#yeah nagito is in his boxers

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Future arc episode 1.

Aka Makoto's very, bad horrible day

Thonks.

Okay so we're just gonna jump right into Makoto being arrested.

Fun.

Makoto who just does not give a fuck.

That is not the look of fear.

White haired dude is doing the this is why your arrested thing.

And immediately, vibes are off. Maybe it's cos he's arresting Makoto.

Because Makoto is my boy.

Or because I don't like his hair. It looks... So bad. I can't put it into words but the more I look at it.

Yikes.

Love the snap shot of the tragedy.

Red sky, everyone in Monokuma masks the snap shots of the Remnants causing havoc.

I wasn't prepared for Gundam's snake army.

Which he has, apparently.

Low key thought what is probably a giraffe, was a dinosaur.

And the snake wrapped around him, iconic.

And the lil bit of Nagito bowing to the Warriors of Hope.

... Which makes me realise Komaru and Makoto literally just reunited and now your arresting him.

Booo!!!

Booooooo!!!

"Humanity had one hope against the despairs"

Makoto Naegi.

"The future foundation."

Pfft. Nope.

You don't even get the lenience of not knowing, the game was televised.

Also why do they all have giant ass trench coats, but this one girl has a fur trimmed one?

We were supposed to be coordinated but nooo.

You guys trying to convince me you saved the world and you can't even coordinate a group outfit?

Suuureeee.

I'm sorry but I can't take this serious narration seriously when looking at people with Monokuma masks on.

And a teeny fedora on one side.

It's so silly, I love it.

See, they may be trying to destroy us all but at least they can coordinate.

I do hope we see and hear more of the tragedy. Especially from these guys because we don't know much about it.

I mean our only sources are Junko and Genocider, not the most reliable.

16 remaining.

...thats not gonna last. And I'm glad we're not doing 15 and than a secret 16 student this time.

At least I hope so.

I swear if there's a random 17th student I'm gonna flip the table.

Random dude with a bull head.

And fur coat girl feeding the guy who's head is on her lap food.

Okay than.

I dunno why but I was suprised they had talents like oh yeah that's not just a high school thing is it.

Immediately, suspicious.

Because tf you mean the Director is the former Director of Hope's Peak.

You mean to tell me there are teachers that survived?

Given what happened to Jin Kirigiri I just assumed all the teachers were gone.

... Apparently not....

But the director? How did Izuru not just destroy you? Like you survived? Are you the only one who did?

I was so scared he was gonna be a secret Kirigiri or something.

Also sus that we don't know his talent, unless he doesn't have one.

I'll be honest, the talents are kinda lame. I mean we've got:

Wrestler.

School scout.

Therapist.

Pharmacist.

Boxer.

Confectioner.

Farmer.

Blacksmith.

Housekeeper.

They aren't bad, they are some pretty cool ones but we're coming off detective, gambling queen, soilder.

Like I expect a few normal titles but suprised there was nothing crazy.

... I'm gonna take that back when the Housekeeper goes full Kirumi Tojo and turns out to he president of Japan aren't I?

I guess it makes sense because they were the survivors of humanity united together.

So them having normalish talents make sense but yeah.

I'm actually more suprised everyone was a Hope's peak student or staff member than anything else.

Also we gotta give them a better title than "Former super high school level" because that just sounds sad.

Oh and we're on a completly safe on an island that no one knows about...

Yeah ya'll are fucked.

White haired dude is back.

And we know he's clearly a big deal because he walked up onto the table.

... How high are the ceilings here?

Kyosuke Munakata. He's the vice chairman of the future foundation.

I will say his hair sucks but that tie is interesting.

And suspicious.

No one walks around in all white with a black tie that has a monster on it.

And we get a full look at the Remnants.

Badass.

Also Mikan's nurse hat looks so adorable.

Twogami with the night vision goggles.

Foreshadowing.

Sonia with the crown 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼yesss.

What are you talking about? You don't look at these murderers with glowing red eyes and think, besties?

Sounds like a you problem.

They officially call Makoto the Ultimate Hope.

So happy, I'd be more happy if they weren't trying to arrest him tho.

"Is he even worthy of that name?"

... If I didn't like you before I sure don't now Munakata.

Don't talk about my boy like that.

Sidenote, I dunno why they keep calling it treason. You guys aren't as far as I know a government or a monarchy.

It's not treason.

Man nothings ever gonna top Makoto showing up late to his own trial.

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Asahina!!! And Kyoko!!! With him, yess.

Outfits look great guys.

Maybe that's how you become a future foundation enemy? You just outclass them in the fashion department.

Man I missed these guys.

And yeah... They just arrest Makoto, no rebuttal just accepting he did the crime they're accusing him of and he deserves the punishment.

Love Asahina trying though, that was sweet. It must be hard for these guys too.

And I really like how there's people in the foundation wgo still respect Makoto.

Yeah he betrayed you, you're just doing you're job.

But he's also a colleague, he's someone you've come to know. You still respect him for the things he's done and still like him as a person.

I appreciate that.

... Unfortunately there's also the asshole's who hate him completely.

And fucking beat him to the ground.

And someone tried to throw a knife at Asahina, who's innocent mind you.

...This series is gonna give me anger issues I swear.

That good ol hopes Peak hypocrcy alive and well it seems.

I never thought I'd say this but can we start the killing game?

Please.

They made him bleed the asshole's... And the blood is red.

Kyoko maintaining her image because she knows she has too, while making it clear she is pissed off.

She's immediately characterised correctly.

... Is Chisa the Housekeeper lady with Munakata?

Girl I don't even know you and you deserve better.

Kyoko being Makoto's boss makes so much sense, professionally.

And in her own way telling Asahina she doesn't want her going down with them.

Asahina though, not backing down. I love the friendship between these two.

"We've been through worse."

Ha ha... Don't say it...shhsss

Wait, Chisa taught the Remnants?!

I guess someone would've had to but... What?! You're telling me they allowed her in here?

I appreciate her talking about this, hearing from her you can't kill them with kindness.

Hits harder, because she probably tried to. It must've been hard for her to see her own class destroy the world.

And visually they both look similiar, same green eyes and brown hair.

I wonder if she sees part of her in him. And telling him to quit while he's ahead.

... But Makoto's gonna do it anyway.

Or already has.

I love his answer though, it's so utterly Makoto.

They were people, they weren't born evil and I see hope in them.

... Fine I'll give Munakata a chance but I'm 👀watching you mister.

Hmm let's see, the buildings shaking and there's a bunch of dead bodies in a toilet stall.

Killing game tiiime.

I love the idea of Kyoko abd Asahina just shoving Yasuhiro outside.

Glad he looks the most changed, because he always was the oldest.

Aaand rocket missles.

Man Makoto just getting treated like shit... What would holding him down do? He's already injured.

I get that he's Lucky but it's not always good... As your about to see.

I will say I appreciate Munakata being level headed in the crisis. He might be vice chairman but he's definitely a leader.

Kinda like how Kyoko is Makoto's boss but when it comes to it, Makoto is definitely the leader between them. With Kyoko as his second.

Which is a neat parallel between him and Munakata.

Welp there's the sleeping gas.

And we're waking up disorientated and confused.

With... Bracelets? So at least Makoto got the handcuffs off.

Monokuma's suprise shouldn't make me laugh but here we are.

Makoto looks horrified, poor guy. I think he could've gone his whole life without hearing that again.

Poor boy, got arrested, beat the fuck up, and now relieving the worst experience of his life again.

With all the people who want him dead.

... Fuck man..

I hope the confusion is more what the fuck are you and not what is that?

Because I'm sorry if you don't know what a Monokuma is by now...you're really bad at you're job.

But ohhh boy we really are back in buisness.

"We'll make it a game, you millenials are into that aren't ya."

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Makoto, I appreciate the early Hope speech because fuck Monokuma.

But literally everyone but your friends and Chisa maybe want you dead.

...and hun, you know how this works.

Makoto being instantly horrified and pissed off is the Makoto I need more off.

.... And they fucking killed Chisa.

I don't think we've ever had an opening kill? But... Fuck man, I was expecting her to survive.

... Nope... And oh man it's so brutal, the red blood really makes it worse.

And now Munakata's grieving and pissed...

Which means one of the more level headed dudes isn't gonna be anymore.

Man...Games begun.

Monokuma addressing Makoto by name like an old friend just adds to it.

Fuck man we in for a ride.

#danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school #Danganronpa #makoto naegi #kyosuke munakata #kyoko kirigiri #asahina aoi #long post

[urmommy-r34]

Dinner Date (A super hawt Nagito x Fem!reader fic by Rin, btw, i'm Rin <3.)

This is a Nagito Komeada x Fem!reader smutfic so yeah ! (read the tags for this one)

Your lovely boyfriend, Nagito, really wanted to do something for your 1 year anniversary of dating, so he decided to get fancy and go to s\o's favorite fancy restaurant, he got dressed up in his nicest fit and waited for you to come in to the shared room to get dressed, he sees you walk in with your beautiful makeup and h\c hair. "You look very pretty s\o!" you thank him and tell him how handsome he looks and he lets you get dressed after thanking you, you walk out of the shared room in a short, f\c, dress and nice black heels. He looks you up and down and smiles at how lucky he is to have you, which when you get in the car he keeps saying, you finally kissed him to shut him up (you love your little luck monster LMAO). You two walk in the restaurant, you get happy to be here, and hug your amazing boyfriend for setting this up all on his own. You both sit next to eachother, abd he looks at you and takes all your beauty in again so he can compliment you, "s-s\o, you just look so amazing right now, well you always look amazing, but right now you loo-" you put your hand on his inner thigh with a smirk, and quickly remove it in order to tease him and queit him down. he looks at you with blushed cheeks "you know i could just do this" he rubs his hand on your inner thigh this time and you bit your lip, until the waiter comes over asking for your drinks, you both order your favorite drinks and continue this thing your doing, Nagito puts his hand back on your high inner thigh and keeps going up until he gets to your soaked panties, his smile of pure pleasure at this discovery, "Really? In the restaurant, and you want to be wet for me. I'm sorry but that's embarrassing, i bet your embarrassed, horny girl" he winks at you and your waiter finally comes back with the drinks and asks for food you both order a big meal of something you could both eat together Nagito looks at how you sip out of the straw, he chuckles, "i wish you'd put me in your mouth like that righ now." he knew the sub in you wants to so badly, and his boner keeps yelling he wants to be sucked off. You stare at him disbelief, he looks and says "I said suck me off, s\o" he looks at his boner hoping you'd look to (how could you not he's huge), "please?" He looks at you, for a dom he's always been so soft. And you oblige, you crawl under the long clothed table, where you are unable to be seen, and palm Nagito, who bites his lip to keep his sounds out, you repeat the palming a few times, he's qeuit so he doesn't disturb someone, but his pants are soaked in his pre-cum. You look at him "Wow, the kinky dom who likes to tie me up, cumming in his pants like a little teen." He decides he's had enough of your bratting around, and unzips himself and pulls his boxers down, you start to suck him off as a tease but he doesn't want to be teased right now, he wants to cum. Nagito starts bobbing you as fast as his hands possibly can, he grunts "s\o~" and cums in your mouth, as he secretly orgasms in this fancy restaurant, you come back up, kiss your boyfriend, and receive the food, but you know once you get back in the house, your getting you brains fucked out~.

#nagito x reader smut #nagito komeada x reader #danganronpa nagito #female reader #deez nuts #semi public sex #sub reader

[thatotherfanfic]

Chapter 23: Verbal Affection is a Learned Skill

Feat: Hiccups, feeding kink, weight gain, pork cutlet bowls

After the hellish trauma gauntlet that had taken up all of Saturday, Kazuichi shouldn't have been surprised Sunday passed the way it did. Namely, he slept through most of it. 

"It's not that surprising," Teruteru said, in response to Kazuichi's shocked protestations that it couldn't be six p.m. already. "What all happened yesterday? Ibuki dragged you all over the city, then you came back to free me from the clutches of Hajime and Nagito, and then…well. Everything else happened."

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Kazuichi shuffled his legs out of bed. "Why are you bringing up all that shit?" he muttered, glancing at the bags of clothes in the corner and immediately averting his eyes. "Are you trying to make me feel bad or something?"

"Not at all! Not at all." Teruteru bustled back to the kitchenette while Kazuichi scrubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to ignore the growing pit of guilt in his gut. "I just thought you might appreciate a little validation, hm?"

"I mean…yeah." Kazuichi covered a huge yawn with the back of his hand, then felt around on the bedside table for his glasses. His queasy stomach growled, and he quickly placed his hand over it, as if that would shut it up. 

"And I figured you wouldn't mind a little dinner, either," Teruteru raised an eyebrow, and Kazuichi perked up as he recognized the rich, savory smell of pork cutlet bowls.

