Hiii I just wanted to let you know I LOVE the way you write Hajime. tysm for writing about him mwamwa/p
⌒☆ "STOP IT I LOVE HAJIME SO MUCH, AND THE FACT THAT YOU LIKE THE WAY I WRITE HIM IS SO AHDIWJWOJDIE- I LITERALLY HAVE A DUMB SMILE ON MY FACE RIGHT NOW!"
I am sorry if I am asking twice. Can you write smut headcanons for Hajime and Nagito with fem reader when he whispers into her ear and drives her crazy while they are making love?
It can be either separate or together if you want.
>> #Author's note ::
"hope you like this! I think you already sent this? But it's ok! Also i might've done this a litttleeee wrong but eh- BTW GUYS!! I'm working on a danganronpa rp blog! I actually already made it in my intro post!!"
>> genre: NSFW HEADCANONS !
>> ship: NAGITO KOMAEDA X FEM! READER X HAJIME HINATA
>>Content warning: fingering, oral (fem! receiving), clit play, BOOBY PLAY AAA, kinda fluffy sex? self degrading words, mentions of protection (duh!), TOP! hajime hinata, SERVICE TOP! nagito komaeda, mentions of PIV, pussy eating, lazy writing, idk how to tag, also cringe warning!
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HAJIME HINATA X OVERSTIMULATED! READER
#GENERAL SMUT HEADCANONS
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People usually start their mornings with hot, steaming coffee or tea with some toast or breakfast. But you and your boyfriend decided to spend some more time together lying on bed, it was a Friday, so why do you need to wake up early for?
You two were being a little affectionate, with his arm around your shoulder, playful banter here and there, until maybe accidentally, or purposely, you rubbed against his hips, making the reserve course student let out a whimper he couldn't hold back
You two just froze in the spot. Shocked, and highly aroused. At 11AM. You two shouldn't do it so early, correct? It should be... But the way he hugs your back, his chin on your shoulder, speaking just right to your ear says otherwise.
This man is sure easy to rile up. But it's because he loves you so much! So so much, he feels quite embarrassed about how aroused he becomes around you.
“was that.. On purpose..?”
“what do you think..?”
“I don't think you actually meant to do that.. you know i love you so much, right?”
All these sweet words are conflicting with the way his hand moves down your belly and right inside your sleep pants/shorts, rubbing against a specifically wet spot in your panties.
He's not the most skilled guy, but he can get a good moan(s) out of you. Rubbing your sensitive clit in slow circles, already managing to earn a whine from you
He doesn't know he's overstimulating you, he just thinks you're extra sensitive today. Which is true...! All due the fact his finger is pressing a little too roughly as he licks the line of your ear.
At first it was him teasing your quivering cunt, now you were riding him. Yeah, at 11AM. You are one hell of a hell horny animal, huh? It's not like he's not enjoying it! But he will definitely be embarrassed of the loud groans you managed to pull out of him with your tight heat around his shift.
“A—Ah! Soo...Tight..So g-good...”
“please..Keep going...!”
The poor guy is gripping your hips so tightly you think he'd collapse at any moment. But yet he doesn't stop whispering words of encouragement at you, like you're a champion of some sort and he's your cheer leader.
Even as both of you finish, he can't help but whimper loudly as you continue riding his overstimulated cock, which had already started to harden inside of you. You can't just get enough, huh?
Finally after a second orgasm of both of you, he'd get rid of the used condom weakly. Now he has to make up an excuse for why both of you are sore as hell.
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NAGITO KOMAEDA X OVERSTIMULATED! READER
#GENERAL SMUT HEADCANONS
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While the birds were playing their usual albums outside, the sun shining through the blinds
Nagito has some major issues with sleeping, it can be the cause of insomnia, or just the whirl of thoughts clashing inside his head, keeping him awake until 6 of the fucking morning.
Nagito would just look at you until you feel his eyes roaming around you in a non lustful way, he could never anyway! Just admiring your features is enough for a pathetic trash like him.
He would caress your hair gently, with almost feather light touches because he's afraid of ruining it for you (your hair is already a wild nest but for Nagito?)
You two just got hugged even tighter... Or maybe you were the one hugging him a little too tightly, since he immediately stiffened, you thought he wasn't used to hugging. Yeah, that's probably it! Definitely! It's obviously not the fact that you accidentally grinned against his crotch!
