Electric Eel

Nightmare (Komahina Oneshot)

Nagito Komeada x Hajime Hinata

Warnings: Blood and death

Hajime ran out of the restaurant, trying to find the others. After receiving a worrying message from Nagito, he quickly bolted to the restaurant, to find no one. He didn't see anyone on his way to the beach either.

But right when he turned to enter the beach, he froze.

Fuyuhiko. Sonia. Akane. Kazuichi.

Their bloody bodies lay motionless on the beach. But before he could do anything, he heard small wimpers of pain. Then, he noticed Nagito standing there.

He was gripping Mikan by the back of her neck, and held a knife in his other hand. His once warm gray-green eyes were now swirling, and wide with insanity. Nagito always had a strong obsession with hope, but these were not eyes of hope. They were eyes of despair.

Nagito plunged the knife into Mikan's neck, blood splattering all over the sand, dyeing it red. Mikan's watering eyes, filled with fear, turned dull and lifeless. Nagito let her body drop to the ground. He held a twisted grin on his face. He was clearly proud of himself for his... accomplishments.

He turned his body to face Mikan.

"I am very sorry, Mikan. Will you please... Forgive me?"

The tone of his voice made Hajime flinch, and Nagito let out a twisted, maniacal laugh. All of Hajime's uneasiness suddenly transformed into fear.

Forcing himself to move, Hajime took three small steps forward. Taking a better look at his boyfriend, his hoodie was covered in blood, and had bloody smears on his face. From the looks of the bodies and the bloodstains, they were recent.

Nagito immediately turned his body to face him.

"How nice of you to join us, Hajime! Everyone was waiting for you..."

"You-You did this, didn't you?" Hajime struggled to speak. Nagito smirked.

"What a smart man you are. Of course it was me. They were getting in my way, so I had them removed..."

Hajime looked at Mikan's lifeless body.

"But-But why Mikan?! What did she ever do to you?? Don't you know that she did her best to help you when you had Liar's Disease?!" Nagito chuckled.

"Of course. But that was before Mikan was getting close to you. A little..."

Nagito stepped towards Hajime until his face was level with his.

"...too close for my liking."

Nagito pointed a knife at Hajime's neck when he spoke.

"Are... Are you going to kill me...?"

Nagito was grinning again, as he traced a line from Hajime's neck down his neck to his shoulder with his finger. With his left hand, he gently ran the side of the knife's blade down Hajime's side, his grin widening when he felt Hajime shiver. The blood from the knife made a trail down Hajime's side.

"Now, now Hajime... I could never do that. You're my hope, after all. I did all of this for us."

Nagito cackled again, causing Hajime to flinch once more. Nagito was gone. This wasn't his friend. His boyfriend. Nagito wouldn't do anything so obscene. So... despairing.

But he did. And Hajime was trapped with him.

...Forever.

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Hajime woke with a start. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Hajime took a moment to check his surroundings.

He was in his cottage, laying flat on his back in bed. He checked the clock on the bedside table. 2:30 AM.

He let out a sigh, simultaneously relieved that the nightmare wasn't real, and annoyed that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

He jumped when he heard movement next to him. He turned his head to see Nagito stirring as he turned his body to face Hajime.

That's right. Nagito.

His boyfriend.

Hajime swiftly rolled onto his side to face away from him.

Even though he knew it was just a nightmare, he couldn't help but flinch when Nagito placed his hand on his arm.

He felt Nagito draw his hand back as if he had touched something hot. When he gently grazed his fingers on Hajime's arm, he tensed, but didn't reject the touch.

Nagito fully placed his hand on Hajime's hand again, and felt the boy's muscles relax, though his body was stiff.

"What's wrong, love?" Nagito asked with a sleepy tone. Hajime gulped. He couldn't even begin to imagine how Nagito would react if Hajime told him about the nightmare.

What if he really thought Hajime thought he was a murderer? He would be so offended.

"Nothing," Hajime forced out. Nagito began to gently rub his arm.

"I can see that something's wrong. I felt you tossing and turning in your sleep, and you flinched when I tried to touch you. Please tell me what's wrong," Nagito pleaded.

"It was a nightmare," Hajime finally admitted. "But I can't explain it. I don't want to offend you."

Hajime couldn't see, but he could guess that Nagito raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why would I be offended by a nightmare? You can't control your dreams."

