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[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Reader - Marshmallow Hell Scenarios

Details: For those who don’t know, Marshmallow Hell is an anime cliche/trope where someone falls face first into/is smothered by someone’s breasts. Also, this is for anyone with breasts, no pronouns are mentioned

Warnings: language and lewd suggestive scenarios but its kinda PG-13/Teen

SDR2 spoilers in some sections, but some will be implied to be Island Mode/no despair

Word Count: 4.5K words - around 500 for each boy

Byakuya Twogami

It was normal for you and all of your classmates to convene in the hotel restaurant every morning. You ate breakfasts handmade by the Ultimate Cook, discussed the day’s plans, and just caught up with each other. There were already cliques and little sub-groups within the whole - people who favored each other. Nekomaru could often be found getting stronger or training with Akane, Sonia and Gundham spoke of their interest in the occult, and Hajime and Chiaki had grown quite close. Ibuki had developed a fondness and sort of infatuation for the group’s self-appointed leader: Byakuya Togami. It seemed natural to want to be closer to someone titled the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, as he held wealth, status, confidence, and yet a bit of mystery. Ibuki, however, seemed to take to him more than the others. She was constantly asking him questions, playfully praising him, following him around.

This morning in particular, you were minding your own business, in the corner talking about beach-going plans with Chiaki after having just finished your breakfast. Ibuki, loud and boisterous, was trailing behind Byakuya, asking after what their esteemed leader had planned for the day, and Hiyoko, short-tempered as ever, was slowly losing her patience with the noise so early in the morning.

You actually had to commend Byakuya on his own patience. For someone who would be easy to judge as pompous and stuck-up, he actually was quite good at keeping his cool and naturally taking up his post as leader. He passed by Chiaki and yourself on the way back to the kitchen of the restaurant, and you nearly felt bad for the man who appeared to still be groggy from sleep and yet was being bombarded by conversation. He handled Ibuki well. Hiyoko, however, had enough it seemed.

“Ugh! Shut the hell up! I just woke up and you’re being annoying! Go talk to Mr. Ham Hands in your private cabin if you wanna suck his gross, cheesy dick that bad!” Clenching her teeth in frustration, Hiyoko reached out and shoved Ibuki as hard as she could with her angry little hands. The strength such a hateful little body could produce was actually quite surprising. Ibuki screeched, stumbled abruptly forward into Byakuya, who, taken by surprise, tumbled forward onto you. Like a stack of dominos you all went down with quite a bit of commotion.

With the hefty size and height of the Affluent Progeny before you, you were easily taken flat to the ground with a gasp. Everyone turned to look at the situation: Ibuki collapsed across Byakuya’s ass and legs, and Byakuya smothered head first into the plush front of your breasts. Time seemed to stop for a second, and Byakuya raised his head, cheeks aflame with embarrassment at the undignified position. You looked back into his eyes with just as much shock. Hiyoko covered her mouth with both hands, holding back how devilishly delighted she was at the chaos she’d just caused.

“Well, well! If the big rich boy wanted some play that badly, he probably could’ve just asked (Y/N)! I must say, I’m quite jealous of his position!” Teruteru teased, wiggling his fingers, imagining himself switching places with Byakuya.

Byakuya scrambled to his feet, lifting himself off of you in a hurry while sputtering defensive, angry retorts about how a gentleman of rare stock such as himself would never stoop so low and something about not being a common rake like the promiscuous chef.

Teruteru Hanamura

Teruteru was playful, unserious, relaxed in most aspects of his life and personality. However, you noticed he was fiercely serious when it came to cooking. It was his passion, his life’s work, something he didn’t play around with. You admired how much time and effort he put into his craft, and loved to watch him work. He spent every breakfast, lunch and dinner period making a literal feast for all of his classmates, and you often liked to either watch him work his magic in the kitchen, or get more hands-on and actually help him. You found him funny and knowledgable, and liked learning little recipes and cooking methods as much as eating the finished works. However, it was nice to be complimented, compared to delicious dishes and praised for your cooking assistance skills. You found yourself having a lot of fun with him.

At the moment, you were helping Teruteru in the dining hall of the old building by the hotel. Your class had prepared a little party of sorts for tonight, a little feast and get-together to chat, have fun, and just be carefree for a night. Now done with the dishes, it was all about plating and arrangment. He wanted the dining hall to stun your peers when they arrived in the next ten minutes or so.

He was up on a ladder, piling up a tower of sashimi and nigiri a mile high. You spotted him, nervous about the height he was at, especially with his short frame. You had your arms out in preparation, ready for any spills or to catch stray strips of fish meat. Everything had to be perfect. He took pride in that. Ice on the bottom, a cold room, fresh meat, the proper placement.

Teetering to place a bit of yellowtail and red snapper on the top of his masterpiece, you heard him gasp a bit, one foot stumbling over the other on the top step of the ladder. Determined not to crash into and therefore ruin his mountain of fish, he quickly shifted his weight, twisting so he instead fell away and off of the ladder and unfortunately, onto his gracious helper. You grunted with the impact, slamming flat onto your back on the hard floor with Teruteru on top of you. With his height and the angle of the fall, his face planted so very conveniently into your breasts.

It was almost a little too perfect of a scenario for someone like him, and you flustered up immediately, questioning if he’d done it on purpose as he took his good old time getting up. Of course, lewd remark after lewd remark ensued, as he took advantage of the situation fully. How often would he get an opportunity as lucky as that?

