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There’s nothing I love more than a deranged Nagito fic

ESPECIALLY if the Mc is deranged as well I love this so much

Like she just like me frfr, this man can mess up my sanity any day

⌜ropes, komaeda nagito⌟ waking up with a blindfold on and rope around your limbs there's not much choice ships ⎯⎯ komaeda nagito x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ yandere, unhealthy dynamics, bondage, masturbation, blindfolds, dubious consent

The bindings around your wrists did nothing to deter your protesting pulls against them. The rope burned your skin, raw to the touch and leaving tingles through your arms down to your core. Despite your opened eyes there was nothing before you. A black abyss created by the material around your eyes.

Where were you? The comfortable mattress beneath your back was familiar, you could feel the bundled pile of your comforter at the end, and a delicious smelling pillow laid under your head. Bed. You were in your bed.

You turned your head to where the window is, but no light protruded through the blindfold. Your nose ruffled on the pillow, you inhaled the scent as you tugged in the rope once more. The smell… it was familiar but it was not yours. It smelt salty with fresh pine. Almost like that of an earthy cologne.

Faint grunts left you as you pulled further on the rope, your legs flailing at the edge of the mattress in your frustration. Nothing. The knots were far too tight. Who did it? You had been sure you’d locked your door the previous night.

But, clearly, you were wrong. Your ears prickled at the soft moan around you. It wasn’t completely close by, certainly not near your bed, but the noise had come from your cabin. You lifted your head and attempted to sit up, though the far looser restrains on your feet made it difficult. It left you half up in the air with a surely confused and scared expression.

You dug your nails into your palm as you grit your teeth. The rope seemed to be connected; you pushed your left arm forward to test the theory, only for the right to be pulled back. Was it around your bed frame? You never focused on its design, the island had too many other factors to admire, but you could recall the two edge posts.

Which only made you sigh. Those posts just had to be connected to the top of the bed, where the curtains were. You wouldn’t be able to lift the rope from it.

Another moan, only it was a bit louder. You heard rustling as the next noise grew muffled. Someone was definitely there. Watching you. What were they waiting for? Did they enjoy watching their prey struggle? At least your death would be somewhat unique…

You titled your face down to your shoulder, the same cologne smell was around the material of your clothing. Your mind ticked, was it your clothes? The last you can recall you were in shorts and a bra, not the overly large top you could feel bunched at your waist. You pushed your thighs together to feel for more material, but your crotch was entirely bare.

Did the sick pervert change you? Was that why they were moaning?

Your name. You heard it though it was barely whispered through the air. A whimper followed the call and you angrily tugged on the restraints keeping you tied to your bed. More rustling occurred, and the slightly wet noise startled you in your place. “Who the fuck are you?”

There was no answer, you weren’t expecting one to occur anyways. Instead, the person simply moaned again, but made no attempt at keeping it silent. Deep and throaty. That was the only way to describe it. The raw noise had sweat build on your neck as you attempted to look around the room to stare the stranger down through your blindfold.

Sloppy noises echoed in your silence. If you had been able to see, you were sure that the person in your cabin was touching themself. Despicable. Their moans grew louder as the movements sounded as through they matched the rhythm. Fast. Desperate. You continued to struggle on your bed to try and break free: hopefully the rope was breaking as it rubbed against the frame.

You had to get free. It was one thing to die when you had been warned of it weeks beforehand — but you would rather not get someone to orgasm over it. You could hear them get more excited the more you struggled, your name followed with giggles and whimpers only made your skin tingle.

The smell of cologne was so familiar. You knew you had smelt it before. Just as you had heard the voice before. You kicked against the comforter and rubbed your thighs together — Nagito had always caused your self respect to disappear.

His attention had always made your heart flip. Even as his eyes danced with madness and he chuckled over planning his own death: you always fell victim to the song he would sing. Your morals had always been strong, steadfast, but just the idea of Nagito enjoying something you would soon follow.

If it was Nagito watching you now, if he was the one who tied you to your bed and was touching himself to your attempts at escape… you were already feeling the temptation lick at your skin. Did he like seeing you like this? You attempted to adjust yourself so that your legs pointed toward where he would be, spreading them so he would be able to see your bare cunt.

He wouldn’t kill you. He never intended to kill anyone! Nagito was more a danger to himself and everyone’s sanity. You knew that yours had fallen victim long ago. “Did you put me in your shirt?” He was a tall man, one who wore clothing that was about ten sizes too large, and he had once joked that you would be able to fit into his hoodie. Your eyes rolled back at the idea of his shirt on your skin, how your body would drown in the material.

