#five- hajime/five

[dizzybizz]

some haikyuus

[egophiliac]

how are u on gavv so far? because i need to scream about how insane it has been (and that zakuzakuchips and fuwamallow have won special places in my heart)

can't believe his mom got flavor-blasted to death. 😔 RIP.

[kiwibongos]

what if like. All of them. were awakened. you know

[nanamiskentos]

Begging you to write something for Kashimo you're the only writer I've seen that actively writes for him please i will literally suck you off (pretend I just didn't type that, i'm just desperate for fine shyt)

I CAN DO A LOT WITH FIFTEEN MINUTES ❛ hajime kashimo won't ever admit defeat, even if there's a time constraint. he just has to make you finish ❜

cw — afab!reader, MDNI, marking, édging, kashimo doesn't fw gojo, thigh ríding, inappropriate jujutsu usage, gojo cameo, fíngéring

"i kinda' ship them, wouldn't you agree?" you're snapping your glossy mouth, gently gnawing on your lower lip. straddled over a toned, muscular thigh, with your back pressed against a washboard, deliciously carved abdomen, "hakari and kirara, right?"

you hear a clever tongue click absent-mindedly behind the soft shell of your ear, "i do not understand this, i may find them . . insufferable, but are they not friends of yours?" you can hear the strained confusion colouring kashimo's voice, that, and the impatience as he's hissing and sucking a quick draw of breath between teeth as you lean back into him just a little bit more, "why would you send them off on a boat?"

ah, sometimes it's easy to forget that the sharp-tongued, bratty, teal-haired sorcerer ( who spends his days attempting to pick fights with anyone who looks at him 'funny' ) is yet to fully swap out his birth-tongue medieval vernacular for something a bit more up to date.

"it means that i think they'd look cute together, 'jime," you sigh, hearing kashimo sigh, loud and heavy, before opting to bury his face into the crook of your neck. if only to nip at the soft flesh there, awaiting the blooming petals of the pink and violet bruises he so loves to see there.

"that's nice, little dove," kashimo murmurs, and you can tell that he's doing his best to indulge your gossip and conversation, but the thick curve that's straining against the loose drape of his martial pants is making it quite difficult for him to focus, "but we do not have long before everyone is scheduled to meet here. and the last thing i wish for is that irritating, white-haired upstart to kick up a fuss."

"who?" you frown, a soft whine slipping from your lips as kashimo's strong hands find a firm grip on your waist, gently beginning to move you back and forth in a slow rocking motion, "gojo?"

"if i do not like someone, i will not indulge them by speaking their name."

sighhh, frankly what gojo thinks is the last thing on your mind right now. . . for all you can truly think about is the gentle, cloying strands of slick that must be pooling now in your underwear. stimulated by the soft brush of fabric creating an electrifying friction, dampening kashimo's pants with a translucent stain of your arousal.

you're so lost in the addictive sway of your cunt against the contours and muscle of kashimo's thighs, like the subtle pressure of a coiled spring just waiting to break loose, "feels s-so good, 'jime."

a rasp-rough chuckle from kashimo, his hands falling away from your hips and leaving you to rock yourself against his thigh in growing desperation. hands instead curling around your front to slide surreptitiously up your top, breezing past sensitive and pebbled skin to gently cup your breasts, tweaking and flicking, "yeah, yeah? thought so, heh, my fair lady."

but just as you're so, so close to seeing stars shoot across your vision, kashimo bounces his thigh, creating the most delicious jolt that suddenly breaks your rhythm and leaving you to kiss your climax a tearful goodbye, "what the f-fuck, i was gonna' –"

kashimo is so close to you, his face practically glued to the back of your neck that you can feel the flutter of his long, teal lashes as he rolls his eyes, "whaaat? you were gonna cum, was that it, little dove? is that why you're suddenly so –," a bandaged finger reaching around to wipe a stray, frustrated crystalline droplet from your teary eyes, "weak, mm? weak for my touch?"

"y-you're the one who said we didn't have long 'n –"

the same finger that was gently brushing over your weeping eye, gliding away the last remnants of your ruined orgasm, now presses over your lips, firm, "shh."

kashimo quickly spreads his thighs apart, and considering you had just been balancing on one, the action should have toppled your balance. but a veiny arm wraps your waist, keeping you in. . place pressed against his back.

instead, now your legs are spread wide, each ankle hooked around kashimo's calves so you balance precariously.

praying to god, to tengen, to every deity out there and throwing whoever you can quickly of in, that the training room door will remained closed for at least fifteen minutes. but it's hard to think rationally when kashimo is purring, still pressed to your back as he reaches around your waist to gently pull down your waistband.

