wet rag men who… let’s you drag him around and does absolutely nothing about it because he can’t say no to you
wet rag men who… probably has a terrible back posture
wet rag men who… twitches in his pants when you walk past or even mutter a word to him
wet rag men who… does what hes told no questions asked but thats just in general…maybe
wet rag men who… cries when hes overstimulated—sobbing if you will.
wet rag men who… is overly appreciative and cant exactly wrap his head around the fact that YOU, a beautiful being, loves him
wet rag men who… even while dating, still hesitates to hold your hands or start a kiss first
wet rag men who… also cries when being both degraded and praised
wet rag men who… so awkward it hurts. A convo would barely make a start due to him having to stop and think about what to say—and even then itll still be ‘wrong’.
wet rag men who… when kissing you, doesnt know where to put his hands
wet rag men who… feels slightly out of place next to you, how the hell did he bag you? polar opposites
wet rag men who… secretly takes pride in standing next to you most times. he wouldn’t want it any other way
has almost killed himself on multiple occasions because he deemed himself unworthy of looking at you, let alone loving you, god forbid being with you.
the way he acts around you comes in waves-
-he's either offering to khs for you or he's clinging to your leg like a drowning man to an extended hand.
it's overwhelming how quickly his mood around you can change. you never know what side of him you're going to get.
a lot like jason dean now that i think of it.
(could be a good or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it.)
quickly became very dependant on you.
he basically left his life to stay with you every second he could.
this also means he neglects his own wellbeing for you, often prefering to be by your side rather than eat, watch you sleep instead of doing it himself, and denying seeking help about it because he deems it a waist of time; time he could be spending with you!
but as i said, this happens in waves.
he's either so clingy it's suffocating or he isolates himself from you (and everyone else for that matter)
thinking about ... afab!reader asking nagito to help them test a new lipgloss they recently got, leading to reader straddling nagito and pressing kisses all over his face and he lowkey gets hard ...
i just think nagito gets hard easily with any sort of attention....
⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ so true anon i love imagining flustering him with attention and praise ESPECIALLY when he gets a boner from it. My favorite sprite of his is that drooling self-hug hope one
WARNINGS: dom!reader AFAB!reader
↳ REQUESTS OPEN
gender neutral reader
The small plastic tube felt cool against your palm, a shimmering contrast to the nervous heat radiating from your skin. You’d bought the gloss on a whim—something sweet, high-shine, and supposedly "long-lasting"—but standing in the middle of Nagito’s room, the excuse felt flimsy.
Nagito was perched on the edge of his bed, a book resting forgotten in his lap. He looked up at you with those clouded, grey-green eyes, a soft, self-deprecating smile already tugging at his lips. "You want my help...with makeup? Surely someone as unremarkable as me is the worst possible canvas for something so lovely."
"I just want to see if it actually stays on," you murmured, stepping between his knees. "The label says it’s smudge-proof. I figured you wouldn't mind being the test subject."
He let out a breathless little laugh, his hands hovering uncertainly near your waist but never quite touching.
"Anything for you. Though I suspect your luck is simply being wasted on a piece of trash like me."
You didn't give him a chance to spiral into his usual rhythm. You twisted the cap, the scent of vanilla and sugar filling the small space between you. Carefully, you swiped the applicator across your bottom lip, then the top, before pressing them together. It was thick, glassy, and felt like an invitation.
Instead of backing away, you hooked a thumb under his chin and climbed into his lap. Nagito made a sharp, hitching sound in the back of his throat as your weight settled over his thighs, your knees pinning his hips to the mattress. His book slid to the floor with a dull thud.
"I need to be thorough," you whispered, your voice dropping an octave.
You didn't go for his lips first. You started at his temple, pressing a firm, lingering kiss against the pale skin. Then his cheekbone. Then the bridge of his nose. With every contact, you could feel him shudder beneath you. His hands finally found purchase, gripping your hips with a sudden, desperate strength that belied his frail appearance.
"Does it feel...sticky?" you asked against his jaw, before trailing a line of shimmering kisses to the corner of his mouth.
"I can't...I can't focus on the texture," Nagito rasped. His head fell back, exposing the long, pale line of his throat. You took the opening, peppering his neck with gloss-slicked marks, marking him in a way that made his breath come in short, ragged stutters.
As you moved back up to his face, your hips shifted instinctively against his. That’s when you felt it—the unmistakable, rigid heat blooming against your center. Nagito’s eyes snapped open, wide and glazed with a mixture of shock and profound shame. His fingers dug into the fabric of your clothes, his knuckles white.
