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Obsessed Nagito is my favorite version of Nagito

obsessive dom nagito and obsessive afab reader smut?

just 2 mutually obsessive people that let their hormones get the best of them? bonus points if the sex is slightly rougher than normal

ミ☆ Here you go! Just two terrible people people awful and horny skdjgksjgdsg

Contains: AFAB Reader, no-pronouns used, Explicit Sexual Content, Obsessive Behavior, slight yandere elements (very mild)

Word Count: 2010

You’re soaking wet. Again. The thin lace panties that you are wearing under your dress are going to need an intense washing after tonight, but you can’t help drenching them over and over. Not when he looks like that.

His white hair pulled back into a ponytail, exploding the full length of his pale neck, smooth and elegant, begging for your teeth. You want him. You need him. You feel the wetness in your panties growing even worse, the tantalising triangle of flesh revealed by his undone top buttons, the sharp cut of his collarbones, the hollow of his throat.

Komaeda smiles softly in your direction before turning and walking down the hall, giving you a perfect view of how well those pants cling to his ass. You manage to hold back a moan as you dash to the bathroom for the third time this evening, biting down hard on your lower lip, itching to cum again just from the thought of him.

It’s never been this bad before. You averaged three times on a very bad day, but usually only one. Three times an EVENING it something else entirely, but you CRAVE him, you NEED him, you would do literally anything for him if he asked.

It’s an obsession, and addiction. One you just can’t kick. The pile of stolen articles of clothing in your room is testimony to that. You keep saying you’ll stop, that this time is the last one, but you CAN'T. He is EVERYTHING.

Your legs wobble as you round the corner, ready to hide in the bathroom as you finger yourself to another orgasm.

***

Komaeda bites his lip as he turns from you. Walking calm and collected to the bathroom, even though every bone in his pathetic body is telling him to break into a run. He is hard for the third time tonight. Unable to resist staring at you in that cursed dress, the way it hugs you, the way it dips down low on your chest, revealing more of your skin than he has any right to see. He can’t help imagining those perfect breasts splattered with his pathetic seed, choking on a moan at the thought.

His obsession with you is despicable. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to have a pathetic weasel like him lusting over them. His filthy hands shouldn’t be touching your things, but he just takes and takes and takes. At first it was one pair of panties, and then two, then four. He couldn’t stop, he wanted all of you, he needed all of you.

His cock is aching in his pants as he breaks into a jog, desperate to fuck his hand in the bathroom for the third time that-

You round the corner just as he grabs the handle on the bathroom door. Your eyes meet. He can feel himself throbbing in his pants, reeling from his own pathetic display, of all people to see him like this, why did it have to be you?

It only gets worse when he looks closer at you, at your flushed red cheeks, the way your chest heaves with your heavy breath, a few strands of hair free of your updo. God...your dress clings to you in ways that should be criminal, the tulle catching the light and almost shimmering. All Komaeda can think about is climbing up under the fabric and nuzzling between your legs, licking and sucking, bringing you to the very best orgasm that someone as worthless as he can manage.

He cringes, feeling his cock twitch hard in his pants. He’s let his thoughts get away from him again, but he just can't help it with you.

“You uh…you’re…” you manage, gesturing in the direction of his pants.

You’ve noticed his erection, he manages an awkward smile, “ah, yes. I’m sorry that you are forced to see me like this, please excuse me I was just about to-“

“I’ll do it.”

His cock jumps, “ah...what?”

“You’re going to jerk off in the bathroom, aren't you?” your heels click when you take a step closer to him, “Let me help.”

The way you say that, the breathlessness in your voice, the way your eyes are dilated, and now that he is looking for it, he can see you rubbing your thighs together under your dress, he almost moans aloud, “wait…were you…also-“

“Yes…” you breathe, eyes trailing down to where his pants cling unfairly tight to his narrow hips.

It feels like your cunt is on fire. Your insides are throbbing and twisting, burning with want for him. The way his perfect cock is straining against his dress pants should be illegal, your tongue draws slowly across your lower lip as you imagine the taste of him.

When you trail your eyes back up his body to meet his eyes, your heart beats a rapid tattoo in your chest. The look on his face is stunned, but more than that, he looks hungry.

There is a beat, the two of you just stare at each other, slowly untangling the truth right before your eyes. The obsession is mutual.

A growl breaks free of Komaeda’s throat and he loses himself. He takes two steps forward and shoves you up against the wall, hiking your dress up to your waist and grinding the length of his throbbing cock against the soaking crotch of your panties, “for—forgive me, I just…I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

You howl at the feeling of him finally pressed against you, fingernails digging hard into his shoulder blades, even through his jacket and shirt he can still feel the sting. One of your legs comes up to wrap around his hips and he bites down hard on the side of your throat. It’s animalistic, nothing but teeth and nails and desperation. Komaeda shoves a hand down your dress, roughly fondling one of your tits, breaking into a broken laugh when he realises you're not wearing a bra.

“So...soft…” He pants into the side of your throat, sucking so hard that it is bound to bruise, “I want to ruin you. Would you let me? Would you let a pathetic worm like me do that? Would you?” Komaeda grinds hard into your clit and you yelp, “Please say yes...please want me...please.”

You dig your fingers hard into his pretty hair, tugging hard to force him to look at you, “I want you...god i want you so bad...i can’t...hng-” you lick all the way up from his exposed collarbone to his chin, moaning at the taste of his perfect flesh on your tongue, “-i can't resist you…”

Komaeda chokes, grinding his cock against you again, and fuck...he looks pretty all flushed like that.

“You want...me?” his voice is hushed, but his fingers dig hard into your left tit, komaeda is naught but contradictions, “my filth? My pathetic hands? My worthless cock?”

You groan, hands jumping out to undo his belt, shaky and desperate, “all of it. I want...I need all of it. Please, please, please!”

He breaks into a laugh, cold fingers meeting the skin hidden below your dress and shoving your panties down, you wriggle around a little and they drop to the floor. Komaeda drops to the floor right after, his bony fingers wrapping around your hips and pushing you harder up against the wall before burying his face between your thighs. There is no moment of deliberation, his tongue is hot and desperate against your cunt immediately, his fingernails digging into your skin, and your hips grinding into his face.

Your dress falls over him, obscuring all but his legs from view, and your head lolls backward in ecstasy when he wraps his perfect lips around your clit and sucks. Alternating between quick licks and languid circles with his tongue. His mouth is hot and wet, you can feel the vibrations of him moaning hard into your cunt as he devours you like a man starved, his fingers are digging hard into the flesh of your hips, so hard that it feels like he is trying to claw you open. You love it.

“Fu--fuck me…” you manage to breathe through your gasps and moans, knees buckling and hips quivering, “Komaeda, please.”

His mouth slows against you, his raggard breath warm against your wet sex. When he stands again, his mouth glistens with your wetness, lips curled in a smile that is almost predatory, eyes wide and desperate, darting around like he can't decide which part of you to focus on. His talented tongue licks across his lips and a shudder runs through him at the residual taste of you.

Komaeda is a lot taller than you, caging you in on all sides when he takes a deep breath and plants his hands on the wall behind you, “you want to be mine?” he whispers darkly, eyes swimming with something sinister, “you...aha...you understand that you won't be able to take this back, don't you? I will have…” he moans a little, shaking as he looms over you, “I will have tainted you...forever…”

You gently reach your hand into the front of his undone pants. Gasping as the way his eyes roll back in his head. His cock is warm and hard in your hand, precum sticky under your palm when you stroke him, “Komaeda…” you whisper, standing up on your toes to suck on his earlobe, “make me yours.”

He shivers, shaky hands pushing your dress back up and surprising you with how tight his grip is on your waist. Komaeda gives off the air of nervousness, but his hands grab you like someone with endless confidence, one hand digging tight into your flesh, while his other takes his cock in his hand and presses it to your entrance. A laugh bubbles up out of him as he drags himself up and down your sopping cunt, “mine.” he chokes out, and pushes himself inside.

Your leg automatically comes up to hook around his hips, head falling back against the wall, utterly breathless at the feeling of him inside of you. At the feeling of Komaeda inside of you, like you have always dreamed of, like you closed your eyes and furiously masterbated to the thought of every night. One of his large hands slips down under your knee, holding your leg up higher as he leans forward and buries his face in your shoulder. You can feel his hot breath against your neck, and then you can feel his teeth.

