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thebusytypewriter · 4 months

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hello hello congrats on the followers!! for the event could i request a long kamukura x reader fic where he’s basically baby duck imprinted on reader? i imagine that after being locked in a cell and mistreated by hopes peak even an iota of basic human kindness has him clinging

YIPPEE I've been brainrotting about this one for AGES I'm so sorry for the wait anon!! I'm also sorry that you were probably expecting fluff with this and while there is some, uhhhh........... angstnohappyendOKAYENJOYBYE--

No, I’m not falling for you

So please have mercy on me

The night of the Tragedy—the first one—you were there. That was something Izuru Kamukura didn’t expect.

You weren’t exactly there, not in the classroom where it all went down; things would’ve been much different if you were. No, you were some Reserve Course student who’d found their way just outside of the Main Course gates past curfew.

In fact, it was well past that point, nearly midnight by then. Enoshima had yet to return from her place in the security office, Ikusaba likely with her. This left Kamukura alone outside to ponder what had just transpired.

The gruesome deaths of the thirteen Ultimate students replayed over and over within his perfect memory, everything from gunshot to impaling to chainsaw. He’d expected each and every one of them to turn away from Enoshima’s “motives,” since innocent lives logically outweighed petty hearsay, no matter how damaging it would be.

Such intense emotion on their faces when first attacks were made… He couldn’t understand it.

Wind whistled past his stony face as he strolled, the force tossing around his hair in every direction. Even if he had the capacity to care about it, he wouldn’t. There were far more pressing things to worry about.

The sound of rubber soles on stone alerted him to an approaching individual, so Kamukura swiftly moved behind one of the few trees lining the outer wall and watched.

You were far out of dress code for a Reserve Course student, but he figured that you didn’t care with it being after hours. A large hoodie covered you, engulfing your upper half in the softest fabric he’d ever seen, and your yoga pants were just as large and cozy-looking. The only thing that indicated you as part of the Reserve Course was the student ID faintly peeking out from under your collar.

He could see the bags under your eyes from his place a dozen feet away, and the slouch in your walk alerted his health-related talents of your likely insomnia.

“Hello?” you called out, almost timidly, not too soft to go unheard but not too loud to alert any remaining security. “I was just out for a walk when I, um, heard you. I know it’s late, I just want to make sure you’re okay. It’s not a good idea to leave Main Course grounds after dark, okay?”

Kamukura faintly wondered if you’d ever had a chance of being an Ultimate regarding empathy or safety. It would suit you.

“I go here,” you continued, “so don’t worry, I just want to help.”

His nail lightly scratched at the tree’s bark in contemplation. Two abnormal events in the same night… Perhaps he couldn’t let that go.

Letting his definitive steps announce his presence, Kamukura stepped out and into the dull light of the street lamps. He said nothing and simply blinked at you.

You inhaled sharply, clearly startled as you caught sight of him. There was only a brief moment of panic in your eyes before it switched over to concern, your gaze locking on something just below his own, slightly to his right. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Ah. In the excitement of your arrival, he’d forgotten about the bullet graze wound across his cheek. He raised a hand and felt around the area, unsurprised to find it mostly still wet with blood. “And why would you be concerned about me? You’ll get nothing in return.”

“Nothing in…?” Your brow pinched further, now from both concern and confusion. “Dude, you’re bleeding. Like a lot. Like you might need stitches.”

“No. I’ll apply some disinfectant shortly, and it’ll heal just fine. You should be more concerned with your own safety, being out this late at night, instead of fussing over a stranger.”

“I-I’m not fussing,” you argued, cheeks now puffing out in your annoyance.

You reminded him of a chipmunk.

Cute.

Something in him halted at the thought before reassuring himself that it was simply fact. There were no opinions within him. You were being kind to him, that was all. It was… unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

“Oh!” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. “How rude of me. I didn’t even introduce myself.” With a statement of your name—something he already knew from observing your student ID—you extended a hand while asking for his own.

In a handful of milliseconds, he considered what to tell you. He could tell you nothing and walk away, leaving you out of the insanity but leaving this odd new itch behind. He could tell you Kamukura, but there were far too many things attached to that name on Hope’s Peak campus. You were Reserve Course, not stupid.

“Call me Izuru,” he stated. “For your safety, I’ll leave it at that.”

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. “Ah… okay? Nice to meet you then, Izuru.”

“You as well.”

“Aaaand your reason for being out here…?”

“Nightly walk.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but you didn’t need to know that. “I was in the process of returning to my quarters when you appeared. I am in no danger, I assure you.”

You nodded, hesitant but understanding. “Gotcha. Well… just be careful, okay? There are some real weirdos out here at night.”

The irony of your statement almost made him laugh. Almost. “I understand, thank you. Would you like an escort back to the Reserve Course dormitory?”

“Oh, uh, no thanks. Pepper spray’s got my back.”

“If you insist. Good night, then.” Kamukura gave the slightest of bows before turning to reenter the Main Course grounds and rendezvous with Enoshima. Your return of the phrase met his ears, but he continued on.

He tried not to feel your gaze boring into his back as he did so.

He tried not to look back when he heard your footsteps retreat.

Izuru Kamukura failed for the first and second time that night.

‘Cause it’s not romantic, I swear

I’m not gasping for air

After moving from one underground bunker to another, Kamukura quickly found himself to be once again bored out of his mind. The only thing that kept his attention, that lingered in his mind, was you.

He’d never seen your face among the rioters from newsfeed alone, leading him to the conclusion that you were abstaining from it all. You were safe, presumably. Given how kind you were to him when you met, he decided that you deserved it—the safety from Despair. Someone like you needed to be protected.

And yet, he still thought about what it would be like for you to stay in that bunker with him. Kamukura wasn’t alone there, of course not; among its occupants was Enoshima, Ikusaba, Mitarai, and the nurse that was dragged in—Tsumiki. Of these, Enoshima was the only one who engaged in conversation with him, as one-sided as it was, and as annoying as she was.

Despite himself, despite his programming, Kamukura missed you.

He knew that Enoshima had noticed his change of demeanor after that night. He knew that she’d look into what happened, badgering him until she inevitably gave up.

What he didn’t know was how invested she’d be in the situation.

In the midst of his purusing old documents within the bunker, he was met with the sound of Enoshima’s delighted hum growing closer… then farther. It was odd. There weren’t many rooms in the bunker, and there were even fewer rooms that Junko Enoshima herself would enter. If they were dirty, she sent Ikusaba in. If they were hazardous, she sent Tsumiki in.

So where was she going?

Damn it, his interest was piqued.

Cautiously and quietly, Kamukura followed the Ultimate Despair down a corridor he’d never seen her traverse before. She hummed the whole way, a slight bounce in her step, before stopping at a closed iron door. It had a small square window at head level, but that seemed to be the only way one could see in or out of the room. Enoshima slid the massive bar lock out of place and pushed her way inside, letting the door close behind her.

He stalked up to the solid barrier and peered through the window, careful not to let more of himself show than what was unavoidable. As Kamukura’s gaze settled on the pigtailed frame he’d watched enter, her voice met his ears.

“Just checkin’ on ya, sweetheart! Can’t have you dying on me just yet, right? You just got here!”

Then, a second voice followed hers, one that made his blood run cold.

“I-I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you stammered, teeth audibly clacking together in the cold concrete room. “I don’t know who you are, I don’t know why you brought me here, I haven’t done anything wrong—”

“Of course not, silly!” Enoshima strode forward in faux contemplation, manicured hands clasped behind her back. “Consider this a… witness care program. We take care of our witnesses!”

With the Despair’s movement, Kamukura was able to get a full view of you. You were still in your pajamas, just a tank top and fuzzy pants, implying that you’d been abducted either in your room or within the dorm in general. Your feet were bare and pale—borderline blue—against the gray floor. (He understood then why you were shivering.) From that angle, he was able to notice your hands wrenched behind your back as you sat by a pole, and he deduced that Enoshima—or maybe Ikusaba—had tied you to said pole to restrict movement. How cliche.

“Witness care?” You blinked, fluorescent light sparkling in your eyes. “So you’re protecting me then?”

“Well, aren’t you just a little ray of hope?” Enoshima reached out and pitched your cheek with enthusiasm. “Cutie pie! I could just eat you up!” Her grin dropped abruptly, and Kamukura saw a few little beads of blood spring up on your skin where she held you. “…And then I would immediately vomit. Your gross little rainbows and sparkles make me sick, y’hear me? What the hell does a god like Kamukura see in a worthless Reserve Course chump?”

Your brow furrowed. “I’m sorry, who’s… Kamukura? Like, the founder of Hope’s Peak?”

“No, silly,” she snorted. “Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The one you met a few days ago. What exactly did he say his name was?”

He watched your mouth open to answer, then slowly close as you appeared to connect the dots she’d presented. Your response came out quiet and disbelieving. “…Izuru.”

Enoshima’s free hand flew up in mocking celebration. “Give the kid a prize! This might come as a shock to you—who am I kidding, it so will—but the Izuru Kamukura you talked to is a lab experiment gone horrifically right. He’s a god among men, the Ultimate Hope. And that makes it all the more confusing as to why he’s chosen to latch onto you of all people. Kinda silly if you ask me.”

Much to his odd delight, all traces of fear left your face at the statement, and you snarled at her. “Well if you admire him so much, then why does it sound to me like you’re doubting his judgment? I’ll be sure to let him know when I see him next. Whose word will he believe—mine or yours?”

Enoshima’s hand ripped away as she recoiled. “Ugh! God, you’d get along really well with the know-it-all detective in my class. Keep holding your head up like that, and you’re ten times more likely to get smacked by a bat. It’s just statistics!”

The twitch of your brow betrayed your returning terror.

“Anyway,” she drew out, “I wouldn’t get comfy, m’kay? Even though you’re here as a present for my beloved Kamukura, I still have an agenda. Maybe look up the phrase ‘take care of’ in the dictionary! Oh, wait, you can’t do that here. Hm! Your problem, not mine.”

