#despair komaeda wild

[kotaerukoto]

Kicking my feet and twirling my hair as I read Makoto's comments whenever he inspects something. Also my god he wants to destroy the cameras so badly. LET HIM

[austajunk]

Nagito is pansexual to me. But he's very wary about any romance due to his luck cycle flaring up and hurting everyone around him. Coincidentally, the only people who are immune are lucksters who happen to be men, so he's going to be more comfortable acting on his feelings with them.

TLDR; Nagito is getting kissed sloppy style on the mouth by Izuru, Hajime, Chiaki, Makoto, and Byakuya (this creature is some flavor of genderfluid but it's something they'll figure out later).

This is crazy cos when I first played the game, i really had this demisexual headcanon for him before I was a multishipper. I really do think he is cautious and scared about loving something and then getting lost to despair because of how his luck cycle hurts and tears others away from him. So I totally get that vibe as well. I love bi/pan Nagito so much!

Yo!!!! I forgot about shipping him with Byakuya... you guys are really giving me new material to consider today too. It's so good!

There's also ByakuyaxNagitoxKokichi. Let's just have all the worsties together! <3

[whisper-and-tangle]

The date is April 1st, 2024.

You check Tumblr, and discover wild news from Sonic the Hedgeblog, with the entirety of Sonicblr posting wildly;

A new Silver the Hedgehog game was released.

It wasn't a prank. It wasn't a joke, it wasn't a bit- The long-awaited game was finally released. It was allegedly a visual novel, set in an academy named after hope?…Which was fitting, considering Silver's thing w/hope.

Kicking your legs with excitement, you blocked all spoilers on Tumblr, went to the game's Steam page, and looked at the price; The game costed $19.99.

…You purchased the game, and excitedly waited for it to download.

…Then, as you opened the game, you remembered. The memories all came back to you.

You've played this game before.

You see the title screen.

…And you're aware. There's no Silver. This game…

was Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair, and first appearance of Nagito Komaeda.

[malistaires]

HOLD ON LMFAO YOU GOTTA SAY MORE ABOUT THE KOMAEDA WIZARD

LMFAO THANK YOU FOR THE INTEREST

a couple of statements from my friend:

so essentially wolf embraces the atrocious luck cycle of komaeda. he casts wild bold at inopportune times (we actively encourage it tho), including when we fought malistaire and did mount olympus. i can recall it hitting 1000 damage only twice. if insane bolt still did the 1000 damage/10000 self damage he would probably use that exclusively. he's the platonic ideal of a glass canon. he's nearly 20 lvls below our other questing partner and has like 1000 health bc he's a storm wizard (we are in celestia). since level 1, he's had this pet with a goated version of tempest with 100% accuracy and 85 damage/pip that carried us hard thru arc 1. its name is captain lucky. he also has handcuffs/chains on his wall in his house because of that one outfit/official art where komaeda is wearing a fucking chain around his neck.

photos of wolf are under the cut bc tumblr formatting is annoying

(first drawing is mine, second is my friend's.) theres a lot going on in wolf's design lmfao but he's got the white hair, pale skin, and pale eyes of komaeda. and the red/yellow color scheme and mask of char aznable. and wolf ears bc why not.

anyways. wolf is @strangeweaver (art blog @thaumazomai)'s extremely wicked, despair-inducing wizard.

[danganronpa-ship-tourney]

I just realized the difference between these ships is literally the placement of the 'mu', wild.

Propaganda

Kaemugi

Kaemugi shippers show a love for Kaede and a hatred for Tsumugi....and that's literally all I got given. So the rest is again up to me, common complaints I see about it is how Tsumugi framed Kaede for murder and you know, just everything about being the mastermind. Which like, fair.

Kamuegi

I also didn't get anything here. From my own experience though, people again point to Izuru's lack of emotions along with often a preference for shipping him with Komaeda instead. They may also dislike the more angstier fics where Makoto dies or is otherwise wounded to essentially teach Kamukura emotions. This is along with the fact we never see them interact

[eggs-can-draw]

komaeda anon: im losing it on, and this is my cousin kokichi

ngl, because im down bad, so sorry, komaeda is that weird cool mysterious uncle everybody has that isnt actually an uncle but a family friend that you call uncle

except his coolness is the fact the kids can go wild under his supervision, mysterious bc komaeda cant tell him his immediate family is sort of dead- and ogugjjgng his sort of complicated relationship with the other people that, while better after therapy n such, is still you know

also if the nagirigami cant have the Great Pyrenees, what if,, what if komaeda gets one,, what if,, he gets a dog again

He has that cool guy swag on the outside but once you get to know him you realize he's kind of a weirdo (affectionate)

