#kinktober Danganronpa

[brayneworms]

— 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

note: please find the complete list of content warnings in the fics themselves, and note that this masterlist will only display the more 'extreme' ones. minors and ageless blogs, do not interact with this post or any of the fics linked.

almost none of these fics will feature sub!reader. reader will either be a dom, switch, or power dynamics won't be explored. almost all readers will be totally gender-neutral, with maybe three exceptions such as amab or afab anatomy.

these kinks, characters and content are subject to change.

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟏

fingering + hinata hajime content. new relationship, gn!reader, post-killing game, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟐

frottage , sexual frustration, virginity + leviathan content. virgin!levi, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟑

dry humping + sampo koski, tighnari content. hatsex elements, gn reader, tba summary. tba content. inexperienced!tighnari, gn!reader, ear petting, tba summary.

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟒

overstimulation + xiao content. inexperienced!xiao, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟓

face-sitting + hayakawa aki content. afab!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟔

collar/leash + mammon content. light petplay elements, anal fingering, praise kink, gn!reader summary. mammon lost a bet, but he doesn't consider it much of a loss, considering

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟕

praise kink + jolyne cujoh content. afab!fem!reader, switch!reader, established relationship, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟖

chastity + dazai osamu content. gn!reader, brat dazai, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟗

slutwear + leander content. masochist!leander, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎

kissing + johnny joestar content. anal fingering, slight internalised ableism, crying summary. johnny's lost all feeling below his waist, but you try to find another way to make him feel good

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏

teasing + akutagawa ryunosuke content. virgin!akutagawa, gn reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐

orgasm denial/control, lingerie + sonia nevermind, tanaka gundham content. threesome, switch!reader, gn reader, established relationship, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑

bondage + shenhe, scaramouche content. trust excerises, established relationship, gn reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒

uniform + belphegor content. nurse!belphegor, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓

boot worship + al-haitham content. hatesex elements, brat!alhaitham, gn!reader summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔

body worship + tsukimi shin content. sweet and sappy, gn!reader, established relationship, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕

blowjob + edogawa ranpo content. amab!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖

service top/power bottom + cyno content. pb!cyno, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗

biting + yosano akiko content. gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎

thigh fucking + mhin content. amab!mhin, hatesex elements, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏

hair pulling + kishibe content. masochist!kishibe, light degradation, gn!reaeder, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐

sexual exhaustion + komaeda nagito content. gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑

fancy dress + asmodeus, solomon content. threesome, switch!reader, gn!reader summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒

bratty sub + urie kuki content. gn!reader, brat urie, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓

leather + higashiyama kobeni content. inexperienced!kobeni, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔

wax play + kaneki ken content. kuroneki, masochist!kaneki, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕

edging + matsuda touta content. soft, gn!reader, post-canon, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖

enclosed space + l lawliet content. trapped in a closet, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

[conelluwrites]

love me, love me, love me // Nagito Possessive Headcanons

Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Kinktober Playlist

Song: Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart

Warnings: yandere vibes on both ends, unhealthy love on both ends

Nagito does not feel like he deserves to be possessive over you.

But he truly can’t help it

You’re the best thing he’s ever had and his luck cycle doesn’t affect you

He simply cannot let you go

Depending on who’s around thats making him feel possessive over you, he’ll either laugh it off with some backhanded compliment or 

Tug you away to make sure you remember (one of) the reasons you picked him over everyone else.

He’s not a fan of leaving you a mess usually, but he wears it like a badge of honor to know you’ll leak with his cum when you both find the person again.

He does apologize to you profusely afterwards and depending on your views on it, he’ll gladly eat the cum out of you.

Nagito doesn’t understand why you’re possessive over him

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it

Please leave marks on his neck

Your arm around his waist when you feel like someone is getting too comfortable around him feels like undeniable heaven to him

He doesn’t protest if you drag him away, even if it’s mid conversation, because he knows you’re about to remind him that he belongs to you and only you.

It doesn’t matter how you do it, you can even just grab his throat and speak sternly to him and that’s more than enough to make him follow you like an obedient dog the rest of the night

BUT you can (and please do) make him cum in his pants, leaving a mess in them.

He doesn’t really mind if he’s sticky with your cum either, though he does have some minor hesitancy about this.

[maesaeart]

previews for my last kinktober posts bc I probably can't post them here hahahhaha............

