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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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Yandere Third Imposter: Nagito Komaeda

Dressed in the green or white space suit

Nagito is the ever-fanatic believer in the hope the crew of the Skeld brings in exploring the vastness of space

Unafraid to gush obsessively about the future that rests on their shoulders

But in the end, the future is in jeopardy as there seems to be an alien imposter

For a while Nagito moves with the majority, searching to find the ones trying to impede their hope

But a new discovery of information puts the imposter’s actions into perspective

Which pit the hope of humanity’s hope and a world that needs to remain hidden for their survival

And suddenly Nagito becomes the two-faced wild card, we all love+ know him to be

Of course, you as a crewmate are naturally put off by this development

for whatever reason he hones in on you, stalking you while babbling about his happiness for both sides

It's aggravating, so aggravating you’re completely distracted by his behavior to pick up on the underlying intention

The way he and you become alibis for the imposter

How you’re always able to corroborate Nagito’s testimony

The truth is he’s keeping you close an integral part of humanity’s hope

the kind of hope intertwined with one another+ with the imposters

Its an honor!

But he knows you might not see it that way

naturally you’re hope is birthed in your ignorance

Now on the other hand, if you’re the imposter

Suddenly hope in humanity isn’t all that important to him

Or rather he works to save humanity by mixing his hope with yours

More than happy to make little alien babies with you

But there's a problem, since he’s started helping your mission

Apparently you’ve been planning to make your fellow imposter you’re new mate

And while he may have promised not to oust either one of you, he also needs to preserve the hope you’ll have with him

By any means necessary:

You slammed the white-haired human into the wall, easily denting it with your grip around his pale little neck. Fighting the urge to hiss at him in your mother tongue as you released the illusionay colors in your optics. He may know the truth but that doesn’t mean he’s trust worthy. You wish you would’ve thought of this sooner.

“What’s you’re aim, Komaeda!? Why did you let this happen!?”

He continued to smile, unperturbed by the sheer pressure your curled fist had on his throat, More so excitedly enduring it + With simply a look you knew he couldn’t speak, you begrudgingly untightened your hold on him giving him just enough space to struggled to speak for himself.

“I-if I’m meant to-protect your our+ hope it’s important that one of you not be suspected. T-the last trial r-relied one of your testimonies to be false.”

“Yes. I’m aware but we’ve already prepared the alibi of the automated message. Why didn’t you rely on that!?”

“Then it forces them to look into our testimony even more. One of you would have been discovered eventually and as we discussed it would be him.”

“As we discussed?! We never-”

“It was without you, it was decided you’d be the one to survive.”

At this revelation you dropped him, turning away as he coughed and lovingly caressed the marks left on his neck. Facing the opposite wall with wide eyes full of horrified disbelief. Surely this was another lie…but would you’re partner truly make such a sacrifice. With your heat coming you two had prepared to build your nest on the corpses of this ship; slowly building a pack specialized in hunting the invasive species. Naturally fulfilling your innate desires and serving the people you swore to protect. Would they really make such a sacrifice? And even without the promise of conception? Were they more sentimental in there proposition before?

You felt completely blindsided–a rare thing to feel in your line of work.

“W-what a true sacrifice for hope! As promised I will be the tool for you to birth a new generation of hope!”

You turned back to him, raising your eyebrow at his declaration. He smiled to you a blush overtaking his entire face and ears, eyes swirling with a madness for hope your hope. Nagito spoke, eager to answer the silent question.

“They made me promise it! That I’d satisfy your heat and protect you and the brood that is to come.”

“R-right…”

Thats exactly what happened as Nagito reported it. Now many could say that Nagito is a liar, but he doesn’t think that word used against him is quite accurate. Failing to offer his discoveries to the symbols of hope is simply giving them an alternative guide on their journey for hope. Which is all he’s done now.

“You will reveal yourself to be the imposter.”

It was after the official meeting, where it was decided that Nagito would be their aid. The agreed upon terms specified that with every whole-having alibi, Nagito would take the fall or he would commit obvious sabotages to further distract the crewmates. It was the call of another meeting that had you running off before Nagito and your partner.

“You will be the stepping stone for the hope of me and (Y/n)’s future as mates.”

“...mates?”

“Our kind have seasons of heightened fertility, we plan to complete our mission by then.”

“I…see…”

“What?! Having second thoughts about helping? Is your desire for hope so weak, you buckle at its glory?”

“Never! I’m ecstatic to be of service to (Y/n) a true giver of hope!”

“Right.”

Your partner had thought his palpable infatuation would ensure his loyalty to you both only to realize as the votes were casted that his future filled with hope was only filled with you. Cursing him and those insipid humans as they doomed him to a death of starvation and darkness. Constantly replaying the madness in Nagito’s eyes as he ushered you from the window, maintaining that wild-card crewmate character.

If anything Nagito Komaeda was a true imposter. Third, intent on being more than a fellow imposter.

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theamityelf · 2 months

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I enjoy calamity and details too much so I have to ask RE: your Undead Hope’s Peak AU… do you think Makoto and Komaeda would suffer SOME sort of side effects to being constantly exposed to the zombie virus? At the very least I can’t imagine either of them were able to be as vigilant on caring for themselves as they could be, especially being surrounded and essentially drenched in blood, rot, and death. If the virus was ever reversed, I have to wonder if that wouldn’t be the greatest time for both Makoto and Komaeda’s bodies to tap out and get some rest whether either of them volunteered or not lmao. Also judging by how awful the reserve course is getting the brunt of things I can’t imagine vengeance isn’t close at hand for them. This could end up causing the reserve course despair attack without Junko’s influence.

To your first point, I can definitely see them at the very least getting sick pretty regularly. They try to keep the room and their classmates as clean as possible, but yeah, the amount of stuff they're exposed to and the amount of times they get bitten and maybe forget to bandage it until later or just are too busy for a while, at the very least some of those bites get super infected with just regular pathogens. These guys have unbandaged bites while bathing with a bunch of undead people; I think at the very least, they feel sick.

I'd say one plausible way that the undead virus could affect them is that they develop a higher tolerance for those blood and meat smells. By which I only mean their disgust instincts are decreased, but they will still have a physical reaction if they're exposed for too long. So being around all that decay will still make them physically ill, but they won't feel the disgust leading up to it, so they won't know to be as vigilant as they need to be.

The smell of rotten meat doesn't bother them all that much anymore, but they will still vomit if they're in the room with a lot of it for very long. And they will still get sick if they're handling something that carries disease.

Their immune systems are definitely in a bad place on the basis of exposure, diet, and not getting enough quality rest, so they'd also be getting regular colds and stuff pretty often.

(If we wanted to, we could definitely also say that the undead virus that they're immune to, the regular infection in the bites, and whatever regular cold or flu they might come down with, end up mixing together and create whole new cultures of disease.)

To your point about the reserve course, I think Hajime could even be the catalyst for that. Maybe the reserve course didn't know that any of the lucksters were setting traps for them, because those who found out were already caught in the traps and so never got to tell anyone before they got eaten. Maybe Hajime is the first to make it back to the others with news of having been caught in an actual human trap to be fed to the main course.

I'm thinking, before that point, they didn't feel slighted by anyone in particular; they just felt like they got caught up in a zombie apocalypse, like in the movies, and it's no one's fault; just bad luck. They felt the faculty had no choice but to lock them here, since the disease had spread so much, and now they just have to survive until there's a cure. Maybe it occurred to some of them that they were here to be food for the undead, but those people were treated as conspiracy theorists. Hope's Peak may have its faults, but they wouldn't feed students to anyone. They just weren't evacuated in time, and the school had to barricade the campus so none of the undead could get out and hurt way more people.

