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mubabee · 2 months
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Genderbent Mikan
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idyllcy · 1 year
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marry you
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Summary: Komaeda meets his beloved spouse after his luck finally gives him one thing.
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Komaeda doesn't have many memories from his childhood.
Not many, but he has a single one he's never forgotten. He has a finished green ring pop that he carries on him at all times, and he has a photo that reminds him of the event in his wallet that he guards with his life.
Komaeda remembers it quite vividly. 
The sun shone brightly, and the flowers in his backyard were a nice, bright color compared to how they were in the rest of his memories.
Nagito Komaeda remembers that moment with his whole heart.
Under the burning sun of June, Nagito Komaeda had gotten married to you as a seven-year-old.
It's hard to forget one's first love.
"Nagi!!" You beam, running at the boy. "Let's get married!"
"H-huh?" Komaeda's eyes widen at you, and you grin at him. 
"I heard that's what people do if they're in love!"
"B-but we're not old enough!"
"But you love me, right?"
"Y-yeah?" Komaeda tilts his head in confusion.
"I love you too! So let's get married!" You grin. You're missing a tooth because you just lost one, but Komaeda thinks you look really pretty under the sun. A child doesn't know the word ethereal, but Komaeda would've called you that if he had known. "I'm wearing the whitest clothes I have today, just for this moment!"
Komaeda blinks.
"I don't have a ring," He pouts.
"Do you have money?"
"Yeah," he stares at you. 
"Let's go get ring pops!!" You pull him from the grass, and he stumbles after you. The sun burns his skin lightly. He's always been prone to sunburns, but he doesn't seem to mind as you're racing down the neighborhood to get to the convenience store. 
Komaeda sits on the parking block as you rush inside with his money, and he pouts. He chases after you, whining about how since he was richer he should pay.
"Nuh uh! I brought money too!"
"But I have more money than you!" He pouts. "Also, as a gift. I didn't get to buy you your wedding outfit."
You yelp as Komaeda takes your silence as an answer and runs off with the two rings. He pays for them quickly, rushing the cashier with a pout on his face as you rush to grab him. He grins as the cashier hands him the receipt with a laugh, and you pout.
"Nagi!"
"No takebacks!" He blows a raspberry at you, and he grins. "I bought your ring, hah!"
You frown, and his expression softens at your discomfort.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles. "But I wanted to pay."
"It's alright," You mumble, reaching for his hand. "Who's the ring bearer? Ring.. ring boy."
"Can Hope do it?"
"Yeah," You mumble back, following Komaeda. A part of him wants to rip open the candy and eat it, but he thinks it'll be gone by the time the two of you are done with the wedding.
Komaeda remembers the way you had jumped up and down while explaining to his parents what the two of you were going to do. Your parents had laughed, and Komaeda's parents had ruffled your hair affectionately. They would help officiate the wedding.
Komaeda remembers how his mom and your mom had pushed you into a room to help you get ready, and he remembers how his dad with yours had dragged him to the backyard to pick flowers for you. Komaeda remembers how hard he was sweating when he finished making the bouquet for you. It was so pretty. Komaeda had done his best to give you the prettiest bouquet. 
You looked pretty when you stepped out of the room. You had your mom put lipstick on your, as a child asks, and you had grinned at Komaeda affectionately. He remembers how you looked while walking down the aisle. Well, it wasn't an aisle. It was the garden pathway that Komaeda had deemed as the prettiest while you were getting ready. 
You wore white, as one does on their wedding, and Komaeda had changed into his best outfit. He remembers how Hope, only a puppy at the time, had dropped the rings in their packaging twice, and he remembers his dad helping the puppy take then to him. He remembers the way you ran down the garden pathway, a smile so bright it put the sun to shame on your face as you stopped next to him.
"Do you, Komaeda Nagito, take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded spouse?" Komaeda's dad does a dramatic wave of his arm at you.
"I do!" Komaeda remembers that his cheeks hurt from how hard he smiled.
"Do you, Y/n L/n, take Komaeda Nagito as your darling husband?" His dad does the same to Komaeda.
"Yes!" You jump excitedly. "I do!!"
"Please exchange your rings!" Komaeda's dad laughs heartily as the two of you rip open the package to slip on eachothers' ring fingers. Komaeda struggles a little because yours won't fit, and neither does his, but the two of you make it work. The ring is too big for the both of you; you guys have to hold it on, and Komaeda's mom grins as she pulls out her camera. 
"Baby, that's the wrong finger," Your mom lowers herself to your height, and she helps the two of you fix the ring placement. "This one," she slides the ring onto your ring finger. "That's the ring finger. The middle finger is for engagement."
"What's engagement?"
"It's like promising to marry someone," She smiles, adjusting Komaeda's ring. "But the two of you are married already, so it's the ring finger."
"Alright," You mumble, staring at the blue candy on your finger.
"I now pronounce the two of you married!" Komaeda's dad laughs as the two of you hug. 
"Smile!" Komaeda's mom holds a camera up, and you press your lips to Komaeda's cheek.
Komaeda turns red, stumbling over his words as you grin at him. 
"W-what was that for!"
"I heard you have to kiss at a wedding," You pout. "I saw it on TV."
"Does that mean I have to kiss you?" Komaeda mumbles, flushing impossible redder.
"Maybe," You shrug. "You don't need to-"
Komaeda presses his lips to your cheek in the second photo, and your eyes are widened in surprise. Komaeda remembers you smacking his chest lightly afterwards, whining about how he caught you off guard. He remembers how you had bit his ring pop in retaliation and how he got offended, so he bit yours. The two of you had finished your ring pops in his backyard on his swings, and the two of you had watched the sun set. 
Komaeda's mom had printed out the photos she took for the two of you to keep as a memory.
He remembers you tucking his into his wallet and how you had tucked yours into your wallet.
"Now we match!" You lips and tongue were blue from the candy, but Komaeda didn't mind. You still looked really pretty.
"Now that we're married..." Komaeda trails, staring up from the grass. "What do married people do?"
"I don't know," You pause. "They kiss and have kids... and stuff."
"But we're still kids," Komaeda mumbles. "We can't have kids yet."
"Yeah," You pout. "But promise me that we'll talk about it when we're older!"
Komaeda intertwines his pinky with yours, and he mumbles to himself. "What if you cheat."
"I would never!" You gasp, sitting up. "I could never do that! Nagi, I love you!!! People who love each other don't cheat!"
"Alright," Komaeda sighs. 
"You won't cheat either, right?" You mumble.
"Yeah," Komaeda grins. "I could never. I love you a whooooole lot!"
"How much?"
"Thiiiiiiiis," Komaeda waves his hands around. "Much!"
"Well," You mumble. "I love thiiiiis much too!" You mimic his wave, and Komaeda laughs. 
"No I love you more than that!"
"Oh, yeah? Prove it!"
Komaeda wakes up to the sound of his alarm, dragging his limbs out of bed. Ah, how nostalgic. His luck had moved you away from him immediately after the two of you got 'married'. He misses you. A lot.
Komaeda stares at the clock on his bedstand, and he glances at his wallet and keychain. He had dug a hole through the ring to loop a chain through. It's carried around with him. The photo of the two of you is in his wallet, tucked behind a plastic covering to avoid getting ruined or wet. 
The sun presses kisses to his face, and he washes up for the day. He brushes his teeth, eyes trailing to the necklace hung up. He dries his hands, and he clasps it around his neck. Tucking it gently behind his uniform collar, he grabs a slice of toast, and he heads to school for the day. 
The sun burns his skin, but he supposes he'll be fine. He has sunscreen on, and he's sure he'll live. He doesn't get sunburnt as often anymore.
He wonders how his luck is going to affect him today.
Stopping at the vending machine for a drink, he opens his wallet. As he does, to glance at the photo, it starts raining. Komaeda panics at the sight of the photo getting wet, and Komaeda feels his heart shatter in his ears. Rushing to get under a roof, he tries drying the photo however he could. It gets worse, and Komaeda feels his stomach churn uncomfortably. He wants to cry. 
The panic flooding his body makes him unaware of anything else going on around him, and he bites his bottom lip as he gives up on restoring the image. That was absolutely awful. Is his luck trying to kill him? Oh, god. No. He's praying something good happens today. By the way his luck was, it'd be strange for something good to actually happen.
The rain clears up, and Komaeda rushes to get to school. 
He was held back; he didn't need to be late to class.
At the gate of the main course, Komaeda slips on a puddle and lands face-first into the cement. It hurts. He gets up onto his knees, and he rubs his nose. There's blood coming out. He grimaces, and he mumbles to himself. What an awful morning. Just how much did the universe hate him today? His luck was absolutely awful. What the hell?
A hand offers him a handkerchief.
"A-ah, no, it's alright," He smiles, looking up at them. "It'd be rude for me to dirty an ultimate's handkerchi..." His eyes widen at the sight of their face. "ef."
"Even if it's your spouse's?" You help him up, pressing the fabric to his nose, and you have him tilt his head forward to stop the nosebleed. Komaeda doesn't fight your movement, body relaxing at your touch. He missed you. Ah, he can feel tears forming in his eyes. "I'll take you to the nurse's office."
"A-ah," Komaeda panics. "It's fine!"
"I insist," You mumble. "I know how to stop one, but I need you to sit down."
Komaeda doesn't fight you as you lead him to the nurse's office. Mikan helps him out, and you lean on the wall as he gets treated.
"You're still injury prone, huh?" You laugh as Mikan excuses herself at the sound of the bell.
"We're late for class," Komaeda mumbles, getting up.
"I told Mikan to explain that we'd be late," You smile. "You can walk slowly."
Komaeda stares at you for the first time, taking your features in. You haven't changed a single bit. He stares at you, growing embarrassed with each passing second. You're so gorgeous. Hell. You look just as pretty as the day you left him. He wants to see you in white again. Can he propose again? Did you still have your ring base? Do you still have the photo? Wait. Shit. The photo.
Komaeda fishes out his wallet, checking to see if the photo had dried and was still in one piece. 
It is not.
"Nagi?" The name rolls off your tongue naturally, and you slap your hands over your mouth. "Sorry. That came out naturally. I'm not sure if we're-"
"We're married," Komaeda swallows, face red. "You can call me whatever you want. Uh, my photo... got ruined. I'm sorry. You can smack me if you wan-"
You gasp. "You still have the ring!" Komaeda jumps in his skin, and he watches as you pull a necklace from under your uniform. "I have it too!"
Komaeda's throat goes dry at the sight of you with the necklace. 
"Ah... I," He fishes out the necklace you bought him, and he pauses.
"You still have it!!" You gasp. "Nagi!!"
Komaeda catches you in his arms, and you peer up at him, eyes bright with life. "Let's get to class. We have to tell them we're married. It just makes sense to!"
As Komaeda gets dragged by you again, he can't but feeling he's at peace. Home is where you are.
"Can... I propose to you properly when we put it on paper in the government?"
You look back at him with a grin. "That's a given."
Komaeda could kiss you right now.
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brayneworms · 6 months
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cold as ice, baby | hinata hajime
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kinktober day one: fingering
word count. 2.9k
content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, trans!hinata, gender neutral reader, fingering, established but new relationship, kissing, no real power dynamics but hinata likes being in control, biting, reader doesn't get touched but it's implied at the end
♪ freak - lana del rey.
kinktober mlist | regular mlist
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Some days, Hajime's self-loathing is no joke.
It feels like the heat in Jabberwock intensifies it sometimes. Sort of... bastes it. Like it's cooking in its own filthy greasy residue and making him feel all oily and gross and hot. So, so hot. Under that stupid sun he cooks, and he sweats, and he feels like they can all smell it on him.
Probably not though. He showers every day, and nobody gets close enough to try.
It makes him feel a little sick, is all. How much he wants you sometimes. He feels gross, barely a step above Hanamura or maybe worse. He feels like he should go to jail sometimes for the way he ogles you. It's a hot island, so sometimes you have so much skin out, shoulders and legs, gleaming from sunblock lotion, slightly tacky from the whitish paste. Or the sea salt in your hair, or the chapstick you'd loaned from Saionji on your lips, apple and cinnamon. Or the swimsuits. Hajime's mouth goes dry.
He does not want to think about you in swimwear. Because then he's not going to stop thinking about you in swimwear, and it'll lead somewhere bad, which is the whole fucking issue, really.
You're so new, the both of you. He's liked you for ages, but you've only been official for a month or so. He can't just pounce on you like a starving lion. Even though he wants to. Even though he really, really wants to.
He watches you sit cross-legged with Tanaka to feed his hamsters, or get a piggyback from Owari with her strong hands on your thighs, or sit down and braid Ibuki's hair into loving little plaits, your fingers skating over the pale skin of her neck and scalp.
And it does something to him. He imagines your hands, smoothing down the tawny skin of his arms, his waist, encircling his ankles, gripping his throat, buried in his hair. He looks at your fingers and imagines them balling up the stupid standard-issue bedsheets underneath you. He sees you stretch out your legs and sees them bent in half, over his shoulders, around his waist like a vice, your pretty eyes clenched shut, your pretty mouth hung open.
Heat pools in the pit of his stomach.
Avoiding you and taking a lot of cold—unforgivingly cold—showers makes for a good temporary solution, but oh look, hasn't he just shot himself in the foot and scored a home goal with it? Because it just means you come knocking on his cabin door looking for answers.