“F--Fuck…” you whimper, burying your hands into his hair and tugging hard. He is fucking into you furiously, the sound of your skin slapping together echos off down the empty hallway and it sounds evangelical. Perfect, “I’m...close…”

Komaeda huffs against your throat, growling when you pull tightly on his hair, “me too.” he smashes his lips to yours, tongue swirling and tangling with yours without any sense of rhythm, “can i...inside…? Please…”

“Yes” you plead, “God yes, cum inside me, please please please”

He hikes your leg up higher, biting down hard on your throat and pounding into you with reckless abandon, abusing the most sensitive spots inside of you, making your insides tighten and warm before your finally topple into a powerful orgasm, choking on a moan as your walls clench hard around him. Komaeda near sobs at the feeling of you cumming, thrusting hard only a few more times before emptying himself deep inside of you.

You can feel his breath shudder through his chest, and his tongue slowly lathe across the newest bite mark in an attempt to soothe the sting. Your heart is still racing when he pulls himself out from you, letting loose an upset whine at the loss. You like how he felt inside. You want him back as soon as you can have him again.

“Komaeda?” You ask, brushing your hands through his hair

He hums sleepily.

“Do you want to come home with me tonight?”

He laughs, “More than anything.”

Cunning Nagito is best Nagito in my opinion. I don’t mind him being whiny but I prefer him to be devious like this

₊˚ᜊ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ᜊ˚₊ Devil’s Playmate ✦.˚ ; • . ★⋆’. °࿐࿔

✧Rating: Smut (exhibitionism + tons of dirty talk + face sitting + Fem/Afab!Reader)

✧Characters: Nagito

✧Word Count: 4.3k

✧Summary: It all starts with you accepting an innocent cup of hibiscus tea from your lovely but troublesome servant Nagito, the same kind of tea you’re given every morning. As you continue about your day with him at your side, you begin to feel a bit off. This weird feeling has driven itself under the expanse of your delicate skin, leaving it heated and flustered. But a lady like you had no time to entertain silly urges like lust. Little did you know the faithful servant you always keep by your side is growing more and more concerned for you. Don’t be surprised if he decides to take matters into his own hands to relieve that desire burning oh so painfully between your thighs. As you fall into his carefully laid out trap, you realize just who’s the servant after all.

It all began on a quite unremarkable morning. You rest comfortably upon your plush velvet armchair while reading a book dressed in a faded red cover. You flip through a few of the aged manila pages before snapping the book shut, unamused at the little waiting game you’ve been forced to participate in.

“He’s late,” you remark out loud.

It was ten minutes past the eleventh hour, and he was yet to arrive with your cup of hibiscus tea, with exactly two cubes of sugar. He’s always been quite punctual. “How strange,” You make a note to speak with him about this sudden shift in behavior the moment you next see him. And as if on cue, a very hurried flurry of fuzzy white hair hurls its way into your parlor, gasping heavily.

“My mistress, my deepest apologies for my tardiness-“

“Speaking before being spoken to? Who might be because you’re clearly not my precious lapdog,” you inspect your groomed nails and flick your wrist, as if flinging a dagger right next to his head to put him in his place. He shivers at the silent threat and gets onto his knees.

“I suppose I’ve had worse servants,” she sighs and gently picks up the tempered glass teacup he set down on your side table, “But you still have quite a bit to learn.”

He offers a short nod and keeps his head low. Maybe he’s finally got his head in straight.

“Now speak, explain your attendance,” you motion for him to sit up. He does so and smiles gently at you, as if pleased just to be spoken to.

“A million apologies would not be enough to make up for my lateness, my mistress, I know. I am more than ashamed of myself. The reasoning is I unfortunately misplaced one of the key ingredients for your morning tea and spent a good deal of time retracing my steps,” he recounts.

You spare him a curt glance as you take the first sip of your tea. The flavor is just as fragrant and rich as ever with a tinge of something sweet. Did he add something to your tea without consulting you first?

“And what might this ever so important secret ingredient be?” You raise a curious eyebrow, making him sweat nervously.

“T-there’s no need to worry; it was just a mere drop of honey, my mistress. I noticed your slight distaste for the new blend of tea I’ve been brewing for you so I decided to add some sweetest. The only problem was after unpacking the new bottles yesterday, I happened to misplace them. How unfortunate…” he sighed in regret.

“I think I understand now. I’ll let it slide this time but remember to be more punctual,” you add as you continue helping yourself to your tea and your book. You would have resorted to a harsher punishment if he was anyone else but you understand these little slip ups are all caused by his curse of a luck cycle. No use punishing something out of his control. You wave him off with your foot, too consumed in your own affairs. After kneeling one more time, gently grasping your clothed foot to kiss the top, he rises and exits the room. A small amused grin is hidden behind the crimson cover of your book.

Once your morning tea has run dry, it’s time for the next objective in your long schedule: A brisk walk through the gardens to inspect the landscaper’s work, followed closely by an important meeting with an esteemed author looking to sell their rare collection of discontinued books. Then the annual check in with the servants of the house to make sure everything is in order. After that is a well deserved ride around town on horseback. Lastly, to finish off your day you have a few letters to pen before dusk. Quite a busy day you have ahead of you, but you won’t be doing this alone. As you depart your study, Nagito, your servant from before, appears at your side.

“How are you feeling after your tea break, my mistress?” He inquired with a gentle smile.

“Delightful, as usual,” you nod, not sparing him a glance.

“That’s wonderful to hear, my lady. If there’s anything you’d like to ask of me, please, I’m yours to command,” he urges.

“Nothing I can think of. Won’t you join me on my daily walk out in the gardens?” You offer.

His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “O-Of course, I’d be honored! How lucky am I… to go from a tardy mess to a- oh, forgive my mindless rambles, my mistress,” he chuckles apologetically and shuts his mouth tight. You two make your way out the back of the mansion and enter the lush gardens. Workers can be seen throughout the sprawling green fields preening the hedges, watering flowers, and plucking weeds. Truly a sight behind. You reside yourself strolling through the winding paths of ivy and petals, each one more radiant than the last. As your fingertips trace over the delicate buds, you feel a subtle heat spanning over your cheeks. The sensation is strange but not enough to raise any concern.

“My lady, you’re looking a bit red. May I offer this parasol as shade?” Nagito opens the parasol and holds it above your head, blocking you from the harsh rays of the sun.

“Thank you kindly,” you softly smile at him before continuing your walk. As you examine the flora, the heat of before persists. It starts to make you feel slightly dizzy, but a lady must continue her task no matter the circumstance. Your wandering eyes lock onto your servant. He’s dressed in a loose fitting, rufflely white shirt with tight black slacks, a few silver rings adorn his fingers. They are actually his prized possessions he was gifted by you on his birthday, resulting in a hurricane of thank you’s and tears. He looked rather dashing, even if the outfit was rather simple. D-did you just…? You purse your lips and snap your attention away and back to the matter at hand. A lady of your high class shouldn’t be checking out her servant in such a unbefitting way. What has gotten into you?

“My lady, are you alright? You look a touch bothered by something. Can I be of assistance?” Nagito asks compassionately with an innocent tone.

“It’s nothing, I just feel a bit off today,” you brush off the question and make your way inside with your servant following closely behind.

“A bit off? Could you elaborate a little more, my lady?” He pushes, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner. Your dart around the hallway, noticing a few maids dusting the tables and fixing the curtains. A more secluded space would be best.

As if reading your thought process word for word, he carefully leads you to one of the spare rooms reserved for guests. You gasp as he hooks a finger under your chin to examine your rosy cheeks, the proximity making this unknown heat under your skin flare up.

“Oh my… my lady, you don’t seem well. Did you have a fever? But you haven't shown any other symptoms… oh, I’ve got it! It’s most likely a sunburn from over exposure to the sun? Forgive me for not fetching a parasol sooner, my mistress. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you by alleviating any ailments you might be having. Please, rest on the bed while I gather some medicine for you, my mistress,” he bows before making a quick exit. You humor him by taking a seat at the edge of the neatly tucked bed. The gall he has to give you orders… As you wait patiently for his return, the heat from before spreads under your skin, focusing its assault on the plush region between your thighs. In no way is this some silly sunburn; It felt as though your lower area had been ignited with the fires of lust by Eros himself. Whoever was playing this cruel joke on you clearly doesn’t know who they're messing with.