Kamukura ducked out of the window just as Enoshima turned, forgoing the remainder of the conversation to preserve his assumed innocence. In his brisk return down the hallway, he felt an odd tingling sensation rising from the midst of his throat all the way to his skull. It reminded him of an ant colony, one that disturbed the neutrality within him.

He then noticed how tense his brow had been the entire time. How clenched his fists were. How much he itched to burst through the door and rescue your kind self from Despair incarnate.

Some Ultimate Psychologist within him ticked off some boxes and raised a finger to share the new discovery, but he ignored it.

He had to.

The Ultimate Hope did not get attached.

I want you to be here, but please don’t come near

‘Cause even though I’m pretty sure my head’s exploding

I’m not ready for hand holding

Kamukura was attached.

Within the couple of weeks between his discovery of your presence—when he was sure that Enoshima and Ikusaba weren’t in the bunker, and Mitarai and Tsumiki were stationed in the former’s workspace—he often found himself visiting you.

The first time he made an appearance and explained what he could, he’d been expecting your immediate response.

“So you’ll let me go?”

He shook his head. “As much as I am of the mind that you should be given your freedom, there is a strong chance Enoshima may just hunt you down again and kill you. A far from ideal outcome, wouldn’t you agree?”

You did, and he was relieved.

…What?

Ah, yes. That was the recurring problem around you; Kamukura found himself feeling things. At first, he was convinced that he could become desensitized by visiting you more. It only made things worse. He got to know you then, all your hobbies and quirks and everything that made you unique in his eyes.

Not to mention your kindness. God, all the harsh interactions with immoral scientist after immoral scientist made him realize how truly important you were.

You invaded all of his waking thoughts, and Kamukura expected that he was doing a good job at hiding it.

He was created to have perfect judgment.

It’s not love, I swear

“Oh, Kamukura darling! I have a surprise for you!”

He let himself sigh as he turned from his absentminded file browsing to meet Enoshima’s wide grin. “I have no interest in your presents.” Not to mention he already knew to whom she was referring.

The grin flipped on a dime to a childish pout. “You don’t have to be so mean about it! And here I thought you’d actually like this one.”

“If you’re going to pester me about this surprise regardless, then I suppose I have little choice. Get on with it.”

Enoshima immediately perked up again, much like a dog whose master said the word ‘treat’ aloud. (What a hellish dog the Ultimate Despair would make, Kamukura thought to himself. He’d have to tell you that one later.) “Okie dokie! You’re gonna love it.”

“Doubtful. I am incapable of love.”

Incapability, the Ultimate Dictionary part of him said, is another word for inability, which is the lack of ability to do something. Denial is an unwillingness to accept that something is true.

He stubbornly shoved the thought away and followed behind the bouncing girl.

Love clouds even the most objectively perfect judgment.

They continued on to a section of the bunker that Kamukura was slightly less familiar with, as it was usually occupied by the other inhabitants, and he wasn’t one to socialize with them. (He wasn’t one to socialize with Enoshima, either, but she forced it upon him.) At some time, he’d heard the sounds of panic and stress echoing from that same direction, but it was her business, not his. It appeared that it was about to be his business, though.

Enoshima led him into an offshoot of the main hallway, her deranged humming increasing as they moved. It was never a good sign when she was so pleased.

The distorted music he’d listened to her perfect met his ears, laced with the edited screams of Ultimate students. Why was she playing the Despair-inducing video? Was there a “guest” he wasn’t aware of?

…Wait.

There would be.

If he wasn’t already aware of them.

“You’ve been so pressed over the battle of Hope and Despair, and I wanted to help you along—” Enoshima pushed a door open, and the sounds became clearer— “so you get to see Despair in action!”

A dim concrete room greeted the two of them, bathed only in the flashing lights and red glow of her video. In the center, a single chair sat askew with what appeared to be leather straps dangling from its arms and legs. The quick inspection with his Ultimate Analyst talent revealed a lack of tears in the leather outside of the usual signs of torture—fraying and scuffing. The occupant didn’t escape their containment, but they were released.

Speaking of, Kamukura’s gaze fell upon a figure settled on the floor, head pressed against their knees. It was reminiscent of a traditional Japanese deep bow—zarei, that is—but they were tense, shaking. Their hands dug into their hair and pulled against their scalp in this panicked manner, and that wasn’t even the part that set him off.

This figure, the victim of Junko Enoshima’s Despair-inducing video, was you.

“Turn it off.”

“Eh?”

His fist closed around Enoshima’s throat and tugged her close in an instant, dragging a garbled noise of surprise from her. “Turn the video off, or I will do it myself.”

Her eyes were wide at this new display, one he himself was quite unsure about, and she burst out in startled laughter. “Woooow! Okay, Mr. Assertive! It’s done the job anyway. This was mostly just for theatrics and funsies, to give a little pizzazz to your present—Hey, are you even listening?”

Kamukura was not. Oh, how he thought about bashing in her head at that moment. It would be quick and effortless on his part, ultimately ridding the world of her sick plan. But Enoshima wasn’t his priority; he was already crossing the floor toward your crumpled form, an uncharacteristically-loud heartbeat pounding in his ears. Odds of your being unharmed were slim, to say the least, and only dropping every second you didn’t move, but he called upon his Ultimate Luck to combat them.

Pristine black dress pants rubbed against the concrete as he settled on his knees next to you. Kamukura’s hand hovered over your back while he debated on the best course of action. What would he do if you were lost? Could he bring himself to hand you over to Enoshima, or would he go directly against her to repair a broken mind? Was it even possible for him to do such a thing?

Might still be in shock, he reminded himself. It was entirely possible that Enoshima had been bluffing. You were fine.

You had to be.

He let his hand run over your spine once. Twice. You remained, head pressed to your knees, though you shuddered at the touch.

Just ahead, the Despair-inducing video clicked off. Finally. He shot a glare at Enoshima and, by virtue of her sudden appearance, Ikusaba. Additionally, Tsumiki appeared to be peeking in from the doorway, and her twisted smile did nothing to calm his anxieties.

…Anxieties? The Ultimate Psychologist in his head once again raised a finger to say I told you so, but he ignored it.

Kamukura called for you, quietly at first. When he received no answer, he tried again, louder.

Something finally spilled from your lips, unintelligible and hushed. He wondered for a moment if what he felt at the sound was hope, but it quickly snapped away as your garbled noises continued and then transitioned into an objectively worse sound.

You were laughing.

No, you were crying.

It was both. You were hysterical.

Finally, finally, you sat up, and the “no signal” screen previously playing that maddening video kept your face under an eerie red light. The color illuminated the teartracks down your cheeks, and his heart clenched. Your gaze met his, and it sank.

Those kind eyes, the ones that made him feel warm, feel anything… were hazy and unfocused. The smile that set off the butterflies in his stomach, however few they were, twisted with insanity.

Tainted.

She’d broken you.

You. The one good thing in this spiraling world.

Kamukura cupped your cheek as you giggled something about his expression. He didn’t care to listen. He ran through the possible ways of repairing your mind and found that the list was both shorter and less possible than he’d initially thought. Human beings are fragile creatures, he reminded himself. You can’t hold one too tightly, or else it’ll hurt more when they break.

Perhaps this wasn’t what Enoshima had meant by seeing her work in action, but it got the point across.

His tears fell alongside yours.

It might be closer to Despair . . .

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izurusstuff · 4 months

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��️ 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!! ⚠️

message from izurusstuff: hello, lovelies <3 i woke up today and immediately ran to tumblr because of an amazing thought i had >:) it’s inspired by @goddess-of-green’s teacher nagito smut, i highly recommend you check their’s out because it’s awesome and lives in my mind rent free. also this is 18+ only, minors do NOT interact!!! and everyone’s legal age. also there’s spoilers for the danganronpa 3 anime and ending of goodbye despair, so read with caution if you don’t want spoilers

summary: You’re a student at the University of Tokyo a couple years after The Tragedy. The whole ordeal inspired you to become a psychology major with a minor in ethics. It’s your senior year at the university— you only have a semester left until graduation. Everything was perfect until this point, but your high-level ethics professor makes it hard to keep up your perfect grades. Fed up, you confront him, which leads to… something special ;)

A+ (Teacher!Izuru Kamukura x Fem!Reader Smut)

It’s another day in class towards the end of the semester. Finals are quickly approaching, and your stoic teacher is handing your papers back at the end of class. For some reason, he just wouldn’t give out A’s in his class. Your perfect 4.0 GPA was going to be brought down by this right before you graduated! You grew tired of his antics. Of course, it didn’t really tick you off until you spent days without sleep trying to finish your paper. Every other source told you that it was amazing and captivating.

But you got a B+, an 89.9

You were basically fuming at that point. It was obvious Professor Kamukura wasn’t going to admit that your paper deserved an A. Rage boiled through your body. Your nostrils flared and your knuckles tightened. You stared into your professors eyes with pure anger. He wouldn’t admit it, but your reaction wasn’t boring to him. He was used to boredom. His eyebrow ever so slightly raised at you, which only pissed you off more.

Without breaking any eye contact, you ripped up your 30 page paper in front of him and slammed it on his desk. Oh boy, he did not know what he was signing up for when he messed with the valedictorian’s perfect GPA.

“Can I help you?” He scoffed.

His apathy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With your fists balled up, you took a deep breath and let it OUT.

“Is it your mission in life to make everyone miserable? Is it because you got used by your school to become a human weapon? Why the FUCK do you have to be so condescending?! Do you KNOW how hard I worked to be here?! DO YOU?! If you hate people sooo much and you’re always bored by them, why did you take the job here? It’s not like you’re the best of the best! I can name thousands of people who’d be a better teacher for this job than you are… so why do you think you’re hot shit? You’re not… you’re a hurt little boy with some weird complex a-and you’re RUINING everything… so what the fuck is your problem, Kamukura?!”

