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@wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight continued from this ask.

With Gundham's 'habit' of using sex as a show of dominance -- something Teruteru, Kazuichi, and even Fuyuhiko could attest to first hand-- it really was no surprise he'd found a way to get Nagito on his knees for him. It's more of a surprise that it hadn't happened sooner, really.

What was also a surprise was that Kazuichi had wanted to join in-

Okay, no it wasn't. Ever since coming out as bi and learning how to calm the hell down when it came to literally everything, Kaz had found he was more than a bit of a whore. Gundham had been a hatefuck even before he had come out, of which had helped him realize that he wasn't as straight as he had convinced himself to be.

He liked being at someone's mercy, what a fuckin' surprise.

Sometimes he did like to be in charge, if only a little bit, and watching as Gundham shut and locked his dorm door after a rather blunt proposition to the other two boys (First catching Nagito after class, and then Kaz on their way to the dorms, the mechnic simply knowing what was about to transpire) he decided he totally got where the breeder was coming from with the whole 'I'm better than you, you're the dirt beneath my boots, worship me' Thing.

If he wasn't sure of his part to play before, he definitely knew what he wanted now.

Snaking his arms around Nagito's waist from behind, Kaz pressed his already half hard member against his backside, those sharp teeth giving the faintest of nibbles at the pale skin where shoulder and neck met. "Soooo, what're we gonna do to 'im?"

Gundham gave a chuckle at Kaz's eagerness as coat and scarf were removed, a plan able to fully form in his mind now that he knew Kaz would be his partner in this instead of Nagito's. For now, at least. Gundham wouldn't be surprised if the mechnic broke down and begged to be fucked somewhere down the line, almost hoping it would come to pass. How pretty he sounded when was pleading to be touched...

"I was thinking we would allow our guest to choose, seeing as it was not our original plan for a third. Not that it's unwelcome, mind you." The reassurance was quick, Gundham not liking the nervous look that fell across Kaz's face, like he had inconvenienced them or something.

"What say you, Cursed One?" Low in tone, heavy boots made their way to the pair in slow, calculated steps, Gundham's hand reaching up to grip at Nagito's chin to force his attention his way. "The Tamer of Automatons is quite clever with that tongue of his, though mine is not to be disserviced either." Purred, Nagito's head was titled up as Gundham leaned just a breath away from his lips, all the while Kaz pressed nipping kisses along his throat. He wasn't breaking skin, not yet, but it was a show at just how dangerous those teeth could be.

"Or perhaps you wish for one of us to fuck you, the other taking this pretty little mouth of yours. Or you us? I would not be opposed to having you on your knees before me, and neither would Kazuichi, I do believe. Though I am not one to submit so easily, if that is the path you wish to tread. Kazuichi on the other hand..." Sputtered protest rang over Nagito's shoulder, even if it was true, quickly silenced with a pointed look of darkened eyes, that had Kaz swallowing hard.

"Well? What do you wish of us?"

                     the proposition had initially surprised him, but it was one komaeda was eager to accept. honored, to accept even. excitement stirring up within him even before souda had been invited to join in as well. something that komaeda also wasn't opposed to in the slightest. to have one of them interested in something like this was one thing... but both of them?

                     he felt so lucky!

                     breath hitches in his throat as he feels souda pressed up against him, body tensed in anticipation. just the feeling of lips and teeth on his skin is enough to get him worked up. how hard he's already gotten would be embarrassing were he capable of being embarrassed by such a thing. thankfully for him, he's not. even though that, too, would probably be a turn-on...

                     eyes stay locked onto tanaka as he removes his coat and scarf, eager to hear the answer to souda's question. but rather than receive one, the onus on answering is given to him.

                     the pounding in his chest increases as his chin is grabbed; his eyes locking with tanaka's, his eagerness shining clearly within them. he swallows visibly as his options are listed, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. he could never make one of them submit to him, of that he's certain. if they were some nobodies, sure, but that wasn't the case. they were chosen people — symbols of hope — the ultimates specially chosen to attend this academy. to attempt to take control in a situation like this would be impudent — it was ridiculous to even consider.