You leaned your head back onto the pillow and arched your back — it must mean that it was his pillow that you laid on. Does that mean he knew where yours went? It had gone missing during dinner. Did he steal it? You whimpered softly into the room, your eyes rolling back, did he touch himself with it?

Did Nagito ride the pillow while imaging it was you? You hoped so. His moans had stopped but you could hear the slow movements of his hand. Had you surprised him? Was he proud? You dangled your fingers around the rope on your wrists, pulling it as you rubbed your thighs together.

You needed friction. Wet slick stuck to your inner thighs as your mind lost itself in the fantasies. You could hear footsteps on the canon floor, each step light despite the purpose they held. Was he leaving? You didn’t care if Nagito had you tied up, but you couldn’t have him leaving you! Your lips wobbled, but the fear disappeared as the blindfold was pulled from your face.

It took a moment to adjust to the soft lighting around you. Candles. Lots of candles all lit around your room as the night sky glowed through your window. The curtains on the canopy were tied back, you could briefly see the petals of roses along the floor.

But, most importantly of all, you saw Nagito. His eyes were just as dizzy as they always were, but he had them wide as he stared down at you. His lips were pursed, did he want to kiss you? Could he? You needed to feel the touch of him against you. His overly large hoodie slipped from his shoulders and you whimpered at the defined collarbone it showed.

He wasn’t wearing anything else. You stole a glance at the shirt you wore, the same one he had been wearing just earlier that night. Your hips rolled into the air as you moaned for him, wrists pulling on the rope. “Beautiful,” he finally spoke and you felt as though you had began glowing under his praise.

A bony finger slid down your cheek and you leaned into the touch with soft eyes. It was all him. Everything you needed in life was him. You felt his erection in your thigh as he leaned over you, warm precum pooling down your skin. Was it salty? You needed to taste.

“Nagito,” you whispered it to him without breaking eye contact. He seemed surprised at first, before the handsome smile you adored blessed his sunken face. His long hair seemed more wild than earlier, you went to play with it only for the rope to pull your hands back down, “need you.”

Was he happy you weren’t upset? Please say he was. You needed him to be proud of you. His fingers danced to your lips and you sucked without a moments notice. Salty goodness bloomed on your tongue and you happily moaned around his fingers.

“The trust you have in someone as worthless as me,” he laughed to himself with that wicked grin you adored. How could it scare people? The passion behind it had always seduced you more than anything else, “I do not deserve to touch someone so beautiful.”

You pushed your chest up to him as his other hand cupped your cunt. Already, you made a squelch just from the soft tap. “Yours,” you mumbled it around his fingers but Nagito understood you regardless, you knew it as his eyes softened. The rope burn around your wrists was nothing but sweet pain you craved more of.

It would make the perfect reminder of your first night with the man you worshiped.

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man i just

I don't know. The comic possessed me halfway through and just started writing itself and I got really invested also this took 2 hours

Transcript under keep reading

"Somewhere nearby..." (panel 3)

Sans: wonder how Nagito-kun's fairing?

Cecil (off screen): Well, Listeners!

Cecil (on screen): It seems we have murdered Komaeda Nagito, from hit game Danganronpa 2 and anime, Danganronpa 3

Cecil (he is gone again): A shame, really. I wonder what he was distracted by. A memorial service will be performed at a later time. We here at Night Vale's radio station are sorry for your loss.

(an arrow is pointing to Reigen. It is labelled Reigen)

Cecil (here again): Holy shit! Sans Undertale! Carlos, are you hearing this? THE Sans Undertale!

Sans: heh. yup. Nice to meet you.

-next page-

Sans: hey, uh, what's up with that body?

Cecil: Oh yeah! I murdered Komaeda Nagito. Though, it's strange. He seemed distracted by something.

Sans: yea. we were getting married today.

Cecil: Ohhh.... shit. Oh! I know how to fix this!

Sans: what?

SUNDAY.

Cecil: We are gathered here today to celebrate in holy matrimony, and mourn the departure of, Sans Undertale and Nagito Komaeda.

-next page-

Cecil: They were together through sickness and in health. Through good times... And the bad.

(Nagito: omg sans,,)

Cecil: Now may the ghosts, that have been allowed acknowledgement by the council, please... *sniff* Please kiss.

(an arrow points to two wisps with the caption "them")

Cecil: And now, for the weather.

-next page-

(Hit song, "Fingers in his Ass" starts playing. The signature line is written out)

Cecil: The song was in the wills of the departed. Both of them.

Cecil: ...

Cecil: Well. To all Listeners, a good night.

(Under the comic the line: "What the fuck did I just create?" is written)