At night.
When everyone's asleep, and you're alone, and he's only wearing his boxers because of this stupid perpetual heat.
"Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your voice all small and hurt, and Hajime wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
"No! Nonono," he blurts out in a panic, and he steps aside to let you in like a moron, like the idiot he so clearly is. It's not the first time you've been in his cabin, obviously, but it's night and you look all soft and vulnerable and he thinks you're freshly showered because he can smell the coconut bodywash you like to use.
But then reality breaks through because you look—honestly hurt, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his eye, and then Hajime mostly just feels like a huge piece of shit.
"I'm sorry," he sighs, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of weariness. "It's—it really isn't anything you, uh, did. It's me. I'm just... weird."
"Weird about what?" you press, stepping forward. "C'mon, you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can just... talk it out."
You're so sweet. "It's—uh, honestly, it's just kinda really embarrassing. And stupid. And... weird. And I really don't wanna weird you out, or like, make you think I'm... something I'm not, 'cause I'm not, like, the thing that you're gonna think I am but I just—"
"Hajime." Your hands on his shoulders, clamping down. The warm soft skin dimples between your fingers. Hajime's voice dies in his throat. He stares on, cheeks cherry-red, entirely too hot, sweat collecting unpleasantly on the nape of his neck. "I can guarantee nothing you tell me is going to freak me out, or whatever it is you're scared of. And I can see it's clearly... weighing down on you."
You're so nice. Weighing down on you is such a nice choice of words. In reality he probably looks constipated from stress.
"It's just—" His tongue flicks out nervously to wet his lips, and your eyes absently flit down to track the movement, oh fuck, "It's just..." Bad idea bad idea bad idea. "I kind of... I don't want to come on too strong and... scare you off."
Your brow knits; he thinks he sees some sort of understanding fall into place behind your eyes, but it's kind of distant. "Come on too strong how?"
His blush spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, down his neck. "I... ahaha..." The nervous breathless stupid laugh he gives makes him want to strangle himself. "Y-you know. When I'm around you, I..." He swallows hard. "It—I can't help but think about... stuff I shouldn't."
He sees the moment it clicks into place for you; the slight widening of your eyes, the parting of your lips. "A-ah."
Mortification floods him like a tsunami. "Sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should've—" He's burning alive, he's actually baking like one of Hanamaru's luxury strips of meat that he slowcooks in the oven for hours on end so the whole hotel building ends up stinking of fucking, chicken and stock and rosemary all day—
"Hajime, hey." Your hands squeeze on his shoulders. "Just—breathe for a sec, please, you're freaking me out but not for the reasons you think you are."
Hajime gulps, eyes you nervously, and takes in a few desperate pulls of air. He feels small, like he's actively shrinking.
"First of all. It's not... like, weird, you know, to f-feel that kind of stuff in general," you say, incredibly haltingly like it's very awkward for you. "But it's even less weird when you're actually, you know, in a relationship, and I—I don't want you to feel weird about this, that's all, or about telling me when you're—you know. Because I'd be down. I mean, to help. Assuming that's what you want, I mean."
Hajime stares at you. His brain abruptly throws up its hands, bluescreens, and goes for a smoke break.
"Wha—wha?" he says intelligently. You smile fondly, the kind of smile that reminds Hajime why he fell in love with you in the first place.
"Do you want me to help you out?" you repeat, very clearly, and Hajime buries his face in his hands. Heat shoots through him like liquid lightning, illuminating every pore of his body. He can feel it gather between his legs.
"You don't have to," he mutters, heart thumping against his ribcage.
"Hajime," you say pleasantly. "D'you think you're the only one who's had to hold themselves back?"
It's pure, unadulterated shock that makes him lift his face out his hands to gawp at you, but the moment he does you cup his face with both of your hands and kiss him. He wonders if you can feel the heat of his burning skin on your palms, whether you care, and then your tongue is in his mouth and he stops wondering anything at all. He groans softly against your lips, and finally his useless hands move and he's grabbing, curling a fistful of your shirt in one hand and cupping the back of your neck with the other. He feels like he's been depriving himself of you for so long, and for fucking what? You feel incredible.
He walks you backwards until your knees his the frame of his bed and you're unseated with an undignified yelp. You bounce on the mattress, peering up at him. Hajime swallows hard. "Is this... okay? We don't have to—anything you want, God, anything—"
You put two hands on his waist, just above the waistline of his boxers, and Hajime stammers to a halt. He gazes at you, wide-eyed, brilliantly red. You press your lips to the skin just under his navel and his stomach sort of convulses at the sensitivity, and you keep going, down the trail of hair that disappears behind the waistband of his underwear, kissing over the fabric until you get to—
Hajime jolts and swears. His hands clench reflexively into fists at his side. "Lay down," he bursts out, and then flushes deeper. "Uh... please. If you want to. I—"
You giggle and pry your hands off him, leaving him feeling colder than ever. Hajime watches, mouth dry as you drape yourself lazily over his bed. Your sleep short ride up your thighs, the collar of your shirt dips down, and all the skin is making his head dizzy. He clambers over you a little clumsily, hitting your knee with his with a thud that makes you wince.
"Sorry!" he panicks, hands fluttering nervously over your leg. "Sorry, did that—that was an accident, I—"
"It's okay, it's okay," you laugh, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "Jeez, Hajime. Relax a little maybe."
His flush must be crawling down his chest at this point. "Yeah. Maybe." He glances around. "Kind of hard."
"Is it?" you ask with a pointed glance at his boxers. He groans, but the levity is extremely welcome, makes him feel less anxious. Reminds him it's just you, and you would never seriously laugh at him. Reminds him that he's safe.
"Is it okay if I'm—I mean." He wipes his clammy palms surreptitiously over his thighs. "I feel better when I'm more... in control. Y'know?"
You smile up at him. "That's fine with me. Are you going to boss me around now?"
Hajime laughs feebly, glancing away. He thinks it's a reasonable pretense that the idea doesn't make him ten times wetter.
He kneels between your legs and kisses you. You're so soft, skin warm and pliant and fresh from the shower. He can't hold back a moan when your tongue slips against his, and when your hand slides over his waist again, the pinky finger of your hand grazing the band of his underwear, he finally plucks up the courage to grab your wrist and drag it.
He lets out a choked sound into your mouth as your pliant hand slides between his legs. Pulling back from the kiss, panting hotly against your mouth. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely. "Please, oh my god, I need... only if you want, only if you want to..."
Your hand twitches to life inside the tight grip of his fist, and you skim your fingers over the wet spot of the fabric of his underwear.
Hajime shudders, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. "Ah... oh, fuck..." His shaking hand drops your wrist, reprimanding himself fiercely for maybe grabbing you too hard, but you didn't say anything, but he shouldn't just grab you and lead you like you're cattle, he opens his mouth to apologise when you cup his cunt through his boxers and he loses the ability to do anything at all. Anything other than moan into your skin, starting to get salty from the heat and the proximity, and he goes delirious with the idea that he's ruining you a little. Like you've just showered, you'd scrubbed your body all over with lovely scented soap and he's going to undo it methodically, deliberately, and you're going to let him, when it's all over you're going to smell like sweat and him and you'll have to clean all over again.
It's an intoxicating thought, the idea that someone as soft as you would let someone like him mess you up.
Your hand slips under the waistband of his underwear, follows the trail of hair down and finding him soft and hot and dripping wet. Hajime curses as your fingers skate almost curiously over his clit, his folds.
"Oh shit," you curse, mumbling almost more to yourself. "Y-you're so wet."
He makes a high, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, eyes clenched shut, and his hips rock up into your hand in a gesture that feels inherently needy.
Despite his grossly obvious urgency, you take the time to bring your fingers back to your mouth and press them inside. Hajime watches, slack-jawed, pupils blown. When you take your fingers out, they're gleaming wet, and you grin at him. "You taste amazing."
Hajime is assaulted with all new images; your head between his legs, his hand on the top of your hair or tangled in your hair. Your tongue, soft and skilled against him, dripping spit and cum onto the carpet, and he has to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on your chest.
"Y/n," he croaks. "I'm gonna lose my mind."
You smile almost shyly, as if you didn't just have your fingers in your mouth right in front of him. "O-okay. Okay. Just, um... okay, I got it."
Hajime swallows hard. "Y-you're still sure?"
"I'm so sure," you tell him earnestly. And with that your hand glides down, over his collarbones, the twin scars arching beneath his breastbone, down his tense stomach and under his boxers again. This time, your fingers move with purpose. They roll over his clit and down the centre of his folds, parting them, dipping inside just slightly before coming back up. He feels a shivering mix of pain and pleasure as two of your fingers circle his clit, an indication that he's almost too sensitive; he feels like he's on fire, like forks of lightning are emanating from the vertice between his legs, and he lets out choked, high noises against your throat.
Mindlessly, it seems, his hips roll against your head, seeking something more. You take the initiative to prod with one finger, dipping lower from the other before teasing at his entrance. His thighs shake and part slightly for you, and you slip inside without another word.
The breach feels like breathing for the first time; he's so wet and so sensitive that you slide inside with barely a hint of pain, easing in up to the first knuckle.
"Ohhh god," he groans, feeling mindless, feeling weightless. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."
"What should I—"
"More," he nearly begs. "I want you inside."
The word should be embarrassing, but they just aren't. Not in front of you. You get your finger in slowly, inch by inch until your knuckles press up against him and he's clenching the sheets with his free hands.
He almost convulses when your finger curls up like it's searching for something; it presses against a spongey spot inside him and he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, and he hears you swear to yourself as you start moving in and out.
"Nngh, oh—hah..."
Oh he's gonna die. Your fingers are inside him. He's gonna fuckin' die—
One turns to two turns to three, your thumb rolling constant circles over his clit, sometimes catching so sensitively that he has to bite back whimpers. There's the stretch and the burn but even that is okay, feels good after a few moments. He feels distantly really bad that he's not touching you, but he will after, fucking hell he will after, whatever you want him to, he'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on for making him feel so good right now. All too soon he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach like a band.
"H-hey," he gasps out. "I think I—I'm c-close, so..."
"O-oh," you say, sounding equally breathless. "It's okay."
Your fingers push up into him, curling almost viciously into that spot inside him just as your other hand taps his jaw and guides his face to yours for a kiss. It's barely more than panting against each other's lips as your thumb presses down hard on his clit.
"Fuck, fuck," he cries. "Fuck, you're so fuckin'—so perfect—'m cumming, shit—"
He sobs out as he cums, alight from the inside out, shaking like he's just been hit by lightning. The pressure is so much that he needs an outlet, his finges pressing bruising marks into your hip and thigh, and he turns his head and bites down almost feverishly on your collarbone.
You tap his arm with a yelp, fingers jerking inside him as he starts to come down. He can feel his release dripping down his inner thighs and he lifts his head groggily.
"Shit," he mumbles eloquently, staring at the teeth mark on your skin. He didn't break skin, thank fuck, but he still feels mortified. "Sorry. Oh my god, sorry. That was—that was a total accident, I..."
"Ah, it—it's okay." You swallow hard. "Was that..."
Hajime shakes his head dazedly. "Amazing," he croaks. "Y-you're amazing." He gets the werewithal to roll off you with his shaking limbs so his weight isn't pushing into you anymore.
You let out a long, slow breath. "Was pretty amazing for me too."
Hajime glances at you with a trickle of amusememt. "Not yet it wasn't."
Your brow scrunches in confusion—but realisation dawns when you feel his hand slide up your thigh. In his eyes is a question, one that you nod hastily to. Hajime grins weakly.
"Good," he breathes. "As soon as I get my breath back, it's your turn." And it sounds like the sweetest thing ever when he adds, a moment later with a twist of that characteristic cockiness that leaps out at the most inopportune of moments: "I can't wait to see how pretty you're gonna look when I make you cum."
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mythicalmyles · 11 months
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can you do one for nagito please? since he's canonically an adult
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"Just breathe." Nagito's voice was too calm for this situation, you were sat on his lap with him balls deep inside of you. His cock almost pushed you over the edge, your stomach twisted with every shuffle Nagito made. You appreciated his patience, but it felt like too much. You couldn't even remember how it had happened. Everything seemed like a blur, one moment you were sitting together, the next you were in his lap with his tongue down your throat.
"Ea-easy for you t-to say." You whispered out, shaking in Nagito's hands. He hummed with a smile, thumb's rubbing your hips comfortingly. Your hands were wound into his shirt, gripping desperately to try and ground yourself. "Really pretty." Nagito breathed out, eyes wide as he stared at you.
You almost screamed when he suddenly rolled his hips into you, a choked gasp leaving as you stared at him with your jaw on the floor. You hadn't felt anything that good before. It felt like sparks went off inside of you, and that was all Nagito needed to grasp your hips and bounce you on his cock.
Confliction filled you, part of you wanted to push him away, tell him it was too much but the other part of you never wanted this to end. Nagito listened to ever sound that left your mouth, storing it away for later use in his mind. He wanted to know what other sounds he could draw from you, could he make you scream so loud everyone would know? He wanted to try.
All your senses flew out the window when Nagito began to get rougher, all you could do was grab his shoulders. You threw your head back, loudly moaning and getting higher when Nagito dragged you close, lips attaching to your neck. His teeth scrapped against your skin and you knew you'd be littered with bruises.
