#izuru kamakura fanfic

[katyon2020]

Just remembered Extra Life on ao3 so have a quick Kamunami sketch.

#artists on tumblr #danganronpa #kamunami #chiaki nanami #izuru kamukura #extra life #danganronpa spoilers #chiaki namani #izuru kamakura #danganronpa art #chiaki nanami fanart #kamakura izuru #danganronpa ships #chiaki danganronpa #danganronpa sdr2 #chiaki fanart #danganronpa dr2 #nanami fluff #danganronpa fanart #nanami fanfic #danganronpa fanfiction #nanami fanart #danganronpa goodbye despair #nanami chiaki #danganronpa gd #danganronpa chiaki #danganronpa v2 goodbye despair #danganronpa v2 fanart

[rottenappleinthebox]

Old art! When I used to draw on my phone with Ibispaint

Anyway, this is fanart I made for the fanfic The Other Half of Me

#my art #fanart #my fanart #art #my artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #yami draws #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #izuru kamukura #kamakura izuru #hajime & izuru twins au #fanfic fanart #fic art

[littlesweetcake06]

As Kokichi walked down the aisle with his dads, Hajime and Nagito, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. His older twin brother Keiichi was crying next to him in his bridesmaid dress, and Kokichi couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support of his family.

Izuru had a flashback as they walked, remembering holding a two-year-old Kokichi's hand as they crossed the street. The lyrics of "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon echoed in his mind:

Before you cross the street

Take my hand

Life is just what happens to you

While you're busy making other plans

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Darling, darling, darling

Darling Sean

As they reached the altar, Kokichi turned to his dads and brother. "Thank you for everything," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I wouldn't be here without you."

Hajime and Nagito smiled at their son, tears in their eyes. "We love you, Kokichi," they said in unison.

As the ceremony began, Kokichi danced with his dads to the song "Beautiful Boy," the lyrics a reminder of how much they had all grown and changed together over the years.

And as the night wore on, Kokichi couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support of his family, and for the beautiful life that lay ahead of him with his partner Shuichi.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Darling, darling, Darling

Darling kokichi

#danganronpa kokichi #kokichi ouma #kokichi full name is kokichi ouma kamakura komaeda hanata #izuru kamukura #nagito is one of kokichi 3 dads #nagito komaeda #keiichi ouma kamakura komeada hanata #shuichi x kokichi #fanfic #hajime hinata #nagito-izuru-and hajime are married and the biological dad's of kokichi and keiichi

[suwundae]

Thorns | Izuru Kamakura X self-insert

I know I haven't uploaded for a while and there's a genuine and understandable reason for that...I forgot I had a Tumblr. So here's something I wrote for my Amino! <33

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     "Be careful next time," He said as he pulled a thorn out of my finger tip, making me flinch.

     "I was careful.”

     I flinched again when he pulled another one out.

     “Be more careful.”

     “I was careful,” I repeated, obviously frustrated. Unintentionally I went on the defense as he continued to examine my arms. “I fell, it was an accident. How is that my fault? Why am I getting blamed for something that was an accident?”

     “I wasn’t blaming you.” The way he spoke was his normal monotone. How he held my arm, however, was completely different. Usually he’d grab me effortlessly, light touches and grabs like he didn’t want to touch me in the first place, or tight holds on my body with little to no regard for my flesh or bones. Tonight was different though. Tonight he held my arm as if it was already broken and any rough handling would shatter it further. I was probably making it up but…he held it like my safety mattered. I kinda expected him to be faster.

     “Ow,” I sighed as he pulled another out, moving from my hand to the rest of my arm.

     “Ow!” I cried louder, snatching my arm away from him. I looked at the fresh blood that dripped from my arm and frowned. “I’ll do it myself.”

     I moved my other arm towards him to take the tweezers, cringing a bit from the pain the thorns slowly moving with me caused.

     “I don’t think you can-.”

     “Give it.”

     I doubt the face I made looked any less in pain because he refused, instead getting up and wrapping an arm around me to keep me in place at his side.

     “Hold still.”

     “No, y’know I think I’ll just keep them. Like cute little skin pets-. Ow!”

     He moved slightly faster which helped to get it over with quicker but not with the pain. I squirmed against him as he pulled each out, discarding them who knows where since I couldn’t exactly see with both our hair in my face. All I could do was feel. Feel each thorn get pulled from my skin one by one, his hair as it lightly brushed my face, his shallow breaths against my skin and the bandaids he pressed on each wound. I caught light glimpses of them as he moves. Random assortments of various Sanrio characters and heart shaped rainbows now adorned my arm. They were from the different packs I had given him in pathetic attempts for friendship. I assumed he would have thrown them away but I guess it’s good that he didn’t…

     “Are there any in your face?” He asked. His sudden asking after working in complete silence startled me a bit. I pressed my lips together, not wanting to tell him but I knew I needed to get them out.

     “Just one.”

     He moved my hair out of the way and I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction to the rest of my face. I didn’t want to hear about my uneven eyebrows or be questioned on the scar on my eyebrow or the spots of acne on my forehead and he didn’t. He just removed the thorn then patched me up.

     “You’d be better off hating Talents again.” He said under his breath. It was quiet and I could barely hear him over my gasps of pain but I’m sure that’s what he said.

     “Do you not-?”

     “Why did you call me?”

