#nagito komaeda nsft

[goddess-of-green]

Random ask, can we get the aftermath of the soup scene? Like, what would Nagito’s reaction be to finding out he humped his S/O’s thigh? Lmao. You don’t have to do this

please he would be devastated (i wrote a blurb this probably sucks idk i'm tired) word count: 281

Warnings: GN!Reader, extremely suggestive themes, use of pet names (darling, honey) (art creds: Zakiko)

"Please! Forgive me, my darling... How truly disgusting of me...to do something so despicable, and in your presence nonetheless! I understand if you never want to see my wretched, perverted face again..." Tears ran down Komaeda's face, but despite his words he clung to you with a vice grip.

Komaeda had always been like this, ever since you affirmed with him you didn't mind his touch. Even when he was convinced you hated him, he couldn't stop himself from seeking your comfort. The only way he would stop is if you told him to.

You didn't mind so much though, you wanted to be a pillar for him when he had his breakdowns. Even if they were about how much you must "hate" him.

You stroked his hair with one hand, and brought up the other to caress his cheek. Petting Komaeda was usually effective in calming him down.

"What do you mean, honey? I'll always stay with you, okay? It's absolutely not your fault what happened." You spoke softly, trying to get your words to sink in as Komaeda stared at you with teary eyes.

"And besides..." You leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I love your beautiful face, why wouldn't I want to see it?"

Komaeda sniffed, and you felt a stab of sympathy as fresh tears ran down his cheeks.

"Y...You're beautiful." He murmured, laying his head on your shoulder.

You tugged gently at the ends of his hair, happy that he at least wasn't self-deprecating anymore.

"We match then, huh?" You smiled, wrapping your arms around him.

Komaeda's lip quivered, and he hugged you. "I love you..."

"I love you too," You squeezed him, "Always."

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #super danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa 3 x reader #dr x reader #sdr2 x reader #dr 2 x reader #dr3 x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader #nagito nsft #komaeda nsft #nagito komaeda nsft #nagito komaeda smut #nagito smut #komaeda smut

[thelaughtercafe]

Inevitable*

Tea Type: Black Coffee with a Shot of Espresso

Potential Triggers: Yandere Nagito, non-con for tickling and cuddling/forced kissing, manipulation of Reader's tickle kink against them, Reader has a pre-established Ultimate if that bothers you.

Pairing: Yandere! Nagito/F! Reader

Length: 1.3k+

Summary: Nagito had been kind and there for you, all throughout your school years. The last thing you expected was him to lock you away. He'd been persistent, but not broken you. Until now. If only his luck wasn't so powerful.

You were an angel. There was no other way to describe you. Not to Nagito. You'd been kind to him when he didn't deserve it, always fussing over him in school whenever you'd feel his upset. You were the Ultimate Empath- and he considered you the only person who truly understood him in the world. 

So when the world fell to despair, through the actions of he and his friends? Well, he couldn't just…not protect his own personal hope. Right?

And yet…you'd done nothing but make him spiral into despair all the more. You were scared of him. Of what he felt and made you feel. It caused guilt and resentment build up in him all at once and his illnesses, on top of being an Ultimate Despair now certainly didn't help his self control any. He missed your smile. He'd do anything to see you beam at him again, to bestow the gift of your beautiful hope upon him. 

It was then that his luck finally struck. 

He had been having a cuddling session with you- not your favorite part of the day but his by a wide margin. You were still chained to his bed by your leg of course- he had to keep you safe. But it was soothing to feel your skin and cloth against his own. 

It was when your breath hitched unnaturally that it piqued his interest. He had been absentmindedly stroking your stomach and humming when he noticed. Your shirt had ridden up a little. He paused a moment and then continued to hum, even as his mind spun. 

'What could have caused you to react in such a way, my hope? I have to know.'

He allowed his fingers to flutter lower, like he believed they did and this time you jolted in his arms and let out a high pitched squeak. He couldn't help his smirk as he leaned down to purr into your ear, your body now tense as a spring, not breathing. 

"Ah I see now. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, now would you love?"

"W-What me? No way! You're imagining things Nagi- l-let's just go back to cuddling okay? I was finally starting to fall asleep!"

You had turned to pout at him and Nagito could admit, you had always been a gifted performer. But he knew you better than anyone else- and he was going to take full advantage of this exciting discovery, no matter what. May as well use your lying as an excuse to punish you.  Maybe it would lead you into the depths of despair? He hoped so, because then he could be the one to inspire you to ascend to the echelons of hope and you would finally treasure him as he did you. 

"It's not nice to lie to your boyfriend, you know that?"

He was quiet a moment and then you felt air on your ear, intentionally this time which made you squirm and press your lips together in denial, now firmly turned away from him. 

Now it was his turn to pout. 

"Aww no fair! I haven't seen your smile in so long. You're going to show it to me."

His voice lowered, in that dangerous way that always gave you chills but you shook your head anyway, burrowing your face further into the soft bed as butterflies went wild in your stomach. 

You never would've imagined this whole situation. Less than a year ago you were perfectly content at Hope's Peak Academy. Or at least you think it was less than a year. Nagito didn't exactly keep you updated on the time or date. He'd always been kind to you, and you were close with him and the others. But for this to happen…it brought you despair as you'd never known. And you couldn't fathom it bringing you hope. No matter how much Nagito claimed otherwise. 

Truthfully, you'd always had a crush on Nagito. He was so attentive and kind; always looking out for his friends without a second thought. Not to mention, he was smart and you'd always found intelligence a sexy trait. But…things were changed now. He was still the boy you knew- but he was more sadistic than you ever fathomed he could be. His intelligence was now used to keep you hidden here. He was even prone to threats of telling the others where you were, if you struggled too much. He never got violent- but his punishments were of a different sort. Touch when you didn't want it. Your mandatory "cuddle sessions" were lengthened- and if you screamed or cursed at him- he'd shut you up with a hard kiss to the lips more than once. Eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stroked your face. 

"There's no point in raising your voice. You belong with me. You'll come to see it in time. I know you feel it too."

Perhaps the most frightening thing of all, was that some part of you knew he was right. You'd liked him back in high school, and still found him physically attractive even now. How much longer could you keep up the facade of hatred? The silent treatment? He was all you had left in the wake of the Tragedy, after all. Plus…now he was doing this ? You’d done so well at hiding your kink. No-one knew of it. You damned his luck to the darkest pit of Hell as he forced you up to face him with a pull of your shoulder, moving quickly to straddle your waist. 

Perceptive grey eyes bore into your expression as he analyzed the blush on your face, the hitch of your breath, and then he smirked. 

“Ha, I knew it. You like this.”

“N-No I-”

He cuts you off by sealing your lips together and, for perhaps the first time you kiss back. You think inwardly it’s because this is better than him finding out your tickle kink- but even you doubt the reasoning. 

He pulled back to grin cheerily at you, chuckling in a carefree manner. 

"Now, what did I just say about lying?  Naughty brat. You'll have to be punished for that."

He gave an exaggerated sigh, shrugging as if the situation was out of his hands. 

"And I was so nice, giving you a second chance too…oh well. Can't be helped."

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest but then his fingers were spidering up your sides to scribble at your ribs. 

You burst into laughter instead, trying to squirm and weakly shove him off. 

"Noohohoho!! Nagito! Not this plhehehehehease! It's too soon!" 

His answering laughter was light and melodic as he moved to squeeze at your sides. 

"Aw but you're so cute like this!"

He leaned down, lips meeting your neck before he whispered in your ear, oversensitivity making even that tickle as you flinched and tried to pull away. 

"Don't worry. I won't do anything "below the belt", so to speak, until you consent. I'm not a complete monster. This is definitely my new favorite punishment method though. Besides, there's plenty of spots to explore, even without going there."

You felt his lips upturn into a smirk, as he nibbled experimentally at your neck. 

"...If you get excited because of it? That's just a bonus. It'll make your true feelings for me all the stronger. After all, I'm the one making you feel this way."

Nagito finally pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. He smirked at you, the dominant glare in his eyes making you feel weak in the knees. You were running out of fight and he could tell in the way he sneered down at you. He knew he held all the power. 

"It also makes you a liar though. All that bluster and loud denial. I knew it was an act. Good thing I know just how to punish you for it now, huh? Let's see where you're most ticklish, shall we my hope? We have a long night ahead of us."

Well…at least you're at the hands of Nagito. It could be worse. He'd told you of the despair your shared friends and classmates had created. Of what he'd done. 

You were to be nothing but a toy for your old friends' whims until you eventually broke, just as he wanted. You could only resist for so long. 

Perhaps it had been inevitable. 

You were an angel. There was no other way to describe you. Not to Nagito. You'd been kind to him when he didn't deserve it, always fussing over him in school whenever you'd feel his upset. You were the Ultimate Empath- and he considered you the only person who truly understood him in the world. 

So when the world fell to despair, through the actions of he and his friends? Well, he couldn't just…not protect his own personal hope. Right?

And yet…you'd done nothing but make him spiral into despair all the more. You were scared of him. Of what he felt and made you feel. It caused guilt and resentment build up in him all at once and his illnesses, on top of being an Ultimate Despair now certainly didn't help his self control any. He missed your smile. He'd do anything to see you beam at him again, to bestow the gift of your beautiful hope upon him. 

It was then that his luck finally struck. 

He had been having a cuddling session with you- not your favorite part of the day but his by a wide margin. You were still chained to his bed by your leg of course- he had to keep you safe. But it was soothing to feel your skin and cloth against his own. 

It was when your breath hitched unnaturally that it piqued his interest. He had been absentmindedly stroking your stomach and humming when he noticed. Your shirt had ridden up a little. He paused a moment and then continued to hum, even as his mind spun. 

'What could have caused you to react in such a way, my hope? I have to know.'

He allowed his fingers to flutter lower, like he believed they did and this time you jolted in his arms and let out a high pitched squeak. He couldn't help his smirk as he leaned down to purr into your ear, your body now tense as a spring, not breathing. 

"Ah I see now. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, now would you love?"

"W-What me? No way! You're imagining things Nagi- l-let's just go back to cuddling okay? I was finally starting to fall asleep!"

You had turned to pout at him and Nagito could admit, you had always been a gifted performer. But he knew you better than anyone else- and he was going to take full advantage of this exciting discovery, no matter what. May as well use your lying as an excuse to punish you.  Maybe it would lead you into the depths of despair? He hoped so, because then he could be the one to inspire you to ascend to the echelons of hope and you would finally treasure him as he did you. 

"It's not nice to lie to your boyfriend, you know that?"