“I’ve returned, my mistress! I’m sorry to make you wait for so long, I have bad news. The author is already here waiting for you in the meeting room on floor three,” he races to your side and returns to his knees as an apology. How greatly unfortunate… Maybe your servant’s poor luck was contagious.

“Fine then. Let us go; we can’t leave him waiting,” you rise swiftly to your feet and make your way to the stairs. No matter how badly her body craves attention, a true lady must always put aside her own needs to attend to her duties.

“M-my lady, you don’t look well, maybe we should-“ he tries to reach for your hand only for it to be swatted away.

“Someone clearly has problems holding their tongue. Maybe I should rip it out so it won’t give you any problems speaking out of turn again. Would you like that?” You warn with a scathing glower.

“N-no, my lady! I would like to keep my tongue i-if that’s an option,” he chuckles nervously, shuffling behind you.

“Then know your place,” you brush him off and enter the room in front of you where the author is waiting patiently. You take a seat in front of him and cross your legs and Nagito kneels down next to you by your feet. As you and the author are discussing the book series you plan on buying from them, your legs shift around uncomfortably from the aching feeling under your dress. You notice his eyes peeking down at your shifting legs every so often before immediately glancing to the floor. He was always so very caring but now was really not the time for his inappropriate stares. Even the slightest attention to your lower area made the process of hiding it more difficult than it needed to be. When the author turned around to unpack the books in his briefcase, your servant placed a gentle hand on your thigh, looking up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes like he’s pleading for something. If it’s what you think it to be he’d be in for a thorough punishment later.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, mistress…” he whispered to you, his hand stroking down the thigh. You flicked away his wandering hand and focused back on the array of books strewn out on the table. You picked up the first book of the series and began flipping through it. The text was neatly printed, its pages pearly white and free of aging. It was in excellent condition, considering it’s a much older series. As you neared the middle, a strange tickling sensation kept up your thigh from under your fluffy dress. You bite your lip and ignore it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone you’re trying to make a deal with.

“I think I know what’s wrong, my lady… your body is all wound up….” His airy voice drifts out from under the tablecloth, “Don’t worry… a good servant always attends to the needs of his lady~”

Just as you’re about to yank him out from under the table, his delicate fingertips trace the area next to your lacy panties.

“Uh… if everything is alright, miss? You look a bit bewildered,” the author asks.

You clear your throat, “Forgive my rudeness, but there’s an important matter I must attend to this very second. It won’t take long, please wait for my return,” you give a short curtsy to the author and step away from the table, yanking your naughty servant out from under the table and pulling him roughly out of the room. You can only imagine the horror on that poor author's face. After a speedy jaunt to your bedroom, she pushes him onto the bed and curses his name.

“The damned whore, how dare you try something like that not only in front of such a famous author but also without permission. I should have you exiled from the mansion, if not the whole nation for that! What do you have to say for yourself?” You snarl, towering over him with a violent aura.

“My lady, please forgive my inappropriate actions, all I wish to do is to serve you,” he soothes, laying on his back and pulling you closer to him by the hips, “try as you might to hide your needs but you should know you can’t keep a secret from me~”

You try to step back from his menacing words, “what do you mean by that?”

“Would you please allow me the privilege to show you?~” he coos to you after pulling you back and onto his thighs. You groan as your clothes sex accidentally swipes over his sturdy thigh, covering your embarrassed blush with the back of your hand.

“Oh? My lady, if you’re trying to seem like you’re an abstaining, pure soul, forgive me for this, but you’re not doing that great of a job,” he smirks up at you. This devil of a man under you is clearly getting a rise from tempting your body's cravings.

“I told you, it’s nothing, now release me so I can go back t-hnngg~” an uncontrollable moan escapes your lips as he drags your hips up his body, grinding your sex over his stomach and up to his chest. The relief of touch on the throbbing location felt like pure bliss but you knew he was just messing with you. You wouldn’t dare give him the honor of another pleasured groan so you force yourself to look away.

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t have any urges a servant like me could take care of? Not a single ache, bruise, or itch?~ If I’m allowed to gloat just a bit, I’m veerryy good at relieving urges~” He purred softly, pressing your plush thighs against either side of his head, your twitching sex hovering over his panting mouth. His eyes were glazed over with desire like he’s in a trance, his mouth streaming with drool, face covered in a deep blush. He looked like even more of a mess than you did.

“N-no, not in the slightest,” you stammer out.

“Are you sure?~ well, then… I don’t think you’d mind if I… just give this spot down here a check, just in case~” he bites his lip as he pulls your panties to the side, strings of drooling desire clinging to the thin fabric. He audibly moans at the sight, licking his lips.

“Oh my…. My mistress, it seems like I’ve found the source of the problem… your poor sex is crying out for some attention. Did something happen to make you so unbelievably turned on? Does it hurt… my lady?~” he murmurs to you, tracing a finger over your swollen bud. Even though the touch was faint and barely there, it still had your cunt clenching around nothing, an unsightly and almost inhuman amount of slick pooling onto his chin.

“Y-you… if my mind wasn’t so… cloudy, I’d knock some sense into you. B… but… yes, I guess… it does hurt a bit,” you hesitatingly admit, being met with a delighted moan.

“Just as I thought. There’s no need to fret, my mistress. Your servant is here to make all your problems go away…~ All this pussy needs is some good service and you’ll feel better in no time,” he chuckles with a friendly smile, a pure contrast to the sinful looks he was giving your cunt only a few seconds ago.

“You dare speak in such a vulgar way to me?!” You snarl down at him.

“Come on… I know your womanhood is craving something…” he teases, swiping his index finger along your labia.

“M-my ‘womanhood’ has no such cravings. Seize this nonsense of I-I’ll.. ah…” you let out another groan as he rubs over your puckering entrance. You honestly didn’t know if you wanted to yank him by the hair so smash his lewd mouth against your pussy or fling him straight into the dungeon and leave his incubus nature to rot there alone.

“Oh but mistress, you can deny it all you want, but your body only speaks the truth. I can tell how badly it wants my fingers stretching it out… or better yet, why not just let it sit right here on my face. You don’t even have to worry if I can breathe or not~ I won’t complain,” he grins and inches your body closer. It’s taking all your strength to hold your body up and away from the temptation nudged right between your trembling thighs.

“Just a little bit further~ the longer you try to hold yourself back, the longer you’ll be leaving the author waiting. You wouldn’t want him to come looking for you just to see you riding your poor servant's mouth like some sort of prostitute~” he teases, stroking your inner thighs some more. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Against every thought in your mind, you lower yourself fully onto his awaiting tongue.

“Tha-Ahh!~ that’s it~ there you go, mistress~ now just use my mouth in any way you want. Use me as the slutty toy I am, my horny mistress~” his voice cracks from the pure levels of pleasure racing through his body right now, digging his nails into your thighs as your body slowly begins to rock against his mouth. And damn, was he good with his mouth. You’ve never felt anything quite as pleasurable as the feeling of his tongue lapping up the slick pouring from your entrance, teasing the rim before shoving its length inside. His nose perfectly rubs against your sensitive clit, making your whole entire body shake. Your back aches as a needy moan rips from your throat, humping against his tongue like this is your first time experiencing real pleasure. You felt like nothing more than a common whore dressed in the diamonds and gowns of a privileged lady. Nagito had that effect on you.

“Why… aghhh.. how… Hahh Ahh… how am I… this turned on?” You stammer out between broken moans and grunts.

“Just a little trick I have up my sleeve~ or… more like it your tea~ heheh, but there’s need to dwell on it, just focus on using me for your pleasure~ The true role… of a servant~” he babbles to himself as the tip of his tongue nudges your g spot.

A loud moan erupts from your throat, “Hahh- Aghh!! Oh.. oh my… d.. damn you…”

“Oh?~ did my dirty touch hit a sensitive spot? What would happen if I did it again, I wonder?” He smirks up at you before thrusting his wet muscle against the sponges spot inside your walls that had you grasping his hair for dear life.

“Agh… you… damned mutt…” You continue linking together a string of curses and degrading words as you feel a worrisome sensation straining against your cunt. The more his tongue pounds into your sex, the stronger this sensation gets.

