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austajunk · 4 days

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May I request please soudham with 11, 13, 41,(maybe some 47) and anything else you wanted to add in there? 🥺

It always takes, like, a full moon to get me ready to write Soudam. I like the ship, but it's hard for me for some reason. But I hope you like this fun, little fic. ^^

Triggers: Dubious Consent, Pet Play, Praise Kink, Domination/Submission, Exhibition/Public Sex and Corruption/Training.

"W-Wait! Tanaka... I... I don't t-think I can do this!"

"What senseless and cowardly bickering. Do you not understand?" Gundham hissed at him. His hands sank into his pockets, procuring a leather collar and a leash. He continued, driving his boot into Kazuichi's jumpsuit that the mechanic had just shed from his body.

The rough hand of the breeder slammed the wall beside Kazuichi's head.

"In the wild, when you lose, you are to be mounted and bred by the victor!"

"...I...I... what?!"

With his green jumpsuit discarded and kicked away behind the Hotel Mirai, the open, salty breeze of the day assaulted Kazuichi Souda's naked body. He was drowning in the humiliation already, and no one had even seen him aside from his new "master". His lanky body was out in the hot sun, stiffening already and trying to hide his shaft between his legs. It simply did not work.

It was a cool and breezy day, yet his body was hot. Perhaps it was from the constant shaking after he had removed his clothes. Although, if Kazuichi bothered to question it, it was more than likely that he melted underneath Gundham Tanaka's intense, hungry stare. Those eyes scorched him alive.

The dark, throaty chuckle made Kazuichi wince. "Ah, really?" Gundham folded his arms, circling around his slender body from behind the Hotel. "But surely, you must have realized by now the golden rule of nature itself!"

Kazuichi groaned, this time from the words that left the breeder's mouth rather than his awareness of his embarrassment. Did he always have to talk like this? Even when he was in his birthday suit?! But before he could respond, Gundham swept up daringly close to Kazuichi's front, his left hand gliding over the mechanic's throat. Kazuichi froze, his heart running wild. He begged the world, the island, and God themselves to keep anyone from seeing him like this.

Bare-assed with a cock stiffening up so close to Gundham Tanaka...

"I'm s-serious!! I don't care i-if I lost to you," Kazuichi sputtered, feeling weak in his knees. "We can't d-do this! I... I'm pretty sure it's against the-the law or something-!"

Gundham cut him off with a coy snort. "Rules?! Ha! Complete foolishness. As though someone with the power and prestige such as I would be governed by something so on level with a typical mortal!" He lowered at Kazuichi until he flinched back. Then, he softened ever so slightly. His hand slid to Kazuichi's jaw, dipping his thumb in between his lips.

"Ah--?" Flushing, Kazuichi opened his mouth for Gundham's fingers.

"Mhnnn... yes..." The "dark overlord" murmured. His thumb prodded Kazuichi's sharp teeth, even pushing his flesh into it until it threatened to cut him. "Even I had to admit you were an... interesting specimen..." He closed his eyes. Two more fingers slipped inside of his mouth. Gundham narrowed his gaze dangerously at the mechanic. "Suck."

On a terrible instinct, Kazuichi knew what he meant. He swallowed, closed his lips over Gundham's long digits, and obediently started to run his tongue over them. Between his legs, his cock gave a small twitch. The humiliation burrowed deep inside of his core, making him anxious. He wanted something to cover his skin. Some way to hide! Anything!

"That's it," encouraged Gundham in a low growl. "Watch your teeth and suck deeper." Without waiting for his new pet to comply, he slid his fingers further into Kazuichi's mouth, forcing the mechanic to produce a panicked, gagging noise. The sucking became sloppy over his fingers until Gundham released him, thoroughly dissatisfied. "Hmph. This is why I knew I had to train you. A worthless mutt like you is in dire need of correction."

"H-Huh?" With his throat tight from the treatment, Kazuichi coughed and gasped for the sweet air to refill his lungs. What the hell was he talking about? He had seriously challenged him to a fight and beaten him to... to get his hands on the mechanic for this?!

Gundham ignored his pleas. Instead, he urged Kazuichi down to his knees with a light shove. The collar was brought forth and immediately fastened around Kazuichi's neck. "Luckily, you are not in the wild... for you would not last even half a minute if you were." He locked the collar in place and attached the leashed to the ring, jerking him forward. Kazuichi fell over at once, his ass stupidly pointing right in the air.

"Tanaka, please! Wait! I can't do this..." The mechanic whimpered. "N-Not in public. I c-can't l-l-let anyone see me like this--!"

He hardly expected a sigh to follow after, let alone the soft stroke down his back. Kazuichi blinked. A kind hand ruffled his pink locks, brushing his beanie off his head. "Ah...?" He croaked, glancing back up at the breeder.

