#denji drabbles

[tteokdoroki]

Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[batterygarden]

Denji with a Codependent gf!

Contents: Denji x f!reader, mdni, Aged up Denji obvs like think college, 1 vaginal sex mention, dissociation and mental illness mention, a brief dog death mention, blood mention once like minor injury, alcohol mention, reader's grandma death mention, reader is a hot mess but denji is sweet!! about 2k word ..

Affectionate is a bit of an understatement. You are clingy. Dependent. You think you couldn’t surivive without Denji, you know you couldn’t. It’s like the world is frozen over but Denji’s this constant fire, the only one in existence, and it’s either stay by his side or die of hypothermia. Denji’s cool with it though, he’s glad he’s able to keep you thawed. And he’s pretty good at it; holding one or both of your hands every second they aren’t already occupied, dropping little words of affirmation, noticing your moods and checking up on you whenever he senses it’s necessary. Denji is highly in tune to your needs somehow, like it's second-nature. It’s funny because he’ll forget big, seemingly basic things all the time like how to boil eggs or what day rent’s due or even his own birthday, but when it comes to you… at some point he became omniscient.

Like there was the first time you went to a party with him, and you were working through some really tough shit mentally. Some girl you had a class with wouldn’t stop talking to you about her dead dog—apparently he was put down just the day before and she was really messed up over it. Denji had stepped out to buy soju, and you were at least 15 minutes into your exhausting consolation efforts, when suddenly the poor girl shrieked and ran to the bathroom, dripping with the sticky contents of another party goer’s drink. Just then Denji reappeared, holding a geranium he plucked from someone’s yard, and you were tucked into his side.

It was a couple hours before you learned of the artful shove Denji threw to orchestrate the drink spill, and when you did you laughed so hard soju came out of your nose.

When you were denied an internship that your professor described as “imperative to advance in your career field” Denji bought you two cake pops and let you paint little flowers on his fingernails.

When you got in a car accident, Denji proposed you spend eight hours and forty five minutes watching rom coms together on his bed. Most of which were subpar by his standards but he didn’t utter a single complaint the whole marathon.

When you had a fever Denji threw on your apron and spent an hour in the kitchen cooking you the most horrible chicken noodle soup you had ever tasted. Then he was gritting his teeth and sinking you both into chilly bath water to try and lower your body temperature (a trick he read on google a few minutes prior). You cried and protested but it worked; you ended up sleeping through the night at a cool ninety eight point six degrees.

When you spilled hot cocoa all over the freshly finished watercolor landscape you’d slaved over for weeks, Denji threw you on your bed and sunk his cock into you over and over till you couldn’t remember the painting you were mourning or why you were sad in the first place.

Every time your world stops denji somehow makes it spin again. Even the day your grandma died. You couldn’t let go of him all night—you would have panicked if someone made you. You laid on top of him while he watched movies (you couldn’t focus on any of them). You straddled his thighs while he ate leftover take out (you weren’t hungry). You sat on the bathroom counter while he peed (you would have sat on his lap while he was shitting, too, if he had to). It spun a little slower at first that day but Denji got it to keep moving.

Today.. Denji’s the one who’s sad. He hasn’t gotten off the carpet where he’s been laying or moved his position in two hours and you’re growing increasingly anxious over it. Denji is the most resilient person you know! If you’re a flower then Denji’s probably an ancient redwood; wind that could knock you down barely registers for him. So you have hardly any experience helping him through mental adversity let alone this depressed, comatose state he’s in and you’re truly at a loss.

You’ve tried everything. Talking to him, cooking for him, poking him—nothing’s stirred a reaction. So laying half on top of him and cuddling is the solution you stick with. If anything, at least it’s helping you calm down. His foggy, half-asleep state honestly scares you so much you would have called a doctor by now if you hadn’t witnessed the cause.

