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(NEW!) Super Danganronpa 2 boys reaction to: their S/O thinking they were going to hurt them - COMMISSION

You feral beasts have been asking for this for like two years LMAO. Someone finally commissioned me to do it so let's get it!

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The reader's pronouns are never mentioned, so anyone can read this with themselves in mind!

Word Count: 13k words!! 4.8k of those words are Nagito's section alone, as the commissioner requested for Nagito's to be longer than the rest (Please show this some love my hands hurt)

Trope/Scenario: A couple is in an argument or stressful situation. One partner moves suddenly, maybe to ruffle their hair or wipe sweat from their face, maybe grab something or gesture as they yell, but their S/O cowers/flinches at the sudden movement, and braces themselves or cries out, thinking their partner was about to hit/hurt them. Then, the angst ends in fluff with the other partner expressing that they would never hurt their beloved. I will make variations to this base concept to spice up the piece and fit the characters because we DON'T do O.O.C. here!

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SDR2/SDR2 CONTEXT NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND SOME SECTIONS - additionally, SFW sexual content-wise, but mature themes are explored like explicit language, possessiveness, abuse, and unhealthy relationships. Remember, the games themselves are rated M.

Nagito Komaeda

It all happened so fast. You’d begged them not to do it. It didn’t need to go down that way. This never would’ve happened if they’d just listened to you.

It all happened so fast. One second your friends, your best and only friends, were piling onto your boyfriend, pinning him to the ground of the hotel lobby and the next, the world became an explosion of fiery red. A loud blast rang in your ears like a flash bomb or a gunshot fired off right beside your head without protective equipment. Kazuichi went flying, the back of Akane’s clothes were aflame. Fuyuhiko took on an expression you’d never thought you’d see from the resident tough guy of the group: eyes wide in genuine terror, mouth agape as he dove forward and away from the blast.

You begged them not to do this. Don’t corner him. Don’t force his hand. You knew him better than anyone else. And they didn’t listen to you.

You’d all grouped up before hand (minus Nagito of course) to discuss what to do about him. He was getting more and more unhinged as the days went on. Before the funhouse, everyone except for you saw him as a bit crazy, a nuisance, a freak but safe at a distance. Now… he was clearly a danger to himself and others. He knew something you all didn’t, and it was sending him into the self righteous hope power trip of the century. Something was so very different from the Nagito you knew and loved.

You’d warned them that it wouldn’t be like last time. He wouldn’t submissively let them tie him up in the old building and wait to be fed or released by Monomi. He was on the warpath now. You knew him. Once he got an idea in his head, that was it.

Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi had dismissed you immediately. You loved him. You’d do anything to protect that freak. They weren’t gonna heed your warning, because at the end of the day, you cared about him just a little more than you cared about the rest of them. Hajime and Sonia, even Chiaki - the more compassionate members of the group - had looked at you with pity in their eyes. They knew the last thing you wanted was to see your boyfriend tied up or hurt, and they felt for you, but at this point, the main focus had to be figuring out who put them on this island so they could escape, and preventing more death. Nagito was getting in the way of that. He needed to be restrained.

You never thought it would be like this, though. You knew he’d retaliate this time, that he’d resist, but maybe in the form of a struggle with his attacker: a punch, a kick, running away, hiding… not a fucking bomb.

As the explosion rang out from behind you, sending you leaping forward defensively, the world seemed to move in slow motion.

How could he do this? It’s one thing to fight off those who are actively trying to subdue you, but to blow up the entire hotel? He was really willing to hurt or even kill everyone too close to the blast, even those with little to nothing to do with the plan? What about you, who he claimed to love, who was his shining hope, who had been the only one in his corner at all times? He was willing to just blow you away as well?

Time sped up again, and you sat with your legs crossed in the rubble, ash and sweat smearing your skin. You just sat there, breaths hitching in your throat as you held back tears that threatened to fall. It felt like you were in a trance as you sat and thought this all over. Nevermind the flames at your back or smoke in the air. Why, why, why???

It wasn’t the little bit of blood running down your arm or the ringing in your ears that broke through your haze, but the clap of a hand on your shoulder blade. You turned and looked up at Hajime, dust in his hair and a cut on his cheek. The white uniform shirt he always wore was stained up and torn in one area.

“Hey, (Y-Y/N)!” He coughed, soot in his throat. “Are you alright? Come on, we gotta get out of here! Smoke’s not-” a beam collapsed behind him, startling him as he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you from your seated position. “Come on, this smoke’ll kill you!” You stood with his help, still halfway in a state of shock, and in truth embarrassment that the one you constantly defended from your group of peers had done all this…

“Is everyone…” you spoke weakly, your mind flashing to the safety of your friends.

“Everyone else is out. They’re safe, let’s go!” Hajime guided you out the way he came in looking for you, past a flipped couch and under a fallen beam. Once out in the fresh air, you regrouped with the rest, all in various states of shaken up.

Sonia immediately rushed over to you, ripping the red bow tie from her neck and dabbing the cut on your arm with the fabric before wrapping it around the wound. You thanked her with a nod. Akane, usually a bit scantily-clad anyway, had most of her remaining clothes singed off or torn. She looked more defeated then you’d seen her since Nekomaru’s death. She’d probably bounce right back soon though, knowing her. Fuyuhiko looked more pissed than usual, sitting by the pool alone. Kazuichi was being tended to by Chiaki. You overheard her saying Monomi would be bringing medical supplies and helping transport those seriously injured to the hospital for a quick check up. The students protested, however, wanting to stick together in the resort and heal up in their cabins. Your eyes bounced around the group, looking for someone in particular, though you didn’t know why.

Why? Were you truly that delusional? You must’ve been under some type of love hex. Had you Stockholm Syndrome’d yourself into being blind to his every fault? You couldn’t help it - you couldn’t deny the feelings you retained.

“Where’s…?” Your words faded off, thinking better of it. Maybe this was the wrong time. They probably didn’t want to hear about the dude who just tried to send them on a one way trip to heaven. It was too late, your words had been picked up by Fuyuhiko’s relatively undamaged ears.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffed, yelling over from the pool. “He ran off as soon as he got the chance. Didn’t waste a second to make sure you were okay. You’re still worried about that asshole? He just tried to fucking kill us! You must be as crazy as him. I’m starting to think so, at this point…”

“Fuyuhiko…” Sonia warned, a small frown creasing her porcelain face. Fuyuhiko sighed deeply, backing off the attack. He didn’t mean that last bit, he was just frustrated. He threw in the towel, too tired to continue putting up a fight. The old Fuyuhiko would've laid into you a little longer. True to his word, he was a changed man. He shook his head and went silent, disappointed in you to say the least.

You were a bit disappointed in yourself as well, frankly. Why did you still want to see him so badly, to make sure he wasn’t hurt, to make sure he knew you still cared? You didn’t know what you’d even do if you saw him again. The mix of fear, confusion and foolish adoration was potent within you right now.

After assessing everyone’s needs and injuries, it was decided that you all were to go to your cabins and rest for the night. Tomorrow, you would go as a group to the new island unguarded by its Monobeast and resume the search for the truth and freedom.

“Everyone just… yell as loud as you can, or run out of your cabin and alert the others if… if anything happens,” He looked you in the eyes as he spoke those last few words. Hajime chose the phrasing carefully but you all knew what he meant:

If Nagito came around looking to further this deranged and deadly plan of his.

They said as he ran off he was blabbering on, yelling about the “end of Jabberwock Island” and such. It was pretty clear to the entire group that whatever he had in mind would mean chaos and peril for everyone still left alive.

Now back in your cabin, the sun had long since set as you continued to pace back and forth across the floor, from the full length mirror on your sliding closet door, to the entrance, then over to the small bathroom area and back again. You’d not even taken the time to shower and change your clothes. You were still a mess, your thoughts too busy to care about the blood and grime coating you.

Your mind raced, taking in everything that had happened so far in this nightmare of a class trip, taking in everything that could happen fairly soon.

Your mind bounced to Nagito, purposely being coy when you all needed his mind desperately during trials.

To Nagito, who actively tried to hurt someone in the very first trial, who offered to help a blackened if they ever needed him.

To Nagito, who held you close at nights and who you could open up to for hours. The same Nagito who you’d fallen for, body and mind, and who now was an object of fear and anxiety for you.

Were you really scared of him now…? Your Nagito?

A quiet knock at your door shook you out of your pacing routine. You figured it was Hajime, arranging another group meeting or maybe sweet Sonia coming to check up on you. Rushing to the door, you opened it just a crack and peeked out.

Your blood ran cold, a shiver shot down your spine. You’d never reacted to seeing him like this before. Not even close.

“Hello there, (Y/N). Oh wow, you look awful…” Nagito smiled gently at first, then the corners of his mouth slightly drooped, downturned at the state of you. You looked yourself up and down once quickly, now acknowledging that you had in fact forgotten to wash up, overwhelmed by the day. A moment passed with your heart beat picking up quickly, and you began to merely stare at him silently through the crack, unsure of how to proceed. Should you scream? Should you warn the others? Even if Nagito wouldn’t hurt you, what if he made his rounds to the other cabins and hurt the others? He wouldn’t hurt you, right? That assumption of yours was correct, right? You weren’t so sure anymore. “Well, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna let me in?” He smiled innocently again before pushing his way past you and into the expanse of your personalized cabin. Your safe space.

“Nagito…” You let yourself exhale the breath you’d been holding in, turning to close the cabin door behind him. You hesitated on the door knob, contemplating making a break for it right then and there. “What are you doing here?” You tried to keep your voice steady and even, even as your chest thumped.

“What?” His brow furrowed, rounding on you as you closed shut the door and turned to face him. “What do you mean? I always hang out with you here!” Was he just not going to acknowledge today, when you literally could’ve died due to his actions? “I kinda missed it, you know, the smell of your cabin, your smell. Being in the funhouse all those days was such a bummer.” Approaching you in two strides of his long slender legs, he took you tightly into his arms, nevermind the dirt and ash that transferred from your clothes to his.

“N-Nagi-” your words were muffled into the fabric of his green jacket, and for a moment your spine stiffened, not sure how to receive the hug. You corrected yourself though, and relaxed, embracing him back. Nagito was volatile right now, extremely unstable, and you didn’t want to be perceived as disloyal, untrusting. Nothing to trigger him. He was clingy and needy with you quite often and that part you didn’t mind. You cared for him the way he was… but who he was had slowly been changing. Ever since he entered that damned Final Dead Room.

Nagito didn’t miss a thing, however, and you knew that. Your hesitation to hug him back made a blip on his radar.

“Is everything alright? How is my little ray of hope tonight?” He pulled back a bit, holding you at arm’s length to observe your features closely. This was so uncomfortable: the scrutinizing gaze, the sorry state of your body at that very moment, the sweat that began to bead on your forehead.

“Well, Nagito, you…” you wanted to soften the blow, and so took the initiative to this time hug him first, leaning your head onto his chest. This is what he wanted, right? Play along, don’t slip up. It’s funny, when your head rested flat against him and you inhaled his familiar scent, you felt that warm feeling that made you fall for him for just a second, until you began to finish your thought. “... today… earlier today… why did you do that? I mean… how could you, to me of all people? What if… I mean what if that explosion killed me?” Your heart beat sped up.

“Oh, silly, it wouldn’t have!” He replied as if the answer were obvious. “You’re my shining hope, my everything, and that bomb was only intended to disrupt the plans of those who were there to trap me! I was one step ahead my love. You were never in any true danger.” Ironic, as he ran a hand up and down the arm with the deep cut on it.

“Well, how would you know for sure? What if I were standing where Kazuichi was? He got the brunt of it…” you asked, but you knew whatever answer he had for you wouldn’t calm your aching heart.

“I relied on my luck, of course! It’s all I have to rely on now: you, and this useless ‘talent’ of mine.” His tone was bittersweet. His luck? He really left your safety up to his luck? Sure, you’d never seen it fail him before, but seriously…

“About that… Nagito,” you pulled away, expectantly unsatisfied with his reply and no less terrified of the inner workings of the man in front of you, “what’s made you feel this way, all of a sudden? Sure, our classmates were a little wary of you, but we were friends, all of us. You had them, too. What changed? In the funhouse you - well ever since the Final Dead Room, you’ve changed. In the trial, you said you’d learned about Hajime and how he doesn’t have an ultimate talent, and the secret behind the funhouse’s design… but there’s more you aren’t telling us… I can feel it.” Walking over to a chair beside your bed, you sat down, wrapping your arms around your middle defensively. You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze, which followed you like a hawk.

He didn’t like hearing that - that he’d changed - not from you. You were the only one exempt from his plans, even if you didn’t know it at the time. He loved you and you loved him, and he didn’t want anything to change about that. This couldn’t be just another thing that his miserable life ruined for him. For now, he ignored it, deciding that maybe letting you, the only one he could truly trust, in on his little plan would ease your mind and bring you back to him whole.

“You’re right as usual, my love.” He stood in the center of the room, gesturing as he began to get off of his chest all that he’d gleaned from his time in the funhouse. “How perceptive of you. My little hope is so incredibly smart. It’s one of the reasons I know you’ll guide this useless pack of idiots, including myself, to the highest potential our negligible little lives could ever reach!” How could you have guessed at that time that he meant when he and all the rest he deemed unfit were long gone, wiped from this world by his own will? “I’ll let you in on it, if my little bird promises not to chirp to the rest of the flock, of course…” He grinned at you as if he were a mischievous little kid about to announce a school prank and not a man dead set on getting his classmates killed. You nodded instinctively, not prepared at all for what you were about to hear. “Well it’s quite simple, really. We’ve known about the existence of a traitor for awhile now, right? We thought this entire time that the one of us who was not like the others was to blame for this entire thing, that the despair that ensnared us and caused death after death was caused by this ‘traitor’, right?” You nodded again, wanting desperately to appease him in any way you could. “Well, we couldn’t have had it more wrong, and as my reward for winning the ultimate roulette in the Final Dead Room, I was allowed this knowledge to share - or not share - as I please.” He was smirking now and your heartbeat began to pick up once again. You did not like that look in his eye. The pale planes of his cheeks began to get rosy with that self-satisifed expression he often donned when he knew his plans for hope were on track.

“W-what do you mean, Nagito?” Your voice shook and you sat up in your chair, shifting uncomfortably in place, a motion he noticed immediately. Again, he didn’t appreciate that reaction from you one bit. Why were you so uneasy around him tonight? His mind couldn’t comprehend it.

“Turns out, this whole time,” he held his arms out to each side as if surrendering himself to the powers that be, “It was us! We were the wicked ones. We were the despair, the disgusting evil that clouded all hope.” He began to chuckle at the irony that only he understood in his words. “This ‘traitor’ is the only one who can stop us! They are meant to save the world from the plague of our very existence!” He began to chuckle, a devious and unstable sound emanating from his core.

“H-how could you mean - I mean… Nagito, how could we be evil? Why would you think that? We have been working together to stop Monokuma this whole time. It couldn’t be -”

“Does it really matter how? It’s the truth! I know it is!” He cut you off, startling you as he approached and sank to his knees in front of your chair. Leaning in, he took your hand in his clammy, translucent one. He kissed the tops of your knuckles sweetly - a gesture he often did when you were alone together - and you went rigid, unsettled by his manic words. Another reaction he frowned at. “I mean, you believe me, don’t you? Have I ever been wrong before? Every time I tell you who the blackened is, I’m right! Every mystery I’ve uncovered on this island, every deduction I’ve shared with you and only you, has been correct! Every time I’ve been ‘wrong’ to them, I’ve chosen to play dumb. I’ve never lied to you, I wouldn’t!” He looked frantic, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. When you didn’t reply, he continued. “The traitor, they are the one, true hope for our vile and corrupted lot!” He smiled, again, as if this were the obvious conclusion one should draw from his words, but you just couldn’t see your friends as the monsters he portrayed them as. You couldn’t even see him that way. It just didn’t make sense. Maybe whatever he read in the Final Dead Room was just more lies, planted by Monokuma as a motive to sow more division. Nagito was too smart to fall for that…

“So, what is the solution, then… your plan?” You were almost too afraid to ask, having a good idea of what it would be. His frenzied grin softened into a straight and very serious line. You felt your stomach twist itself into knots.

“Well… we have to go, of course. All of us, except for the traitor.” He stated plainly. Eyes widening just a tick before going neutral again, you tried not to convey the abject fear in your heart. “We all have to die, it’s the only way. The traitor will go on, as the only ray of hope we have left.” With that, you yanked your hand from his grip, and his eye twitched in response.

He was willing to kill you all? All of your peers, your innocent peers who had been through so much already, together… snuff them out just like that?

“Nagito… you know who the traitor is, then…?” His head tilted at that, like a curious puppy confused at his owner’s words. “The one you’re going to spare, you know who it is?” Did it even matter anymore? At this point, the Nagito you loved was long gone. You needed to warn the others. His answer mattered to you personally, nonetheless. Your brow furrowed, your psyche overstimualted by this entire conversation. You pressed him. “Nagito… you know who the traitor is, right?” A little sterner this time, you waited for an answer that would never come. Almost as if he were too prideful, or maybe too ashamed to admit he would have to rely on his luck yet again to meet his goals, he ignored your question.