Instead, Gundham had knelt down beside him, caressing Kazuichi's backside. His hand hovered just over his ass, making Kazuichi fear that it was to strike him for his whining. However, the gentle fingers skimming the underside of his cock told him otherwise. Kazuichi shut his eyes, unable to keep the willing moans that slipped by his lips.

"Tanaka...that feels-"

"That's a good boy," grunted Gundham quietly. He bent close to Kazuichi's ear, his hot breath rising up the mechanic's neck. His cock gave a thicker pulse in Gundham's hands. "There... you're doing well. Good boy...how does it feel?"

"Ah... Ah..." Kazuichi panted. His hips twitched, inching deeper to feel Gundham's warm hands over his shaft. Just a little more... "It feels good...I..." Even the slight praise had the red crawling to his cheeks. Something about the deepness of Gundham's commanding voice lightly complimenting him made him want to curl against the ground for him if it meant hearing those words again.

'Woah... what the fuck is wrong with me?' Kazuichi brain spun in circles. 'I'm in the dirt, letting him stroke my ass! How does it feel so good-?!'

When he opened his eyes, he realized that Gundham was staring at him intently. That smirk never left his face. It only made Kazuichi hotter. He wanted to bury his head between his arms and never look up again.

"You're already drooling so much precum," he said in a serious tone. "Your stamina and drive is something I haven't seen before on my travels... hence, I must have the chance to train you for myself!"

Kazuichi tried to respond, but a tug of the leash had him nearly stumbling back into the dirt. Gundham had risen without much warning and simply yanked the leash to get him to follow. "What-?! We can't just-!" But Gundham tugged him forward without looking back even once.

"Heel."

Such a direct order felt like everything. It was a knife cutting smoothly through the cloud of confusion that flooded Kazuichi's mind. Gundham Tanaka really had him on a leash and on his knees, walking him like a pet out on the soft sand trails of Jabberwock Island. It seemed Kazuichi had melted into disassociating and accepting it was a dream. The warm and cushy sand beneath his hands and knees begged to differ though.

But as Gundham order, he stopped and sat. Whatever it took for this disgraceful parade to be over. His cock was burning to be touched again, but he couldn't even hide it. If he wanted to touch himself, someone could see him. He was out in the open. Exposed. Helpless.

"On your back... that's it..." Gundham eased him calmly onto his backside in the sand and carefully brushed the sand from his stomach. "Good... good... you're advancing surprisingly well..."

"..." Oh God! Why did that make Kazuichi bite his lip to keep himself from panting like a horny dog? His cock pressed against his inner thigh, hardening again for attention under Gundham's gaze.

"You're swelling up in this heat," said Gundham, inspecting him. "But still controlling yourself. I'm almost impressed..."

He patted Kazuichi's chest, letting his hand inch lower and lower. Kazuichi's eyes practically bulged. He was so damn close! He just wanted to be touched!

And when Gundham finally rested his fingers upon the mechanic's cock, Kazuichi barely registered that it was real. "You deserve something of a gift, I think." His thumb pressed the sensitive vein beneath the tip of the shaft, making Kazuichi squeal and cry out. "That's it..."

"Oh my!"

A lovely, lilting voice shattered and dragged Kazuichi back to reality. For just a few seconds, he was content to dip his head back in the sand and let Gundham whisper and stroke him off. He wanted to thrust his hips and feel the rough texture of the breeder's fingers making him paint the earth with hot ropes of his cum. Just as the words to beg Gundham to work him into a lather came to him, he recognized that voice that interrupted them.

"M-M-Miss Sonia?!"

Horrified, Kazuichi tried to sit up but Gundham's right hand kept him pressed to the ground. He could see the green loafers of the princess in the distance, having come to a stop to witness just what he and his new master were up to on the beach.

This wasn't a dream. This wasn't even a nightmare. Drenched in a cold sweat, Kazuichi realized that he was, in fact, being jerked off in front of the girl he had a crush on by his own rival. His entire body flushed. But he was still so very hard...

"Oh, I see..." Sonia said all too quickly. "I am witnessing a true breeder at work! Training his subject! How wonderful!" She cooed and put her arms together, beaming down at Kazuichi. "I must say though... I would have picked a... hm... cuter subject, but everyone deserves a chance to be tamed in the wild."

"Very wise of you indeed," chuckled Gundham, his free hand giving Kazuichi's ass a light squeeze. "And so far, he is doing surprisingly well. He has not yet stopped and begged at my legs to be pleasured. I think that earns him something for his admirable diligence."

Kazuichi's head was spinning. What the hell was all of this? Was he even on planet earth any longer?! It was then that he wondered if these two were simply operating on a level that he could never hope to fathom. And beyond that, he came to the conclusion that he was too fucking horny and needy to care.

"I-I don't care!" He cried out, bucking his hips wildly. His cock jutted into Gundham's palm. "Please touch me! I-Ill die if you don't!!! Ngh!!!"