You’d been at the grocery store, Denji was pushing you in the cart and laughing at some dumb joke you made when a grey-haired old man bumped into him. Denji acted like he saw a ghost. The man did a double take before speaking loudly like he was hard of hearing.

“Denji? Is that you, son? Never thought I’d see that face in a place like this. So you’re a city boy now is that right?”

Denji didn’t answer. He just backed away slow like the man was holding him at gunpoint. You climbed clumsily from the cart to grip Denji’s hand.

“Gosh your daddy woulda hated that, wouldn’t he? His only son packing up and abandoning the hometown.. You know you could always come back to work for me. I’ll bet his little house is in ruins by now, you should really pay it some homage.” He was flashing Denji this toothy grin that made your blood boil. You tried stepping in, “Wha-“

The old man acted like he just noticed you, “And who’s this? You found yourself a real looker eh? Didn’t think you had it in you, son. A pretty thing like that oughtta be kept on a tight leash.”

With that Denji punched him. Not as hard as you know he could have, but enough to knock the wind out of the guy. It was like Denji’s mind was working against his body—one of them wanted to let loose and beat the old man bloody but one was frozen in fear or some kind of hesitation. You weren’t sure which instinct was which. Then he was grabbing your wrist and rushing you out of the store, abandoning your groceries and cart and the old man who was wheezing and laughing after getting hit.

He’s been silent and dreamlike ever since then. Like the confrontation reduced his inferno to simmering coals.

“Deeenji. Denji? I’m worried.” You’re whispering by now. No matter the volume you speak, Denji won’t respond. You offer your millionth kiss on the cheek before climbing to your feet. Time to try method two again. You tie on your apron, moving quickly and shakily with anxiety, and set to work. This time maybe you’ll make something sweet instead of the pasta that’s currently sitting cold in its pot. You grab dishes and a pan, willing yourself to slow your clumsy movements despite the racing thoughts.

He’ll get up. He’ll be fine. It’s okay. Denji’s strong. No need to worry. Crepes. Denji never turns down crepes. If I make these he’ll get up. I can make him feel better. Just gotta cut some strawberries. Easy peasy. I can—

You yelp as the bowl you were slicing fruit into falls to the floor, shattering into pieces and interrupting your thoughts. Then there’s blood, fast and hot, pouring from a fresh cut on your palm. Fuuck! Why is nothing going right today? You spin to grab a towel and scream even louder than the first time when you see Denji standing behind you wrinkling his nose.

“Woah, it’s a mess in here. What’re ya—gah!”

Seeing Denji up and about makes you trip right into broken glass with your bare feet, immediately causing a near fall. Denji catches your arm before you can tumble completely over.

Somehow that heroic catch breaks the dam; now you’re stumbling into his chest absolutely sobbing. You couldn’t help Denji when he was literally dissociating for hours but he’ll just waltz into a room and make things better before you even have time to blink. He’ll always save the day, even on days when he’s the one who needs saving.

“Denji! Denji, I’m so glad you’re up. I was really-hic!-really worried!”

“Hey get offa your feet! Damn, yn, sorry I scared you. C’mere.”

Denji turns and bends real low before sliding you onto his back, marching you piggy-back-style to the bathroom. Then you're sitting on the edge of the sink while Denji bandages your hand and picks glass out of your toes. Your stream of tears doesn’t let up the entire process but Denji chooses not to comment while he works. He’s gentle and patient, biting his tongue between sharp teeth while he concentrates on finding each and every shard. You watch him and feel your heart slowly calm at the relief his presence brings.

“Wanna talk about it?” You both know you’re referring to the encounter with the old man at the store.

“…Nah. Probably later I will.”

Denji clinks another piece of glass into the wastebasket. You sniffle and Denji glares at you. “Do you wanna talk about somethin’?”

His prompting results in a fresh wave of tears as you bury your face in your good hand. Denji sighs and stands, pushing your temple into his side and holding it there, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your scalp.

