Take It.

saimatsu week day 3 not on day 3: reunion

they do be sobbing

aizawa thee pussy eater.. he folds your body like a pretzel with so much ease that it's impossible to not feel lightheaded. he holds your lower body up against his chest while you try to bury your head into the pillows in order to hide the wanton moans that keep ripping out of you.

he's so serious though, determined – his eyes are glued to your face, observing every sharp breath you take and every quiver of your lip because he needs to know that you're feeling good. you're the only thing on his mind at this very moment, you and your pleasure. the way his cock throbs is irrelevant, the way it leaks pre-cum all over his happy trail a mere secondary thought in the back of his head as he eyes the sheen of sweat covering your body and the way your chest keeps rising and falling. he knows you're close, he can feel it.

he won't stop when you cum, though. he'll push you through that, no matter how much you paw at his hands and no matter how much you try to push his head away. this is his stress relief.

i genuinely dont know how to use tumblr

When you just want to stay for a moment and enjoy the view…and then he comes :D

NSFW. Aizawa x reader (reader has breasts and a pussy but no gendered pronouns used for reader). Oral (reader recieving.) Missionary p in v. Established relationship. Just loving on your sleepy man and tiring each other out. Approx 1500 words

Nightcap

It's late and Shouta is exhausted when he gets home. That shouldn't be remarkable; you've often joked together that he's the sleepiest man alive, but this is different. This isn't just high school teacher weariness. It's deeper than bone-deep; the kind of exhaustion caused by constant battle and life or death worry.

"I can't tell you what's going on," he sighs, his gravelly voice soft as he sits on the edge of the bed and brushes your sleep-tousled hair back from your face. "The more you know, the greater the danger I put you in. I won't let that happen."

It worries you. Of course it does. It's clear this is bigger than anything he's faced before. But all you can do is offer him comfort and a place to just be. Not Eraser Head, not Aizawa Sensei. Just Shouta. 

"Come to bed?" you say, tracing the scar on his elbow. "I need to hold you." 

"I- later. I have papers to grade–"

"I'm sure the kids won't mind."

His throat flexes as he looks away, fighting a different kind of battle; the war between his dedication to his students, and his desire to crawl into your arms and let you make him forget his worries for a while.

“Shouta… please?”

“Alright.” His lips slant into a weary half-smile. “Give me a minute to shower and I’ll join you in bed until you fall ah–” He falters as you wrap your arms around his chest and pull him down beside you, throwing your thigh across his and holding him in place. “-sleep. Good tackle.”

“Thanks.”

“Not a good idea though. I stink,” he mutters as you guide his arm around you, nuzzle into him and inhale; that fresh, earthy scent of being outside in the cold, the tang of sweat, and the unmistakable muskiness of Shouta that tickles the primal part of your brain. 

“You smell so good.”

“Weirdo.”

That's about all the protest you get out of him. He closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly, and falls completely silent.

Minutes tick by as you lay in each other's arms, wondering if he dozed off. It's likely. Shouta has always been able to fall asleep instantly, anywhere, and in any position. And you will have to wake him eventually so he can wash up, but for the time being you simply watch him, appreciating his beauty and–

“You're staring at me, aren't you?”

You hide your smile, pressing your face into his chest. “No…”

He peeks, his momentary glance conveying amusement and despair in equal measure. “You're supposed to be going back to sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

He's right, but hell, you've gone to work on less sleep for worse reasons. And he smells so fucking good. “I'm not tired.”

“Not tired, huh?” he hums, the slight taunt in his tone letting you know he fully knows what's up. “Fine. Guess I'd better tire you out.”

Exhaustion be damned, Shouta always has at least a little energy in reserve for fighting or fucking. He sits up, grabbing a hair tie from the nightstand and holds it between his teeth while he pulls his long black hair up into a ponytail. 

