#nagito komeada x reader

[bubblyqueer000]

can i get headcanons for hajime, nagi, shuichi, and koki with a virgin s/o during their first time? like how the boys would react and kinks and comfort for a nervous s/o thnakss!! -👽anon

Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Shuichi Saihara, Kokichi Ouma x Nervous!Virgin!S/O First Time Headcanons

Protags and Antags!! EEEEEE WE LUB THEM!!

Enjoy!!

TW// Teasing, Degradation, NSFW, Choking, Hairpulling, Spanking

Shuichi Saihara

♡ Super nervous! 

♡ Knowing him, it would probably be his first time too and he’s spooked as hell so if you are too, he understands. 

♡ He starts by awkwardly kissing you because that’s as far as he’s ever gotten with his partner. After a few minutes, he gets the hang of it. 

♡ Lol I’ve said this about Leon before but Shuichi would probably also give great hugs and would be such a good cuddler. NBVGHJNBGVB Grant George’s casting type is cuddly boys LMFAO

♡ Probably very vanilla but he’s open to most things.

♡ I think Shuichi would probably be a switch with a bottomy lean. He just wants to do what makes you happy. 

♡ Shuichi is kind of basic in terms of positions. He only really cares to do missionary but the way that he does it is so loving and gentle. He holds you underneath him and hides his face in your neck. Like hugging with him on top of you so closely.

♡ After a few times together Shuichi really warms up to you and loses most of his anxieties.

♡ He’s a very hesitant top, but he’s willing. Shuichi doesn’t really know what to do as a top so he usually just asks what you want. He’s a service top!! We love him :3

Kokichi Ouma

♡ TEASING LITTLE BASTARD!!!

♡ Whether it’s your first time or your hundredth time, he’s constantly teasing you, physically or otherwise. Mostly about how nervous you are. 

♡ Now and then he would find some way to comfort you, but honestly, it wouldn’t last long. It’s usually something basic like gently stroking your face or a kiss on the forehead, before going right back to teasing you. 

♡ Unlike Shuichi, Kokichi claims that he has a very high body count (COUGH COUGH BULLSHIT) but you don’t know if you believe him. You didn’t believe him at all until he showed you how experienced he was. 

♡ Kokichi looooves to bite. Like choking and spanking are both fine, but above anything else, biting is his favorite. 

♡ He’s a major verse with no preference, but when he is bottoming… Did someone say brat? Despite him being a switch, Kokichi is always in control. 

♡ Kokichi uses toys on his partner a lot. Most commonly vibrators to tease you with but he’s open to most things.

♡ Also very into bondage. He loved the feeling of having control and knowing that he could do anything to you, with consent of course. 

Nagito Komaeda

♡ Overjoyed! Just crippling shock and happiness.

♡ Nagito underestimated how much you care about him. He always figured that he wasn’t good enough for his partner, being the ultimate lucky student amongst so many ultimates. You asking him made him feel so much more secure in your relationship.

♡ Nagi likes praising you while you degrade him. If you’re too nervous to dirty talk though, he teases you for it. Thinking aloud that an ultimate such as yourself should be more than capable of talking down to trash like him. He’s just teasing though and he certainly wouldn’t try to make you feel bad for it.

♡ In most cases though, he thinks it’s cute how nervous you get and he won’t mind making that clear to you. Imagine being so nervous in the middle of it all and having him whisper to you. 

♡ “Would you look at me, my hope?” Your eyes stayed clenched for only a moment, then shyly you glanced up at him. “How… Precious… Why so shy, my princess?” *Cue pussy backflip*

♡ Loves when his hair is pulled!! Especially when he’s giving oral or when he’s about to cum. It just makes it all the more satisfying to him. 

♡ Cuddles and praises you as aftercare always. No matter how many times you’ve done it.

Hajime Hinata

♡ Surprised but happy when you asked. Hajime had certainly thought about it before but was still shocked that you actually wanted to have sex with him, and even more so that a perfect girl like you had never done it before. 

♡ This puts a lot more pressure on him to make it pleasurable for you. It was your first time so he wanted to make it perfect.

♡ Hajime put tons of effort into making sure you were enjoying yourself. Beforehand, he wanted to talk about what you liked and didn’t. The last thing he wanted was to overstep boundaries, but man was he embarrassed to talk about them too. Still, he muscled through it on your behalf!

♡ Hajime seems like the type that would put your enjoyment before his own but he would be lying if he said he didn’t love receiving oral!! He doesn’t mind giving either but he is a man who loves his dick sucked (I’m twelve sorry.)

♡ His favorite positions are 69 and cowgirl. He’s the type who just adores it when you put all of your weight on him. He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. Any position is good to him, but being ridden>

♡ Haji doesn’t strike me as the vocal type but when he does make noise, it’s a lot of grunting and gasping. His voice would grow deep and husky until his voice breaks out into a full-on growl.

♡ Always has his hands somewhere on you. Holding your waist, your hands, squeezing your chest, fingering you. He loves all of it, just touching you is perfect to him.

♡ Love youuu~

[katshours]

Mine, All Mine.

-nagito x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, porn with no plot, absolutely none. sub?? nagito (it isn’t explicitly shown.), unprotected sex, a pinch of self-degrading talk (literally one sentence.), biting, creampie, pet names.

a/n: I just had to get this out there cause I couldn’t stop imagining this LMFAO..I wrote it on a whim so if things are weird, my bad! this is my first post after a decade of not doing anything, so enjoy.

“Say it—Say it, Please.” Nagito whimpered, having a deadly grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft plush skin. His eyes screwed shut as he let out breathy moans whenever he slammed back inside of you. The way your tight walls would suck him back in, it made him shiver in delight. He looked down fro a brief moment to watch how his cock would disappear inside of you. How there was a ring of your cum and his own at the base of his member from previous orgasms. He leaned over you, his head falling in between your shoulder blades.

“I’m— hah.. I—I’m all yours. Only yours.” Your words came out muffled with your face buried in the pillows underneath you but he heard you loud and clear. He picked up the pace, letting out a small laugh as she moved his head to place kisses all over your back and shoulders before he was right in your ear, moaning and whimpering. “That’s right. You only belong to me. Hmmh.. J-Just as much as I am yours.”

You gripped the bedsheets under you, the way his cock would drag against your sensitive spots made your body react wonderfully. Your breathing was getting more shallow, your back arching more and your pussy clenching down on him. “Only I make you feel this good. Someone worthless like me, fucking you to oblivion.” You were about to talk back, scold him for talking lowly about himself but before you did, his nimble fingers had slithered their way in between your legs to rub your clit in harsh circles. You could only cry out, your body jolting.

“Come for me pretty girl, you can do that for me, right? Be a good girl.” Nagito whispered, his voice sending tingles all over your body. He wanted to make you cum first, he always made you a priority. He thinks that he doesn’t even deserve to be with you like this but after much reassurance, he gave in and he started to think why he didn’t do this sooner with you. His thrusts were fast, wanting to reach that sweet release, the one that he could almost taste on the tip of his tongue.

He brought his face closer to yours, kissing you in a sloppy manner. His tongue immediately slithering its way inside your mouth. You eagerly kissed him back and reciprocated the action, drool started to dribble out of the corner of your mouth. The sensation of everything building up made you moan into his mouth and before you knew it, you were crumbling under him. Your body tensing as you kept your lips pressed against his, stifling a moan when waves of pleasure crashed through your body as you orgasmed.

Just by seeing your face contorted by pleasure, Nagito soon followed right after you, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before thick white ropes of cum spurted inside of you. He never really liked to pull out anyway. It would be such a waste. He leaned back and started to rub the sides of your body affectionately as your body twitched. He didn’t pull out just yet, he let you catch your breath before he spoke up with a cheeky grin, looking down at your flushed face. “Let’s go another round? I’m sure an Ultimate like you can handle it.”

[writer-komaru]

₊˚ᜊ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ᜊ˚₊ Devil’s Playmate ✦.˚ ; • . ★⋆’. °࿐࿔

✧Rating: Smut (exhibitionism + tons of dirty talk + face sitting + Fem/Afab!Reader)

✧Characters: Nagito

✧Word Count: 4.3k

✧Summary: It all starts with you accepting an innocent cup of hibiscus tea from your lovely but troublesome servant Nagito, the same kind of tea you’re given every morning. As you continue about your day with him at your side, you begin to feel a bit off. This weird feeling has driven itself under the expanse of your delicate skin, leaving it heated and flustered. But a lady like you had no time to entertain silly urges like lust. Little did you know the faithful servant you always keep by your side is growing more and more concerned for you. Don’t be surprised if he decides to take matters into his own hands to relieve that desire burning oh so painfully between your thighs. As you fall into his carefully laid out trap, you realize just who’s the servant after all.

It all began on a quite unremarkable morning. You rest comfortably upon your plush velvet armchair while reading a book dressed in a faded red cover. You flip through a few of the aged manila pages before snapping the book shut, unamused at the little waiting game you’ve been forced to participate in.

“He’s late,” you remark out loud.

It was ten minutes past the eleventh hour, and he was yet to arrive with your cup of hibiscus tea, with exactly two cubes of sugar. He’s always been quite punctual. “How strange,” You make a note to speak with him about this sudden shift in behavior the moment you next see him. And as if on cue, a very hurried flurry of fuzzy white hair hurls its way into your parlor, gasping heavily.

“My mistress, my deepest apologies for my tardiness-“

“Speaking before being spoken to? Who might be because you’re clearly not my precious lapdog,” you inspect your groomed nails and flick your wrist, as if flinging a dagger right next to his head to put him in his place. He shivers at the silent threat and gets onto his knees.

“I suppose I’ve had worse servants,” she sighs and gently picks up the tempered glass teacup he set down on your side table, “But you still have quite a bit to learn.”

He offers a short nod and keeps his head low. Maybe he’s finally got his head in straight.

“Now speak, explain your attendance,” you motion for him to sit up. He does so and smiles gently at you, as if pleased just to be spoken to.

“A million apologies would not be enough to make up for my lateness, my mistress, I know. I am more than ashamed of myself. The reasoning is I unfortunately misplaced one of the key ingredients for your morning tea and spent a good deal of time retracing my steps,” he recounts.

You spare him a curt glance as you take the first sip of your tea. The flavor is just as fragrant and rich as ever with a tinge of something sweet. Did he add something to your tea without consulting you first?

“And what might this ever so important secret ingredient be?” You raise a curious eyebrow, making him sweat nervously.

“T-there’s no need to worry; it was just a mere drop of honey, my mistress. I noticed your slight distaste for the new blend of tea I’ve been brewing for you so I decided to add some sweetest. The only problem was after unpacking the new bottles yesterday, I happened to misplace them. How unfortunate…” he sighed in regret.

“I think I understand now. I’ll let it slide this time but remember to be more punctual,” you add as you continue helping yourself to your tea and your book. You would have resorted to a harsher punishment if he was anyone else but you understand these little slip ups are all caused by his curse of a luck cycle. No use punishing something out of his control. You wave him off with your foot, too consumed in your own affairs. After kneeling one more time, gently grasping your clothed foot to kiss the top, he rises and exits the room. A small amused grin is hidden behind the crimson cover of your book.