Nekomaru Nidai

Nekomaru had many more positive traits than negative ones. You absolutely loved spending time with him, as he radiated positivity and pushed all of those around him to be their best self and train their bodies and minds. He was all about mental and physical strength, as was expected of the Ultimate Team Manager. Nekomaru trained champions, and so he could never just let his friends go without realizing their full potential. You very much enjoyed his presence, his overwhelming energy, hearty laugh, encouraging personality.

Spending time with Nekomaru often meant also spending time with Akane. The two walls of muscle often bonded over their shared interest in being strong in body and mind, and today you’d agreed to train with them. Nekomaru was good at reading people’s insecurities - better to help overcome them - and today, he insisted on honing your senses, as the killing game left you feeling vulnerable and even a bit useless. There’s no one you trusted more to help you get out of those feelings. It was good to get your mind off of things while training to become less of a target for a killing. Two birds, one stone and all that.

Nekomaru had all four of you blindfolded: you, Nekomaru himself, Akane, and Hajime Hinata, who often got roped into silly activities with whoever seemed to be available to hang out that particular day. Nekomaru insisted he could use the training as well, so here he was. The next hour or so was spent dodging light attacks, relying on hearing and sensing danger when sight was not an option. Nekomaru always went easier on you and Hajime, saving the harder hits for Akane, who would never accept any less. Out on the beach behind the diner, you felt the sand between your toes, the wind on your face, the blindfold forcing you to perceive your surroundings in a whole new way.

You swivled on your heels, hearing someone new approach from the south, and you assumed everyone else heard them, too. It was Ibuki, as you easily reognized from the voice.

“There you guys are! We couldn’t find you for like, forever! Anyhoo! Teruteru sent me to round y’all up! Soup’s on! Come on back to the-” before Ibuki could even finish her words, Akane was bolting, blindfold still on, toward the first island, and only Ibuki would actually see what happened next:

Akane, all speed and no sight, plowed into Hajime and pushed past him. He yelped, splatting onto the ground at full-force.

“Ouch! What the fu- ah!” Hajime was cut off as Nekomaru, who also was now heading in the same direction as Akane, tripped over Hajime’s prone body on the sand, tripping face forward onto you, innocent of the chaos and unsuspecting while still blind to the world around you.

“Gah!” Nekomaru’s deep voice rumbled, clumsily taking you down with him, his huge mountain of a body easily smashing yours into the sand below him. Ibuki could only laugh at the cluster-fuck in front of her, the chain of events that lead to Nekomaru face planting directly into your chest. His exclamation of surprise was muffled into your soft mounds of flesh. You were speechless, just wondering what the hell was going on.

“Aww man, sorry, Hajime!” Nekomaru, hearing Hajime yell out beforehand, assumed it was the skinny brunette crushed below him. He reached up for the blindfold, lifting it and immediately feeling a rush of embarrassment set his cheeks ablaze. The tips of his ears were on fire and his heartbeat was racing, now making eye contact with you.

He wasn’t oblivious to his size, knowing whoever he’d fallen on top of was almost certainly pinned and unable to get up until he moved, so he scrambled to is feet, apologizing profusely and helping you to your feet while Ibuki made teasing remarks just a short distance away.

Gundham Tanaka

It was a rare stormy night on the beautiful tropical island. All outdoor activities were off the table, and so you and your good friend, Gundham, decided on spending time in his cabin. It had taken a lot of work to get Gundham to this point, where he let a “mere mortal” into the safe space of his private quarters, and he was still closed off in some ways. He had walls up: about his heart, his past, his Four Dark Devas, and you’d slowly broken many of them down. He still was his own quirky, awkward, edgy self, but around you, he was slightly more relaxed. He didn’t usually let others interact with his Devas, and he still insisted they could turn on even himself in a moment’s notice as they were powerful beasts and truly their own masters, but he was more comfortable letting you hold and take care of them than anyone else. You’d earned that right. You were worthy in his eyes.

You loved his personalized cabin, overrun with hamster tunnels and pet care items. It was so cute and cozy, a stark contrast to his own presentation to the world. Tonight, he regaled you with embellished and dramatic tales of his past feats while the Devas crawled all around you. One was under the collar of your shirt, trying to siphon away your body heat, another used your shirt sleeve like a tunnel. One sat in your lap, eating a seed you offered. Gundham’s storytelling was so entertaining to you because he was so effortlessly good at it. It was an accident that he was so alluring.

Without warning, lightning cracked outside and the lights went out. It was pure black all around you, and you assumed your peers in their own cabins were experiencing the same thing.

Freaking out a bit, Gundham yelled for his Devas, calling them back to his own side. Again, though he trusted you, and didn’t want to admit any faults in his breeding and training methods, at the end of the day, the Devas were animals with instincts and wild at heart. He feared them panicking at the sudden darkness and lashing out to scratch or bite you. He could handle it, as his bandaged arm proved, but he didn’t want that happening to you.

He reached out frantically for the Devas in the dark, lunging forward, scrambling and stumbling until he accidentally toppled you over. Clumsily, he fell forward onto you. You yelped at the impact, not seeing but feeling the Devas scramble for cover away from you before they could be crushed by their owner. Now flat on your back in the darkness, you smelled a masculine, fragrant gel product as a coif of hair tickled your nostrils. Quickly you realized that Gundham Tanaka had pinned you, his face smashed into your bosom.

The monitor that adorned every individual cabin flashed on, the monochromatic, evil bear appearing with a sheepish look across his mischievous face.

“Sorry there, kiddos! Backup generator comin’ at ya!” As if he even cared in the first place, he giggled before disappearing off the screen once again.