He was quiet a moment and then you felt air on your ear, intentionally this time which made you squirm and press your lips together in denial, now firmly turned away from him. 

Now it was his turn to pout. 

"Aww no fair! I haven't seen your smile in so long. You're going to show it to me."

His voice lowered, in that dangerous way that always gave you chills but you shook your head anyway, burrowing your face further into the soft bed as butterflies went wild in your stomach. 

You never would've imagined this whole situation. Less than a year ago you were perfectly content at Hope's Peak Academy. Or at least you think it was less than a year. Nagito didn't exactly keep you updated on the time or date. He'd always been kind to you, and you were close with him and the others. But for this to happen…it brought you despair as you'd never known. And you couldn't fathom it bringing you hope. No matter how much Nagito claimed otherwise. 

Truthfully, you'd always had a crush on Nagito. He was so attentive and kind; always looking out for his friends without a second thought. Not to mention, he was smart and you'd always found intelligence a sexy trait. But…things were changed now. He was still the boy you knew- but he was more sadistic than you ever fathomed he could be. His intelligence was now used to keep you hidden here. He was even prone to threats of telling the others where you were, if you struggled too much. He never got violent- but his punishments were of a different sort. Touch when you didn't want it. Your mandatory "cuddle sessions" were lengthened- and if you screamed or cursed at him- he'd shut you up with a hard kiss to the lips more than once. Eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stroked your face. 

"There's no point in raising your voice. You belong with me. You'll come to see it in time. I know you feel it too."

Perhaps the most frightening thing of all, was that some part of you knew he was right. You'd liked him back in high school, and still found him physically attractive even now. How much longer could you keep up the facade of hatred? The silent treatment? He was all you had left in the wake of the Tragedy, after all. Plus…now he was doing this ? You’d done so well at hiding your kink. No-one knew of it. You damned his luck to the darkest pit of Hell as he forced you up to face him with a pull of your shoulder, moving quickly to straddle your waist. 

Perceptive grey eyes bore into your expression as he analyzed the blush on your face, the hitch of your breath, and then he smirked. 

“Ha, I knew it. You like this.”

“N-No I-”

He cuts you off by sealing your lips together and, for perhaps the first time you kiss back. You think inwardly it’s because this is better than him finding out your tickle kink- but even you doubt the reasoning. 

He pulled back to grin cheerily at you, chuckling in a carefree manner. 

"Now, what did I just say about lying?  Naughty brat. You'll have to be punished for that."

He gave an exaggerated sigh, shrugging as if the situation was out of his hands. 

"And I was so nice, giving you a second chance too…oh well. Can't be helped."

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest but then his fingers were spidering up your sides to scribble at your ribs. 

You burst into laughter instead, trying to squirm and weakly shove him off. 

"Noohohoho!! Nagito! Not this plhehehehehease! It's too soon!" 

His answering laughter was light and melodic as he moved to squeeze at your sides. 

"Aw but you're so cute like this!"

He leaned down, lips meeting your neck before he whispered in your ear, oversensitivity making even that tickle as you flinched and tried to pull away. 

"Don't worry. I won't do anything "below the belt", so to speak, until you consent. I'm not a complete monster. This is definitely my new favorite punishment method though. Besides, there's plenty of spots to explore, even without going there."

You felt his lips upturn into a smirk, as he nibbled experimentally at your neck. 

"...If you get excited because of it? That's just a bonus. It'll make your true feelings for me all the stronger. After all, I'm the one making you feel this way."

Nagito finally pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. He smirked at you, the dominant glare in his eyes making you feel weak in the knees. You were running out of fight and he could tell in the way he sneered down at you. He knew he held all the power. 

"It also makes you a liar though. All that bluster and loud denial. I knew it was an act. Good thing I know just how to punish you for it now, huh? Let's see where you're most ticklish, shall we my hope? We have a long night ahead of us."

Well…at least you're at the hands of Nagito. It could be worse. He'd told you of the despair your shared friends and classmates had created. Of what he'd done. 

You were to be nothing but a toy for your old friends' whims until you eventually broke, just as he wanted. You could only resist for so long. 

Perhaps it had been inevitable. 

#nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda x you #nagito x you #nagito x reader #danganronpa x reader #female reader #tlc: nsft #tlc: black coffee with a shot of espresso #tlc: black coffee #danganronpa x you #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2: goodbye despair #tw nsft #tw noncon #tlc: tickle fics #ler!nagito #lee!reader

[dangandisiacs]

masochistic, submissive nagito × reader

cw: degradation, bondage, sadomasochism, cursing. afab reader - no pronouns used.

a/n: this is a request from a friend! i hope you like it. :)

- mod phenomena

Nights out with your partner are supposed to be fun! Right? Supposedly.

You crossed your legs tight, staring back at the bartender who had been (overly,) friendly when running her mouth to your partner — Nagito. She placed her hand over his and provocatively leaned as far as she could over the bar. (without falling right over it. the only thing keeping her up was the way she kept tugging down her top.) It was killing you how the corners of his mouth would turn each time she complimented him. (with soft laughs, he seemed to find this more friendly than you were.)

You squeezed his hand that was residing on your thigh, feeling how sweaty his palm was when pressed against your exposed skin. It wasn't anything new for Nagito to tremble whenever he touched you. Let alone with you wanted him to. (what an obnoxious woman this was.) Her eyes wouldn't acknowledge your presence.

You let out a loud breath, finally catching the bartender's attention. You pushed your bar stool back, catching Nagito's attention as well when standing up. "Huh?-Are you going somewhere?" He questioned, lost by your sudden movements.

"So.." You smoothly straightened yourself up, pulling an arm around the back of his neck and pressing your ass right onto his lap. You tried to dismiss the quiver in his voice when you did so. Completely dismissing how he'd nervously grasp onto your hip. (while trying to keep his composure.) The sweet way you rubbed yourself against his crotch when leaning over the bar was cruel! “What do you do?" You questioned the girl, purposely interrupting the conversation.

"Uhmn," She scoffed, seemingly bothered by your affection towards Nagito. She cursed something beneath her breath and leaned away. "Other than tending bars, I've got lots of free time." She smiled, drawing her eyes back to your partner. You'd watch his quivering mouth open to speak, but you were quick to intervene.

“Really?" You pretended to be interested, glancing down to take the hand on your thigh, carefully intertwining your fingers. "That's so interesting. You know, I have lots of free time myself." You said, placing your intertwined fingers on the top of your thigh.

The sweat of Nagito's palms would definitely taint your leg. The little noises from him were faint for you to hear. (and how much you had begun to stir him below the waist.) You orchestrated seemingly innocent movements of your hips, taking a moment to turn towards him. A red tinge had blotched his pale complexion, with shallow breaths when you looked at him. "We have lots of free time.." You smiled deviously.

The pressure of your cruel movements against his now tight pants were killing him. You were getting him all worked up in a public bar! How shameful. It was difficult to keep back embarrassing breaths each time you spoke. "Hmnm.." You hummed, leaning in just before his mouth. "Maybe too much time." You teased, leaving a quick kiss on his mouth. It was nothing but playful affection, but it was driving his libido up the wall. Not to mention the throbbing dick prodding against your ass.

What torture you bring! The back of his mind begged to fuck you in bar bathroom. But, he knew how much of a baby he would've been if you had brought that up. "Right." The girl's voice before you faded as the thumping of heels on the wooden floor wandered off to a dining table. You watched as she left, leaning your head against Nagito's shoulder with a sigh. "Awh .. You doing okay?" You questioned, sitting yourself up enough to face him.

"You're .. Ah-" He awkwardly laughed, failing to hide how worked up you had gotten him. Each time you moved or even talked to him, he feared he would cream his pants right there. What a little viper you were. "Nagito-Do you wanna treat me like some girl you brought home from the bar?" You asked, inching closer to his burning face. Close enough to feel his heavy breaths. (trying to keep composure, maybe.)

"Like a dirty little slut. Or would that be you?" You tilted your head, amused at how much you were playing with him. "A dirty -?" He cut himself off, squeezing your hand for relief. Hearing you call him names like that was fatal. “Yeah.. a little dirty slut that wants to fuck every harlot that flirts with him." You spoke quietly, moving your hips ever so slightly with each word. "N-No-Nmn-" He dropped his head down towards his lap, hoping sweat hadn't begun beading down his blushing face. The pulses in his bottoms weren't helping how excited you were making him. What a mess you were stirring up.

"Is that what you were thinking?" He questioned, lifting his head up enough to see that pretty face of yours. "Weren't you?" You asked, chewing down on your bottom lip. "Mhnm, you're such a cuck." You whispered, turning away to take a sip of your drink. "Please," He let out a breath, flexing the fingers against your hip in tense anticipation. "Please .. please?" You teased him, mocking the sort of whines you'd heard before.

To a bystander, it may come across as rude to ridicule your partner. Unless they were like Nagito. “I bet you really wanna get off right now." You teased, feeling a particular pulse beneath your ass. "Like a filthy little slut," You laughed, taking the opportunity to push back against the bar. Anyone else would assume something was quite funny. Technically it was. "Fuck you in the bathroom .. Fuck you in the car .." You whispered in sultry vowels, pressing your mouth up against his burning face. He squirmed with each 'fuck' that left your mouth.

The sound of heels bombarded your ears. You realized the same bartender had returned, urging for your pay. (was it too hard to watch this go down?) “Oh!" You pulled your warm mouth from Nagito's face and focused back on the bartender. "I've got it." You reached for the bag you'd brought and heard a bitchy little breath from Nagito. You could easily dry hump him to a guilty release in that bar without even trying.

You set the bag right on your lap, fully opening it for the wandering eyes behind you to see what you had brought. You were always ready for whatever the day had in store. Just the sight of travel-sized lubricant made him shiver. Just the sight of your pretty fingers sifting for your wallet. “You don't need to-"

"It's alright. I'm the one who does everything anyways." You said that so casually. Nagito knew exactly what you meant by that. He knew what you meant when you cut a slick look at him. Oh, fuck. Just the scent of your hair when moving your head was like some sort of aphrodisiac on its own. He didn't need that to feel like a total perv when you were around. You truly were some sort of deadly nightshade.

“Mhnm!" You hummed when tossing down whatever money you two had drank up. (if you had gotten him too tipsy, he definitely would've started begging you to fuck him in the bathroom. louder than you'd like him to.)

“Nagito-Are you ready to leave?" You turned to him. (scent aphrodisiac. scent aphrodisiac.) It took all that was in him to resist the temptation to move his hips against yours. An uncomfortable nod and you were off. You carefully slid off his lap, making sure to rub as much friction as you nonchalantly could. You'd hear the squeaking of the stool behind you. (practically sensing the awkward way he would walk out of the bar. thanks to you.)