Once your morning tea has run dry, it’s time for the next objective in your long schedule: A brisk walk through the gardens to inspect the landscaper’s work, followed closely by an important meeting with an esteemed author looking to sell their rare collection of discontinued books. Then the annual check in with the servants of the house to make sure everything is in order. After that is a well deserved ride around town on horseback. Lastly, to finish off your day you have a few letters to pen before dusk. Quite a busy day you have ahead of you, but you won’t be doing this alone. As you depart your study, Nagito, your servant from before, appears at your side.

“How are you feeling after your tea break, my mistress?” He inquired with a gentle smile.

“Delightful, as usual,” you nod, not sparing him a glance.

“That’s wonderful to hear, my lady. If there’s anything you’d like to ask of me, please, I’m yours to command,” he urges.

“Nothing I can think of. Won’t you join me on my daily walk out in the gardens?” You offer.

His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “O-Of course, I’d be honored! How lucky am I… to go from a tardy mess to a- oh, forgive my mindless rambles, my mistress,” he chuckles apologetically and shuts his mouth tight. You two make your way out the back of the mansion and enter the lush gardens. Workers can be seen throughout the sprawling green fields preening the hedges, watering flowers, and plucking weeds. Truly a sight behind. You reside yourself strolling through the winding paths of ivy and petals, each one more radiant than the last. As your fingertips trace over the delicate buds, you feel a subtle heat spanning over your cheeks. The sensation is strange but not enough to raise any concern.

“My lady, you’re looking a bit red. May I offer this parasol as shade?” Nagito opens the parasol and holds it above your head, blocking you from the harsh rays of the sun.

“Thank you kindly,” you softly smile at him before continuing your walk. As you examine the flora, the heat of before persists. It starts to make you feel slightly dizzy, but a lady must continue her task no matter the circumstance. Your wandering eyes lock onto your servant. He’s dressed in a loose fitting, rufflely white shirt with tight black slacks, a few silver rings adorn his fingers. They are actually his prized possessions he was gifted by you on his birthday, resulting in a hurricane of thank you’s and tears. He looked rather dashing, even if the outfit was rather simple. D-did you just…? You purse your lips and snap your attention away and back to the matter at hand. A lady of your high class shouldn’t be checking out her servant in such a unbefitting way. What has gotten into you?

“My lady, are you alright? You look a touch bothered by something. Can I be of assistance?” Nagito asks compassionately with an innocent tone.

“It’s nothing, I just feel a bit off today,” you brush off the question and make your way inside with your servant following closely behind.

“A bit off? Could you elaborate a little more, my lady?” He pushes, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner. Your dart around the hallway, noticing a few maids dusting the tables and fixing the curtains. A more secluded space would be best.

As if reading your thought process word for word, he carefully leads you to one of the spare rooms reserved for guests. You gasp as he hooks a finger under your chin to examine your rosy cheeks, the proximity making this unknown heat under your skin flare up.

“Oh my… my lady, you don’t seem well. Did you have a fever? But you haven't shown any other symptoms… oh, I’ve got it! It’s most likely a sunburn from over exposure to the sun? Forgive me for not fetching a parasol sooner, my mistress. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you by alleviating any ailments you might be having. Please, rest on the bed while I gather some medicine for you, my mistress,” he bows before making a quick exit. You humor him by taking a seat at the edge of the neatly tucked bed. The gall he has to give you orders… As you wait patiently for his return, the heat from before spreads under your skin, focusing its assault on the plush region between your thighs. In no way is this some silly sunburn; It felt as though your lower area had been ignited with the fires of lust by Eros himself. Whoever was playing this cruel joke on you clearly doesn’t know who they're messing with.

“I’ve returned, my mistress! I’m sorry to make you wait for so long, I have bad news. The author is already here waiting for you in the meeting room on floor three,” he races to your side and returns to his knees as an apology. How greatly unfortunate… Maybe your servant’s poor luck was contagious.

“Fine then. Let us go; we can’t leave him waiting,” you rise swiftly to your feet and make your way to the stairs. No matter how badly her body craves attention, a true lady must always put aside her own needs to attend to her duties.

“M-my lady, you don’t look well, maybe we should-“ he tries to reach for your hand only for it to be swatted away.

“Someone clearly has problems holding their tongue. Maybe I should rip it out so it won’t give you any problems speaking out of turn again. Would you like that?” You warn with a scathing glower.

“N-no, my lady! I would like to keep my tongue i-if that’s an option,” he chuckles nervously, shuffling behind you.

“Then know your place,” you brush him off and enter the room in front of you where the author is waiting patiently. You take a seat in front of him and cross your legs and Nagito kneels down next to you by your feet. As you and the author are discussing the book series you plan on buying from them, your legs shift around uncomfortably from the aching feeling under your dress. You notice his eyes peeking down at your shifting legs every so often before immediately glancing to the floor. He was always so very caring but now was really not the time for his inappropriate stares. Even the slightest attention to your lower area made the process of hiding it more difficult than it needed to be. When the author turned around to unpack the books in his briefcase, your servant placed a gentle hand on your thigh, looking up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes like he’s pleading for something. If it’s what you think it to be he’d be in for a thorough punishment later.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, mistress…” he whispered to you, his hand stroking down the thigh. You flicked away his wandering hand and focused back on the array of books strewn out on the table. You picked up the first book of the series and began flipping through it. The text was neatly printed, its pages pearly white and free of aging. It was in excellent condition, considering it’s a much older series. As you neared the middle, a strange tickling sensation kept up your thigh from under your fluffy dress. You bite your lip and ignore it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone you’re trying to make a deal with.

“I think I know what’s wrong, my lady… your body is all wound up….” His airy voice drifts out from under the tablecloth, “Don’t worry… a good servant always attends to the needs of his lady~”

Just as you’re about to yank him out from under the table, his delicate fingertips trace the area next to your lacy panties.

“Uh… if everything is alright, miss? You look a bit bewildered,” the author asks.

You clear your throat, “Forgive my rudeness, but there’s an important matter I must attend to this very second. It won’t take long, please wait for my return,” you give a short curtsy to the author and step away from the table, yanking your naughty servant out from under the table and pulling him roughly out of the room. You can only imagine the horror on that poor author's face. After a speedy jaunt to your bedroom, she pushes him onto the bed and curses his name.

“The damned whore, how dare you try something like that not only in front of such a famous author but also without permission. I should have you exiled from the mansion, if not the whole nation for that! What do you have to say for yourself?” You snarl, towering over him with a violent aura.

“My lady, please forgive my inappropriate actions, all I wish to do is to serve you,” he soothes, laying on his back and pulling you closer to him by the hips, “try as you might to hide your needs but you should know you can’t keep a secret from me~”

You try to step back from his menacing words, “what do you mean by that?”

“Would you please allow me the privilege to show you?~” he coos to you after pulling you back and onto his thighs. You groan as your clothes sex accidentally swipes over his sturdy thigh, covering your embarrassed blush with the back of your hand.

“Oh? My lady, if you’re trying to seem like you’re an abstaining, pure soul, forgive me for this, but you’re not doing that great of a job,” he smirks up at you. This devil of a man under you is clearly getting a rise from tempting your body's cravings.

“I told you, it’s nothing, now release me so I can go back t-hnngg~” an uncontrollable moan escapes your lips as he drags your hips up his body, grinding your sex over his stomach and up to his chest. The relief of touch on the throbbing location felt like pure bliss but you knew he was just messing with you. You wouldn’t dare give him the honor of another pleasured groan so you force yourself to look away.

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t have any urges a servant like me could take care of? Not a single ache, bruise, or itch?~ If I’m allowed to gloat just a bit, I’m veerryy good at relieving urges~” He purred softly, pressing your plush thighs against either side of his head, your twitching sex hovering over his panting mouth. His eyes were glazed over with desire like he’s in a trance, his mouth streaming with drool, face covered in a deep blush. He looked like even more of a mess than you did.

“N-no, not in the slightest,” you stammer out.

“Are you sure?~ well, then… I don’t think you’d mind if I… just give this spot down here a check, just in case~” he bites his lip as he pulls your panties to the side, strings of drooling desire clinging to the thin fabric. He audibly moans at the sight, licking his lips.

“Oh my…. My mistress, it seems like I’ve found the source of the problem… your poor sex is crying out for some attention. Did something happen to make you so unbelievably turned on? Does it hurt… my lady?~” he murmurs to you, tracing a finger over your swollen bud. Even though the touch was faint and barely there, it still had your cunt clenching around nothing, an unsightly and almost inhuman amount of slick pooling onto his chin.

“Y-you… if my mind wasn’t so… cloudy, I’d knock some sense into you. B… but… yes, I guess… it does hurt a bit,” you hesitatingly admit, being met with a delighted moan.

“Just as I thought. There’s no need to fret, my mistress. Your servant is here to make all your problems go away…~ All this pussy needs is some good service and you’ll feel better in no time,” he chuckles with a friendly smile, a pure contrast to the sinful looks he was giving your cunt only a few seconds ago.

“You dare speak in such a vulgar way to me?!” You snarl down at him.

“Come on… I know your womanhood is craving something…” he teases, swiping his index finger along your labia.

“M-my ‘womanhood’ has no such cravings. Seize this nonsense of I-I’ll.. ah…” you let out another groan as he rubs over your puckering entrance. You honestly didn’t know if you wanted to yank him by the hair so smash his lewd mouth against your pussy or fling him straight into the dungeon and leave his incubus nature to rot there alone.

“Oh but mistress, you can deny it all you want, but your body only speaks the truth. I can tell how badly it wants my fingers stretching it out… or better yet, why not just let it sit right here on my face. You don’t even have to worry if I can breathe or not~ I won’t complain,” he grins and inches your body closer. It’s taking all your strength to hold your body up and away from the temptation nudged right between your trembling thighs.

“Just a little bit further~ the longer you try to hold yourself back, the longer you’ll be leaving the author waiting. You wouldn’t want him to come looking for you just to see you riding your poor servant's mouth like some sort of prostitute~” he teases, stroking your inner thighs some more. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Against every thought in your mind, you lower yourself fully onto his awaiting tongue.

“Tha-Ahh!~ that’s it~ there you go, mistress~ now just use my mouth in any way you want. Use me as the slutty toy I am, my horny mistress~” his voice cracks from the pure levels of pleasure racing through his body right now, digging his nails into your thighs as your body slowly begins to rock against his mouth. And damn, was he good with his mouth. You’ve never felt anything quite as pleasurable as the feeling of his tongue lapping up the slick pouring from your entrance, teasing the rim before shoving its length inside. His nose perfectly rubs against your sensitive clit, making your whole entire body shake. Your back aches as a needy moan rips from your throat, humping against his tongue like this is your first time experiencing real pleasure. You felt like nothing more than a common whore dressed in the diamonds and gowns of a privileged lady. Nagito had that effect on you.

“Why… aghhh.. how… Hahh Ahh… how am I… this turned on?” You stammer out between broken moans and grunts.

“Just a little trick I have up my sleeve~ or… more like it your tea~ heheh, but there’s need to dwell on it, just focus on using me for your pleasure~ The true role… of a servant~” he babbles to himself as the tip of his tongue nudges your g spot.

A loud moan erupts from your throat, “Hahh- Aghh!! Oh.. oh my… d.. damn you…”

“Oh?~ did my dirty touch hit a sensitive spot? What would happen if I did it again, I wonder?” He smirks up at you before thrusting his wet muscle against the sponges spot inside your walls that had you grasping his hair for dear life.