He padded over to the table, holding a sheet around his shoulders like a cape. He was only wearing his boxers, and that was just for the sake of modesty. That morning, like so many before it, he'd woken up naked. 

"Feels like I just had lunch," he said, blinking in bewilderment as he looked around the room. It didn't seem like it could have been more than a few minutes since he'd laid down (just for a second, he'd insisted) after a hearty lunch of shoyu ramen, tea-stained eggs, and edamame…but judging by the slanted light on the wall, the numbers on the clock, and the petulant grumbling from his stomach, it had to have been at least five or six hours. 

"Yes, you haven't done much but eat and sleep lately," Teruteru affirmed, looking a little too pleased with himself as he set the table. "Not that I can really blame you. Growing takes a lot of energy, you know."

Kazuichi couldn't have said when Teruteru had appeared by his side, only that all of a sudden, there he was, breath hot against his cheek. He poked Kazuichi's belly and giggled as Kazuichi swatted him away.

"H-hey! C'mon, man, it's not like I'm doing it on purpose," he retorted, pulling the sheet tighter around himself.

Teruteru set a piping hot bowl of deep-fried pork cutlets and rice in front of him. Just like that, Kazuichi could barely focus on anything other than the hypnotizing aroma and the saliva flooding his mouth.

"Hmm. Says the man who practically knocks down my door every night, begging me to feed him til he bursts," Teruteru purred. He chuckled as Kazuichi shot him a dirty look, then looped back to the kitchenette to return with the rest of the dishes. "Although, to be honest, I've been thinking we should talk about that."

"Talk about what?" Kazuichi said with his mouth full. Teruteru swatted his bare leg under the table.

"Manners, mon cher . You know it gets me all hot and bothered when you gobble your food like a greedy pig." He smirked. Kazuichi swallowed a huge gulp and tried to splutter an excuse, but Teruteru only laughed and shushed him. "But in all seriousness, I meant we should talk about this."

He prodded Kazuichi's belly again. Kazuichi choked on another huge mouthful of pork and rice. His eyes watered as he swatted Teruteru's hand away, his face rapidly turning red.

"Huh? Whaddaya mean, 'this'?" He dropped his chopsticks onto the table and turned his eyes down towards his stomach. "First of all, it's not even that bad. I mean, look!"

He wiped a few grains of rice off his mouth with the back of his hand, then gripped his fledgling belly with both hands. It was certainly there, wobbling a little when he shook it, and sure, it did roll over the waistband of his boxers when he was sitting down like this…plus there were the numerous pink stretch marks decorating the growing space between his belly button and his underwear…but it wasn't like he had a huge gut or anything!

Not yet, said an intrusive thought, followed immediately by an intrusive blush and an intrusive jerk below his stomach. Uh. That was weird. Time to file that under "things not to think about until I'm alone," thanks.

"A-and second of all," he added quickly, "why are you saying that like it's a problem or something? You're into this, right? Don't tell me you get off on stuffing people up and then telling them to go lose some weight!"

"Au contraire. " Teruteru shook his head, his eyes crinkling up as his smile widened. "I think you're gorgeous like this. More of you to love, after all. Isn't that right?"

He chucked Kazuichi's chin, then pinched his cheek. Before Kazuichi even had a chance to protest, Teruteru dropped his hand all the way down to squeeze his ass.

"H-hey!" Kazuichi grabbed Teruteru's arm like he was gonna shove him away, but he didn't. Instead, he found himself turning steadily redder as he stared down at Teruteru's mischievous face. "Dude, if you're trying to make a move on me, you could just say so…"

He drifted closer, then closer still. Just before their lips touched, Teruteru lightly bopped him on the nose and pulled away, laughing.

"Hold your horses, you horny bastard. I'm not done talking, and you're gonna have to be a good boy if you want to get some tonight, m'kay?" 

Kazuichi gulped. Great, Teruteru had him flushed from his forehead down to his neck now. "Uh…sure." He managed a placating grin. "Sure, I can be good. Just watch me."

"There's that smile. I was really starting to miss it, you know." Teruteru sighed. "Anyway. I had a lot of time to think things over while you slept today, and I believe I owe you an apology."

Once again, Kazuichi looked up in confusion, his cheeks stuffed with pork and rice. "Huh? Wha'for?"

"For god's sake, slow down," Teruteru laughed. "You'll give yourself the hiccups at this rate, and then I won't be able to think straight. Or at all. All I wanted to say is that…well, I'm not sure we should have rushed into the kinky side of things as fast and hard as we did."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, but it wasn't hard to tell he was nervous. Kazuichi swallowed another huge bite and belched into his fist.

"Wait, so. So. Hold on." A sickening bolt of ice hit him between the ribs. "W-wait, you're not saying you wanna stop, are you?!"

"No! No, not at all." Teruteru looked earnestly up at him, then glanced away as he fiddled with his napkin. "It's just…well, I may have overindulged you. Which of course, is arousing enough on its own, so it's understandable why it took me so long to recognize the problem. 

"But let's be honest here. You went from barely showing up at meals to stuffing yourself sick multiple times a day, every day, for a month straight, more or less. I'm honestly impressed you kept so much of it down. And of course, it's had its effects."

He touched Kazuichi's belly again, gently running his thumb along an indented stretch mark. Kazuichi shivered. He instinctively leaned into Teruteru's touch and grumbled when Teruteru pulled his hand away.

"W-well…it's not like you can take credit for everything, " Kazuichi said, grabbing a piece of pickled cucumber from a side dish and popping it in his mouth. "I was already getting fat before we started hooking up. Remember? You made fun of me for it."

Teruteru stroked his chin. A satisfied smile crept over his face. "Hmm…now that you mention it, I do recall finding you a bit softer than I expected."

"Exactly!" Kazuichi's voice came out a lot higher than he meant it to. He ducked his head to gulp down the rest of his pork cutlet bowl before setting the empty dish aside and grabbing a second bowl from the platter in the center of the table. "It's not like I wasn't eating anything before, you know. I was just avoiding the dining hall cause…cause reasons."

Teruteru had the decency not to say anything about the obvious Hajime-shaped reason hanging above both of their heads. Kazuichi cleared his throat and sipped his tea.

"Well, that's comforting to know," Teruteru replied. "Although I hate to think where you might have been eating instead. I certainly hope it wasn't…"

"It wasn't all McDonald's!" Kazuichi snapped. "I went to that diner a lot, you know, the one you tracked me down at that one time, and…and I got street food, and convenience store shit, and…I dunno. Whatever was cheap."

Teruteru looked heartbroken. Kazuichi slammed down his chopsticks.

"What?! I was broke! I'm still broke! Don't look at me like that!"

"Sometimes I forget how sad your life was before you met me," Teruteru sniffed, wiping away an imaginary tear.

"Shut up! I met you two years ago!" Kazuichi slouched in his seat and glowered. "A-anyway. 

I was stress eating all summer, too, you know. And I spent a lot of time on my ass, watching TV and shit. It was freaky. Like, I don't even like watching TV. But it's just, you know, after…stuff happened, I didn't really feel like going anywhere or doing anything. Even assembling and disassembling stuff felt stupid. Cause, you know. It didn't really feel like there was a point."

A realization slowly dawned on him. Kazuichi put his hand to his head. 

"Hey, wait a sec. Maybe I actually was depressed."

"You're just realizing that now?" Teruteru shook his head, his hand pressed to his chest. "My poor heart can't take it. It just gets sadder and sadder."

Kazuichi dug into his pork cutlet bowl again. "Shut up! A-anyway, aren't you into this shit? You should be happy I'm like this!"

"Hypothetically, yes," Teruteru said, "but it's also vitally important to me that you're happy and healthy. After all, that's what good cooking is all about! Sure, a little bit of pain is titillating in the bedroom, but if my actions are compromising the quality of your daily life…I could never forgive such a misuse of food."

"My life isn't compromised!" Kazuichi shook his head passionately. "Seriously, Teruteru, I don't know where you're getting all that! So what if I get kinda fat? I-it was probably gonna happen anyway! I mean, if you think about it, I pretty much only eat sugar and carbs, so as soon as my metabolism tanks, I'm gonna be packing on the pounds. Right? Why are you – why are you smiling like that?!"

Teruteru beamed at him. "Oh, no reason. It's just that I seem to remember that not even a week ago, a certain someone would do every mental backflip possible to convince me he wasn't gaining weight." 

"Wh –" Kazuichi cut himself off. Shit. He was right. Of course he was right; when was he not? "Hey, that's not fair! That was – that was – I-I mean, it's different when you try and tell me I'm getting too fat for you to keep stuffing me! Like, what the hell?"

He sulked over his dinner as Teruteru kept on chuckling. "That's not what I'm saying at all, ch é rie . I'm only a bit concerned about how quickly you expanded. You did blow the buttons off your school uniform, after all…"

By now it was obvious Teruteru was just trying to get a rise out of him. Still, it wasn't like knowing that kept Kazuichi from sputtering and turning an even deeper shade of red. "That doesn't count! That old uniform was already too small for me, and you know it!"

"Ah, but of course. How could I forget?" Teruteru batted his eyes. "Well, there's no need to worry. I don't have any intention of stopping, not as long as you're alright with our little arrangement. But I do think you need to find your limits. Besides, don't you think it'd be erotic to adopt a master-student dynamic?"

He leaned in close. Kazuichi, whose mouth was once again stuffed full, could only stare at him with wide eyes.

"I, as the worldly-wise chef, will act as your sensei, guiding you through the joys and ecstasies of gastronomical delights, while you, my little pupil…" Teruteru walked his fingers across the table and grabbed Kazuichi's wrist. "...will do your very best to submit to my teachings in the interests of…let's say, personal growth. Hm?"

By the last word, he'd all but pressed his face against Kazuichi's cheek. Kazuichi nearly choked on his mouthful of food before he swallowed it all in one huge gulp, by which point Teruteru had already withdrawn again, giggling.

"Uh…" Kazuichi cleared his throat. Despite himself, a small grin crept onto his face. "Uh, y-yeah, sure? Why not?" He cleared his throat again. "I-I'm not really sure what you mean by 'finding my limits,' though. I totally know my limits. Definitely."

"Oh, do you?" Teruteru raised one eyebrow.

"Sure I do!" Kazuichi retorted. He finished off his second pork cutlet bowl and set it to the side. "Just cause I eat too much when we're getting into it doesn't mean I don't know when to stop. I mean, it's not really fair, 'cause your food is so good I kinda can't stop eating it, but…but if it was normal food, I wouldn't have any problem at all."

"Interesting." Teruteru rested his chin on his hands. "Well, you've eaten my cooking for so long, I expect the initial charm is wearing off. You should be able to stop whenever you want – as long as you really do know your limits, of course."

"Stop looking at me like that," Kazuichi whined. "Hey, you're not challenging me, are you?!"

"Maybe." Teruteru's eyes twinkled. He pushed back his own empty bowl and sat back in his chair, arms folded over his belly. "You just eat your fill, then, and I'll take your word for it. No overstuffing yourself, no bellyache afterwards, no hiccups or indigestion. Simply eat until you're satisfied, and I suppose I'll have to believe you."

Kazuichi swallowed. His pulse sped up, as did his breathing, and the familiar fluttery feelings of anxiety and excitement kicked up in his chest.

"Fine, then." He pulled forward the third and last pork cutlet bowl. "It's not like it's gonna be hard. You didn't even cook that much this time."

Halfway through the bowl, Kazuichi realized he might have overshot himself. He could totally eat more than three pork cutlet bowls if he wanted, but that was if he was trying to eat as much as he possibly could, not just until he was full. He took a break to finish off the pickled cucumbers and the roasted cauliflower, throwing defiant glances at Teruteru the whole time.

What does "satisfied" even mean? he thought as Teruteru got up to begin clearing the table. He dug back into the pork cutlets while Teruteru's back was turned. Not hungry? Not sick? How's he supposed to know how I feel, anyway? "Find your limits" my ass. This guy's full of shit.

"Oh, by the way," Teruteru said, turning around in the kitchenette just as Kazuichi swiped the last grains of rice from his bowl, "I did make dango for dessert, if you want any. Since you know your limits and all. Your call, of course."

Kazuichi stifled a burp with his fist. With his other hand, he massaged his belly under the table out of Teruteru's line of sight. His stomach felt warm and heavy, and so did his eyes. Even though he had woken up not long ago, he already wanted to go back to sleep. But that was just because deep fried pork cutlets were so rich, right? 

It wasn't like he didn't have any more room. If Teruteru were stuffing him right now, it would be a while before Kazuichi got so full he had to stop (or at least rest). He was probably fine. 

Besides, Teruteru wasn't a mind reader. So what if Kazuichi ate a little bit too much? It wasn't like Teruteru had to know, not as long as Kazuichi kept it to himself. And dango slapped. He could put up with feeling just barely too full if he got some good dango out of it. 

