#sdr2 Fuyuhiko smut

[sparkymalone]

Hajime: Fuyuhiko, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Fuyuhiko, naked in Hajime's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Hajime, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Now THIS is a prompt I can sink my teeth into! (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Hajime froze in his tracks, staring, bewildered, at the sight before him. The beautiful, lean figure sprawled naked across his bed was gazing back at him, one fierce golden eye dark with lust.

He furrowed his brow in confusion, questioning the reality of this situation. That certainly looked like Fuyuhiko laying in his bed, but that couldn't be true. Not after their agreement.

The two of them had been so close for so long, it was hardly surprising that feelings began to develop between them. But with things the way they were, with the world presumably in shambles and their friends in various states of mental and physical trauma, they had agreed that this wasn't the right time to explore those feelings. Once they established some type of normalcy, then they could try again.

For weeks after admitting that there was something between them, the two young men had managed to keep up appearances. They treated each other normally and didn't show any signs of romantic or sexual interest. The situation wasn't ideal, but it was fine.

Behind closed doors was another story entirely. Hajime couldn't deny the way his heart longed for Fuyuhiko. Spending time with him was sweet torture, and he frequently had to excuse himself to his cottage to calm his racing heart, or, in the very worst cases, to deal with his physical desire. But he was determined not to break their agreement.

Fuyuhiko always seemed to be handling the situation better than Hajime. That wasn't too surprising, really, since the yakuza heir had so much self-control. Still, Hajime always felt conflicted when it seemed like Fuyuhiko wasn't bothered by the distance between them at all. He was still dedicated to keeping up their agreement, of course, he just wished that Fuyuhiko was having as hard a time as he was.

And so Hajime had no idea how to feel about the scene in front of him. He had just walked into his cottage after a very long day, and here was the object of his affection, naked in his bed despite being supposedly off-limits.

He realized that he had been silent for far too long and cleared his throat. “What… What are you doing here?” he finally asked quietly.

Fuyuhiko was watching him carefully from where he lay, spread out on top of Hajime's sheets. “Waiting for you,” he replied, as though that explained anything.

Hajime allowed his eyes to trail down the other man's body, taking in every scar and freckle, determined to commit the image to memory regardless of how this ended. “Okay, but… why?”

The blonde stretched languidly, arching his back in a very deliberate way, clearly pleased with the way Hajime was looking at him. “That's a stupid question.”

Frowning, the taller man met his eye. “No, it's not. We had an agreement, didn't we?”

Fuyuhiko turned onto his side, propping his head on his hand. “Did we?”

Hajime was getting thoroughly frustrated now. “Yeah. We agreed not to do anything like this.” Fuyuhiko started to respond, but Hajime continued, cutting him off. “We agreed that we were better off as friends… right?”

The blonde scowled at him. “I don't remember agreeing to anything like that.”

Bewildered, Hajime crossed his arms over his chest. “What? We had a whole conversation-”

“I remember agreeing that that wasn't the right time for us to be together,” Fuyuhiko interrupted. “We agreed that we were going to figure our shit out later, when we were less stressed. Well, guess what? We're never going to be less stressed.” He sat up, still maintaining eye contact. “But you know what helps with stress? Having someone who loves and cares about you. Having someone to kiss and hold and fuck when it all gets to be too much. That's what I want. And I think it's what you want, too.”

Hajime stared back silently, not sure how to respond to that. Having someone there for him sounded wonderful, honestly. And if that someone was Fuyuhiko, well…

“So, no,” the yakuza heir continued, “I absolutely do not remember agreeing that we were better off as friends. Now get your fucking clothes off and get over here.”

It only took a moment for Hajime to make up his mind. He quickly began shedding his clothing as he made his way towards the bed. He leaned one knee on the mattress as he moved forward, crashing his mouth into Fuyuhiko's, swallowing the other man's pleased moan. He tossed the last of his clothes off and climbed fully onto the bed.

Fuyuhiko's legs folded around Hajime's waist, pulling their bodies flush together. Hands and mouths roamed freely, finally exploring each other's bodies the way they had wanted to for so long. When Hajime finally sank himself inside of Fuyuhiko, it felt like exactly what he had been missing.

Afterwards, when they were laying together, sweaty and tired and spent, Fuyuhiko smirked up at his lover. “Still think we're better off as ‘just friends?’”

Hajime laughed softly, nuzzling into the other man's hair. “No. No, I don't.”

(But I think the prompt was meant to be more lighthearted than that?? Let me try again.)

It was the first day back from summer break and Hajime already knew he was doomed.

He caught Fuyuhiko's eye across the courtyard and the blonde raised an eyebrow at him, and Hajime felt his resolve crumble.

The two of them had spent a very long time insisting that there was nothing between them, that they were just really good friends. No one bought it, of course, least of all the two of them, but they both stuck to their story.

Until summer break. Somehow, one of them had started up a very inappropriate text conversation while Fuyuhiko was on vacation with his family, and they had spent basically the whole break flirting and borderline sexting. Hajime had even received a couple of photos that he promptly saved for personal use.

But now that school was back in session and Hajime was faced with the reality of actually seeing the other boy, he was panicking. Obviously the two of them were attracted to each other, but he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship just for the sake of getting his rocks off.

He had no idea how to explain that to Fuyuhiko, though. So his dumb, panicked brain decided that the best course of action would be to avoid his friend altogether.

And that's exactly what he did. He stuck to the reserve course campus, ignored Fuyuhiko’s texts, and tried not to notice him glaring at him from across the courtyard. It wasn't the best plan, and he knew he was going to have to explain himself sooner or later, but for now it was all he could do.

He felt awful about ignoring his friend, though. He genuinely cared about Fuyuhiko and didn't want to hurt him, but he was terrified of actually facing his feelings.

After classes, Hajime left the campus before Fuyuhiko could corner him. He wandered around town for a bit, ignoring the way his phone was blowing up. Eventually, he headed back to the reserve course dormitory, feeling like garbage. He briefly considered calling Fuyuhiko to apologize as he unlocked the door.

All of his thoughts ground to a halt as he walked into his dorm room. Fuyuhiko was inside, waiting for him, sitting in Hajime's bed. Naked.

Hajime's brain completely short-circuited. He had definitely locked the door when he left that morning, so how exactly had the other boy gotten in? And why was he there? And why was he naked?!

“Close the door, dumbass,” the blonde snapped.

Hajime obediently shut the door behind him, staring dumbly at Fuyuhiko. “Uh… how did you get in here?”

Fuyuhiko snorted. “You think I don't know how to pick a stupid lock? More importantly, how ‘bout you tell me why the fuck you're avoiding me?”

Cringing, the taller boy looked away. “I'm not,” he lied.

“Don't try to bullshit me,” Fuyuhiko snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. His intimidating pose was severely undermined by his nudity. “We flirt for the entire break and suddenly you don't even want to look at me?”

That got Hajime's attention, and he turned slowly back to his friend. “...It's not like that.”

The blonde glared at him. “Then, please, explain.”

Hajime was silent for a long moment, trying to figure out how to put his feelings into words. Fuyuhiko's nakedness proved to be too distracting, however, and he found himself staring, mouth working soundlessly.

Fuyuhiko didn't seem to mind being ogled, and he uncrossed his arms, stretching languidly. “Or you can just fuck me to make it up to me.”

Hazel eyes snapped up to meet gold, and Hajime swallowed hard. “We can't,” he murmured, and part of his brain began screaming at him. Why would you say that?! Just go for it!

The yakuza heir clearly didn't agree with him, and he laid back against Hajime's pillows, allowing his legs to fall open enticingly. “And why is that?”

Hajime's mind went blank for a moment as his eyes traced over every inch of Fuyuhiko's body. He had to remind himself to keep breathing. “Because we…” He cut himself off as Fuyuhiko began trailing his fingers up his own thigh, completely derailing Hajime's train of thought again.

Fuyuhiko clearly knew exactly what he was doing, if the smug look on his face was any indication. He gave an encouraging hum, prompting Hajime to continue.

The brunette took another deep breath, trying to ignore the way his cock was straining against his pants. “We agreed we were better off as friends, didn't we?”

Arching an eyebrow, Fuyuhiko feigned innocence. “Did we? I don't remember that.” One of his hands was on his chest now, lightly tracing one finger around his nipple, while the other gently palmed his erection. His lips parted as a soft gasp escaped him.

“Fuck,” Hajime hissed, completely overwhelmed by the erotic sight before him. “Neither do I,” he agreed mindlessly, already scrambling out of his own clothes.

He all but dove into Fuyuhiko's arms, kissing him hungrily. The smaller boy gladly kissed back, pulling Hajime's full weight down on top of him. Their bodies quickly melded together, both of them moaning breathlessly, and suddenly Hajime couldn't remember why he had ever wanted to avoid this.

You get a 2-for-1, anon lol.

[atypicalsouda]

Finished my newest Kuzusouda fic! Go check it out! 😁

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[spacieboi]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

Heyo so I’ve gotten a few request so I think it’s a good idea to put this up. I’ll probably take two or three at a time depending on my motivation and stress levels. It may take a couple days to weeks for me to get them done because guess what? I have a life, crazy I know.

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To request a fic please send it through the submission box. Please include character(s) name and specify reader’s gender if there's a preference. I work better with kinks or prompts so if you have one in mind please let me know. If there's any boundaries you want in place please also specify.