“What’re you such a crybaby for?” He asks gently. You take a while to respond, rubbing your face off slowly with his shirt sleeve.

“Denji, I don- I don’t deserve you at all!”

“Hu-“

“Like-hic!- I hate that you always have to be there for me-hic!-and save me from stuff but I can’t even do one thing to return the favor. Like today you were clearly having such a hard time but-hic!-I couldn’t distract you one bit.”

You lift your head off his shoulder so you can see his face—he’s staring at you with pursed lips and furrowed brows. You bury your face in his side again.

“Baby, your thinking’s all wrong. You save me all the time! Today was weird, don’t take it personal.”

You sniffle again, shaking your head.

“Be serious, Denji. I’m not helpful at all.”

“Hey. ‘M being so serious! You save me by just existin’.”

You huff and shake your head a second time.

“Come on, yn! You know I need you. You’re like… soothing to me I guess. And I like helpin’ you. Seriously! I can’t explain but I… I wanna be helpin’ you. Like all the time! Never wanna be apart.”

You peek up at him again and his thumb stops stroking your head.

“You…”

“Never wanna be apart, yeah. Just wanna… crawl in your skin or somethin’.”

You study his humorless expression while he wipes your tears then licks the salt water off his fingers. You study his messy golden hair and his eye bags and his sparse freckles. His cider-colored stare. His vulnerable honesty. You can’t help but giggle.

“Hey! What’s so funny?”

“I just feel exactly the same way.”

Somehow, even after the raw gooeyness of his previous statement, this is when Denji manages to blush. He smiles his big, pointy smile. You reach to pull him down to your level, still sitting on the sink, where you can easily kiss him. It’s the kind of kiss that heats up your insides in a fuzzy way.

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[lexinympho]

[slightly suggestive, minor mention of sex]

Denji, a loverboy at heart fumbling his way through flirting with you in the few ways he knows how, lacking experience but knowing his interest in you runs thick and sturdily motivates him each time you knock him down a peg. Everyone says you're just walking over him, using him for your own pleasure and giving him nothing in return like the known heartbreaker you are, but he tells them they don't know you as well as he does. He's the only one you call up when you're in need of relieving stress, he's the only one you openly hug without a care in the world, the only one you smile at, the one you hide like some kind of secret not ready to be unveiled.

And then there's you, broken and used up from the past happenings of your previous relationships, willing to use Denji as a puppet and walk around without a proper label, so long as you don't needlessly put yourself through heartbreak and betrayal again. It's become too easy at this stage of your life, getting dicked down without really putting your heart into it, avoiding a level of intimacy that crosses the boundaries you'd set for yourself long ago. A small part of you feels remorseful, guilty even, for your mistreatment of this guy who genuinely wants to love, but a larger part of you says to hell with the guilt. Denji knew what he was getting into, you know he heard the rumors, and he knows they're true. Maybe he hopes that you'll someday let him stay in your bed rather than kick him out the moment you're done with him, or maybe he believes he'll change your ways and get you to find a permanent spot in his bed. You don't know what his motives are, and you don't care about his attachment to you, he's nothing but a warm body at the end of the day.

He's easy to string along, you don't find men quite like him everyday, so of course you'll keep him on a leash.

You, a fighter scarred by the fights you've continuously lost, happily taking advantage of Denji's gullible nature without a care for the consequences, so long as he remains at your beck and call no matter the mile high wall you keep between the both of you.

Denji, a lovesick fool who's enamoured by you through thick and thin, willingly letting you do as you please with him, so long as you don't tell him to leave your side for good.

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[notiddygxthgf]

Boyfriend | Aki Hayakawa

★ pairings: aki x f!reader

★ synopsis: being aki's favorite girl has many perks.

★ a/n: i couldnt stop thinking about boyfie!aki omfg... brainrot.

★ c.w.: fluff, nicknames, smut(ish). no beta we die like... ahem.