He would just laugh and hug you with a self-degrading comment being thrown out at himself, hoping you won't notice the bulge forming in his boxers. Because how pathetic is that? And when you do...??
“heh, how embarrassing and pathetic of me! Don't worry, I'll deal with it real quick—”
“Wait- hold on now! I'm also... wet..”
“no need to— Excuse me?”
(holy Adrian agreste moment.)
Don't EVEN give him the time to say he doesn't deserve it, just grab him into a deep kiss. Nagito is quite oblivious to your attraction to him, or maybe he just doesn't believe it, and this causes him to not notice the hints you throw his way when you're feeling heated.
But he would never say no if you asked! Just make sure to take advantage of that pretty face please, grip his hair and shove your pretty cunt to his eager mouth, and he wouldn't do anything but moan about it
Even if this guy is a failure as he calls himself, he's pretty good at making you forget your own name! Suckling and making a wet mess, your juices dripping from his chin to the bed beneath.
Even his words, meant to worship and show his wanton, are only making you lose control.
“look at all you, so beautiful.. What did i do to touch someone like you..”
“you're incredible. I can't believe someone like me can taste you.."
Nagito is an observer, he knows how fast to go, when to press that specific spot to make you whine, and how to play with your perky nipples for you to clench around his finger.
He just loves you so much.
>> #Author's note ::
"I hope you like it! I enjoyed writing for it! <3"
hiya kuro! can i request a seperate hajime and nagito x yearning!reader? pls ignore this if your inbox is too full! thank you!
>> #Author's note ::
"YAY A HAJIME REQUEST!! And Nagito ig... /affectionate! And dw abt my inbox being too full, i have lesser than i thought and i feel lighter than everrr! (◍•▽•◍)✧*"
>> genre: sfw headcanons!
>> ship: Hajime Hinata & Nagito Komaeda x gn! reader
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HAJIME HINATA X YEARNER! READER
#GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS
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At first he was confused on your sudden burst of love, how you'd hug him for too long, kiss him a bunch of times at random times..
Hajime was surprised from the amount of adoration in your eyes! Like why do you look like you just saw the best dessert ever?
He thinks of himself as basic but he isn't seeking much attention, he thinks he's ALRIGHT-Y without it.
All until you're spoiling him with it. Suddenly he craves it like a dr4gx a healthy dr4g! Give this boy all attention he deserves it!
He'd act all calm and chill but fail miserably when you just stare at him with a loving gaze like you're gonna devour all of him very respectfully.
It's worse since you also do it in public, and now everyone can clearly see him getting doted on by you like you're some lovesick person. How disgustingly sweet! Some might think of you as the proper partner now, and are envying him!
“[name].. People are staring. You are staring. Quit it, please—”
“you're such a beautiful man, Hajime.. Can i lick you?”
“[name]- we are STILL in public, can't you just wait until we're home!?”
“so i can lick you at home?”
“WHAT- NO?? I- [name] what the hell!”
Hajime is usually calm (if we don't count his mental spiral) but with you admiring everything he does? A stupid smile and a deep blush would appear on his face
and now he'll look like a virgin nerd! Which will make Hiyoko, or Kazuichi or even Fuyuhiko point it out and laugh at him.
Hajime has a little problem with self appreciation, good thing you're here to boost his ego!
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NAGITO KOMAEDA X YEARNER! READER
#GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS
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You're yearning..For him!?? For what reason..?? He's just a useless nobody! Why do you give him those loving looks?
As much as Nagito insults himself, he truly loves being appreciated, even if his own emotions make him feel like he's taking advantage of something so beautiful.
He's a yearner himself, and the fact YOU, THE MOST FLAWLESS CREATURE POSSIBLE, is all over him like that?
He can't believe it. But he likes it nonetheless! Like yes please, pet his head and make him feel like the most important thing in the world, even if he fights against your own words with his self-degradating ones.
He secretly likes it when you smooch his face and pet his hair, ESPECIALLY his hair. His hair is a cloud of white, red tipped hair, and he's like a cat on catnip everytime you pet him!
“you really don't have to do all of that—”
“you're such a beautiful boy..”
“heh, I'm flattered, [name]! But i am undeserving of your—”
“you have such good hair, beautiful eyes, handsome face.. You're perfect.” *SMOOOOOOOCH*
Suddenly he's all giggly now, he had fully given up to your affection. The feeling of lying his head on your chest, shoulder or thighs, anywhere really, feels nice. Like he's getting the affection he didn't get from anyone before.