The lights shuttered and then flashed back on, Gundham now able to fully take in the situation. His eyes met yours, and widened in absolute horror, mouth agape. He shoved himself off of you immediately, crawling back to his side of the floor and gathering his Devas into his arms. He preferred to pretend the whole thing never happened, hiding his now tomato-red face behind the folds of his scarf.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito was acting weird. Like, weirder than usual. You were all in the hotel restaurant for your morning meeting as always, save for Fuyuhiko, who was in the hospital after Peko’s trial the day before. Nagito was a clammy, sweaty mess, ranting and and raving about the most random things, and just… lying a lot?

You knew Nagito a little better than the others in the group, actively choosing to befriend and get to know him as much as he would allow, but one didn’t need to know Nagito well to know that he was lying. He was saying the most outlandish, obvious lies in rapid succession.

“Nagito, is this a joke? What are you up to, now?” Hajime, ever cynical and suspicious questioned the pariah of the group, who held himself in a crazed embrace, arms wrapped around his shaking form as he rambled on.

You also knew from spening time with Nagito that he was ill, extremely ill. He was so physically ill that it extended into affecting his mental and emotional wellbeing as well. It wasn’t like he didn’t lie to push his own goals from time to time, but this was different. Something was wrong. You’d all observed that Ibuki and Akane were acting strange as well, and so Hajime, kind of the default leader of sorts, put his flat palm to each of their foreheads and found them ablaze with heat. Ah ha! So there was an illness on top of the illness. Nagito was lanky and pale as it was, but today, he was a ghost of even that.

The group discussed what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong with your three obviously ill classmates, when Nagito, chuckling in a frenzied, unstable way, started to wobble on his feet. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he stumbled, beginning to drop. You swept forward and moved to catch him before he could hit the floor and take some real damage. With someone as sickly as him, a good fall would probably mess him up big time. Losing consciousness, his dead weight fell face forward, directly into the cushion of your breasts. You fumbled with his weight, struggling to keep him up while he nearly suffocated into the plush surface that smothered his face. You panicked, looking around for help, humiliation in your expression. He was heavier than his gangly frame suggested.

Hajime Hinata

You had the despair disease.

And you had it bad.

Forced into the hospital on the third island, you, Nagito, Akane and Ibuki had been quarantined, separated from most of your healthy classmates. Only Mikan, Fuyuhiko and Hajime visited the four of you on a day-to-day basis, both to care for you until you were better and to protect you from being victims of the killing game. Hajime, being closer to you than the others and someone who considered you a true friend, also just wanted to be there to keep you company. If he caught the disease trying to protect and visit you, so be it. He wasn’t really worried about it.

Little did Hajime know, you very much saw him as more than a friend. Although you’d never admit it to him, you were head over heels for your intelligent, perceptive, caring classmate. Your crush couldn’t have been bigger. When the disease first began to manifest and you were in the more mild stages of it, you tried to keep him away from the hospital, because it was clear to you which form of the disease you’d caught.

Akane had cowardice, Nagito lying, Ibuki gullibility, and you… 

It was most definitely love… or lust, or infatuation… you couldn’t quite tell. You’d like to think it was love, because if it was just lust or infatuation, you’d think you’d be climbing all over Fuyuhiko and Mikan when they came to visit, too, but so far, your grabby hands had only been reaching for Hajime. Your mind had been infected with an all-encompassing passion for Hajime Hinata, and Hajime Hinata alone.

Again, when you were more conscious and healthy at the begginning stages of the disease, you could recognize the involuntary increase of feelings swelling in your heart. You tried to warn Hajime to stay away, fully aware of what was happening to your body. He insisted on taking care of you just as he would help Mikan take care of the others, regardless of your warnings. As your fever burned and the sickness ravaged your body, you found it harder and harder to not grab at him when he approached, to not flirt shamelessly, to not look him up and down and imagine him without his shirt on. On days when the island felt hotter than usually, you subtly even suggested that he just be rid of the white uniform shirt altogether. Hajime had been a blushing mess around you all week, but had done his best to ignore the touches and advances, as he knew you weren’t in your right frame of mind. Though he secretly liked you more as a friend as well, he’d never take advantage of your predicament.

On this day in particular, the disease seemed to be at its climax. Your body was going through waves of heat flashes, sweat pouring from your hairline and onto your face.

As soon as Hajime opened the door to your hospital room, you leapt out of the bed before he could even speak a word. Your heart burned with affection as you latched onto him, jumping into his arms and smushing his face into the crevice of your breasts, very much on purpose.

“Hajime~ I missed you~” You crushed his nose into the sweaty cleavage of your bosom, wanting him to feel the warmth and love you held for him.

“(Y-Y/N)!” Hajime sputtered, stunned at the surprise attack, could barely breath, smothered into the embrace.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You really admired Peko for her strength, skill and silent grace. She was strong and knew she was strong. She didn’t boast, she was confident in her art form. She was truly the Ultimate Swordswoman. Although it was quite hard at first, you’d managed to get close enough to her to consider her a friend. Being close to Peko by default meant you’d have to get a bit closer with Fuyuhiko as well. The pair were inseparable it seemed, and you didn’t mind that. Fuyuhiko, despite his fiery, spiky exterior, was actually much more thoughtful and kind that most people knew. You’d grown to realize that those who earned a modicum of his trust and friendship would not be disappointed in the type of man he could be. He often tagged along, pretending he didn’t want to be there when you hung out with Peko.

You stood on one side of the beach with Peko across the way on the other side. Peko took up an offensive stance, preparing for a head-on attack. She’d agreed to teach you some swordsmanship and martial arts basics here and there after seeing your interest, and so here you were, on your third lesson. Today’s learning goals included the basics of defensive stances, blocks, counters.