“Come on, mistress… just a little bit longer… the release you’ve been longing for for so long is almost ready to burst~” he giggles in delightful anticipation.

“I hate you so much…” she groans, knowing this whole entire problem is definitely his doing. The servant before you, the one slurping up your pussy like it’s his last fucking meal, has always such a tease. Images of all the explicit situations he’s gotten you into before flood your mind as you prepare for your final release. You hated how he tempts you into such lustful acts with knowing damn well his lower position of power in regards to you but every time he found his way in between your legs, it always made you remember the kind of servant he is. He’s not a butler, secretary, assistant, or any only formal word in the book. He was a toy, your toy to use for your pleasure, as he calls it. But it always feels like it’s the other way around. As his hot tongue fucks in and out of your tight pussy, you both can tell how close to the edge you are.

“Please my mistress, please grace my tongue with the delicious taste of your cum~” he begs in garbled words, babbling nonsense like he’s lost his mind; like he’s high off the taste of your sweet nectar.

“Aghhhh.. Hahhh.. ha- ah! O-okay… fine. But just… j-just one. Only once, got it?” You shoot him a glare.

“Yes my lady, only one~ only one, that’s all~ hehe… hahah… ahhahaaa~” his sinister cackles leave you questioning if he really means it. The quivering on your pussy gets stronger and stronger as it threatens to release sprays of steamy cum into the needy expanse of his mouth. His eyes roll back into a beautiful sight of depravity as your cum spills onto his mouth, painting his lips, nose, and entire face in a layer of thick liquid. The sight is downright appalling, enough to make anyone grimace.

You quickly recover from the euphoric blast of an orgasm he just gave you and tries to lift off his tongue, “I think I've had enough of thi- huh?”

Nagito’s face, more specifically his eyes, swirl like two dark pools of inescapable lust, dragging you in. He forces your body firmly on his tongue and continues to eat you out, “My apologies, but I think I’ve missed a spot… just one more orgasm should clear it right up~”

“Oh no, don’t you even thi- Aghh, t-think about it, you better stop or… or… nghhh hah~” your voice trembles with rage as you try to pry your shaking body off his slutty mouth.

“Please my mistress, just one more~ I can’t be a good servant unless I thoroughly relieve every desire your body clings onto. This won’t take long, I promise~” the mischievous expression on his face clearly states otherwise but the dreadfully good drag of his tongue along your cunt, giving your clit a couple playful sucks as if you're throwing any other needs out the window. The only thoughts you’re thinking right now is riding his face until he eventually lets you go.

“There you go… just like that~ use me… use me for your pleasure~ that's all I want, all I could ever want. I exist only to bring you a countless amount of orgasms~ my only use is being your sex toy~ so please, use me however you see fit! Just as long as you keep smothering me with that beautiful, beautiful pussy~” he coos almost like he’s talking to your sex itself. His tongue leaves you lost in the sea of desire, making you feel so good you wouldn’t be surprised if every servant in the mansion could hear your cries of bliss.

“What a naughty mistress… I bet everyone can hear you, clear as day. You like that though, don’t you? I think you do… you like the idea of the people who wait on your every need hearing you cry out another servant’s name… the prim and proper lady they serve turned into a whore all because of my pathetic excuse of a tongue. Maybe… maybe they’re getting horny… you like that thought?” His words and pure filth but you just can’t stop letting them consume you.

“Uhuh.. yes… oh… ohhh god yess~” you tilt her head back and release a moan.

“You like the thought of all your servants unable to control themselves while listening to you moan above me? I wonder what they could be doing… maybe they’re all touching themselves… they know they shouldn’t but they just can’t help it. They're just too horny to control themselves~ Just like you, mistress,” he snickers devilishly. All this arousal, all this teasing was really starting to get to you. Drool and tears made your makeup melt off your face, staining your angelic satin dress. If you weren’t so fucked out you’d totally punish him for a lifetime for everything he’s done: Dirtying your dress, interrupting your meeting with an important person, touching you multiple times without permission, disobeying commands… but you won’t again think of his tongue. His skilled, hot tongue rubbing against every spot in your pussy that had you on the verge of cumming was practically your weakness. He knew this fact all too well.

“Does my mistress have a secret kinky side?~ Could you be just as sinful as me?~ then come on, my lady… let us be consumed in desires together… don’t stop cumming till I suffocate against your pussy… and even then, just keep using my body. Aghh yess… to be used by you… it’s my only desire… I’ll please you… I’ll please you for days if you’d like… so please…. Give me an order~ P-please, oh please my mistress, order me!~” he cries out in desperation, his hips jumping in the air for any slight bit of friction his tight slacks can’t offer him.

“An order… I… aghhh… I order you t-to keep going… and don’t stop t-till… you fulfill your role as… my sex slave,” you finally manage out, greeted with an immediate guttural moan.

“Y-yesss oh gods yess I will, I- Ahh, I will, I will I will! For you I’ll be the best sex slave e-ever~ I’ll please you, I please you, I swear! I’ll make you cum… I’ll make you lose your mind… just watch me… watch me work my magic on your gorgeously horny body…~” he babbles between slurps and moans as his tongue shoves itself deeper into your gooey pussy. In that moment you finally realized the truth. You’re not the true mistress who uses your little slutty toy for your own pleasure, you’re the slutty toy he uses for his own pleasure. But there’s nothing that can be done to change it besides applying more and more weight to his hungry mouth. He chuckled maddenly to himself…

All according to plan~

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Female aligned Dni 18+ only blog NSFW below

Something that came as a shock to you was the fact Nagito was a top because every body always assumed him to be the bottom in the relationship but boy they couldn’t have been more wrong.

So here you are with your ass in the air and a slender hand on your waist “c’mon I know you can take it baby” Nagito praised as he took a vibrator and pressed it further against your prostate “I can’t I just want to cum~” you whined in a needy voice but was suddenly interrupted by Nagito stroking your dick in rhythm with the harsh vibrations assaulting your prostate over and over again “your doing so well just hold out a little longer baby” Nagito cooed with bitter sweet encouragement “I’m so close~” you moaned as Nagito turned the vibrator on high and took his fingers pressing the vibrator dead in your prostate “that’s it cum for me baby” the white haired man spoke as he stroked you dick faster “I’m cumming~” you screamed as white strings of cum shot from your dick and only dirtying the fresh sheets.

“on your back now” Nagito demanded, taking his hands off your body, you hurriedly turn over on your back and watch Nagito trace his hands all over your body and only stopping at your perky nipples “hah~” you groan at the sensitive pleasure “god your so sensitive and beautiful” Nagito praises while taking his mouth and littering your neck and chest with bite marks only to come back up and pull you in to a deep kiss. You feel Nagito’s tongue against yours as he takes his hands off your nipples and raps them around your waist and grinding your bare body against his for the friction.

Nagito pulls away only to let you breath “gah~” you gasp needing more air. Soon Nagito breaks the string of saliva connecting the two of your mouths by tracing his tong across your already sensitive nipples “fuuck~” you groan feeling nagito grab your dick with his free hand and rub the tip and start stroking it while never letting his mouth and other hand leave your nipples “please please more~” you beg in a desperate voice “anything you want baby boy” Nagito groans while still sucking on your nipples and stroking your dick. Soon Nagito retracts his mouth and hand from your nipples, letting the cold air hit your swollen nipples but wasting no time at putting his mouth on your dick and gripping your thighs while slowly sucking you off.

“Ngh ah fuck just like that~” you moan out loudly as nagito sucks faster as he stares you in the eyes and you buck your hips into his mouth, “I’m so close Nagit~” you were cut off as a wave of pleasure hit you. You cum in Nagito’s mouth as he sucks every drop of cum, soon milking you completely dry “you tasted amazing baby boy~” Nagito purred with his signature smirk “now face down ass up” Nagito said with a storm voice. You quickly get in position feeling nagito push two fingers into you hole and slowly prep you “so good~” you groan, backing your hips in to Nagito’s fingers “it seems like your prepped enough already” Nagito remarked and pulled his fingers out, only to be soon replaced with his dick.

Before you could say anything Nagito bottomed out into you “god you feel so good baby~” Nagito groaned as he pulled out as slammed back in “oh god fuck faster~” you scream out in desperation and pleasure, soon Nagito picks up the pace gripping your hips and relentlessly slamming into you until you can’t think strait “your such a good boy y/n fuck~” the white haired man groaned in you ear as he continued to pound your ass with one hand around your waist, gripping hard enough for marks to be left behind after and the other hand stroking your oversimulated cock as it weeps between your legs and drip with precum.