"how filthy," he teases, "tsk', i've barely even touched you, and you're drippin' allll over my fingers." and while you'd like to keep your dignity intact, there's no denying that every prod of kashimo's padded fingertips against your pussy leaves the bandages soaked in your wetness.

"alright, little dove," kashimo murmurs, "here we go, keep ya' balance for me." and you wonder why he's bothering to give you a warning when your cunt is already spread by his hand, but in hindsight, it makes so much sense because like most things kashimo does, his pace is brutal and aiming to win.

in and out, in and out. the sloppy pshh and pop! of kashimo's fingers driving into your gummy walls has you keening, and it has the old sorcerer loudly moaning before he sucks in a breath, lips pressed together tightly like all he wants to hear right now is you, just you.

"ah, ah, 'jime," you writhe in his gasp, groaning as his fingers prod and curl in all the right places. sharp, pistoning motions that faintly crackle, you swear, heightening every sensation tenfold, "are you, f-fuck, are you seriously using –, oh my god!"

you can feel kashimo smile against your neck, and the soft press of his lips on your skin, "am i using what, love?" waiting for your answer that was never going to arrive, not with how kashimo's pumping his middle finger against that sweet spot, "ah, can't even speak now, 's a damn shame."

what a debauched sight the two of you must make. kashimo, flushed just from watching and hearing you fall apart on his lap, with his teal hair unbound. choppy, slick strands brushing his shoulders. you, with your legs pushed wide open, and wider still as kashimo jolts his own thighs apart further.

you're babbling now, riddled cries of the sorcerer's name, as he never lets up, not even once on the nasty pace. if you turn your head to fall back against kashimo's shoulder, you can taste the trail of salt-tears at the corner of your mouth, "baby, 'j-jime, so close now, baby."

"good, good," kashimo hisses, and you don't miss how he's furiously bucking his hips up, jolting you higher into his lap as he must chase some friction for his own release, "if you jus' hold onn, little dove."

a thumb messily gliding through your glossy mess to flick at your clit, all in conjunction with kashimo melding three fingers into your pussy, well, it's got you hurtling close and the sorcerer knows it, "three." he crooks his fingers inside and towards your groin, "two." sloppily running his thumb alongside the side of your clit, scooping, "one."

a devastating high that leaves you both panting, and your hips clenching and twitching, your arousal so plentiful that it's beginning to froth and pool at the edges of your pushed aside underwear. kashimo hisses, and then sighs, "made a mess, love." and you need not pointedly mention the dark stain on his loose, white pants.

"you look like a mess, 'jime." your legs feel utterly boneless but you make an effort to move, falling back into kashimo's surprisingly gentle, "i've got a hold of you." the sorcerer's laughing as you smooth your skirt down, grimacing at the slap of slick and sweat that's dampening your flesh.

kashimo's snapping his teeth around a loose tie that hangs off his wrist to scrape his cyan hair back up into his recognisable knots, "you know, if we had more time, little dove, i would have –" he makes a quick whistling sound, jerking his wrist over his groin and pointedly looking down to your shaking thighs, "but we had to make do."

it's a surprisingly crude gesture from the prudish sorcerer that makes you laugh, "and right on time, too. because i swear, if anyone had –"

"i swear to fucking god, you two pull that shit again, i'm going to fight sukuna early." yeah, right on time, because gojo's pushing open the training room door with one hand, the most disgusted look over his face that informs you that you didn't account for the sheer magnitude of six eyes.

gojo's bright-blue eyes swivel away from the turquoise-haired sorcerer now, to where you're shuffling sheepishly and avoiding kashimo's proud, fanged grin, "and you, control your boy toy. i don't have time for this shit."

you press your lips together in faint embarrassment in front of one of your oldest friends, all while kashimo is vaguely fiddling with his hands, making you wonder if he's about to pull out some new domain expansion that no one has heard of. but what you end up hearing is a satisfied 'aha!'.

"see, i'm getting the hang of these modern things." kashimo's fingers are curled into a tight fist, all save for the middle one, proudly flipping gojo off ( who just mutters some ominous portent about hoping that december 24 rolls around quicker )

[ultimatemortician]

these kids are very dear to my heart

[aeonmnei]

clingy and dramatic husband!hajime when he’s sleepy or drunk. you’d never believe it. even he doesn’t believe it. insists he’s not— boy you literally are!!!! it’s not loud or necessarily theatric, it’s just his actions are so … well, we can let them speak for themselves.