     That shut me up real quick…

     I look up at him for a second before looking away, trying to find a good enough excuse.

    “Does anyone else know you’re out here?”

    “No… Ow, that one really hurt!”

    “So let me get this right,” He sighed as he placed another bandaid on me, “you went into the middle of nowhere alone to confront someone you assumed was stalking you.”

     I tapped my fingers against my thigh and I thought up a response.

     “Relax, I’m an adult-.”

     “In age alone.”

     He ripped out another few thorns and then moved on to my back. We sat in silence as he pulled out a few more until I broke it.

     “I think there’s one on the back of my head…”

     He moved back up to my head, moving my curls out of the way in a silent search before pulling it out and moving down to my leg.

     “Be more careful next time.”

     He said it in the same tone as before but, now being able to look past my intense urge for self-preservation, I could almost hear actual concern in his voice. Either that or it was the slight blood loss. 

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#fanfic #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa goodbye despair #izuru kamukura #izuru kamakura self insert

[shslskaterboy]

Okay so maaaayyyyybe I started writing a wildly self indulgent regency vampire fic, and maaaaaayyyyyybe it’s because I just really like Hajime and Izuru and I can’t help myself. Anyway chapter 1 is up and if you wanna read it and leave comments and kudos well then that would be just swell! And if you don’t like it then ummmm actually someone else wrote this and I’ve never seen it before in my life

#danganronpa #hajime Hinata #izuru kamakura #please be nice to me #I’m just a little gay boy #and I like vampires #and romance #hinata hajime x reader #fanfic #sdr2

[thisangstriddenschoollifetragedy]

Also check out Pyrophobia the Danganronpa one-shot I wrote. It has some Izuru Kamakura project is fucked up content and also my OC Gekai.

#pyrophobia #danganronpa #izuru kamakura #fanfic #hajime hinata #gekai shizukesa #danganronpa oc #izuru fanfic #izuru au

[emissary-of-stuff]

Okay so I'm not as big into Danganronpa as I used to be, however there are some cool fics out there and I've started to think about the characters in a more analytical sense then I used to.

One in particular being Izuru Kamakura, aka Hajime Hinata. The reason I said "aka" is that Izuru is Hajime. Hajime is Izuru. Unlike how some fanfics have portrayed them, they are the same person. Hajime didn't just wake up after SDR2 and he now has Izuru in his head or they're sharing a body or something.

Izuru Kamakura is simply the name an amnesiac Hajime Hinata was given. He didn't object to it because he didn't care, he can't care. He suffers from severe anhedonia (no longer finding pleasure in things you once enjoyed). His emotions are dampened to the point of nonexistence (he still has them because we've seen he cried in the anime). After the events of SDR2, Hajime isn't going to wake up and be the same person he was in the simulation. His emotions would be dulled, and while the Neo World Program made his emotions be how they normally would, that is not the case anymore. He would feel a disconnect, he would know that he's supposed to be angry or happy in certain situations, but it wouldn't be as full force as it used to be. He might have to force himself to sound or appear a certain way because his mind won't let him. He is both Hajime and Izuru, and his way of thinking, speech, emotions, and behavior would reflect that. Also, if Hajime felt a certain way about someone before the simulation, that emotion would likely persist. Emotions are hard to get rid of entirely, mainly because the body can become conditioned to certain stimuli to produce those emotions. Case in point being Chiaki Nanami. When she died, 'Izuru' cried because she was important to him before. His body knows this and so it reacts accordingly.

Heck I could probably write a whole psychological essay on this man and how emotions and memory work, but I'm busy with school. I just wanted to express some of my thoughts on this guy and the ideas I see certain fanfic perpetuate.

#sorry for the ramble I have thoughts on this man #emissary speaks #hajime hinata #izuru kamakura #danganronpa analysis

[spittyfishy]

Okay but like, Can we get more information or can we get to know more about Rantaro Kamakura himself? (Im asking this because i might rewrite my Amasai Fanfic or either im gonna roleplay him.. Who knows? 😁)

Alrighty lol! So, there’s some fairly substantial differences between how Rantaro and Hajime reacted to their Izuru-ification (is there a better term for that lol?). Izuru in cannon is very neutral on most things right? Like he’s bored so he doesn’t care about what happens around him. But with Rantaro, he’s much more, I want to say pessimistic? He sees all the tragedy and despair as something that was going to happen no matter what he did, and that’s why he doesn’t bother.

Hope's Peak was primed to fall already, if the Kamakura project wasn’t the inciting incident it would have just been something else. If it wasn’t Junko pulling the strings it would have just been someone else. He doesn’t see the point in trying to change things.

Another big difference from Hajime is the relationships with the other remnants. Hajime only knew Chiaki before he became Kamakura, and I don’t believe she had a chance to introduce him to the rest of class 77. Rantaro however, did know the rest of the V3 kids. He was friends with I’m gonna say Kaede first, and she has no chill so she’d bring him with her to hang out with Suichi and the rest of the class. She’d try to make him feel like a part of things, but I think it would be clear he wasn’t as close with everyone as the rest of the class was.