“Agh… you… damned mutt…” You continue linking together a string of curses and degrading words as you feel a worrisome sensation straining against your cunt. The more his tongue pounds into your sex, the stronger this sensation gets.

“Come on, mistress… just a little bit longer… the release you’ve been longing for for so long is almost ready to burst~” he giggles in delightful anticipation.

“I hate you so much…” she groans, knowing this whole entire problem is definitely his doing. The servant before you, the one slurping up your pussy like it’s his last fucking meal, has always such a tease. Images of all the explicit situations he’s gotten you into before flood your mind as you prepare for your final release. You hated how he tempts you into such lustful acts with knowing damn well his lower position of power in regards to you but every time he found his way in between your legs, it always made you remember the kind of servant he is. He’s not a butler, secretary, assistant, or any only formal word in the book. He was a toy, your toy to use for your pleasure, as he calls it. But it always feels like it’s the other way around. As his hot tongue fucks in and out of your tight pussy, you both can tell how close to the edge you are.

“Please my mistress, please grace my tongue with the delicious taste of your cum~” he begs in garbled words, babbling nonsense like he’s lost his mind; like he’s high off the taste of your sweet nectar.

“Aghhhh.. Hahhh.. ha- ah! O-okay… fine. But just… j-just one. Only once, got it?” You shoot him a glare.

“Yes my lady, only one~ only one, that’s all~ hehe… hahah… ahhahaaa~” his sinister cackles leave you questioning if he really means it. The quivering on your pussy gets stronger and stronger as it threatens to release sprays of steamy cum into the needy expanse of his mouth. His eyes roll back into a beautiful sight of depravity as your cum spills onto his mouth, painting his lips, nose, and entire face in a layer of thick liquid. The sight is downright appalling, enough to make anyone grimace.

You quickly recover from the euphoric blast of an orgasm he just gave you and tries to lift off his tongue, “I think I've had enough of thi- huh?”

Nagito’s face, more specifically his eyes, swirl like two dark pools of inescapable lust, dragging you in. He forces your body firmly on his tongue and continues to eat you out, “My apologies, but I think I’ve missed a spot… just one more orgasm should clear it right up~”

“Oh no, don’t you even thi- Aghh, t-think about it, you better stop or… or… nghhh hah~” your voice trembles with rage as you try to pry your shaking body off his slutty mouth.

“Please my mistress, just one more~ I can’t be a good servant unless I thoroughly relieve every desire your body clings onto. This won’t take long, I promise~” the mischievous expression on his face clearly states otherwise but the dreadfully good drag of his tongue along your cunt, giving your clit a couple playful sucks as if you're throwing any other needs out the window. The only thoughts you’re thinking right now is riding his face until he eventually lets you go.

“There you go… just like that~ use me… use me for your pleasure~ that's all I want, all I could ever want. I exist only to bring you a countless amount of orgasms~ my only use is being your sex toy~ so please, use me however you see fit! Just as long as you keep smothering me with that beautiful, beautiful pussy~” he coos almost like he’s talking to your sex itself. His tongue leaves you lost in the sea of desire, making you feel so good you wouldn’t be surprised if every servant in the mansion could hear your cries of bliss.

“What a naughty mistress… I bet everyone can hear you, clear as day. You like that though, don’t you? I think you do… you like the idea of the people who wait on your every need hearing you cry out another servant’s name… the prim and proper lady they serve turned into a whore all because of my pathetic excuse of a tongue. Maybe… maybe they’re getting horny… you like that thought?” His words and pure filth but you just can’t stop letting them consume you.

“Uhuh.. yes… oh… ohhh god yess~” you tilt her head back and release a moan.

“You like the thought of all your servants unable to control themselves while listening to you moan above me? I wonder what they could be doing… maybe they’re all touching themselves… they know they shouldn’t but they just can’t help it. They're just too horny to control themselves~ Just like you, mistress,” he snickers devilishly. All this arousal, all this teasing was really starting to get to you. Drool and tears made your makeup melt off your face, staining your angelic satin dress. If you weren’t so fucked out you’d totally punish him for a lifetime for everything he’s done: Dirtying your dress, interrupting your meeting with an important person, touching you multiple times without permission, disobeying commands… but you won’t again think of his tongue. His skilled, hot tongue rubbing against every spot in your pussy that had you on the verge of cumming was practically your weakness. He knew this fact all too well.

“Does my mistress have a secret kinky side?~ Could you be just as sinful as me?~ then come on, my lady… let us be consumed in desires together… don’t stop cumming till I suffocate against your pussy… and even then, just keep using my body. Aghh yess… to be used by you… it’s my only desire… I’ll please you… I’ll please you for days if you’d like… so please…. Give me an order~ P-please, oh please my mistress, order me!~” he cries out in desperation, his hips jumping in the air for any slight bit of friction his tight slacks can’t offer him.

“An order… I… aghhh… I order you t-to keep going… and don’t stop t-till… you fulfill your role as… my sex slave,” you finally manage out, greeted with an immediate guttural moan.

“Y-yesss oh gods yess I will, I- Ahh, I will, I will I will! For you I’ll be the best sex slave e-ever~ I’ll please you, I please you, I swear! I’ll make you cum… I’ll make you lose your mind… just watch me… watch me work my magic on your gorgeously horny body…~” he babbles between slurps and moans as his tongue shoves itself deeper into your gooey pussy. In that moment you finally realized the truth. You’re not the true mistress who uses your little slutty toy for your own pleasure, you’re the slutty toy he uses for his own pleasure. But there’s nothing that can be done to change it besides applying more and more weight to his hungry mouth. He chuckled maddenly to himself…

All according to plan~

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(Sorry for that break, I needed a moment’s peace to realize why I’m writing in the first place. I’m back in action so don’t worry! Aaaaaand I’ll immediately go back to hibernation from binge writing this in only a few hours. Stay turned for my next post, love you guys!!~)

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[tsukasalvr]

; 𝙨/𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙮/𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗧𝗛𝗛 & 𝗚𝗗

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗚𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗺, 𝗡𝗮𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗸𝗮

𝗔𝗡: 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗮 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀!!! 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗮𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘀/𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀/𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀

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; ɢᴜɴᴅʜᴀᴍ

Complete opposites!

Compliments you but not without hiding his blushing face with his scarf and stuttering slightly

If you ever need help picking an outfit, he’ll definitely help!

Tries very hard to get exactly your style and sometimes puts in darker themed jewelry like a necklace, bracelet or earrings that are darker themed and matches his style so it feels like you’re his and it also boosts his ego a bit

Will want to wear matching jewelry with you, with him wearing the more pastel colors, that matches your style, while you wear the more darker toned colors

If you ever wear short clothing, he blushes so hard that he’ll look like he’ll pass out right there

He gets used to used to it after a while but blushes if you adjust your clothes near him and he looks down, then he’ll turn bright red

; ɴᴀɢɪᴛᴏ

Is smitten with you and finds you absolutely adorable

Already worships you but now it’s 10x more, he thinks you’re a beautiful goddess or a fallen angel

You’re just so cute in his eyes

If you’re up for matching clothing, he will never disagree—even if it doesn’t exactly look good on him, he’ll do anything to make someone as cute as you happy

“Oh dear, for me? You really don’t need to get this for a scum like me, my love. You want to match? Anything for you.”

Since this man can practically get money from nothing because of his luck, he’s practically loaded and will be willing to spend everything he has for you

College tuition? Who cares about that when he can just spend it on those cute little frilly skirts and hair clips that you want so much!

; ꜱᴀʏᴀᴋᴀ

Well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes!

Why ask to match if you’re already going to accidentally match because of how similar your styles are?

But even so, she will beat you on asking to match first

“Having matching hair clips and socks sounds co cute doesn’t it? I’m totally getting this for us!”

Is so happy to have a partner who has a similar style to her and will definitely borrow some stuff from your closet if she can

“I have nothing to match these shorts! Hmm, I’ll just cheat your closet real super quick for some!”

Your closet is her closet and her closet is your closet

Accidental power couple

[cutekawako]

NAGITO KOMAEDA NSFW HEADCANONS

• Nagito is more into vanilla sex, he does enjoy light bondage sometimes but he’s mostly big on the soft stuff

• LOVES eating your pussy. he will eat you out like he’s starved

• his favorite position is definitely missionary. he likes the idea of being above you and admiring your whole body while he fucks you.

• if you told him sex brings you hope, he’d be on you every damn day and night. whatever brings you hope, makes him happy and brings him hope.

• loves makeout sessions. especially loves when you grind down onto his bulge while making out, thats how to get him in the mood.

• ive seen this elsewhere, but he would chain your wrists with the chain around his belt.

Thats all! i hope you all enjoyed it! lysm!!

[frickingnerd]

yandere nagito komaeda

pairing: nagito komaeda x gn!reader

tags: devoted yandere, fluff, established relationship

nagito is nothing but devoted to you

he loves everything about you, even your flaws and weaknesses

not just that, but he loves all of those things equally

both your strength and weaknesses, your virtues and your flaws make you you! 

and that's reason enough to love all of them, because he loves all of you!

even if you'd hate everything about nagito, he'd still love everything about you

even if you'd hurt him time and time again, he'd still show you his weaknesses and let you hurt him

nagito's life only has as much value as you give it!

you gave his life a meaning, a reason to stay alive and you are the one that gets to take it away from him again

nagito belongs to you! he is nothing without you! he needs you in his life and he'd end it if you weren't in it anymore…

[lxvenderdreamy]

🍀~Good Boy~🍀

🍋Sub! Nagito Komeada x Soft!Dom! Reader🍋

[🍋]

CW:Contains praising kink, handjob, self-degradation (we all know whose that’s coming from, just one time), orgasm denial, first time writing smut on this blog

“O-Oh..~ Y-Y/n..” Nagito said as he panted. He bit his lip as your hand went up and down on his member, he tried to stifle in his moans of pure pleasure as he closed his eyes tightly. He felt felt your thumb teasing his tip. “Mhmm..D-Don’t..tease me, Y/n..” Nagito stammered out.

“Now, who said that you could give such orders, love?” You whispered in his ear. “You wanna be a good boy for me, hm?” You cooed in his ear. Nagito whined at that. He leaned against you, you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

“R-Right…hmph..~!” Nagito panted. “D-Don’t listen—to a filthy..hngh..~ s-slut like me..-A-Ah..~!!” Nagito gasped as you quickened your pace on his cock, your hand gently squeezing it softly. You clicked your tongue as you shook your head. “Now, if your gonna do that then I guess I should just…Oh I don’t know—stop?” You said sweetly. Nagito perked up when you said that, shaking his head. “N-No..! P-Please Y/n..please let me finish..I-I promise i’ll be good!” Nagito whined out. You smirked as you stroked his cock faster. Nagito gasped as he felt your pace get faster, a slight squelching noise came from the fast pace on his cock. He felt himself getting closer, he felt himself about to go into bliss as his orgasm made way.

But it all went down when he felt your hand remove itself. Nagito whimpered at the lost of orgasm, trying to thrust into your hand desperately. “Y-Y/n..? Wh-Why did you..?”