1. He's thoughtful!

Aki is notoriously attentive when it comes to his line of work, but nothing compares to how attentive he is when it comes to you and your needs. He can read you like a book. It's just something about those eyes of yours, something about the way you look at him that tells him all that he needs to know about you -- he's got you all figured out.

When it's a party or a work event, he can see your expression a mile away. You would be perched in the corner, anxiously swirling your drink around. He'd reach an arm around you, pulling you close enough that your shoulders would bump into his chest. "Do you want to leave?" He'd ask. And how could you refuse -- when he made it sound so tempting?

He'll remember little things about you -- the shows you like, your favorite foods, your favorite fabrics to wear. His brain is like a little notepad, full of facts about you. When you're having a particularly, bad day, he'll bring home a container of your favorite soup from the place up the street he knows you love. He'll treat you to trinkets and sweaters (sometimes printed with the name of the last town he visited on the mission, sometimes they were his) and whatever stupid little thing makes him think of you (seriously, he brought you a rock with googly eyes from a gift shop in Shibuya once because, and quote, "It reminds me of you").

He knows your body like the back of his hand; knows where you like being kissed, touched, caressed, held. He knows you like it's second nature, like you're an extension of himself.

2. He can cook

You're grateful for that, considering that if he couldn't cook, the two of you would have been completely fucked. You're about as gifted in the kitchen as a toddler with a wooden spoon.

It's okay though. He doesn't mind. He loves cooking for his pretty girl. Curry, Stews, Rice, Chicken -- whatever your little heart desires (or whatever he's decided is on the menu for tonight). And he's good at it, too. He's got a real talent for cheffing it up. The kind of talent that makes you moan words of praise through mouthfuls of food while you chow down.

"You like it?" He'd ask, a teasing lilt tinging his words.

"Fuckin' perfect," You'd reply, voice muffled by mounds of food. "You got a gift."

He wouldn't have believed it had it come from anyone else. But for you? He would have to make an exception.

He only wished he could make enough for you to take leftovers. With two ravenous roommates, however -- the kind that scarf down just about everything but the plate -- that was kinda hard.

(Still, whenever he could, he would sneak a few extra servings into some containers to give to you.).

3. Super Affectionate

You love it when he comes home to you. You love it when he collapses into your arms and wraps his strong arms around you, swaddling you entirely with his warmth. You love when he takes you out with him -- takes you shopping, takes you on dates, takes you on grocery runs to get a brief moment of peace from his roommates.

Aki is nothing if not proud of his girlfriend. Though usually quite timid and stoic, he has no qualms about claiming you in public. (sometimes in a family bathroom stall, if it's one of those days). He'll walk around with his hand on your lower back, your waist, your hip, your ass -- whatever he can get ahold of to let the world know that you're his.

It's usually you who initiates the PDA. He's the one who runs with it.

It'll start with a kiss to his lips, his jaw, his neck, his nose. That's all it takes for him to be pulling you in for more, suddenly rather careless about who sees the two of you. He'll ask you for a kiss. Then another. Then another. Then one last one (it's a trap).

And you, being the lovestruck idiot that you are, you'll stand up on your tippy toes and give him all of the kisses you can muster.

At work parties, you're never far from him -- never out of his line of sight. He said something about his coworkers being "dogs", but you had yet to experience even a double glance in your direction. Being with Aki was like having a bodyguard.

He loves it the most when you sit on his lap. He'll pull you close to him by the waist, hugging your legs from where he's seated. He'll let you entertain his drunken coworkers for a few minutes, perhaps even a few comments from Denji about your looks, and then he'll tug you down to take a seat where you belong (in his lap. no one else's. his lap).

Your pretty face would flush for a moment, stuttering to find the words to continue what you had been saying. He didn't care about anyone else when you were around -- you made him needy. Still, he would hide his blushing face in your neck, your shoulder. Breathe in the scent of your expensive perfume, the scent of your skin that was so uniquely you.