You felt hot, like you were burning up in the best way as Nagito practically devoured you. You felt useless but when you looked at him, you realised he liked it. He liked the stupid look on your face as drool dripped down fro your lips, coating your neck and sliding into your collarbones. "S-so pretty." He whispered again, before pulling you close and sliding your lips together.
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goddess-of-green · 2 years
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hello!! i saw requests were open and sprinted here. could i request the dr3 aphrodisiac soup scene where the reader didn’t eat the soup and now has to take care of/deal with an overly clingy, no filter, horny komaeda? thank you!
OMG I LOVE THIS ANON I AM GONNA KISS YOU MWAH
This is the first time I've had genuine inspiration in a while
(I had a lot of fun writing this)
Warnings: GN!Reader, NSFW, brief MENTION of somnophilia, there's no sex or anything but this is more than suggestive enough for me tag NSFW, nevermind there's dry humping and Komaeda cums in his pants
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You sighed, hardly able to believe what was happening.
Out of dumb luck, you'd been able to narrowly avoid the aphrodisiacs that Saionji slipped into Hanamura's soup. You just hadn't been hungry, and despite Hanamura's offense, you denied having a plate.
Which you were now very thankful for, as your entire class looked incredibly...horny.
Someone in particular, was giving you quite the trouble.
Your luckster boyfriend had his arms wrapped around you, leaning against you as he breathed heavily.
With his trembling frame leaning on you for support, you couldn't help but wonder if it was Komaeda's luck that kept you safe from the soup. You felt bad thinking about what would happen if he had no one to help him at a time like this.
You felt even worse for Komaeda as you heard his labored breathing, and stroked a hand through his sweaty hair. His collared shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was loose to expose his collar bones as sweat dripped down his neck.
"Y/NN..." He drug out the last syllable of your name. "I know- I know I don't deserve it...but please let me- hah," He took a moment to breathe. "Let me have a taste of your hope..." He whispered pathetically.
He was putting pretty much all his weight on you at this point, having trouble supporting himself.
A quick glance down at the defined bulge in his pants was more than enough to clue you in on his meaning, and you sighed at his lack of tact. You supposed you couldn't blame him, though. If you were in his position you probably would have jumped his bones by now.
"Hey, don't talk like that, honey." You answered lowly, wiping the sweat from his face and cupping his warm cheeks. He looked at you reverently, still breathing heavily as he awaited your response.
"You deserve the world." You kissed the corner of his mouth, then regretted the action as it was probably teasing to him in this state. "But you're intoxicated at the moment. I'm not going to do anything without your express consent." You told him gently, and he frowned.
"Oh, please..." He leaned to rest his forehead against your collar bone. "I'll always consent to your heavenly hands upon my body. Not that a nobody like me is deserving of telling a graceful harbinger of hope like you, 'no' in the first place. Even despite my feelings, my autonomy is yours. It always has been." He spoke into your shirt, and his eyes started to tear up.
Wow...that was kind of profound.
"So please...I beg of you...grant me your touch." He whined.
Nevermind.
You sighed, hugging Komaeda and putting a hand on the back of his head. You couldn't help but be sympathetic to his predicament.
But even still, there's no way you'd touch him or let him touch you inappropriately while he was in a state like this...especially not in direct view of all your classmates; whether they were drugged too or not.
You didn't doubt that Komaeda really did mean what he'd said. He probably wouldn't care if you tried to fuck him in his sleep for crying out loud. But it didn't matter if you thought he would consent. You needed his actual, verbal consent. And he couldn't give it to you when he was like this. He wasn't thinking straight.
"Mmmn." Komaeda let out a sound against your chest, which was either a whine of arousal or a grunt of discomfort.
You didn't doubt that Komaeda really did mean what he'd said. He probably wouldn't care if you tried to fuck him in his sleep for crying out loud. But it didn't matter if you thought he would consent. You needed his actual, verbal consent. And he couldn't give it to you when he was like this. He wasn't thinking straight.
Both, more than likely.
Despite his momentary rest against your chest, Komaeda wasn't able to sit still for long; he was so hard it hurt. And the involuntary twitching of his hips quickly led to more.
You gasped as Komaeda shifted closer to you, rubbing himself against your thigh. You simply looked at his red face for a moment in disbelief, but he didn't seem intent on stopping. Not caring at all that you were surrounded by your classmates, he humped your leg with increasing urgency as he chased an orgasm.
"K-Komaeda!" You whisper-shouted, not wanting to turn heads. "C-C'mon! Get a hold of yourself...!" You blushed furiously.
"Aghh...h-hah, my hope..." Komaeda moaned, but he slowed down to a more...hesitant grind against you.
With another call of his name, he stopped. Though he looked more aroused than ever. "Ahh...please my hope... I'm sorry... A-At least s-sit in my lap...? Please..." He was begging at this point, and he seemed too ashamed by his behavior to look at you, having his face buried in your neck.
You frowned, eyeing his shaking and sweaty form. There was no way he could support your weight on top of him right now. He could hardly even hold himself up.
"Ko..." You brushed a hand through his hair. "C'mon...can you try to calm down?"
He whimpered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself about as close to you as he could. "Can you...say it again? Oh...please." He panted into your hair.
"Huh?" You blinked. "...Ko?"
He gasped, rubbing himself against you again as the nickname left your lips.
The deep grind into your side caught you off guard. "Ah, Ko!" You said it again by accident, taken by surprise. "Wh-What are you doing?"
It was a dumb question, you knew exactly what he was doing--but you didn't know what else to say.
Komaeda whimpered, gripping you tightly and shaking violently against you as he came. You could feel him twitching through his thin uniform pants, and it didn't help that he was groaning directly into your ear.
Damn it...you were kind of in the mood now.
Determined to keep your composure, you determined it would be smartest to just let Komaeda finish, instead of shoving him off you.
With his last few slow grinds, he finished creaming his pants, and you put your hands on his shoulders.
"Hey, are you okay? Ko...?" You asked, only to realize that he was passed out.
Quickly turning to look at the rest of the class, nervous that anyone had seen or heard Komaeda literally cumming, you found that most of the others were passed out too.
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beestriker015 · 3 months
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Mikan x loving and protective male s/o
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(Non-killing game AU)
This poor girl has been abused and mistreated basically her whole life, so she was in for a big surprise when she went to Hope’s Peak and met someone who actually treated her with kindness.
“Hello! My name is s/o. Are you new here too?”
“Y-yes I am. M-my name is M-Mikan Tsumiki. I-it’s n-nice to m-meet you.”
The young man is slightly taken aback by her stuttering and timid response, but smiles at her warmly nonetheless.
“Nice to meet you too Mikan. I hope we can become friends.”
“F-friends? With me?”
Mikan mutters to herself and begins shaking a little, much to s/o’s concern.
“H-hey! Are you ok Mikan?!”
“P-please, if you’re going to h-hurt me, just d-do it quickly.”
The girl says in a quiet voice while looking like she’s ready to burst into tears any second now.
“Hurt you? Why would I do that? Calm down Mikan, I have absolutely no intention of hurting you.”
S/o tells her in a voice that makes Mikan relax a little.
“Y-you’re not?”
“No. Why would you think I would?”
She doesn’t answer and just hugs s/o for comfort.
“What has this girl been through to act like this?”
He thinks to himself before comforting the fragile girl, thus kicking off their friendship.
As time passed, s/o and Mikan grew closer and closer, leading to the development of feelings between the two.
Early on in their friendship, Mikan confided in s/o everything she’s been through, much to his shock and horror.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry you had to go through that Mikan!
He wraps his arms around her in a warm embrace, causing her to flinch a bit before relaxing into it.
“I-it’s alright s/o, I deserved to be treated that way.”
S/o breaks their embrace and gives Mikan a slightly stern look, while also being careful not to accidentally scare her.
“No you didn’t. Mikan, no one deserves to be treated the way you were, and as long as I’m around, you will never be treated like that again. I promise.”
“T-thank you s/o.”
Being a man of his word, s/o stayed true to his promise and protected his friend from her bullies (especially Hiyoko).
“Ew! Why is the pig here?!”
Hiyoko exclaims and points at Mikan, who tries stuttering out a response but can’t.
Luckily for her, s/o swoops in and proceeds to defend her.
“I asked her to come here with me. Do you have a problem with that Hiyoko? If not, keep your fat mouth shut and mind your own business.”
Hiyoko quickly runs away wailing as s/o gives Mikan a smile that she absolutely loves.
“God I hate that girl so much. Mahiru should really keep her on a tighter leash.”
“T-thank you for defending me s/o.”
“Of course! I promised you I wouldn’t let people treat you like that anymore didn’t I? I love you Mikan.”
S/o’s eyes widen as he realizes he unintentionally confessed his feelings as Milan’s face turns deep red with a blush.
“Y-you l-love me s/o?”
“Honestly? Yes, I do. Sometime after we became friends, I developed feelings for you that never went away. If you don’t feel the same, we can still be friends like we are now.”
“I d-don’t want to just be friends with you anymore s/o, because I love you too.”
She tells him with a shy smile before giving him a small kiss on the lips, making both of them blush.
As a couple, not much really changed from when they were only friends, except a little more cuddling and saying I love you to each other.
When it comes to giving and receiving attention, Mikan is still a bit reluctant due to her past, which s/o completely understands and respects.
It goes without saying that Mikan is incredibly touch starved despite being so sensitive to physical touch, but when it comes to her boyfriend, she practically turns into a puddle whenever he gives her a hug or some kisses.
(Mikan’s favorite way her boyfriend gives her affection is headpats. She. Loves. Headpats.)
S/o continues to protect and stand up for Mikan, maybe even more now that she is his girlfriend.
Being with s/o has had an immensely positive impact on Mikan as she’s become more assertive and doesn’t stutter like she used to.
“I won’t let you treat me this way anymore Hiyoko, I am tired of you calling me a pig.”
Her newfound self respect catches Hiyoko off guard.
“Y-you didn’t stutter. When did you suddenly grow a spine?! Tired of having your stupid boyfriend stand up for you?”
One thing Mikan absolutely doesn’t tolerate is hearing anyone talk badly of her boyfriend.
“S/o is not stupid! The only stupid one here is you!”
Caught off guard by Mikan yelling at her, Hiyoko runs off with crocodile tears in her eyes.
(If you can’t tell by now, I really do not like Hiyoko.)
Due to her not being overly shy and timid anymore, hardly anyone bullies or mistreats Mikan now, though s/o will still step in to protect her if someone does.
Whenever s/o is sick or needs first aid, his girlfriend the Ultimate Nurse is always ready to take care of him.
“I appreciate you taking care of me babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
His words always make her heart flutter.
“I can say the same thing about you s/o. Now get some rest and I’ll check in on you later. Sweet dreams my beloved.”
Whenever s/o goes to sleep, it isn’t uncommon for him to wake up to find that his girlfriend had snuck into his room and snuggled up next to him in bed.
“This is too adorable. I don’t understand how anyone could be so cruel and horrible to the most precious girl in the whole wide world.”
S/o says to himself quietly as he gazes lovingly at the sleeping form of his girlfriend, who is laying next to him with a content smile on her face.
“It’s a bit early, so I might as well go back to sleep. I love you Mikan, sweet dreams babe.”
He whispers before kissing her gently on the forehead before lying back down beside her.
“Hahhhhhh…I love you too s/o.”
Mikan says in her sleep and unconsciously begins spooning her boyfriend, much to her embarrassment when she wakes up.
Overall, despite the horrible way she’s been treated in the past, Mikan thinks of herself as the happiest and luckiest girl in the world to be in a relationship with her loving and protective boyfriend.