Butterflies surge in the pit of your belly at the sight, not just because of the flex of his biceps or that look in his eye that tells you he's going to make damn sure you sleep heavily tonight, but because whenever he pulls his hair up like that, you know exactly what he plans to do. And no sooner is his hair up and out of his face, than his face is between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs while you squirm out of your underwear.

Rough hands slide down your thighs, his palms warm and broad, strong fingers squeezing the fat and muscle and causing your skin to dimple beneath their ravenous touch. 

Every caress you tingle, the warmth of his breath, the hunger in his eyes, the tip of his nose teasing your clit. 

“See,” he says, his voice so low you barely catch it, “you're the one who smells good.”

And then he licks a fat stripe between your pussy lips before slowly, deeply, hungrily making out with your clit. 

The sudden intensity of it leaves you breathless, your hands darting down to grasp at his messily pulled-back hair. He groans, eyes closing, savoring your taste, his tongue hot, wet and so fucking greedy. 

“Fuck, Shouta…There… Don't stop. You're… perfect.”

Any other time he shrugs off praise like the weight of it sits uncomfortably on his shoulders, but not with this. He loves to know he's doing well for you, loves to hear how good he's making you feel. He pauses just for a moment to grin to himself before he flattens his tongue and drags it over your clit. Over and over and over until you buck up against his mouth, demanding more of those deep, hungry kisses he can never deny you.

As he devours you, he can't help but grind his hips against the mattress, deep rumbling moans vibrating through your core and driving you closer to the edge. He licks you relentlessly, insatiably, pressing his thumb into the wet heat of your pussy just so he can feel the way he makes you throb.

And the moment you gasp that you're close, he latches on, licking, sucking, breathing hard and heavy through his nose, unable to tear himself away from your pussy even for air. He isn't satisfied until your essence is coating his throat inside and out. The wet suckling sound of his lips and tongue accompany your cries and shaking breaths, and the unmistakable moans of pleasure that rumble out of him as you cum against his mouth.

He only stops when you tell him, pushing his torso up off the bed and crawling on top of you. In the post-orgasmic haze, the weight and warmth of his body is intoxicating. His hips slot so perfectly between your thighs, his lips coating yours with your slick as he kisses you and grinds his aching cock against you. 

“Keep going?” he asks, a groan vibrating in his throat when you nod. “Mm… Need you so bad.”

His hand slides beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming over your belly to the plush of your breast, lifting his hips for you as you inch down his trousers, taking his boxers down with them. His cock is thick and wet, surrounded by a dense black thatch of hair that thins ever so slightly to trail up over his abdomen and chest. 

It doesn't matter how long you and Shouta have been together, the moment he pushes his cock into you and arches back with a bitten off moan, your fingers are trailing through the hair on his belly, feeling his muscles twitch and shudder beneath your palm. Every damn time. 

The feeling of him inside you makes you breathless, but for him it's heaven. He raises his face to the ceiling, murmuring something incoherent about how wet you are, how good you feel, how much he fucking loves you. His throat leaps as he fights the urge not to cum right then and there. 

You roll your hips for him, trying to drive him over the edge. “Come for me, Shouta. Just let go.”

His jaw clenches as a breathless whisper of a laugh escapes him. It takes him a moment to ground himself before he can rock forward so he's practically laying on top of you. He needs that; the closeness, the intimacy, the reassurance. His lips seek yours, pulling you into a slow and lazy kiss to accompany the languid roll of his hips. 

“Wanna make you feel good first,” he murmurs against your lips between lazy kisses.

“You already did. You always do. I want you to cum.”

“Mm…”

A stray strand of jet black hair falls from his sloppy ponytail, tickling your cheek until you put it back behind his ear. He leans into that gentle touch, stubble rasping against your palm, followed by a quick and desperate kiss. 

He won't last much longer, not tonight. He can hardly keep his eyes open as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your skin. “Sure?”

“Yeah,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and stroking his back as muscles flex beneath your palms. Slowly, deliberately, you undulate beneath him, lazily fucking him from below. 