                     ‶  i couldn't possibly ask you guys to service someone so unworthy.  ″ it wasn't his place — but he doesn't sound disheartened by it. no, he was quite content with this role in this world. the one only he believed that he had. he smiles, almost softly, his hand coming to rest on tanaka's shoulder for the time being.  ‶  i wouldn't mind you both using me for your own pleasure. actually — i insist!  ″

                     it's not as if komaeda is one to hand things over easily; not often, at least. he likes to challenge, he likes to see them overcome the odds and come out the other end even better than before. as much as he claims to want to be useful to them all — for them to use him — a stepladder could hardly be called a stepladder if you didn't have to climb it.

                     ‶  please, feel free to do whatever you want to me. though, i can't promise i'll give anything up for free either.  ″ a laugh mixes with his last words, light and airy —  almost a little mischievous. naturally, he knows he can be moved around by either of these two no problem. he's weak and frail, easily picked up — pinned down — thrown around — you name it. still, it's fun to play a more teasing role every now and then.  ‶  haha, but i'm sure the ultimate breeder wouldn't have any trouble taming such a lowly beast, right? well — i guess that goes for the both of you, huh?  ″

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                     note-taking on looseleaf paper, huh? well, komaeda wasn't going to call ouma out on their bullshit. it didn't really matter to him either way. he just takes the paper and turns it over so he can use it for his purposes. the tip of his pencil lightly touches against the page, but pauses before he makes an actual mark.

                     ‶  ah... but what to draw...  ″ he doesn't have the imagination for this — at least, that's what he feels. a small frown makes its way onto his face, brows furrowed as he focuses on the blank page in front of him. ——— he guesses he has inspiration right here, though.

                     eyes lift up to his underclassman, studying their expression for a moment. ouma had drawn a few self-portraits of themself... so maybe komaeda could draw them too? he had no intention of drawing himself. he wasn't so vain. but ouma was someone who was worth that effort. even if he's sure it'll end up terrible.

                     ‶  i got it.  ″ he shifts so that he can get in a more comfortable position for drawing. then, he starts. pencil being dragged across the paper with a surprising intensity. similar to how he writes — his movements are rigid. gripping the pencil tightly and moving it in strong, short strokes.

                     when he finishes his little drawing of ouma it has a similar look to certain types of hatching — it's by no means perfect, but you can tell who it's meant to be. it's decent. something that could hypothetically be refined into a skill if he gave it the time and effort.

                     ‶  as expected... it's just as painful to look at as my handwriting.  ″ he lets out a sigh, putting the pencil down. it's incredibly dull now, given the pressure he was using.  ‶  i'm sorry for wasting your paper.  ″

ah, he's taking it that seriously. well, they signed themself up for this... they were used to expecting complete denial for these sorts of things, spurred on by random compliments. though, it was weirdly inspiring to see him not completely put himself down for this. so, they'll indulge it. the result won't be boring at any rate!

" yeah, obviously! i always keep a pen and paper on me for notetaking; i'd be stupid not to! " they hum, pulling such items from their back pocket, and unfolding the paper as it's handed to komaeda.

of course, they were completely lying when they said they carried them all the time. who would've guessed they were lying about notetaking too. " oh, i guess it can be used for drawing too. i'm not that strict with it. silly me! " right. half of the page was covered in their stupid little self-portraits...

well, at least the back could still be used?

