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ultimateluckystudent-writes · 2 years ago

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Nothing Comes For Free (Byakuya/Ultimate Housewife!Reader/Nagito)

CHAPTER THREE: *When He Walks In, I Am Loved

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Contains (Will Be Updated With Chapters): She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Female Reader, Infidelity, Somewhat Unhealthy Relationships, Depictions of Mental Illnesses, Depictions of Symptoms of OCD, Minor Injury, Mentions of Blood, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Unsafe Sex, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Dom/Sub Dynamics

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The setback had actually put you back on track. You arrived at the tailors just as they opened, avoiding anyone nearby. It was easy to forget the state of the world inside of the gated community. If your house was a cage, the community was a sort of zoo. Though you figured less people came to gawk at you and instead would yell and try to raze. There were more air purifiers within the tall, iron gates and brick walls than were needed in a city. The sky even seemed to be turning from its blood red to a soft lavender more and more by the day.

“Everything around here is so lovely, Togami-sama.” Komaeda gushed, looking out the windows with you from your chauffeured car on the way back from the tailors. You held the clothes on hangers in their protective cloth bag laid out across both of your laps. The driver had the divider up. You could tell it was out of fear of Komaeda than courtesy, but the result was all the same.

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” You took in his wide eyed gaze. “...It’s a shame you’re always so cooped up, isn’t it? I’ll have to take you with me on more of my day trips.”

“It’s no shame at all, ma’am.” Komaeda laughed after a beat, face confused and incredulous like he was waiting for you to admit it was a joke. “Frankly, it’s much more than I deserve-”

“I know about your case. You were brainwashed as a child .” You shook your head. “The same thing could have happened to-” Your voice cut off. A pit opened in your stomach, the same one as every time you thought about your old class.

“It’s alright, ma’am.” He said softly. “I know who you’re referring to.” He glanced back out the window, shrugging. “But at the end of the day, manslaughter still leaves people dead. Manipulated cult members are still members all the same. What does the process matter?”

“Manslaughter and murder have different charges, do they not? Leaders and followers are convicted differently-”

“Not at this scale. It’s alright, you don’t have to comfort me. If it weren’t for the four of you… you know exactly where I would be. For you two to take me in, to give me a purpose-” A smile grew on his face. “Well, I’m rather lucky.”

You were speechless. You didn’t know where to begin. Eventually, you gave up trying to.

“...there is something so… dystopian about what you’ve just said.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.” He frowned. “What I mean to say is, well, I’m in the same house you are. I’m more than at peace.”

“No, no, no.” You laughed. You laughed a bit longer than you had meant. “No. No, Komaeda, I won’t pretend for a second you and I are in the same position-”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” He dipped into as low of a bow as he could sitting down next to you. “I should have never implied you and I were the same, I’m just a lowly bug next to you, I-”

“Komaeda, raise your head for crying out loud.” You scoffed. You continued when his green-grey eyes met yours. “What I mean is that you’re a prisoner. I don’t mean to degrade you, I simply mean I know how bad-” You shook your head. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re happy here. I understand the terms of your employment. You’re trapped within the walls.”

“I don’t know where else I would go.” He shrugged. “I mean, when was the last time you made a day trip?”

Your face fell. Silence fell. Komaeda glanced around anxiously.

“I- I’m sorry-”

“You did nothing wrong.” You said quietly. “Nothing at all.” In your lap, you smoothed out Byakuya’s clothes. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding them so tightly.

*****

The gentle stream of steaming hot cream poured its way down slowly into the egg mixture in the stand mixer. You stopped, your hands, wrapped in black oven mitts, were careful to not spill any. You scrutinized the concoction carefully, searching for any signs of a curdle that might ruin the otherwise perfect consistency of your cream. You let it go for a moment, then continued on.

The pastry bread was ready and cooling on the counter next to one of the industrial ovens. Rows and rows of plain, unfilled eclairs sat waiting. Things were simple, like this: fulfilling your talent. The world seemed less hectic and you could pretend like you were a kid again, waiting for your mother to come home so you could show her what you made. You began the stream of milk again. It ran down the side of the bowl. ‘Careful…’

“Togami-sama?”

“ Eep! ” You jumped at the voice, spilling scalding cream down your arms and onto the counter. “OW!” You put down the pot quickly, splashing more onto the counter. You shook off your oven mitts and rushed to the sink, sticking your arm under a cool stream of water. “Ow…”

“I- I’m so sorry,” Komaeda stammered, hurrying over. He held out his hands, but he seemed to not know what to do. You sighed deeply. “I can’t believe I-”

“It’s… It’s okay, Komaeda.” You pulled your arm out and shut the tap. You looked at the spots the cream had gotten on you. They were red, but didn’t look like they would blister. You rested your elbows on the table and put your face in your hands. ‘Nothing is going right today…’

“Do you keep a first aid kit around here?” He asked softly.

“Drawer next to the oven.” You pointed at it without looking over. You heard his steps and him rummaging through the drawer. He tapped you gently. You looked up. He was holding a tube of pain relief ointment and a roll of bandages. You stuck your hands out for them, but he pulled them away.

“It’s the least I could do.” His face pleaded with you. You held your arms out, not at all in the mood to argue. He uncapped it and put some on his fingers.

His long fingers were so gentle spreading the gel around your arm, working slowly. It hurt a bit, but the ointment helped immediately, and he was careful with his movements. You looked up at his face. He was completely absorbed in the task, soothing your wounds with this delicate massage. The sensation of his warm hands along with the gel was confusing, but certainly nice.

You couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched you. He was so close- you could almost feel his breath against you. He bit his lip in worry and concentration. You wanted to step closer. You wanted his hands on more than your arms. Had he always been that tall-?

There was a knock at the doorframe.

Both of you jumped apart from another at once, and you realized almost as quickly how suspicious that must have seemed. If the driver standing outside the kitchen noticed this, it didn’t show on her face at all.

“Togami-san, your husband is on his way from the airport now. He will arrive in roughly two hours.”

“Ah.” Your heart was beating faster in your chest than you felt it had any right to. “Yes, thank you for letting me know.” You cleared your throat. “Thank you.” She nodded and walked away. Neither you nor Komaeda moved for a moment. “I need to finish up my baking.” Your voice came out a murmur, sounding much more hesitant than you had meant it to. He nodded, slowly.

“Should I…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t know how.

“Get a hand towel and clean this up for me, won’t you?” You asked lightly, gesturing at the counter. He smiled at you, big and bright.

“Of course!” He chirped, scurrying off to do so. You watched him as he left. The mixer was still going. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so terrible to have someone around while you baked.

*****

Everything was just so. The curtains in your bedroom were tied up, but the blinds were just barely opened. You sat on the loveseat and crossed your legs, at the ankles, not the knees. You adjusted the way the skirts of your dress fell around your legs. You cupped the open book you just scanned the pages of over and over again, your mind racing too quickly for you to actually read.

You heard him coming up the stairs. Your stomach tossed and turned. The doorknob clicked and swung open.

“I’ve arrived home.” Byakuya’s low, calm voice came from the door way. You didn’t have to fake your elated expression. You didn’t have to fake the excitement. His small but adoring smile was enough.

“Byakuya,” You beamed, jumping up and hurrying over into his arms. He took you in easily as you breathed the scent of his rich cologne on his suit in deeply. You lifted your head for a kiss. He was every bit as perfect as you remembered. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held you by the waist. You felt tiny in his hands. The kiss was sweet for just a moment. You opened your mouth, an invitation he took readily. His tongue was soft and warm and you could hear his breath begin to speed up. You pulled him even closer, deepening the kiss. He returned in kind, one hand moving up your back and the other to your ass. He kicked the door closed behind him without parting, something you couldn’t help but giggle at.

“Are you laughing at me?” He asked, murmuring it against your mouth.

“Never!” You giggled, pressing another kiss against him. You could feel his smile against your lips. His hands came up and unwrapped you from around your neck.

“What happened here?” He asked, holding your bandaged hand. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice the burns. You’d been stewing on this all day.

“I dropped one of my compacts in the bathroom and the glass broke.” You sighed. “I got cut picking up the glass.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call somebody for something like that before it gets through that pretty head of yours?” He tsked.

“You know I don’t like people in the bedroom.” You pouted. “Especially not for something as small as that.”

“Or as small as this?” He grabbed your wrist and held up your hand. You looked off to the side, still pouting. “You don’t have to worry about doing things like that anymore, doll.” He gave your knuckles a lingering kiss. You watched him, entranced. Warmth pooled below your stomach. The feeling of you husband right there in front of you, holding you, was getting to be too much. You leaned up on your tiptoes, tugging at his tie to pull him down to you. Thankfully, he obliged- it was only about a fifty-fifty shot. It seemed time away from you had made him much more susceptible to your demands than usual.

It wasn’t long before he put his hands under your hips and hoisted you up to carry you. You let out a small squeak before realizing what he was doing and adjusting accordingly. You laughed gleefully as he carried you to your bed and bent to lay you down onto it. You kept your arms and legs wrapped around him.

“Here, take these off-” You reached up to delicately pull off his glasses and fold them up. You put them down onto the ottoman at the foot of the bed, next to where he was standing. You began to unknot his unecessarily complex tie. “This too-”

“Demanding, aren’t we?” He smirked down at you.

“...Was the Eldredge really necessary today?” You furrowed your brow as your long nails struggled to pick out the loops and knots.

“Perhaps, perhaps not. Maybe I like watching you work yourself up trying to undress me.” He kissed down your neck, ending in a bite at the junction between your neck and shoulder that went on almost too long, pulling a moan from your lips as he marked you. Finally, he stood back up, looking at you as he easily undid his tie, just to rub it in your face. He pulled off his jacket too. He was a vision, standing there in his just-slightly-rumpled dress shirt, smug as can be. He finally bent back down over you, pressing you against the mattress as he kissed you.

With that out of the way, you began to work your way down his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it with practiced ease. He didn’t bother pulling away from you as he tossed aside his shirt, hands roaming up and down your body, confident in his touches. They finally found their way up your skirts. You spread your legs for him, your whimpering captured by his mouth as his fingers rubbed up and down the soaked lacy pair of panties you’d picked out just for his arrival.

“You’re like this already?” He snickered, rubbing circles in the material just above your hole. You gasped, hips pushing down against his hand to try to suck him in deeper. He shook his head, feigning disappointment. He changed targets, now moving aside the pretty wrapping and circling your swollen clit. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were something other than my cute, little, housewife.” He punctuated each word in the title with quick, rough movements that stole the breath from your lungs.

“I- I c- couldn’t- hah- ” Your brain was beginning to short circuit, each spark that shouldn’t have been there caused by another press of your clit. Byakuya was playing with your most sensitive area like a toy. You knew you were drenching his hand. “He- Help it- been w- waiting all da- ay! ” Your hands curled into the sheets and pulled. Your thighs were trembling around him.

“All day?”

‘Whoops.’

What you meant to say next was, “Figure of speech. I’d been waiting for two hours. Time moves slowly when I’m waiting for you.” But instead what came out was, “Mmm! Ah! Oh!”