Chills running throughout your body, you quickly shot up out of the chair. Standing abruptly and causing the slender man to stumble back a bit, you steadied your shaking hands by balling them into fist at your side.

“(Y/N) -” Nagito began as he stood to meet you. Why were you acting like this? Didn’t you have the same goals as him? Didn’t you see the necessity of this plan? Didn’t you love him as much as he loved you? Didn’t you know that know that you - his unbreakable hope - the only pure thing on this miserable island, had to be the traitor? How could it be anyone else? He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, as the file in the Final Dead Room didn’t name you specifically, but it just had to be you. It had to be. He would delude himself until his last breath.

“O-okay, Nagito, I agree! Yes, y-you’re right of course!” Play along, (Y/N), play along, your survival instincts screamed at you internally. Now it was Nagito’s heart that began to beat fast. He could sense a lie a mile away, and you knew that. Was he truly losing you? “Tell you what, let me shower, I can’t stand this filth on me for one more second.” You forced a nervous chuckle. “After that, I’ll meet you somewhere, um… away from the cabins so the others don’t find out, and we can discuss this further.” In reality, you were hoping that as you showered, he would leave to find a meeting place so that you could run to the other cabins and warn the others. He took a step toward you, and you took a step back in turn. He cringed at that, a hand reaching out weakly for your touch. It fell to his side when you backed away until your back was at the bathroom door and you reached behind you for the handle. “Okay? You go scope out a safe place for us to meet!” You looked for confirmation, fake smile still plastered across your face until your jaw hurt from clenching so hard.

“Okay, (Y/N)...” his heart broke at your willingness to lie straight to his face. You’d never done that before. You would always be honest with him, even with the silliest thoughts. You nodded in reassurance, slipping into the mini bathroom afforded to you by Monokuma and closing the door. It was a modest thing, a small alcove in each cabin with merely a shower stall, sink with a mirror, and toilet all snug into one tiny area. You undressed like the wind, ready to take the quickest shower of your life. Just a rinse for the blood and dirt, running the water long enough to be convincing and you were out. You needed time to run to at least a few of your classmates' cabins before Nagito got back. Whoever you got to first could spread the word. You slid the glass shower stall door open and jumped inside, not even waiting for the water to warm up.

Soaking yourself promptly, you began to scrub off the day you’d had with a small wash cloth nearby. Mere minutes into your shower, you heard the small bathroom door slam open. Freezing instantly, you halted all motion and stared at the figure in the doorway that was a blurry mess of greens, creams and whites through the frosted glass of the shower door. Without a word, the figure approached the shower door and you felt your body go into fight or flight mode, adrenaline kicking into high gear.

This was it… you thought. You were sure that if you were the traitor, you would’ve known. The traitor was still out there, hiding their identity, and now Nagito was going to do exactly what he said he was going to do. You had to go… hope for the world was the end goal that superseded romantic feelings. Your life flashed before your eyes, and you thought of your friends, and how you failed to save them.

Nagito threw open the sliding door, and you fell back against the beige tile behind you, hands flying up to protect your head and face. You didn’t know how he would kill you, but braced for an expected blow. Exposed, defenseless and naked, vital organs unprotected, you began to sob.

“No! Nagito, please!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as he entered the shower stall in a panic, clothes and all. He clapped one cold hand over your mouth, a hand that was shaking. Instantly, tears sprang forth from his own eyes. Were you really that scared of him?

“No, don’t scream, please! Please, (Y/N)!” He released your mouth, throwing his arms around your shoulders in a crushing embrace. The shower head continued to spray down, soaking him now along with you as he clung to you like his life depended on it under its stream. His wild, long locks clung to his neck and forehead and his wet jacket weighed him down. You both stood weeping onto each other freely, Nagito from a broken heart, and you from shock. You were too terrified to move, to care that you were completely nude. He didn’t seem to care either, crushing you in his grip. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

“Nagito… Nagito please…” you pleaded, still not entirely sure these weren’t your last moments.

“I can’t bear to see you terrified of me. You’re… you’re the only one…” He could barely speak through his choked out sobs. He shook his head vehemently, needy for your touch. His hands roamed up and down your back desperately. He needed to feel you there, to know you were real.

“What…?” You didn’t understand.

“You’re the only one,” he sniffled, “who shouldn’t be afraid of me! You’re my shining hope. You’re my light in this darkness!” Tears wracked his body. “Why would a complete and utter nobody like me, talentless trash undeserving of your love ever try to hurt you? I wouldn’t even dream of it. (Y/N), please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it!” His finger nails dug into your spine. He was conflicted, and couldn’t fight the swell of anger that contended with the sadness in his chest. It felt like you didn’t know him at all to think he would hurt you. You weren’t the despair he sought to end. You had nothing to fear.

“But, y-you said- !” You began and he interrupted, unable to hear any more doubts of his loyalty to you.

“I know you’re the traitor. I just know it! You’re too good, too perfect to not be…” You’d never heard him so unconfident in his own reasoning before.

“You can’t possibly know that, Nagito!” You spat back, limp in his arms.

“I do know it. I know it. I’ll bet my luck on it. I want it so badly, my luck has to come through. It’s you, it has to be! I could never kill you. I could never get you killed. The others are the despair, you’re the solution. I know it’s you. I’m gonna make it all right… just watch!” He stepped back, taking your puffy face in his hands, staring directly into your eyes. “You’ll make it out of here! You’ll survive the last trial and go on without me, my love. I know it’s you!” He was deceiving himself once again, daring to want something so badly, so selfishly.

He would never live to see just how wrong he was.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You, your boyfriend Fuyuhiko, and your best friend Peko went way back. As a kid growing up on Fuyuhiko’s side of town, everyone knew to avoid Kuzuryu property. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately looking back at it, you were a pretty reckless as a kid, even if you weren’t now. You used to to slip through fences and past security cameras all the time to play with the blonde fuzzy-haired kid and the girl with the cool sword. Your parents scolded you when you came home, not knowing where you really were, but you always found your way back. The boy, who always had a temper, and the girl, who was the calm to his storm, repeatedly called you names, told you to never come back or his family would kill you, then played with you all day anyway. You had no idea what his family truly was, what the word yakuza really entailed, only that everyone said that part of town was dangerous. You didn’t see it that way, not when you played cops and robbers or samurai and peasant with your two best friends nearly every day. The boy, Fuyuhiko as you’d come to learn, would always rush you off the property if his father was coming home or when less friendly clan members came around, and you didn’t learn until years later why.

By that time it was too late for you to be scared of his yakuza status or Peko’s true strength now revealed to you. You were besties, and nothing was ever going to change that. Through middle school, you formed quite the crush on the petite bad boy, and although he still had a nasty temper and could be quite aloof at times, you wanted him all the same. A lifelong friendship bloomed into a romantic relationship - with hesitance on his part - and before you knew it, you were set to attend Hope’s Peak together. You kept your relationship secret from everyone save for Peko. Fuyuhiko insisted on this, for your own safety.

Now here you were, on this mysterious tropical island with all of your memories of Hope’s Peak wiped clean. You found that in general, many memories of your past were wiped clean, save for those few precious and essential ones. You remembered growing up with Fuyuhiko, your relationship with him, and Peko who you loved like a sister. Everyone else were strangers, strangers who seemingly also couldn’t remember how they got there or how you were all connected. You were all freshmen it seemed, and that was were it stopped.

Almost immediately after Monokuma’s appearance and monologue, Fuyuhiko had pushed both you and Peko away. He demanded you both pretend like you didn’t know him, treat him like everyone else and if need be, you’d meet in secret and away from prying eyes. This was to be a killing game with rules and trials, and no one else here seemed to know each other from their past. If the others found out you three were connected, you would no doubt all be dragged down if one of you got caught up in something nasty. Allies, a package deal and all that. He didn’t want your connection to him to put you or Peko in danger. He knew you’d both die for him, and he for you, and he wouldn’t let any of these idiots use that weakness against you.

The cat was long since out of the bag. Peko was gone and you’d helped Mikan nurse Fuyuhiko in and out of the hospital after his near-fatal wounds from trying to save the swordswoman from her from execution. Everyone knew of your relationship now, which meant no more sneaking around behind everyone’s back, but Peko’s life wasn’t the price you ever wanted to pay for that freedom. Along with Peko’s passing additionally came a visible change in your boyfriend’s soul. Though he still had that fiery temper, he controlled it with great effort now. He tried harder with people, forgave easier, loved better, appreciated more. The days of reflection in the hospital stirred something in him.

Weeks passed, and it was one tragedy after another. From the group giving you hell about keeping secrets, to tending to Fuyuhiko’s extensive wounds, to now finding Ibuki hanging from a rope and Hiyoko posted up against a pillar with her throat slit, your group couldn’t seem to catch a break.

Though Mikan and yourself begged him to get some rest - as his wound had already reopened once - Fuyuhiko insisted on investigating in preparation for the trial with everyone else. He was as strong-willed as ever. You searched the hospital with him for clues or evidence the blackened may have sloppily left behind. He was on edge, and you couldn’t blame him. Everyone was, these were the fifth and sixth classmates dead in the blink of an eye, and the killer was still on the loose. Your skin crawled and you were extra jumpy today. Every corpse you had to look upon took a little more of your innocence and vitality from you, and this maniac had already killed twice. What was to stop them from killing again?

Fuyuhiko insisted that he wasn’t scared of the blackened, quite the opposite. It was his rage aimed at them that would fuel his strength to move on and identify them. You knew him well, and knew when to back off when he was in a mood. Everything seemed to annoy him at the moment. It was hard to search with him and cooperate when he got pissed off everytime you fussed over his healing injuries. He kept swatting you away then apologizing for being irate and short-tempered. He just wanted you to stop babying him.

Just now bending over to search near a hospital bed, Fuyuhiko shot upright, jumping at a sudden sound that startled him.

“What the fuck-?!” He turned to the source of the loud crash behind him. You were splayed out across the floor behind him, a deep gash on your cheek spilling blood down your face as you sat up. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I just tripped! I’m fine!” You gestured with one hand to a small table you’d toppled over, holding your bloody cheek with the other. The contents on said table, various sharp little medical instruments and tools, were strew about and on top of your body. Fuyujiko glared at the hard counter top of the cabinet you’d hit your cheek off of on the way down. Now you knew how Mikan felt, always making a mess of her clumsy self.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?! We’ve got enough shit to deal with right now!” He kneeled down to your level and started rapidly picking up the various scalpels and knives around you.

“I’m sorry, ‘Hiko…” the shame was setting in. He was already ornery today and you’d somehow made it even worse. He leaned over your body, reaching for more of the small instruments.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it! You-” hovering over you, he lifted one of the razor sharp tools above his head in a clenched, angry gesture. You turned your head, gasping slightly and flinching away from him. Your free hand came up to cover your face with your eyes shut tight in a grimace. Upon seeing you recoil, cowering away from him like that, he halted, the rest of his complaint dropping off into oblivion.

He didn’t want to be like that anymore, remember? He reminded himself of his temper, of his talks with Hajime in the hospital, of Peko’s memory urging him to do better, of his display of humility to Hiyoko in the hotel restaurant.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, putting the instrument aside and gently pulling you to your feet alongside him.

“Come on, sit down. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pushed you gently down to sit on the hospital bed and reached for some simple disinfectant, a cloth to put it on, and a large bandage. He began to pat the blood away. “We’ll have Mikan look at this later to see if it needs stitches, but this is the best I can do for now.” He noticed you avoiding his eye contact and his heart sank. “Hey…” He held your chin, titing your head to look up and meet his gaze. “I’m really sorry, okay. I would never lay a hand on you. That is a fact. Please… know this for certain.”

“I know, I just… I don’t know… I’m sorry I reacted that way.” His apology helped, but you still felt a little foolish.

“No, it’s me who should be sorry. There’s no need to get that angry, especially at you, especially for an accident.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He had a long way to go. “Please slow down. Be more careful and worry about yourself as much as you worry about me. I can’t lose you, too.”

Hajime Hinata

You’d closed yourself up in your cabin for good, with no plans to go out in the foreseeable future. Every few minutes you checked the locks, on both the doors and the windows, biting your nails down to nearly bleeding. In addition to shutting yourself in, you’d shut the world, the island, and all your classmates out. You were a nervous wreck.

Mere hours ago, Nagito had blown the hotel lobby and everyone in it sky high. He’d finally lost what little marbles he had left. Nobody knew fully why, but he’d snapped too far beyond repair. Both you and poor Kazuichi were very near to the blast zone, and even now you felt a dizziness and slight loss of hearing. You were sure that over in his cabin, Kazuichi was feeling the same way. You wanted to pass out, to scream, to topple over in exhaustion but refused to let yourself leave your post. As much as you were tired and dizzy, you were equally as terrified. What if that maniac Nagito showed up again to finish the job? Though the vertigo threatened to take you down for the count, you were determined to stay vigilant. Your mind grew more and more dull and hazy by the second, though.

Hajime and the others wanted to go to the new island in the morning, and as far as you were concerned, they could search until their hearts were content. You’d given up. You’d been broken. You’d been beaten by Monokuma and this killing game. Why go to a new island? Every time you guys went to a new island to explore, someone died. Everyone was dying. There was a psychopath hell-bent on blowing you up - or worse - on the loose. You were content to stay in your cottage and rot away. Paranoid and eroded away from trial after trial, you’d refused to let anyone in, even your sweet boyfriend, Hajime, who’d already tried to come check on you several times that night. Even as the rain poured down from the night sky and lightning cracked consistently, he kept coming back. He was extremely concerned about you, but you just couldn’t do it anymore. You didn’t trust anyone anymore. You couldn’t.

You trusted Teruteru, and Peko, and Mikan, and Gundham, and Nagito… it was all too much. Who would betray you next? Who would stab you in the back when you least expected it for a chance at freedom as a blackened who got away with it? It could be literally anyone. Sonia had a country to get back to, an entire country waiting for her. Fuyuhiko had an empire. They all had a reason to live and you’d be an easy target in this state of barely conscious, injured and mentally broken.

You’d almost fallen asleep when a knock came at your door, again…

You almost chose to ignore it, but figured getting your body moving would keep you awake, so you forced your feet over to the door.

“Hajime…?” You assumed, your voice weak.

“Man…” he sighed loudly, muffled by the rain and the barrier of the door, “(Y/N)... you sound terrible. I really do think you have a concussion. Please let me in. I’m worried sick.”

“Please go away, Hajime. I’m sorry… I’ll be fine. I just -”

“I know you’re scared. You know you can trust me.” There was that word again… Moments passed in silent contemplation. “... I’m gonna keep coming back until you let me in. I’m soaked… please…” he whined, jiggling the door handle on his side. Now it was your turn to sigh. You rested your head against the door, senses dimming fast. He was probably right, you most likely did have a concussion. Your head ached, your vision was a bit blurry, the light of your cabin bothered your eyes. “You can’t just stay in there forever, you need medical atten-” The door swung open before him, and you hurriedly signaled for him to come in, swiftly locking the door behind him.

“No sudden movements. I’m a bit confused right now… everything’s a bit slow…” Your words slurred out but he seemed to catch them all.

“Yeah, no shit. You were blown all the way across the hotel floor. Come here, let me check something.” He took your wrist and stood you in the center of the room in front of him. He pulled a small flashlight he won from the gacha machine from his pocket and flashed it into your eyes slowly. “Try to stand still.” You were trying to, but swayed and stumbled regardless. “See, you can’t even do that much. Look, since Mikan is gone, we gotta let Monomi help us out. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“What?! No, no no…” your heart beat quickened, feeling that paranoid panic set in again. “I’m not leaving this room.” The confusion was hitting again as you stumbled backwards a step and your back met the side of your bed. Was this a set up? You already let him in, now he wanted to get you out in the open? “Something’s gonna happen! I won’t go!”

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll get you to the hospital safely and I’ll stay with you the whole time. I know you’re scared but you’re being irrational right now!”

A thunderous boom sounded outside as high above your cabin the lightning cracked. In an instant, all of the lights wavered and went out. You cried out into the pitch black. You couldn’t see even a foot in front of you. This was definitely a set up. It had stormed plenty of times on this island, and the lights never went out like this.

Hajime reached out for you in the dark, and you screamed even louder at his touch. This was it, the betrayal. It was inevitable on this hell of an island. No one could truly be trusted.

“(Y/N), stop! Stop yelling!” Hajime grabbed one of your wrists in the dark, and you sank to the floor, too dizzy to stand any longer. He heard the thud of your butt hitting the ground, though he couldn’t see it, and sunk to his knees beside you.

“Please… don’t hurt me, Hajime…” the words tumbled out of your mouth lazily. You wanted to pass out so badly.

“Hurt you?” He sounded incredulous, almost scoffing. Turning the screen brightness all the way up on his e-handbook, he set it on the ground beside you both for some type of light, as meager as it was, and sat the flashlight beside it. He grabbed your face in his hands, gently shaking you to alertness. He’d heard it wasn’t good to let someone with a concussion fall asleep. “I’d never hurt you.” He stated almost matter-of-factly. “You’re just going through a rough time right now... Don’t talk like that. You know I’d never hurt you. I care about you, a lot.” He adjusted your position so you were sitting up a little straighter.