Knowing the others just ended up making him want his own Ultimate even more, seeing how amazing they all were convinced him if he could get his own talent he’d be able to finally find his missing sisters (I had to look up his cannon backstory lol). But anyway, it means he knew the v3 kids both as remnants and before. Because of that none of the remnants call him ‘Izuru’ because they knew him as Rantaro lol (haha in universe reason to refer to him as Rantaro Kamakura)

That’s all I’ve got for now! Hopefully that’s helpful lol

#lol for the art this time I added him into a screen shot from the anime #thought that could be cool to try lol #I didn’t change anything about Junko or the background tho #v3 remnant au #rantaro amami #junko enoshima #remnants of despair #danganrompa ndrv3 #ndrv3 #danganrompa killing harmony #izuru kamukura #hajime hinata #danganrompa #danganronpa

[flutteringfable]

for the fanfic ask game >:3

5, 10, 13, & 25 ^^

yippee!!

5 - most popular fic

my scara and nahida found fam series for sure!! tons of people found it and ive gotten tons of super sweet comments on it. if i get an idea for the next bit i’ll defs be updating it in 2024, but that all depends on where my muse shifts to lolz

10 - shortest wip

*flipping furiously thru my notion* UHHHHHH

i think its this dhmis wip! its only one paragraph atm

“the living room was silent, save for the quiet creaking of duck’s chair. the lack of noise wasn’t uncommon, and it was actually rather soothing to red, who savored any moment of solace from the usual onslaught of talking objects trying to teach him and the others about friendship, or electricity, or whatever other subject.”

i’ll get to finishing it eventually but im like suuuuper stuck on what to write next and also im more focused on genshin and bnha rn

13 - favorite writing music this year

take a wild guess (its hozier >:3)

most of my ao3 works are titled using his song lyrics lmaoo

25 - a fic you recommend everyone read

oh!! i have quite a few actually!!

rinse cycle by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

super cute platonic domestic todobakudeku

short but incredibly sweet

made me feel all comfy and warm inside

izuru kamakura’s cuddly toy by Suitov (psst they have a tumblr!! @suitov)

LITERALLY THE BEST LONG FORM FIC I HAVE READ IN LIKE. EVER

i read it a couple of years ago actually but it will never not be on my recommendation list

a really cute and interesting take on kamukoma from kamakura’s pov. that’s all i’ll say because it is genuinely so much better when u read it blind

no alarms and no surprises by blathersmuseumcollection

later seasons/manga spoilers for bnha!

an INCREDIBLE character study of bakugou and izuku’s relationship from the pov of bakugou

angsty but so so so so good

early days by loonyloomy

okay yes i know this one is phineas and ferb BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY OKAY OKAY

CUTE SOFT LITTLE GUYS HANGING OUT

ITS LITERALLY SO WHOLESOME AND COZY

i love you and its getting worse by albatrosss

kavehtham angst baybeeee

found it because of a tiktok comp comment!

its like. seriously good. expect pain tho

okay, time to go play some more hat in time <3

#fable answers 💫

[thelemoncoffee]

I heard i can dump my saiouma fanfic in here so here we go

Saiouma Phantom Thief Au x Talents Swap

Where Saihara as the Phantom thief had accidently stealed Hopes Peak Academy private info about the Kamukura Project (or Hope cultivation plan) and Kokichi, a student of HPA failed to chase Saihara(in another heist, probably after stealing hpa info) found out that they have been observed, and quickly found out that indeed it was the lab rat, kamukura izuru has been tasked by the superiors with the mission of retrieving the private info as an experiment since the Hope project was not finished yet and they had to test if everything was working good(just so he can't solve this at a second) Kamukura then tried to take Kokichi's information about the thief.

And that's as far as i planned, i wanted to know if you have any idea on how the fanfic could go and what you thought about it, thank you for your time

interesting concept, i don't have much to add cause i don't really know but the bare basics of Kamakura's character.

also, no offence, but that is really hard to read. massive run-on sentences and dyslexia do not mix well.

#ask kai

[multiplefandomsblog]

request(s); IZURU SMUT WITH AFAB READER - IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT THE CONTENT INCLUDED IN IT IS,I JUST, NO ONE REALLY WRITES FOR THE SCARY M A N 😢😢😢

paring(s); Izuru x AFAB!reader

warning(s); cussing, woAHH reader is a prostitute hired by enoshima, reader is AFAB, oral sex (m receiving), humiliation kink whoop, degradation kink double whoop, ah yes dirty talk, degrading names, spit-play,  prositution, multiple orgasms, wall sex, slow and steady wins the race, dumbification, begging, dacryphillia, sadism, kind of like fuck or die???? but not really??????? AND DEAR LORD I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING WITH THIS GOD oii

note; i actually had a dream similar to this— also i lowkey got attached to these characters and now im seriously considering making a series of this???? DHSBJDDBF IDK IT REMINDS ME OF, LIKE AAAA IDK

wc; 4.1k+

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Everything was terribly boring. 

It was funny; that had been the only thought Izuru seemed to have in his brain, even as you were on your knees sucking him off like he was your last meal. Glaring down at you, he stifled a disappointed sigh. In all honesty, you weren’t bad; but he knows he could do much better, perhaps even find much better. It was almost a guarantee that he’d get someone else to do the job for him much better. 

Sitting on the throne of a comfortable chair, he had barely broken a sweat, nor had he even moaned a single time. Of course, that would frustrate you; you were squeezing whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth, ‘faking’ moans—or at least that’s what you told yourself you were doing—to send vibrations down his spine, and swallowing all the filthy pre-cum of his cock had released. And the man didn’t even have the gall to at least pretend to like it. 

It irritated you.