“How did you know all day?” He began to move even quicker. You couldn’t uncross your eyes anymore. Instead, you shook your head, quickly but firmly. You managed to get your hands up to your mouth to cover it, both to let him know where you stood, but also to bite down on your fingers to attempt to ground yourself. “No? No, what? ” He didn’t give you room to answer. It was starting to become so overstimulating it was painful, just like the orgasm building in you by the second. Right as it began to crest and you were closer to sobbing than moaning, he pulled his hand away completely.

Your muscles relaxed all at once, your legs and arms falling down onto the bed as you panted to catch your breath. Still, the denial was uncomfortable in his own way. After just a moment, your body craved more. Your clit throbbed, aching for more stimulation already.

“It was too much for you, doll.” He sucked hard at your neck, bruising and marking it as he pleased. “You couldn’t even give me a straight answer. Go on, now. Clean up your mess.” He pressed his wet fingers against your lips. You took them in without hesitation and sucked on them like you would his cock. You didn’t mind the taste, especially with the idea of sucking him off at some point on your mind. “Good girl. Now let’s try again, alright?” He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, slick and still connected with your spit. He pulled you up into a seated position. He loomed over you, arms crossed and expression serious. He exuded that easy confidence that had drawn you to him in waves like this. “Now, how did you find out?”

But you had principles. You knew if you told him even a bit of your multi-stepped sequence he’d unravel it. You mimed zipping your lips and tossing away the key. He sighed, deeply, like he wasn’t pleased with what he had to do next.

“Alright. I suppose there’s nothing I can do if you want to be punished.” With that, his hands were back on you, and in a flurry of strong, sure hands pulling at you in a way even you didn’t completely understand, you were ass up face down in the mattress. He unzipped your dress and pushed it off of your shoulders. He pulled up your skirts and in one fluid movement, took off and pulled aside your panties. You spread your legs even further, hoping you were a pretty sight for him as he pulled up your dress skirts.

“What a waste of all of this,” He hummed, pushing two fingers into your slick hole easily, and without warning. You could hear the wet noises coming from his movements as he fucked them in and out of you without hurry. You cried out into the mattress, tightening around him, trying to keep him there, but just as you did, he pulled them out. “Oh well.” He said. Without another word, his hand came down in a sharp, painful strike against your ass.

“ Oh, fuck!” You shouted, and were immediately embarrassed at your reaction. You didn’t need to look at Byakuya to know what a condescending look he was giving you. Picturing it made your pussy squeeze around nothing. You hoped you weren’t dripping even more now.

“Language.” He said simply. He drew his hand back and spanked you once more, this one just as hard, but on the other side. You buried your face into the sheets in an attempt to muffle your noises. At once, he made his stance on this clear. “Oh, no, I don’t think so,” He gathered your hair together and pulled your face back up. You were sure any of the staff who had unfortunate timing in bringing Byakuya’s luggage upstairs would hear you. The shame made both your face and loins grow hot. “That doesn’t mean you get to hide that pretty mouth away.” He spanked you once more. You didn’t bother concealing it anymore. You yelped out at the hit.

“ Oww… ” You whined, mostly to yourself. Byakuya rubbed his hands soothingly over the stinging flesh. They felt hot against the abused skin.

“We can stop now, if you’d like.” His voice was much too kind to mean anything good. “If you want to admit to me what little rat told you about my whereabouts.”

“Not a rat- an informant. ” You hissed out, the harsh treatment stripping away your usually kind tone. “And I’m not a sell-out- ”

One, two, three spanks in quick succession, all to the same cheek. Your hips bucked furiously, seeking his touch and reprieve simultaneously. You felt a bead of sweat drip down your thighs. It was beginning to become too much again. You let your torso melt into the bed. You weren’t going to tell him, that much was sure- so the best course of action was to ride out the storm.

“Anything can be bought with the right amount.” It was a core Togami principle you’d heard from him on more than one occasion. He dragged his crotch against your core, the bulging seam of the fabric pressing into you.

“ Yes, Byakuya, please. ” You pleaded, holding still for him to grind against you at his own pace. You couldn’t imagine the mess you must have been making of his expensive dress pants. It only turned you on more, knowing how easily he ruined- and let you ruin- a pair of pants that cost more than you used to make in a week. You could feel his fully hard length against you. It had been too long for sure. You realized it wasn’t just teasing from him. You really were desperate to have his cock inside you once more. “Please, please, please, please- ”

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir!” You replied at once. You loved indulging him. You loved bending the knee at once so you could watch just how well he took charge. Your quick obedience clearly pleased him. He practically growled as he hurriedly took off his belt and unzipped his pants.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit, “Is this what you want so badly? What you’ve been waiting for all day? ” He pushed in the slightest bit. He held your waist tight and unyielding. His grasp didn’t hurt yet, but you were sure that would change in just a bit.

“Yes, sir! Please, sir!” You sobbed, doing your best not to wiggle too much under him. You knew how much he hated that.

He grit his teeth, “ Tell me who told you.” You shut your mouth at once, but you couldn’t help the noises coming from your throat. “So be it.” In one, swift motion, he buried himself inside of you. You yelped, but he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to his long, thick length before he began to slam his hips into you over and over so deeply it was almost cruel. The fabric and zipper of his pants scratched against your sore skin. His other hand wrapped around your waist and helped him gain leverage, rocking your body back and forth like you were weightless just to meet him in each thrust.

“Byakuya, Byakuya- ” Your voice held the cadence of a plea, but even you didn’t know what for. You were sure if he wasn’t holding you up, your knees would have given out you would have fallen further into the mattress. “Please,” Your voice came out a whisper, sprinkled with the broken up noises falling from your lips with each thrust.

“Look at you, doll,” He huffed a breathless laugh. “Debased under me, begging for my cock- this is your favorite duty as my lovely little housewife, isn’t it? This is what you’re good for.” You mewled in response to a perfectly timed press against the very deepest parts of you. “That’s what I thought. I can tell you’re close. You make it so obvious,” Another slap rang out, another stinging pleasure. “Do you wanna cum around your husband’s cock? The one you missed so much you schemed to figure out when I’d come home? Maybe I should tell you more often so I can have you wait at the door for me, kneeling-” He grunted as he adjusted both of you. He leaned down now so his chest was pressed flush against your back, his voice in your ear. “Ruining all those pretty panties I buy for you.”

He was right. Your orgasm was building and building, tight in your body and clearing your mind of anything except for the need to seek it out. Byakuya’s words only brought it that much closer-

And then as he was buried deep inside of you, he stopped. You didn’t complain, not at first. You thought maybe he was going to finally get onto the bed with you, or perhaps adjust you in another way. You waited patiently for his hands but they didn’t move from their spot. You turned around, but he seemed to be waiting for something too.

“Do you wanna tell me now?” He rolled his hips, the slow drag of his cock inside of you sent a new rush of heat up your spine, but it was nothing compared to the feeling you’d had just moments before. You shook your head. “Alright then, let’s try again.”

And at once he continued. You could do nothing but take it as he went on, relentless. This time, however, one hand dipped past your hip, slid down your stomach and down to your clit. He began to rub your clit once more.

“W- wait, wait, please, wait-” But he paid you no heed, instead switching between quickly circling and gently pinching and rubbing your clit between his fingers. The feeling was overwhelming. Your whole body shook under him. It was growing difficult to form words or even think them. The orgasm grew even quicker now.

“Are you ready to tell me now?”

“Hmmnnahhh-”

“You just have to nod for me.”

But you didn’t. You kept your neck rigid. It wasn’t too hard with the way all of your muscles were tensing, doing their best to try to keep up with the stimulation. Byakuya made an impatient, annoyed noise. You were so close, right there-

His hand fell away again and his hips stilled. This time, you certainly did complain. You couldn’t help it. Though there were no words, just needy slurring as you struggled to catch your breath.

“You get so tight right before you cum.” He said, answering a question you didn’t know you had. “I know your body inside and out.” For as composed as he was trying to sound, you could hear his tone only grow more and more hungry. You knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. If nothing else, once he finished the torture would stop. You snaked a hand down to your clit. “Absolutely not.” He grabbed both of your hands and pinned them behind your back, pushing you down hard, trapped between him and the bed. There was no escape.

You grinned. You were right where you wanted to be.

When your breathing had evened out again, he started to fuck you once more. He couldn’t rub your clit this time, but he drove you into the mattress, using the way you were pinned down to make sure each of his thrusts bottomed you out.

You were incredibly full and held down- like this, there was nothing you had to worry about. There were no responsibilities, nothing to organize, no one to care for. Your only concern was to give your body to him, and you did so readily. Even if you didn’t cum, you’d gotten what you came for: a completely wrung out mind.

You vaguely registered Byakuya’s own quiet groans, the control over himself slipping and his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. You could always pin point the moment he lost himself in the feeling, a realization that never failed made your heart flutter just a bit, even after all the time you’d been together. In a couple of moments-

He didn’t disappoint. With a gutteral moan, he stuffed you to the hilt, the head of his cock pressed snugly against your cervix, pumping load after load of cum inside of you. You wrapped your foot around the back of his thigh the best you could, pulling him even closer. It was just too much. Your moans grew higher and higher in pitch, your inner muscles flexed around him once, twice, and then you reached your own climax with a triumphant cry. It washed through you, warm and powerful and worth how much you’d sought it out.

He didn’t let your hips fall into the mattress. He even wrapped an arm around them, continuing to roll his hips against you, making sure to spill every last drop inside of you. He released your hands, but you just used them to pull his other arm around you, too. You knew what he was after- no sex happened without him doing his best to knock you up. It was why he’d always make you stay home, after all. He wanted a pretty breeding bunny to have a beautiful, healthy Togami heir or five.

The two of you stayed in that position for a long moment. He gave your back a lingering kiss as you caught your breath. You held each other wordlessly, an attempt to make sure his seed stayed in you, but something much more than that. Byakuya was a man of subtlety at his heart. He sought his endless ambitions without putting them into words. But you could tell what he was saying by watching what he did carefully. From your husband, this was a silent admission of weakness. An action that told you ‘I missed you.’ much more clearly than waiting around for him to say it out loud.

Finally, when both of your muscles began to burn and it became too noticeable that you needed to clean up, he pulled away. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you. You waited in the position as he tucked himself away and gathered a small washcloth from the bathroom. You reached out for it, but he ignored your hand, coming around to clean you up himself.

“I… admire your resilience .” Despite his slightly mocking tone and the obvious circumstances, you knew he meant it. It only confirmed your hypothesis about how badly he’d missed you on this extra-long trip. You smiled into the mattress. You knew he didn’t need you to say anything.

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suitov · 2 years ago

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Tall.

Talllllll.

He'd waited a couple of months in case his growth spurt finally showed itself. (He was still optimistic, but why did it have to take so long?) He'd doodled the hearts in his notebooks, got hold of last year's yearbook just to see what that person looked like in their photo...