Before submitting requests please review rules below vvv

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Rules📋

- don’t rush me

- I have the right to choose what requests I accept and deny

- do not spam

- please respect my boundaries

Breaking any rule will result in a block

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Do’s✅

- smut/ limes

- fluff

- hurt/ comfort

- light angst (cheating, break ups, things like that)

- Character x reader

Don’ts🚫

- weird kinks (piss, scat, vomit, feet, etc. sorry besties)

- incest, step-cest, selfcest

- pedophilia

- gore or death

- mental disorders & self harm (feel like I couldn’t write them well)

- non-con, r*pe, physical abuse

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Characters I will write for🪐

Sorry if your favs aren’t on here it’s either because I don’t know them that well or I feel like I wouldn’t portray them correctly (or I simply hate them). This can and probably will be changed at anytime.

Haikyuu 🏐

Koshi Sugawara

Yu Nishinoya

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Tobio Kageyama

Shoyo Hinata

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Koutarou Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kenma Kozume

Tetsurou Kuroo

Danganronpa☠️

THH

Komaru Naegi

Makoto Naegi

Aoi Asahina

Byakuya Togami

Kyoko Kirigiri

Mondo Owada

SDR2

Hajime Hinata

Akane Owari

Chiaki Nanami

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Gundham Tanaka

Kazuichi Souda

Nagito Komaeda

Sonia Nevermind

DRV3

Kaede Akamatsu

Gonta Gokuhara

K1-b0

Kaito Momota

Kokichi Oma

Maki Harukawa

Miu Iruma

Rantaro Amami

Shuichi Saihara

This is the list for now but will prob change after I brush up on my danganronpa lol

My Hero Academia⚡️

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Shoto Todoroki

Mina Ashido

Momo Yaoyorozu

Tsuyu Asui

Ochaco Uraraka

The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K 🧠

Saiki Kusuo

Aren Kuboyasu

Kaidou Shun

(Might need to brush up on these guys a bit lol)

Jujutsu Kaisen 🥋

Satoru Gojo

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuji Itadori

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[idiotwhowritesshipstuff]

New rules

Normal requests

1.) I am willing to write character x character and character x reader however I do reserve the right to reject requests of certain ships and prompts I either dislike or am not inspired by

2.) I am rather flexible for what prompts I’m willing to write but I am unwilling to write pregame au, I think its an au filled with too much grey area and is an au I am personally disinterested in

3.) Go wild with angst requests! Send me requests of characters reacting to their s/o found dead in a brutal manner I don’t mind, fluff is fun too though don’t ask for smut I’m a minor :D

4.) 2 characters per ask only, if you want more for the same prompt send another ask, you can only send one extra ask so that maxes you out at 4. This doesn’t mean the request is strictly off limits after I write out the 4 but you do need to wait for me to actually finish the two asks before sending the same prompt, failure to comply may result in me deleting all the asks

5.) Requests you sent to other blogs are okay with me

6.) I am willing to write about asthmatic readers as I have asthma myself

7.) You can identify characters I do not write for by looking at the masterlist and seeing if their name shows up, if their name is missing that means I don’t write for them

8.) You can reference characters I dont write for in requests, I just wont directly write them (for instance you can ask for a request where a reader comforts Hiyoko over the death of Mahiru even though I dont write Mahiru)

8.) I will not write requests about screaming at the reader or reader fails a test or exam, I can write a character comforting someone for yelling at the s/o but yelling at the reader hits a bit close to home. Comforting reader does not apply to failing a test, it’s off limits

Yandere requests

1.)  Don’t ask for the reader to be physically abused by the yandere, I write for soft yanderes so the worst they’ll do is drug the reader

2.) Not every character I write for is allowed to be written as a yandere, I will write below which characters can have yandere requests

3.) I’m still a minor so no smut yandere requests pls

4.) I still have the right to refuse requests I have no interest in

5.) I will not write character x character yandere ships, yandere Danganronpa is strictly character x reader.

6.) Yandere reader can be okay in instances but they have a high likelihood of being rejected if I find that the chosen character would be boring with a yandere reader

7.) I dislike dead reader scenarios for yanderes. With normal requests I love them but with a yandere I’m not a fan

Characters allowed for yandere requests

THH

Byakuya Togami

Mukuro Ikusaba

SDR2

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Peko Pekoyama

Mikan Tsumiki

Sonia Nevermind

Izuru Kamukura (Izuru only, not Hajime)

DRV3

Maki Harukawa

DRA

Akane Taira

SDRA2

Kanade Otonokoji (Note: Every Kanade request is a yandere request, even if you put “non-despair” on it)

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Can we get a Fuyuhiko NSFW alphabet up in here? Your writing is SO good!

YES MY LIL KINGGGGGG I hope you love!!

TW:// mention of weapons (knives and guns)

A (Aftercare) lots of kisses and snuggles. He’s always super gentle and caring for you after, bc he doesn’t want you to be too sore from him. Back rubs, playing with your hair, just very touchy.

B (fave body part) he’s a chest guy. Regardless of gender btw. He doesn’t mind how big or small your chest is, he just loves to grab it and kiss it.

C (cum) he’s good at controlling himself, so he only cums once, but god is it well earned and built up. And there’s a lot.

D (dirty Secret) before you two officially started dating he would masturbate and think of you. He’s even accidentally moaned your name while somebody else was giving him a hand job.

E (experience) even though other people have given him hand jobs, up until he met you he was still a virgin. He’s gotten jerked off, and he’s used his hands on others before as well, but he’s never gone all the way.

F (favorite Position) anything if you’re facing him. He wants to be able to touch grab and kiss you.

G = (Goofy?) does he try to be? No way. Is he? Oh yes. The two of you have bumped heads and fumbled around and you laugh all the time. Which does tend to embarrass him some, but you always reassure him you love him.

H = (Hair) Fuyuhiko typically doesn’t shave or trim. He typically doesn’t care either way with you, but if he plans on going down on you he asks you to shave a little bit

I = (Intimacy) he isn’t the most intimate but he does try to communicate with you during sex. “You’re doing so good” “I love how you take all of daddy’s dick so easily” “you’re my little cum slut aren’t you?” Sorry I got carried away

J = (Jack Off) All the time. He purposely does it in rooms he knows you’ll be in so that you “catch” him and offer to help.

K = (Kink) bondage, knife play. He loves to tie you up, and loves to cuff you and bind you. He also likes knives. He’ll never cut you, but he’ll hold the blade to your skin so you feel the cold metal against you. He also loves to cut your shirts off of your body.

L = (Location) bedroom or bathroom, but typically in bed. Although if you ever suggest shower or tub sex, he’ll eagerly join you.

M = ( Motivation) he’s obsessed with lingerie. Show off your skin while you’re all dressed up down just for him. Also, call him your king. He’ll get a boned then and there.

N = (NO) the knife play, which was your idea, is the scariest thing he’ll do. He’s a Yakuza after all. He would hate to accidentally hurt you especially after what he does all day long.

O = (Oral) he isn’t the biggest fan of oral typically, although he knows you love it so he plans on doing it to you every once in a while.

P = (Pace) Fuyuhiko moves fast and deep. He loves bottoming you out and making you moan and whimper in pleasure, unable to even use your words.

Q = (Quickie) that’s complicated. He loves foreplay and makes sure it lasts for a while, but sex can be over within 20 minutes or so some of the time. Not a super quick quickie, but ya know. He also has come home from a tough day and you’ve had super quick shower sex.

R = (Risk) not unless you ask. Like the knife play, which was your idea, he would never do anything that could result in you getting hurt somehow.

S = (Stamina) not horribly long. Usually 30 minutes - an hour. He’ll always make you cum at least 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 times, whereas he usually only cums once towards the end.

T = (toy) he likes using vibrators inside you. He wants to watch you beg for him to take it out and just fuck you.

U = (Unfair) FUYUHIKO IS A TEASE TEASE TEASE!!! He literally does anything he can to get you to beg for him.

V = (Volume) LOUD. he moans, screams, dirty talks, grunts with every single thrust he makes- he’s always cursing under his breath too.

W = (Weird fact) he’s thought about bringing his UNLOADED gun into the bedroom before, because he knows you like the knife play, but it makes him nervous even though he knows he’d be extra careful and unload it before hand. He just doesn’t want to risk hurting or scaring you more than you agree too.

X = (X-Ray) Man, he might be short and small but his dick sure isn’t. Fuyuhiko is much bigger than average at about 9 inches. And he tries to get every inch of it inside of you.

Y = (Yearning) he honestly isn’t too horny most of the time. It’s usually after a really long day where he comes home and just needs to let go when he really wants you.

Z = (ZZZ) Fuyuhiko will always lay in bed with you after, but honestly, he’s just cuddling you. He typically turns on TV or a video on his phone and watches it while you lay together. Takes him roughly 2-4 hours before he even tries to sleep.

[bottomshuichi]

hi there! i was wondering if i could get some size kink head cannons for byakuya, fuyuhiko, and kazuichi pls :)) i know your requests are closed atm so no rush !!

Hello! Ofc! Size kink supremacy

Sorry if these aren’t the best heh

Size kinks hcs for Byakuya, Kazuichi, and Fuyuhiko!

Nsfw!