It pained him to see you this way. This killing game was stealing your luster, your goodness, your spirit. He’d noticed that your smile - a smile he loved so very much - grew smaller and smaller with each trial. Now it’d come to this. You were frightened of even him…

“I’m so scared, Hajime…”

“I know. I know you are.” He spoke with compassion in his voice. “Will you let me help you? Please…?” He waited for your nod of confirmation before continuing. “Come on,” he scooped one arm under your legs and the other under behind your back and stood with you in his arms. “We’re gonna get you the help you need. I know it’s hard, but we are a team. You, me, Chiaki, Sonia, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Akane, we need to do this together. I know it’s hard to trust after all that’s happened, but I’m gonna keep you safe, and we’re gonna survive this, together.”

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi sat in front of the busted funhouse elevator, ass nearly numb from sitting in that position for hours. He was squatting before, until his knees began to hurt as well. You sat behind him, handing him tool after tool when he needed it and offering encouragement and advice when you could. Still, he was being testy and very short with you and the two of you had gotten into it several times today already. Nothing big, just a few little spats. You had to keep reminding him that you were only trying to help, but nonetheless he was in a foul mood.

You knew he was truly mad at the situation, not you. His anger was misplaced but it still hurt. You’d all been locked up in the funhouse for days without food and with minimal sleep due to Monokuma’s interference and everyone was on each other’s last nerves. Now the elevator was broken, and the Ultimate Mechanic was expected to be the one to fix it. He’d been at it all day, and with each set back or miniscule perceived failure, he got more and more irritated.

You handed him a wrench you’d gotten from the hidden room beyond the Final Dead Room. All the tools he was currently using were from there as well. Oh yeah, that was another reason he was so pissed off. He’d never admit to it, but the fact that you were smart and brave enough to pass the Final Dead Room’s test unscathed and here he couldn't even fix this measly machine irked him like nothing else. He felt like the word useless might as well have been stamped onto his head. After he let out yet another frustrated groan, stretching out his sore wrist, you sighed and spoke up:

“Hey, Kaz’, it’s okay if you can’t get it done today. Let’s get some rest. We need to conserve energy.” He looked at you as if you’d just called him the biggest loser ever.

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re actually contributing to the group! You don’t have the burden of feeling like a failure on your mind!” He gritted his sharp teeth.

“You are contributing by even trying to fix it!” You retorted, not appreciating his tone or him starting an argument with you yet again today.

“Oh, don’t patronize me! You just don’t get it! Everyone likes you and you’re good at everything you try! I can’t even do what I was literally born to do correctly!” He spat.

“Oh, Kazuichi, give me a break! It is not that deep! Nobody even needs to use the elevator at this very moment!” You shifted your position right next to him, crossing your arms over your chest in a pouting display.

“If you’re not gonna help, then just go away!” He leaned forward toward you, raising the wrench in his hand in exasperation. You jolted backwards, leaning away from him with a fright.

…

Things got really awkward, very fast. The air went dead silent and all anger drained from his face. He lowered the wrench as a blank expression took over, followed by one of slight embarrassment. Did you really think he was gonna hit you with it? A moment passed, and you both looked away from each other, refusing to make eye contact.

“H-hey…” Kazuichi hesitated for a second, then made up his mind. Grabbing your shoulder, he seized you into his chest and held you tightly. His mind flashed back to his years in the family shop, to glimpses of his dad screaming whenever he angered him, even hitting him sometiimes for fucking up on a car. He might have even deserved it - he thought - but you didn’t. For sure, you didn't. He respected but feared his father, and he didn’t want to make anyone feel like that, especially not you. “I would never hit ya like that! Y-you gotta know that, right?!” His voice broke as he fought back tears. “I’m sorry for being an asshole today. This place just fuckin’ sucks you know? I can’t take it anymore!” You felt wetness soak through your shirt on your shoulder though you couldn’t see his face. You returned the hug, pulling him tighter into yourself. You two sat like that for a long while, resigned to give the elevator another try sometime later.

Nekomaru Nidai

You and Nekomaru were kinda… a thing? It was complicated because you were two very different people, but there was a little spark, a mutual crush that was known of and whispered about by the other students. It was weird, because you two flirted with each other, but nothing really ever happened because when he was around, you felt like a flustered mess, a puddle of mush. He was an intimidating, extroverted mountain of a man, and it was easy to become nervous in his presence. It’s like you were touch-starved, head over heels for your handsome classmate and yet the thought of him touching you turned you into an anxious idiot at the same time. You spent a quite lot of time together but there was rarely any touching other than a motivational clap on the back or the slap when you made a good joke, maybe even a very platonic-feeling bear hug as a greeting every once in a while.

In fact, you saw more chemistry between him and Akane, or even him and Hajime, two people he hung out with all the time. Heck, he touched Akane a lot more than he ever touched you. It made you feel a bit jealous, even. You felt silly even admitted this to yourself, as he wasn’t even your boyfriend and could do whatever he pleased, but it was frustrating nonetheless.

You wanted to be mature, to be honest and communicate your feelings with him once and for all because the pining, the unfulfilled feelings were driving you crazy but it had totally blown up in your face. Turns out your relationship with him was a lot more complicated than you originally thought. The talk ended up as a bit of an argument… well, it felt like you were arguing and stumbling over your feelings while he didn’t seem to be upset at all, which made you feel even more overwhelmed. You felt childish, unable to express yourself in a way that didn’t feel humiliating. He always seemed willing to talk something out, but at the same time didn’t really seem to understand how you felt in any other way than on a platonic level. He motivated, talked to, trained, and fixed people for a living, but maybe sports and romance were just too different for this conversation to click in his head. Or maybe… you were reading the signs all wrong. Maybe he didn’t like you back at all. Maybe you and your peers had misinterpreted his fondness for you as flirting, and you decided to accept that. You respectfully asked him to forget about everything you said, and apologized for the confusion and awkwardness, making your swift exit.

Sulking, dejected and needing some alone time, you walked along the lengthy bridge that connected Jabberwock Park to the island that housed the supermarket and resort. The sun was in the process of setting, leaving the island nearly dark with last last bits of daylight.

“(Y/N)!” You looked up from your navel-gazing to see a large figure bolting toward you at the speed of light. Nekomaru’s sudden appearance startled you even though you knew the guy to be loud and over the top. At that distance, you may not have been able to tell it was him in this little lighting if he weren’t yelling out your name. You’d recognize the voice from a mile away. As he finally approached, not the least bit out of breath, he began to speak immediately.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” He seemed a bit different, a bit less charged-up than his usual state. It was like a calm state of focus.

“Hey… Nekomaru.” You smiled weakly, still extremely nervous standing in his shadow. You had to tell yourself that you only felt this way because you liked him, and you had to let go of those feelings. “What’s up?” You twiddled your thumbs timidly, eluding the eye contact.

“I wanted to talk to you about earlier. When we chatted… well, I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s been bothering me! So…” His brow furrowed. It wasn’t often he was speechless. “Uhhh..” he stalled in his deep rumble of a voice. He took a step closer to you, and you took one skittish step back. It felt weird having him in your personal bubble. It bred butterflies in your stomach. You began to shiver. It was partly because of the chill in the evening air, and partly because you dreaded confrontation like this. You feared he would make this more painful and awkward than it already was. Why couldn’t he leave it be? You weren’t his type, you accepted that! You took another self-conscious step back.

“We don’t really need to talk about it. I get how you feel, it’s fi-” a gasp passed through your lips as his massive hand suddenly flew down toward you. You flinched backward just a tad and felt your heel slip off the edge of the bridge. His hand found its desired destination around your waist and he pulled you in snugly to his wide, warm chest.

“W-why did you do that?” You looked up at him, your face pulsating with warmth just underneath the skin. He raised a brow apphrehensively at your reaction.

“You were shaking, so I figured you were cold. Plus, you were about to fall off the bridge. Two birds, one stone! Bet you’re warmin’ up now, huh?” He grinned down at you briefly before the wary expression took over again. “Hey, I know I’m a big dude an’ all, but you don’t need to be afraid of me or anything…” he mumbled and you could feel him speak from your position smashed against his chest. You looked down now, a bit ashamed that you made him feel that way. You didn’t know why he cared what you thought of him, but you could hear the slight hurt in his voice.

“I’m not scared of you, Nekomaru… quite the opposite…”

“Whaddaya mean?” What did he mean what do you mean??? Was he really that clueless? You literally had a whole conversation about this earlier today. Did the meaning of your words fly totally over his head… or were you just not clear enough?

“Nekomaru… I’m not scared I just…” you paused, debating just shutting up then and there, “I just get really nervous around you because… I really like you. Like as more than a friend…”

“You do?” Why did he sound genuinely surprised?

“I told you so earlier…”

“You did?!” He donned a puzzled look, and you looked up at him, incredulous. “No way!”

“I told you how I felt earlier, and you didn’t seem to feel the same so I let it go!”

“See, I told you it’s been bothering me, because I couldn’t for the life of me understand what you were so upset about earlier!” He threw his head back in one of his endearing, hearty laughs. What was that stereotype? Dumb jock?

“I mean, I tried to tell you, without being too forward or blunt. I was afraid you’d reject me…”

“Haha! Next time, why don’t you try to be more straightforward and honest with your feelings? It feels good!” He flexed the arm that held you close, giving you a good squeeze. You felt your cheeks warm up sheepishly.

“Like I said… you make me nervous…” you chuckled diffidently.

“Well, what do you say we try that talk again?” He began to resume the walk across the bridge, with you under his arm. “This time, we both be clear adn honest with each other?” His eyebrow wriggled rather mischeviously. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised with the results.”

Twogami / Ultimate Imposter

You’d spent nearly all of what little time you’d been on the island with Byakuya. You were starting to form a little crush on him, and he was rather fond of you as well (not that he’d ever openly admit it) so he allowed it. You of course knew about the Togami family’s power and influence, everyone did, so you found yourself a bit shy around him, but having fun at the same time getting to know him. You were a bit of of a people pleaser, both curious about him and eager to help if he needed it. There were times when you two simply hung out, like two normal people, and sometimes he even seemed to find you as fascinating as you found him. When he found himself asking one too many questions about you, however, he always seemed to reel it in, pulling back like he had some type of wall up.

You were fine with it. You’d just met a few days ago after all, and the friendship… or something more, would form when it formed. You didn’t want to force it. You were already feeling a bit silly and about wanting to connect with the Ultimate Affulent Progeny in the first place. Someone with his wealth and status could probably spend his time with anyone he wanted.

The threat of the start of a potential killing game was putting everyone on edge, even the scion himself, though he carried it better than most. He genuinely looked like someone your class might be able to look to as a leader.

The group had decided to throw a little party later that night, and you offered to help Byakuya tick off and confiscate all weapons or even potential weapons in the old building that would house this party… for some reason. Every loose wooden plank, every butter knife, every pointy object had to go. It felt like he knew something no one else did… but, you happily followed along, helping him with this task. Honestly, though, on the inside, you feared he was being a little too uptight. How would he enjoy the little get together tonight in this state of uneasiness?

In between locking up items he dubbed nefarious and double checking every corner of the building, you two actually got to know each other a little better. After hours of work, he was satisfied. All the while, he seemed to be watching Teruteru and Nagito like a hawk as the two shuffled in and out of the building preparing tonight’s dishes and cleaning respectively. What was Byakuya hiding from you? Why all the suspicion? Did he genuinely think one of your classmates would kill someone tonight? That was just insane to even think about.

Trying to ease his mind, you started up an innocent conversation.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, really! Tonight will be great! I know it. I brought my good luck charm and everything!” Smiling and seeking to distract his tense mind, you brought a little trinket out from your back pocket. In your flattened out hand you displayed a little baby blue pocket knife, barely the size of your palm. “My dad gave it to me when I was really little, and I -”

“What is wrong with you?!” Byakuya’s hand shot out toward you to grab the small blade and you flinched backward, holding your hands up defnesively and dropping it onto the floor in the process. The sudden, angry movement had frightened you, especially coming from a man who knew how to hold an intimidating presence.

The silence then was palpable as it hung in the air, and he, the real him, wanted to apologize, to explain himself and express regret for overreacting. He wanted to say that you’d been a joy to hang out with these past few days and that he’d never raise a hand to you, but Byakuya Togami would never lower himself to say these things… and right now, he was Byakuya Togami. He steeled himself to speak.

“I was merely going to confiscate the blade from you. What a gross overreaction…” He spoke condescendingly. “Do you really think me some animal, some lesser beast who physically assaults people? Don’t insult me so…” He scoffed, plucked the blade from the ground and pocketed it. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve dealt with, but clearly you’ve been hanging around with the dregs of humanity.” Crossing his arms nonchalantly over his chest, he left you there without another word, satisfied that his facade had remained in tact. Inside, it burned, it hurt to be so cruel to such a sweet person like you. He left to make final preparations for the party tonight and you stayed behind, offering to help Teruteru and Nagito since you were already there. It would take your mind off of the humiliation you just suffered.

Early into the next morning, when Monokuma dismissed the survivors of the very first class trial back to their cottages at last, you’d nearly missed it as you crawled onto your bed in a tired, traumatized ball:

A rectangular black box sat on your bedside table. It wasn’t yours, and you were sure your cabin door was locked. How did it even get there?

You opened it cautiously and found the most expensive looking, elegant, and elaborate looking pen in the world within. On one side was the Togami family crest, engraved delicately and masterfully. Tucked under it was a small note. You read it, tears welling up immediately.

A replacement good luck charm - T

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham felt totally secure with you, a feeling he’d never truly felt with anyone else. He’d never state it in plain words, but it was true nonetheless. You’d always been accepting of him and his rather eccentric ways. He didn’t need to feel like an outcast around you. He felt completely seen, understood on a whole new level. He could’ve sworn you cast some sort of spell over him, the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears would feel like they were on fire when you complimented him or held his hand. He nearly burst into flames when you once pecked his cheek with your soft lips after he carried a bunch of stuff back to your cabin for you as a favor.

You two spent nearly every day together. Everyone knew you two were a thing and you didn’t mind the teasing. You had no reason to be ashamed of how you felt about Gundham. He was the kindest soul you’d ever met, it just took a little digging to figure that out. Other than Hajime and Sonia - the only other two who really tried to get to know him - you were the only one who he’d let tend to the Devas. You often held them, fed them, watched them in your cabin when Gundham showered or needed a short break. The hamsters and Gundham himself provided a much needed light for you in the darkness of this killing game. The little things you did with him mattered so much to you. You appreciated every moment when in this place, you could be very much dead the next day. You swam at the pool and went shopping at the supermarket together on the main island, ate at the diner together on the second, hung out at the music venue together on the third, and now, trapped in the funhouse with starvation as the motive, Gundham insisted that you share the sound-proof, luxury room with him.

You’d initially gotten extremely flustered by his request but eventually accepted. Gundham didn’t seem to think twice about it. You supposed he was so naive to romance that he saw nothing wrong with you two sharing a bedroom at all. Maybe he did know, but cared more about your safety than the embarrassment. You knew he’d never do anything without your express permission anyway, so after deliberating, decided it was a non-issue. It was unusual for Monomi not to pop up to protest, however.

Days into being trapped in the funhouse, you sat at the small desk in your room feeling like a total asshole. You’d been in an argument with Gundham earlier, one that you’d totally started and knew you were in the wrong for. You rarely ever had a disagreement with him, much less gotten into a full-on fight. It was a bit one-sided however, as you yelled and complained while he just tried to reason with you and ultimately ended up leaving you alone in the room for some space. You regretted it the instant he left, and had made up your mind to apologize the second he returned. You were miserable: starving and dead tired from Monokuma Tai Chi every morning, but that was no excuse for your behavior. Everyone else was hungry and cranky, too, and you’d taken your anger out on Gundham for no reason.

You pulled out the headphones and small MP3 player Hajime gifted you when you hung out a few weeks back and slumped forward on the desk, moping as you put the headphones in and blasted the music as loud as the cheap earbuds would allow. You had to pass the time somehow, and walking around looking for Gundham when he’d eventually come back here to sleep would waste what little energy you had left. There was a small part of your mind that wondered: what if he didn’t come back? Your heart ached. Everyone was starving… someone would have to kill soon to get out of this hopeless situation. You could only hope and pray that the last thing you said to Gundham wouldn’t be that hateful nonsense. You let yourself zone out, head down on the desk and eyes closed lazily. You began to doze off and wouldn’t know how long you were out.

You awoke to the music still blasting in your ears and a tap on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” Groggily you turned to see Gundham behind you. Gripped tightly in his gauze-wrapped hand was a large, sharp knife the length of your forearm. Your eyes widened and you screamed, taken off guard by the frightening sight. “Gundham, please, no!” It was a bit odd that he looked more shocked than you did as you backed away from him, falling off the chair and onto the floor behind it with a thud. Tears began to stream down you face.

You didn’t think it would end like this, but it was kinda of the perfect location. The room was sound-proof, after all. You just never expected a betrayal this cruel. Maybe you should’ve. After all this time, all of these deaths, it was naive to truly trust anyone on this island. Why did it have to be him though of all people? Maybe he had to do this. After all, the Devas were starving, too, and they meant the world to him. Getting out meant saving them as well.