He isn't embarrassed by it in the public too! He just lets it happen with a smile on his face, eyes closed as you give him kisses all over his face in the middle of hanging out with everyone.
He's a melting pundle of happy energy on his place all day and night, he will even have a little bounce to his steps while walking back to you!
>> #Author's note ::
"i enjoyed writing for itt!! Sorry it took a little long <3"
you’re very good, i’m not sure why you don’t get requests often! i’ll come back to request more if it’s not too much trouble…
i was wondering if i could request hajime x fem s/o headcanons? both sfw and nsfw if you can!! if not, maybe just nsfw then. ^_^
have a good day!!
Hajime Hinata x fem s/o sfw and nsfw hc's!
HIII UHHH I WAS GONE FOR A YEAR AGAIN BUT I FINALLY DECIDED TO DO A REQUEST AGAIN....
sfw:
-if you have an ultimate, Hajime walks to the main building and waits for you by the gate at the end of every day to hang out with you a bit after school
-if you don't have an ultimate he just waits for you in front of your classroom
-he's not the one to buy you expensive gifts, but he's ALWAYS buying you snacks and drinks
- ^ he complains about this but still insists on paying
-you two study together!!!
-he's not too smart academically but he'll always try to help you if your struggling with a subject
-loves dates where you're just,,,, going on walks together or going to a cafe together, he likes more private dates in not very public places
-will MABYE let you do his skincare or put makeup on him if you ask super nicely with a cherry on top and if you never speak of it again
-gets really embarrassed if his friends tease him for having a girlfriend
-if your on call with him he WILL NOT hang up even if he's on the verge of falling asleep
-teases you sometimes, but gets embarrassed if you do it back
-lets you talk about whatever you want for hours, and trust me he'll listen the whole time even if he thinks the topic is boring
-secretly loves it when you gossip..... yes he's interested but he'll deny it
nsfw:
-really likes it if you're sitting in his lap when you're making out...... especially if you're wearing a skirt.......
-and he really likes it when you sit on his face..........
-he just likes feeling your full weight on him....
-ass man im sorry
-doesnt care about size as long as he has SOMETHING to grab
-love titties too tho cuz who doesnt
-fav positions are cowgirl and doggy with your face in the pillows
-will MABYE take a video when hes fucking you from behind if u let him
-yeah he acts like hes not a perv but he totally is
- ^ he definetly jerked off on call when u were just talking abt ur day or whatever
-also kazuichi keeps asking him abt u two's sex life and hes just like dude. SHUT THE FUCK UP
-likes handjobs more than blowjobs but WILL ABSOLUTLEY TAKE 69'ing OVER A HANDJOB ANY DAY
-likes sensual massages on both sides,,, idk this just makes sense to me dont question it
-also LOVES fingering you... like youre both sitting on the bed and your back is against his chest and hes just working magic on ur pussy (also he loves when u kiss him during this)
-doesnt really moan bcs hes embarrassed and he just doesnt but grunts a lot
-he loves if u moan a lot tho he likes knowing you feel good
-yeah hes definetly more of a giver than a reciver
how would they react when it's revealed that their gf was an accomplice to the murder that has taken place? (shuichi, kazuichi, rantaro, hajime, byakuya, nagito, kokichi) you can write it as a drabble or however you prefer! have a great day <3
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓.
🔎 what hurts him more than the murder is realizing you were part of it. incl. shuichi saihara, kazuichi soda, rantaro amami, hajime hinata, byakuya togami, nagito komaeda & kokichi oma. 🍷 cws. cursing, use of y/n, female reader.
𝐢. 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚
when the closing argument was done and the true killer was brought to light, shuichi thought he could handle the truth.
however, there were still doubts. specifically of how the killer was able to manage being in two places at once. though the obvious answer to that would be an accomplice, right?
but the real issue is who?
it’s the one question that’s been bugging his mind for the rest of the trial. everyone’s alibis had a solid backup and confirmed, there should be no suspicions. turns out he was wrong. because what he didn’t expect, truly, was to hear you confess the very mystery he was searching to solve.
as it turns out, you were the accomplice all along.
“...why?”
that single word held unspoken devastation.
tears were already brimming at his eyes, shoulders instantly tensing. his hands gripped the podium until his knuckles whitened. the ultimate detective, who slowly learned to trust his own deductions, now stared at the person he cared about most as if the ground suddenly vanished beneath him.
his voice was quiet at first, almost a whisper. then it cracked. “i thought…we were trying to survive this together. i trusted you.”
trusted...
shuichi’s mind raced, piecing together every small moment you spent together. the late-night talks, the way you always gave him when he doubted himself. and fuck, the dream of escaping together to build a future. all of it now tainted.