Why had he even accepted Enoshima’s offer for you if he hadn’t even been enjoying it? You hadn’t even touched yourself yet, and you were the one completely soaking in your panties—whilst you swore you heard him sigh, and not one of pleasure. Every part of it was humiliating for you.

“This is boring, get off.” You perked your head up, popping your lips off the unsatisfied pink tip, and to your humiliation, you looked up at him with sad, puppy dog eyes; ones that you hadn’t even purposely put on. You felt your heart drop all the way down to your stomach, “Boring…?” Well, that did it. 

Desperation turned into anger, and before you knew it, you had been crawling on this man’s lap, thighs straddling him, and hands digging into his shoulder as you looked down at him with feigned dominance. You gritted your teeth, he hadn’t a single reaction, just a look of genuine curiosity, and the same look of bored annoyance. He didn’t seem to like being suddenly touched, not like you even cared. Boring, huh? You’d prove to this self-entitled fuck, you weren’t as boring as he thought you to be. 

“... What do you think you’re doing?” With his question of genuine intent to know, his dull tone of voice seemed to have affected your interpretation of what he truly meant to say. Despite the condescending and almost offended tone, he truly wanted to know. Someone like you, crawling into his lap as if you hadn’t been face-to-face with possibly the world’s most dangerous human being; brought a small spark of interest in his chest.

Maybe you had some potential, he would think. “Are you trying to prove yourself to me?” With his eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation, you leaned back as you felt him lean in. With his nose inches away from yours, you shrunk just a slight but kept your act as strong as you could hold it for.

You gulped, gaze and grip faltering underneath his piercing gaze. Suddenly you felt small again. Your previous surge of dominance seemed to crumble and collapse as he brought his hands up to grope at your hips, reminding you who was really in charge here. He narrowed his eyes as he felt your hesitance and yielding, his large hands that had cupped your ass had practically been supporting all your weight as you backed down in the body and in mind. Damn it. He wondered where your confidence went, it was only just getting fun— but perhaps, all good things come to an end.

Well. He wasn’t going to let you give up that easily.

Suddenly, he let go, causing your ass that had once been held up by his hands, to fall back and knock onto his knees harshly; and you swore you could see a ghost of an expectant smirk on his face. Surprising you further, Izuru uttered 4 words that only seemed to confuse you, yet excite you all the same.

“Go on then. Try.” Your breath hitched, averted eyes now confused and focused them back onto the long-haired male. “W- what?” Izuru’s eyes narrowed at you, and the impatient look he had sent to you almost felt like a reward as you felt yourself growing more sodden. “Try and prove that you aren’t just another hole. That’s why you’re still here, no?” He spoke, and you swore you could hear his voice lower in tone.

He rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning back ever so slightly as he got comfortable; as if he was about to watch a performance made just for him—which hadn’t been far from the truth.

But to your surprise and not his, you obeyed. 

If this was your chance to prove yourself to him— the ultimate hope that everyone seemed to be intimidated by—you’d take it. Of course, you would. 

Despite the growing anxiety in your heart that you’d mess up, you pushed it down and put one brave façade; he would sense your fear if you displayed it too much. 

Your efforts turned futile anyway; you should’ve known he’d sense your hesitance. 

Acknowledging your hesitance you thought hadn’t been too obvious about, Izuru brought it up. “What’s stopping you? Your fear?” Izuru hummed, leaning down to peck at your chest, “Well, that’s understandable; you should be scared.” Followed by the light sound of his lips against your heated shoulder. 

“... Though I assume that’s not what you’re afraid of at this moment.” Assume? More like knew. You were so predictable to him, a flick of your finger could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. With a tender gaze you were surely seeing wrong, he stared up at you expectantly as he waited for your answer. 

“Well?” You gritted your teeth at his sudden gentleness, taking more offence to it than you should have. You didn’t like being treated with kid gloves, not by him at least; for all you know, he kills children. “I’m not scared of anything—” He was huge, of course, you were terrified. ”How do you know I’m not just trying to slow it down, so you’re ready for it?” You challenged, shifting yourself above his tip that still glistened with your saliva from the earlier blow. Izuru looked at you, nearly taken aback. 

It made you feel incompetent. As if he thought you couldn’t do it, as if he thought you couldn’t give him the best night of your life. Of course, you’d be offended. No one likes being underestimated, especially not by him. It just brings you a whole new different feeling of humiliation. 

And he knew that. He just wanted you to hurry up, you know, provoke you a little. Foreplay was… Boring; he’d think with a small smile.

“Surely, you’re not that idio—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, lips parting and eyebrow twitching from the way your slick cunt slid over the tip of his dick, sinking in with ease. “I- I’m not what?” You breathed out, a shaky, smug grin contorting on your face as you tried your best to conceal the fact his dick had felt like it had literally been splitting you in two. “Hnnahh— Jesus-” You dropped your head for a second, nails digging deeper into the material of his suit; surprisingly, he didn’t care all that much about the material damage—at the moment, he cared more about the fact you hadn’t even sunk half his dick in yet, and you already looked like you were near-tears.

Maybe care would be an overstatement. 

You bit down on your once-smug smile, jaw going slack as you felt the pleasant curve of his dick, rub against your vaginal walls ever so slightly—following the movements of your own heavy panting. “You shouldn’t be so cocky, S/o.” He didn’t seem to hear the irony hiding in between his almost-mocking words.