"Hmmm..." Despite the heat and fervent desperation displayed, Gundham merely groped his pet's cock and thought in silence. Then, he opened his eyes, leaning over his subject:

"Perhaps I will let you come. Perhaps not. A master has no responsibility to give pleasure and release to a creature who is not his own subject."

Kazuichi's eyes widened. His mouth was left agape as the words socked him in the face. "Pl-Please... I just w-want..." On the verge of tears, he trembled and practically humped the air past Gundham's hands.

"Hm? Was that a swear of loyalty? To be my thrall for all of time? It did not sound like one," hissed Gundham back to him.

Underneath the deep, blue skies, Kazuichi wanted to melt away from the sun. But it was too hot to shy away now. He slipped into Gundham's grasp and moved his hips up and down to grind his slick cock into his hand. It felt so good. He could let his humanity slip just to have this sort of pleasure, to feel praised and loved. Even just to have Sonia watch him demean himself was like a cool, lightning bolt drowning his mind in a blissful euphoria.

He almost laughed giddily as he pumped his cock faster. Gundham's hand joined him, taking ahold of him and matching Kazuichi's erratic thrusts with a controlled jerk.

Heavenly minutes passed with Kazuichi writhing around underneath the hot sun, his body making lewd slaps against what flesh Gundham offered him. His new master chided him for being such an animal at his core, but he simply couldn't stop. With an arch of his back, the rush of pressure released into three hot, thick spurts of cum against Gundham's pants.

Gundham snorted as Kazuichi collapsed back into the ground. Sonia gasped, cupping her mouth and trying to get a good eye full of the mess the boys had made. Dripping in a layer of sweat and fleeting pleasure, Kazuichi curled up into the sand, still not quite sure if what was happening was reality or hallucination.

It didn't matter.

He nodded to Gundham, the tears blatant in his eyes and smearing his eyeliner. "I'm a...I'm a..." It was still so hard to say, but...

"I'm your goddamn pet, Tanaka!!"

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #gundham tanaka #kazuichi souda #sonia nevermind #soudam #sondam #sonsoudam #nsft prompts #writing prompts #thanks for the ask!#poor Kaz again lol #my fics

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austajunk · 5 days

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Okay this is kinda a odd one but can you do Makoto x Number One? Maybe Number One discovered Makoto is his homunculus, and decided he wanted to see just how accurate of a clone he is, down to the very last detail... Makoto being a bit emotional since it's his original while Number One is simply cold, observant

Idk, it's always so interesting to see Makoto in a non-dominant position ! As for prompt numbers, let's say... 3, 7 and 19? But I'm not really picky, do whatever feels right.

Anyway, have a nice day and thank you!!!

Wooo, this was a really hard challenge to write mostly because we only have so much to go on for Number One's true nature. I hope you liked my interpretation for how he would be if he knew of Makoto's existence (whether he canonly did or didn't, I do not know).

Triggers: Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Mild Orgasm Control, Mild Nipple Play, and Light Bondage

Fic beneath the cut!

The Unified Government couldn't hide their little secret project of producing Homonculi for long from the WDO. Careful and organized as they were, the detectives of the world managed to infiltrate their plot and gather information before they could even be detected by the top handlers of the project. It wasn't long before a file was on the leader, Number One's, desk, staring him ominously in the face.

Even if the WDO could see this ambitious and reckless project coming from a mile away, there was still no way to stop it from proceeding forward. It expanded and grew beyond their control, giving birth to homonculi produced by the best DNA samples the researchers could get.

Number One placed his hands behind his back, towering over the file and picture of his own face staring back at him from his desk. It was a mirror. An eerie, unnatural mirror. Somehow... somewhere... his DNA had been taken. It was valuable to the world. His mind... his development... everything about it...

It was now possessed by them.

Number One brushed his thumb over the copy of his face from the various files. The being was usually in a tank or strapped down to some sort of operating table. Various shots and angles of his body matched everything Number One could fathom about himself. It left him feeling cold and detached, wondering if he was awake in the real world. What had they created? Would there be more?

He scooped the file up into his arms after gazing at the name bestowed on this new experiment. Makoto. Makoto Kagutsuchi. Perhaps they meant to have him transferred for further testing. Before they would do that, Number One had to confirm a few things. He had to know.

Who was this person who looked like him? What did he feel or know? Did he know of him? The real one? Did ge know that he was just a copy... not even that, but a monstrous imitation created in a cold, glass tube?

Number One wanted to know Makoto Kagutsuchi.

He fastened his dark cloak over his shoulders and tucked the files beneath his arm. The world outside contained nothing but a black, overcast night, covering him as he traveled swiftly to the lab where his copy rested.

It was a mirror.

The being rested on the examination table, strapped down but undisturbed. That round and unassuming face, the pale skin, the platinum hair that was Number One's very real hair color... they all belonged to him but were worn and represented on the body of another being. It wasn't human. Even just approaching Makoto as he slept assured Number One of that.