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thequietkid-moonie · 10 months
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heya! may i request nagito, fuyuhiko, rantaro, gonta, gundham and kazuichi with a gn!s/o who comes out to them as asexual? <3
S/O coming out as asexual
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[ SCENARIO ] [ Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Gundham, Kazuichi, Rantaro, Gonta ] [ Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair ] [ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ]
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× In case someone doesn't know, asexuality is feeling little to nothing sexual atraction for others and don't being interested on sexual relationship (but it depends on the person too)
My dear anon I LOVE YOU!! I love your request 😭❤️ I been craving for danganronpa requests and you don't just chose ✨ amazing ✨ characters ✨ but also request for an asexual s/o, as an asexual person Im more than happy to write it!! ❤️❤️❤️
This is my first time writing for most of the characters you asked, I really REALLY hope I made a good job and that you like it! 😣
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Nagito Komaeda
Nagito is a really loving partner, and an intense one too, for him you are amazing and completely gorgeous, simple perfect and being in a relationship with you is a little overwhelming for him, he feels like he doesn't deserve you and yet he is ecstatic to be able to be with you,
Nagito has no idea how he should act as a boyfriend and still he put all his efforts on doing so, he mainly just follows your lead and do whatever you ask him to (at least at first, until he can understand more how a relationship works). Nagito doesn't think that he has the right to ask anything from you but he craves for your love and comfort, Nagito's life has always been rough, he had never had someone to love him but that you are in his life he wants more and more, even when he feels selfish for it
Being in a relationship is a learning proces for him so he doesn't really think much in the sexual part, and since you doesn't mention it or anything is just something that is ignored for a long time, it could easily go unnoticed that you are asexual if you don't say anything about it
It could be that one of his classmates ask him about his relasionship and ask if you two had reach that point already, or while trying to investigate how to be a good boyfriend he come across about how some people considerate the sexual part as really important, however he is really smart and doesn't take him long to notice your lack of interest on the topic
Nagito doesn't want to jump into conclutions so he may think on diferent posibilities of why you don't seem interested on this kind of thing (at least once he thought that you aren't atracted to him in that way, and he wouldn't blame you if that is the case), but isn't because he is complaining or he wants to do it, he is just too determined to please you
As much as this troubled him Nagito doesn't feel the right to ask you about it, so it has to be because he somehow gain the courage to finally ask you (more likely he noticed you being worried or uncomfortable about something) or you are the one telling him about this
Nagito is really worried when you get serious or even nervous about needing to tell him something, he expect the worst but when you tell him that you are asexual (and explain what it is) he is relieved. Nagito ask you for more details about this, only if you are willing to share it with him, just because he knows that this is important for you so is important for him (also he wants to hear all you want to talk about the topic, it makes him happy hearing you and helps him learn about all of this)
Nagito is really supportive over this, once you are done explaining it he makes clear that he doesn't have problem if in your relationship you two never really have sex, being able to be by your side and being loved for you is more than enough for him. Nagito never really make coments about this kind of things, not even jokes and still he will try to watch over his words and what others say when you are around if talking about this stuff makes you uncomfortable
Some asexual people are willing or even want to actually have sex with the person they love after getting completely comfortable, Nagito doesn't really expect that to happen because he isn't goint to force you to anything, but if it will ever happen he want to first make sure this is what you want (and even him will be nervous about it)
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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu
For Fuyuhiko is already dificult to trust on people, he had grew in a pretty hostile environment and just with Peko to rely on (and still he can't let himself shows vulnerability), when he finally not just trust in someone but falls in love he does hard, his feelings are pretty strong and doesn't let him much room to ignore them (even when he tries)
Is more likely he start a relasionship with you with your and Peko's help because he is lost on what to do, and even when you two start dating it take him a while to get used to be in a relationship. Fuyuhiko is kinda insecure in the relasionship, he doesn't know what he is supoused to do or say and not even if he will be able to do it, so he relies more on indirect ways to showing you his love
There is no way he will rush things when he himself is nervous and flustered by the idea of showing physical affection, and also he will never force you to do anything you don't want (he may has problems to express himself but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you). Is just that he has never being this close to someone (outside of maybe Peko or his sister, but this is completely different), so between his nervousness he tries to take his time and enjoy the time he spend with you
Just as he doesn't want to rush things the thought of having sex doesn't really cross his mind (maybe he had thought about it one or two times but he quickly throw away that idea really embarrassed for even thinking on it), having sex isn't really his main and he is too nervous about the relasionship to even think on that, so he won't really mentioning it (even when he make peace with the topic still it isn't something too relevant for him)
When you finally open up to him about you being asexual he will need you to explain it since he isn't familiar with the term, still it doesn't take him long to understand what it means and when he does he will aks you if that's all like it wasn't nothing, not because he doesn't think is important is just that he doesn't see the sexual part as esencial or too important, if you think that he doesn't care about what you said or something he is quickly to apologize and explain why his reaction
He won't admit it but he is kind relieved that you don't expect to that to happen (or not anytime soon) since he is just too nervous about that topic and it isn't too important for him, he has more important things on what to think that having sex (like trying to don't put you at risk for him being a yakuza)
Fuyuhiko is really supportive of you, he reasure you in his own way that this is just the way you are and you don't have to feel ashame or anything for being you (he is even proud of you for open up to him with this, but he is too shy to tell you this)
Even if you don't have problems or it doesn't make you uncomfortable when others talks about sex he is making sure no one talks about such topics around you, let alone involve you in such vulgar conversation, even threating anyone who dares to make you remotely uncomfortable with this
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Gundham Tanaka
Is difficult to approach to Gundham, not just for his extravagant personality but because he is used to be ignored or hates by others, just really trusting the animals he take care of, but it isn't imposible and when you manage to get close to him, even just as friend it is something really surprising for him, it take him off guard, and when he falls in love it just afect him even more (but not really in a bad way)
Being in a relationship with you is a complety new experience for him and still he never ceases to be the same so even in the relasionship he is living it in his own way, slowly getting used to recive and express love (in his own way)
As the time pass by Gundham slowly get used to have you so physicaly and emotionaly close to him, and yet that doesn't stop him from become a blushing mess anytime you show directly affection to him. Is a slowly process for him to show affection and, contrary as his villain persona, he always gives you pretty soft and loving touches
It makes Gundham happy to be with someone who accept and love him just the way he is and for him being in a relationship means sharing a lot of experiences and special moments with the person he loves (even if the moments doesn't seem too extravagant he is happy with it), and yet he doesn't really think on having sex with his partner, he barely is able to tolerate the innocent physical affection without feelings completely flustered (even when he gets used to is still a little flustered), he isn't just capable to thing in something like sex (and even when you two move forward in their relationship sex isn't really his main)
Gundham always take seriously whatever it comes to you, when you tell him that you need to tell him something important he doesn't waste time before putting his full attention to you in a serious manner and doesn't lose his seriousness after you explain that you are asexual (even when you took him off guard with the topic)
Trying to don't lose his composture Gundham tells you that he understand and reasure you that there is nothing you should worry about, he doesn't finds problems with you don't being interested on sex or not even feeling sexual atraction, Gundham Tanaka isn't like the other mortals who can be easily tempted with something so vain like sex and if you had manage to reach his cold heart it isn't because your body
Gundham is supportive over you and he is even proud that you are able to express what you are freely, he may even tell others about this braging about you are so powerful that you can't be tempted by mortal bodies (just his own way to show how proud he is of you). Also, he has no problem with standing up for you if someone is making you uncomfortable for talking about such things
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Kazuichi Soda
The moment Kazuichi falls in love he does it hard, he is completely head over heals for you and he doesn't even try to hide it, Kazuichi is completely open with the love he has for you even before start dating, and when you do start dating Kazuichi's happiness just increase
For Kazuichi being a good boyfriend for you means doing everything for you, in his eyes you are so beautiful and pure, someone who should be protected by anything and everything and he wants to do that, Kazuichi treats you like royalty and even when he doesn't ask for anything in return he still he craves for your love. It would take him a while to get used to be in a relationship, to be reciprocate, but he appreciate it nonetheless
For Kazuichi you are just too special so he doesn't want to rush things with you, but at the same time he wants to melt in your arms, even if you aren't shy he wants to wait until you are ready to initiate the physical affection
Also, Kazuichi is kinda pervert too, but he feels a little ashame by it sometimes, he will be lying if he says that he had never thought of you in a sexual way but he won't say it out loud, he is embarrassed for thinking about you in that way, and he is a little scare of your reaction if you ever know. That you are asexual could go unnoticed for a while but at some point Kazuichi notice how you don't seem too comfortable when the topic of sex came out, however he relate it to you being shy or even innocent
When you finally open up to him and tell him that you are asexual (and explain what being asexual implies) he will be a little shocked at first, he has never heard a term like that before nor met someone asexual before, it would take him a while to fully comprehend what are you telling to him and still when he start to get it he still seem troubled, mainly because it has been a lot of information
Kazuichi loves you just the way you are, so you being asexual won't really change his feelings for you, he is a little sad that you don't want to have sex since is something he kinda expected but he will never force you to do something you don't want to, your happiness and safety is his first priority
Kazuichi will be thinking in all of this for a while, trying to process all the information you say it to him and once he knows that some asexual people are even bother by the only thought of sex he becomes completely ashame of himself for ever thinking about you in that way. Kazuichi wants to apologize to you for doing such thing, and he does deeply apologize even when he isn't explaining why he is apologizing, he even insist on having to make it up for you, he can't just bare the thought of being the one bringing you any kind of discomfort
Kazuichi can be pretty overstated sometimes, specially when it comes to you, so it would take him a while to get used to the idea of you being asexual, not because it bothers him or something, is just that Kazuichi is too obsessed with ensuring your safety that he will kinda want to protect you from this too, somehow (he is being silly but has the best intentions)
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Rantaro Amami
Rantaro is a really chill and calm guy, even when he falls in love he is pretty subtle with it, he isn't too obvious with it but doesn't hide it neither, more like trying to court you but still being friendly (he wants to win your heart but not force you to anything you don't want
Rantaro can be pretty flirty and romantic, but once you two start dating he becomes more affectionate, he love PDA but he won't force you to it, so if you feel uncomfortable or are shy he will stay back in that, he can always express his love in different ways
Starting a sexual relationship isn't the main of Rantaro, he wil never force you to do anything you don't want and he prefers to wait before every new step in your relationship until both are sure that that is what you want to. Also, Rantaro is really smart and observant person, he can easily find out that you aren't comfortable or interested in the sexual part, he is curious about that but he isn't going to force you to talk if you aren't ready, but at some point he will want to know and if you don't tell him he will directly ask (sitting down to talk about it, in private to be able to focus all his attention on you and making sure no one else will heard), he isn't trying to invade your privacy but is obvious that this is something important, and if it is important for you is important for him, he wants to make sure it isn't something causing you troubles
Is probably that he already know what asexuality is, either because he had searched about it or even that one of his sister had tell him about it, and even if he already knows he want for you to explain it since it isn't the same for everyone, also he want for you to feel free to share this with him so he ask you for more details to let you know that this is important for him too
He tries to don't interrupt you and just talk to add more information or ask for something, but at the end Rantaro thanks you for sharing this with him and reasure you that this doesn't change his feelings nor the way he sees you, and he doesn't mind if you two never have sex, he loves you for who you are and not just for your body, that isn't important for him
He is completely supportive of you, he doesn't mind just showing physical affection, also he can express how much he loves you without having to get physical with you. Rantaro even ask you if there is something that makes you uncomfortable about it (some touches that you doesn't like or that cross your limits), he loves you so the last thing he wants is make you uncomfortable, even if is by accident
After making clear all your limits, what makes you uncomfortable and what you prefer he doesn't mention again this chat or that you are asexual (aside from making some jokes with you about it, and only if you are okay with it) and still is something that he always keep in mind
Rantaro wants to reach a intimacy that doesn't have to involve nothing sexual, just being able to cuddle you and hold you close is enough for him, and he always remember you that he is with you because he loves you just the way you are if you ever feel insecure about this or just because he wants to tell you how much he loves you
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Gonta Gokuhara
Gonta is a completely gentleman, no matter with who he is treating he is always kind, but ones he falls in love he becomes even more kind and sweet towards you if that is even posible, even when he could be pretty obvious with his crush he is still clueless of his feelings for a while
Once you two start dating Gonta is always trying to be a perfect gentleman for you and still he can be pretty shy, it would take him a while to get used to be in a relationship, still Gonta is pretty affectionate and doesn't have a problem with telling you how much he loves and appreciate you
Gonta is completely gentle with you, and yet he sometimes ask for advice to his friends in what he should do or how to act, still Gonta always ask for your permision first before trying something new
He may know a little about how couples reach a point where both have sex as a way to express your love and as usual thing but he is too shy and embarrassed by the only thought of the posibility, Gonta doesn't even let himself think on you in such way, that is not something a gentleman would do! (not like he will anyways, sex isn't that important to him and it make him feel embarrassed)
Gonta won't really get that you are asexual if you don't tell him, however he will notice if you ever feel uncomfortable or seem troubled for it (like someone talking about that or you being insecure) and, of course, he ask you whats wrong immediatly and has no problem with standing up for you if is someone specifically who's making you uncomfortable, and yet he doesn't make the connection of you being uncomfortable by sexual things
The moment you finally open up to Gonta and tell him that you are asexual it will take him a while to understand what are you telling him, is kinda complicated for him and is probably that he doesn't fully get it, so being more direct with him and telling him that you aren't interested on sex make it clear for him, it embarrassed him a little talking about such things but he is happy that you tell him something so important for you and he reasure you that is okay, if you don't want to do that then you don't have to do it!
He doesn't see any problem with not having sex with you and he is completely supportive of you, even when he doesn't fully understand all the terms you told him. However he will be thinking about it and be worried that he will make you uncomfortable if he touch you (even when his intentions are never in a sexual way), so after thinking on it he may be a little hesitant to touch you, even if is just to hold your hand or hugs you, and even apologize when he touch you by accident, it would help him a lot if you reasure him that is okay for him to touch you and leave clear your limits, as well to tell him if there is something that makes you uncomfortable (and yet he will be a little hesitant and shy for a while, but it will pass soon)
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Nagito, kokichi, kiibo, fuyuhiko, rantaro, with an s/o who comes across as very stoic (like kirigiri) but when it comes to physical affection gets really red in the face? Even with friends they just get embarrassed and just aren’t used to it.
Nagito doesn’t mind if you get a bit red! He of course always asks before he can put his filthy hands on you, but he always loves seeing how flustered you get! He comes to the conclusion rather quickly you’re like that with everyone, and that he’s nothing special. Still makes him super happy though. He wonders if you grew up with not getting affection, maybe that’s why you get so embarrassed!
Kokichi will definitely tease you for this, “D’aww you’re blushing! How adorable!!” and he will tease you for it everytime. He does get a little jealous though that you blush when others hug you as well, but he’s good at hiding it! He just thinks it’s so funny how somebody like you can get so embarrassed by stuff like that.