"Ah, how pathetic," he choked out, his voice cracking. "To have such a...such a base reaction to something so kind. I really am the worst, aren't I? To be affected like this just because you're..."
You cut him off by capturing his lips with yours, finally delivering the killing blow to his composure. The kiss was messy and deep, the sugary gloss acting as a slick lubricant between your mouths. He tasted like desperation. As you ground your weight down against the rising tension in his slacks, a low, guttural moan escaped him—a sound far too raw for someone who claimed to be nothing.
He wasn't fighting it anymore. His hips gave a small, involuntary jerk upward, seeking the pressure of your body, even as he trembled under the sheer intensity of being wanted. The lipgloss might have been smudge-proof, but by the time you pulled back, Nagito’s face was a map of shimmering, frantic devotion, and he was completely at your mercy.
when ultimate hope!reader enters the final dead room with nagito... but you don't end up as lucky as him.
cw: blood, Nagito is obsessed with you, masochist nagito, kinda pervert nagito, dom g/n reader, nagito has a crush aww, finger sucking, gagging, kinda blood play, pain play
art credits: @mochi_strawbzzy on x
You first walked into the final dead room with nothing but hope. You were not afraid of death, and especially not of monokuma, so when Nekomaru got murderered, your first thought went to this room. You knew there must've been a clue related to the murder weapon in here, and if there wasn't... then oh well! At least you didn't have to be curious about it anymore!
The one thing you didn't expect was when iron bars slammed shut in front of the exit, you weren't stuck in there with just Monomi, but Nagito too!
Unbeknownst to you, Nagito has been trailing behind you for days. Ever since he heard what your ultimate was, damn, he couldn't get you off of his brain. Every waking moment his mind swirled with thoughts of you. whether it was you running away from a classmate, knife in their hand, or if it was you touching yourself in your cottage, trying to stifle your moans. Of course, he wouldn't dare strike up a conversation with you, much less make eye contact—he doesn't want to damage you; damage your optimistic and pure self with his repulsive hedonistic gaze, no matter how parasocial he was for you.
But things were starting to get serious here, people were dying—which he didn't care too much about... Even so, it meant that you were at risk now.
So he resorted to just keeping a safe distance between you two.. Which ended up backfiring in the end.
He wheezed, feet dragging against the hard tile as he just barely missed the door. You turn around, watching the frail man hunch over to catch his breath.
"Nagito? What are you doing here!"
"Haah.. Sorry.. You probably didn't want to be stuck in here with someone like me, did you?" He chuckled in contempt, but all you do is frown at his attempt to cover up his stalking.
"No matter, we can get out of here together then!" you console, hand reaching to rub the small of his back, but once he feels the contact, his body recoils back.
"How kind of you, (your name)."
Your lips quirk up into a smile, and that smile grows even wider once you take in your surroundings.
"An escape room? this is easy!"
You launch yourself forward, examining the room with ease, but you notice Nagito, arms crossed and blending in with shadows in the corner.
"Come help me, Nagito. We'll finish faster that way."
Really? You wanted Nagito, the debauched waste of space to try and assist you? He could hardly believe what you just said, the only thing verifying it was real was the feeling of his heart pumping generous amounts of blood to his dick. Gosh, what a degenerate he was. He wondered, were you thinking that too? Maybe you liked that part of him, the one who's madly in love with the thought of you but blames it on a stupid belief. He finds it hard to believe that you're dumb enough to not know that he's been following you the entire time, and of course, you're not, you've just never been concerned about it. You have enough hope to believe that he'd never do anything to hurt you.
With slight hesitation, he took a step towards you, and you both finished the escape room in no longer than 10 minutes.
Thats when the gun came out.
After watching how Nagito barely made it out alive, a smile quickly spread across your already joyful features.
"Nagito! oh my gosh! You truly are the ultimate lucky student!" Your hands come up to his shoulders, shaking his frame in excitement, "Now we can go see what the ultimate weapon is... And find out who killed nekomaru."
Nagitos face turns a pale red as he feels your fingers digging into the bone of his shoulder, beads of sweat piling at his hairline. It was like he had that despair fever all over again. Nagito could hardly breathe, as if some cursed force was pressing against his stomach—or putting a hex on him to make him feel as lightheaded and nauseas as he did... Based on the stunt he just pulled with the gun, he wouldn't put that idea past.
Nagito hardly processed what was happening before you were dragging him along to the back room, suddenly your soft hand holding his calloused and (now) sweaty one.