Byakuya

First off rich so ofc he’d buy you the biggest toys Bc he LOVES to see you stretch around them

Loves how small your hands are compared to his. Makes him feel powerful

P much can fuck you with his fingers and it’ll feel like an average sized dick inside u hehe

Makes you ride the big toys for him and show him how much you can take

Wraps his hands around your throat. absolutely chokes the fuck out of you

likes to see his hands on your thighs and hold them

when hes fucking you hell bite your ear and whisper stuff about how small you are. "You're so small, so fragile... You take me so well, take my royal dick like a good slut."

Fuyuhiko

He's not used to being the big one in the relationship, but if he is it gives him a big power trip

little man big dick :D

pins you to things and admires how small you are

likes to stretch you out!! see how much your little body can take

"you're always so tight around me, and I thought you were a slut."

likes when you suck him off because you can't really take a lot of him in your mouth and it gets him off so much seeing you struggle to take even half of him in

likes anal a lot bc its just so tight

like byakuya, loves to choke you!!

just loves to grope you all over so he can feel how much smaller than him you are

kisses da top of ur head :3

Kazuichi

absolutely in love with how small you are compared to him

you being smaller doesnt stop him from being rough, actually encourages it. he loves to ruin you and can do it so easily bc of how big he is inside you

leans over you and moans about how good you feel on him, how he loves your little self

loves doggy style because he loves being fast n rough with you

always praising you and admiring your beauty and how good you are at taking it

He likes to bite u :3 Bc his bite marks look so big and nice on ur shoulders n neck

Likes carrying you around!!! He’s very protective over you and likes to make you feel happy n loved and awaaaaa

Likes to fuck u against walls too Bc he can hold you :D

[rizubaby]

Danganronpa V2 Kinks & Headcanons | males.

genre ; nsfw headcanons.

summary ; my interpretations / headcanons for the boys from SDR2; what they're like in bed and what I think their kinks are.

tags ; mentions of various kinks / vulgar language.

note ; these are just my personal interpretations of the characters. Some may not agree or have other headcanons, which is fine. To each their own. ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

Hajime Hinata

Hajime would definitely be a bit of a wild card. He's open to almost anything. Whatever you're into, he's willing to try it out. You pretty much never know what kind of mood he's in.

While he certainly likes slow and sensual sex, he does also like to be rougher, especially when he's irritated or in a bad mood. He would just pin you down onto the bed or against the wall and fuck your brains out. When he needs to blow off some steam, you're always willing to let him take it out on you.

He likes receiving head, but loves giving head as well. Just having you tremble beneath him from all the orgasms he's given you right before he'll blow your back is just *chef's kiss*

He's not one to talk much during sex, but he adores your sweet moans and when you beg for him. When he's in a really bad mood though, he'll call you degrading names and throw some swears in here and there, just because he can't fathom how good you make him feel.

Kazuichi Souda

He loves being praised. He'll do anything to make you feel good. Can be kind of goofy, but takes pleasuring you very seriously. He likes when you take control, but only because he's high-key a simp for you. He can dom too, but he's a gentle dom.

Also really into voyeurism. He loves watching you pleasure yourself. He thinks you're SO beautiful. Your ass is probably his favourite body part. Slapping it, squishing it, anything. Teasing him would result in him turning as red as a tomato, probably. Just know that all that built up sexual frustration will come out later.

Would probably die from a nosebleed if he saw you walking around in just your panties or in his clothes.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Loves to be in control. Adores it when you give him head and swallow his cum or lick it off of yourself when he cums on your face or your tits.

I imagine him to be very into dd/lg stuff too. He'd call you "baby" or "my kitten" a lot. He loves it when you call him "master", for obvious reasons.

Swears a lot when fucking you. If you were being a brat, he'd punish you for it in all sorts of ways (and secretly loves it, though he has to pretend he doesn't). Whatever he's in the mood for, really; putting a collar and leash on you and drag you around, make you sit on his dick without allowing you to move, edging you, etc.

He would feel comfortable letting his guard down around you. While he likes having rough sex, he loves it when you're good to him and show him that you love him. Little kisses, playing with his hair, caressing his face... He'd melt.

Gundham Tanaka

Oooh, this man.

He's such a good lover. He'll make sure you feel comfortable and loved, and he'll call you sweet names like "my queen", "sweetheart" and "darling". Tells you you're beautiful a lot. Sensual sex is the way to go, no matter what pace.

Even if he's fucking you into oblivion (or into hell in his case), he'll still ask if you're okay and he'll praise you so much. Things like "you're doing wonderful, my love" and "hold on just a little bit longer sweetheart". He loves marking you, showing everyone that you're his beautiful queen.

This man definitely has a breeding kink. They call him the Ultimate Breeder for a reason.

Nekomaru Nidai

I'm not even going to lie to you, this man is A BEAST. Jesus Christ, the stamina on this dude.

With his height and physique, there's bound to be some size difference. And he LOVES it. He loves seeing you struggle to fit all of him inside you, it all adds to his ego.

He's VERY loud, and loves to hear you moan and scream too. While he's not even that rough in bed, because of the size difference and how big he is, it might as well seem that way. His stamina is through the roof, so you'd eventually have to call it quits yourself before you literally pass out.

Being the Ultimate Team Manager, he knows how to praise and encourage you. He'd have to be extra careful not to literally crush you sometimes, which is why he prefers positions in which you are on top. Again, being able to see you struggle really does it for him.

This may not come as a surprise, but he definitely has the biggest dick out of everyone. I mean, look at him. Come on now.

Nagito Komaeda

Definitely a sadist, like I don't know what to tell you.

He'd be sweet one second and a fucking asshole the next. He gets off of humiliating you and calling you names. Loves tying you up too, often using either rope or handcuffs.

This guy doesn't have a limit when it comes to kinks. Toys, edging, degradation, bdsm, torture, you name it. He loves it when you grab him by his hair too.

He wouldn't be one to top much, instead letting you take the lead. Sit on him, step on him all you want, he doesn't mind (in fact, he loves it). Masochist much?

Nagito would absolutely be into breath-play. Letting you ride his dick but simultaneously holding you by your throat would literally make him go crazy.

[thewildwilds]

Title: Trust, and a little courage Fandom: Danganronpa Characters/Pairings: Kuzupeko Rating: Explicit

Perhaps what she feels is an aberration. But no matter how many times she plays it over in her head, at every different angle, she cannot conclude her feelings are wrong.

(Peko Kuzuryuu wants. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu does his best to provide.)

[Read on AO3]

[sparkymalone]

My Kuzuhina smut compilation! Check it out lol.

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fic: somewhere surely lived (7/14)

fandom: danganronpa characters/pairings: fuyuhiko & peko as main POV characters + a "relationship of the day" character + some side characters. kuzupeko + 6 secondary ships. rating: e (not all chapters have smut, but a fair number of them do) summary: Hope's Peak is not just a dating program; it's a guarantee. With the right compatible partner, the benefits are endless: boosted life expectancy, improved self-esteem, increased productivity, new opportunities, better overall work and life satisfaction. For society's elite, Hope's Peak makes finding that partner straightforward, if not easy.

It provides an Ultimate Match-- provided the participants are willing to go through its paces.

(AU based on the Black Mirror episode, "Hang the DJ.")

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He’s late. He knows that even before he gets dumped off at the central hub. His device had beeped at him in the middle of the afternoon and he ignored it, kept ignoring it, until a preset alarm kicked in half an hour before and wouldn’t shut off until he manually dismissed it.

He’s not going to stand someone up. He’s not that kind of guy. It’s just exhausting, the idea of it, having to go back to that same fucking booth and talk about the same fucking shit and go through the same fucking motions until it’s over. A day, a week, a month, a year— it ends the same, no matter what.

So, he’s late.

She’s already at the table waiting. She hasn’t ordered her food, or touched her wine glass. She’s sitting there at an empty table with her hands in her lap, and the twist of shame in his stomach speeds his feet up.

She looks up at him when he gets there, and it’s only then, that close and at that angle, that the recognition hits him. She has high cheekbones, pale hair, and bright, focused eyes. The dim lighting of the restaurant softens out the harshness of her face a little, or maybe that’s just because he knows better now.

The careful neutrality in her expression opens up into surprise.

“Oh,” she says. “Hello.”

“Hi.” He puts his hand on the back of the booth. “... I know you, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she answers. “We met at Ruruka and Sounosuke’s pairing day, a few months ago. You might not remember, but—”

“Oh, no,” he says, “I remember.” He slices the air with his index finger. Color rises in her cheeks. It brings out her eyes.

“I didn’t get your name, before,” she says. “I wanted to thank you. For…”

“Fuyuhiko,” he tells her. “And don’t mention it.”

She smiles, that little curve that’s almost not a smile. “Peko,” she answers.

His stomach is doing something stupid. He told himself he wouldn’t let himself get dragged down this early in the game.

She holds her hand out. “... Would you like to sit?”

Right. “Right.” He unbuttons the front of his jacket and slides into the booth. “Sorry. Made you wait this whole time and now I’m just standing around like an asshole.”

“It’s alright,” she says. She turns in her seat, opens up her purse, and then she has her device in her palm, held out over the table. She looks back at him expectantly.

Right.

He fishes in his jacket for his, and thumbs through the options: Main, Info, Expiration. It’s just a button. If they both tap their screens at the same time, the system will tell them how long they have.

He looks up at her. She must already be on the right screen, because she’s watching him, one finger poised over her device. She’s still smiling that little not-smile. He tries to put ‘thirty-six hours’ to her face, and his stomach sinks. He tries ‘eight months,’ and feels sick.

