Girls R Like "but He's My Comfort Character" And Then It's Literally The Most Emotionally Traumatized

girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever

marry you

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Summary: Komaeda meets his beloved spouse after his luck finally gives him one thing.

Komaeda doesn't have many memories from his childhood.

Not many, but he has a single one he's never forgotten. He has a finished green ring pop that he carries on him at all times, and he has a photo that reminds him of the event in his wallet that he guards with his life.

Komaeda remembers it quite vividly. 

The sun shone brightly, and the flowers in his backyard were a nice, bright color compared to how they were in the rest of his memories.

Nagito Komaeda remembers that moment with his whole heart.

Under the burning sun of June, Nagito Komaeda had gotten married to you as a seven-year-old.

It's hard to forget one's first love.

"Nagi!!" You beam, running at the boy. "Let's get married!"

"H-huh?" Komaeda's eyes widen at you, and you grin at him. 

"I heard that's what people do if they're in love!"

"B-but we're not old enough!"

"But you love me, right?"

"Y-yeah?" Komaeda tilts his head in confusion.

"I love you too! So let's get married!" You grin. You're missing a tooth because you just lost one, but Komaeda thinks you look really pretty under the sun. A child doesn't know the word ethereal, but Komaeda would've called you that if he had known. "I'm wearing the whitest clothes I have today, just for this moment!"

Komaeda blinks.

"I don't have a ring," He pouts.

"Do you have money?"

"Yeah," he stares at you. 

"Let's go get ring pops!!" You pull him from the grass, and he stumbles after you. The sun burns his skin lightly. He's always been prone to sunburns, but he doesn't seem to mind as you're racing down the neighborhood to get to the convenience store. 

Komaeda sits on the parking block as you rush inside with his money, and he pouts. He chases after you, whining about how since he was richer he should pay.

"Nuh uh! I brought money too!"

"But I have more money than you!" He pouts. "Also, as a gift. I didn't get to buy you your wedding outfit."

You yelp as Komaeda takes your silence as an answer and runs off with the two rings. He pays for them quickly, rushing the cashier with a pout on his face as you rush to grab him. He grins as the cashier hands him the receipt with a laugh, and you pout.

"Nagi!"

"No takebacks!" He blows a raspberry at you, and he grins. "I bought your ring, hah!"

You frown, and his expression softens at your discomfort.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles. "But I wanted to pay."

"It's alright," You mumble, reaching for his hand. "Who's the ring bearer? Ring.. ring boy."

"Can Hope do it?"

"Yeah," You mumble back, following Komaeda. A part of him wants to rip open the candy and eat it, but he thinks it'll be gone by the time the two of you are done with the wedding.

Komaeda remembers the way you had jumped up and down while explaining to his parents what the two of you were going to do. Your parents had laughed, and Komaeda's parents had ruffled your hair affectionately. They would help officiate the wedding.

Komaeda remembers how his mom and your mom had pushed you into a room to help you get ready, and he remembers how his dad with yours had dragged him to the backyard to pick flowers for you. Komaeda remembers how hard he was sweating when he finished making the bouquet for you. It was so pretty. Komaeda had done his best to give you the prettiest bouquet. 

You looked pretty when you stepped out of the room. You had your mom put lipstick on your, as a child asks, and you had grinned at Komaeda affectionately. He remembers how you looked while walking down the aisle. Well, it wasn't an aisle. It was the garden pathway that Komaeda had deemed as the prettiest while you were getting ready. 

You wore white, as one does on their wedding, and Komaeda had changed into his best outfit. He remembers how Hope, only a puppy at the time, had dropped the rings in their packaging twice, and he remembers his dad helping the puppy take then to him. He remembers the way you ran down the garden pathway, a smile so bright it put the sun to shame on your face as you stopped next to him.

"Do you, Komaeda Nagito, take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded spouse?" Komaeda's dad does a dramatic wave of his arm at you.

"I do!" Komaeda remembers that his cheeks hurt from how hard he smiled.

"Do you, Y/n L/n, take Komaeda Nagito as your darling husband?" His dad does the same to Komaeda.

"Yes!" You jump excitedly. "I do!!"