“Do what?” You asked innocently. “Are you belittling how I do things in this form of interaction?” You asked, giving him a side eye, Nagito’s breath hitched. “N-No..n-not at all..p-please allow me to release…please i’ll be good..” Nagito begged, tears prickling into the corners of his eyes. You snickered as you kissed his head. “Awww, my poor boy, you wanna release? You wanna be a good boy for me?” You cooed. Nagito nodded quickly and desperately.

You slowly wrapped your hand around his cock and his breath hitched once more. Quickly, you started back at the same exact pace. Fast. Nagito gasped as he threw his head back as he let out choked moans of pleasure from his throat.

“Y-Y/n..~!! Oh Y/n~!!!” Nagito moans out, feeling his legs shake. He could feel your look of love but also excitement as you watched as he broke. He didn’t mind at all. It turned him on so much to be your cute little plaything.

“Oh—Oh fuck..I-I-I’m gonna..! I’m gonna cum..~!” Nagito moaned out. He felt that pleasure and that knot in his stomach, he felt his mind going into a bliss.

“Come on, love.” You whispered into his ear. Despite him about to cum, he still made room for him to hear you. “Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me.” You cooed out.

As if it was on command, he let out one last moan as he came heavily. White pearl spurts of cum t out of his cock. Some got on your hand as you smirked. Nagito panted, letting out some jolts as you stroked his cock a few more times before pulling away. You kisses him softly. “You did so good for me, Nagito. I’m so proud of you.” You said with a smile. Nagito leaned into the crook of your neck, panting. He felt his heart warm up at your praise.

Maybe his luck isn’t all so bad.

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Female Reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven

Details: Takes place during the killing game, timeline switched around, creative license taken to imply everyone is alive and has known each other for at least a few weeks and has had time to get to know each other. The threat of the killing game is still looming though. It’s also implied that the reader has a crush on the boy in each section however whether or not the boy is oblivious to that fact or feels the same varies.

Word Count: 5K Words

Warnings: SFW - fluff, probably mild angst, possible SDR2 spoilers

Intro:

Everyone needed a distraction. It was getting pretty hard for the group’s self-proclaimed leader, Byakuya, to keep their minds off of the threat of a potential killing game, and he wasn’t the most creative when it came to having fun. Unfortunately for him, having fun was probably the only thing that would help a gaggle of anxious, on-edge teens relax right about now. It’d been weeks without incident since that malicious-looking monochrome bear appeared and told them he expected them to kill each other for sport in order to go home, but nobody seemed to feel safe despite that fact. There was no cold hard evidence to prove this wasn’t some long, elaborate prank or social experiment, and two facts made them believe Monokuma’s words, made them believe they were in danger: first of all, they’d seen those “Monobeasts” blast their innocent, adorable self-proclaimed teacher Usami to pieces, and secondly, nobody from their lives back home had even attempted to contact or rescue them. With each day that passed, they trusted each other less, and the bags under their eyes grew darker. Yes, they needed to have fun.

A game was suggested. It was something simple, well-known to most of the group, even if they hadn’t played it since middle school or really at all. It would pass the time, and maybe create some romance or drama. Any feeling was better than impending doom and the fear of death.

Seven Minutes in Heaven: a game where two people go into a small room or cramped closet alone and have seven minutes to do anything they want to each other. Usually, the goal was the get handsy, to kiss or hug, to confess to someone, to make each other nervous, or to engage in casual romantic activities. It was supposed to be steamy and awkward, to put pressure on the two people. They would all randomly pick straws, and the two people who got the shortest straws would have to go in together while everyone else sat outside and timed their seven minutes. Knowing your peers were mere feet away outside the door only added to the tension.

The location was set: a small, cramped closet in the old building next to the hotel. It was dimly lit by an ancient yellow overhead lightbulb hanging on by a thread and had just enough room for two people once the abandoned supplies, tools, and cobwebs were scooted to the edges.

And so, the game began.

Teruteru Hanamura:

   You were standing in the back of the dark closet, having been the first one chosen to play the game. Figures it would be you. Out of 17 students you picked the first short straw, and now waited patiently for whoever you'd be matched up with. It could be a girl, a guy, someone you hung out with often, or a weirdo you actively avoided. It was nerve-wracking knowing that if you embarrassed yourself, 15 people would be listening right outside the door, but on the bright side, at least no one could get away with killing you when classmates waited within earshot. One scream for help and your attacker would be caught, right?

It didn't take long for your partner to make themselves known, as the closet door busted open before you and was closed in a flash, barely giving you time to process what was happening and certainly no time to see who entered.

You were swarmed in an instant. A warm, soft body clung to your own and engulfed you in a flurry of hands. You were being poked and prodded and the excited mutterings and giggles gave away who this was immediately. You knew those salacious squeaks very well.

"Teruteru?" You grappled with him, grasping out in the dark for his hands to settle them.

"Ohoho~ yes, my queen?" The flirtatious chef snickered, fighting off your attempts to calm him. Queen? Given your little secret crush on the Ultimate Cook, you would've blushed if you didn't have the knowledge that he spoke to everyone like this.

"N-now just hold on a second! Wait!" You squealed, ticklish in odd places and your heart racing at your luck. You often spent time with Teruteru as he seemed harmless, and he made you laugh with his antics. You never meant to develop feelings for him, and sometimes you swore it was just infatuation because he gave you attention and could be quite charming, but regardless here you were, feeling this way. "Don't you wanna slow down, take our time a-and make the most of our seven minutes?" You sputtered, trying to appeal to a sense of reasoning you didn't really know Teruteru to have.

"Huh...?" To your surprise, he halted all movement, seemingly confused by your words. You were just as shocked to get through to him at all. Soon the closet was quiet, filled with just the sound of two souls breathing.

"What's wrong?" You gulped.

"Well... I entered fully expecting to be kicked out expeditiously... either that or you would make a break for it, so I figured I would try to rush in and at least get something out of this experience," he spoke candidly. It was true that he was someone used to rejection, to being an object of repulsion. He probably expected you to be like everyone else.

"But, Teru... I mean… you and I hang out all the time. Do I ever treat you like that?" You posed the question, a bit hurt that he thought of you the same way as everyone else after you’d put what you thought was a lot of time and attention into building a friendship with him.

"Hmmm... I suppose not... but this is something different altogether. I - wait a second! Are you saying you want to do this with me?" He sounded astonished, incredulous. His hands trailed down your arms to take your own in a gentle grasp.

You felt your face heat up, your pulse in your throat, like maybe you'd been too frank, too honest. Maybe your little crush was being worn too plainly on your sleeve.

"Umm... I mean, well..." you chuckled nervously. You could almost feel his smirk, the little devilish rosiness creeping up his cheeks.

"Well, well, well, it looks like my little sous-chef has been hiding something from me. All this time, I never would've guessed~ I thought you were just tolerating me," he teased. You squirmed as he ran his hands up your arms then down the sides of your waist. "Looks like I need to give you some private, one-on-one cooking lessons more often~"

Byakuya Twogami

Cramped even further into the already tight closet by his rather robust figure, you stood there looking up at Byakuya, feeling rather small and exposed, vulnerable. He looked down at you with his arms crossed confidently over his chest. This was a condescending look and stance that he often displayed. It made you feel even more inferior this close up.

"Let's be very clear here. I volunteered to go first for one reason and one reason only: as the leader of you braindead group of cretins, it is my duty to keep up morale so you don't all completely lose it. A true leader," he sneers, "leads by example. I'm tired of seeing you lot run around depressed and terrified so here I am, to save the day as usual. If this silly game makes you all stop whining, I’m willing to lower myself to your level for the night." He rolls his eyes, an expression you can only just barely make out in the dim warm lighting.

"Oh... yeah, I know-" you are promptly interrupted as he continues, blonde hair moved casually out of his face and properly back into place.

"This is beneath me and my breeding: this musty, disgusting closet, this silly child's game, this island, but I know you'd all fall apart without me so here I am. I don't intend to participate in any activities beneath me in this closet here today, however. I simply refuse."

"Yeah... I suspected as much," you twiddled your fingers nervously, looking down at the ground, attempting to get the sentence out once more. "I figured you volunteered for those reasons, and not because you saw it was me coming in here first... that would be too good to be true," you spoke shyly, voice breaking. You really admired Byakuya and the immense pride and status that he carried with him. You found him attractive even though he was extremely intimidating.

A shade of pink dusts over his cheeks at the implication behind your words, his eyes widening under his spectacles for just a beat before he took on that nonchalant, confident expression once again. He couldn't let the facade fall, not for anything or anyone.

"Well then," he cleared his throat, a little too awkwardly for someone of his usual poise, "I'll allow you to admire me. It's not like I'm unused to praise and reverence... envy even..." His voice trails off and he holds one large hand out to you as if you were a peasant expected to kiss a king's ring before being allowed an audience.

For a second you didn’t know what to do, heart racing wildly in your chest. You felt like no matter what you did, you'd mess up, earning a scolding from him, an insult perhaps... but why did even the idea of that excite you so much?

Body shaking, you leaned down, took one of his hands in both of yours and kissed his knuckles. He tried to hide any and all instinctual responses but you felt him stiffen up, his knuckles flexing at the touch. The skin there was unexpectedly rough... not the pampered, soft hands of Togami nobility you'd anticipated. You didn't linger on the thought though, too anxious to see his reaction. Pathetically, you kissed him now on his wrist, agonizingly slow. It was more out of embarrassment then trying to be a tease, however, he was getting impatient all the same. He felt himself sweating over a certain emotion for the first time in forever.

"Oh for the love of-" he scoffs, ripping his hand out of your grasp, "You're embarrassing yourself." He spoke curtly. Roughly, he grabbed onto your shoulders firmly with both hands, pulling you into his chest. With a fervor that frightened you, he took control, crushing his lips skillfully onto yours.

Gundham Tanaka

When Gundham Tanaka burst into the closet with zeal and anything other than an expression of displeasure on his face, you immediately knew he was there under false pretenses. He was the last one who would want to rush into this game, to want to have anything to do with it, so the fact that he was clearly entering by choice told you everything you needed to know. This man was clearly confused. You couldn't help but chuckle as he slammed the door closed behind him, leaving you two alone with a little privacy.

"I see I got here not a moment too soon! The imp Hiyoko Saionji let slip that this unassuming closet in fact contains a portal to the Nether and revealed you'd gotten yourself trapped in here with no way to escape! Of course, only I, Gundham Tanaka, can resist the energetic pull of a Netherworld rift! Fear not, foolish mortal, I am here to save you!" You let him rant, shaking your head at the theatrics. You found his outbursts so entertaining, his personality cuter than even his soft hamsters.

"Gundham... I fear you've been tricked," you sigh, taking a step back to give him some space. "This is a game, there is no portal... but unfortunately, it looks like neither of us will be having any fun." You spoke dejectedly, seeing as you truly would've loved indulging in this game with someone as attractive as Gundham. He was dark and mysterious, with a sexy deep voice and amazing hair. He was kind to animals and such a unique character. Truly one of a kind. How could you not fall for him? "I refuse to play now, knowing that you didn't consent to this. I'm sorry they roped you into thi-" Your words were halted as another thought crashed into the previous one impulsively like a train off its rails. "Wait a second... why would you come save me? You came in here... to rescue me from danger?" You smiled, a big, cheeky grin.