(Oddly enough, that'd been a wash. Though technically included, instead of a picture there was just an X and a note that this particular student had missed photo day owing to an accident.)

He'd made so many playlists. (He'd considered Cotton Eye Joe, but it was about a troublesome stud, and he didn't want to think of his... well, fine, call them a crush, might as well admit it... that way. It didn't seem nice.)

He thought he'd basically run down the list of things you were supposed to do when you liked someone from the year above. Obviously not including some of the things in Komaru's mangas, which he was pretty sure didn't happen in real life. He didn't want to become a yandere anyway! He just... well... wished senpai would notice him...

I really am so really, totally average and boring! he'd thought, and then, because feeling hopeless had never come easily to him, he'd decided to do something about it. Take action! Like a strong, macho, tall shounen hero!

So he'd slipped an anonymous note into their locker. Like a brave, tall, etc.

He peeped around the corner under cover of picking up an assortment of books, papers and sticker sheets scattered by a broken bag strap, which was an entirely believable occurrence. He'd had to wave off several kind classmates who wanted to help him.

Eventually, his target... no, bad word choice. His crush appeared. For some reason, there were sticking plasters all over his face and even a few bruises. He tried to do what Kyoko did and deduce what'd happened, but he must not be very good at it because he doubted the school would allow some kind of huge clawed predatory animal on campus, surely(?)...

But then his crush opened the locker, found and read the note, and did something totally unexpected.

His face, the same cute face seen in a hundred daydreams, crumpled. He covered his expression with a sleeve, as if ashamed to be seen with anything other than the habitual cute smile Makoto had been hoping for, and rushed away from his locker.

In Makoto's direction, as it happened. Right towards all the dropped -- oops! -- and tripped right on his face at his feet.

Not how Makoto had hoped to make a cute boy fall for him.

"N-Nagito! Are you okay?" The panic was, at least, enough to shatter his shyness.

Nagito let himself be helped up as far as his knees. "Sorry," he said, and seemed to be trying way too hard to sound normal. "How clumsy of me. Let me tidy these..."

"It's fine!" Makoto scooped up everything in some haste and shoved the crumpled collection back in his bag. "That wasn't even you... what's wrong?"

Nagito's cute, upset eyes, more green than grey under the fluorescent tubes, darted here and there. "Ah, just in a hurry to... deliver a note for someone." His hand, on his knee, clenched a familiar paper. "Which I'd better go and do before the next class starts! So if you'll accept my apologies for not paying more attention..."

Makoto could have let the excuse stand. He could let his senior save face. He could let it go.

And then he'd never know why his dumb love confession caused that moment of pure misery.

No! He couldn't let this go!

"Nagito, uh... could you please..." He hastily cracked open the nearest classroom door and, by luck, found it vacant. "...c-come in here for a minute!" Nagito definitely looked reluctant. "Please?" he said again, lamely, and plucked at his blazer sleeve.

"I..." Nagito seemed to be looking for an excuse. But maybe Makoto's pleading look (Celeste called it "perma-puppy-face", but that was wrong; he could be manly when he wanted!) had its effect. Because, without another word, he got up and followed him into the empty room.

"Let's sit down," Makoto said. He pulled a chair back towards the desk behind and straddled it in a mature and trustworthy manner. Nagito sank down at the desk without further protest.

And Makoto was stuck for anything else to say.

"I really must be a pathetic sight," murmured Nagito, "if even someone from the junior year was moved to take pity on me."

Makoto's head jerked up. "Hey! That's not true!"

"Ah... not pity, then. Reproach? Perhaps you're here to bully me?" The paper was whisked out of sight into a pocket. "Normally I'd be happy to oblige, of course... as long as you take it easy on my face, which has already taken its share of damage today. Did you want my lunch money? I have plenty, and I wasn't hungry anyway."

How was he supposed to react to this... frankly worrying kind of talk? Makoto showed his palms frantically. "No, no! I don't want... you're older and taller than me anyway! If anything, it's me who should still be finding you intimidating!"

Nagito was silent exactly like someone who had noticed the word "still" and was turning it over.

"That's not exactly what I meant," Makoto added, scratching his cheek self-consciously. "Listen, Nagito, I'm worried because it looked like you got upset by something. That's really all! I don't want to do anything to your face. Well, not, I mean... I don't want to beat it up, is what I mean!" Smooching might count as anything, but not right now.

"Well." That word managed to convey a great deal of skepticism and, oh dear, he really hoped Nagito wasn't judging him too hard, because the situation was only going to get awkwarder from here. "That's very kind. But, as I believe I explained, the unseemly hurry on my part was only because I didn't want to be late. So, if that's all?"

This kind of thing was definitely easier in Komaru's manga! The love interest would be pouring her or his heart out on the hero's dumb brown uniformed shoulder and he could go pat pat with his strong reassuring tall hands and declare that everything would be all right...

"It's just," said Makoto, drawing on all his heroic brave courageousness to get the words out, "that what it looked like, actually, um, was that you found a note in your locker that upset you."

He didn't miss the minute twitch of the hand towards the trouser pocket.

"And, uh, that was especially troubling, because it was the one who put m-- I mean, I was the one who put it there." He gave himself full points for gumption, B minus for getting the actual words out.

Unfortunately, Nagito's reaction was... actually more of a non-reaction? His expression closed off like a slammed locker door.

"Uh, Nagito?"

"Well. So you were here to bully me after all. Well played, Makoto Naegi. You truly had my guard down. A one-two punch worthy of the Ultimate Boxer himself." Nagito began to rise to his feet.

"Wait! Please!" Makoto clutched desperately for a sleeve. That had been that same completely unexpected reaction again. "I don't know what you think's happening, but you've got it wrong, Nagito. I'm not here to do anything horrible. Listen, I don't care if you're not into guys or not into me or whatever. I just don't want to see you hurt by some... some lame confession from some nobody..."

Nagito's beautiful eyes were narrowed. But he wasn't leaving just yet! Still a chance to mitigate the damage!

"You don't have to return my feelings, Nagito. I'm not under any illusion that I'm anyone who'd get noticed among all the amazing people here, especially you. Like, you probably get a lot of admirers and stuff, and I'm really not expecting anything from you, so... so please don't be sad or mad at me! I'm sorry for however I upset you!" He kind of wished he did have that puppy face like Celeste said. He'd puppy-eye the heck out of this disaster of a conversation.

Nagito extracted a crumpled fistful of paper from his pocket. He smoothed it out on the tabletop. His eyes, greyer than green but at least not hate-filled, scanned it up and down.

"Makoto. Are you saying," Nagito asked in a flat, lifeless voice without much hope in it, "that this is an honest representation of your feelings?"

"Well, yeah! Obviously... well, I wasn't completely sure how many Es there are in 'beauteous', but other than..." Something was scrabbling increasingly urgently at his scattered attention. "Hold it... are you sa... did you think that was fake?"

Nagito gave no reply.

"Oh my gosh, Nagito, why would you ever think that? When you're so beautiful and graceful and" tall so tall please ruffle my hair and let me kiss you on tiptoe "smart and everything? And you're so cool, you have zippers on your shoes and that wallet chain with the skull, and you even share my talent, except yours seems way cooler and... how am I supposed to not have a crush on you?"

There was a pause.

"It's generally written with an A and two Es, not three," said Nagito.

"Oh. Uh. Sorry."

"Uh." Nagito bit a fingernail. It didn't look like the first time the nail had been bitten.

Is he blushing? If only those bandages weren't hiding half his face...

"I think," said Nagito, "that I have made an entirely characteristic mess of this conversation."

Makoto's laugh startled them both. "That's exactly what I was thinking a minute ago..."

"Right. Uh. Well. I'm sorry that I... all of that. I shouldn't have unloaded on you that way."

"It's fine. It's okay." Though I still don't know why he'd think... that... "Did someone play a trick like that on you before, or...?"

Nagito winced. "It just seemed the obvious conclusion at the time."

What's this guy been through if that was the obvious conclusion? "Well, like I said, it's--"

Out in the hallway, the bell rang.

"--aw, darn. And I didn't even get to ask... um. Would you be okay with talking again later? Find me at lunch? I'm usually with Mondo and Chihiro."

"Huh." Nagito blinked twice. "You actually want to hold a second conversation with me."

"More than two, I hope!" Makoto insisted.

"Hope..." Nagito smiled like he'd said something funny. He didn't get it, but the smile was the important thing. "I'll... speak to you later, then, Makoto Naegi."

"Yay!" Makoto bounced on his seat. "I mean yesss! I mean, uh... yeah, that'd be... cool. Yeah." He beamed toughly at the pretty, pretty guy.

With a shake of his beautiful head, Nagito left the room.

I... I just...

"I just talked to my crush and he doesn't completely hate me, yeeeeah!" Makoto leapt up, danced around and crashed over when his shoelace promptly tied itself around the chair leg.

"You saw nothing," he said to the desk. The desk, cowed by his tallness, said nothing at all.

#makoto naegi #komaegi #nagito komaeda

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fluffy-puffy22 · 3 years ago

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༄pairing(s): kirishima Eijiro X Gn!reader

༄genre: fluff, do I put angst bc of jealousy? Idk angst just in case.

༄warnings: fluff, jealousy, swearing, reader is said to have boobs but no pronouns are specified, flirting (from random stranger)

༄Angels notes: I realize I haven’t written anything in a hot minute and I’m really sorry I’ve been so busy smh. But yes requests are open and I’m very happy to make this. Also sorry for the late answer I’m seriously lacking. Request made by @kokichis-nagito I hope you like it.

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Kirishima’s a pretty confident guy. He’s tall, built like a Greek God, he’s sweet, caring, perfect husband or boyfriend material.

He’s practically everyones dream guy plus some. And he knows all of this. Knows how woman’s and men alike swoon and the mere thought of him. He knows how thirsty people are for him.

And he’s got the hottest, most wonderful partner in the world to mix in with all of it. Kirishima knows he’s a package. Knows he’s a walking sex dream. He’s aware how people look at him, how people feel about him.

How me makes people feel.

And let me tell you he basks in the attention. Wears it like a causal t-shirt. He loves it.

Kirishima is a oversized puppy. He needs attention, love, doting, coddling, praise, the works. And if he doesn’t get that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Which is why this situation was not ideal for the number 5 hero.

He had a day off so I’m his head he didn’t think there was a better way to spend it other than taking his baby out to spoil them.

He took you out to the mall to let you get whatever it was your heart desired. We’re you a little hesitant to just buy what you wanted? Yes. But Kirishima’s kept telling you it was fine, and that he just wanted to treat you.

And you gave in.

You bought the things you wanted, happily walking around with Kirishimas around around your shoulder. Being busy looking into shops to see where to go next made your completely miss how everyone was staring at you and your hero boyfriend.

And you also missed how he was completely and utterly loving it. All the attention pointed at the two of you as he showed you off. It was everything he expected. Who wouldn’t stare when he had a fine specimen such as yourself under his arm?

So when you walked away from him to go into another shop he didn’t think much of it, leaning again the wall scrolling through his phone while you shopped away.

