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𝑈𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒/𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝐺𝑜𝑑

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Nagito X Reader Smut

(This one’s luh fluff and normal)

Nagito Komaeda always felt like he didn’t deserve you. You were so kind, so pure—everything he wasn’t. But you loved him anyway, bad luck and all. And tonight, after a long day of classes, you wanted nothing more than to show him just how extensive that love was.

You found him studying alone in your shared bedroom brows furrowed as he skimmed over the various textbooks. When you walked in he looked up, surprise flashing across his face before melting into something softer, something warmer.

"My hope.." he said softly, setting down a highlighter. "I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

You closed the distance between you both, hands sliding up his chest to cup his face. "Miss me?"

His breath hitched when your fingers brushed against his cheeks, the scent of your shampoo filling his nostrils—sweet like candy, completely opposite of his usual sterile soap.

"I always miss you" he murmured, leaning into your touch despite himself. It was dangerous, letting someone get this close, letting himself indulge in things he shouldn’t have..But God, did he want you.

Your lips curve into a smile, thumb tracing the curve of his bottom lip. "Good..Because I missed you too."

You then pressed a gentle kiss into his lips, yours were like soft cushions compared to his, and he reveled in every single second.

Nagito’s heart pounded against his ribcage as his hands shakily rested on your hips that fit perfectly into his palms—cushiony thighs bracketing his legs, soft stomach pressing against his own. He’d spent countless nights imagining this, fantasizing about the way your body would feel against his. Now, reality far surpassed anything his mind could conjure up.

He nipped at your lower lip, hands slipping under your shirt to caress the warm skin of your back. You arched into him with a quiet gasp, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirts thin fabric.

"P-please.." he whimpered out, breaking the kiss to look at you clearly. "Need you..need to feel you”

After those words clothes fell away piece by piece—his shirt yanked off clumsily, your skirt pooled around your ankles. Cool air kissed against your heated skin as you both stumbled toward the bed, tangled limbs and frantic breaths filling the small space.

Nagito lays you down gently, taking a moment to drink in the sight of your bare form. The dim light from the sky streamed in through the window, Illuminating his platinum curls and greyish-green eyes that were currently staring deeply into yours.

"You’re sure?" he asked, hovering above you. Old doubts crept in, his mind telling him that he didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve you. But the lovestruck look you gave him silenced those thoughts.

"Yes" you whispered, pulling him down until his weight settled comfortably atop you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels gently digging into the small of his back. "You deserve to be by my side Nagito, never doubt that."

And then there were no more words, only whimpers, moans, and the sound of skin on skin.

You moved together in a gentle yet eager rhythm, hands mapping familiar territory with newfound reverence. Every press into you, every silent plea, every ragged exhale, stitched you tighter together.

When you both came, it was quiet—a soft cry muffled against his shoulder, with his own groans swallowed by your hair. Aftershocks rolled through you both, leaving you trembling and sated.

Post-coital bliss fogged Nagito’s mind, limbs heavy. You traced idle patterns on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

Eventually, he stirred, gently humming to draw your attention. His expression held something vulnerable, almost afraid. "Was…was that okay?"

You turned your head to press a kiss to his cheek. "More than okay. You were incredible Nagito."

He blushed faintly and smiled, bright and genuine, chasing away the shadows in his heart. For once, he let himself believe he might deserve happiness after all.

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What Kokichi’s birthday with you would look like.

-༺Morning surprise

- You’d wake up extra early to break in and prepare his bedroom while he’s sleeping, when he wakes up it’s decorated head to toe with purple and white balloons, checkered patterns, and a trail of Panta bottles leading to the kitchen

- You’re waiting there with a mischievous grin, acting as if breaking into his home is perfectly normal

- "Did you really think I'd let you sleep in on your special day? That would be soooo boring!"

- you’ve been planning this for weeks, keeping a close eye on his schedule to make sure he’d be home

-༺Birthday Demands

- To nobody’s surprise he actually already had a handwritten list of birthday activities that you guys "absolutely MUST" do

- The list is sealed with wax and tied with a ribbon as if it's some royal decree

- "This is a binding contract now! If you try to escape, my secret organization will hunt you down~"

- The activities range from harmless (playing board games together) to questionable (prank calling his enemies AKA Kaito)

- He's particularly insistent that you don't check your phone all day, he demands to have all your attention on him

-༺Gifts

- He’s surprised when you give him the exact item that he’s been eyeing

- He’ll mask his ever growing excitement by a mask of nonchalance but you know deep down he’s fan-girling

- A few days later you’ll have a sleepover where you’ll then find it on his bedside next to a printed out picture of the two of you

-༺Birthday Cake

- I feel like Kokichi would ADORE ice cream cake, he’d have an ice cream cake harboring his signature colors with whipped cream replacing the overwhelming frosting and it’d probably have a few cookies and chocolate strawberries on top

- He INSISTS on having you feed him the first bite, watching you intently as you cut him a slice with a bit of everything on it

- You’d tease him by coldly saying "I made it extra special just for you..don't worry, the poison will take a few hours to kick in~" RIGHT after he gets his fill of the cake

- He notices that there's a suspicious second cake that you keep eyeing nervously, perhaps a backup in case the first one was a disaster?