"Think nothing of it, fiend. I would've done the same for any mortal here!" He blushed and stuttered, hiding his face in his purple scarf. "Do not look at me like that! I feel accursed by your gaze alone!"

"No... no you wouldn't," you giggle. "You actively avoid us all. You've been a loner since day one." You step closer, emboldened by his response, by the words you were reading from in between the lines.

"You... you're less insufferable than the others. Nothing more, nothing less." He crosses his arms, a violent red covering his normally corpse-toned face. With a gasp, you look down in surprise when you feel the skittering of claws and fur brushing up your arm. One of the Dark Devas, small and swift, clung to your sleeve and made its way up to your shoulder, buying its master time and a distraction. It presses its little lips to the side of your cheek as if to mimic a kiss as best as it could, rubbing its tiny claws into your skin playfully. It looks up at its master with shiny, telling eyes. He knows exactly what it means to convey, a savant of animal behavior. "It seems you've earned the blessing of one of the most powerful beings to walk this plane of reality. Rejoice and feel blessed that he approves, for the opposite reaction is far more common and fatal!" He was back to his performance again it seemed.

"And..." you feel more confident than before, knowing Gunhdam took the opinions of his hamsters extremely seriously, "what about you? Do you approve?" You took his cold, bandaged hand into yours gently, looking for his consent, for him to let his walls down just enough to allow you to do more. You wanted more.

Nekomaru Nidai

This closet was tiny, criminally so when you considered its newest occupant. You found yourself crushed between a dusty wooden wall and the largest, firmest pectorals you'd ever seen. You were sweating profusely, a nervous mess. Most people slowly got to know their crush, observed from afar, had lunch and chit-chat maybe, and here you were, suddenly pressed flush up against the steel-like muscles of the object of your desires.

"Why do you look so... worked up, (Y/N)?" Nekomaru grins genuinely down at you, oblivious of both your crush on him and how uncomfortably you felt about this forced skin-to-skin moment (probably because the man had never felt shame in his life).

"I- I'm not!" You squeal a little too defensively. You try to shuffle past him, closer to the wall, anything. It only serves to chafe, to make him readjust as well until you're even stickier and smushed than before.

"Anyways..." he continues heedlessly, "I don't really get the rules of this game or whatever." He stretches his arms upwards carelessly, easily hitting the ceiling. Your eyes can't help but rake over his flexing arms and lumbering frame.

"Well if you don't understand, then you can leave... I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you state sympathetically, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your crush.

"Nah, everyone wanted me to play so I'll play!" He beamed. "I'm no killjoy. You just go first, maybe I'll pick it up and understand along the way!" He was so authentic, so sweet, and positive. You wanted to melt under his gaze.

"Are you sure?" You rubbed your forearms restlessly. He nodded enthusiastically. "Well... I've always liked the idea of being carried by a big, strong man... to feel dainty and.... small and... ohh!-" Before you could finish your thought you were swept off of your feet and scooped into a pair of secure, firm arms. You felt safe, impossibly tiny and protected.

"Like this?" He questions, obviously eager to please. Now level with his eyes this high off the ground, face-to-face with him, you were stunned into silence. His strong features, so unbelievably masculine and striking, hypnotized you.

"Yes..." You felt breathless, lost in a trance. You couldn't stop staring at his lips, at his intense eyes. "Just like that..." It's silent for a long while, and he tightens his grip on you almost instinctively. He feels the need to be your shield, to keep you to himself, and finds himself staring right back.

"I think I'm starting to understand... so, it's only fair that it's my turn now?" He speaks plainly, some glimmer of want in his eye.

Nagito Komaeda

You feel like a complete oaf, heart nearly bursting out of your chest. You were an agitated, sweaty mess, staring across the mere feet of space in the tiny closet into the eyes of a boy who had you cornered like a fox with a rabbit. You felt like prey, as his eyes, always mysteriously unreadable to predator-like, combed over you shamelessly. He was always up to something, and everyone knew it.

This had to be planned. Of all people, it had to be Nagito. Someone did this on purpose... they knew you had a huge crush on him and made sure he picked the second short straw. Someone wanted to see you squirm and suffer. Everyone here knew you weren't the type to be bold or romantic enough for this game. This wasn't for your benefit, to gently help you shoot your shot. This was rigged.

"It's like your thoughts are written all over your face, (Y/N)... They might as well be," he teases, backing up until you are cornered, crushed against the wall with only his slender frame to brace you. "I know you like me, (Y/N). There's no denying it." He knows using your name, hearing your name spill from his lips will drive you wild. The little shit. "You're a wreck right now," he chuckles fiendishly, feeding off of your energy and positively basking in it. "Just my luck, to be chosen at random to come in here with you~" He grins devilishly. "Well... drawing straws is child's play for my 'talent.' Oh well! You should probably make the best of it." He shrugs dismissively.

"So... you wanted this? You did this on purpose?" You were trying to glean the meaning behind his words, his true intentions, anything to make this situation less vexing. You tried to read his pale, beautiful features, begged him with glistening doe eyes to give you space or mercy. At the same time, you wanted him closer, to feel his touch. It was unbearable.

"Why are you fighting your feelings?" He spoke so casually, as if asking what time it was. How did he seem to know everything, all the time? "Are you embarrassed to like someone like me, for the others to find out?" He snorts, exhaling dangerously close to your face. He places one hand on the wall behind you, the other on your waist. "I can understand why. I would be embarrassed as well. I'm a nobody here. Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo and my talent is useless. However, seeing you flustered, riled up for someone like me... it fills me with a sense of hope."

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

"Get off of me! I'll fuckin' kill you!" You are startled into the back corner of the closet as the second participant of the game stumbles clumsily in. Obviously having his small frame pushed forward none too gently, he's pissed off (not that this was a rare occurrence for him) and determined to give your classmates a piece of his mind. He screams threats of violence at the giggling teens who pushed him one last time before the door is slammed in his face. "I already said I'd play, you dipshits! You didn't need to fuckin’ shove! Next time you put your hands on me I'll cut them off!" He huffs, face red as a tomato.

"Um..." You're at a loss of what to say, and how to begin. It's not starting off well. He was in a foul mood, and it seemed you'd never get to indulge in the fun of this game with him. Upon hearing your voice, he is brought back into the moment and finally turns to face you.

"Oh great, it's you," he scoffs, determined to make someone, anyone hurt the way he was hurting. If he had to feel embarrassed and have his night ruined, so did you. A shiver of sadness ran down your spine. It was like a surge of palpable hurt. Why would he say that? Why did he feel the need to hurt you? You felt nothing but admiration and attraction toward him. You'd never judged him or pitied him for his height and baby face, never annoyed him on purpose or brought up the topics that others used to rile him up. In fact, you enjoyed your conversations with him and found him exceedingly handsome. It made it hurt twice as much, that he would so casually insult you. When he sees that flash of insecurity, of pain across your face, he instantly regrets his words. He blanches, mouth dropping open for just a second before he begins to backtrack in remorse. "Hey... don't look at me like that." He forces an airy snort. "I guess you're not so bad... I mean, you're way more normal than the rest of these weirdos we're stuck with." We? "Actually, after that story you told me in the market that one day about your dad, I'm starting to think we aren't so different..." He crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. You perked up at that.

"You remember that? I didn't even think you were listening..." Your heart beats, and flutters with hope.

"Of course, I was listening. I'm not deaf, am I?” He rolls his eyes. “And like I said, you're not like these freaks. I don't mind spending time around you..." He sounded like he was fighting his own words, pouting. When he sees you start to grin sheepishly, he frowns. "Don't go getting a big head now just because I tolerate you!" He points at you in a warning way.

"Sorry! I'm sorry..." You cover your smile with your hands as you are unable to relax the muscles of your mouth.

"So what, are we supposed to make out now or whatever? Is that how I win?" He speaks as if this were some competition, yet another thing in his life where he must excel or be looked down upon, or bring shame to his family name. "I'm not letting any of these losers upstage me at a stupid child's game!" He huffs.

"Well, you don't have to do anything really..." You shrink into yourself, feeling silly and really exposed all of a sudden now that the actual game was supposed to begin.

"Nah, nobody is gonna call me a pussy," he snarls, marching two steps toward you with purpose until you have nowhere to go. You gasped in surprise as you were pulled into a fiery, forceful kiss that set your skin alight and left you dazed.

Kazuichi Souda

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" The magenta-haired boy across from you was riled up, revving like an engine. He was practically drooling, shaking with anticipation and excitement in the low lighting of the dimly lit closet.

"Kazuichi, may I ask why you're so hyped up?" You couldn't help but giggle at the display before you. He licked his lips and sharpened teeth, restless and full of vigor like a male bird doing a mating dance to attract a female. He was so adorable when he was in good spirits like this, so hyper and oozing energy like the engines he tinkered with.

"Huh, what do you mean?" He smirks mischievously, but there is a hint of genuine, innocent confusion in his tone.

"Well, I'm only wondering why you're so excited. It's just a silly game, and it's just me," you scoffed playfully. You'd had a crush on the skillful and eccentric mechanic for a while now, but you'd never dreamed he would be this excited to show his feelings for you in return. Maybe he would be satisfied with any female classmate showing up in that closet that night, especially someone as regal as Sonia or perhaps someone who played hard to get like Peko, but you weren't used to boys giving you this type of attention and wanted to bask in it.

"Whaaa?" He sounded incredulous. "Just you? You're super hot, why wouldn't I be pumped? It's not every day I get to spend time alone with a hot chick, and you're super chill! I've always liked you! I think you're a ton of fun. Such a unique talent, too." He sticks his tongue out teasingly, almost daring you to play with him.

"Are you serious?" You can hardly believe his words. "Well... I really like you, too, Kazuichi... I think you're... 'hot' as well." You chuckle, cheeks warming up. His bravado fizzles a bit at that. He was certainly not used to that reaction to his advances. He suddenly feels quite sheepish, overly flattered, and it makes him want you even more than before. Your words are not the kind he hears often.

He was a flustered mess.

"C-can I... would you mind if I kissed you?" He stuttered, sweat beading on his forehead. You eagerly, enthusiastically nodded, wanting that and much more from him.

He endearingly, awkwardly pulls you in by your waist, slotting himself in so your bodies meld together comfortably. When his jittery lips press against yours they are a bit chapped, as were most body parts on a blue-collar tradesman. It was expected, but not unpleasant. It was what made him, him. He parted his lips and you mirrored him, deepening the kiss. You let your hand wander, playing with his hair until his beanie slipped off and onto the floor.

Hajime Hinata

Hinata was closed off, arms crossed, expression uninterested, dull, and neutral. It was no surprise to you. Hajime could certainly come off as the "Tsundere" type you'd read about in manga comics and see on TV shows. He never struck you as romantically inclined, more interested in practical things like trying to get off this island, or platonic conversations. He seemed to love making friends and all of your classmates liked and trusted him. He was the true neutral, often a moderator. People seemed to open up to him, but not romantically. He could be quite sarcastic or cynical at times but was reliable and kind. That's what you found alluring about him. He was handsome, with a wide chest and broad shoulders, a good height, and an attractive voice, but in a less shallow vein, he was also an ear to listen, an intelligent mind, and an excellent friend.