Tossing the knife onto the bed, he rushed over to you, kneeling to the floor and tearing the earbuds out of your ears.

“What sort of demon has possessed you?!” Confusion coated his visage and the Devas hopped down from their master’s scarf and swarmed you, sensing your distress.

“What do you mean?! You just scared the shit outta me!” Fresh tears sprang forward with your frustration.

“That was never my intention, my beloved…” he shook his head apologetically.

“Well you can’t just pop up out of nowhere with a knife like that, especially in a situation like this! I thought you were about to fucking murder me!”

“I assumed you knew that I would never do you harm, so I didn’t see an issue with my approach… These other peasants would do well to fear my dark powers, but I thought you knew that my loyalties lie with you, dear one!” He pulled off one of his dramatic gestures. You pulled your knees up into yourself, suddenly feeling very stupid.

He proceeded to explain that while he was gone, he’d decided to take on the Final Dead Room in hopes of finding a route of escape from the funhouse because he couldn’t stand to see you suffer like this for a single day more. Instead, he came upon a cache of weapons of every sort and size, and begged you to keep that fact a secret. Pulling you to your feet, he sat you down on the bed and handed you the knife.

“Since I can not spirit you away from this hell, I have chosen to provide you with the means to defend yourself should I ever fail to. Hide it somewhere that is always accessible to you and no one else. And my darling, I beg of thee,” he pleaded, “cease all usage of that wretched machine!” He pointed to the MP3 player discarded onto the ground. “You must be on your guard at all times in this place, especially if the Devas and I are not there to guard you.” Your bottom lip quivered, heart swelling at his concern for you, even after you screamed at him earlier. You sat the knife down and threw your arms around him, collapsing into his chest. You didn’t deserve him.

“I’m so sorry, Gundham! After I sat here and bitched at you for no reason, you went out and still thought of my safety? I’m so, so sorry!”

“Think nothing of it, dear one…” He mumbled, burying his red face in his scarf.

Teruteru Hanamura

Most of the your other classmates were repulsed or at the very least annoyed by Teruteru’s antics. His behavior: overtly flirty and forward, even to the point of perversion, was a major turn off for most of the people he talked to, but you actually really liked him. You found his one-liners funny, his pick up lines amusing. He was genuinely fun to hang out with, in your opinion. He complimented you a lot, and you would playfully tease and flirt back. He really seemed to enjoy the matching of his energy, and though you’d only known each other for about a week, you spent a lot of time together. He was usually showing you some simple yet delicious recipes and letting you taste test his meals (of course with a lot of innuendos built in) and you would share your interests with him while you cooked together. You noticed, also, that the more time you spent with him, the less time he spent bothering the others. Maybe all he needed was a little positive attention all along.

Tonight, all of your classmates would be attending a party, both to socailize and ensure that nothing could happen because you’d all be in the same place, which would leave too many witnesses, therefore making a killing unlikely. Teruteru of course was excited to do what he did best and provide the meals for the party, but his mood seemed to be like a rollercaster that day. As you spent hours helping him cook, sometimes leaving to take breaks or talk to the others, he seemed to go from flirty to worried, salacious to nervous, confident to angry. His mood seemed to turn foul when Nagito would waltz by the kitchen, passing through as he did his assigned cleaning duties in the party building. You noted this, but it was strange, as you hadn’t known Teruteru to particularly dislike any of your peers… Did he have an issue with Nagito? But Nagito was so chill…

No matter the reason for his mood swings, you took them for what they were and tried to help out by offering an extra hand (which he made a dirty joke about) or changing the subject when he got gloomy. You could only do so much to stabilize his mood, however, and eventually he seemed to just be barking orders or frustrated with you. He was already in a bad mood and you didn’t want to contribute to it. You weren’t a true chef anyway and you were probably just getting in the way, you figured, so you took a big tray of finished dishes and began to make your way out to the dining hall.

Your shoe caught onto a thick chord just outside the kitchen door, just a piece of junk Nagito hadn’t gotten to yet and you tumbled forward, spilling the entire tray onto the floor. You gasped as you hit the floor, your knees stinging with the impact. Teruteru, who witnessed the whole thing, ran over to you with a shriek to make sure you were okay. The melancholy melted away, and checking on you was all that mattered.

“(Y/N)!” Mistaking his tone for anger because of his previously existing foul mood, you were startled by his approach, flinching away, shrinking backwards slightly. You fucked up, you ruined the dishes he spent hours making. He was probably furious with you. He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked by that instinctual response from you. With your reaction, he finally realized how rude he’d been to you all night. It wasn’t your fault Nagito was up to no good, and even knowing what he knew, he shoudn’t have taken his mood out on you. He was pushing away the one person who treated him with such kindness and respect on this island. His mother wouldn’t have been proud of that. “Take my hand.” He extended it to you and helped you to your feet.

“I’m so sorry, Teruteru, your food-!” You began to apologize profusely but he cut you off.

“I can always make more. I enjoy making more. Are you alright? You took quite the spill!” He smiled warmly at you. “I shoudln’t have been so… intense earlier. My apologies.”

“Oh I’m fine! It’s okay. But, about the food… are you sure it’s gonna be okay? Can we really make more in time?” He nodded enthusiastically in response. When you beamed back at him, he felt his inside twist into a knot.

He had to stop Nagito tonight. It was decided. He didn’t know how, or the extent of Nagito’s plans, but he couldn’t let him start the killing game with that knife he’d caught him taping under the the dining hall table earlier that morning.

Because… what if Nagito chose you, as his victim?

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After one experiment that turned out to be way too much of a success,Mikan ended up with a bottomless libido,and now if she doesn't get sex for 5 minutes, she will go insane.

But the problem is that nobody wants to do her anymore, since she pretty much breaks the pelvis of all the girls and boy in the class.

One of them grabs his chance at glory; however, Hajime the timid (yes) student for the reserve class who has the biggest crush on the nurse, decides to be the one who will sacrifice his pelvis for the sake of his beloved!

Even if he has to drink the potion himself.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"More, more, more, more, more, moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!"

She needed to fuck.

She wanted to fuck.

She DEMANDED to fuck.

But...who could help her? When she first ingested the potion, when she first became her new, sex-hungry, self, she'd thought she had it made. Hope's Peak Academy was filled with boys and girls who'd loved to have sex with a busty, curvy, horny nurse woman.

But...one by one they fell.

Ibuki, Chihiro, Kazuichi, Tenko, Angie, Nekomaru, Akane, Ibuki, Nagito, Kaito, Mondo, Ibuki, Sonia, Toko, Syo, Seiko, Great Gozu, Gonta, Sakura, Ibuki-!!!!!

So many Ultimates tried, so many Ultimates failed. Now, Mikan was left locked up in her nurse's office, fingers trying and failing to work her naked, horny, body, but...it just wasn't working!!! Damn it...who can help her...

"Um...hello?"

!!!!! Fresh...meat?~ Mikan got up and saw...admittedly the plainest looking guy she saw in her life. But he seemed earnest, if a bit nervous. But, who cares for that. He was a warm body that'll least be good as a human dildo for a bit!!

"Whyyy, hello~ Been a while since I've had a patient...why don't you let Nurse Tsumiki give you long, hard, check-up!!!!" she giggled, almost uncontrollably, before dashing at Hajime.

Unaware of his 'boost'.

Right before he entered the room, after being selected from a group of 'expenda-erm, valued mandatory volunteers' from the Reserve Course, he was approached by a limping Seiko and Chisa. Apparently, the pharmacist had been tinkering with something similar to what changed Mikan and had made Hajime drink it right before he entered.

The results of which had quite the dramatic timing~ At one moment, Hajime was on the ground, looking up to see feral, horny, Mikan slobbering all over him and looking ready to claim her prize! The next moment, she was suddenly on her back, stunned, yet also pleasantly surprised at what she saw: a focused, ripped Hajime, with a cock ready to 'tame' this beast once and for all!!

"I've heard you've been having quite trouble being satisfied. Don't worry! I'll do my best to help you!!" He...he sounded so honest? Huh? For a moment, that libido ebbed and Mikan felt touched...but then the fire started anew. Anew just as the thing to douse said flames penetrated her!

Pinning Mikan in a mating press, Hajime has begun to relentlessly dick her down, like his cock was having a mind of his own in ravaging her pussy. He needed this just as badly as her given the potion he drank and she felt so tight and warm~ He couldn't help himself in not only going faster, but even kissing her as well! Mikan was already moaning like a beast from the fucking, but when he kissed her?

Thar drove her to return it with fervor!! Locking her legs around him, she returned the kissing with gusto and a lot of tongue for her new lover. Encouraging him to keep going and fucking and, eventually, filling up her womb with as much cum that he had stored up as possible!!! Until she was all tuckered out...and it was guaranteed she would be carrying his child.

Not that she minded~

#DRhinata-R18 #DRtsumiki-R18

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transformers-bold-bright-brisk · 1 year

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Prince’s First Day

Pt. 2 / Pt. 1: A Stern Talking To

Tagging @sonia-aquamarineson @asmito @novafire-is-thinking @bdwarrior1

Summary: Basically Prince and Predaking having an argument about Prince needing to attend RBA(Rescue Bots Academy).

Preview: Prince is what can be referred to as a “spoiled brat”. Of course they weren’t always like that. In fact, he used to be polite, just on the verge of well behaved… for a hyper newborn dragon, that is.

Apparently the all powerful Predaking didn’t know any better and never exactly said ‘no’ all that much when raising Prince. If you catch my drift? Not to mention letting them get away with pretty much anything—heck—he could probably get away with murder if they wanted to.

With Predaking having to deal with the backlash of his people not being all too happy with his protégé’s behavior; he decides to send them to RBA to where he has a trusted friend who’s teaching there. To help Prince take a break from the royal life and to realign their misguidedness.

May Primus help whose poor spark is entrusted with the feral beast.

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Once upon a time…there was a young prince, who lived in a far far away kingdom. A land of Predacons. Voracious creatures who roamed an entire planet known as The Predacon Kingdom. The Predacon Kingdom is ruled by their terrifying yet benevolent king—Predaking. Also known as mentor to their majesty Prince, of The Predacon Kingdom. No, not as in a spawn of the king; their literal name is ‘Prince’.

Their relationship is not simply bound by the energon flowing through their veins. The bond between the two cannot be described as nothing more than an apprenticeship. At least, in the beginning it was…

CLATTER!

Now they have begun to have a closer bond…

SLAM!

Such as a bond between a parent and child…

CRASH!

Loud noises have disrupted the staff within the castle, with everyone turning their heads to triangulate where noise came from. Echoing off the walls and down the corridors, another loud tumbling of what seems to be a gargantuan sized chair. On top of the chair was a small two headed metallic dragon, with sharp yellow claws, a protoform as dark as graphite, and big orange wings emanating a neon glow. The little dragon suddenly had light shining through one head’s neck to its jaw, which immediately shot a large coordinated blast of fire at its target.

“I’m not going to some stupid school on some stupid planet- a billion lightyears away!” Prince shouted. “And you can’t make me!” The two headed dragon jumped into the air and perched himself on a jagged beam connected to the large dome ceiling.

“You will attend the academy, whether you like it or not—child!” Retorted the grand dragon Predaking. An enormous rough-scaled mechanical beast, with big sharp claws and armor dark as obsidian. His body is lined with alien magma shining through his seams and crevices. Most of all, his body takes up a majority of the room as he has been chasing his protege all over the castle. Trying his hardest to be reasonable, though it seems as if nothing would be able to get Prince to listen.

“Why are you trying to make this difficult for me? Attending the academy is your “punishment” for your recent inappropriate behavior!”

“Why? Why?! Are you kidding me?! You're sending me off to get—to get domesticated!”

“For the last time! Learning manners and proper discipline, for your sake and others, isn't as cruel as surrendering your free will! And it's not as if this was my only choice-”

Just as Predaking was about to finish his statement, Prince shot a stream of fire at their mentor’s face; and they took off thinking he was distracted. Leaping off the beam and heading down the nearest corridor. But he didn't have enough time to realize how unfazed Predaking was with his attack.

As Prince was in midair, giant talons suddenly wrapped around him—restraining the little dragon. “Let go, you jerk!” Exclaimed Prince, as he spat another blast of fire at Predaking’s muzzle.

Predaking shook off the flames and replied sternly, “No—I will not tolerate your immature behavior any longer. You’re going to do as I say, and you will do it even if I have to force you through that portal myself.” Prince still continued to struggle in his mentor’s grasp.

Whatever Predaking said went through one audial and out the other. They were putting up one heck of a fight against his opponent, even though he knew deep down it was pointless. But he wasn’t one to back down from a fight so easily.

— — —

#I’ll be honest-I totally forgot I was writing this #like as in I started this THREE WEEKS AGO #but hey at least it has multiple parts #which I don’t know how feel about yet #I’m not exactly what you call… a consistent creative #but I hope this short little one shot can suffice #I think writing one shots would be better for me since I don’t think I could survive if I tried writing a whole as chapter again #tf fan continuity #transformers bold bright brisk #maccadam #transformers #maccadams #prince #predaking #one shot #lore-ish

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spookytastemakercolor · 2 years

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ALL MINE

Gundham x F!reader

This was a request from one of my friends! (Not disclosing who they are here) This is going to be a smut and rather feral at that! So read at your own will!!! AND MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Yandere, predator prey scenario, SMUT, bondage (scarf), biteing/marking, nip biting, overstimulated fucking, pet name (Bunny), dirty talking, slight humiliation, slight Breeding talk, scratching, mention of killing, Gore, no protection, gagging (reader receiving), implied stalking, deadly hide and seek

You wonder how you ended up like this.

It's been 3 hours by now, since HE started this twisted game of hide and seek. You can't go to anyone for help. HE killed them, their all gone. It's quite, oh so quiet, where your hiding at. The silence scares you. Your breath sounds 10x more loud and so does everything around you.

Oh how did this happen?

The day was the same always when your apart of a death game made by a living build-a-bear, you don't know if it's remote controlled or actually real. Everything was the same, Nagito following Hajime while being a nuisance, Mikan was with Ibuki singing on stage, Sonia and Akane both sunbath on the beach. You were waiting for soda, he's your best friend on the island.

Waiting on the bench that had a straight view of the beach, and also a view of everyone else, you sigh thinking he's late. About to get up, someone cover's your eye's making you panic for a minute before recognizing the gloves with dried oil on them. " Guess who~~!!!! " the sound of a all to familiar voice laced with excitement makes a smile cross your face.

" Soda!!!!! " Turning around, you hug him over the bench while he let's out a short laugh. Letting him go, you notice the oil stains on him and giggle while wiping one on his cheek " You got a little oil there Soda, plane more difficult than you expected? " the playful tone in your voice and the sly look you give him causes pink to spread all over his face. He sputters while trying to find a response to your teasing.

" I-I guess you could say that. . . . " he looks away before shaking his head and turning to you with excitement in his eyes. " Hey, I have a idea! " giving a simple hum he continues, " Why don't we meet up tonight! Just you and me! We can hang out on the beach and stargaze! " your face heats up as you respond to him, closing your eyes and smiling up at him " Of course Soda! I'll meet you at 10, OK? " getting onto your toes you peck his cheek before leaving, not noticing the flustered Soda

And the eyes watching from afar filled with rage. . . .

Your breath stills as you hear the footsteps just a few feet away from your hiding spot. Shuffling closer into the darker parts of your spot you think back to why the hell this is happening. You rarely seen him,

Gundham Tanaka

,he was another one of the victims of the game but when you first speaked to him something felt. . . . OFF about him. The way he looked at you still makes you shiver when thinking about it,his pet hamsters always found a way into your dorm room somehow, rare chats with him were rather. . . . . . Interesting, he's always in the same area as you or even before you! It gets creepy fast and it didn't help that you felt someone WATCHING you every night and during the day, you should have known.

That's when you hear his voice, it makes every nerve in your body freeze and your gut drop like a pit. It's far away but when you hear it again, it's closer. . . .

" Bunny~. . . Where are you? I promise I won't hurt you! I just lost my temper with that stupid mechanic, that's all! "

Those WORDS. You can't help the tiny sob that slips past your lips as you remember what you and Soda were doing before this all happened. But, you couldn't do anything!

Walking along the sandy path, you and Soda were making jokes while laughing together. " Oh god! You remember when Ibuki tried to do a backflip while playing her guitar? " your breath was catching up with itself as Soda recalled the event " Yeah! She fell face first and ended up having to get patched by Mikan! " it caused you to go back in a laughing fit.

Stopping behind Soda, he turns around while smiling at you with his eyes half liding. When your laughing died down you look at him, curious and confused. " Soda? Is something wrong? " he walked closer to you before stopping in front of you, grabbing your chin with his hand " God, your more beautiful under the moonlight. . . "

BLOOD

That's all you see after those words before running into the hotel like building on the island, him almost right behind you, calling you bunny and trying to explain.

That's what happened before this started. Before you realized that while you were out, he killed everyone before going after Soda. Without realizing it, you shuffle forward slightly because it had been quite for a while. The minute your back was to the darkness, two hands sprout from it. One wraps around your waist while the other covers your mouth, that's when you feel the solid chest behind you and someone whispering in your ear.