___

The moment you stepped past the front door, you had already begun attacking Nagito with warm kisses. Kisses on the face, kisses on the neck — you paused to take a breath, half-haphazardly stumbling to the bedroom of the shared home.

“Fuck-" You panted, pressing your mouth against his with sloppy kisses. Roughly tugging the sleeves of his jacket down enough to discard it to the floor. Between absolutely messy kisses, you let his trembling fingers grasp at the hem of your shirt, enough to help you pull it right over your head.

"Look at that," You spoke, completely out of breath. "At least you're good at something." You smiled, leaving one last kiss to his quivering mouth. "C'mon then." You motioned to him, tugging down your own skirt. “Hurry up! Do you want me to leave you to jerk yourself off all alone?" You frowned, watching his desperate attempt to strip himself down for you. "No-Please, I want you to be the one who does that." He nodded, obediently backing up towards the bed. "You're good." You began, circling around the bed. It was neatly made that morning. Not for very long.

"When you want to be." You tutted, dropping to your knees. You ducked down, pulling out a box from beneath the bed. A box full of all sorts of fun things. "Naughty naughty." You tutted, setting the box onto the nightstand. "I wonder .. I wonder.." You hummed, tossing the lid out of the way.

You sifted through your 'toy box' of sorts, fishing out whatever you found necessary. Watching you from the mattress was torture! Nagito was propped up on his elbows while watching your every move. "I don't know if you even deserve to even think of touching me, Nagito." A small noise from him. He couldn't deny that. "I really don't-" He sat up more, pathetically excited for whatever you were going to do to him.

"Not at all. Especially for how much of a slut you were being!" You frowned, taking hold of one of his wrists nonetheless.

“A slut?" He sounded feeble to repeat your (attractive.) vulgarity, staring back at you with such a pitiful gaze. "Uh-huh." You nodded, pausing your search within the box of yours. "I think so." You teased, pulling out familiar cuffs. Perfect enough to bind him up with!

You carefully secured his trembling wrists, finding guilty pleasure in his whiny panting. "I haven't even touched you! You're already getting so worked up," You snickered, circling to his ankles. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. It's you after all. I can't help it when it's you-!" He sighed, leaning his head back against the pillows. "As opposed to anyone else?" You pushed his overly squirmy ankles down in an attempt to properly secure them to the under-bed restraints. How convenient.

"No!-No .. You know that-" He assured you, already pulling at those cuffs around his wrists. (no good.) "Nagito," You cooed his name, finishing up by the edge of the bed. God, even saying his name triggered a shiver through his body. "Can you tell me something?" You asked, hiking your legs up into the mattress. (what a sweet sight to see between his legs!) The response was a feeble nod, staring back at you with such pathetic desperation in his eyes. The comfortably propped pillows behind him should have been comfortable. The trembling of his hips each inch you crawled in was nothing near it. Oh, the agony of needing you!

"Yes?" He swallowed, his chest rising with each deep breath. (pure excitement!) Between questions, you straddled yourself over his thighs, pausing just before his needy sex. (all on perfect display for you.) "Did you wanna fuck that bartender?" You asked, staring back at that fearful expression of his. "Huh? No!" He shook his head, pulling on those restraints. "I didn't! I only want you-" He pleaded, desperate to prove his faith to you. "You sure?" You pouted, leaning in towards his face.

His breaths grew shallow as you inched closer, resting a hand on his panting chest. "Yes! Why would I-" He was cut off by the hard slapping sound of your hand striking him across the cheek. "You're so fucking gross—" You said, staring back at the red blotch you had left on his fair skin. Tears welled in his pale eyes when he tilted his face back to meet yours. He truly was gross up for finding immense pleasure in that. "I bet you wanted to fuck her so bad," You pouted, prodding your fingers against the burning cheek of his.

"No! I only want you to do that." He swallowed the collected saliva in his mouth, giving the same demeanor of a kicked puppy. "Want me to do..?" You awaited his answer and leaned in closer to his scorching face. (what a quivering voice! what hitched breaths.) The fingers against his bare chest pressed down. You pressed hard enough to feel his raging heartbeat.

Nagito seemed hesitant to repeat your vulgarities. "-Fuck me." He uttered, huffing out breaths. "You don't want just any little harlot on your cock. Now do you?" You asked, replacing the prodding of your fingers to grab ahold of his sore cheeks. He looked so cute like that. “Nmnm.." He shook his head, refusing your accusations of infidelity. "It's not like anyone else would want to fuck you anyways." You squished his stinging cheeks once more before letting go. (admiring the red blotches you had left on him.)

"So I get the leftovers that nobody wants." You leaned away, leaving yourself properly straddled over his thighs. Just in front of his cock. Right before your very eyes. You absolutely adored the way he stared down at you in awe, in fear, in lust! You bent down towards his cock, leaving your mouth just inches from it. “See? See?" You prodded two fingers against the slit of his cock and flickered your eyes to see his reaction. Whiny little gasps at the slightest touch.

"You've gotten so needy... just for me? And I haven't even done anything yet!" You giggled, treating his dick like some sort of specimen to observe. "That is so pathetic! It's so easy to get you all subby and bitchy ..." You were beaming with enthusiasm (a slight hint of bite in your words,) when lightly running those fingers down his cock. The hard pulses of his stiffened length were nothing far from pathetic. "So unworthy of even being touched like this," You tilted your head and glanced up at him. "Nmn-You're right - I'm useless - even like this." He hissed at the contact, instinctively jutting his hips against your hand. (desperate for anything! something!)

"Not entirely." You lifted your fingers from him, hearing a bitchy little whine on his end. "You can't hold out that long either. But I really wanna play with you, Nagito." You laughed, the heat of your breath fanning over the drooling tip of his cock. "Mnm. Please do ... You can use me all you want-" He sounded more like he was asking you to than offering it.

"Use you, use you.." You teased. You squeezed your fingers around his cock as before, spitting warm saliva onto his pulsing dick. "There isn't much you're good for.." You began stroking his cock, smoothly pumping it through throbs and slick saliva. "Except being a filthy slut." You nodded, gaining a quick rhythm. Nagito pressed his head back against the pillows, already letting out airy moans and such. "A worthless little whore! Komaeda is a worthless little whore!" You degraded, bringing your mouth up to his cock.

There were sweet noises of jangling chains as his wrists twitched at your breath. His hips tensed as you pressed your mouth against the sensitive area. Scattering it with sloppy kisses. "Awhaha .. You're a pretty toy though .." You softened your tone, popping your mouth off his cock with each word. The sultry responses came in gasps and little groans. He was whining already.

“Mhmnm-" Your hums were vibrating against him when taking inches of his length into your mouth, cautious not to gag too loudly. "—Putting my filth-Nmn .. In your mouth .." He gasped out, choking on little whimpers. "Please-Please-"

You grazed the sensitive skin with your teeth, gathering a particularly lovely sound from him. (a gravelly hiss if you will.) You left a sloppy kiss against his dick, leaving a wet trail of messy kisses against his thighs. Your teeth grazed this skin once more, staring up at his tear-tinged eyes. It was smooth and warm to feel your tongue explore his skin. His breaths were shallow, taking sharp breaths at your gentle nibbles.

There was an anticipating breath — tensing up as you opened your mouth. (a teasing 'aah' from you,) as you sunk your teeth into the soft skin of his inner thigh. A pleased yelp of pain as he twitched away from you — what a pleased moan that followed! You pushed his thigh back against the mattress, pressing your fingers against the teeth marks. 

"Nagito," You spoke his name, leaving a sloppy kiss against the teeth marks. “What do you really want me to do with you?" You asked, straightening yourself up. He opened his mouth with quivering lips as if anticipating his own words. "Please-I want you to use me. Just like this-" His breath hitched, staring right back at you. “I know I don't deserve it-" He began, watching you lean over his sweaty body for the box from earlier. "Please, Just — Can't you allow me this?" He attempted to sit up, tugging at the cuffs around his wrists. "Violate me-Take advantage of me-" His breaths grew shallow as if excited by his own deranged fantasies.

His words were quite alluring to you, even seeing him this way left you feeling just as fucked as he was. "Talkative, are we? I'm sure our neighbors love hearing that voice of yours." You smiled, slipping out a cloth from the box. A perfect gag to shove into his mouth. You would miss his talkative self-depreciation though.

“Can you say 'aah'?" You asked, awaiting him to open his mouth. He gladly did so. Perfectly opening up wide for you. "Nagito is such a good boy. A very good boy." You smiled, (roughly, over gently-) securing it. (at least he listened to you!)

“Mnm. At least you're good for one thing, Nagito. You really are. And do you know what that is?" You rubbed yourself closer towards him, leaving your thighs inches from properly aligning with his hips. Pitiful groans were heard, playing into the jerk of his hips. As if to say — please - oh god, please!

He began nodding, fully aware of what you meant.  “Nmnm." You prodded his cock just before your welcoming cunt, keeping your focus on his face. He was already making racket.  Anticipating hums and narrowed eyes stared you down. (as well as taking in the lovely sight of you.)

You paused, "Do you really want to? It's okay if you don't want to." You teased him, just barely pushing your hips down. Panicked nods followed, in tune with desperate noises and choked-back affirmations. That was sweet consent for you. You bit down on your lower lip, letting out a breath when sliding your hips down. Carefully pushing his well-accustomed cock inside of yourself. "Fuck-" You laughed, moving your hands up his bare chest. Your vulgarity was nothing compared to the desperate whines and groans that were spilling from his chest. You were so hot inside. You perfectly melted around his sex, prematurely throbbing with the slightest grind against him.

"Nagito-" You gasped out his name, ever so slightly beginning to move your hips. Ever so slightly digging your knees into the mattress when carefully lifting your hips, only to roughly grind back against him. Between your own gasps, his shallow breaths and muffled whimpers were louder than your freely open mouth. The way he filled your cunt was perfect. This gave you more of an opportunity to grind against him with each uncontrollable arching of his back.

"Nagito," You swallowed, taking in the way your walls squeezed around him. (glancing down to see how well he stretched your cunt.) "You know .. I know what you're good for!" You laughed, leaning harder against him. "Fucktoy-" You bit your lip, enjoying the wheeze you got out of him with those words. The pathetic tears welled in his eyes. (practically begging you to fuck him hard!) “You're a filthy, filthy fucktoy. Fuck toy!" You gasped out pleasurable noises, thoroughly fucking yourself on his cock. Your own liquids mixed with his nicely. Smooth and slick as you found an absolutely phenomenal rhythm. Nagito was such a bitchy baby. Your gasps and little moans were nothing compared to the trembling hips beneath you.

