#denji x fem!reader

[ereminsdiary]

pairing: denji x fem!reader

warnings: oral (male receiving)

w/c: 931

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i’m so HAHAHIDKEKFKEkfj

denji has been on my mind nonstop. i know i could treat him so well, i just need one chance. i am in love with him, ur honor

it started with power teasing him about being a virgin which he quickly denied because according to him he’s ‘actually been with a lot of women.’ you knew this was a lie, denji isn’t a good liar.

when aki and power decided to call it a night and headed to their separate rooms you were quick to make your way to denji’s side of the couch, placing yourself so your breasts were pressed against his arm before offering your services to denji. and who was he to refuse? a beautiful girl offering to give him head for the first time—he’s sure he’s died and went to heaven.

there was an excitement rumbling in his chest, he didn't know what he did to deserve to be put in this situation but he wasn't about to complain. the sight of you sitting prettily on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes had an uncomfortable bulge growing in his pants. his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

it wasn't hard to figure out he was attracted to you—he didn't try very hard to hide it; clinging to your every word, following you around like a lost puppy, doing any and everything you asked of him no matter how ridiculous. it made aki roll his eyes and power teased him over it any chance she got but you found his efforts to woo you so cute.

your hands worked their way up to his belt slowly, rubbing his thighs and brushing against his bulge. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his hands gripping the cushions like a lifeline. you bit your lip at his size when you finally worked his jeans far enough down to pull him out. he was on the thicker side, veiny, there was a slight curve upward and a perfect mushroom tip. dribbles of pre already coated the head of his cock.

your thumb swiped across his slit, collecting the few droplets on your thumb and bringing it up to your mouth. you made eye contact with denji when you sucked off the juices, swirling your tongue around making sure to get it all. moaning in satisfaction and whispering to him how good he tastes. a groan left denji's mouth at the sight, he could have cum right then.

your hand is back on his cock, giving slow pumps until he's bucking his hips up impatiently begging you to go faster, to please put him in your mouth. and how could you say no when he asks so sweetly?

he's a whimpering mess when you bring your mouth down to his length. he doesn't know what to do with his hands, they're fumbling for a place to rest. he desperately wants to shove your head down on his dick and fuck your face until you're a gagging, drooling mess, cum overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin.

he's stuffing his fingers in his mouth to muffle his moans that'd be loud enough to wake the neighbors when you sink his length further into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

denji was fascinated with the way you swallow him entirely, feeling your throat constrict around him, tears pricking your eyes but you refuse to let up until you’re gagging and there’s nothing left for you to swallow. he couldn't look away despite the urge to throw his head back and close his eyes, basking in the feeling of your warm cavern.

a litany of curse words flowed out his mouth when your nose grazed his trimmed pubic hair, never once breaking the eye contact you held with him. he's mumbling nonsense, unable to grasp at a single coherent thought. the jumble of words leaving his mouth are a mix of pleas for you to let him cum and telling you how good your mouth feels on him, he doesn't think he'll be able to last much longer.

it makes your heart flutter knowing you're the one who's brought him to this state; whimpering and crying, thighs shaking under your hands as you stroke your nails up and down adding to the pleasure.

denji thinks he can get used to this. he wants to get used to this: the sight of you on your knees between his legs, sucking his cock, one hand kneading at his balls. he wants to bury his head between your thighs, tasting you. denji imagines you’d be as sweet as candy. he wants to stuff your cunt full of his cock, have his cum leaking from your slit. the mental image alone is enough to make him bust.

your tongue is slick against the underside of his length when you start to bring him back out, flicking at his slit before he's back in your throat again and by now tears are leaking out onto his cheeks and you can hardly make out the words slipping through his lips.

he's begging to cum, in your mouth or on your face, he doesn't care he just wants you to make him cum. denji's head is thrown back and he's moaning your name when spurts of his load are leaking down your throat, filling your mouth. you swallow it all eagerly, scooping up what leaked down your chin and bringing your fingers to his mouth ordering him to suck, to taste himself.

when you’re back on your feet, leaning over him to give him a sweet kiss on the lips you promise to let him fuck your cunt next time.

#so obsessed with the idea of corrupting inexperienced denji #like i KNOW he’d be so whiny and LOUDDDD #there’s no stopping the noises he makes from escaping #my 🐱 throbs just thinking about him #chainsaw man #denji x reader #denji x fem!reader #denji smut #csm denji #denji packs #chainsaw man denji #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x fem!reader #chainsaw man thirsts #denji x you #csm denji x reader #fanfic #denji fic #denji fanfic

[satoruoo]

.✦°. • BF DENJI TEXTS & TWEETS

warnings: swearing, suggestive, f!reader, manga spoilers (little surprise for @riaki on slide 9 🤗🤗)

#♡. viastexts #csm #csm x y/n #csm x reader #csm x you #csm smau #chainsaw man smau #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x you #denji x fem reader #denji x reader #denji x you #denji x y/n

[animeficsworld]

One and Only

Denji x Reader

Summary: In which Denji and you are a couple.

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Denji's heart was surely going to explode.

He had a girl in his room!

And not only that!

He had his OWN girlfriend in his room!

Denji didn't know what to do, he was sweating.

And yet, there you were, ever so calm, watching TV while eating chips.

Denji was having an entire existential crisis and you were watching some drama on TV.

"D-d-d-d-do you want to eat something maybe?" he ended up asking and just as he asked, he regretted it. He barely knew how to cook... Shit.

"Oh! We can cook together." you offered.

You are an angel.

He nearly cried.

Thankfully his fridge was somewhat full.

He watched as you stirred everything in the pan. It was almost ready.

Denji walked over to you and you hugged you, pulling you back close to him, he heard you softly laugh.

Denji felt so happy and full at that moment.

He was so amazed to have you as his girlfriend, and now you were cooking for him? He felt like his heart was about to explode.

And then, his hand began to roam.

His right hand found its way to your boob.

Not like you weren't expecting it. Knowing him and his obsession with boobs, especially your boobs.

And you really didn't mind. Being so anxious about your body, so it was good to have someone worship you.

Denji had very soft and gentle hands. Considering what he could turn into, he is a very nice person who you very much enjoy spending time with. 

And he was treating you well, very well indeed.

You were convinced he would be your first and only boyfriend. Even with his antics, you loved him.

And he loved you.

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[yuitoru]

i got my nails done today and a denji thought popped up in my mind

jealous!denji watching you get your nails done by a male tech, a small frown on his pretty face. his glare was fixated on where yours and the tech's hands met, and how he was holding your hand. denji was huffing and puffing from where he stood behind you, his own hand holding onto the collar of your shirt like a lost child. he stood like that throughout the entire appointment, the pout never leaving his lips. once you were finally done, however, denji wasted no time dragging you out of the salon, after you had paid, obviously - the pout was still evident on his face.

"whats wrong, denji? youve been huffy since i sat down in there!"

you questioned, pulling your freshly manicured hand out of his larger one. denji only gave you a small scoff before staring down at his shoes, before mumbling in a tiny, quiet voice.

"dont like other guys touchin' you ... im your boyfriend, not them.."

it took a moment to register in your head, when you realised that denji was jealous of your nail tech. a small giggle escaped your lips, as you cupped denji's frowning face with your hands, gently raking your nails down his cheekbones.

"you jealous, baby?"

you cooed, grinning at him. he only stared back at you, sighing as he leaned his weight into your hands.

"im always gonna be jealous, youre too pretty yknow.."

#of course its yunji inspired #csm #chainsaw man #csm x reader #csm x you #csm x y/n #csm x fem reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #denji x reader #denji #denji csm #csm denji #csm denji x reader #denji csm x reader #denji hayakawa #chainsaw man denji

[yuuuhiii]

Denji is stupid.

It’s not debatable but rather just known. He knows it too.

Despite that, he tries so so hard in your relationship that it leaves you into a soft mushy mess.

He’s always doing everything he can to make you happy even if it’s a stupid way. God he’d even try cooking your favorite dish, which we all know how that turned out.

And he was so so upset, telling you he knew he didn’t have enough money to buy you your favorite takeout.

On many occasions he lays in your arms. Even though this was his dream, all he wanted. He feels so undeserving of it.

“Y’know you deserve better right? Dunno why yer with me.” He’d mumble into your shirt, drawing circles over your stomach.

“Even though you deserve the whole fuckin world, I don’t want you to leave me.”

Maybe it’s a little stupid to him, since he never cries but he does. He tears up at the thought of you leaving him.

He honestly doesn’t think he could let another good thing, good person, like you leave his life. So many people come and go and he’ll never understand why they just can’t stay.

However you reassure him that you will, no matter what. He tells himself he shouldn’t believe you, that he shouldn’t get so attached, but your words feel different, you’re different.

You’re the stability he needs in his life. Maybe Denji doesn’t get the whole gist of what a relationship is or little alone love. Yet he knows he felt something special for you when he knew he didn’t wanna be with you just for your body.

Maybe it’s a little fucked up but he sure as hell wasn’t thinking with his dick anymore. He wanted , craved and needed your love.

What you made him feel, he couldn’t even put in to words he just knew that he never wanted to go away.

Denji loves in a weird way, because he was never shown properly. He’s terrible at compliments. He’s usually just very blunt and maybe a little awkward. But he makes it all up with his creative date ideas.

Even though it’s more on the budget you never cared. You bet your ass he’s breaking his back to earn every single penny to at least pay for your food or satisfy you.

He wants to kiss you so bad when you offer to pay for his food since he paid for yours. He’s not used to being pampered or coddled.

Cuddling with you anytime or anywhere is his Roman Empire. He loves your kisses too, he gets so needy and loves your lips so much they always turn into makeout sessions. However it usually ends with him a flushing mess with his face shoved in your neck. Mumbling to you that he isn’t ready to go any further.

You loved that even if he wasn’t so good with his words, he’d always find a way to speak his mind. He’s so used to being taken advantage of and well, used, that you’ve had to encourage him many times to put in his thoughts or give his thoughts on anything.

You make him feel so heard and so validated it makes him cry. Unbeknownst to you, when you’re soundly asleep, one of the rare times that he’s holding you.

He sobs with you in his arms because he truly can’t believe you’ve chosen him. This broken dumb boy to love and cherish.

All of it is always to overwhelming for him but he loves it all.

He loves you.

Denji is stupid.

But his big and good heart makes up for it all.

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[calypsocolada]

FOOLISH | denji

(this is part two! click here for part one)

synopsis: you get a little jealous... authors note: hi! this part two is approximately six months late. apologies. HOPE U ALL ENJOY cw: SMUT, nsfw, sinning and lots of it, edging, lots of making out in various places, aged up characters!, not proofread (sorry), female reader wc: 3.4k

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You weren’t jealous. You were fuming. You weren’t sure of Himeno’s age but you knew she was older than you. Meaning she was older than Denji. Sure you all were above the age of consent but still… What would she want from a younger man anyways? It was quite the age gap. These questions just suited to make you even angrier as you sighed heavily and audibly. She was all over the poor boy. The worst of it was he looked thoroughly entertained by her. He seemed thoroughly entertained by you just last week when he was begging for a kiss. 

“Y/n?” A voice to your left said. You about jumped out of your skin. 

“Hmm?” You intoned, sliding your eyes to the girl next to you. Kobeni, she looked nervous. Probably because you were still wearing the glare. 