— you’re trying to head out to work, but he’s got a day off and he’s grabbing you by the waistband of your pants from the edge of the bed. “come back to bed,” he complains, voice muffled into the pillow. “you don’t need to go to work.” “hajime, i actually do need to,” you reply, trying to pry his fingers off.

he lets out a grumble, still holding on tight. then he turns his face so you can see one sharp hazel eye staring at you. you know that look. it’s all too familiar on these types of days. you will admit, however, that the look works. “ugh,” you mutter, bending down to press a wet kiss to his cheek, lips curving into a reluctant smile. “good bye. i love you.” “i love you, too,” he calls with sleepy affection, letting his arm drop.

— he’s laying on your body on the couch, face nestled into your chest on a scorching day. “haji,” you whisper. “get off. it’s hot.” “no,” he mumbles, moving to bury his face in your neck. you sigh. “i’m serious, hajime, i’m sweating really bad.” his arms snake around your waist. “no,” he says, louder. “ha. ji. me.” you place emphasis on each syllable in his name. “let me go.” “‘m not hajime,” he replies.  

you furrow your brows. “yes, you are. c’mon, it’s boiling in here.” you try to push him off, to no avail. you take a deep breath. “babe,” you start. “mm.” hajime shifts slightly. “please get off me,” you request, patting his back. hajime grumbles, not answering. a bead of sweat rolls down your forehead. “what do you want from me?” you wail, fanning yourself. 

“i want you to call me baby,” he says, mouth in your armpit. 

— after a seijoh team video call where they catch up and drink together, hajime is totally and completely hammered. usually he’ll stop drinking around the time he gets warm and cuts it off there, but it was a really long call and everyone ended up drunk. including him.

“seriously,” you say under your breath, watching him across the kitchen table as he sips on the soup you made for him. hajime glances up at you, cheeks rosy, then frowns. “your face,” he starts, setting down his bowl. “are you mad at me?”

“i’m not mad at you,” you reply. “hmm,” hajime grumbles doubtfully, putting his face on the table. he stays like that for a moment, then tilts his face up so he can look at you. “you’re so far away. come closer.” “i’m across the table,” you remind him. “too far,” he insists, reaching out (his elbow isn’t even on the table). “can’t reach you.” “haji, you’re not even trying.” 

— outside of the doors of the home you two share, he’s back to what everyone else usually sees. calm, reserved, almost stoic at times, but still loving and caring. definitely not what you witness on lazy mornings, or sweltering afternoons, or quiet nights.

it’s like spraining your wrist hula-hooping. “why are you telling me this?” because no one. will ever believe you

[spittyfishy]

The class 77 group shot’s done!

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

YESSSSSS!!! WOOOOOOO!! YEAAAAHHH!!!!

I'm cheering!!! End of the world, Idiot!!!!

Rip Brave... (And Hajime I guess)

Also Emu totally imprinted on him when he wasn't looking.

[kininaskr]

Can't forget about Ryoma!!

I wish I could accurately capture this man's beauty

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

We also have a bunch of character shots which have been released for the last leap stage play!

[danganronpumilaa]

thinking about this post and the concept of two people consistently drifting towards each other in every universe got to me

based on falseknees’s comic :)

individual panels under the cut 🔽🔽

[cisnt-critter]

Just realized pride month is a great time to post my little “gay people” page of my sketchbook.

[catboymoments]

Some scribbles- a FTF era Hunter I never posted, a doodle of Komahina with Akio that I intended to color but never did, and a Vanessa fnaf I did on magma with the bf last night

[inmyowndelusion]

Danganronpa appearance headcanons

These were so much fun to make

* Kokichi Ouma- He most definitely has freckles, like a couple on his face. He definitely has braces; an annoying teenage boy, he most definitely needs to have to have braces. He has soft kiddish features, he has a button nose and dimples along with upturned eyes. He’s unhealthy skinny and pale. Also I think he’s not as short as he is in the game he’s like 5’3.

* I think Miu and Kaede are mid-sized or plus sized but that’s just my hc(Chiaki is also mid size)

* I feel like Nagito is like albino, like he’s super pale and his eyebrows/lashes are white and shit. But he dyed the tips of his hair red (but I think the red in his hair might be natural)

* idk if this is weird or not but like I feel like Gonta would be super hairy…. But that might just be me

* I feel like this is universally agreed upon the fandom, that Hajime is tan.

