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I’m Sorry

I wanted to try my hand at doing something more dramatic and somber. I may or may not have teared up while doing this. If you want to reblog, go ahead! I encourage it. Hope you check out my other works and Enjoy!

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Me making content of my Danganronpa/Carmen Sandiego AU: yippee Wahoo The Vile Twins are having some good ole fun, playing with knifes Junko and Mukuro are raised by the vile Faculty in this AU

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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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."