" There we go bunny! I finally got ya'. . . . " you immediately try to get away, you still hearing him growl and feeling something hard press against you. " Now now bunny, we don't want you to escape again. " seeing a chance as you feel his hand loosen, you bite on the fingers you can reach. Big mistake. He grunts before forcing his fingers further down your throat, causing you to gag.

" Bunny. . . . . Such a naughty little thing. Maybe you should be punished hmm? Have you begging to be forgiven while I corrupt your soul? Doesn't that sound lovely bunny~. . . . " the blush that covers your face and the obvious heat between your legs makes you feel sick.

' Why is my body reacting like this!?!? ' it screams in your head while you continue to choke on his fingers. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck while he continues to talk, causing you to lean your head further on them. " Such pretty noises bunny~. . . . . I wonder what else that little mouth of yours can do? " His hand on your waist lowers to the heam of your pants, causing a slightly gagged whimper from you.

His hand stopped right on top of your mound, causing you to pull your thighs together inevitably rubbing against him. He growled before letting out a deep chuckle, his fingers left the wet cavern that is your mouth and covered over it again " So cute. You don't need to be scared bunny, your in good hands. Why don't I move us somewhere more comfortable hm? My friends will take care of everything else. "

You should be scared, even terrified at what he just whispered to you! But if your being honest with yourself, you don't feel terrified. If anything, it turns you on, you've been sneaking secret glances at him the first few days you knew him until feeling watched and, even as he brings you to his dorm smiling like a phycopath, you can't help the excitement in your stomach.

It gets ripped out of your body for a minute thought, once you see Soda's body. A pure bloody mess is the best way to describe it, you could barley tell it was him unless you notice the few clumps of pink hair still on his head. The skull was more than likely caved in, a single spear through his torso coming out from both ends, the knife marks were the easiest to notice though, and you wish you didn't see them.

His tounge was cut off laying in a front pocket, his arms were covered in slashes that show he put a fight, his stomach though. . . . . It was ripped open, everything on bloody display with the knife lodged in his lungs. " Oh! I'm sorry you have to see the mess bunny! I guess they haven't got to him yet. " his voice went monotone at the end with a underlay of anger as his smile dropped.

Before being able to question him your brought into his room, which is right where the beach is, his smile came back as he set you down on the bed. Getting a good lock at him you finally take in how he looks, his hair's down with the white strand falling in front of his face slightly and he has blood on his clothes, and the tent in his pants is almost hidden if it wasn't for the lights being on. The slight whine in the back of your throat causes a deep chuckle to come from him

" So impatient, aren't you bunny? " He walks closer to the bed while taking off his scarf, causing you to scoot further up the bed as he starts to get on it. " G-Gundham, I don't kno- " you couldn't finish your sentence as he engulfed your lips in a heated kiss. His tounge slipped in while he grabbed your waist, dragging you closer to him which caused a whimper to slip past your lips.

Breaking off the kiss he smirks at your flustered face, you still look so god damn innocent and he already feels those dark twisted thoughts about how to ruin you creep up again. That'll have to wait though, maybe another time he will do it but right now he doesn't want to risk you running again in fear or getting him caught by the bear. " Put your wrist together for me bunny~. " the way his voice drops makes your head turn away while holding both hands together in front of you, his smirk grows even bigger. " So obedient. . . . Maybe I should use that against you, huh Bunny? "

If you didn't blush before now you were, his voice went husk on bunny and the feeling of him binding your wrists with this scarf causes you to look back at him, " Why did you tie my wrists? " it was mainly to get confirmation on what he intended to do and also to know if he was going to drug you or not, " Don't worry about it bunny, like I said before! Your in good hands~. " pulled into another kiss he doesn't give you a break with the kisses, only rarely do you get your breath when he pulls away for a second, his hands seem to wander while yours are bound and inbetween y'all

That's when he starts to practically tear off your clothes, causing you to jerk back before looking down to see the tatters below you. Looking back up at Gundham now only in your undergarments, he licks his lips looking you up and down before meeting your eyes on your pink face. " So pretty. . . . . Those clothes of yours really do help to hide most of it~. " you give a slight whine while looking away and closing your legs together.

He gives a short laugh before starting to take off the layers of clothes he has on, which you shamelessly watched, stopping at his pants " Why do you get to keep your pants and my clothes are in- " " Because I'M the one in charge Bunny. " you closed your mouth while looking him in the eyes, they were possessive and dangerous. Seeing you finally shut up he smiled before moving to getting rid of your last remaining clothes, he tore the straps on your bra and unclipped it so it came off, he was annoyed that you were blocking his view but moved onto what was what you both had been anticipated. Lowering down he grabs your underwear with his teeth, having to move your legs with his hand to achieve it, before leaving you fully exposed.

You tried closing your legs but his hands stopped you from doing that. He didn't take his eyes of your cunt, practically drooling at the near sight of it! He licked his lips before looking up at you, his eyes searching for any discomfort or disapproval, you gave him a nervous but gentle smile so he knew you were fine with this. Once he had the clear his eyes sparkled and he dived down

And oh sweet FUCK!

You didn't even have a chance to prepare for it or to ask him not to go crazy with it! Your moans were loud, and so were the whines, whimpers, and the broke curses falling from your mouth, but that just seemes to drive Gundham MORE. He was eating you out like some sort of fucking gourme dessert, his tounge was licking you like crazy. And if not? It was drilling like a jackhammer almost! It wasn't taking long for your first orgasm to ride up on you, almost chanting Gundham's name as a warning.

" G-Gundham! I-Ha~! I'm-! " you couldn't finish your final call to warn him before clamping around his tounge, he greedily lapped everything up while he moved his hands away to work on his pants while you came down from your high. He flipped you over which caught you by surprise and made you yelp, Gundham lifted the half of your body with your ass so it was in the air while your arms and slightly your chest was in the bed. " Bunny, I need you to tell me if it hurts alright? " He spoke while still sitting on his knees behind you, his pants and boxers now off letting you get a good look at his dick.

It was probably a good 6 to 9 inches and it looked thick as well, you whimpered slightly while clenching around nothing. He gave a smug but sweet grin " Don't worry bunny, I'll make it as painless as possible! " even though deep down he just wanted to make you a sobbing mess, it was for another time. All that mattered now was ruining what innocence was left in you, with that he slowly leaned forward onto you as you buried your head in your bound hands waiting for something to happen. But you got impatient. " Are you no-FUCK! "

He was quick with getting himself in all in one thrust but stayed still letting you get used to the feeling of it. " Shhhh. . . . It's alright bunny. Just relax ok? " he whispered it into your ear as you kept on whimpering, he planted kisses on your shoulder as he kept telling you it was fine and to relax. After a few minutes you wiggled your hips slightly before letting out a low whine, taking it as the green flag his movements were slow as he continued to plant kisses on your shoulder and sometimes your neck. The small moans and whines coming from you were small and unoticable, He wasn't gonna keep it at that.

His hand wandered down to your stomach as he drew his hips back, the tip being the only thing left inside, you were confused but practically SCREAMED when he slammed back in. His pace became sometimes along the lines of hard and beastly and it didn't help that he started to leave bites all over what skin he could reach, you were basically bouncing back and forth almost but his hand held you in place. When he stopped biting he started almost humiliating you " So loud! If I knew you'd be such a needy whore for me stuffing you full, I would have done this the first day! " he kept ramming you while giving audible groans and growls when you'd clench on him, it didn't take long for another orgasm to hit you but he didn't stop. Oh nononono! If anything it edged him on MORE. " g-Gundham! Ple-aH! please stAP! "

You felt like your nerves were on fire, but to your surprise, Gundham slowed down to the pace he started at which caused you to whimper instead of screaming your lungs out. He didn't stop his dirty talking though. " Did I already wear my bunny out? So pure that you can't even hold on longer? " He laughed while you tried ducking your head which looked like a tomato. That's when he flipped you over so you can look up at him, you whine from him not pulling out before flipping you " Such cute little noises, it's almost tempting to fuck that pretty mouth of yours instead. . . " he leaned in for a kiss before deciding to keep moving, you were still oversensitive though. " se-sensitive... " " I know bunny, I know. " he still kept it slow but started to slowly speed up which made your whimpers get louder.

He slowly got back to just ramming into you which made you start scream again but with his name instead, yelling like a banshee when he lifted your legs and hit your prostate. The glint in his eyes when he heard you made him stop for a minute before starting starting up again nailing that spot everytime. You kept tugging at the scarf hoping it would come undone and when it did you lached your arms around him, leave scratch marks on his back.

And by the GODS if that didn't break whatever self control he had. . .

Almost immediately he started biting you again while speeding up growling like a animal, in return you started to scream and scratch him leaving red marks all over his back. You hit another orgasm but instead of slowing down like before he kept fucking you without mercy, and you telling him to slow down wasn't even on your mind any more because your brain felt like mush almost. " Bunny! Hah! I don't think I'll be lasting much longer from you squeezing yourself around me! " you let out a high pitched whine while wet noises became more intense as he kept his animalistic pace up " God! I can't wait to pump you full with MY kids! You'll look so pretty filled to the brim! Maybe I'll even give you more once the first ones done! " that's when it dawned on you he wasn't wearing a condom and it might actually happen, BUT WHY SHOULD YOU GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT?

You were all his now and you LOVED it! You almost drew blood from his shoulder when he bite one of your nipples " g-GUnDham teEth!!!! " you could barely make words at this point, the overstimulation and the intensity of it all was driving you up a wall. Gundham's biting was just the tip of the iceberg. By now you had assumed it was dawn at this point but looking to the window you let out a gasp seeing that it was still dark out and having a third orgasm hit.

It was pure torture to you and pure bliss to Gundham, He'd seen what you do behind closed doors and it was agonizing that he couldn't rip that door off and just HELP you. He started to get sloppy, now finally getting his high, and reduced himself to growling and covering you in more bites. " Such a good Bunny..... Just a little more then I'll fill you like you deserve! " his voice dropped at the end and his words were surprisingly stable even though he was growling like crazy.

With one final thrust he stilled as you moaned while squeezing his dick dry. " T-There. . . . Just like you deserve. . . " he was huffing as were you but a little more ragged, trying to get every breath you could. He pulled out while laying beside you as you still tried to catch your breath. You felt tired and full, So you cuddled into his side while he let out a low chuckle. You fell asleep to him running his fingers through your hair, hearing one last thing before falling into darkness

" Goodnight Bunny~. . . . "

AND WE'RE AT THE END! I'm so sorry for the long read and if it was cringy. . . . . BUT let me know if you want improvements or you can request from my request page for another story like this (maybe even different stuff too!) But that's all for now! Hope you enjoyed my post!

#gundham tanaka #yandere #danganronpa #yandere danganronpa #yandere gundham tanaka #smutty #biting kink #scratching #soft gore #choking #no protection #stalking #f reader

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🎵Guess who's back? Back again...🎵

...with my second request for more writing sorcery from you. ✨

#10 and/or #46 for FirstPrince (those two kind of complement one another, just saying...lol. Up to you and your muse, though!)

THANK YOU!!

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep failing at keeping these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

You’re so right, Sonia, these two prompts do complement each other so well, and you inspired me to write a little Alex POV for a scene from an existing fic of mine! Thank you!! 💖

a kiss desperately and a kiss out of envy/jealousy

Alex sits in his booth playing with the label on his beer as he watches Henry at the bar, talking and laughing with some guy.

The other guy must feel him staring because he looks over at Alex and then says something to Henry. Henry’s eyes flicker over to him and Alex holds his gaze for a moment before he looks away, his attention going back to the other guy.

He knows it shouldn’t, but something hot churns in Alex’s gut as he watches them. Henry takes a sip of his drink and converses with the man, and Alex is only slightly mollified that Henry looks a little distracted and keeps glancing at him.

But then the other guy puts his hand on Henry’s fucking thigh and Alex can’t watch this anymore. There’s heat rising on the back of his neck and he stands, yanking his tie off, shoving it into his pocket and undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt. He grabs his beer and stalks over to Henry.

Standing behind him, Alex interrupts them and asks, “Is this guy bothering you?” before nonchalantly taking a long pull from his beer, feeling smug when Henry’s eyes focus on his throat as he swallows.

The other guy tries to answer for Henry, which only serves to annoy Alex more and he cuts him off, insisting that Henry answer. When Henry insists that things are fine, Alex takes matters into his own hands. He orders a vodka martini for Henry, despite the fact that he already has a drink and he’s far from finished.

Waiting for the bartender to make the martini, Alex looks around and notices that half the bar appears to be pretending not to watch the three of them. He smirks.

Alex tips the bartender generously, noting the way that she leans her elbows on the bar, clearly eager to see what happens next. He takes the glass, leaving his own beer on the bar and steps over to Henry.

Without a word, he takes the whiskey tumbler out of Henry’s hand and replaces it with the martini he’s holding.

“Vodka or gin?” Henry asks, his lips curling just a touch at the corner.

Alex gives him a slightly feral grin. “Vodka, of course.”

The other guy says something to Henry, but Alex isn’t paying attention, too busy looking at the way Henry’s elegant fingers hold the glass.

“I quite like vodka actually,” Henry says calmly, as if he’s discussing the weather. “If I’m in the right mood.”

“Fucking stellar.”

Henry goes back to talking to the other guy – his name is Jason, apparently. It doesn’t matter, because he doesn’t matter. Henry belongs to Alex. He stays close, shifting his weight so that his side is pressed against Henry’s arm and shoulder. Henry leans into him subtly.

He lets Jason drone on before interrupting him, challenging his anecdote. When Jason looks suitably annoyed, Alex ups his game.

“Seems to me like …” Alex gestures at Henry, as if he doesn’t know his name.

“Henry.”

“Seems to me like Henry here wasn’t interested in what you were saying anyway,” Alex drawls. “I think he’s much more interested in something else.”

Most of the people in the bar are watching them again, not even pretending this time that they’re not watching the scene at the bar unfold.

Alex moves to stand between Henry’s thighs with a smirk at Jason, before saying, “something like this.”

In one movement, he uses one hand to take the glass out of Henry’s hand, placing it on the bar behind him while simultaneously gripping the back of Henry’s neck a little desperately.

He pulls Henry in for a kiss; hard and fast, leaving no doubt for anyone watching them that Henry is his. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of Henry’s lips and when they part, he licks into his mouth. Henry tastes a little bitter from the alcohol but Alex doesn’t care because underneath that is the taste of Henry that helps quell the frenetic need pulsing through his veins.

Henry kisses him back, a soft moan escaping him that Alex greedily swallows as Henry’s fingers dig into his hips, pulling him closer.

When they pull apart, breathless, Henry smiles softly, all pretense now gone, “How did your mediation go, love?”

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If you want to find out what happens next, the original fic is Call Me Old Fashioned

(find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

#sending me more than one prompt just unleashes my competitive side #I WILL fit all of the prompts into one ficlet #so kiss me #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue fic #firstprince fic #rmd writes #rmd writes: rwrb snippet

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aquillis-main · 2 years

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Sonic Prime Notes Part 2

Episode 3:

Sonic didn't actually collapse in the post Shadow fight, nor did he forget about his friends.

Big is shown further away from the fight thanks to Shadow running into him to get to Sonic.

Rebel Rouge's face crushed in for group hug

"Baddies this way, baddies that way!" Sonic the Hedgehog in Sonic Prime Episode 3

Robots randomly pile up in doorway, allowing the Rebels to escape.

Tails Nine does not have cybernetics as he flies.

Sonic falls down to the bottom floor, which is awkward.

Nine's robo tails only use regular Tails' flying animation for his tails.

Dr. Deep 'Lost them', even though they're on camera.

Nine's walkng speed is faster than his octo-crawl.

The problem of Sonic feeling 'Guilty' about him not listening, Even though it was in Eggman's HANDS and there was NO OTHER OPTION

"Eggman didn't create the world, I did." Even though Sonic pulled the ME Shattering onto the Paradox Prism.

Sonic Slapstick Moment: 35

Episode 4:

"It's not like answers are gonna fall from the sky!" has three others fall out of the sky

Sonic keeps on making potshots at Knuckles, no matter the variation.

Sonic immediately goes 'Can you hear me?' Yet Tribal Rouge asks if they heard something.

Tribal Knuckles is Sticks in this universe.

Sonic needs to fix up a situation, because he accidentally caused the others to lose their food supply.

Also Games Sonic has better control of his speed.

Robutt joke

Sonic should have realized instantly that he's in a new world as soon as he saw sunlight.

Mangey, the Tails of Boscage Cage, is portrayed as a feral beast with not much else going on in his head. He also seems to be treated like a pet.

All the boys are utter idiots, and Gnarly is insane.

Sonic doesn't want the monster to show their face.

"Can't step on the gas!" when he's used to running in jungles already.

Thorn is the monster… And she looks like Sonia.

Thorn is an overenthusiastic environmentalist in comparison, when it would have been better if Cave!Eggman had been using her to prevent the others from scavenging.

Sonic is making good points to Thorn, but Thorn is not listening because she needs to be an antagonist for two episodes.

