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Hey Sparky! I love reading the ways Hajime brutally fucks Fuyuhiko’s tight round freckled ass with his big throbbing cock, which is always waiting to spring free

- S.R

Hey, thanks! That's my favorite part, too!

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You are literally writing the lore to my Pekozono au lmao

Well then, I hope I'm doing it justice 😂

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I'm not even old and I feel like Sonia using slang. I typically speak w/ fancier words in my sentences (I read Shakespeare and listen to music from the 30's, so you can imagine what I act like). So whenever my peers are like "sigma!" And "That's do skibidi" I genuinely feel like im 40 years older than I actually am... lol

Relatable. 😔

It doesn't help that I was literally raised by old people lol. I've had my HUSBAND not recognize phrases I use because of how outdated they are.

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This is an accurate representation of being online in your thirties lmao

The older you get the funnier anon hate gets. Like I do not have time for this I have to figure out what a 1099-K form is.

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I will continue sending you nonsense

same chihiro, same

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Tbh you should write another Peko x Sayaka mini, that last one was so good

Another really ancient ask, but I have finally created more Pekozono!

This takes place right after the last one.

“This part is really good! Listen!” Sayaka said excitedly before motioning for Peko to be silent. The song that was playing reached a crescendo, and Peko had to admit that the melody really was lovely.

The two girls had returned to Sayaka’s dorm a couple of hours ago and the pop star had been playing music the whole time. After every song she would gush about how amazing it was before immediately putting in another, usually completely different, song. It was kind of cute to see.

Peko was surprised by how much she was enjoying herself. She had never really taken the time to just sit and listen to music, and she was beginning to wish she had. At the same time, though, she was a little glad that she hadn't, since it gave her an excuse to be here with Sayaka.

The pop idol’s taste in music was surprisingly vast. She played some sugary pop music like Peko expected, but then she followed it up with some hard rock. Her playlist had several genres all mixed together, giving the swordswoman a taste of many different varieties of music.

As the chorus of the current song kicked back up, Sayaka smiled broadly at Peko. “Amazing, right?”

Peko couldn't help but nod, caught up in the other girl's enthusiasm. “Yes, it sounds very nice.”

Sayaka giggled. “I'm glad you think so.” She scooted closer to Peko on the edge of the bed, holding her phone out so she could see the name of the song. She rattled off a couple of facts about the band before pausing, looking up at Peko curiously. “Um… are you having fun?”

The silver-haired girl glanced at her in surprise. “Of course. I'm having a good time.”

“Really?” Sayaka asked, seeming relieved. “Sorry, it's just a little hard to tell with you.”

Ah. So that's what had her worried. Not for the first time, Peko cursed her lack of expression. “I'm sorry. I am often told that my face is… hard to read.”

Sayaka quickly shook her head. “Oh, no! I hope I didn't come across as rude…”

“You're fine,” Peko assured her. “As I said, I hear it often.” She could practically hear Fuyuhiko and Natsumi's voices telling her to smile more, in very different tones.

The pop star’s smile fell, which Peko didn't like at all. “That's ridiculous, you should only smile when you want to.”

The swordswoman was a bit startled. “Th-Thank you, but how did you…?”

“I told you,” Sayaka replied, her smile returning full-force, “I'm psychic!” She giggled before adding, “Just kidding, just kidding!”

Something told Peko that she wasn't actually kidding, but she decided not to press the issue. She would much rather just appreciate the way Sayaka looked when she smiled.

Peko caught herself. Why did she like looking at the other girl so much? They had only known each other for a couple of hours at this point. Admittedly, Sayaka was a very beautiful girl, but that sort of thing had never really mattered to Peko before, so why now?

And why was Sayaka looking at her so strangely?

The pop star cleared her throat before turning back to her phone screen. “Do you have time for another song?”

Peko glanced at the clock. As much as she wanted to stay longer, she was also itching to check in with Fuyuhiko. He didn't need her to protect him, she knew, but she would still never forgive herself if something happened while she wasn't there.