He's very much that guy that the kids dont have to completely worry about social standards around like if you hand him a pile of mud you found he will GLADLY accept it. (ok he might stop you from eating dirt but that's because he got chewed out by Hajime for letting Kokichi eat worms ONE TIME) Also lets be honest, a lot of the Jabberwock kids will probably never get to meet their grandparents. There's a good chance that few if none of the sdr2 cast's family is still alive (With the Nevermind parents MAYBE having a chance of being alive but then again Novaselic could 100% have been completely sent to ruin by Sonia during The Tragedy for the sake of Despair)

He definitely has a complicated relationship with the rest of the sdr2 cast (ESPECIALLY those who had to go through trial 5, Nanami is still a little mad at him (from inside a tamagotchi)) so I kinda feel like it's a little easier for him to connect with the kids because they know him as the cool guy who let them jump off a palm tree once, they dont know him from the time they were all trapped on an island and forced to kill each other. (and yknow they know him post therapy)

If he gets a dog again he is 100% the owner who totally babies his dog. he makes fancy little meals to prioritize a healthy diet, takes them out for walks even in a hurricane (or he tried to until Hajime stopped him when they had to bunker in the hospital, he still took his doggo on a walk around the hospital to make sure they got proper exercise.

[peachrote]

if you stay here, you'll die. do you understand? nagito to chiaki uvu

towa city has become a battlefield.

future foundation had originally stormed in to rescue the hostages kept by junko enoshima. chiaki had volunteered for the mission, despite his lack of experience in actual combat situations, because it wasn't supposed to be this dangerous. still walking with a limp from barely surviving that dungeon designed to kill her a little over a year ago, she should, theoretically, be easy to take out.

yet somehow she's survived to this point. she survived the initial onslaught of monokumas, even though it separated her from the group she was with, and she's survived being banded and tagged like a wild animal by the children who took over the city. maybe her natural instincts have been sharpened by all the games she's played, able to navigate the city with ease and strategize in situations where she lacks the advantage.

now he stands face to face with someone he thought he'd never see again. clutching his hacking gun until his knuckles turn white, he stares komaeda down.

"what does that matter to you?" she challenges. "remnant of despair."

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Run Wild, Run Free

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/D3yntNY

by dummyforge

Class 77-C was nicknamed The Ultimate Art Class due to the whole class having artistic talents. The whole class died during the tragedy at Hope’s peak except for Haruto Kazama.

They weren't brainwashed but were deeply influenced by Junko into killing others, eventually all but Haruto were killed off. Haruto fully delved into his talent as an actor and lost his sanity, playing the part of an animal he used the help of his fellow classmates and his own knowledge to create a metal frame that resembled a mix of animals, this was then loosely connected to Haruto’s body. His hands were strapped to the arms of the body to guide them like a puppet. His body now protected in a hellish armor he terrorized the streets, killing anyone and everyone who crossed his path.

He was eventually discovered a year after Class 77-B had woken up from the Neo World Upon arriving at the islands, he has to be put to sleep in order to move him to the hospital where they had set up a version of the Neo program. When Haruto finally awakes after two weeks, he starts his recovery.

Words: 2179, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Hinata Hajime, Komaeda Nagito, Saionji Hiyoko, Koizumi Mahiru, Mioda Ibuki, Tanaka Gundham, Soda Kazuichi, Nidai Nekomaru, Owari Akane, Pekoyama Peko, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, Tsumiki Mikan, Mitarai Ryota, Chou Koukou Kyuu no Sagishi | Ultimate Imposter, Kamukura Izuru, Sonia Nevermind, Hanamura Teruteru, Naegi Makoto, Togami Byakuya, Asahina Aoi (Dangan Ronpa), Kirigiri Kyoko, Hagakure Yasuhiro, Toko

Relationships: Soda Kazuichi/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Character Death, Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), POV Original Character, switching POV, Dangan Ronpa Spoilers, Post-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), Super Dangan Ronpa 2 Spoilers, Post-Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Everyone Is Gay, Asexual Character, No Smut, no beta reader we die like men, Blood and Gore, Feral Behavior, Panic Attacks, Self-Harm, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, Agender Character, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Cannibalism

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/D3yntNY

[prompt-master]

Nagito probably has a big following too, his fics range from fluffy fics to hardcore S&M type smut of naejunko, kamunko or his ot3 Kamukura/junko/naegi

I really want you to know that i hate how i have no choice but to agree that yes this would absolutely happen.