Technically, checking the date is a choice. The system doesn’t force it. It’s just that everyone does check. Why would you not want to know if you were about to waste your time?

Impulse grabs him. “What if we didn’t?” he asks.

She frowns. “Didn’t?”

“Didn’t check it. Didn’t know.”

She looks down at her screen. Her finger curls back around the edge of the device.

“Just— Listen, hear me out,” he says. “What’s the point of knowing, anyway? No matter how long it is, you still just end up waiting for it to be over. You’re setting yourself up, every single fucking time.”

“I suppose,” she says dubiously.

“How about this,” he says, “if either of us ever decides we do want to know, we look. No questions asked. But to start out…” He shakes his jacket back open, puts the device away, and shows her his empty hands. “You and me. That’s it.”

Something about that gets her attention. She looks up at him, contemplative.

“If you decide right now you want to know, we’ll look,” he tells her. “But… how about it?”

She sets the device aside on the table. “Yes,” she says, and her eyes are warm. “Alright.”

He finds himself smiling, too. “Great.”

*

The house has a full kitchen.

It’s a stupid thing to be relieved about, after he just got done trying to make an argument for not checking the expiration, but it at least means they made it past the thirty-six hour mark and the two week mark. He’s okay with that.

(She runs her hand over the wide granite island, and lingers there. Maybe she's relieved, too.)

“You can have the bed,” he calls back to her, when he goes for the extra blanket in the bedroom. It's in the same style, in the same place, like always. “I’ll sleep on the couch for now.”

She looks at him from across the kitchen. She says, “... Why?” like he’s just suggested the dumbest thing she's ever heard.

“Because,” he says. “I’m not gonna force you to share the bed with me on the first night.”

“You wouldn’t be,” she answers. “It’s fine. There’s no reason for you to be uncomfortable when there’s room enough for both of us.”

“It’s not about that!” His ears are hot. He glares at the wall. “It’s- It’s the principle of the thing.”

She stares at him. She steps around the counter, past him, up into the bedroom. He thinks maybe she’s decided to let it go, except then she tears the second, full blanket right off the mattress.

“Hey!” He twists in place, when she stalks past him again. “What the hell?”

The couch is sectional. She’s able to split it into two roughly-equal pieces; either one is technically long enough for him to sleep on without breaking his knees, but neither is even close to long enough for her, which is why it makes no fucking sense when she bundles herself down onto one.

“Are you serious right now?”

She stares back at him, resolute. She’s not the shrinking, unsure girl from the pairing day.

“You know what?” He flings his blanket on the opposite couch. “Fine. You’re on.”

1 DAY

When he wakes up, she’s still asleep. She barely fits on the couch, even with all the pillows thrown off, but she’s still perfectly peaceful. A loose lock of hair curls over her cheek, and flutters with each slow, even breath.

Meanwhile, his back hurts like hell. It’s somehow worse than the last time, like it got used to him sleeping in a real bed for eight months and is lashing out at him now for switching back to couches.

He keeps doing it. He’s not gonna be the one who cracks first.

3 WEEKS

They get invited to a pairing day.

He doesn’t want to go. It’s irrational and stupid, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to go, and he’s fine with that— until he tells Peko he doesn’t want to go, and her expression briefly crumbles into something crestfallen.

“Of course,” she says, “I understand,” and just like that she’s bounced back up into neutrality, like the downswing never happened. It annoys him in a familiar, prickling way.

“Do you want to go?” he asks her. “I didn’t think you liked them, either.”

“They can be tiring,” she agrees. “Especially when they last the entire day. It’s alright. I understand.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says.

“I don’t want to go if it will make you uncomfortable.”

“Dammit, Peko, that’s not what I asked.”

For a second she looks so pained that he thinks he may have pushed too hard. She’s not Rantarou. Her walls aren’t the same.

“I... think they can be enjoyable,” she admits. “Under the right circumstances, and…” She looks down at her hands. “... with the right person.”

Shit.

She isn’t even wrong. The last pairing day hadn’t been all bad. The food had been good. For a few minutes, the company had been good.

“Alright,” he says. “Okay.”

“Please,” she says, “don’t feel like you need to—”

“But,” he says over her, “if it sucks, we’re leaving early. Deal?”

He sticks his hand out between them. She almost smiles, and clasps it back. “Yes.”

*

It’s not bad. The party itself is a classy affair. It’s held on the patio of some hollowed-out mansion down by the river, with colorful fairy lights strung up around the railings. They dress to match, both in black: him with a subtle gray pinstripe and her with sheer silk ruffles on her sleeves.

It starts in the early evening and goes on into the night. It’s warm, but not sticky; the river keeps tossing rolling breezes their way, enough to always keep things on the edge of comfortable. Summer stars spill out into the sky over the water. There’s drinks, food, music. It’s romantic. As far as fancy dates go, it’s solid.

The only problem is, he can’t seem to keep himself from spending the whole night neck-deep in his own ass.

She’s got more patience than he deserves. She puts up with him the whole time, all his comments and little scoffs and sour mood. She tries to bring him back up. She stays at his elbow, talks with him, keeps the two of them away from the cloying chatter of the main crowd.

She tries the whole night, and it falls apart anyway. Not because of her. Because of him: how he blows up over nothing, how he shouts loud enough for people to turn to look at them, and how he stalks off like a child, shoving his way through the crowd of guests.

She saw someone she recognized. She’d wanted to say hello. That’s it. That’s all.

He hops the railing of the patio to get closer to the riverbank. It’s the only part of the yard that’s mostly devoid of people, and it’s where all the fresh air is coming in. He needs the fucking air.

She finds him, even though she’d have every right to leave his sorry ass behind. She hops the railing, too, effortlessly, even in a little dress like that, and sits down on the bank. Not beside him, but close enough, a few feet away.

She doesn't say anything. She wraps her arms around her legs and watches the water.

The speakers dim. There’s a stretch of long minutes where there’s no music at all, just the gurgling of the river and a few buzzing crickets. There's no one else out here. Back at the house, someone has picked up a microphone, and the rest of the party has crowded together for the grand finale.

Peko is here, with him.

“I left early, the last time,” he says. He can’t look at her, but he sees her turn her head in his periphery. “Right after the ceremony, like you said. That’s why you couldn’t find me after.”

“I see,” she says, carefully. She’s confused. Who could fucking blame her?

“My last relationship got all fucked up at that pairing day,” he says. “I’m not- I’m not making an excuse. I’ve been an asshole tonight. I know that. I just— It’s not fair to you, when it’s my shit I’m all hung up on. So… I’m sorry.” He folds his arms over his knees. “That’s it.”

She’s quiet. She’s watching him. “It’s alright,” she decides, and that’s the only way he can think to describe it. A decision: hers, not his.

“Yeah?” he demands anyway, because apparently he can’t fucking stop even after he’s just gotten done apologizing. “How do you figure?”

“You need time,” she says. “The system doesn’t account for recovery. It can take a toll.” She stretches her legs out in the grass. “I understand.”

Whoever it is finishes giving their speech. The house erupts into cheers and applause.

“This could be over tomorrow,” he tells her.

“It could,” she agrees.

“And you’re okay with that? Letting me fuck around for however long trying to get my shit together, while you’re stuck wasting your time?”

“I don’t see it as a waste,” she answers, and it’s soft, but her eyes are steady.

There’s a commotion up on the patio. The crowd is starting to spill out toward the steps. “They’re leaving,” Peko says, rising to her feet. She dusts off the end of her skirt. “Would you like to see them off?”

“I don’t even know their fuckin’ names,” he says, “do you?”

“Chisa and Kyousuke,” she answers, without missing a beat. He looks up at her, and her smile is embarrassed. “... It’s written on most of the decorations.”

“I hate these fucking things.”

She holds her hand out to him. “If you prefer,” she says in that same careful, noncommittal way, “we could leave instead.”

He lets her pull him to his feet.

5 WEEKS

They keep sleeping on the separate couches. She rolls off of hers every morning like it’s nothing; she does a few stretches, laces up her shoes, and is on her way out the door, all before he’s even managed to get his spine in the right alignment.

“Fuck,” he groans into the pillow, “how do you do that?”

She twists her hair into a high ponytail at the top of her head. “There’s room in the bed, I believe,” she says, “if you’d be more comfortable there.”

He bows over the edge of the couch, and hangs his head down to stretch out the line of his vertebrae. “Fuck off,” he mutters into his knees.

She hovers. “I could show you a stretch,” she says. “It may help.”

He’s fine. He doesn’t need it.

But she offered, so he lets her.

*

They figure out how to get the system to let them order ingredients, instead of just more of the pre-made meals. He doesn’t think it’s possible, but she insists and keeps insisting until she manages to hit on the right voice command.

They go the full gambit: meat and fish and grains and vegetables. They fill up the kitchen. They order for weeks in advance, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It’s reckless, potentially pointless, and for once, in the moment, he doesn’t even think about it.

She orders a parade of different cheeses for a casserole recipe she loves, which is how she finds out he’s lactose intolerant. He orders a bottle of a sweet, fruity Merlot, which is how he finds out that she doesn’t like sweetness much.

She does try it, though. She manages three or four sips before her mouth puckers and her nose scrunches, a pinch of delicate disgust. It’s an expression he hasn’t seen on her before. She wears the negative ones even less often than the positive ones.