“Everything okay?” She asked, her eyes following where yours were glued for so long. You felt embarrassed and covered it with a practiced smile, nodding your head.

“Yeah… why?” You asked, knowing she would be the last person to call you out. 

“N-nothing…” She said, fiddling with her hair. You felt guilty for making things awkward. “Do you… have a thing for Denji?” You couldn’t have guessed that would be coming out of Kobeni’s mouth so the utter surprise that was fixed to your face was something you couldn’t hide or smoothe over.

“W-what?” You questioned, lips parted. Kobeni leaned on her hand slightly, lowering her voice.

“Do you have a thing for-”

“I heard you.” You snapped, keeping your voice low. You sighed, looking back over towards Denji and Himeno. Your eyes met his for a moment and you looked away quickly, an aggravating blush creeping to your cheeks. “I could kill you.” You mutter, letting your head fall in your hands.

“Is that a yes?” Kobeni whispered. Your eyes snapped up to hers.

“No. That is not a ‘yes’!” You hissed in a hushed tone. Her lips zapped closed at that. “He’s-- he’s a devil. He’s immature and pushy and annoying. How could you ever think…” You trailed off, heated. 

“Okay… I’m sorry I asked. It’s just…. You were staring for a long time.”

“I… was lost in thought. It had nothing to do with… them.” You said, the last word coming out a bit begrudgingly.

“Oh…kay.” Kobeni says. “Well… I heard Himeno’s gonna try and sleep with him.” You flinched hard at her words, your stomach twisting uncomfortably in disgust.

“W-what?” You managed to force out. Kobeni leans close to you as though you two were sharing juicy gossip… which is pretty much what you were doing.

“She said he was cute… she liked how inexperienced he was.”

“That’s… predatory.” You say with a sharp look pointed towards Himeno. She was blushing, throwing her head back in laughter at something Denji said. Your gut twisted and you forcibly turned yourself back towards Kobeni.

“You didn’t hear it from me.” She winks, leaning back, sipping her drink. You were the jealous type, but you weren’t the type to act on these things. You sat back in your chair, looking over one last time, and when your eyes met Denji’s you looked away again and pushed up from the table. “You okay?” Kobeni asks as you give her a weak smile.

“Yeah… I just-- I’m tired, that's all. Gonna head home.” You say, Kobeni gives you a sort of pitying smile and nods her head. She knew and you didn’t care to justify yourself. You weave through the crowded restaurant, shouldering open the door into the cold drizzle of rain. It cools your heated cheeks. It feels good. So much better than that cramped restaurant. You head down the sidewalk and now that you're alone you feel sort of safe with letting your thoughts wander. Safe with letting the emotion of the night plague your features. 

Yes. 

Yes you were fucking jealous. As begrudged as you were to conclude that. You didn’t have much right to be jealous. You and Denji kissed twice and you ignored him for three days after that. You never let on that you liked him before that and definitely not after. You had no right to be jealous. But you were. It couldn’t be helped. Denji was… a lot of things. Things that you didn’t like. Immature for starters, he was foolish and knew not even the first thing about women. Feeling this way for someone like him was dangerous and surely detrimental to your own feelings. But still… You couldn’t help it. Because he was all those things but kind to you. He saved you. He makes you laugh, he’s annoyingly funny. He shares his food with you and follows you around like a lost puppy. He texts you stupid memes and picks you up matcha tea lattes everytime he goes somewhere without you. He begs you to read your books aloud to him if he’s in the same room as you and watches all your sappy romance movies without complaining. He gives you his favorite manga to read and gets very excited when you like the same characters he does. 

You stopped walking as the rain started to pick up, ducking under an overhand a few doors down from the restaurant. You leaned against the cold brick of the wall, watching the rain coming down in droves now. You thought about the kisses you two shared. How you’d never felt that way before. How after you closed the door between you two you couldn’t sleep that night. Just kept replaying that moment over and over, feeling the warmth of his hand slide around your hip and pull you close to him. It shocked you really. How you lost sleep over a kiss. It was frustrating. You felt like a silly little girl again.

“Y/n!” 

You had crushes when you were a teenager, not that they ever really amounted to anything. Nothing ever went your way with love. That was something so much like sand through your fingers. Hard to grasp and even harder to hold onto. You had no experience, of course you wouldn’t be picked over someone who had experience.

“Hey! Y/n! There you are!” You heard his voice seconds before Denji slammed into you with a bone crushing hug. You yelped as he swept you right off your feet. 

“Hey! W-what?” You gasped as Denji sat you back on your feet, his hands just above your hips. 

“I called your name like fifty times! You didn’t hear me?” He asked, his hand coming up without a warning to push your hair from your face. 

“I didn’t.” You deflected, a heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Kobeni told me you were sick.” Denji worried, his hand coming up to press against your forehead, sliding down to press against your cheek. He sucked in a breath. “You're cold.”

“It’s cold outside.” You smiled smally. “I’m fine. Just tired.” Denji pulls his jacket off even though you already have one on. “Denji… no you don’t have a jacket.” You protest but he’s already draping it over your shoulders. 

“Better?” He asks as you look up at him.

“You need a jacket.”

“Chainsaw man doesn’t need a jacket.” He jests, causing a small laugh to escape your lips. You watch in real time Denji looking at the smile on your lips and matching it. You feel butterflies in your stomach and look away before they can take flight.

“You can go back… I’ll be fine walking home.”

“No.” He says with a shake of his head.

“No?” You echo.

“I’m not letting a pretty lady walk home alone. Someone might take you.” 

“Someone?”

“Yes, someone. Someone with eyes.”

“Really specific.” You laugh. “I’m a devil hunter, no one’s taking me.”

“I don’t care. I’m coming home with you.”

“Wouldn’t you rather… go home with someone else?” You ask and feel foolish for asking, foolish for letting that stupid bout of jealousy to show. Denji cocks his head like a dog. 

“Someone else?” He asks and you almost tell him to forget it but your lips are moving before you can stop them.

“Himeno.” His eyes go to yours and for a moment you both just stare at each other. 

“Isn’t she like thirty? I’m not trying to go home with a cougar when I could go home with you.” He says and a startled laugh passes your lips.

“A c-cougar, Denji…” You shake your head laughing. 

“I might be an idiot but I am not dumb. No one could even comes fucking close to you, you know that right?”

“Shut up.” You blush, hiding your face slightly. Denji reaches up and gently catches your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face so he can look you in the eyes as he speaks. 

“I mean it. You are my top girl. The only girl for me.” His words have the utmost sincerity in them that you almost feel your knees go all wobbly. Your lips part. You try to recover, try to laugh it off and shake your head but he doubles down by moving into your space and grabbing both of your cheeks to press a kiss to your cold lips. It’s just a quick press, something to drive his words home to you. And when he goes to lean away from you, his lips parting in words about to be spoken you cut him off. Throwing your arms around the back of his neck, spinning him around and pressing him into the cold brick wall. 

“Oh…” Denji gasps against your lips, his hands sliding around your lower back. You press slightly frantic kisses to his lips, kisses you dreamed about, kisses that plagued your sleep. “I can’t-- believe your-” You kiss the side of his mouth, slowly trailing kisses down. Kissing his jawline, then under his jaw. He obediently raises his head giving you easier access to his neck. “Uhn… holy shit…” He practically pants out, his hand snaking down, palming your ass. You can’t help but laugh, breaking your concentration. “W-what?” He whimpers out of breath.

“You couldn’t help yourself could you?” You ask, his hand still on your ass. He can barely think about what you're talking about, you're standing so close, he can still feel your lips against his neck. Yeah… you’re not gonna be able to get a straight answer out of him for a bit. It makes you laugh even harder, this sort of calms his overheated brain, affording him a moment of reality.

“Oh… oh sorry… I should’ve asked.” He says and lets go. You shake your head.

“No… it’s… it’s fine.” You laugh warmly, sliding your hand under his jaw, thumb sliding over his cold cheek. “I just know… how badly you have wanted to touch a girl's ass.”

“Your ass.” He clarifies. “I have a list of things I want to touch, you draw me a map and I’ll follow it.” He says with the utmost seriousness. You find yourself blushing at that comment, realizing you two were still in public. The rain had stopped, you're not sure when and people were starting to walk around a bit.

“Okay, playboy, let’s cool off.” You laugh and watch as Denji’s face gets serious.

“Oh… I forgot you weren’t feeling good.” He intones softly, making you smile. 

“I feel fine.” You say and he perks up at that, sliding a hand around your waist, pulling you to him. 

“Then I want to kiss you some more.” He says and when he leans in you turn your face, his lips hit your cheek.

“Not… out here.” You say, blushing. Denji pulls back, nodding his head.

“At home?”

“Aki’s home.” You remind him and Denji lets his head fall against the wall, a whine escaping his lips.

“I could kill that ponytail freak.” He groans as you laugh, shaking your head, linking your hand with his and pulling him towards home. 

“That’s not very nice, Dennis.” You say and Denji’s lips part in mock disbelief at the nickname. 

“That’s messed up, baby.” He pouts, making you laugh even harder. He pulls you to him, draping his arm around your shoulders, fighting the bite of the cold away.

When you two get to the apartment building, Denji jogs to open the door for you, holding it open as you walk inside, giving him an amused smile. 

“So,” He starts, catching up with you as he starts walking up the stairs. “When do we start dating… or have we already?”

“What?” You sputter out, surprised. 

“You kissed me like you owned me and I want you to.” He explains making your entire body go red as you stop at the top of the stairs.

“Denji…” You start, unsure how to even phrase any other words after that last comment.

“Y/n… please don’t ignore me for a week again, I barely survived the last time.” He says as you look at him apologetically. 

“I’m sorry,” You sigh. “I was… figuring things out.” You explain and Denji nods his head. 

“Did you?” He asks and you look at him questioningly. “Figure things out?”

“I… against my better judgment… do like you.” You force yourself to say. Denji’s entire world flips on its axis, he goes pale for a second and you think he might actually pass out. You reach to steady him. “Denji,”

“I’m fine.” He bleats, clearing his throat. “You like me.” He echoes with a dreamy look in his eyes. They drift back to you after a moment. “So I belong to you?”

“No…” You say, not really liking the sound of that.

“No?”

“Denji, you're your own person.” You try to explain.

“Fuck that.” He waves off. “I want to belong to you. I don’t mind if you don’t want to belong to me.” He explains but then thinks better of his words. “Though the thought of someone else touching you makes me feel ill.” He cringed. You can’t help but laugh, he looks at you. He loves watching you laugh, especially when he’s the cause of it. He kisses you mid laugh, just wanting that smile pressed against his lips. You made a sound, somewhere between a surprised gasp and a content sigh. In the hallway alone there was a bit more privacy. He’s stood one stair below you so you have a few inches on him, his neck bent slightly up to kiss you, both hands sliding to pull you in by your cheeks and pull you impossibly closer. Your hands hold his wrists loosely. The kiss grows as he takes a step up, now towering over you as he slowly backs you up into the front door, pressing your back to it. Your right hand slides around the back of his neck, pulling just slightly at his hair. Your other hand wraps around his waist, resting there and pulling him in closer. Both his hands stay on your face, he’s kissing you with more ferocity than any of the other times. It’s almost like this is the last chance he’ll ever get, that he has one shot to really drive it home to you how badly he wants you. 

Suddenly the door behind you two opens and you stumble inside. Aki holds the doorknob, groggily wiping his eyes.