You scoffed at his taunting statement, staring him straight in the eye as you walked further into his trap, and sunk down lower—stifling a wince as you felt him sink in you alarmingly deep. How big was he!? Well, you already knew the answer to that question. Your jaw still hurt from earlier. But that stretch had been positively incomparable to the stretch your pussy had currently been experiencing. 

Izuru pursed his lips, silently groaning at the way your walls clamped onto him as if you were already trying to milk him of his cum. You were so tight, he noted in his mind; well he wasn’t going to complain. As a sex worker, he would’ve expected you to be looser, easier to slip in; it seemed one of his predictions had been incorrect. 

In a dry, uncaring tone, he addressed the bead of sweat forming on your forehead from the stretch. “Can you really take it? You look like you’re in pain.” the part that irked you the most had been the small undertone of genuine concern for your being. Yeah, Izuru; the ultimate I-don’t-care-if-you’re-dead, cared if you could take his dick. 

Maybe your heart would’ve been swelling with joy, had it not taken a large hit on your pride. You were a sex worker, not the protagonist of a fucking romance comedy. 

You could feel yourself growing angrier and angrier by the second; a large part of you just wanted to get him off and leave—but there was a larger part of you that… strangely wanted to please this man, prove him wrong.

Don’t get me wrong, the urge was purely sexual. 

Rolling your eyes at his ‘concern’, “Can you just- Nh!” you held your breath before clutching onto his suit a little more desperately than you wanted to as you sunk the rest of him inside you. Embarrassment made its debut in your reddening cheeks as you unwillingly let a few whimpers slip out. “—B- be fucking quiet? For on- Mn! O- once?” He paused before retorting back in that same blunt tone, seemingly unamused by your curses as he had been busy watching your bodily reactions closely, as well as feeling them first hand. “... You’re shivering.” He addressed the tremor of your shoulders, as well as the contractions of your walls against his cock. 

“It- It’s cold.” You lied through your teeth, to which he found annoying; surely, you knew that he would read through that lie, so what was the point of even trying? 

Sighing in annoyance, he bucked his hips, exhaling sharply through his nose as you yelped and collapsed onto him, body going limp as you felt him hit your sweet spot. With a slightly panicked moan, you dug your shined face deeper into the crook of his shoulder, causing him to shiver as he felt the breath of your moan hit his neck. “Hnn-! A- a- already?” Izuru scoffed quietly, “I thought you wanted me to be quiet. Which one is it?” Izuru’s condescending voice kissed your ear, and you felt your own shivers being sent down your spine from his voice alone. 

Putting on an annoyed façade that would soon shatter, you rolled your eyes—something you would probably be doing often tonight. “You’re really annoying, you know th-? Oh-! Oh fuck-!” You moaned, eyes shooting open, revealing your dilated pupils to the wall behind him. With your hands fanned out on his suited back, you arched your back against him, grinding slowly as you hugged him off the back of his chair. 

Mewling quietly, you found yourself trying to stifle your own moans, so you could hear better his own; only to pout as you heard nothing. Your sole purpose and presence with him at this moment had been to please him. You… needed to please him.

And only Atua knows what Junko’ll do to you if she finds out you didn’t satisfy him. 

Sighing in slight frustration, you felt him tense underneath your touch as you locked your lips onto his neck, lips searching and exploring every inch of the sensitive skin of his neck. Izuru’s eyes widened a fraction, only to lid as he felt himself growing bored again. “What are you doing?” You muffled against his neck, “I’m trying to find your erogenous zone—“ a large grin grew on your face as you felt him go rigid and stiff against you—as if he wasn’t already rigid and stiff—as you grazed your teeth on a certain spot on his Adams’s apple, a sign that you hit the jackpot.

“There, huh? I never would’ve guessed…” You spoke through gentle moans caused by Izuru’s natural reaction to fuck up into you harder. He shivered, sure, he was good at everything; but even he didn’t know he had an erogenous zone—or rather, where it was.

And now you had this information. 

You felt your confidence sprout back up again as you felt him melt, slowly but surely into your embrace, and slowly but surely, you tried gaining back control of what had been happening. 

That had been your plan; but as soon as your hands reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, he flinched, nails digging into your hips harshly. “Hands off.” He growled, crimson gaze darkening in irritation from your feather-like tugs. 

Yeah, your plan. 

His scalp was sensitive, and he had made the mistake of reacting so strongly to your touch to it, right in front of you no less. It was a weakness; one you’d surely take advantage of as you fucked this man. Or rather, as he fucked you. Izuru grimaced as he could practically hear the mischievous grin in your voice, “Yeah?” with a warning tone, Izuru tried stopping you, “S/o.” you probably shouldn’t have felt as excited as you did from his warning voice; especially from a guy like him, but there was a part of you that really wanted to know what would happen—what he was warning you about. 

So you made the best mistake of your life; and tugged the already impatient man’s hair. 

Izuru hadn’t given you the time to even inhale a single breath, as he had you pinned to the wall in half a second. Shit, he’s fast. Well, what did you expect? Izuru was definitely more than ordinary—and as you still felt the stretch burning between your legs, you knew that more than anyone. “I- Izuru?” Izuru sighed as you shrunk underneath his hold, forcing him to hold you up by his hips that had been pressed up against you. Your cattiness seemed to disappear the moment he manhandled you to the wall; it was predictable. All bark, no bite. He wondered why he wasted his time with you. 