But then Hajime gets back with news that there are human main course students setting traps to feed the talentless to the Ultimates, and that even the nice luckster who protected Hajime from such a fate is just being used by the school to take care of the Ultimates, and that causes an uproar. They realize they're being sacrificed, and they want to fight back.

Maybe they want to attack the undead, but more likely they want to charge the barricades and escape. They refuse to be the school's disposable sacrifices, even if it means the undead are able to leave the campus and infect more people outside.

#danganronpa #undead au #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata

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stxramr · 2 years

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HOPE

Yandere Nagito Komaeda x gender neutral reader

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Obsession,toxic relationship,degradation,a bit of possessive behavior,obsessive behavior,brief mentioning of brain washing and some non consensual touching,manipulatiom

Fandom: Danganronpa

[Reader will have an ultimate,any ultimate.Its up to you guys]

`This boy is not good for you.But that won't stop you from loving him.`

•He absolutely ADORES you.

•He's like a lost puppy,following you around literally everywhere.

•He thinks trash like him is undeserving of your attention,yet he craves it so much its concerning to others that witness him like that.

•He's already clingy when you were just friends,but not that your dating he's 10x more clingy.

•He may be a bit awkward at the beginning of the relationship,but that's just because he isn't used to love.

•Sure,its clearly obvious that your relationship with him isn't very healthy to anyone that has eyes.

•But you see everything through the pink lenses when you go through your first relationship so you didn't think much of his strange behavior.

•Nagito is a worshipper.A hardcore one.

•He'll worship the ground you walk on.

•He'll gladly get on his knees and beg for your affection.

•He'll be ready to do anything,ANYTHING just for your attention and affection.

•He sees you as a literal God/Goddess.He sees you as someone with much more authority and right than him,so he's ready to let you walk all over him like a red carpet.

•But despite him being so loyal and kind to you,you can't help but feel like the countless praises coming from him were starting to intoxicate and choke you.

•Your so important and amazing to him,sure he may send a few menacing looks to any other person who interacts with you for too long..or if the person is a bit too touch but I swear he hasn't done anything else but that.

•You've been told by multiple of your few friends that Nagito is not as good for you.But they seemed to have either disappeared or lost contact to you when Nagito himself finds out they've been telling you that.

•Your his one and only hope.He can't let others take you away from him.Oh no no no.He's not possessive...he's just a bit scared of betrayal

•The degrading words being thrown in the praises he spat were so venomous and bitter it was so noticeable,yet you failed to notice half of them.

•It was like he was trying to brain wash you.Trying to convince you those 'friends' of yours are slowly starting to leave you.

•He always reminds you of how he'll be the only one that will always be there for you no matter what.

•So stop trying to dodge his touches now,its too late to go back and do something you wish you shouldn't have done before.

•The hard smack of realism only came now and you can't seem to escape your boyfriend.

•You've already gone way too far.So just melt into his touch like how you used to when you were still unaware.

•He swears he doesn't mean to let his hands run that far...he wasn't meaning to touch those places..

•But oh well,what's done was done.You can't do much about it now can you?

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #yandere #nagito komaeda #nagito komeada x reader #yandere nagito #yandere nagito komaeda x reader #x reader

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ms-all-sunday · 4 months

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w7 robin is creepy. most creepy thing about her is how she refuses to react to any of it. like the most creepy reveal ive ever seen in anything is that robin doesnt even need to be put in seastone handcuffs to listen to the government. shes either completely nonreacting in a way that makes you feel intensely uncomfortable or reacting like she's seen a monster right in front of her that you cant see but shes convinced is there.

when i call robin creepy in water 7 im doing it with the knowledge shes coming off as creepy because she has personality disorders and ptsd, and shes in a triggering situation for her that is partially her fault and partially the governments, (like i genuinely think w7 is the best possible representation of being triggered ive ever seen, i really do fucking intensely relate to robin.)

i think the reason i feel so comfortable in calling her creepy on this blog despite the fact i have never been comfortable doing so in reference to any other character with that level of trauma is that the reason she's creepy in water 7 is not from a point of alienation?

i always used to think "having a mentally ill person be bad means they get nagito komaedaed" and what i meant by that is they get alienated from the narrative. its a thought i had specifically after seeing persona 5s akechi play out (that game should on paper be way more sympathetic and not alienating towards akechi than it is) and it was the best representation ive seen of someone being bad and mentally ill that i had seen up until that point, but he still gets nagito komaedaed.

as in, i feel he gets alienated from the audiences perspective and you are supposed to view him as a horror monster rather than a character. akechi is kind of like progressive nagito komaeda.

so when i call robin creepy, i mean that in the sense i don't think her perspective gets alienated from the audience. (in the nagito komaeda way) i think you're supposed to always view her as a friend and someone close to you. which i think is where the good horror comes from in regards to how she acts in water 7. you fundamentally couldn't have the horror of her situation impact you as much as it does in w7, without the understanding extended to her.

the story water 7 is about a lot of things, but most of them can be captured in "when mentally ill people do bad things because they're mentally ill" and i struggle really bad when i'm perceived as creepy or monstrous because of how i act in regards to my mental illness, being able to conceptualize someone seeing me as creepy even when they love me and are close to me or even because of it helps with that a lot. and there's naunce to it too, because in canon robin also has people perceiving her as a literal demon child and that from other people is coming from a horrible place.

this also leads me into how great of a title "demon child" is for her, because she allows herself to be defined by that trauma for the majority of her life and the title reflects that. both how she lets other people define her by it and herself.

#modposts #its another “one piece fixed me” post #meta #nico robin #water 7 #enies lobby #sometimes the solution is “yeah youre that negative thing and thats okay”#instead of denying that you embody that at all #thats another theme of w7/enies lobby

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ultimateluckystudent-writes · 1 year

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Nothing Comes For Free (Byakuya/Ultimate Housewife!Reader/Nagito)

CHAPTER THREE: *When He Walks In, I Am Loved

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Contains (Will Be Updated With Chapters): She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Female Reader, Infidelity, Somewhat Unhealthy Relationships, Depictions of Mental Illnesses, Depictions of Symptoms of OCD, Minor Injury, Mentions of Blood, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Unsafe Sex, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Dom/Sub Dynamics

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The setback had actually put you back on track. You arrived at the tailors just as they opened, avoiding anyone nearby. It was easy to forget the state of the world inside of the gated community. If your house was a cage, the community was a sort of zoo. Though you figured less people came to gawk at you and instead would yell and try to raze. There were more air purifiers within the tall, iron gates and brick walls than were needed in a city. The sky even seemed to be turning from its blood red to a soft lavender more and more by the day.

“Everything around here is so lovely, Togami-sama.” Komaeda gushed, looking out the windows with you from your chauffeured car on the way back from the tailors. You held the clothes on hangers in their protective cloth bag laid out across both of your laps. The driver had the divider up. You could tell it was out of fear of Komaeda than courtesy, but the result was all the same.

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” You took in his wide eyed gaze. “...It’s a shame you’re always so cooped up, isn’t it? I’ll have to take you with me on more of my day trips.”

“It’s no shame at all, ma’am.” Komaeda laughed after a beat, face confused and incredulous like he was waiting for you to admit it was a joke. “Frankly, it’s much more than I deserve-”

“I know about your case. You were brainwashed as a child .” You shook your head. “The same thing could have happened to-” Your voice cut off. A pit opened in your stomach, the same one as every time you thought about your old class.