* Hajime is shorter and he is a little muscular(but not a lot though just a little) and Nagito is taller and scrawnier (still top though)

* I feel like Chaiki would always look a little disheveled and like she would just roll out of bed. I think she would also have dark cycles under her eyes

* Ngl I think Mikan deserves to be in like actual nurse scrubs or something. Bc she’s the ultimate nurse

* I feel like Tenko and Akane deserve to wear like pants or shorts because of their ultimates. I feels a little weird with them wearing really short skirts while being the ultimate gymnast and neo-aikido. (I think a lot of the girls deserve to wear shorts/pants or like longer skirts)- also Sakura bc like why is she wearing a school girls outfit

* Ibuki would definitely like raccoon stripes in her hair like pink and blue or whatever her colors are

* I feel dice would be all ages, all races etc. I really do not think that Kokichi cared what you looked like, I think you just need to be up to petty crime and to do mischief

* Idk about this headcanon but I feel like Hajime would be ftm. He is literally a D cup and a man sooooo, I have theory’s.

* Nagito definitely has piercings, like a lot of them

* I feel like Shuichi always looks very tired. He looks like he barely sleeps even though he gets like 9 hours of asleep; he has the biggest eye bags ever.

* Even though Nagito is really scrawny he’s like freakishly strong; it scares everyone

* Hajime has a lobotomy scar from when he got a lobotomy also he has heterochromia (red and green) from when he was Izuru.

* Instead of those fuck ass pants, I think Kokichi would being wearing shorts. They’re either purple or white that look his old pants but shorts instead

* Maki, Kaito and Shuichi are pretty muscular. Maki & Kaito more than Shuichi but still, after their midnight training together they all got pretty buff. (But the thing about Shuichi is that he doesn’t look very muscular but he is; And Maki has very light muscle but you can sorta notice them same with Shuichi)

* I think Nagito cut the collar off his shirt

* I can’t decide if Sonia has a button nose or a straight nose

* I feel like Nagito and Kokichi would have a very creepy stare like a 100 mile stare

[starlightshadowsworld]

I wanna preface this by saying I love this scene and I do understand its so the double time leap could occur.

But how did no one grab Takemichi’s body from Mikey?!

I get that Toman knew about the dark impulses. But that doesn’t change the fact they all saw Mikey stabb Takemichi. Like who gives a shit if he’s crying and feels bad about it.

He just killed Takemichi.

Right in front of you all. You just watched him kill someone you’ve all loved and cared about for more than a decade. A man that months ago broke practically every bone in Takemichi’s body.

A man everyone but Takemichi had reservations about showing up to help him but did so anyway.

Why is no one doing anything?!

Just…the Mizo Middle Five now reduced to four taking Takemichi from his killers arms and into their own. All of them begging for him to open his eyes once more.

Akkun brushing his hair out of his eyes and thinking of their promise. How can he live that dream without Takemichi in it?

Hakkai’s sobbing into Mitsuya’s arms. His friend, his friend who saved him from darkness now lays still. Mitsuya trying to hold his own tears back and failing. While Koko leaves the others to hold Inupi.

Inupi who lost Draken barely months ago and now lost Takemichi too. Takemichi who took him in under his division when he lost everything. Even Koko looks down in respect for the one who so brazenly stood up for him when he should’ve spared himself.

Chifuyu is punching Mikey into the ground screaming at him to bring Takemichi back. He almost lost him in the hospital and he swore never to lose him again. He lost another captain, another partner and another best friend.

And he knows it’s not the first time Mikeys tried to do this.

Mikey isn’t even fighting back against the blows reigning down on him. The once invincible Mikey lays in rubble. When Takemichi died he feels as if he went with him.

Everything he sought to prevent has now come true and it’s a living nightmare. He has no right to grieve but it doesn’t stop him. He would do anything to fix this, anything.

Chifuyu stopping, fist shaking in the air and he screams. He’s pulled into Smiley’s arms (who’s not smiling for once) and breaks down.

Takemichi who gave everything for his friends and got nothing in return. He’s smiling even now, bloody tears staining his cheeks. Lifeless eyes rest on Mikey and he feels trapped in them.

Someone mentions they need to tell Hina and no one can bring themselves to make the call.

Mikey walking over and the Mizo Middle Four go to stop him and all he asks is for one last goodbye. He’s lucky they give him that much.

Mikey taking Takemichi’s outstretched hand, intertwines it in his and the world goes dark. He barely registers he’s so much younger now because there’s only one thought on his mind.

Find Takemichi.

[grand-line-shenanigans]

Hurry up, Tsukishimaa!! I can't hold on for much longer, Tsukishima! Tsukishimaaa!!!