With your eyes wide and helpless, Izuru remained unamused. “Let’s get this over with.”

Underneath the shell of your body, you could feel your blood boil as the man thrusting into you, had given you that familiar condescending stare of pity. He didn’t seem very pitiful as he watched you writhe and squirm underneath him from his unrelenting pace, though you could still read the emotion clear as day; your eyes glared right back at him—though you could barely see where you had been glaring, as your vision had been blurred from your own tears.

He was planning to push you to your limits, because, maybe when you’re sobbing and begging for him to stop; maybe then, you’d be less boring. 

‘He was the ultimate at everything; of course, he would be good at this too-’ “Fuhh...- fuck!” Your first orgasm of the night washed over your body, shaking uncontrollably as you had been less than prepared for it. You’d often have to fake your orgasms or get yourself off once the person using you was done. So you, whether it was fortunately or unfortunately, weren’t used to cumming so quickly. Previous thoughts of distaste had been long forgotten, as you had now been completely weak; moments away from breaking down and throwing away your dignity to prolong sex with Izuru. 

Sobs spilled out of your mouth as Izuru helped you ride out your high. The man watched you from above, hands hooking underneath your thighs and slamming you against the wall harder than your body had gone slack in your arms. For him, it felt more like he was pleasuring you—but for some reason, he didn’t mind all too much. 

Through tear-stained eyelids, you glared at him, your warm body still trembling from the near-mind-blowing orgasm he granted you. “I- I can take it.” At least, you thought you could. In all honesty, you didn’t care. You wanted it, and furthermore, he hasn’t even cum yet. Your job wasn’t finished. If you had to be fucked until your mind broke for him to cum, you’d do it. You didn’t have a choice—but even if you did, you wouldn’t deny him; you’d have to be insane to. 

“How... persistent…” Izuru murmured quietly to himself, bringing a hand up to tap your chin, causing you to perk your head up and flush at the gentle touch; the way he looked at you made you feel as if you were a mere science project being examined. It may have not been ideal, but being gazed at like nothing but a lowly bug is better than being ignored.  

It was so easy to fuck you into submission, he thought. Grunting, he pulled all the way out, lip twitching at the lewd squelch of your pussy. He almost lost himself in the way your walls fluttered around the tip of his cock once again, before tightening as if you were trying to welcome him back in.

Izuru, with a sharp inhale, roughly slammed back in, hitting all the right places despite the thrust being as quick as a flash of a camera. You gasped for air, you felt as if you had just been punched with his hips—and before you could recover from it, you felt him pull out yet again, only to slam back in, a small exhale huffing out the man’s lips as he kept on doing that same repetition. 

“F- faster— Pl- please!” You choked out as tears welled up in your eyes, his thrusts had been so powerful and forceful, yet so calculated; as if he was aiming for your G-spot every time he thrust in—which he was. He growled under his breath, voice still monotone but more strained than before—it was almost impossible for him.  

“You’re too tight to go fast.” He deadpanned, “if I go any faster, I might break you.” He didn’t really care whether he broke you, but who in their right mind would want to be broken? 

It was almost comedic how quickly you perked up at the mention of being broken. “I- I wanna! Really bad, r- real bad! Please!” You blabbered and begged like an idiot, your dignity long gone. He hissed at the way your pussy gushed with your juices and excitement, struggling yet again to piston himself into you. “Do you only think with your cunt?” Izuru narrowed his eyes down at you, disbelief and disgust gleamed in his red eyes; and it only made you squeeze around him unwillingly.

You shrunk, shaking your head as a babyish pout contorted onto your lips. “N- no, I-” The slow slapping noises of his hips on yours grew in volume, and your eyes widened as you could feel and hear him getting more frantic, hitting you deeper—places you were sure weren’t even supposed to be touched were abused by the crown of his growing cock.

Through a tone that tried its best to be calm and composed, Izuru shakily breathed out. “Open your mouth.” 

“W- Huh?” With slurred speech and crossed eyes, you tried your best to find his red eyes through the tears that blurred your vision. You were so fucked out, you weren’t even sure if he had actually said anything or if it had been your imagination.

“You heard me, don’t play dumb.” You hadn’t been playing dumb; you were dumbed. But Izuru held no patience for your games, and you could definitely feel that in his increasingly painful grip on your ass—he was sure to leave a bruise on your skin. With a confused look in your eye, you hesitantly dropped your jaw for him, whimpering and jolting as you felt something wet spew into your mouth. Before you could whine or even get the chance to complain, Izuru had forcefully knocked you against the wall again, lightly hitting your head as he steadied you against the surface with one hand as he used the other to close your jaw.

You hadn’t even registered the fact you had spit into your mouth as your mind had been too foggy from the intense feeling building up in your stomach once again. “Swallow.” Without so much as a questioning noise as a reaction to what he had done, you obeyed. Swallowing thickly with bleary eyes, you tried your best to keep eye contact with the man who seemed way too calm for the aggressive pace he had been maintaining like a pro.

Not thinking much of it, you dropped your jaw and flattened your tongue down against your chin; it was almost instinctual as you obediently showed him you had swallowed all of it. It seemed to please him, as he traced his thumb absentmindedly over your jawline; it almost felt like a reward, to be touched like that. His gentle hands differed greatly from his pace that fastened within each second that passed the both of you by. 