“i kept telling myself there had to be a mistake,” he continued, voice trembling badly. “that the evidence was wrong. but it wasn’t, was it? you helped them. you knew what was going to happen and you…you let it.”
“how could you?”
“...”
truth was, you knew this was going to inevitably happen once the blackened was found. of course you knew shuichi would piece together justice. he’s a detective, and your boyfriend. or, well, that was complicated now. but you trust his skills.
though the guilt was eating you alive. and so you had no choice but to confess. now you have nothing to say except accepting the consequences of your actions.
consequences that hurt to witness unravel.
“i’m supposed to find the truth. that’s my talent. but i couldn’t see this. i didn’t want to see it.” his breath hitched. “was any of it real? or was i just…convenient?”
shuichi was shattered, not angry—the kind of quiet, crushing heartbreak that came from someone who finally started believing in himself, only for that belief to be weaponized against him.
“i don’t know how to process this,” he admitted, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. “part of me still wants to believe there was a reason. that you had no choice. but…even if that’s true, it doesn’t change what you did.”
shuichi lowered his head, to hide away the tears that refused to stop slipping. the very boy who’s grown so much through the trials now looked smaller than ever.
“why don’t you say anything?”
“i can’t.”
accepting your answer, “i thought we could make it out of here together,” he whispered in pain. “now i don’t even know what ‘together’ means anymore.”
then he turned around and left without another word.
𝐢𝐢. 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐚
the revelation landed like a wrench slammed to the gut.
you helped cover up the murder. you weren’t the killer, but you were still a complicit—and the evidence made it undeniable for him to try to ignore.
kazuichi’s eyes went wide, his restless energy freezing into pure panic. he fiddled frantically with the bolt hanging from his jumpsuit, twisting it over and over as if it could fix the situation.
“n-no way…you? you helped them?!” his voice cracked high, bordering on hysterical. “we were supposed to be on the same side! i thought you had my back, that we were gonna get through this messed-up game together!”
his mind was a whirl of thoughts, heart thudding almost painfully. “man, i’m such an idiot. i always fall for this crap. i told myself you were different, that you actually liked hanging around a loser like me. but you were just using me, weren’t you? keeping me distracted while—”
kazuichi stopped, breathing hard. his trust issues, the ones he’d buried under layers of himself, came floating back to the surface.
“i really liked you, y’know?” he said trying to sound casual, but his tone dropped audibly in hurt. “like, a lot. i kept thinking maybe someone cool like you could actually see something good in me. but this…? helping someone kill? covering it up?” he shook his head, eyes glistening. “that hurts worse than getting punched in the face.”
but he was also frustrated. frustrated that you’d gotten so helpless that you helped commit a murder. and betrayed. because you knew all along and didn’t trust him enough to confide in.
“why, y/n? why didn’t you just tell me?! i would’ve…i don’t know, tried to help or something! instead you made me look like a total idiot in front of everyone!”
the panic slowly gave way to raw pain. kazuichi looked away, shoulders slumping. “guess i really am just the dumb mechanic after all.”
𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐢
it took a while for rantaro to process what shuichi just said.
his own partner...an accomplice to the murder?
not the one who swung the blow, but the one who helped hide the evidence and provided the opportunity.
although rantaro stayed calm on the surface, that easy, mysterious smile still plastered on his face, his eyes have gone cold. and he didn’t stop observing you with the same careful insight he used on every puzzle in this killing game.
“so that’s how it is,” he said lightly, though there was no warmth in his tone. “you were involved. i have to admit…i didn’t see that one coming.”
he let out a soft, humorless chuckle. “and here i thought i was getting pretty good at reading people. guess my ‘ultimate adventurer’ instincts aren’t as sharp as i hoped.”
rantaro’s gaze never left yours. there was no shouting, no insults or accusing you. just this heavy disappointment that felt worse than anger. because he knew, and he believes you do too—that the special things of your relationship have been shoved away to the past.
nothing was going to be the same now.
he ran a hand through his green hair with slightly shaky fingers, expression turning serious. “i get it, you know? despair makes people do ugly things. but being an accomplice? that means you chose to let someone die. you chose to lie to all of us. to lie to me.”
for a brief moment, something vulnerable flashed across his face; the weight of all the people he’s already lost pressing down on him again.