[FULL VERSIONS]

[cyberrthegreat]

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 ༄☾

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

oct 1 dabi - humilation

oct 3 shigaraki - choking

oct 5 nagito - somnophilia

oct 7 tamaki amajiki - face sitting

oct 9 mirko + hawks - sharing

oct 11 aizawa - handjobs

oct 13 gundham tanaka - ritual

oct 15 sebastian (sdv) - hate fucking

oct 17 kazuichi souda - pegging

oct 19 sero hanta - shower sex

oct 21 shoto todoroki - jealousy

oct 23 shigaraki - forced pregnancy

oct 25 hawks - daddy kink

oct 27 tenya iida - aged up

oct 29 rantaro - restrains

oct 31 kirishima - swallowing

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

[tofuxtea]

— 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐏𝐀

𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀

— COLLARING: nsfw, kinktober event

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

— OMORASHI: nsfw, kinktober, dark/extreme content

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀

— WATERSPORTS: nsfw, kinktober event, dark/extreme content

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐀

[heyheydidjaknow]

Ihaveneverbeenlatetoanythingever Alright so I apparently completely glossed over in my head the fact that day two’s prompt was “ear cleaning”. Is ear cleaning romantic? Do they mean cleaning behind the ears or just sticking a cotton swab right into your ear G-spot? I don’t know and as interested as I am to find out what other people write I’m just going to take this opportunity to talk about a thing I’ve been thinking about passively for a while now.

Day 2: Oh To Know Nagito Komaeda

In chapter four of Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair, Nagito Komaeda became a person for exactly one chapter. Before this point in the story Nagito Komaeda was not a person. Nagito was a metaphor. Nagito was a vessel. Nagito was an object whose only reason for existing was to justify all the suffering and all the misfortune which clung to him like a sickness, like a plague, like a parasite. And when he was in the presence of a force greater than himself, physical embodiments the object of his obsession, he was constantly reminded of his position as this subhuman creature meant to serve the best interests of his betters. It’s no surprise, then, that when this acolyte was put face to face with his masters that he felt the need to encourage their growth even at the cost of his own life and safety. Their lives mattered more than his. Their lives meant more than his. They were superior creatures. Then Nagito found out that these fuck ups caused the end of the world, the illusion was shattered, and he became person. He was no longer Nagito the sole, lonely insect, but instead the only ant actually aware of his place as such and, was, for five minutes, a person amongst equals. The Nagito in that trial, therefore— the critical, confident, self assured leader he became— is, presumably, what he is like when he is not constantly being reminded of his inadequacy. We do not see that version of him for the rest of the series; in every other instance he is around superiors and acts as such.

Nagito with a normal, non ultimate S/O would be good for him I think. Imagine a Nagito Komaeda who isn’t constantly surrounded by reminders of his inadequacy and fundamental disadvantage. Imagine a Nagito Komaeda who has a chance to catch his breath and interact with a person he can’t categorically prove he is less than. Imagine Nagito Komaeda with a person just as inconsequential and practically unextraordinary as he is and how much less pressure that would put on a person. That would make a fun fanfiction, I think.

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Warning: Lewd content below

Kinktober day seven!

Stuck in wall: (Maki/???)

“Come on…damn it!” Maki struggled to fit through the vent. It was kind of embarrassing, how she ended up in this situation. It shames her to admit it but she was attempting to find a way into the class trial room without using the main statue. Ever since they went to the trial room for the first (and hopefully last) time, Maki was curious if Monokuma sealed off that room for a reason. Perhaps there was an escape hatch or something? A faint dream of hope, but if anyone was going to sneak in there, who better than the ultimate assassin? 

Unfortunately, when she did find a hole in the ground, she didn’t think twice before crawling head first in. The thought of freedom was too tantalizing to ignore. However she underestimated her own body. Specifically the thiccness of her ass. It was stuck in the hole she attempted to crawl into, and was squished perfectly in so she couldn’t pull herself further in or back out. She struggled, shaking her large rump. But the only thing she succeeded in was seeming like a horny slut, shaking her ass for anyone to see. And if they didn't see her, they would have certainly been pointed in her direction by the sound of her phat ass meat clapping together. 

But she should be fine, as long as no one saw her stuck in the wall, twerking her big butt.

SPANK

She was no longer fine.