He stared over the creature. His purple locks of hair clung to his cold cheeks from traveling through the light rain outside. Number One hesitated, letting his hand drift over the creature's face, but he still gave in.

Makoto wasn't dressed. It was clear the lab was in the progress of doing some more work on his body, but they had stopped for the day. Number One ran his cool fingers across the bare flesh of Makoto's flat stomach. The homonculus stirred slightly, his lips parting to release a small breath.

Immediately, Number One withdrew his hand and exhaled, almost alarmed at the slightest sign that Makoto was, indeed, real and alive. Makoto shifted but didn't get far due to his limbs being strapped quite down. Watching him, Number One fought the urge to turn away in a brisk fashion to hide his morbid fascination. He could hear the creature blissfully sigh behind him in his sleep. There was a tightness in Number One's chest, one he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried.

"You're real," he breathed to himself. He returned to glancing down at Makoto and his soft features. Their bodies matched so perfectly. His hand glided down Makoto's waist until he was hovering just over his core. Makoto's flaccid cock hung in between his legs, just inches from Number One's fingers.

"Ah..." A light gasp left Number One's lips. He lowered his gaze at the pretty creature... was it wrong to think of his mirror image as desirable? He was utterly mesmerizing. A breathing, living perfect image.

"It's wrong..." He said under his breath. It was wrong for this person to exist. He existed. Wasn't one of him enough for the world? What could Makoto do for everyone else? Why did he exist? An unavoidable heat rose in the pits of his stomach. He inched closer to Makoto's face, brushing the small strands of blond hair from his cheeks.

Sure enough, those violet eyes softly opened and met his gaze. Those were his eyes.

In Makoto's eyes, Number One could see the homonculus wading through the same horrifying mystery that he was enraptured with. Makoto stared at him, his eyes widening with acknowledgment, fear, and hazy disbelief all at once. Number One paused. Surely... he knew what he was, didn't he?

"You..."

Makoto's mouth moved. That small voice left his lips accompanied by a shudder through his lithe body. Number One wanted to cover his lips, to stifle the same voice they both shared. It confused him, made him feel... lesser and stranger at the same time.

"You're the real one..." Makoto said at last. His eyes gained a glossy sheen, almost on the verge of tears at this revelation. "The one I was made after-"

"..." How hollow Number One felt when he couldn't deny it. He was so perfect. Just utterly a flawless copy of everything. With his own innocent features staring back at him, the ball of flames and fury gripped his chest inside of him and could no longer be ignored. His urges became him, taking control of his mind whilst logic simply melted away.

Number One swept over the Homonculus, held his gaze for a moment to instill a sense of domination, and placed his lips over Makoto's own. He gripped Makoto's shoulders and held him in place, possessively taking what his body demanded of him. He let his tongue freely probe between Makoto's lips, fighting past the creature's feeble resistance. He could feel Makoto's jaw clench, his body close off in an attempt to guard itself from what Number One wanted to take. He ignored the homonculus and kissed him deeper, swabbing his tongue. They fought until Makoto nipped at his tongue, and Number One drew back like a rebuffed animal.

He hadn't meant to be particularly ravenous towards the creature, but staring at him filled him with nothing but the need to take control. To assert some sort of proof that he was Number One! That he was the real one. This burst of emotions wasn't like him at all...

"Why did you do that?" Makoto's uneven voice broke the silence between them. It was a lighter voice than his own, not weighed down by the hundreds of detective cases that Number One had been through. There was something more innocent within his voice, something that seemed so much more playful and carefree. Even when it was scared and confused. "Why are you here?"

His eyes narrowed to the bindings around his wrists and ankles. Patches of redness swelled at the areas where was bound. Undoubtedly, he often busied himself with tugging around when he was being "worked on".

"I... I can't believe it's really you. I always thought that I wanted to see you... that I would feel something a connection," said Makoto. It was like he was searching for the right words to reach someone on the other side of the world from him. The desperation in his face... it pulled Number One closer to him. "I just wanted to know you and see if I could understand why I was born...like this..."

He trailed off wearily as Number One approached him again. The human swept his fingers across Makoto's pale hand, touching briefly upon the red sores and wounds at his wrist.

"I..." Number One hung his head. "I won't be able to give you that. I'm sorry. I'm only here to observe you and understand what you're capable of..."

Makoto stiffened, a shudder breaking through his imprisoned body. "What will you-?"

Number One cut him off by sliding his thumb over one of his bare nipples, earning him a small groan from his specimen. "Do you feel this, hm? Your body and mine... I wonder if we both like the same things..." He busied himself by lowering to Makoto's chest and taking the other nipple between his lips.

A compulsion to stimulate his other self took over his mind's trajectory. He wanted the homonculus to experience pleasure and pain through him: his true self. He swirled his tongue diligently around Makoto's nipples, using his right hand to massage and pluck the other one. His clothed chest smothered Makoto, making sure he knew that he couldn't escape. Rapidly and lightly, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub until Makoto was squealing and twitching. His nipples hardened into sweet, little cherries between Number One's lips and the human made sure to take his time in drawing him out. He kissed his chest, occasionally lingering to appreciate Makoto's warmth or his strangely earthy scent. There was something almost natural and organic about the creature beneath his body.