Baby, he'd call you.

Princess, Mama, Angel face.

He couldn't keep the pet names away. It was what gave your relationship away to everyone to begin with, after all. It had been a small meeting with a few Devil Hunters, only two beers in, and you had handed him his third.

"Thanks, Baby," He murmurred, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head back. His eyes widened the moment he realized what he had done.

"Baby?" Himeno repeated.

"Baby?" Denji echoed.

"Like, an infant?" Power chimed in. Denji went to explain.

Aki sputtered profusely, hurried chants of, "Wait, wait--" leaving his lips. And you would just laugh, letting him feel the backlash from his coworkers.

"You are dating! I fuckin'-- HIC! -- knew it!" Himeno pumped her drink in the air. "You lyin' little shit."

Not like the way he looked at you didn't give it away from the beginning.

4. Way with words

He loves to spoil his girl. Not just with money (although he certainly doesn't hesitate to buy you whatever your heart desires, or to send you a couple thousand to treat yourself to something nice).

He spoils you with his words, with his saccharine tongue that overflows with pretty things the moment the two of you are alone.

"My pretty girl," He'll say. "Only mine. Only for me."

"Only for you," You'll say back.

He has a certain way with words. Perhaps it's the bluntness of it that makes you fall harder for him. He never hesitates to tell you exactly what's on his mind.

It's a whisper of, "I love you," against your cheek.

It's a grumble of, "Want you," while he leaves fleeting touches of your waist and hips.

And God, he knows how to talk your panties right off.

Lips pursed around a cancer stick, he'll breathe out everything you want to hear.

"'M gonna marry you some day," He'd say. "If I don't, I'll die trying."

"I love the way you look in that dress."

"Your eyes look so pretty."

"You take me so well, pretty."

Whoops. Did I let that last one slip out?

Well, then, I suppose that leads me to number 5.

5. Fantastic Lover

Aki is gifted in a multitude of ways. One of your personal favorites? His hands. His hands on your face, your chest, your lips -- his rough grip on your hips while he devours you.

He loves to spoil you with his attention. Sometimes, that means he'll have you clawing at the bed with anticipation before he even thinks about going faster.

"Can't rush perfection," he'd say.

And you'd tell him, "Shut up and fuck me."

He can't get enough of you. On the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter while everyone is still asleep -- he's addicted to the taste of you whenever he can have it. He loves the way you fall apart around him, around his tongue, hips jumping up to ride his face.

He's told you he'd die a happy man if you crushed him. You think that might be the truth.

His fingers are long and thick -- a little calloused, but none the less gentle as they press against your neck, as they slip into your needy pussy. He works you open like it's his job, effortlessly finding that spongy place inside of you that makes you gasp out for him, makes you clutch at his inky black hair as he leans in to give you an experimental lick.

You love his tongue. Devilish thing he is, he'll eat you out for his own pleasure -- until you're clawing at him, tugging the sheets off of the corners, leaving a trail of wetness on his fingers. He has this way of sucking and fucking you so divinely that you forget your name -- suddenly, the only one you can think of is his.

"Aki..." You'd whine. Quietly, still, but getting a little louder while you crept closer and closer to your peak.

"Quiet, Baby," He would hush you, adjusting your legs over his shoulders while he devoured you. "Don't want anybody to hear you, hmm?"

He'll eat you out until you're begging for more, pleading for him.

And then, if you've been good, he'll give it to you -- all of him, everything he has to offer. He'll pound you so far into the mattress that the next morning, when you get up to eat breakfast with him and his roommates, you can do nothing but avoid eye contact at all costs, limping into the kitchen and sitting down slowly (lest you hurt your tender back, the one he'd blown out).

"Rough night?" Denji had asked you once, munching on a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

You swallowed thickly, nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the way you were glancing between him and Aki, whose back was turned to the three of you while he finished cooking.