Hajime supposed that was true.

He took a deep breath in, and started to explain.

"I received a message from you, saying that I wouldn't have to worry about death or despair anymore. I headed to the restaurant, but it was empty. Then I headed to the beach, and everyone was dead. And there you were in the middle, with blood on your clothes and an expression of complete despair."

Hajime felt Nagito stiffen in surprise, but the white haired boy continued to rub his arm as he waited for Hajime to continue.

"After you killed Mikan, you turned to me. You said that the others got in your way, so you removed them. You didn't kill me, though. You only killed the others so we would be alone together. Forever."

Nagito was silent for a moment. Hajime was worried that he was offended before he felt his boyfriend wrap his arm around Hajime's torso and pulled him close. Nagito pressed his stomach into Hajime's back and rested his chin on his head.

"That does sound frightening. But I can assure you that I would never kill anyone. As much as I relish the thought of being with you forever, I would never harm or kill anyone to achieve that. That would be far too despairing for me to do."

Hajime managed a smile. Of course Nagito wouldn't harm anyone. He was just too hopeful.

Nagito let out a chuckle. "Is that a smile I see?" He lightly teased. Hajime let out a chuckle of his own. "Maybe."

Nagito smiled and pressed a kiss to his head.

"Are you feeling better, love?" Nagito asked. Hajime held his hand that was wrapped around his waist. "Yeah. Thank you, Nagi."

Nagito held hin tighter. "Of course. Now, what do you say we go back to sleep?"

Hajime nodded and tried to turn his body to face his boyfriend, but Nagito wouldn't budge.

Hajime chuckled pressed up against Nagito's stomach. He supposed he would let Nagito be the big spoon. The nightmare way in the back of his mind, Nagito's warmth and his breathing, along with his heartbeat relaxed Hajime, and he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.

Nagito kissed his head once more before whispering, "Goodnight, my hope. Sweet dreams."

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thanks for the submission!

Hello mod Shuichi! May I request Junko x Chiaki, where Junko ties up Chiaki and shaves Chiaki's head while making Chiaki cum? Weird request, I know, but I'd love to see it if you can write it! Thanks for your time!

Hi there!!!!!

This is certainly a unique request!! However I’m up for it and I’m curious to see if I can do it myself!!

Anyways yes anon ofc. Here u go!!!

Junko x Chiaki

Nsfw!

**this is consensual

Chiaki whimpered, the ropes restraining her arms and legs to the bed tight against her skin. The pigtail clad girl sat next to her on the blankets, a wide grin on her face. She had objects in both hands, waving then tauntingly.

Junko giggled at the sight of Chiaki, whining and tugging at the ropes with blush all over her face and chest. “J-Junko, please!”

“Please what, geek? You’re not getting out of this.” She trailed a sharp red nail down her stomach and just above the start of her cunt, licking her lips. “Why don’t we get started then, huh? You seem eager enough.”

Junko switched on the first object: a vibrator. She smirked and brought it against the girl's heat, dragging it against her clit and making her wince. Then it was inside her, pressed against her g spot and sending her hips bucking upwards.

"O-Oh god, please," Chiaki whined, thighs beginning to tremble. The stimulation was good, yet not enough to bring her closer to orgasm, and this frustrated not only her body but her.

The other grinned at her. "It's okay, Nanami-Chan, you won't be cumming yet."

Then another buzzing filled the air, after Junko stood and attached the proper clip guard to the mechanism. She then leaned over the girl's face and giggled at her, cheeks red and teeth biting at her lip to hold in whines. Junko's smile faded at her attempt to be quiet. Her eyes opened wide and she deadpanned at the other, tilting her head slightly.

"You better let it all out if you wanna cum soon, skank."

The gamer nodded with a whimper. "Yes Ma'am."

Junko snickered, attention returning back to the clippers. Her other hand reached down and held the base of the vibrator, beginning to fuck it into Chiaki gently. This earned her a desperate moan.

With the pleasure as a distraction, Junko pressed the clippers against the girl's hairline and began shaving off strips of cotton candy hair.

Chiaki flinched at the contact and sobbed, hips pushing down against the toy and toes curling.

Locks of hair soon surrounded them on the sheets, the girl writhing under the other.