As you step foot through the door, a familiar monochrome bear jumps out in front of you.
"Ooh! What are you two getting up to... going back here all alone!?"
"Don't think stuff like that!" Monomi whines.
"Well, we beat the game." You say rather proudly, squeezing nagitos hand—unconsciously or not, he still felt the tingle of your hand clenching around his spread throughout his entire body.
"Nope! Only one of you did!" He laughs, the sound piercing your ears.
"W-What?..." Nagito trips on his tongue.
"Me?" You point at yourself, "So I can't go in here unless I play russian roulette?"
"Jeez... Do I have to explain everything to you people? Yes! Now go on!"
You morosely let your hand drop to your side, and take a step back into the final dead room, but to your surprise, Nagito walked back in with you.
"(Your name), please don't do it! Don't listen to a word monokuma says!" Monomi desperately tries to persuade, but now that Nagito had decided to stay by you, you have all the hope in the world that you'll make it out alive just as he did!
"She's right, you know..." Nagito mutters.
Brushing off your remaining nerves, your hand wraps around the handle of the gun, and you hold it up against your head. Nagitos whole body physically stiffens, and he tries to clear his sudden dry throat.
"What a shame it'd be if the ultimate hope died in a place like this.. someone like me wouldn't be able to carry on your legacy... So let me play the game again in place of you." He babbles, not looking at anyone directly, instead at the ground, as if he were praying.
You reveal a crooked smile, Nagitos head tilting up to look at you.
"Don't worry, Nagito! Just transfer some of your luck to me and it'll be fine!"
His heart drums in his chest rapidly, chest starting to heave for a reason he doesn't understand. He hesitantly drags his feet to close the distance between you two as you expectantly squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.
"I don't-"
Before he could even finish his sentence, your finger pulled the trigger.
...
You slowly opened your eyes, the ringing in your ears gradually being replaced by monomi's tone deaf screams. You look down to your feet; your shoes are stained with splatters of bright red(or pink).
Am i dead?
was the first thing that you thought, but as your eyes followed the trail of droplets, you find a puddle of the substance around Nagitos foot, soaking into the soles.
To your despair, Nagito had swiftly knocked the gun from your hands, inconveniently shooting himself in the thigh.
Blood sputters almost ecstatically out of the gaping hole in his pants.
Nagitos hands tremble as he falls to the ground, but his eyes never leave yours.
"Nagito! Oh fuck!"
You stumble to Nagito, slipping on his blood along the way. You drop to your knees as your hand hovers over his wound.
"Nagito... What did you do.." You say, breathless.
"Don't worry.. I'm not dying. J-Just got a little hurt." Nagito chokes on his own words, the pain of his open wound aching viciously.
Noticing how the wound is still bleeding, you start to worry that, worst-case-scenario; he'd pass out.
You warily press your palm into his thigh, and the warmth of his blood promptly coats it, sending tingles up your entire arm. Nagito accidentally lets out a hoarse grunt at your actions, his eyebrows twist and his stomach churns with sickness. The sensational heat of your skin mixing with the flesh of his insides causes an ache to spread throughout his entire body. He felt so horribly warm, feverish even, as he felt his brain pound against his skull. But even with that aching, his blood didn't forget to rush straight to his cock either. Why was it now that he felt like a porn addict with such vehemence? Because of you, of course.
His blood was all over you now, feeling it seep through clothes into your pores. How shamelessly immodest this scenario was; you couldn't stop your train of thought when you saw him sprawled out on the ground just beneath you. The pain was distinctly written all over his face, even though he says he's okay, clearly he isn't—which makes you feel charmed in some way... Maybe it's because he took a bullet for you, or maybe it's something else entirely. Nagito was somehow paler than usual, hollowed out almost, like he'd just finish running a marathon. His lips parted slightly to release short lived exhales, and eyes glossed over with a feeling that can't be described besides a fierce lust.
Seeing this expression, even you can hardly contain yourself. Why did he have to look so cute when he felt the opposite? Not like you minded anyways...
Your other hand rises up to wipe a remaining bead of sweat caught on his eyebrow as you hear monomi getting whisked away by monokuma in the background, a subtle "be quiet, youre ruining the moment!" could be heard, but only barely.
"Does it hurt?" You ask sweetly, even though you already know the answer.
your palm presses deeper into the wound, making his spine arch and toes curl.
"Hngh! Y-Yes.. But it's ok.. I wouldn't want t-to inconvenience you."
You lean in closer, and let your tongue lick along his jawline.