[midnightdemonhunter]

When the remnants. When the remnants despair,,,

[callsignmoth]

Guess what

Another Danganronpa non despair AU headcanon list

Fuyuhiko painted eyes onto normal sunglasses at one point and uses them to pretend to be an old man to help lift the mood at times

Kazuichi grew his hair long enough at some point that he used it to play guitar, as in he flipped his hair, it hit the strings and he played it like that

Nagito played Isabella's Lullaby really loudly in the dorms once

Byakuya is super invested in the FNaF and BATIM lores and he's secretly a staple in the community but he will NEVER admit it

Leon tried to see if you could actually slip on banana peels, he ended up in the hospital with three broken bones

Makoto likes to draw arms on snakes

Chihiro likes to edit out birds wings while they are mid-flight

Kokichi unironically will spend hours on pinterest looking at cursed pictures and weirdcore

Nagito caught a video of Hajime running weird and he will never let Hajime forget it

Kirigiri will use really specific insults sometimes, and they barely contain any curse words, but they're still frightening and funny

Shuichi built a Nick Wilde shrine in a locker because he thought it would be funny and planned to take it out the next day, little did he know that he wouldn't be able to because almost everyone brought offerings to Nick, Wilde

Kaede built a Tyrone (from Backyardigans) shrine because she didn't want Nick Wilde to be lonely, Tyrone's shrine also got a lot of offerings

Rantaro absolutely SUCKS at bowling, sorry I don't make the rules

I personally don't ship characters, but okay to tag as ships

[ultfan]

anonymous sent in the best ask i've ever received: When it comes to sex, does his luck/bad luck come into factor at times?

anon thank you so much for making me think about this because it isn't smthn i've considered much — but it definitely would come into play at times. my god. it effects every part of his life, sex should 100% be included. i doubt it happens every time, komaeda's luck isn't something that is always attacking/blessing him constantly. it has it's major highs and major lows. i honestly think the reason komaeda had so many things go his way during dr2 is because he was already in an extremely unlucky situation. — as a reversal of that i wonder if komaeda at hopes peak had a buncha mini fumbles with bad luck, since getting into the school was such a great thing for him. but that's for a different ramble.

yeah ——— i imagine it does come into effect at times. especially when strong feelings are involved. i think neutral flings are kinda a gray area for his luck. he might get passively "lucky" finding things that his partner really enjoys, but i think that's more his skills of observation and general knowledge of the human body at work rather than true luck. on the "bad luck" but not really end for these kinda flings (again, more of a gray area) he's likely to exhaust himself pretty quickly. he is not someone who can exert himself physically for a while. hence why he tends to bottom/be submissive even though he does really enjoy topping/being dominate. again though, not really the place for those wild swings of good/bad luck. in general they're probably just decent experiences for him.

for example... say komaeda is really happy in a relationship. he's feeling so so fortunate and lucky and he's finally able to be intimate with his partner. erectile dysfunction. premature ejaculation. the bed fucking breaks. a stray baseball flys through the window and hits his partner in the face. it just goes wrong — embarrasses the fuck out of him. possibly even frustrates his partner. — if it's extreme levels of bad luck there could be a really shitty instance of something killing his partner during/before/after. or maybe his partner turns out to be really bad at sex!!! or he learns something about them that makes him want to break off the relationship immediately.

but say... if he's together with one of the despairs — be it junko or otherwise — someone he's physically attracted to but hates/has mixed feelings on... god is it the best sex he's ever had. and it's so fucking infuriating. he's able to push through and get extra bursts of stamina to keep it up longer. oh? looks like there's a box of brand new sex toys under the bed in this abandoned house we're banging in! having sex in public in the riskiest place ever and somehow not getting caught. or... they do get caught, if that's what he wants. not that he's much of an exhibitionist, i don't really think he cares if people see him nude.

now i really wanna write threads where komaeda's luck just makes a sexual situation really fucking comedically bad (or comedically good). that'd be so silly. who's gonna hmu?

[wiihtigo]

ultra despair

[goddess-of-green]

Hewwo! Can i request some 𝐈'𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 | 𝙉. 𝙆𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙚𝙙𝙖 part 2? I love it, it's cute and sweet💖

Yeah! Everyone really loved that one for some reason lol

(Implied Part 2 of This!)

Warnings: GN!Reader, clingy Komaeda, slightly morally ambiguous reader, (chapter 2 trial spoilers)

You read through one of the books in your cottage as you stroked Komaeda's hair.

His head was resting in your lap, with the rest of his body curled towards you as he dozed off, comfortable in your embrace.

Another trial had taken place. Koizumi and Pekoyama were dead, and Kuzuryuu was left in critical condition...but at the very least Komaeda had been released from the cowardly imprisonment that had been inflicted upon him.

Everyone had initially been hesitant to simply allow Komaeda to roam free, but you were quick to reassure everyone before they considered doing anything rash-- again.