“Did you guys forget your keys?” He asks, unaware of what was just happening outside the door. 

“Yes!” “No.” You and Denji answer at the same time, Denji pouting at being interrupted again. Aki just mumbles something and heads back to bed, pushing the door shut, leaving you and Denji in the dimly lit hallway. Denji sighs, watching Aki go. 

“That guy is always interrupting.” He grumbles, making you crack a smile and a soft laugh.

“He’s not doing it on purpose.” You say and Denji just rolls his eyes, huffing. You gently grab Denji’s hand. “If you can be quiet, I’m sure we won’t be interrupted anymore.” You whisper, pulling him back towards your room. Denji almost tripped at your words, a violent blush spreading across his entire body. 

“Y-you can’t say stuff like that!” He whispers as you laugh softly. “You’ll get me excited.”

“That’s the point.” You say and when you push open your door Denji practically pounces on you. You catch and push your door shut at the last second as he’s walking you back to the bed. The backs of your knees hit and then you both fall back onto the covers. Denji pressed his weight against you, kissing you hard. His knee comes up just between your legs and pushes below your knee to part them. He was eager, very eager to crack you open, to touch every part of you and kiss you until you both couldn’t take it anymore. You rolled him over so you were on top. His hands slid down and rested on your hips. You grabbed one of his hands and guided to rest just on your ass. His cheeks went cherry red at that and you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. You lean down against him and feel his ragged breath fan across your lips.

“I could…” He breathes out. “I could die beneath you.” Your own cheeks blush.

“No need for that.” You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to either of his cheeks. “I’ll be gentle.” 

“Treat me however you want… You own me.” He whispers, his fingers flexing where they lay on your body. The feeling of the kiss and all the sensations made Denji feel so hot and flustered. The feeling of the intense passion and heat. It was something that made him feel so many emotions. The sensation of your tongue sliding against his, and the breath mingling against each other's, was enough to make him moan and whimper. "D...don't stop.." Denji's breath was still shaky, his blushing was still bright and he gulped. The heat was so intense and the feeling of your tongue mingling with his sent him over the top. Denji's body shuddered and trembled. You kissed him hard, your hips absentmindedly moving against his own heating and winding him up way past what he could handle. Denji's body jolted as the heat only built up more. Denji knew he was going to lose it soon... the kisses, the slight grinding and the intense lust... it was only building more and more. Denji gulped and his breathing hitched again, he was barely holding back the feeling of... him going over the edge. You trailed a kiss to a sensitive part of his neck, whimpering out his name into his ear. That pushed him toppling right over the edge, Denji's breathing went wild, his back arched and his body jolted. He felt like he could explode at any second. The heat and the intense feeling of satisfaction and ecstasy... it made Denji moan and feel like he was on cloud nine. Denji didn't even care about the embarrassment of how loud his moans were, he was so lost within the ecstasy of pleasure. You clamped a hand over his mouth as he came undone beneath you. Denji's voice was muffled, but this made the experience even better. You moved your hand and muffled his sounds with your lips. The sensation of all this lust and pleasure, the feelings of satisfaction and ecstasy... were overwhelming, but the kiss... made it all worth it. Denji’s body jolted and trembled. 

“Shit…” He slowly breathed out. 

“Did you…?” You trailed off. He gulped and spoke quietly.

“I-- I told you… you get me too excited.” Something bloomed in your chest, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “It’s okay.” You whispered.

“Really? You’re not mad?”

“Of course not.” You laughed, running a hand through his hair. You two part for a bit so Denji can clean up, he comes back about fifteen minutes later as you were pulling the covers back to go to bed. 

“Could I sleep with you?”

“What?” You blurt out, turning. 

“I mean… sleep, actually sleep. I want… to.” Your cheeks blush but you nod your head, he slides in the bed first as you turn out the light. As you draw closer he reaches out for you and pulls your body against his, tugging the covers up over you. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and slightly tightens his arm around your waist. You knew right then it was over for you.

Just as much as he belonged to you, you knew you belonged to him as well.                                               

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[tojirin]

★ denji headcanons

WC: 1.6k one short (n)sfw headcanon but the rest fluff 🎀 proofread - nahh LOL

you first met denji at a local gas station, you could see he was struggling paying for food so you offered to pay for him out of kindness. "Oh! thank you miss..um how can i repay you?" "um! no need don't worry!" "No! no!.. um..can i take you out? to repay you of course!" you could tell the boy was nervous by the way he was speaking, but you accepted his offer. "Really?..yeah i'd love to!" "do you have a number?"! "O-oh! yeah, here."

★ when you and denji first started dating you almost automatically noticed that he seemed very worried that he was messing things up for both of you, but you assured him that he wasn't the problem.

★ later into the relationship you found out denji is very clingy, almost like a puppy wanting to always be with its owner. he will always want to be hip to hip with you and will complain if you don't wanna.

★ something about denji is that he is a very passionate kisser, he doesn't really know what he's doing but tries his best, kisses will be random >_<.

★ denji is always confessing his love to you so you always know he is there and won't leave you. he knows how it feels to be abandoned and never wants you to go through that.

★ going back to denji acting like a doggy he loves to be treated like one when y'all are having sex, def has a mommy kink, luvs to be with his master ^_^ !!

★ but!! everytime denji sees you he feels a wave of love and compassion falling over himself he doesn't know what to do!! but he thinks it feels right so it's okay!! :3

★ denji gives the best hugs ever!! a bit too tight since he thinks you might run away, but you wont!!

overall he just loves you soso much :((

★ © tojirin ʚɞ 2023

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[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

━━━━╝‘ I bet you think about me ’╚━━━━━

A Denji x Fem!Innocent!Reader | A little fluff + SMUT

Contents ; Innocent reader, pervert Denji (nothing changed), peer pressure, corruption, tons of suggestive innuendos, groping, heavy mention of titties, titty-sucking, PDA, guided handjob, thighjob, pornography, non-stop fucking, and obsessive behavior.

A/N ; MYYYYYY FAVORITE! This dude has been deep in my heart ever since I was introduced into CSM. And now, I place the dude above everyone on my preferred list of characters. Especially cause I relate to the man so much. He’s too careless for his own good at times, BAHAHAHAHAH. Okay, enough of me rambling, appreciate my boy and my fine story by reposting and commenting. Whatever you’re feeling for, little readers.

Dynamic ; Kind of FWB?? to Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Dom!Denji | Sub!Fem!Reader

P.O.V ; First & Third

Age range ; 18+

Music suggestion ;

[ Denji’s P.O.V ; ]

Today was supposed to be ordinary. Power talked her ass off most of the morning, I would chime in once in a while to joke, and Aki spouted shit at me for everything and anything I did. That’s how it went on in the apartment we lived in. In the middle of the day, we would head for the headquarters. Go back to the stressful life of a Devil Hunter.

But for me, that was nothing. I was more than happy to return to work. A lot of my co-workers complained on and on, sure you get your hands a little bloody, although most of us didn’t care about the slaughtering. It’s not like they were human. Not including the people that got in my way, that was not my fault!

All I knew is that if it meant I got to be entertained by a girl like Makima and fulfill the desires I’ve been dreaming about, that’s cool with me. And the power from Pochita was a huge plus.

Yeah, it was supposed to be another one of those days. Makima would’ve given me a case to solve had it been. But, instead, I was staring at her from across the room, talking to another girl who I didn’t recognize. Hell, was she beautiful though.

Her silky {H/C} hair looked recently done, styled into a braided half ponytail with bangs in the front. Long lashes framing her {E/C}, sweet eyes; the smile she had was enough for me to tell that she would spoil a man to his heart’s content. When my eyes drifted down her body, especially to her ass, I almost didn’t want to believe it. But, I was so sure of it. She passed Makima’s thickness by at least ten percent.

I bit my tongue and swallowed the build-up of spit before making my way to where they stood, pushing my hands in my pockets so nothing showed if I popped one. Often occurrence, do not recommend.

Keeping my eyes ahead, I tried to remain as respectful as I could be while addressing my boss, “Hey, Makima. And…” As soon as I looked over at the pretty girl, I paused so she could say her name, but at the same time, I was freaking out about how much better her appearance was up close.

My brain couldn’t keep up. She had clean, soft skin with a gradient to her cheeks and lips that made me want to go for kissing them, no hesitation. When she glanced back at me, I couldn’t pry my eyes away from hers, watching her reply to me in admiration, “Oh, my name is {Y/N}. I’ve transferred here from Special Division 7… Nice to meet you! You must be the Chainsaw boy she has been telling me about!” God, even her name fit her perfectly.

Wait. Special Division 7? A stopping record player noise sounded off in my head and I turned to Makima for an explanation. The auburn-haired woman was smirking at me like she found my reaction amusing, as always. She leaned forward from her sitting position, resting her chin on her palm, and introduced {Y/N}’s background, “Say hello to the famed Youth Devil, Denji. She’s a beautiful one, isn’t she?”

The Youth Devil? Oh, I’ve heard about her before. Aki talked about coming across someone from a division that had become the Devil that aged people, yet she apparently had no knowledge of anything outside of ‘safe-for-work territory’. Or whatever the fuck he wanted to label it as. Really, that just meant she has no idea how valuable those titties are and that gives me a high chance of getting a squeeze. Or… more.

My gaze had unconsciously drifted to her chest at the thought of that, the button of her white top barely holding because of its size as I forgot to answer Makima. So, being the Youth Devil included being incredibly busty too? Good to know.

It wasn’t until I heard the clear of her throat that I had snapped back into the present and responded without thinking, “Yeah, she is.” Turning red once I realized what I had been doing right in front of the two women, a bit of worry brimming the back of my mind.

{Y/N}’s face lit up at the compliment rather than furrowed and she was quick to thank me, “Awww, you’re so sweet! Thank you, Denji!” And for a minute, I was stuck wide-eyed, half-expecting a slap across the cheek because I was obviously checking her out. Well, I’ll be fucking damned. I guess what Aki was saying about her was true after all.

Before I could get out a ‘You’re welcome’, Makima interrupted by getting off of the desk she was using as a seat, nonchalantly dismissing herself, “I have some things to attend to, so I’m sorry to say, but I’m taking my leave. I hope you find yourself comfortable with Denji, {Y/N}!”

About to pass me up, her intimidating yellow eyes locked onto mine and she leaned to whisper into my ear, “If you want to play with her so badly, why don’t you make her your new toy? You’re strong, right?” Then she walked off as if she didn’t suggest what she just did. My eyebrows and goosebumps raising at the comment. She was encouraging me to do it?

Chewing on my bottom lip, my breathing slowly got worse as I was left with horrible thoughts and a growing erection. {Y/N} not making it any better because she lingered. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine in hanging out with her. More than fine. But, not with all of this also in mind now.

“What’d she say?” She asked, fluttering those long eyelashes at me, and I didn’t know why but when I looked into her {E/C} eyes again— it was like millions of memories were yanked out of my brain and put in them like a projector. Causing me to take a step back and rub away whatever was happening in startled confusion. What the fuck was that?

I blinked away the rest I could, however, I remembered everything so that didn’t help; coming to a conclusion from the look she gave. My head wasn’t the one messing with me, it was her. Or whatever the hell that fucking power is. And I was not cool with that.

Avoiding eye contact by glaring at the floor, I grumbled, “Was that you?” I wasn’t going to hang around for any longer if she wanted to manipulate my mind, especially if it was concerning something like my past. I didn’t want to be reminded. I came here to escape.