“D-do you want to die?” She threatened to no avail. Instead the mystery person flicked up her skirt. They moved her dark red thong to the side as they messaged her pussy with their fingers. Maki held back a moan as she attempted to think of who could be doing this to her. Kokichi trolling her? He wouldn’t put it past him. Or maybe one of the quiet ones, like Korekiyo or Shuichi? The quiet ones are always the horniest. Or maybe it was a girl who was showing an open pervert, like Miu or Angie? In her heart, Maki believed Tsumugi fell in that category too, based on the few anime shows she’s seen in her life. It also could’ve been someone she wasn’t expecting, like Kaito (though for some reason she was significantly less angry if it was him). 

Eventually the mystery person got impatient and fully removed her skirt and thong. But of course the pervert left on her stockings as they continued to rub her pussy. At this point Maki couldn’t help but melt at the pleasure the stranger was giving her. She unconsciously lifted her ass up in the air, allowing the stranger to quickly insert their member (or perhaps strap?) into her ass. And before Maki could react she was being fucked by someone she couldn’t even see! And what was worse, they didn’t even realize how big they were! They were thrusting so recklessly they didn’t realize they were stretching out Maki more than any one of her toys she used. It would’ve even been painful if it didn’t feel so good~

The hung stranger sped up causing Maki to drool. She could feel them throb in her tight ass, ready to bust. And she wanted it. Wanted it so bad. She didn’t even care if it made her look slutty, her mind was completely broken as she got pounded from the back. The stranger pulled her twintails like reins of a sleigh while giving her ass the occasional spank. Which she loved. Her phat ass jiggled with each spank, as she eagerly wiggled her ass while being pounded from behind. 

Eventually the stranger reached their limit and came inside of Maki’s asshole. Their warm, hot, thick cum filled her completely, with more of it pouring out of her rather than inside of her. The thick stranger took out their Kubspad and took a photo of their handwork. Maki, like a good slut, stuck her ass up in the air after hearing the camera click, posing for the next series of shots. As the strangers footsteps faded Maki sighed in content. She needed to fuck them again, no matter what the cost. Even if that meant fucking everyone trapped in the academy with her!

But as Maki heard a new set of footsteps approach her, she realized her goal might’ve come sooner than she realized. 

[otakusheep15]

Okay, I know October is several months away, but I’d like to start planning it out as soon as possible, so help me decide which fandom to write for this year! Once I get my fandom, I’ll decide if I wanna do Kinktober or flufftober based on the characters. (keep in mind that I haven’t written for most of these fandoms before, so this would be my first time doing so)

I won’t be adding Obey Me since I’ve used it for the past three years, and I would love to branch out both my writing and my fandoms! Thank y’all so much for the help!

[yanderecrazysie]

Mirror Sex with Kaito

DAY 7 OF KINKTOBER

Kink: Mirror Sex

Pairing: Kaito Momota x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, insecurity/self-hatred

You looked at yourself critically in the bedroom mirror. No matter how much you brushed your hair, it wouldn’t behave. Your makeup didn’t help anything. You weren’t the height you wanted to be. Your face was breaking out in acne again.

There was so much of yourself that you didn’t like, so much to critique.

Your boyfriend, Kaito, walked into the bedroom and sighed when he saw you turning from side to side in the mirror, eyeing yourself with disdain. He knew exactly what you were thinking and he hated it. 

He wished you could see yourself the way he saw you- beautiful both inside and out. Not to mention sexy.

He sneaked up behind you and put an arm around your waist. You were so distracted by the mirror that you leapt about a foot in the air, letting out a surprised squeal, “Kaito! You scared me!”

“Sorry, babe,” Kaito laughed, giving you a little squeeze. An idea dawned on him as he looked in the mirror with you.

He played with the waistband of your underwear, already turned on from the sight of you in only a bra and panties. You caught on to his intentions immediately and smiled, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the ground.

Kaito groaned appreciatively and took your breasts in his hands. He gently massaged the nipples, rolling them around in his fingers and successfully turning you on as well. Once he had given enough attention to them, he turned to your panties, hooked a finger in the waistband, and dragged them down. You lifted each foot to let him pull it off and turned to your boyfriend, ready to undress him.

“Hold on,” Kaito protested, “I want to warm you up first.”

Kaito sat down in front of the mirror and patted his lap. Obediently, you took a seat. It felt strange being completely naked while your boyfriend was still completely clothed, but you were willing to try whatever he had cooked up for the both of you.