“It’s alright, ma’am.” He said softly. “I know who you’re referring to.” He glanced back out the window, shrugging. “But at the end of the day, manslaughter still leaves people dead. Manipulated cult members are still members all the same. What does the process matter?”

“Manslaughter and murder have different charges, do they not? Leaders and followers are convicted differently-”

“Not at this scale. It’s alright, you don’t have to comfort me. If it weren’t for the four of you… you know exactly where I would be. For you two to take me in, to give me a purpose-” A smile grew on his face. “Well, I’m rather lucky.”

You were speechless. You didn’t know where to begin. Eventually, you gave up trying to.

“...there is something so… dystopian about what you’ve just said.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.” He frowned. “What I mean to say is, well, I’m in the same house you are. I’m more than at peace.”

“No, no, no.” You laughed. You laughed a bit longer than you had meant. “No. No, Komaeda, I won’t pretend for a second you and I are in the same position-”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” He dipped into as low of a bow as he could sitting down next to you. “I should have never implied you and I were the same, I’m just a lowly bug next to you, I-”

“Komaeda, raise your head for crying out loud.” You scoffed. You continued when his green-grey eyes met yours. “What I mean is that you’re a prisoner. I don’t mean to degrade you, I simply mean I know how bad-” You shook your head. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re happy here. I understand the terms of your employment. You’re trapped within the walls.”

“I don’t know where else I would go.” He shrugged. “I mean, when was the last time you made a day trip?”

Your face fell. Silence fell. Komaeda glanced around anxiously.

“I- I’m sorry-”

“You did nothing wrong.” You said quietly. “Nothing at all.” In your lap, you smoothed out Byakuya’s clothes. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding them so tightly.

*****

The gentle stream of steaming hot cream poured its way down slowly into the egg mixture in the stand mixer. You stopped, your hands, wrapped in black oven mitts, were careful to not spill any. You scrutinized the concoction carefully, searching for any signs of a curdle that might ruin the otherwise perfect consistency of your cream. You let it go for a moment, then continued on.

The pastry bread was ready and cooling on the counter next to one of the industrial ovens. Rows and rows of plain, unfilled eclairs sat waiting. Things were simple, like this: fulfilling your talent. The world seemed less hectic and you could pretend like you were a kid again, waiting for your mother to come home so you could show her what you made. You began the stream of milk again. It ran down the side of the bowl. ‘Careful…’

“Togami-sama?”

“ Eep! ” You jumped at the voice, spilling scalding cream down your arms and onto the counter. “OW!” You put down the pot quickly, splashing more onto the counter. You shook off your oven mitts and rushed to the sink, sticking your arm under a cool stream of water. “Ow…”

“I- I’m so sorry,” Komaeda stammered, hurrying over. He held out his hands, but he seemed to not know what to do. You sighed deeply. “I can’t believe I-”

“It’s… It’s okay, Komaeda.” You pulled your arm out and shut the tap. You looked at the spots the cream had gotten on you. They were red, but didn’t look like they would blister. You rested your elbows on the table and put your face in your hands. ‘Nothing is going right today…’

“Do you keep a first aid kit around here?” He asked softly.

“Drawer next to the oven.” You pointed at it without looking over. You heard his steps and him rummaging through the drawer. He tapped you gently. You looked up. He was holding a tube of pain relief ointment and a roll of bandages. You stuck your hands out for them, but he pulled them away.

“It’s the least I could do.” His face pleaded with you. You held your arms out, not at all in the mood to argue. He uncapped it and put some on his fingers.

His long fingers were so gentle spreading the gel around your arm, working slowly. It hurt a bit, but the ointment helped immediately, and he was careful with his movements. You looked up at his face. He was completely absorbed in the task, soothing your wounds with this delicate massage. The sensation of his warm hands along with the gel was confusing, but certainly nice.

You couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched you. He was so close- you could almost feel his breath against you. He bit his lip in worry and concentration. You wanted to step closer. You wanted his hands on more than your arms. Had he always been that tall-?

There was a knock at the doorframe.

Both of you jumped apart from another at once, and you realized almost as quickly how suspicious that must have seemed. If the driver standing outside the kitchen noticed this, it didn’t show on her face at all.

“Togami-san, your husband is on his way from the airport now. He will arrive in roughly two hours.”

“Ah.” Your heart was beating faster in your chest than you felt it had any right to. “Yes, thank you for letting me know.” You cleared your throat. “Thank you.” She nodded and walked away. Neither you nor Komaeda moved for a moment. “I need to finish up my baking.” Your voice came out a murmur, sounding much more hesitant than you had meant it to. He nodded, slowly.

“Should I…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t know how.

“Get a hand towel and clean this up for me, won’t you?” You asked lightly, gesturing at the counter. He smiled at you, big and bright.

“Of course!” He chirped, scurrying off to do so. You watched him as he left. The mixer was still going. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so terrible to have someone around while you baked.

*****

Everything was just so. The curtains in your bedroom were tied up, but the blinds were just barely opened. You sat on the loveseat and crossed your legs, at the ankles, not the knees. You adjusted the way the skirts of your dress fell around your legs. You cupped the open book you just scanned the pages of over and over again, your mind racing too quickly for you to actually read.

You heard him coming up the stairs. Your stomach tossed and turned. The doorknob clicked and swung open.

“I’ve arrived home.” Byakuya’s low, calm voice came from the door way. You didn’t have to fake your elated expression. You didn’t have to fake the excitement. His small but adoring smile was enough.

“Byakuya,” You beamed, jumping up and hurrying over into his arms. He took you in easily as you breathed the scent of his rich cologne on his suit in deeply. You lifted your head for a kiss. He was every bit as perfect as you remembered. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held you by the waist. You felt tiny in his hands. The kiss was sweet for just a moment. You opened your mouth, an invitation he took readily. His tongue was soft and warm and you could hear his breath begin to speed up. You pulled him even closer, deepening the kiss. He returned in kind, one hand moving up your back and the other to your ass. He kicked the door closed behind him without parting, something you couldn’t help but giggle at.

“Are you laughing at me?” He asked, murmuring it against your mouth.

“Never!” You giggled, pressing another kiss against him. You could feel his smile against your lips. His hands came up and unwrapped you from around your neck.

“What happened here?” He asked, holding your bandaged hand. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice the burns. You’d been stewing on this all day.

“I dropped one of my compacts in the bathroom and the glass broke.” You sighed. “I got cut picking up the glass.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call somebody for something like that before it gets through that pretty head of yours?” He tsked.

“You know I don’t like people in the bedroom.” You pouted. “Especially not for something as small as that.”

“Or as small as this?” He grabbed your wrist and held up your hand. You looked off to the side, still pouting. “You don’t have to worry about doing things like that anymore, doll.” He gave your knuckles a lingering kiss. You watched him, entranced. Warmth pooled below your stomach. The feeling of you husband right there in front of you, holding you, was getting to be too much. You leaned up on your tiptoes, tugging at his tie to pull him down to you. Thankfully, he obliged- it was only about a fifty-fifty shot. It seemed time away from you had made him much more susceptible to your demands than usual.

It wasn’t long before he put his hands under your hips and hoisted you up to carry you. You let out a small squeak before realizing what he was doing and adjusting accordingly. You laughed gleefully as he carried you to your bed and bent to lay you down onto it. You kept your arms and legs wrapped around him.