Junko laughed enthusiastically at the sight, the more Chiaki moaned, the harder she fucked into her with the vibrator. She switched it to a higher setting, and continued shaving off chunks of hair she missed with a hungry look on her face.

The gamer was thrusting against the toy desperately, moans growing in volume and sobs began to fall out indefinitely. Her thighs were shaking terribly now, broken pleas coming out along with the sobs.

The buzzing on her head stopped, Junko nearly drooling at the pleads coming from the girl under her and hair covering the sheets around her.

She tugged at the restraints, feeling Junko's now empty hand reach down to rub at her clit. Her hips bucked up again, nearing her orgasm faster now.

"P-Please Mistress, I want to cum, s-so badly, please let me."

Junko purred at her pleas once again. "You've been so good, begging like a good whore. Cum for me."

Chiaki cried out a moan at her words, thrusting against Junko's hand and the vibrator inside her. Her hips twitched and the heat inside her grew faster, Junko's hypnotizing eyes boring into her and her body.

She tightened around the toy and her toes curled, pulling at the restraints as she came hard. She could only see white for a moment, before her vision was coming back to Junko above her, turned off vibrator in her hand.

She felt nails lightly caress her cheek, and she leaned into the touch with a soft smile.

"Good girl."

yes siirrr

I don't know if this is a controversial thought, but. I often think about how the SDR2 cast has... unlikable traits. Such as being a bully, or being a coward, or being a crybaby - and how a lot of lets players, they dislike them on the basis of these traits, and can even refuse to see their status of "victimhood" as real and valid because they find them unlikable.

And I just... I think the fact that they are "annoying" is the point.

The message, in my opinion, is that even if a victim shows undesirable traits as a response to their trauma, they are still a victim worthy of sympathy and help. And I think them being "unlikable" is something of the point - people brush off their issues as something "annoying", and because of that, they never get help. That's how society fails victims, fails to help them: they view them as the problem.

Even if it's a response to trauma, it's a crime to be cringe. The world will break you and then get mad at you for being broken. Just look at SDR2's characters - it's their story over and over again.

Mikan Tsumiki, for example, is constantly called annoying by people who hate her, before she even murders anyone in chapter 3. The reasons are simple: they don't like her stutter, they don't like her people pleasing, they don't like her crying. All of these are responses to her trauma. They don't like her, dismiss her, because she's traumatized in a way that isn't "perfect," isn't "pretty." And I'm sure this is intentional- Mikan is intentionally what one would call "annoying" because the point of her character is to illustrate how people ignore people in need, and how those vulnable people can be taken advantage of and recruited into a cult. No one helped Mikan Tsumiki—not in the way she needed. Even the less malicious people, they brush off her quirks as her "just being Mikan," instead of resulting from her trauma. She isn't quiet in her cries for forgiveness - and that makes her hateable to some people.

Mikan was always mentally unstable - that was obvious if you just talked to her. If you spent enough free time events with her, it was downright predictable that she'd be a murderer. And yet, when she does murder, none of the characters saw it coming - because none of them (except Hajime if he did her FTEs) really got to know her. None of them put effort into knowing her. When she was meek, her flaws were, while annoying, unintrusive. But now that she's mad, now that she's angry about the way she was treated - she's crazy. Thats what they say: she's crazy. They disregard the factors that led up to this, and act like it came from nowhere - but these types of things never come from nowhere. Breakdowns build up overtime, a death of a thousand cuts, and when you finally snap, you finally breakdown, the world will look at you like you're crazy and say: it was just a paper cut. Ignoring how you have thousands of other paper cuts on your body.

Everyone always, always have reasons. You may not see them, you may not understand them, but there is always an answer to "why?"

Mikan isn't the only character that illustrates this message- characters like Kazuichi, or Hiyoko, also do so.

People don't like Kazuichi for a number of reasons, ranging from very valid to not so much. One complaint I've seen is that he's a crybaby and a coward, that he's always whining.

And this is true - he is something of a coward, terrified of being betrayed. But if you, again, take the time to get to know him and understand his reasoning behind this, it's clear that these fears are a result of his trauma. He comes from an abusive house, and he's been betrayed by friends before - he has plenty of reason to be scared of it happening again. He doesn't fear being betrayed, not really, but the pain of being thrown out. Even his harassment of Sonia is an extention of his trauma - an unhealthy coping mechanism, a fixation on someone too polite to throw him away...