Still, looking back at Sayaka really made it tempting to stay. “Perhaps one more song.”

Sayaka smiled warmly. “Okay! What should we listen to?” She scrolled through her playlist, contemplating her options.

A thought occurred to Peko. “You know, all this time, I don't believe you've shown me any of your songs.”

The idol looked up at her in surprise. “O-Oh… I haven't?” She turned away again, suddenly seeming very shy. “I didn't think you'd want to hear those…”

Peko furrowed her brow. “Why wouldn't I?”

Shrugging, Sayaka started twirling a lock of hair around her finger. A blush crawled up her neck, and somehow she looked even lovelier with flushed cheeks. “I don't know. It just feels kinda embarrassing, okay?”

The silver-haired girl still didn't understand. “Aren't you the Ultimate Pop Sensation? Surely you don't get stage fright?”

“No, of course not,” Sayaka replied. “But this is totally different. You're… right here. And I care about what you think.” She fidgeted slightly.

Peko felt her stomach do a little flip. “Why would you care what I think?”

The blue-haired girl groaned. “Oh my god, I'll just put one on.” She focused on her phone screen, finding her idol group's page and scrolling through her own song catalog. Finally, she settled on a song and nervously pressed play.

As the melody played, Peko found herself caught up in the energy of it. The song was cute and bouncy, and she honestly liked it a lot more than she expected to. The vocals began and Peko was immediately in awe of Sayaka's singing. The idol had a lovely voice when speaking, but when she sang, it was beautiful.

“Oh,” Sayaka said breathlessly, and Peko turned to her in confusion. The pop star was watching her with a pleased expression, cheeks flushed. “I knew you would look even prettier when you smiled. I was right.”

Peko was startled to realize that she was smiling, and even more surprised by Sayaka's compliment. She felt her face getting hot and she turned her gaze downward, embarrassed. “Oh… Th-Thank… Thank you.” She glanced at the pop idol bashfully. “Your singing is amazing.”

Sayaka giggled, looking away. “Thank you! For some reason, that makes me really happy.”

They sat in silence for the rest of the song, both blushing awkwardly. When the music finally ended, Sayaka set her phone aside and folded her hands in her lap.

Peko took a deep breath before climbing to her feet. “I should probably be on my way. But thank you,” she told Sayaka earnestly, feeling another smile tugging at her lips. “This was… fun. It was nice to do something fun for once.”

The blue-haired girl wasn't entirely sure what to do with that statement, but she also stood up. She smiled cheerfully at Peko. “This was so much fun! Next time I'll play even more songs for you.”

“Next time?” the swordswoman asked, looking at her curiously.

Sayaka flushed, but her smile remained. “Yeah! We can hang out again, right? I'd really like it if we could.”

Peko hesitated for a moment, considering. This was honestly the most fun she had had in ages, and she really did want to see Sayaka again. A quick glance at her phone told her that Fuyuhiko hadn't tried to call her at all (unsurprising), so maybe it was alright for her to take time for herself more often.

“I'd like that, too,” she admitted quietly.

Beaming, Sayaka plucked Peko's phone out of her hands and quickly added herself to her contacts. “There. Now you can call me whenever you want to ‘take time for yourself.’”

Peko chose not to comment on Sayaka's very specific phrasing, knowing the pop star would just turn it into another “joke” about being psychic. Instead, she sent the other girl a brief text, feeling relieved when she heard her phone chime. “Now you have my number as well.”

Sayaka walked her to the door, but both of them hesitated there. “Thank you again for saving me earlier,” the blue-haired girl said quietly.

Shaking her head, Peko adjusted her sword on her back. “It was nothing. I was happy to help. And besides,” she attempted to smile again, hoping it didn't look frightening, “you already thanked me.”

The idol gave her a shy smile. “I guess we're even,” she joked. As Peko stepped out into the hallway, Sayaka continued. “Next time we should hang out in your room.”

Something about the idea of having Sayaka in her room made Peko's stomach flutter, but she nodded. “Sure. That would be nice.”