Thorn: "Do you ever stop Talking?" Sonic: "No, not really." <- Not Sonic's character to chat incessantly.

Thorn makes excuses as to why she shouldn't be listening to Sonic, yet they gave Sonic greater points over Thorn's, which comes across as 'I'm the adult, you're not'.

Sonic Slapstick Moment: 49

Episode 5:

Straight into flashback, AGAIN

Sonic could have made memories in more than one specific location in Green Hill - and yet the others are focused on one specific trees.

Implies that there is buildings in Green Hill, yet besides Tails' Workshop, we don't see the other buildings.

Amy gets pissed off over Sonic's disinterest in her way of memorizing, and gets snippy with him instead of actually explaining to him what he did wrong, like her actual self would do.

Sonic is still trying to talk to Thorn, even Thorn has admitted she wants to 'Shut everyone out'. Both in a literal sense, and a figurative sense.

Thorn is shutting out the sun to shut out the Scavengers, thus killing the undergrowth.

Sonic - literally trapped, has both the Spindash and his claws to get of his wood prison.

Sonic literally says "Wow, I really should have thought about that sooner" about his prison. KILL ME.

Sonic goes 'Gotta go fast'.

Sonic took the hammer easily in the last episode, yet can't get her to let go of it now.

Thorn went insane because she saw the others dropped too many fruits and veggies in Rouge's perspective.

Sonic is stupid at communication.

Sonic Talking to trees: OK Sonic talking to dead robots: not ok

Thorn overcovering the canopy killed the tree. Then it gets revived.

'Gotta go fast' AGAIN

Sonic Slapstick Moment: 56

Episode 6:

Operation: Cheese?

Knux says 'who's with me?' even though it's all Resistance with him.

Knux is angry at Sonic for jumping dimensions.

Rebel Rouge immediately blames Sonic for Nine's failure.

THE SHOW OBSESSES ABOUT THE FUCKING TREE ON THE BEACH BY THE ROCK.

Despite Sonic being a 'traitor', the NPCs of the Resistance seem happy to be saved by sonic.

Nine steals Sonic from New Yoke, thus making Sonic's promise null and void.

Nine throws Sonic back to New Yoke, without considering coming back

NPC run off cowering despite bing all gung ho before

Nine, despite telling Sonic he won't come back, decides to change his mind offscreen

Nine gets easily bat by not paying attention.

Sonic Slapstick Count: 60

Episode 7:

Flashback repeat of episode 2

Shadow used Chaos Control to jump in between dimensions when the Shattering ocurred, even though both the Paradox Prism and the Chaos Emeralds alter Space-Time.

Only one Chaos Emerald, instead of the usual seven.

Sonic has Aquaphobia, only seen in Sonic Underground, Sonic X, and does NOT appear in the games.

Sonic is terrified of water, even though he can run over it.

Coconuts are alcohol now.

Sprites used again, only it's Sonic 3

Also, using Dorkly style animation, ala Sonic For Hire.

Sonic is meeting Knuckles for the first time at the ME, even though they met more times before that.

Implications of both the ME, and Angel Island existing, but the 'whole world' is Green Hill.

Sonic decides to attack Dread, even though the pirates have been more courteous than anyone else in the multiverse.

Finally, the Pirate crew give Sonic respect.

Pirate!Tails is called 'Sails'. Kill me.

Sonic Slapstick Count: 62

Episode 8:

Honestly, Rusty gets 1 good moment, with the 'I wish I were programmed to laugh'.

The ship is called 'The Angel's Voyage'

Black Rose is surprisingly absent.

Rusty Rose decides to give up sinking Sonic because she sees her counterpart Black Rose.

Nine immediately gives up Sonic because he's an asshole

WHY IS THE MOTHERSHIP NOT IN PRISMSPACE????

Knuckles the Dread actually has a good character and motivations, which makes previous characters more the baffling in characterization.

Seadogs apparently can beat robots from another universe.

Again, Sonic prioritizes his friends over the mission. Which again, does not make sense if Sonic is supposed to learn about Friendship.

Sonic is more competent in this fight scene than all the other fight scenes before.

Sonic almost gets Rusty, but the show moves Rusty away so she can have a cool standing moment with the destruction of the other robots.

Shadow blames Sonic for the loss of the World, even though Eggman had it in his hands.

Shadow's end punch makes Sonic drift away slowly, so IDK what Sonic was panicking about.

Sonic Slapstick Count: 70

All (current as of December 18th, 2022) episode notes done and over with.

... Why the FUCK are the Pirate Episodes the only good episodes???

#Aquillis Monologues #Sonic Prime

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iiryebreadii · 1 year

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Ough I love Sonia and Rauru 😭 they're so sweet. Also Zelda gushing over Link to them is giving me LIFE. I'm glad I'm doing the tears in order. But also I don't like how Impa says that they're literal tears from a dragon!!! Don't like that one bit!!!! Zelda if you're the light dragon I'm gonna go feral

Went to zora's domain and EUGH the goop is nasty they did a great job with the textures on it.

Sidon!!! My bestie!!! We have a statue :D tbh I was actually REAL mad about that at first, I thought they got rid of the Mipha statue, but they just moved it! And she's got her own place on the mountain top to continue watching over the domain :')

Also!! We got the zora armor back!! I was actually wondering how they would explain that one, since link lost all his old gear from botw, but having it be there for repairs makes sense! And sidon's fiancé is nice, I like her funky horns and big wide smile :) but also her character portrait says she's from another domain? Does this imply there are hidden domains within hyrule, or that there are zora living outside hyrule? Is she from the ocean?? Please let her be from the ocean that would be cool. Also she's LIME GREEN that's amazing. really shows she's not from around here lol

Gonna continue the zora's quest line tomorrow! I only just spoke to Sidon when I left off :)

#totk liveblog #totk spoilers #totk

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Day 6: Talentswap.

Nekomaru as the Ultimate Tennis Pro.

My very short fanfic entry. Also, because I was lazy, lest say Nekomaru is wearing Ryoma’s outfit but the jacket is unbuttoned and it’s his color scheme.

And let’s say this is SDR2 but in the V3 setting with their talents.

Also, I might be turning this into some kind of talentswap…hmm.

…

Nekomaru Nidai was a tennis player.

The best one on the planet, to be honest.

Ill since birth, he began to find a purpose in tennis after his first match.

Ever since he was twelve, he had been able to beat adult champions with ease.

The chap had a bright future ahead of him—he was only sixteen.

But a certain school would end his life.

The Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles.

…

Nekomaru groggily tumbled out of the locker, in his usual outfit, groaning as he walked out.

There was a loud banging noise from another locker.

“Hold on,” Nekomaru walked over to the locker next to his.

The moment he opened the locker, he was met by an awkward sight—a girl with messy hair and a grumpy look on her face.

“Uh, hi.” The girl waved.

“Oh, aren’t you that one tennis player? Did you kidnap me? I’ll beat you up if you did-”

“No, I didn’t. I don’t even know where we are,” Nekomaru answered gruffly.

“Well, the name’s Akane Owari and I’m the Ultimate Aikido Master.” she blurted out.

Gray eyes, chestnut hair, tan skin—she looked kind of scruffy, since dandruff was falling out of her hair and her hair was messy.

“Oh, alright then. I’m Nekomaru Nidai, the Ultimate Tennis Player! Remember my name, even if you go to hell!” Nekomaru shouted.

…

Nekomaru had spent some time walking around with the aikido master in the white uniform with the red ribbons.

“Geez, this place is huge!”

“Yeah, I wonder who kidnapped us.”

Little did they know, they’d find out and be killed soon enough.

…

There were fourteen other students in the room Akane and Nekomaru arrived in.

There was Ultimate Child Caregiver Peko who looked like she’d be better off killing people, Ultimate Inventor Fuyuhiko, the short blonde who wore high heels, and there were lots of others.

Gundham was the Ultimate Entomologist who probably grew up feral in a cult. Sonia couldn’t remember her talent. Teruteru was the perverted Ultimate Astronaut.

Hiroko was the Ultimate Anthropologist—and she was a brat. Mahiru was the Ultimate Artist. Hajime was the Ultimate Detective. Chiaki was the Ultimate Pianist.

Byakuya, a very plump chap, was the Ultimate Butler.

And Nagito? The Ultimate Mage.

They were an odd party.

Guess they had to figure out how they were going to leave.

#nekoweek 2022 #nekomaru nidai

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robotapologist · 1 year

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I dont think i like totks plot.

Zeldas sacrifice is touching and a good place to go with her character. I just wish the rest of the games plot was as good as that

Botw was about failure and sacrifice and love and finding small joys in the wasteland and protecting quiet mundane life

And totk just doesnt really live up to its themes. Themes being: community. A good theme i really want to enjoy and in same ways there are parts where its done well- but the flashbacks with Rawrrawr, Sonia, and Ganandorf are very disappointing

I dont know what any of them really believe in. I dont know what makes Rawr guy a good king. I dont know how he interfaces with his kingdom. I dont know how sonia interfaces with her kingdom.

Like the theme of sacrifce being imparted onto zelda was good but???? Community should have also been imparted onto Zelda too. Or maybe in reverse, community imparted from Zelda to Rwarwu. She is a good ruler, she is willing to get into the dirt and rebuild hyrule with her own two hands. She has a relationship with the common people of hyrule. She wants alliances with people. In contrast Rawr just kind of seems like an asshole. Gannondorf may be evil but i cant help but feel having a guy kneel to you and swear loyalty is bad for relations.

He is a bad guy, i do doubt there was anything Rrrrrrr could have done to pacify him peacefully, but thats where ganons role as a villain / dark reflection / foil comes in. Show him being a bad leader. Show him rejecting and devaluing his community. Show him refusing to make sacrifices on behalf of his people, show him demanding them to make sacrifices in HIS stead. He had an army of gerudo standing behind him in one flashback and it was like the writers just forgot about them. The next army he gets are the monsters, gerudo are no where in sight. What happened there? Where did they go? Did they reject him? Why? When? Or did he reject them? How did they feel about this?

When i look at the plot i see a bunch of really cool building blocks that could have been used to tell a compelling narrative about kindness, community, team work, vs the inherent self destruction of cruelty and arrogance. Instead, the memories just sort of seem like building up to zeldas sacrifice. They could have done all those things together if they wanted. They had the time and money.

I got excited for ganon thinking i would get literally any context for his motivations. Windwaker ganon was based and basically in the right. I dont know why that was a one off. I think they need to retire him as a villain if im being honest. But if theyre going to keep him around the least they could do is let him be a character with thoughts and beliefs and values. The scene in windwaker where ganon spares links life because hes only insterested in the triforce, gives him a lot of layers in very little dialogue. You know. Efficient storytelling.

Gannon is my favorite villain. Or i thought so. I had played zelda titles before windwaker, but windwaker had really stuck with me. I think i just liked windwaker ganon. He was a bad guy, absolutely justified in rage against the gods. He cared for gerudo people and their suffering. He was willing to spare links life because doing so was senseless and pointless [until everything became pointless to him]. He had his own character arc. I actually hated that bastard Daphnes got in his way. Like the gods he destroyed the rest of the kingdom rather than allow it to fall into the hands of someone else. Making me feral. Let ganon have depth.

#ra//totk #ra//post #ra//gaming

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dvlboy · 3 years

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Day 6- corruption, byakuya togami

MINORS FEM ALLIGNED DNI, THIS IS YOUR WARNING

DO NOT SEND ME ASKS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE DNI OR THIS FIC IF YOU PURPOSELY IGNORE IT, THATS ON YOU

warnings: cockslut togami, hair pulling, roughness, exhibitionism, belly bulge, cum massage, squirting togami, corruption, marking, nipple play, almost feral reader, manipulation, clothes ripping, degrading

as unbelievable as it sounds, the prestegious byakuya togami, the man who makes more then you could ever imagine, and who always had a snarky, stuck up attitude was a virgin who has never even had any remotely sexual encounters.

oh boy, were you going to abuse that now.

you originally weren’t going to do anything about it, after all he was makotos friend, but he made you snap. you were having a rough day, bad school day and someone made fun of your abilities, calling your talents useless and worthless. when you were telling makoto, he consoled you, but byakuya only spurred you on further

it was all a blur before you had to be held back from him as mondo, sonia and makoto all had to pull you back from attacking the stupidly pretty blond. your face was red with anger, and you looked feral. the veins in your neck and arms bulged, and it seemed like your body was breaming with power from all the stored up rage. you ended up popping a few of the buttons on your shirt when you were being held back, and togami saw down your shirt and saw your sculpted body. he didn’t know how to react when he saw you snarl like a feral animal, but after he was done silently marvelling at how hot you were, he began to name call you again, antagonizing you again.

the same thing happened, but this time mondo couldn’t hold you back in time to prevent you from making contact. togamis eyes widened as he felt your heated body slam his suit against the wall, so much force and power in your touch it burned, and knocked the glasses off his face. he could only watch as your strong and large hands got dangerously close to his neck, before you whispered faint threats, before getting dragged away by mondo. you were out of control.

togami was studying later that day, in the corner of the library when you showed up. your eyes were stalking around the room, obviously looking for someone. he shrinked back in his seat, not wanting you tto find him. he wasn’t so sure you were someone to bully now, but once your eyes landed on him, he watched as you took long strides to meet him. not many students were here in this hour, and that made what you were planning to do easier.

once you asked him why he was hiding from you, he did the obvious thing and declined trying to hide from you, but you knew better.

“i wanna play a game with you, see if your money is where your mouth is. do it, ‘kay?” byakuya couldn’t help but nod, it was the same commanding voice as before and he was starting to squirm.

so that was how it started, he thought.

he remembers the first time he was forced on your cock, and since then, there would always be inconspicuous stains on the inside of his suit or pants. who would’ve thought that he would be such a secret cock whore? he just didn’t know it yet, but you showed him, and now he worships the ground you walk on.

before school he walked to the washroom, needing to piss, he thought that you weren’t here yet, and he wanted to get prepped for whatever came after, or even during classes. so he carelessly walked into the washrooms, as you quietly stalked behind him. before he could mention it, his hand was grabbed and he was forced into a stall. his body seemed so much weaker compared to you.

you told him to say your safeword, to remember it before you went on him, pushing his body against the stall while you worked down his body. you pulled down his pants, and looking at the marked ass that was begging to be squeezed. so you did, watching as he let out a pained moan from his already bruised ass, he seemed so pliant for you now, you loved it. you broke this frustrating man, and now you get to reap the rewards of doing so.

the air seemed so warm from all of the heated panting he has been doing. you pushed your hand against his back, and forced his face and chest against the cold material of the bathroom wall. you were rewarded with a very slutty moan, this man was a whore! you grabbed two fingers from your other hand and shoved them right into his dripping mouth, feeling as his tongue slobbered all over your fingers. he just didn’t know it, and he was very grateful for you to show him that his calling was to be a cock whore for you.

you pulled your dripping fingers out of his mouth and wiped the excess drool on his cheeks. it wasn’t like that was the first time you put fluids on his face, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last either. you grabbed his tuxedo pants and hastily removed them, accidentally letting a small tear in them. thats when another small moan was let out, this whore had a clothes ripping kink. you felt power in your hands, he would be so happy to have his clothes torn to threads, but imagine the scandal that would be all over the news, seeing such a prestegious heir being found naked, filthy, mind broken and creamed. you would surely abuse this another day.

you shoved the two fingers in him roughly, enjoying that he was still tight, but slightly looser from all your sessions. it made shoving your large cock inside him that much easier. you played with the rim, before roughly the fingers in and out of him, watching as he clenched around you and moaned into the door, trying to keep his moans inside of him.

you didn’t like that he was trying to keep his moans in, so you pulled your hand off of his back and onto those pretty blonde locks of his, before tugging.

“what are you baby?”

“a whore! a whore f’you!”

“who am i baby?”

“daddy! f’me daddy!”

“good job, useless slut.”

did he always seem this small compared to you? why were you ever scared of him when you should’ve been fucking him long ago?

byakuya let out a moan as you suddenly pulled out your fingers, his spit dripping from his hole. suddenly, a large, hard and hot appendage was on his back, between his bruised ass cheeks. he could feel something slick being wiped on the tip of your cock, and was equally as excited to be fucked. there was a small puddle of saliva and precum on the bathroom floor, along with his discard and ripped clothes.

you teased his hole by taking the head of your cock and pushing it against his rim, before suddenly pushing the whole thing into him. togami let out a pained squeal, tightening around you before his hands were reaching towards you, a silent plea to go faster.

who were you to disobey your pet? gotta lead him on to being a good little whore for you. you grabbed his arms and moved back before pulling his arms back and thrusting into his tight, slim body. if you were to look sideways, you could see his slim tummy bulging.

moans were pouring out of him, someone was bound to come in, so you had to hurry. you grabbed his throat and tightened, before your other hand grabbed his nipples, your fingernails scraping against the pinkish brown buds, before you tweaked and rubbed them.

togamis moans were getting louder, before a stained orgasmic moan flew out of his lips, before he fell limp in your hold. you released him, and saw a few small ropes off cum on his clothes and the floor. you grabbed his waist and continued to plow him, telling him that he should abandon his title for being your cockwhore. you teased him for being a useless cocksleeve, to which he flusteredly denied. every time you would degrade him, he would tighten around you. he would let out tired moans if you rubbed his sensitive nipples. after a few more forceful thrusts, seeing him so tired around your cock made you cum.

togami let out another tired whimper when he felt a warm fluid filling him up, it felt like you were pouring magma into him! he begged you to pull out, to which you did, but now he felt his back being painted white. by the end of it, each stripe of your cum made his back warm, and you slowly massaged the cum into his back before helping him dress up, and letting him mark you, and kiss you. you sent him a smack on the ass and then sent him on his way to your morning class, watching as he lightly limped.

you loved how you ruined him.