Holy shit. Your response had him speechless for a brief second. He had to compose himself before staring you down and giving a response. However, you weren’t even CLOSE do being done…

“Your paper was bori-”

“Boring? Yeah, I fucking KNOW! Everything’s boring to you! But I am NOT letting your stubborn ass ruin my perfect GPA, do you understand?! What would capture your attention? Writing my paper on Junko Enoshima? Chiaki Nanami? Ooh I know! How about Hajime Hinata!”

Ouch. The last name really struck a nerve with Izuru. He actually felt a sense of sadness; something he hasn’t felt since he watched Chiaki’s final moments. Kamukura simply walked away, the nerve!

“Oh, you think I’m DONE with you?!”

“Doubtful.” He rolled his eyes, opening the classroom door for you. Huh, weird.

“I’m heading to my office. You can come with or continue your temper tantrum in here until the next class comes.”

You stood in shock for a moment. He was actually inviting you to his office…? I mean, it was in his own weird way, but it counted, right?

He walked in front of you without saying a word, only motioning to the door of his office.

Izuru’s office definitely didn’t fit him. There was a few coffee mugs, packets of chamomile tea, kawaii stuffed animals, a sword, etc. Were these all the gifts his former classmates gave him?

“Sit.”

You did as he said, looking around at everything in awe. Kamukura pulled out a folder than had your last name on it with copies of your old papers. You were utterly shocked he kept up with stuff like that.

“[L/N]. Your final semester here.”

“How did you-?”

“You’re valedictorian. I hear about you wherever I go.”

He… knew stuff about you? You were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. You thought you were just another boring face to him.

“I’ll say this one time and one time only. Your response to your grade impressed me. We both know that never happens.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t apologize. It takes away character.”

You looked at the floor and nodded as Professor Kamukura looked through your folder more. Surprisingly, it earned a few impressed eyebrow raises from him.

“Your papers have no mistakes. They’re merely boring to me. Except for your last one on the ethics of Hope’s Peak. For obvious reasons, I do not have any interest in reading a paper about the school that used me.”

Realization hit you, and you actually felt bad for him. It was the first time you did. You looked at the ground and nodded. Kamukura obviously picked up on your regret, which he rolled his eyes to and tapped on the desk to get your attention.

“Why are you remorseful? It’s just a grade. If you need an A that badly, I’ll change it.”

You shook your head. It nearly knocked him out of his seat in surprise.

“No. It’s because you’re still a person, which everyone forgets about. Including me.”

Your humanization of him really REALLY struck a nerve. But in a good way. The tone in the room shifted to a way more positive one, and you swear you saw his mouth turn into an ever so slight smile.

“Your response… was not what I was expecting, Y/N.”

He used your first name?! You jolted up to stare at him in utter disbelief.

“If you want to go, I won’t keep you.”

You shook your head. Neither of you knew what to say next. However, it seemed you two were truly seeing each other as humans. Not human experiment and student who only cared about her grades, but humans… and tension filled the air. Both of you stood up with Izuru locking his office door and backing you against the wall.

Your heart fluttered so incredibly fast. Just mere moments ago, you were about to square up with your teacher. Now you want nothing more than to hold him. Little did you know he felt the same about you.

His red eyes expressed a hint of worry behind them. You could tell he was concerned about hurting you or pressuring you into this.

With a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two and finally kissed him. You expected him to shove you away and call you boring, but his hands merely cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. You melted into it, completely forgetting that he was the reason you wouldn’t have a perfect GPA. But in that moment, you couldn’t care. You didn’t care that you were passionately kissing your teacher who has no emotion towards anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” Kamukura asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth. You could tell he wanted nothing more than you to stay with him.

“I’m sure…”

His mouth slightly widened into the barely visible smile he had before. He smiled into another kiss with you, pushing you up against the wall. Izuru obviously knew what you were thinking, but he didn’t want to make the first move out of respect (consent king). So, you took his hands and moved them down to the dip in your hips. He definitely got the memo.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded. The kisses got more rough, but he took his time with caressing your body. You loved the passion he was showing, but God you wanted him to hurry up.

Once he got to your chest, you took your shirt off, giving him an uncovered view of your chest. He was mesmerized by your body. Kamukura pulled you into yet another kiss, but this time it was by grabbing your ass. You were surprised by his strength, but then again, he WAS made to be impossibly strong…

While he was doing his own thing to you, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched it slide down his muscular arms. Holy shit. You weren’t expecting that. You should’ve, but you didn’t.

He softly chuckled, and that surprised both of you. Izuru removed his shirt, pulling you closer. You could feel each other’s body heat. You finally took off your bra and slid your skirt down. He took no time in reaching for your chest and caressing it. Meanwhile, you got his pants off. He led the two of you to his desk…

Kamukura laid you down and kissed down your body until he got to the line of your underwear. With a delicate touch, he took them off and put himself between your thighs, looking up at you with curiosity and lust. You whimpered, and that only made him more crazed.

He gently rubbed a finger up your slit, causing you to whimper yet again. You could see his smile through your half lidded gaze.

Finally he stuck a finger in. You gasped out in pleasure, and he slowly moved it in and out. You grabbed his hair and whimpered again. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any more.

Kamukura removed his last article of clothing and slowly slid into you. Your hands grasped onto his toned back as your moans got louder with every inch he put in. He looked down at you, putting his hands underneath your back as he began his thrusting.

You heard his soft grunts, making you further crazed. You wrapped his legs around his torso and he sped up. The light of the hallway peeking in through his blinds gave his toned body a beautiful glow, and you were starstruck by it.

In an odd moment of wholesomeness, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead while he harshly thrusted into you. The duality, good lord.

Your whimpers and tightening drove him crazy. He sped up as fast as he could, causing his desk to shake. Even if someone heard you two, neither of you cared because of how good you both felt.

Even though it felt like seconds, moments passed before you tightened around him from finishing, therefore making him cum too. Both of you were unbelievably sweaty from the deed, and you laid on his desk staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll change your grade to an A.”

RAAAA THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS IVE EVER WRITTEN, SHOUKD I MAKE A PART TWO…

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idyllcy · 9 days

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oops... i got married || TO THE CUTE DUDE IN CLASS?!

word count: 1.2k || Fic 4 of oops... i got married

summary: ... you do not understand how a man made god wants to marry you but frankly you don't care as long as you aren't dying to his hands

You get married as a joke.

Yes, there are limits to how much you can drink. Yes, there are limits to how insane you can get while drunk— but apparently getting married is not within that limit. You get married to some random guy— NOT SOME RANDOM GUY. SOMEONE YOU KNOW. WELL. KIND OF. You wake up to a legally signed marriage document and him in your kitchen, and you blink at the red booklet in your hands and then at your new lover at the door.

"You're going to be late for class."

"Oh. My. God."

"Yes, I am aware that is an expression of shock." Kamukura catches the mug that you've just hurled at his face.

"HOW ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?"

"We are married."

You blink at Kamukura. "WHY DID YOU EVEN AGREE TO MARRY ME?!"

"Perhaps you will bring a semblance of amusement to my day-to-day life." He pauses. "Also because you would have asked someone else had it not been me, and I would not have trusted you to not ask one of the old men in the bar."

You sigh, throwing your head back into the pillow. He has a point.

"Shall I let the professor know that you are skipping class?"

"No." You snort. "Tell him my head feels like it's been cracked open from drinking too much yesterday."

"Anything else?"

"Will you divorce me if you get bored?" You turn your head to face him. "I mean, I got drunk, no?"

Kamukura nods, door clicking behind him as you bury your head into the pillow, screaming. You married the class genius. How the hell did he even agree to marrying you? What does it even mean that he married you for some semblance of amusement? What does it even mean that you got him to agree to marrying you? In what world does this happen? You scream back into the pillow, deciding that this would be a problem for you to face after your nap. What a great day to NOT have anything to do.

Except Kamukura comes home and you find that there's an assignment due by the end of the day— which makes you seriously contemplate your existence right then and there. Your new husband refuses to help you, and he watches you struggle in silence, lips pulled into a fraction of a smile, almost as if he were enjoying the way you were fighting for your life. Maybe you will beat him up next time (you would not win). So, you stare at Kamukura from the couch as he stares back, unblinking, unbothered.

"Help me."

"You are simply being lazy."

"Okay and?" You huff. "Is a husband's duty not to help his spouse?"

"Oftentimes, it is used as an excuse to not do something. If I were to do it for you, there will be a second, and then a third, and eventually, I will be the one doing all of it for you. Then, you would—"

"It's an elective." You deadpan.

"Perhaps this is, but who am I to say that you will not abuse your new husband and make him complete your major for you?"

"Izuru fucking Kamukura." You deadpan, voice even. "Will you cosplay as me to take my classes? Will you put on makeup so you can look like your beloved and take my tests for me? Will you take on the task of double life so I don't need to do anything?"

Kamukura blinks at you, unbothered. "No."

"There you go." You sigh. "Will you at least teach me?"

"That, I will do."

You go through the homework with your husband, brain fried by the end of it, eyes spinning, annoyed as he explains everything with eerie precision catered to you.

"Next thing you tell me is going to be something like "I attended Hope's Peak High School" or something of equal insane value."

"I shall do you one better." He tilts his head. "I was created by Hope's Peak Academy."

You pause. What.

"They took a talentless kid," Kamukura coughs lightly, "and transformed him into me."

"So they— They basically rewired your past in order to create you? I knew you were suspicious for taking 24 units." You deadpan. "You're an escaped government spy, aren't you."

"Government spy, no. Escaped, yes." His eyes dig past your soul until you are bare before him, but you do not look away. "Hope's Peak can not own a person under the law."

You raise a brow. "So why then did you marry me?"