"Yeah, I've got room." Kazuichi broke off in a yawn, covering it with the back of his hand. He blinked stupidly as Teruteru brought a plate with six skewers over to the table, each holding three perfectly round mochi dumplings, one pink, one white, and one green. He picked one up and held it up to the light. "Ooh, these look yummy! Kinda unseasonal though, aren't they? I mean, it wouldn't really be fun to go to a cherry blossom viewing in October. Not…not much to look at. Right?"

He yawned again before popping the skewer in his mouth and pulling off all three dumplings at once. Being full and sleepy always made him say dumb shit, but right now, he felt too warm and fuzzy to care. Teruteru smirked as he took a skewer for himself.

"Maybe so. But I know how much you like colorful things. Besides, we both said the L word last night, so that's worth celebrating, don't you think?"

Kazuichi choked. He swallowed the dango as fast as he could and went straight into a coughing fit. Teruteru watched, apparently unconcerned, as Kazuichi thumped himself on the chest and hurried to gulp the rest of his tea.

"Yeah," he croaked. "Uh, yeah. We sure did."

He thumped his chest again and belched. Teruteru raised an eyebrow. "Feeling alright over there?"

"I'm fine," Kazuichi wheezed. He burped again, quieter this time, and shook his head. "I-I just swallowed some air when I choked. I'm all good."

"Of course," Teruteru hummed, taking a second dango for himself. "It's a big step, you know. Do you feel the same way now that you've had a chance to sleep on it?"

He looked up at Kazuichi through lidded eyes, smiling that stupid mushy smile, the light flush on his cheeks making him look even more like a painting than normal. Kazuichi rested his elbow on the table, curling his fingers in his messy hair as he reached for another dango. 

I feel like I shouldn't have eaten that third pork cutlet bowl, he thought, but saying so was definitely off the table. He stared vacantly at the dango in his hand, unsure if he actually wanted to eat it. It was freaking delicious, of course, but his stomach weighed him down more by the second. He could feel it gurgling down there too, probably trying to work out all the air he'd swallowed from eating too fast. And as if that weren't enough, his skin had started to feel tight, like his belly was a balloon rapidly filling up with water.

But he could still eat. He could eat way more than this if he wanted. So another dango or two couldn't make that much of a difference, could it?

"Kazuichi?" Teruteru snapped his fingers, and Kazuichi startled. "Anybody home? I was asking if you still love me."

Kazuichi bit the first dumpling off the skewer for moral support if nothing else. The back of his ears burned hot. "Huh? C'mon, man, don't – don't spring stuff like that on me! O-of course I lo –"

The word stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat to try again. 

"Of course I – I mean, I definitely –"

Kazuichi's stomach gurgled, and he belched, loud and abrupt. He sank over the table, sullenly nibbling on his dango while Teruteru laughed. 

"It's alright." He patted Kazuichi's hand. "You've always been a bit challenged in the verbal affection department."

"Shut up," Kazuichi whimpered. He rolled the last dumpling around his mouth a bit before he swallowed it, the sugar melting in his mouth soothing him a bit. 

Teruteru picked up another dango and sighed before taking a bite out of it. There was only one left on the platter. Kazuichi stared at it, weighed his options, and then, with a barely audible groan, leaned forward to pick it up.

"It's just weird," he managed to say around the dango. "Like, it's – it's weird that I like you. I mean, don't take that the wrong way! I-it's just, it's weird that you like me. That feels wrong. N-not that I think this is wrong, like, us, or whatever, but, uh…"

Teruteru shushed him. He took Kazuichi's hand and gently ran his thumb over Kazuichi's fingers. "You said something like that before, didn't you? It's really too bad that it's so hard for you to imagine people liking you, especially since you've turned out to be such a gorgeous person."

He reached up to caress Kazuichi's cheek. Kazuichi squeaked and went scarlet. "Shut up," he managed again, and then shoved the rest of the dango into his mouth at once.

"That aside," Teruteru said, withdrawing his hand, "I was hoping that…well, if your feelings are anything like they were last night…that you might consider dating me?"

Kazuichi froze, his cheeks full of dango, with the stick poking out of his mouth like he'd been caught sneaking an ice cream bar. He pulled the stick out, dropped it on the table, and swallowed all three dumplings with a loud gulp . 

"Y-you…" His heart slammed against his chest as blood rushed into his head so fast it made him giddy. Swallowing hard, he put his hand to his burning forehead as he tried again. "Wait, seriously? For real? Actual dating, like – like boyfriends?"

He clapped his hand over his mouth. It was stupid, especially after they'd both confessed to loving each other last night, but blurting out "boyfriend" like that still felt like going too far.

Teruteru's face lit up. "Well, I wasn't going to go that far as of yet, but I'd love to be your boyfriend! If that's what you really want, I mean."

Kazuichi could only stare at him, speechless. He wished he could hide under his beanie, but like a complete idiot, he'd forgotten to put it on when he got up for dinner. He settled for caging his eyes behind his hands.

"I-I mean – uh – hold on a sec." He gulped. Shit, that last dango was not sitting well. Why'd he decide to eat three, anyway?! "I mean yeah! I do! I mean – uh – g-gimme a minute. I gotta mentally prepare myself for this!"

Teruteru laughed. He scooted his chair closer to Kazuichi and rested his chin on his hand, fluttering his eyelashes the way he usually did right before he kissed Kazuichi senseless. "Take all the time you need. I know it's a big question. And to be fair, we have done all this a bit backwards."

"What – what do you mean, backwards?" Kazuichi squeaked. He really regretted that last pork cutlet bowl now. And those last two dango. And clearing out the pickled cucumbers and the roasted cauliflower. Dammit, it wasn't fair! He didn't even like vegetables unless Teruteru served them!

Teruteru took one of Kazuichi's hands in both of his own. "Well, usually the confession comes first, followed by a whirlwind romance…you know, dating, kissing, passionate lovemaking. Somewhere in there, one usually asks the other if they'd like to become an item. And it's only then, sometimes much, much later, that someone whips it out."

Kazuichi peeked out from behind his free hand. "Wh-what do you mean, 'it'?!"

"The L word, of course." Teruteru kissed Kazuichi's fingers. Kazuichi squeaked and turned an even darker shade of red. "So you see what I mean. The two of us went directly to getting it on, and yet we only confessed feelings for one another a few days ago." He looked up at Kazuichi again, that satisfied smirk taunting him. "And then you went and said the L word last night, so –"

"Shut up!" Kazuichi burped into his fist. "You said it too!"

"You said it first."

"Y-yeah, but…" Kazuichi gulped. Now that Teruteru had gone and filled his belly with butterflies, it was painfully obvious that Kazuichi had let his eyes get way bigger than his stomach…somehow. It hadn't seemed like so much at the time, but by now he felt stuffed. He must have eaten too fast to actually register how full he was getting. 

At the last second, he realized he was about to hiccup. He shut his mouth tight and managed to stifle it with his hand. Somehow, miraculously, Teruteru didn't seem to notice.

"Anyway. You see what I mean when I say that asking you out is long overdue." He ran his thumb over Kazuichi's fingers, smiling wider when he shivered. "So, what do you say? Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Kazuichi gulped. Loudly. The air he'd accidentally swallowed sank into his stomach with a low groan. 

"Y-yeah," he managed, trying and failing to sound chill with the whole thing. In reality, he was starting to get scared that his heart was gonna bruise a rib with how hard it was beating. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Uh."

It wasn't like it was his fault. Teruteru had distracted him. Kazuichi sucked in a loud hiccup, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth a second too late.

"What's this?" Teruteru asked, giving Kazuichi's hand a squeeze. "Now, I'm sure you didn't eat more than you bargained for, not after I warned you."

"I didn't!" Kazuichi shook his head so hard it made him sort of dizzy. "I-I just ate a little too fast, that's all. A-and then you – hic! – then you brought up dating, and you know I get the hiccups when I'm – hic! – when I'm nervous!"

"Mm-hm." Teruteru patted Kazuichi's belly. "How silly of me. I suppose this is an anxious bloat, then, not a food baby?"

"Shut up ," Kazuichi whined, his hand to his head. Teruteru pressed harder on Kazuichi's stomach until he belched, whimpered, and groaned. "Ow, ow…f-fine, you win, okay? Stop – hic! – stop that. You're gonna make me sick."

"What a shame," Teruteru said, although he didn't look disappointed at all. "And here I thought you knew your limits. I suppose I'll have to teach you after all."

Kazuichi hiccuped again. "Whatever, man.Ugh…I-I think I'd better lie back down…"

He cast a hopeful glance at Teruteru, whose cheerful pink face only made Kazuichi's butterflies worse. 

"Alright, alright. I'll come with you, you big baby." Teruteru interlaced Kazuichi's fingers with his own as they stood up. 

He led him to the bed, where he nestled down next to him and gently began to rub Kazuichi's stomach, just like always. Kazuichi put his hands behind his head and belched, then sighed, content.

"Glutton," Teruteru said, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

"Like you don't like it," Kazuichi retorted. He hiccuped hard and winced. "Jeez. Why do I always have to get the – hic! – the worst hiccups in the world?"

"Karma, I expect." Teruteru leaned down to kiss him on the lips. When they broke apart, he looked even more mischievous than before. "By the by, I know an excellent all-you-can-eat place not far from here. If my cooking is just too delicious to resist, that might be a good place to really test the limits of your self-control, don't you think?"

Kazuichi's heart fluttered. He pulled Teruteru in for another kiss. "You paying? That's only fair if I'm the one getting – hic! – getting humiliated, right?"

"Don't say it like that," Teruteru said, though judging by the high flush on his cheeks, that was the best possible way Kazuichi could have answered. "It almost sounds like you've already made up your mind to fail."

They kissed and kissed, until Kazuichi thought he might spontaneously combust from joy. It was bizarre how quickly things could change from one day to the next. Yesterday he'd cried harder than he had in years, so terrified that Teruteru would leave him that he couldn't even speak. Tonight Teruteru had him speechless again, but this time because he was happy – so happy it felt like his heart could beat right out of his chest and fly away. 

So happy he cried. So happy he started to shake. So happy that as kissing turned into something more, as Teruteru whispered declarations of love into his ear while he touched him gently, that he had to cling to Teruteru as tight as possible to prove that this was really happening, and it wasn't just some beautiful, beautiful dream.

Teruteru wanted to date him. Teruteru wanted to bewith him. Teruteru wanted him, period. 

How the hell was he supposed to make any sense out of that?

#takes one to know one fanfic #teruteru x kazuichi #kazuichi x teruteru #hiccup kink #feeding kink #feeding kink fic #kink with feelings #kink blog watch out #how many times can i say kink in the tags jeez #don't like don't read #18+ blog

[austajunk]

I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn, but if you do, could you please do some (not omegaverse) komanami smut? Maybe them having their first time and being hella nervous and cute or whatever you want. Sorry Im not that much of a smut person so I can’t really think of something in particular, I just want to see them loving each other and being happy kgkhk.

I hope this is okay eheheh 👉👈

- Kmnm anon :)

Soft KomaNami always has my heart. <3

Fluff and soft loving beneath the cut.

“Komaeda, are you okay…?”

Nagito blinked. It took a few moments for Chiaki’s soft voice to register to him in some way. He felt like he could get lost in staring down at her forever, but then he realized that his heart seemed to be speeding up the more he drank her form in. Why did she have to be so cute and small?

He was actually very nervous to see her like this. It was simple, really. In her usual spaced-out nature, Chiaki had forgotten to bring a towel in the bathroom and found herself lacking anything to dry her body off once she was done. Nagito had chuckled and decided to just lazily hand her his hoodie just to see if she would take it in exchange for a towel.

Surely an Ultimate like Chiaki would deserve better… was it weird to want to see her in one of his own articles of clothing?

But she eagerly snatched his hoodie up and flung it on. The oversized garment hugged her wet body and drooped over her curvaceous form, with the hood spilling over her pink curls.

Nagito flushed at her.

With nothing but his hoodie on, Chiaki stared up at him with those pretty jewels called eyes, a soft smile on her lips.

“Nanami… s…sorry…” He could practically feel his cheeks getting redder. Without hesitation, Nagito scooped her up and led her to bed (something that took considerable effort given his stick-like frame).

In seconds, he had laid her down on their bed so that her body was spread out in his own hoodie. Just her soft, cute, naked form curled up in nothing but a sweatshirt…

Nagito palmed her right cheek and directed her to stare back into his own eyes, smiling gently. “Apologies. You’re so very adorable like this, Nanami…I don’t think I can resist you for much longer.”

“And yet… you seem pretty nervous, Komaeda,” remarked Chiaki so casually, her lips forming a soft pout. Nagito’s breath hitched as her knee brushed the front of his pants, as if to spur him to go further.

“Aheh…typical me. I’m pretty pathetic for not taking you on the spot when you look like this…” Nagito admitted. “I guess I’m scared. Is that strange?” He sighed and took the corners of the hoodie, pulling them up to obscure Chiaki’s body from his sight.