Shouta's quiet moans are muffled against your shoulder, his hands seeking yours and fingers interlocking when he comes undone. He bares his teeth, gasping your name as his dick pulses inside you. 

Your combined slick leaks onto the mattress beneath your ass, and he'll insist you sleep with him on his side later on. But right now Shouta is completely spent; a dead weight on top of you. If not for the tickle of his breath against your neck or the occasional twitch of his cock as it softens inside you, he'd be totally still. 

“Tired us both out, huh?” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple.

And he simply snores in agreement. 

Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

So, I decided to take a few photos of the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series and compile a few of the findings I thought were funny.

I don't have everything fully translated yet, so there may be a few issues with my findings. If you find any mistakes or have anything to add, please lmk :) I'll also update this if I find things later.

---IMPORTANT NOTE---

All of these drawings are NOT mine. Everything comes from the 4コマ KINGS series published by Spike Chunsoft. I'm simply photographing them and sharing them with others who may not have seen them before (since the series is out of circulation). If there is any issue with my post, please inform me so that I can take appropriate action.

All photos are below the break here :) (Warning, it's long lol) ((And there are a few minor spoilers))

(EDIT: As a side note, I've posted more pictures in an update. Idrk how this site works, so I'm letting people know here so you can find it if you want.)

Fun things that you can learn from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS comics:

Hifumi has written, drawn, or thought of making content relating to Sayaka x Kiyoko, Aoi x Sakura (on two occasions), and Makoto x Byakuya

Toko thinks that… something… happened between Mondo and Kiyotaka in the sauna, wink wink.

Toko wrote some sort of fanfiction in relation to Byakuya, Chihiro and Mondo. Idk what it is, but the title is along the lines of "The Byakuya Family Household Sweep Away a Beautiful Girl". (Pretty sure it's a Mondo x Chihiro fic, but I could be wrong.)

^ pretty sure Toko is a heavy BL fan lol

Aoi's b00bs are so squishy, she can use them to launch herself off things.

Everyone really likes drawing pretty boy Byakuya. Like, he looks fabulous in some of these panels. Here is one of those pictures:

........Okay, fine, this is the right one:

Hifumi has drawn gender swaps of a few of the boys, being Makoto, Byakuya, Leon, Yasuhiro, Kiyotaka, and Mondo.

Leon really wants a harem lol

Kiyoko's secret picture (from the last trial in-game) was of Class 78 hosting a cat maid cafe

Yasuhiro's secret (the motive in Chapter 2) is that he's an idiot.

Mondo, Kiyotaka and Sayaka all get along really well! So do Mondo, Kiyotaka and Chihiro :)

Mondo knows how to sew!

Mondo doesn't wear eyeliner, he just has really long eye lashes.

Mondo's hair is fluffy and bouncy :)

Makoto thinks Mondo's hair looks like a corn chip. Aoi thinks it looks like a chocolate croissant :)

Chihiro once gave Mondo a game about dogs. He loved it lol

Chihiro and Mondo have actually trained together.

^ they actually make a great team :)

(I'm pretty sure that) Kiyotaka was found guilty in a trial relating to black underwear. Unclear if he was executed or not. (This point is subject to change once I fully translate the comic.)

Kiyotaka was brainwashed by the Mono-Rangers (parody on Power Rangers) in a different comic. He became Commander Ishimaru and enforced rules and dress code in a dictator-like fashion. (Full translation is still in the works.) This is what his outfit looked like:

Daiya dies in 4K

Komaru's here :D

Mukuro shows up a lot as herself! She's so cute lol

Kiyoko's kinda socially awkward lol, it's really cute.

Makoto has wanted to see up Kiyoko's skirt on multiple occasions.

Makoto has tried a couple of times to cheer Kiyotaka up. It does not work.

And now, here are some funny out-of-context panels to cap off this post! These were too hilarious not to include, I just couldn't make a bullet point out of them lol.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk :)

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Just two bros sharing advice and a smoke … . thats all!

trying to lie to him was the scariest part of the game