"Please exchange your rings!" Komaeda's dad laughs heartily as the two of you rip open the package to slip on eachothers' ring fingers. Komaeda struggles a little because yours won't fit, and neither does his, but the two of you make it work. The ring is too big for the both of you; you guys have to hold it on, and Komaeda's mom grins as she pulls out her camera. 

"Baby, that's the wrong finger," Your mom lowers herself to your height, and she helps the two of you fix the ring placement. "This one," she slides the ring onto your ring finger. "That's the ring finger. The middle finger is for engagement."

"What's engagement?"

"It's like promising to marry someone," She smiles, adjusting Komaeda's ring. "But the two of you are married already, so it's the ring finger."

"Alright," You mumble, staring at the blue candy on your finger.

"I now pronounce the two of you married!" Komaeda's dad laughs as the two of you hug. 

"Smile!" Komaeda's mom holds a camera up, and you press your lips to Komaeda's cheek.

Komaeda turns red, stumbling over his words as you grin at him. 

"W-what was that for!"

"I heard you have to kiss at a wedding," You pout. "I saw it on TV."

"Does that mean I have to kiss you?" Komaeda mumbles, flushing impossible redder.

"Maybe," You shrug. "You don't need to-"

Komaeda presses his lips to your cheek in the second photo, and your eyes are widened in surprise. Komaeda remembers you smacking his chest lightly afterwards, whining about how he caught you off guard. He remembers how you had bit his ring pop in retaliation and how he got offended, so he bit yours. The two of you had finished your ring pops in his backyard on his swings, and the two of you had watched the sun set. 

Komaeda's mom had printed out the photos she took for the two of you to keep as a memory.

He remembers you tucking his into his wallet and how you had tucked yours into your wallet.

"Now we match!" You lips and tongue were blue from the candy, but Komaeda didn't mind. You still looked really pretty.

"Now that we're married..." Komaeda trails, staring up from the grass. "What do married people do?"

"I don't know," You pause. "They kiss and have kids... and stuff."

"But we're still kids," Komaeda mumbles. "We can't have kids yet."

"Yeah," You pout. "But promise me that we'll talk about it when we're older!"

Komaeda intertwines his pinky with yours, and he mumbles to himself. "What if you cheat."

"I would never!" You gasp, sitting up. "I could never do that! Nagi, I love you!!! People who love each other don't cheat!"

"Alright," Komaeda sighs. 

"You won't cheat either, right?" You mumble.

"Yeah," Komaeda grins. "I could never. I love you a whooooole lot!"

"How much?"

"Thiiiiiiiis," Komaeda waves his hands around. "Much!"

"Well," You mumble. "I love thiiiiis much too!" You mimic his wave, and Komaeda laughs. 

"No I love you more than that!"

"Oh, yeah? Prove it!"

Komaeda wakes up to the sound of his alarm, dragging his limbs out of bed. Ah, how nostalgic. His luck had moved you away from him immediately after the two of you got 'married'. He misses you. A lot.

Komaeda stares at the clock on his bedstand, and he glances at his wallet and keychain. He had dug a hole through the ring to loop a chain through. It's carried around with him. The photo of the two of you is in his wallet, tucked behind a plastic covering to avoid getting ruined or wet. 

The sun presses kisses to his face, and he washes up for the day. He brushes his teeth, eyes trailing to the necklace hung up. He dries his hands, and he clasps it around his neck. Tucking it gently behind his uniform collar, he grabs a slice of toast, and he heads to school for the day. 

The sun burns his skin, but he supposes he'll be fine. He has sunscreen on, and he's sure he'll live. He doesn't get sunburnt as often anymore.

He wonders how his luck is going to affect him today.

Stopping at the vending machine for a drink, he opens his wallet. As he does, to glance at the photo, it starts raining. Komaeda panics at the sight of the photo getting wet, and Komaeda feels his heart shatter in his ears. Rushing to get under a roof, he tries drying the photo however he could. It gets worse, and Komaeda feels his stomach churn uncomfortably. He wants to cry. 

The panic flooding his body makes him unaware of anything else going on around him, and he bites his bottom lip as he gives up on restoring the image. That was absolutely awful. Is his luck trying to kill him? Oh, god. No. He's praying something good happens today. By the way his luck was, it'd be strange for something good to actually happen.

The rain clears up, and Komaeda rushes to get to school. 