Dipping back down over and over again to partake in Makoto's body, Number One found he couldn't get enough. He suckled greedily upon his chest until the homonculus winced and cried out for him. He didn't know Number One's name, letting the detective savor his confusion and anxiety like a predator. This creature was untouched and new to the world. Fresh to be introduced to pleasure and watched and studied for it. It was captivating to watch him tremble and react just like he did when he was touched.

And he did.

Makoto whimpered. He bucked and pulled against the bindings, letting them dig deeper into his sore flesh as long as it meant that he could experience more. His body had to react to Number One's movements. Like the mirror that he was, he followed his original self, looking to mimic him. His lips curled into a pleasured sigh, panting out incoherent phrases. Number One couldn't get tired of hearing his own voice moan back to him.

He sank lower, kissing down his stomach until his nose nuzzled against the small patch of blonde pubes on the homonculus. He pressed a small kiss against his waist, watching Makoto curl against the straps binding him to the table.

"Please... I want more," Makoto quickly told him. Desperation and lust etched into his facial features, his gaze led Number One down to the hard cock between his legs.

"I'm sorry," said Number One coldly. His hand traced Makoto's generous length. His cock was a pleasant handful for a brand new creation, but Number One wasn't curious for Makoto's pleasure. "This isn't about you. I only want to know you for myself."

Watching Makoto sour and swallow, he pulled away from his cock. Instead, Number One found the switch in the table to loosen the bindings around Makoto's legs. Gently, he guided Makoto's limbs over his shoulders and unzipped his pants.

"I want to know..." He said in a hot breath, tugging his cock out from his trousers. "What do you feel like on the inside?"

Makoto blinked, a bead of sweat trailing down his chest. "You want to...feel me there? Ah..." His pale cheeks darkened with specs of pink, a knowing quiver of anticipation running through his body. His erection wouldn't fade.

Number One nodded, a light smirk tugging upon his lips. He placed himself at Makoto's tight entrance. The idea to lubricate his other self crossed his mind, but rather... he wanted to make his mark on the homonculus, to enjoy him open and raw. It would be painful for the both of them, and he preferred it that way. The homonculus, on the other hand, trembled no matter what he did. Everything was new to him.

"Don't come until I say so... until you truly feel it," said Number One, brushing Makoto's erection with the side of his palm. He gave his girth a squeeze until his captive let out a small squeal of obedience, and then, he let go.

His cock sized up Makoto's entrance, rubbing himself until he realized how hard and ready Number One was to experience him.

"I...I want it," pleaded Makoto, trying to rise against the bindings. He couldn't. There was no hope for him. But he ached for this beautiful thing called touch. No matter how selfish his original self was in indulging himself, the homonculus was drowning in every new experience after the other. Pain. Pleasure. It was exhilarating. "Please put it inside me...!!!"

Number One obliged. The first two inches slid inside. The wails that came after told him that Makoto was coming close to his first brush with true pain. The sense of loss that he gained from something being taken as Number One split his ass apart.

"Relax," he ordered Makoto. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?" The entire world could crashing in on them in an instant, but Number One found he didn't care. He was so close to knowing... to truly seeing how much this mirror really reflected him.

Makoto winced, his face curling in distress. Number One found that his walls contracted around him, trying to stretch to accommodate his length. "It hurts..." He noted to himself as though Number One wasn't there. "I feel so full, so warm... like something...ngh... is melting within me..."

His vision fuzzed, lowering back to the table. Number One secured his legs on his shoulders and drove into him harder to increase those anxious, needy moans. He wouldn't slow down. He wouldn't give Makoto the option to breathe in between his thrusts. Speeding up, their hips clapped together in an ecstatic meeting, sending the heat to each other mutually until they both grunted with a reckless abandon.

"Fuck..." Number One groaned. If this person was a creature to him, then what was he? He just didn't know anymore. With each slam inside of Makoto, he lost himself more and more. No. He wanted to be lost in this rapture...

When he opened his eyes, Makoto was against the table, writhing with his chest caked in sweat. His cock drooled from a sweet, unhinged orgasm. His first orgasm. On instinct, Makoto melted back in the glow as his cock spurted a healthy rope on his torso as Number One drove inside him to the hilt.

"You c-came...hn..." It wasn't as how Number One had pictured it. He thought he had the control but perhaps Makoto Kagutsuchi was full of surprises.

Still, he had reached his limit as well. Buried balls deep into the homonculus, Number One bucked and expelled his thick line of warm seed in Makoto's ass. He bucked again, wanting to go deeper and deeper to spread more of himself inside this being until he simply couldn't. He groaned, slipping out of Makoto's ass with a soft pop, his cum leaking between his cheeks as he did so.