He moved his hands to your thighs and pulled them apart, finger dipping into your slightly wet slit before moving up to your clit to draw small circles around it. You gasped and lifted your hips a little, signaling that he was doing a good job.

As he went a little faster, you let out a small moan. And that’s when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Mouth parted in an “o” shape, head tilted back, legs spread far apart, and your essence sliding down from your pussy.

Immediately embarrassed, you looked away, feeling slightly ashamed of yourself. Kaito, however, gripped your chin in his hand and forced you to look.

“Wha- Why? I don’t want to look at myself,” you protested, trying desperately to wrench your face away from the sight.

“Until you realize how sexy you look to me, that’s not happening, babe,” Kaito replied.

You whined deep in your throat as he continued your ministrations. You tried to close your eyes, but Kaito gave a light slap to your pussy, making them shoot back open again.

Kaito pinched and rolled your clit in his fingers, making your hips buck wildly. You couldn’t help but watch in the mirror, almost mesmerized, as you did the motion. It was strange to you, seeing yourself react like this.

Kaito had finally decided you were wet enough and plunged a finger into your pussy. You let out a loud moan as he hit your g-spot right away. In the mirror, your mouth dropped open and your legs spread even more. Your eyes were dark and lidded with lust and your breasts heaved with each breath.

For once, you weren’t finding flaws- no, your brain was too jumbled for that. For once, you were just looking at yourself and seeing what Kaito must see. A girl writhing in pleasure, body begging for more.

If anything, it just made you more wet.

Kaito finger-fucked you into oblivion, making your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure. You tried to stay focused on the mirror, somewhat fascinated by the image.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, babe, because you’re going to watch everything I do to you tonight.”

[cayanne-pepper]

FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT, I FORGOT ABOUT KINKTOBER I NEED TO GET SOMETHING WRITTEN QUIK

[austajunk]

Kinktober is coming, but I've already been writing smutty one-shots every other day.

So I'm trying to think of what to do for the month of October since I've always wanted to do one of those daily challenges just for fun.

Maybe draw a Danganronpa/Rain Code character in a bunny every day? 🤔 Any suggestions?

[brayneworms]

cold as ice, baby | hinata hajime

kinktober day one: fingering

word count. 2.9k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, trans!hinata, gender neutral reader, fingering, established but new relationship, kissing, no real power dynamics but hinata likes being in control, biting, reader doesn't get touched but it's implied at the end

♪ freak - lana del rey.

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

Some days, Hajime's self-loathing is no joke.

It feels like the heat in Jabberwock intensifies it sometimes. Sort of... bastes it. Like it's cooking in its own filthy greasy residue and making him feel all oily and gross and hot. So, so hot. Under that stupid sun he cooks, and he sweats, and he feels like they can all smell it on him.

Probably not though. He showers every day, and nobody gets close enough to try.

It makes him feel a little sick, is all. How much he wants you sometimes. He feels gross, barely a step above Hanamura or maybe worse. He feels like he should go to jail sometimes for the way he ogles you. It's a hot island, so sometimes you have so much skin out, shoulders and legs, gleaming from sunblock lotion, slightly tacky from the whitish paste. Or the sea salt in your hair, or the chapstick you'd loaned from Saionji on your lips, apple and cinnamon. Or the swimsuits. Hajime's mouth goes dry.

He does not want to think about you in swimwear. Because then he's not going to stop thinking about you in swimwear, and it'll lead somewhere bad, which is the whole fucking issue, really.

You're so new, the both of you. He's liked you for ages, but you've only been official for a month or so. He can't just pounce on you like a starving lion. Even though he wants to. Even though he really, really wants to.

He watches you sit cross-legged with Tanaka to feed his hamsters, or get a piggyback from Owari with her strong hands on your thighs, or sit down and braid Ibuki's hair into loving little plaits, your fingers skating over the pale skin of her neck and scalp.

And it does something to him. He imagines your hands, smoothing down the tawny skin of his arms, his waist, encircling his ankles, gripping his throat, buried in his hair. He looks at your fingers and imagines them balling up the stupid standard-issue bedsheets underneath you. He sees you stretch out your legs and sees them bent in half, over his shoulders, around his waist like a vice, your pretty eyes clenched shut, your pretty mouth hung open.

Heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Avoiding you and taking a lot of cold—unforgivingly cold—showers makes for a good temporary solution, but oh look, hasn't he just shot himself in the foot and scored a home goal with it? Because it just means you come knocking on his cabin door looking for answers.