“Alright, alright,” he says. “Message heard loud and clear. I’ll get something drier next time.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, but she’s smiling when she leans over to put her glass down next to his on the countertop. They’re standing close enough that her sleeve brushes his elbow. The wine has left a faint red stain on her bottom lip.

She’d taste like the sweet plum of the Merlot, if he kissed her.

She doesn’t like sweetness, she said, but he does. He could sweep the flavor out of her mouth for her. All it would take is for him to shift his weight forward, part his lips, catch her open mouth, and—

“What is it?” she asks.

He clears his throat. He steps back from the counter. “You got ideas for dinner?” he says. “I’m gonna warn you right now, I’m a shitty fucking cook.”

2 MONTHS

He doesn’t need any more time.

If he knew they had a day left, or a week left, he wouldn’t waste it. He’d kiss her right now, tumble her down into their unused bed, and use every goddamn second to make up the difference for the mess he’s made her sit through.

He doesn’t want to do that, though.

He wants to take her somewhere special. He wants to have the date that pairing day was supposed to be, the two of them together under a smattering of summer starlight, maybe some dancing, maybe to a waltz on the piano. He wants to be able to wake up a month from now with his arm around her waist and take a few extra minutes of their morning, just because.

He decides on, “Let’s go somewhere,” over breakfast, when she’s still damp and shiny from her shower, pale hair turned dark over her shoulders.

She smiles at him. It still makes his stomach do something twisting and stupid.

*

It’s not fancy. There’s no starlight or piano waltz. They hike one of the shallow paths through the woods to see where the first licks of autumn are starting to turn the leaves orange and yellow. They have lunch on a couple of stumps. He asks to hold her hand on the way back, and she says yes.

When they get home, they sit together on the couch (his couch, he thinks, and it rings in his head the same way his bed might), and he opens a bottle of Bordeaux that she likes much better.

It’s an accident when it happens, maybe. They're sitting close enough that their knees are touching, talking about what other commands for the device Hope's Peak might be keeping on the down-low. She turns away to set her glass down on the coffee table.

Maybe he doesn’t need to have his head at that angle when he says her name. Maybe she doesn’t need to dip her chin like that when she turns back to him. But he does, and she does, and they catch there in the middle. It’s a brush, that’s all it is, but neither of them do anything to turn it into less than that.

He reaches for her with both hands. He frames her face, thumbs behind her ears and fingers tangled in her hair. She inhales just a little, sharply, and when he tugs, she sinks forward. She kisses him like that: no accidents, no pretense.

There’s not enough room for both of them on the couch, not like this; they slip and fumble trying to find a configuration that’s comfortable, and keep bumping hands and elbows. It’s fine. He doesn’t care. He loses traction once when his knee slides on the slippery fabric of her dress, and the smile that breaks against his mouth is more than worth it.

He pulls back enough to look down into her face. Her mouth is red. Her eyes are dark. His hand hovers at the high edge of her dress, where the skirt has slid up to the top of her thigh.

“Do you…” His whole mouth feels dry. He wets his lips, and it barely helps. “Tell me to fuck off if you want, but I was thinking… maybe…”

Behind him, his device chimes. It’s so loud it makes him jump, and she exhales a breathy laugh when he has to make a grab for the armrest behind her.

“No consent preference registered,” it chirps. “Fuyuhiko, do you consent to oral sex as the giving partner?”

Beyond the edge of the couch, he can see that her device has lit up, too, on the end table. They’re always tracking them, he realizes. Reading their intentions— and sharing that data, when it’s relevant.

Peko’s realized it, too. She’s gone scarlet— not just pink, fully red, right up to her hairline. She turns her face down against his shoulder, and the only benefit of that is that she can’t see his face, either.

“Shit,” he says into her hair, and it’s as much laughter as it is disbelief. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“The system requires that all participants submit their consent prior any sexual activity,” his device explains.

“Fuck, alright, yes, okay? Yes.”

It chimes again. “Thank you, Fuyuhiko.”

“I’m sorry,” she says in a small voice. “I didn’t realize—”

“Yeah,” he says. “Next time we gotta remember to do that part first.” She still won’t raise her head. He turns his lips against her temple so that she can feel him smiling. “What I was gonna say, was, uh… Y’know.” He slides his hands up her thighs, beneath her skirt, and hooks his thumbs into the elastic band of her underwear. “That. Basically.”

Her head snaps up from his shoulder. Her eyes are wide.

“I mean,” he hedges, “if that’s okay with you. It really only asked me, I guess, so—”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I- I… yes.”

He sinks to his knees in front of the couch. She lets him skim his hand back under her skirt to help her slide her panties down and off; they’re plain, black cotton, simple and practical. From this angle, he can see how every heavy breath rolls from her belly through her chest and out her throat.

She’s flushed and beautiful.

Her device chimes. “No consent preference registered. Peko, do you consent to oral sex as the receiving partner?”

She draws both hands up the inside of her thighs, and lets the hem of her dress catch on her fingers. She murmurs, “Yes,” with her eyes on him, lidded and intense, and it makes him feel like his hair is standing on end.

“Thank you, Peko.”

He leans in.

The angle’s bad, at first. The couch cushions are soft and deep; that’s fine for when he’s trying to sleep, but not so much when she keeps sinking back too far for him to keep pressure where she needs it. Her hand flutters on his shoulder, clenching and releasing. He’s getting a crick in his neck.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and then, “Hey,” again, until her eyes flutter open. “Try- Try scooting up a little.” He spreads his palms wide on the outsides of her thighs. “Closer to the edge, so I can…”

She bites her lip. She’s flushed down to her chest. “But...”

“It’s okay,” he tells her. He scoops his arms around the small of her back in a clumsy hug, the most he can think to do. “I got you, alright? Last thing either of us want is for you to fall on your ass, I swear.”

She nods, unsteady. She lets him draw her down to the edge, and lets him lift her knees over his shoulders. It leaves her sprawled on the couch cushions, dress hiked up around her waist, with her hips pressed close and spread open.

He brushes his lips against her, not even a kiss, and she inhales, sharp and quick.

“Oh.” She pulls his collar hard against the back of his neck. “That’s… That’s better.”

He laughs against her, so that the sound vibrates on her skin, and her breath stumbles back out. “Yeah?”

Her hands scrabble for purchase against the back of his head. She’s trying not to press down, and doing a bad job of it. “Yes,” she whispers. “Go- Go, please.”

She’s dead fucking silent, the entire time. She lies there with her head tipped back against the cushions, her throat bobbing with every swallowed sound, and he thinks he’s fucking it up, at first. He starts to pull back, means to ask her what he’s doing wrong and what he could do better, when her fingers twist around his ears to keep him in place, hard enough to hurt.

He switches gears. He turns off the part of his brain that focuses on sound, and focuses instead on the things that make her knees tremble around his ears, or her nails rake back across his scalp. He figures out where her line is, learns to feel when she’s right up on that edge but not letting herself past it.

“Come on,” he growls against her. He sits up on his knees, and smooths his thumbs into the grooves of her hips. “I got you. Come on.”

She shudders. She spills over. She gasps, “Fuyuhiko,” at the ceiling, and it hits him like a stone, right in the gut.

He carries her through it. He tries to. Maybe the best he does for her is make sure she actually doesn’t fall on her ass. He has to come up for air as much as she does when it’s done, when she’s looking at him like that, lips parted and eyes dark, with the fingers of one hand curled around his ear.

“Fuck, I wanna kiss you,” he manages. “Can I kiss you?”

She surges forward, and grabs him by the face with both hands. She kisses him, full-on and messy, even though his mouth must still taste bitter and slick. She wraps her arms around him and drags on his shoulders until he gets the memo to come up off his knees.

He holds himself over her, both hands on the back of the couch. He has to brace one knee on the cushion between her legs to keep himself upright. “Shit,” he whispers against her mouth. “You’re incredible.”

Her lips move against his, too, only he can’t concentrate on what she’s saying because his blood is roaring in his ears and she just thumbed through the button on the front of his slacks. She fumbles with his belt, finds his zipper, and then she stops.

He’s dizzy. It’s a struggle to find her face, until he realizes it’s because she’s bent her head forward, against his chest.

“Wh-What?” he pants. “What’s wrong?”

She tilts her chin. He can see the flat edge of her smile. She’s trying not to laugh. “It wants to know… if…”

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Goddammit.” He rearranges his grip on the backrest, and clenches his eyes shut. “I consent, you stupid piece of shit.”

“Thank you, Fuyuhiko,” his device chirps behind him.

The momentum is broken. Her thumb at the top of his zipper feels more awkward now than promising. “Sorry,” he whispers, “I- I should’ve thought this out better. You don’t have to— I mean—”

She turns her face back up to him. Her fingers curl around his cheek. She presses gently, until he tilts his head in the direction she wants, and then her lips are on his again, softer this time, slower.

Her hands settle on his hips. Her thumbs hook in his waistband, tug until it slides down enough to give her room to work, and his breath catches in his throat.

“Peko,” he gasps against her mouth.

It doesn’t take much, even after all that. The warm curl of her fingers, the touch of her tongue to the roof of his mouth, a few quick twists of her wrist, and that’s it: he’s done. He tries to garble out a warning, but she just presses her free hand against the back of his head to hold him in place while it shudders through him.

They’re a wreck, the both of them, when it’s over: her with her hair a mess and her makeup smudged, hanging off the edge of the couch, and him half-draped on top of her, barely able to keep his balance.