I hate how this turned out :(

#top male reader #top reader #seme male reader #male reader #dom male reader #male reader insert #danganronpa x male reader #byakuya togami #byakuya headcanons #sub character #dvlboy kinktober #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa thirsts #danganronpa

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hyperfixationtimego · 2 years

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hear me out: kazuichi and gundham spying on their friends’ first date (sonia and akane, respectively), but they fall in love (and kiss 😳😳 in the bushes outside Nezumi Castle?? 👉🏻👈🏻😳) - queer eye anon (also I’m working on rewritten hifumi lore, but I might just make a sideblog for it 👀)

YOU’RE SO RIGHT YOU’RE SO RIGHT YOU’RE SO RIGHT

it starts out as a begrudging sort of thing cause neither of them like each other 😳 but Kazuichi’s like “I need to make sure nothing happens to miss Sonia so I’m gonna be supervising everything. without telling her.” And Gundham is like THE HELL YOU ARE

but if Gundham tells him NOT to do something, that’s a surefire way for Souda to dig in his heels and do whatever the thing is that Gundham hates 10x more

So Gundham is like. fine. but at least let me come so I can keep you from making a fool of yourself and ruining my bestie’s date.

they fight about it. they’re like toddlers. Kazuichi definitely bites him.

Eventually, though, Souda is like UGHHHHHH FINE.

And then they go stake out the soniakane date because they’re both feral idiots <3

It starts out with a nice little walk for the girls - they’re holding hands and chatting and Akane is showing off her fighting moves while Sonia looks on in amazement! There’s mentions of Novoselic courting customs, to which Akane replies that she doesn’t really understand what Sonia’s saying, but she’s willing to do those things if they’re important to the Nevermind girl.

Meanwhile, Kazuichi is positively STEWING WITH RAGE behind the bushes. Gundham is telling him to shut his stupid whore mouth, but Souda is 100% throwing a total bitch fit.

Gundham: I need something that will shut this moron up

also Gundham, immediately: ah. The kiss of death. Surely the most reasonable and efficient and platonic of solutions to this conundrum.

Anyway. he kisses the bastard. And it works! Kazuichi shuts the fuck up! and he is also flustered and blushing and panicking because what. what the hell. what in the hell fuck was that. oh no he liked it. oh no he liked it.

Kazuichi is a big baby about it and pulls his beanie down over his eyes so he doesn’t have to think about anything for a while. Gundham is losing his shit, internally, but is ultimately and performative lt nonchalant about the whole thing.

I tend to imagine these two falling in love takes a LONG fucking time - a bit of a slow burn, if you will - so this would be the first instance in a lengthy series of enemies-to-lovers nonsense :)

Kazuichi hides in his room for at least a week succeeding the kiss. Akane and Sonia are both incredibly confused. Gundham refuses to comment. <3

#danganronpa #soudam #soniakane #queer eye anon #ask box #headcanon tag #Kazuichi souda #Gundham tanaka #kazuichi soda #Sonia nevermind #akane owari #sdr2 #goodbye despair #super danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 gd

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weird-questions-from-an-infp-t · 3 years

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I have seen fluff and soulmate alphabets so I wanted to try something new

I don't know if this is already a thing but...

Introducing: The OC alphabet

OC name- ( insert here )

(A)lignment- what is your OC's moral alignment, are they good or evil, are they lawful or chaotic, or are they neutral?

(B)uddies- who is your OC friends with, are they apart of any friend group or team?

(C)anon- What is your OC'S role in the canon universe?

(D)escription- what does your OC look like, do they wear anything specific, Is there anything about their appearance that's important?

(E)xposition- What is your OC'S backstory, what led to their inclusion in the canon universe?

(F)andom- what fandom or fandoms is your OC made for?

(G)oals- What is your OC'S goal, what do they want to do in life?

(H)ate- What kind of things does your OC hate, do they hate specific things or people?

(I)nspiration- Where did the idea for your OC come from?

(J)ob- does your OC work anywhere, do they have a specific career?

(K)ill- Does your OC die in the end, do they end up killing someone?

(L)ike- What does your OC like to do, what are their hobbies?

(M)irror- do you see apart of yourself in your OC?

(N)emesis- does your OC have an enemy, if so who are they?

(O)riginal- How original is your OC, are they completely original or a Mary/Gary sue?

(P)ersonality- What is your OC like, what kind of person are they, what is their usual mood?

(Q)uirk- Does your OC have a Power/ability/talent/skill that relates to their fandom, if so what is it?

(R)elative- What is your OC'S family like, are they related to any canon characters?

(S)ecret- What is a secret that your OC has, does this secret cause a plot twist?

(T)itle- Does your OC go by a title or nickname in their universe? (Ex. (Hero/villain name),The ultimate (blank))

(U)nique- What makes your OC different from others?

(V)iolence- What is your OC like in a fight, How do they react to violence?

(W)orld- does your OC have an impact on their universe, do they change the story of their fandom, if so how?

(X)OXO- What is your OC'S sexuality, does your OC have a relationship/crush on anyone, if so who?

(Y)ou- what's your opinion on your OC, are you satisfied with it?

(Z)inc- How healthy is your OC, do they go through any training of sorts, if so how do they train?

If there's anything about this you think would be a better fit just let me know

Tagging writer friends below

@sleep-deprived-depressed-cat-non @introvertnb @mod-taka-and-friends @avocado-headcanons @gooddayzarerare @fragil3str3ngth @friskywiggles @kile-the-bi-otaku @kile-the-phantom-thief @mod-sonia-writes-stuff @drabbleronpav3 @anim3tingz @bumblebeebubs @scissorsandsydersyo @p3achyheartz @p1nkbaby @m-y-fandoms @otsukun09 @kobunnie @special-simp

@elaineiswithyou-blog @feral-and-hungry @theyakuzaswife @sukunas-lady @shsl-sizeshifter @fleshblueberry and anyone else who's interested in this concept

#weird-questions-from-an-infp-t #infp #oc alphabet #oc #bnha #danganronpa #haikyu #pokemon #attack on titan #one piece #mha #naruto #dragon ball #jojos bizarre adventure

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champion-prism · 4 years

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So Fine

Leon x F!Reader, Smut

Requested by anon: Hi! Could I request a childhood friends to lovers smut fic with Leon? Like Raihan, Leon, Sonia and Y/n were all rivals, and both raihan and y/n become the dragon type gym leaders, and the whole group parties together and drinks together, and it’s on one of those nights that Leon finally makes a move. (Female reader. Also I absolutely adore your fics They’re so well written💗 keep it up bb)

A/N: a’ight so the partying bit is nonexistent and the drinking is mentioned only bc I’ve never partied and I hope I never will. Drink responsibly y’all. Or don’t drink at all, that is also okay. Also, everyone is coherent and everything in the fic is consensual.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: There’s NSFW up ahead!

The Wild Area is quiet, almost eerie in the silence of the night, broken by the soft sounds of childrens’ voices.

You and Leon sit around Charizard’s lit tail, warming yourselves before you head into your camp to turn in for the night. Leon is talking about how he wants to head in the direction of the Dusty Bowl- if he can find it.

“Maybe I should try to get someplace that isn’t the Dusty Bowl,” he muses. “I’ll get lost and wind up there, instead.”

You laugh as you ask him what he wants to go to the Dusty Bowl for.

“I really want to catch a good Ground Type,” he explains. “Maybe a Tyranitar, or a Rhydon.”

Your eyes light up at the mention of a Tyranitar.

“Ooh, a Tyranitar?” you say. “Maybe we should go to the Dusty Bowl together, I’d love to look for a Tyranitar. One of the strongest dragon-types there is.”

Leon shakes his head at you.

“Always with the dragon-types,” he says. “I have nothing against them, but shouldn’t you not be limiting yourself to a certain type? I mean...you might get KO’D in Ballonlea and Circhester.”

You shake your head.

“I’m not going to have a full Dragon team yet,” you explain. “But eventually I’d like to phase over into one. I figured, if I can manage to get my hands on a Duraludon and a Charmander, that can take care of the Fairy and Ice weaknesses.”

Leon scoots slightly closer to you. When he smiles, you can see his light blue braces.

“When I’m Champion,” he tells you, “I’ll get you all the rare Pokemon you want.”

The rest of the night is spent teasing him lightly for his ambition, and Leon laughingly claiming you’ll be sorry for ever doubting him. He hesitates a bit when you both stand to go into your respective tents, and after a few seconds of bouncing on his heels, he moves forward, gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and practically runs into his tent. You giggle slightly as you call a good night to him.

He keeps his promise. When he becomes Champion, he proudly presents you with an egg- light orange in colour with red speckles. You thank him with a peck on the cheek and a giggle, and he throws his cap at you and runs away.

Somehow, that’s how it stays. You become busy. You know Raihan is training hard to beat Leon, and you’re training hard to perfect your dragon type team. You travel all over Galar. You crawl along in the bushes and wade into ponds and spend god knows how many days in Axew’s Eye, raiding Dynamax dens to find a Noivern or a Sliggoo. When you hear from Leon, you tell him how well your now-evolved Charizard is doing.

He travels abroad sometimes, brings you back exotic Dragon types. A Swablu from Hoenn, a Dratini from Kanto. He promises he’s going to get his hands on a Bagon someday, and you tell him not to go through too much trouble. He just gives you a peck on the cheek, tells you it’s no trouble, as long as it’s for you.

Chaste kisses on your cheek. One to say hello, one to say goodbye. A congratulatory kiss on the cheek when you become the Dragon type Gym Leader at sixteen (Raihan demands one, too- he gets a ghost kiss from Leon’s Dreepy). Leon’s cheeks don’t heat up when he does it, not anymore, nor is he flustered the way he was the first few times. You’re friends, affectionate friends who kiss each other on the cheek, glance at the other’s lips and look away, tuck loose strands of hair away from each other’s face, but keep yourself from playing with it.

You’re busy, you tell yourself. Much too busy to do anything than push away the schoolgirl crush you’ve always had on Leon, much too busy training and learning, much too busy to do anything but let the years pass, and here you are now, an adult, fully absorbed in the rhythm of daily life.

It’s one of your designated hangout nights. Leon’s in Hammerlocke to destroy Raihan in an exhibition match, and afterwards, you, Raihan, Sonia, and Leon head to one of the underground pubs, one of Raihan’s discoveries, and your personal favourite. Sonia is the most responsible, Raihan is the least- by the end of the night, she’s laughing at and guiding an obviously drunk Raihan into a taxi (non-Flying; can’t risk him puking down at people from the sky). You and Leon are moderate, lightly buzzed enough to feel good, not buzzed enough to be Raihan. You decide to just walk the empty streets, shoulders bumping into each others as you walk, the cold night air biting into your faces.

Leon walks closer to you as he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding underneath the hem of your short top. You shiver and move closer to him, putting your own arm around him. The side of your face bumps against his shoulder and you giggle, both of you talking and wandering around Hammerlocke until you eventually reach the hotel where Leon is staying, at which point he looks up at it, and glances at you.

“It’s pretty cold out here,” he whispers. “Maybe we should just hang out inside.”

He sways slightly, pressing his forehead against yours as his grip on your waist tightens. You nod your assent, and the two of you make your way up to his hotel room.

The atmosphere is different, here- Leon dims down all the lights before kicking his shoes off and collapsing on the bed, patting a spot beside him. You follow suit, resting against the headboard with your body angled towards Leon. His eyes rove up and down your form, coming up to meet your eyes and stare intently at you.

His eyes are lidded as he moves forward to give you a peck on the cheek. You giggle at him, and tip forward to return the favour, kissing the corner of his mouth. He says your name, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.

He kisses your forehead, and he doesn’t pull away before pressing another kiss to your cheek, and all at once you’re aware of the heat between the two of you; you ignore it in favor of kissing his chin, and kissing his cheek again, and that’s fine, because friends can give each other kisses, right?

You’re just relaxed from the drinking and acting silly.

Leon leans forward and places a light kiss to your earlobe. His head dips as he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you.

He’s staring at your lips, eyes lidded- your heart pounds as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and he angles your face towards his.

“Leon,” you breathe.

His lips are soft on yours, barely there as they brush past your lips. Your lips part ever so slightly as you lean towards him, and he kisses you- a soft, closed kiss where you move your lips gently against his.

There are warning bells going off in your head- Leon is your friend. Your childhood friend. This is one of those friendships that is supposed to last forever, and you really don’t want a patch of awkwardness between you because you ended up making out one night. Or...doing something else you might regret.

Your hands come up to rest against his chest as he deepens the kiss, and all the warning bells go off. Suddenly, you don’t know anything beyond how good it feels when he kisses you, hot and open mouthed and much more... desperate... than before. One of his hands is at your waist, pulling you closer as he adjusts himself so that he’s over you on the bed. His mouth leaves yours as he begins to kiss your jaw, tongue swiping against your jawline. His hand moves under your shirt, fingers pressing into your sides as he kisses your mouth, your jaw, your neck. You moan slightly when you feel his teeth nip at the sweet spot on your neck, and his mouth moves to explore lower, a kiss pressed into your cleavage as he moves down to the swell of your breasts, tugging your collar down to expose more skin.

“Leon,” you say, breathing heavily.

Your voice seems to snap him out of it. He jerks his head back to look at you, golden eyes wide and searching as they look into yours.

“I’m- I-” he starts, sitting up. He swallows, and takes a deep breath.

“Lee, I…” you sit up, too, reaching for his hands. “I don’t want for things to be awkward between us,” you say, ignoring every feral urge in you that tells you to pull him back over you and go wild.

“They won’t,” he says, breathing heavily as he stares at you, pupils dilated. “I like you,” he says, moving forward to bury his face in your neck.

“I’ve liked you for years, now,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss on your skin. “And we don’t...we won’t do anything you don’t want to. I just need you to know I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’m in- I...want you.”

You press yourself closer to him, hands coming to clutch at his biceps.

“I like you, too, Lee,” you admit, whining slightly as he nips at your neck at your confession. He’s kissing your neck again, and you moan when you feel his tongue on you as his hands slip under the hem of your top, pressing into your skin just below your breasts.

“Do you want to do this?” he asks between feverish kisses to your neck and shoulders.

“Ye-yes,” you manage, your head full of nothing but Leon right now- his scent, his warmth, the way his tongue feels on your skin, the way he’s leaving bites on your collarbone and neck, his hands pulling you closer- he presses into you so you lay back against the mattress, supporting himself with one arm as he tugs on your shirt with his other hand.

You pull your shirt off over your head, and watch as an almost feral expression takes over Leon’s face as he sees your clothed breasts. He’s on you in a second, one hand sliding underneath you to unhook your bra, the other tugging it off and throwing it to the side.

“Fuck- yes,” he gasps, kissing your bare breasts and nipping gently at one, making you whimper. It makes heat pool in your stomach when he swears- Leon almost never swears, and you like this new side to him you’re seeing.

“I’ve wanted to see you like this forever,” he admits, squeezing a breast with one hand before his tongue flicks over your nipple.

“You have no idea,” he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue swishing around before he pulls away, “how much I’ve thought about this,” he comes up to press a hard kiss against your mouth “how long I’ve wanted you for,” he presses his hips against yours, making you moan.

“Leon,” you moan out his name, bucking your hips against him, whining when he pulls back a bit and chuckles.

“You look cute,” he tells you, an almost innocent smile on his face. “All flushed and warm, so needy for your Champion.”

“Leon,” you gasp, hands tugging at his shirt, legs bending to wrap around his waist, trying to press into him.

“Lee, don’t tease,” you whine, and he obliges, pulling his shirt over to his head, exposing his bare chest and stomach.

He’s gorgeous.

You run your hands over his chest, making note of how he whines when your hands brush over his nipples. He presses his whole body against you, kissing your mouth, dipping his tongue in and moaning, clothed hips thrusting slightly against yours.

Your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, tugging at them. He pulls back again, sitting on his calves as he tugs your pants off, tossing them away. You lie exposed in front of him in nothing but your dampening panties, and he gives you a smug look before kissing your stomach, going lower.

Your hands grip his hair as he begins to place butterfly kisses over your panties, teasingly biting the insides of your thighs from time to time. You plead with him for you don’t know what, an unbearable need for friction building in your intimates.

He darts his tongue out and begins to suck on your clothed clit, his face pressed between your legs. The wet spot on your panties grows, and you cry out for him as his thick fingers push your panties to a side and rub gently over your folds.

He pulls your panties off, eyes widening at the sight of your wet folds, swollen and puffy.

“Is this for me?” he asks, head tilted to a side as he looks up at you.