Kiibo is similar, he gets very flustered by physical affection since he does not receive it often. This includes with anyone else, so he doesn’t judge you for being the same way. He usually asks before he can be affectionate with you, and you’re both absolute blushy messes by the end of it.
Fuyuhiko is pretty similar, he gets embarrassed by souda and peko smothering him, and even when hiyoko teasingly pinches his cheeks. He gets it and doesn’t care much? He secretly thinks it’s cute though, since it’s rare to see you give away how you really feel. He always takes it in and stares for a bit.
Rantaro is a smart guy, but even he can almost never be able to read you. So he just really loves it whenever you blush, it’s the one time he knows what you’re feeling and sees you being vulnerable. He thinks it’s really cute how anyone could simply grab your hand or throw an arm around your shoulder and you’re a complete mess. For him, it’s a nice change of pace.
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celamoon · 7 months
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may i have a large soy candle with green tea? i hope i said that right, haha, pottery is just so fun to work with
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"This feels weird." Komaeda winces as slides his fingers into the clay, spreading his fingers to adjust the width of the opening. 
"It's only weird if you think of it as weird."
The pottery studio is empty other than the two of you since Komaeda had insisted on renting out the whole place, and you smile in amusement as Komaeda's cup topples over. The splat amuses you more than it should. Komaeda would probably not like to see you laughing at him, but it's cute. 
"... I don't think I'm cut out for this." He laughs awkwardly as he clumps the clay together again.
"You'll get it eventually." You hum, handing the worker your finished cup. 
"How'd you nail it on the first try?" He cranes his neck to the side.
"Honestly?" Your lips pull upward in amusement as you lower your voice. "This isn't the first time I've come here."
He parts his lips in mild shock. "Really?"
"It was a while ago, though." You laugh. "It was with the ultimate artist."
"Ah." He mumbles. "Help me out?"
You scooch next to him, hands placed over his, guiding him as he holds his breath, terrified of somehow messing up. You wonder if his luck is going to cause something to explode in the kiln. That would be amusing. Though, you doubt the burns from the fire would be. You hope that doesn't happen. At least, not while you and Komaeda were in the building. You don't want to pay the hospital another visit. At this rate, both of you were regulars at the hospital, and NOT for Komaeda's chemo. Maybe you'll lose an arm from the explosion— or even worse, you just straight up die.
"What are you thinking of?" Komaeda takes his foot off the pedal as the teacup is formed.
"What would happen if the kiln explodes." You move his fingers slightly, helping the clay bend outward.
"Like, something explodes in the kiln? Or the kiln explodes on its own?" Komaeda blinks slowly at you.
"Can the kiln explode?"
"Pottery can explode in the kiln." Komaeda winces. "Not the kiln itself."
You pause. "Do you think—"
"Don't jinx it."
"I won't." You pause. "But—"
"Yes, it can." Komaeda mumbles. "What color do you want to paint your teacup?"
"White... but I want it to fade into pink." You tilt your head at him cheekily. "Oh, and a fifty-five on the side."
"... after me?" Komaeda smiles shyly.
"Yes." You hum, smile on your face. "After you."
Komaeda... pretty. You blink up at him, eyes gentle and in love, a precious smile reserved for only him. He stares back down at you, eyes tired and warm, skin icy yet warm, and his hand finds yours naturally, brushing over the back of your hand with his thumb, pausing to just breathe, eyes taking in the sight of you. The corners of his lips tug outward as you blink back at him, wide-eyed, curious to know what he was looking at. 
"Ko?"
"Yeah?"
"You're staring." You try and resist the way your cheeks hurt from grinning..
"I know." He hums. "Are we doing anything after this?"
"I don't know. What color do you want to paint your teacup?"
Komaeda blinks at you slowly, a smile on his lips, answer falling to deaf ears.
The colors of you.
The colors that remind him of you, and the colors that you've helped him admire. The colors that paint your hair, and the colors that brush your cheeks when you're cold. Each and every one of the colors you embodied, he would paint them onto the cup, but your initials would come first, on the bottom of the cup, something to remind him of you all the rest of his days, and something he'd pass onto his kids— if you'd want any of course.
Maybe one day he would be able to tell stories about you too.
"But what color reminds you of me the most?" You tilt your head at him, clinging onto his arm.
Komaeda pauses, and you wonder if he's thinking from the way he puffs out his cheeks, but he's not. He really doesn't know how to tell you you remind him of every color.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
Komaeda closes his eyes, squeezing your hand affectionately.
"Every color." He hums. "You remind me of every color."
"Why so?"
Komaeda purses his lips, smiling at you instead.
You never get the answer, but you trust him.
After all, he loved you to the ends of the earth.
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chalk-prnce · 11 months
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You sure we're out of their sight?
in which you can't admit that you like komaeda, let alone liking a boy. warnings ; internalised homophobia, breakdowns male reader x komaeda nagito
im so sorry for never posting! i forgot all about this account and focussed on my ao3 account! but im here now so, enjoy that "Car lights" fanfic i promised but a different title.
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The sun had already set, a premature twilight settling over the horizon as you stared out with the entire universe on your shoulders. Perhaps you should be more glad to get away from the city for a bit, even if you were only about 20 minutes away. Your friends proposed to all go out tonight, but you refused. You can't function properly if you don't figure yourself out and quick.
Sand crunched under your shoes as you breathed a hissing intake of air- it wasn't the best day for you today. You had drove to the nearest sea shore after a long day of battling your own disgust to something you'd rather not name. Even labelling it was shameful but tempting. If you say it aloud, usually it confirms it in your mind. For example- saying how much you love watching shitty sitcoms that you found hilarious when you were about 10 at the age of 17 going on 18 kind of seals the deal on it. A verbal contract- a shameful confirmation. 
Your tank was about one fifth filled up, and you were running on fumes of hope that it would still be able to take you to the nearest gas station after you're finished brooding. Even after being here for what felt like days, you still hadn't been able to figure yourself out. What are you really even freaking out over? What is your problem? Your dilemma? 
Komaeda Nagito. 
About a couple months ago, you two had met in the library on not the most friendly terms. However over time, you somehow managed to look past it and you two kept coming back to that same spot in the same library. 
"..Pride and Prejudice.." The ivory boy mumbled, sitting beside you as he leaned against his elbow on the table. "..You've truly never read this before? It's such a famous piece of literary artwork. One of the most famous actually.. Makes sense that someone so painfully average like you wouldn't know that."
He talks so much to you for someone who despises the very precense of the Reserve Course. "...Shut up, of course I knew about it- I just never found it interesting so I blew off reading it." 
You both scoff at eachother before sliding the book into the middle of the table and read it together, pointing out small bits of the book every now and then. 
"..I'd never fall for someone like Mr Darcy.. So cold.. so cruel. Even for money- seriously! That'd fuck me up." 
"..Well- I'd assume you wouldn't fall for someone like him- he's a boy." He let out a small laugh through his sentence- pushing you out of your thoughts. You couldn't believe you let that slip. 
"Right- nah, I'm just saying y'know. If I was a girl and liked guys, I'd never choose him." A slight awkward silence ensues after that awful slip up from you. It's only after a whole chapter does Komaeda begin to speak again.
"Would you though?"
"Would I what?"
"..You know, date a boy?"
You fiddle with the corner of the pages, sucking on your teeth before breathing out a small string of words. "..Relationships are tiring." Is all you can pull out from your mouth before going back to reading. It was an nice way of getting out of the topic. You could've easily said no- but for some reason you remained vague. 
"..That's not answering my question. Are you seriously that incompetent?" He sneered before leaning his hand on the seat of your chair, his head lulled to the side of both of you. "..Don't answer that actually, I know you are that incompetent." It was hard to tell in that moment if Komaeda was against the idea of homosexuality or not- he was always mixed signals. You open your mouth to say something; but now he was much closer, you could feel that sultry voice vibrate down your ears, and so you close your mouth and stay silent. 
"..You've gone quiet. Are you truly that stumped by my question?" He hummed, chills now digging it's needles into your back. "..I suppose it is quite the hard question, even for an Ultimate it could stump them." That's a weird thing to say, especially from the suspicious implications. 
"..You talk too much. Just keep reading." Is all you breathe out before you flip the page over and Komaeda shifts back away from your chair. The moment ends.
But it wasn't even the fact that he was in a much higher position than you- a high standing pedestal than your excuse for being a "symbol".  Perhaps you're over reacting about the wrong thing. Komaeda had a reputation for despising all reserve course's to the core. A more filthier piece of trash than him (if that was possible in his mind.) The purest scum of the Earth. You should be running for life, and you would if you were in the most rational state of mind. But you're quite obviously not. He's going to eat you alive but god you wonder how it'd be if you did so first. Laying back onto the hood of your car, you shriek out a loud groan and grip at your hair in frustration. You don't know exactly why you're so stressed over him, someone who's merely a friend. Barely, actually- more like civil accquantainces who had common interests and that was all. He despised being seen in public with you; if his classmates ever walked into the library whilst you two were there, he would quickly but quietly shuffle to another nearby table. 
In the earlier months of your accquantainceship, you would've scoffed and insulted him after they left. But now, you simply look at them crowd around as they ask how Komaeda is before leaving. You felt like a frog amongst swans, something so dirty and unfitting to be with.
Silver glints of the moon fracture over the tides, the serene scenery surrounding you was ethereal, a song for the eyes. You've been here for about 5 hours, sitting in different positions all whilst rubbing your temples or banging your forehead onto your knees. It's getting harder to ignore this, to ignore him. Why are you here? You want to go home, but it feels like an obligation to stay and sort this out before you begin to lose your head. You'd honestly rather cut off your wings so that you can not fly into the sun but rather fall into the mighty blue beasts teeth than confront these ghastly thoughts of yours. Komaeda, Komaeda, Komaeda. You've never felt more stress over a name such as his. You should be cast to the wolves for these thoughts. But what thoughts? Your head does not contain blasphemies and your mouth has not committed any heresies. So why are you so troubled? Perhaps you do know, but if you even dare mention it you'd finally commit said heresy you so very feared. You can't say it. You won't dare think it. You refuse. You won't do it. 
But you can't stop- you've already done it. You imagine how perfectly your arms would fit around him, how easily your hands could mold together and your eyes would easily find the pearls of the deep dark in eachother's irises, how wonderfully your lips would fit like a jigsaw. 
You can't remember exactly how you became enamoured by him. Perhaps it was when you accidentally let your stare linger longer than you intended. That day, Komaeda brought in a book that you could only find via an online bookstore due to it being quite a strange piece. Turns out, he was absolutely infatuated with it, and rambling about it came easy to him.
"..The Book Of Disquiet is quite the interesting read- it was never finished, but it's easy to get how the book ends. The heteronyms that Pessoa created for it was intentionally made to be...boring. I've done alot of research on him- he really delves into the whole "Terrible Paradox of Self Awareness" topic- noting to the reader that writing and doing and saying is all completely meaningless yet continues to write, do and say things." The Lucky Student trails off, flicking back and forth to pages of his notes page he did on the portugese author, explaining and going through each little bit. 
You absorbed it in like a sponge- his voice was calming and his eyes were soft as he looked at the pages like it was a puppy. His hair was falling perfectly down his face and spilling onto his shoulders, his eyes shining with a glimmer you've only seen in the stars. Komaeda's beauty could never be put to justice through photos. Not even paintings could immortalise his visage- a night sky within his eyes and the sun within his soul. It was as if you were in an trance. There was a subtle breeze in your imagination as you stared- that was until you realised that was because Komaeda was waving his hand infront of your face.
"..Hello? Are you alright?" That was a first. He doesn't ask that often. "..You seem pretty out of it. It is quite warm in here.."
"..No. I'm fine. Keep reading." And the moment ends.
In your dreams, you described it as simple infatuation, but in reality it was not as airy and feather-light as that. In your nightmares, you described it as a deadly desire, but in reality it was not as short-lived and capricious as that. But to call it anything else in your own conscious mind? You'd rather be ripped from your organs.
But you don't want to keep thinking about it. You don't think you can do it any longer in this swealtering heat of the night. It was humid, but it barely felt like any air was being circulated around the Earth. One last sigh leaves you before you get up from your indented place in the sand and wander off to your car. It was an alright car, not the best and it was used by alot of past owners but it was the best you could get at your age. You pull out your keys and make sure to shake and jingle them a bit just so you can hear the clacking against them, hoping it'd snap you out of whatever this was. Opening the door and slamming it once you're inside, you push your keys into the engine and twist. Your car moans and groans several times, and you could've sworn you felt your heart shoot down to your gut. Your repeated attempts to twist your keys and turn on the engine are almost ridiculed by the curdling screams of the exhaust. Oh, come on. How did this happen? You take great care of your car! Not a single scrape or dent or even a mere collision with any other vehicle. What happened?
Ah. Right. Your tank- it was only one fifth full. Shit.
Well, now you're stuck at this beach with more rocks than grains of sand. His luck is rubbing off on you. Great, there you go again! You always just have to find some way to mention his name even in the most dire situations. What's wrong with you? A loud bang clanks against the hood of your car from the hail that was now pouring down, mocking you as you replicate those bangs onto your steering wheel from your forehead. Atleast you had shelter from it. But you had no money to call a repair work, and almost all of your friends were out for tonight. Oh, but who else is in your contacts that IS free? 