You weren’t picking up the skills as quickly as you’d like, though Peko always encouraged you to press on in her sisterly, stern, blunt way. Fuyuhiko stood nearby, reading some old book from the enormous library while leaned carelessly against the outside wall of the diner. He looked up occassionally to watch you two and comment, to scoff or tease when you messed up or express concern begrudgingly when he felt like Peko was going a little hard on you. Though she was supportive verbally, it seemed that she sometimes forgot her own strength compared to a beginners when it came time for action.

Frustrated with your own skills, you spaced out a bit, sighing and dropping your guard for just a moment, the wrong moment. Peko surged forward for an attack, noticing your lack of focus just a second too late.

“(Y/N), block!” Peko spoke curtly as she approached. With that wake up call, you brought the practice sword up at the very last second, just barely avoiding a head-on attack from the master swordswoman, one that probably would’ve knocked you out cold. Your pathetic excuse for a block took away a bit of the brunt impact, but Peko’s pure strength had you stumbling back still, knocked backward off your feet.

Fuyuhiko, softer in the heart than he’d like to admit, looked up upon hearing the commotion and, in an instinctual moment of reaction, dropped his book and lunged forward, ready to break your fall, if even just a little. You made eye contact with him on the way down, dropping hold of the sword and twisting to grab onto his petite frame. 

You easily tipped over his small body, taking him down with you. You instantly smothered him - your chest lining up perfectly with his nose and mouth - cutting off his airways as you two hit the ground. You were crushing him.

Profanities and protests fully muffled against your chest, Fuyuhiko struggled and swore, insulting you and hurling hateful curses from his compromising position.

Kazuichi Souda

You were making your way to Strawberry House from Grape House. In the elevator beside you was your good friend, Kazuichi, or just Kaz’, as you’d affectionately taken to calling him. You two often moved together, hanging out nearly every day, and now that you were all locked inside the funhouse, nothing had changed. In fact, with the danger of the killing game motive, you probably spent even more time linked at the hip with Kazuichi, as you liked to have each other’s back. He was a true friend to you.

Not only did you find Kazuichi’s unique style intriguing and his personality hilarious, but you really respected his unmatchable skill in engineering. He was a master, able to fix, take apart, and fix again nearly every machine or piece of tech that was thrown at him. He often, in fact, didn’t see just how amazing he was. Sure, he bragged at times, but you sensed a lot of insecurity under the surface, like he would never know just how valuable and important he actually was. You would often ask for his help fixing things or beg him to teach you some of what he knew.

On what you expected to be a short ride in the elevator, you were chatting it up with your best bud, complaining about the lack of food and the eye-strain caused by the bright walls of the fun house. One thing you two loved to do was complain together. You both just seemed to get each other.

Quite suddenly, the elevator stalled. Stopping mid-sentence, you grabbed onto Kazuichi’s forearm for reassurance as the elevator shook and thrusted to an abrupt halt with a jolt, knocking you into him. The lights flickered and went out.

“This is my worst fucking nightmare…” You chuckled nervously, grabbing onto Kazuichi tighter. He was panicking too under the surface, but being the Ultimate Mechanic, knew he was well within his skill set to fix the situation. Grumbling in displeasure, he sighed.

“Yeah, this fuckin’ sucks, but…” he started reaching out in the dark, looking for some kind of control panel or buttons, “I can probably get us outta here. Shit! If only I had just a speck of light!” You relinquished your hold on him so he could crouch, looking for some way to start his work. The panic was starting to really set in for you. What were the odds of this happening?

With a groan, the elevator lurched and shook again. 

“Kaz’!” You shrieked in the dark, leaping forward to grab onto Kazuichi, not caring one bit if you were impeding on any progress he had made. He yelped as you suctioned yourself onto him, tackling him to the ground.

“H-hey!” Kazuichi’s voice was muffled below you. You could barely make it out. “I can’t breathe!” He struggled beneath you, locked in your vice-like, terrified embrace as you ashphixiated him into your chest.

[meracyn]

chiaki nanami relationship hc’s !

kinda wanna start writing for other fandoms [ex. tbhk], maybe not for yandere simulator since people might accuse me for supporting yanderedev 😭 but if anyone wants me to write for it i will c:

sleepy gamer gf

invites you over to play videogames together a lot

most likely a bunch of sleepovers too; you two could be playing and chiaki gets all comfortable on your lap. when its past 10pm you tell her you have to leave but she refuses

“love i gotta go now its late”

“no”

“but we have an exam tomorrow remember?”

“fine..after this round”

definitely was NOT after that 💀

even kisses you all over your face while mumbling how sleepy she is and wants you to cuddle with her

you end up staying over the entire night and have to sneak out in the morning to your room before getting caught

chiaki’s pretty warm so its very comfy to nap with her

uses it to her advantage to get you to stay longer and acts all innocent about it

“you tricked me into staying didnt you?”

“?? what are you talking about” — she KNOWS she did lmao but wont admit it

very chill as well, chiaki trusts you and knows you won’t break her trust

doesn’t care much about her looks but if you tell her she looks pretty it does make her heart flutter

when announcing your relationship, chiaki either says it normally, like

“oh y/n’s my partner”

“but we dont have a project??”

“...i meant romantically”

OR it would go like this;

You walked into the classroom, where most of your classmates were already— some chatting while others were either reading or doing their homework. Chiaki was at her desk, playing on her console while talking to Sonia and Ibuki. You greeted everyone, causing Chiaki to look up from her game. She stood up and walked towards you before pulling you in – pressing a quick kiss on your lips.

This caught everyone off guard, including you.