The last thing he’s thinking about is ‘oh I better make sure no one’s flirting with me s/o.’ No. That’s not how he thinks.

His eyes move from his phone to the rack of clothes you were looking at, almost missing the guy who was talking to you.

Wait…

The guy who’s talking to you?

Kirishimas head shot back to where you were, seeing how this random guy was making you laugh, holding clothes that you were thinking buying with a happy smile and seeing how he kept glancing down at your chest with a thirsty look in his eye.

One thing babe didn’t know how to do was react. The smile you were giving him was the one you gave him when he made you laugh. To him your eyes seemed to be almost sparkling while talking to him.

Was he making you that happy?

Could anyone just make you that happy?

Was he doing something wrong?

Suddenly any remaining confidence he had was replaced with pure jealousy. He watched the guys hand tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

Kirishima’s was everyone’s dream guy. So why was he getting jealous over some random shop worker who thought he had a shot with you when you had him?

He finally moved from his spot against the wall. The 7 foot giant known as your boyfriend immediately caught your attention, your smile went from the worker to him as quicker than even you expected.

“Eiji, there you are! I’ve been trying to call you to see if your home some things for me but thankfully Kai came along and helped me out.” You smiled.

Kai huh? That’s the bastard trying to take you from him.

He mentally slapped himself. Why was he so jealous? This guy didn’t have anything he didn’t. His usual smile was instead a cute pout, the one you had familiarized yourself with meaning he was upset.

Kai sent the hero a wave, a red tint that reminded him of a blush on his cheeks as he listened to you talk. Kirishima didn’t want to just be cold to the guy, that’s not who he was. But how was he supposed to be friendly when this guy clearly had a thing for his baby?

You knew something was up with the hero, but you wanted to see exactly what. So in order to that, you tested the waters.

“So Kai you said something about wanting to be a professional fitness trainer? How’s that going?” Whatever light that left when Kirishima got there was bow back as he stared at you with bright eyes. It boiled his blood.

Kirishima just watched as Kai talked and talked to you. Noting his every giggle you gave his cheeks would redden. He suddenly grabbed your hand, making Kirishimas eyes widen like saucers.

“You should come bye my gym some day and we can work out together.” The red heads fists balled and un-balled. His self control was going better than he thought, until he noticed him tuck another strand hair behind your ear and he started to slowly lean in.

That’s when he just put any clothes you had in your arms on the floor and threw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass before glaring back and Kai and walking out with you.

This earned him plenty of stares, but for once he didn’t care about the attention he was being given, he just wanted to get you home.

“Eijiro Kirishima but me down now!” You shout made his blood run cold and he sat you on the ground, not liking hie his full name sounded coming out of your mouth in that tone.

He did jet say a word, just frowned to the ground. His he had dog ears they’d be flat against his head. The look on your face wasn’t an amused one, and he hated it.

“What was that about? Are you ok?” How was he supposed to tell you he was jealous? He didn’t even know why he was jealous.

Was it because another guy was flirting with you? Of because your attention wasn’t pointed towards him? He didn’t know. And it bothered him.

The mumble under his breath almost went unheard by you. It was almost funny. 7’0 tall Kirishima Eijiro, 275 pounds of pure muscle, was scared to tell his s/o— who was a hell of a lot smaller than him, what was wrong.

“What was that?”

“I said I’m jealous okay!” His pout was almost strange considering his usual persona, but you were used to it. He was really just a large baby.

You sighed, placing a gentle kiss on his nose before burying your face in his man tiddies (I couldn’t help myself I’m sorry) he huffed, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him.

“You’re mine right? All mine?” His words almost came out strong if it weren’t for the whisper at the end. You chuckled, letting your man baby’s head with a smile.

“All yours Eij, all yours.”

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Thank you for reading this crappy word barf. I hope I somewhat filled your request how you were hoping. Comments and reblogs are happily appreciated, Along with constructive criticism. Please don’t steal my work, plagiarism is a crime remember that.

#puffy.writes⁉️#anime #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #xreader #fluff #jealous!kirishima #request #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #I started work blurbing after some point #started strong but slowly started to decline #mha #bnha

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yanderepalace · 4 years ago

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Yandere Nagito 🍬 drugged candy prompt

CW: drugging, aphrodisiacs, ns*w themes, degradation, name calling, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

You shut the door of your cabin with a huff, sinking to the wooden floor and held your knees to your chest. The days were exhausting, living in a killing game is not exactly easy. Watching as your classmates were picking off one by one. Wondering who could be next, who you could trust, it does something to a person.

It doesn’t help that you were trapped on this island with that strange man who seemed to take an intense liking to you. You were hardly alone anymore with him on your trail. No matter how many times you tell him off, he’s always within range. Making unwanted creepy comments and advances.

You tried never to be alone with him, out of fear of what he may do. The others have taken notice of his creepy behavior he deemed as “flattery” and tried their best to protect you but there wasn’t much they could do.

On the other hand, you saw the way everyone else treated Nagito. Even if it was justified, you felt sympathetic towards him. You hated to admit it, but you did. Even after all he’s done to you, you were sure he had good in him somewhere. You were all under stress so you sympathized with him, even if you never said it out of fear.

How long had you been sitting there, just staring at the floor. You snapped out of your thought and sighed, steadily standing up but as soon as you do, you hear a knock at the door.

Who could It be at this hour, everyone should be asleep by now. Groaning, you stumble over to your locked door and swing it open. Seeing no one there, you look down at your feet. There on the ground lay a small box with a neatly wrapped bow.

Perplexed, you pick it up. Who would leave you a gift at this hour, or just in general. You rolled your eyes, of course you know who it was. You had a feeling that you shouldn’t open it, considering all he’s done but your curiosity got the best of you. Lifting the lid, revealing a note reading “S/O, My Only Hope”

Scoffing, you tossed the note, you hated when he called you that. When he rambled on and on about how you were his shining hope in the pits of his despair or whatever. Looking down at the box once again, you saw a single piece of candy, wrapped in unlabeled foil.

You stared down at it, did he expect you to eat this? You played with in your palm, lost in thought once again. What’s the worst that could happen, after all, you believed there was good in him, maybe this was his way of showing it, a redemption or apologize even.

You might as well give him a second chance. Your stomach grumbled, and a little candy never hurt. Placing the sugar on your tongue, savoring the strong chocolatey flavor.

It was fine, you made a mental note to make sure to thank him tomorrow for his kind gesture. You walked to your bathroom to get ready for bed, taking care of your nightly routine.

Freezing in your tracks on your way out as you saw a tall dark figure in the shadows of your room. You were paralyzed, you must be seeing things. You feared for the worst.

Just then, you felt a familiar tingling sensation, but it was stronger, unrelenting. Could it be the fear? Your body was definitely reacting, just not in the way you expected. Your stomach developed butterflies and your skin felt hot to the touch.

You called out, “Is someone there?” Your voice trembling. It suddenly clicked in your mind, it must be Nagito.

You were proven right when he emerged from the dark, eyeing the empty wrapper that lay on your bed, “Did you enjoy the candy?” He said so naturally as if he didn’t just break into your cottage.

“Nagito?” Your eyes adjusted to the sight, making out the details of his white hair and green figure. “What are you doing he- wait, how’d you get in here?” You looked down to find your hands shaking, is it out of fear?

He laughed. “Is it finally kicking in?” he smirked, walking forward.

Your head was spinning. “What’s kicking in, what are you talking about?” You said in between short pants.

It couldn’t have been the candy, could it? He couldn’t have.. drugged you, right?

Whatever it was, you knew what that feeling was craving, and you knew you needed it bad.

Looking around and realizing how suggestive this situation was, just you and Nagito in a dark bedroom. You could feel the sexual tension brewing quickly. The throbbing coming from between your trembling legs and you noticed the space between you becoming smaller and smaller.

You lost awareness with Nagito standing right in front of you, almost chest to chest. His eyes peered down at you. He opened his mouth, about to answer but instead taking a breath and closing his lips with a smirk. “Oh, nothing.” He hummed, playing with a strand of your hair which you strangely didn’t pull away from.“Not that it matters now.” He smiled widely. “It’s already too late.” His voice was low and raspy, he chuckled deeply.

His words meant nothing to you, they went right through you. All you could think about was how his warm breath felt on your face, how you could feel his warmth from in front of you, how his low voice whispered to you in a way you’ve never heard before.

Not feeling in control of your body, your shaking hand rose to his chest, pressing your palm against his warm pectoral. Inching closer, you pressed your own body against his, needing to feel his skin against yours. It all happened so fast it felt natural, it felt so natural to press your lips against his clavicle and tasting the salty taste.

Your movements became more and more desperate, your hands roamed his unmoving body. Looking up at his face once again which remained unchanged. An almost bored expression displayed on his pale features but his mouth corners tugged upward. “Nn, Nagito.” you slurred your words, not able to think of a discernible sentence. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?” he said calmly. All you did was whine in retaliation, that’s all you could do. You wanted, needed him to touch you.

Your head filled to the brim with explicit visions of all your perverted desires and thoughts, a cherry red blush forming on your skin.

Your hands slipped to the buttons on your shirt, popping them off one by one. You pressed your body against his once again, smelling his scent. “Please.” you strained “Touch me.” You gripped onto his shirt “Please.” burying your face in the crook of his neck again, “I want you.” You looked up at him with teary eyes, the feeling was almost unbearable. The full ache inside your core was unbearable.

“Is that why you’re acting like such a slut right now?” His eyes narrowed, staring right through you. “You just wanted me to fuck you?” Despite your throbbing sex, you felt the humiliation burning your cheeks.

He remained still, but he spoke, “You want me, huh?” He started. “If you want me so bad,” His fingers gripped your chin, making you face him directly. “Then beg.” His grin morphed into something more sadistic. You, desperate for relief, did as you were told.

A moment of silence until your voice whined “Please.” Submissive eyes looked up at him desperate. A deep wheezy laugh came from his throat, “You really think that’s good enough?” A disgusted, pitying expression looked down at you as Nagito’s voice lowered “How pathetic.”

His eyes scanned your face, admiring those delicate features he adored so much now covered with need, need for him. A firm grip held your chin, “Please what?” Enunciating his words to make a point.

You lowered your gaze, your lips were trembling. Your body was telling you one thing but your dignity said another.

“Don’t act all shy now, you just were so desperate for me, displaying how much of a whore you really are.” Looking down at you from a furrowed brow. “Go on, show me how much you really want it,” he paused to look at you deeply. “and beg.” enunciating the end once again.

You were reaching your boiling point, losing your senses. Without a second thought you dropped to the hard floor, bruising your knees in front of the tall man.

“Fuck, oh god, please fuck me Nagito!” Letting the tears in your eyes fall and stain your cheeks. “Fuck me, I’m begging you!”

The sight of you beneath him, your glazed eyes with so much need within them was more than enough to get his cock throbbing inside his pants since long ago. Using all the self-control he could muster not to pin you down and have his way with you. Fulfill every desire he hid deep in his psyche since the first day he met you.