“Here, take these off-” You reached up to delicately pull off his glasses and fold them up. You put them down onto the ottoman at the foot of the bed, next to where he was standing. You began to unknot his unecessarily complex tie. “This too-”

“Demanding, aren’t we?” He smirked down at you.

“...Was the Eldredge really necessary today?” You furrowed your brow as your long nails struggled to pick out the loops and knots.

“Perhaps, perhaps not. Maybe I like watching you work yourself up trying to undress me.” He kissed down your neck, ending in a bite at the junction between your neck and shoulder that went on almost too long, pulling a moan from your lips as he marked you. Finally, he stood back up, looking at you as he easily undid his tie, just to rub it in your face. He pulled off his jacket too. He was a vision, standing there in his just-slightly-rumpled dress shirt, smug as can be. He finally bent back down over you, pressing you against the mattress as he kissed you.

With that out of the way, you began to work your way down his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it with practiced ease. He didn’t bother pulling away from you as he tossed aside his shirt, hands roaming up and down your body, confident in his touches. They finally found their way up your skirts. You spread your legs for him, your whimpering captured by his mouth as his fingers rubbed up and down the soaked lacy pair of panties you’d picked out just for his arrival.

“You’re like this already?” He snickered, rubbing circles in the material just above your hole. You gasped, hips pushing down against his hand to try to suck him in deeper. He shook his head, feigning disappointment. He changed targets, now moving aside the pretty wrapping and circling your swollen clit. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were something other than my cute, little, housewife.” He punctuated each word in the title with quick, rough movements that stole the breath from your lungs.

“I- I c- couldn’t- hah- ” Your brain was beginning to short circuit, each spark that shouldn’t have been there caused by another press of your clit. Byakuya was playing with your most sensitive area like a toy. You knew you were drenching his hand. “He- Help it- been w- waiting all da- ay! ” Your hands curled into the sheets and pulled. Your thighs were trembling around him.

“All day?”

‘Whoops.’

What you meant to say next was, “Figure of speech. I’d been waiting for two hours. Time moves slowly when I’m waiting for you.” But instead what came out was, “Mmm! Ah! Oh!”

“How did you know all day?” He began to move even quicker. You couldn’t uncross your eyes anymore. Instead, you shook your head, quickly but firmly. You managed to get your hands up to your mouth to cover it, both to let him know where you stood, but also to bite down on your fingers to attempt to ground yourself. “No? No, what? ” He didn’t give you room to answer. It was starting to become so overstimulating it was painful, just like the orgasm building in you by the second. Right as it began to crest and you were closer to sobbing than moaning, he pulled his hand away completely.

Your muscles relaxed all at once, your legs and arms falling down onto the bed as you panted to catch your breath. Still, the denial was uncomfortable in his own way. After just a moment, your body craved more. Your clit throbbed, aching for more stimulation already.

“It was too much for you, doll.” He sucked hard at your neck, bruising and marking it as he pleased. “You couldn’t even give me a straight answer. Go on, now. Clean up your mess.” He pressed his wet fingers against your lips. You took them in without hesitation and sucked on them like you would his cock. You didn’t mind the taste, especially with the idea of sucking him off at some point on your mind. “Good girl. Now let’s try again, alright?” He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, slick and still connected with your spit. He pulled you up into a seated position. He loomed over you, arms crossed and expression serious. He exuded that easy confidence that had drawn you to him in waves like this. “Now, how did you find out?”

But you had principles. You knew if you told him even a bit of your multi-stepped sequence he’d unravel it. You mimed zipping your lips and tossing away the key. He sighed, deeply, like he wasn’t pleased with what he had to do next.

“Alright. I suppose there’s nothing I can do if you want to be punished.” With that, his hands were back on you, and in a flurry of strong, sure hands pulling at you in a way even you didn’t completely understand, you were ass up face down in the mattress. He unzipped your dress and pushed it off of your shoulders. He pulled up your skirts and in one fluid movement, took off and pulled aside your panties. You spread your legs even further, hoping you were a pretty sight for him as he pulled up your dress skirts.

“What a waste of all of this,” He hummed, pushing two fingers into your slick hole easily, and without warning. You could hear the wet noises coming from his movements as he fucked them in and out of you without hurry. You cried out into the mattress, tightening around him, trying to keep him there, but just as you did, he pulled them out. “Oh well.” He said. Without another word, his hand came down in a sharp, painful strike against your ass.

“ Oh, fuck!” You shouted, and were immediately embarrassed at your reaction. You didn’t need to look at Byakuya to know what a condescending look he was giving you. Picturing it made your pussy squeeze around nothing. You hoped you weren’t dripping even more now.

“Language.” He said simply. He drew his hand back and spanked you once more, this one just as hard, but on the other side. You buried your face into the sheets in an attempt to muffle your noises. At once, he made his stance on this clear. “Oh, no, I don’t think so,” He gathered your hair together and pulled your face back up. You were sure any of the staff who had unfortunate timing in bringing Byakuya’s luggage upstairs would hear you. The shame made both your face and loins grow hot. “That doesn’t mean you get to hide that pretty mouth away.” He spanked you once more. You didn’t bother concealing it anymore. You yelped out at the hit.

“ Oww… ” You whined, mostly to yourself. Byakuya rubbed his hands soothingly over the stinging flesh. They felt hot against the abused skin.

“We can stop now, if you’d like.” His voice was much too kind to mean anything good. “If you want to admit to me what little rat told you about my whereabouts.”

“Not a rat- an informant. ” You hissed out, the harsh treatment stripping away your usually kind tone. “And I’m not a sell-out- ”

One, two, three spanks in quick succession, all to the same cheek. Your hips bucked furiously, seeking his touch and reprieve simultaneously. You felt a bead of sweat drip down your thighs. It was beginning to become too much again. You let your torso melt into the bed. You weren’t going to tell him, that much was sure- so the best course of action was to ride out the storm.

“Anything can be bought with the right amount.” It was a core Togami principle you’d heard from him on more than one occasion. He dragged his crotch against your core, the bulging seam of the fabric pressing into you.

“ Yes, Byakuya, please. ” You pleaded, holding still for him to grind against you at his own pace. You couldn’t imagine the mess you must have been making of his expensive dress pants. It only turned you on more, knowing how easily he ruined- and let you ruin- a pair of pants that cost more than you used to make in a week. You could feel his fully hard length against you. It had been too long for sure. You realized it wasn’t just teasing from him. You really were desperate to have his cock inside you once more. “Please, please, please, please- ”

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir!” You replied at once. You loved indulging him. You loved bending the knee at once so you could watch just how well he took charge. Your quick obedience clearly pleased him. He practically growled as he hurriedly took off his belt and unzipped his pants.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit, “Is this what you want so badly? What you’ve been waiting for all day? ” He pushed in the slightest bit. He held your waist tight and unyielding. His grasp didn’t hurt yet, but you were sure that would change in just a bit.

“Yes, sir! Please, sir!” You sobbed, doing your best not to wiggle too much under him. You knew how much he hated that.

He grit his teeth, “ Tell me who told you.” You shut your mouth at once, but you couldn’t help the noises coming from your throat. “So be it.” In one, swift motion, he buried himself inside of you. You yelped, but he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to his long, thick length before he began to slam his hips into you over and over so deeply it was almost cruel. The fabric and zipper of his pants scratched against your sore skin. His other hand wrapped around your waist and helped him gain leverage, rocking your body back and forth like you were weightless just to meet him in each thrust.