He touches his forehead to hers. She traces the curve of his jaw with her thumb.

“Bed?” she asks.

He breathes in her smile. “Yeah,” he answers, “fuck this.”

*

It’s the best goddamn sleep he’s had in months.

When he wakes up, it’s abrupt, and dark, and cold. He doesn’t know much with his brain operating on empty like that, but he does know that his half of the bed is wider than it’s supposed to be. He reaches for her, paws out into the space, and finds the edge of the blanket again. He drags it back around his shoulders.

He just barely remembers to grumble, “Peko.”

“Go back to sleep,” she murmurs, and there, she’s there, close to his ear. He can’t keep his eyes open long enough to look at her.

“What the fuck,” he slurs into the pillow. “It’s nighttime.”

“It’s morning,” she corrects. “I shouldn’t miss my run.”

He swings his arm blindly sideways, and finds the curve of her shoulder. He grabs, and only gets her sleeve. “Don’t go.”

She presses a kiss to the side of his neck, just behind his ear. She’s smiling. “Go back to sleep.”

Somewhere along the line, he does.

10 WEEKS

“What do you think about tiny dogs?” he asks her. They’re on the couch together, sharing a blanket, his legs tented over her lap. “The yappy, strung-out looking ones?”

She traces the line of his shin with her thumb. She doesn’t want him to see it, but the corner of her mouth tugs sideways. “I think they’re nice,” she answers.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“That’s fuckin’ crazy,” he tells her. “They’d bite your fingers off as much as look at you.”

She doesn’t rise to his bait, and she doesn’t take back her answer. It’s her turn. “Are there any sports you like?”

“Baseball,” he answers. “Played it for a while. I’m better at watching it, though.”

“I see.”

“Right, so, if you—”

She squeezes his knee. “I get to ask again.”

“What?” he laughs. “No, you don’t. How come?”

“You asked two.”

“Bullshit I did! ‘Seriously?’ doesn’t count.”

She holds her ground. She lifts her chin at him, and she’s not smiling, but her eyes get narrower underneath like she is.

“Alright,” he says. He leans forward, his elbow on the back of the couch beside her head, and lets his knees fall flat into her lap. “Fine. What’s your second one?”

Her hand finds the side of his face. The tips of her fingers trace the edge of his ear, and it tickles, but he’s determined not to show her any weakness. He sighs, a long, slow exhale, and touches the tip of his tongue to his lips.

Her eyeline drops down.

“Peko,” he says, and it rises back up, painfully slow. He’s won, and she knows it. “What’s your second one?”

(He’s an idiot. He’s underestimated her, like he does every time.)

She curves her thumbnail along his hairline, dips her chin, and asks him in a murmur, “What would you like to do next?”

He loses, right then and there. No chance. He accepts the defeat gracefully, and rolls her over so that she's the one in his lap.

3 MONTHS

He wakes up with his arm around her waist.

They take a few extra minutes in their morning, just because.

15 WEEKS

“You’re not paired with her,” Natsumi tells him. “You know that, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that just because you dumbasses didn’t check the expiration, it doesn’t mean you don’t still have one.”

“Obviously,” he says. “I know that. We both know that.”

She stares at him over the lid of her smoothie. It gurgles as loudly as she can make it.

“Really?” she asks. “Because it kinda seems like you don’t.”

4 MONTHS

He counts the days up. Four months, almost exactly. They’ve overshot it by a few, and it turns out he likes that less than if they’d been a few days shy.

He’s done the math. His average is two months. Hers is five. They’re sitting pretty at almost exactly the point their expiration date should be creeping up on them.

He doesn’t say anything to her. It’d defeat the purpose. Just because he let Natsumi get under his skin again doesn’t mean that he should be making Peko anxious about it, too. What they have is working. Letting the system shove its nose between them adds nothing and takes away everything.

Still.

It’s too late for the summer stars, but the autumn ones are just as good. He takes her out by the river, down to the spot where the sprawling, rickety house they used for the pairing day is sitting empty. She lets her arm unwind from his and steps close to the water, her chin tipped up to the sky. Moonlight and starlight spill over her, and gleam silver in her hair.

He taps his device. The hidden speakers in the trees fade in: a slow piano waltz.

She looks up at the sound, and then down to him. He holds his hand out. “Dance with me?”

Her lips turn up into her not-quite smile. Color rises in her cheeks, and brings out her eyes. She reaches her hand out, too, and her fingers curl into his.

They spin lazily together, there on the riverbank, in the grass and soft soil. It isn’t even a real waltz; it’s way too slow and uncoordinated for that. But his arm fits around her waist, and she’s looking back at him with her eyes soft and open in a way they hardly ever are, and the rest of it doesn’t matter. None of it. The steps, the device, the system, the goddamn fucking wall.

The song slows down. So do they, swaying steps devolving into swaying shoulders.

He imagines that tomorrow is their last day. He imagines that this’ll be the last time he sees her like this, touched by silver moonlight like that, looking back at him with her eyes like that. He imagines her at a pairing day with someone else, beautiful in a light spring gown, with her name on all of the decorations, and he kisses her.

When he pulls back, her eyes are shining. She presses her knuckles into the corners of them. “Wait, wait.” He wraps his hands around the back of her neck, tugs her down until her forehead is pressed against his. “You— Don’t cry. Why are you crying?”

She blinks the tears away. She shakes her head, just a little, just enough for him to feel it. “I love you, too,” she murmurs against his lips. “That’s all.”

22 WEEKS

He keeps counting. He can’t help himself. Once he knows the number, each morning is another increment. Each new total carves itself into the inside of his skull like tic marks on a prison wall.

*

“Is something wrong?” she asks.

They’re having breakfast, toast and coffee and sliced fruit. She has one hand on his knee below the table. They don’t have anything planned for the afternoon; she’d wanted a quiet day in, just the two of them, and so had he. He wants as many of those as he can get, from however many days there are left.

There are soft frown lines between her eyes, and he needs to be honest. It’s too late now not to be. “We've been together five months,” he tells her. “More than that. Hundred and fifty-seven days, tomorrow.”

She doesn't understand, at first. Her gaze goes soft, at first, like he’s told her good news, because it is. It should be. It’s something they should be proud of. A mark of what they’ve done, and what they could do.

It isn’t, though. Not where the system is concerned.

She sees it in his face, maybe, or maybe she just knows him well enough now that she understands the implication of his counting. She gets there. Her hand lifts off his knee.

“You want to check the expiration date,” she realizes.

His stomach twists. “No!” He leans forward, and his elbow jostles the edge of his plate. It sends cutlery to the table with a clatter. “No. Peko, no, that’s not it.”

She’s not listening. Her device is on the table, by her elbow, and it lights up under her touch. She swipes through the menus with quick, deliberate precision: Main, Info, Expiration.

“Peko—”

“We agreed,” she says. “As soon as one of us changes their mind, we look.”

He has this sudden, irrational panic that she’s going to look at it without him. He doesn’t even know if that’s possible, and he grabs her wrist anyway. “Stop it,” he says. “I didn’t change my mind, alright?”

“Will it make you feel better?” she asks him.

He hesitates.

“Then we should look,” she says, and holds her finger over the screen.

“You're not listening to me.”

“Please,” she says through grit teeth. Emotion still manages to tremble its way through. “Whatever time is left, I…” It trembles out into her fingers. She clutches the device to keep hold of it. “I don't want it to go to waste. So if doing this helps you, then…”

“This isn’t gonna fucking help!”

It’s louder than he means, sharper than he means. He seizes her hands with both of his, and shoves the face of the device down into the table. It makes a sound like splitting plastic, but he knows it won’t break.

“Maybe it would make me feel better,” he tells her, and forces his volume down. “Maybe. For a second. That’s not what this is about, okay?” He swallows. Breathes. “I don't want to know when it ends.” He can feel her trembling. He drags his thumb over the ridges of her knuckles. “I don't want it to end at all.”

Peko is looking down at their hands. She’s not crying. She’s wearing the same sort of carefully neutral look she had when he was late for dinner the very first night, lonely and quiet, slightly strained at the edges.

“The system makes mistakes,” he says, and now he's trembling, too. “99.8. That’s .2 percent of people who get fucked over. You wanna look at me and tell me this doesn’t feel like a mistake to you?”

She looks at him. She doesn’t say anything.

“Everything happens for a reason,” the device chirps, muffled between their fingers.

*

She kisses him every morning, before her run, while he’s still half-asleep. She brushes her lips wherever she can reach him, between the tangle of blankets: his cheek, his temple, his chin, his wrist.

He teaches himself to count those, instead.

6 MONTHS

He’s in the bedroom, fixing his tie in the mirror. She’s in the kitchen, packing their boxed lunch for later. It’s too cold for a picnic now, but the central hub has a cozy little lounge area with some fireplaces and worn-comfortable loveseats. They’re going to the aquarium first, then lunch, then a concert in the evening.

“Yo, Peko,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Yes?”

“When is this thing tonight again? I was thinking if we have some extra time, maybe—”

His device chimes on the vanity in front of him.

It's programmed with maybe four or five distinct sounds. They all get used for different things: notifications and alerts and acknowledgements. They overlap in a lot of places, by categories. There’s only one that’s unique. There’s only one he can recognize without trying to, or needing to, or wanting to.

He looks at it through the mirror, and the letters are backwards, but he knows. He knew before he looked.

END

He thinks: they didn’t even make it to thirty. She’s given him twenty-six sleepy, early-morning kisses since he started counting.