He wanted to get back at you for all those times you berated him and rejected his advances. All those times you rejected fate, how you two were destined to be. You were going to learn your lesson as he played with you all night, making sure you knew how it felt to want something so so bad and never getting it through the selfishness of others.

You were going to learn.

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ohmyronpa-imagines · 3 years ago

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Hi, am I able to request Gundham x reader in a killing game AU….. Possibly someone try’s to kill the reader and Gundham manages to save them (you don’t have to include this….just wasn’t sure if I’m supposed to specify anything)

Ahhh, once again, I ended up neglecting this blog. I apologize! Again... Anyways, please enjoy! - Mod Hajime

Gundham Saving You from an Attempted Murder (Killing Game AU)

You had decided to take a midnight stroll, just to clear your mind.

After the last trial, Nagito had been locked up. Although you felt a little safer, you were still weary.

How could someone kill another person? The idea of committing a murder was foreign to you, and you’d never be able to do it, even with a motive.

As you took in a deep breath and tasted the ocean air, a smile crossed your face.

Despite the circumstances, you still thought the island was beautiful.

You turned around as you heard a bush rustle. Whipping your head around and searching for the noise, you fell into a nervous sweat. There was a dark air closing in on you and it felt as if you were being hunted.

Finally getting your legs to work, you took off. You could hear the footsteps of your pursuer following you.

Your heart hammered against your chest and you gasped for air. Running on sand was quickly tiring as your shoes kept sinking into the floor.

Suddenly you were tackled to the ground and you let out a scream. Your attacker was wearing a simple white mask that only showed the eyes. You couldn’t see the color as you were too preoccupied with trying to get them off.

Their hands pinned yours to the ground and you screamed, desperately trying to shove them off of you.

Sand was kicked up and some got in your mouth, however your screaming didn’t stop.

Your attacker growled and pulled out a sharp drop point knife. The silver blade shimmered in the night sky. A tear rolled down your face, were you really about to die?

They lifted their arm and then brought it down to plunge it into your body.

But in one swift movement, their knife was thrown out of their hand and they were tackled to the ground.

Disbelief held you as you watched a tall figure dressed in black, fight your attacker. The hidden person quickly escaped and ran away from the scene, leaving you and your savior alone.

Your hero appeared out of the shadows, revealing himself as the one and only, Gundham Tanaka.

Quickly hauling yourself up, you ran into Gundham’s arms and let out a sob. All the emotions your adrenaline had pushed down had risen and were coming out all at once.

Gundham was rendered speechless. He couldn’t even give a grand speech, not that he felt it was appropriate. In all honesty, he’d only been able to save you thanks to hearing your screaming. And it seemed invalidating if he were to tell you he did it all himself.

He hesitantly put his hand on the small of your back and rubbed it, “Do not be afraid. I will fight off that fiend if they come again. I, Gundham Tanaka, will protect you from harm, blessed one.” He had no nickname for you, but you were truly blessed by the gods for surviving a murder attempt.

As he waited for you to calm down, he made sure to keep a look out for the attacker. If that putrid mortal were to come back, he would smite them down into the fiery pits of hell.

Eventually, he led you back to your cabin. Before he left you reached out and grabbed his scarf, “Don’t leave. Please.” You begged.

All you felt was uneasy and unsafe. Never in your life had you been as scared as you were now.

Gundham sighed and reluctantly agreed. He’d never slept in the same room as another person, let alone in such close proximity.

He chose to sleep in the chair close to your bed as you slept on your bed. As he turned off your light he let a soft smile appear on his face.

“Sleep well, my Blessed Warrior.”

#gundham x reader #mod hajime #gundham tanaka

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baecvlt · 4 years ago

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Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

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It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

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nagito-kissmaeda · 4 years ago

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alright as much as i love komaeda. i think i remember you say you had a soft spot for kazuichi as well (if this wasnt you im so sorry shksjdkk) sooo! any possibility we could get a fem reader with kaz nsfw? oneshot or headcanons, either is fine!! stay hydrated pwease 🥺

ミ☆ Aight! This ended up being huge, i hope that's fine sdkgjskdgjs. So yeah, have my first non-komaeda work on this blog aha. I do actually really like Souda, he's a dork <3

Contains: Fem Reader, No pronouns used, Explicit Sexual Content Word Count: 3932

It’s cold, and it’s dark. Your heels are too tall to walk comfortably in, especially down the poorly paved back roads that lead to the train station. The moon hangs high in the sky and is your only source of light as you are rounding the final corner, you tug your shawl tighter around your shoulders, though the fabric is so thin that it doesn’t provide much warmth at all.

You hadn’t dressed for walking, you weren’t meant to be walking at all, but the night hadn’t gone as planned in more ways than one. You sigh shakily as you finally reach the train station, sitting down on one of the open benches and shivering as the cool air passes through you again.

The next train isn’t for an hour.

You can feel yourself starting to tear up, pressing the heel of your palms into your eyes to try and stop the tears from coming. A quiet sob escapes your lips and your shoulders shake.

Fishing your phone from your pocket, you quickly wipe your nose on the back of your hand and dial your best friend’s number. The dial tone rings hollow in your ear for a few seconds, and then he picks up:

You sniffle, “Hey, Kaz.”

“Oh! Hey!” He replies, you can hear his mechanical keyboard clacking in the background over some upbeat music, “Aren’t you meant to be on a date?” he spams a key frantically and then hisses out a quiet, “goddammit, fuyuhiko”

It’s game night. You would usually be playing with them if not for the disaster of a date. You, Kazuichi and Nagito play together once a fortnight, Fuyuhiko joins when he can, but he’s busy more often than the rest of you are. Everyone was upset when you said you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight, you’re upset too now, but hindsight is 20/20.

“I was on a date, it just uh…” you clear your throat, trying not to sound so sad, “it didn’t go so well?”

“Shit! Are you okay?” Kazuichi says loudly, “ah, fuck. One second -“ he starts talking to the others over the headset, “-yeah I have to go AFK for a bit, sorry. Everything’s fine, Nagito. stop getting so worked up. Yeah, I’ll be back soon” you hear his headset clunk on the desk and his old chair creak when he stands up. Kazuichi always paces when he talks on the phone. It’s cute, “are you safe? Did he try anything?” Kaz says quite seriously.

You smile, it’s nice that he worries about you, “No, nothing like that, he was just a dickhead. He was also my ride home though, I’m waiting for the train.”

“No you aren’t.” He says decisively, grabbing his keys from by the front door. You hear them jangle in his palm as he heads out to his car, “I’m coming to get you, which station?”

“You don’t have to, Kaz! It’s game night!”

Kazuichi chuckles, opening the driver's side door and getting into the car, “oh yeah, you think that both Nagito and Fuyuhiko would be happy to hear I left you stranded out in the cold?” He turns on the ignition and you hear the car rev to life, “Nagito would get all passive aggressive and Fuyuhiko would get regular aggressive and I just don’t feel like dealing with that tonight.”

“Okay okay!” You reply, marvelling and how easy it is for Kazuichi to make you laugh even when you’re feeling miserable, “You’ve got me, I won’t make you suffer through that.”

“Which station are you at? I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

***

It only takes about ten minutes for you to see Kazuichi’s familiar car pull into the parking lot. The car itself is pretty old, but Kaz always manages to keep it running, he takes better care of it than he does himself and that’s a little sad honestly, but you shouldn't be one to talk. If it wasn’t for him, your own car would be stuck in a ditch somewhere, you’re useless with repairs. Maybe that’s why you’ve clung this close to him for so many years.

Kaz rolls down the window when you step closer, giving you a sad smile, “You doing alright?”

You return the smile, and open the passenger side door, “Yeah. I'm alright now.”

“Sure you don't want me to drive back there and punch him?.” you can see his fingers tapping on the steering wheel, you can tell that he’s only half joking.

“He’s not worth it. Just a total asshole.”

You don’t see Kaz without his contacts very often, only when he’s caught off guard. When he turns to look at you, his brown eyes catch the glow from the streetlight outside the car. His glasses are thick rimmed and his eyes are actually very pretty, you don't know why you haven't told him that. You don't know why you can't manage to tell him that now.

“Do you wanna talk about it...or?”

You shrug, kicking your heels off into the footwell and clicking in your seatbelt, “There isn't much to talk about. He just...I dunno…”

Kazuichi puts the car back in gear and starts reversing out of the parking lot, he sighs, “you dunno? Or you dont wanna tell me?” he pulls the car back onto the main road and starts heading towards your apartment, “you don't have to or anything, i just...i worry about you, i guess.”

“He said I was ugly.” you finally say, feeling yourself deflate a little at the memory, “It’s a stupid thing to be so upset about but, it just...hurt…”

“Wait. So did he just sit down at the table and call you ugly? Straight off the bat?”

You laugh a little, “No no! It wasn't quite that bad, his exact words were ‘not as pretty as the people i usually date’ and then he tried to pour me a glass of wine like he hadn't just insulted me.”

“Fuck, man.” Kaz huffs and runs a hand through his hair, “Are you sure you don't want me to punch him?”

“I’m sure, if we saw him again I’d probably punch him myself and then we would both get in trouble.” You sigh, lifting your hands up behind your head to work on undoing the elaborate updo you had coaxed your hair into before leaving home, “I tried really hard to look nice. I really did.”

Kazuichi swallows, eyes drifting to where you are sitting beside him. Sucking in a breath at the way the orange light from the streetlamps illuminates you in the darkness. The slope of your bare neck, the way your delicate fingers work to undo your hair.

“Yeah, well, that guy was an idiot.” Kazuichi breathes, and turns his eyes back to the road, “you look really good tonight.”

There’s a beat, and then he says-

“-I...I mean, you look good every night. Not just tonight or anything, I just meant that you look, like, especially good tonight. As opposed to normal, when you look good, but not like--”

“Kaz!” You exclaim, resting your hand on top of his on the stick shift. You can't help but wonder why the feeling of his hand under yours makes your heart race, “It’s fine, you don't need to explain it, i know what you’re trying to say. Thank you.”

His mouth curls up in a lopsided smile, and you pull your hand away as he shifts the car into fourth, “It’s going to be a bit before we get back to your place, you can hook your phone up to the bluetooth if you want.”

“Yeah, uh, thanks…” you say, doing as he said and connecting your phone to his stereo system. You pick something light to listen to, not really feeling like anything more than that, “Kaz?”

His eyes flit over to you, “Yeah?”

You sigh, combing your fingers through your hair, “Could I come back to your place instead, I know it’s game night but i--” you turn away from him to look out the window, “--I don't want to be alone. I’ll just replay the night over and over, all I will do is make myself feel worse.”

“Oh.” He clears his throat, “Yeah, sure! My apartment is kind of a mess though? I wasn't expecting company or anything.”

“What? No girls coming over tonight?” you tease.

Kazuichi laughs halfheartedly, “Yeah, no girls. It’s fine though, I'm sure Nagito and Fuyuhiko will understand when I tell them I can't play, and I can sleep on the couch if you want to take my bed.” he panics a little, “Or, you--you can take the couch. You don't have to sleep in my bed.”