“Byakuya, Byakuya- ” Your voice held the cadence of a plea, but even you didn’t know what for. You were sure if he wasn’t holding you up, your knees would have given out you would have fallen further into the mattress. “Please,” Your voice came out a whisper, sprinkled with the broken up noises falling from your lips with each thrust.

“Look at you, doll,” He huffed a breathless laugh. “Debased under me, begging for my cock- this is your favorite duty as my lovely little housewife, isn’t it? This is what you’re good for.” You mewled in response to a perfectly timed press against the very deepest parts of you. “That’s what I thought. I can tell you’re close. You make it so obvious,” Another slap rang out, another stinging pleasure. “Do you wanna cum around your husband’s cock? The one you missed so much you schemed to figure out when I’d come home? Maybe I should tell you more often so I can have you wait at the door for me, kneeling-” He grunted as he adjusted both of you. He leaned down now so his chest was pressed flush against your back, his voice in your ear. “Ruining all those pretty panties I buy for you.”

He was right. Your orgasm was building and building, tight in your body and clearing your mind of anything except for the need to seek it out. Byakuya’s words only brought it that much closer-

And then as he was buried deep inside of you, he stopped. You didn’t complain, not at first. You thought maybe he was going to finally get onto the bed with you, or perhaps adjust you in another way. You waited patiently for his hands but they didn’t move from their spot. You turned around, but he seemed to be waiting for something too.

“Do you wanna tell me now?” He rolled his hips, the slow drag of his cock inside of you sent a new rush of heat up your spine, but it was nothing compared to the feeling you’d had just moments before. You shook your head. “Alright then, let’s try again.”

And at once he continued. You could do nothing but take it as he went on, relentless. This time, however, one hand dipped past your hip, slid down your stomach and down to your clit. He began to rub your clit once more.

“W- wait, wait, please, wait-” But he paid you no heed, instead switching between quickly circling and gently pinching and rubbing your clit between his fingers. The feeling was overwhelming. Your whole body shook under him. It was growing difficult to form words or even think them. The orgasm grew even quicker now.

“Are you ready to tell me now?”

“Hmmnnahhh-”

“You just have to nod for me.”

But you didn’t. You kept your neck rigid. It wasn’t too hard with the way all of your muscles were tensing, doing their best to try to keep up with the stimulation. Byakuya made an impatient, annoyed noise. You were so close, right there-

His hand fell away again and his hips stilled. This time, you certainly did complain. You couldn’t help it. Though there were no words, just needy slurring as you struggled to catch your breath.

“You get so tight right before you cum.” He said, answering a question you didn’t know you had. “I know your body inside and out.” For as composed as he was trying to sound, you could hear his tone only grow more and more hungry. You knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. If nothing else, once he finished the torture would stop. You snaked a hand down to your clit. “Absolutely not.” He grabbed both of your hands and pinned them behind your back, pushing you down hard, trapped between him and the bed. There was no escape.

You grinned. You were right where you wanted to be.

When your breathing had evened out again, he started to fuck you once more. He couldn’t rub your clit this time, but he drove you into the mattress, using the way you were pinned down to make sure each of his thrusts bottomed you out.

You were incredibly full and held down- like this, there was nothing you had to worry about. There were no responsibilities, nothing to organize, no one to care for. Your only concern was to give your body to him, and you did so readily. Even if you didn’t cum, you’d gotten what you came for: a completely wrung out mind.

You vaguely registered Byakuya’s own quiet groans, the control over himself slipping and his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. You could always pin point the moment he lost himself in the feeling, a realization that never failed made your heart flutter just a bit, even after all the time you’d been together. In a couple of moments-

He didn’t disappoint. With a gutteral moan, he stuffed you to the hilt, the head of his cock pressed snugly against your cervix, pumping load after load of cum inside of you. You wrapped your foot around the back of his thigh the best you could, pulling him even closer. It was just too much. Your moans grew higher and higher in pitch, your inner muscles flexed around him once, twice, and then you reached your own climax with a triumphant cry. It washed through you, warm and powerful and worth how much you’d sought it out.

He didn’t let your hips fall into the mattress. He even wrapped an arm around them, continuing to roll his hips against you, making sure to spill every last drop inside of you. He released your hands, but you just used them to pull his other arm around you, too. You knew what he was after- no sex happened without him doing his best to knock you up. It was why he’d always make you stay home, after all. He wanted a pretty breeding bunny to have a beautiful, healthy Togami heir or five.

The two of you stayed in that position for a long moment. He gave your back a lingering kiss as you caught your breath. You held each other wordlessly, an attempt to make sure his seed stayed in you, but something much more than that. Byakuya was a man of subtlety at his heart. He sought his endless ambitions without putting them into words. But you could tell what he was saying by watching what he did carefully. From your husband, this was a silent admission of weakness. An action that told you ‘I missed you.’ much more clearly than waiting around for him to say it out loud.

Finally, when both of your muscles began to burn and it became too noticeable that you needed to clean up, he pulled away. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you. You waited in the position as he tucked himself away and gathered a small washcloth from the bathroom. You reached out for it, but he ignored your hand, coming around to clean you up himself.

“I… admire your resilience .” Despite his slightly mocking tone and the obvious circumstances, you knew he meant it. It only confirmed your hypothesis about how badly he’d missed you on this extra-long trip. You smiled into the mattress. You knew he didn’t need you to say anything.

#nagito komaeda #byakuya togami #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #byakuya x reader #byakuyga togami x reader #komaeda nagito #togami byakuya #danganronpa #dr2 #drthh #bunnywrites #nothing comes for free

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Sorry, only messaging on anon cause I can’t send an ask on the right account but, I mean I totally get what you’re saying about Komaeda as a whole but I think some things are being overlooked. For one, in regards to his actions in well, the whole story really, I have to present a question. Do we hold children accountable for their actions? Yes, to a point, but we also acknowledge that their brains aren't developed and there are certain processes that they are quite literally incapable of. The same can be said of Komaeda. His brain is literally deteriorating, which in a way could be akin to a child with an undeveloped brain, and the parts that get damaged first in most cases of FTD are all parts of the brain that have to do with moral judgement. specifically the ability to recognize something as morally right or wrong, ability to recognize whats socially appropriate, and ability to empathize (this is all just mostly the ventromedial cortex, so there are countless other symptoms that come into play but) as well as an increasing loss of self awareness. If he were just mentally ill, i would agree that his actions are definitely his fault and his own but in this case, it's much trickier. is a person whose brain is literally deteriorating someone we should consider a moral agent? is this someone in control of themselves enough to be accountable for their actions in full? i wouldn't say so.

but also another thing is that i personally love chiaki, and i have no issues with hinami but i also think its odd that you're anti komahina. like, i mean there are ships im less fond of or that i even think would be better/worse than others but i dont see why if its not the one you like most that you need to reject it entirely. the only times i think thats really necessary is in cases of shipping abusers with their victims or ships thats are problematic i.e. age difference. beyond that, isnt it just easier to idk man…. accept that you’re not gonna agree with every ship you see? Just an observation.