"That is something for you to find out."

You find that the answer is that people tend to steer clear of you when you are with Kamukura. Perhaps it is some sort of primal urge to mark their territory, or the primal instinct to stay away from predators bigger than you, but Kamukura next to you equates to individualism. You find that even his unofficial fanclub that used to bother you stays away. Kamukura might have just thought of you as some strange trophy... or just someone he would not mind spending the rest of his life with.

The answer comes at home, perhaps.

You stare at the man at your door, Kamukura not home, and you tilt your head as you start taking your shoes off.

The man speaks up when you start opening the door. "Does a man by the name of Kamukura live here?"

You blink twice. "No? I live alone."

"You have men's shoes at your door."

"They are there for safety."

"What about the two bowls of rice on the table?"

"Rather rude to look inside my place, isn't it?" You start to shut the door. "You can not search my house without a warrant. Besides, you aren't in Japan, you know? Welcome to the land of guns and eagles."

"Duck."

Kamukura holds your head down as the sound of a gun rings out on your floor. You've never been so glad you actually threw your whole life savings into a penthouse. Yet, you try turning around, his hand covering your eyes naturally.

"Is he dead?"

"Leave it to me." He ignores your question.

You listen to him as he has you step into the apartment, door shutting behind you as you start eating, biting the chopstick and blinking at the door absentmindedly.

Kamukura comes home, clean of any sign of what could have been a murder.

You don't know if you want to ask what he was up to.

He stares at you, almost as if waiting for something to come out of your mouth before he moves to do anything.

You rack your brain for what you could even say to him.

"Good job." You raise a brow, staring at him and then the seat. "Now hurry up and eat. What were they even here for? Was it enough to warrant a gun to their head?"

"Yes." He blinks. "They were here to find me."

"Isn't it more suspicious that they're dead now?"

"I have disguised it as a slip on the stairs."

"With a gun wound?"

"The probability of a bullet bouncing off a wall into your own brain is small but never zero."

Ah.

Well, you suppose at least your husband won't be killing... you.

#kamukura x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #wow i am crusty writing him #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #dr3 x reader #izuru kamukura #☾.fics #☾.events

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conelluwrites · 7 months

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Let's Search The Sky For A While

Izuru x GN! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Kinktober Playlist

Song: Is It Really You - Loathe

His voice is so monotone, so uncaring, but the glimmer of genuine interest is so palpable to you that it makes your eyes glisten in excitement as you hold your hand up against Izuru’s.

Warnings: Spit/drool, fingers in mouth, dry humping (reader cums in pants), ignoring my own headcanons, size difference, mild degradation

“I don’t understand why you ask for this so often.” His voice is so monotone, so uncaring, but the glimmer of genuine interest is so palpable to you that it makes your eyes glisten in excitement as you hold your hand up against Izuru’s.

“‘Cause I think it’s cool.” You respond, you can already feel the twinges of arousal in your stomach, you’re so easy it's almost laughable.

“I understand that part.” He sighs, the faraway look in your eyes and slight heat covering your face would make it obvious to anyone how far gone your thoughts are getting just by feeling his fingers bend over yours. “But I don’t understand why.” Your other hand can’t help but reach up and grasp his hand, thumb rubbing on his palm.

“It makes me feel small- insignificant.”

“Which you are.”

You cannot stop the tiny noise that bubbles up in your throat from his agreement. You nod and lick your lips, not noticing as you softly grind yourself against the hard bottom of the seat. His red eyes hardly even dart down to look at your movements, seemingly to be completely uninterested in your ministrations.

“Can yo-”

“No.”

You huff softly, looking away for a second. You don’t bother finishing that question. “But can you at least put a finger or two in my mouth?” You ask, your previous question unasked in full. His eyes bore into yours, making you feel like he’s judging you extremely harshly. He yanks his hand from yours, sneering at you but not verbally declining your request.

One of his hands grip your jaw tightly, squeezing your cheeks to make your mouth open. A soft, barely noticeable moan leaves your lips that Izuru has taken great interest in. His middle finger raises and runs along your bottom lips before it touches the tip of your tongue. His shoulders jump at the sensation, his widening for just a split second before they return to normal. He makes a noise like he’s taking careful note as your tongue flicks at digit.

Your hips move again, a small whine leaving you as your hands hold his wrist, your eyes begging him to move his finger more into your mouth. He raises an eyebrow and slowly moves his middle finger fully into your mouth. Heat coils in your stomach quickly as the tip touches your throat.

“More.” You attempt to say, but drools trails out of your mouth and drips onto your chair. Izuru understands you perfectly it seems, inserting his ring finger into your mouth quickly. A gag interrupts your joy for a split moment before he releases your jaw. Your lips relax around his fingers, tongue slurping at the pads of his fingers. He grimaces as your spit slides down his skin.

“Cum already, this is what you wanted, is it not?” His words make your eyes flutter closed quickly, you’re so close that it’s nearly painful as you moan around his fingers. He thrusts his digits slowly, as though he’s taking some sort of pleasure in feeling your tongue against them. Your eyes tighten closed as you feel the band break and you whine, embarrassed. You can’t even find it in yourself to open your eyes until he grumbles something and pulls the slick digits from your mouth. “Can’t even open your eyes, can you?”

You grunt and open your eyes, though your gaze is fully averted from him. “I can open my eyes. I was just… thinking.”

He wipes his wet fingers on his white shirt, sighing. It doesn’t take a genius to realize what you’re thinking about.

#x reader #danganronpa x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #kinktober 2023 #banner by cafekitsune

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conellu · 1 year

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And Through It All (How Could You Cry For Me)

Hajime Hinata/GN!Reader

Izuru Kamukura/GN!Reader

Soulmate AU: First words your soulmate will say to you appear on your arm in the same color as their eyes

Posted on my AO3

Title from Sleep by MCR

Warnings: Izuru is a shitty soulmate, I am incapable of writing happy soulmates I guess (please don't read into that too much), reader is slightly obsessive, repetitive lines

“That’s me.”

You traced your fingers over the words on your wrist for what felt like the umpteenth time in a little over an hour. The green they held was never your favorite color until you had actually heard the words spoken and looked into the eyes of your fated one, the one you were always going to be attached to, Hajime Hinata. Even just thinking of his name, of his eyes, of him, made your stomach fill with an almost uncomfortable amount of butterflies in your stomach and a smile on your face that was so brilliant that you wouldn’t be surprised if you were genuinely glowing. Despite having found your soulmate so long ago, the feelings never stopped and they might have even gotten more intense. A lot of people told you that the feeling would eventually level out, that you would still have a burst of excitement when you see them, but you still felt like a lovesick child on a playground at the very thought of Hajime.

“That’s me.”

How many times have you traced your fingers over the gentle, though shaky, lettering since they first appeared? How many times have you repeated the words to yourself, either audibly or just in your head? How many times have you asked him to repeat those words to you, late at night through the phone when it’s late at night and your entire body aches for him- craves him being close to you and the best you can have is his voice? Whenever you asked if he had done the same, the red that would burst on his cheeks would feel you with such an extreme amount of pride and overwhelming joy made you ask him again and again. How he would never lose his patience with you was amazing, but also completely understandable- after all that was the point of soulmates, right?

“That’s me.”

His voice repeats in your head so often, you wouldn’t be surprised if you could imitate it with decent accuracy with his intonation. Well, scratch that, you knew you could. Some nights you’d repeat the words to yourself when Hajime was busy with other people or homework, over and over again until the words sounded fake coming from your mouth. Was it obsessive? Was it weird? Or was it just how some people acted with their soulmates? You never really thought about it too hard unless you were all alone and had no one else around to reassure you that what you felt was a completely regular side effect.

“That’s me.”

He said the words so confidently as he walked away from you, spoken to people you both believed would allow him to come back to you, to return to you as himself. Your entire body cried for him, it aches before he had even left your sight. The pain that rocketed through your body was so intense it felt like you were dying, your body knowing what was transpiring far before you did. Looking down at your arm, wanting to trace your fingers over the words that meant so much to you, your eyes widen as new words blossom over your skin. The green writing still remained but there was something new, the same words but in a different color, in a different writing entirely.

“That’s me.”

The yellow-green text just above the new red writing made your stomach churn uncomfortably, the usual comfort and enjoyment the words brought you was now replaced with complete unease. The writing wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t shaky. In comparison to the writing that Hajime’s had left on you, it looked as though you had a child’s writing and a parent’s writing etched on your skin, the red lettering flourished and was written in a way that made it evident that was nothing but complete confidence in how the person did everything. What did it mean? You had heard of soulmate markings disappearing after one’s death, but Hajime’s words were still on your skin- albeit a little more faded but still visible. Your eyes darted around the room anxiously, what had happened?

“That’s me.”

Sitting on the bed next to Izuru was always an uncomfortable experience, your entire body wanted this, wanted to be near him, and you assumed his body called for yours as well but… It felt more like two strangers forced to sit in close proximity on a train. Your legs anxiously kicked back and forth, feet not even close to hitting the ground. You could feel his eyes hyper-focused on the movement and it just amplified all the anxiety and nerves that seemed to never leave your body in his presence. He had once asked you to explain what Hajime was like, why you continued to stay near his new self even when your body was clearly and viscerally uncomfortable around him- despite his knowledge being far more than yours, far more than anyone’s, it was clear that this behavior was completely and fully perplexing to him. He knew what soulmates were, no surprise at all, he knew the ins and outs of how they worked, he knew, he knew, he knew. His hand rests on your leg for half a second before he pulls it away, as though his body reacted with no thought behind it.

“That’s me.”