He desperately tugged at the cuffs, wishing to touch you with every buck of his hips. (to the best of his abilities.) "You squirm so much-! Like a fucking maggot!" You spat, pushing down on his hips with one hand. "I should really tie you down next time-" That he did. He wheezed out pathetic groans and whines, trembling beneath you (and inside you.) with every rough movement of your hips. "You nasty little fuckdoll-" You panted, dripping warm droplets of sweat against his chest.

Those words only fucked him up more and more. He groaned in sexual frustration, begging you to push your hips down against his aching cock. With each lewd noise that filled the room, you felt the deep throbs prodding inside of you. He was close. So close to showing how gross he could be. “Nagito-! Do you want it that badly? So badly that you can't keep still?" You questioned, noting the desperation of sobs he choked out into that poor gag. (the arching and twitches of his sweaty body with every squeezing movement. (you weren't complaining though.) What a good fucktoy! Weak arms resisting restraints and soaking that gag with every wheeze and whimper.

You bunched up sheets in your clammy hands by his chest, staring down at him. A tear-stained face and the most desperate moans you had ever heard. You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Those pretty eyes of his flickered open and shut, (begging for you to let him have this!) "You're gonna cum? Nagito? Huh?" You stifled those words out between pants, feeling his hard twitches. He didn't need to tell you. (even if he could.) "—Gonna make me as lowly as you? That's so fucked up, Nagito-"

Humiliating nods of confirmation were so exciting to see. He was desperate for it! Whatever dignity he had left was long gone. So close. It was almost as if he was embarrassed for you to see him like this. All cuffed to your bed and drooling all on a gag? You found it to be pretty cute. His cock all full inside of you? Repetitive moans were choked out — music to your ears. Nagito's hips jerked against you mercilessly rather roughly, needing you to fuck that euphoric release right out of him! Pulsing in ecstasy! (with pathetic sobs of release.)

"N-Nmn!" You couldn't choke out his name anymore. All you knew was that you felt so much warmer inside — so hot with his filthy seed. Your own release was building up in throbbing waves. "Nagito-! Ah-I'll cum on your dick — you pretty little fucktoy-" You cried out, squeezing around his cock so perfectly. So sloppy and pleasing! If he could become just as hard as he was in that bar would have. (his own whines of overstimulation - and the beautiful sound of your pleasure was so good.)

You throbbed around him as you slowed your pace, feeling how he had prodded your cervix just perfectly. How dirty he had made you. You sucked in whatever air you could, sliding your trembling fingers up to his mouth. (allowing you pretty little hums of a needy partner.) You hooked your fingers beneath the cloth, carefully tugging it loose and out of place. “Look at that-" You let it rub down his chin,  feeling the fanning heat of his jagged attempts for air.  "Thank you-" He choked out, panting for ripe air. What a slut. He was still trembling beneath you — warming his flaccid sex all shoved up inside of you.

"Such a good boy-" You smiled, squishing his burning red face. "You're so cute, Nagito. Such a whiny baby." You teased, every so slowly drawing off of him. (to his dismay.) It was a familiar sensation. The sticky mixture of both of your liquids had tainted your thighs when moving. He pleaded your name, spilling out how grateful he was - how much he loved you!

You were quite amused by his proclamations — huffing out deep breaths while pushing yourself off the bed (his sweaty thighs assisting you,) You were so pretty - leaning against the bed when addressing him. (what a mess you had made!) "Are you gonna behave from now on?" You asked, pausing right before him. It was very clear to you that he wouldn't.

"Only if you wish me to," He was breathless, dizzy, and mesmerized with you. "Mhnm." You swept the ivory hairs off his sweaty forehead, "Sick fuck." You smiled nonetheless, leaving a messy kiss on his mouth. Oh, god — He was so pathetic each time you kissed him.

"I appreciate your lack of effort, Nagito." You inched away, as if dangling yourself in front of him — only to take it away. "We'll have to see about it. Best of luck-" You patted his sore cheek. You knew he wouldn't follow through with it. But, that's the fun part, isn't it? It kept you both looking forward to your next outing.

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[austajunk]

5, 18, 43 for Soumaeda (i seriously love your stuff with them!) Maybe komaeda recording himself doing stuff to souda and using it as blackmail of some kind?

Thank you very much! I'm glad some still like my ficlets bullying Kaz. <3

Let's say that this takes place after Chapter Two of SDR2 where Kazuichi had (foolishly) ambushed Nagito in the old building with Nekomaru. Now Nagito is out to teach Kazuichi something new about himself.

Triggers: Non-consensual Sex, Prostate Milking, Rimming, Blackmail, Humiliation, Mindbreak, and Drugs/Forced Drug Taking.

Fic beneath the cut!

“Come on, Souda-kun. Open up…”

Kazuichi winced, sinking back into the pillow. His hands were bound above his head to his bed with the sleeves of his own jumpsuit. He wasn't so secured that he couldn't wriggle or eventually tug himself free, but his captor didn't really care about that. Nagito Komaeda had moved aside plenty of times for Kazuichi's lewd face to be captured by the video cameras of the island.

The mechanic was strung up so pitifully, sweat dripping over his slender body with his legs locked. His cock had gone flaccid after another brutal fucking, but somehow… call it luck, Nagito simply wasn't tired yet. The shallow breaths of exasperation that came from Kazuichi's lips only served to excite the Ultimate Luckster more. His pale, naked body joined Kazuichi's, leaning over him to offer his poor captive the pill between his own lips.

Viagra.

Kazuichi stifled a cry in his throat. The camera had already captured every angle of his face locked in blissful ecstasy, shooting his load across the bed every time Nagito fingered his ass. He didn’t want to be hard again. He wanted to close his eyes, to rest. But Nagito, who seemed blessed with an endless stamina, demanded more and more. He would wait five minutes after each load his shot inside or outside of Kazuichi’s body, then he would slip that magical pill between his lips to raise him back from the dead.

“Komaeda… please…haha… I can't go again…there's nothing left…” He tried to reason.

The tears welled up in his eyes. He gritted his sharp teeth together, trying to contain himself. He could cry and cry and no one would hear him from this contained, soundproof cottage.

Drenched in sweat and his and Nagito's cum smeared across his body, Kazuichi felt like the stench of sex was ingrained into his skull. Nagito pressed his lips gently to Kazuichi's and forced him to accept the pill. Kazuichi didn't bite or lash out. It was as he said. He didn't have anything left.

Days after the second trial, after Nagito had been released, the Luckster had appeared on his doorstep To share a drink with the classmate who had strung him up in the old building. The next thing Kazuichi knew, he had been stripped down to his boxers, his green jumpsuit had been shredded and used to strap him against his bed, and Nagito was in between his legs and cupping the bulge forming between his legs. Hours later, Kazuichi had been inside Nagito's ass no less than four times. Maybe it was more in his sleep. Kazuichi was too delirious to know for sure. Nagito bucked and rode him, groaning as Kazuichi's four inches expanded his tight walls.

And how could Kazuichi resist? It was his first time and he felt… something. It was a foreign sensation in his groin, being so deep inside Nagito's warm, tight walls. Before he knew it, he was crying and rocking back and forth to match Nagito's pace. Nagito would stroke his chin and bring their lips together. The mechanic would part his lips and mash their tongues together, unable to keep himself for wanting to taste his captor. Whatever Nagito had slipped to him was powerful. He had Kazuichi losing himself entirely until each climax, each pitiful shot of white spunk was fired on camera.

“You're sticky again, Souda-kun,” Nagito taunted smoothly. He pressed his fingers to Kazuichi's lips after the pill slid in. He swallowed and obediently licked Nagito's fingers to take in the salty flavor of his own precum. Nagito was stroking him again, working him painfully back to a half-erect state. Kazuichi diligently suckled on his fingers for a few moments, closing his eyes. The taste distracted him. He inhaled the sweltering musk trapped in the walls of his cottage and shuddered inwardly. His cock was twitching again. He wanted to weep. Against his desires, the magical pill was already working.

“No more…ah…” Kazuichi sucked in a breath as Nagito's wet fingers traced his lips. “I can't come anymore…”

Nagito chuckled lightly. His green eyes narrowed. He slipped between Kazuichi's legs and lifted them over his shoulders. “That's alright,” he said brightly with a wave. “Let's try something… a bit wetter, okay?”

Wetter? Kazuichi had no idea what he meant. Nagito had already explored his own body more than he had ever done. He was trembling as Nagito dipped between his thighs and rested upon a soft spot beneath his sack and before his asshole. He gave the perineal area a gentle lick. Kazuichi moaned, his eyes widening at the strange, new sensation. Nagito licked him again, adoration put into every touch. His hand glided over Kazuichi's cock as he moved between licking closer to his anus ring and then lapping at his perennial.

“Fuck… no…no…” Kazuichi whimpered, shaking on the spot. It was wet. And odd. It felt like it shouldn't be allowed. The hot saliva from Nagito's tongue coated his asshole, a welcomed feeling when the mechanic was so sore from taking Nagito's meatier cock inside of him just twenty minutes ago. “Please-! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tied you up! I'm sorry! Why…Why are you doing this?!”

He bucked and tried to knock Nagito away from him, attempting to close his legs. But Nagito sighed, shook his head, and merely sat upon Kazuichi’s thighs. “I don't care about that,” he uttered to Kazuichi.

“What…?” Kazuichi hissed incredulously. Sweat coated his forehead. “Then… then why?”

“You're built up,” said Nagito simply. He tilted his head at the mechanic, lifting his legs back up to rest on his shoulder. “And you're weak. If anyone is likely to give into despair, it's probably you. And the only one keeping you from that is… probably Hinata-kun.”

Kazuichi's mouth went dry. Heat spread across his cheeks at the mention of his “soul brother”. “What… but…but I…”

Shooting him a judging look, Nagito quieted him. “Somehow… I want to be the one that lifts you up, Souda-kun.” He panted, his own hand slipping down to rub himself. “I want to… I want to make you shine. You'll stay true to Hope for me, won't you?”