You told them you'd keep an eye on him, and he certainly had no problem with it, becoming much more clingy after the events in the old building. It was like you had broken a dam and now that you'd shown him affection he'd never let you stop.

Sort of like when they told you not to feed wild animals, because they'd always want more food. Now that you'd been kind and gentle to Komaeda, he only wanted you to keep doing it.

Not that you minded terribly. Regardless of his actions, if you were in Komaeda's position, on a terrifying island of death and despair and all your potential allies hated you, you wouldn't be able to handle it.

Besides...you couldn't deny that you had some form of an attachment to him now. You wanted him to be happy, and your stomach did little flips when he cuddled up to you.

Looking down from your book to Komaeda, you watched his chest slowly rise and fall, breaths in time with yours.

He had denied your attentions at first, but it wasn't hard to convince him, touch-starved as he was. Even though he fought himself every step of the way, he wanted this even more than you did.

You sighed, tugging gently at his hair as you carded your fingers through it.

He looked so peaceful like this, expression relaxed and lips parted as he slept- face squished against you and an arm loosely around your waist.

He looked cute, and you wondered absently if he would still seek out your comfort as he had, if you'd just been friends going to a normal high school instead of your current situation.

Best not to dwell on the "what-if's"... You told yourself, looping a curly strand of Komaeda's hair around your finger.

You brushed a hand against his cheek as you did so, and he leaned into your touch unconsciously.

You gave a small smile at his content expression, and wished he could stay sweet and calm like this forever.

But alas, things were never destined to go your way.

Due to your ministrations, Komaeda stirred into consciousness, lifting his head from your lap and looking up at you sleepily.

He looked even cuter than before, fuzzy half-lidded eyes and messy hair. Even as his eyes began to gain some lucidity, you didn't pull your hand away.

"Y/N...?" He asked quietly, still looking somewhat discombobulated.

"Yes?" You hummed, brushing his hair out of his eyes, both hands cupping his cheeks now.

Whatever question he may have had receded back into his mind, and he simply put his head back down to rest against your stomach.

"Thank you..."

"Whatever for?" You asked, looking down at his sleepy form.

"For hugging me, touching me, talking to me... Thank you..." He murmured into your clothes, eyes closed.

Your brows furrowed, and you put a hand against his shoulder, coaxing him to lift his head up again and look at you.

As he did, you frowned. "You don't have to thank me for that stuff, Komaeda. We're friends."

Komaeda's lips parted, and he looked at you for a few moments with something akin to wonder.

"Friends..." He repeated, eyes looking over your face.

"Mhm." You affirmed, looking down at him.

Your faces were less than 12 inches apart, and the thought of kissing him briefly crossed your mind.

You berated yourself for the thought, but his eyes shifted down to your lips, and the next thing you knew your lips were on his.

His lips were slightly chapped, but much softer than you expected them to be.

Your hand rested on his cheek, and you stroked it with your thumb as you two kissed.

Pulling away, Komaeda slowly opened his eyes, looking dazed.

"...Is this a dream...?"

You smiled. "No, it isn't."

Komaeda gave a huff of disbelief, that turned into an incredulous laugh.

"Wow...I must be the luckiest guy in the world... I wouldn't be surprised if everyone on the island died right now..."

His tone was soft and still somewhat sleepy, despite the morbidness of his words.

You'd grown used to it at this point, stroking his hair. "That's not gonna happen, honey."

He shivered at the nickname, and smiled, pressing his face into your clothes. "I don't know...I'm...really happy right now..." His shoulders shook with silent, giddy laughter.

"That so?" You looked down at him fondly. "Well this isn't about your luck, Komaeda. I like you. A lot."

"A lot..." He repeated.

Komaeda laughed into your clothes, but it wasn't manic, like the one in the courtroom. It was gentle, and excited.

"Hearing you say that to garbage like me..."

"Wow... I could really die happy, now..."

"Non non." You murmured, pressing a kiss to his head.

"I want you alive."

He only smiled, squeezing you tight.

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Mother May I Sleep with Danger - Servant!Nagito Komaeda x Reader

ミ☆ not a request, I’m just really horny for servant asjdkfkflddj

Summary: future foundation reader is kidnapped by the WOH and figures if they’re going to die anyway……..

Contains: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem reader, no pronouns used

Word Count: 3589

The foundation is not going to be happy with you.

Not only did you balls up your mission into Towa City, but now your uniform is ripped all to hell, basically slashed to ribbons by the Monokuma who managed to overpower you. It was your new set too, all fresh and clean. This mess is going to get you seriously mocked by the men in operations when you get back.

That is if the foundation even lets you back onto the helicopter after this disaster of a mission.