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@heartheaded sent in this prompt: (advice) "When it comes to 'go big' or 'go home', many people underestimate my desire to go home. In fact, it's my one goal throughout the whole day." (from ryota, coming thru with the bad advice)

                     ‶  it's a little disappointing hearing that from you...  ″ a sigh exits his lips. it always is disheartening to hear one one of his beloved ultimates not giving it their all. but perhaps he shouldn't judge his classmate too harshly.  ‶  but maybe it's because you can go bigger at home? you are the ultimate animator, after all... it's probably more comfortable to use your own equipment. am i wrong?  ″

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@onlyfiends sent in: " when you said that you wanted to be of use . . . " korekiyo already has a bundle of red rope wrapped around his hands &&. pulled taut. " . . . I do hope you meant it. I fear the lack of practice has negatively affected my technique. "

                     ❝  of course i meant it.  ❞ it would be unfortunate if he fell out of practice because he had no one to do ties on. that's something that requires a lot of work to commit to memory... right? the longer you go without doing something the easier it becomes to lose touch with that skill.

                     while, naturally, komaeda was doing this out of selflessness — assisting an ultimate in whatever way he was able to — it would be a lie to say he wasn't a fan of the idea. he can't help but be a little excited about this. whether it be shibari or full on suspension play, he's rather open-minded.

                     ❝  how do you want me? would it be better if i took my clothes off?  ❞

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@bubbgbtch sent in this prompt: [ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .

                     of course he wanted to see the ultimate inventor at work. he'd been lurking mostly, enjoying seeing her in her "natural environment" (so-to-speak). she truly was deserving of her title... but that was to be expected. there was no one here at this school (aside from him) that didn't deserve to be here.

                     out of curiosity — and probably as a bit of a test — he reaches out to press one of the buttons on the device she had been tinkering with. but before he can her hand flys out and swats his out of the way. it genuinely does surprise him, causing him to flinch back and looking to her with a confused expression. she was sharp... someone so perceptive was definitely worthy of an ultimate title!

                     ‶  d-did i do something wrong? i thought you wanted help testing something.  ″ even he knows he jumped the gun, but he can play innocent very well.

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                     ‶  sympathy? of course not... someone as despicable as i am isn't worthy of anyone's sympathy. especially someone so incredible.  ″ ah... he might get thrown, huh? well, that's okay. probably. maybe he can turn things around to avoid such an unfortunate fate.  ‶  my feelings don't matter.  ″ so much for confiding in someone.

                     ‶  honestly, it should be my turn to offer support and emotional labor. there are lots of degenerate males out there taking advantage of the kindness of girls... obviously, they don't need my support. they're more than capable of standing on their own, without a man. i would just like to be a little useful... even though i'm utterly incompetent.  ″ maybe this will connect with her ideals? he feels like he's walking on eggshells with her...

@ultfan : ❛ i always scared everyone away. ❜

❝   is   this   supposed   to   be   a   ploy   for   sympathy   ?   ghhh,   leave   it   to   a   menace   such   as   yourself   to   use   girls   for   their   emotional   labor,   or   support,   or   whatever   !   the   very   thought   of   it   makes   tenko   want   to   throw   you   !   ❞

[ultfan]

@heartheaded sent in this prompt: "They're a 10, but also too entirely unaware of this concept called personal fucking space--get off--my desk--!" (from fuyu & I laughed for like 5 mins before sending this at the idea sry)

                     ‶  you think i'm a ten, kuzuryu-kun? wow! i've never received such high praise before!  ″ said while still leaned upon his desk, nearly sitting atop of it. still, he's not oblivious. after taking that brief moment to glow in the compliment, he does take a — (yes, "a" as in singular) — step aside so that he isn't basically on top of the yakuza's desk any longer.  ‶  sorry about that.  ″ he chuckles in a way that... really doesn't make him sound sorry in the slightest.

[ultfan]

@dcgfight sent in this prompt: 👊 to help my muse in a physical altercation.

                     it's not as if he hasn't had people jump him on the street before — his shirt bunched up tightly in the hand of another man. it seems he was trespassing in the territory of some gang. he was attempting to apologize, sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead. what bad luck... he really didn't want to get beaten up, but they just weren't listening to his pleas.