He was held back; he didn't need to be late to class.

At the gate of the main course, Komaeda slips on a puddle and lands face-first into the cement. It hurts. He gets up onto his knees, and he rubs his nose. There's blood coming out. He grimaces, and he mumbles to himself. What an awful morning. Just how much did the universe hate him today? His luck was absolutely awful. What the hell?

A hand offers him a handkerchief.

"A-ah, no, it's alright," He smiles, looking up at them. "It'd be rude for me to dirty an ultimate's handkerchi..." His eyes widen at the sight of their face. "ef."

"Even if it's your spouse's?" You help him up, pressing the fabric to his nose, and you have him tilt his head forward to stop the nosebleed. Komaeda doesn't fight your movement, body relaxing at your touch. He missed you. Ah, he can feel tears forming in his eyes. "I'll take you to the nurse's office."

"A-ah," Komaeda panics. "It's fine!"

"I insist," You mumble. "I know how to stop one, but I need you to sit down."

Komaeda doesn't fight you as you lead him to the nurse's office. Mikan helps him out, and you lean on the wall as he gets treated.

"You're still injury prone, huh?" You laugh as Mikan excuses herself at the sound of the bell.

"We're late for class," Komaeda mumbles, getting up.

"I told Mikan to explain that we'd be late," You smile. "You can walk slowly."

Komaeda stares at you for the first time, taking your features in. You haven't changed a single bit. He stares at you, growing embarrassed with each passing second. You're so gorgeous. Hell. You look just as pretty as the day you left him. He wants to see you in white again. Can he propose again? Did you still have your ring base? Do you still have the photo? Wait. Shit. The photo.

Komaeda fishes out his wallet, checking to see if the photo had dried and was still in one piece. 

It is not.

"Nagi?" The name rolls off your tongue naturally, and you slap your hands over your mouth. "Sorry. That came out naturally. I'm not sure if we're-"

"We're married," Komaeda swallows, face red. "You can call me whatever you want. Uh, my photo... got ruined. I'm sorry. You can smack me if you wan-"

You gasp. "You still have the ring!" Komaeda jumps in his skin, and he watches as you pull a necklace from under your uniform. "I have it too!"

Komaeda's throat goes dry at the sight of you with the necklace. 

"Ah... I," He fishes out the necklace you bought him, and he pauses.

"You still have it!!" You gasp. "Nagi!!"

Komaeda catches you in his arms, and you peer up at him, eyes bright with life. "Let's get to class. We have to tell them we're married. It just makes sense to!"

As Komaeda gets dragged by you again, he can't but feeling he's at peace. Home is where you are.

"Can... I propose to you properly when we put it on paper in the government?"

You look back at him with a grin. "That's a given."

Komaeda could kiss you right now.

Hello! Hope you’re having a good day/night. Could I please request Nagito x gn reader that was helping take care of him during the whole despair disease outbreak, and whenever Nagito said ‘I hate you’ the reader would just respond with something along the lines of “Love you too, Komaeda.” Could be headcanons, oneshot, or whatever. Whichever you’d prefer.

Sorry if this sounds weird, I don’t usually make requests lol. Thanks in advance!!

taking care of despair diseased nagito

type: in killing game, hc format, established relationship

a/n: anon it's so crazy i was literally just playing chapter 3 of dra2 and was at the part when they get the disease

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you noticed right away that something was wrong with nagito

every word that came out of his mouth was a lie

it was almost like he couldn't speak the truth at all

when hajime felt his forehead and noticed that nagito was burning up, you knew that was the reason behind his behavior

monokuma popped up soon after, confirming that nagito was indeed afflicted by the lying disease

still, you didn't understand why some disease would cause nagito to say things like nothing is real, everyone is fake, and everyone is out to get him

but it was impossible to reason with him, especially because not long after he passed out, crumpling to the floor

you lunged forward, grabbing onto him to soften his fall, and pulled him onto your lap

"mikan! we need to get him to the hospital!" you yelled, while everyone else stood by in shock

the nurse helped you carry nagito all the way to the hospital on the third island, where you laid him in a bed

"u- um, we need to get him out of his clothes and into a gown," mikan said

"i got it, go help ibuki and akane," you replied, so she left it to you

nagito regained consciousness while you were slipping his shirt over his head

"ah! what are you doing to me? ah, are you planning to abduct me and take me to your home planet?"

you would have laughed at the silliness of the question if he wasn't in such dire condition. instead, you replied patiently

"i'm not an alien, nagito" you reached for his pants to slide them down his legs, but he swats your hand away

"i don't... want..." he was struggling to finish his sentence without panting from the fever

"i know, i'm sorry. but i need to get you into a gown. would you rather have mikan do it?"