“i thought we had something real here,” he finally averted his eyes from you. “something worth protecting. but if you were willing to help take a life… then maybe i never really knew you at all.”
rantaro straightened up, already stepping away to leave. dammit, did it hurt. but what other choice did he have?
and he felt his heart break a little in two as he muttered, “guess that’s another lesson learned the hard way.”
𝐢𝐯. 𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚
hajime stood frozen at his podium, staring at you like he was seeing a stranger. his usual logical mind short-circuited, replaced by a churning mix of anger and disbelief.
“you’ve gotta be kidding me…” then his voice rose in frustration. “you helped them? you knew what was going to happen and you still went along with it?”
he ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the side. “i kept defending you. i told everyone there had to be some explanation, that you wouldn’t do something like this. and this whole time…you were part of it.”
hajime’s chest heaved as the betrayal sank deeper. he wasn’t the type to cry easily, but his eyes were burning. “do you even get what that means? you didn’t just lie to the class—you lied to me. i let myself get close to you. i trusted you with shit i don’t tell anyone else.”
and you let me fall in love with you. was next in coming out of his mouth but stopped himself.
you finally spoke, but it was quiet. “i didn’t have a choice, hajime. it wasn’t that simple—”
“bullshit,” he interjected sharper than he intended. “there’s always a choice. you chose to protect a killer instead of standing with the rest of us.” he looked away, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. but the pain in his chest was even worse. “i thought we were in this together. that maybe…we could actually make it out of here. now i don’t know what the hell we were.”
the anger slowly drained from him, leaving only exhaustion. hajime leaned heavily against the podium, shoulders drooped as the weight of everything settled on him.
“i don’t even know how to look at you right now,” he added. “and that might be the worst part.”
he stayed silent for the rest of the trial, eyes fixed somewhere on the floor.
questioning if everything you shared was all a lie.
𝐯. 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢
byakuya didn’t raise his voice. he never needed to.
the moment the truth was laid bare, that you’d been an accomplice, helping to conceal the crime and manipulate the scene—his expression shifted from mild irritation to something far colder.
“i do not tolerate betrayal,” he said flatly. his tone was clinical without question. “and yet here you are. not the killer, but close enough to be one. how utterly disappointing.”
he regarded you with the same disdain he usually reserved for anyone, but it felt different. more personal, since it was about you, his very own lover.
“i allowed you closer than most. that was clearly a mistake in judgment. i expected better, even from someone of your status. to think you would lower yourself to playing the role of a pathetic accomplice…it’s almost laughable.”
it’s as if none of this was affecting him.
but you still tried to explain. “byakuya, it wasn’t like that. i—”
“spare me your excuses.”
“i have no interest in hearing rationalizations from someone who chose weakness over strength. the fact that you thought you could hide it from me is almost insulting.”
he straightened his posture to continue. “in the end, people always reveal their true nature. yours is apparently one of mediocrity and cowardice. how predictable.”
despite the harsh words, byakuya’s eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. the walls he slightly lowered for you were now reinforced, thicker than before.
he finally tore his gaze away, as if you already ceased to matter for him.
“continue with the vote. this matter is beneath my attention any longer.”
and the long days after, he spent most of his time in the library with an extra chair across the table he liked to sit at, occasionally looking up from his book to that spot out of habit. because even though you did wrong, he had grown accustomed to your presence.
but he’ll mentally scold himself and continue reading. his heart has to get used to the way things are now.
𝐯𝐢. 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚
“ah… so that’s how it is,”
nagito’s smile didn’t waver at first. it stayed fixed on his face, wide and unsettling, as the class processed the revelation. but his eyes have gone strangely bright, almost feverish.
tilting his head, he added, “you were an accomplice. how beautiful. how wonderfully despair-inducing.”
he laughed quietly, the sound fragile and unhinged. “i really thought you were different, y/n. i believed someone like you could be the hope that balances out all this trash. but instead, you chose to help create more despair. you covered for a murderer. all while smiling at me like nothing was wrong.”
nagito’s hands trembled slightly as he gripped his podium, tone lacing with that obsessive mix of adoration and disappointment only he could manage.
“i trusted you more than i should have. i let myself believe that our connection was special—that you saw the hope inside someone as worthless as me.”