He then darkly chuckled and nodded to the video cameras set up. He bought a few from the supermarket as well, turning them all to focus on the slutty, pathetic faces Kazuichi gave him each time he came. “Well… even if I can't give you Hope, I can stop you from going to Hinata-kun… unless you're alright with him watching videos of your cum-stained face…”

Kazuichi's face sank. His eyes darted between each and every single camera aimed at him. Who… who could he go to? Humiliation glowed crimson in his cheeks and his eyes were burning with a new release of tears. Nagito's tongue added to the sensation, slipping inside of his asshole. Lubricating him. “Hnghn… ah…anghh…” Kazuichi cried. He sniffled and threw himself back against his pillow. Sore arms and a humiliated libido kept him weeping and rocking against Nagito's tongue. He had to feel it deeper. His cock twitched and pulsed for Nagito to stroke him again.

“It's okay,” Nagito whispered huskily, raising from his ass. “We aren't going to stop any time soon. I'll give you all you need.”

A finger circled and teased Kazuichi's asshole. Then, it slipped inside. Kazuichi groaned, arching his back. He offered himself. The last pieces of himself to be broken. There was nothing left. Another finger joined the first in his puckered asshole, making scissoring motions to loosen him up again. They burrowed deeper… deeper until they found a special button.

“Aieee!” Kazuichi yipped like a wounded beast. The overwhelming pressure felt like he was going to lose control of himself and wet the bed. It was a hot spike of pleasure filtered through him as Nagito's fingers stroked the prostate inside of him, wriggling and pressing the button until Kazuichi was rocking back and forth. “Hmph!! Ngh…ah…I don't want to c-come from my ass–!!” He cried out, his hips undulating faster. Whatever he did, he couldn't move away. Nagito's fingers hooked him. His other hand cupped his cock and stroked him off. There was no escape.

“No…nahah…not from my…not from there-!” The humiliation wouldn't end. The last dregs of his mind were shattering…

“Souda-kun… you keep moving like this… all just for my fingers…” That calm voice chided him with another little chuckle. “...it's actually really cute. You're kind of cute like this, Souda-kun.”

A third finger inserted past Kazuichi's tight ring and he couldn't stop himself from moaning louder. The pleasure pooled through his groin, looking to burst through his entire being. Kazuichi shut his eyes, his voice getting louder until… he released. With a loud grunt, clear, translucent fluid spilled from his cock, staining the sheets beneath him once again.

It puddled beneath him on the bed, permeating the room with a renewed musk of heat and sex. Kazuichi dropped to his pillow, twitching and panting. The stars were locked behind his eyes and he labored there, stuck in a pure, hot afterglow. His orgasm was intense, only fading in slow waves throughout his body. When he opened his eyes, those white tufts of bushy hair filled his vision. Nagito met his lips for a deep kiss. And once again, Kazuichi could not refuse him.

“I'll let you rest,” said Nagito as they parted. The saliva still connected their lips. “For an hour… then… another pill should do the trick…” He buried himself into the crook of the mechanic's neck.

Kazuichi didn't hear him. He was out cold, fading fast into the sweet depths of sleep…

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #nagito komaeda #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda #soumaeda #komasouda #thanks for the ask! #nsft prompts #writing prompts #poor Kaz

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Something I've been wondering. Why is Hajime often perceived as the bottom in Komahina when he can totally beat Nagito in a fight? Nagito literally radiated bottom energy when he was tied up.

First off Bottom does not equal dominate and top does not equal submissive, they're just positions, Nagito is a dominant bottom

Nagito clearly enjoys pain and being tied up, but he was also in COMPLETE control of the scenes where he's tied up, he easily manipulates everyone around him to get him what he wants without lifting a damn finger. hes also got his superiority complex, when he learns hajime's a reserve his attitude does a 180 often telling hajime to lick his shoes or prostrate himself, once komaeda is in a situation where he feels he has power over someone his entire demeanor flips into someone domineering and acts very aware of how in control he is, and he loves it. Even before he found out about Hajime he told him to lick his shoes if i remember right then played it off as a joke, or told Ibuki for Hajime that if they helped with the investigation she could bite Hajime without letting Hajime answer.

Komaeda is in control, even when he is acting submissive, he's still actually the one in control most of the time, using it as a manipulation tool to get people where he wants. Someone with the power to be tied up on the floor and still get all the information he needs, manipulate people into being where he wants them to be, and actively be on people's minds when he wants to be, is VERY dominating behavior. Even when physically restrained and not moving at all, he's one of the most active and dangerous people on the island. You cannot dominate Komaeda in a way that matters, but he certainly can for you.

#musings from the music manager #komahina #nsft #anon chaos #nagito komaeda

[danganronpafakes]

We are not responsible for any weird boners you may get this evening.

Source: Tumblr

#incorrect quotes #danganronpa #dr3 #nagito komaeda #source: tumblr #nsft

[hairscare]

HOW DID I JUST FIND OUT ABT ANIME KOMAEDA ASS SCENE

#hair scares #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #nsft

[parallelplastic]

I want someone, anyone, to bite and play with Hajime’s tiddies because his 91 cm chest needs some love lmao

I chose Nagito. Written below the break. Typically feminine terms such as tit used for Hajime's chest, but they're intended to be gender neutral

Hajime flinched at the sharp pain, "Komaeda!"

A breathy laugh sounded off below, "I'm sorry, Hinata-kun" he said, rubbing a palm over Hajime's freshly bitten nipple, "you just look too good to resist."

Hajime glared, but the flush on his face failed to conceal his admiration, "well try harder."

"hmmmm..." Komaeda leaned all his weight against Hajime's chest, his hand cupping the tit and kneading it. "But Hinata-kun...how could I ever resist something as perfect as you?"

Good God...Hajime couldn't even look Nagito in the eyes when he got like this. It got him far too riled up.

"I want these all to myself" Nagito whispered, pressing a kiss to the other breast. Then he placed the nipple between his teeth, grinding at just the pressure that Hajime felt the perfect spark of pain and pleasure.

"ahhh..." Hajime tried to swallow around his moan, "Komaeda..."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, because I want to worship these for hours on end.."

#nsft #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata

[goddess-of-green]

do you think you could maybe write something that takes place when komaeda has to watch the movie in the movie theatre (I don’t remember what chapter) where reader thinks they will be the top after giving him a blowjob but he gets so desperate that he ends up topping and completely ruining their holes

Ofc <3 I really like this idea

Warnings: GN!Reader, NSFW, oral sex, facefucking, deepthroating

You sighed, leaning a hand against your cheek. "This movie sure is boring..." You let your eyes slide over to Komaeda, awaiting his response.

He nodded. Though his eyes didn't leave the screen, he had a bit of a sour expression on his face.

"I thought it would be a motive...but that doesn't seem to be the case." He frowned.

"Well," You smiled, shrugging. "We could always find another way to occupy our time..." You gave him a pointed look.

Finally taking his eyes off the screen, Komaeda looked at you with an innocent expression.

"What do you mean?"

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"Y/N-! Wh- What are you doing!?" Komaeda whisper-shouted.

You weren't entirely sure why he felt the need to whisper despite the theatre being completely empty besides the two of you, but didn't comment on it.

Maybe he was worried Monomi or Monokuma would catch wind of the compromising position you'd slid into-- sitting between his legs with your hands on his inner thighs, sliding slowly inward and face scandalously close to his-

"What does it look like, Ko?" You smirked, tone sultry and giggly. You wanted to tease him.

"Y-You- Your- M-my..." He whimpered, unable to finish the sentence.

Was he scared? You pondered briefly, listening to his shaky tone. Nervous? Or perhaps...you were simply having an effect on him...

Your hands lost patience, as did your mouth. You palmed his growing erection and pressed your face so close to his pants that your nose brushed the button of his jeans-- and you looked up innocently at him as you did so.

He shivered, teeth sinking into his soft lower lip as he shuddered, but he didn't stop you. Not a word of discontent or dispute fell from his lips as he looked down at your form between his legs, only shallow breaths.

His face was a pretty shade of pink as he looked away from you, and lightly, every so lightly, he pushed his hips towards your face.

A silent form of consent, and you noticed that his eyes were shut tight, and he'd grown tense. As if you'd renounce him for such a measly brush of his hips. One you'd clearly had no qualms with.

You chuckled at his cute face, and flattened your hands to run up and down his thighs before you unbuttoned his jeans, hoping to ease his tension a little bit.

It worked, if only a little. He untensed enough to let you in, eyes cracking open to stare at you in interest and arousal.

Unbuttoning his skinny jeans, you pulled them down far enough to give yourself decent room to work, his boxers following soon after.

Finally being met with his unclothed length, you grasped it firmly and pressed kisses up the warm shaft, stopping at the top to press your tongue flat against the head.

You flicked your tongue against his frenulum, delighting in the whimper he let out, his hands coming to hover around your head, too scared to actually touch you.

Taking the head in your mouth, you started to suck as you looked up to make eye contact with Komaeda.

His mouth was open and his brows were furrowed, and it was rather easy to tell he'd never had a blowjob before.

Best make it a good one then, hm?

Smirking internally at the thought, you doubled your efforts, popping your mouth off the head to spit on his length, letting your hand slide up and down the shaft easier.

You took him just a bit deeper than what was comfortable, bobbing your head up and down and using your hand to reach what your mouth didn't.

The added stimulation of your hand against him and your tongue caressing his head had Komaeda whimpering, hips twitching underneath you as his fingers flashed to grip the edge of his seat harshly.

Making eye contact with him, you watched as he bit his lip, and his hands once again came up to hover around your head, hesitant to touch you.

Pulling your mouth off him briefly, you stroked him at a pace a bit faster than before, fingers pressing against his tip in a way that seemed to be stimulating him rather well.

"You know, you can touch me, honey. I'd like it if you did, actually. I'm doing this to make you feel good." You smiled, leaning down to take his balls in your mouth as your hand continued to stroke up and down his cock.

He groaned, head falling back at the attention, moans of your name fell from his lips and he no longer seemed to care to stop them.

As you returned your attention to his member and took him in your mouth, he seemed to finally gain a bit of confidence, hands weaving into your hair and putting the slightest bit of pressure on your head as you bobbed on his cock.

As your pace increased, you suddenly decided to take as much of him as you could, hollowing your cheeks and trying to stuff your throat with as much of him as possible.

Komaeda whimpered at the feeling, and finally his hands pushed you down onto his cock, forcing you to take more of him as you gagged, the feeling in turn causing him more pleasure.

"F-Fuck- Ah! I'm sorry- I'm so- sorry." Komaeda could barely moan out an apology, taking the lead and bucking his hips into your mouth-- essentially fucking your mouth.

You gagged, having a hard time keeping up with him, and you were shocked as well.

I didn't expect Komaeda to take the lead like this-! I thought for sure I'd be the top-

He held you down on his cock, and you were suddenly forced to take him deep enough for your nose to brush against his pelvic bone, and a bit of curly white pubic hair as well.