“What the hell!!!!????” Kazuichi screamed. Hiyoko gagged while the rest of the class went into chaos, with Ibuki and Akane cheering, Nekomaru’s laugh booming across the classroom, shouting “I knew something was up!” and Sonia congratulating you both.

this is why i dont do fics guys wtf is this lmao

back on topic

chiaki was unfazed by all of it, she didn’t get what the big deal was

she’s in a relationship, so what? but at least everyone knows you’re taken so she won’t need to worry about anyone trying to steal you away

mahiru now wants to take photos of you both, gushing about how you’re both such a cute couple and have good chemistry

omg i just now thought abt this,, matching with chiaki too ??

lockscreens, and even matching keychains

pulls a lot of all nighters lmao

chiaki is dedicated dont judge

if shes taking a break from gaming you both end up texting a lot throughout the night

more about games, her giving you tips and rambling about all the games she’s been able to beat, sometimes about some work you haven’t finished or drama regarding your classmates

chiaki isn’t too invested in drama, gossip and such but at times she finds herself wanting to know about it too lmao

coffee dates, arcade dates, or playing games on the bench while at a park — chiaki prefers those types

a very loyal, levelheaded and sweet gf to have <3

i got too carried away, my bad lmao

[bubblyqueer000]

Imagine getting fingered by nagito. His fingers would be long and skinny so he could fit multiple inside of you and reach places that you couldn't. He'd sit behind you and ghost his slender fingers over your clit. You nearly cum multiple times but every time he pulls away at the last moment, ruining your orgasm over and over again. By the end your clit is throbbing as hard as his erection that he wouldn't dare ask you to fix for him, feeling he doesn't deserve to be touched by such perfection.

I made a part 2 lol

[limitedgigi]

welcome to my blog!

my name is gigi, im 22, and im a gemini! my favorite fandoms are danganronpa (more specifically sdr2 & drv3), the disastrous life of saiki k, soul eater, pokemon, demon slayer, hunter x hunter, inuyasha, doawk, alice in borderland, hamilton, heathers, seven deadly sins, kakegurui and bungou stray dogs!

my blog is kirby themed (obviously) but i may change it occasionally!

i don't necessarily write alot, but i do make headcanons! my requests are always open!

i write for:

sdr2

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nagito komeada

nekomaru nidai

fuyuhiko kuzuryuu

hajime hinata

gundham tanaka

kazuichi souda

drv3

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rantaro amami

gonta gokuhara

korekiyo shinguji

kaito momota

shuichi saihara

kiibo

kokichi ouma

you can also make requests outside of danganronpa with the fandoms above, but i'm not sure i'll be able to write for it.

i also make yandere ocs!

you can request hcs of a yandere in my inbox :)

(ex; yandere jock, yandere masochist, etc)

i will write everything except for;

-piss, scat, or any bodily fluid besides cum

-ageplay

-incest

-foot fetishes

most of my hcs are directed towards fem! or gn! readers!

masterlist!

korekiyo gambling hcs

yandere! nurse hcs (gender neutral yandere)

yandere! bully hcs (male yandere)

yandere! jock hcs (male yandere)

yandere! wolf hybrid (male yandere)

yandere! nerd hcs (gender neutral yandere)

yandere! wide reciever hcs (male yandere)

yandere! bunny hybrid hcs (male yandere)

yandere! sugar daddy hcs (male yandere)

[graveyard-society]

the sheer amount of headcanons i produced while i was drawing this is insane

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

Kazuichi stress journey

[angelfleurry]

hii, i would like to request a nagito x fem reader, which is the ultimate super model and it is about 6''1 inches. (sorry if my English is bad or if the measurement is wrong, i'm Brazilian and English is not my first language)

Have a great day!

♡ Nagito Komaeda x Fem! 6'1! Ultimate Super Model Reader!♡

Thank you for the request, Anon!! I hope I did it's alright!! I didn't wanna overdo the height thing, because I wasn't sure when it would start to come off as patronising; but I tried to include it!

Also, your English is lovely and I understood the measurement provided! Have a wonderful day, Anon!! <3

~

♡ You’re so powerful oh my goodness!!

♡ He is absolutely ENAMOURED by you.

♡ As the Ultimate Super Model, you’ve been shown to the world in numerous ways. You’ve been plastered all over magazines, modelled clothing for companies, and even walked down numerous runways.

♡ Komaeda has been to watch you walk down some of these runways and, every time, he’s been absolutely starstruck.

♡ The certain power you hold in just your eyes alone as you model sends him into a fascinated chill. It’s a stare that screams “I’m almighty”, but yet it’s not at all insulting; it’s beautiful.

♡ He feels absolutely entranced as he watches you.

♡ You’re taller than Nagito by a few inches, at a gorgeous height of 6’1, and he loves it.

♡ He honestly didn’t focus on your height too much, all he knew was that he was the smaller one, and that was fine by him.

♡ When you pull him close and let him be the little spoon, oh…oh goodness he’s a blushing mess.

♡ He loves to be cradled and held by you, to have you wrap your legs over him, to have you there…

♡ Aaah, you’re so wonderful!

♡ Of course, you can be the little spoon too if you so desire! He’ll do anything for you, honest!

♡ And, truth be told, he secretly adores being able to hold you, no matter how much he fusses about “not being worthy of such a gift”.

♡ He doesn’t drag on about it, he mentions it a few times, throwing in some wonderings of “how did I get so lucky”, and then he gets carried away with the comfort he’s feeling and just holds you close. Either that, or he snuggles into you depending on who’s the bigger spoon.

♡ Sometimes you confide in him your disappointment in some of the outfits you wear, stating how sometimes some outfits just look better on shorter girls (or so you believe).