And even Sonia is apart of this message (to a lesser extent). Everyone ignores Kazuichi's harassment of her because they think it's "harmless" - which is a disservice to both of them. It's not fair to Sonia to expect her to deal with Kazuichi, and I understand why people would dislike Kazuichi from his treatment of Sonia - it's really not fun to be in Sonia's position, especially when no one else sees anything wrong with the situation because Kazuichi is "harmless." Even if Kazuichi doesn't mean to hurt Sonia, he is - and everyone is just ignoring it. Because that's a big theme in SDR2, isn't it? These kids were vulnerable to Junko because everyone ignored their issues. Even each other.

Hiyoko, too, illustrates this perfectly - I'd argue that every character in the game illustrates this to some degree, but I feel like it would be excessive to talk about all of them. Hiyoko's bullying is ignored - dismissed as a "quirk," and it's not fair to either her or the people she targets. It's not a quirk - it's a response to her trauma, and she needs help! She needs to be stopped. Because she's hurting herself and she's hurting others, and brushing it off, dismissing it as harmless teasing... it just creates even more hurt all around.

Or, like, take Akane - no one even addresses the many concerning comments she makes during the game, and when you play her free time events, it can really catch you off guard how fucking awful her life has been. But no one even thinks to ask her about her troubles most times - because she's "strong". Because she's "stupid." How can she be anything but a blissful meat headed idiot? There's just - this assumption of lack of depth. That so many of the characters regard each other with - that so many let's players regard the cast with. They see their annoying traits, unlikable traits, and don't even think to wonder "where is this coming from?"

And it fucking - boggles my mind! It illustrates exactly what this game is warning about - this level of apathy, this lack of concern, this assumption of lack of depth, this lack of curiosity and care for your fellow human beings. And like - yeah, these are characters, but I think the way you approach characters can be very telling for how you approach people, too. Everyone has reasons for why they're like this - people are a domino train of complex reasoning, and... I don't know. It just - when you dismiss a SDR2 character as "annoying", I think you're doing almost exactly what the game is warning against. The SDR2 cast were vulnerable to Junko Enoshima because people didn't care. People didn't help them, or didn't even realize they needed help. And I think how you treat these fictional abuse victims... can be very, very telling on how you think of real abuse victims.

Ask yourself - does someone need to be the "perfect" abuse victim for you to sympathize with them? Do they have to be likable to you to be worthy of your kindness, to be worthy of help? Do you think that?

I don't want to say you have to like the SDR2 cast, of course - but trying to understand and sympathize with where they're coming from... I think that's important. And I think it's important to exercise that skill in real life, too.

Celestia Ludenburg with a Male ultimate Gamer reader who keeps beating her at gambling because he's good at more then just video games and is good at pattern reading and analysis like Chiaki. Let's have it go from enemies to Lovers for these two

I might have gone a little overboard with this one 😅

Celestia Ludenburg with an Ultimate Gamer Reader That Beats Her in Gambling

She honestly wasn't expecting very much from you when she challenged you

You were just talking, and she offered to play a simple game of Poker

She smiled to herself, expecting to win the game and have you crying at her knees

But instead, she was faced with a "you lose" as you came out the victor

She was stunned

She lost? To a gamer, of all people?

She figured you would be slow or stupid, but she seriously underestimated your ability to read patterns and form a strategy

Oh no no, she would not let this go

She demanded another match

No way was she losing to a stupid gamer!

But you beat her once again

Celeste demanded another match, then another, and another

But lo and behold, she was faced with a "you lose" every time

She was getting very angry now

And you could tell, no matter how hard she tried to hide it

She could not comprehend how you beat her so many times

You picked up your consoles and prepared to leave

"I can see you need some time to yourself. Come find me again if you want to play another game."

And you left the room to go about your own devices

She watched you as you left, boiling with anger

By this point, her face was as red as her eyes 

No way was she letting you get away with this

You had to have cheated or something

And she was gonna put you in your place and play until she won

Now when she saw you, she would say hello before making a belittling comment about your talent

"Well, well. If it isn't the slow witted Ultimate Gamer."

And any time a task had to be done, she would insult you again

"Oh, I wouldn't bother asking him for help. All he knows how to do is play video games."

"Oh, don't worry if it's too hard for you. I wouldn't expect much else from someone whose talent is playing video games."