Komaeda Nagito.
You fully groan at his name, your hands dragging the skin of your face up and down. Do you really have to resort to this? It's either him or you stay in the hail with your car as shelter on a school night. God, and who knows how many assignments you probably have to do right now? You feel like crying. You end up crying. 
Hot blobs of salt run down your cheeks as you feel the overwhelming sense of dread. Nothing was going right for you today, nothing at all. Your bones feel heavy in your skin, your eyes straining to keep up with the amount of tears leaving you. Your car has no gas, it's hailing loudly and you're caught between the tides of pain and rapture as you stare at his contact on your phone. You hadn't even figured out the reason of why you are here. Maybe that's for the best. It'd be more awkward to face Komaeda if you had figured it out- but does that mean you most likely know what's wrong with you then? Are you in denial?
"...Hello?" His gravally voice seeps through the audio output.
"..Komaeda, can you come pick me up? My car broke down at the beach- I can't get home and I have no money to call repair services." Your voice is cracking and crumbling as you call, your hands occupied with either your phone or holding the wheel. All you hear is a groan that interrupts a 5 second silence. "..Please- after this I'll never call again, I promise-" All you hear is a beep. He hung up. What did you expect? Why would he ever come and help someone as pathetic as you?
You fall back into your seat, hands dragging your face again before you grumble to yourself under your breath. Why do you care so much? His attention burns your skin and his precense warms your nerves. You could practically melt at the thought of him. This isn't right. It just isn't right at all. It's disgusting, it should be illegal to feel like this for another man. You feel ashamed like you've committed murder. Being burnt at the stake would be a worthy punishment for this. Oh but the more you deny and refute this, refute him, the more you can't push these feelings down. It's all you're thinking about. 
So now you're stuck here and potentially broken what little bit of friendship you had with Komaeda. Great work. Aren't you just the most intelligent man alive? 
You huff it out in large and saltier blobs of misery, soon letting your exhausted eyes fall heavy. You're sitting in your car, hail now slowing as you drift off into probably one of the modt uncomfortable positions possible. In your dreams you envision a timeline where perhaps one of you were a girl instead, and loving eachother wouldn't need to be so compromising. Or perhaps a timeline where loving another boy wouldn't be compromising.
Soon enough, you're awoken by loud thuds and thumps against your window, you can barely make out what it is banging your window due to how much more the rain was pouring down now. A loud groan leaves your throat before you roll down the window, and your eyes finally open fully. That frizzy tuff of white cotten, now flattened by the rain is all too familiar for you. You stare at it. But not at his eyes.
Komaeda Nagito.
You both stare at eachother, stoic yet painful words were folded into the corners of eachother's eyes. It's been about 10 seconds you've been staring at eachother through your car window.
"..."
"..You truly are so incompetent, aren't you?"
What?
"..Driving all this way and you didn't even think to fill up your tank. On top of that, you call me of all people to solve this pathetic problem of yours and you're not even going to say a thing to me when I arrive."
He came here? But he hung up?
"..Are you blind? Are you deaf? Hello??" Komaeda sneers at you, grimacing at you. It's hard to see eachother through the rain.
"...you came."
He shuts up at that, and despite the rain, you can see his eyes soften. "..I did. You called me, you sounded.. stressed. So I came." But why?
"..I don't why I did. It was like I needed to. It doesn't make sense." He sighs before looking away. You narrow your eyes slightly, softening them too before you get out of your car and closing the door behind you, leaning against the soaked metal.
At this point, the only source of light came from your car lights, blaring from it's home to display all the droplets of rain that passed it. "..What happened?" His voice was quieter than quiet. Despite the rain being louder, you could only hear him. "..You don't usually go out so late. I thought your friends invited you out?"
"..You paid attention to that?" He nods. "I just needed to figure something out." He hums.
"..Well, have you?" You shake your head.
"..Maybe I can help. What is it you're troubling yourself with?" You huff.
Both of you wander over to the hood of your car, sitting ontop of it. "I can't tell you. I'd honestly rather die than do so. You'd rip me to shreds."
"What? Are you striving to become an Ultimate or something? It couldn't be that bad." You scoff and lay back onto your hood.
"..Remember that conversation we had a couple weeks back? You asked if I'd ever.."
"..Date a boy?" You nod. "..What about it?"
It takes a lot of courage to continue this conversation. "..What would.. what do you- think? Would you ever date one?" He shrugs. "Probably. Why? What does this have to do with anything?" How dense can someone be?
But that gives you a little something. He might. 
"..Put two and two together you fucking moron." At this point, you're getting tired of running away. Your feet are calloused with how much you've ran away from this problem of yours. You need to decide it now.
You glance over at his face and you see no malice in his visage. Perhaps he isn't here to taunt you. He's probably trying to understand what you meant. "..Ah." Is all he says before laying back onto the hood with you. "Whatever you decide for that, despite how..painfully filthy you are... I'll support you." 
He heaves alot during that sentence. Maybe it's due to the rain or maybe it just took too much out of him to try to be nice to you. You both look up, squinting through the rain. "..How long have you been out here?"
"..About.. 8 hours..? I don't know. I needed to find some space." Komaeda hums in agreement as he combs his strands back. "Fair enough. But you might catch a cold." That's new. "Since when did you care, Main course?" You could just about hear the small chuckle under his breath.
This all felt like some strange peace treaty between you two. It was no longer insults but rather it felt like light-hearted jokes. Like you two had known each other forever. "Would you rather me let you out to die from pneumonia?" You laugh and shake your head. Your laughter simmers down and you both look at each other, you hadn't looked at him for the entire time. Looking at him almost made you sob. You don't know if you can do this.
"So... what made you start... thinking of this whole liking boys thing?" He asks with a careful tone, talking to you at this moment felt like a delicate activity. You can't tell him that. You just shrug.
"So you pull me all the way out here, just so we can lay in the rain on your hood?" You smile at that but you shake your head. "..I don't think I can tell you why. I don't want to ruin this." You gesture to the little space between you two. "It's taken me so long to just say I potentially like...boys. I feel like I should be atoning for this."
"No shame in liking guys. You don't need to tell me why then," You thank him with your silence, ", Any guys you like right now though?" You slap his shoulder and he puts both hands up in the air with a smirk. "What? It's a genuine question!"
Eyes roll as you simply return to looking up at the crying sky. "Perhaps. Do you?" He shrugs. "Perhaps."
"You can't just copy my answer. Give me something here."
"You're not giving me a thing here. How about we both give small hints?" It's a good idea and so you agree. "Hair colour?" God that is the worst question. He'll easily tell who it is then. "That's way too obvious!" A small huff leaves him before he goes back to thinking. "Hm, fine.. which course is he in?"
The thing is, you don't know anyone else in the Main Course other than him and Kazuichi. He was your neighbour for a long time and you two grew close as friends. But he didn't know that, did he? "..Main Course." You awaited a scoff or a remark of how you don't deserve to love anyone from the Main Course, but he just hums.
"..Would you like to know mine?"
It almost takes your entire being to not say yes so eagerly. He clicks his tongue in amusement.
"..Reserve."
There's a strange casual coolness in his voice, as if he hadn't just said something that completely shook you to your roots and make you question everything about him. This contradicted everything about him! What kind of weird enemies-to-lovers experience did he have?
"..Shocking, I know. Seems like we're in similar situations, unfortunately." Komaeda remarks, however he has a smirk on his face that gives you a bad feeling that he knows. Maybe you should give in to defeat.
"..Don't you hate us? Why would you ever want to love one of us?" Your inquiry is the one to make him finally scoff. "..I never wanted to. But I had to accept it soon enough, I have enough things to eat away at me. I didn't need another." It felt slightly insulting but you got it. It was exactly like you and this gay situation. "..That's...fair enough. When did you finally accept it?"
"..About.. A month or two ago? I had let it waste away at me for about.. 4 months." 6 months. You've known him for 6 months.
"..Wow.. You've been in love with some dude ever since the day we met and you didn't bother to tell me? I'm honestly betrayed, Komaeda."
"Well I didn't exactly see you as a friend back then, did I?" That caught you off guard. "So that means you see me as a friend now?"
"Perhaps." That leaves a smile on your face.
You two stay out on your hood for another 5 minutes. It's getting cold. It's very late.
"..You figured it out yet?" His voice sounds less sultry, now it was more careful and smooth. You shrug.
Over the course of 5 minutes, 2 things went through your head. Should you just give in to defeat and tell him and potentially ruin everything or should you just say no and just get him to drive you two home and send a service for your car later? The latter sounds tempting. It's such a cursed mindset- it felt like a fruit from a poisonous tree. Your thoughts were fickle between the decisions of defeat and stubborness. All your troubling thoughts brutally clawed at your face and brain, infecting it like your brain was filled with scorpions. Your tolerance was beginning to simmer and sizzle. Perhaps you thought about it too much. Maybe you're overthinking. What if you gave in to defeat and he rejects you? It was all for nothing. But he doesn't owe you that affection just because you came out to him within the same day. Why can't you decide? Why won't you hurry up? Why, why, why?-
Your thoughts silence. His lemon grass eyelashes fluttered at you like rare butterflies in the spring morning. You take one more breath.
"I like a boy from the Main Course. I can.. confirm that now. I'm not the most.. okay with that fact but.. I can't let it eat me away aswell." You smile weakly at him. Looking into Komaeda's eyes, you can see glints of a smile in them. He seems proud of you.
"But I... uh.. don't think he likes me back." He cocks his head slightly to the side. "Why do you say that?" This might also give it away.
But your rational reasoning had been long gone from your brain ever since you started crying and screaming on a beach in a broken down car.
"He doesn't exactly like Reserves." You cover your mouth to giggle as if you just told someone the dumbest secret ever. His eyebrow raises at you. "Oh?"
Oh.
Shit.
"..Aha.. Ahhhhh... Yeah. What about your Reserve Crush? Does he like Main Courses?"
"No. He always scoffs when he sees me."
"I would too." You already do.
"Why wouldn't he like you though? Despite how painfully average you are... You're quite stunning in the moonlight. And somehow you're able to make me laugh everyday." You are quite the comedic genius.
"Because I'm no Ultimate. I've heard the way he talks about the Ultimates and I'm never going to live up to that. I wish I could. I always wonder if I'm ever going to."
"Maybe he's let go of that aspect of hatred from you." He suggests, looking over at you. "..Maybe he sees you as something even more." It's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "..How would you know that?"
"My luck is that of the stars. I might be right." Komaeda winks before staring deeper into your eyes.
"My troubles lie exactly with if he'll like me or not right now, and supposedly your luck will help me?" He shrugs. You two have become ever so much more closer on your hood, sitting upright. You two haven't made this long of eye-contact ever. You two haven't made this type of contact ever either. He's beautiful. You can feel his cold breath against you.
Over the course of your time together on your car with raining weeping onto you, Komaeda came closer for warmth and you came closer to try and hear his small tone. It's only become more apparent of how little space there was between you two. You have a strange feeling on where this is going with how close he is becoming.
"Are you scared?" You nod slightly. He probably noticed your eyes shake between his lips and the surroundings and back to his eyes.
"I feel like someone will see us."
"Through the car lights? I doubt it. Do you still want to deny yourself this? I can stop if you want." He backs away slightly as a demonstration, but you catch his shoulders and shake your head. "...There is nothing to run from. I'm not scared. I only have one more worry on my mind but... it's nothing you should be concerned about." And he smiles.
"Would you..let me answer your troubles?"
You're unsure of what he means, however you aren't given much of a chance to question him. You feel a cold pair of lips press against yours, and you feel complete. You two complete eachother, knocking their air out of eachothers lungs as you hold hands and kiss on your hood. "..Don't let them see my face." Is all you mumble through your muffled lips as you two, push eachother up against the car, holding eachother like life lines. "I don't know how to be without you." Komaeda mumbles back, digging his nimble hands into your hair.
It feels like fireworks as you finally break away and look at eachother. Your finger tips slowly trace to his knuckles, holding his hand tightly as you two continue to watch the tides rise and retreat.
"...Would.. would you.. like to go back now?" You nod. You two get off of the vehicle and enter Komaeda's. You leave with smiles and blushes between a silence.
The rain stopped at that very second.
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chocopat · 1 year
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hey again! I send in the general rantaro hcs and I loved them! can you do rantaro and nagito with the ultimate blackmailer, but is actually a really nice and caring person who just can find information like that easily? thank you!
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OHH THATS COOL
୧ 𖥔 ۫ ULTIMATE BLACKMAILER . . . 🍮📹
- with rantaro and komaeda
- warnings : hints of blackmailing but not actually blackmailinf yk, super short, ooc prolly
﹒ 𓈒 𓏸 ﹒ 🍞🐈‍⬛﹒ ࣭ 𖧋 ˚ 𓂋 ﹒
„ rantaro amami
- ughhh whenever you’d mention you have blackmail against him he giggles (cuz he knows you wont leak it) and pits his finger to his lips and does a “ shh “ sound omg
- whenever you catch him doing something he goes like “ what? gonna black mail me? “ and then laughs and tells you hes just kidding
„ nagito komaeda
- honestly wouldnt mind if u blackmailed him LMAOOOO hes a lil freaky weaky
- thinks you hopeful because if you have blackmail on a person who hurt you, you could ruin their entire career but he knows you dont have the heart to do that LOL
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the-ultimate-puppteer · 4 months
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Ibuki, Akane, and Sonia with a male S/O who's a famous delinquent for their charisma and their beastly strength and is gonna be in an upcoming turf war with a rival gang, S/O sees the leader of the rival gang flirt with with the girls and it triggers him to the max, making him become the embodiment of: "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, AND THEN I'LL KILL YOU AGAIN."