"They pressured me into playing. I assume they did for you, too. We don't have to do anything..." He shrugs and grumbles. His eyes seem to quickly dart between you and the wall. His Adam's apple bobbles once, twice. Little gestures betray his heart and mind. Maybe he wasn't as cool and collected as he seemed.

"What if we want to...?" You counter, unable to look him in the eyes for fear of rejection.

"...Well, do you?" He retorts, just as sharp-witted as always. He was terribly good at deduction, reasoning, and reading between the lines.

"I don't know... I played this game in middle school once but I guess since we are older, we know more... we do more? I don't know the exact rules."

"I don't think there are any rules." He takes a step closer to you, a glint of curiosity and interest in his eyes. "...Do more? How much are we talking?" You see something like intrigue arise in him, more awake than before. It seems like he wants to play... that he wants to play with you, but Hinata was not promiscuous, he was not one to chase skirts or flirt casually like Kazuichi and Teruteru. He wasn't one to engage in anything sensual or even mildly suggestive with a girl unless he truly had feelings in the first place. You started to wonder if maybe, after weeks of spending time exploring the island with him, getting to know him, your crush was mutual... "Well... we don't have much time." He looks you up and down, not so innocently. He bites the corner of his lip, thinking of what to do with such little time. He was effortlessly seducing you and he didn't even know it. He lowers down to the ground, sitting with his knees bent up.\

"Hajime?" You nearly whisper, puzzled by his actions.

"Sit." He doesn't need to ask twice. You sit beside him on the dusty floor of the cramped closet. You inhale sharply in surprise when his arms, much stronger than they appear, encircle your waist and pull you effortlessly onto his lap until you straddle him. Your face is inches from his, your warm thighs hugging his hips. "Is this fine to start?" He speaks in a new octave, lower than you've ever heard from him. A shiver runs down your spine.

"Of course..." Your eyelids feel begin to feel heavy, your head dizzy. Was this really happening?

[glitch-karma]

Hi! I've never done a request before, so apologies if it's unclear. But could we possibly get Hajime, nagito, and makoto with a reader who paints and uses them as their muse? Like they love to paint and make art of their partner every chance they get, making them look ethereal or like royalty

Hajime

When first meeting you he was very impressed by some of your paintings

He watched you paint for a bit before you asked if you could paint him

He was surprised but agreed

He was anxious and a bit embarrassed as he waited for it to be done

But when you showed it to him he was amazed

He was almost speechless as he looked at all the detail, including the thrown he sat on

He thanked you over and over

When you started painting him more and more he was giddy with joy

You let him keep one and it's his most prized possession

Nagito

BOYYYY he is obsessed with your art

He always goes on and on about how much hope is radiating off of each one

When you painted him he actually wasn't aware

He was asleep

When he woke up and saw the painting he almost died right there and then

He was a little worried about you painting such a "worthless person", but when he saw the crown atop his head he was speechless

"You managed to make even a worthless human like me look beautiful.."

Makoto

He enjoyed watching you paint

it was relaxing for him

When you asked to paint him he was super embarrassed

He denied at first

But he agreed after some convincing

When it was finished he almost fainted

He'd never been one to admire himself but he was just so encaptured by your painting

He was super positive about it and loved all the detail put into it

Apologies for this being superrrrr short TwT

[kaika7]

You're Not Alone

Despair Disease Nagito Komaeda x Shy/Awkward and GN! Reader

Summary: You visit Nagito Komaeda when he's ill with the Despair Disease and make sure he feels loved and not alone.

Warnings: Discussions of dying (no one actually dies!)

A/N: This is my first fic, so it's likely far from ideal. I hope you still get something out of this though!

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You anxiously made your way to the hospital with Hajime and Fuyuhiko. Ever since Akane, Nagito, and Ibuki fell ill with the despair disease, you all decided to split into two groups to prevent it from spreading to everyone. Originally, just Hajime, Fuyuhiko, and Mikan were going to stay at the hospital with them, but you insisted on joining their group. Everyone was a little surprised by your insistence, but they went along with it. 

In truth, you were really worried about Nagito. Sure, he was a little scary before- especially during the first class trial. But, you couldn’t help but sense there was more to him beneath the surface. 

As you had tried to talk to him, he seemed quite delighted that you wanted to spend time with him. His face would light up every time you came by.

“Wow, I can’t believe someone like you wants to talk with trash like me!” He beamed with a cheery face.

Over time, he began to open up to you about his past, and you learned about his luck cycle. He had a beloved pet dog that got hit by a truck and passed away, but the dog allowed him to experience the joy of love and companionship. His parents died in a plane hijacking, but he survived, gained his independence, and a large inheritance. He was kidnapped by a serial killer and thrown in a dumpster, but he won millions of yen in a lottery ticket he found inside. He was diagnosed with stage three lymphoma and frontotemporal dementia, but he was accepted into Hope’s Peak academy. This caused Nagito to believe that if a horrific event happens, something amazing of equal magnitude will happen and vice versa. That’s where his belief in hope came from.

Despite his easygoing outward composure, you couldn’t help but sense a deep anxiety constantly brooding within him. Wherever he went with you, he would constantly be analyzing the terrain and the activities you’d be engaging in to make sure you’d be safe. He wouldn’t even go swimming with you because he casually said you could be taken away by a rip tide and stuck at the bottom of the ocean…. And then be eaten by a shark.

After learning all of this and seeing the way he treated you, you couldn’t help but sympathize with him…. and start to develop feelings for him. You were beginning to understand him more; he was not the malicious person others labeled him as. He did some questionable things for sure, but he did them with good intentions. Plus, his frontotemporal dementia was clouding his judgement, making him take things further than he normally would have. 

Yesterday, you went for a walk on the beach with him. His eyes constantly scanned the sand and occasionally darted to the water, as if he was looking for any sharp objects or crustacean that could injure you. When you sat down under the palm trees, he checked the trunk and branches to make sure it was sturdy and not going to break and fall. He also checked for any loose coconuts. Once he felt it was safe, he took a seat next to you.

“…I…” He stuttered, not looking at you. He just stared out into the ocean. “I’ve always been alone… never had anyone’s love. Not that I deserve it, but…I’m just so scared to die alone.” He stayed silent for a bit, and you were just speechless. You wanted to tell him so badly that he’ll never be alone. That you love him. You’ll stay by his side, but you just froze in the moment. The words in your mind could not make their way to your lips.

Sensing the silence, he quickly retracted his previous statement. “Ah, that was just a quote I read in a book somewhere! Speeches such as those can surely evoke sympathy in others, right?” His lips curved to form a plastic smile.

You could see right through his excuse, but before you could say anything, he apologized for “wasting your precious time” and left.

And now, you are going to visit him in the hospital with Hajime and Fuyuhiko. His lymphoma already made him so weak to begin with, but this despair disease really put his body over the edge. You really wondered if this would be the end for him.

“How’s everyone doing?” Fuyuhiko asked Mikan. 

“Akane and Ibuki are still ill, but they are stable. Nagito, on the other hand, is in quite a precarious state.” Mikan explained solemnly. “His pulse is so weak, and I’ve been tending to him nearly non-stop for the past day.”

“May we see him?” Hajime asked Mikan.

“Of course, but he’s not awake.” Mikan guided them to Nagito’s room and let them in. Nagito lay motionless in the bed in his hospital gown. His face was even paler than normal and he had a mildly pained expression on his face. Beads of sweat were formed on his forehead, and his chest rose and fell shallowly.

Your heart sank seeing him like this. Your anxieties only grew seeing just how badly he was doing. “Mikan, do you think he’ll make it through the night?” You solemnly asked.

“I-I will make sure I take care of him properly all night, so he will be okay!” Mikan squeaked out. “But…” Her voice grew more slow and serious. “It is possible that he won’t pull through, despite my best efforts. So… you may want to take a few minutes with him now.”

Fuyuhiko and Hajime stepped by Nagito’s bedside.

Fuyuhiko crossed his arms and looked down. “Goddammit, man. I know you are a pain in the ass, but we can’t have anymore people dying, ya hear me? We’re all getting off this damn island, and that includes you.” After he finished speaking, he abruptly turned around and walked out still looking down.

Hajime watched Fuyuhiko leave with a pained expression and took a deep breath before facing Nagito. “Nagito, I know things have been weird, but you gotta pull through, okay? Like Fuyuhiko said, we’re getting out of here together. And once you feel better, I-I want to try to understand you better.” Hajime let out a soft chuckle and a genuine smile. “Maybe we could even become friends.” 

Hajime started to slowly walk out, but he noticed your eyes welling with tears. “Hey… do you need a moment alone with him? I know you guys seem sorta close.”

You silently nodded your head. You definitely couldn’t talk with everyone around.

“Hey, Mikan. Do you think we can give Y/N a few minutes alone with Nagito?”

“Let me see…” Mikan quickly checks his vital signs and dabs the sweat off his forehead with a towel. “His fever is still high, and his pulse is still very low, but I suppose he doesn’t need me to tend to him for a few moments.” She looked up at you. “I can give you a few minutes, but if anything strange happens, please call me in, okay?”

You nod and Hajime and Mikan walk out of the room, closing the door behind them and leaving you alone with Nagito.

You stepped closer to his bedside and pulled over a chair so you could sit beside him. He looked worse close up. His hair even more disheveled than normal, and several strains of it stuck to the dried up sweat on his forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed with discomfort, and his lips were slightly parted as small gasps of air struggled to rhythmically flow between them.

You gently held his hand and looked at his shut eyes. “Nagito… I don’t think you can really hear or understand me right now… but I want you to know that I’m here.” You pause and nervously laugh to yourself. “I’m sorry I don’t always know what to say. It’s hard for words to come out sometimes. But, I hope you can at least feel the warmth of my hand and recognize my presence.” You took a shaky breath. “Please, please know that you will never be alone. I-I really love you, Nagito.”

You gave his hand a light squeeze, and put it over your heart. “I have to leave soon. But, please know that even if I’m not physically beside you, you will always be right here with me.”

Nagito remained unresponsive throughout this conversation, but fortunately his breaths remained constant. You sighed and rested his hand back along his side. Then, you began to get up. “I… I won’t say good bye tonight… You will make it through this! I’ll come visit you in the morning. I promise. I’ll see you soon…” 

You turned around and left the room, and Mikan immediately went back in to tend to Nagito. You, Hajime, and Fuyuhiko went back to your cottages with heavy hearts- hoping for the best.

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You could barely sleep a wink all night, but you did manage to dose off for a little bit. You woke up to the sound of knocking on your cottage door. Groggily making your way to the door, you unlocked it and opened it a crack. Seeing it was Hajime, you opened it more and instantly woke up. With desperation in your tone, you quickly stammered, “H-Hi! Did you hear anything about Nagito?”

Hajime reassuringly smiled. “Yes, I came by to let you know Nagito’s condition has improved! Well, a little bit, anyway. He’s still not in good shape, but he can sit up in bed and talk now- though he says quite bizarre things…” He forced a chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. “You could try visiting him if you’d like, but I just saw him and he told me to hurry up and go away. He even said that he didn’t want to see my face anymore.” Hajime exasperatedly sighs.

You stood there dumbfounded for a minute, but adrenaline quickly rushed through your veins. “Hajime, you LEFT him after he said that?! I-I have to go now!!!”