"You're not an inconvenience to me, Nagito." You mutter, kissing his skin.
You feel the hairs on his neck rising as you leave a trail of wetness, dragging the flat of your tongue on his neck lower and lower.
Nagito lets out a brittle grunt. The heel of your palm grinds against his thigh as if it were his cock, making the pain quickly overtake his body, almost on par with the throbbing of his ravenous boner.
"Ahah—fffuck, (name)!"
Thats when reality finally hits you.
You recoil back, your bloodied hand leaving his thigh.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Nagito! I don't know what I was thinking!" You sputter, a wave of guilt crashing over you.
Nagito's finally snapped out of his trance too...but he feels a little different. Emptier.
All sensation leaves his body as he watches you panic. No more ache, no more feeling of your saliva slick his skin.
"No, no. I'm the one who's sorry... You must've just realized how worthless I am, haven't you?" Tears start to blur his vision, but he can still see the remnants of his blood on your skin, and he reaches for it, bringing your hand up to his face.
"Hmmm~" He whines, "If you let me, I'll prove my worth. Just please, keep touching me."
You could swear your face turned as red as your hand, but before you could process the heat on your face, you felt the heat of Nagito's mouth. His tongue swirling around your middle and pointer fingers.
He laps up the blood fervently and messily, blood coating his chin and cheeks as he gets every crevice of your fingers. His eyes flutter shut to focus on feeling you.
You fear you might be getting ahead of yourself... but you can't help it when you shove your fingers deeper down his throat.
You watch as his eyes fly open and his body squirms. saliva spills out of his mouth, seeping out of the crevices of your fingers as he gags, fingers curling up to tickle his uvula.
Yet he doesn't protest. His body insists that he pulls away, though his brain tells him to stay... But his body seems to have given up rebelling as your eyes flicker down to his lap, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
You pull your slightly pruned fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva snapping as your hand falls to your side.
Suddenly Monokuma appears in front of you, making you gasp.
"Sorry to intrude on this spicy moment but Nagito needs to be treated immediately!"
Then he leaves with Nagito and you go back to your room😞
But before leaving.. you secretly snatched the gun from off of the floor and pocketed it, ideas swirling through your mind. (PART 2?!?)
HII GUYSSS I CANT BELIEVE WE HAVE OVER 200 FOLLOWERS ALREADYYYYYY im sososososososoosososososooo grateful You goys are awesome ❤️❤️❤️ Your comments really do motivate us! - love, peach!
nagito hcs with ultimate hope!reader? ^_^ they think he’s creepy but at the same time they think he’s cute so they does not mind his behavior towards her + they talk to reserve course students and nagito is like “why are you letting these talentless feel your hope -_-”
A/n: sigh anime Nagito and what he does to me- ANYWAYS. GUYYYYSSS THE REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR A SHORT MOMENT CUZ I'M A LITTLE OVERWHELMED WITH TOO MANY REQUESTS BUT DW IT'S FOR A SHORT WHILE ONLY <3 AND RAAH I WANT TO WRITE SMUT FOR KOKICHI SO MUUUCH SOMEONE BETTER REQUEST IT ASAPPP
A/n2: also there's some small little tiny bit of pervy comments from me cuz- oh c'mon now it's Nagito y'all! NAGITO. this is quite long because i enjoyed writing ts too much 😋🙏🏻
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type: headcanons!
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this is..Nagito Komaeda x GN! reader
NAGITO KOMAEDA X ULT. HOPE! READER
PLATONIC TO DATING HEADCANONS
PRE DATING
at first when he heard someone talk about the new 'ultimate hope' student, his hair almost stood upwards. like.. ultimate hope? is this a rumour? no. there's no way.
he just froze with a blank face for a second.. ultimate hope?? UL.TI.MA.TE. HOPE!??
he immediately rushed to those students who were talking, quickly asking them about who's the new student and which class are they in. he didn't even focus on their weird looks, didn't notice even! he was already drooling and shaking from excitement, hands clasped together.
but he immediately felt disappointed when they confirmed that they didn't know, so he apologised for bothering (creeping) them.
Nagito's luck truly works in weird ways, ways he doesn't understand sometimes. 'cause what are the odds, for the ultimate hope themselves to be in his class, sitting on his chair, doing their own little hobby/activity until anyone else comes into class.
he almost BUSTED. but from happiness. not even trying to act like a civilized human being as he questioned their talent. once he's SURE they're the ultimate hope? he's glowing more than ever
“for the ultimate hope themselves to be in my class, let alone relaxing in my seat.. it's Incredible!”