"yes, i would much prefer mikan do it," he rambled, staring at the wall

your heart fluttered a little bit, knowing he meant the opposite of what he said. but this wasn't the time to be flustered

after wrestling with your boyfriend a little bit, you finally got his pants off, and draped the gown around his shoulders

once you tied it, you let him lay back down on the bed, and he closed his eyes

at this point there wasn't anything else you can do, with no medic knowledge, so you decided to just comfort him through it

you reached out to pat his head, smoothing down his hair

he reacted weakly, shaking his head as if to shoo away your hand

"get your filthy hand off me," he snarled

by now you were starting to translate his words in your head

"go away (please stay)"

"stop touching me (don't stop)"

with one hand running through his hair, your other laced your fingers in his, watching as he shifted between a state of being awake and being unconscious

"i... hate you" he spat, beads of sweat collecting at his temple

"i love you too, nagito" you smiled, gently squeezing his hand

"i seriously... hate you... go away."

"i'm here, you're okay. i won't leave you."

"i don't want you here! go away!"

his eyes were watering, and you didn't know if he was crying because he was in pain or angry, so you reached out and wiped the tears away

"i want to be here, i won't leave you, i promise."

you could have sworn you felt him squeeze your hand back once before he slipped back into sleep

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i know this probably won't do well but i can't stop thinking about kiyotaka ishimaru and his stupid (affectionate) rules. <3

⸻ this is very self-indulgent, so it is nsfw and a ftm reader!! feel free to imagine it as an amab post instead, if you'd like! i also haven't written nsfw in a while so i apologize if this is bad.

can't stop thinking about sneaking into his dorm at night and him talking about how it's highly inappropriate that you're in there alone with him, only to be shut up with a kiss. he'd get so red and he'd stutter out some kind of excuse about how you need to leave-!

but he doesn't fight back once you push him back onto the bed and sit on his lap. he's still, hands by his sides as his breath gets labored and heavy. he doesn't move his hands until you move them for him, such a sweet boy. once his hands come in contact with you, his eyes are going wide as he looks up at you, silently asking if it was really okay. this had to be violating some kind of rule! it was certainly inappropriate for two students to be alone in a sound-proof room..!

as his hands roam your body, he can't help but get at least a little excited at all the cute sounds you make. and he can't help but think he's a pervert because now he's enjoying it 𑁋 now he's hard and he's sure you can tell. you can, but you figure that pointing it out would just make the poor boy even more embarrassed. once the over the clothes fondling isn't doing it for you anymore, you ask him if he's okay with going further and smile when he shyly nods.

so your clothes are quickly discarded and you stay seated on his lap for the time being (at his suggestion), as you try and convince him to touch you more. his fingers slowly brush over your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. he's still shy, but his nerves are slowly calming. so he makes a bold move and slides one of his hands down, resting on your thigh before moving up a little more to brush a thumb over your wet folds.

"taka, please." you beg, and it's hard for him to keep his composure. the both of you are surprised he hasn't cum in his pants yet, but yet again, you're sure he will soon. you're tugging at his clothes, pleading for him to take them off. your fingers clumsily unzip his pants and push down his boxers just enough for his cock to slip out and slap against his uniform top. soon after, you're sinking down on his cock and moaning about how good it feels, praising him for making you feel so good.

he feels so dirty as he's grabbing your hips and snapping his upwards. he's never felt this good before and he can't help but wonder if it'll be a one-time thing or if the two of you will become something more after this.. but that thought is soon pushed out of his head as you pull him into a kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as you moan against his mouth.