I hear and I get what you are trying to say but I think you fail to get a few things while yes his dementia influences his actions to some degree it’s also due to his obsession with and as nagito said he doesn’t mind killing or being killed if it’s for the sake of hope and while his dementia does affect his perception a bit it’s not enough considering he’s one of the most perceptive characters in the game considering he’s the one who usually has it all figured out so I don’t think the comparison to a child really works with a character like him and if he’s at least aware enough to have a distinct sense of right and wrong(regardless of how screwed up it is) I do think that is enough to be held accountable

If you want to know it’s mostly because I find the ship to be toxic and the fans to be annoying (Everytime I criticize nagito’s actions guess how many fans are in the inbox or comment section are there it’s a pain I tell you) and I was annoyed at all the dr3 Chiaki hate plus hinanami hate (seriously if someone gripes about how despair arc forgot komahina again I’m gonna scream)

So I sort of decided that i should return the favor now I understand that there are worse ships out of there but none of their fans have ever given me a reason to go after them (unlike most komahina fans)

And because nagito’s treatment of hajime in chapter 4 and 5 just bugs me

Because while nagito doesn’t act like fuyuhiko(pre chapter 2) or hiyoko during this time what makes it bugs me is who he’s saying it to

Hajime is someone very insecure about himself and struggles with his self worth due to his lack of talent and very much doesn’t like having his insecurities touched at

So to see someone who supposedly loves him call him worthless And make him out to be dead weight just bugs me

And unlike Souda or toko who both get off on this kind of treatment hajime doesn’t not enjoy it

So it just annoys and disturbs me

I hope my answer was worth your time

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #anti komahina

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seth-burroughs · 4 months

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benefits of being yomi kin:

makes me twice as cool and sexy and automatically makes me the objectively correct authority on Yomi's character it is impossible for me to be wrong and if u tell me im wrong ill start scream crying on the floor

won kin lottery and is capable of distinguishing between Yomi Hellsmile the character and Yomi Hellsmile The Character allowing me to both quite literally be that guy and keep another version of him as my blorbo. Manifesting in the ability of fantasizing bout yomi suffering iykwim AND getting past the masochist allegations <3 Also yeah the Yomi fic is currently in works no I will not answer questions on it

this yaoihellsmile shit is sooo easy someone asks me "ouuuyy honey unwrangle my dingle in ur boioioiong and by sproingle well heh lets jsut say. my peanits. any thoughts on that mr yaoi?" and i just answer honestly straight from the heart no bullshit no rp skillz required

woaghhhhhh......... Former director of the peacekeepers homunculus clone Yomi Hellsmile from Master Detective Archives: Rain Code by Spike Chunsoft........ holy shshshit. He's Real......

disadvantages of being yomi kin:

the regular bullshittery that comes free with being fictionkin of any kind cut my wife into pieces this is my last divorce

everybody and their mom hates Yomi and even if the tag here is way less outright aggressive and I can just easily block anyone who makes me uncomfortable in any capacity, youtube is just unusable. Just. AuUUUghhhh. I know one of my fave dr youtubers is gonna play mdarc this year and I also know he's gonna absolutely hate Yomi with a passion and frequently pause the game to talk about how terrible he his yes we get it you are allowed to have opinions on fictional characters and aren't doing anything wrong by it whatever im gonns look up yomi softcore on pixiv fuka u

overly complicates my already fucked sense of self

Blood cravings got even worse😔 bad BAD this isn't sustenance it's toxic as hell christ dude STOP❗❗

not extremely likely but still very possible nightmare scenario where the precipitation cipher gets Big attracting those people and getting bombarded with kinnie jokes and annoying Ironic Kin For Fun crowd finding its way here. And that is the at best scenario, the worst one is 2015 kin drama reignited in 2020s you can't "kin" this character unless you're x or x, you can absolutely control who you're kin with and if i don't like your very voluntary choice you should stop (just stop man <3 i won't tell you how the fuck 😊) being fictionkin with a sinful evil abuser linux user makes you a bad person that deserves to be ostracized and harassed until you unlearn your problematic ways oh my god do any of you remember 2015 warrior cat kin drama what the fuck was that. i wasn't around in danganronpa fandom during that time but im pretty sure it may have been even worse there which is insane to even think about. but i mean like hey at least fictionkin were taken (mostly.) seriously back then (albeit considered deeply cringe by the masses) and not reduced to a cheap komaeda kinnies amiright joke

i suffered more than jesus actually. the demotion and arrest was SUPER unfair and cringe guys i promise im not gonna torture people from now on you can trust me in a position of power please please please no one did it like i did it

EJ MARTINA DZIE MIE KURWA WYWIEŹLI CO TO ZA ZADUPIE MARTINA. MARTINA NIE WYTRZYMAM JUŻ WEŹ HELIKOPTER I MIE KURWA ZABIERZ Z TEGO CHLEWU MAM DOŚĆ POMOCY <- wygnany do Rzeczypospolitej za swoje zbrodnie😔

Yomi is Real (threatening)

#fictionkin coming out post #mom... dad... I'm Yomi He-[GETS IMMEDATELLY TRANSPORTED VIA A POLICE VAN TO THE NEAREST PRISON COMPLEX]#Would youy still lobe me if I. martina cube incident yakouver incident blank week murder spree incident meatbun incident former ceo incide-#mine #rain code #yomi hellsmile

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kmhnsecretexchange · 5 months

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Title: in a veil of great disguises

Author: katspaw

For: 12wingedangel

Pairings/Characters: Komaeda/Hinata

Rating/Warnings: T

Prompt: Post HPA AU with co-dependent failed project Hinata and Servant Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52562035

The stone walls of his childhood home looked solid and familiar, even against the blood red sky. "There," he managed, sagging a little against Hajime's side. "It's still standing. How lucky." In return, Hajime sighed in what have been relief, frustration, or nothing at all. It was hard to tell with him, these days.

"Let's keep moving," he said eventually, and repositioned Nagito's arm over his shoulder. The last mile or so had been rough going for both of them. The adrenaline and shock of the afternoon had worn off, and Nagito was dizzy from blood loss and the pain that his body had been politely holding back. Hajime had had to almost drag him along step by step.

The gate had long been worked open by thieves or vandals, the family car stolen and probably crashed somewhere in the street, or maybe through the window of a nearby shop. Hajime shouldered the remains of the metal gate aside and fumbled with the doorknob. The interior wasn't in much better shape than the exterior - it had clearly been ransacked and then picked over. A splatter of blood had dried on the farthest wall, although the source wasn't clear. Nagito had hoped seeing the place he'd grown up in in this state would have had more of an impact on him, but he found he barely cared. It had never felt much like a home after his parents had died. How unfortunate, to not even gain some despair from the situation.

"Is there anyone here?" Nagito called out. Beside him, Hajime went still. The house remained quiet, no answering call or suspicious noises. That didn't mean they were alone, of course.

"Hajime, would you go and check upstairs? That's a job even a talentless reserve course dropout can handle, I think."

Hinata settled him against the wall and headed up the stairs, but didn't respond. That was okay. Actually, it was better than okay; it was a good thing. When Hinata had still gotten angry at being called true things like 'talentless', he had often yelled at Nagito and stormed off on his own. Now Hajime never left his side. And the despair Nagito felt when Hajime failed to react like he should only helped to further Nagito's hope.

"I'm... really lucky, aren't I?" Nagito murmured to himself, and raised a hand to run through his own hair before he realized which hand he'd tried to use. The realization sent a bubble of hysteria rising through his chest. Hajime appeared at the top of the stairs before he could fully erupt into laughter.

"Oh, finished looking around already?" He extended his left hand imperiously towards Hajime, the hand dangling limply from its wrist. Hajime grabbed him by the elbow instead and pulled him upright, steadying him when Nagito swayed on his feet.

"Yeah. It's in okay shape," Hajime said quietly, as they made their slow, unsteady way up the stairs. "There's still some medical supplies in your room."

