moon rises to start its night.

It's cold in the temple. 

It's another full moon again.

You wonder if the demons will really eat you this time.

You hear leaves rustle behind you, and you stare at the animal. It's a fox.

"Hey," You susurrate at the fox. The animal steps over and rubs against you. You hum gently, petting it.

"It's just the two of us, huh?" You rub its fur, the fox chirping happily. "I wonder what I did wrong."

"Nothing, really," The fox on your lap glows, and the weight changes. You lean back, shielding your eyes, and you stare at the male leaning forward. "Humans are selfish creatures just as we are vengeful ones."

You blink at the male. "You're... the kitsune I met that day."

"Yep," He grins. "Oh, for your information, the oracle wasn't wrong. I just need... some way to remove the curse from you and then you'll be fine. Really only spirits and demons can do that."

You blink at him. "I'm cursed?"

"You know the black cat on the first day?" Komaeda's tail tickles your wrist.

"Mm?"

"Demon," He rubs himself against you. "I really only wanted to escort you back but... you're really pretty."

Komaeda rests his ear on your chest, and he purrs. You lift a hand to pet his hair, and he hums happily.

"And how do I get rid of the curse?"

"Ah..." Komaeda's cheeks burn red. "Um... blessings."

"Huh?"

Komaeda blinks innocently at you, hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers dance up to your stomach, and he presses gently. You blink at him curiously, and he lowers his mouth to your shoulder. Sliding the fabric off gently, he whispers again. "Blessings." And he bites on your shoulder.

You yelp, squirming from the way his canines dug into your skin.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles against your skin. "You have to have a spirit as awful as me break your curse but... I just can't help but..."

"H-huh?" You feel your back pressed to the temple floor. And Komaeda cages you in with his arms.

"F-forgive me for... violating you like this," Komaeda whimpers, sliding his hand up your chest. Pulling at the fabric roughly, the wedding kimono is ripped, not without a weak apology from the kitsune. You're not even sure what his name is, but as he presses his lips to yours, your mind spaces out. Your lips part for his tongue almost naturally, and he kisses you feverishly. He grips your shoulders, licking at you.

Your eyes glaze over, and Komaeda's lips trickle down your face to your chest. 

"N-name," You gasp as he pinches your nipple. 

"Hm?" He peeks at you, eyes wide with interest.

"Y-your name," You whimper as a tail tickles you.

"Nagito," He blows on your ear. "Hm? Darling?"

Your lips part as he moves back to your chest, twisting and sucking at your nipples. The skin turns red from his pinching, and he bites curiously at the nubs. You make such pretty noises when he does. He peeks down at you curiously, taking in the sounds that slip past your lips. He's lost count of how many sacrifices he's taken and killed on the spot, yet you make him want to keep you alive. Maybe he'd actually take a sacrifice back home for once. It wouldn't hurt.

He presses a hand to your stomach, and the other pries your legs open. 

"To think they went so far this time..." He mumbles, sliding a finger into you. He stares at the liquid that trickles out, and he smiles cheekily. They seem to get better every time.

You shift from the new feeling, and Komaeda blinks as he moves his finger. Wow. You're really wet.

He slides a second finger in and hums in amusement as you try to move your legs. There's a thin sheen of sweat on your body, and Komaeda lowers his mouth to his fingers, curious about how you'll taste. 

"N-NO!" You yelp, trying to push his head away. "Th-that's dirty!"

Komaeda ignores you taking out his finger to hold your wrists to your stomach. He lowers his mouth and licks. You squeak and try to kick him away, but he just presses his tongue into you instead. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he looks up at you, half curious to see what you looked like.

You look heavenly. 

Komaeda stares at your lips parted and head thrown back. His ears flutter amusedly, and he starts sucking. He uses his free hand to keep your legs apart, and he hums. The vibrations shoot up your core, and you gasp. You struggle against his hold, and Komaeda continues eating you out. Ah, you taste so much better than the previous sacrifices. He's almost glad he got you caught on purpose. Well, not that he would tell you.

You struggle against his grip even harder, and he feels you tighten around his tongue. He moves his hand from your thigh to help his tongue, and you strain against him, whimpering and crying. It feels weird. You feel weird. Komaeda ignores your whines, and he speeds up instead. Your kicking eventually turns to thrashing, and with a final thrust of his fingers, you come undone on his face. 

Your cum soaks him, and his ears flick to get the fluid off while he licks to clean you up a little. He tests you out with his fingers, and he grimaces. You're not stretched well enough. Before you can register what's going on, Komaeda's eating you out again. This time, he cares not for your comfort, but he's trying to get you as wet as possible. You cry and shake, pawing at his head to try and get him off of you because you're sensitive from the last orgasm, but he pays your ministrations no mind. 

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first. Your legs tighten around his head, and you cry from how hard it hits you. Your cum squirts all over his face. The bottom of his ears are drenched, and he gets back to licking you clean. He's a little gentler this time, making sure you're somewhat clean.

He finally detaches himself from you, and he stares at the strand of fluid that connects his lips to you.

"Ready for the actual curse-breaking now?" He smiles cheekily, almost mockingly.

"H-huh?"

"That was to make sure," Komaeda licks his lips, pulling you to his chest, finally letting you sit up. "That you'd be able to fit..." He tugs the bottom of his kimono apart. "This." Your eyes widen at his cock.

"That won't fit," You whine as he lifts you gently and hushes you.

"It will if you stop squirming," He bites on your shoulder and spreads your hole, slamming you down. You choke on a broken moan, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Komaeda licks the wound on your shoulder. "See?"

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Komaeda purrs in your ear. Your mind is somewhere else as you sit in his lap. Komaeda laps at your neck while he waits for you to adjust. You hear him ramble about how pretty you are between the licks, and you sigh in exhaustion. The tears on your cheeks are dry at this point. Komaeda's ears twitch at the sigh, and he presses a kiss under your eyes.