You sprinted out the door, still in your pajamas, towards the hospital as Hajime turned around and watched you run with a confused look. Geez, this guy sure has a serious case of the clueless protagonist syndrome! Nagito has the liar form of the despair disease, which means he means the opposite of everything he says. The poor thing must be so scared of dying alone.

Finally making it to the hospital, you opened the door to his room with a wheeze. “N-Nagito. H-how are you? May I come in?”

Nagito did indeed look better than last night. His he was drooling a bit and still sweaty, but he was now propped up in bed with a glazed look in his eyes. He turned his head in response to your voice and said weakly, “I’m feeling quite excellent today! And I really need you to get as far away from me as possible. I want to be alone.”

You felt a pit form in your stomach. He certainly had improved, but he was not out of the woods yet. You walked closer to his bedside and looked compassionately at him. “I’m here, Nagito. I’m right here with you.” 

Upon looking at him more closely, your eyes drifted unconsciously to where his hospital gown loosely was wrapped around him, leaving his collar bones and upper chest exposed. Seeing his bare chest slowly rise and fall in synchronization with his breaths made your cheeks flush and your mind freeze. You were pretty inexperienced with love to say the least, so these feelings are hard for you to process.

Nagito began speaking again which made you snap out of your frozen state. “Y/N, I didn’t hear what you said to me yesterday. You’re a nasty person for not thinking about someone like me, Y/N.”

Holy crap, he actually HEARD YOU? He heard your love confession?! That has got to be the worst way to be confessed to. Ugh way to go, Y/N.

With a shaky voice, you began, “Oh, I- er… I’m sorry you had to hear it like that… But I really meant everything I said. I-I’ll never leave you alone, and-” You paused to take a nervous breath. “I love you…”

An ounce of focus and shock came through Nagito’s dazed eyes. “Really? I thought you were telling me the truth just to be mean to me?”

With a slightly more confident tone, you said, “No, I wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better… I really do love you. I’m so sorry about the other day. I was just so shocked, and I didn’t know what to say right away.”

Nagito sat there stunned for a moment, and his eyes slowly started to well with tears. “I-I hate you too, Y/N. You’re the most despicable and malicious person I’ve ever met. I have zero gratitude for the love you’ve shown me, and you’re so awful for letting me die alone. I truly deserve it.”

Your eyes grew wide in surprise as a gentle blush spread across your face. After a few moments, tears formed in your own eyes. You could barely believe that he reciprocated your feelings, but you pushed your own insecurities aside to focus on supporting him. “Nagito… may I hold your hand?”

He shook his head ‘No’, so you gently squeezed his hand. “You will get better. You won’t die here today. There’s always hope, remember?” You gave him a little smirk, which made a smile crack on his face. “But even if the worst does come, you won’t be alone. I’ll repeat myself a thousand times: I’ll always be with you. You’re not alone.”

At this point, the tears were already profusely streaming down Nagito’s face, so you grabbed a tissue to dab them away for him. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I know this is truly a selfless request- I’m so wonderful for even thinking to ask this- but c-could you not hold me?”

You blinked in disbelief. “You want me to cuddle you, right now?”

“No, that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do in the world. But I’m truly considerate for even asking you this. I’m so not sorry for taking advantage of you like this, I-“

Mustering up all the confidence you could, you cut Nagito off by pulling his blanket down, and then climbing into the bed with him. You laid down next to him and gestured for him to lie down. With a shocked look, he quickly complied. You gently held him close to you, letting his head rest over your heart. You stroked his soft and fluffy white hair comfortingly, hoping to ease him of any discomfort.

“Y/N…” Nagito said with a blush forming on his face. The sound of your heart beat and the warmth of your embrace was so soothing to him. He was so touched starved, he didn’t even remember the last time he was hugged. He never had experienced anything like this before.

“I’m here, and I always will be. You’re not alone, Nagito.”

[thesongmachine]

Hiii can you please write some headcanons of Nagito with an extremely clingy and affectionate reader? Like simp level affectionate.

I've been stalking the nagito x reader tag everyday and I found your blog!! I'm so happy everytime I find a new writer active in the fandom :)

Ahh tysm!! glad people are reading these lol! SO sorry it took me forever to get to this-

Nagito Komeada x Affectionate! Reader

Okay he LOVES it so much

He actually thinks you are so cute-

He feels so bad tho because like he feels like you should have someone better

But like you disagree

You CANNOT keep your hands off him, and neither can he-

He likes holding your hand A LOT

He also really likes PDA

He thinks it's almost like showing you off

He sometimes just kisses you mind convo HHDISICMA

You guys are so cute it makes me sick grr...

Sometimes though people will stare but he just ignores it

You are so lovesick for him oh my gosh

And the thing is, how you act towards him

He acts the same way

He is always gloating about you and just compliments

And you always tell him 'bro you are so fine'

He loves it just so much AHHH

He doesn't mind it either when you cling onto him

Tbh he encourages it-

Overall he is actually so lovesick for you and you are lovesick for him!!!

[bubblyqueer000]

Hello helloooo. I see you’ve opened up your v3 requests 👀 can we get some Kiibo, Kokichi and/or Nagito with an s/o (she or they pronouns) who’s really intimidating and scary at first but a total softie and super flustered when they’re complimented or flirted with?

Kokichi, Kiibo, and Nagito x Intimidating!Soft!Reader

My first V3 request! I haven't totally gotten through everyone's free time events and I'm not that great at writing Kokichi or Kiibo yet so please bare with me. Love you guys and thanks again for 100 followers!

Enjoy!

Commission me on Ko-Fi! Link in pinned post!

Kokichi Ouma 

♡ Was never all that intimidated by you honestly. Or maybe he was and he was just lying about it. Who knows. Point is, he never let it show. He is the supreme leader of evil, after all. Who would scare him?

♡ That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t pretend to be afraid though. Kokichi would always cry and act like you were bullying him when you told him to stop with his stupid antics.

♡ When he did this you would try to get him to stop crying, making you seem soft and sensitive to him. Then he would probably start teasing you even more. 

♡ “So you weren’t really as intimidating as you pretended. I hate liars!” 

♡ “I wasn’t lying, you annoying little-”

♡ “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH YOU’RE CALLING ME ANNOYING WHEN I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE YOUR FRIEND!! YOU’RE SO MEEEEAN!!!” He wailed. 

♡ “Huh? Hey, wait!” You shouted at him. 

♡ I guess your ‘friendship’ - if you could even call it that - started from there. It was mostly just Kokichi teasing you and you trying not to beat the shit out of him. 

♡ When you finally got together, the teasing definitely didn’t stop. It even kind of intensified when he saw how flustered you got when he flirted with you. 

♡ He’ll try to come up with the cringiest, gushiest things he can make you feel embarrassed. 

♡ He’ll make everyone think that it’s because he likes embarrassing you but deep down, you’re pretty sure that it’s just because he thinks your blushing face is the cutest thing ever! Who knows though. You can never get a straight answer from him (¬､¬)

K1-B0

♡ You two are in the same boat. 

♡ To some he might be intimidating, being a robot, but on the inside, he’s a total softie so he gets it!

♡ Even if you were never scared of him, he was always kind of scared of you. He hadn’t been used to such an intimidating human, and somehow the fact that you were around his age made you even scarier to him. 

♡ He wasn’t really used to the feeling so it made you intriguing to him. 

♡ Hehehe I got the thought that he wouldn’t know how to respond to the feeling and since he found it negative he would think you’re somehow being robophobic to him.

♡ But like I was saying, he was intrigued by you! Kiibo would definitely be the one to confess his feelings because of that, finally letting him see your true nature as a major softie. 

♡ Kiibo wants to try and do all the human couple things. It always really embarrassing to you when he asks to do things like that though. 

♡ “Y/N… I um…” Kiibo would begin, trying to stop his stutters.

♡ “What is it, babe?” You told him, in your regular scary tone.

♡ “Would you want to try cuddling… Like… With me?” He asked. Your head shot up, red flashing to your cheeks.

♡ “Um well.. I- Uh…!” You respond incoherently, trying to figure out what to say. 

♡ The two of you tried cuddling, which as you might imagine, wasn’t the most comfortable thing considering your partner’s metal body, but that wasn’t as bad as the butterflies in your stomach. Nothing had ever made you as nervous as that. Kiibo didn’t seem to mind or notice though so everything was good. :D 

♡ He always tries his best to do all of the things a human couple would so he loves holding your hand, kissing you, and basically any other form of physical affection as long as you don’t mind. 

♡ And his mind doesn’t even seem to process how nervous you obviously are so it’s even better!! We all love you, Kiibo buddy!! 

Nagito Komaeda

♡ Sees your intimidating demeanor as confident and due to that, he finds you inspiring! 

♡ Nagito isn’t the type to show how he’s truly feeling. He doesn’t seem to think that he deserves to show others how he really feels so he never makes it too clear that he’s spooked by you. 

♡ You’d start showing him your true colors when he compliments you. 

♡ “Wow, Y/N! I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who matches you in intensity. People like you make trash like me all the more boring.” 

♡ “I- Um… Well… You shouldn’t… Talk about yourself like that.” You told him, trying to pull yourself together. 

♡ You’d probably have to be the one to tell him your feelings because he wouldn’t really feel he deserves to tell you how he feels. Poor baby, we love you. 

♡ When you two get together though, he worships you, making you super blushy all the time!!

♡ His favorite time to fluster you is when you’re scolding him for the stupid junk that he pulls.

♡ “I can’t believe you did that, you jackass! Do you want everyone here to die? Do you want us all to kill eachother?!” You screamed in his face after a particularly tedious class trial. Nagito just stared at you, with a blank expression, red in the face. 

♡ “You’re very pretty, my hope.” He told you, catching you off guard and turning you into a blubbering mess. 

♡ Nagito is frustrating but… We love him anyways. ┐(´ー｀)┌

[uvuyai]

—#𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

-:+°Genre : it's technically a cracfic but I'll say lime depends on what I write

-:+°Pairings * Byakuya/reader, Nagito/reader, Kokichi/reader,

-:+°Synopsis .» he marks you with a paint brush and black paint.

-:+°Implies // gn! reader, antagonist marking one of your anatomy parts not organs, licking, biting, hickey, 🤷, this came to my mind when i was reading a fic, jealousy, mentions of other characters, spoilers in Nagito parts but okay, possessive nature, i might to the protagonist or random characters that fits,

𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 ♛

—✰┆ You always hangout with Makoto and/or Chihiro than you do with him. You were persistent and oblivious when it came to answering questions other gave you. It was about time he showed you where you belong, well, who you belong to.

"Oh, hey Byakuya." You said waving at him from light beyond afar. Without a warning he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you inside his dorm without saying anything in the process. "Hey Byakuya, what's going on?" You asked as he went into his closet to pull out a can of paint along with a brush.

You were confused as hell too why he pulled you in his room.. just to pull out paint..

"Get on the bed and lay on your back." He said with no emotion clear in his face.

"H-huh!?" You had mental shock all over.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He said tapping his feet in a rythme like pattern.

"N-no, not at all." You said walking towards the bed, laying on your back as you were told too.

You looked at the opposite direction from where he was standing since you were filled to the absolute brim with second hand embarrassment.

You felt the bed sink on both side of your hips to see your boyfriend with his knees on both side of your waist. He was straddling you.