Nagito picks up the pace, railing into your prostate and fucking you so hard your stomach bulges and you grip the sheets, your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging opens with saliva all over the sheets “I’m hahngh closee~” you moan out inaudibly as Nagito fucks you at a inhuman pace “I’m close to baby, just wait a little longer~” the bigger male moaned out as he started fucking you rougher feeling like he is rearranging your guts.

“I’m cumming~” you scream feeling your third climax hit the hardest, with a few more thrusts Nagito came with his cum filling you to the brim with his hot seed. Soon you and Nagito comes down from your high and Nagito speaks up “I almost forgot” the man said while opening the nightstand and pulling a black but plug out “so you don’t waist any” Nagito said with a sly grin as he inserted the plung into you “im tired baby” you whined after Nagito put the plug in, soon you and the white haired male roll over, your head resting on his chest “I love you Nagito” you speak half asleep “I love you too y/n” Nagito spoke as he kissed your forehead and ran his hand through your hair until you both fell asleep.

nagito who's never let anyone close to him in his life, who's never believed anyone would even want to touch him, crumpling into your touch as you map out his body with your hands. listening to him whimper about how there's no way someone as disgusting as him deserves this kind of treatment, only to be shushed with a kiss. he gasps and trembles with each fleeting touch.

nagito, who's so obsessed with you that it makes him sick! he breaks out into a sweat everytime he sees you, shivers running down his spine as he stares. he can't help it!! his face gets red and he gets all jittery when you touch his forehead, eyes glazing over as you tell him he's burning up and that he should get some rest! but he's quick to say that he's fine, and that you shouldn't waste your energy worrying about someone as worthless as him. someone as wonderful as you surely has more important things to worry about! he (rather reluctantly, because who is he to decline your wishes) allows you to take him back to his cabin and care for him.

nagito under the despair disease ૮Ꮚ >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ ! he's all sweet and compliant to your every wish, all shaky at your touches. when you ask him if he wants you, he says "no! gross, i would rather die than be touched by you." and it hurts for a minute, but he really means that he would rather die than live without your touch! <3 and while you're pulling him towards you, he's telling you to stop, and to let him go!! but he's letting out the sweetest sounds and clinging on to you so tight that you couldn't let him go even if you tried.

marry you

Word count: 2.2k

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.

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

nagito + royalty play ૮꒰ྀི´ ˘ `ʃƪ꒱ྀིა

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he had only wanted to give it to you as a joke - and it wasn't even his idea! it was kazuichi who had convinced him to gift it to you, saying that it might help ease the overwhelming tension between the two of you. everyone could tell that nagito wanted you, and most could tell that you reciprocated his feelings (even if nobody could understand why). what they hadn't accounted for, was how into it you would be.

nagito had decided it would be a gift best given in private, despite kazuichi's begging to see your reaction. so as he stood outside of your cabin, teeth sinking into the flesh on his bottom lip, he pondered about your reaction. maybe you would laugh at him. not at the joke, but at him for giving you something so foolish and for wasting your time. just as he's about to scurry away, your door opens to reveal you standing there. he quickly hides the item behind his back, smiling nervously.

"ah, may i come in? i understand if you're busy or just don't want my presence tainting your -"

"come in." your eyes flicker between his and his hands, curiosity evident on your face. you led him over to your bed, patting the spot next to you on the mattress. nagito's pale cheeks turn red at the mere thought of sitting on your bed, and politely declined.

"soo, what do you have for me?" your head tilts, almost akin to a puppy. nagito's heart clenches as he tries to calm his nerves. he stutters for a few moments, missing the way your tongue swipes out to wet your lips. he was so cute.

without another word, he slowly pulls the crown out from behind his back and presents it to you. and as soon as nagito had pulled out the tacky silver crown they had found, your lips pulled into a grin. "for me? how sweet." your hands pluck the object from his grip, and set it upon your head. "what do you think? does it suit me?"

nagito's face erupted into a deep red shade. and unable to answer verbally, he nods. that only makes your grin grow wider as you clasp your hands together in your lap.

"hm.. is there a particular reason you brought me this?" again, he nods. "do you want to be a good boy and tell me?" you watch as his mouth falls open in shock, quietly mumbling an explanation.

"a - ah, kazuichi thought it would be a good idea.. to, uhm, 'relieve tension', he said.'" how humiliating! surely you thought this was stupid. he never should have waisted your precious time.

"is that so?" you un-clasp your hands to gently brush your fingers along the silver material upon your head. your eyes harden as you look back up at him from your seat on the bed. an emotion unlike anything he had ever seen was depicted on your face. "nagito. kneel."

it hadn't taken him long to submit to your wishes, eagerly finding his way to his knees before you. he waited patiently for your next order, filling the role of your subordinate in this fantasy quite nicely. the poor boy was willing to do anything you wanted, whenever you wanted.

"are you going to do whatever i wish?" he's nodding before the words are even out of your mouth, reaching out to gently grab your leg from his seat on the floor. your foot presses down harshly on his bulge before he can react, and he can't help but moan. "did i say you could touch me? learn your place. you are nothing but my servant, and you will do as i say. nothing more, nothing less."

"ye - yes! i'm so sorry, please forgive my selfishness.. i couldn't help myself." his hands drop from your leg, choosing to instead rest them on top of his thighs. you seem pleased by his apology but don't move your foot. he certainly isn't complaining when you press it down again, granting him a small amount of pleasure (along with pain, but who was he to complain?).

"now then, you're going to be a good boy and entertain me." all of a sudden you're moving your foot, pulling it away off him. he whines quietly, but doesn't speak a word. "hump my foot like a good pet and if i like what i see, i'll let you touch me."

it was going to be a long night for him. nagito needed to remember to thank kazuichi in the morning.

Mine, All Mine.

-nagito x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, porn with no plot, absolutely none. sub?? nagito (it isn’t explicitly shown.), unprotected sex, a pinch of self-degrading talk (literally one sentence.), biting, creampie, pet names.

a/n: I just had to get this out there cause I couldn’t stop imagining this LMFAO..I wrote it on a whim so if things are weird, my bad! this is my first post after a decade of not doing anything, so enjoy.

“Say it—Say it, Please.” Nagito whimpered, having a deadly grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft plush skin. His eyes screwed shut as he let out breathy moans whenever he slammed back inside of you. The way your tight walls would suck him back in, it made him shiver in delight. He looked down fro a brief moment to watch how his cock would disappear inside of you. How there was a ring of your cum and his own at the base of his member from previous orgasms. He leaned over you, his head falling in between your shoulder blades.

“I’m— hah.. I—I’m all yours. Only yours.” Your words came out muffled with your face buried in the pillows underneath you but he heard you loud and clear. He picked up the pace, letting out a small laugh as she moved his head to place kisses all over your back and shoulders before he was right in your ear, moaning and whimpering. “That’s right. You only belong to me. Hmmh.. J-Just as much as I am yours.”

You gripped the bedsheets under you, the way his cock would drag against your sensitive spots made your body react wonderfully. Your breathing was getting more shallow, your back arching more and your pussy clenching down on him. “Only I make you feel this good. Someone worthless like me, fucking you to oblivion.” You were about to talk back, scold him for talking lowly about himself but before you did, his nimble fingers had slithered their way in between your legs to rub your clit in harsh circles. You could only cry out, your body jolting.

“Come for me pretty girl, you can do that for me, right? Be a good girl.” Nagito whispered, his voice sending tingles all over your body. He wanted to make you cum first, he always made you a priority. He thinks that he doesn’t even deserve to be with you like this but after much reassurance, he gave in and he started to think why he didn’t do this sooner with you. His thrusts were fast, wanting to reach that sweet release, the one that he could almost taste on the tip of his tongue.

He brought his face closer to yours, kissing you in a sloppy manner. His tongue immediately slithering its way inside your mouth. You eagerly kissed him back and reciprocated the action, drool started to dribble out of the corner of your mouth. The sensation of everything building up made you moan into his mouth and before you knew it, you were crumbling under him. Your body tensing as you kept your lips pressed against his, stifling a moan when waves of pleasure crashed through your body as you orgasmed.