Your body physically recoiled as his words hit you, his uncaring, cold words about how he was stuck with a completely boring soulmate and you were stuck with one who would never be able to return your feelings, never be able to love you as you once were, never be able to rid yourself of the complete and unyielding ache of emotions that conflicted with each other. You didn’t realize that tears were pouring down your face until your hands involuntarily wiped them away. Your eyes darted over your arms when you pulled your hands down, tears falling down your cheeks and trailing down your neck while some plopped softly onto the words that you hated seeing now. He never moved towards you, though you know he has to want to, right? His body wants to reach out and comfort you, wants to hold you close and whisper nothing but loving words, right? You hear the bed squeak and you don’t even have to look to know he’s sitting on it, probably not even looking at your pathetic display anymore.

“That’s me.”

Both lines sent dread racing through your body, even after his (unfortunately true) words towards you, you still couldn’t leave. Your head rests lazily against his shoulder, looking down at your arms as his eyes look at nothing in particular. How many times have you cried, both away from him and in front of him? Did it even matter? The comfort you got was the same in either case, sometimes you got more comfort while you were alone sobbing than you did sitting next to your soulmate- sitting next to the one who fate decided would be the one to keep you safe, to keep you comforted, to let you know that you were loved. The yellow-green of Hajime’s words sometimes looked more like a nearly healed bruised, a painful (though barely memorable anymore) reminder of what once happened. The red of Izuru’s writing burnt your eyes, the flourishes remind you of blood spilt up and over your skin. Your fingers still traced over the words, through Izuru’s words only, trying to feel any comfort from them. No comfort ever came, your body ached for something that no longer existed.

“That’s me.”

#hajime hinata x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #danganronpa x reader #x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa goodbye despair

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raitonsfw · 2 months

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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When Kamukura doesn't do his due diligence of fucking you himself, you take matters into your own hands– by humping his foot.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, cold!kamukura, slight dom/sub undertones, dubcon, heel humping, desperation, pleading, implied orgasm, reader uses the tip of his shoe to get off, kamukura's mean and unforgiving, small mention of abuse (reader got dr3 despair arc ep 6 mukuro treatment once or twice).

a/n: god you gave me a sense to write more of my kamukoma fic cuz of this, i absolutely adore writing the complexities of kamukura. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“But, Kamukura…” You tried, the ache between your legs pulsing up your spine and you nearly fell to your knees as he denied you…again.

“I said no.”

You grabbed a hold of his leg as he walked up the stairs, his long hair cascading down his back as he turned to look at you. His targeted red eyes bore into the back of your skull, you thought as you gave him a pout. “Please, Izu– I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Y/N.” He was as stoic as ever, not an ounce of remorse seeping through his demeanor as he looked at you, your thighs clasped together as you tried to stop him from going up the stairs. Instead, he dragged you by his ankle up them and into the room. You didn’t dare let go of his leg as he sat down in the plush red chair that sat near the edge of the window curtain.

“Please fuck me… I’ll do you right, I swear.” You whined out as he crossed his one leg over the other and you couldn’t help but sit on the one that was level to the floor. You knew if he wanted, he could pin you down in an instant, away from him but for some reason he didn’t so much as lift a finger. He ignored you though and you couldn’t help yourself any longer– you needed him, you needed your Ultimate Hope.

You slid your panties over to the side and pressed your bare cunt to the cold material of his shoe, your senses tingling with ecstasy and a twinge of guilt. It hovered up your spine and you started to grind against it, the tip of his shoe digging into the swell of your clit and you muffled a moan with the back of your hand as slick trailed down the black shine of it. You hoped he didn’t notice, but why would you even think that? Of course, he noticed; the man was nearly a deity in your eyes and in the world of tragic despair– also he could feel your hips rocking against his person, you weren’t very subtle.

“Getting off on my shoe? How pathetic.” Kamukura said, a slight tease evading his tone but it was mostly snuffed by sheer irritation– honestly you couldn’t tell as you shoved his shoe harder against your cunt with a whimper, trying hard not to touch him besides his foot. Your arms stretched back to accommodate your balance and you thrusted up against his shoe as it came up further, the entire underside of it plastered against your heat now. You peered up at him and he had his arms crossed, with a lean to one side as you pleasured yourself against the heel of his foot.

His foot covered you whole and all you wanted to do was grab at his ankle and push further into the delicious pleasure that snaked through your veins, but you knew he wouldn’t let you touch him again– not when you’ve already disobeyed him on the staircase. He wasn’t that lenient usually, you’ve gotten thrown against the wall a few times due to your incompetence and it made you quiver against him, the power– his power that he held within his hands ready to dismiss you anytime he wished. Your orgasm approached as you felt a slight pressure from his leg and your eyes snapped open quickly, not even realizing you had slipped them shut.

Was he actually enjoying this…? You glanced up at him with clouded eyes, every nerve bundling up into your orgasm and threatening to burst as his slack eyes stared back at you with usual boredom.

“K-Kamukura…please.”

“Go ahead, do what you want.”

#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ #𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾#danganronpa smut #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa izuru #izuru kamukura #izuru kamukura smut #sdr2 kamukura #izuru kamukura x reader #izuru kamukura x you #izuru kamukura x y/n #fem reader #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

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blossomxlush · 1 year

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its 3am and I can't sleep SO YA KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

no you don't

general relationship head cannons with izuru kamakura

I'm feeding all the starving izuru simps out there

Okay I just wanna say this out of random (because I'm cold rn)

Cuddles with izuru on cold nights..

💳💥💳💥

this man gives top tier cuddles once he knows how to

if the ultimate cuddler wasn't already a thing he made it one can't change my mind

all in all nights whether there cold or not are lovely

his number 1 priority when it's night is making sure your comfortable making sure you have enough pillows and blankets

his hair is honestly like a blanket itself

Oh and if you can't sleep..

he would definitely leave to grab some things

and he comes back with most likely a book and some tea

tea to help calm you down

and as for the book he would cuddle you and read to you

(I'm melting writing this rn aaaa)

And mornings are also lovelier

he would either stay in bed with you or get up to make breakfast

but I feel like he would most of the time cuddle you until you woke up

and then make breakfast

(I could explain why I'm thinking this but I'm to tired rn)

can we talk about how his cooking would actually be bomb af

(of course it is he is an ultimate cook)

I personally feel like if your a person who always does small hobbies like crochet, or drawing

he might get a lil jealous on how you can do something that takes so much patience without getting bored..

Am I the only one who thinks this 🤡?

I'm not saying he is overprotective but I'm not saying he isn't either

but trust me your safety is also his number one priority

whether it's physical or mental

he would 100% use most of his useful talents to help you

struggling with emotions ultimate therapist comes into play

sick? ultimate doctor is here

In danger? got an ultimate body guard by your side

I also feel like izuru would also always be by your side

even if you can't see him or don't notice him he is there

he's just lookin out for you

wouldn't say he is a yandere

... but he does give of yandere vibes but non toxic

just like maybe.. anything that poses a threat to you or your relationship with him shall be slaughtered

This man is the ultimate boyfriend

maybe even the ultimate husband?

I'm so going to make a NSFW version of this but my brain can't comprehend that rn so I will tmr -

Stay spooky - modhiyoko

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #izuru x reader #animecore

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uvuyai · 1 year

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Various waking up from a wet dream of their crush

Characters: Yasuhiro, Mondo, Izuru, Nagito, Rantaro, Kaito

Tw: Cumming in pants, gn reader non despair au, picked from wheel generator

Genre : smut go brrr

Yasuhiro

After Hiro came in his boxers I think he sleeps in boxers he couldn't believe if what he was doing to you was certainly true

Hiro probably knows much about sex but he didn't know it would be that much pleasure

Just by him putting his member inside of your sex they clenched around his member which sent lewd sounds out both of your mouths

He woke up like he was in a nightmare but with pleasure

He tugged and his boxers waistband just to see a sperm of release running down his upper thigh

He would tell nobody but only the people he trust

If you were in a relationship he would tell you but he would confuse you more

"D-dont worry about me y/n I'm fine, just some trouble just m-morning."

Mondo

If you ever had sex with this man you would definitely pass out Mondo had a crush on you for quite a while now

He wouldn't have sex with you unless you give him consent consent is sooo hawt 😍

Mondo would definitely break you but still be pleased

This is one of the few times Mondo actually got terrified

I don't think Mondo would actually be a virgin

Mondo would keep it a secret and eventually tell taka

"I'm all good y/n, just interfering with other gangs.."

Izuru

Izuru always had a fluttery when around you

And he never knew he would cum in his pants like a teenager

Izuru would be shocked for once

All he could remember was you moaning his name and begging while he was pounding you with his member deep inside the mattress

He would tell Hajime so he could understand but would tell you an other way which leaves you to Google what he said

He would have a fait blush for the rest of his day or years till you get together

"I'm really fine y/n, just feeling a little hot.."

Nagito

Nagito got more annoyed than he was in Danganronpa 2.5

He wanted to experience it more due to his "luck"

Nagito being inside of you felt heavenly

More than he can imagine is you clenching around him leaving him more needy

"..I'm all good y/n, just my luck interfering with my mornings.."

Rantaro

Rantaro would be calmer than the rest

He most likely should know what sex his since he has 12 sisters and his dad is a hoe

Would be able to keep it a secret even if you two are together

" I'm all good y/n, I promise.."

Kaito

Be would be more and more terrified he would avoid you by making excuses

He wouldn't want to do that till he was married

But it drove him more mad every time you greeted him

"o-oh look at t-the time, i-i must go! S-See you later y/n.."