A gasp left her like she was frightened before I saw her in my peripheral vision; raising a hand and putting it on her forehead. She took a moment to answer me in a tired voice, “I was just trying to find out more about you… I got too curious, I’m so sorry.”

Hearing her say that was reassuring and gave me the go to stare at her again, my tone dropping back to that same inviting one from earlier, “Oh, shit.. Well, yeah. I don’t have that great of a life so I wouldn’t pry too far.” I tried to shrug it off, rushing to a solution so it didn’t get awkward, “You want to go get some ice cream or something, gorgeous?” It was a last minute suggestion, but that could work.

The {H/C}-haired girl seemed to be near crying before she nodded slowly, a smile rising on her face as she unexpectedly got close to me and intertwined her fingers in mine. Pulling me off along with her while chiming, “Who doesn’t?! I’d love to!” Easier than I thought. But, I’m not complaining.

──⇌• Switch in P.O.V ; Third •⇋──

On the way to the ice-cream shop, Denji stumbled on a couple of rouge devils with {Y/N} in an alleyway and as fate has it with them, they ended up having to chase them down into a field. Faced with the ugly things combining into a whole bundle of disgusting flesh and faces.

She had solved what they were dealing with as soon as they began merging while he did not. Denji didn’t care for details, he wanted to go straight into shredding. He gripped onto his pull cord and tugged, the chainsaws ripping through his skull and arms. Making the curious girl stay behind and observe how he handled the monstrous creature.

With a rush of adrenaline, the now transformed Chainsaw Devil tore into its body, piece by piece. Blood and guts splattered everywhere onto the ground from the relentlessness he had. Getting onto {Y/N} because of how much had sprayed.

He finished when he wanted to. Raging on the thing until it was nothing but a pile of mush left to pitifully sit in the middle of the empty space it sought out for safety.

Then he retracted his chainsaws back into himself, his skin latching and coming together when he did. Molding back into his handsome, worn face. Like nothing happened. Leaving {Y/N} to blankly gaze at him, soaked in red, and drift down to witness the true wrath of Denji.

No doubt was she intimidated by the boy, seeing for herself what Makima had been commending about him. He was the real deal. A true Devil Hunter.

Wiping off the blood from around her mouth, she began to smile and clap with a giddy cheer, “That was impressive! You’re really good to be able to take out a Devil that easily. How long have you been in the game?”

He raised a brow at how she was phrasing their work, confused that she was asking but deciding to respond anyway, “I guess as soon as I could survive on my own, I’ve been hunting. It’s all I’ve known.” Saying it so casually out loud was weird for him. No one usually asks about this type of stuff. Other than when Makima does. But, here was another girl doing it.

{Y/N}’s face twisted into a look of wonder, twinges of sadness in it as she thought about a young boy having to deal with that kind of stress. It made him charming somehow. She felt the need to praise him for it, “The dedication you have to helping people is inspiring.. I hope to achieve the same goal as you, Denji.” A small appreciative smile was sent his way right after she finished.

Although, his attention was completely misplaced. Guess where; her breasts. He was zoned, an idea coming to him when hearing her instead. “My goal? You could help me achieve that, {Y/N},” the blonde beamed. His brown eyes finally getting off of her chest to address her politely.

She moved forward, innocently egging him on, “Oh, really? How?” The way she peered back at him while waiting, that sweet look never leaving her face once, it gave Denji the confidence he needed to elaborate, “Ever since I’ve been thrown into devil-hunting, I only wanted one thing out of it.”

Walking closer, he leaned to where he almost touched foreheads with her, murmuring the last sentence, “A pretty girl who’d let me fondle her body, whenever, wherever…” He felt guilty after saying it, but the eagerness was too much. There was no way he would pass this chance up.

Thinking to herself, she concluded what he was hinting to and thumbed the bottom of her shirt; lifting it over her head and throwing it to the side like it was something natural. He held his breath at the sudden action, the full view in front of him because she wasn’t wearing a bra. ‘This was quick..! Why is she undressing?!’ Panicked thoughts went rampant as he tried to process what to do, glued to admiring her front half while also confused about what her reasoning for this was.

The {E/C}-eyed girl told him it with the purest intention possible, “You seemed to be interested in my chest so I guessed that this is the part of me you wanted to touch? And I was uncomfortable by the bloody mess. But, sorry if I got it wrong! I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Even though she had no clue on what she was truly doing, she still managed to get it dead on. Making Denji chuckle out of excitement.

His sharp teeth poked out in a snarky grin at {Y/N}, his hand reaching over to palm one of her breasts and squeeze. Most of it filling the cracks of his fingers and fitting perfectly, if not a little bigger. That grin of his widened like he was off of his rocker as he got greedy; grabbing both of them to push them together. They were so soft. So fuckable. He wanted to stick his dick in them so badly.

A whimper slipped past her lips and Denji went from eyeing her breasts to looking at her brushing her hair out of the way for him. Butterflies erupting in his stomach at how considerate she was despite him taking advantage of her obliviousness. All he could do was commend and thank her with a red blush across his cheeks, “Thank you… so much. Fuck, I can’t even believe that you’re real right now. Your boobs are so fucking huge..!”

She would’ve laughed at the comment if his touches weren’t affecting her like this, his fingertips brushing past her nipples to mess with them, the perverted bite to his lip drawing a bit of blood to dribble down his chin. The girl arched into the feeling and moaned softly, struggling to speak, “Hah.. Thanks.! W-Wow! Why does that mm-feel good?”

They were out in the open, but Denji wanted to go for the risk. He didn’t care if anyone came across the two of them fucking like animals, he just wanted to do it. And nothing was going to stop him the moment he could tell that she wanted to do it with him too.

He pushed on what she said, using it as bait, “You want me to make you feel better? I can teach you a couple more things… Something that’d make us feel incredible.” And as she was about to reply, he leveled with one of her breasts and gave a lick to the bud; a squeal leaving her instead.

Repeating himself, he mumbled against her nipple, her breath hitching at his sharp teeth grazing it slightly as he talked, “Keep getting yourself undressed, pretty baby… I want to have some fun with you.” He sounded desperate, {Y/N} falling for it and hooking her fingers on her skirt zipper, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground.

Denji grunted and wrapped his entire mouth around the bud after that, sucking at it while unbuttoning his pants. Digging in his boxers to tug out his throbbing dick so it was no longer suffocated. He made a fist around his shaft and began jerking off, pre-cum forming around his tip the more he tightened on the veiniest part.

She peeked over the side of him to get a look at what he was doing, holding her legs together when she was beginning to feel something wet between them, entranced at his lower half. It looked satisfying to do and he had mentioned playing so it seemed normal to go for. But, she was in for a surprise because as she attempted to replace his hand, he jolted back and huffed, “Woah, woah… I don’t think you want to get that serious. Who knows what I might do to you if you do…”

Honestly, {Y/N} really loved the sound of everything he was talking about and she didn’t want this to end. She wanted it to go further. Her curiosity wasn’t something to tease, she will figure it out, one way or another. So, she swiftly rushed back in front of him and pressed up against him, resting her chin on his collarbone while she barely rested her fingers on the tip. Begging at him for compliance, “Please, sir… I do want to find out…”

He sucked in some air through his teeth and tensed, almost driven crazy from the pleasure of her contact with him there. It was a noticeable difference between her hand and his dick but he could definitely make it work. And after her asking like that, she was in for a treat.

The brown-eyed boy grabbed her wrist to position her fingers at a better angle before he guided it down his shaft, watching her unable to wrap her whole palm around from how thick he was. He groaned, his own sexual frustrations leaving from his mouth as she got to savor them now.

Eventually, {Y/N} caught onto him pushing her to go faster and sped up her movements as best as she could. Joining her other hand to clasp around his cock to stroke everything rather than a portion. Until he ended up impatient and lifted her up with his arms underneath hers, holding around her ass to move himself in the middle of her legs. Slowly sliding in the correct position; his dick melting in between her pussy and thighs.

Denji lowered her onto him now, grinding their pleasure out while they locked eyes with each other in a half-lidded daze. She moaned vicariously, stuttering some words here and then to emphasize what she was experiencing, “It’s making me feel so… weak! Nnghh-ah ah! Chainsaw.. boy.. wait! I feel so weird..!” His hips began to collide with hers as he increased in speed, closing his eyes to pretend he was fucking into her. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself out in public though. He had to be reminded about the consequences they could face if they were caught.

She was ignored and sputtered nonsense once she got close, “God! I think… I have to go! I have to go! Stop! I don’t- mmppph.. wanna..! DENJI!” The blonde figured it was because she hadn’t cummed before and knowing that he was the one that was gifting her— her first orgasm— made him spiral in a violent fit of thrusting hard into the folds of her pussy, right against her puffy clit.

Whines yelped out of her as her juices poured all over his length, creating sharper wet sounds and more friction for him. His tip swollen by the time he was close to falling off of the edge of cloud nine with her. Once Denji could feel the rush of his cum trying to spill, he gave a final ram and angled it around her hole to allow it into {Y/N} a little. She trembled in his hold, watching him leave her legs, bruised and messy. Satisfaction written all on his face at what he got away with.

They didn’t even clean up the cum when they went back for the office, deciding to do it a couple of hours later despite both of them feeling the slick in their underwear. Instead, they kept glancing at each other, exchanging a knowing stare until someone interrupted it to talk to either one of them. That sexual tension never stopped fucking with Denji. And {Y/N} was simple-minded as always, in her own little world.

But, she didn’t bat an eye when the boy randomly slipped hands into her shirt one day to get a feel or let her know he was horny by pressing his boner against her ass. He would whisper dirty words to her throughout it, coaxing her into doing things, just for him, “I want to go back to messing with you, babydoll… Can we go inside one of those bathrooms? Need to relieve this.”

{Y/N} would go into the bathroom and he would strip her down like she was a doll, his pants to his knees, her chest resting on the sink and displaying her in front of the mirror. He took her virginity in them. Forcing his cock to slam into her walls, reaching for her guts, all to get lost in her warm pussy. Denji growled loudly, echoing in the tiny room they were locked in while he demanded, “Spread yourself for me. I want to see my dick plunging inside that cute body of yours..!”

Only able to comply, she used both of her hands to pull her ass apart, exposed completely for him to see as he got worse in his constant pounding. Making the poor {Y/N} drool while she twitched in ecstasy, her orgasm running through her for the second time when he wouldn’t quit.

His honey brown eyes seemed so sweet at first, but now they were glaring deep at her expressions, resting into a melted one the second he neared his end. Denji released every drop inside without hesitation, her moans rocking out of her because of him slowing down as he humped it into her.

Then he started over in the same rough pace from before and she endured it as much as she could, her eyebrows knitting up into an exasperated, sweaty look. He was like a dog mating when it came to sex; stamina, aggressive, and having a bunch of cum to dump. {Y/N} was holding onto the sides of the glass counter once he had cummed for a second time, burrowing his cock deep like it was a ritual by now.

And he repeated. Leaving the girl to barely understand what was happening to her from the overstimulation. Denji wasn’t stopping. Even as she screamed for him to, “Fuck! Please! Please, master, I can’t handle anymore!” The pet name he directed her to say a regular word for her at this point.