Feeling his member throb, you prepared yourself to swallow as he started to cum in your mouth.

Komaeda groaned at the feeling, completely lost in the pleasure as his head leaned back, hips twitching involuntarily.

As he eventually started to come down from his high, he let you go and breathed deeply--needing a moment to catch his breath.

The same could be said for you, as you swallowed the rest of his load and broke into a coughing fit, already feeling your throat start to bruise.

No way you would have your voice tomorrow...

You were surprised Komaeda had turned out to be so dominant when he got comfortable, but then again you couldn't say you were put off by it.

After you had mostly caught your breath, you looked to Komaeda to see if he was doing alright. Despite your exhaustion, you wanted to make sure he didn't overexert himself.

He was already looking at you, chest moving up and down as he breathed heavily-- a fervent blush present on his face.

You blushed as well, seeing the look on his face, and wondered just what was going on in his mind as he stared at you.

You bit your lip, "...Ko?" You called, despite him already looking at you. He seemed to be in some sort of haze.

He whimpered as the nickname fell easily from your lips, and before you knew it, he pushed himself off the chair and lowered himself to the ground where you were still kneeling.

Getting on his knees, he lightly pushed your chest until you were laying on the ground beneath him. In any other circumstance you would have been disgusted by being on the floor of a movie theatre, but it was surprisingly clean as you two were the first to step foot in it.

"Please...forgive me..." Komaeda mumbled, spreading your legs to sit between them. You noticed the red tint was still present on his cheeks.

His mouth attached itself to your neck, and you sighed at the pleasant feeling of his lips on your skin.

He had a hand on the outside of your thigh, holding your leg close to his hips, and the other came up to rest on your neck as he kissed it, leaning all the way over your body on the floor.

Satisfied only after littering your neck with kisses, he moved down to your collarbone, sucking a mark into your skin as his hips twitched against yours.

You wondered how he could have so much stamina, but didn't think too hard about it as the blissful feeling of his mouth and his hips against you started to overtake your mind.

You had yet to cum, after all.

#danganronpa x reader #dr x reader #super danganronpa 2 x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa 2: goodbye despair x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda smut #nagito smut #nagito komaeda nsft #nagito nsft

[drkinhome]

hey, im hajime hinata & i was wanting either a pendelum reading or shufflemancy for my prev relationships w izuru (my alter) & nagito??

(also can i be 👕🥀 anon?)

Sure thing! I’ll do a shufflemancy for each relationship, with Izuru first and Nagito second! Also, you can totally use those emojis! I’ll stick this under a cut too!

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Eddie’s Teddy / The Rocky Horror Picture Show Cast

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[Dr. Everett V. Scott]

From the day he was born

He was trouble

He was the thorn

In his mutter's side

She tried in vain

But he never caused her nothing but shame

He left home the day she died

From the day he was born

All he wanted

Was rock ‘n’ roll

Porn und ein motor bike

Shooting up junk

He was a low down cheap little punk

Taking everyone for a ride

[Everybody]

When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy

You knew he was a no-good kid

But when he threatened your life with a switchblade knife

[Dr. Frank-N-Furter]

What a guy

[Janet Weiss]

Makes you cry

[Dr. Scott]

Und I did

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Izuru was the rebellious prosecutor in your system, causing a lot of trouble and stress for you and your possible other alters. He caused a lot of mental and physical harm to you, and it was hard to cooperate with him. He caused harm to others as well and could’ve gotten you in trouble.

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Hey QT / QT

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Hey QT, yeah?

Yeah, there's something I want to say

I feel your hands on my body

Every time you think of me

Hey QT, yeah?

Even though you're so far away

I feel your hands on my body

Every time you think of me, boy

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You and Nagito definitely had some form of relationship, most likely romantic or sexual. You were extremely close, even after he died in the Killing Game. You still felt his arms around you, missing his embrace. After waking from the Neo World Program, you could have gotten back together, continuing your relationship in the real world.

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I hope these help you and let me know if it does!

#danganronpa #danganronpa kin #shufflemancy #komahina tw #not sfw tw #not sfw mention #nsft tw #nsft mention #hajime hinata kin #izuru kamukura fictive #izuru kamukura kin #nagito komaeda kin #mod toko

[dangandisiacs]

“sickly sweet.” nagito komaeda + reader

cw: emetophobia, gender neutral reader, sick fic

a/n this isn’t fetish i swear :p also i’m not right in the head - sort of long? kinda gross lolz. this is depraved as hell.

- mod phenomena

The past few days had been difficult. Nagito had caught a bad case of the flu. (no matter how many times he assured you he could take perfect care of himself, you stayed anyway.) Whatever he had, you had too. Miraculously, you hadn't come down with a single sniffle. Disregarding the concerns of something more serious, he seemed to be perfectly honest.

The bedside table you shared was littered with all sorts of pharmaceutical paraphernalia. (anything but the casual KY lubricant that had been pushed to the side.) "You don't have to do that." Nagito's raw voice pitied you from your side. "I don't have to." You reasoned, tilting your head to meet your poor love. His chapped lips quivered open to speak, but you were quick to interrupt. "I want to." You smiled. (not taking any of his words too seriously.) You scooted in closer, residing just by him on the bed. Your thigh would rub against his clothed hip, unknowingly teasing him with what he had been deprived of. (only a few days?! that was far too long. even the sight of your pretty face was enough to make him worse.) Your movements were careful and slow. You hadn't rushed a thing. You put tender care into everything you were doing.

You pressed the wet cloth you had recently ringed out against his cheek, carefully patting off any of that sticky sweat. "A fever you can't sweat out, huh?" You frowned, bringing it up to his forehead. Nagito lifted his wrist to feel for your fingers, pressing it against yours.

(a soft hum from him when feeling your warm skin. the only thing separating your pretty hands from his forehead was something that would actually make him feel better.) "Why don't you leave me here? .. I'd certainly die happy. Intensely happy." He worked himself up, using whatever voice he had left to tell you that. He feebly sat up more in an attempt to continue this delirious nonsense. (it was sweet.)

"Nagito, You don't mean that." You poorly hid your smile, pulling the cloth from his forehead. It was hard to discern what was cool water and what was warm sweat. (leaving stray hairs to stick to the washed-out skin. he looked terribly feverish. but still pretty to you..) "I wouldn't lie to you. I'd be so happy to die this way ... at your hand.." He continued, wheezing out a raspy laugh. "At your care .. Out of the pure kindness within you. You pity me.." His voice softened at the end of that sentence.

"No. I don't pity you, Nagito." You assured, focusing on the thermometer you had sifted out from the bedside table. "You do pity me. You only do this with me because you look down on me. " He craned his sore neck down, groggily leaning against your arm. You patted his bare back, rubbing the palm of your hand against the sweat-drenched skin. Indefinitely burning hot. (hadn't you gotten used to this?) "I'm ruining this .. This could be the last time we ever speak?!" He leaned off of you with pure devastation striking his sickly being. (each time he sat up, he felt so nauseous! but speaking to you was more important.)

"It's not .. " You let out a hitched breath, running your fingers up his spine. (a pathetic groan from him. (rejection of your words? he was putty in your hands every time you touched him. that was nothing new.) “Sweet - You're gonna make yourself sick." You pressed your free hand to his chest, gently pushing his back to the properly set up pillows. "Hahah.. y/n is so nice to me." He giggled to himself. Though he did comply with you. He took in deep breaths, glancing down at the hand pressed against his warm chest. You didn't need a thermometer to know the extent of his fever. (healthy or not, he was like that.)

Nagito spoke your name in low words, reaching for your wrist. "You're so good to me." He bit down on his lower lip, peeling at the chapped skin. "You show me what it's like to feel cared about." He uttered, taking hold of your wrist. Enough to press his thumb against it. Enough to feel that pulse of yours. The blood coursing through your arteries. "I love you - love you so much." He paused the chewing of his lip, bringing your hand up to his face. Very warm. "I love you too Nagito." Your smile was weary. "But, you're burning up.." You were concerned, hastily pressing your palm down. (just as he had.) Weary eyes met yours and narrowed with his proclamations. (it isn't like you didn't know he loved you. he was only speaking it into existence once more. even if he wasn't feeling all that right.) "I love you dearly, I love you so, so-so much- with everything that's left of me.." He nodded, leaning against your palm, rubbing it against his cheek. It felt very nice.

"It's alright .. I love you too." You gave into his desperation, rubbing your thumb against his face. (the best you could, with his attempts to feel your palm as close as he could to his blotchy red complexion.) "I could die," Nagito sniffled hard and let out an exhausted breath. "I could die right now in this very bedroom, and I'd be luckier than I've ever been in my entire life," He hummed, uncomfortably shifting his weight before you. Rubbing. Rubbing your hand against his face. His stomach was aching. But not from the flu.

"Nagito," You glanced down to the thermometer in your hand, (which was now prodding his temple. It wasn't like he minded.) "Can you let me take your temperature?" You asked of him. "I'm sorry-" He pouted like a near child. Nonetheless, his trembling fingers released yours. "Thank you." You scooted back a little and rested a hand on his thigh. (you could feel the sting of sickly sweat from beneath the fabric of his boxers.) Even if he was feverish out of his mind, it was warming to hear. Or concerning.

He was very obedient. Blinking tear-glossed eyes right before your own steady gaze. Your hand on his thigh was so cold (compared to his skin,) and all he wanted was for you to just touch him. "Can you open your mouth for me?" You asked, teasing the stick of the thermometer before it. Those words gathered a twitch of his leg under your hand (and a twitch of cock. uncomfortably feigning friction against his boxers. at this rate, he could puke on you right now. let alone fuck you. your pretty fingers were burning right into his skin. why was this coming onto him so suddenly? it wasn't very hard to fornicate Nagito up like that.)

You didn't know his complexion could burn any warmer. No, this was his attempt at lending you his charisma. (teasing. badly.) "Oh-! You're so straightfowaa-h" You crammed the thermometer stick into his open mouth, interrupting whatever innuendo he was pulling on you. (usually, it was him begging you to open your mouth. what he would do to have the smothered cock of his inside your throat? squeezing around the lathered mucus and gags-) You tapped your finger against the end of the thermometer, eyeing down the digital numerals after each second. "Nagito, It seems the only way to keep you quiet is to fill your mouth up, isn't it?" You playfully teased, softly laughing at your own remark. (damn you!)