The two of them said their goodbyes and finally parted ways. As she began walking back to her own dorm, Peko contemplated the warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest. It was nice, but she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it.

When she was in her room, she sat down on the bed and took out her phone, needing to clarify something.

>Young Master.

>dont fuckin call me that

>what is it

>Apologies.

>I wanted to ask you something.

>About your feelings for Hajime.

>gross what???

>why the hell are you asking about that

>Please, just humor me.

>When you first realized you were interested in Hajime, what did it feel like?

>the fuck kinda question is that

>ugh sorry

>i guess it felt kinda warm and fuzzy

>and like i wanted to see his stupid face all the time

>idk

>you better not tell him i said that

Peko blushed as she looked at the texts. So, that's what that feeling had been. How unexpected.

>Thank you, Young Master.

>PEKO COME ON

>Sorry. Fuyuhiko.

>jesus

>you got a crush on somebody or somethin

>...Perhaps.

>no shit??

>hang on im coming over

Peko almost wanted to laugh. It wasn't often that Fuyuhiko sought her out, and even more rarely was it just to talk about nothing.

She definitely needed to take time for herself more often.

Hopefully that turned out as cute as I think? Lmao

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blows my mind that i have little online friends who mildly care about me. it’s really nice

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FNF artstyle seems to help me with artblock 💀

Danganronpa x FNF ‼️

Part 1: Akane Owari, Chiaki Nanami, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Gundham Tanaka <33

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small bird was VERY offended that I picked him up off the sidewalk like a potato chip. don't fall asleep on the sidewalk then

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What's funny is that the height in the actual vine is Fuyuhiko's exactly

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The older I get, the more I relate to Sonia using incredibly stilted slang terms.

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i need to know it’s not just me who would need to leave the country if my google drive was leeked

bc god the amount of cringe in there would get me sent to the gallows

Oh, no, I would die on the spot lmfao

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hey baron its the oc guy! I love ur ocs! Blaise is soooo cuuute! U should use ur ocs againnn! The driver one could be kuzuhinas driver!

Btww that baker one looks SO much like Takashi lmaoo

Thank you! I want to use them more! I'd make Mitsuki their driver, but then Carl would be out of a job lmao

And I don't know who Takashi is. Should I?? >_>

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Uh oh! Look who got the au yap session again

Ft kazuichi

Au where soudam yes them where kazuichi gets stuck in another timeline by some guy named a time traveler and literally fuyuhiko's dobbleganger but we will talk about that another time so then Gundam tries to save him,in the au kazuichi gets stuck in a universe where he has light pink hair that got shorten and his jumpsuit is gone the reason being was that he was trying to cope with falling out of love with Sonia and he cut his hair while doing so what else kazuichi had a magical book that saves him from his fears,other characters looks got changed in the alternative universe as Gundam tried searching for kazuichi he meets different people who was different from the original universe the two meet up again but kazuichi doesn't want to leave because it's more peaceful here

Next is another one where natsukazu yay?(Yay!) Where kazuichi is a valentine shop worker and natsumi is a usually customer natsumi wants to make kazuichi her Valentine but he traveled to different cities to deliver so what did she do? Chase after him

(kuzuhina is indeed present in the two au if you even care)

Interesting ideas! Have you considered writing full fanfics for these AUs?

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Haha omg imagine fuyuhiko profusely refusing to go to a pool party. Not because he can't swim or gets a sunburn too easily. It's because of all of the hickies and hand imprints on him from Hajime lol

Another glimpse into how long these asks have been sitting in my inbox~

Anyway, here is a short drabble!

It was a beautiful summer day. It was sunny and warm, the perfect day for a pool party. That was Sonia's mindset when she had invited all of her classmates (and Hajime, of course) over to her summer estate to enjoy the pool. Everyone has been thrilled to go.

…Well, almost everyone.

Fuyuhiko flat out refused to go. He claimed that he hated swimming, and pool parties in particular. He had shut Sonia down so completely that she immediately became suspicious.