Medical supplies were the last thing on Nagito's mind, of course. The pain he was feeling was only what he deserved, for listening to the words of someone horrible like Junko Enoshima. It was the despair that was going to power his hope... or maybe it was Hajime's despair, Hajime's hope. He'd been avoiding looking at the hand all afternoon.

"It's lucky that we got here first, don't you think, Hajime?"

Hajime trailed after him as he hunted around the wreckage, finally coming across a desk that was still in good condition. "And even more lucky, I found this," he waved the hacksaw that must have come from some workshop or classroom.

Hajime had been completely stoic in the face of Junko's mangled corpse, but now as Nagito set his left arm against the desk and held up the hacksaw, judging the angle of the cut, he saw Hajime twitch.

Hajime ferried him into the first room on the right, supporting Nagito on his shoulder. His childhood bedroom. The bedframe groaned ominously when Hajime lowered him onto the mattress, but it held. Hajime vanished into the attached bathroom while Nagito settled gingerly back against the headboard. The walls were mostly bare now, his posters and shelves of decorations smashed or torn. The wall that had once held a Hope's Peak banner had marks gouged into the drywall, as though whoever had been here to loot the house had wanted to demolish the words.

Maybe that was for the best. They'd come here once before, right after Nagito's class had faked their deaths. That was right as the Tragedy was getting started, spreading from Hope's Peak like a viral infection. Junko had found Hajime first - bad luck, or good luck? - right before Nanami's death. The revelations about Hope's Peak's unethical human experimentation, its disregard for its Reserve Course students, its leadership's mismanagement, all combined into a firestorm among the public. Of course, Junko had held up Hajime as a prime example of Hope's Peak's corruption. A group of mad scientists, manipulating a Reserve Course student into volunteering his brain and body for experiments that would give him talent, and it wasn't even successful! He was a symbol of despair for his entire class, and, as it turned out, the nation.

When Nagito had seen him, Junko's hand wrapped around his arm, her red nails digging into his bicep, he had barely recognized Hajime. He'd always had such an expressive face, and a bevvy of anxious little habits that screamed, 'I don't belong here!' more loudly than his ugly Reserve Course uniform ever could. The man being jostled and pawed over by Junko was still and compliant. His hair was close cropped, like it had been shaved recently, but that stubborn cowlick of Hajime's was still present. It wasn't enough to distract from the healing surgical wounds on his forehead. Their eyes had met while Junko's words washed over him, pointless white noise. In Hajime's gaze was recognition without any kind of reaction. Blank acknowledgment.

It wasn't as though Nagito believed in despair the way his classmates did. They were too shortsighted to see how despair was only a stepping stone for hope, how everything Junko had set into motion was just a way to test them, to see how well they could overcome despair. But in that moment, he'd been reminded of its power, the same way he had been when his parents had died, or when his doctor had called him to explain his diagnosis. That dark certainty that something irreplaceable had been lost, that what had broken could never be fixed.

Of course, he'd been wrong to think even for a moment that hope couldn't overcome that feeling. When Junko had grown bored with Hajime and tossed him away, it was Nagito he'd gravitated to, following after him like a stray dog hoping for scraps. Those first days together, Nagito had looked so desperately for signs of the Hajime he knew. It was only when they'd come here, to the house his parents had left him, that Nagito had seen any real emotions from him. Hajime had drifted around the room, looking at the Hope's Peak memorabilia with an increasingly pained expression, but he'd listened to Nagito tell him that Hope's Peak had had to become a symbol of despair to fulfill its purpose. "It wasn't what I thought it was," was all he'd said, when Nagito had gotten too breathless to continue and had had to sit down. Hajime had sat with him and leaned against him, unselfconsciously affectionate in a way that had always been hard for Hajime to show. That was really when Nagito had understood the gift his luck had given him.

"...Hey, don't fall asleep."

"Hmm?" When had he closed his eyes? Hajime was kneeling on the ground in front of him, a medical kit open beside him.

"Don't worry, Hajime. It won't become infected," Nagito told him, "the bad luck of having such a disgusting person's hand attached to me will prevent anything like that from happening, I'm sure." It took an effort not to look too obviously thrilled when Hajime ignored what he was saying and started gently applying disinfectant around the edges of the wound.

"I don't mind," he said, pausing when Nagito winced at a particularly tender edge of the wound.

"Aha... as you can see, Hajime, I'm completely useless right now." His hand was shaking so badly he could barely hold... well, what was soon to be his other hand. There was something funny in that, wasn't there? He couldn't stop laughing, anyway. "Will you help me?"

That wrinkle in Hajime's brow had only gotten deeper, but he didn't recoil in disgust from Nagito, like any reasonable person would. Instead he knelt down, his terrible Reserve Course uniform pants getting soaked with Nagito's blood, and picked up the suture packet. "I... don't mind. But..."

"I'll tell you how to do it," Nagito told him, forcing it out around the hysterical laughter that kept overtaking him. He did his best to press Junko's limp hand against the open wounds of his arm, the pain only making him laugh harder.

Hajime's stitches were messy, uneven and rushed, but they held. Every time the needle pierced Nagito's skin, Hajime would reach up with his free hand and quickly pet at Nagito's shoulder or back, as though in apology. Those moments were like little stars of hope in a sea of despair. He didn't deserve them at all, but it only made them feel more precious. He didn't deserve Hajime's stitches in his skin either, but he had them anyway - pieces of art, evidence of Hajime's devotion, forever a part of the fabric of his body now.

"There's painkillers," Hajime told him and began putting away the antibiotic gel, apparently satisfied. "You should--"

"No," Nagito cut him off. "It's what trash like me deserves, after all, for having anything to do with Ultimate Despair. You don't think so, Hajime?"

Hajime wasn't frowning, exactly, but his eyebrows had pulled together sharply. "No, I don't."

Nagito waited, but Hajime didn't argue further. He made a point of setting the painkillers on the nightstand, and Nagito made a point of ignoring them.

"I'll keep an eye out for anyone trying to break in," Hajime said eventually, setting aside the medical kit. "You should probably rest."

"We'd hear them from here, don't you think?" Nagito asked, shuffling back on the bed and being sure to leave some extra space. In reality, of course, it didn't matter at all whether Hajime kept watch or not. His luck meant that either they'd be completely undisturbed, or they would be attacked, regardless of how careful they were. Hajime didn't seem to care. He often insisted on staying up when Nagito tried to sleep, although it wasn't as though Hajime needed any less rest than he did. Nagito had fallen asleep now with his head resting against Hajime's shoulder or cradled in his lap too many times to count.

Hajime hesitated. "Yeah..."

"Telling me to rest when he's been awake longer than I have..." Nagito murmured thoughtfully to the room at large. "Maybe Hajime wants to collapse while we're traveling tomorrow and that's why he's not resting either..."

He was rewarded with Hajime's sigh as he climbed onto the mattress beside Nagito, twisting so they were lying face to face. Hajime's eyes were breathtaking from this close. Completely ordinary in every way, but breathtaking.

"You know, Hajime," he began conversationally, throwing his arm over Hajime's shoulder and pulling him close. "I'll need your help a lot more now. It's best if you're never very far from me. I was thinking of getting you a collar and a leash, like a dog. Or maybe more of a chain... What do you think?"

"...You should wear one too," Hajime said evenly. "That way neither of us can go off on our own, right?"

"Ahaha... I'm so glad you agree!"

Even now, he wasn't sure what Hajime was getting from this arrangement, if he felt the same way that Nagito did. That light in his beautiful, plain eyes might be obsession, devotion, a fear of being left alone. It might be better if it was all three, really, and Hajime had every incentive to stay by his side, no matter how the world burned. All that mattered, Nagito thought, was that in the right light, it looked like love.