He didn't laugh. Instead, he only shifted his weight and leaned back further against the pillows propped up behind him. This was embarrassing. He had already pushed the covers off himself! This left only a pair of boxers on him in the cool bedroom. The amount of time waiting on that thermometer felt like hours. He wanted it to be over! He was growing nauseous just thinking of how disgusted he'd feel when desperately jerking himself off once you left the room. What made him feel even more guilty, was the fact that he wanted you to in this state.

What odd solace he found in the high-pitched beeping thermometer! You hummed, slowly drawing the stick out from his mouth. It was wet with saliva now, dribbling down his chin when you removed it. "Ah - Ah .. " You tutted, mindlessly wiping his mouth when checking the little screen. "Look at that." You turned the thermometer around for him to see it himself. "You poor thing." You frowned, glancing down to set the thermometer back to the cluttered bedside table. (to Nagito's dismay. it wasn't pleasant to see.) "Is there anything else I can get you? Do you want something to drink? Did you want to try a bath?" You asked, glancing back to meet his face. "No, No .. You don't need to do anything for me." He looked away from you. He was utterly ashamed of how badly he wanted you to touch him.

It really had been days since Nagito had stuffed you full of his cock. (or let alone, let you fuck him.) "Are you sure?" You questioned, absentmindedly rubbing your palm against his thigh when moving closer. He opened his mouth to speak, but that unwarranted friction only choked out a pleasured noise from him. "Forgive me-" He gasped, twitching in his bottoms. "Oh .. Naughty, naughty." You pressed your palm against his thigh, pushing the fabric of his bottoms up enough to feel his bare skin. "Do you want me to-?" You lowered your voice. (leaving the rest of your sentence to the wandering imagination.)

"Accommodate me," He swallowed mucus as he pulled himself up. "Ruin me. Please?" He asked of you. Desperate for your touch. (he felt so warm - and heavy - and most of all nauseous. the stirring below his waist was killing him.) "You want me to make you feel better, Nagito?" You asked, rubbing your hand in towards his inner thigh. Oh, god. Rubbing. That's all he needed! But more! Not there!

He let out a half-pleasured, half-frustrated sound, grasping at the waistband of his boxers. Yes! His stomach was in knots mixed with debauched pins and needles. He desperately tugged down his boxers. His breaths were shallow and hitched. "Please, Please-" His thighs trembled, (excited to a pathetic extent.) resisting the urge to handle his aching on his own if you wouldn't in time. “Nagito," You said his name in an airy breath, sweet and playful, rubbing those fingers of yours between his thighs. The sight of his stiffened length before you was nothing new. Desperate for some sort of friction. A pitiful groan, his hips trembled as you inched in closer to his cock. "How pretty." You smiled delightfully, lifting your fingers inches before his twitching sex. What pretty pre-cum that had drooled and tainted his boxers seconds before. "Compliments? You're so nice -" He laughed, grasping at the sheet beside him. They say to relax when you're ill. He was not relaxed in the slightest. He was tense. So painfully wound up.

You took note of his pathetic expression. He was anxiously awaiting your next move. Sweat ran down his temples, leaving an ill look on such a blotchy face. It wouldn't be long until he was whining about how good you really were to him.

With a quick salvia-drenched suckle of your fingers, you ran your fingers down his sore cock. Pressing down with every pulse you felt. "You're so good to me .. Nnmn-" He was in awe when staring at your precious fingers. Once they began properly stroking his cock, each pump squeezed out a wheezing whimper from him. "So kind. So generous-" He hissed at the 's'. You really were generous! You squeezed him with every hard pump. You were giving him exactly what he needed. His hips trembled, squirming like he had never felt the touch of another person before. He reeked a certain musk with every buck of the hips against your wrist. Something from lacking a bath. Something that always mesmerized you.

Your saliva left every stroke to be sickly smooth and slick with twitching throbs. Which you'd feel with each movement against the slit of his cock. (as well as his trembling body.)"Nagito, Stay still-" You pressed against his hips with your free hand. Your fingers spread out, rubbing up his stomach with each desperate rock of his hips against your hand. (with every pant and beg you heard) "I can't help it! I don't deserve it. I know-" His chest rose up and down with each self-deprecating rambling of words that had lost their meaning.

Your eyes watched him steadily. Never once leaving his pretty face. Even when he'd press his aching head against the headboard and quickly squeeze his tear-tinged eyes closed. "You're amazing. So good to me! Mnmm-" He hummed out, half-lidded eyes meeting yours. It wasn't hard to be in absolute amazement when watching your fingers get him off. You stared back at him, noticing how pale he was. (more than usual.) "Nagito? Are you okay?" You paused for a second, (still feeling the throbbing beneath your fingers.) He let out a dissatisfied noise, squeezing his eyes open and shut in confusion and disappointment.) "Huh?"

"You're so funny. I-I've never felt better." He nodded, keeping his focus on you. (once more.) His voice still sounded coarse and out of breath. His face was still drained of colour. In all honesty, he was nauseated beyond belief. This was when you should've stopped. Taken a breather? He wasn't very rational on occasion. Maybe in his right mind, he would've stopped you. But everything felt so good! The tightly wound knots in his stomach felt so close to coming undone. So close to allowing himself that much-needed, (filthy.) release. It was terrible. He was terrible.

The burning in his throat and the debilitating nausea were too much! Just enough to get sick. Warm, sticky vomit spilled from his quivering mouth without proper warning.

Tainting down his chest to his stomach. How unlucky must you be to be in this situation? "Oh-! Nagito-" You completely paused. (ready to grab a towel and help him clean up!) "No-!" He took in a deep breath, uncontrollably pulsating before your fingers. "I'm begging you - " He ignored the vomit pooling against his now barren stomach. This was a revolving mess. He was even worse for wanting this so badly. "Let me have this. I need it horribly.." His breath trembled just as his hips were.

Nagito's desperate whining was excruciating to refuse. Near impossible. (plus, you loved making him feel good.) You found yourself falling victim to his humiliating state. You bit down on your lip and squeezed his cock, feeling the throbs that fell in tune with his whimpering. A sultry gasp of your name! "I'm so terrible-I .. I can't -" He leaned his head back against the pillows with a debauched huff. Sure, he had gotten sick on himself, but the sickly sweet pulsing of his cock beneath your fingers was far too tantalizing.

The pathetic movements of his hips and smooth, slick pumps against his cock were enough to squeeze hard throbs from him. "Defile you-Nmn-Violate .." He choked out degradations, fighting this dizzy feeling.

Each time he leaned back, you'd thoroughly admire his collarbones drenched with sweat. As well as the sick that had tainted his chest and stomach. (He smelt musky already.) Even if he was so gross at that moment, you'd love to put your mouth anywhere he wanted. "I can't - I can't take it -" He wheezed, (fearful he may be asthmatic and die like this?! he wouldn't mind.) desperately gasping for air as the release of filthy pleasure truly violated your fingers, making an absolute mess. Horribly.

"..Hah - Nagito .. So much .." You teased, squeezing his cock once last time before lifting your fingers from his pulsing sex. A filthy mix of salvia and cum coated your fingers when spreading them out. (thankfully, he hadn't puked on his cock.) "I hope I made you feel good." You nonchalantly pushed your fingers past your lips. It wasn't like he could properly reply to that. You switched your interest back to the so-assumed masochist before you.

His deathly tight grip on the sheets released, filling the room with heavy breaths and remaining noises of absolutely reached pleasure. "I was wondering if this was the last time you'd do this to me .." He sounded genuinely concerned. "How about when you're feeling better." You smiled, giving his wet mouth a soft press of yours. "Gross." You whispered. "Uh huh .. I'll draw a bath." You bit his lip when drawing away, tasting whatever was burning in his mouth. The only thing keeping him from mercifully apologizing was the sheer loss of words. Gross. That was the world. Or good. Sickly sweet, wasn't it?

#nagito komaeda x reader #komaeda nagito #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader #danganronpa v2 goodbye despair #super danganronpa goodbye despair #sdr2 x reader #komaeda nagito x reader #writing blog #nsft #fanfic #feed the deprived

[austajunk]

Komanami with 49 and 28 prebby pls OvO

Well! Glad I finished this on Chiaki Nanami day. XD

Let's say that Nagito and Chiaki get a moment alone as they explore Strawberry House together. And Hajime isn't too far behind...

Triggers: Begging/Pleading, Dubious Consent, Voyeurism and Handjobs

“Nanami-san, does it feel good…when I touch you like this?”

Against the neon red and pink walls of the Strawberry House, Nagito had Chiaki pinned. Or at least, from Hajime's perspective, she appeared to be trapped against Nagito's slender frame as he brushed his fingers gently up her waist. It looked like she couldn't get away, but Chiaki knew that all it would take would be a shove to push the Ultimate Luckster off of her.

But she wouldn't. Hajime, who had caught them just before turning the corner, couldn't understand why she wouldn't just push Nagito away. What did he want with her? And… why would Chiaki let him touch her?

“Komaeda-kun…” Chiaki uttered, her gaze holding those green eyes. Nagito let his hands explore her body. From fidgeting with the bow on her collar to sweeping his fingers between her inner thighs to part them, he touched her openly. It almost seemed like he was studying her rather than toying with her. There was no deception in his eyes, no cruelty to be shown as he peered down at her.

“I just need to know… what do I need to do?” Nagito asked her. His face held that kind smile, the one that threw Hajime off every time he saw it. He could see Chiaki stiffen against Nagito's chest. “I just want to keep you shining brightly. You'll stay true, won't you? True to us and true to Hope?”

Swallowing, Hajime immediately tried to wonder what Nagito was getting at. Did he… think Chiaki Nanami was the traitor in their midst?

Chiaki shook her head. As his fingers moved across her body, her eyes tried to keep up. But Nagito's words kept her glued to him no matter where she wanted to look. She couldn't tune him out. Not when he was so close to her that his breath caressed her neck.

“I'm not interested in that,” she said quietly. “I don't care about Hope.”

Hajime held his breath, peeking behind the corner. What the hell was he doing? He had come across this and he should be stopping it. But every time he tried to move, his legs wouldn't carry him an inch forward. He gripped the strange walls of the Strawberry House, watching Nagito shadow Chiaki like a bemused predator.

Rejected, Nagito lowered his head. But he kept his smile. “Ah… I understand. You don't want to talk about it…but I can show you what a difference you truly make to all of us, Nanami-san…” He gave a feverish sigh, nudging his knee between Chiaki's legs. He parted her, but focused on removing the buckle to his own pants. Once they lowered, he slipped a hardening cock through his boxers, letting it feel the warmth of Chiaki's skin.

“Mh…” Chiaki had no place to run. Her eyes lifted and a shudder ran through her form. But Nagito didn't dare to go any further.