“oh! I can sit elsewhere if you want—”
“no no there's no need, please! I'll sit anywhere, even the floor if must!”
“...please take your chair, I'll sit next you.” :)
“Of course!!” ^^
Nagito had already fell in love. and by love i mean obsessive love, but not for you AT FIRST.
Nagito wouldn't waste a glance on the teacher or anything, maybe a little, but his eyes will keep drifting to you ALOT, to the point you'd know he's OBVIOUSLY GLANCING at you with a dreamy look, cheek resting against his palm.
for the first time in a while, he'd ACTUALLY feel some type of shame that isn't "ah, I'm so useless.." but "oh shit..did they see me looking? ofc they didn't- OH NO THEY NOTICED-"
he'd look away so fast he probably cracked his neck, face flushed red. even if he's weird, you think he's kind of cute, how he acts like a fan meeting his favourite idol. you didn't want things to get awkward sooo.. you started inviting him to hang out. now he deeply believes heaven exists and it's you.
while walking towards the gate out of Hope's Peak, a glowing, seemingly innocent smile was gladly sewn to his face. the ultimate hope wanted to see him? he still can't believe it.. if it's a dream don't wake him up!!- oh fuck no. wake him up RIGHT NOW.
You're talking with a group of other students, waving them goodbye. were those from the reserve course? why are you hanging out with them? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING WITH A BROWN SPIKED HAIR TALENTLESS RESERVE COURSE?
Nagito treats the 'reserve course' as a less type of humanity, if I'm being honest. not so low that they're not human, but definitely not important. especially not to hug and wave you goodbye. he would definitely note that you might be their role model, a person with such ultimate talent giving so much kindness to undeserving scums.
he'd try to be subtle and not show much hatred, because he's here to try and get your liking, but he's not exactly slick (DW I'll lube him up- I'M SORRY JEEZ DON'T THROW TOMATOES AT ME)
“you truly are magnificent, Y/n..but you don't have to treat such worthless beings nicely, especially more than they deserve.”
it's your choice in how to respond to this, because i expect you to say some wise "we humans are all equal" drama ahh like what happened with Hajime and Chaiki. just know he'd think deeply about your words.
it still won't change his view of the reserve course or the untalented, but it'd make him try SLIGHTLY harder to not be too harsh, wt least not Infront of you.
maybe one day you'll change him. maybe.
DATING
Nagito would definitely think about confessing to you, but never actually do it because are youuuuu kiddingggg???
you're everything to him while he's nothing, as much as he wishes to be everything for you, all he could provide is bad luck, he couldn't even make toast today with the toaster exploding in his face. with his face covered in dark dust.
he'd subconsciously show you off to everyone, exaggerating whatever you do like tying your shoe for an example, mf will speak about how responsible and leading you are. like..calm down, simp (don't. keep drooling, kneel before me.)
he'd do ANYTHING for you like..just ask, and he's doing it. he thinks everything you do or ask to be done is leading towards much greater hope, and he wouldn't think much of it... let's hope you're a good person, K?
he WILL stay silent and frown as you hug yet again this Hajime guy, arms crossed, not from jealousy—he trusts you, but like, why are you hugging trash over there??
he'd act responsible and respectful for your sake dw <3 except you should expect some..backhanded compliments.
“great shirt over there, Hinata. it makes such a presentation of how ..neat the reserve course student can be.”
“that's... actually better than how you usually speak to me so.. thanks?”
overall he tries to be in his good boy behaviour hehe
that's it! hope you like it I love Nagito soo much <3
tags: wholesome fluff, awkward (& self-depricating)!nagito, comfort, crushing/early into a relationship, romantic tension
nagito is so cute and awkward around you when you two cuddle for the first time! he really doesn't want to accidentally have his hands on any wrong places, so he's super stiff and barely even dares to touch you!
his mind is running wild and he can't even get himself to look at you! if he did, who knows what he would do? would he even be able to control himself…?
nagito is so nervous, he even ends up forgetting to breathe sometimes! and when you notice that and ask if he's alright, he just gets more nervous and laughs awkwardly
eventually though – probably once you hug him tighter – nagito allows himself to relax slightly. he softly sinks into your embrace and for the first time he glances down at you
and when his eyes meet yours, he can't help but want to kiss you! honestly, it takes him so much strength to not do it! but someone like him shouldn't kiss you. it's a privilege he even gets to hold you like this, but a kiss? that would be too much, for someone as worthless as him…