Just by seeing your face contorted by pleasure, Nagito soon followed right after you, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before thick white ropes of cum spurted inside of you. He never really liked to pull out anyway. It would be such a waste. He leaned back and started to rub the sides of your body affectionately as your body twitched. He didn’t pull out just yet, he let you catch your breath before he spoke up with a cheeky grin, looking down at your flushed face. “Let’s go another round? I’m sure an Ultimate like you can handle it.”

Insatiable

nagito x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, possessive tendencies, mastrubating, kinda ooc Nagito??

a/n: I have so many ideas for Nagito lol, I’ll try writing about other characters soon enough.

Nagito’s chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his forehead resting on the cool shower wall. He gulped as he looked down at the way his hand was wrapped around his cock. His pale red tip leaking pre-cum as his hand moved up and down his shaft at a slow agonizing pace. It was as if he liked to tease himself, rubbing his fingers ever so slightly against his sensitive tip. He shivered at the feeling, biting down on his bottom lip.

He closed his eyes as he started to move his hand faster, tightening his grip around his cock as he imagined it was you, your pussy squeezing down on him. Your touch was engraved in his skin, making it burn. The different ways you would touch him, look up at him, speak to him, it all made him fucking crazy. The way you tasted even. You would say his name as if it was honey dripping off your tongue and it only added on to his burning desire for you.

He couldn’t let anyone have you. Not after everything you’ve shown him. He just couldn’t fathom the idea of others getting their hands on you, hell, he didn’t even want anyone to look at you. It made him sick to his stomach just imagining you in someone else’s presence.

He let out a loud groan as he felt his balls tighten, his thighs starting to contract. The feeling of tingles going up his spine as his mouth hanged open. He was so, so close. He stroked himself faster, his breaths getting shorter and shorter and just when he was beginning to see stars under his eyelids—

“Nagito? Where are you? I brought you some food so I hope you have an appetite~”

…

Needless to say, he sure did have an appetite as soon as he heard your sweet voice, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist and striding over to you, not caring if he wet the floor with water. He didn’t even give you the time to react before he bent you over the couch, pressing his front against your rear as he leaned over your figure, nibbling your ear as he spoke.

“The one I have is insatiable for you…and it’s all your fault. Might as well tell your little friends to not even try to come look for you.”

Lakes, talks, and tears

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Nagito being an ass

Nagito x gn reader

“I’m tired of this Komaeda”

You breathed out a voice shaking with each word as you hugged yourself a small whimper escaped your lips pathetically.

“You're the one who insisted on coming here with me nobody forced you, least of all me” his voice laced with bitterness, it almost seemed to hold a certain blankness to it.

Not wasting another breath on you, he continued the path that outstretched around the lake. Your head snapped up as you ran up beside him desperately trying to get him to look, even glance at you, anything if he could just treat you with the kindness of sparing you a second glance.

“Why can’t you even look at me!” you shouted but anger was completely devoid of your tone just an unhinged desperateness lacing your voice. Your eyebrows knitted together as you attempted to talk to him.

He gave you a blank stare meeting your glassy eyes, he could practically see the pleading look in your pupils. 

His cold expression nearly cut through you, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and the clawing feeling of being torn apart from the inside.

“What did I do to you! Why do you hate me so much? I just want to be enough for you yet you always seem so distant around me.”

You could no longer look him in the eyes you caved in, your trembling eyes meeting the cold pavement once again, as you spoke your voice slowly vanished into a hushed whisper as you tried to grasp the emotions inside you.

There were too many to handle at once. A stabbing anxiety in your stomach, a choked sob that rested in the back of your throat as a tight knot overcomes your ability to speak.

Almost as if his stern glare was enough to suffocate you, alone. Again he stared you down harshly with the same unimpressed expression held around you.

“I don’t have time to waste on reserve course students like you, I didn’t ask you to follow me around you know.” he practically spat, again brushing you off as he continued walking. As he walked away you could hear him speak out to you

“Why do you even try?” 

You took a big breath before calling out to him “

Because I’m in love with you!” suddenly he stopped and you froze in place, legs shaking as your stomach tossed and turned, crawling with the feeling of sickness. Nagito turned to you from where he was.

“I wouldn’t go out with someone like you” he said slowly before turning once again. Leaving you helplessly standing by yourself as the world spun around you your vision stayed focused on the ground beneath you.

Your lip trembled but no other part of your body would move, it felt like hours until you finally moved.

Releasing a sob from your throat, you stood there wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up whole. 

Best friend headcanons

Ft: Kokichi, Hajime, Nagito

Warnings: mild cursing

Genre: Fluff, Crack, headcanons

Gn reader

Kokichi:

That one friend that brutally roasts you but watches you carefully with wide-ass eyes to make sure he didn’t actually hurt your feelings

He's the kid that you ask for a pencil and he says he doesn't have any and then when he gets up to leave an entire package of pencils falls out of his backpack

He’d also probably be the type of person to have the most random stuff in their backpack like you look over and he’s pulling stuff out like Merry Poppins 

He will hate crime you for gum like honestly 

You’ll be opening up a package and he throws himself on you like “Y/nnnnn, You know your my best friend right?” you know he's just sucking up to you but give him some anyway

He’s got a pair of light up Velcro sketchers probably got you a pair as a gift

If you ever go out to eat somewhere and you don’t want to order for yourself he’ll order for you but come back to you afterwards and call you a pussy <3

Hajime

“Hi can I coffee-wait no” he’d try to order but end up stuttering to the employee until he just leaves to order it online

He’s the kid that gets straight A’s but can’t explain anything so he’s like “You have to isolate the x value because…well you know?” 

“No hajime I don’t know, that’s why I asked you”

It’s like doing math homework with your Dad in elementary school like he’s there head in hands getting so frustrated because your not getting it

He’d definitely be the friend to walk with you to school and talk about the most random stuff 

“So yeah Doctor phil was chasing me through this abandoned factory-” 

“Y/n, what do you watch before you go to sleep?” 

He probably is that one friend who makes plans during the summer like to go outside and still get some exercise as he says

Nagito

Oh boy

So assuming you were able to convince him that your not going to get hurt by staying around him, he’ll invite you over a lot I feel like

But not for anything specifically just like “Do you want to swing with me?” he probably asks you to push him or vice versa

He seems like he would be interested in going out for picnics a lot on nice sunny days 

“If it’s not too much trouble Y/n, would you want to go with me to the park later?”

Or walking his dog he has a big fluffy dog so walking around the park would be fun 

He is the friend that wants to match for Halloween like he wouldn’t make you but he’s going to be super disappointed if you don’t 

He likes to do movie marathons with you, any movies you want to watch are fine with him he doesn't think he should choose anyway

You’ll have to force him to choose otherwise he won’t budge 

A/n: Sorry if this was short I had a bunch of tests this week and haven't been able to write much, but I am working on something for Nagito so I'll finish that up soon

Nightmares

Ft: Chiaki, Hajime, and Nagito

Genre: Head-canons, Fluff, Comfort, Gn reader

Summary: Y/n has a nightmare and seeks comfort from our favorite trio

Hajime:

You had woken up in a cold sweat. Your blankets folded over and tossed about your bed most likely from tossing around in your sleep. You were still panting heavily, eyes darting around the dark room of your cottage, still running off the adrenaline of your nightmare.

You gripped your bed sheets tightly, shaking at the memory of that horrible dream.

You didn’t want to make a sound afraid it would give away your position to whatever could be lurking in the shadows of your room. Afraid at any moment, something would crawl out from the shadows.

You couldn’t be alone, not right now, and there was only one person you could think of at the moment. Hajime. You felt you could trust him in this vulnerable position right now, besides, you didn’t know anyone else quite as well as you knew Hajime.

You had made up your mind now was the hard part. Working up the courage to leave your room and ask him. You couldn’t move your shaking body, petrified with fear.

You felt like a little kid who had a nightmare trying to get to their parents room, before the monsters got them. You took a panicked breath in an attempt to calm yourself, taking a step towards the door.

But afraid someone was behind you watching your every move set the adrenaline in as you began to run. You opened the door swiftly slamming it behind you, not caring how much noise it made as you ran to Hajimes cottage. The warm night breeze blew your hair back as you ran.