“Oh?”

“When I looked down at you, my heart started racing. My mouth was unbearably dry. My mind couldn’t stop daydreaming… it’s your fault, you know? Human beings probably weren’t meant to be so cute.”

Chiaki narrowed her eyes, but her smile remained. “Hmm… that’s probably more your problem than mine. But… what if I was on top?”

“Ah—! Yes please!”

Nagito almost stammered to get the words out. Excitedly, he rolled off of Chiaki and started to work his pants and boxers down his body.

“J-Just one thing… can you keep the hoodie on? I know it’s weird… but it really suits you…you know?”

“Hm?” Chiaki lowered herself down upon him, tilting her head. The oversized hood drooped over her once again, but she nodded. “Yeah. Sure. I think it’s just cos our hoodies are so similar.”

“Ah,” said Nagito with a smile. His hands joined Chiaki’s, giving her a hearty squeeze. “That must be why! Of course, an Ultimate like you would know why seeing you like this makes my heart go so unbearably fast-!”

“Hmmm…” Chiaki moved up on his hips, sensing that bulge forming for her from below. Gently, her fingers grasped his shaft and guided it to her folds. “You’re a bit of a sappy person, Komaeda…”

“Aheh… that sounds like me…”

With a shudder of pleasure, he experienced Chiaki’s warmth envelope him. “Ngh…” He rested his fingers on her hips and shuddered, helping her keep balance as another moan slipped from her lips.

“Nanami…!”

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #komanami #thanks for the ask! #my fics #I always do needy Nagito #it’s fun to do the shy side too #❤️❤️❤️❤️

[wishi-selfships]

Just in case you didn’t know, I also do oc x canon 😎

Animal!Au with Nagito being part wolf n Kiyako, the oc in his embrace, being a bunny!

Despite the ship not being a selfship, I actually find great comfort in it, it makes me happy.

There’s also Shuiota, Shuichi x Another oc of mine, but that’s for another post

#danganronpa oc #oc x canon #ocxcanon #ship : lucky start #yeah nagito is in his boxers #what of it

[forbidding-souda]

Hello hehe if requests are still open can I ask for sdr2 guys reacting to seeing their s/o wearing their boxers? And if you dont wanna do all of them Kazuichi is my fave o///o thanks for providing everyone with great content btw mwah hehe

SDR2 guys reacting to seeing their S/O wearing their boxers (small scenarios)

i'll do all of them because this is such a short prompt and i'm living my life not having to write a novel out 8 times thank you anon

i hopeyou guys know that i'm writing these with my two tabs on split screens and it's this tab and then mukbang asmr so i can watch people eat LMAOO

-Mod Souda

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

♥ You had been laying on the blankets, distracted by something, looking down at your screen and craning your neck when he finally came home. Though early in the morning, he wakes up much earlier than you to go off with some early-family-business or whatever he does with Peko and the others.

♥ It gives you an excuse to rummage through his drawers when he's gone.

♥ He walks into the room to see you kicking your legs in the air, laying on your stomach like a high-schooler and wearing his boxers.

♥ "H-Hey!" His cheeks turn pink. You just hum, rolling over and sitting up.

♥ "Yeah?"

♥ His first idea was to say knock that shit off, but he realized you weren't exactly doing anything.

♥ He still grumbles under his breath and goes to change out of his work clothes.

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Nagito Komaeda

♥ Though his brain often convinces himself that he is unappreciated and disrespected, reality will find itself setting in every once in awhile.

♥ Like when he sees you waking up in the morning, getting out of bed to go to the bathroom. He looks at your form in the light. That was when he realized that you had been sleeping with his boxers - how did he not notice?

♥ He even grabbed the material of the pair he was wearing to make sure you didn't strip him over night.

♥ Are you mocking him? Making fun of his outfit?

♥ No, he decided, you wouldn't do that.

♥ His pale eyes watch you in a silent and analytical air.

♥ When your body disappears he allows himself to smile.

♥ So cute.

.

Hajime Hinata

♥ You didn't really mind that he came home early.

♥ "Uh... what are you doing?" He asked you. All you were doing were the dishes - he should be grateful.

♥ The way you looked at him in confusion baffled him. You had to follow his eyes down.

♥ "Oh," you laugh before turning back around, "I wear them all the time. You haven't noticed?"

♥ He only blinks, whereupon you feel his chest pressing against your back. His body is warm - so much warmer than the temperature inside. "You look good." He had said in a soft voice, one that makes you melt.

.

Gundham Tanaka

♥ [that tiktok audio that's like OH GREAT HEAVENS]

♥ Gundham first of all, didn't even know you knew where his bedroom was (how did you figure it out? he hardly lets you into the house). He also hardly wears underwear so where the fuck did you find a pair?

♥ He will blush when he sees you because oh my god he hasn't worn that pair in years and it just looks so adorable on your body.

♥ "I'll allow it." He mutters to no one. You smile, putting your hands on your hips and striking a pose.

♥ He talks again, "You can consider those a gift."

♥ "Mmmm, you're very considerate." You kiss his cheek.

.

Teruteru Hanamura

♥ He wakes up earlier than you so he can cook you breakfast. It's very very sweet - and it gives you access to his clothes (as if you aren't the one mostly doing laundry anyway).

♥ So when you came out in his boxers, he was over this stove.

♥ "Look, look."

♥ He turns and his eyes go wide almost immediately. He puts his hands on his cheeks and (safely) puts the food aside.

♥ "Oh, my gorgeous honeybee, you look magnificent!"

♥ "I think they look rather nice." You give him a twirl.

♥ He wraps his arms around your center and kisses your neck. "Now you wait here, breakfast will be done as soon as you know it."

♥ "I can't wait." You reply. Your chest feels so light - you love it when he compliments you. He always treats you as if you are the best thing in the world.

.

Twogami

♥ He had brought home dinner, eating it alone while you sleep, sick, in the bedroom. He knew that waking you up meant inviting you to the painful living world, so he decided it would be better to let you have your moment of peace.

♥ He cleaned up the kitchen (procrastinating while also making the environment less stressful for you when you do wake up) before making his way to the bedroom.

♥ The door opens slowly. He had already turned off the hallway light, so no outside temperature could sneak in through the peek.

♥ Though, the moon did a well enough job at illuminating the sky. There must be no clouds tonight.

♥ He sees your legs, bare, and he worries about you being cold until his eyes move up and he sees that you're sporting a pair of his boxers.

♥ He feels a bit off-put at first. For once, he is the one being imitated.

♥ His true feeling is flattery. The idea of you loving him enough to wear his things when you need comfort makes his heart beat a little faster.

.

Kazuichi Souda

♥ Okay but this man doesn't do laundry lmao. So if you really wanted, you could have a collection of his underwear (would he notice?).

♥ Anyway the day was hot - extremely hot, so much hotter than it usually is. Kazuichi ditched the jumper and spent the day walking around the neighborhood in his tank top. This is good news for you because you get to see his biceps all day.

♥ You also took off some layers. Sitting in your pajama shirt and a pair of his boxers, you made the couch your new home and put an ice cube in your mouth.

♥ "Woah!" You heard his voice from the entry way. He had a playful smile, his sharp teeth looking goofy with his child-like eyes. "Looking good!"

♥ "I can say the same thing to you."

♥ He looms over your laid position on the couch, using one hand to hold himself up as he leaned down and kissed you (and yes, his bicep flexed. Ugh).

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Nekomaru Nidai

♥ After showering, you realized that you didn't have almost any clean clothes left. Blast, the clothes were still in the washer. You're going to have to switch that soon. With a sigh, you went through his side of the closet and put a pair of his underwear on.

♥ You had already forgotten about this, making it your mission to go and do the laundry before it gets moldy.

♥ You are very rudely interrupted by being swooped through the air.

♥ His big hands wrap around your waist from behind and he lifts you up.

♥ "That's my pair!" It's more an announcement of surprise than an accusation.

♥ "Yes it is!" You retort back (trying to hide the sarcastic undertone - not that he'd really pick it up anyway).

♥ He lets out a powerful laugh when he puts you down. "One hell of a morning for you to be looking so good."

♥ You laugh, swatting his arms away. "Let me do laundry before I forget."

#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu x reader #sdr2 fuyuhiko #nagito komeada x reader #sdr2 nagito x reader #sdr2 nagito #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata x reader #hajime hinata #gundham tanaka x reader #sdr2 gundham #gundham tanaka #teruteru hanamura x reader #teruteru hanamura #byakuya twogami #twogami #twogami x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #danganronpa kazuichi #nekomaru nidai x reader #nekomaru nidai

[baecvlt]

Hello hello! I looove your work! I was wondering if I could requests Kazuichi taking his best friend(or lover! Just thought friend would make it more interesting) on a late night car ride to test some adjustments he made to it, could end up with some steamy car sex? Hopefully this made sense! I've been craving this kind of fic

Car Sex: Kazuichi Soda x Reader

a/n: It’d be an honor to write this. Hope you enjoy! ALso VERY WELL ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIP HERE + projecting my interests onto reader because I get selfish AND I feel like Kaz listens to rock/alt/indie music. K byeee. ALSO READER IS FEM, pls specify next time

It was a Friday night, you were out for dinner with your best friend, Kazuichi Soda. You were glad to finally get out the house. It got lonely, plus you got to catch up with him and see him personally. He offered to pay for your meal, you allowed it since this time you were tight on money. As he paid, you notice he was excited about something.

“I know this is so last minute,” he began,“But I was wondering if you’d come back to the shop with me”

You nodded, but remained curious. “Of course, I’ll go, but why?”. He leaned toward you and he was excited. His leg was shaking and hands slightly shaking. “I’m finally finished with my car!,” he cheered,“I want you to be the very first to join me for a test drive!”. You smiled. Kazuichi had been working on this car since high school. He almost gave up on it too, so you were happy he never gave up on it. “Of course I’ll go!,” you told him, just as cheerful as he was. You both has walked to the restaurant, now walked back to the shop.

His family was there, closing the shop up. You obviously greeted them. He walked right past them and to the garage. A sheet was on top of the car. Once you were in the room, he walked towards it. He grabbed the sheet, doing a small countdown. “3..2..1-”. He yanked the sheets off, revealing a new and improved car. “So, what do ya think?”. You were excited with him now. “Jesus, the paint job on this is amazing!,” you said to him. “‘May have taken me my whole high school and half my college experience to finish it, but it was worth it!”.

“Totally”

“What do ya say? Should we take it out for a spin”

“You don’t have to ask me twice”

He cheered quietly, opening the passenger door for you and hopping into the driver’s side. He opened the garage door, pulling out of the driveway. He had only driven down the street and you saw how nervous he was. You grabbed his hand, he gasped when you did. “Hey, I’m sure the car is fine, don’t stress out”. He smiled, putting his arm around you. You relaxed laying back. You drove around for about half an hour, going up some hill to a mountain. “Where are we going?,” you asked him.

“We’re gonna look at the stars”

“Ooo, nice”

He parked by the edge of the mountain. It was weird because no other cars were to be seen. Usually there were. “By the way, I wanna show you the coolest thing here,” he said, opening the glove compartment. He took out a CD, Slowdive's 1993 album Souvlaki, and revealed he had a working stereo. "Holy shit, it works?," you were excited. He nodded, popping in the CD. "I love Slowdive," you mumbled. He smiled, chuckling a little.

"I know. You were listening to it the day we met"

"Oh! I was...Yeah, I remember you came up to me that day. You were so awkward"

"Right? God, I feel like I acted like a douche"

"You were like,'Hey, we shouldn't be able to hear your music'"

"Yeah, yeah. Then you were all,'Oh, sorry!'. Then, I was like,'Don't worry, but anyway, Slowdive, huh?'"

You both laughed. "God, I felt that you were trying to hit on me that moment," You told him,"But you're just...you're really nice". Smiling, he shook his head. "Do you miss high school?," he asked. You thought about it for a moment. Did you? "You know what," you began,"Partially". He was confused. "What do you mean?".

"Well, we all had good times in high school. We had good friends, all those memories. We've kinda drifted away, but that's why I partially miss it"

"So why don't you?"

"I felt like I didn't belong"

He looked at you sympathetically. "You all had an established talent. I didn't," you told him,"Sometimes, I still wish I hadn't gone". Hearing you say so saddened him. "But you're good at a lot," he said,"You were better than everyone there". "You're just saying--".

"No! I swear, you are talented at a lot. It was just never put into one thing. You aren't alone either. Hajime never had an exact talent, Nagito won a lottery...you belonged there just as anybody else. You are a Jack of All Trades—"

"—Master of None."

"NO! You are the master of all!"