You scooped some eggs onto your plate, taking a bit onto your fork and shoveling it into your mouth (to give you an excuse to not reply).

But you'd be found out soon enough.

"Sure sounded like it," Power added, tilting her head at you. "Were you injured?"

Aki choked, but disguised it with a cough.

You quirked your brow. "No, why?"

Denji looked up at that, pausing to swallow before he gave his two cents. "You sure?" He asked (teasingly). "We could hear you crying out from down the hall."

You choked on your egg. Aki turned the stove off, whipping his head around to promptly whack Denji on the back of his head with the spoon he had just been stirring up eggs with.

a/n: hiiii! just a quick little drabble. i've been on a csm craze for the last week! (aki's been getting me through the week long period of grief that follows a brutal midterm week). feel free to request some more (reqs say closed but ill do it for my king aki....) who knows! if u guys like it enough (and maybe beg real nicely) i mightttt do another part (or publish this 45 page aki smut i've been sitting on lololosdjfkg). comment and reblog ur thoughts!! i love reading them.

comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

credits: idk the cover pic artist. If you know them, please let me know, so I can credit them properly for their work! I obviously do not own csm or anything related to it. please do not reproduce, copy, or translate my works anywhere. dont fk w me im a bruja.

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ csm hcs - little things about dating them

characters: aki hayakawa, denji, yoshida hirofumi

includes: devil hunter reader, lots of fluff, forgive me if denji and yoshida are a little ooc, written with male reader in mind

a/n: i think i'm gonna officially start writing for csm :)) i'm open to taking some csm reqs but they might take me a little while to finish so pls be patient with me !!

warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, mention of smoking

gn reader (they/them pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ aki hayakawa

— i see aki as pretty inexperienced

— he’s had crushes before but finding the gun devil and working in public safety makes it pretty hard to go out on dates

— you met when makima assigned you to be his new partner (to help him wrangle power and denji)

— aki’s very slow to trust, and even slower to have feelings for someone

— he’s overly professional when you first meet

— doesn’t talk much unless it’s necessary

— it takes a lot of effort to get to know him beyond his somewhat cold persona

— after enough time (and probably saving his life once or twice) he’ll relent and start to open up to you

— either you have to confess or you just silently start going out together and being more affectionate

— denji is nosy probably sparks the realization for aki

— “what’s going on with you and y/n anyway?”

— “what do you mean?”

— “you’re all soft around them. it’s gross”

— a few days of very deep introspection from aki later and he’ll randomly bring it up

— during one of your balcony talks aki will take a drag from his cigarette and then look over and go 

— “are we dating?”

— you shrug 

— “i’d like to be”

— and congrats you are officially aki hayakawa’s lover

— aki isn’t super affectionate but he’ll make an effort if you are

— he’s gonna be super awkward about it tho lmao

— incredibly stiff the first few times you cuddle or hug but he’ll warm up to it

— he’s never really done this before give him a break

— he’s very protective but in a more subtle way

— puts his body in front of yours, keeps you away from danger, lets denji and power take care of devils to tend to you

— ^they 1000% tease him about being whipped

— aki is very cautious about letting you take devil contracts

— he doesn’t want you to get hurt

— his love language is acts of service

— make him dinner before he gets home or wake him up with a freshly made cup of coffee and heart will go boom boom boom boom

— probably gets all flustered and then gets embarrassed about being flustered

— (if you smoke) he shares his cigarettes with you

— you take turns passing a cigarette back and forth

— late night talks together on your balcony are some of his favourite moments with you

⋆｡°✩ denji

— denji is INCREDIBLY inexperienced

— he spent most of his childhood alone with pochita, slaying devils for money whenever he could, and generally avoiding danger

— he’s seen attractive people before and probably had superficial crushes but he had never seriously considered dating someone

— until he met you

— you met when you were assigned to work with aki as a new recruit into public safety