After his seed was spilling out of her on its own and creating a puddle on the floor, after Denji was dry-cumming and making her unravel onto him like she was throwing a fit off of drugs; that’s when he finally gave up and got off of her. Slipping his dick out and shuddering a couple of words laced with dopamine, “Not so bad for our first hook-up… I don’t know if I want to wait for the others.” Was he hinting at going for more rounds? ‘Dear god..’ was the last thing she could think before she dropped unconscious.

Lil Special Extra // Denji’s P.O.V

Weeks had passed by after me and {Y/N} became a ‘thing’. Hooking up led to a lot more and now she was basically at my apartment almost every day. Sure, Aki and Power were annoyed at her presence, not wanting to hear or see any of the exchanges we gave. But, a man’s gotta live and how can he not without slapping his girlfriend’s ass?

However, there was one downside to her staying over and that was her availability in walking in on me doing lots of inappropriate activities. Whether that was jerking off to her or to… porn.

She bursted into my room late at night after having woken up from a nap in the living room and I was right in the middle of rubbing one out to my favorite fantasy porno. Jumping out of my skin when I heard her shout, “Darling, you miss-! Oh…” The small ‘oh’ quieter than the rest.

My hand and dick glistened with the lube I had saved for times like this, a blush covering my face as I snapped the laptop shut. The sounds of sex disappearing with it.

Anxiety raged through me at how she was going to react, completely forgetting that she barely had a grip on anything sexual until she squeaked out, “What was that? Can I… see?” As soon as I heard that, I quickly dropped the embarrassment and those dirty thoughts snapped back into my usual perverted personality.

Shit, I almost didn’t remember who I was and who she was. Beckoning for her to come sit down on my lap once she closed the door.

{Y/N} straddled me and observed as I opened the screen back up to the lewd scene of a woman being bred just like she had been. Her eyes going wide and a blush crossing her cheeks at the similarity. That innocence of hers was going to be ruined real quick around me. And I loved ruining it. Sliding my fingers down in between her legs like usual so I could welcome her to another sexual addiction I’d use for my benefit.

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[c-o-t-o]

OMG omg!! i have a question-- do i need to like pay or anything??? like this is so cool oml! this is what i would really like to see, and also idk if you are fine w multiple prompts in one but here-- can i request NSFW #9, #17 and #16, in one, with denji x fem reader?? sorry if its too much to ask but ur literally such a good writer i cant help it!! thank youuuuu ong

Dinner and Dessert, Part 1

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, pain play, teasing, light bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1. Requested by anon (playing with you under the kotatsu, teasing, and pain play)- I got too into this request and so is going to be much longer than anticipated! Keep an eye out for part 2!

About: You and Denji start teasing each other under the kotatsu after dinner, but it begins to turn into something much more playful.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

Denji was being his rowdy self, as usual. You all managed to make it through a dinner together without Power flinging food across the room or Denji and Aki yelling at her. Denji was, however, very energetic tonight.

Aki was in and out of the living room cleaning up after dinner, while power sat off to the side on some cushions watching TV with Meowy. You and Denji were still under the kotatsu since it was so toasty and warm.

Denji lays straight back and carelessly spreads his legs out under the kotatsu, one of his legs ending up on top of yours. He puts his hands back under his head, grinning wide and sighing contentedly.

“Denji…” you say, hoping he’ll just realize he’s being obnoxious. When he doesn’t pay you any mind, you start shaking your legs to shake him off.

“Denji!” You laugh, although somewhat annoyed that he’s just taking up all this space.

“Whaaattt??” He finally responds, shaking his legs back with a devious grin on his face.

You reach under the kotatsu and try to push his leg off but he pushes back against the force of your hand. Denji makes a “ahh haa” sound to mock you, sticking his tongue out.

This back and forth goes on for a few minutes. You push him, he pushes you back. You slap his leg, and he tries to swat at you from his lying position. Eventually you both start laughing at each other. Denji sits back up and leans his head on his hand. He smiles at you with his cheeks all red. Probably from all the kicking and gyrating he was doing. He reaches under the kotatsu and pinches your leg, and you let out a playful yelp. You reach back under to do the same, pinching him on what you assume to be the top of his thigh. But instead of Denji yelling or getting annoyed, his face begins to redden more, eyes starting to avoid yours.

Confused, you pinch him again, thinking he’ll do something back to you. But this time, he just closes his eyes and exhales through his nose loudly. You lower your face to try and look him in the eyes, but Denji instead turns his face away.

‘Does he… like this? Did he do this wanting me to pinch him back?’ You wonder to yourself. It’s no secret that Denji likes the thrill of pain, but you assumed that was just when he fought. Before you can let your thoughts wander more, you feel Denji grab your hand under the kotatsu, squeezing your fingers. You look at him, his eyes still looking down at the table. With his other arm leaning on the table, his hand covers his mouth, trying to covertly hide his expression and the redness creeping in on his face. Denji puts your hand on his thigh, and you feel his hand on yours. He starts dragging his nails down your skin, making you gasp out loud.

“What happened?” Aki peeks his head out from the kitchen while he does the dishes. Hearing this, Power tilts her head around to look at you and Denji.

“N-nothing! It’s nothing, sorry.” You say with your voice cracking a bit. You glare at Denji who is still trying to cover his mouth, but smirking now. “You…”

You do the same back to Denji, teasing him just the way he did to you. Scratching his thigh didn’t get much of a reaction out of him, though. He does it back to you, but harder this time. You quickly turn to look at him, and all you can see are his eyes looking up at you pleadingly. Your heart skips a beat, understanding now that he wants you to do it harder. When you do, you see Denji’s neck cringe from pleasure. The sight of him getting turned on by you and the small hints of pain in your teasing, inadvertently starts turning you on as well.

The blanket under the tabletop is big and heavy, so nobody notices when either of you start moving around more underneath it. Denji goes back to laying flat on the floor while you lay on your side. You’ve both pulled the blanket up to your necks now, allowing both of you to reach more than just each other’s thighs.

Living with Denji, you two ended up constantly flirting with each other. As boys usually do, Denji’s way of showing it was always to tease you. When it mattered the most, he did protect you and looked out for you. But at home, when he could be his weird self, he loved to tease you. You once came close to kissing him late at night when you both started falling asleep on the couch watching a movie, leaning on each other. But nothing ever came of it, until today. Maybe Denji couldn’t take it anymore.

You gasp quietly to yourself when you feel Denji’s hand move up your arm, making its way up to your chest. He glances over at you to look for a reaction, hesitating. With just your eyes, you scan the room to make sure Aki and Power aren’t paying attention, which they aren’t. You look back at Denji, making tiny nods with your head. His eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Without wasting any more time, Denji’s hand finds its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing it gently at first. He tries to nonchalantly watch you for your reaction.

Denji’s hands are so big and warm that it honestly feels really good. Your eyes close in pleasure and you start letting out small breathy moans through your nose, trying so hard to be quiet. But suddenly, you hear Denji chuckle. It’s so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But before you open your eyes, you feel Denji’s hand go under your shirt, pinching your nipple with his fingertips.

You grab your mouth to try keeping yourself from making too much noise, not really able to do much of anything with Aki and Power in the same room. Denji, still being Denji, starts teasing you. His fingertips start circling around your hardened nipple, pinching it randomly, trying to get you to gasp out loud. You feel yourself start getting wet. Were you also enjoying the random bits of pain? Denji somehow found a way to make it feel good and not actually hurt.

To retaliate, you lean over and run your hand up Denji’s thigh, hand resting over the crotch of his shorts. His eyes flash open at you, and all you can do is smirk at him. He pinches your nipple again in response.

Your hand knew exactly where to go, because… well frankly, Denji was already incredibly hard before you even touched him. He got that freaking hard just teasing you and feeling you up. You find the seam of his shorts, take a deep breath, and start making your way up them.

You didn’t think your first time feeling him up would be during a situation like this… but damn was it exciting. Nervous and eager to feel Denji, you finally slide your fingers underneath the fabric of his underwear. He was so hot from being so stiff that it warmed your fingers to the touch immediately. Denji was pretty big, and it somewhat takes you by surprise. You drag your fingertips across his skin from the base of him to his tip. There’s already precum pooling at the top. You laugh to yourself and drag the tip of your finger across it, using it to lubricate your fingertip as it circles the head of his cock. Denji throws his head back in pleasure, letting go of your boob. Closing your fingers around him, you start pumping your hand up and down his length, watching his eyes roll back in his head. Once you get a good rhythm going and he starts getting into it… you suddenly let go, making him go crazy from the sudden withdrawl. His knees jerk and hit the kotatsu from inside, making him yell out.

“Okay, what’s going on in there??” Aki asks annoyed, coming out from the kitchen to see what’s going on. For some reason, your immediate response is to close your eyes and pretend you fell asleep under the kotatsu when Aki comes in.

“It’s fine, just go back to your chores,” Denji retorts, trying so hard to play it off. “I just hit my knees, no big deal, it’s fine.” Aki looks down at you, then glares at Denji.

“Be quiet, she’s sleeping. And you should be, too. In fact,” Aki says, turning to look at Power as well, “We should all be going to sleep. We all have work tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it. I’ll wake her up and tell her to go to bed. Just wanna finish my show.” Denji says, trying to convince Aki and Power to both leave. Which they do, because Aki takes Meowy in an effort to get Power to go back to her room and sleep.

For a few brief moments it’s completely silent. Out of nowhere, you feel something warm near your face. You open your eyes to see Denji hovering above you. He playfully grabs your chin, bringing his mouth to your ear. He licks the shell of your ear, then bites on your earlobe before whispering, “You’re really in for it now.”

#ask c-o-t-o #request #chainsaw man #csm #denji #csm denji #chainsaw man fic #chainsaw man smut #denji x you #denji x reader #denji x fem reader #denji smut #anime #manga #otaku #fanfic #csm smut #c-o-t-o

[krewekreep]

2.6K Words. College AU, Study Partner to Lovers AU, GoldenRetriever!BF, Dumbo Hot Boy needs study help.

When he is the kid in school who just can’t keep up. And not for trying but the fact for whatever reason school just isn’t on his side. You end up being in the class he has the most struggle in. The professor now avoids him cause of all the after class conversation and visits to office hour. He’s more endearing than annoying but his persistance gets grating. He watched over time as you’d receive your results and praise yourself silently. Over time he became curious how well you actually had to be doing for the professor to always smile happily at your raised hand and responses. He began to sit behind you and almost laughed aloud in self contempt seeing your Canvas sitting with a huge 98% in the center. That meant every class you could’ve been signed up for you were practically ace-ing. He knew it best to seek further assistance and the bounce of your breasts at continually doing well made his dick harden the slightest. He mustered up the strength after class and fumbled his way into a conversation you were having with other classmates, shyly scratching the back of his head agreeing with the displeased about how hard it seemed to get higher scores.

He mentioned he just seemed to continually get stuck on three of the topics closest to mid-terms. The defeat in the fall of his head and his almost eerie stare at the ground made you pity him. “Hey, I know that’s stressful, I’ve been doing pretty well with those parts of the curriculum and I’m down to study with you if you wanted?” His entire demeanor switches. “Really!?” He’s a glowing bubbly awkward mess and a flush rises up your neck. You quickly turn into your phone pulling up your messaging app. “Here. Just give me your number and we’ll coordinate a time, okay?” When you look up to pass your phone his smile is ear to ear, eyes squinted, and his hair bouncing. Golden Retriever. Your stomach almost explodes. You shake away the growing feelings of a crush at first site. And lowkey thank whatever God made him this bad at the class work.