“turns out you were just another pawn in this game. a beautiful, rotten little accomplice.” leaning forward, those eyes locked on yours with unsettling intensity.
“does it feel good? knowing you helped cover up a life? knowing you caused despair rather than hope for everyone?”
you stood there silently, offering no response to what he’s saying. despite that smile, nagito did feel hurt. it ached like a hole’s been carved out of his chest. “i wanted to believe in you so badly. but hope that relies on lies…is no hope at all.”
that eerie smile returned to his lips as he laughed softly to himself.
“how fitting. even the person i liked most turned out to be steeped in despair. thank you…for showing me the truth.”
𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐨𝐦𝐚
the reaction from kokichi was immediate and loud.
the second shuichi pointed at you as the accomplice everyone was questioning about—helping plan, hide evidence, and manipulate the crime scene—his usual mischievous grin twisted into something else entirely.
“wooow~” he drawled, clapping slowly. “so our dear y/n was a sneaky little helper all along? that’s hilarious! i mean, i lie all the time, but at least i’m honest about being a liar!”
he hopped up onto his podium, sitting cross-legged like this was just another fun game. but eyes don’t lie, and his were had darkened.
“you know what the worst part is?” kokichi tilted his head, voice dripping with feigned sweetness. “i actually kinda liked you. like, for real. not the fake kind of like i do with everyone else. and you went and ruined it by being a boring accomplice. how lame.”
he giggled, but there was no real humor in it. “nishishi~ i thought we had a good thing going! the supreme leader and his favorite little accomplice~ we could’ve caused so much chaos together. but nooo, you had to go and help with an actual murder instead of playing around with me.”
kokichi’s expression suddenly dropped, the playful mask vanishing completely for a moment. his voice turned bitter.
“you lied to my face. every time you smiled at me, every time you laughed at my stupid jokes…you were hiding this. that’s not fun. that’s just mean.”
he jumped down and spun around once, raising his arms to clasp at the back of his head. he may fool others into thinking he was taking it normally, but his movements were agitated.
he was bothered by it, no matter how hard he tried to play it like some joke.
“congratulations! you fooled the ultimate supreme leader. happy now?” he pointed at you with a forced grin. “from now on, i’m not gonna trust a single word that comes out of your mouth. not even if you beg!”
kokichi turned his back to you, but not before you caught the brief flash of real hurt in his eyes—quickly covered up with another maniacal laugh.
well, it’s certainly going to be hard to get over you now.
And can I have a Hajime Hinata x fem reader where the reader has a cat hidden in her cottage during the killing game and Hajime finds out? Tysm!! 🫶🏾
- 🍿 anon
hi there! thank you for the request, my pearl. i love the thought of a random cat lounging in someone's room during the killing game. as someone who is quite allergic to cats, i think if i let one near me- it would be a body discovery in itself. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) however!! i hope you enjoy regardless!
(note: i will do you one better, dear requestor, and dub you popcorn shrimp anon! lmk if that's cool.)
Hajime isn't an idiot. He's noticed that you've been acting strange ever since the second trial ended. You've been distant, figuratively and literally. There has been days where you wouldn't leave your cottage, and when you did, you weren't entirely present either. Something had laid claim to your mind and refused to let up. Hajime easily could've brushed it off, if it weren't for the growing unease regarding your absence during breakfast.
"She's seriously skippin' breakfast again? Jeez- this is like, the third day in a row." Akane managed while scarfing down a plate of scrambled eggs.
"I don't really get it, though. She wasn't even that close to Mahiru or Peko. It doesn't make sense that she'd get all depressed." Souda chimes in. Being upset over their deaths wasn't unreasonable. But Hajime knew you could gather the strength to leave your cottage regardless. Your resiliency is something he appreciated about you. During investigations and class trials, he could always count on you to back him up.
That's exactly why your absence makes his stomach churn.
"Perhaps, there is another reason for her dubious behaviour?" Gundham crosses his arms.
"That reminds me. Recently, she's been finding fur in her mouth. I think." Chiaki tilted her head to the side.
"That is correct!" Sonia nodded, "Yesterday, I even encountered her at the supermarket. When I greeted her, I noticed a large assortment of canned foods in her shopping cart."
"What kind of canned food was it, Sonia?" Hajime presses. "If I remember correctly, her cart held various cans of tuna and salmon." Huh. That does sound unusual, but from his judgement, not outright incriminating.