— your relationship is pretty lighthearted and playful at first

— denji is very dense

— doesn’t really recognize his feelings as romantic until you ask him out

— you have to outright tell him “i want to date you” 

— he’s like “oh cool me too”

— congratulations !! you are now officially together

— denji’s affection is probably a little awkward at first

— he likes cuddling and being affectionate but he’s a little clumsy at how he goes about it

— his only frame of how relationships work is from manga and anime so expect him to try and replicate the tropes he likes with you

— it gets better with time though don't worry

— just don't tease him too much he's genuinely trying his best

— kiss him first and he’ll lose his mind

— his eyes get huge for a second before he smiles and kisses you this time

— during missions denji isn’t overly focused on safety 

— yours or his

— i mean he literally turns into a human chainsaw

— he won’t let you be seriously injured though

— afterwards he scolds you for being clumsy as he poorly tends to your injuries

— he doesn’t know how to do stitches and his way of helping is to press a bandage over everything and playfully kiss the wound afterwards but it’s the thought that counts

— denji isn’t used to being vulnerable

— he’s incredibly nonchalant when he talks about his childhood but he’s still human

— sometimes the weight of being a devil hunter really gets to him

— give him some space and let him come to you naturally

— he probably won’t talk about his feelings in detail 

— let him lay on your chest and play with his hair until he falls asleep 

— he’ll feel better when he wakes up

— emotional intelligence is not denji’s strong suit

— you have to bluntly tell him when he’s doing something wrong

— he’s quick to change though

— he's a little emotionally constipated and he can be a little clumsy with his words and affection but he does really love you

— he just wants the best for you

⋆｡°✩ yoshida hirofumi

— i think yoshida has some experience with dating, but nothing overly serious

— you met in class

— ^either through denji or just because yoshida happened to notice you

— he’s incredibly charming

— puts all of his effort into cracking dumb jokes so you’ll smile when you first meet

— the type to lean in super close so he can “hear you better” and let friendly touches linger just a little too long

— i honestly think he could go either way with confessing

— he wants to date you but he also relishes in seeing you so flustered around him

— if yoshida confesses, it’s pretty nonchalant

— might be romantic and give you a flower or something

— if you confess, yoshida will smirk the whole time

— probably leans back against a wall or something and just watches as you stumble your way through an explanation of how you have feelings for him

— when you finish, he tilts your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes

— does that thing again where he leans in super close just to embarrass you

— “i like you too”

— boyfriend acquired

— congrats :D

— yoshida is definitely a hand holder

— he’s always touching you in some way

— his hand on your thigh underneath your desks, your fingers intertwined when you walk through the hallways, his arm wrapped around your waist as he walks you home

— he refuses to work on missions without you

— he says it’s to “make sure you don’t do anything stupid” but you both know it’s because he worries about you

— also the type to scold you while tending to any of your injuries

— yoshida is affectionate, but only on his terms

— he likes to be the one to initiate physical contact

— in public, he loves bragging about your relationship

— pulls you closer if he catches someone staring at you, introduces you as his lover, follows you around and refuses to leave your side

— he’s a tease

— he cups your face with his hand, slowly leans in, waits for you to start getting annoyed, and then pulls you into a kiss

— always smiles against your lips

— he can’t help it, you just make him so happy

#csm fluff #csm x reader #csm x male reader #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x male reader #csm x you #csm x y/n #csm imagine #csm one shot #csm headcanons #csm drabble #csm scenario #aki x reader #aki fluff #aki x male reader #aki imagine #aki one shot #aki headcanons #denji fluff #denji x reader #denji x male reader #yoshida x male reader #yoshida x reader #yoshida fluff #yoshida one shot #yoshida imagine #denji one shot #denji imagine #yoshida drabble

[tired-biscuit]

your Denji piece got me MESSED UP AHHHH I need more. I need to know what kinks he has or what kinks you introduce to him that now constantly flood his mind when he’s deep inside of you. I need everyone to understand that even tho our man is a VIIIRRGGGIIIINNNN he’s thought about it so much, he’s read so many things, he’s watched too much porn, that HE KNOWSSSSS what he’s doing. He knows how to work his cock thru tight warm walls that just speak to him and HE SPEAKS BACK like- you got me hooked on this now.