When you met up it was the Friday of the same week you both agreed to become study partners. Both of you a bit eager to become acquainted. When you arrived at the library he was leaned against the wall near the entrance asleep. You were able to absorb his physique more with his height extended and his arms crossed. His loose t-shirt flexed around his biceps and torso. You couldn’t say you ever paid much attention to him before but you kinda kicked yourself he had been sitting in class for so long, looking this good, struggling while your ace-ing, and only now you saw the opportune time to see what he was about. You walked up to him and he must’ve sensed you somehow because before you could say anything he slowly opened one eye and stretched groaning loudly as his shirt rose to show his hip bones, lower abs, and belly button. Oh wow.

You guys walked to the study room he reserved and for the first couple sessions you guys just got to know each other and where he had the most trouble. He began to get the hang of things and you realized he’s just the type who has to be more confident in his knowledge. You learned he was an athlete on scholarship and didn’t come from much. He really had had only himself especially for critical moments of development. Everything you learned of him made his frustrated chuckles, flurry of apologies, and tendency to glance over at you for approval all the more heart-melting.

He became your little student. Obedient and ever willing to make you as happy as you wanted. You were never the kind to indulge in that behavior, it seemed belittling and mean. Yet, a sliver of dominance would color your tone when you corrected him. When he’d get too many in a row wrong (more times than not simply his nervousness or psyching himself out) you would reprimand him with a soft hit of your pen against his hand. The little twitch of his fingers turned you on and he wouldn’t admit your commitment to his improvement made him want to prove himself to you more. You weren’t known for initiating much of anything but his willing and nervous energy was something of a turn on you unlocked the more you toyed with him. He got another answer wrong and you both know he knew it. Teasingly you said, “Now you know you know this,” reaching for his thigh and giving it a soft but assertive squeeze. He jumped and his leg began to shake uncontrollably. You laughed aloud at him and he flushed red. “I’m- im sorry.” You rubbed his thigh and his leg was over the moon. You leaned your head into your free hand pouting at him. “Now how are you supposed to pass if you keep doubting yourself?”

Although you were sending him sultry eyes you had to hold your gaze against his as it was no longer nervous or self-conscious. They were lidded and low, peering what seemed farther into you than you could ever do to him. Your stomach rattled and you wanted to falter but without a word he closed the distance with kiss. You gasped a bit before he met your lips and the gap was enough for him to solicit your tongue which you gave him eagerly. Both you wrestled in your seats fighting for dominance until he became frustrated with the conflict. He grabbed your legs firmly lifting them enough be on either of his sides. It caused you to need to support yourself so you wouldn’t fall back. With your hands busy, he pulled you flush to his lower abdomen. You were warm and slightly dazed. His grip on your lower thighs sent hot pulses to your pussy. He was as eager as you letting his grip move closer to your ass. You don’t know how far it would’ve gone had it not been for the attendant that loudly and profusely knocked on the glass showing the both of you to the rest of the lounge. You hid your head in his shoulder as he laughed sheepishly pulling the blinders down. Without a word you packed your things and left together. You weren’t ashamed just embarrassed (and kinda still in the mood). You got a few blocks away before he burst into laughter. You joined him. And as the air cleared he looked over at your disheveled clothes. “Hey,” his dick grew hard (never really went soft) when your doll eyes looked up at him all lusty. “Back to your place?”

After that every study session was had in your respective dorm rooms. Always ending in fucking each other brainless. He was loud and a bit clumsy but you’d come even harder once his thrusts knew how to hit your core bringing you to loud crescendos that made your roommates make last minute plans every time either of you walked through the door. Neither of you had much experience (and for him lowkey too many weird ones) so you ended up studying how to fuck too. His confidence grew immensely as you praised him for how good he fucked you. “Baby—Ah,” your hips rocked together seamlessly. He had a bad habit of staring right into your face wanting to soak in every bit of how gone he had you. “You feel so good. Please keep fucking me like this.” You threw your head back as your pussy began to tingle building towards an orgasm you wanted to achieve badly. “Oh my—please.” His moans grew louder but his gaze on you never wavered. “Tell me how good I feel beautiful.”

He slowed down to position his hips so his dick drove the farthest he had ever been. You yelped clawing into his upper back. “Too much?!” But before he could shift to anything softer you bounced against him. Different feeling than when he moved as your pussy felt sweet gliding up and down his cock. A shock of pleasure caused you to lightly convulse and his abs flexed inwardly so hard it seemed it hurt. “Relax baby.” You repositioned widening your legs, accepting the spread of his girth as your pussy muscled around him abundantly wet and barely able to keep him in. “I got you.” You took hold of his face bringing him into a kiss as you rocked up and down on him. He met your thrusts with his own and a sloppy sound filled the room as he became so undone his groaning and pleading almost drowned you out. “Baby doll I need to cum.” He sounded so innocent and ready. “I really need to cum—uh,” his pace almost stalled as his arms shook, his waist buckled, and he shot his load into you. Feeling his cum squirt all in you made you claw into his back. His cum was so warm it made you feel full and visceral. He went to pull out but you halted him “Baby, can we cuddle?” He beamed so hard at you. “You don’t want me to pull out?” He felt concerned about any roughness and the elephant in the room of him not using protection. “Eh,” you shrugged. “We already have been pretty irresponsible, and I like feeling you in me. Youre…still hard?” He and his entire face and neck went red. “It’s okay,” you laughed. “But I am a bit worn out.”

“Of course, I’m just—I really like this…thing we have going on.” He hid his face with his hair at the admission, turning away futilely. Neither of you mentioned labels out of a deep fear of rejection, only really stalling the inevitable. But in this moment you pulled him to your chest. He had to pull out a bit to readjust and upon inserting himself to the hilt both of you began to slowly rock back. You really did want him again but a sliver of pain pierced you. Your face contorted and he stopped again immediately. “I’m so sorry Y/N.” This time he did pull out, slowly. And pulled you into a cuddle where your head rested on his arm and you felt the fullness of his pillow-like muscle. You began to drift to sleep pretty soon after. Before finally succumbing to your exhaustion he whispered against your neck: “Thank you for everything.” His breath low indicating he also was soon about to fall asleep. “I’ll let you keep me warm another time.” He placed a kiss to the back of your neck sending a sensitive ripple of pleasure through you. You hummed in agreement then you both, bare and fulfilled didn’t awake until his early practice alarm went off.

Midterms came and went. There was no doubt in your mind both of you passed but he sat nerve wracked until the results came in. Not only did he pass he had actually scored higher than you. He felt guilty that you spent so much time worrying about him you didn’t focus on yourself because you obviously deserved the better grade. Upon telling you this you grabbed him by the wrist without a word and led him into a bathroom towards the end of the building. You knew that hey if it wasn’t occupied there’d only be one or two people and you didn’t quite care at all. You brought him into the empty bathroom (thankful something somewhere was okay with you getting your rocks off) and into the farthest, largest stall. He did nothing but submit the entire time and only yelped when you set him against the wall, untying his sweatpants. He grabbed your arm when he saw you beginning to kneel but you looked up at him with an intensity that scared him in the sluttiest way possible. He then assisted you pulling his attire down until his cock somewhat swung up hitting him against his lower sternum. His length was intimidating but you gleefully took him into your mouth.

Although your first time you asked your friends and watched videos. Practicing was a bit embarrassing but you ended up getting into it thinking how well you’d draw all of him into your mouth. You were so excited you had to remember to watch for your teeth but surprisingly he muttered “Mmm what the Fuck. Bite me baby.” You had to swallow a genuine laugh cause this man was really weird sometimes. But you flattened your tongue against the bottom of your mouth bobbing your head with an amateur but passionate pace. “Hey,” you looked up to him peering at you with lust consumed eyes. “Can I help you? Put your hands on my thighs.” You put your hands on either of his thighs, shifting your kneeling to a squat. “Smart girl.” He set his hand reassuringly against the back of your head, leaning his hips up from the wall so his dick was more comfortably set for you. Given he had an angle he knew better than you that continually hitting your cheek like that might become bad feeling. “Take your time, I can be quiet.” With one hand on the back of your head and the fingers on his other hand lovingly gripping either side of your chin he guided you with a knowing pace. He choked on his moans but never broke eye contact.

Something in you expanded as you felt bold enough to reach a hand under to cup his balls. “Waa-where did you learn that?!” You paid him no mind determined to bring him to climax. You’re awkward relationship developments seemed to always lead to public displays of affection. You were especially dismissive towards shame once your eyes soaked up enough of his image, it was almost compulsive how dire you had to get him between your fingers. You finally defeated him as his head fell back and his eyes shut. His Adam’s Apple bulging and flexing as his grip tightened in your hair. You knew he was about to cum. So you bobbed on him with more intensity, letting his tip meet the back of your mouth entering your throat the slightest bit. He became an undone mess of moans. “Y/N you feel so fucking good. So fucking—“ his breath hitched when a rougher mindless thrust had him slip down and gag you ever so slight. A sensation to gag was overcome as he soon came filling the bathroom with expletives and thank you’s.

When you released with a loud pop of your mouth, you looked up at eyes that declared you owned him now. He pulled you up surprisingly aggressive slipping his tongue into your mouth sharing his taste with you. “We need to get out here.” He says with a dark glint in his eye. He threw his hoodie over your head and walked out as if it was nothing. The girls in the bathroom could only snicker and blush, confused and jealous at the hot boy hiding you from exposing yourself. Once out of the bathroom and outside he tells you to keep his hoodie until he sees you again. He kisses you on the forehead. “Umm,” he says rubbing the back of his head. “So we are like? Dating now, right?”

Who: DENJI, NARUTO, Jean, Tamaki, YUUJI, CHOSO, ARMIN (I think him more nervous if anything ), ICHIGO + any other sweet idiots.

#x black fem reader #black fem reader #denji x black reader #denji x reader #yuuji x black reader #yuuji x reader #tamaki suoh #tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki suoh x black reader #x black reader #jjk x black reader #csm x reader #ichigo x black reader #ichigo x reader #naruto x reader #naruto x black reader #aot x black reader #aot jean #divider by cafekitsune #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso x black reader #armin x reader #armin x black reader #aot armin #kinktober #krewekreep

[dadsbongos]

CAN U PLSSSS WRITE A CUTE DENJI FIC OR HEADCANON/DRABBLE?? honestly idrc care which it is (obvi longer is preferred but i understand and am open to whatevs u give)

like about reader (fem) has a journal and in it she wrote about her dream dude, but like perfectly described denji and accidentally left it out and while they were hanging out or something cuz they besties he sees it and realized like "dude, that's me!" or something and then like a fluffy confession or something IDK that's just what i have sprinting through my brain rn 🤓

also maybe a lil kiss 🙏

thank you for giving me a denji idea... been fiending to write for him and just had 0 ideas

word count - 1.5 K / warnings - fem reader, not proofread!!, au where makima dies and denji just gets to be happy with special division 4 and they are familycore

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“And the point of this is…?”

“I dunno,” Himeno answers honestly, shrugging, “I read somewhere that you can tell a lot about someone from their partner.”

“None of us are dating,” Aki huffs, fingers itching over the protrusion of his lighter in his pocket.

“Their preference in a partner,” Himeno groans in annoyance, gesturing out to the collection of papers in front of each of you, “Besides, what else do we have to do right now?”