"M-Maybe someone should go check on her? Just t-to make sure she's okay." Mikan stutters out. "I'll go." Hajime doesn't miss a beat, getting up and quickly rinsing his orange juice glass. "A-Are you sure, man? Do you want one of us to go with you?" Souda rubs the back of his neck. "That's fine. My cabin is right in front of hers anyway. I'll head over now."
Hajime left the hotel restaurant soon after, chewing the situation over in his head. By themselves, skipping breakfast and buying a bulk supply of tuna doesn't sound like much to worry about. However, when he considers your behaviour in the context of the killing game, it was enough to make his head throb. All he knew for sure was that his friend hasn't been themselves recently, and it's making him worry like all hell. He approaches your cabin door, readying his fist to rap against it. Before he could, the sound of fervent scratching greeted him from inside.
What the hell? Hajime called out your name. "It's Hajime. Is everything okay in there?" The scratching paused for a moment, before he heard a soft growl and skittering across the floor. Did she have a pet inside her cabin or something? "Are you in there?" Hajime leaned against the door, feeling it push open from his weight. It's unlocked? Dread pooled up in his stomach. Seeing the slight crack in the entrance, he took this opportunity to carefully slip inside your room.
But instead of finding you, Hajime spotted a furry cat lying on the floor. Huh. The cat jumps and hisses viscously at the stranger. The brunet took a cautious step behind him, nearly tripping over a toy mouse. He watches the cat run and shield itself behind your couch. With a quick glance around your cabin, Hajime starts to piece things together. The cans of tuna and salmon were stacked against the wall, colourful toys strewn across the floor, and a small velvet cushion at the foot of your bed; your pet cat has somehow found its way onto Jabberwock Island.
Hajime searched your cabin and discovered you weren't inside. This whole situation kept on getting stranger. Why leave your cottage unlocked if you were going out? Or go as far as to stop leaving your room altogether. There was no way Hajime could leave with more questions than he arrived with. So, he decided to camp out inside your cabin until you returned. His presence wasn't appreciated by your furry companion, earning Hajime a couple scratches while trying to coax them out from under the bed.
It took three cans of food, a feathered cat teaser, and an ungodly amount of patience for your cat to cozy up with him on the couch. Hajime couldn't recall how many minutes passed before he heard the door creak open. You were standing in the doorway, yelping abruptly as your e-Handbook slipped from your grasp. Hajime flinches up, caught off-guard by your entrance, but overall glad to see you're safe. He slipped out from below your cat and apologized for scaring you.
"I came by because I wanted to check in on you, but your door was unlocked. So, I decided to sit here and wait for you." You left the door open? Dear God. Nearly shoving past him, you were at your cat's side within seconds, cradling them in your arms. You could've sworn it was locked when you left. When questioned by Hajime, you explained that yesterday, you had left your e-Handbook on the shelf while you were shopping at the supermarket. Once you had realized it was missing, you were too frazzled to remember to double check the lock. Hajime hummed in understanding. If your e-Handbook had been lost or destroyed, you run the risk of punishment. But that wasn't his only concern.
"Never mind that, is everything alright? We haven't seen you around in a while." Your stomach sunk at the question. Saying it out loud might sound a little...odd. What if you told Hajime, and he judged you for it? Or didn't take you seriously? He watched your lips purse into a thin line. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's alright. I'm just-" He pauses for a moment. His gaze lingered on your dark bags and tired eyes.
"I'm worried about you. I want to help in any way I can." Hajime's firm tone barely masked the tremble in his voice. Hajime cared about you. So much. You couldn't hide it anymore.
So, you told him. You told Hajime about how Monokuma dropped your pet cat at your doorstep, on the night after Mahiru's death. Grappling that your beloved pet was somehow roped into this vicious killing game. How were you meant to take care of them like this? God forbid, if something happened to you. There would be nobody left to look after them. That's why you hid yourself away, afraid that if you stepped outside- there'd be a knife at your throat within seconds.
As you spoke, Hajime nodded carefully at your words. He slowly began to understand. It wasn't just your life you were protecting, but your cat's as well. "I get that. But you shouldn't be skipping breakfast. It wouldn't do any good for either of you." Hajime wasn't wrong, but there were still risks to leaving your cabin. The possibilities paralyzed you, rendering it impossible for you to leave your room at all.
"If it would make you feel any better, I could always accompany you to places." You smiled. Hajime was one of the only people you felt you could trust here. After muttering a thank you, Hajime noticed the way your gaze hardened. You asked him, if anything happened to you, could he take care of your pet? The two of you stopped to look around the state of your bedroom. "Of course. If you're sure. I feel like Gundham would do a better job than I could." It didn't matter. You trusted Hajime.