A/N: Im still mad

#danganronpa #izuru kamukura x reader #sdr2 izuru #nagito komeada x reader #kamukura x reader #izuru kamakura x reader #kamukura izuru x reader #danganronpa rantaro #rantaro smut #kaito momota #mondo owada #yasuhiro x reader #nagito komaeda #danganronpa nagito #x reader smut

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celamoon · 1 year

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Nagito Komaeda, Kokichi Ouma, Izuru Kamakura, and Shuichi Saihara (seperate, if you don't do multiple characters only one of them is fine) with a s/o that glitches like Vanellope from Wreck-It Ralph (reader would be the Ultimate Race Car Driver)

Hey Love! I don't usually write for V3 characters since it's been an eternity since I've interacted with any V3 content so I'm gonna skip on Shuichi and Ouma! Other than that, enjoy! (Also, for anyone else who wants to read the same prompt but written by others: fropuu ; vrisrezis : fanaticfanficwriter)

Warnings: None

I think Komaeda would be relatively confused upon first meeting you bc I don't think humans are supposed to glitch. like that.

then you explain that it's a race car thing and he watches you glitch

so he ends up assuming that you're just too fast for the human eye so you look like you're glitching

He finds it amusing when you glitch from embarrassment

He teases you about it every now and then

You bite him in retaliation sometimes

The glitching is really cool and Komaeda's grateful you're able to glitch away from any bad luck things (a pot was abt to land on your head once n you glitched next to him)

Komaeda just considers it a part of your talent and learns to accept it a while after dating

My sweet sweet emotionless bastard (affectionate)

Has no surprise, no reaction, completely chill about the whole thing

You glitch in front of him the first time and he just tells you "I knew that" and you're stuck there completely confused

I feel like Kamukura would be able to find some way to stop you from glitching but you don't really bring it up

When the two of you start dating and you start glitching whenever you're embarrassed he pokes at it

He feels no emotion but he has urges. Urges to make fun of you (affectionately) over how you glitch every time you get embarassed

he starts embarrassing you purely for your reaction after that

once you catch on he plays dumb and has nooo idea what you're talking about

Overall the glitching doesn't really affect the relationship in any way other than Kamukura making fun of you for it

(He made you race him once and you only ended up winning bc you glitched out of sight and he froze for a second)

#komaeda x reader #kamukura x reader #nagito x reader #izuru x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #danganronpa x reader

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blues824 · 5 months

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Imagen izuru Kamukura dating the mitsuri kanroji.

💞He is the obanai to your mitsuri (he is more obanai and giyuu combined.)

🍡Imagen the contrast between them a person who constantly shows emotions and loves everyone dispite their flaws and has her own flaws with a guy who doesn't feel emotions gets easily bored and doesn't have any flaws.

💞Imagen her braiding izuru his hair like her and him letting her and him doing her hair in return.

🍡Imagen his reaction to her hair being pink and green because of her love for sakura mochi and learning that she had to eat 180 sakura mochi for 8 months staigt of it to acedently happen.

💞Or het mussels mass being 8 times denser than everyone even surpassing him and her being able to beat 3 sumu wrestler in a food competition.

🍡I know he whoud be able to be as flexible and as tallend with a sword like the mitsuri mc or even stronger but she doesn't mind she always wanted a strong and intelligent husband.

💞Her being a cat person and always doing adorable things and izuru is just starting their watching over her imagine her making a flower crown for him and him just walking around with it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANGEL!!!

Izuru Kamukura

When I say that this man fits your type perfectly, I mean it. You were invited to Hope’s Peak as the Ultimate Swordswoman, which made sense. The only thing was that you were well-versed in every weapon, and your signature was a pair of whips instead of a sword. However, Izuru could wield them just as well, if not better.

Now, you were his perfect opposite. You were very sensitive to your emotions, being way more in-touch with them than he was. You don’t get bored too easily, and you are rather happy and joyful despite being shy. He, on the other hand, was not a fan of emotions, as they tended to get messy. He tended to think about the negatives, being a cup-is-half-empty kind of person. He was not shy, nor was he soft-spoken… he was just a lone-wolf.

But, here you were, sitting behind him at lunch and braiding his hair into smaller braids. All of your classmates were purely amazed that Izuru was just allowing you to do it as you talked to him and did his ‘daily affirmations’. Truth be told, your gentle hands felt good in his hair, and he found himself relaxing in your arms. You were the only one who could make him temporarily forget the pain he has gone through to be here, but he’s grateful for it because he has you.

Izuru has what one would call a ‘sleeper build’. His muscles won’t show unless he flexes them. Your muscles work pretty much the same way, but you often use yours more. He makes it known that he doesn’t care that your muscle mass surpasses his and that the concept of femininity has been frayed since the beginning. This came up when he saw you refusing food for the nth time. Afterwards, he gave you a box of sakura mochi, and his heart melted at seeing you so happy.

You totally call him ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’, and again, everyone is questioning how you are still alive. In your mind, though, you were already married. Despite there being a certain absence on your finger, you have already pictured up an image of you and Izuru growing old with each other (think Ellie and Carl from Up).

For your pink hair, he kind of guessed that it was because of the pigment in the sakura mochi you loved so much. But he didn’t really care. You were eating something you liked, and that’s all that mattered. Plus, your hair was a pretty pink color that allowed Izuru to distinguish you in a crowd, which he definitely liked. You stood out like a pink highlighter, and that’s actually Izuru’s contact name for you in his phone. Don’t be offended, it’s affectionate.

Once, you came to school with a flower crown in hand. It had all sorts of daisies and dandelions, and you placed it on your boyfriend’s head. You then placed a kiss on his cheek before heading off to drop your stuff off at your locker. Throughout the day, Izuru could be seen wearing the flower crown, as he didn’t bother to take it off. Plus, he didn’t want to make you sad by taking it off, so it stayed on.

#danganronpa izuru #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru

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the-platonic-charms · 2 years

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so because requests are open(when i send this) here one how about nagito and izuru with a s/o who loves playing with there hair???

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

This request has been in our drafts for a while, so why not finish it. Mod Kaito did Nagito’s part.

• I think it’s pretty obvious that Nagito has very fluffy hair-

• He sometimes wonders why someone like you would like to play with a scumbag’s hair. But it brings him so much hope

• “ Y/N darling, why are you enjoying playing with some pile of trash’s hair?”

• He loves it when you style his hair, but especially loves it when you put it up in a ponytail

• He doesn’t mind you showing off to everybody that you styled his hair but it gets kind of embarrassing, as he thinks that he doesn’t deserve any of this

• “ How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in the first place?”

╰───-> Warning: I have no experience writing for Izuru, so this may be ooc and bad. Also, I got some ideas from Mod Miu.

─◇ Izuru doesn’t mind when you play with his hair. In fact, he likes it.

─◇ I can imagine his hair being very smooth and barely any tangles. So it’s very relaxing running your fingers through his hair.

─◇ Doesn’t mind when you style, brush it, or even run your fingers through his hair. If it makes you happy, then he doesn’t mind.

─◇ Izuru will let you put accessories on his hair, but that’s only in private. Unless if you’re going to alem event, then he’ll let you style his hair.

─◇ Prefers if you play his hair in private. But if you want to play with it in public, he isn’t stopping you.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #drv2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa nagito #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru kamukura x reader #nagito x reader #mod kaito #mod kaito 💜#KAMUKURA KAMUKURA YAS QUEEN #mod rantaro 💜#mod rantaro

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fanaticfanficwriter · 1 year

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Kokichi Ouma, Shuichi Saihara, Nagito Komaeda, and Izuru Kamakura (seperate) headcanons with a S/O that glitches like Vanellope from Wreck-It-Ralph? Extra points if the reader is the Ultimate Race Car Driver.

My first request! I’ll try my best here as I’m not confident in my writing skills. Some vague mentions of people being hurt, especially in Nagito’s part.

Kokichi Ouma:

He has decided to nickname you, “Speed Racer”, so have fun with that.

He will go to your races and cheer for you from the stands no matter what, even if he is banned from the venue.

As he was watching a rather intense race, his eyes grew in shock when you and your car had managed to glitch and teleport a few feet to the left.

Kokichi wasn’t the only one shocked of course, all the drivers were, resulting in an accident that ended with several in the hospital. You managed to leave physically unscathed, but mentally, you were rather shooken up. The race had to be canceled.

While the other racers were sent to the hospital with regular doctors, you were immediately rushed back to your school for the Ultimate Doctor and Ultimate Nurse to look at you.

It became widespread news and you had to postpone your racing due to it. Kokichi tried to stay by your side as much as he could.

Eventually you learned how to control it and could now continue racing as long as you promised to not use it while racing.

You now used your glitching ability to scare people and grab stuff out of your reach.

You have used it to steal Kokichi’s scarf and the ensuing chase to get back said scarf. Kokichi gets startled every time you do it though, but when chasing you for his scarf back, it makes the game more fun.

Shuichi Saihara:

He tries to come to as many of your races as possible, but sometimes he can’t due to a case. When this happens, he will take you on a date instead.

Shuichi wasn’t there at the time of your first glitch, rather he was busy with a Missing Person case and received a call after you had been handed over to the Ultimate Nurse and Ultimate Doctor.

Shuichi’s schedule would become very busy after that day. He had to juggle visiting you, his job, and finding out more about your glitching to hopefully cure it.

It appears that even the Ultimate Detective couldn’t solve this one, but he managed to help you figure out how to control it at least.

With newfound control of your glitching, you used it to help Shuichi in a few ways. You’d hand him anything he forgot and would use it to scare off anyone who dared bully him. You’d often scare Shuichi by accident as well… The poor guy’s gonna have a heart attack one of these days, I swear…

Nagito Komaeda:

Nagito, while worried about how his luck will affect your races, goes to every one of them hesitantly because you seemed sad when he’d say why he didn’t want to come.

When you asked him to come, you had such a hopeful tone that after a rant about hope, he couldn’t bare to take away such hope.

Nagito’s luck seemed to be in a downswing the day of your first glitch. He ended up losing his ticket right as he was at the ticket counter. The ticket person had recognized him as your boyfriend from your social media posts and let him in without a ticket though.

He decided he’d order some food and got some drumsticks. He bit into one to find out the chicken was raw. He bit into another to find out the inside of it was burnt to a crisp. He bit into yet another one and accidentally swallowed part of the bone; a bystander had to give him the Heimlich maneuver.