At night.

When everyone's asleep, and you're alone, and he's only wearing his boxers because of this stupid perpetual heat.

"Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your voice all small and hurt, and Hajime wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"No! Nonono," he blurts out in a panic, and he steps aside to let you in like a moron, like the idiot he so clearly is. It's not the first time you've been in his cabin, obviously, but it's night and you look all soft and vulnerable and he thinks you're freshly showered because he can smell the coconut bodywash you like to use.

But then reality breaks through because you look—honestly hurt, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his eye, and then Hajime mostly just feels like a huge piece of shit.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of weariness. "It's—it really isn't anything you, uh, did. It's me. I'm just... weird."

"Weird about what?" you press, stepping forward. "C'mon, you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can just... talk it out."

You're so sweet. "It's—uh, honestly, it's just kinda really embarrassing. And stupid. And... weird. And I really don't wanna weird you out, or like, make you think I'm... something I'm not, 'cause I'm not, like, the thing that you're gonna think I am but I just—"

"Hajime." Your hands on his shoulders, clamping down. The warm soft skin dimples between your fingers. Hajime's voice dies in his throat. He stares on, cheeks cherry-red, entirely too hot, sweat collecting unpleasantly on the nape of his neck. "I can guarantee nothing you tell me is going to freak me out, or whatever it is you're scared of. And I can see it's clearly... weighing down on you."

You're so nice. Weighing down on you is such a nice choice of words. In reality he probably looks constipated from stress.

"It's just—" His tongue flicks out nervously to wet his lips, and your eyes absently flit down to track the movement, oh fuck, "It's just..." Bad idea bad idea bad idea. "I kind of... I don't want to come on too strong and... scare you off."

Your brow knits; he thinks he sees some sort of understanding fall into place behind your eyes, but it's kind of distant. "Come on too strong how?"

His blush spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, down his neck. "I... ahaha..." The nervous breathless stupid laugh he gives makes him want to strangle himself. "Y-you know. When I'm around you, I..." He swallows hard. "It—I can't help but think about... stuff I shouldn't."

He sees the moment it clicks into place for you; the slight widening of your eyes, the parting of your lips. "A-ah."

Mortification floods him like a tsunami. "Sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should've—" He's burning alive, he's actually baking like one of Hanamaru's luxury strips of meat that he slowcooks in the oven for hours on end so the whole hotel building ends up stinking of fucking, chicken and stock and rosemary all day—

"Hajime, hey." Your hands squeeze on his shoulders. "Just—breathe for a sec, please, you're freaking me out but not for the reasons you think you are."

Hajime gulps, eyes you nervously, and takes in a few desperate pulls of air. He feels small, like he's actively shrinking.

"First of all. It's not... like, weird, you know, to f-feel that kind of stuff in general," you say, incredibly haltingly like it's very awkward for you. "But it's even less weird when you're actually, you know, in a relationship, and I—I don't want you to feel weird about this, that's all, or about telling me when you're—you know. Because I'd be down. I mean, to help. Assuming that's what you want, I mean."

Hajime stares at you. His brain abruptly throws up its hands, bluescreens, and goes for a smoke break.

"Wha—wha?" he says intelligently. You smile fondly, the kind of smile that reminds Hajime why he fell in love with you in the first place.

"Do you want me to help you out?" you repeat, very clearly, and Hajime buries his face in his hands. Heat shoots through him like liquid lightning, illuminating every pore of his body. He can feel it gather between his legs.

"You don't have to," he mutters, heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Hajime," you say pleasantly. "D'you think you're the only one who's had to hold themselves back?"

It's pure, unadulterated shock that makes him lift his face out his hands to gawp at you, but the moment he does you cup his face with both of your hands and kiss him. He wonders if you can feel the heat of his burning skin on your palms, whether you care, and then your tongue is in his mouth and he stops wondering anything at all. He groans softly against your lips, and finally his useless hands move and he's grabbing, curling a fistful of your shirt in one hand and cupping the back of your neck with the other. He feels like he's been depriving himself of you for so long, and for fucking what? You feel incredible.