You smiled. "I care so much about you. I'm really glad we met. I just know that if we hadn't met my life wouldn't be the way it is now...," he said,"So, please, never say that again! You belonged there". You lay back in your seat, trying not to cry. For the first time in forever you felt like you had a place in the world, it felt weird, but not bad. You weren't used to feeling important. "Are you even happy with your life?". He looked at his thumbs when you asked him that. You were afraid of his answer, you didn't know why, but you were.

"There are somethings I wish I didn't have to deal with, but when I think about you, I realize that it's all worth dealing with...and that makes me the happiest man in the world"

"Kaz..."

He said your name, his voice low when he did. It interrupted anything you wanted to say next and your thoughts were racing. "I..I—". He sighed. You knew whatever he had to say next was not easy for him to spit out. "You know how important this car is was for me, it took up my entire high school year to work on. I know I had fun doing it, but I didn’t build it for me,” he sputtered and you could tell he was nervous,“I made this car so that...so that I'd have something to impress you with the day I had the courage to tell you how I really feel about you. I love you and I have for so long. I don't see myself being with anyone else and I wanted you to think of me as the coolest guy you'd ever met and now you probably think I'm a chump–"

You launched yourself towards him, attacking his lips and you felt his skin radiating. He felt as if he had been kissed by an angel. "I love you too, Kaz," you whispered. You really did. Crawling onto his lap, you pushed his hair back. "I wish it hadn't taken you so long to tell me," you added, frowning,"We could have done all these cute high school couple things, then moved onto adult couple things". He kissed you this time, his hands on your hips as you nibbled his bottom lip. He managed to move you both to the passenger side in order to prevent your back setting the horn off. He stopped for a minute.

"'Adult couple things'?"

"Yeah"

"Well, we're adults now, aren't we? And who says we're too old to do what high schoolers do"

"You're not wrong either...but are you interested in doing adult things with me?"

He blushed and looked away for a minute,"I, uh- I've never done it before. I was waiting do it with someone who loves me, y'know? But- you love me, right?". You laughed, nodding. He laughed too, shaking his head as he reached up your skirt, his calloused and rough hands rubbing your thighs. "Hoh-okay, you asked for it". He leaned forwards to kiss you, grabbing the waistband of your panties as his tongue entered your mouth. He pulled them down, allowing you to remove the rest by making his seat go further back. You kicked them off, going to unzip his jeans and pull those down too along with his boxers. He was already rock hard and made you throb just looking as his cock. It was slightly above average in both length and girth, but what did you expect from a dork like him?

You took off your entire skirt before climbing right back into his lap right after pulling them down, he smirked and lowly praised you: "Good girl". He kissed you a little more before he grabbed his cock, ready to guide it inside you. "You ready?". You were shaking, but uttered a soft,"Yes...". Before he could, the Slowdive song you were listening to when you first met started playing and you knew this was meant to happen. You melted when he heard it too. It means it meant something to him and it meant as much to him as it meant to you. "You remember this song, baby?". He pressed light kisses on your forehead as you nodded. You felt his tip at your entrance and you whined. "W-Wait! Kaz, please be careful," you begged. He nodded and kissed you again. "I'll be soft," he reassured you,"Besides, I want to take my time with you. Okay?". You took a breath and relaxed.

"Okay"

"Uh, wait- I should probably ask. Did you wanna do this laying down? I don't think it's fair if you're on top during our first. Plus, I don't want your back to hurt"

"Y-Yeah, my back was starting to ache a little"

He nodded, putting the seat all the way back, now mimicking a bed. You switched positions, spreading your legs for him. He put the volume on the stereo almost all the way up before picking your legs up. He positioned himself again, pushing in just the tip. You gasped quietly, breaking into a very sweet moan as he pushed in all the way, groaning lustfully. He repeatedly pushed in: deep, but slow. He only felt his erection grow harder seeing you blush. Your little moans and soft whimpers when he'd hit that one spot you thought only you would be able to reach made him twitch inside you. He tried to keep his composure, but your walls constantly pumping him made it almost impossible. He leaned forward, desperately trying to kiss you. You could've melted right then and there, seeing how this man made love to you. "I-I love you..," he whispered against your lips. God, he was so cute too.

"I love you too, Kaz, but this is a little too slow now"

"Please, tell me what you need"

"I want you fuck me harder"

"Whatever you say, princess"

His thrusts went from "slow and deep" to "abrupt and very deep". "Like that?". You kissed him in response, grabbing his hair and pushing his head to you. His hips snapped inside you, making it harder to control your breathing. At this point, the windows as fogged up, making the air around you hot. He grabbed your breast, massaging them. You did him the favor of unbuttoning your blouse. You grabbing his hand and slipped it under your bra. "They're so pretty and warm," he mumbled. You could tell he didn't want you to hear that from how low he said it, but you heard it well. He pulled your bra down to your torso, ducking his head down to be able to suck on your breasts a little. "K-Kaz! I'm really sensitive there!". He didn't respond, so entertained by your boobs, knowing playing with them made you feel good.

Your stomach was in knots and it was hard to hold anything anymore.

It took one really hard thrust, making you squirt. He didn't even know it could do that. You didn't cum all the way through, making it uncomfortable now. You felt like you were being edged. "Kaz, it doesn't feel good anymore".

"Do we stop?"

"No, no! Just...I need to cum"

"I'll get you there"

His hands went back to your hips, slamming into you fast and deep. Your body trembled, shaking as he hit your sweet spot again and again and again. "Is this okay?," his voice husky as he was nearing his orgasm too. You nodded, whining. "I-It feel so good..please don't stop," you cried,"It's so good!..". He went faster, grunting softly. You were near crying, about to release. "Are you gonna cum?". He was just as impatient as you were.

"I'm cumming, I-I'm cumming"

"I can't last anymore. C-Can I cum inside?"

"Please, baby"

He groaned you name, shooting his load in you. You knew it was a lot too, feeling it when you moved. He pulled out, laying on the other seat lazily. You were still so turned on, pumping your two fingers in and out of you, securing his cum inside you. "Good girl". You picked your braw up to cover your chest since it was getting cold. "You look so pretty," he added. You were blushing as he helped you with your clothes. Naturally, you helped him with his. "I hope this is a good time to ask, but...". "Yes?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend"

"I'm so glad you do. Yes, Kazuichi, I'll be your girlfriend!"

"Yes! Fuck Yes! Oh god, I'm so happy!"

You kissed his cheek, making him become even more giddy as he wrapped his arm around you and drove you to his home. Kissing on his bed, he hugged you tightly afterward as you shushed him to sleep.

#danganronpa #kazuichi danganronpa #kazuichi soda #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda smut #kazuichi souda smut #kazuichi smut #smut #x reader

[nagito-kissmaeda]

A tasty submission indeed by @chaos-justchaos. I have mentioned previously how much i enjoy solo komaeda content so this is right up my alley asfjksjfskfs. (also very sexy mega drip zipper shoes KILLED ME) and the detailed way he examines every part of the reader, unable to hear what she is even saying because he is too focused on the way her lips move could be so romantic if he wasn't such a nasty little man. I am intrigued for more, cause she did say yes to grabbing coffee with him so she must be somewhat interested. I wonder how she will take the news that he is............nasty sdjgkdjgkdskgdjs. warning: obsessive behavior under the cut

Chapter 1: Toilet Tank

I really am pushing the limit this time. I’m so stupid to even think this was going to work. I’m far too disgusting and revolting for her to even breathe the same air as. You deserved to live on a planet far away where gross scum like me could never bother you with tedious questions and requests! Maybe-

“Yeah, sure. What time?” You asked, cutting off his anxious train of thought.

My eyes shot back up to meet yours, not even realizing I was staring at my (very sexy mega drip zipper) shoes and the floor of the school’s hallways. “I-I’m sorry, what?”

“I said yes, I’ll get coffee with you,” you said with a lopsided smile. “What time should we go? Oh, and are we just going to the local one or are you thinking somewhere else?”

“Aha, I can’t believe you’d actually want to hang out with trash like me! But, uhh...just the local cafe and we can meet there at...is as soon as school ends a good time?” Wow… I can’t believe she accepted! Just the first step in our relationship as future husband and wife. Now after we meet up at the cafe I just need to get her back to my dorm room and then she’ll be permanently mine! I have planned all of this beforehand and have everything ready for the love of my life.

“Oh, and may I have your number in case something pops up too? Considering my luck is so horrible something might happen to me that will likely cancel our plans before I even exit the classroom.” This wasn’t entirely a lie just to get her number, what I just said is entirely possible. Especially since she wouldn’t know if I got hurt because she’s in a different class than me. She was placed in class 77-A while I’m in class 77-B, so close yet so far.

“That’s a good point and yeah we can go after school,” she says, digging her phone out of her pocket. We exchange numbers and just as I hand it back her fingers brush mine. They feel so nice. I can’t wait until she’s my wife so I can hold them, kiss them, and feel them wrapped around my cock. I’m disgusted by my own thoughts of defiling such an angel but I’ve grown used to them at this point seeing as she’s constantly fogging up my head.

She’s only known me for a week but I’ve known her since around the beginning of the school year and during that time I’ve been in absolute heaven. She’s so lovely, and gorgeous, and her body gives me thoughts that I’d be ashamed of if anyone saw. She continued talking about some sort of TV show she’d been watching but it felt like there was cotton in my ears as I focused on the way her pretty lips moved. They were slightly wet from her licking her lips earlier. She pressed a finger right against her pursed lips like she was trying to remember something. They looked so perfect and kissable.

I couldn't imagine just being sweet with her and gently pecking her on the cheek. We’d both blush and look away from each other before I’d go in for another one on her lips this time. Her gorgeous, beautiful lips. We’d pull away and kiss again...and again...and again until I’d wrap my hands around her neck and slowly slip my tongue into her mouth while guiding her body towards the nearest wall. Our tongues would gradually move in slow circles. She’d try pulling away for air but I wouldn’t let her. She’d try gently pushing me away but I wouldn’t let up. She’d start squirming and begin saying to “let her go” into my mouth. But I wouldn’t! She’d try screaming gibberish into my mouth and beating against my chest but I’d keep her pretty lips on my mouth for as long as I could until she passed out. Then...I’d be able to kiss her and touch her without any resistance and she’d be all mine and I’d be all hers.

I could feel myself hardening and looked up at her eyes only to realize she noticed I was staring. She looked like she was waiting for me to say something.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom. You can just go on ahead to your class,” I don’t even let her answer before I’m speed-walking to the nearest school restroom while fighting off my quickly growing erection. Why does she need to be so ethereally beautiful and wonderful? She’s completely unaware of what she does to trash like me. I probably make her life horrible with just my presence. Having her eyes and ears endure so much assault by just looking and listening to something as gross and ugly as myself. Walking to our separate classes together every morning is probably hell for her. I should die and burn in hell for the sins I’ve committed against her.

I swiftly close the stall door and begin palming my boner through my pants, releasing a low whimper. My left hand begins wandering up my shirt and towards my nipple. My nipple gets twisted,pinched, and pulled but it feels so good… If only it was Y/N who was doing this to me. With her chest pressed against mine as she leaves open mouthed kisses on my neck, caressing my side. Maybe she’d say something like, “Do you really want me to fuck you here, pretty boy? Want everyone to see your fucked out and drooling face when you come out of the bathroom stall?” or “Please, Nagito! I need you now...I want you to fill me up with your cock like the dumb whore I am.” Drool begins to escape my mouth and drip down onto the tile floor. My pants are beginning to feel too tight. My hips start bucking into my own hand.

“Nngh...ah..fuck”

I unbuckle my belt, unzip my uniform pants, and pull down my boxers towards my mid-thigh. My leaking cock sat right up and just stared me down, waiting for me to touch it. I sighed and wrapped my sweaty hand around the base and tugged hard once...twice...and kept going and going. Smearing the precum all over the tip until it started sliding down towards my groin. Squelches and moans of your name bounced off the expensive walls. My grip tightened, making my moans start to break. I needed more friction. Whenever I was in the dorms, I’d always grind on my pillows or bed but I clearly don’t have much to work with at the moment. I cracked my eyes open, not realizing I shut them in the first place and caught sight of the toilet. Oh dear…

Five minutes later and here I am humping the toilet’s tank and still moaning out your name. I can’t imagine anyone would be so disgusting as to do this, I truly am absolute trash.

“Ahh! Y/N...fuck...plea-ahh-please...ohh yes!”

I thrusted my hips faster and faster against the porcelain imagining I was fucking my soon to be wife. My stomach felt like it was tightening. I was all too familiar with this feeling. I groaned and slowed my movements down to give myself a couple seconds break. My core burned and cock throbbed with pain. I wanted to cum so badly. I needed it. But I needed a break from constantly moving my hips.

Just as my hips come to a complete stop, the bell for class rings.

“Shit!” I quickly wipe down any precum I left on the toilet away with toilet paper and pull my pants up. I throw the toilet paper in the trash can and bolt out the door towards my classroom. But just as I exit the doorway of the bathroom, I hear the flush of a toilet that was very much not my flush.