He barely even remembers the one from this morning. He tries. He grips the sharp edge of the vanity until his palms hurt, and tries to remember. She kissed him on the shoulder, he thinks, the outside curve of it. It’d been lazy, a brush. She’d been tired, too. She’d wanted to stay in bed with him, but she hadn’t.

He grabs the device. He turns on his heel, and stops in his tracks.

She’s already in the doorway. Her device hangs from her limp left hand, but it’s still lit up. He can still read the face of it.

END

“Peko—”

She talks over him. “I would like to say something.” Her voice is steel bent to its maximum; her face is a sheet of ice about to shatter.

“The relationship has ended,” their devices say in echoing unison. “Both participants must vacate their living quarters.”

“I want you to know that I have treasured every moment we spent together,” she says, rushed and clumsy. She struggles. It’s not like her at all. “And that I- I will always treasure them. It has been… unlike anything I’ve experienced in my life.”

“The relationship has ended. Both participants must vacate their living quarters.”

“I know that it’s selfish of me to ask. I know that this will pale in comparison to the connection you will have with the person you are matched with, when you meet them. But I… I hope, if you can, that you’ll remember this, too.” There are tears in her eyes, and she lets them spill over. “I hope that you’ll remember me, too.”

“No,” he rasps.

“Fuyuhiko—”

“How can you still not get it?” Emotion bubbles up his throat, and then his eyes are stinging, too. “How can you stand there and say that kind of shit to me? Like- Like I was going to forget anything. Like I ever could, like I’d ever want to?” He can’t stand it. She talks about herself like she’s a ghost, like she doesn’t matter, and she’s so goddamn frustrating. “I don’t want their fucking match, Peko!”

Her device lights up: a red, flashing ring around the face. He can see the reflection of it on her skin. He looks down, and his is blinking, too.

“Failure to vacate is considered a breach of system rules. Failure to comply with the system may result in banishment.”

He drops it. It hits the floor flat on its face and goes spinning into the wall. He crosses the space between them in two long steps, and reaches for her with both hands.

“I want you,” he tells her. “Only you.”

She sways into him. She lets out a breath, shaking and damp. Her free hand comes up to curl loosely around his wrist, and the other presses her device into her stomach, where the pretty lace of her blouse swallows up the warning light.

He sees it in her eyes. He swears he does. A spark, like possibility.

“Failure to vacate is considered a breach of system rules. Participants have three minutes to vacate, or security will be called.”

He watches her let it wink out.

She whispers, “Please.”

He lets go.

[shslrose]

♔masterlist♔

Hello, I’m Rose. Welcome to my blog! 

Danganronpa Imagines (Requests: CLOSED)

Gundham Tanaka

Safe - You get scared while watching a horror movie with Gundham (fluff)

Angel - In which Gundham believes you are angelic (fluff)

Beach Days - In which Gundham sees you in a bikini (fluff)

Beach Nights - Sequel to ‘Beach Days’. (smut)

The Amusement Park - You explore the Amusement Park with Gundham (fluff)

late nights - Gundham has been staying up late to work on his website, and he wants your help, as the Ultimate Graphic designer (fluff)

Winter Wonderland - You have a snowball fight with your childhood friend and crush, Gundham, during the first snowfall of the season (fluff)

massage - you give your boyfriend, gundham, a massage and he tells you exaggerated stories about some of his scars (fluff)

fate - you get along well with animals, leaving gundham awestruck

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Hope - He’s a member of the Ultimate Despair. You’re a member of Future Foundation. What could go wrong? (angst / fluff)

Cute - Fuyuhiko opens up to you after losing Peko (sounds angsty but its fluff!)

Nagito Komaeda

The Ultimate Cheerleader - Nagito develops an obsession with your hope (smut)

Praise - In an attempt to combat his self-hate, you begin to praise Nagito (fluff)

Mondo Owada

Promise - Mondo makes a promise to keep you safe (fluff)

Dorm - Sequel to Promise. (smut)

Kaito Momota

Believe - After waking up in a locker, you explore the Ultimate Academy with Kaito

Leon Kuwata

home run - You cheer Leon on during one of his baseball games (fluff but the ending is kinda steamy lol)

Multi-Character Posts

DRV3 Boys (Kokichi, Kaito, Shuichi, Rantaro, and Keebo) react to you being falsely accused of murder

SDR2 Boys (Nagito, Gundham, Fuyuhiko) React to You Flinching 

SDR2 Boys (Hajime, Kazuichi, and Izuru) React to You Flinching

Marvel Imagines

Daredevil

Peace - in which matt murdock needs you (fluff)

Care - a mentally ill reader x Daredevil drabble (fluff)

Allergic - a drabble in which foggy knows you like matt (fluff)

Notice - in which you notice matt, and he notices you (fluff)

REQUEST GUIDELINES

I write for all Danganronpa games (DR: THH; SDR2, and DRV3) but only for male characters. I do not write for Teruteru or Hifumi.

Thank you so much for reading, please send in a request if there is something you would like to see me write. 

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

MASTERLIST

Danganronpa

THH

Kyoko Kirigiri

Buzzed: Kyoko x Mikan Fluff

Mondo Owoda

Wanna Make a Bet? NSFW

Mondo x Miu NSFW HC’s

Yasuhiro Hagakure

Dirty Little Secret NSFW

SDR2

Nekomaru Nidai

NSFW ABC’s

Mikan Tsumiki

Buzzed: Kyoko x Mikan Fluff

Gundham Tanaka

NSFW ABC’s

Izuru Kumakura

Possessive Izuru HC’s

Hajime Hinata:

Jealous Hajime NSFW

Peko Pekoyama

Fuyuhiko x Peko x Reader

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Fuyuhiko x Peko x Reader

NSFW ABC’s

V3

Miu Iruma:

Miu x Mondo NSFW HC’s

Miu x Keebo NSFW HC’s

Keebo

NSFW ABC’s

Miu x Keebo NSFW HC’s

Kaede Akamatsu

Dom Kaede

Danganronpa 3: The Anime

Kyosuke Munakata

Birthday Sex NSFW HC’s

Ouran High School Host Club

Tamaki Suoh

Who’s Your Daddy? Fluff

NSFW ABC’s

Haruhi Fujioka

Haruhi’s Girlfriend

Kyoya Ootori

NSFW ABC’s

[rizubaby]

General nsfw headcanons | Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu.

genre ; nsfw headcanons.

request ; general nsfw headcanons for Fuyuhiko.

tags ; gn!reader, dd/lg, cum play, name-calling, degradation, edging, oral, vulgar language.

this is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

Okay, let's dive straight in

Fuyuhiko doesn't fuck around, literally

He knows what he likes and he loves it even more if you're into the same stuff as he is

Though he wouldn't do this stuff with just anyone. He wants a lifelong partner who he trusts and loves very deeply. Your deeper connection is what truly turns him on

Knowing him, it's no surprise he can be very rough with you, but he actually has a softer side as well

Don't get me wrong, he loves having rough sex, but he treasures the moments where you just lay in each other's arms or have very loving and intimate sex. The boy just needs some love

Show him how much you love and care for him and he's over the fucking moon. This in turn makes him that much more passionate (and hotter) when he fucks you

He's VERY much into cum play. Ohhhh boy

He adores the sight of his cum anywhere on your body, especially on your face

If you lick it off of yourself or play with it a little, he might just cum again just from that

It gives him a sense of power, knowing you're completely and utterly his and that he can do with you whatever he wants (with your consent of course.)

Ooooo and when he's in the mood, he loves calling you names, be it degrading or very sweet and loving (mostly degradating though)

"You like that, my little cockslut? You're MINE. "

His little grunts are so lovely ahh

He likes pulling your hair too, yanking you backwards so he can bite your neck and mark you

I absolutely love the idea of him being into dd/lg stuff. It just makes sense to me

The cute nicknames he'll call you, the power dynamic, the PUNISHMENTS he'll give you, holy shit

His favorite nickname for you is "kitten", he'll call you that a lot

If you're being a bit of a brat, he secretly gets a real kick out of punishing you. He has to act like he doesn't enjoy it sometimes, but both of you know he fucking loves it. Maybe that's why you're acting like that on purpose?

His absolute favorite ways to torment you are edging you, or having you sit on his lap with your hands tied behind your back and now allowing you to move

He knows exactly how to get you worked up, so not allowing you to relieve yourself and seeing you get all hot and bothered makes him rock hard

His dirty talk and profanity is so fucking hot I cannot stress this enough

He'll have you suck his cock until your throat is sore for sure. If he's giving you oral, he'll go painfully slow, to the point where you're begging him to go faster/rougher/etc.