The sweet haze of his climax had him resting against the homonculus. With his ear placed against Makoto's chest, he could hear each soft beat. He felt his breaths, gentle and evening out ever so slightly. Their warm bodies mingled together like two pieces of a puzzle that fit just so perfectly. Number One wanted to lie on Makoto and watch him as much as he could. He wanted to take in his unassuming features, the quiver of his body whenever he was touched or caressed.

But the world was coming back to him faster now that his release had left him. He glanced down at the thing he had just desecrated, the creation he had wanted to assert himself over. Why... Why had he done this?

Quickly, he threw himself off of Makoto and adjusted his pants and cloak. Makoto tried to raise himself up, but once again, he was held in place by those straps. The cry in his throat almost caught Number One off guard, making him want to stop and look back to him.

"Wait! Don't leave me here! I don't want to be this!" Makoto tried to call out to his other self. His eyes teared up as his fists curled into his palms. "I can't be here forever! I don't want to be just a thing made after you!!"

This time, there was a note of rage in his voice. It was unmistakable to Number One. But he refused to turn back to the captive. No. He was never here. He couldn't listen. Makoto Kagutsuchi existed and he would continue to exist... but he couldn't soil that existence any further...

Homonculi shouldn't be meant for this. These feeling, living, and breathing things shouldn't be meant for some sick, government science experiment.

No matter how much Makoto called for him, Number One refused to turn back to him. What would happen if he did? If he went to Makoto's side and released him out into the world to live his life? Would he have a life? Would the government find him and return him to where he was? Would he be the source of misery for hundreds of thousands of civilians across the world?

Why did Makoto Kagutsuchi exist?

Number One ignored the last shriek Makoto made for him to come back and help him, disappearing through the lab door and back out in the night. His face was contorted through shame and agony, his body still washing away the warmth he had shared with his other self...

"I hope you disappear one day, Makoto... I hope no one ever finds you..."

But that was foolish thinking. Makoto existed. More were to come from this. Number One gritted his teeth as the cold, night air greeted him.

Why did they have to exist?

#mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #number one #kokotsuchi #makoyuma #nsft prompts #thanks for the ask!#mannnnn this felt like writing a fic for Number One from Kids Next Door lol #but also it was very angsty to write #writing prompts

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austajunk · 7 days

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Komahina c4? <3 Also hiiiii!

Hi! Thank you for your request uwu

Still taking requests :)

#so cute #danganronpa #komahina #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #awesome art

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austajunk · 8 days

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14, 19, 41 for soumaeda? Maybe it could take place after the other request I made, and now that Souda's mind is thoroughly broken, Komaeda can train him to be a subby slut so that they can raise the others up together! (Sorry, I hope I'm not l bombarding you lol...no pressure obvs!)

Heyoooo. It's Friday and it's Torment-Souda o clock! Here comes that sequel you asked for where we use up Kazuichi until he can't move! <3 I hope you enjoy!

Triggers: Anal Sex, Non-con, Mind Break, Corruption/Training, and Bondage

Fic beneath the cut.

It had only taken a few days for Kazuichi to adjust to his wrists being buckled behind his back and to having his legs spread.

"Mphmmm..." A line of drool trickled from the mechanics dry lips. How long had he been bound like this?

Nagito often liked to keep him blindfolded. It was a visceral and terrifying experience to shut out the privilege of sight and awareness. Every sweep of Nagito's fingers across his slender chest made Kazuichi shiver and gasp. He had gotten pretty gold as anticipating whenever his captor was close to him. He would tense up and hold his breath. It only took Nagito's touch to make him hard again between his legs.

More and more... Kazuichi would crave it day after day. Was it days or hours? It didn't matter anymore. He was utterly broken in by Nagito's treatment--and worse, he craved it. When his hand hovered over Kazuichi's needy cock, the mechanic would groan and roll his hips so that he could feel Nagito's touch. The tight gag kept him from releasing a blissful splatter of groans and pleads from his lips, but Nagito knew what he wanted. His body was being tailored for him alone, after all.

Behind the blind fold, Kazuichi's eyes rolled upwards in pure, unrestrained bliss. Even the cool air wafting across his naked body felt so divine. Night after night of being coated in sweat and cum made him appreciate the time Nagito devoted into breaking him. It wasn't just the unending sex and the smell of their coupling that burrowed itself into the depths of his mind.... Kazuichi found himself weeping openly when Nagito curled up beside him, happy to bury his head into those fluffy, unkempt locks.

"You're doing so well, Souda-kun!" He could hear Nagito's gleeful voice beside him. A pale, cool hand brushed down his neck as though he were a pet. Kazuichi met his enthusiasm with a soft moan like a mutt getting stroked by his master. One stroke here and there, and Kazuichi found himself craving that pleasurable starburst that every climax shattered through him.