Oh no…

#/submitted

[izur-x]

Can I please have Hajime,Akane and Nagito with s/o who’s the ultimate boxer(Juzo? Never herd of him-)

Please and thank you! 🥺

Ah yes! I can do that (and yes i heard of him 😧☝️‼️)

S/o who is an ultimate boxer

Pairing: Hajime/reader, akane/reader, nagito/reader

(y/p): your pronouns

Hajime Hinata

Totally admired you, i mean your an ultimate

I feel like you will be hajime bodyguard, since he being mocked for being reserve course student (nagito)

Totally feeling useless, not being able to protect you

Massages.

Remember that episode, when hajime trying to enter hope, and getting beat by juzo 💀

You were in class, looking out of the window since your sit literally besides it.

When you look down at the gate, and saw your boyfriend, you were wondering why is he doing in here, so you make an accuses to go to the bathroom, which is a lie go kokichi kinnie go

You're running in the hallway, since there is nobody, as fast as you could.

When you are finally arrived and see hajime in the ground and coughing up blood, you froze.

You kick juzo back causing him to fall "hey! What are yo-" "shouldn't i suppose to ask you that?" You glared him.

"s-s/o, you shouldn't be here!" Your eyes soften and walked towards hajime, you crouch's down and cupping hajime cheeks with your hands.

"are you still hurting? Where does it hurt? Please tell me, and let me treat you." Hajime saw juzo getting up and walks towards him and you.

"s/o! Behind y-"before juzo could hit you, you uses your right leg to attack and left one to support and spin causing him to falls again "argh! You stupid little kids!?" "Maybe i am stupid, but at least i treat the reserve course equally."

A adult men, who can fight scared for some student, have you heard of it?

You bring hajime inside of the hope peak, he is dying because it's his dream to be in hope peak, both of them arrived at nurse office, and begin to treat his wounds and clean his mouth from the blood.

"sorry hajime, i wasn't fast enough." "It's okay, your probably i class so.." "alright, come here" "huh?-" s/o pull hajime into a hug and rubbing his back.

He hugs back and burried him self into your neck.

Akane owari

I am sorry for the background

Trouble couple

They called you two that.

She's always challenging you to a fight.

Sometimes more like all the time nekomaru join you two making it worse

Third wheelers ! Nekomaru -my friend

You two would be a perfect couple, protecting each other from the danger.

"hey s/o!" "Oh hey akane!" Akane throwing her right arms to s/o and pulling (y/p) closer,"wanna practice together? Like usual!" "Sure! Let's go."

You two practicing outdoor so that the inside doesn't get damaged.

After practicing, you both made your ways to the dorm and showers.

You heard Knocking from the door "coming!" As you open the door and revealed your girlfriend "oh hey akane! Do you need something?"

She enter your dorm and sit on the bed "come here s/o! I want to cuddle!" You just stand there dumbfounded before she pull you to bed and cuddle.

There's nothing to struggle with

Nagito komaeda

Oh boy

Totally worshipping you

I mean you're an ultimate and he's a 'trash'

He doesn't like it when you were trying to protect him, because he the one who supposed to protecting you.

"s/o, i don't deserve yo-"

"yeah yeah, shut up." *Pick him up and leave the place*

You relationship is a bit toxic, but overall it's all healthy

He will give you a massages.

He will do anything for you, even the dangerous one

But you never ask him to do such a thing

When someone picking a fight with him, especially when you were around him, you immediately slap/punch them

"you know komaeda, you were right, (y/p) doesn't deserve someone trash like you, (y/p) should've be with m-" get punch.

Nagito just stand there and watching you punch them.

"never call him 'trash' ever again." You carry nagito in bridal style and leave the place

Sorry if i took it long, some app distracting me 😧

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[brynfelan]

...well i mean you asked for writing prompts and who am i to refuse???

Alright THROWBACK TIME

So remember the second ever ask I sent you a whiiiiiiiiile back??? Where Junko despaired Hajime bc he had so many relationships within class 77??? And Komaeda said "Ah, even a reserve course student doesn't want me, I am a BUG!"

That still cracks me up everytime i think of it rip Nagito

Yeah imagine that scenario (Izuru is Hajime's talented twin and KuzuKomaHina are gay af for each other again) but THIS TIME Hajime's able to get his shit together and not be despaired. He's not Junko's slave, yaaaaaaaay

Except not yay because now he's trying to fight Junko's despair tactics all on his own. Keep her away from the Reserve Course AND class 77. By himself. Doesn't tell his friends, brother, and boyfriends anything. Hajime just tries to not think about everything Junko did to him WHILE keeping his loved ones from her despair games.

Because he's Hinata "I'm a dumbass" Hajime. It's in his blood. He's a dumbass.

Someone save him from his dumbassery that i put him through he deserves better 🤣

hajime “what the fuck’s an octagon” hinata trying to beat junko the fuck up while also like... stopping the people he loves from ending up high on despair crack? incredible

he’s gotta be in like a thousand places at once and definitely at some point is spotted sprinting between the buildings with a baseball bat just in case something goes awry since she’s an ultimate

obviously doing this alone is absolutely unsustainable, so he has to recruit somebody - but he doesn’t wanna worry anybody he loves. his solution? juzo sakakura, ultimate boxer, and also the guy that is security for the main course building. this happens because he’s running towards the main course building with a baseball bat (which juzo is not having) and then has to actually fucking explain himself. so, these two boys who have absolutely had enough are running a constant sting operation together. with walkie talkies. hajime doesn’t ask where juzo gets em

it becomes this whole thing where they’re constantly updating each other and coming up with plans, hajime occasionally tells izuru he “had a weird dream” about something related - like, he had a weird dream that there was this girl that was trying to brainwash everybody and he doesn’t know what to do about it and gets weird hypothetical advice that way?

point is, juzo and hajime end up being an absolute well-oiled machine, and do eventually find junko’s hiding spot under the statue. they can’t just kill her obviously because that would be incredibly difficult to explain even with hajime’s  connections to the yakuza through his boyfriend and bad bitch best friend, but they do apprehend her pretty fuckin swiftly. if only because junko gets real bummed out about losing before she’s really begun around the time they’ve got her pinned down and being handcuffed lol just like

“i lost? wow, and i never even got to the best part. that sucks”

the aftermath though is rough because suddenly hajime has to explain why he’s appearing in court to fight a kidnapping and torture case out of nowhere to his absolutely enraged boyfriends and brother, trying to calm them all down isn’t fun in the slightest. oddly enough, after telling fuyuhiko and eventually natsumi, mukuro disappears off the face of the earth. nobody knows what happened to her. funny that innit

anyway i have now thought way too hard and i am going to bed, for anybody else that would like to send a HC/scenario i’ll likely get to it after i’ve slept for at least 4 hours lol

#ask #multi-fandom-trashbin #drabble

[mystxxxmomo]

Kamukoma/rope. Or Komahina/Sexting. (Sorry I couldn't resist).

Fun fact. I, in fact, have multiple requests for Kamukoma and Bondage. I’ll make sure at least one of them includes rope because yeah I fuck with that. But in the meantime, I was only suppose to do a drabble but this got out of hand.

Ao3

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When Hinata’s cell phone pings, it’s around the point in the night where letters have begun to blur, and his mind glazes over calculations instead of autocompleteing them like it should. He’s only the slightest bit bitter at this development. Over a year worth of mind changing surgery, and a bit of exhaustion still manages to beat out the efficiency of his work flow.

He can work around it.

Needless to say, he ignores his phone at first. He has bridges to build, literally, and it won’t get done with distractions. 

It pings again.

He ignores it… again.

Silence.

It pings and- 

Hinata’s hand snaps across the table to grab his phone.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:23] 

Hinata.

Hinata are you busy.

Hinata.

Hinata Hajime at [02:25] 

What?

Oh. 

Yeah??

I mean a little.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:25]

Ah. Good you’re here so.

Hinata stares down at the messages for a few seconds, gaze flickering between the chaos of his scribbles and writings, and the dim screen of his phone. He is making at least somewhat of an attempt to keep his attention on his work, but something in the back of his mind not only knows Koameda will be an immediate distract, but… a welcomed one.

Slowly, he leans back in his seat.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:27]

I might have a gift for you.

Hinata Hajime at [02:27]

.. Alright?

You could say that in a less cryptic way but I’m listening

Komaeda Nagito at [02:27]

Ah. Is that a bit of judgement I sense?

Understandable. I come with a small offering and immediately mess it up.

Do you distrust me that much Hinata-kun? Have I shattered your expectations of me so badly that even the notion of a gift from my stained hands fills you with a sense of dread? Of course, I understand. I wouldn’t want anything from someone as deplorable and horrid as myself, but I did put effort into it…

Hinata Hajime at [02:32]

Komaeda.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:33]

[IMG_053.jpg]

Gift : D

Hinata Hajime at [02:34]

Ah.

Well.

That’s certainly your dick.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:34]

I’d hope Hinata-kun knows that? He’s certainly seen it enough times.

Hinata Hajime at [02:34]

You know I hold no hesitations on blocking your number.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:34]

Hm. Well that would be inconvenient… 

It’s only with a certain amount of fondness that Hinata rubs at the pressure points on his head. It’s more exhaustion. Mostly exhaustion, really. 

Komaeda Nagito at [02:36]

Well?? Are you going to play along.

Hinata Hajime at [02:36]

What?

Komaeda Nagito at [02:36]

It’s generally in good taste to return a gift with another, Hinata-kun.

Hinata Hajime at [02:37]

That’s not a gift, Komaeda, that’s a trade and barter system and that went mostly out of style years ago.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:37]

: (

You’re not playing along Hinata.

Hinata Hajime at [02:39]

… fine, fuck it hold on.

Defeated, Hinata can’t help the literal, actual sigh the leaves his lips. He can’t feel too bad about loosing this fight. He didn’t exactly put up much contest to begin with.

The motion to unbutton his jeans comes mindlessly, more focused on pulling up the camera app. 

The lighting in his workshop is low, and the backdrop of his messy ass desk has to be the least appealing thing he could have included in the picture. Doesn’t change that he’s maybe a little less then shameless when he snaps a picture of himself, currently unaroused as he may be. The picture isn’t much. Sort of grainy, only reveals a small strip of his blue and white boxers. It 

Hinata Hajime at [02:41]

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Komaeda Nagito at [02:41]

Ah hah, Hinata-kun is teasing me!

I didn’t even get you slightly hard, huh?

Hinata Hajime at [02:42]

You’re the one that messaged me

You need to try harder.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:42]

Try harder, hm…?

Mmm… Of course. Give me a minute.

There’s a small lull in their conversation, giving Hinata enough time to scroll back up and actually get a good look at the picture Komaeda had sent. He’d glossed over it at first, unamused and unimpressed. But now, guiding himself into the swing of things, he makes no hesitation in taking in the detailing of the image. Komaeda holds himself with his mechanical hand, just barely tucked out of his boxer. Despite that, there’s no question to how aroused he is. 

Hinata’s fingers play with the waistband of his boxer, eyes flickering shut as he imagines in near perfect clarity Komaeda’s fingers wrapped around himself, as well the even, unfocused strokes that must have lead up to this. Of course, it helped that he had played witness to Komaeda’s masturbation on more then one occasion, whether it be Komaeda deciding he deserved a one man show, or at his own flustered request. 

He can’t help but wonder what he’d been thinking about, tonight. He liked the thought of being on Komaeda’s mind when he did this, though he thinks maybe he’ll keep that secret to himself for a bit.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:46]

Hows this?

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There’s a full length mirror in their cabin, having come preinstalled on the back of the bathroom door. The next picture is Komaeda’s reflection in the mirror. He seems to have made a less then subtle attempt rush off his pants and boxers, the offending garments stepped out of and forgotten in the background of the image. He sits kneeling in front of the mirror, cock poking out from under the edge of his shirt. There’s a smile on his face thats leaning a little too far from bashful, and far too much into mischievous, and Hinata takes a moment to marvel at how close Komaeda’s hand is to touching himself, the tips of his fingers grazing just barely against his skin.

Of course, it also doesn’t take him long to zone in on one other important detail.

Fucker got out the collar.

Hinata Hajime at [02:47]

Okay 

yeah that did it.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:47]

; )

Hinata Hajime at [02:47]

Please stop using emoticons IMMEDIATELY after sending me nudes it’s honestly the least sexy thing I can think of maybe ever.

Don’t take that as a challenge.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:47]

Hinata I would never.

Hinata Hajime at [02:48]

Uh Huh

Hinata carelessly pushes down at his jeans, boxers quick to follow. Heat pools in his cheeks, in his groin, and he puts a little more effort in making this picture look.. nice. As nice as a dick pic can look he supposed. Reaches over to tilt the table lamp in his direction, angles the photo with near perfect composition.  