-༺Personal Moments

- Throughout the day, he oscillates between manic energy with you and suddenly becoming quiet

- During a quiet moment, he might admit that nobody has celebrated his birthday properly before

- He'll immediately follow this with "That was a lie! I've had huge parties with thousands of attendees!"

- You catch him taking photos of you both together when he thinks you're not looking

- If you try to take a selfie with him, he'll make a ridiculous face, but then ask to see it and secretly save it

-༺Evening Activities

- As the day winds down, he becomes increasingly reluctant to let it end

- He "coincidentally" has everything needed for you to have an overnight stay at his place

- "The doors are already locked anyway, and I've hidden your keys! Guess you're stuck with me~"

- He suggests watching horror movies, but secretly just wants an excuse to cling to you

- You might notice he's positioned himself between you and all exits

-༺Parting Ways

- When you finally do leave (or he finally lets you leave), he'll make you promise to celebrate his "half-birthday" in six months

- Your phone has mysteriously been set to remind you of his birthday every month, not just annually

- "Now you'll never forget me! Not that I'd let you anyway..."

- Despite all the chaos, you can tell that this birthday genuinely meant something special to him

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Hardcore bondage with Yandere Kokichi

(Okay guys this is INSANELY freaky so take caution)

In a dark, dimly lit basement, you find yourself chained to the cold stone floor, spread and utterly helpless. The air reeks of sweat, leather, and something more primal. Your heart races as you hear light footsteps approach.

Kokichi Oma emerges from the shadows, his piercing gaze locked onto you. A small grin spreads across his face as he admires your bound form. He circles around you like a predator stalking its prey, his fingers trailing along the chains that hold you captive.

"Look at you" he purrs, his voice low and husky. "So beautiful, so vulnerable. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time Cracker Jack~"

Kokichi leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to take my time with you, make you beg for release and by the end, you'll be screaming my name."

He steps back, revealing a collection of ropes, cuffs, and other implements of pleasure and pain. With deliberate slowness, he selects a thick, black rope and begins to weave an intricate pattern around your wrists, binding them even tighter.

As he works, Kokichi’s hands roam over your body, squeezing and stroking, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You arch into his touch, desperate for more despite the fear and humiliation coursing through you.

With a cruel chuckle, Kokichi moves down your body, his fingers deftly unfastening your pants. He tugs them down roughly along with your underwear, exposing your throbbing erection to the cool air of the dungeon. Without preamble, he wraps his hand around your shaft, pumping it slowly.

"You're already so hard for me," he sneers, his grip tightening. "Pathetic how easily I can make you submit."

Kokichi leans in, capturing your lips in a brutal kiss, forcing his tongue past your teeth to claim your mouth. His free hand roams over your chest, pinching and twisting your nipples until they ache.

Breaking the kiss, he rises to his feet, his eyes gleaming with sadistic lust.

Kokichi reaches for a leather strap attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He loops one end around your balls, pulling it taut, and secures the other end to the ankle cuff that binds your leg. The resulting stretch sends a jolt of agony through your groin.

"This should stop you from squirming" he gives you a cruel smile before giving the strap a slight yank. "Now, let's see how long you can last before begging for mercy."

With that, he drops to his knees between your spread legs, his hot breath washing over your straining cock. Before you can react, his mouth engulfs you, sucking hard enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids.

Kokichi’s mouth works you mercilessly, his tongue swirling around your sensitive head as he bobs up and down your shaft. The combination of the intense suction, the strain on your balls, and the helplessness of your position pushes you to the brink of madness.

Tears stream down your face as you struggle against the chains, but there's no escape from Kokichi’s skilled ministrations. He seems to sense your impending climax, doubling his efforts as he sucks harder, his nose pressing into your pubic bone.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Kokichi pulls back, releasing you with a wet pop. He looks up at you, his eyes glinting with triumph and arousal. "Not yet, Cracker Jack. We're just getting started."

Kokichi stands, his eyes roaming over your helpless form with a mix of contempt and perverse fascination. He retrieves a riding crop from the assortment of toys and approaches you once more.

"I want to hear you scream" he commands, bringing the crop down in a stinging blow across your chest. "Let's see how loud you can get before you pass out from pain and pleasure."

He delivers a flurry of lashes, each strike landing precisely where it will cause the most agony and leave the deepest marks. You writhe against the chains, your cries echoing off the stone walls as Kokichi continues his relentless assault.