You huff and turn to face the man lurking in the far corner of your cell. He’s been standing there for the past 20 minutes, just shaking and staring at you with wide grey eyes. You had been planning to just ignore him until he left, but he isnt leaving, “What do you want?”

He doesn’t answer, just wraps his arms around himself and starts giggling.

“Are you just going to stand there all day?” You snap, crossing your arms and glaring up at him from your seat on the floor, “If you’re going to kill me just get it over with, the anticipation has all but worn off and I'm just starting to get angry.”

“Ah...kill you?” He giggles again. His voice is a lot gentler than you had been expecting. What with the manic eyes and tangled hair. You were prepared for him to be downright menacing. He sucks in a breath and levels his gaze with you, “I wouldn't kill you. That would be waste.” The chain around his throat jangles as he gestures at you with his mitted hand, knees wobbling like they are barely strong enough to keep him upright, “Honestly, a bug like myself killing you would help no one. It would be utterly disappointing for both sides, and what is the point in that? No despair...no hope...ahhhhaaaa…” he brings the cuff of his jacket up to his mouth and starts gnawing on it, “it would be completely pointless...mm?”

“Why haven't the children killed you?” Your brows draw together, watching his balance shifting from foot to foot, “You must be at least eighteen, right?”

He wheezes, throwing one shoulder up in a haphazard shrug, “Older. I think. I honestly can’t remember.”

For some reason. A terrible little voice in the back of your head whispers - Hey, at least it’s legal! You balk at your own lack of decorum. The man is still currently chewing so furiously on his sleeve that drool has started rolling down his chin, his hair is so matted that if you dug your fingers into it you would probably never get them out again. You are smart enough to take one look at this wheezing, sweating, drooling mess of a man and think: gross.

Unfortunately, your cunt is dumb enough to disagree.

Maybe it’s because you’re going to die anyway. Maybe it’s because his black jeans cling very tightly to his thighs. Maybe you just have terrible taste in men. It doesn’t matter why, but for some godforsaken reason, you are attracted to him.

“So. Are they just keeping you around as a--” you examine him again, eyes locking on the chain dangling down by his knees. (why does looking at that make you want to rub your thighs together?) “--a...pet?”

He laughs again, finally letting the sleeve he was chewing on drop back down to his side, “A fitting position for someone like me, but no. I am their servant.” The man takes a step towards you, the chain jangles in ways that your insides apparently find arousing. You swallow, “I came to this town to seek refuge, but...well...you can see how that turned out.” he laughs again, shoulders quaking with the noise. You can help but notice the stiff way the hand obscured by his mitt is moving. Like he doesn't have any real control over it.

“Ah.” You say, eyes still focussed on the hand you cannot see, but can imagine perfectly well. That hand, along with his age, seem to only lead to one conclusion, “You’re one of the remnants of despair, aren’t you?”

He grins at you, manic, all sharp teeth and wild eyes, taking another step closer to you “Oh! I didn’t expect you to recognise common garbage like me…” he makes a noise that is dangerously close to being a moan, before exclaiming, “you’re right, I am!” His grin turns syrupy in a way that you find yourself enjoying much more than you should. His eyes hooded as he breathes, “does that disgust you? Does my very presence make you want to spit in my face?”

The way he speaks, his soft lilting tone. It almost sounds like he is crooning, purring. You shift on the floor, trying to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs. You have gone from wanting to fuck a regular crazy man, to wanting to fuck a crazy man literally out for capture by the company you work for.

“Listen.” You start, suddenly nervous, “The foundation is looking for you, all of you. But Togami in the other cell and I are working with-”

Your words catch in your throat when he comes barreling towards you and claps his bare hand over your mouth. His eyes are wild when they meet yours, pupils little more than pinpricks in dark swirling circles that dig deep inside of you, his voice drops to a terrifying whisper, “No. Not yet...I have important work I must do and you will not keep me from it.”

“We want to help.” You hiss into the meat of his palm. Horrified at how you feel the jagged grin that tugs at his mouth deep in your stomach. His mouth pulls so wide that his lips tear and bleed, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth and dripping over his lips when he starts laughing again, loud and manic, wheezing and decrepit.

“You truly are an embodiment of hope. You think you can...ah...haha…” He wheezes again, tangled white hair falling over his face and he tries to hold in a laugh, “You truly think you can help me? What a feat that would be! Endlessly impressive I’m sure” He leans in closer to you, eyes calm once again, hooded and piercing, “Thank you for your kindness, but I assure you. It will not be so simple.”

His face is so close to yours now, you can feel his breath on your face, see the bags under his eyes and the way his papery skin has wrinkled around the corners of his mouth. He looks half dead, but under that. You see soft skin, pretty long eyelashes and what are undoubtedly the most stunning eyes you have ever seen. You are going to die soon anyway, so you dont stop yourself from whispering, “You were very pretty once. Weren’t you?”