You rounded the corner, seeing the nameplate to Hajimes cottage you ran up to the door frantically knocking on the polished wood harshly as you shifted on your heels nervously.

Your eyes shifted around trying to distinguish the shapes that might move in the darkness.

“Y/n…?” a very groggy Hajime asked as soon as you heard his voice you wasted no time pushing yourself through the opening of the door, not realizing he was still standing in the doorway.

“Ah-y/n!” he yelled as you ran into his chest, sending the both of you tumbling to the floor. You clenched your eyes shut as you held onto Hajime tighter afraid he would disappear if you let go of him.

“Y/n, What's wrong?” Hajime asked in a panic he held his arms awkwardly in the air apprehensive to touch you. You felt your words getting caught in the back of your throat and you froze up.

“Are you ok? You don’t have to say anything, just nod so I know you're not hurt.” he spoke slowly in a soft comforting tone, pressing your head closer to his chest in an attempt to try and calm you down.

You nodded against him as he sighed in relief. You could hear his heartbeat as you sat there together.

“Y/n, Do you think you could get off me now? I need to shut the door.” you suddenly felt embarrassed that you had been in this position with him so long without an explanation whatsoever.

Quickly you pushed yourself off him and in the dim moonlight you swear you could see a faint blush dusting the apples of his cheeks as he leaned past you to close and lock the door to his cottage. Then turning to you he asked,

“Do you want to talk about it?” he held such a kind, sincere tone it almost caught you by surprise you had never heard him like that before. You nodded meekly, Hajime smiled softly standing up and dusting himself. You followed his movements as he led you over to the bed patting the spot next to him waiting for you to join him.

You walked over to him plopping yourself down next to him. He sat there waiting for you to speak, you stared at the floorboards trying to find the right words.

“I had a nightmare.” it came out much duller than you had intended Hajime leaned in, expecting you to continue. You sighed.

“I was freaked out and didn’t want to be alone” 

“So you came to me?” he asked surprised 

“You were the only person I could think of..” you mumbled he smiled bashfully,

“I mean don’t get the wrong idea I’m flattered, I just wasn’t expecting you” he rubbed the back of his head before speaking again.

“So do you feel better? Or…” he drifted off. You didn’t necessarily want to go back to your cottage and lay there until morning completely consumed by your fears but you didn’t want to bother Hajime.

“Hey if you don't, that's fine! I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the idea of staying here with me” he said breaking your train of thought

“If you want I could stay up with you, I mean that's what I do after a nightmare anyways” he suggested you turn to him,

“Really? It wouldn’t bother you to stay up with me?” you asked 

“I mean, I don’t get much sleep anymore. How could I?” you smiled, then an idea popped into your head “What if we go out?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“No, not like that I mean take a walk or something” you suggested 

“Isn’t it kinda against the rules to go out after ten?” 

“Yeah I think we're well past breaking those rules, aren’t we?” you said crossing your arms playfully

“Yeah, I guess you're right” he sighed giving up.

“Don’t you want to you know..put something on…” you said, averting your eyes just now realizing Hajime didn’t have anything on other than his boxers and I a plain white tank top.

Hajimes burned bright red.

“Well turn around already!” he yelled embarrassed. 

After Hajime had finished changing into some pants you and him started off for the beach.

It was quiet, peaceful even if you forgot the current circumstances. It was a beautiful night regardless of the warm breeze blowing against you lightly.

“Hey, Hajime?” you said quietly “Yeah?” he gwaked his head to look at you.

“I just wanted to say, thank you for being here with me. Even though it’s the middle of the night and I just woke you up because I had a bad dream.” you said,

“Hey, I don’t mind being here with you at all, it’s nice to spend time with you, no matter how late it is” he grabbed your hand to emphasize his point. You looked into pools of emerald, abruptly the tension was broken off by Hajime slamming his lips into your catching you off by surprise, the kiss lasted for a couple seconds before it was broken of by a stuttering Hajime

“Y-y/n, I’m so sorry I promise that I’m better than that-I-I was just acting on impulse, and-” you cupped his face gently making him look at you, he looked at you calming down when seeing your soft smile

“Do it again” you whispered.

“W-what?” he asked shocked.

“Kiss me” without a second thought he brought you closer kissing you lovingly. Once you pulled away you smiled at each other, hand in hand you continued down to the beach.

Maybe you should visit him more often.

Nagito

You sat on your bed curled up trying to dismiss the fear clouding your mind. You brought your knees up to your chest trying to stay absolutely silent to avoid drawing attention to yourself from whatever may be lurking in the shadows, watching you from a distance waiting.

Well you weren’t going to move you were just going to sit here in this dark room balled up in his position by yourself until the sun came up. Yep, until the sun comes up.

Okay,

this isn’t going to work, you didn’t want to be alone the whole night you definitely weren’t going to sleep but you couldn’t stay here alone for the whole night.

Who could you go to at a time like this? At the time you couldn’t think of anyone who would be particularly pleased with you waking them up at such a time. Then suddenly someone came to you,

‘Nagito?’ you thought questionably. I mean he was kind of strange and you could never really get a good read on his personality but from what you could see he seemed like he was willing to do anything for the ultimates, including throwing his own life away for them!

So surely he wouldn’t mind keeping you company while you were freaked out? You had talked to him a few times and he seemed nice enough minus the crazy, but if he's all you got you couldn’t really complain.

So gulping you slid your feet into a pair of slippers that rested next to the bed. Trying to fix your vision on the ground and only that you keep your head down while walking to the door, gripping the cold metal handle you slid out into the dark night, letting the fresh tropical breeze blow over you as you slowly made your way to Nagitos cottage.

Hugging your sides as you walked the only thing illuminating your path being the now bright moonlight.

Finally you had reached the door but you weren’t necessarily safe until you were inside. Still feeling unsafe, you knocked quietly hoping it would be enough for Nagito to hear.

You waited, hearing nothing you knocked again, then much to your relief you heard muffled shuffling and stumbling before a tired looking Nagito opened the door.

His hair was as messy as ever, ruffled up in disarray. He rubbed his eyes before his face changed to a senile expression seeing upon it being you who had knocked on his door at such a time.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? To kill me perhaps” he smiled, you gave a distraught expression seeing how he had in fact not been joking whatsoever.

“What? No! I’m just-Can I just come inside?” you whisper yelled offended by his outrageous accusation but also desperate to get inside no longer wanting to be outside. Wordlessly he opened the door for you. You looked around his cottage. The interior was pretty similar to yours with the exception of a small white armchair resting in the corner.

“Y/n if you don’t mind me asking you, if your not here to kill me, why exactly are you here then?” he asked from behind you as you sat yourself down in the chair. You looked away a little embarrassed,

“Ah, I’m sorry it was stupid of me to question the doings of an ultimate such as yourself, it’s nothing you have to share with trash like me anyways..” your head snapped back up to him cutting him off

“No, Don’t say stuff about yourself like that! I was just embarrassed…” you admitted your gaze softening,

“I had a nightmare and I didn't really want to be alone, I just couldn’t think of anyone else to go to..” you said sheepishly, Nagito let out a sudden chuckle breaking you from your trance

“So you chose me? Wow! I’m honored!” he cheered, holding his sides, smiling but the light blush on his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“But if you don’t mind I was wondering I could stay here with you? I don’t want to be alone tonight” you silently hoped he would say yes

“I mean if you really don’t mind spending the night with someone like me.” you guessed that was a yes?

“Uh well thanks Nagito” you gave a small smile in return. You both stood there unsure of what to do now, you stood there in unbearable awkwardness when Nagito let out a yawn. When you broke the silence

“Did you want to go back to sleep?” you asked, feeling bad for waking him when he probably gets barely enough sleep as is.

“What would you do then?” he asked you shrugged,

“Sleep?” you said unsure.

“The only probably is where.” you said thinking.

“Well you could just take the bed” he stated plainly

“Well, where would you sleep!” you exclaimed

“I feel bad enough for waking you I don’t want to kick you out of your bed too” you said apologetically, heat rising to his cheeks again.

“Wow, Your kindness is truly befitting of an ultimate such as yourself! But there's no need to worry about trash like me, I can always sleep on the ground, it's what I deserve anyway” 

“What if we just share the bed?” you asked not fully hearing the words coming out of your mouth. Nagito tensed for a second.