Your moans grew in volume, and you could feel yourself getting overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt to be fucked by him; moans and groans turned into full-blown hysterical sobbing as you felt your second climax approach. He grunted in frustration as he felt your walls clamp around him once again, convulsing as you gasped for air, his breaths huffing out in small intervals as he tried to get himself to his own high. 

Nothing was said as you threw yourself into him, hugging himself close to you as if he was your lifeline despite your twitching body—you weren’t sure how long you could hold on before you passed out, but you tried your best to stay conscious. He hadn’t cum yet.

It may have frustrated him, but it also frustrated you. Running your hands down his neck to his well-defined jaw, you cradled his skull before attaching your lips onto his neck desperately, practically slobbering over him like a dog as you kissed and sucked at his neck—to which he groaned quietly at. It was a terrible job, you were necking him so sloppily, and he hated himself for grading your performance when really, he should’ve been indulging in it.

The sounds of his hips slapping against yours, combined with your small moans that you tried to muffle against his neck, had overwhelmed his senses and he found himself going blank in the mind for less than half a second. 

It was dangerous, to leave yourself vulnerable like that. 

So without another word, sound, or thrust, he hoisted you up and dropped you against the chair; in which you unravelled like a velvet carpet over the soft, plush furniture. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you didn’t want to part from him, you didn’t want it to stop. There, he continued his assault to your already battered cunt, grunts and sharp sighs spilling out his mouth as he concentrated on getting himself to climax. 

“F- fuck, Izuru— Izuru, you’re splitting me- in t- two!” You sobbed out, arms flying up to wipe your tears away that prevented you from seeing the esthetical man above you. With his hair looking like it was flowing behind him, and the thin layer of sweat shining on his skin, you felt your heart beat a little faster— what?

You hadn’t even been able to register the dread of the realization of your feelings, as, without warning, Izuru creamed inside you. His hips stuttered to a stop, and he leaned himself completely over your body that had folded over the back rest of the chair, nose meeting the crook of your mid-chest. “Hhah...” He panted, clammy hands that had been gripping onto your skin tightly, loosened as he took a second before getting up and off you. 

You scrambled up from your position on the chair, legs and pussy numb as you struggled sitting up.“Wait Izuru—!” You called out for him, catching his attention as he cleaned himself up with a convenient towel Junko had left on the table. 

Zipping up the fly of his pants, he stared at you, waiting for you to continue what you had been planning to say as he flattened the creases of his suit. 

“W- were you...” You gulped, flushing as you recalled what you had done earlier. “Were you satisfied?” Your voice had been meek, afraid of his answer for more than one reason. Junko really would show you despair if she found out you didn’t satisfy him. “... I’ll let her know I was.” You sighed in relief, shoulders going slack as you fell back on the chair. You’d live another day.

#mod chia #notsfw #izuru #izuru kamakura #izuru kamakura x reader #izuru kamakura smut #izuru smut #izuru kamakura oneshot #izuru kamakura imagines #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 3 #super danganronpa goodbye despair #hope arc #despair arc #goodbye despair #izuru x reader #izuru kamakura fanfic #izuru kamakura fanfiction #self insert #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa smut #danganronpa headcanons

[austajunk]

Soooo… I actually did make a Maid AU where Chiaki adopted Nagito and Hajime as her new beloved maids while they try their hardest to rob her blind… it’s called Serving Miss Nanami (I’ll link it later). :3

I really gotta pick a maid outfit design and just keep it that way. But there’s so many cute looks. T.T

#danganronpa #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahinanami #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa au #maid au #komahina #komanami #hinanami #kamakura izuru #kamukoma #kamunami #fanfics #my art #my fics #Serving Miss Nanami

[nagitoshopebagelstm]

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐦! 𝐬/𝐨

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♡ ┊kamukoma x m! s/o . ೄྀ࿐

a request with not one, but two characters i simp for, and where the s/o uses my pronouns? uhm, yes PLEASE

request page: [link]

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requested by: anime (quotev)

"s/o, are you okay?" you tore your gaze away from your hands and instead looked up to find both your boyfriends looking at you. nagito's expression was one filled with worry, after all, as he'd say "how could someone as hopeful as you look so despair filled?" izuru's stoic expression still remained intact, yet his eyes softened a bit when your gaze met his.

"it's.. nothing.." you lied. this whole week, you've just been experiencing waves of sadness for seemingly no reason at all, and multiple what-ifs running through your head. did you really deserve the both of them?

"that's a lie." izuru spoke, and you slumped your shoulders. "i didn't have to use my ultimate lie detector to know you weren't telling the truth." he elaborated as nagito nervously chuckled from the side.

"ah, izuru- i don't think that's what he needs right now.." nagito spoke softly, approaching your hunched form. sighing, you turned back to the both of them, them seemingly perking up once you did.

"can i-- just get some cuddles..?" you asked awkwardly, face flushing a warm pink. when you had gone through what you called "terrible weeks" nagito and izuru would always be there to make you feel better, but it still felt embarrassing to ask, the thought that they saw you as childish making you nervous. "i'm sorry- i shouldn't have asked-" you stammered once you realized their blank expressions (well, izuru's expression was always blank, but you get what i mean).

"no, no!" nagito was quick to reassure you. "it's just the first time you've asked.. and for someone as hopeful as you two.. to want to do something so intimate with m-" his self-deprecating rambling was cut off as izuru grabbed both you and him, bringing the both of you into a small cuddle pile.