He walks you backwards until your knees his the frame of his bed and you're unseated with an undignified yelp. You bounce on the mattress, peering up at him. Hajime swallows hard. "Is this... okay? We don't have to—anything you want, God, anything—"

You put two hands on his waist, just above the waistline of his boxers, and Hajime stammers to a halt. He gazes at you, wide-eyed, brilliantly red. You press your lips to the skin just under his navel and his stomach sort of convulses at the sensitivity, and you keep going, down the trail of hair that disappears behind the waistband of his underwear, kissing over the fabric until you get to—

Hajime jolts and swears. His hands clench reflexively into fists at his side. "Lay down," he bursts out, and then flushes deeper. "Uh... please. If you want to. I—"

You giggle and pry your hands off him, leaving him feeling colder than ever. Hajime watches, mouth dry as you drape yourself lazily over his bed. Your sleep short ride up your thighs, the collar of your shirt dips down, and all the skin is making his head dizzy. He clambers over you a little clumsily, hitting your knee with his with a thud that makes you wince.

"Sorry!" he panicks, hands fluttering nervously over your leg. "Sorry, did that—that was an accident, I—"

"It's okay, it's okay," you laugh, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "Jeez, Hajime. Relax a little maybe."

His flush must be crawling down his chest at this point. "Yeah. Maybe." He glances around. "Kind of hard."

"Is it?" you ask with a pointed glance at his boxers. He groans, but the levity is extremely welcome, makes him feel less anxious. Reminds him it's just you, and you would never seriously laugh at him. Reminds him that he's safe.

"Is it okay if I'm—I mean." He wipes his clammy palms surreptitiously over his thighs. "I feel better when I'm more... in control. Y'know?"

You smile up at him. "That's fine with me. Are you going to boss me around now?"

Hajime laughs feebly, glancing away. He thinks it's a reasonable pretense that the idea doesn't make him ten times wetter.

He kneels between your legs and kisses you. You're so soft, skin warm and pliant and fresh from the shower. He can't hold back a moan when your tongue slips against his, and when your hand slides over his waist again, the pinky finger of your hand grazing the band of his underwear, he finally plucks up the courage to grab your wrist and drag it.

He lets out a choked sound into your mouth as your pliant hand slides between his legs. Pulling back from the kiss, panting hotly against your mouth. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely. "Please, oh my god, I need... only if you want, only if you want to..."

Your hand twitches to life inside the tight grip of his fist, and you skim your fingers over the wet spot of the fabric of his underwear.

Hajime shudders, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. "Ah... oh, fuck..." His shaking hand drops your wrist, reprimanding himself fiercely for maybe grabbing you too hard, but you didn't say anything, but he shouldn't just grab you and lead you like you're cattle, he opens his mouth to apologise when you cup his cunt through his boxers and he loses the ability to do anything at all. Anything other than moan into your skin, starting to get salty from the heat and the proximity, and he goes delirious with the idea that he's ruining you a little. Like you've just showered, you'd scrubbed your body all over with lovely scented soap and he's going to undo it methodically, deliberately, and you're going to let him, when it's all over you're going to smell like sweat and him and you'll have to clean all over again.

It's an intoxicating thought, the idea that someone as soft as you would let someone like him mess you up.

Your hand slips under the waistband of his underwear, follows the trail of hair down and finding him soft and hot and dripping wet. Hajime curses as your fingers skate almost curiously over his clit, his folds.

"Oh shit," you curse, mumbling almost more to yourself. "Y-you're so wet."

He makes a high, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, eyes clenched shut, and his hips rock up into your hand in a gesture that feels inherently needy.

Despite his grossly obvious urgency, you take the time to bring your fingers back to your mouth and press them inside. Hajime watches, slack-jawed, pupils blown. When you take your fingers out, they're gleaming wet, and you grin at him. "You taste amazing."

Hajime is assaulted with all new images; your head between his legs, his hand on the top of your hair or tangled in your hair. Your tongue, soft and skilled against him, dripping spit and cum onto the carpet, and he has to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on your chest.

"Y/n," he croaks. "I'm gonna lose my mind."

You smile almost shyly, as if you didn't just have your fingers in your mouth right in front of him. "O-okay. Okay. Just, um... okay, I got it."

Hajime swallows hard. "Y-you're still sure?"

"I'm so sure," you tell him earnestly. And with that your hand glides down, over his collarbones, the twin scars arching beneath his breastbone, down his tense stomach and under his boxers again. This time, your fingers move with purpose. They roll over his clit and down the centre of his folds, parting them, dipping inside just slightly before coming back up. He feels a shivering mix of pain and pleasure as two of your fingers circle his clit, an indication that he's almost too sensitive; he feels like he's on fire, like forks of lightning are emanating from the vertice between his legs, and he lets out choked, high noises against your throat.