You whimper and nod, bucking your hips.

“Use your words, baby,” he says, nipping at your inner thigh.

“Leon- it’s for you. It’s all for you, I- ah!” you arch your back as he buries his whole face into your pussy, fingers rubbing at your clit as his tongue dips inside of you, moving around.

“Leon- oh, Lee,” you whisper, “I- ah- you feel so good-”

You can feel your high building, your intimates pulsing as he eats you out like a starved man. When he pulls away, you nearly cry, desperately begging him to let you cum.

Your arousal shines on his mouth as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, wiping off his mouth with his hand. He smiles at you, that sweet smile of his, crawling over you as he kisses your body, one hand pushing down his pants. You glance down between your bodies to see his cock, dark red at the tip and leaking precum as he strokes it gently.

“I’m gonna make you feel good,’ he says, moving up to kiss your lips. “I love you,” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing another open kiss on you, “so much.”

Your arms circle his neck as you pull him deeper into the kiss.

“I love you, too,” you pull away, looking into his warm golden eyes. He kisses you again, your legs wrapping around his waist. His cock brushes gently against your wet pussy, and you press your fingers into the muscle of Leon’s back as he continues to kiss you softly and slowly.

“You sure about this?” he asks, mouth against yours.

“Leon, please,” you say, your teeth lightly grazing his lip. “I need you.”

He presses his face against your shoulder as his cock pushes into your entrance, a strangled moan in your throat as you try to adjust to his size. He’s thick, and you mewl as he pushes in deeper, involuntarily clenching around him.

“Oh, fuck!” Leon gasps as you tighten around him, eyes wide and mouth gaping slightly.

He takes his time pushing himself inside you, both giving you time to adjust to him, and giving himself time to savour you, the way your warm insides clench around him, the way you throb with your arousal, how tight and wet and perfect you are, even better than you were in his fantasies. He pulls back a little and pushes in deeper, kissing you all over your face as he rocks slowly into you, pace quickening when your nails dig into his back.

“You’re- you’re so big, Lee,” you moan, heels pressing into his back. “I- oh- you feel so good.”

You hear him breathe a laugh, and he licks over some of the marks he left on your throat.

He begins to move faster inside you, wet smacking sounds getting louder as he begins to lose himself to the pleasure. You arch your back and squeeze your eyes shut, moaning a chant of his name as he hits that perfect spot inside of you, your head going blank save for the building pleasure.

His hand presses into your soft breast, and you drag your nails down his chest, making him cry out. You pinch and pull at his nipples, heat searing and your own pleasure spiking as his face contorts in bliss, groaning your name as you take his whole length.

“I’m gonna- hah- ah! I’m gonna make you cum, baby, I’m-” his thrusts speed up, a hand going down to rub at your clit.

You cry his name out louder as your high approaches, and he pounds into you, his gasps and moans mixing in with yours. He tells you you’re his, all his, that you belong to him, and you agree, throwing your head back as your pleasure peaks.

You scratch down his back as the tension snaps, your orgasm washing over you as you pulse around his cock, his name on your lips. He rides you through your orgasm, wide eyed at the sight of your flushed face and chest, how brazenly lustful you look as you cum around him, pussy clenching tight. He pumps into you, and with one rough thrust, he presses his cock deep inside you and moans as he goes over the edge, rocking his hips against yours as he cums, spilling his seed deep inside you with a broken cry of your name.

He almost collapses on you, face resting on your breast with his cock still twitching inside you as you both come down from your high. Leon’s breath fans over your heaving chest, and he slowly pushes himself up to pull out of you, keeping your legs apart to watch his cum drip out of your cunt. He almost wishes he could take a picture of you like this, looking so obscene, nipples perked and pussy leaking with his cum.

Your hands reach out to him as he gets off the bed, and he kisses you softly on the lips, telling you he’ll be right back to clean you up. He goes into the bathroom and emerges with a wet towel, cleaning you up as per his promise, tossing the towel away and snuggling into your naked body as you pepper soft kisses on each other, holding each other’s bare bodies tightly as sleep overtakes you.

#leon #leon pokemon #champion leon #leon x reader #pokemon leon x reader #champion leon x reader #dande #champion dande #dande x reader #pokemon swsh #pokemon imagines #pokemon fanfic #anipoke #anipoke dande

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babytortie · 4 years

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peaches

peaches ❘ richie tozier x reader.

summary: in which richie can't remember his one night stand from a party last night and he tries to find her at school. his only memory of the reader is the smell of peach perfume.

warnings: some fluff and smut. <3

contains: flashback scenes that are bold and italicized. hair tugging, loooots of teasing and begging, rough-ish and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are seniors and 18 in this one-shot.

~ 2.8k words.

it was after a class in the middle of the day right before lunch when richie gave up searching and walked right up towards the marsh girl. "hey beverly, you're a girl.”

the other members of the losers club already made their way towards the cafeteria, this leaving beverly standing alone at the lockers. currently, she was putting away the book from her last class when richie ambushed her and this caused her to turn around and face the cause of disruption.

beverly answered full of sarcasm and with a raised eyebrow, confused by the random comment. “that i am, nice observation trashmouth.” the red head paused what she was doing to adjust the belt around her waist.

richie rolled his eyes and snickered. “i know and it’s like not like have could of missed it too, with your hair grown out again and all.”

with the book on the shelf of her locker, she grabbed the jacket that she wore earlier since the group tended to have their lunch break outside. the red head slammed the door closed after this and richie jumped at the sudden action. beverly bit back a giggle and fiddled around with the combination again so it was at random. “alright tozier what’s up with you? what do you want?”

richie leaned back onto the lockers once he realized they weren’t going to move for a moment. afterwards, crossing one combat boot foot over the other to stand in an unbothered stance with a smirk playing on his lips to cover up the hesitation. “what makes you think i want something?” tozier questioned.

beverly pursed her lips while looking at richie and grabbed his arm. she led him towards the side door so they could go outside. the red head crouched down and sat on the steps, he followed after she handed him a cigarette.

after lighting it and breathing out a puff of smoke beverly sighed. “ok richie, just tell me. you were doing that thing you do when your nervous 'cause you put your hand in the jean jacket pocket.” she paused to copy his usual movement to demonstrate. “and you subtly play with the cigarettes box you keep in there. only a smoking addict would know something like that.” beverly laughed.

the other teen raised his hands up into the air and formed a surrendering gesture. “fine, fine you caught me! don’t tell eds please. he’ll yell at me again and as punishment i won’t see his mother for days.”

the redhead girl slapped his shoulder and chuckled. “you and sonia, geez. one day eddie is going to burst and you’ll never want to mess with him again.”

“until then, kaspbrak’s mine to tease.” richie smirked, leaning over into the elbows on knees position. he had a few more puffs left until the stick was done and the two sat in silence to finish up their smoke break.

almost two minutes later, marsh got up and threw the stub into the grass. richie threw his and the heel of his boot crushed it. while brushing off his jeans, she spoke up. “well, tell me what was wrong earlier so we can go eat with the others. ben will come looking soon.”

richie let out a small, nervous laugh while thinking of the right thing to say. “this is awkward as hell but do you know anyone ‘round here that wears peach perfume?”

this shocked beverly marsh. the trashmouth of the group was never interested in learning about somebody. always in his own world and full of secrets when it came to girls. it was a very strange turn of events for somebody like him. “why do you want to know that?”

“tell me what you want peaches.” tozier uttered in between a sloppy kiss. the two of you were out of breath from constantly making out, lips brushing against each other. it was messy with his tongue and yours taking turns, fighting for control.

your lips were puffy and red when you broke apart. hand still on the side of his face, finger rubbing alongside his jaw bone. sometime earlier he moved your shirt so it was rucked up past your chest, lilac bra showing and all. he kissed the middle, right in the cleavage spot and you giggled. “stop it!”

“all you have to do is let me know what you want toots.” he smirked and looked at you. his brown eyes reflecting back into yours, an unusual shade that he was memorized by.

what he didn’t know was that y/n y/l/n knew richie tozier. well, you knew of him. never being able to get close enough to say something to him before. he was either always around his friends or you were just too nervous to go up to him before. it was by chance that you and him were in this position right now.

you were sort of like stanley uris. the two of you were partners in science and it wasn’t hard to take note on how much of a perfectionist that he was. the materials were aligned together, straight, and spaced out the same amount in difference. uris always wiped down the table you shared with him and smoothed out any globs or specks that was left behind.

though it wasn’t the fact you wanted everything perfect, it was that you didn’t like change. always the shy, naïve girl not wanting to commit with anything serious. sure, you had some hookups and a boyfriend but it’s been almost a year since.

acting out was never in the cards but here you were at a party about to have sex with richie, richie tozier. your cheeks reddened at the thought and you tried to hide it by leaning into his kiss again. he took the opportunity of you being distracted to sneak his hand down and play with the hem of your lace panties.

“there, more please.” you practically begged into his mouth when his hand reached down further, fingers brushing against the bundle of nerves. you pulled him in closer by tugging on his unruly curly hair at the nape of his neck.

richie broke the kiss again, replying to your statement with a “tsk, tsk.” in return of your partial response, the palm of his hand cupped almost too perfectly around your breast. while slightly squeezing he smirked when you let out a gasp.

it was almost too much to handle so you swatted away his hand and he chuckled. “then tell me something peaches. do you want me to take these off?” he asked you and once again moved his pointer finger along the whole front hem of your panties. wetness pooled down between your thighs and you let out a half-groan and half-moan in response.

you bit your lip to contain the moans and richie moved his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. you looked up at him and playfully glared. “yes, please just take them off already and fuck me.”

he cackled at beverly’s sudden glare. ”yeah, so help me out here would you?” richie pleaded and for good measure he leaned over to ruffle her hair, making it all frizzy.

“wait you don’t know her name but you know what she smells like?” beverly asked but she saw him grinning and was immediately disgusted. “oh, that’s why you disappeared at the party. gross!”

“only if you admit i’m your best friend in the whole wide world and that hershey’s is better than reese’s pieces.” she smirked in retaliation, running her hands through the red strands to smooth them back out.

“sorry, unless your name is eddie kaspbrak, i can't tell you that and no they aren't!” tozier teased and stuck his tongue out as they walked back towards the school door.

tozier looked down then back up quickly. “listen, i don’t want to tell the others yet in case it doesn’t work out. uh, but i think there may have been a connection with this girl from the party last night?” he said, more questionably then for certain.

the red head teen opened up the door and they walked back in, passing the locker’s again as she chuckled. “okay richie i tried. anyway, i think the girl you’re looking for is y/n y/l/n. she moved here a few months ago. she’s in english with bill and stan is her partner in science. then again maybe y/n’s not interested being as she ran out after waking up and seeing the trashmouth next to her.”

richie bent down to the marsh girl’s level and placed a kiss on her cheek. she gagged and used the bottom of her jacket to wipe her face. “ew, it’s all slobbery!” while beverly was busy wiping off her face, he winked. taking this as an opportunity to run ahead while snickering, “you love me!”

his face came back up, licking his lips with an almost feral grin. “taste like peaches too.” you shook your head and laughed softly. richie grabbed your hands and put them above your head, interlocking one with his own. the other he used to keep his body upright. you moved your head from the pillow to kiss him when he aligned himself up and pushed inside, catching your loud gasp with his lips.

he stayed there for a moment and let you adjust. all you could hear was the faint thumping of the music coming from the speakers downstairs. you kissed him with everything you had, teeth clashing together and fighting for dominance.

you felt so needy from your lips locking with his and not wanting to let go, ever. you moved your hand that wasn’t holding his, to the side of his face, finger rubbing along the jaw bone. “you can move.”

”sorry, what was that?” he looked at you and played dumb. wanting you to beg him for more. richie knew you were sensitive and pressed his hips down on top of yours and successfully put down just enough pressure.

”move now before i change my mind.” you smirked and then your lips formed into the shape of an ‘o’. tozier pulled out and slammed his hips roughly back into yours. “shit!” you moved your hips up to meet his rough thrusts quickly when he moved faster.

richie let go of you to wedge his hand between your legs, spreading your thighs wider and you felt a whole new sensation. it was as if he went in deeper, hitting you in all the right motions. ”i think i found it peaches.” he half-smirked and half-smiled when he heard you practically purring, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“fuck you.” you whimpered, tugging onto tozier’s hair and he let out a loud groan. you tried to meet his thrusts, feeling euphoria. he wrapped his right hand around your throat not to tight but just enough to leave your airway open. his other hand pushed you back into the bed.

that only resulted in another moan because he pressed against your stomach, right where you could feel him pushing into you. ”that’s what you're doing toots.” he smirked. moving his hand back down, richie used the back of his thumb and put it over your clit, rubbing you quickly into another orgasm.

roughly three hours later, richie was walking quickly through the halls before y/n left for the day. he didn’t want to find you at lunch while his friends were around and he shared zero classes with her so the end of the day was his only option.

y/n was standing by the door from her last class and talking with her friend about an upcoming project they were just paired into doing together. “i think we should go with the easy topic, that way we’d be done quicker?” you shrugged.

“well, the teacher did say if we pick the second column of ideas, we’d get more credit. though we already have decent grades, right? so yeah it’s fine with me.” her friend nodded in agreement.

while the two girls chatted for a moment more before departing a curly haired richie tozier snuck up on them. right when he stood behind you, richie could instantly smell the perfume. “peaches?”

before your backpack strap could slide down, you adjusted it and turned around, eyes widening. he was also taken aback but by how beautiful you were, something the alcohol didn’t let him realize the night before. “i’ll catch up with you later about this weekend.” you spoke then walked away quickly without waiting for a response. you felt so on edge, swearing that your heart just skipped a beat. it was like you could jump out from your own chest right now.

you remembered last night so vividly that when you woke up, you realized something. not wanting to have your feelings crushed, you gathered up your clothes and quickly dressed into them. your outing was a bit too fast since you still couldn’t find your pair of panties but ditching them was the only thing you could think of doing before he got up.

the two of you found a spot and stood in one of the corners in the hall, him backing you up against the wall like prey. not knowing what to say kept you quiet until he finally spoke up. “so, i think you missed these before you left earlier?” he smirked, grabbing the pair of lilac panties to your matching bra from his front pocket and held them up by his pointer finger.

quickly looking behind him to see nobody paying attention, you snatched them from his hand with a glare. “not funny, tozier.” you grabbed the backpack from your shoulder and unzipped it, stuffing them down into the bottom.

“oh, so since you know who i am, can i have your name now?” he pouted, big doe eyes looking at you. he bounced a bit on his combat boots, anticipating a response. though richie didn’t express it, he was a bit nervous you would reject him.

“you see usually people learn the other’s name before going down on them, but from what i remember you were too busy taking off my clothes to care.” you retorted, eyebrow raised and hand on your hip to get the point across.

he scoffed in disbelief, tapping his finger on his chin for a moment and smiled. “oh, sweet cheeks. you came onto me, all over trashmouth.” he put his arms out, gesturing to his body.

you rolled your eyes. “look, ‘trashmouth’.” you put your sleeve up to your lips, stifling a laugh at the name then continued. “i was a bit tipsy and not myself. plus, i didn’t want to have that awkward morning conversation, ya know?”

tozier knotted his eyebrows together, confused as to why it would be an unwanted chat. “uh, what? not following.” you looked at him and his brown eyes were almost sparkling in curiosity.

not knowing what to say you shrugged and looked down, playing with the weaved grey and black bracelet that was on your wrist. “well, i don’t mean to judge but you’re a player. i see you flirt with all the girls here and figured this was a one-time thing?”

now it was richie’s turn to look down, feeling a bit ashamed. he saw you fidgeting and grasped your hand, lacing his fingers through yours to hold. figuring it would calm you down but instead your breath hitched and you swallowed before thinking of what to say again.

the curly haired brunette saved you from that and spoke up first. “there’s no need to have that talk if you don’t want to. i was thinking we could see a movie sometime soon instead peaches?”

“is the trashmouth asking me out?” you asked, a bit shocked. you tried to play cool by mocking him from his previous statement.

he squeezed your hand slightly and tapped his foot twice from the anxious adhd he had inherited. “i guess i am that is if you want to?”

you were about to respond but realized he didn’t even know your name yet. did he know that? “well, actually before i say anything, my name is y/n y/l/n.”

“i already knew since i found out from one of my friends earlier, beverly marsh. i think you know her? anyway, she told me.” he said simply as if it were no big deal. though earlier he claimed the lack of not knowing your name. he greeted you with the name peaches and the both of you knew this.

you gasped and let go of his hand to slap his arm instead. “but you said you didn’t know my name! you’re full of surprises, aren’t you tozier?”

richie grinned. “oops and why is everyone hitting me today?” asking himself more then you. “so, what do you say peaches. me and you on friday?”

you paused to pretend you were thinking of an answer, though you already knew a yes would come out from your mouth. “i guess i can fit you into my schedule.”

a joke was already forming to show you the fact of why richie had his famous name and he smirked. “maybe fit me into other places too?”

you rolled your eyes, taking his hand in yours once again, and pulled him in the direction of your locker. “don’t push it tozier.”

he leaned down to peck your cheek and uttered so quietly you almost didn’t hear. “that’s what she said.”

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