"Can I move?"

"Is this really going to break the curse?" You exhale sharply as he thrusts into you. You yelp.

"It's never not worked," He hums. "Humans are cruel, you know?"

You whimper as he bounces you on his lap.

"When I heard the priest," He presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes like you. "I thought your family would surely resist. They didn't, and they sent you here instead. Now you're my bride."

Your grip on his shoulders loosens a little, and Komaeda hums gently, pressing a hand to your stomach.

"See? I can feel myself thrusting into you," He hums. "I'm so glad trash like me received someone as angelic as you for my bride. You're going to look lovely living with me." He babbles, and you pant as he continues bouncing you. You can feel another orgasm coming. Clawing at his chest gently, Komaeda presses a kiss to your neck. 

"Cum for me, angel," He slams you down harshly, and you arch. Your lips part, and Komaeda stares at you come undone on him. His pupils dilate, and he stares at the cum seep out of you. Ah. He had cum as well. A ring of white forms at the base of his cock, and he glances at your tired form. He wants more.

Without warning, Komaeda pushes you back onto the ground. Your eyes widen, and you yelp, but Komaeda makes no motion to stop. You feel him grow hard in you again, and he thrusts back into you. The tile scratches against your back, creating marks over you, and you cry as Komaeda bites down on the nape of your neck. You hear something briefly about how that way the others would know you're his, but you're too fucked out to pay attention.

Komaeda breeds you like he has no tomorrow. His thrusts are sharp, bumping your cervix, desperate to make sure that you're full, filled, guaranteed to have his pretty little pups. The idea of you all pretty and round with his kits, his kits. Komaeda hikes your leg further up his shoulder, pressing your knees to your chest to make sure his cum stays. He's never been one to hope for good luck but fuck; the things he would do to see you running around with you two's kits had him weak.

"N-Nagi," You gasp, whimpering at how rough he was. "'s too much."

"You can take it." He hisses, nestling his cock deeper into you. "You've lasted until now; you can take another one."

You sob as Komaeda peppers kisses over your face and chest. His claws dig into your waist, forcing you impossibly closer to him. The tears streaming down your face are replaced with a set of new ones, and Komaeda whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You got this. You're his good girl, aren't you? His sweet little angel? His pretty little thing.

His tail fans around you, and all you can see is the white of his tail and the pink at the tips. He's really pretty. His tails are really pretty. You brush your finger against it gently, and Komaeda moans. Ah. He sounds really pretty. You whimper as he thrusts into you particularly sharply. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and you cum again. His kimono is wet beyond repair by now.

He hisses as he fills you up again. The white fills you up, painting your walls and forming a new ring at the base of his cock. Komaeda licks his lips at the white and nibbles on your earlobe. You heave, breathing heavily, and he licks up your cheek to taste your tears.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders with what little strength you have, and he lets your leg down from his shoulder. For a moment, you think he's going to let you breathe. He doesn't. Instead, he sits up, forcing you up with him, keeping you plugged. "Last one, I promise."

You don't even have the strength to argue against him now.

His thrusts start slow, his cum trickling out of you, making a mess of the temple floor. You let out a broken moan, and he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I'll fill you up again, I promise," Komaeda pants. "I'll make sure that you're bred and full by the end of tonight. Ah, I can't wait to see what kind of hope the two of us create. I'd be thrilled if they took after you. They'd look so pretty if they looked like you."

You tighten your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your back instinctively. He lifts you from the ground as he continues thrusting. The fur on his tail wraps you protectively, and it's soft. "hah..., I love you so much, angel. You were so kind to me when I helped you out. You didn't complain when the village threw you out to me... You deserve the world... I'll give it to you if you ask. I'll even turn you into a spirit if you want. Anything for you... you're so... dazzling... darling... angel... hah..."

Weakly, you cum on Komaeda again, and you feel his cum fill you up again. You blink tiredly as he licks at you, and your eyes close. Softly, you hear Komaeda tell you to rest.

The morning sun kisses you awake gently, and you wake up to the soft fur of the kitsune wrapped around you. You blink awake slowly, and Komaeda grins down at you.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Where... am I?"

"My residence," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead before pushing back. "Ah, I'm sorry. I should've asked for permission. Trash like me really doesn't deserve to be touching someone like you so lightly-"

"No," You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. "Good morning, Nagito."

His eyes widen, and a dazzling smile makes it onto his face. Komaeda wraps his arms around your waist and presses a hand to your stomach. He looks fondly at you, and you sigh.

"I love you a lot," Komaeda hums. "Angel."

"I know," You hum back. "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything for you."

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IM SO SCARED TO REQUEST LMAO BUT COULD YOU DO LIKE A MIKAN TSUMIKI WITH A S/O THATS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF HER PERSONALITY FLUFF PLZ :DDD

(SORRY THAT REQUESTS ARE SLOW!!! But im getting to them dw!!!)

Opposites attract

•So Since mikan is more timid your mire BOLD and she was a little scared towards you first, but when she warmed up to you, shes like a teddy bear or a koala:3

•If sues to shy to say something you speak up and say it for her, making her smile, sticking to your side as much as she can

•I do feel like Mikan over thinks so you always stick to your idea and you also try to make mikan have her own opinions as well

•When you two cuddle she did have to get used to it, so maybe you guys interlock pinkies, or legs to take it slow and to not rush either of you

•When she does get used to PDA then shes like a koala, not wanting to let go, or you carrying her everywhere ( not like you mind)

•She gives you small pecks on the nose or cheeks when she passes by you, in the house or maybe just taking a walk

•She likes to be spooned, she likes being held in your arms or you two having no your limbs tangled between on another and not letting go