Between blows, he leans in close, his hot breath fanning your ear as he whispers dark promises and threats.

As the riding crop falls again and again, Kokichi’s words become a twisted serenade, each syllable a dagger to your soul. "You're nothing but a toy for me to break and remake. No one will ever love you like I do... because you don't deserve love. Only punishment and degradation."

The pain is overwhelming, but it's the cruelty in Kokichi’s voice that shatters your spirit. Tears, snot, and saliva mingle with the blood trickling from your lacerated skin as you hang limp and broken, your mind shattered by the sheer brutality of it all.

And still, Kokichi doesn't stop. He's a man possessed, driven by some dark hunger to push you to the very limits of human endurance.

With a final, vicious swing of the crop, Kokichi sends you tumbling into darkness. As your vision fades, you feel him moving above you, his weight pressing down on your prone form. He's still hard, still hungry for release, and you know what comes next.

Through a haze of pain and exhaustion, you register the sound of a zipper, then the feeling of Kokichi’s cock prodding at your entrance. There's no resistance, no fight left in you. All you can do is lay there and accept his invasion, your body a mere receptacle for his twisted desires.

With a guttural groan, Kokichi thrusts into you, his thick length stretching your ravaged hole to its limits. You feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he pounds into you with ruthless abandon. The pain is excruciating, but it's drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of being completely owned, utterly conquered.

Kokichi’s hips snap forward with brutal force, driving him impossibly deeper as he chases his climax. Your screams are muffled by his hand, your pleas for mercy lost in the symphony of flesh slapping against flesh.

With a final, savage thrust, Kokichi buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed deep within your battered depths.

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Makoto Kagutsuchi X Reader😋

Like NOBODY wants a Makoto x Reader but i do soo…This is my first ever x Reader thingy so please don’t be too hard on me😓

The rain had become a constant companion in the secluded city, a rhythmic backdrop to the lives of its inhabitants. High above the streets, in a sleek, modern penthouse at the top of Amaterasu Tower, Makoto Kagutsuchi watched the droplets race down the glass. The penthouse was a fortress of luxury, all sharp angles and tones of white, gold, red and gray, a perfect match for its enigmatic owner.

Makoto was a figure shrouded in mystery. As the CEO of Amaterasu Corporation, they commanded power and respect(Not from Yomi tho💀), their every move calculated and precise. Yet, beneath the cold exterior, a heart beat with quiet intensity, yearning for something more than the solitude of success.

Reader had entered Makoto’s life in a whirlwind, a chance encounter at a place known as the “Golden Path Cafe”. Their eyes had met from across the sweet smelling room, and in that moment, the noise and tempting sweets faded away. Makoto was drawn to Reader’s aura, a blend of confidence and warmth that cut through the veneer of the event.

Weeks had passed since that day, and now Reader stood in Makoto’s penthouse, a long awaited and welcome guest. The rain pattered softly against the windows as Makoto turned from the view, his eyes finding Reader’s.

“You seem to be at home in this city’s endless rain” Makoto observed, his voice low and smooth. “Most people find it depressing.”

Reader smiled, a soft curve of the lips that sent a warm shiver through Makoto. “I find it soothing. It’s like the world is washing away its worries.”

Makoto nodded, moving to the sleek red leather sofa.He gestured for Reader to join them. As Reader settled beside him, Makoto found himself drawn to the subtle scent of their Perfume/Cologne, a mix of S/n(Scent name). and something indefinable but comforting.

“How do you manage it?” Reader asked suddenly, turning to face Makoto. “All the power, the responsibility. Doesn’t it get lonely?”

Makoto’s eyes darkened, the question touching a nerve he rarely exposed. “It does,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “But it’s a price I’ve chosen to pay. Until recently, I thought it was worth it.”

Reader’s eyes softened. “And now?”

Makoto’s breath hitched slightly as he met Reader’s gaze. “Now… I’m not so sure.”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words. Makoto felt a pull, a magnetic force drawing them closer to Reader. It was as if the rain outside had created a cocoon around them, isolating them from the world and allowing them to be vulnerable.

Reader reached out, their hand resting gently on Makoto’s. The touch was electric, a jolt that sent heat rushing through Makoto’s veins. “You don’t have to be alone,” Reader whispered. “Not anymore.”

Makoto’s heart pounded in their chest. He had built walls around himself , but here was someone willing to scale them. Slowly, hesitantly, Makoto lifted his mask just enough to allow his lips to be perceived and leaned in. Reader met them halfway, their lips brushing in a tender kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities, a kiss that hinted at a future free from the shadows of loneliness. As they pulled away, Makoto felt a rare smile tug at their lips. For the first time in a long time, they felt a glimmer of hope.

The rain continued to fall, but inside the penthouse, a new chapter was beginning. And for Makoto Kagutsuchi, the future had never looked brighter.