Ibuki, Akane, and Sonia with an Ultimate Delinquent Boyfriend
Akane Owari
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•Honestly it was only a matter of time till something like this happened
•I mean have you seen Akane? She's absolutely gorgeous
•Though she only had eyes for you
•Doesn't mean you were any less pissed off that some Scrub was hitting on your girl in front of you
•You were barely able hold yourself back from making him swallow his teeth
•Though as soon as the turf war started you shouted at him with the eyes of a demon
•Telling him”’You cocky scrub I'm gonna kill you until your dead and kill you again so you never touch what's mine again
•Needless to say you won that turf war and the rival boss was put in the hospital for a while
Sonia Nevermind
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•I kinda think it was Sonia being a bit of an airhead when it comes to Japanese culture that caused this incident to happen
•Truth is she didn't even realize that she was being hit on in the first place
•That definitely didn't help since it just encouraged the scrub
•Doesn't mean you took to kindly to some puffed up pissant flirting with your girl
•In light of the fact that a turf war was coming up you ended up settling matters right then and there
•Walking up to him and his group with eyes that showed immense blood lust
•Telling him, “Oi Scrub you think that since you're the boss of some pathetic gang that you're bossed up?” “Well I'm gonna make sure by the end of this your gonna be holding your molars!!!”
•By the end of it there's was t a need for a turf war since you beaten the boss of the gang and the squad leaders by yourself then and there
•And Sonia being who she couldn't help but admire the chaos you just caused comparing you to an anime character she saw
Ibuki Mioda
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•Lets be honest like with akane this was definitely gonna happen to her at some point
•Ibuki has a habit of wandering around where she wants and she s hot rocker girl
•It’s surprising this didn't happen sooner given who she is
•Her wandering off basically left you no choice but to look for her
•When you found her you saw her with the Boss of a bunch of scrubs that your gang was going to fight in a turf war soon
•And.He.Was.Flirting.With.Ibuki
•Yeah you immediately saw red and shouted out, “You Overgrown scrub, who the hell do you think you are hitting on my girl?!?!?”, “I’LL KILL YOU TILL YOUR DEAD THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!!!!”
•The fight that happened afterwards was bloody curbstomp with you as the winner
•And Ibuki was cheering you on from the sidelines yelling out how awesome she found you
•Afterwards she told you was totally going to make a song from this fight, she called The day my delinquent boyfriend rescued me by beating up a Rival gang
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idyllcy · 1 year
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the devil's tango
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Word count: 3.7k
Warnings: smut, breeding, eating out
Summary: Kitsune Komaeda fucks you on the temple floor.
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They tell you, don't visit the forest while it's dark out.
You? You don't care.
Or... you don't care enough to listen.
It's the quickest way home, and the moon is completely out. It won't be that dangerous. 
The shrine looks heavenly at night, the moon cascading a halo of white on the torii, causing it to look lighter than normal. The wind tickles your skin, causing you to pause and look up. It's a full moon.
Ghosts come out on full moons or something.
A black cat rubs itself on your calf, and you stare down at it.
You pick up your pace and tread through the temple quicker.
The leaves snap under your shoes, and the wind blows a little harder. Arms of green, brown, and red seem to loom over you, grasping you, reaching for you, trying to pry you to them and never see the morning again. The leaves under your feet turn black with the mud leftover from rain, staining the path dark with muck. As if you weren't borderline running already, you run faster.
The temperature was dropping rapidly.
You can't risk it tonight. Not when tomorrow there's another day; Not when your family's at home waiting for you to bring them something. Not when there's some creepy connotation about muddy stones and windy weather. Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to hear the second pair of footsteps behind you. By the time you do, it's a little late.
"Ah, a human? At the shrine? On a day like this?" The voice is breathy; scratchy, almost.
You whip your head around, horrified at a voice.
It's a fox... wait, no, that's not a fox. That's a Kitsune. A human... kitsune? Wait, this could be a furry. Is he a furry? You don't care actually. He's hot.
The male is pale, and he stares at you, curious as to why you were still out at this hour.
"Do you not know that the full moon brings out demons?"
Upon first notice, his hair is white, the tips blushed red. His ears are the same, white fading into red, and you take note of the seven tails coming out of him. He's in a white kimono, and he almost looks like a female had it not been for his voice. He's pretty. Like really pretty. In fact, he's so pretty that the only thing you can think about is how pretty he is. How is this random fox-looking guy in a shrine so gorgeous? What the hell? How dare he? Ah, was he a Kitsune?
"I haven't gone weary from exhaustion, have I?" You squint at the male.
"No," He smiles. "You haven't."
"Right," you smile. "I'm trying to get home through the temple. There's a shortcut here."
"I see," The male's ears perk at the information. "Shall I walk you home? It's dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be alone."
"How do I know you're not the same as them?" You raise a brow and keep walking.
"Well," He follows you. "If you didn't let trash like me help, you'd end up devoured."
"By the demons?"
"By the demons," He walks next to you, and you take a look at him again. He's fucking gorgeous.
He stares back at you, unsure about what to feel. "I'm so sorry... having to have someone as awful as me lead you to the exit... how horrible that must be..."
"Huh? Trash?" You raise a brow at the male. "You?"
"Yes... there are so many better kitsunes to help..."
It's strange. You had thought Kitsunes were confident people. Well, it's not like it matters. You glance at him, blinking in curiosity. You wonder why he lacks so much confidence in himself. He's among the prettier Kitsunes met by people, yet at some point, you wonder why he's like this. You think he's cute.
"Um... if it helps, I'm glad you're the one helping me," You smile at him shyly.
He stares at you, eyes wide in fascination. "Ah... wow... thank you! You know, it's incredible that someone as plain as you could even thank me, but thank you! You seem like a nice darling. What are you doing out here again? What if someone jumps you?"
You scratch your cheek. "That won't happen."
"And you're so sure because?" Komaeda glances at the forest.
"The village is kind," you smile. "Thank you for escorting me, kitsune."
Komaeda smiles at you. "I do hope I get to see you again some day."
"We'll see," you rush back into your estate, calling for your family. You brought them dinner.
The village snakes catch wind of you out with a man at night. How scandalous! How vile. Whoring around before you even got married or engaged? Who did you think you were? How disgusting. A demon especially? You weren't walking around with any other man; you were walking around with the devil! The village spreads the news quickly, and even your parents start to shun you. Ah. How cruel.
You stay home, shunned by everyone alike. You wonder what you did. Maybe you shouldn't have asked for the fox's help. Was it your fault for that? You wonder yourself. Well, it's not like you'd ever have the chance to find out. Your parents would probably wed you off to a nearby village since you were caught escorted by a demon.
The news trickles in slowly at first.
There's been a murder in the village.
You aren't part of it, so you sit back in your room and have dinner alone.
Then, a second.
A third.
A fourth.
It's a serial murder case.
The village curses and yells at each other, screaming about how someone of their own blood could betray them. The hostility that swirls around each villager's family at the sight of another is enough to make your stomach lurch with disgust. You suppose it was sooner or later that the village would create its downfall. You just hope you don't end up in the house if anyone tries to burn you alive.
You wonder what's going on when the entire village goes silent after a meeting.
"They're telling us to quarantine," Your older sister tells you, sliding you your lunch. "So that the murderer can't get to us."
"Mm," You mumble weakly. "Will I be let out in our yard?"
"Kaa-san and tou-san said no," She sighs. "Eat well."
"Thank you."
The murderer can enter houses apparently. First, the local farmer's house dies in a massacre. The village screams and cries when the food supply is cut off. Then, the local woodsman dies. You stopped caring after the sixth family died. The village is terrified for their life. There's something about how they're convinced it's your fault or something. You've been locked in your room, but the spirits are looking to devour you or such. You think it's hysterical, but to the paranoid villagers, it isn't so much so.
Then, the local priest receives an oracle from the heavens... or something like that. You're not sure. You're being dragged and pulled around to bathe and get ready for something. No one's telling you anything. You sit there in silence as they dress you, the clothes feeling heavy after months of wearing rags.
"Am I being sacrificed?" You stare at your mother, and she turns to the side. "I'll take that as a yes."
Your sister places her necklace on you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. You're not sure how to feel anymore. You suppose that the detachment of living alone and having meals sent to you has detached you from your family. Would you be saved? You wonder how that spirit was doing. Perhaps you'd get saved. What pointless thoughts.
The villagers parade you down the road in your wedding kimono. You don't look at anyone, but stare at the woods instead. You wonder if you could make a run for it. Probably not. You haven't left your room in months. It'd be impossible to outrun people who were working in the fields every day.
The stop is the same temple you passed that night.
You stare at the red of the torii, and you stand in the center of the temple. The village throws flowers around the space, and you sit down on the floor. 
Day turns to night, and the sun sets to rest. The village leaves at sunset.
The moon rises to start its night.
It's cold in the temple. 
It's another full moon again.
You wonder if the demons will really eat you this time.
You hear leaves rustle behind you, and you stare at the animal. It's a fox.
"Hey," You susurrate at the fox. The animal steps over and rubs against you. You hum gently, petting it.
"It's just the two of us, huh?" You rub its fur, the fox chirping happily. "I wonder what I did wrong."
"Nothing, really," The fox on your lap glows, and the weight changes. You lean back, shielding your eyes, and you stare at the male leaning forward. "Humans are selfish creatures just as we are vengeful ones."
You blink at the male. "You're... the kitsune I met that day."
"Yep," He grins. "Oh, for your information, the oracle wasn't wrong. I just need... some way to remove the curse from you and then you'll be fine. Really only spirits and demons can do that."
You blink at him. "I'm cursed?"
"You know the black cat on the first day?" Komaeda's tail tickles your wrist.
"Mm?"
"Demon," He rubs himself against you. "I really only wanted to escort you back but... you're really pretty."
Komaeda rests his ear on your chest, and he purrs. You lift a hand to pet his hair, and he hums happily.
"And how do I get rid of the curse?"
"Ah..." Komaeda's cheeks burn red. "Um... blessings."
"Huh?"
Komaeda blinks innocently at you, hand trailing up your thigh. His fingers dance up to your stomach, and he presses gently. You blink at him curiously, and he lowers his mouth to your shoulder. Sliding the fabric off gently, he whispers again. "Blessings." And he bites on your shoulder.
You yelp, squirming from the way his canines dug into your skin.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles against your skin. "You have to have a spirit as awful as me break your curse but... I just can't help but..."
"H-huh?" You feel your back pressed to the temple floor. And Komaeda cages you in with his arms.
"F-forgive me for... violating you like this," Komaeda whimpers, sliding his hand up your chest. Pulling at the fabric roughly, the wedding kimono is ripped, not without a weak apology from the kitsune. You're not even sure what his name is, but as he presses his lips to yours, your mind spaces out. Your lips part for his tongue almost naturally, and he kisses you feverishly. He grips your shoulders, licking at you.
Your eyes glaze over, and Komaeda's lips trickle down your face to your chest. 
"N-name," You gasp as he pinches your nipple. 
"Hm?" He peeks at you, eyes wide with interest.
"Y-your name," You whimper as a tail tickles you.
"Nagito," He blows on your ear. "Hm? Darling?"
Your lips part as he moves back to your chest, twisting and sucking at your nipples. The skin turns red from his pinching, and he bites curiously at the nubs. You make such pretty noises when he does. He peeks down at you curiously, taking in the sounds that slip past your lips. He's lost count of how many sacrifices he's taken and killed on the spot, yet you make him want to keep you alive. Maybe he'd actually take a sacrifice back home for once. It wouldn't hurt.
He presses a hand to your stomach, and the other pries your legs open. 
"To think they went so far this time..." He mumbles, sliding a finger into you. He stares at the liquid that trickles out, and he smiles cheekily. They seem to get better every time.
You shift from the new feeling, and Komaeda blinks as he moves his finger. Wow. You're really wet.
He slides a second finger in and hums in amusement as you try to move your legs. There's a thin sheen of sweat on your body, and Komaeda lowers his mouth to his fingers, curious about how you'll taste. 
"N-NO!" You yelp, trying to push his head away. "Th-that's dirty!"
Komaeda ignores you taking out his finger to hold your wrists to your stomach. He lowers his mouth and licks. You squeak and try to kick him away, but he just presses his tongue into you instead. Your thighs tighten around his head, and he looks up at you, half curious to see what you looked like.
You look heavenly. 
Komaeda stares at your lips parted and head thrown back. His ears flutter amusedly, and he starts sucking. He uses his free hand to keep your legs apart, and he hums. The vibrations shoot up your core, and you gasp. You struggle against his hold, and Komaeda continues eating you out. Ah, you taste so much better than the previous sacrifices. He's almost glad he got you caught on purpose. Well, not that he would tell you.