"Raise your shirt up," he said with the same face when he told you to lay on the bed.

You didn't want to disobey since he was a cruel person so you obligated his request and raised your shirt up not too high but above your stomach not showing your bosom.

'Looks like he's observing my stomach?' you mentally asked yourself.

He soon dipped the paint brush into the black paint that was on the floor, letting the access drip into the paint before drawing on your stomach.

It tickled so you started squirming around.

"Stop moving, i'm almost done." He said grabbing your waist with his unoccupied hand to stop you from moving.

"Mnn." You mumbled trying to keep in a laughter.

From what you can tell he was writing his name and a price?

Was he planning on selling you or setting a bounty on you? You seriously started to panicking.

"W-what are you doing 'Kuya?" You said but you knew what he was doing so you asked just to clarify your claim.

"I'm marking what's mine."

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚☘︎

—✰┆Nagito is a quick jealous individual from what you learned from his body language. He was sick, and tired of you hanging out with Hajime than with him most of the time. He doesn't want too loose you to that talentless rat, he already lost three people, well one not fully human. You were an intimidating person but would get soft overtime with certain people.

"Hey, what's up Nagito," you said giving him a low wave as you stood in front of him. Without a single warning he lifted you and threw you ober his shoulder. To what you thought, he was bringing you to his dorm. You were right but you thought he just wanted to cuddle with you. But oh boy, you were wrong.

When you got a chance, you saw he had paint with a brush on top, well slanted within the paint.

He sat on his bed, with you still on his shoulder before pulling you down by your thighs which made you sit on his lap. He started to stare intently into your eyes mumbling something that wasn't intelligible to you.

"Lift your shirt." He said tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"Eh!?" You were in complete shock from what he was saying.

"I though we wer-" "I said, lift your shirt." He said holding the paint brush into his hand.

"I- okay, fine," you said rolling your eyes while lifting your shirt.

He was observing your stomach to have an angle. He started writing on your stomach which tickled which caused to you to move the slightest.

"Stop moving will you?" He said looking up and pausing his writing.

"S-sorry, Nagito." You stuttered.

He was finished writing from what you thought since you didn't feel the brush write on your stomach. That's not until he drew a upside down heart?

"There," he said proudly from his work. "Stand up so I can get a better view.

You groaned but stood thinking he would force you upon something if you didn't stand up.

"Okay, what the hell did you write on me!" You yelled, you asked that since you couldn't see what was written in your perspective.

"I wrote my name, and a heart to show my love for you." He said.

"But why!" You yelled at him still holding your shirt up.

"I'm marking what's mine.”

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐎𝐮𝐦𝐚♧

—✰┆ He may act all tough and hard, but when he see his well know significant other hanging out with others than him, his mask starts to slip and he goes into a rage of jealousy.

He hates ot when you hangout with Kaito, his quote 'best friend '. He thinks your hanging out with him is because your getting annoyed of his silly antics and tricks he plays, but he keeps second guessing himself when it comes to mind.

He always had those crocodile tears when you said you have to go somewhere or overseas.

"Y/N-SAN WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME!?" he said yelling into your ear as he jumped onto your back which caused you too stumble a bit.

"I'm not even avoiding yo-" "Nevermind that! Let's go!" He chimed grabbing your hand leading you to god knows where.

You enter his dorm room and saw a can of paint with a brush on the side of it. 'I never guess Kokichi would be into painting.' you thought as you sat on his bed.

"Okay Y/n, raise your shirt will you?" He said tilting his head and giving you a irritated like closed eye smile.

"Hm? Why?" You were completely confused.

"Sigh, just do it for me will you?" He said sighing, his cold breath hitting your chest.

As he said, you obeyed, lifting your shirt up. At one chance you flashed Kokichi.

You saw him dip the paint brush into the black paint, letting the access drip off as he walked back towards you. Without a single warning he pushes you onto your back and started painting on your stomach?

"Uhh, what are you doing?" You asked, you weren't given a clear view of what he was doing.

"I'm almost done Y/n-san," he said woth his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

"There!" He chimed looking at the work on your stomach he did.

"Something's missing.." he mumbled placing his index finger and thumb on his chin. "Aha! I know," he chimed again.

You soon felt pain in your neck area. He was hovering around that area so you figured he bit their. You hissed in pain as he bit down. After he was done he started licking your neck whoch caused shivers to run down your spin.

"Now it's perfect!"he said dropping the brush as he clases his hands together.

"Uhh, why is this on my stomach?" You asked tilting your head.

"Ugh, I'm just marking what's mine,"

I left you with three cliffhangers 🌝

#SXXHIJKOX 2023® ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[kokorosfanfics]

Kissing and making out headcanons for Kokichi and Nagito separately including first kiss please?

You've got it! -Mod Kokoro

Kissing and making out head cannons for Kokichi and Nagito + first kiss!

Nagito Komaeda

At first, he's hesitant. We know how his self esteem is, so every time you want to do something romantic like this, he's just shocked.

"S/O, are you sure you'd want to kiss trash like me?"

He won't tell you no though. Obviously, he's thought of it too.

His lips feel smooth and a bit cold. He likes to gently hold the back of your head.

Surprisingly he's good at this. Most likely, his luck has helped him to be very good with his mouth.

Definitely a more gentle kisser. He likes the soft, fluffy and calm kisses.

When you two are close and making out, he likes to gently caress you as he does so. He'll gently rock you too.

Please cuddle him and kiss him, he'll melt.

The first time you two shared your first kiss, he had leaned in, but paused with uncertainty all over his face. You met his lips with yours to tell him it's okay. He had an absolute dreamy look in his eyes afterwards.

"S/O, your lips taste just like hope!"

Kokichi Oma

Oh you just know he loves to make out.

He's a bit rougher than Nagito, but not too rough. He'll dive right in without warning and kiss you passionately.

More likely to give soft bites and nibbles on your lips while he's most likely grabbing your hips.

Loves to use tongue. Absolutely loves it.

His lips feel soft, but a bit tougher than Nagito's. Also warmer.

"S/O~ The Supreme leader wants kisses from his Supreme Beloved.~"

Will probably never refuse a kiss from you.

He's definitely good at this. He's a lot of fun too.

I can totally see him doing Kabedon on you right before he kisses you.

Your first kiss, he told you he wanted to tell you something and motioned for you to get closer. This was when he surprised you with a kiss right on the lips.

"I love you!" He says right after.

"I lvoe you too 'Kichi. Now come back here." You say before you pull him in for another. That's how your first kiss quickly became your first make out session.

"S/O, your lips are wonderful.~"

[tsukasalvr]

Hi, can I request a Nagito x Reader (I don’t care if it’s headcanons, oneshots, or whatever you choose) where the reader has two talents, one is the Ultimate Hope, and the next one isn’t recognized by Hopes Peak but it basically negates luck. Like for example with Nagito if something good happens around/involving the reader than something equally bad won’t happen? Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, love your work.

ultimate hope!reader who balances his luck

Anime/fandom: Danganronpa

Character: Nagito Komaeda

Warnings: I don’t proofread

A/n: I hope I got it right anon!!!!!

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Nagito Komaeda

You’re a gem in his eye, the purest form of life, a shining beautiful diamond in a world full of filth and despair

He’s never felt so blessed to have someone like you, you’re so full of hope and he’s practically worshipping the ground you walk on. Sometimes he thinks the gods have blessed him for you be someone as lowly as him

“You truly are the ultimate hope, my luck must be really great if I managed to be with you.” He says with a lighthearted laugh as he holds your hands and raises them towards his face to give them a gentle kiss, to show he really does love and appreciate you

Nagito has noticed that whenever you’re around, bad luck never shows up. He can’t help but wonder if you somehow balance it so it’s only luck, basically neutralizing it. Even so, he will of course have no problem with it and love you even more

Hes had so many things happen to him and around him because of his luck—which is very ironic, and tends to be very odd compared to others because of it, but with you, you made his life pure.

He doesn’t have to worry about hurting himself or others, and he really does think you’re a blessing in disguise

[meiiuka]

hi Mod Toko!! <3 can I request rantaro and nagito finding out that the reader has a crush on them and how they both would react??

of course, that's such a cute idea!!

rantaro amami and nagito komaeda finding out that you have feelings for them:

category: headcanons, fluff

notes: i hope i didn’t stray from the prompt too much, i tried my best to make the scenarios entertaining lol

Rantaro Amami:

• you, rantaro, and your mutual friend were having a conversation with just the three of you in a casual group setting

• the third party had accidentally mentioned that you had feelings for him while telling a “funny story” 💀 • rantaro’s first reaction is to chuckle at the news but he doesn’t really fully process what’s being said until he notices the flustered reaction on your face

• he has this moment where his eyes just kind of go out of focus and he thinks about the fact that your mutual friend just said it aloud without thinking

• he’s normally a very composed guy but this time, he can’t help but react by widely grinning and letting his excitement show in his face 😭

• the normally chill, sociable guy that you fell for is bubbling with excitement and is struggling to think of how to phrase what he wants to say smoothly

• “can the two of us have a minute to ourselves? i uh… might need a second”

• “hey y/n, so about that. when were you gonna tell me you had feelings for me?”

as you held your breath in anticipation, he completed his thought

“i wasn’t sure how i was going to tell you about my feelings, so i take this as a good way to break it to you”

• you two are both laughing at the situation (and at your mutual friend who has zero idea what they just revealed), rantaro putting his hand on your shoulder for leverage as he struggles to compose himself

• “what do you say a date for tomorrow night? it’s my turn to take initiative and put effort into this”

Nagito Komaeda:

• it started when you wrote a message to your friend about nagito: “i just don’t know what to do… i like him, but what if he doesn’t like me?”

… and accidentally sent it to nagito 💀

• the first reaction you get from him is “?” (that is, the first reaction you can see)

• on the other side of the phone he is freaking out, wishfully thinking that it might be about him, blushing PROFUSELY, pacing around, and is unsure of what the hell is going on

• you immediately send him a follow up message trying to cover your tracks but you get the feeling that he already knows

• in a way, you also want him to know so that you could just get it out there, but it’s extremely nerve racking for everyone involved

• meanwhile every single fiber of his soul is hoping that the message was about him, and that somehow you’d reveal it to be

• “not to pry but could i ask you something y/n? who is this person you have feelings for? we’re friends and i want to help you, if i can”

• this evolves into a conversation about you practically describing the aspects of nagito without actually naming anyone— but it’s exactly what he needs to deduce that you’re talking about him

• you two have the same moment of realization where the tension is so high that you just can’t ignore what you both already know

• “i think i’ll just be honest at this point,,

i’ve been talking about you, nagito. you’re the one i have feelings for.”

• he literally cannot type words. he’s paralyzed by the fact that you of all people??? liking him? no way. he must be dreaming

• his reply reads:

“if i wasn’t already obvious, i have feelings for you too… sorry if it was awkward for me to ask you that. i want to go further but i think i’m worried about ruining our friendship. i want to watch movies with you and maybe even hold hands, i wanna be closer with you. agh. i can’t even think… what am i saying??? just ignore this”

• you reassure him that it’s okay and that these are things you’ll figure out with him along the way. he buries his face into a pillow and sighs with a mixed feeling of excitement, joy, relief, and nervousness. but above all, he’s happy to know his feelings are reciprocated