Mindlessly, it seems, his hips roll against your head, seeking something more. You take the initiative to prod with one finger, dipping lower from the other before teasing at his entrance. His thighs shake and part slightly for you, and you slip inside without another word.

The breach feels like breathing for the first time; he's so wet and so sensitive that you slide inside with barely a hint of pain, easing in up to the first knuckle.

"Ohhh god," he groans, feeling mindless, feeling weightless. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."

"What should I—"

"More," he nearly begs. "I want you inside."

The word should be embarrassing, but they just aren't. Not in front of you. You get your finger in slowly, inch by inch until your knuckles press up against him and he's clenching the sheets with his free hands.

He almost convulses when your finger curls up like it's searching for something; it presses against a spongey spot inside him and he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, and he hears you swear to yourself as you start moving in and out.

"Nngh, oh—hah..."

Oh he's gonna die. Your fingers are inside him. He's gonna fuckin' die—

One turns to two turns to three, your thumb rolling constant circles over his clit, sometimes catching so sensitively that he has to bite back whimpers. There's the stretch and the burn but even that is okay, feels good after a few moments. He feels distantly really bad that he's not touching you, but he will after, fucking hell he will after, whatever you want him to, he'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on for making him feel so good right now. All too soon he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach like a band.

"H-hey," he gasps out. "I think I—I'm c-close, so..."

"O-oh," you say, sounding equally breathless. "It's okay."

Your fingers push up into him, curling almost viciously into that spot inside him just as your other hand taps his jaw and guides his face to yours for a kiss. It's barely more than panting against each other's lips as your thumb presses down hard on his clit.

"Fuck, fuck," he cries. "Fuck, you're so fuckin'—so perfect—'m cumming, shit—"

He sobs out as he cums, alight from the inside out, shaking like he's just been hit by lightning. The pressure is so much that he needs an outlet, his finges pressing bruising marks into your hip and thigh, and he turns his head and bites down almost feverishly on your collarbone.

You tap his arm with a yelp, fingers jerking inside him as he starts to come down. He can feel his release dripping down his inner thighs and he lifts his head groggily.

"Shit," he mumbles eloquently, staring at the teeth mark on your skin. He didn't break skin, thank fuck, but he still feels mortified. "Sorry. Oh my god, sorry. That was—that was a total accident, I..."

"Ah, it—it's okay." You swallow hard. "Was that..."

Hajime shakes his head dazedly. "Amazing," he croaks. "Y-you're amazing." He gets the werewithal to roll off you with his shaking limbs so his weight isn't pushing into you anymore.

You let out a long, slow breath. "Was pretty amazing for me too."

Hajime glances at you with a trickle of amusememt. "Not yet it wasn't."

Your brow scrunches in confusion—but realisation dawns when you feel his hand slide up your thigh. In his eyes is a question, one that you nod hastily to. Hajime grins weakly.

"Good," he breathes. "As soon as I get my breath back, it's your turn." And it sounds like the sweetest thing ever when he adds, a moment later with a twist of that characteristic cockiness that leaps out at the most inopportune of moments: "I can't wait to see how pretty you're gonna look when I make you cum."

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i am not built for love (i'm not good enough) // Nagito Degradation Headcanons

Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

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Song: .smokerings. By Frnkiero andthe cellebration

Warnings: degradation on both sides

Typically prefers for you to degrade him, but has no issue degrading you as well if he’s in the right mood.

His degradation of you often degrades himself as well, he can’t help it.

“I can’t believe someone like you is bouncing on my cock.” is said in a mocking tone.

“I would think you’d be smart enough to get with someone better than me, guess I overestimated your intelligence.”

“I would think I’d feel more blessed to have you ride me, guess you do this for everyone though, hm?”

Doesn’t like it if you do the same though, if you’re degrading him it better be fully focused on him and him only.

Not because he’s selfish, it just kills his mood to hear his lovely s/o talk down about themself.

Falls more and more in love with you if you degrade him in a gentle, loving tone and caressing his cheeks.

He could cum in his underwear from you being so nice and gentle while calling him trash.

[cyberrthegreat]

fyi: if i do so itll be mha and danganronpa

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Komaeda Kinktober Day 30 is @DR2_HELL's bunny design 8D ahaha it's so good

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Day 3 - Bootworship