                     ‶  r-really... i didn't mean to —  ″ he's pulled forward slightly only to be slammed against the wall behind him once more. he lets out a pained grunt, his eyes squeezing shut as he attempts to brace himself.  ‶  please...  ″ the word falls weakly from his lips, half-hearted. he knows that it probably won't work... some people will just find any excuse to take out their frustrations on others. he was just in the wrong place at the same time.

                     he stays there against that wall, tense and still keeping his eyes closed — expecting them to get on with it. might as well get it over with... at least he has some good fortune to look forward to after all this... right? he hopes so, anyway.

                     but the blow never comes. instead, he hears a sound of surprise. his shirt is let go off, which causes him to finally look at the scene again. only to see the guy threatening to "kick his ass" to get kicked himself — the force causing him to stumble backward in pain. and, fortunately, get him away from komaeda.

                     ‶  h-huh?  ″ looks like he's being saved... lucky him.

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                     just because komaeda wasn't great at interacting with his peers didn't mean he didn't want to; evident by the way he lights up upon seeing his classmate. the ultimate princess — a truly remarkable person. and that regal aura could be felt by just standing in her vicinity. that's how he felt, anyway.

                     for her to go out of her way to greet him... it truly befitted the benevolence you would expect from royalty. he was just a mere commoner, after all. ——— worse than that, even. the lowest of the low. her acknowledgement makes him happier than she will ever know.

                     ‶  yeah, i've been alright.  ″ he smiles cheerfully; the kind of smile that would be comforting to see if not for the person wearing the expression.  ‶  though, despite attending school here for a while, i still feel pretty out of place... but that's to be expected. that's not to say i haven't been having a good time, though! far from it.  ″ every moment spent here just reminded him of how truly lucky he was. how grateful he was.

                     ‶  ah... but enough about me... what about you?  ″

@ultfan liked for a starter! ❀

It wasn't often that Sonia found herself wanting to speak to the luckster. His philosophy as a whole clashed heavily with her when it came to her desires to be seen as a normal girl, given that her talent concerned her entire identity in a way.

That said, she wouldn't dream of ever being outright rude to him, especially when he had not done anything outright rude to her that she could remember, and when she runs into him, she gives him a bright smile.

"Good day, Komaeda, it has been some time since we last spoke, have you been well?"

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                     komaeda frequented the library. it wasn't as if he was particularly social — both due to old habits and a distinct feeling of unworthiness that he's never been able to shake since he started attending this academy. an outlier; someone who didn't belong. this feeling only seemed strengthened by the way his peers reacted to him. not that he minded, really. sure, it was disappointing, but he was used to it by now. he was cursed to be misunderstood.

                     after spending the day working to challenge his classmates (souda is probably not going to be too happy with the adjustments komaeda made to his recent project), he comes to this place to wind down. it was nice to be surrounded by books — especially the collection of books hope's peak academy has amassed. and, on top of it, he appreciates the quiet atmosphere. he loves this place with all his heart, but sometimes the hustle and bustle of all the ultimates can get a little overwhelming.

                     he's about to walk past the girl when he notices that she seems to be struggling with something. this area was a mess — and there were various books with creased pages on the desk there. how unfortunate... she seems stressed. it causes a deep pain in his chest, seeing one of the people he practically worshipped struggling like this.

                     ‶  excuse me...  ″ he approaches, cautious. he doesn't want to intrude, but he can't bear to just witness this from the sidelines. especially when it comes to preserving the school's property (despite the fact he has indeed caused some property damage to the school at least once or twice).  ‶  sorry for interrupting, but it looks like you could use some help there.  ″

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since she came to hope's peak academy, emi's main priority has been keeping the library organized and keeping herself well read. for the most part, all of her time has been spent within the library itself. the only times she wasn't stuck between bookshelves was when she was first arriving at the school, going to lunch, or going home. not many people could say they've seen her wander the school outside of those times. hell, not many can even say that they've ever seen her leave at all.