#kmhnsecretexchange #fanfiction #sfw #komahina #sdr2

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agonizingdespair · 3 months

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Here are some interesting observations I have made regarding both Fnaf and Danganronpa that relate to each other. It may just be confirmation bias, but its still fun to point these out:

Killer robot bears

In DR 1 monokuma says "you look like you've seen a ghost. A robot bear... ghost?" Which is something that fnaf revolves around. And I don't just mean robot bears possessed by ghosts, we have ghosts that take the form of robot bears too. Specifically this happens during the scene when Monokuma explains to Makoto that his bathroom door doesn't fit the frame.

Both use the same stock clock chime sound effect, which is iconic to players of both games.

Both have an in joke in the community regarding butter because of an iconic, absurd moment involving the substance (Exotic Butters, and Mondo butter)

Both have a lot of dark humor, bizzare moments, fourth wall breaking, odd spin offs, weird anime moments, and tones that can range from light and goofy to dark and depressing. As a result of this clash in tone, both have become incredibly bizzare.

Both have crazy sci-fi elements that come out of nowhere.

The main two animals in both are a bear and a rabbit, in that order of significance.

One April fools day, r/fnaf and r/danganronpa collabed, with each temporarily becoming a sub dedicated to the other. Some people still have flairs from the other series on those subreddits.

As r/deathbattlematchups can attest, there are a lot of odd similarities between William Afton and Junko Enoshima, enough that the entire community there became split about the match up, and it has become an iconic match up there "a legacy battle" even, just like Mario vs sonic or goku vs superman. A short version of these connections will (maybe) be listed in a separate post. And yes the match up was supposedly acknowledged by the people behind death battle as "something they will consider". They are definitely aware of the match up.

Both had sequels that made their own series exist in universe.

Both have fanbases that are generally regarded negatively. Though as a fan of both, I do not necessarily agree or disagree with this assessment.

Both came out in the first half of the 2010's

Both have a well known Tumblr Sexyman (William Afton and Nagito Komaeda), enough so to both appear on the infamous Tumblr Sexyman poll. Afton only made it through the first round (though his opponent was Spamton and this was in 2022) and Nagito only made it to the second round. Both series also have a secondary Tumblr Sexyman in Michael Afton and Kokichi Ouma. Neither of which were on the poll but are still highly noteworthy, and both purple (Michael has purple skin, Kokichi has purple hair and eyes)

Each has a bazillion variants to their respective robot bears.

Both feature security cameras in almost every room as well as featuring monitors.

Simulated realities and artificial humans are common plot points.

Both have characters with a split personality where one side is homicidal and insane.

Toy bears with a video feed inside, that can be spoken through remotely by the primary villain who does so from a secret room within the main facility. Where have I heard that one before?

Faz-Coins (or Faz-Tokens, its gone by both names) and Mono-Coins. Both are even gold coins hidden around the environment with the mascots face emblazoned on them.

Funtime Freddy and Monokuma are both two colored (one of the colors is white, and in the fourth closet funtime Freddy is black and white just like Monokuma) killer robot bears who are super high tech and have higher pitched voices. Monokuma has an over the top and deranged sense of humor and in one of the books we see the same as true in a version of Funtime Freddy.

Both Spike Chunsoft and Steel Wool Studios are both really only known for each respective title.

Both have a thing where in their communities, fan made games often with the same or better quality to the original product are commonplace.

Danganronpa hit an all time high on Google trends in 2021 in the U.S and around the same time Fnaf was the highest it had been since 2017 during its long and steep decline from its initial explosion in 2014. These events can be attributed to new releases made by both in 2021. With ultimate summer camp S being released in November, but getting its world wide release in December, and Fnaf Security breach also in December. In their home countries each also had a massive spike relative to their own position in 2023, with DR in January and Fnaf in October.

The fnaf movie plays out more like a detective thriller than horror movie, and Danganronpa is a series of murder mysteries. The initial trilogy of fnaf novels and the first Danganronpa light novel both also have this, and feature female protagonists who have a lot to do with what's going in, but aren't aware of it, have memory issues, and turn out to not be who they believe themselves to be.

Danganronpa has a tendency to take away characters memories, and Fnaf has a tendency to give characters looks into other people's memories or let memories linger in objects or places.

In both series, Agony and Despair respectively are both forces that can affect the mind, and spread like an infection. Its a bit more literally tangible in FNaF but DR focuses on it more so it balances out. This is the basis for one of the many aforementioned Afton and Enoshima connections: both are obsessed with the respective substance and its effects and view it as the strongest emotion (the fourth closet shows that Agony is the source of Aftons immortality, and other sources also support that most remnant that powers animatronics and haunted objects is very specifically Agony based. They are not completely separate.)

Back to back (or at least, with nothing in between the two on their community page), popular YouTube channel Dead Meat announced they were doing a Danganronpa kill count, then they streamed the first fnaf game, likely in preparation for the movie. I even made a post about it back on obsessedwithecho, which I reposted here.

Two popular Danganronpa based youtubers made videos where they got into FNaF and became full fnaf fans (SHSL Blaze, and then Weeby Newz). In both cases it was very popular relative to their other videos, and both were often titled, at least initially as "Danganronpa fan plays Fnaf" or something of the sort. It should be noted they are friends and Weeby was inspired to do so by Blaze, so it's not a coincidence this happened in both cases.

There are at least two, very high quality rap battles on YouTube that are "Monokuma vs Freddy Fazbear". Its rare to see two of the same match up unless the two characters often get compared. But they don't. And yet there's still two of them.

One of the most popular fnaf fan game series "Dayshift at Freddys" is a visual novel, just like Danganronpa is. (There's also a lot of other, older fnaf visual novel fangames, but those aren't as popular and were mostly dating sims and stuff)

In both series deaths that are highly bizzare, brutal, or both, are highly common. Here's a mixed list of examples from both, all from official materials, though excluding fnaf fanverse stuff. Unless you know at least one of these series well enough, it might be hard to distinguish which comes from which. Having your innards scooped out, turning into butter, turning into a kids at play sign, turning into a candy statue, being spahettified by a black hole and woven into undergarments, being crushed to death in a mascot costume while drowning in your own blood and being impaled from all angles, pummeled to death by rapid fire baseballs at machine gun levels of speed, burning alive, being hit by a truck, being burned alive then hit by a truck, stabbed to death with scissors and crucified, male pregnancy, being seasoned and then dipped in a volcano, being converted into a mass of genetically modified sea-monkeys, cancer, suicide by poison, being crushed to death underneath the floor of a ticket jumping machine, killed in the crossfire of a fight between two giant robot mascots, crushed by a trash compactor, round trip from earth to space, suicide by robot made solely to assist in said suicide, death by sharks, face eaten by a cupcake, brainwashed by a digital consciousness, stabbed from under a floorboard, face cut off by a guillotine paper slicer, forced to wear a mask with running buszzsaws inside,

There is a reference to the dish known as "eggs benedict" in both games. Though in one its a memorable joke and on the other its a throwaway remark. Here's the DR2 transcript for proof:

Both have a bunch of comparisons to the Saw franchise as well, but not as overly specific and bizzare as these examples.

That's all for now. I'll post more examples later but for now I just want to get this post out its been in my drafts since before I made this sideblog. Lol.

#five nights at freddy's #danganronpa #comparison #coincidence #fnaf #fandom crossover #fascinating

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