At that point Nagito figured maybe a nice drink of water would help soothe his throat and the water pipe that connected to the water fountain bursted right as he was about to take a drink, drenching him in water. Some workers tried to offer him some napkins to dry himself off with but he insisted that trash like him doesn’t deserve napkins to dry off and instead opted to go to his seat while soaking wet.

He watched your race with great interest, amazed by your talent. Then you glitched a few feet to the right, causing the cars behind you to crash as you pulled your race car to a screeching halt. Several people were hospitalized including Nagito, who had managed to get hit in the face with some debris from the crash.

You sat in your doctor’s room worried about Nagito when you heard the news. After the Ultimate Doctor couldn’t figure out the cause and deemed you safe and healthy, you immediately visited Nagito the first chance you got. Nagito blamed your glitching on his luck and suggested you both break up. You refused to do such a thing, you LOVED him and would NEVER do that to him! Especially since he was currently recovering in a hospital bed from a skin graft he just received!

As soon as Nagito was allowed out of the hospital, you both started trying to figure out how the glitching happened and why. You both never did figure that out, but you could control it now.

You used your powers for good, mainly for giving your boyfriend surprise hugs and kisses to cheer him up. None of these things scared him somehow.

Izuru Kamukura:

Izuru had only become interested in you after your first glitch happened. He had appeared in your hospital bed on the first night of your stay and scared the everloving crap out of you. I mean who wouldn’t? He was surprised for a second too, it appeared your drugged up state made you spot him easily.

Izuru would visit you every night at the hospital, for you had intrigued him somehow.

He quickly figured out how and why you were glitching, he even knew how to cure it. Yet he himself wondered why he kept coming back night after night.

He came to the realization that he had a crush on you. You both would end up dating not too long after because of how much talent Izuru has under his belt. He could get into a relationship with ANYONE he wanted to.

You figure out how to control your glitching with very little help from Izuru, but it took SO long!

You try to use your glitching to surprise Izuru, but it never works. He's flattered.

#kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komeada x reader #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader

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idyllcy · 1 year

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serendipity

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: nsfw

Summary: Kamukura cries for the first time in years.

Kamukura Izuru doesn't know how to love. Sure, he's the crown prince of a nation his older brother refuses to rule and the child of a loving family, but he doubts the reincarnation of a literal god could understand how to love someone. Love is too hard. People do too many outrageous things in the name of love. He doesn't understand why love is such a big deal. Well, he supposes it's necessary for people to love you if you're going to be sitting on a throne. So, he keeps up his formalities, entertaining people he knows he has to and leaving people who don't matter be.

His parents worry about how little he eats sometimes. His brother was getting married after the announcement of his engagement with the empire's crown regent, and he was only next. They were but a kingdom. In practice, he should have married the regent in order to strengthen his claim to the throne, but he supposes his brother was the one who the regent fell for. He doesn't know. All he knows is that the nobles behind his brother are pushing further for his claim to the throne despite Kamukura's upcoming coronation. His mother was stepping down, but they were still waiting for him to marry. The aristocrats are watching his every step, and he thinks they won't touch him.

Until he has blood dripping out of his mouth after biting into a steak.

The queen and king yell for a doctor at the sight of their youngest, and Kamukura collects the blood on the napkin in his lap, wiping it away as if it were nothing. Yet, the royal doctor is called in to check his pulse and health. He finds no need for it. His parents react as if he's going to die each time he takes a bite of poison.

"Mother," He coughs, trying to lodge the rest of the poison from his throat. "It is simply a small dose of arsenic. I will not die from it."

"What if it affects the rest of your body?" The queen only sighs in relief as the doctor tells her he's fine. "Fetch that child from the slums who's a witch for poisons. I shall have them test poisons for the crown prince."

The servants mumble under their breaths at the title. Crown prince. Kamukura had officially been referred to as the crown prince as soon as the first prince didn't return with them from the expedition into the empire. Kamukura sits back up as the servants bring out a new steak, and the queen stares down the servant who tries it. They take a bite, and once they do not react, Kamukura starts eating. He has no appetite, but he finishes it since he caused such a hassle. A poison taster is pointless.

Yet, as the young one introduces themselves, Kamukura tilts his head once they ask if there had been poison recently. "It smells of arsenic." They shrugged, and the queen had taken a liking to them immediately. Apparently, they ran a network of poisons in upper society. By having them on his side, it would put things at peace to some extent. "There is no poison I do not know." before presenting the royal family with a belladonna flower.

"And your name?"

"Belladonna, crown prince," You smiled.

Kamukura has you try the food at first. He doesn't trust your utensils per the request of the queen, so he cuts the food and feeds you a piece by hand, not bothering to stare at you as you chew the food and smell it. It's safer these days. The queen credits it to you since the aristocratic faction had settled down ever since their main poison supplier had been cut off. You smile and wave it off, but Kamukura notices the way you still study poisons in the room provided to you. You never stopped. All you had done was continue to develop your poisons. You make much more than what they pay you, so he can only assume you're still selling poisons.

"Belladonna." Kamukura stares at you, pointing the fork at you. "Stop selling poisons."

"It is my livelihood, your majesty," You pull the steak from his fork and chew on it. Licking your lips, you don't answer his request. "It's safe to eat, your majesty."

"It's an order." Kamukura stares at you. "Stop selling poisons."

"I must be compensated some way, your majesty. You don't pay half as much as my old job does."

"We provide for housing and provide you with a salary. What else must you want?"

You stare at him, smiling. "Time will tell. I do not plan on staying here forever."

"Why?"

"I am a commoner, your majesty." You stare at him. He knows why you can't stay. He wonders why he asks. "It is unfitting for me to stay close by to you."

Kamukura sighs, cutting into the steak.

"Darling," the queen is next. Kamukura glances at the queen as she places a tray of tarts on his desk. "How is the witch?"

"They are fine." Kamukura reaches for the tart, pausing. "Call for Belladonna."

The queen is surprised once you open the bookcase leading to his study from yours.

"What?" You mumble, already in a chemise instead of the morning outfit.

"Test." He hands you a tart, and you take a bite.

"Safe," You mumble.

Kamukura nods, finishing the rest of the tart. The queen blinks in surprise at the prince's lack of concern for mixing saliva, and she watches as the prince finishes the tarts she brought without further word. You retreat once he waves you off, mumbling about how the tarts tasted good. The queen tilts her head once Kamukura's ears perk at the compliment. Yet, the bookshelf closes behind you, and the queen stares at the prince.

"What was that?"

"My poison-tester. You know I like eating throughout, so I decided it would be best for them to stay close by." Kamukura goes back to the documents, and the queen sighs.

"I heard the witch is still selling poisons."

"Yes." Kamukura sighs. "But it is not to worry. They've been told to provide me with a list of their clients."

The queen laughs. "Is that all? You have such faith."

"They are testing for poison each day," Kamukura pauses. "What is an exchange of such?"

"Monarchs don't-"

"But they are still my people." Kamukura mumbles. "Even the lowest criminal is. You taught me that, mother."

The queen shakes her head. "You must marry soon."

"To anyone?"

"It must be an aristocrat."

Kamukura wonders why he thinks of you before the title of aristocrat.

The servants are ordered around to dig up dirt on you, and Kamukura finds papers upon papers of the report about you. You're an ex-aristocrat. You killed your father. All sorts of strange rumors about the witch pop up in the papers as the spy report it all. He wonders how much of it is true. Yet, as you show up to breakfast with him the next morning, he pays no mind to it. You bite on the egg, and you smell the food.

"It's fine, but it's got traces of arsenic in it. I heard it's going around in the waterways." You cough away from the food.

"Do you need-"

"I'm fine," You pop open a bottle and down the drink. Kamukura stares, hand held up in case you need a doctor, but you're fine. He pauses, staring at his hand. You tilt your head, coughing twice before feeling fine. "Please replace the king's food and cook it with coconut water instead."

"But, Belladonna." The butler tries to explain. "The coconuts are washed with the same water."

"You can't serve the crown prince nothing." You shrug.

"I'll eat it," Kamukura cuts into the egg. "Have an antidote handy."

Kamukura doesn't remember the last time he's finished a meal laced with poison. He had a couple when young, but he wonders why the antidote has no effect on him. The arsenic has no effect on him either. He stares at you for an answer, but you only offer him a shrug. You have not the faintest idea either. Kamukura waves the servants out, and he goes out to the waterway, having you look at the arsenic poison.

"It was poured." You smell the water.

"Seize the palace at once." Kamukura orders. The poisoning incident sends you to overnight fame, the newspapers with your face plastered all over it. You read over it amusedly as you take a bite from Kamukura's fork during lunch. You cough on it, and Kamukura's neck snaps to face you immediately.

"Are-"

"Sorry," You cough. "The food went down the wrong pipe. It's not poisoned."

Kamukura rolls his eyes, going back to his food. You stare at the butler as he places a plate of food before you, and you raise a brow.

"Eat with me from now on." Kamukura orders.

You don't struggle. Good food is good food.

You smile as you finish your plate, and Kamukura has dessert taken out. He makes you take a bite of his tart first before another tart is placed before you. You blink in surprise.

"For me?"

"Eat." Kamukura turns to the side as he eats, and you beam in happiness.

Kamukura has you sit in his room now, and you have nothing to do.

"Read."

"Illiterate." You stare at Kamukura. "I can't read?"

"How are you selling and making potions?"

"All," You point at your brain. "Here."

"Your majesty," A servant calls through the door. "Countess Nanami is here to visit."

You sit up, and you slip through the bookshelf without Kamukura telling you to. You wander through the stone paths until you get to your own room. You're tired. You'll nap until dinner.

You wake when the moon is in the sky, and you wonder why no one had called you for dinner. You turn to ring for a maid, and a young girl rushes in.

"Um, the countess said not to bother you."

