I wanted to ask about a03? Are you still active or did something happen? I hope you're doing okay.
Aww thank you for asking!!!
My ao3 is bunnyhopkins now, instead of bunnywritesbunnyhops! I'm still active, I just posted a fic in June actually! (Warning for dark content if you check it out) I'm just kind of inactive from the dr fandom these days unfortunately :( but I promise you, I am a-okay!
If anyone ever wants reach out to me to chat abt anything fandom or writing related, my main is @bunnyhopkins ! It's just a personal blog
Somebody asked me about my outline/ending for my Ultimate Housewife! Fic..... I'm thinking of posting that, as unfortunately, it is likely discontinued...
I still check in on this blog and everything because of the ppl I have met through here <33 I just tend not to use it anymore
I'm pretty into MHA these days and was into TMA before that... I will always always be writing, just maybe not for DR in the near future <3 my sincerest apologies to anyone who was hoping for more, I have been in your shoes before I promise, and I know it sucks
Hey so I am currently being evicted!! As a result I am having to move states, and while I'm endlessly grateful for being fortunate enough to have a place to go, I do need a bit of help covering some expenses. So,, commissions!
You can reach out to me here, on Twitter/X, or at my discord (listed above.)
If anyone who sees this could pls rb to spread that would vv much be appreciated 🙏🙏🙏
convenience - servant (komaeda) x reader (nsfw warning)
"I'm, hah, sorry." Komaeda pants, tongue stuck out as he fucks you, hips snapping against yours in the abandoned convenience store, leaning over you as his hand is forced over your mouth, muffling your voice from the bears as your eyes gloss over from his actions.
He really shouldn't have this much stamina when he looks like he eats once a day and malnourished, yet he defies you, perhaps from the adrenaline.
"You're—" He heaves. "so terrible. You're letting an ultimate despair fuck you like this, for what? hah... for some quick release?"
All of his words bounce off of you as you struggle to catch your breath, clenching around him as your orgasm crashes down on you, making you shake as he finishes on you shortly after, eyes still swirling nastily as he stares at his cum splattered all over you.
Yet, he wipes you down, leaving you in the corner of the store as you pass out and he leaves.
A strange contradiction of actions, yet you find it understandable.
After all, the inner dilemma of hope and despair never quite left him.
It's funny that when Kodaka tweeted about Shuichi being bisexual everyone screamed for joy, but when he tweeted about Komaeda being totally cool with going out with girls, everyone went blind.
This is from the future foundation age-gap Komaeda WIP I have floating around…. None of my wips have names for the most part because i choose my titles last!!!
What snapped you out of it was the plume of smoke blowing up from Nagito’s lips. With his hand still in your hair, his own lips were wrapped around the cigarette you’d forgotten about. His eye lids were lowered as he watched you below him.
“You’re lovely.” He murmured, stroking your cheek.
I know it says one sentence but here is one section!!!
From the next housewife chapter :3
Dinner was a quiet affair, the only signs of anything wrong were the extra-loud scraping of Byakuya’s utensils against his plate and the weary sighs you let out every once in a while. Bedtime was the same cold war- a murmured ‘goodnight’ from both parties before falling asleep facing away from each other.
I am doing my best to edit the whole thing and get the next chapter out!!! I cannot say how different it will be when i finally come back to it…. The plot is the same of course!!! But it’s been a year and i have some different ideas now <333
Thank you to everyone who has stuck around, it really does mean the world!!!!!
I’ve never written a fic before let alone a spicy one but I’ve had this idea in my head and I need to share it with a fellow Komaeda appreciator
Imagine… In a non despair au..
Y/n is the ultimate artist and is highkey crushing on Komaeda.. to the point he’s become their muse and has a whole sketchbook full of drawings of him.