♡ You’re not constantly insecure about your height, but sometimes you wonder how it’d be to be a bit shorter.

♡ Whatever your stance is, Nagito is always hyping you up. He thinks any of the clothes you wear, whether you model them or not, compliment you marvellously. Either that, or you just make anything look good.

♡ You’ve expressed discomfort in wearing heels before, wondering if it makes you too tall.

♡ For shoots, sometimes you do have to wear heels; and you tend to come out a little overwhelmed or insecure.

♡ Nagito, however, loves it.

♡ Something about the height just…majestic.

♡ He thinks it’s beautiful.

♡ He thinks you’re beautiful, and he will let you know that.

♡ He adores your charisma. He just loves to watch you shine.

♡ Whenever he sees you on a modelling magazine, he can’t help but be proud.

♡ That’s his girlfriend, love of his life!! She looks amazing, so awesome, and you’re telling him he has the luxury of knowing you?! The luxury of being yours?! The luxury of you??

♡ Sends him into a giggly spiral.

♡ Doesn’t understand what you, someone so elegant and wonderful, sees in him; but he’s not complaining.

♡ One of your biggest supporters honestly.

♡ Genuinely admires how naturally you can slip into a professional mindset. One minute you’ll be laughing, or talking, just generally letting your true personality shine; and then the minute the camera is raised it’s like you switch.

♡ It’s amazing how you can just throw yourself into the zone.

♡ Sometimes you get paparazzi, and while some celebrities try to avoid being seen with their partners, or anything within their personal life, you are the complete opposite,

♡ You will literally link your arm with his (assuming it’s not been linked already, but it usually already is) and flash the happiest smile.

♡ It does not matter how long you have been together for, the very fact you’re so open to having the world know you’re in love with Nagito makes him so frazzled everytime!

♡ He’s so grateful?!

♡ Nagito’s just taken aback; he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

♡ Sometimes, you’ll strike a full on pose.

♡ He just stands there, amazed.

♡ The media loves your minor height difference. There’s a shot of you resting your chin on Nagito’s head, and the media loved it.

♡ Sometimes, though, you don’t want the paparazzi, and Nagito seems to be heavily aware of this when it happens.

♡ He is exceptionally good at just removing you from the situation.

♡ I mean, depending on his luck, they’ll either follow or just give up.

♡ Either way, if you don’t feel comfortable, he’s getting you out of there.

♡ It’s like that for shoots as well. You’re independent, sure, but sometimes Nagito enjoys waiting for you to finish or, if allowed, watch.

♡ Sometimes, you just come home and talk to him about it.

♡ Regardless, if you express any form of discomfort or anxiety, he is so gentle towards you.

♡ He’s immediately on it with the praise, making sure you’re okay.

♡ Will hold your hands in his at home and let you talk.

♡ If he’s on his own and he sees you on some advertisement or media or whatnot, he has to muffle a scream and whack his face into a pillow.

♡ Doesn’t matter how many times he sees you, he is forever admiring you!

♡ You call him dolly, angel, darling, whatever else, and he’ll call you anything under the sun, honestly. He’ll pick up on what you prefer, though. He’s intuitive like that.

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[holydramon]

i think a poll blog where people give increasingly complex situations for danganronpa case scenarios and have to vote whether this would even be considered a murder or who would be considered culpable would be funny because the precedent sdr2 chapter 5 sets drives me insane

like for example. let’s say there’s student A and student B. Student A is drinking an icy glass of water, and spills some of the water and ice near the top of a staircase. Student B walks by and slips on the ice, falling down the stairs to their death.

*note before voting, you are doing this based off if you think MONOKUMA would count this as a murder. Not if you think this would be considered a murder legally/by your personal moral standards.

**Accidentally didn’t notice while I was editing cause there were a few other options I removed and ended up messing it up, but option 2 should say “Yes, Student A technically killed Student B.”

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma (x reader) - Yandere Relationship Headcannons + Scenario Drabble

Warnings: This is yandere content. Obsessive, possessive stuff. Don’t like = don’t read. Like my Korekiyo version, sexual NSFW will be under a labeled heading so you can skip that section, then the drabble after, which is SFW will have its own heading warning again. Additional warnings for violence, unhealthy relationships, and mentions of dub/noncon. Also SPOILERS for SDR2 and V3.

Word Count: 1.7k

Let me get this out of the way first of all: you picked two of the easiest Danganronpa characters to make yandere. With their personalities, mindsets, intelligence, and how they react to stress, it’s very easy to imagine these two going yandere for their lover/darling. It’s not a reach at all. So let’s get into it.

Nagito Komaeda

SFW Headcannons:

FOR SURE the delusional type of yandere.

He’s delusional in his daily life at times, so when he’s fallen in love, such an intense emotion corrupts him further.

He would delude himself so far as to believe that his luck cycle couldn’t affect or touch his darling, the ultimate hope in his eyes.

He knows that the people around him often get hurt because of his luck cycle, but when it comes to his darling, he has fully deluded himself into thinking that he can protect them, that his love for them is so strong that he knows what’s best for them.

He thinks so lowly of himself and so highly of his beloved, that he believes that just once, for once, his luck can’t harm them.

Nagito believes in his beloved as the pinnacle of shining hope, and worships the ground they walk on.

Nagito is so in love with the embodiment of hope, that I truly believe that he would rather see his darling dead than to let their hope be muddied or fade.

He’d kill them with his own two hands before he’d let this world corrupt them.

He would hoard them to himself, always making excuses and distractions to steal more of their time and attention.