"Regardless," He turned to you, with a gleam of something you haven't known in days. "Nothing's going to happen to you two. We're going to make it off this island, right?" Right. On that note, you pulled him in for a quick squeeze. You felt his shoulders stiffen against you, before slowly wrapping his arms in a secure hold around your waist. "Hey, I'm here for you, okay?" You couldn't help the smile that grew on your lips at his words. With a nod, you settled your head to rest on his shoulder. Of course, you didn't miss the way his breath hitches as you do. A small chuckle escapes your lips as he pulls away just enough to glare at you.
And like clockwork, a deep growl erupted from your stomach. You pulled back fully, eyes blown wide as you apologized profusely. Hajime brushed it off with a smile that could heal a world of hurt. "C'mon, let's get you breakfast." He held a hand out to you. Who were you to refuse after all this? With your hand in his, you left your cabin without even looking over your shoulder.
bonus HC's:
kitty DEFINITELY feels like a third wheel.
will not hesitate to hiss, or claw at hajime if he gets too close to you.
(this backfires, of course. with you bandaging hajime and kitty staring daggers into his ahoge.)
"huh? my cat is plotting against you? no way!" please believe him. or your cat might become a blackened.
"Fuck, okay– okay! Wait- oh goddd!" he's breathless, every time he tries to take air in you hear him gasp along with it. In the whole of your sexual relationship with Hajime, you can't remember ever getting him this worked up.
He writhes against the bed desperately, his body unsure how to react or even function with so much stimulation. His panting leads off into whines and those whines are beginning to sound more like cries.
"Mh, you okay?" Your voice is light, almost like a song to the background of his own thumping heart. "S'good," is all he can muster between mindless babbles. Your hand moves so slow, up and down in a way that it's almost hypnotic.
"Oh Jesus christ– mhph- I can't!" He's barely there, each word of his gets higher and higher pitched. He feels like he can't function, every drag of your palm scrambles his brain further.
His hands desperately grab the sheets, trying to find something to ground himself but its all so much that his hand shake, loosening and closing over and over again.
"Hah! Fuck, please!" He groans, his eyes sown shut so tightly he's worried he won't be able to open them again.
You sit on top of his thighs, keeping him pinned to the mattress every time his hips try to twitch up into the air. His whole body is slightly shaking and his tips is flushed a pretty red, leaking all over the back of your hand.
He let's out a pathetic whine, one you didn't know he could even make before tears actually start to form in his eyes. He blinks warily before you're going faster, your hand tightening around his length while the other goes to trace the shape of his waist.
Just from that he starts crying, everything he's saying is barely understandable and he's violently bucking up into your warmth, body searching for release. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" It's all airy pleas with a slightly hoarse voice, tears slipping down his cheeks as he chokes on his own cries of pleasure.
You can feel his dick twitch in your hand and it's easy to tell he's about ready to burst, from his heaving chest and sobbed whines there's no denying it. "Mh, you gonna finish?" You egg on, trying to find some type of response out of him.
"Yes-! Oh God yes pleasepleaseplease-! Fuck I love you, please!" He's so desperate that you're sure if you pulled back he'd break — so you don't. Your hand continues with the same speed and he's left almost gasping. Every moan is interrupted by a shaking sob, his voice what you'd consider to be completely unadulterated beauty.
He shouts out a babbled whine as you see his cum begin to shoot out in spurts, moving your hand quickly to work him through it as he cries. You're not sure exactly what he said, something between a declaration of love and mindless begging, both were definitely alright with you, though.
You slow down and just lightly move over his softening member, his cum dripping down the back of your hand slightly. You stop once he begins to whine louder again, not intending to overstimulate him.
"You okay, babe?" You ask softly, your other hand that isn't covered in his release comes up to wipe some hair out of his face. "Perfect," he mumbles in return, tear streaks painted down his cheeks.
He lays there basically limp as you lean over to plant a kiss on his forehead. "I'm gonna get something to clean you up, alright?"
"Mhm," he hums, in a state of complete comfort. "Love you," he says softly, worn out and tired but completely enamored by you, his eyes tracing over your body before you could get off his thighs.
"I love you too."
Yes, it was very short, so sorry!! But like I gotta write 31 of these, they're allowed to be short 😭
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