It’s cute when Kazuichi gets flustered. You’ve always taken joy in riling him up a little, just to see his cheeks turn pink. In the dim light of the car, you can see that his roots are starting to grow back, it's probably been at least a month since he last dyed his hair. You feel...special. That you get to see him wearing his glasses and when his hair is still undyed. Not many people get to. There aren't many he trusts enough.

There’s a little bump when he pulls the car up into his parking spot and you shiver just a little when he turns off the ignition and the heating turns off with it.

Kazuichi notices, “Let’s get you inside before you freeze, huh?”

“Good idea.” You reply, opening the door and stepping out of the car. Kazuichi locks the car quickly and then starts heading up the stairs to his apartment, you follow behind him rubbing your arms to stave off the cold, “Thank you again, by the way, for coming to get me.”

He unlocks the front door and gestures for you to go in before him, “Hey, no need to thank me. What are friends for?” He closes the door behind the both of you, and you lean one hand against the wall for balance as you take off your shoes.

You’ve always liked his apartment. You like that none of his plates match, that his desk is always covered with nuts and bolts from whatever he has last been tinkering with. You dont think you’ve ever seen the overhead lights on, there’s a lamp in almost every corner of the room and he uses those instead. Kazuichi has always liked it a little dim, it's cozier anyway, so you don't mind.

“Do you want something to drink?” He says, toeing off his own shoes and putting them next to yours by the door, “I have tea, it’s Nagito’s weird herbal stuff though.”

You laugh, “If by ‘weird herbal stuff’ you mean chamomile, then that would be fine.”

“Yeah, that sounds right. I dunno, he just left it in my cupboard last time he came over.” He starts heading into the kitchen, but quickly turns back to face you, “Uh, do you have something else to wear, you probably don't, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I didn't really think about that.” you grimace, sleeping in the dress is the last thing you want to do, “Can i borrow a shirt or something?”

Kazuichi turns visibly pink, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah, sure! You know where my room is, just grab anything you want from the top drawer, I don't mind.”

He turns to head back into the kitchen and you walk over to his bedroom door. It’s true that you have been in here many times, but something about the way it feels tonight is different. For some reason, seeing the mess of dark grey sheets on his bed makes your heart speed up, just a little.

You shake the thoughts away and head over to his drawers, rifling through to find something comfortable. There’s an old band t-shirt that looks at least three sizes too big for Kaz, but the perfect size for you to wear to bed. It smells like his laundry detergent.

“Everything okay in here?” Kazuichi asks, peering around the doorframe almost like he is too nervous to enter his own room.

You smile, “Yeah, all good. I’m just going to change now if that’s okay?”

He turns pink again, and his voice squeaks when he says, “sure! I’ll just be...in the kitchen…”

When he turns away, you bring your hands up to the zipper at the back of your dress, but are only able to tug it down half an inch before it gets stuck. You huff and continue pulling to no avail. “Hey, Kaz?”

He comes back to the door, “Uh. yeah?”

“I think my zipper is stuck, would you mind?”

Kazuichi swallows, “Oh, uh, sure.” He steps around behind you, and brushes your hair over your shoulder so it won't get in his way. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, you can feel how shaky his hands are when they grab the zipper and slowly start working it down. Your heart is racing. Why is it so fast?

“I think...I think it’s unstuck now.” He whispers, the warmth of his hands is still present on your back.. The energy in the room has changed completely, there’s a weight of something you can't quite place hanging in the air. The way Kazuichi’s hands shake makes you suspect he is feeling it too.

You turn around to face him. His eyes are wide and questioning, one of his hands shakily drifting down to your waist and all of a sudden, you know clear as day what is going to happen next. Your gaze flits between his eyes and his lips, and you notice the distance between you is growing less and less but you can't be sure if it is you moving or him. You’ve never noticed how soft his lips look before now.

They are even softer when they press against yours. There is an urgency to it, his hand immediately jumping up to cup your jawline and yours tangling in the back of his hair. You tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss and gasping into his mouth when you feel his tongue brush your lips.

“Is...is this okay?” he breathes against you, still clutching desperately at your waist, “I dont...I dont want to take advantage of you or anything?”

“Advantage of me?” You ask

“Y--Yeah…’cause of what happened with that guy earlier today, i don't wanna--”

You cup his cheek in your hand, his pretty brown eyes blink down at you from behind his glasses, panicked, “Kazuichi. I don’t want to stop.”

He laughs a little, “That’s a relief. I...I didn't want to stop either.”

His lips are on your again, open mouthed and hot as he guides you back towards his bed. You flop backwards, pulling him down with you and on top of you. He gasps a little, but his lips never leave yours, you can hear him breathing heavily against you as one of his hands starts working your dress further down your shoulders.

“Sit up.” You whisper, “It’ll be easier if you pull it up over my head.”

“O--oh, okay.” He stammers, sitting back on his heels and grabbing the hem of your dress. You lift your hips up a little to help him pull it out from under you, and then he slowly starts working it up over your torso. He chokes on a surprised noise when he pulls it over your chest and realises your breasts are bare underneath, “You...uh...you’re not--”

You smirk, “Losing your nerve?”

Kaz frowns and pulls the dress up the rest of the way, tossing it off the bed when it is finally completely off, “No! I was just surprised, is all.” he swallows, eyes softening, “You’re really beautiful.”

Suddenly, you are the one feeling bashful. You can feel your cheeks burning, “Th-Thanks, Kaz.”

He lowers you back down onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs, “I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” He whispers, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

It feels good. It feels so good.

You manage to worm your hands between the two of you, panting and moaning as he alternates between sucking and licking both of your nipples. You feel his breath hitch against you when you grab the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down his thighs.

“You’re excited.” You whisper, running your fingers over the hardened length in his boxers.

He splutters, “W--Well, Yeah! Of course I am!” you can feel his hand shaking as he slowly drifts it down your stomach and into your panties. He sucks in a breath as his finger slowly brushes against your clit, “You’re excited too…” he breathes.

“O--Of course I am.” You repeat, hips stuttering upward into his touch, “Kaz, I…”

His fingers freeze, “Do you want to stop? We can stop!”

You shake your head, sitting up on your elbows and leaning forward to press your lips to his. Gentle. Tender. You sigh gently against him, “I can’t...I just can’t believe I never realised.”

“Realised what?” He asks, fingers gently moving against you in your panties. So gently that it barely feels like anything, but it still makes your hips twitch.

“That it’s you I want.” You laugh a little, amazed at your own obliviousness. “That it’s always been you.”

His face breaks out in a grin and he buries his face in your shoulder. You can feel him laughing, “I’ve had feelings for you for like, the past three years. I never...I…” he lifts himself back up, smiling warmly down at you as he says, “I thought there was no way, you know?”

You kiss his cheek, “Keep touching me, please.”

“Okay.” He says, dropping his head back down to your chest and gently pulling your nipple back into his mouth. At the same time, the hand in your panties drifts lower, one of his fingers gently pushes inside of you and you choke on a gasp, he freezes, “you alright?”

“Yeah, aha, better than alright.” You swallow, tangling your fingers in his hair, “Your fingers are a lot longer than mine.”

He makes a little noise that might have been a moan, finger slowly pumping in and out of you. You mewl when he adds another, curling them in and gently stroking the inside of you. Your legs twitch, hips rising up off the bed to meet his hand. Kazuichi moans against your breast, and you can feel him pressing his hardness against your thigh to relieve the pressure.

“Hey, Kaz. That’d probably feel better if it was inside of me, yeah?”

He stiffens, you feel his hips jump forward a little, “Are...are you sure?”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his, “I don't think I've ever been surer of anything.”

He squeaks. It's cute, “Okay. Let me just...grab a condom, okay?”

Kazuichi kisses your cheek before standing up and walking around to his drawers. Now that he is standing up you can see the insistent way his erection is pressing against his boxers. He flushes when he catches you looking, “Don't stare!”

You lean back, lifting up your hips so you can slide your panties down your legs, “Why not? It’s a nice view.”

He gulps at the sight of you completely naked on his bed, “Not as good at that view…”

You laugh, “Come over here, silly.”

He steps towards you, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it off into a random corner of the room. His boxers follow quickly after, and then he climbs up onto the bed with you, settling in between your legs. He’s really warm. He’s always really warm, Kazuichi has always been like a walking space heater. He sits back on his heels and rolls the condom on, you try not to stare, because you can tell it will only make him embarrassed.

He sucks in a breath, leaning forward on his elbows before taking off his glasses and tossing them up onto the bedside table.

“I really like your eyes, Kaz.” You whisper, cupping his cheek in your hand, “I’ve always liked them. They’re really pretty.”

He laughs nervously, “Thank you...I...I think your eyes are pretty too.” you can feel that he is worried he is going to screw this up somehow, his arms are shaking beside you when he asks, “So, are you ready?”

You nod, “Yeah. Ready.”

Kazuichi breathes heavily as he lines himself up, slowly, very slowly inching himself inside of you. Your eyes scrunch shut as you try to commit the feeling of each inch to memory, thighs shaking on either side of him when he finally bottoms out inside of you. Kaz hiccups a little, and when your eyes open, you can see the sheer joy on his face.

“We...we’re really doing this, huh?” He says

You return his smile, gently rocking your hips back into him, “We are.”

He bites down on his lip to silence a moan, and starts moving in earnest. Still slow, still careful, but he is starting to find a rhythm. His pretty brown eyes are glued to the way your breasts bounce with every thrust, with the way your brows crease in ecstasy whenever he pushes himself back in. The cute little noises you’re making, it's so much more than he had ever imagined. It's so much more perfect.

You whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist, “You feel so good, Kaz.”

“You feel amazing, I....fuck.” He speeds up a little, hand slipping down between the two of you and back to your clit, you gasp, “I’m probably not going to last long, I--”

“Me either.”

He’s a little out of breath, but still leans down to take your nipple back in his mouth, panting and gasping against you as his fingers frantically circle your clit. You moan, grabbing his hair and holding him in place against your chest. The stimulation is becoming too much, you can feel that you are almost there, unable to control the volume of your voice anymore as you meet his thrusts with your own.

“Fuck…” Kazichi hisses against your breast, biting gently down on your nipple, “fuck fuck fuck, I...I’m…”

That was it for you. Climaxing hard and pushing your hips up as high as possible, riding out your orgasm as he continues circling your clit with his fingers, “Oh god.” he mutters at the feeling of your clenching around him, pounding into you harder and harder.

“Christ, Kaz!” You cry out and he follows you over the edge. Legs shaking and moaning loudly into your chest as he finally finishes inside of you. The sound he made almost sounded like a sob, a relief, and he goes completely boneless against you.

You just lay there. Both of you breathing gently as the afterglow settles in. You comb your fingers through Kazuichi’s sweaty hair, and he traces the lines of your collarbones with his fingers. Fascinated with all the parts of your body he has never had a close look at until now. He kisses the hollow of your throat, your shoulder, the skin just below your ear. Absorbing all of you. Committing you to memory.