You shrug, and you go back to bed at the news. You wake the next morning when the king calls for you, and you head to breakfast with a chemise on. The queen laughs with delight as you show yourself, and Kamukura waves you over, taking off his jacket to cover you.

"You're dressed like a lowlife whore."

"That's what I am, am I not?" You shrug. Kamukura feeds you a piece of his breakfast, and you shrug. "Safe to eat."

Kamukura has your plate served, and you eat alongside the king and queen.

"I'm bringing a snack to my study later, so stick with me."

You wonder sometimes what kind of a relationship you have with the crown prince. The half-eaten macarons are left on the table as his head is between your legs, staring you down as his hand clasps over your mouth to prevent you from making a sound. He draws crashes and crashes of your orgasm out of you, and he only leaves you be once he seems to be content. You wonder if you had unintentionally sold your body while checking for poison in the prince's meals.

Kamukura lifts his face from between your legs, the bottom half of his face drenched.

"Thank you."

You whimper as he pats you dry, and you exhale as he sits back at his desk, continuing on his duties as if he had nothing to do. Maybe you were something to entertain him until he married. You were disposable, now that you thought about it. You get up from the couch, feeling the cum dried cum shift as you move, and you leave to head back to your own room.

Somewhere down the line, you had turned into a toy belonging to the crown prince. You're a placeholder until a crown princess can be selected. You entertain the crown prince day and night, checking his food for poison and such. You wonder if you should just pass away. That way you wouldn't need to see the servants' hatred in their eyes.

The opportunity comes at dinner in the form of sashimi. The pufferfish wasn't cleaned well. You take a bite from Kamukura's fork and sit down. You wait for the effects to settle in. Coughing up blood as once it does, you feel satisfied with yourself. You'd pass with this, you think. You lock eyes with Kamukura as your vision blurs, and your heart drops once he yells for a doctor with panicked eyes. You didn't know the crown prince was capable of such emotion. Well, your fault for it.

You wake up in a week next to a tired crown prince who's moved his desk into your room. You blink first, turning to stare at the prince fallen asleep at your bedside. You then cough, causing the prince to wake at the sound, eyes locking with yours again. He lets out a sound between a moan and a sigh in relief, and he calls for the doctor. You get your pulse checked, and you're put on probation from working until the crown prince lets you.

"Why did you move here?" You turn to look at the prince, soup in your hands.

"When you passed out," Kamukura swallows. "I felt something."

"And?"

"Panic. For the first time, I wasn't certain if you'd be able to survive." Kamukura holds your hand to his forehead, shaking with each move. "I don't want you to pass."

"Huh?"

"I'll let you return to the village if you'd like," Kamukura mumbles. "I'll let you live lavishly and never have to do anything ever again in your life. I just... I just don't want you to get poisoned like that again."

"Your majesty," You sigh. "I have to. I'm your poison taster. I signed my life away when I first decided to move here, even if I was selling poisons still."

"You can't," Kamukura mumbles. "I shall lay you off."

"Your majesty-"

"You can stay next to me," He shakes. "You just... don't scare me as that anymore."

"Your majesty-"

"I'm resistant to poisons yet mother insists on taking you by my side, and now I'm the one enraptured by your presence. Belladonna, please do not kill yourself. I know you believe I wouldn't care as the future king, but I assure you that I would burn the kingdom to the ground if you asked me of it. Please, belladonna."

You sigh.

"Who am I to turn down the crown prince?"

Kamukura goes quiet.

"Of course I would stay, your majesty. A mere servant as myself could not possibly turn you down. Even if I could, I would stay, for where else do I have to go to?"

You notice the prince is staring right at you, and you sigh.

"You have fallen from the sky." You mumble. "And the world lies in your hands, so there is no reason for me to turn you down, even if I am ashamed of my actions and will live as the focus of rumors."

"I will kill them all for you," Kamukura brushes your hair back. "For you, my love."

"Thank you," You mumble. "My prince."

"For you." Kamukura whispers.

#☾.nsfw #kamukura x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #I (also) don't like this fic lol it was too rushed for my liking #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #dr3 x reader #izuru kamukura #☾.fics

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no-m4gic · 1 year

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Damn it Sitaya you do yandere Izzy now? That's it, I'm requesting. Yandere Izuru w/ prompt 26... preferably angst to fluff, but if you're tired you can just do fluff <33

p.s I think you know who I am devil emoji

i hate you so much for making me look for prompt 26 and 25.

also crane beloved, yes, i do yandere izuru. p.s c found this account before you how you like them apples /j

sorry if izuru is ooc, first time writing yandere izuru. THANKS A LOT, CRANE. /s

thank god i made an izuru header before you found me.

don't worry though, i had a lotta fun writing this, i put my writing ass into this.

warning ;; mm lime, mentions of like 'it' as a threat, sorta suggestive lines from izuru, french kissing and a shock collar and izuru feels lust for the first time ever. non-despair AU and izuru is hajime's twin.

prompt 26 ;; Control - “i’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you, got it?” prompt 25 ;; Collar - “don’t you dare take it off, I want everyone to know you’re mine.” prompt list ;; here!

~ mod sitaya

愛毒 // Yandere Izuru x GN S/O

it's only been a few days since you were captured... but it felt like years— decades— centuries— heck, eternities. there wasn't even a damn clock for you to stare at, keep yourself entertained with it. would he be mad for you paying too much attention to an inanimate object? yeah probably, honestly.

was escaping even an option? the thought of it wasn't even a possibility or plan, just a tease and a reminder that you can't even look out a window without your captor getting mad or upset... though he never ever expressed it, you only knew by the atmosphere dropping and his ruby eyes on you.

currently he was away... outside... doing god knows what. this would be the perfect chance to escape for any other yandere, but the windows, doors and yourself are uuh, chained up. however even if you weren't chained up on a bed, izuru would probably find you eventually, no matter where you run to. if you're in the same universe, you're his.

all you could really do was sit and wait for izuru to return. the least he could do was give you some sort of entertainment, jeez. selfish bastard. despite the windows being closed and locked tight, you felt as if the room's temperature started to drop. you curled yourself into a ball and tried not to think about anything, hoping you'd drift away from this reality for awhile... and even better, permanently.

it was only a few minutes before you concluded you couldn't fall asleep in this environment at this temperature in this situation. the only way you'd fall asleep was by taking some sleep pills or melatonin. maybe once izuru came back you could send him away again by asking him to buy some melatonin? that didn't sound bad at all.

you were awoken by a cold gust of wind as well as your hunger. you must've fallen asleep while plotting on how to get izuru to leave you alone for awhile more. you were still so deep in thought, you hadn't even noticed kamukura standing next to the bed with that same cold stare that he'd always given you when you weren't his hostage.

"what! stop staring at me- go look at the wall or something," you tried to sound intimidating, but ended up sounding like yourself, but more weak and pathetic. "s/o i can look at what's mine," he casually stated, setting down a box of takeout on the bed, "i got your favorite takeout, and since you have this sort of "performance anxiety", i'll leave you be to eat alone, i'll come back soon," and with that, he shut the door and locked it.

you mentally screamed at both yourself and at him out of rage. how dare you let him call you his? once you calmed down from your rage, you realized he actually unchained you. wow. you knew he didn't really want to tell you you were free, but you still felt extremely mad at him for not telling you.

due to your stubbornness, you refused to eat, but you also refused to push the food onto the ground... the food didn't deserve that death just because izuru bought and brought it to you. you were just looking at the food, imagining yourself watching akane eat a gourmet meal prepared by teruteru.

by now the food was probably freezing cold. it was also the time for izuru to return, back to torment you. "oh s/o, if you were claiming my predications were wrong and you weren't actually hungry, you could've told me instead of wasting a good meal," he sarcastically said, placing the box onto the bedside.

"what the fuck do you even want from me—? i don't even know you!" you spat, your anger and rage completely distracted you from your hunger and the freezing temperature biting your skin. "i only want you. i don't need or want anything you own." you cringed at that, but you didn't let that show, "

"s/o, i can do anything for you, sing you to sleep, feed you, bathe you, breed you till you can't walk or stand, give you all the affection you'll ever want and need, get you anything you want in the world, all just for you to submit to me," had his eyes gotten more passionate and brighter or was it just you slowly losing your sanity to them? you didn't know anymore. "i just want you to know as well, i’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you, got it?"

you were shocked at that last part, but chose to ignore it. big mistake. "but i don't want any of that—! i just want my freedom— move around and be with whoever i wish— not whate—" you were cut off by kamukura pulling you into a passionate kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth even before you could react, it exploring and dominating your mouth with his saliva.

you tried to push away, meanwhile trying to imagine you were kissing your crush or someone else instead of this psychopath. he broke the kiss rather quickly, a string of saliva still connecting you two. you shook your head violently and wiped it away.

"what the fuck was that?!" you gasped out, tears starting to form your eyes from how dirty and gross you felt. while distracted with that, you abruptly stopped to the feeling of something being slipped onto your neck. a shock collar. to make things worse, that collar has his name on it.

"now don’t you dare take it off, I want everyone to know you’re mine. and i think it suits you, s/o." he turned his back to you, taking one last glance before leaving you stranded in the darkness of your brand new room, only a tad bit of moonlight managing to stream in through the metal shutters of the window.

you curled into a ball and started to cry. everything had happened so quickly, you didn't even know izuru well, you only met him through hajime. how special were you to him? you were just a regular mortal doing what they were made to do.

i know how horny you are crane so i added some uuh french kissing, thanks for making me do this 🙄/s also you chose all of the prompts that are so aggressive and izuru-like i'm impressed. i'm considering on making a part 2 of this...

#danganronpa x reader #yandere danganronpa #yandere danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #yandere izuru x reader #yandere kamukura x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #izuru x reader #dr #dr x reader #yandere dr #crane i hate you #mm #yandere content #i had a lotta fun writing this though

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