He has a point to prove, and well. This mostly does that.

Hinata Hajime at [02:49] 

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Komaeda Nagito at [02:49]

Oh!

That sure did do it, didn’t it?

Hinata Hajime at [02:49]

Sure did.

Congradulations, you won!

Uh. 

That was a bit lame, sorry.

Hinata’s pumps start out slow, and lazy. Taking care to work himself up. He takes another look at the image he’s been gifted, then another moment to switch back and forth between the two of them. His flesh is heated under his fingers, head is beginning to feel a little foggy. If there’s a moan that graces his lips, he doesn’t pay it any mind.

Komaeda Nagito at [02:51]

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Not at all.

Komaeda has calculatedly flopped onto his side in the next image. Though most his face is gone from the reflection, Hinata is still able to catch the fact that he’s brought his free hand, metal, to his lips, and the way his hair is sprawled out around him. His shirt rides up his stomach, legs press together, and Hinata knows that it’s inadvertent and unintended. The chain of his collar drags onto the ground in front of him, thrown near carelessly off to the side.

Hinata feels his cock twitch in his hand. 

Komaeda Nagito at [02:51]

I wish you were here

I’d let you do so many things to me, Hinata.

Maybe you’d be interested in watching me grind on your leg like a dog? I don’t deserve your hand, let alone your service, especially after I’ve done something so abhorrent as interrupting your work.

But I can’t help myself sometimes. You know how horrible my impulse is.

Though, if you decided you still wanted me, I wouldn’t complain. Quiet the opposite. I want you to have your way with me. Maybe you can grab me by the leash and choke me on your cock? Or pin me down and fuck me into the floor. I don’t think I deserve the bed tonight. 

Hinata’s breathing is heavy, eyes half lidded. He’s barely skimming over the messages at this point, more focused on pumping at his erection then the actual scenario Komaeda was proposing. Honestly, he’s a little impressed Komaeda has managed to keep a level head as long as he has. His resolve was startling, sometimes.

He closes his eyes long enough to imagine that his fingers were Komaeda’s, the other mans breath on his lips as he works him. Komaeda’s fingers were slender, thin. He always seemed to know how to work Hinata over the edge.

Or maybe Hinata was just easy.

He snaps a picture.

Hinata Hajime at [02:55]

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Komaeda Nagito at [02:56]

Ah…!

Or… maybe? Hinata wants me to do something to him tonight. 

Surely he’s very tired after working so much? If you’ll allow me to act so unabashed. 

I’m preparing myself for you, but sure I could think of something to do to you instead. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance to bend you over the bed, Hinata. Unlike myself, you surely deserve as much.

I wouldn’t even make you prep yourself. I’d fuck you with my fingers, first. Maybe even my tongue? 

Hinata Hajime at [02:59]

Komaeda…

Komaeda Nagito at [02:59] 

Ah…? Too much?

Hinata Hajime at [03:00]

No. 

Never

I want you.

Komaeda Nagito at [03:00]

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Please Hinata.

The image is sloppy, and quick, but he’s at least taken care that it won’t be blurry. 

Komaeda doesn’t bother with the reflection, this time around. Instead, he’s taken a picture of the way his cock lays back on his stomach, drools with pre-cum. His hips jutted up in the air, angle awkward enough that Hinata knows it’s for his benefit. His hand is nowhere in sight, but it doesn’t take a genius to imagine how he’s working himself with his fingers. Hinata imagines yanking him by the leash, pulling him into his lap, pinning his hand down and working his cock for him. He imagines leaving a cacophony of bitemarks and scratches on his shoulders and back, feeling Komaeda’s fingers lace into his hair and -

Hinata’s papers have long since been abandoned. He only has a second of forethought before he acts, decidedly not getting anymore work done tonight.

He pushes his seat out hard enough that he near tips over.

Hinata Hajime at [03:01]

Shit. 

Fuck. Hold on.

Fine.

Komaeda Nagito at [03:02]

Yes?

Hinata Hajime at [03:02]

I’ll be back in five.

Just let me.

Yeah.

Komaeda Nagito at [03:02]

…

See you soon Hajime.

#KomaHina #Unsafe #Nagito Komaeda #Hinata Hajime

[sorewo]

Soft

Killing games are hard, and Hajime needs comfort. Surprisingly, soft things are easy to come by on a previously deserted island. 

At the time, this was a vent fic. I’m not sure what I was venting about, however.

Content Warnings: None

You can also read it here.

    Ever since he arrived on the island, Hajime discovered that he was quite fond of soft things. He was unsure if it was the search for comfort or familiarity that caused him to look for it. It started with the sand on the beach. He remembers it underneath him when he awoke, a fluffy-haired boy leaning over him and questioning him about his health. He had gone to the beach multiple times with his family. Even if he was the least favorite child, he cherished it nonetheless. The grains of sand digging into his hands let him go back, even for a moment, to when he had been with his loved ones. Back then, he didn’t know how much it would mean to him.

    Later, it became his bed. A soft place where nobody would disturb him. He was never the most mentally sound person. Anxiety and panic attacks came to him often, and depression plagued his mind. Every time, he would seek the comfort of his bed, a place where he felt safe to let it all out. He felt protected, and he could attempt to fend off the thoughts that fought to end his life. His pillow was especially soft. He held it when he felt lonely, and cried into it when he didn’t want to be too loud. It took all of his frustrations, the screaming, punching, being thrown against the wall, and other things, as well.

    Hajime liked to keep his private life, well, private . It ended up being even more private when he realized just how much the other students disliked Nagito. Despite the private-ness and relationship-hiding, the two boys still found themselves in bed together, sand dusting the floor from their stumbling the previous night. Though it was hot, though neither of them moved in fear of ruining the tender mood that had set when they woke up. Hajime‘s hand was tangled in the other’s hair, gently combing out the knots his lover could never get out himself.

    “Why do you like playing with my hair? It’s all strong and gross,” the taller boy mumbled into Hajime’s neck. He had always thought that he made a good pillow, much better than his own. “It’s not disgusting,” Hajime began, his hand moving to rub his thumb along the other’s cheek. “And I like it. It’s fluffy.” It was true. He loved Nagito’s hair. It was soft, and it was one of the things that gave him that familiar sense of comfort and safety. The texture reminded him of… something. He wasn’t really sure what it reminded him of, the closest he could come to a solid conclusion was relating it to a childhood stuffed animal.

    Nagito felt similarly. He was always a weak child, and misfortune fought against him while illness plagued him for most of his life. Hajime was stronger than he could ever be. If anyone would be able to protect him from the horrors of the future, it would always be Hajime. The weight of the hand of his face was soothing as he leaned into the touch. The strong hands that would be able to protect him from his own fate, akin to how a childhood stuffed animal would protect a child from the monsters under their bed.

    It took another half hour before either of them were ready to get out of bed. Nagito quickly retreated to the bathroom in need of a shower after the night’s events. Hajime soon found himself searching for their lost clothing that also required washing. Two pairs of pants were easily located, as they had landed not too far from where they had been resting. Their shoes were scattered by the door, small piles of sand were also found in the near vicinity. Trailing the piles of sand, Hajime’s eyes soon found themselves on the other’s jacket. It had been carelessly thrown on the floor after he had pushed it off his lover’s shoulders.

    It looked as though it were the smallest size available, especially when Nagito was wearing it. However, now that Hajime was actually holding it, it looked at least a size up from his own clothing. After realizing it would fit him, and assuming his boyfriend would be in the shower a while longer, it took only a few seconds for him to give into temptation and try it on. The jacket was extremely warm, too warm to be wearing on an island every day. It was well insulated, perfect for late fall or early spring. The interior of the hood had a light fuzziness to it as well, like a cozy blanket in the middle of winter.

    “Hajime?”

    Hajime spun around, a dark blush covering his face as he realized he had been caught. Nagito emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing more than a clean t-shirt and boxers he had found buried in his drawers. His hand rubbed at the towel thrown over his head in an attempt to dry his bird nest-like hair.

    “Ah! You found my jacket!”

    It only took a few long strides for the white-haired boy to carry himself across the room. His hands tugged at the collar of the jacket, pulling it snugly around Hajime’s shoulders and neaten the hood. Nagito hummed in approval before pushing back Hajime’s bangs to place a soft kiss to the other’s forehead.

    Yeah, Hajime really loves soft things.

#Dee Writes #Danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #hajime hinata x nagito komaeda #hajime hinata/nagito komaeda

[himiko-yumehellno]

This isn't Komaeda hate but I think it would have been really funny if someone just was like "oh yeah??" about his obsession with talent

Nagito: those without talent.... Are utterly worthless

Hajime, tired as shit and on his third coffee: excuse me, motherfucker? What are you even using as a measure of "talent??" Are you just trusting that Hope's Peak is going to magically identify every Ultimate in the world? You're leaving who you respect up to one or two boards of directors?? What if someone is Ultimate level good at something but they don't get scouted, huh? What if there's someone who should be the Ultimate Poet or something but they don't get noticed because they keep a low profile?? What if you found out that someone you insulted for being "talentless" was actually really fucking good at the violin or something, to the point where they should have been scouted but weren't for whatever dumbass reason? And another thing; you do realize that just because someone isn't an Ultimate, it doesn't mean they don't have any talent, right? Are you gonna go grab a time machine and tell Einstein or Da Vinci they were pathetic and shouldn't even try in life? Huh? You gonna go do that just because they happened to not be instantly good at something in their youth? Actually, on that note, what if someone doesn't have the opportunity to discover their Ultimate talent while they're young? What if they're, like, the Ultimate Dog Trainer but only get to train dogs after moving out because their brother is allergic to fur? Are they also useless just because they cared more about their brother's health than a career they wanted to pursue? And another thing about Hope's Peak because I just thought of this; sooner or later, they're probably gonna make a mistake, you know? What if in a few years there's an idol who's loved even more than Sayaka? What if there's a boxer in the future who's even better than Sakakura? If Hope's Peak hypothetically doesn't scout them because they've already had Ultimates for those talents, are they worthless? Huh? Sounds to me like you're the pathetic one, not us "talentless idiots."

Nagito: ...

Chiaki: Hajime I love you but when the hell did you grow a backbone about this specific topic?

Hajime: I haven't slept in three days

#sdr2 #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #himiko cast original post #hope's peak

[iluvsexyvoltageguys]

“It’s really hard to do yoga with a boner”

Fandom: Scandal in the Spotlight (Love 365)

Pairing: Nagito x Reader

“Nagito, please focus,” you snapped. Still in downward dog, you looked behind you to see your boyfriend not attempting the position, but rather shamelessly ogling your ass.

He grumbled darkly under his breath, but adjusted his body to mimic yours. “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

You rolled your body forward, smoothly transitioning to the next pose. It wasn’t that you weren’t fully aware of how your yoga shorts barely covered your ass, distracting Nagito with thoughts of what lay underneath; it was just that you didn’t care.

“Because you wanted to become more flexible. And because we got kicked out of couples yoga since you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

Collapsing to the ground, he exhaled deeply, trying to ease his sore muscles. “It’s not my fault that your legs looked so good in those leggings and that half those positions had you sitting in my lap.”

“Well, it is your fault that you can’t control your own hands in public.”

“But, babe, I just can’t control myself around you,” he smirked, trying to worm his way back into your good graces.

You lowered your body to the floor, stretching your torso upwards into cobra position. “Quit trying to suck up to me and just finish this circuit instead.”

Frowning slightly, he faced you and mirrored your actions, using his palms to shuffle forward until you were practically nose-to-nose, Nagito not even trying to be subtle about staring at your chest, covered by a thin sports bra. “It’s really hard to do yoga with a boner,” he whispered.

“And what am I supposed to do about that?” you sighed.

“I don’t know, help me fix it?” He looked so pathetic, his eyes locked on yours.

Your eyes bore into him, unblinking. “If you want actual results in your flexibility that you can see on stage, you’re going to have to focus and stop getting distracted by your dick.”

“You’re a mean teacher,” he pouted, nonetheless following your lead as you moved into child’s pose.

You let out a deep breath to center yourself before retorting, “Well, you’re a terrible student.”

As difficult as it was to keep his attention on yoga, Nagito knew you were right about him needing to focus. With the length of the tour taking a toll on his body, it was an easy way to keep his muscles loose and limber. Stifling his urge to quit, he let you guide him through the positions, feeling his muscles stretching with every motion.

Finally, you eased up on him, taking him through some cool-down moves to allow his body to slowly relax. As his mind stopped focusing on how tired his muscles were, his attention returned to you stretched out in front of him.

Your hair was tied in a tight ponytail that ran down your bare back, knees bent, ass raised up, and torso stretching forward towards the floor with your arms outstretched. You called it “extended puppy pose,” but he kept imagining fucking you in that position.