"taka, taka!! gonna cum!" you whine, grinding your hips down against his as he gently squeezes your waist. he nods, unable to push out any words, but he's just as close as you are. it only takes a little bit longer before you're cumming, him not far behind you as he pulls you against him and hugs you close. you pet his hair absentmindedly, pressing kisses to his neck. he's still inside of you and you feel warm; content, even. he insists on cleaning the two of you up and lets you sleep over in his dorm.

hi i saw u wanted requests! could u do an oikawa x little!male!reader fluff fic? where reader regresses bc of stress and oikawa plays with him? thank u, feel free to ignore this if u dont wanna write it :) <3

⸻ this is so cute !! he's such a cutie pie!! i included a few head canons too ૮꒰ྀི´ ˘ `ʃƪ꒱ྀིა

NSFW DNI FOR THIS POST!! THIS IS SFW!

he would be so, so sweet. anything for his baby!

he's immediately able to tell when you're slipping and he just coos at you, telling you how cute you are.

if you're ever struggling to regress, he loves helping you !! he puts on a show for you and the two of you cuddle

"you're too small for that, little love. i'll do it for you."

i think he likes being called papa or just by his first name!! thinks your pretty little voice calling him "tooru" or just "'ru" is the cutest thing ever!

he calls you baby, little one, sweetheart, etc. he'll call you anything you want. he loves calling you pet names.

he loooooves playing with you! he'll do anything you want frfr. loves making forts and cuddling with you while the two of you watch movies!!

everything had seemed doable when you first accepted. your friends needing help with an assignment for class, the teachers assigning extra classwork for extra credit (which you needed), and your own homework. but things just kept piling up on top of that. you needed a shower, you had forgotten lunch, your computer was almost dead, and nobody would leave you alone.

it was to the point that you were close to crying by the time oikawa walked through the door of your shared apartment. he immediately noticed your teary eyes as he slipped off his shoes, making his way over to you.

"my sweet boy, c'mere. what's wrong?" he pulls you into a hug, petting your hair and smoothing out any loose hairs that were sticking up.

"jus' stressed. i dunno what to do." you sniffle, hands forming fists as you cling to his shirt. your mind was racing as you tried to figure out the best way to finish everything you needed to get done. "so many things to do. gotta keep working."

you could feel the stress getting to you, and in turn you could feel yourself slipping. that was the last thing you needed right now! you blinked back your tears, whining and sniffling quietly as you scooted closer to tooru. him being so gentle with you as he held you definitely wasn't helping your regressing mind, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. he was just so comforting.

"have you eaten today?" he questions, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead. a playful sigh leaves him as you slowly shake your head no. "alright, that's okay. you're not in trouble. you hungry?" he gets a nod in response. words must be hard for you right now.

"how about i make you a snack and i'll help you with this later?" tooru hummed, voice soft as he continued to run his fingers through your hair. you hesitated for a moment, before nodding your head. if he was suggesting it, surely a break would do you some good. your tooru always knew what was best for you.

he reaches over you to carefully save your tabs and work, before closing your computer. you point wordlessly towards the charger and he nods, seemingly understanding you as he plugs in the device before placing a few more kisses on your face.

"why don't you go get some toys and i'll get started on your snack?" he smiles wide, playfully rubbing his nose against yours as you giggle. "my sweet baby. so cute! i could just eat you up." tooru tickles at your sides as you squirm to get away from him, continuous giggles leaving you as he let's you scoot away.

once the two of you had returned to the living room after eating, you spread out your toys in front of the two of you, playing for as long as you'd like.

nagito who's "normal" when it comes to everyone else, but when it comes to you he's a total perv..

he steals your underwear and takes them back to his dorm, stashing them away for.. later use. he takes any piece of your clothing that he can get his hands on, anything that remotely smells like you. and once you start to notice your decline in clothing, he's quick to offer his own as a substitute until you can find yours! he would be so ashamed if you ever caught him, but he would beg for your forgiveness and swear that he would never do it again. maybe, if he was lucky (which he usually is), you would even like it! in his sick fantasies, you even enjoy his disgusting actions. in his head, he can't help but think about you allowing him into your cottage, maybe even willingly giving him some of your things!! maybe.. maybe you would even let him touch you? he would take anything that would so graciously give him. even if it meant you allowing him to hump your shoe, he would take the opportunity with great pleasure! nagito would do anything to please you, after all. so if you gained amusement out of watching him humiliate himself, he would do it without a second thought. <3