Fair question, no matter how junky the science behind Himeno's apparent reading, not one of you had anything better to do. A storm was raging outside the Hayakawa apartment, all of Special Division Four having pooled there before the clouds even rolled in. Before Kobeni could shyly crawl out from the rambunctious crowd, there was lightning and thunder and an ear-piercing flood warning blasting on the television. 

So, Aki swallows the rest of his complaints and puts his head down with the rest of your division. His pencil sprawling over the paper Himeno slammed in front of him to describe his ideal significant other. A tedious task he's all too eager to bullshit through as soon as Himeno is finished staring down at him.

Denji is tapping the eraser of his pencil against the kitchen island, eyes straying around the living room. He worried his bottom lip between knifepoint teeth; only stopping when he tastes iron. Even Power has started writing.

Even you have begun writing. He wonders what you're writing. He wishes he could stretch his neck and take a peek without being obvious. He wishes he could read it at all.

Denji draws a stick figure that takes up a quarter of the page, dragging the lead back over the chest to add breasts. He glances at you through the side of his eye before adding hair and a small smile. And the black hair tie snug around your wrist even though he's only ever seen you lend it to Kobeni and Angel. Now he really can't avoid it: Denji has no idea how to write. 

Hopefully he can just coast with a bland drawing and let everybody think he's as shallow as they probably already believe. But when he lifts his head to glimpse at everyone else's pages, Himeno is already freezing him solid with her icy glare. Denji tucks his chin to his chest and subtly twists in the island stool to look at your paper again. 

Bullet points go five lines down the page; and the only thing he can make out is one of the few characters Aki’s taught Denji at his request:

愚か. Stupid.

Denji's eyes bounce back up to your face, eyes a little gooey and smile all soft. He knows that goofy look well, it's how he finds himself everytime he thinks about you. Before he can lose himself in that, he's jealous. You're making that lovestruck face over some stupid guy that Denji can't even write a strongly worded letter to. 

Denji writes one of the other few things Aki has taught him. Your name with a bold arrow pointing down at the stick figure. 

Then he erases it. He scrubs the pink bud over your name so hard he tears the paper in half. A loud shirrr dragging every eye to his hunched form, shoulders hiking higher over his face at the increased attention.

“Hark! The fool cannot even spell!” Power cackles, “Show me his words! Show me his mistake!”

“Power,” you chide, as though she's a fitful toddler and not a horrific Fiend, “Be nice. You can't write either.”

“Liar!” she points at you with a shaking finger.

Kobeni shyly taps Power on the shoulder before pointing at the paper overflowing with Power's manic ideals of a partner, “Anything else…?”

“Honesty!” she glares at you sharply, “And unwavering devotion!”

“Right…” Kobeni mutters unsurely, neglecting her own paper as she continues to scribble on Power's.

“Ignore her,” you scoot your stool closer to Denji and he manages to flip his page over before you can see the drawing, “Do you need help?”

He’s nodding before his mouth can even pop open, eventually he manages to sputter alongside it, “Yeah, yeah!” taking full advantage of his new opportunity to squish right against you at the island, “Can you write…”

Patiently, you await his request and he can feel his heart pumping in his throat every time you bat your lashes at him all sweetly. Your pen leaves jet black dots as it dips in your weak grasp, Denji has lots of words to describe you and all of them knot together on the tip of his tongue, tangled and lashing to fall from his lips at once.

Ultimately, he settles for the least descriptive, “Nice.”

“Someone nice,” you nod and scratch that onto his paper, “I like that.”

Denji feels his whole body go junky with sparks of electricity, blood boiling hot at how you feel comfortable enough to drag your paper into his full view. You point at your top bullet point, nail tacking loudly into the surface when his eyes don’t immediately stray from your face to the words below. Your bottom lip is sucked between your teeth as you study his reaction, leaning your face even closer to his.

Though you’re blurry and jumbled in his peripherals, Denji can still make out the upturn of your lips. He looks over the rest of the page, desperately searching for any other words he can make out and mold himself to. That, or cope and make up some ways in which he’s at least comparable to your dream man.

He can make out: Pretty.

Do you think Denji is pretty?

He sees another one he recognizes: 歯 -- teeth -- but there’s two characters before that he’s useless against. 

Denji has teeth.

“Sharp,” you whisper into his ear, tingles raising along his pale flesh.

“Huh…?” Denji turns to look at you, heat rising far up to his ears.

An airy, almost delirious, giggle floats into his ears as you circle the two mysteries before teeth, “Sharp,” then you circle teeth, “Teeth. Sharp teeth.”

“You like guys with sharp teeth?”

“Love ‘em.”

Denji swallows harshly, shakily pointing to the next bullet point, “What’s that mean?”

農民を尊重する.

You press ever closer towards Denji, leaning your chin on his shoulder, “‘Respects farmers.’”

“I respect farmers…” he mutters dumbly, “I love their work.”

“I know you do.”

Denji blinks down at you, his thick lashes beating on his rosying cheeks and spiky teeth punching back into his lip. His breaths are short and hard, red overtaking his cheeks like a flustered little Kewpie doll. So precious and sweet, ready to crack beneath your palms. He’d trust you wholly, and you know you’d treat him well. He knows, too. You’re nice.

You laugh at his stunned face, posture rigid. The sudden shock making his shoulder jab up into your jaw uncomfortably -- you find it terribly charming. 

“I like girls…” Denji sighs out in a tremble, eyes trailing down your face, “I like girls with soft lips.”

“Do you?” you inch closer, by now long forgetting the presence of your friends and colleagues in the apartment. Teasing is fun, but teasing Denji is just the best.

“Mhm.”

.

.

.

After an awkward pause, Denji follows the quiet hum with,

“Can I… kiss you?”

You nod against his shoulder, chin digging down into the bone. Denji stretches his neck to kiss you -- and your lips are even softer and more sugary than he imagined. His hands scratch out to cradle you to himself, continuously parched no matter how much of you he has to drink in. Warm hands and arms around you, clinging and wrapping and pulling. Wincing from the prickle of Denji’s teeth against your lip, you cinch a hand around the chest of his shirt and wrench it towards you -- pulling Denji closer along with it. 

“You like me?” he utters against your lips.

Pulling back, you flip around your paper and sear your index nail around a very recognizable word, “My ideal partner. I was a little scared to share at first…”

Denji almost jumps right off the stool, ready to coop you in his arms and swing you around fully in front of his roommates and coworkers. Instead he laughs in full disbelief to himself, reaching down to squeeze your other hand in both of his. You’re briefly concerned he’s cutting off blood flow before the joy of his pure excitement overtakes that concern. 

DENJI is big and plain over the very top of the page. 

“What changed your mind?”

You snicker right into his ear and reach out to flip over Denji’s paper, torn at the top, “I could tell you felt the same, pretty boy.”

Denji squeezes your hand even tighter, giggling almost feverishly before he’s sliding off the stool, “Wanna go make out in my room?”

“Thanks for having the decency to move now,” an unpleasant sneer breaks Denji’s cloudy dream-turned-reality.

“Fuck you,” Denji hisses at Aki.

“I think it’s cute!” Himeno pushes at the back of Aki’s head, “Focus on yourself!”

You let Denji drag you from the kitchen island and towards his (and Power’s, not that she’ll be allowed in for the next however many hours) room. 

“So, you really think ‘m pretty?” Denji’s voice teeters just on the edge of snarky, but his skittish, red frame speaks louder.

“Prettiest,” you coo, kissing his cheek.

The affection has him seconds away from blurting out an awkward, ill-timed: You’re really my dream girl.

#denji x reader #denji fluff #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji x you #denji x fem reader

[ca4dy]

imagine shared breeding kink with Denji…

You guys have both never even thought of having children until recently. Being so busy devil hunting he can’t hold himself back when you two finally get alone. So when he gets his week off work you two go at it like animals.

"I... I need..." His voice is barely audible over the sound of their hard breaths together.

"I need to be inside you." He growls, his eyes wild and filled with a hunger he doesn't understand.

With one swift move, he flips them over, pinning her down beneath him. His cock, hard as steel, juts out between them, shining with pre-cum like a beacon in the darkness.

"Take me," He grunts, "take everything I am."

Feeling him enter your pussy. Your eyes fill with tears momentarily from the sting but You don’t stop him. Instead opting to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fuck!" His voice is a hoarse whisper, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

He thrusts into you, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. His body shudders with every movement, his skin tingling with electricity from head to toe.

"I... I'm gonna come," He growls, his eyes locked on hers as he watches her face contort with pleasure and pain.

"I want you to feel this..." And with that, he slams inside one final time before collapsing onto you, both bodies trembling together in the aftermath of their union.

You blink up at him staring at him dreamily. He’s barely catching his breath before he starts moving inside you again.

"Fuck..." He gasps, his eyes widening as he looks at your inviting smile. He positions himself between your shaky legs once more, ready to claim her again and again until there are no drops left in him for her to take. He doesn't waste any time. With a single thrust, he plunges into you once more, their bodies connecting with an urgent need that refuses to be sated.

"I... I want you," He growls, his voice hoarse and filled with desire, "I want every part of you."

And with each stroke, he claims her again, filling the room with the sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony until they reach the peak of their passion once more. You wrapped your legs around Denji further trapping him inside as he prepared to paint your insides once more. He follows the lead, thrusting faster and harder than before, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythmic dance of lust.

"Y/n... I'm close," He gasps out, his voice breaking with the intensity of their lovemaking.

And with one final cry, he releases himself inside, filling her completely as they both reach their climax together. You wailed from the pain and pleasure of overstimulation still wanting more.

Eyes rolling and toes curling further you go limp under him.

He groans, his breath hot against her neck as he comes inside her. He pulls out of your beat up pussy slowly, bodies still connected by a thin thread of cum.

Without hesitation, he lowers his head and begins to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive folds with the same hunger that had consumed him moments ago.

"I... I love you," He whispers between licks, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice of her most intimate parts.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"Oh FUCK! I love you more than ANYTHING!" You nearly scream at the sensations he’s continuously giving you.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"I want... I want to make sure you're clean," He murmurs against her skin, his voice filled with a tenderness that leaves her breathless.

"And when we have our kids... I promise I'll be there for every moment." His words are soft but firm, a vow he intends to keep no matter what comes their way.

#chainsawman x reader #denji x reader #denji x fem reader #chainsaw man smut #fuck makima #breeding k1nk

[sirphrogington3rd]

🅂🄴🅇🅈 🄳🅁🅄🄶 - Falling In Reverse

Denji x reader

Warnings: cat girl(literally)+ dog boy, grinding, clit stimulus, handjob, and other things just beware

Disclaimer: I do not own Chainsawman or its characters. I do not own any of the images used or claim to own them.

Info on you: You work as a Public Safety Devil Hunter alongside Tokyo Special Division 4 members. The cat devil took over your body as you died, it was almost part of a contract. It got your body, and you kept your conscious and control of your body, but the devil taking over your body gave you some unwanted cat features.

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You always thought Denji was cute, he had his charm even though he was a big perv and kinda obnoxious.

Denji when he first saw you wanted to touch your boobs, but was also anamored by your cute face, and also the cat ears and tail you had. He noticed in public your tend to wear long skirt and let the ears be, someone wearing a beanie.