She had approached Hajime, hoping that he might have some insight into his boyfriend's behavior, but he hadn't been much help.

“If he says he hates swimming, that's probably all it is, right?” Hajime responded with a shrug.

Sonia frowned at him. “Perhaps. But the way he responded was ‘low-key’ very suspicious. I just want to make sure there isn't anything wrong.”

The brunette smiled earnestly. “Thanks, Sonia. I'm sure he appreciates your concern. I'm pretty sure he's fine, but I'll talk to him if that'll make you feel better.”

“Yes, please,” the princess answered, returning his smile.

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Fuyuhiko had, of course, looked at Hajime like he was an idiot when he asked. “You know why I can't go to the pool party, dumbass!”

But Hajime just felt confused. “No, I don't. Can you not swim?”

The blonde's already-flushed face got darker. “Of course I can fuckin' swim!”

“Then… are you worried about a sunburn?” Hajime tried.

“Oh my fuckin'... Here!” Fuyuhiko ignored his own embarrassment, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. He tugged the fabric down enough to show the skin where neck met shoulder… and the dark purple bite mark adorning it.

Suddenly it clicked. “Oh,” Hajime replied intelligently.

“Yeah, ‘oh,’ you idiot,” his boyfriend grumbled.

Hajime really should've known the reason, given that it was largely his fault. Underneath his clothes, Fuyuhiko was absolutely covered in marks. Hickies and bite marks on his shoulders, collar bone, chest, and thighs. Handprints on his hips. Bruises on his knees.

The taller boy blushed a dark red, thinking about it. He absolutely loved his boyfriend's body, and he loved leaving marks. He loved having a visual reminder that Fuyuhiko was his. He could honestly stare at the blonde's marked-up body for hours, remembering how he left each bruise and planning where to leave more.

But obviously Fuyuhiko didn't want anyone else to see those marks. That made sense. Hajime didn't want anyone to see them, either (although there was something exciting about the idea).

“S-Sorry,” Hajime finally apologized. “I didn't even think about it.”

Fuyuhiko snorted. “Of course you didn't. But now you get it, right? I can't go to a fuckin' pool party with all our friends.” He grimaced just thinking about the others seeing the myriad of bruises under his clothes.

The brunette nodded along. “Yeah, that makes sense. I'll tell Sonia you definitely aren't going.”

“You mean you're gonna tell her that neither of us is going,” the yakuza heir corrected pointedly.

Hajime furrowed his brow. “What? Why can't I go?”

Fuyuhiko laughed, smirking at his boyfriend. “You dumbass, you have no idea what your back looks like, do you?”

Frowning, Hajime walked into the bathroom and stripped off his shirt. He turned his back to the mirror and craned his neck to see over his shoulder.

There, running down his back, were dozens of scratch marks in various stages of healing. He blushed again as memories of his boyfriend clawing desperately at his back popped into his mind.

“How long have these been here?” Hajime asked incredulously.

Fuyuhiko shrugged as he followed him into the bathroom. “I don't know, how long have we been fucking?”

The taller boy looked at him, aghast. “They've been there the whole time?!” He really didn't want to think about how many times he had changed in the school locker room with his back clearly exposed for anyone to see.

His boyfriend just rolled his eyes. “Anyway, you probably shouldn't go to the party either, huh?”

Hajime begrudgingly agreed, glancing at the reflection of his back again. “Okay… I'll tell Sonia.”

“You can't tell her the real reason, though,” Fuyuhiko warned. “That broad can't keep a secret.”

Choosing not to comment on his boyfriend calling a literal princess a “broad,” Hajime sighed. “Man, I really wanted to go swimming with everyone.”

Fuyuhiko stepped closer, slowly trailing his fingers up Hajime's chest and over his shoulder. “Well, what would you rather do, miss the pool party or stop covering me in marks?”

…Hajime supposed he could live without a pool party.

Sorry for hanging onto this for so long, anon! And to everyone else whose asks I still have!