“That was a lot better than the first date I went on today.”

Kaz laughs, “not that it was a hard act to follow.”

You laugh too, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “Thanks for letting me stay.”

#kazuichi x reader #souda x reader #danganronpa x reader #/request

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y4ndarie · 4 years ago

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first fanfiction! written bcuz there’s a lack of cg nagito and little reader T^T

NAGITO X AGE REGRESSED READER

NAGITO X LITTLE READER

WAAA ALL OF THEM MELT MY HEART

Little ones bedtime

It was a busy day for you and your partner, Nagito. Everything seemed to go by so slowly and you were getting fed up of this homework and decided to take a break.

“maybe i should visit nagito…”

“Nagito?~” you said in a sing-songy voice, waltzing into his dorm.

“Yes?” he answered, not taking a glance away from his work.

“i’m tired..” you whined, stretching

“Take a nap, my hope. you won’t be able to shine as bright if you don’t get enough sleep.” he said, ruffling your hair.

“but i wanna cuddle!!” you said, feeling yourself slipping into little space.

“hm? sorry, i’m working right now see?” he smiled, gently kissing your forehead.

“but… but…” you gave him the biggest puppy eyes you could and blinked your cute eyes.

“you know i can’t resist that.” he sighed, softly lifting himself off his chair, walking towards you.

“yay!! Ko-Kun cuddles!” you exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

“mhm, let’s get ready for bed.” The tall boy walked you to his bathroom where he ran you a bath with bubbles, set with cute toys, and a soft towel.

“mm… i’m gonna be quick, i promise..”

“no need! i’ll pick out your pajamas and a paci ok? i’ll even fill up your sippy, don’t worry yourself baby.” Nagito said, smiling at you.

“but you’re gonna be alone” you pouted, sadly.

“ill be right outside, hope. don’t worry about someone so insignificant such as myself.” he gently pat your head and giggled.

“Ko-Kun isn’t insignificant! he is very significant to me!” you beamed.

“Ok, ok. let’s get you in the bath now.” he smiled.

“Okie-dokie!!” you walked into the bath and submerged yourself, with a soft sigh.

“make sure not to make too big of a mess, my hope.”

“i promise!”

Meanwhile

He picked out a cute onesie/jammy set for you, and some fuzzy thigh socks, with a matching paci.

The white haired boy walked to the kitchen, now filling a small cup with ~ juice of choice ~ making a small plate of mac n cheese for his little baby.

he smiled, gently setting it down on a table, waiting for his little one to get out of the bath.

“Ko-Kun, I’m done with my bath…” you said.

“Hm? come here lovey.” Nagito said.

Gentle footsteps approached the kitchen as you smiled, giving grabby hands to your pajamas.

“Here you go! change in the bathroom, i’ll be waiting.” he smiled.

“ok..” you changed quickly, putting your paci clip on your shirt and walking to the kitchen again.

“you look so cute, come here!” he exclaimed, gently picking you up, twirling you around for a little.

“ah! woaah!! fast..” you sleepily said, a little dizzy from being spun around so suddenly.

“ sorry, i couldn’t resist your adorable face.” he chuckled softly.

“m hungry!” you said, pointing at the plate of mac n cheese.

“come sit, darling.”

you made your way to the chair, sitting down.

“how was your day? i hope it was good.” you asked your cg, who was eating a portion of fruit before bed.

“ah, it was good. a little busy, i did get to visit gundham.” he said

“Hamster guy?”

“Hamster guy.”

“OOOO!!! what did his dorm look like??” you questioned.

“ah,, a lot of animal cages, but pretty organized to say the least.”

“oo ok!” you said, biting into your mac n cheese.

you yawned, and sipped your juice a little before standing up and placing your plate on the counter.

“i’m ready to sleep now… i’ll wait for you in bed.”

“no need to wait, i’m done aswell.”

“okie..”

you crawled into the bed, paci in your mouth, sitting with crossed legs. Nagito sat next to you, bringing a story to you.

“Ready for bed, little one?” he asked.

“uh-huh!” you smiled.

you laid down next to him, head on his chest, stuffy in arms, as his gentle voice coaxed you to sleep.

the story lulled you to sleep, as he continued reading, your eyes fluttered shut until..

“the wolf growled at the….”

“mh…”

“oh, you’re asleep.” he giggled.

“nighty night, little one.”

I REALLYHOPED U ENJOYED WAAA

#agere little #pure agere #danganronpa agere #little space #danganronpa nagito #nagito komeada #komaeda101 #sfw #x reader #nagito x reader

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mod-maki · 3 years ago

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If possible. Could you make a Werewolf! Nsgito x reader scenario?

Hey Anon. Thank you very much for taking interest into requesting this. I’m not familiar with writing supernatural beings, so my apologies for that. I wish i could’ve wrote something more “dramatic” for this scenario but oh well </3

Werewolf!Nagito Komaeda x Reader

You were roaming around the city, trying to get some fresh air for once in a while. You decided that you should go out adventuring, but you stuck to walking along the sidewalk and admire all the tall buildings surrounding you. You had nothing in mind as to where you were going, but something suddenly came across your mind. “There should be a forest not too far from here..” you thought. “It would be nice to see nature’s beauty!”

As you continued your way towards the forest, you look up towards the sky and notice the sun slightly setting—but you didn’t mind it much, for there would be plenty of time returning home. There was a path clean from leaves, practically calling you to enter the forest, and so you did. It was very beautiful—infact, it may be something you plan on doing later on in the future. The green in your surroundings complimented the sky, in which was now a shade of an oh-so slightly colour of deep blue.

You were walking along the trail, when suddenly a noise was heard from behind. As an instinct, you turned around immediately. It was but a pale boy, seemingly to be around your age. “Ah, sorry..I didn’t mean to scare you.” the boy said, apologizing. “Someone like me shouldn’t disrupt someone’s calm atmosphere”. “It’s fine..I just didn’t expect to have anyone behind me, is all!” You replied. The boy looked at you with concern, “Hey. You seem lost..”

The strange boy slowly caught up to you, seemingly interested into having a conversation with you. “Oh! I’m not lost!—At least I don’t think.” You corrected, although you seem uncertain if you are truly lost or not. The boy seemed to think for a moment, and afterwards started a conversation with you.

As he was talking along with you, you can’t help but notice his teeth. His teeth.. his canines appear rather sharp. It reminded you of how an animal would have—maybe a cat? Or perhaps a wolf? You were stuck in thought until the boy suddenly spoke up. “Oh, right! I’m Nagito Komaeda” Nagito said, a small smile appearing on his face. The name “Nagito” repeated in your head, and you smiled lightly at his introduction. “The name’s Y/N”.

You realized that since you were talking to Nagito, the sun was going down unnoticed. Nagito acknowledged you looking up at the sky with a worried expression. “Seems like it’s getting dark..” he said. “Such a kind person like you shouldn’t be in a forest during dark. It’s quite dangerous.”You smiled at his compliment, knowing very well that he’s a caring person. “You’re right. I should get going..” You said as you turned around and fasten your pace. “It was good meeting you Nagito!” you said, slightly hurrying home.

“H-hey, wait!” Nagito said, you slowed down as a response. He walked to where you were standing. “I..hope we can meet again, maybe?..” the pale boy said, but rather in a form of a question. “I would like that.” you said, giving him a bright smile. And with that, you were off. The boy sighed as he looked up towards the sky, noticing how quickly night is approaching. “Just wait until the time comes..” Nagito said, talking to himself. “I promise to truly protect you from any harm you may come across..Until we meet again, Y/N..” The boy then watches the moon become bright and waits silently for his body to take form.

#danganronpa #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komeada x reader #sdr2 nagito #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair

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lexacoolfox · 4 years ago

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Can i have a nagito with a tall ultimate bodyguard that is very clingy and goes for him to save him thanks to his bad luck (like he gets in trouble like fights and those things) ? Its k if you leave me at the end ^^

Your wish is my command!

Nagito with the ultimate bodyguard!

Like most my stories start you meet Nagito the first day of school. You were actually assigned to him. Being the ultimate bodyguard ever rich person wanted you as their bodyguard. But being assigned to an ultimate is worth more than anything.

He was really surprised that a ultimate was assigned to human trash like him.

“Hello are you Nagito Komeada?”

“Yes! I’m guessing you (f/n) (l/n)?”

“Yes I’m going to be your personal bodyguard.”

“Wow! the ultimate bodyguard wasting their time on a worthless nobody like me!”

“Mr. Komeada, I know it not my job to correct you but you shouldn’t call yourself such degrading names.”

You would be lying if you thought he wasn’t cute. But it’s your job to watch over him.

Nagito enjoyed having you around, you two would have nice conversations! Even though you had the same serious face all the time he could tell that you also enjoy your conversation.

Nagito would often give you gifts as a way to say thank you for protecting him. (From his bad luck and some bullies.) even though you tell him multiple times that your just doing your job and he doesn’t have to get you anything. But he very persistent, to the point where you accept the gifts.

You often called him ‘mr. komeada’ which kinda weirded him out

“Are you ok mr. komeada?”

“Yeah I’m fine. But why do keep calling me that?”

“Calling you what mr. komeada?”

“That! Mr. komeada!”

“Oh I’m just being respectful. Would you prefer I call you something else?”

“I prefer if you call me Nagito.”

“Ok mr. Nagito.”

“How about no mr.”

“Oh ok Nagito.”

Your also very tall, so often when you come in to save Nagito from something falling on him or punching a bully, you grab him and start carrying bridal style. You might have also done it because you liked him and you thought how cute he looked when he would blush.

Everbody didn’t know that you were the ultimate bodyguard, so people were kinda curious on why you were so clingy to Nagito.

It came to light one day when you all were conversing with one another. Kazuichu was the one to bring it up.

“Hey y/n why are you so clingy and protective with Nagito.”

“I’m not clingy.”

“But your around him like all the time.”

“It’s my job to make sure he’s safe. He surprisingly gets into more trouble than I thought.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize Nagito, I know you don’t get into trouble intentionally.”

“How is it your job to watch Nagito?”

“I’m the ultimate bodyguard.”

“Oooooohhhhh.” Everbody said

“Wait did you guys not know their ultimate?”

“No we didn’t.”

As time went on he started calling you his guardian angel. Which would make you blush.

Soon enough you two got together. So now you have even more of a reason to protect him.

You love him so much

But he loves you even more.

Thank you astral123space for the idea I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you all have a nice day!

#nagito komeada x reader #danganronpa x you #drv2 #danganronpa x y/n #nagito komeada #nagito x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa 2

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ibuki-loves-you · 4 years ago

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Killed for a Hopeful Future (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of suicide, domestic stuff, detailed descriptions of murder, mentions of v/mit, potential spoilers???

Mod Ibuki: Another piece me and @call-me-ko worked on together! Execution based off this fan-made one! I hope you enjoy!

Sobs were all that could be heard throughout the small cottage.

Heavy, distraught sobs.

Nagito sat in his bed, the bed Y/N often accompanied him in. Heavy sobs racked his body. He doesn't think he's cried this hard in his entire life.