to say she was reclusive would be an understatement. a girl averse to friendship and being in the presence of her fellow ultimates, so much so that the concept of 'companionship' is alien to her. she doesn't feel like she needs it with her profession. her job doesn't tell her to make friends. but, fate does work in mysterious ways for those who want things a way things can't be.

today is a day where fate wills itself to change for her. her day has been like any other so far, spending her time reorganizing the books on the shelves. it's one of the few things that she enjoys doing. unfortunately for her, it doesn't seem like luck is on her side today.

this shelf was organized in the wrong order. and one of these books doesn't even belong here! and this book was put in backwards... this sort of pattern has come and go all day. an hour passes, and nothing goes wrong with her organization. in the next hour, she finds herself tripping over a stack of books and creasing the pages with the awkward way they fell.

in comparison to her usual calm disposition, her hands are shaky as she grabs the creased books from the floor, and moves the unaffected books onto the empty shelf below. with the ruined books in hand, she approaches one of the library tables and sets them down. she sighs despondently as she settles into a seat and tries desperately to flatten the creases in the page, lest the actual librarian find out how unlucky she's been all day.

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                     he lets out a whine at the bite — though a pleasurable shiver runs through his body at the same time. pain and pleasure were two things that have become nearly synonymous to komaeda over the years. just as bad luck was part of having good luck, pain was part of pleasure. to komaeda, these two were wonderful even without doing anything. for tanaka to invite him here — for souda to want to join... he feels deeply blessed by even the bare minimum. but he heeds their words, giving another nod to show his understanding. he opens his mouth to respond, but before he's even able to decided on what he wants to say he finds his breath hitching in his throat as souda takes him into his mouth.

                     such skill — his eyes widen a little as he sees himself disappear into souda's mouth. his hips twitch in tanaka's grasp, instinctually wanting to move, but it's not at all difficult to keep the luckster still. his feeble form was no match for the strength of one of them, let alone the two of them combined. the very thought excited him even more, his lips quirking up into a smile as he watches souda. his arousal only grows, precum leaking from his tip and onto souda's tongue as he starts to bob his head.

                     ❝  haah... i'm definitely lucky...  ❞ the words are breathed out, dripping with that deep devotion he felt towards them. his hand moves to souda's head, bony fingers tangling themselves into the mechanic's pink hair. if that's what they want him to do... who is he to deny their instructions? even if they're trying to service him, he still wants to return the favor. he would feel terrible if he just accepted this greedily without attempting to please them in turn.

                     while a part of him believed he didn't deserve this, there's another part of him that is thrilled to be in a position like this. his grip on souda's hair tightens, tugging against his scalp. he knows tanaka is the one in charge in this room, but there's a sense of excitement he gets from being given permission to be rough with souda. perhaps it's the idea of having power over someone — especially someone who shone so brightly in his eyes. control was always something komaeda struggled with in his life; sex was something that could grant him a semblance of it on occasion.

                     ❝  y-you're incredible, souda-kun!  ❞ spoken with an immense amount of genuineness. with how he reveres the ultimates, one might expect him to be hesitant to be rough with souda, but in reality it was the opposite.  ❝  you're mouth is so good... haha — i bet you do this a lot!  ❞ almost eagerly he tugs on his hair, pulling the other's head closer to him — and pushing his cock back down his throat in the process. he holds him there for a moment, watching his expression for a moment before turning his gaze to tanaka — almost like he's silently seeking approval for his actions. if souda wants to blow his mind... then komaeda's curious to see just how far this skill goes. roughness was just apart of that, wasn't it? testing him? pushing him to his limits?