And then one day he stumbled across it, imagine the shock and awe when he sees the artwork of him drawn in a way that makes him shine, he can’t stop looking but he turns the pages some of the drawings start to get a bit more… raunchy than before…
I can’t help but gush over the mental image of him going from wonder into a blushing mess hehehe
you gave me thoughts. enjoy a little thing
He shouldn't be snooping, and he knows that. He has no right to look at any of your private things, or to dirty them with his pathetic touch, but his luck has decided to taunt him today when your sketchbook came tumbling down from the shelf. It feels heavy and significant in his shaking hands as he flips through the pages, there are some still love sketches of things around the island, landscapes, random doodles of characters that he doesnt recognize and occasional portraits of your classmates. A drawing of Ibuki striking a ridiculous pose makes a laugh bubble in his chest, but then, on the next page after that. He sees himself.
It’s just a sketch, sandwiched between a drawing of a palm tree and another of Usami. It’s a side profile, he has his chin in his palm and is staring absentmindedly at something in the distance. It takes Komaeda a moment to calm himself before flipping the page, only to find more of the same.
Three pictures this time, a small one of him sitting with Kuzuryuu at breakfast, another of the time he got a bunch of leaves stuck in his hair. The third one almost fills the whole page. It’s a sketch of him facing away, his arms stretched high enough above his head that his shirt has lifted up away from his hips. The waistband of his jeans clings tight to his prominent hip bones, something about himself he finds to be a pathetic reminder of his failing health, but something you have drawn to make him seem delicate, even…pretty.
Komaeda can feel his cheeks beginning to burn, aware that a drawing as detailed as this, probably took a lot of focus. That you must have been examining him quite carefully. He swallows, and turns the page again.
The next spread of drawings snatches the breath straight from his throat. One from the day he accidentally spilled juice all over his shirt, he’s standing half bent over, wringing the shirt out over a garden-bed. You’ve taken special attention in drawing the cut of his shoulder blades, of the droplets of liquid still stuck to his bare skin glistening in the sunlight.
Another sketch sees him fresh from the ocean, wet hair clinging to the sides of his throat, one perfect drop of seawater caught at his collarbone. His face flushed red from the sun, and his cheeks pulled wide in a bout of genuine laughter. Komaeda’s heart is beating out a rapid tattoo in his chest now, he can't comprehend why you would spend so much time drawing him, putting so much effort into making him look so...so…
He can’t even think about it. About how you have managed to make him beautiful. It doesn't make any sense. The rest of the drawings on this page are similar. All full body drawings of him and him alone, with his shirt off, in the process of taking his shirt off. One drawing has him leaning forward against a table, the neckline of his shirt dipping low enough that you can see the whole way down. That one has a small heart drawn beside his head. Komaeda can’t bear to let himself wonder why.
There’s a shake in his hand when he goes to turn the page again, he is electric with excitement and fear about what he will see next, and when he does see it. Komaeda chokes.
It’s him again, eyes half lidded and cloudy with his shirt bustled up around his ribcage, cheeks flushed and a shining string of drool hanging from his open mouth. Komaeda can't breathe, his legs are trembling and he barely manages to swallow as he eyes trail down to where you have drawn his second hand buried down his jeans. Nothing is actually visible, but it is plainly obvious what he is supposed to be doing. He can't understand, he can't comprehend what on earth possessed you to draw him like...that…
Komaeda turns the page again, almost ashamed at the zip of arousal he feels at the sight of himself, completely naked, sprawled on a couch and staring directly into his own eyes. You had thought about him, like this. Imagined him naked and aroused, thought about his cock for long enough that you just had to draw it. Completely erect with a pearl of pre-cum on the tip, gripped tightly in his hand. His heart is racing and his jeans are growing tight, at the thought of you drawing this, thinking of him. He flips through the pages faster and faster, hungry for more of what you had drawn, blushing and embarrassed at all the ways you have imagined him, on the floor, on his bed, on your bed, ass up in the air.
The last page makes him moan aloud. He is fully dressed in this one, but you are there too. He has you pressed up against a wall, lips pressed firmly against yours and one knee between your thighs.
hello. let's play a game. i want you to describe how nagito komaeda acts in sdr2. if you use the words "crazy," "deranged," or "psychotic," you will be dropped into a pit of venemous snakes and beaten to death with hammers. let's begin