The fingers swept down his bare stomach, brushing into Kazuichi's pubic hair playfully. Kazuichi grunted, shutting his eyes behind the gag. Nagito was getting more into teasing and bullying him. But that was understandable. Kazuichi had made it too easy after all.

"Ah, that's so impressive!" Nagito cooed to him again. "You're amazing, Souda-kun! Your cock is already hard just at my touch!"

He wasn't wrong. The stiffening of his shaft prodded eagerly against Nagito's wrist, awaiting to be taken with his grasp and played with.

Kazuichi Souda was just a toy now. And he wanted more.

After a moment of silence hanging between them, the blindfold was removed, and he was met with those deep, green eyes. The gag went next, and Kazuichi gratefully drew in a sweet breath and rested his jaw.

"...Thank you," he gasped, flushing slightly when he felt Nagito's gaze wash over him. He always smiled so pleasantly at the mechanic, adoration filling his stare. Terrifying enough, Kazuichi felt its sincerity. Nagito wasn't torturing him.

He loved him. Kazuichi never thought he could be loved. He was supposed to be forgotten and rejected, but Nagito wasn't like that. He...loved him...

It made Kazuichi want to tear up every time, but he bit his bottom lip and tried to swallow it back. Instead, Nagito leaned in and kissed him. Like a trance, Kazuichi pulled back and allowed the kiss to deepen until his head was planted back against the bed. Hungrily, they melted their tongues together until the heat continued to grow. The roughness of Kazuichi's tongue massaged Nagito, pleasing him until he shut his eyes to savor his captive. His arms wrapped around the mechanic, pulling him close. He didn't want Kazuichi to get away. No. He needed to know how much he truly relished having him to himself, how Nagito wished they could stay like this forever.

They pulled back. Kazuichi's tongue dangled from his lips, his hunger still getting the best of him. He almost looked ridiculous, and Nagito couldn't help but to feeling bad for how the cameras would continue to capture his helpless expressions. Still, it was beautiful. He cupped his captives cheek, guiding him back to Nagito's gaze.

"I can't wait until everyone sees the work I've been doing with you..." There was a small pause. Only Kazuichi's small huffs could be heard in between as Nagito drank the mechanic in for a moment. His smile slid away, and a more serious glance took its place. "I... I never wanted to be the only one who felt this way. We are blessed and lucky to have this talent... but we can barely do anything but watch as others are lifted up..."

Without looking at him, Nagito sighed. "I guess it's kind of lonely. I just wanted someone who could understand..." His hand wandered to Kazuichi's cheek, his thumb brushing over his lips to clean some dried cum off his face. Kazuichi really was beautiful like this. How could Nagito ever get over how he managed to mold and train another human being like this?

"Do you understand me, Souda-kun?"

Nagito gave Kazuichi an expectant look.

It hurt to speak. After the last few days of having a rubber gag in his mouth, Kazuichi's throat felt so hoarse. But he ignored that feeling and pushed it down. He leaned forward, rubbing his cheek diligently against the crotch of Nagito's pants. His eyes were full and wet, but they held no sorrow or agony. Not like the days before.

Instead, his eyes contained a large volume of hazy lust and adoration. The same spiral of madness Nagito inflicted upon them at the first trial. His sharp teeth caught the fastening of Nagito's pants, eagerly tugging the zipper down.

"C...Can I suck on this..." Kazuichi asked him, glancing upwards. He rubbed his cheek up and down Nagito's cock, using the bare friction to try and draw him out.

"Nghmmm..." Nagito sighed and closed his eyes. It was so simple, but so wonderful. Kazuichi had barely heard his confession. He just wanted to serve, to be a stepping stone.

How... beautiful. Nagito grinned, kneeling to his captive on the bed. He shook his head. "Sorry. Not today, Souda-kun... we still need to focus on you." That whine in Kazuichi's throat was once again ignored as he guided him to lie on his stomach and lift his ass up.

"You're getting looser. That's good," said Nagito brightly. His fingers slid inside Kazuichi's hole, appreciating the way it still pulled him inside his warm, tight depths. "Pretty soon, you'll be able to take someone as endowed as Nidai-kun..."

Kazuichi swallowed. His ass contracted around Nagito's fingers, making him squirm in discomfort. Anal was still a strange and slightly uncomfortable experience. He found the sloppy oral they shared between each other to be easier, but how could he be a good stepping stool if he couldn't take a cock or two up his ass?

He would have to endure it. The sound of Nagito's zipper slid down and he couldn't help but to let his skinny backside quiver in excitement. It hurt, but Nagito was blessed with an endowed cock that could reach all the way inside of him.

"Please..." Kazuichi panted. His arms behind bound behind him had him wriggling on the bed. He couldn't just stay still. Not until Nagito clapped both his hands down upon his ass cheeks and forced a high-pitched cry from his lips. "Fuck!!!"

"It's okay, Souda-kun...you'll take it and you'll like it, I promise!" Nagito assured him.