He knows he doesn’t deserve them or their time and energy, but he’s highly intelligent and thinks of roundabout ways to keep them around him at all times.

He always seems to be where they are.

If they need a favor done, or a question answered, he’s there.

When it comes to romance, as I said, he’s a worshipper, obsessive.

NSFW Headcannons

He would kiss and mark every inch of their body, be greedy with them, needing to touch every sensitive spot on their body.

Nagito is both the ultimate switch/verse and the ultimate pleaser when it comes to his lover.

With a lover that accepts his delusional yandere side, he’s obsessed with becoming their perfect lover. He already hates himself and knows he will never be good enough for them, so he needs to mold himself into whatever they want from him at that moment.

When his darling wants a dominant, aggressive top, that’s who he will be. He is more than willing to mess around with impact play, ropes, fear play, breeding, praise and degradation. He would love nothing more than to take them by surprise and force his desires onto them for their pleasure. He would be a master of dub/non con play.

If his darling wants to see him as a submissive, pathetic mess, he will fill that role. Whimpering, crying, begging: all his specialities. He would let them smack him around, pull his hair, talk down to him, and he would revel in it.

Kinks I think Yandere Nagito would definitely be into: wax play, knife/gun play, choking/breathplay, shibari, CNC, degradation, spanking, public humiliation, edging, impact play, breeding, hair-pulling.

Yandere Nagito Drabble:

“Shhh! Shhh, don’t cry, my love…” Nagito caressed the back of your neck gently, lowering your body to the ground slowly as it slumped in his arms, all energy slowly draining from your form. Your vision was blurring, closing in at the edges as more and more blood seeped from your wound. The knife Nagito had just buried into your stomach now sat discarded beside you. Strategically, he sat cradling you into his arms, only allowing the blood to spill onto his own clothing or pool onto the thick blanket he’d set out below you beforehand.

You could only gasp for breath, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. You knew Nagito was dangerous, but you’d never thought he’d turn on you specifically. It always seemed like he’d kill for you, die for you, but to take your life with his own hands?

“T-they won’t get to you… this world… Monokuma… I won’t let them!” His voice quivered, his mind and heart buzzing with both crazed love for you and grief at your necessary passing. He had to do it, though. No one else was worthy of taking your life, and he wouldn’t let that damned bear have the pleasure.

After learning the truth of this world as the reward for completing the Final Dead Room, he’d concluded that this was the only way to spare you, his beloved, from this wretched world. It was the only solution. If you were the traitor, stuck in this evil world with your wicked peers, you deserved to be released. If you weren’t the traitor, surely you were tricked, brainwashed into becoming a remnant of despair, and you must understand that he can’t allow the love of his life to oppose hope. You wouldn't want that, right? Surely, you’d see the need, you’d see it his way…

As the life faded from your eyes, he gripped you closer, now freely weeping into the bloody mess of your limp body. This was all temporary. He’d join you, soon. The plan was already in motion.

Kokichi Ouma

SFW Headcannons:

Kokichi would be another yandere who thinks he always knows what’s best for his darling.

Unlike Nagito, who would kill his darling to retain their purity, Kokichi would do anything, including killing himself or others, to keep his darling alive.

In their own way, maybe both feel like they are doing their darlings a kindness with their methods.

Kokichi is not a nice, caring, subservient type of yandere. Some yanderes obsessively live to serve their darling and worship them. Kokichi is so scared of losing his darling that he is restrictive, possessive, sometimes extremely cruel to them.

He expects them to do what he says, when he says, because it’s all for their own good, for their protection.

He does not like when others interact with them.

He sees pretty much all other interactions with others as cheating/flirtation in his own deluded mind.

When someone especially charismatic like Kaito talks to his darling, he feels himself fuming, and drags them away with a rough grip on their arm, or publicly embarrasses them so badly that they don’t want to continue the interaction.

NSFW Headcannons

Kokichi is not a kind lover.

Mainly, he sees his pleasure as his darling’s pleasure. After all, if it feels good for him, why wouldn’t it feel good for them, too?

On the rare occasion he does decide to focus on his partner’s pleasure and preferences during sexual encounters, he is very frustrated and angered by anything less that an overly-enthusiatic response.

He loves their praise, as he thinks he deserves it.

And though he relishes in the returned affections of his darling, a sick part of him loves when they cry, beg or resist as well.

Kokichi is territorial, leaving bruises and marks.

And he wants others to see them, for sure.

His infatuation for his beloved becomes the center of every goal. He wants to end the killing game for them, for him, for their love. He wants to rule this world with them.

Kinks Yandere Kokichi would be into: spanking, fear play, knife play for sure, degradation, slut-shaming, impact play, bondage, public/semi-public/voyeurism, CNC, humiliation (giving, not recieving), overstimulation (giving)

Yandere Kokichi Drabble:

Fuzzy-brained, disoriented, your eyes cracked open slowly, a migraine thumping in the back of your head. You groaned, eyes focusing in to see a figure in front of you, even in the low lighting.

Of course it was him. Who else would it be?

The last thing you remembered, you were sitting in the cafeteria, trying to destress and process after Gonta’s trial. You were drinking a steaming hot cup of tea, waiting for Shuichi to show up, and for some reason, your energy began to rapidly deplete. Your limbs got numb and heavy, your mind clouded, until your world faded to black.

Nothing in the tea had tasted off, nothing in your environment felt suspicious. That’s how good he’d gotten at this…

Now you were here, sitting before him. He’d taken you silently and skillfully.

“You drugged my tea?” Kokichi approached, bending down to meet your eye level. Further taking in your surroundings, you now realized that you were in fact chained up, locked to the wall behind you in the bathroom of the Exisal hangar.