His lips curl into a smile, but his eyes look almost sad, “Most would disagree.”

“Hm. That’s a shame.” you whisper, trying to ignore the seductive tone you have adopted, “I think you’re still quite pretty now.”

He lets out a wheezing giggle, dropping down into a crouch in front of you and resting his hands on his knees, “Are you trying to win me over with words of kindness? With sharp lies wrapped in goose down?”

They aren't lies, but you can tell he won't believe you even if you try to convince him, “Just tell me what you want with me.”

“What do I want with you?” He breathes, reaching out a shaky hand and running his knuckles down your cheek. One side of his mouth quirks up in a smile at the feeling of your skin, “I don’t want anything...eheh...I just...I just want to watch. I want to see what you will do, I want to see you fight.”

“I’d be able to fight better if you let me out of the cell.���

“Aha. Cute.” He drags his tongue over his lower lip, “But wouldn't it be so much more satisfying to watch you overcome impossible odds? For your hope to overcome the utmost despair?” His head tilts to the side and he smiles, “I have faith in you. I’ll be cheering you on, just dont expect my help.”

The more he talks, the less you understand him. At this point you're barely even listening to his words and are just letting the soft tones of his voice wash over you, his eyes are blinding, it feels like he is staring straight through you. The door of the cell is still locked, Togami is still far enough away that he couldn't hear you if you screamed. Help won't be coming for a long time if it is even coming at all.

And you want to fuck a remnant of despair.

“What’s your name, pretty boy?” you whisper, reaching out a hand to push some of his tangled hair away from his face.

He stills, for a moment. The panic in his eyes is so powerful that even his ceaseless shivering stops. He blinks slowly, unsurely, and his lips pull up in a smile, “My pathetic name isn't even worthy of being heard by someone like you.” he breathes, leaning into your hand as it comes to rest on his cheek, “Servant will suffice.”

You make an upset noise, sitting up on your knees and leaning in closer to his face. His eyes aren’t grey, you realise, they’re green, “Are you sure? I was hoping for something a little more...intimate.”

“Intimate…” he whispers, almost like he is testing how the word tastes on his tongue. His face is so close to yours now, your hand reaches around and curls into the mess of hair on the back of his head. He starts shivering again, a wheezy laugh escaping his mouth almost breathlessly as he (with a surprising amount of tenderness) lowers you down to lay on the hard concrete below, “Is...this what you mean?”

Your heart is racing. He looms above you, knees planted firmly on either side of your hips. His hair tumbles down over his face, obscuring his beautiful green eyes in shadow and you feel your hips twitch upward at even the anticipation of his touch.

“Exactly what I mean.” you purr, slowly sliding your hand down the length of his chain. He quivers above you, a broken moan leaves his mouth when you give it a gentle tug. Your lips curl into a predatory smirk, and then you tug it again, hard.

His mouth collides with yours and a shocked gasp escapes his throat, his arms shake at your sides, desperate and almost panicked. It only takes a moment for him to soften, returning the kiss with a newfound passion, moaning deep and loud into your mouth and leaning into you. His kisses feel a little messy and unpracticed, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. Choking on a groan when you bury a hand in his hair and pull tight on the strands.

He moves away from your mouth, trailing down the side of your throat and sucking hard on your skin. You can feel his breath hot and heavy in your ear as his tongue lathes over your flesh, teeth sinking in hard into the join between your throat and shoulder.

A moan breaks free from your mouth, and your hips buck upward high enough to meet Servant’s and you can feel his gasp against your skin. He grinds his hips down on yours in response, sucking in a breath at the friction.

“This…this really is my lucky day…” he whines, leaning back on his heels and undoing the few surviving buttons on your shirt. Your bra is conservative, skin toned and unflattering. It’s designed for missions out into the wastes of the world, not for whatever is happening right now.

Servant doesn’t seem to mind, running his tongue across his chapped lower lip, eyes blown wide as he drinks in your form. A shudder runs through him, and he swallows, “may I?”

You nod, “please…touch me…”

He giggles, gripping your breasts in both of his hands (though the hand hidden by the mitt is only really able to press down, but he is trying his best.) before burying his face between them, sighing happily against your skin. You choke on a moan when you feel his tongue run up your cleavage, hands squeezing almost desperately.

“Servant…” you whisper, “my bra, take it off…”

He leans up, a shy smile on his face, “Ah, I would like to! But uh, as I’m sure you know-“ he waves at you with his mitted hand, “-I can’t really use these fingers”

The thought of the dead hand attached at his forearm should deter you, but it doesn’t. You sit up just enough to unclasp your bra, chucking it off into the corner of the cell before grabbing Servant’s bare hand and pressing it to your breast. Servant chokes, brushing his thumb over your nipple.