His love, his world, was gone.

It was like they were taken right out from under him.

One gunshot wound to the chest and bruises around their neck. Their leg looked broken, probably from the fall.

Y/N's body was hung from the door of strawberry house and dropped all the way to grape house's floor. Blood was everywhere due to the gunshot wound.

When Nagito saw, he thought he was going to die himself. No one told him that they were the victim. They just said they didn't know who it was yet.

He didn't get to say goodbye

He didn't get to tell them that he loved them.

He didn't-

"Nagito!" Fuyuhiko yelled. Nagito swung his head around, glaring at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nagito stated. Fuyuhiko stayed quiet. "Simple question. Is it really that hard to answer?" He snapped. Fuyuhiko didn't say anything. Kazuichi shakily sighed. "W-We didn't want to make you panic."

Nagito scoffed. "A little late for that, isn't it?"

Nagito investigated your body himself. He didn't trust anyone. You were loved by everyone here, and yet you still died. It didn't add up.

Bing Bong Bing Bong

"Nagito... it's time for the trial." Hajime mumbled apologetically. Nagito nodded slowly.

"Give me a minute..." He responded. "Of course." Hajime said softly, moving to the elevator.

Nagito dropped to his knees in front of them. Tears started streaming down his face.

"Who did this? Angel...who did this to you?" He mumbled, stroking Y/N's head. "I promise...your killer will get what they deserve." Nagito placed a kiss on their forehead.

He began making his way towards the elevator.

Justice would be served

"The murder occurred at around 5:30 am." Hajime started.

"The murder weapon was a noose found at the scene, but they also had a wound in their chest. I think a gunshot. That could be the cause of death as well." Chiaki added.

"It was the cause of death." Nagito interrupted. "How else could they have fallen?"

"Fallen...?" Chiaki asked. Nagito scoffed.

"I'm not looking to play games this trial. I want to know the blackened as soon as I possibly can so let me tell you this so you can put everything together." Nagito said angrily.

"Strawberry house and grape house are connected. It's an elevator. Y/N died beforehand via gunshot. That means the killer went to the Final Dead Room. I would know because I went there. The elevator won't move if a living thing is detected. It moved because they were dead already. The killer tied a noose around their neck and tied the other end to the doorknob. Then, they activated the elevator. Eventually, Y/N would fall because that's how gravity works. Now, figure out who killed them." Nagito snapped. He explained the murder in perfect detail, no flaw.

With Nagito's explanation, soon enough they found the killer.

"Gundham...why did you do it?" Hajime asked, a solemn expression painted onto his features.

Gundham stood silent. After a moment, he took a breath.

"We had a plan." He muttered. "Please explain." Hajime requested, taking a few glances at a fuming Nagito.

"Y/N and I agreed that we would allow all of you to escape at the expense of our lives. I completed the Final Dead Room, and we planned the murder from there." Gundham started.

"We wanted you to survive. Y/N didn't go down without a fight, nor did I. I request you remember that." Gundham looked towards Nagito. He dug through his pocket and pulled out a key. He walked over to Nagito and held it out.

"It is the key to their cottage. I didn't know if you had one or not, either or I assumed they'd want you to have it." Nagito took the key silently.

"I don't expect forgiveness, nor do I want it. But one thing I want you all to carry from mine and Y/N's demise is that you must always fight. Do not go down without one."

With that, Gundham was dragged to his execution.

And that's how he ended up in his room clutching a piece of your clothing while he bawled his eyes out.

Bing Bong Bing Bong

"Please make your way to Jabberwock Park! Not attending will result in immediate death! See you soon! Puhuhuhuhu~"

Nagito looked at the monitor. Should he even attend? He didn't care whether he died or not.

After contemplation he decided to go. He dried his eyes and placed your belonging neatly on his bed. Nagito made his way out the door and to Jabberwock Park.

Upon arrival, everyone gave him pitied stares. He looked horrible, worse than he usually did, and he knew that.

"Are you alright?" Chiaki spoke. Nagito looked at her and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"No, not really. But you shouldn't worry! I'll be fine." That was a lie, even he didn't believe it.

"Allow me to introduce the new motive. Future visions!" Monokuma announced. Everyone rolled their eyes.

"We aren't gonna do that shit!" Fuyuhiko screamed. "Yeah, like we'd believe it!" Nekomaru hollered after. Nagito stayed silent.

Future visions? He didn't believe in any of that, but it's worth a look, right?

When everyone left Jabberwock Park, mainly out of anger towards Monokuma, Nagito looked at the vision motive.

A character select button appeared on a screen that seemingly came out of nowhere. He selected himself. A video began to load.

"Alright, let's go see baba." Nagito cooed. He took his daughter's hands and gently pulled her to her feet. The baby giggled in response.

"Ready? One step at a time." Nagito looked up at Y/N. They sat on the other side of the living room, smiling at the two. Nagito gave them a bright smile. With small steps of his own, he guided their daughter in Y/N's direction.

Their child shook their hands from Nagito's. Nagito let go and smiled, keeping close behind her.

Y/N opened their arms and their daughter stumbled into them. Nagito hurried over with a wide smile.

"You did it, baby! I'm so proud of you!" Nagito cheered. His daughter crawled out of Y/N's arms and into his. She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"And you say she isn't a daddy's girl." Y/N teased. Nagito smiled and kissed his daughter's cheek over and over, earning a giggle in response.

"Yeah, I guess I see where you're coming from." Nagito leaned forward and gave you a kiss.

"I love you, angel." "I love you too, Nagi."

Nagito stared at the screen with a mix of horror and awe. He moved his hands towards his pale face and rubbed his temples. He took his hand and selected Y/N’s character.

“Daddy! Higher!” His daughter giggled, gripping the chains of the swing. Nagito chuckled

“A little higher, okay?” Nagito compromised. She giggled and nodded. “Okay daddy!”

Y/N smiled from next to Nagito, watching as he booped her nose every time the swing came towards him.

“Baba! Look how high I’m going!” Their daughter called. Y/N giggled and nodded.

“I see! You’re almost as tall as me and daddy from up there!” Y/N said, a smile gracing their features. Nagito nodded in agreement, a huge smile on his face. He turned his head to face his lover.

“Look how happy she is.” He mumbled, chuckling everytime she giggled.

“Daddy keep pushing me!” She said when he stopped for a moment. Nagito laughed and continued pushing the swing.

“She really is such a happy kid.” Y/N smiled throughout their sentence. Nagito wrapped one arm around Y/N’s waist and used the other to push the swing.

That was his future? Or would’ve been?

Nagito put his forehead against the screen and started crying again.

He couldn’t help but feel selfish because he wanted that more than anything.

Soon enough his tears turned to crazed wheezes, laughter shaking his body.

Hope and despair mixed in his eyes once again. He had nothing to lose…

So why not get himself killed? Or better yet get them killed. It's all their fault after all, Y/N did nothing to them yet they had to die.

Bing Bong Bing Bong

“A body has been discovered! Please make your way to the warehouse on the fifth island!”

Everyone dropped what they were doing and made their way to the warehouse next to the factory while Nagito took his time. Everything went according to plan. Now all he had to do was wait. Whether he survived the trial or not didn’t matter much to him, since one way or another he would die.

Suicide or execution was the question now.

“The victim is Nekomaru Nidai, the Ultimate Team Manager. The murder weapon is unknown, but definitely a tool of some sorts as he was taken apart.” Hajime started.

“Trip wire was found at the scene.” Kazuichi added. “So we can assume that was definitely used, especially since he has scratched on his ankles. Well, as scratched as metal can be.”

“Killer probably pressed the power button after using the trip wire, right?” Fuyuhiko questioned. Hajime nodded. “Most likely.”

Sonia put a finger to her chin. “So what you are saying is the killer used tripwire, and then powered Nekomaru off?” Hajime nodded again.

“Who would want to kill Nekomaru? He was so kind to us all.” Akane muttered. “I can’t answer that, I wish I could. But for now all we can do is find his killer.” And with that the trial was officially underway.

“So this is how it happened.” Hajime started. “Nekomaru was lured to the factory’s warehouse by an anonymous letter. He assumed whoever it was he would be able to handle, so he expected a fight. What he didn’t expect was tripwire a few feet away from the door. With his height, I wouldn’t expect him to see it either. Nor would I expect it myself. After Nekomaru fell into the tripwire, his head slammed into the floor, causing him to be weakened for a moment. It may not have been a long moment, but it was enough for the killer to rush into action and press his power button on the back of his neck. When the power button was pressed and Nekomaru was officially powered off, the killer took him apart using a variety of tools found at the market. This explains the mess of oil we found. The killer scattered his parts all around the warehouse and factory, thus leading to us having to find the parts and put them together for investigation.”

Hajime turned to the podium across from his.

“Isn’t that right, Nagito Komaeda? The Ultimate Lucky Student…”

Nagito smiled that crazed grin of his. His eyes were swirling with hope and despair once again.

“Yep! You are absolutely right!” He laughed. Hajime winced while Akane banged on her podium in sheer anger.

“Why, Nagito?” Hajime asked. Nagito continued to laugh. “Isn’t it obvious? I wanted to die!” He said as if it was nothing. Akane growled. “So why didn’t you kill yourself!?” Nagito’s laughs died down, his emotions doing a complete 180.

“Because I wanted to kill you all as well.” He said simply. Everyone looked as if they’d seen a ghost.

“W-What?” Hajime whispered. “Did I stutter? You guys were the reason Y/N died! Y-You took them away from me!” Nagito screamed. He dropped to his knees behind his podium, sobs beginning to consume him once again.

“I-I could’ve had a life with them...We w-would’ve been happy a-and I w-would’ve had a d-daughter.” Nagito mumbled weakly. “I just want Y/N...I-I want to see Y/N. P-Please just kill me already.” He pleaded.

Everyone looked at him with a mixture of sadness, pity, and fear.

“Who am I to disobey?” Monokuma said. “W-Wait, we need to talk more! We have more questions, bastard!” Fuyuhiko cursed. Monokuma ignored him. Nagito continued sobbing and clutching his podium.

“Let’s give it everything we’ve got! It’s punishment time!”

Nagito was set up straight, strapped to a wheel similar to one you’d see on a gameshow. Every section other than him was either Monomi or Monokuma.

Monokuma spun the wheel, causing him to start spinning with it.

It landed on Monomi.

Monokuma spun the wheel again. A wave of nausea hitting Nagito like a truck as his head began pounding.

It landed on Monokuma.

The wheel was spun once again. Nagito laid cursing his luck as he began throwing up in his mouth from the constant motion sickness.

The torture continued for nearly 15 minutes. A vicious cycle of spinning and choking on his own vomit.

Monokuma spun one last time, the wheel finally landing on Nagito. He smiled, elated that the torture was finally over.

Before he could blink, copious amounts of spears fired towards him. Out of many, only three struck him.

Two in each of his legs, and one in his chest.

As he slowly bled to death, all he could think about was one thing.

He was going to see them again.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #mod ibuki writes!

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