It was honestly starting to get on your nerves

And when you confronted her, she smiled and challenged you to another game

"Oh? Offended, are we? Well, if you have something to settle, let us settle it in a game of Poker."

And you did

And surprise surprise, she lost again

She failed to catch you in the act of "cheating"

But she wouldn't be stopped so easily

She needed a plan...

From then on, her comments toward you were even worse

They went from mildly cutting to straight up stabbing

They would make any normal person start bawling into their knees right on the spot

But all it did was piss you off

You wanted to play another game with her, just to humiliate her as you won again

Which was exactly what you did

You approached her yet again, and asked to settle the score once and for all

Naturally, she agreed, and you got back to it

No matter how many times she demanded a rematch, you beat her every time

And you were getting tired of the same game every day

"Celeste, this is pointless. We're both just wasting our time."

"Hm. Well, you should have thought of that before you decided to cheat."

You looked at Celeste with a confused expression.

"What? Celeste, I never cheated."

Celeste narrowed her eyes.

"Do you truly expect me to believe that? How else could a lowly gamer like yourself beat Celestia Ludenburg, the Ultimate Gambler? The only explanation is that you are cheating."

"I'm not cheating. I'm just good at reading patterns and coming up with strategies."

Celeste weakly chuckled and put a hand in front of her mouth.

"Hm, how foolish. Those strategies can only work in your silly little games. Not real ones like mine."

"Celeste, I wish I had a better explanation for you, but that's really all I'm doing.

Suddenly, Celeste slammed her hands down on the table, her eyes flaring with anger.

"Don't make me laugh, you idiot! Just because you played one game of Poker online doesn't mean you're an expert at it!"

Despite how startling and even scary her sudden outburst was, you managed to keep your cool.

"I didn't say I was an expert. I just said that all the time I spend playing video games helps strengthen my ability to read patterns. That's all there is to it!"

"Shut up! I know that's not 'all there is to it'! I'm the Ultimate fucking Gambler! There's no way I can lose to a moron like you! You must be lying! YOU MUST BE!!!"

Celeste knew what you were saying was true. She knew you were right.

She was the Queen of Liars, after all. She could detect lies just as well as she could tell them.

She just didn't want to admit it to herself. She didn't want to admit that a gamer was better at her own game than she was.

But reality was staring her right in the face, and she knew she had to give up.

Celeste slowly fell to her knees, staring blankly at the ground.

"Well... I suppose it's over now."

You walked over to where she was and kneeled down in front of her.

"Celeste?"

"It appears no amount of lies and denial can change what is true. I lost, and it was to a gamer."

You sat there with nothing to say. You started with wanting to humiliate her, but something in you felt bad for her.

This was her talent. It was her everything. Gambling meant so much to her, which was why she couldn't accept the reality of losing.

"Well? Aren't you going to spread the news? Tell the whole world that you bested the Ultimate Gambler at her own game?" 

"No. I'm not gonna do that."

Celeste looked up at you in confusion.

"What? But I-"

"I wasn't in it for the competition, Celeste. I was just having fun. Sure, I wanted to humiliate you at some point, but I can see how much it means to you. And it'd be real jerky of me to just walk all over that."

Her eyes widened in surprise. Then she chuckled at you.

"Hm. I suppose I shouldn't have dismissed your capabilities just because of your talent. Forgive me, (Name). You truly were a worthy rival."

"Let's forget about it, now. How about we go to a coffee shop or something? Y'know, take a break from all this gambling we've been doing."

You stood up and extended your hand. Celeste looked up at you in shock for a moment, then she smiled and took it.

"I would enjoy that very much. Come, I know an excellent coffee shop we could go to."

And you both left the room, and Celeste kept hold of your hand until you reached your destination.

You may have started as rivals, but you had a great relationship by the end

Celeste was finally able to accept her losses, and you're the best rival she ever gambled against

bsically kokichi x shuichi

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Damn buggy got it that gyaat ( I not sorry at all)

We're crazy with my friend on fem shuggy

(Mini warning, I might have fuck up in the word ";9)

shit to of my fluffy ships into one

Sorry for asking for so many! I just have a lot of ships I want to see, but can you do a ship collage of Togafukamaru or Twoterubuki (as I call it >:3)

Here's Togafukamaru for now!

compilation

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