Giving up on yoga, he instead stood up, dropping his pants, leaving him just in boxers that did absolutely nothing to cover his erection.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your tone one of warning.

He began to step away from you, as if walking towards the bedroom. “Well, since you’re busy, I figured I’d just take matters into my own hands. Literally.”

“We literally have five minutes left in this, can’t you wait until then?” Despite your words, you still tugged him back to you until he sat down on the floor, climbing into his lap so you could feel his hard cock pressed against your center.

Nagito’s hand dug into your hip, letting you do all the work as he watched. “I mean, sex is a good way to test my new flexibility, isn’t it? And anyways, we should stretch after the entire workout is done, so I’m just saving you from having to stretch again.”

You buried your head into his shoulder to hold back the laugh threatening to escape your mouth, but nonetheless lifted your hips slightly to shuffle off your shorts. You lay down between his legs, tongue tracing over the evident bulge in his underwear.

He wasted no time in removing his boxers, guiding his cock between your lips. “Fuck yes, you’re so eager, aren’t you?”

Instead of a witty comeback, you simply took him further into your mouth until your nose brushed against the base of his cock, enjoying his momentary inability to form words. When you pulled back, he stroked the hair that had slipped into your face, watching you circle your tongue around the sensitive tip like you couldn’t get enough.

His hips gently pushed forward, but you continued to tease him, feeling the grip on your hair tightening as he became increasingly desperate for you. “Fuck, ____, I need…,” he trailed off, as you sucked a little harder on the tip, tasting the pre-cum on your tongue.

“You need what, Nagi?” you asked, before taking him deep in your mouth again.

“Fuck….I….,” he paused for a second, “I need to be inside you now.”

Letting your tongue trace the veins on his cock one last time, you sat up and stripped off your bra as he did the same with his shirt. His mouth quickly went to your collarbone, leaving small red marks along the skin, his hands teasing your nipples, enjoying every small mewl and whimper that left your mouth.

Using an arm around your waist, he quickly lay you down on the floor, with him hovering above you. “I want to try something. What was that pose that you made me do at the beginning?”

Quickly running through the prior workout, it didn’t take long to figure out where his mind was headed. “Happy baby?” you asked, already spreading your legs and bringing your knees to your chest until your feet were facing the ceiling.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to focus when you were doing that,” he breathed, fingers trailing down your stomach to your core, completely exposed to his gaze. “All I could think of was how good it would feel to fuck you like this.” With his arms planted on either side of your head, he leaned down to press his lips against yours, his cock rubbing against your folds.

Sneaking one hand between your bodies, he sheathed himself inside you, filling you with a single thrust. “You feel so fucking tight like this,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours.

The position had him hitting new spots inside you that had you seeing stars, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. With every thrust, his body rubbed against your clit and eventually you just gave up on keeping your legs in position, letting them wrap around Nagito’s body to urge him even deeper.

The fluttering of your pussy walls around his cock sped up Nagito’s own orgasm, feeling the deep vibrations in his chest as he grunted an unintelligible string of curses and compliments.

Slipping his cock from your slick pussy, he replaced it with his fingers, scissoring them inside you while rubbing his thumb firmly against your clit until you were screaming his name, hips arching off the ground.

He licked his fingers clean, not minding his own taste mixed with yours, then leaned over to kiss you again, this time more languidly, no longer tinged with the neediness of earlier. “I think I actually am growing to like yoga,” he murmured, ignoring you rolling your eyes.

“You’re just saying that because you got laid,” you joked back, shoving his shoulder playfully.

He looked offended for a second before a smile broke across his features, practically pouncing back on top of you. “Yeah, that’s true. But anyways, how long do you think you can hold downward dog for?”

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#scandal in the spotlight smut #sits smut #nagito aoshima smut #voltage inc smut #voltage inc fanfiction #scandal in the spotlight #sits #nagito aoshima

[magioftheseas]

Not Too Hot, Not Too Cold

Summary: In which Matsuda and Komaeda clean themselves off in the public bath. It's clean, I tell you, CLEAN!

Rating: PG (?)

Warnings: I mean two boys are taking a bath but it’s non-sexual and it’s...a bath. There are some decriptions of the nudity and scarring but it’s clinical.

Notes: Ah yes, the mandatory bathing event that comes with every killing game. Honestly it’s fairly tame and I admit I just really like writing people taking baths. I just love baths. But yeah, this one takes place immediately after Chapter 10. It’s short and sweet but I enjoyed writing it, ehe.

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Main story is HERE

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Just undressing was a bit of an endeavor with how much his shirt got stuck to his skin. It was a hassle to drag off, and the tag in the back was fucking scratchy as shit. Grumbling, Matsuda practically yanked it off, tossing it aside. He moved onto his pants, even more of a hassle due to the texture and scowled all the while.

“Do you need help, Matsuda-kun?”

“No, fuck off.”

Komaeda giggles in response and Matsuda doesn’t look at him but at the set of clothes set delicately aside. Shirt, pants, and boxers all daintily folded with the ridiculous jacket hung up lovingly. Compared to his heap on the group currently burying his slippers. The orderliness annoys him for several reasons, but he’s not in a particularly introspective mood right now so he lets it slide.

Komaeda had already turned on the shower, humming and checking the temperature. Matsuda stole a glance at his bare shoulders, noting that without extra layers, Komaeda Nagito was almost disgustingly frail. The steam did little to obscure that, but Matsuda quickly directed his attention to wiping the moisture off his forehead rather than overthinking as he was prone to do.

If I had let him get tied up, would he have actually survived?

He shouldn’t think about that.

Also, he caused two deaths yesterday and is humming a damn tune. But, hey, we all cope in different ways. Urgh.

He shouldn’t think about that, either. While a shower was one of the more ideal places to get ill, he did want to just bathe and wash everything away rather than creating a larger mess.

Even though I’m a mess of a human being even without that damn basket case over there.

Ha. Ha.

“Matsuda-kun, the water’s ready!”

Who’s responsible for who, here?

With a sigh, Matsuda dispensed the last of his clothes into the misery heap and made his way over. Komaeda handed him the shower nozzle cheerfully with his face and hands both looking awfully red.

Matsuda checked the water and nearly screamed from the immediate, searing burn.

“What the fuck, how big is your death wish?!”

“Oh,” Komaeda intoned, pulling the water away and staring at the nozzle in confusion. “Too hot or too cold?”

“Hot! Way too hot! Are you trying to burn yourself alive?! Wasn’t Hanamura enough?!”

Urgh, and now he felt sick again.

“It felt fine to me,” Komaeda muttered, almost curiously. He puts his hand under the spray. “Mm.”

Matsuda yanked his hand away by the wrist, expression dark.

“The least you can do is take me by my fucking word.”

So he can’t feel it. That’s great. That’s just great. He’s bad at guilt, grief, and heat. What a combination. But, I can’t exactly be surprised.

Sighing, he took over the shower and twisted the knob so that it was more suitably lukewarm. He personally preferred them on the cold side because he was less likely to fall asleep that way, but he didn’t want to give the idiot he was in charge of a fucking stroke.

“Sorry, Matsuda-kun.” Komaeda ducked his head, looking apologetic at least. This guy and his standards. Matsuda simply rolled his eyes.

“Do you never notice blisters?”

“Oh, I get them sometimes. Why?” Komaeda tilted his head, smile stupid and innocent. “It’s the same with bruises.”

“Understandable,” Matsuda grumbled before spraying Komaeda in the face. “Aah, it looks like I’m gonna have my work cut out for me.”

Komaeda cried out, gurgling his name. When Matsuda pulled back, he was groaned and covering his face.

“Uu, it got up my nose.”

“Ah.” Matsuda clicked his tongue, and he couldn’t brush off the rising heat in his cheeks as being the fault of the water. Dammit. “Sorry about that. Turn around. Let’s just start rinsing you off.”

“M-Mm?” Komaeda blinked at him blearily. “I can do that myself, Matsuda-kun.”

“Did I fucking stutter? I can’t even trust you to not eat soap with how you act sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” A pause. “I can’t even see how that would serve any higher purpose. Really, if anyone should do that, it should be Matsuda-kun.”

“Fuck off.”

Giggling at his inane joke, Komaeda obeyed and turned around. Matsuda’s gaze ran up and down. Every contour of his spinal cord and shoulder blades stuck out, and even over his hips, the skin seemed to be stretched over thin. Komaeda still hummed cheerfully, squirting shampoo into his hand and lathering his hair.

“That melody,” Matsuda found himself murmuring. “I guess it’s not terrible.”

“Aha, thank you.” Even tossed carelessly over his shoulder, Komaeda’s smile was painfully bright. “It’s a lullaby that a nurse used to sing for me.”

Not your mom?

His chest clenched at the thought.

Then again, do I even remember her lullabies?

“Do you know any lullabies, Matsuda-kun?”

“Haah? What kind of question is that?”

“I just,” Komaeda chuckled, turned away with pink ears. “Whenever you remark on something, I can’t help but wonder about the significance of it.”

Komaeda’s hands dropped to his lap, head tilted back. Getting the message, Matsuda turned the spray back on him to rinse out the soap. Without thinking, he runs his own fingers through the ivory strands to be thorough. As one would expect, the hair was thin, frail, and easy to pull out if he wasn’t careful.

“Mm, Matsuda-kun,” Komaeda hums happily. “So cleansing.”

“If you make it weird again, I won’t hesitate to spray your face.”

“Uwah! Please don’t!” A light laugh tinged with weariness. “I really didn’t enjoy the previous time.”

“So there’s your limit on your self-destructive tendencies, huh?”

“I don’t like to be hurt without purpose, Matsuda-kun!”

“I see.”

He wanted to scoff but instead bit his tongue.

A fucking mess I got myself into, that’s for damn sure.

All the same, he finishes with Komaeda’s hair and moves on to scrub his back. Komaeda shudders, flushing for some reason, and Matsuda avoids his stare. Instead, he observes the various scars on the other’s body. Some of them were surgical scars. He could tell they were the work of amateurs and it pissed him off considerably.

“U-Um, Matsuda-kun? You really don’t have to go this far.”

“With how pitiful you are, you’d sprain something by accident if I just left you on your own,” he retorted. “Besides, it’s easier this way. Do the same for me next because I really don’t want to expend this kind of effort on myself.”

“Aha,” Komaeda gasped before nodding cheerily. “That’s so like you. It’s still the highest honor to ask of from someone like me!”

“Not really.”

If I end up falling asleep, I’m hoping this idiot has the sense to wake me up, at least.

Komaeda was still giggling and fawning over the idea and he may have made a mistake, but Matsuda was a stubborn enough guy to commit. And whatever regret there was, it wasn’t enough to overcome his sheer laziness and disinterest in maintaining an acceptable level of personal hygiene.

“Hm, hm.”

He was actually starting to doze off already.

“Oh, Matsuda-kun, I’m not done washing myself off yet!” Komaeda exclaimed, aghast. “Ah, just let me take the nozzle back to finish.”

He was tired enough to comply, sitting down and laying his cheek against his knees with a groan.

“Ugh. The day hasn’t even truly started yet. That’s fucking great.”

“Chin up, Matsuda-kun! As an Ultimate, you have to keep looking unwaveringly towards the future.”

“Ew.”

And then, Komaeda was the one to spray him in the face. The ensuing water fight after that, with Matsuda cursing and Komaeda chortling, was more than enough to get his spirits up in a manner of speaking.

But even after the water took away all the sweat, dirt, and a little bit of blood, it sure as hell didn’t lighten up the overall situation. Still, Matsuda supposed he felt a little more capable to handle it, even with a beaming nuisance trailing after him.

#yasuke matsuda #matsuda yasuke #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #MatsuKoma #Protag Matsun #Magi fics #I really did try to exert self-control and am I going to be thanked for it? #Probably not

[the-cpu-system]

Lucky Leader

||You Kick In Your Sleep||

It was the first time the two had fell asleep in the same bed. Yeah they be slept over FaceTime, and call, and video, but never together. Nagito had noticed that Ouma didn't sleep in pajamas, just his boxers; and when Nagito would flick off the light Kokichi would bolt to the bed and hide under the covers. This had prompted Nagito to turn on the 4 leaf clover nightlight he had since he was a kid. Kokichi noticed Komaeda ties his hair up in a pony tail, and wears one of those eye masks. Kokichi sucked his thumb, Komaeda didn't like using a blanket, Kokichi was a cuddler, Komaeda talked in his sleep, Kokichi snored, Komaeda curled up on his side, all these things were little habits they only noticed now. There was one habit that Kokichi had that Nagito found annoying yet adorable in some way. Kokichi could NEVER stay in a sleeping position. He'd always move. That caused him to kick and slap in his sleep. So needless to say that was fun for Nagito. In the morning Nagito was up since 3, covered in bruises and Kokichi was cuddled up on Komaeda's stomach like a dog. They're gonna need to invest in one of those beds that raises and lowers each side..