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"Denji?" You say gently as his limp blood blood-covered body rests in your arms

He looks up at you and turns red at his face's close proximity to your breasts

"Are you okay?" you ask

He nodded his cheek, running against your chest. He watched the tall cat ears on your head relax. You helped him stand. He seemed unstable, but Makima whisked him away. He looked back at you but had already turned walking away and helping others on the team or others in need of help.

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Denji walked over to you as you washed the dishes, Aki took Power with him on patrol and left you in charge. You had asked Denji to clean the mess off the table, and when he did, he made his way toward you.

"Uh- I'm done," he alerted

You look at him, "Okay, thank you," you smile

You look him up and down as you grab a towel, wiping off your hands, "Do you want to help me make food for when Aki and Power get back?"

"Sure," he says, nodding

You smile, "Let's do this," you say, rolling up your sleeves

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Your hands rest on his as you guide him on chopping vegetables. Denji felt your breath, and your boy pressed on him as you taught him. He swallowed thickly, trying to pay attention to chopping.

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You made bowls of food and handed two to Denji to put in the fridge, and he did. You made him a bowl and yourself a bowl and walked them over to the table. You placed his down and sat down to eat ours, Denji sat in front of his bowl and began eating.

He gasps, "You should cook all the time," he sighs

You laugh, and Denji thought your laugh was really cute, and he smiled, looking at you. A cute girl laughing at him, he felt his stomach tickle.

"(Name), you're cute," he says

"You're cute too, Denji," you smile, the sound of your tail batting the floor quickening

Denji notices this and smirks. He scooches closer to you, and you watch him. He again reaches for your tail, brushing his fingers against it.

"(Name)?" He asks watching your face turn red

"Yes?" You shiver as his fingers continuously rub against your tail

Denji looks at you, his stare lustful in its own right, and asks, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

You nodded, not being able to bring yourself to make eye contact or even speak.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked nervously feeling his body heat up

Your face grew even hotter, and you turned your head to face him. Your hand reached up to hold his cheek. Denji felt your lips press against his, and his free hand moved to your ear, rubbing the fur with his fingers. He felt you squirm and feel you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as his other hand's thumb kept a steady pace on rubbing your tail.

"Denji," you whine softly

Denji felt his pants get tight as you whined his name, "Y-yeah?"

"Dont touch there," you tell

"O-okay," he said nodding

You pull back a fraction, looking at him, he is just as red as you or more. Your eyes travel down his body and rest on the bulge in his pants, You look at the clock. You move closer to him.

"(N-name)?" he stuttered

"We have 30 minutes until Aki and Power get back. Do you want me to take care of that?" you say pointing down at his lap

"Y-yes please!" he said excitedly

You smile and nod, shifting onto his lap. Denji shuddered as he felt your crouch press against his, you rolled your hips against him, and Denji looked at you, his breath getting heavier. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your chest, Denji squeezed and played with them as you continued to grind your clothed clit against his clothed bulge.

Denji shifted his hips upwards, trying to get some more friction, and succeeding he let out a pleasured groan. You blushed getting quiet except for the soft moans, Denji leaned into you kissing you gently, his nerves not allowing him to get rough. Your hands rested on the nape of his neck, you pulled him closer, silently trying to convey it was okay for him to loosen up, and you deepened the kiss. Tongues rubbing and pressing each other as you both made out. Denji's hands moved to your hips adding more pressure as you rocked your hips.

"Aah.. Denji..." You moan against his lips

Denji leaned forward pushing you backward, once you were on your back, he pulled back to look at you, "Can I?" Denji asked looking down at your low-rise shorts. You nod and he pulls them off, he looks at your panties and notices the little wet spot.

"I like your panties," He says

"Good, you can keep 'em."

Denji excitedly takes them off and places them nicely beside you and unzipped himself, fishing out his hard cock. You leaned up and kissed him again, your hand reaching to rub his cock. Denji whimpered against your lips as your hand stroked him. The kiss becomes wet and sloppy as Denji's fingers press against your clit.

Denji's other hand went under your shirt, pinching, and stoking over your nipple. Denji felt himself shiver as your hand stroked him faster, He was going to come at any second, and he wouldn't be able to hold back. You pull away and place his mouth near your ear as he whimpers, alerting you to his climax.

"(Name)," he gasps against your ear

Ropes of white shoot out of Denji cock and onto your hand and stomach. You pulled away from Denji, and while holding eye contact, lewdly lick the come off your fingers.

Denji goes red watching your lips enveloping your fingers and lewdly sucking off his come. He lowers his mouth to your pussy, keeping eye contact, and nuzzles his nose against your clit and his tongue on your folds, teasing his tongue along your slit. You looked at the clock, 15 minutes.

"D-denji–we don't *moan* h...have enough time f-for this," you whine

He looks up at you, moving his face away just enough so you can hear him properly, "I can be quick," he says, his breath stimulating your more

Your eyes dart away from his, "alright."

And just as quickly as he pulled away and right back in, lapping up your folds, teasing your slit, and nuzzling your pearl with his nose. All acts of stimulus driving your thighs to tense around his head and your hands to holding the back of his head, your nails grazing his scalp and neck. You gasp, feeling your core tighten.

"Good job *moan* like that..." You croon nearing the edge of your orgasm

Denji continues listening intently for instructions, your eyes dart back to the clock, 9 minutes.

"Faster," you demand

And he obliged, nuzzling his nose quicker and slightly harder, and his tongue worked against your folds. Your ear moved, and you sensed Aki and Power in the building. They're early. Why are they early?? As your core came undone and you emptied yourself onto Denji's mouth, you estimated, 4 minutes or less.

"Mmph," you moan, "get up, we need go act normal, Aki and Power will be here any moment."

Denji nodded and sat back, and you sat up and pulled your shorts back on, and Denji snatched your panties. You lean forward and place a chaste kiss on Denji's soaked lips, smelling your scent on him felt exhilarating.

"Go to the bathroom and clean up," you say

"Y-yes (Name)," he nods and walks obediently into the bathroom

You smile your clit throbbing with arousal, still wanting his touch. You turn the TV on and run into the bedroom to grab a blanket and sit down, wrapping the fabric around you and laying down on the floor facing the Tv. You took naps often. It was the way the cat devil (that kept you alive) preferred to regain energy, so it was common to see you take a quick nap.

Aki's keys jiggle, and the door unlocks and opens, Power loudly saying something about Meowy, and your pretend to be woken up by them.

"Aki, Power your home," you smile, feigning drowsiness, "I made food. You two have bowls in the fridge."

"Thank you (Name)," Aki said, "say thank you, Power."

"Thank you.." Power grumbles

Denji opens the bathroom door, "You're back," He groans

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A/n: heyyy, I recently started reading Chainsaw Man, and I'm in love with denji even though he's a big perv bc I lwky get him😔

#smut #csm denji #csm #denji x fem reader #denji x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man smut #csm x reader

[yakulin]

Denji groaned as he stretched his arms while he walked alongside you, “Tough job?” You asked and he hummed in response. His arms soon wrapped around your body as he hugged you from behind, his face buried into the corner of your neck. The two of you stopped walking.

It was dark out, the cool breeze touching his warm skin. You tapped his hand that laid right above your chest, “We need to get home.. or well at least you do. You know how Aki acts when your late for your curfew” you stated.

“I don’t care about Aki, plus I’m not a kid! I don’t need to be following some stupid curfew” He whined, hugging you closer to him. So close that when you began to walk you could barely take a few steps before he’d forcefully stop you.

“Denji” you spoke up, he let out a whine before letting you go. “Thank yo- !!” Denji kicked the back of your leg causing you to fall, although he was quick to catch you into his hands. He laughed obnoxiously as he held you bridal style, “You should’ve seen your face!!” He said through laughs

“That wasn’t funny!” You replied, red from embarrassment. “Hell yeah it was!”

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[mmakimasa]

𖦹drabbles , csm ; aged up,

𖦹pairing, makima denji x fem!reader

𖦹tags, teasing, humiliation, nicknames , pet names , degradation, makima , denji , drabbles, makima x fem!reader , denji x fem!reader

!aged up Denji!

A/N: just realised the colour combo with denji

𖦹MAKIMA; fem!sub!reader

Her fingers delicately traced the contours of your plush body, the tinted pink fabric inviting to the touch. You lay together on the bed, the duvet enveloping both of you. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in close, her voice a low murmur. "Mhm? Is someone feeling a little eager?" Her words dripped with playful taunting. Her fingers continued their journey, trailing down your body until they reached your trembling core, fully aware of the effect she had on you. Her lips grazed your neck, planting teasing kisses as she whispered, “doggy desperate?”. Makimas fingers leading down inside you, circling your clit. small moans emit you, a sly smirk creeps onto her face. "Pathetic," she spat with venom, her disdain evident as she regarded you. Lying there, you felt exposed and vulnerable, your body still trembling from the effects of her relentless teasing.

𖦹DENJI; fem!reader

His strong arms envelop your body, creating an intimate embrace as your clothed hips move in sync with his. Waves of pleasure radiate from both of you, heightening the enjoyment of the moment. He whispers, "harder," his voice filled with desire, while he leans against the back of the couch. You surrender to the tantalizing friction as you grind against him, feeling a rush of desire that weakens your knees. Even through the barrier of clothing, a moist sensation intensifies, causing a growing wetness to gather between your thighs.Denjis’ hands gripping your sides , pushing you down further if that was possible. small moans are heard from the both of you again, the warm sensation getting higher and higher with every second. his face buried in your neck, pecking it like it was his last meal. “c’mon , ya can do it,” he whispers into your ear. you feel your panties become soaked, very soaked. his hands trace your figure up and down, your clothes blocking his view so why not just take em off? your not gonna need them later.

!not proof read!

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[koishiro]

# - 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : afab!reader, denji being a simp, also obsessed with ur tits, cumming inside, unprotected sex

masterlist | chainsaw man masterlist

Denji wouldn’t exactly call himself a cat person per-se but after coming home from a stressful day to see you on the couch in nothing but his shirt that showcased the plump of your breasts yet hid the plush of your body — asking to be unwrapped and ravaged, well, he practically pounced on you.

He couldn’t stop himself from shoving his head underneath that damn shirt, using it as a veil of sorts — hiding the sins that would later follow. He could only imagine from an outsider’s point of view what he’d look like — a mass floating side to side as he rubbed his face back and forth on your stomach as if spreading his scent, claiming you as his.

Soon followed by him pawing at your tits, grabbing at anything he can while he dry humps you, chasing his high as he leaves mark after mark on your once clear skin.

Eventually he’d lift his head from your (his) shirt to gain more control, grabbing your hips in such a hold you know it’ll leave bruises. He’d lift the shirt just above your tits, watching them bounce with every thrust he made after slipping ever so teasingly into your warm and inviting hole.

He’d even let a few mewl’s slip as he watches his slick cock diving in and out of your pussy, only dying out after making his last claim on you - filling you up until you’re practically overflowing.

After using a finger to push his warm cum back where it belonged he’d slowly collapse on top of you, digging and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he peppered sweet kisses wherever he could reach.

He’d still never admit that he’s a cat person though.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋: I just got off work so I have no idea if this makes as much sense as it did in my head…

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

#きたない 📍 #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏 成人向け #csm denji #denji x reader #denji #chainsaw man denji #denjichainsawman #denji x you #csm #chainsaw man #csm headcanons #csm imagine #chainsaw man imagine #chainsaw man headcanons #csm x you #csm x fem reader #csm x reader #csm x y/n #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man x you