“You weren’t gonna come on your own…” he pouted, a look begging for sympathy on his face, “and I could ‘ve dragged you here myself, but the kicking and screaming would attract too much attention…” He leaned toward you, leaving a quick, teasing peck of a kiss on the tip of your nose. If your hands were free to wipe it away, you would’ve.

He was right though. You wouldn’t have come on your own, and not quietly, either. At one point, you considered Kokichi a friend, even with his stalkerish obsession with you. You saw the good in him, and knew he had redeeming qualities. Now… after what he’d done to Gonta, after the absolute shit-show that was that last trial and the complete flip he’d made, you wanted nothing to do with him.

Kokichi walked to the other side of the room, and after some rustling into a little bag he’d brought with him, he brought forth a roll of duct tape. Without hesitation, and with a crooked grin on his face, he tore a thick strip off and pasted it across your mouth. Your wiggling provided little resistance, as he had you locked down pretty well.

“There! Can’t have you alerting the others, fraternizing with the enemy!” He had a crazed look in his eye as he spoke those words.It was like he actually believed them, believed his own lies. As if he could read the thought behind your puzzle expression and furrowed brow, he continued: “I’m going to end this killing game, once and for all! You and me, we’re gonna be the last two standing… I’ll make sure of it! Everyone else is merely an obstacle, an opposing force! Place your trust in me, and we will rule this world together!” He giggled, becoming more and more unstable with each word.

He wanted you to trust him, but had you chained up?

“This is for your own good. You’ll only get in my way, colluding with those idiots! You just don’t know what’s best for you, so you’re gonna sit here and look pretty, while I take what’s rightfully ours.” With that, he reached into his pocket, taking out what looked to be a small remote, a controller of some kind. You could only imagine its purpose.

[bubblyqueer000]

HIIIIII love your writing! Can you write a short fluff/smut scenario as a continuation of of the nagito fingering imagine>>> I freaking love the dialogue you write so maybe some dialogue thrown in?? Thank uuuuuuu ✨✨✨

Nagito x Fem!Reader Fingering Part 2!!

Part 2 of this imagine!

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Enjoy!!

After fighting through the groggy state you were in, you glance over at him, and then at the tent in his pants. Slowly, you crawl onto his lap, trying not to let the fabric of his jeans touch your lower regions again, kissing him on his soft lips. It took all of your willpower to stop yourself from grinding down into him or pulling his hair just to get a reaction out of him. You had other plans for that. Instead, you began to palm him through his jeans, making him whimper.

"Y/N... An ultimate such as yourself shouldn't concern yourself with my needs." His voice was shaky and laced with lust.

"I want to do this Nagi. You deserve to feel good." You tell him, taking his chin in your hand. "I want you to feel as good as you make me feel. Let me take care of you." Nagito is too surprised to know what to say. His eyes gloss over yours. Your adorable face, your beautiful body, and finally your hand still pressing on his clothed member. With a thick swallow, Nagito pulled you closer to him, which gave you the opportunity to whisper in his ear. "Tell me what you want, darling."

His face grew redder and redder until he was beet red all the way up to the tips of his ears. He felt like someone was playing a cruel joke on him, teasing him with something he knew he shouldn't have wanted in the first place because it was simply too filthy coming from him.

"Please... Touch me too... His voice broke under the pressure of arousal building inside of him. You smirked as you pulled back, raising your fingers to the button of his pants, which you quickly opened, and tore his pants down his legs, haphazardly, followed by his boxers. Your fingertips gently tapped at the head of his cock, making him gasp while precum dripped from him. You press kisses into his neck while continuing to fondle him, teasingly. The two of you were silent, except for the moans leaving his lips as you continued to play with his dick. Finally, you looked up at his flushed face and gave him another kiss before taking his cock fully in your hands and stroking it up and down. "C-can..." Nagito whimpered, making your head shoot up.

"What sweetheart? Anything you want." You exclaimed. It wasn't common for Nagito to ask for things so you intended to milk every second of it.

"Faster! Please, my hope!" He begged.

As though you needed to be told. Your hand moved faster, and you began sucking lightly on his balls. His breath hitched when you reached his tip and began sucking. After several minutes, Nagito grabbed the back of your head and forced your mouth to close around him, moaning loudly. He didn't even realize how badly he needed this. How badly he wanted more of you. Meanwhile, you were filled with shock at how forceful your usually gentle boyfriend had become.

"Ngh... Y/N... Where should I cum?" He asked desperately. Without the ability to answer, you took his entire length all the way down his throat, refusing to let go. With a loud grunt, Nagito came down your throat, filling you up and making you feel warm. You continued to stroke him, allowing him to ride out his orgasm. Afterward, he smiled and moved to lay next to you in bed

"Thank you... You really are too good for me..." Nagito sighed. You rolled over and hugged him tightly as you held him in your arms.

"No baby." You whispered, kissing his forehead. "We deserve eachother."

[limitedgigi]

YALL PLS REQUEST 😭

[tenkodyke]

The fact that there is almost no Sonia/Peko content on this website…. truly sad

[flutteringfable]

i think after i finish up the next trial i'll have enough monocoins to convert into casino coins for the kokichi monopad theme yippee!!!!! i may do a smidge more grinding for the love key as well depending on how many coins i get

[journal-three]

i am in such a fixation drought. I'm clutching at straws. reaching for anything.

[televenus]

sat down in front of the gaming stage at the con and apparently they were streaming it and the dude on screen singled out somebody in the crowd and asked who they were cosplaying. ive never left so fast if he asked me who i was i think i would literally kms before telling him.