He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair and beg for him

I feel like Fuyuhiko does own some toys, but he doesn't use them much

He uses a collar and leash a LOT though, you know he fucking loves to use that thing on you

The funny thing is, as much as he likes to dominate and be rough with you, the second you take charge he'll turn into a flustered mess

He'll be blushing so hard and be so turned on, he'd melt on the spot if you were to touch him

Like I said before, your deep love for one another is what truly turns him on, and having you take charge in pleasuring and taking care of him makes him love you even more (if that were even possible)

Basically you get the best of both worlds with him; he can be very rough and dominant and fuck you until you're seeing stars, but he can also be a loving and caring partner that will caress your face while he makes sweet love to you. ♡

[forbidding-souda]

new mod

yoyo!!! im mod fuyuhiko, hella cool being here! it's my first time being a mod, but im def not new to writing, so im real excited!

about me: i amm afro american! im a huge sucker for horror games, pixel games, games and rpgs! think house, omori, undertale/deltarune, stardew valley, all that good stuff. i have a huge crush on hajime, izuru and like.. half of the sdr2 cast. i also change up the characterizations a little! i write tsumugi differently from canon, i write kokichi as the ultimate prankster, and i write korekiyo specifically without his whole sister thing.

favorite characters: hajime, izuru, fuyuhiko, peko, nagito, chiaki, rantaro, kokichi, shuichi, kaede, and gonta!

what i write: pregame v3, various au's, fluffy stuff, headcanons, drabbles/short fics, angst if an idea strikes me good, and fics based off songs [ not a songfic, but i listen to music and write what the vibes give ]!

what i don't write: nsfw/smut, ult supreme leader kokichi, songfics, chatfics, really graphic themes, and i don't write for a handful of characters [ nekomaru, mahiru, hiyoko, imposter, teruteru, himiko, maki, tenko, canon gonta ].

-mod fuyuhiko

[thewildwilds]

12 for the nsfw prompt thing?

12. “we couldn’t find a condom so we’re getting each other off in other ways” sex

Lots of people requested this prompt! This is some more Gambler/Yakuza AU, and definitely explicit this time around. Enjoy!

They all but crash into his hotel room together. He should probably pull away, so he can see where they’re going, but goddamn are her kisses addictive as all hell.

They stumble over to the bed together, lips still locked. She’s already undoing his tie. He reaches for the bedside drawer, gropes around for that little foil package.

His fingers only touch air.

He breaks the kiss so he can actually see for himself.

The drawer is empty.

“Fuck,” he hisses, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. “Fuckin’ shit. I don’t have a condom.” Figures that the one night he manages to get lucky, he forgets to buy another box. He looks up at her hopefully. “I don’t suppose you—?”

“No,” she sighs, pulling away, and all of a sudden it just feels too cold without her near.

“So… I guess we can’t—”

“No,” she repeats firmly.

“Okay. Okay. Fine.”

Silence fills the room, awkward and palpable. (She has options. If she wanted, she could call one of her bodyguards to go fetch a box, but surely there’s no quicker way to kill the mood than having a lackey hand-deliver condoms to your door.)

He drops to his knees in front of her. “Come here. I’ll get you off like this.” He tugs her closer and she only just barely manages to keep herself from tripping. She glares at him. He can only smile apologetically as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her panties so he can tug them down her legs. “Put your leg on my shoulder.”

She’s too stunned to do anything but acquiesce. He parts her kimono to the side so he has room to work.

“Hold onto me, if you want.” He smirks up at her. “You’re gonna need it.”

He doesn’t have time to savor the huffy expression on her face before he’s taking a breath and diving right in.

“Oh—” she gasps. Her knees nearly buckle from underneath her, but that’s what he’s here for. He helps keep her upright as he licks a long stripe up her center. Her hips jerk forward, perhaps involuntarily, but he’s not gonna ignore it. He works around all the sensitive little spots he’s learned that make her shudder and gasp.

He readjusts his grip on her thighs, guiding her over his attentive mouth. Judging by the sounds she’s making, she’s perfectly okay with this alternative so far. Her fingers clutch onto his scalp, almost painfully, and he can’t help but grin; he’s sure she can feel it too, because she reaches down and pinches the back of his neck.

Her sharp breath hisses over her teeth when he sinks two fingers inside her, his mouth never slowing, never stopping. He uses the thumb of his free hand, swipes lightly over her clit before he replaces it with his tongue. He works his fingers and mouth in tandem, driving her on and on for heavenly minutes that almost feel like hours, until she’s keening.

She comes in no time, gasping as her body trembles. He helps draw it out, lets her ride the waves until she’s completely satisfied. He only slows when she does, slumping half-above him with sapped energy.

He helps lay her on the bed so she can catch her breath. She peeks her eyes open enough to look at him and he grins, a cat that’s got the cream.

“Come here,” she says, sitting back up. She reaches to undo the front of his pants. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

“I sure hope not,” he manages, moments before his eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

[dangandespairimagines]

May I ask what requests are in the queue atm, if that's okay? Just curious how big your backlog is. Thanks!

Absolutely! This was good for me to do tbh because I am incredibly unorganized lol.

I have 70 requests at the moment, two of which might get condensed to two others, which would take me to 68. Full list under the cut so you don't have to scroll past 80 lines:

- Hajime and Nagito x Doting S/O Headcanons (half-finished, I'm really stuck on Hajime lol)

- Nagito befriending Future S/O during Killing Game

- Platonic Fuyuhiko x Child!Reader

- NSFW Headcanons for Hajime

- Gender Neutral!Reader bringing Gundam, Sonia, Mondo, and Hiyoko to a rock concert

- Marshmallow Hell Headcanons with the DR1 Boys

- SDR2 Girls moving in with Male S/O in Austin, Texas

- Gundam x Leon x Reader First Dates/Kiss

- Headcanons of Peko and Gundam taking Kotoko to Build-A-Bear

- Domestic/Marriage Headcanons for Kazuichi x Fem!Reader

- Junko tying her girlfriend (Reader) to a chair and shaving her head

- Teruteru teaching Fem!Reader to cook and it turns NSFW

- Teruteru x Reader first kiss

- Teruteru x Extra Horny!Fem!Reader

- Teruteru Romance Headcanons

- Hifumi x Fem!Reader connecting over manga

- Teruteru and S/O discover their teen daughter got a nose piercing

- Teruteru and Nekomaru with Wholesome!Baker!Fem!Reader that likes picnics

- Mondo x Fem!Reader dislike each other but discover a photo revealing they might've been together pre-killing game

- Cuddling Headcanons for Hifumi

- Sonia pegging Reader while Gundam watches

- Teruteru with equally dirty-minded reader (might end up combining this with the extra-horny!reader one)

- Teruteru x Nekomaru workout turns smut

- Gundam comforting Reader after learning they were sexually assaulted

- Teruteru x Neurodivergent!Male!Reader who rambles a lot (mood lmao)

- Top!Hajime NSFW

- Peko x Fuyuhiko x Reader

- Gundam NSFW Headcanons

- Hagakure x Asahina first kiss

- Kazuichi x Fem!Reader where Kaz gets motion sick and Reader comforts him

- Ishimaru x Male!Reader cuddling

- Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi where both are simultaneously trying to confess to Reader (this was sent in before I said I could write V3, but it's all right)

- DR1 Characters (I get to choose) with Fem!Ultimate Zoologist!S/O scared of thunderstorms and loud noises

- Kazuichi x Nagito ice cream date

- Gundam walks in on Fem!Reader wearing glasses, which she's self-conscious about and normally wears contacts (anon accidentally sent this with Gonta and corrected themself, but if you're reading this you can send it in again with Gonta if you wish! I can do both)

- NSFW Headcanons for Teruteru

- Korekiyo x Sub!Male!Ultimate Butler!S/O NSFW

- NSFW Headcanons for Togami

- Gundam and Nagito SFW content (no other specifications; also anon you can send V3 now if you wish!)

- Protags + Mondo reacting to walking in on Fem!S/O masturbating to them

- Fem!Reader Thigh Riding Headcanons for Byakuya, Rantaro, Mondo, and Gundam

- Kirumi Tojo x Fem!Reader NSFW

- Hajime x Reader x Nagito cuddling

- Leon, Kazuichi, Makoto, and Nagito x S/O who's obsessed with playing with their hair

- Dom!Teruteru x Transmale!Reader Wholesome NSFW First Time Headcanons

- DR2 Boys x Chubby!Fem!S/O

- Teruteru Fluff Headcanons (might combine this with the Romance Headcanons)

- SDR2 Boys with Blind!Reader (I am not blind so please be patient for this one, I want to make sure I do research!)

- Nagito, Fuyuhiko, and Hajime x Reader they don't know very well approaching them at a school dance

- Yasuhiro and Kiyotaka x Reader hurt/comfort

- SDR2 Boys x S/O being executed for a crime they didn't commit

- Nagito, Togami, Taka, and Mondo receiving post-orgasm stimulation from Reader

- Reader comforting Nagisa through a panic attack

- Fuyuhiko, Gundam, and Akane with Kind and Wholesome S/O

- Fluff/angst of Yasuhiro

- Togami x Hagakure Relationship Headcanons

- Clingy!Nagito x Big Titty!GF

- Gundam, Kiyotaka, and Fuyuhiko x FTM!S/O whose parents aren't supportive (mood)

- Platonic Nagito x Ultimate Friend!Reader during killing game

- Hajime x Reader Fluff

- Gundam x Sub!Transfem!Reader NSFW

- Mikan x Transmasc!Reader on a sweet date

- Yasuhiro drowning scene like in Disney's Aladdin

- Kaede x Miu Kaede shaves her head and Miu ends up liking it

- Togami, Toko, and Junko reacting to Trans!S/O showing top surgery scars for the first time (gender was not specified but anon used "they" pronouns so I'm doing AFAB nonbinary. If you see this and I guessed wrong, please let me know!)

- Male!S/O comforting Sonia, Miu, Chiaki, and Celeste after they fought with neglectful parents

- Ultimate Skydiver!S/O taking Makoto, Shuichi, and Kazuichi skydiving and proposing during the parachuting part