Gundham had just been about to insist that Nagito answer his question aloud when he'd beaten him to the punch, a series of kisses now pressed from shoulder to ear where he happily purred out a “Good boy” in reward once reaching it. A warning bite was quick to follow that, however, once Nagito started to layer undeserved praise unto them. “Ahahah, not so fast, my dear.” A tut that was then finished by Kazuichi, already knowing where the breeder was headed with it. “Yeah man, we haven’t even done anything yet. You act like we're put out doin’ this. You wouldn't be here if we didn't want this just as much, you know? Plus, I asked to be here, remember? And before you say I'm just here for Gunnie, it's not his mind I'm about to fuckin’ blow, is it?” A cocky smirk pulled at Kaz's lips, Gundham himself giving a fond roll of his eyes before a slight tilt of his head in gesture, one that apparently Kazuichi knew the meaning of, seeing as he was halfway down Nagito's shaft before one could even blink. 

For once, Kaz wasn't all just talk, the mechnic no choking amateur when it came to sucking dick. Having trained down his gag reflex, any more teasing was forgone in favor of taking Nagito as far down his throat as he could all at once, his hands keeping the lucky student's thighs apart while Gundham's made sure hips stayed still. Just one of them would have been strong enough to keep Nagito from moving around too much, both equally strong thanks to their talents, but there seemed to be a silent agreeance that it would be a task they shared, simply for a thrill of it. 

“Now you may praise him, if you wish.” A deep rumble of words from Gundham as he watched Kazuichi bob his head with almost a need to please them. And fuck was that true. “I believe you will find he is quite fond of it…” Something that was affirmed with a moan from Kaz as one of Gundham's hands ruffled his hair for a moment before returning to Nagito's hip. “Do not concern yourself with being too rough, as well. He will be more upset if you are not.” Another desperate little sound from Kazuichi, his fingers flexing where they gripped at Nagito's thighs as if asking for such treatment. He'd beg for it if he could.

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                     he blinks, surprise at souda's declaration. komaeda's shoved with ease, falling back into tanaka's chest and finding himself sitting in his lap before fully processing the situation. not that he was opposed to this either. it was just unexpected that such amazing people would be willing to put their focus on him in such a way.

                     ‶  ah, i'd hate to make you do something out of pity, though...  ″ it's a soft protest, but not one with any force behind it. he just struggles to believe either of them would want to do this for any other reason. still, it's very easy to melt into tanaka's touch — his craving for physical affection was extremely high.

                     komaeda wets his lips as he watches souda — he really is fortunate today, isn't he? at tanaka's words, he first gives a small nod. his breath catches in his throat once more as he feels the mechanic's tongue on him. instantly, his previous line of thinking is thrown out the window. if this is how they want to do things... then who is he to say otherwise?

                     ‶  i understand.  ″ he confirms verbally now, but his attention is focused on souda now — and that teasing tongue running up and down his shaft. it only serves to grow his excitement — his anticipation for what it to come.  ‶  you're both so generous... thank you, you truly are incredible!  ″

The look on both Kaz's and Gundham's face (despite Nagito not being able to see the former) visibly grew in concern the more Nagito talked, the two knowing that this...might go a bit deeper than playing a sub for the scene.

It hadn't taken more than a glance between the pair before they'd come up with a plan it a testement to just how much they'd done this.

"Oookay, well now I have to suck your brains out." With a gentle shove, Nagito was sent into Gundham's chest, the breeder easily catching him before swapping postions with Kaz so he could sit on the bed with Nagito in his lap. Kaz wasted no time getting to his knees, not even bothering to pull down Nagito's pants anymore than what would spring his dick free.

While the mechnic had started his end of this, Gundham spent his time trailing icy hands up Nagito's shirt to run teasingly over the skin underneath. A few kisses were pressed to Nagito's neck, Gundham pulling away as Nagito's dick was freed to speak.

"Listen well to me; if you do not enjoy anything we do, you will tell us. I will demand it as an Ultimate if I must. Do you understand?" While waiting for an answer, Kaz would press his tongue piercing just under the sensative head of Nagito's dick, it being run up and down along it's veins as pink eyes started up at them, waiting for Gundham's permission to continue.