“I know my body is worthless,” he told her, his voice taking a pleading tone. “But… you can use it all you want to pleasure yourself. Treat me however you please. Touch me and satisfy your curiosity, Nanami-san.”

As Hajime watched, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. A lump formed so tightly in his throat. He wanted to call out to them to stop this…. But somehow, he remained locked in place, as fixated on the eight inches of cock sliding between Chiaki's open legs as Chiaki was.

“You…want me to touch you?” The gamer asked him. Aside from the light quivers of her small body, Hajime couldn't read her expression too well. How could Nagito seem to be so sure of himself? How could he offer himself up like that like it was nothing? He eased his cock between her legs like it was nothing, as though she and Nagito were the only two people in the entire world.

Nagito nodded patiently. “Please touch me, Nanami-san. Don't think of betraying us…” With his voice going lower, he pressed deeper and made Chiaki groan for him. “I can make you feel good. You can use me as your stepping stone-! Just… Just take advantage…”

“I… I don't want to,” said Chiaki, her cheeks flushing. Her lips parted, releasing a hungrier gasp than Hajime thought she could be capable of.

“I'll keep begging. Don't leave us. I won't let you leave, Nanami-san… not when you shine so very brightly for the rest of us….” Refusing to wait any longer, Nagito guided Chiaki's right palm to rest on his cock.

“Komaeda-kun-! This…” Chiaki winced. Her breathing was shallow. But she didn't pull away. Her hand slowly stroked Nagito's cock, running her fingers along his length until his hushed noises joined in.

“That's it, Nanami-san… please take what you want from me… as long as you know you aren't alone. As long as you'll stay with us…”

As she caressed and stroked his cock, Nagito's dull eyes gained a slight gleam. He curled against Chiaki, rolling his hips to give her more access to his shaft. Chiaki seemed intrigued by his movements against her, his devoted touches and pleas for her to continue. Her soft skin became slick from his arousal as her thumb affectionately slid beneath his shaft. Nagito closed his eyes and accepted her, encouraging her by pumping eagerly between her skilled digits. Their faces grew hotter together, their movements increasing with one another.

Hajime couldn't bear to look away from them. He wanted to say something so badly, to catch their attention and stop them, but their motions had captured him completely. Chiaki was beautiful with her breath hitching, her intrigued stare down at Nagito’s shaft.

Nagito, in turn, leaned into the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of worshiping kisses across her flesh. He wouldn't touch her back. That wasn't his place…. Not until she begged for him. When she would, he would let go of his restraint and give into his hunger to please her. He didn't deserve to be touched by her and yet, Chiaki was so kind as to waste her time with his body.

Oh… how he adored her. A sweet embodiment of Hope. How he wanted to give her anything…. He would beg against her ear.

“Nanami-san, I'm going to…hnhh…I'm going to…” The thick pulse in between Chiaki's hands told her everything she needed to know.

His hips slowed but Chiaki wouldn't stop. Indeed, her strokes glided across his cock in a quicker motion, aiming to help him build to a wonderful release. Nagito's breath climbed with hers, the dizzying sensation pooling in his loins until he lost himself. The fuzzy pleasure took over his senses as he spilled two shots of thick, white cum into her pale hands. A leftover spurt of cum shot across Chiaki's skirt as he panted, stumbling against the neon walls to steady himself.

“...That's a little gross, Komaeda-kun,” said Chiaki, though her cheeks lost none of their color.

“Ah… that's a shame,” said Nagito, hiding a small grin as he leaned over her. “I was hoping… you would beg me now…” He tilted his head, narrowing his green eyes at the corner Hajime was hiding in.

“Nanami-san… we may want to clean up. I don't want to alarm you, but I think Hinata-kun may be a little lost over there…”

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #komanami #hajime hinata #komahinanami #thanks for the ask! #nsft prompt #writing prompts

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

komaeda's a switch but in my heart n headcanon he is a w <3

Komaeda's a switch but he's like 90% dom and I love that for him, sometime you just gotta suck dick, sometimes you gotta make hajime tie you up and then deny him as he pleasures you for an hour straight until he begs, that's just how life is!

#goodbye despair #komahina #nagito komaeda #is this too nsft? i cant tell #nsft

[pienhime]

welcome to pienhime's blog ૮꒰ ྀི ◞ ˕ ◟ ꒱ა

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About me:

*. - Likes: wotakatsu, yamikawaii, yumekawaii, monster energy, weed, vtubers, plushies, liz lisa, ryousangata wota culture, menhera art, nso, shoujo manga, jpop, jrap, anime, girly kei

*.- Dislikes: having labels pushed on me, love, block evading, ableism and sanism, people trying to sanitize landmine kei by pretending its a fashion

* - More info: diagnosed borderline & autistic, jfash vet, nonbinary, spiritual kinnie, age regressor, profic, in ED recovery

content warnings oshis and kinlist below cut

💉this blog will contain vents about abuse trauma, nsfw, sh, ed, dysmorphia, dissociation, maladaptive daydreaming, intrusive thoughts, agoraphobia, and bpd episodes

💉this blog will never post irl sh or gore. ill never post my calories untagged even if i relapse into active anorexia. i might talk about cm measurements and my weight. my vents might get graphic. people who try to gatekeep the experience of bodyshaming or being "allowed" to be in the bodiposi community for any reason should stay away from me and see a psychiatrist.

💉ill reblog and maybe post artistic depictions of self harm, abuse, unhealthy dynamics, drug use, suicide, and violence, they will be trigger tagged as often as i can remember to tag them

💉i dont call myself landmine kei outside tumblr/where id be showing off my appearance even though i wear yamikawa styles and have problems with bpd and self harm because that term has always been about ILLNESS and BEHAVIORS, so posting myself to those tags would contribute to the whole jirai = fashion thing. im not going to use it in ways that would get me attention/likes for my appearance bc its not mine to "reclaim" (not like thats whats happening in japan either lol). i will sometimes tag jirai tags for non-fashion for reach and to find more mine/pien kei girls. i call myself pien kei because "pien" as a term originates with menhera girls and the feeling and the "pein kei archetype) are super relatable. i call myself menhera because i identify with the original meaning and like the art- im not using it derogatorily (but that meaning fits me too). again idc what u call urself as long as u dont push the label on others or lie about/try to change what it means!

💉ill post erokawa, SA survivor vents, nsft vents, and some fucked up fantasies but nothing irl. THESE WILL ALWAYS BE TAGGED. none of my shit is meant to condone getting worse, but if you think talking about getting worse or self destruction or artistic expression is anti-recovery thats on u boo

KINLIST:

💜pchan from nso

💜riamu yumemi from im@s

💜stocking from paswg

💜yohane from love live

💜sayori from ddlc

💜sayaka miki from madoka magica

💜yumekawachan from wristcut warriors

💜nijimin from magical girl site

💜harley quinn

💜opantsu-usagi

💜nagito komaeda

💜niito nemuko from neeko wa tsurai yo

💜fischl from genshin

💜denki kaminari from bnha

OSHIS:

🎀kasane teto

🎀vesper noir

🎀 randon neuring

🎀hajime hinata

🎀rin penrose

🎀kangel

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[vulpix-alola]

Finally an actual intro post

Names: Sean/Nepeta/kin names

Pronouns: they/them as well as no pronouns, co/cos, and ne/neps

Kinlist: Nepeta, Konoha (kagepro), Touma Akechi, Ayano Tateyama, Nagito Komaeda

Adult

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~~~ Warnings: any nsfw memes are tagged #nsft. #unreality is also tagged, ask to tag

For the love of god no LGBTQ discourse

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(Source: Bulbagarden Archives)

#will edit as needed #I'd make it fancy but accessibility is more important #my stuff

[sweetery-ko]

may i request nagito w an insecure plus size s/o general nsfw hcs? they/them pronouns work, ty!! :D

Sure!! Just to let you guys know that it's actually perfectly normal for you to have some chubs! Those "perfectly skinny" dream body types are usually underweight so as long as you don't go over the health risk line, your chubs are normal and beautiful! <3

Wonderful sprite edit by u/MidDinos on Reddit!

CW: Nagito Komaeda, NSFW so keep scrolling kiddos!, very minor bullying mention, reader's body parts are ambiguous, the NSFW parts are actually not that much but it's still there, praise k/nk, body worshiping, licking, mention of asphyxiation, top Nagito (I guess? He's in charge in making you happy so that counts), very wholesome actually like wow ♡

(NSFW) Nagito with an insecure plus size S/O

He's really sad that you feel such way about your body, he thinks it's very beautiful in every single way!

He would hold your body very close to his, especially after sex and if the position you guys are doing makes you both come close in physical contact. He would send you the sweetest reassurance smiles to you everytime he gets the chance.

He would do his very best for you to feel like a god/dess and forget that you even had insecurities about your body with his words. His choices of compliments are very suitable to your comfort and his touches are so soft and angelic.

He would kiss every body part but there's gonna be special treatment for the parts you're the most insecure. You feel down about your tummy? He would do ittle rubs and nuzzle them. You think your thighs are hideous? Kisses and love bites are gonna be there, he really likes thighs so this benefits him also!

If anyone makes fun of you for your weight and you get stressed about it, he would do anything to calm you down and if sex is one of the stress relievers, he would happily oblige. He loves seeing your magnificent body and bonus points as he's the only person that can see true beauty.

If you have stretch marks, he would caress them by following the lines and even sometimes, licking them. You might think it's weird but it's his own unique way of affection, he'll stop if you ask him to, he'll be a bit sad but who cares about his feelings, right? (No.)

If you want to ride him but you feel insecure because you might crush him or something, he'll immediately turn those thoughts down and pats his lap for you to start the real deal happily.

Ok, he might regret it just a tiny bit because he's very underweight to the point you can see some bones and you're heavier than him but the uncomfortableness will quickly fade away by pleasure if you decide to move faster.

He's usually serious during sex but of course so he can be goofy too if you're comfortable with it. Sometimes he would (lovingly) play with your rolls when the session is more like lighthearted.

He loves the sounds of of his and your skin slapping against each other, also the way your body moves every time your movements make rhythm is so pleasing to his eyes, he couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction. This of course lead him to ramble on genuine sweet nonsense about how hopeful your body is and how it makes him feel.

PLEASE, sit on his face, he begs for it. He would rather see a face full of your ass and genitalia than anything in the world right now. Though i deeply recommend you to check up on him as he doesn’t mind chocking himself.

In the end, most of your sessions will end up making you feel at least a bit better about yourself and he is more than glad to make you feel happier, even if it means you have to do sex everyday. <3

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