You struggle against his grip even harder, and he feels you tighten around his tongue. He moves his hand from your thigh to help his tongue, and you strain against him, whimpering and crying. It feels weird. You feel weird. Komaeda ignores your whines, and he speeds up instead. Your kicking eventually turns to thrashing, and with a final thrust of his fingers, you come undone on his face. 
Your cum soaks him, and his ears flick to get the fluid off while he licks to clean you up a little. He tests you out with his fingers, and he grimaces. You're not stretched well enough. Before you can register what's going on, Komaeda's eating you out again. This time, he cares not for your comfort, but he's trying to get you as wet as possible. You cry and shake, pawing at his head to try and get him off of you because you're sensitive from the last orgasm, but he pays your ministrations no mind. 
Your second orgasm hits harder than the first. Your legs tighten around his head, and you cry from how hard it hits you. Your cum squirts all over his face. The bottom of his ears are drenched, and he gets back to licking you clean. He's a little gentler this time, making sure you're somewhat clean.
He finally detaches himself from you, and he stares at the strand of fluid that connects his lips to you.
"Ready for the actual curse-breaking now?" He smiles cheekily, almost mockingly.
"H-huh?"
"That was to make sure," Komaeda licks his lips, pulling you to his chest, finally letting you sit up. "That you'd be able to fit..." He tugs the bottom of his kimono apart. "This." Your eyes widen at his cock.
"That won't fit," You whine as he lifts you gently and hushes you.
"It will if you stop squirming," He bites on your shoulder and spreads your hole, slamming you down. You choke on a broken moan, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Komaeda licks the wound on your shoulder. "See?"
Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Komaeda purrs in your ear. Your mind is somewhere else as you sit in his lap. Komaeda laps at your neck while he waits for you to adjust. You hear him ramble about how pretty you are between the licks, and you sigh in exhaustion. The tears on your cheeks are dry at this point. Komaeda's ears twitch at the sigh, and he presses a kiss under your eyes.
"Can I move?"
"Is this really going to break the curse?" You exhale sharply as he thrusts into you. You yelp.
"It's never not worked," He hums. "Humans are cruel, you know?"
You whimper as he bounces you on his lap.
"When I heard the priest," He presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes like you. "I thought your family would surely resist. They didn't, and they sent you here instead. Now you're my bride."
Your grip on his shoulders loosens a little, and Komaeda hums gently, pressing a hand to your stomach.
"See? I can feel myself thrusting into you," He hums. "I'm so glad trash like me received someone as angelic as you for my bride. You're going to look lovely living with me." He babbles, and you pant as he continues bouncing you. You can feel another orgasm coming. Clawing at his chest gently, Komaeda presses a kiss to your neck. 
"Cum for me, angel," He slams you down harshly, and you arch. Your lips part, and Komaeda stares at you come undone on him. His pupils dilate, and he stares at the cum seep out of you. Ah. He had cum as well. A ring of white forms at the base of his cock, and he glances at your tired form. He wants more.
Without warning, Komaeda pushes you back onto the ground. Your eyes widen, and you yelp, but Komaeda makes no motion to stop. You feel him grow hard in you again, and he thrusts back into you. The tile scratches against your back, creating marks over you, and you cry as Komaeda bites down on the nape of your neck. You hear something briefly about how that way the others would know you're his, but you're too fucked out to pay attention.
Komaeda breeds you like he has no tomorrow. His thrusts are sharp, bumping your cervix, desperate to make sure that you're full, filled, guaranteed to have his pretty little pups. The idea of you all pretty and round with his kits, his kits. Komaeda hikes your leg further up his shoulder, pressing your knees to your chest to make sure his cum stays. He's never been one to hope for good luck but fuck; the things he would do to see you running around with you two's kits had him weak.
"N-Nagi," You gasp, whimpering at how rough he was. "'s too much."
"You can take it." He hisses, nestling his cock deeper into you. "You've lasted until now; you can take another one."
You sob as Komaeda peppers kisses over your face and chest. His claws dig into your waist, forcing you impossibly closer to him. The tears streaming down your face are replaced with a set of new ones, and Komaeda whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You got this. You're his good girl, aren't you? His sweet little angel? His pretty little thing.
His tail fans around you, and all you can see is the white of his tail and the pink at the tips. He's really pretty. His tails are really pretty. You brush your finger against it gently, and Komaeda moans. Ah. He sounds really pretty. You whimper as he thrusts into you particularly sharply. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and you cum again. His kimono is wet beyond repair by now.
He hisses as he fills you up again. The white fills you up, painting your walls and forming a new ring at the base of his cock. Komaeda licks his lips at the white and nibbles on your earlobe. You heave, breathing heavily, and he licks up your cheek to taste your tears.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders with what little strength you have, and he lets your leg down from his shoulder. For a moment, you think he's going to let you breathe. He doesn't. Instead, he sits up, forcing you up with him, keeping you plugged. "Last one, I promise."
You don't even have the strength to argue against him now.
His thrusts start slow, his cum trickling out of you, making a mess of the temple floor. You let out a broken moan, and he takes it as a sign to continue.
"I'll fill you up again, I promise," Komaeda pants. "I'll make sure that you're bred and full by the end of tonight. Ah, I can't wait to see what kind of hope the two of us create. I'd be thrilled if they took after you. They'd look so pretty if they looked like you."
You tighten your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your back instinctively. He lifts you from the ground as he continues thrusting. The fur on his tail wraps you protectively, and it's soft. "hah..., I love you so much, angel. You were so kind to me when I helped you out. You didn't complain when the village threw you out to me... You deserve the world... I'll give it to you if you ask. I'll even turn you into a spirit if you want. Anything for you... you're so... dazzling... darling... angel... hah..."
Weakly, you cum on Komaeda again, and you feel his cum fill you up again. You blink tiredly as he licks at you, and your eyes close. Softly, you hear Komaeda tell you to rest.
The morning sun kisses you awake gently, and you wake up to the soft fur of the kitsune wrapped around you. You blink awake slowly, and Komaeda grins down at you.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Where... am I?"
"My residence," Komaeda presses a kiss to your forehead before pushing back. "Ah, I'm sorry. I should've asked for permission. Trash like me really doesn't deserve to be touching someone like you so lightly-"
"No," You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. "Good morning, Nagito."
His eyes widen, and a dazzling smile makes it onto his face. Komaeda wraps his arms around your waist and presses a hand to your stomach. He looks fondly at you, and you sigh.
"I love you a lot," Komaeda hums. "Angel."
"I know," You hum back. "Thank you for saving me."
"Anything for you."
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raitonsfw · 1 month
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: The days where you could get Mikan alone in the cottage were the closest days to relaxation she could get. And you did everything in your power to let her rest... against the tips of your fingers.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, pussywhipped!reader, timid!mikan, cunnilingus, fingering, breast play, clit play, body worship, praising, just basically mikan falling apart underneath reader's fingers.
a/n: not me going back to everytime she had a fanservice moment to gawk at her. v-day m.list | m.list
thirst count: 1
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
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Her pliant whines were the only thing you heard from the echo of the cottage– and the only sound you wanted to hear for the rest of your life. You glanced down at Mikan, one of your hands fondling her breast as it bounced against the fabric of her bra and the other trailing down to ghost her hip. You had been careful with her prior to this; only so much and she would break. 
But as her hands slid towards your own chest, your softness dissipated slightly. “Mikan…”
“I’m sorry! Do you not want me to touch there? I can just–” She started, the insatiable fear rattling her nerves and you pressed a chaste kiss on her lips to calm her down. You slid your cunt onto her thigh, the heat sticking to your body as you did so and rolled your hips down once to relieve yourself a bit. You were so hot against her, every single nerve ending in sparks as her hand groped you this time. 
And you just couldn’t keep quiet as you let out a moan, your head diving down towards the lace of her bra and unclasping it from the back to let them bounce in your face. You nipped at the left one, fondling the other as your mouth sucked against her budded nipple; and more whimpers dripped from her lips when you bit down softly. 
“Ah, Y/N–!” Mikan yelped, her back arching slightly as you finally nudged your fingers into the outline of her panties, pulling them off in one fell swoop. 
“Shh, calm down baby– relax for me, okay?” You cooed, leaning upwards to situate yourself further back on the bed. 
You found her clit pretty easily, as she had opened her legs for you– her pretty pussy finally on display and you couldn’t help but stare at it in awe as it clenched slightly when you rubbed over the sensitive bud. Mikan’s milky thighs trembled as you rubbed tiny circles against it, sinking two fingers into his tight entrance simultaneously. She took them in so easily, the arousal slicking them droolingly as you fucked them into her. 
You scissored your fingers inside her and a desperate moan caught in her throat, her eyes squeezing closed and– you must’ve grazed her sweet spot, something so sensitive in her that it made her toes curl with pleasure. 
“Right there, sweetheart? Doing so well for me, got me soaking–” You praised, fucking your fingers in and out of her now with more oomph– as her hips started to meet your hand’s movements. She had looked away from you, her entire face flushed with red and her hair stuck to her collarbones and the surface of the pillow. But, you want to see her pretty face. 
You wanted to see her cum whilst looking you straight in the eye, moaning your name like it was heaven on Earth. Grasping her chin, you tilted it so she was straight within your vision; her eyes peaked open, revealing mauve silhouettes of her ecstasy. “C’mon, let me see you cum on my fingers…” 
Mikan nodded, half-lidded lust peering back up at you as she whined out ‘yes, don’t stop’ and ‘thank you, y/n– ah, right there, keep going!’ Her hips stilled against your fingers and you felt her cunt squeeze them like a vice, pulsing against them harshly as she came. Everything was on display for you now, her broken gasps, her tits jiggling in her convulsions, and her voice calling out your name so fucking needily– it made your head spun as you shoved your fingers as deep inside her as you could. 
“Feel better, my pretty girl?”
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rottenmercury · 2 years
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Kazuichi as a sub
tags: sub!kazuichi, fem!dom!reader, gagging, oral!fixation, bondage, begging, degradation, strap-on, edging
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I feel like Kazuichi is very switchy, but, when being a sub, he's really open and fine with trying new things. He's the type of guy who just really appreciate making love with his S/O, so as long as he's touching or being touched by you, he'll be glad. But, there are some specific things that he reaally enjoy.
For example, he kinda loves being degraded. The thought of you saying that he's a nasty little slut, or even a pervert, really gets him going. He also really enjoys himself when you tease his nipples, they are very sensitive. To be honest, I think that restraining him would make him feel very frustrated, but in a cute way. I can picture him looking at you with his eyebrows frowning, his lips pouting a little bit, being very loud and insistent when begging for you to let him touch you.
Another point is that I think he would be very vocal. Begging, moaning, talking, laughing, whining, everything. He likes to talk, and especially to beg for the things he want you to do with him. That's why the combo bondage + mouth gag would be an excellent way to punish him. He's loud and hyperactive, so not being able to talk nor touch you would make him feel too powerless.
He's not difficult to break, either. A few touches here or there, a little teasing and one punishment would be enough to make him beg for your forgiveness, saying that he's so so so sorry and that he'll be such a good boytoy for you.
"You can do anything you want to me, y/n, just please let me cum, please! I promise I'll be good, I'll promise I won't do it again! Please please please!"
And last but not least, I feel like he has a very sensitive mouth/tongue also, so I can see him having an oral fixation. Put your fingers in his mouth. Put your strap on his mouth. Your pussy. Anything. He'll gladly suck it, lick it, and whimper during the process, rolling his eyes as the pleasure of having his pretty mouth abused makes him harder and harder. Make him stick out his tongue and force him to look at you while he swallows your strap-on. He'll be so fucking flustered.
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goddess-of-green · 2 years
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Random ask, can we get the aftermath of the soup scene? Like, what would Nagito’s reaction be to finding out he humped his S/O’s thigh? Lmao. You don’t have to do this
please he would be devastated (i wrote a blurb this probably sucks idk i'm tired) word count: 281
Warnings: GN!Reader, extremely suggestive themes, use of pet names (darling, honey) (art creds: Zakiko)
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"Please! Forgive me, my darling... How truly disgusting of me...to do something so despicable, and in your presence nonetheless! I understand if you never want to see my wretched, perverted face again..." Tears ran down Komaeda's face, but despite his words he clung to you with a vice grip.
Komaeda had always been like this, ever since you affirmed with him you didn't mind his touch. Even when he was convinced you hated him, he couldn't stop himself from seeking your comfort. The only way he would stop is if you told him to.
You didn't mind so much though, you wanted to be a pillar for him when he had his breakdowns. Even if they were about how much you must "hate" him.
You stroked his hair with one hand, and brought up the other to caress his cheek. Petting Komaeda was usually effective in calming him down.
"What do you mean, honey? I'll always stay with you, okay? It's absolutely not your fault what happened." You spoke softly, trying to get your words to sink in as Komaeda stared at you with teary eyes.
"And besides..." You leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I love your beautiful face, why wouldn't I want to see it?"
Komaeda sniffed, and you felt a stab of sympathy as fresh tears ran down his cheeks.
"Y...You're beautiful." He murmured, laying his head on your shoulder.
You tugged gently at the ends of his hair, happy that he at least wasn't self-deprecating anymore.
"We match then, huh?" You smiled, wrapping your arms around him.
Komaeda's lip quivered, and he hugged you. "I love you..."
"I love you too," You squeezed him, "Always."
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