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable by being close to scum like me” you glared walking up to him abruptly surprising him a little, he jerked as you placed your warm hands on the sides of his cold cheeks, piercing through him with a stern look.

“No more self depreciation, okay? I don’t like you talking about yourself like that.” you frowned, his face heated up “If that’s what you want…” he spoke quietly trying to avoid eye contact.

“I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed and make you sleep on the floor plus I really don’t mind, I trust you.” you smiled.

“Why don’t you go lay down, I’ll turn off the lights” you turned around Nagito didn’t protest obeying you as he shuffled to the bed. You flipped the switch quickly running to the bed before the monsters got you. You dived in, unaware you had grabbed onto Nagito.

“Do you not like the dark?” he asked nervously at how close you were to him

“Yeah, I’m just freaked out, sorry” you apologized

“Is it ok if I have my hands on you like this?” you asked bashfully.

“Not at all! I’m surprised an ultimate like you would get close to me in such a way” he said.

But nothing came after just silence as you laid there contently getting closer to Nagitos chest listening to his heartbeat, the rhythm lulled you to sleep. You felt your eyelids grow heavy as you drifted into sleep.

“Goodnight y/n…”

Chiaki 

You sat laying there on your back spread out talking to yourself trying to distract your mind from the growing fears that plagued your thoughts. You couldn't stand this anymore.

Why couldn’t the sun just come up already? You threw your hands over your eyes in frustration, it was too hot, it was too quiet, yet your own voice annoyed you. It seemed like everything was annoying you right now.

You needed a distraction, someone to talk to. You sprung up

“Chiaki!” you said a little loudly. You had talked to her a couple times, nothing extraordinary came out of it but she was the only person you could think of to go to right now, besides would she even be asleep right now? She seems like she spends all night awake, probably playing video games.

How else would she be so tired all of the time otherwise. You slid off the bed still weary of the shadows of your room as you made your way to your cottage door.

Slipping out from your room you enjoyed the wave of relief that washed over you, maybe getting out of that stuffy room was the first step to cooling yourself down.

You walked to Chiaki's cottage humming to yourself trying to fill the silence that you dreaded so much.

Finally reaching her porch you knocked on her door lightly trying not to disturb anyone else who might be awake. Not long after you heard shuffling from behind the closed door and then Chiakis face peeked out from the crack.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Although she spoke softly, she had not at all sounded like she had just woken up, in fact, it sounded like she had already been up.

“Sorry for bothering you, I just couldn’t sleep and was wondering if I could stay here with you? I just don’t to be alone”

,you apologized briefly as Chiaki eased up widening the space of the door opening it to you with a warm smile

“I don’t mind” she said,

“I couldn’t sleep either, so I’ve been playing games by myself” she admitted as you walked in, you couldn’t help but notice the TV in the middle of the room being the only current source of light, multiple cases of games had been scattered across the floor, while empty bags of chips sat in disarray.

You went to sit in front of the TV picking up the second controller turning to Chiaki smiling,

“Mind if I join?” she blushed, “I’d like that actually” 

“Chiaki, stop hitting me off the road!” you whined throwing your head back in exasperation as the results of the game came up, and once again the same result 

Chiak first

Toad second

Bowser third

Leaving you in last place once again.

“Can we please play something else? I’m tired of losing every round” you whined

“Sure, What do you want to play?” she asked, you hummed in thought looking at the sea of games trying to decide, only to find your indecisiveness mandating your decision.

“Why don’t you choose? Since you're the expert, as long as it is not a racing game I’m fine.” you said as Chiaki reached over.

You watched her mesmerized by her every movement. She looked so beautiful at this moment you couldn’t exactly describe why.

“You're so pretty..” suddenly Chiaki froze up as a blush covered your cheeks. Realizing that had slipped out of your mouth you began to panic

“I’m so-sorry! I swear that was an accident! I-I wasn’t thinking and..” you were cut off by Chiaki pressing her lips to yours holding your shaking hands in hers. Pulling away she smiled

“I think you're pretty too” your face heated up once again not knowing what to do you buried your face in her shoulder, squeezing her hands tightly.

Not wanting to move you allowed yourself to relax in her arms letting yourself drift into sleep, you felt Chiaki kiss the crown of your head

“Night Y/n…”

Hey Miu!! Can I get some hcs of Rantaro and Nagito with a s/o whose really short? Thanks!! 💕

Oooo!~ This is a really cute request I love it! I absolutely adore these types of scenarios. Thank you for requesting Anon! Enjoy!

-Mod Miu <3

Rantaro Amami

Honestly he doesn’t mind about the height difference

Not the type to tease you about that

He thinks it’s completely adorable

Sometimes he’ll just lift you up like how Rafiki lifted simba up in Lion King

Just loves to carry you and such!

He loves to cuddle and hug you you’re just so tiny and cute!

He’s the type to ruffle your hair and give you headpats!

Just every time he sees you he just- *headpat*

"Ah- sorry s/o. Can’t help it, you’re too adorable"

Of course if you ever need help with reaching stuff Rantaro is the guy to call!

Nagito Komaeda

Completely adores you!

Despite you being so short and tiny you hold so much hope!

He just thinks it’s really admirable!

And adorable too of course!

Of course not the type to tease, quite the opposite actually

Honestly Nagito is really really tall compared to you

If you ever need help reaching for stuff and nagito comes he just might make a ton of stuff fall down too

"N-Nagito-?! Are you-"

"A-Ah..sorry s/o I guess my bad luck struck again..."

Of course you tell him it’s not but you can’t help but just sigh

Hello Miu! May I have HCs of nagito and Kokichi with a really optimistic and affectionate s/o? Thanks so much!

Hey Anon! Of course you may! I really like this request, you all always have the best and really creative ideas!! Thank you and enjoy Anon!!

-Mod Miu <3

Nagito Komaeda

Completely adores you!!

He just admires you a lot! You’re filled with so much hope!

You always bring you and those around you with so much hope!

At this point every time he sees you, you always have a smile on your face!

Since you’re so optimistic and hopeful he even calls you "My hope"

Of course you’re always bothered how nagito insults himself

So every time you just:

"You don’t wanna date a scum like m-"

"HUG ATTACKKKK!!"

"E-eh??"

He just can’t help but chuckle, he loves you so much!!

"My hope.."

Kokichi Ouma

At first, when he met you he thought this optimistic and affectionate personality was just fake

But when you and him started to get closer he soon realized that this isn’t some act

Kokichi just kinda thought you were boring at first

Suddenly he then starts to warm up to you!

Honestly, the both of you are just complete opposites!

People were kinda shocked when they found out the both of you were dating

Tbh Kokichi was kinda surprised too!

He honestly loves how affectionate you are! Since he’s so clingy and such

Sometimes he just whines a lot when he doesn’t get cuddles

Of course you gladly obliged!

You even sometimes make him blush, it’s really cute!

"Nishishishi! Love you too s/o!~"

Heyy! Are you ok with yanderes request? If you are can you do some headcanons for Shuichi? Maybe Nagito too if that’s ok

Hi there Anon! I am absolutely okay with yandere requests! I will also do Nagito as well, thank you and enjoy Anon!!

-Mod Miu <3

Shuichi Saihara

He is just completely obsessed over you!

Stalks you a lot, he basically just almost knows everything about you!

Even if you just touch his shoulder, or a hug he just absolutely melts to your touch

Mostly he collects stuff you dropped or steals it’s mostly just small stuff

He doesn’t necessarily get jealous when you talk to people

But when people tend to flirt or get close to his s/o he gets jealous!

In my opinion, I don’t think Shuichi would hurt people physically, more mentally

He knows how to manipulate people whether intentionally or not

Of course he wouldn’t dare hurt you! If he did he would never forgive himself

Overall he just loves you so much!! He’s a shy, soft yandere boi

Nagito Komaeda

Just absolutely worships you!!

Like seriously- he worships the ground his darling s/o walks on!

Your smile, your cheerful personality to help others

He thinks you’re an absolute angel!!

Mostly he just watches you from afar

He thinks that a "scum" like him doesn’t deserve to talk to you

Like shuichi he doesn’t really hurt anybody

After all if he hurts those who are close to you, you would be filled with so much despair!

If you even touch him or just even look at his way he’ll just insult himself calling himself "Filth" and "trash"

After all, why would a divine angel like you would like trash like him???