The burn of his ass seared into Kazuichi's backside. His cock dangled pitifully between his thighs. He knew better than to try and brush his thighs against his aching shaft. No. He was meant to keep his legs spread--as a loving stepping stool should.

No, not a stool. A slave. Oh God, Kazuichi had learned to love it with all his heart.

Nagito spat in his hand, using the wetness to bring himself to a fully erect state. He placed his tip to Kazuichi's tight entrance, his lips parting to release a sweet moan. Cupping Kazuichi's ass, he pressed forward and breached that constricted barrier of Kazuichi's ring. The warm walls of his slave took him inside, but not without some resistance.

"Ah...angh..." Kazuichi wept softly. His fingers burrowed into his palms, digging holes as he tried to bear it and stay up. The pressure stretched him open again, much deeper than the fingers. He felt used and split, heavy with the slick entrance of Nagito's cock inside of him. "I'm so... so full..." How could Nagito be so endowed? Taking him was a feat in itself as praises spilled from his lover.

"That's it, Souda-kun... just a bit more..." When he hit his stride half-way inside of the mechanic, Nagito panted and gripped his ass harder. Then he bucked and continued forward, inch by agonizing inch.

"Ngh!!! FUCK! It's tight--It's so tight!!!" Kazuichi sputtered. Failing, he collapsed onto the bed with only his ass left in the air.

But it wasn't long before the wet slapp of Nagito's front connecting with his ass rang throughout Kazuichi's body. Kazuichi flopped forward, squealing with the pressure flooding his senses.

"Ah..." He twitched over and over, his cock trailing against the bedsheets. It made him hump and buck to Nagito's thrusts, almost like he was fucking a pillow. It was dirty and depraved, and yet he couldn't stop. He wanted more.

"Souda... ngh...you feel so warm around me..." Nagito grunted behind him. He squeezed Kazuichi's ass fondly and retracted back a few inches. Then, he drove into him again. The force drove Kazuichi down again and again. It was so satisfying to see Kazuichi struggle to curve to his strokes, to stay on his legs. Nagito grinned. The mechanic really was such a pathetic tryhard... but that's what was so endearing about him.

With the thick slaps of sex coating the air, Kazuichi was starting to adjust and play to their rhythm, moving his hips to clash together to Nagito's thrusts. The Luckster had his turn to groan, amazed at how fast his lover had learned his pace and adjusted himself. "Ha... you're... you're amazing, Souda-kun... I don't want to stop..." He slammed inside to his hilt, his balls smacking the bottom of Kazuichi’s ass until the mechanic lost his balance again. He kept up an uneven pace, determined to throw Kazuichi off again. Breaking him just felt too satisfying. His ass had him burying deeper to find that perfect place to flood his insides with his cum...

And he did. Nagito let out one last, exhilarating cry and filled Kazuichi's asshole with spurts of hot, white ropes. They plopped forward together, Nagito groaning as his cock planted between the warm, soupy mess that spilled out. It climbed inside of him, pleasure spreading through the corners of his body until his toes curled behind him. He sighed wonderfully and rested down on Kazuichi's back, making sure to pull out as his cock began to soften.

The salt-infused scent of the room told him that his beloved captive had painted the sheets white in front of him.

"It... it feels good..." He heard Kazuichi whimper beneath him. "Please... please don't lend me... to anyone else..." He sniffled again and drove his head into the pillows to cry.

Nagito blinked. "Souda-kun?!"

"I don't want it...I don't want it anymore! I just want to be yours!" He sobbed against the sheets, his entire body trembling. His eyes were black and smeared with the dark liner that had faded from his skin. "I don't want to lift anyone u-up!!" A slight hiccup interrupted his cries, but he kept going. "Let's-Let's s-stay like this f-forever!!"

The smile was lost from Nagito's lips. The last seconds of his orgasm fizzled away, leaving the small sparks of ecstasy left in their wake. His body craved this closeness they had... but his classmates would always deserve it more than he did. He had to serve them.

Kazuichi had to as well.

"Souda-kun..." Nagito climbed forward, using his slender form to blanket the other boy. He sank his hands underneath Kazuichi's waist and drew him closer. "Don't feel so scared. You won't be alone. We'll continue to practice again and again until your body can accommodate everybody..."

Kazuichi sniffled again, shifting to stare at him with those sad, weary eyes. His expression asked Nagito to reaffirm his affection for him. And Nagito would oblige him. Happily.

"You're going to be so amazing, Souda-kun..." His hands spread like ivy across his slick flesh, claiming it as his own for the time-being. "Someone as talented and hard-working as you...can bring Hope to everyone..."

Nagito leaned into Kazuichi's ear, giving it a final, possessive nip. "You're going to be used and loved... by everyone..."

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #nagito komaeda #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda #soumaeda #komasouda #thanks for the ask!#writing prompts #nsft prompts #poor poor Kaz #why do i like doing this to him so much???

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