Your breath hitches, and he is emboldened enough to take the other into his mouth. Your back instinctively arches upward, chasing the warmth of his mouth encasing your nipple, the finger and thumb on his bare hand pinching at twitching the other. His tongue is wet and sloppy, this is no precision to his licks and sucks. The servant is running on animalistic desperation alone.

Luckily, that doesn’t bother you much at all.

The cool metal of the chain presses down hard on your bare stomach, his mitt is scratchy where that hand is pressed firmly to your waist, not able to grab, but it still reads as possessive. You can feel him panting and moaning against your breast, his tangled white hair brushing against your skin in a way that makes you shiver. Your sex is aching, the way he furiously circles his tongue around your nipple feels almost feral and it makes you want more.

You hook your leg around the back of his knees, and use the leverage to flip the both of you over. Servant gasps when his back hits the ground. You grin, physical training at the Future Foundation is finally coming in handy.

Servant looks like a perfect ruin beneath you. His hair spread out on the hard concrete, eyes glassy with desire, cheeks bright red and mouth wet with saliva. You laugh, you can feel him quivering below you. The quivering grows worse when you tug his black jacket down off his shoulders and start working his shirt up and over his head. He is so thin, sickly, shaking, barely even there. All jutting bones and paper thin skin.

“Are they feeding you?” you find yourself asking quite seriously.

Servant giggles, “They’re children. I feed myself when I find the time.”

“You don't often find the time, do you?” he sucks in a breath when the tip of your finger runs up over his exposed ribs. You lean down and press a hot kiss to his collarbone, “Are you sure that you’ll have enough energy for this?”

“Ehehe...Don’t concern yourself with that-“ he leans up enough to lick all the way up the length of your throat, “I can be quite tenacious when required”

You don't doubt it. Leaning back down to kiss him firmly, licking into his open mouth as your hands trail down his torso and to the button on his jeans. He whines loudly when you undo the zipper and wrap your fist around the hardness in his boxers. His hips stutter up into your grip and you smile against his lips. He’s cute. It’s cute how desperate he is. You sit up, grinding your hips down against his, moaning aloud at the feeling of his cock pressing firmly against your clit through your panties.

Servant breaks out into a breathless giggle, panting and moaning as he pushes his hips up to meet yours, shivery and insatiable. The only light in the room is a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, just bright enough to catch on his teeth when his chapped lips curl back in a grin.

“Yes~” He whines when you grind down again, pretty eyes fluttering closed and white hair spreading even further across the concrete, “use me use me use me!”

You like that. You like that a lot, “You want to be used?” you breathe, sitting up just enough that you can wriggle out of your panties, hiking your tight pencil skirt up over your hips.

“Please...please…” he whimpers, hips stuttering up even though there is nothing to meet them. Drool trailing down his chin, “I want you to use me for your pleasure…” he gasps out a moan, like even the thought of it is too much for him, “...cum all over me...please...ruin me…”

“Okay…” you whisper, pulling his boxers and jeans down his thighs to expose his cock, he hisses a breath in through his teeth that turns into a moan when you grab him, “Can you be a good boy and stay still for me?”

He nods furiously. Thighs and stomach tensing as he forces himself not to move. It becomes even harder when you slowly slip yourself down on him, letting your head loll back in a moan at the feeling of him filling you. He cries out, hands jumping up to grab at your waist, trying so hard to keep his hips still when all he wants is to chase your warmth.

A smile crawls its way across your face when you lean forward, placing your arms on either side of his head. He stares up at you, enamoured with you, face flushed red and mouth hung open, “You feel so good, Servant.” you croon, slowly licking up the shell of his ear.

He mewls, thrusting up inside of you just a little. He just can't resist.

“I’m...I’m sorry, I'm so pathetic ehehe” he pants, “Can’t even follow such a simple order.”

“Well, hopefully you will do better with this next one.” You start, adjusting yourself so your bare breasts are now right in front of his face, “suck.”

He doesn't waste one second, licking up under one of your nipples and then pulling it into his mouth. Peering up at you through his pretty eyelashes as he sucks languidly on your tit, swirling his tongue around and moaning so deeply that you can feel the vibrations.

“Ahh…ah! You’re such a pretty boy, aren’t you?”

He nods

“Such a good boy.”

He nods again, moving his hands from your waists to your breasts, pressing them close enough together that he is able to suck on both nipples at once.

“Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh fuck- I…hng…” you rock your hips forward, keening loudly when the head of his cock meets your g-spot. Servant is still trying to stay still. Panting loudly as he furiously licks and sucks on both of your nipples. Wet and sloppy with little to no precision, so desperate to taste you, to devour you. The pleasure in your stomach is curling and twisting, the feeling of him so deep inside you, quivering as he resists the urge to move. It’s so much and not enough all at once.

“Servant…” you groan, hips twitching forward enough to grind your clit down on his pelvis, “you…you can move…”

His hips snap up immediately. He doesn’t waste even a second to drill himself deep inside of you, almost sobbing against the flesh of your breasts when the desperation he has been holding in finally gets to escape. He is animalistic, he is hungry. His hands move from your breasts to grip tightly to your hips, encouraging you to bounce up and down on his cock.

Luckily you don’t need much encouragement. Sitting up enough that your breasts leave his mouth with a lurid pop, throwing your head back and riding him like your life depends on it. Underneath you, you can hear the sound of his chain jangling with the force of his upward thrusts, along with his staccato breathing as he loses himself deeper and deeper within you.

Sweat drips down your forehead, down between your shoulder blades, it feels so good, it feels so wrong. The ever present itch of his mitt presses against your skin, a grim reminder of everything he is, everything he has done. It only turns you on more.

“I…I…AHAHAH! I’m…close.” He stammers, eyes wide when they fixate on the spot where you are joined, sharing himself disappearing inside of you again and again. His bare hand slides down your side and around to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles that make your hips jump forward.

It’s too much, you can feel your insides growing tighter and tighter as his fingers bring you closer to the release you need so badly. Tossing your head back with a strangled moan as you finally cum, clenching hard around his cock and almost sobbing with how good it feels, how good he feels.

As Servant chases your release with his own, breaking into a breathless laughed as he pounds you with reckless abandon, cumming deep inside of you-

You can’t help but think that the foundation is really not going to be happy with you now.

But as Servant comes down from his high, his grip softens, his eyes grow sleepy, and he gives you a gentle smile that makes you heart race just a little-

And you realise that you don’t really care anymore.

[themattress]

One Villainous Scene - Call Me “The Ultimate Hope”

Who is the greatest villain Danganronpa has to offer? Monokuma / Junko Enoshima, of course. But who comes closer than anyone has any right to? Nagito fucking Komaeda.

In Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair, Nagito was an unpredictable and terrifying wild card throughout the game ever since the shocking revelation in Chapter 1 that he was an unstable psychopath who believes in murdering to create great despair so that hope can overcome it and shine even brighter in the world as a result. In Chapter 4, a turning point for his character happens when he learns that he and all the other students in the current Killing Game save for “the Traitor” (a mole from the Future Foundation) are actually members of Junko’s cult Ultimate Despair who have had their memories erased and placed in a virtual simulation. Succumbing to despair himself, Nagito immediately sets out to make that a stepping stone for a greater hope.....Ultimate Hope, in fact. Yes, he believes that if he kills himself in a way that gets all the other students save for the Traitor killed as well, he will eradicate Ultimate Despair and thwart Junko’s grand plan for being resurrected. In death, he would become the hero.

And his suicidal scheme is planned out and executed masterfully, with the lynchpin being his belief in his talent of Ultimate Luck. Unfortunately, his luck wasn’t quite enough to carry his plan over the finish line, and the Traitor’s self-sacrifice foils it. However, Nagito made a video message to be played in the case of his plan succeeding or failing, as even if it fails he still believes that bad luck will be followed by good luck as it has for him all his life, just as he believes hope will always emerge from despair. And he ends the video with this speech:

“My duty is finished.....I believe my actions will become the foundation of this world’s hope. And....if that really happens....Praise me. Tell others what I’ve accomplished. Erect a bronze statue of me. Respect me. Please call me....the Ultimate Hope.”

This speech is the perfect summation of Nagito’s character and what he was really seeking all this time. Born with an unnatural ability to attract powerful luck in his life, both good and bad one after the other repeatedly, the understandably traumatized, mentally ill Nagito wanted to make sense of his existence. When he was accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy and introduced to the whole hope/despair dynamic, Nagito applied it to his situation and became obsessed with the belief that despair (read: bad luck) is a necessary evil because it makes hope (read: good luck) shine all the brighter, and that hope is the strongest, most enduring force on Earth. To be a humble stepping stone for such shining hope used to be enough to satisfy Nagito’s desire to make his life worth something, but by the end he wanted nothing less than being the source of that hope. And the most twisted and tragic part of this is because it was all motivated by despair - both the revelation that he and his friends were part of Ultimate Despair and his belief that there can be no redemption in life for that...only death. In the end, Nagito was a deluded hypocrite, and not remotely worthy of the title he so craved.