"wow- izuru was the one to initiate it.." you  breathed out attempting to lighten the mood as you snuggled closer to the both of them, resting your head in izuru's chest as you hugged nagito's arm. izuru only hummed as nagito hugged the both of you closer, running his hands through your hair.

"his ramblings were getting boring to me." you snorted while nagito only let out a joking whine.

"thank you two.. for this." you smiled, looking up to press a kiss to izuru's cheek. (of course, him being the sly bastard he is, he turned his head so that you gave him a kiss on the lips instead- you still love him though).  "i love the both of you so much." this time, you turned to nagito and gave him a small peck on the lips, his pale face as red as yours, even izuru's cheeks were dusted with a light pink.

"of course, we'll always be here for you." izuru said, playing with your hair along with nagito and kissed your forehead. "you don't have to feel nervous asking us to reassure you." you held the urge to cry and instead hid your face in his hair, prompting nagito to let out a small chuckle.

"my hope, he's right. you two are my everything. we love you."

"sometimes i feel like i don't deserve the both of you.." you sobbed out, holding them closer. "please, stay.."

izuru and nagito met eyes and nodded, the both of them agreeing on something.

"of course."

"always."

#kamukoma #sdr2 nagito #nagito x izuru #nagito #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #izuru #izuru x reader #izuru kamakura x reader #izuru x nagito #nagito x reader #nagito x reader x izuru #kamukoma x reader #male reader #male s/o #sdr2 izuru #sdr2 #sdr2 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #nagito x s/o #izuru x s/o #quotev

[katavicbun]

We’re special

Also check us both out plz (plug plug plug)

Kira’s (dear friend): https://archiveofourown.org/works/30859319/chapters/76189175

Katie’s (mine): https://archiveofourown.org/works/28798473/chapters/70625382

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #hinakoma #fanfic #izuru kamakura

[despairofthefuture]

DONT TRUST MURKRO WHILE SHE DOES DIE AT JUNKOS HANDS SHE MIGHT TRY TO STOP YOU SHE IS HER SISTER AFTER ALL but its your call

The ghost of Mukuro looks over to the spirit with a blank expression. "You are aware I can hear you, right?" She says before sighing and looking to Hiro with a hard glare. "Though they are correct. Despite my fate, my allegiance will never sway from Junko." A loving smile forms on her face when she mentions her sister. "She's my twin, and I love her dearly."

Hiro stares at her, a mix of horror and disbelief on his face. "But...but she betrays you!" He points out desperately. "She kills you in cold blood!"

Despite his words, Mukuro's smile doesnt waver. "She does it because she loves me." She explains. "She wants me to feel the most incredible Despair of death, because she cares for me so much!"

Leon gives the soldier a disgusted look. "That makes no sense! Shes your sister! She shouldnt kill you for any damn reason!"

Mukuro simply shakes her head. "Theres no way people like you could understand her reasoning." She says, almost sadly. "I, however, have been with her practically from the beginning. If anyone were to understand her, it would be me." A serious expression takes over her face, one that sends a shiver down Hiro's spine. "Which is why I refuse to allow you to interfere with her plans any further."

Leon snorts and rolls his eyes. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do?" He asks mockingly. "The only person we can talk to is Hiro here, and as ghosts we cant exactly interact with anything."

To all three of the heroes' surprise, Mukuro responds with a smirk. "You really think Hiro is the only person in Hope's Peak interested in occult stuff?" She snickers and shakes her head. "No. There's someone else that, while not his Ultimate, is very passionate about this topic. I have no doubt that if he isnt able to see me, he will at least have something useful I can use."

Hiro's eyes widen. "Wait...what?" He repeats, his voice quiet and shaky. "Theres....someone else?"

Leon also looks surprised, but he recovers quickly. He rushes over to Mukuro with a glare. "Who?! Who is it?!"

The soldier says nothing, simply continuing to smirk. Then she starts vanishing before their eyes.

"Mukuro, wait!" He cries out, but to no avail.

She's gone, leaving the group dumbfounded.

Hiro gapes at where Junko's sister had once been. "What...what the hell?!" He exclaims, gripping at his hair. "Who the hell was she talking about!? Who else could possibly have knowledge on this stuff?!"

"I-I dont know!" Leon answers frantically. "But we have to figure it out, and quickly! If this guy really does have something Mukuro could use, who knows what she'd be able to do?!"

Hiro begins panicking, before stopping and looking to the many spirits around. "Do...do you guys have any ideas? Who could Mukuro be talking about?!"

A/N: This update is shorter than normal, but it is very important to the story! This mystery man will play an important part in helping Hiro! So help Hiro figure out who it is! And remember, V3 isnt canon here, so it can only be a character from the first two games!

#despair of the future #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 3 #yasuhiro hagakure #mukuro ikusaba #leon kuwata #chihiro fujisaki #junko enoshima #hajime hinata #izuru kamakura #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #asks open

[amaranthdahlia]

hinata+kamakura twins au ! inspired by this rlly funny fanfic :))

#hajime hinata #izuru kamakura #ok i highly recommend reading the fanfic #its REALLY funny and has made me wheeze so many times that my mom looked at me strange #like its really good its worth checking out #danganronpa #danganronpa goodbye despair #super danganronpa 2 #dont tag this as a ship 🔪 #dahlia.art