—🐻

i think the only problem he'd have is enduring the overstimulation and getting to the end of it without busting a nut too quick because he'd still be rly sensitive.

like, he'd be overwhelmed even if he knows how the entire thing is supposed to go, you'd just feel so good; so warm and tight. the way your soft cunt accepts the goddamn entirety of his dick is too good for words, truly. he's seen porn but the real deal is insane. he just can't stop himself from bucking his hips and feeling more of you, going deeper, feeling you clench when he hits that gushy spot and then oops- he spills. like a fuckload of warm cum; right inside you. what a mess.

it makes his face burn crimson as he heaves, trying to catch his breath and whisper incoherent apologies. goodness, you can barely control yourself. he's just so fucking red and it's the cutest thing ever, especially as he worries that he had disappointed you.

but it's okay, because the praise kink he hasn't discovered he owns yet lights him right up and gets him going all over again as you kiss his sweat-riddled forehead and run your fingers through his damp hair, murmuring sweet reassurances while calling him a, "good boy"

and oh, holy fuck. that does it for denji.

he's ready to go again in mere minutes because of it, his blood so heated up it's boiling underneath his skin. judging by the look of fierce determination in his eye and the sudden strength when he presses you firmly into the mattress, you know that this time he's going to last until you're the one that's cumming too soon; turning into a hot mess he'll burn the image of into his memory forever.

he'll do just about anything to make you call him a good boy again.

(btw i also see corruption for him, orgasm denial, messy oral, biting kink cos i love his teeth okkkkkk, tit fucking, mommy kink!!!!! and light bondage. oh and food play, too!!)

#djsuxjsjsjs i love him sm u don't even know #he's just so cuteeee i wanna hug him #i'm so glad u liked the drabble btw i was worried cos i've never written for him before #🐻 anon #denji x reader #denji smut

[animekpopsimp]

Platonic Denji Drabble

Being Denji's younger sister who he really cares about, throughout the time both of you are homeless, your brother always puts you first. You eat first, he buys you new clothes first. Denji will do what it takes to make sure you're taken care of, even if it means not taking care of himself. You're the light in his life, the person that never fails to make him smile. Denji cherished you, more than he does himself.

When he becomes a devil hunter, not much changes. He's still solely focused on taking care of you when he's not busy. He's happy that he can take better care of you now, that the two of you aren't homeless anymore. Denji will do anything for you.

#x reader #anime #fluff #drabble #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #denji #denji x reader #denji x sister reader #x sister reader #chainsaw man drabble #denji drabble

[willowser]

i have this image of modern au denji saving you from a terrible date LOL

he works at some high-class restaurant with his tucked shirt and tie—a job that aki got him—waiting tables and occasionally cleaning dishes. and you're there, in a nice dress, on a second date with a man you don't really care for, that is a bit pig-headed about how much money he makes and worries way too much for how people perceive him. he's not bad, but the conversation keeps coming back to him and all his accomplishments and there's little he appreciates about you and suddenly you find yourself excused to use the bathroom.

except you just hide. around the corner, with your back pressed into the wall as you try to summon the motivation to get through the rest of the night. you don't know how you'll do it, really, until this guy is coming out of the kitchen to your left with a tray in his hands and he looks right at you, a little surprised that you're there, and then he smiles and nods. when he returns from dropping off his food, he comes to stand right beside you, leaning against the wall like he's not on the job, and he tells you—

"you look beautiful in that dress."

and you're floored ??? because who even ARE YOU ??? but he's so open and honest 🥺 and even if his face is a lil blushy, he just—says it. no shame. after spending the last hour with a guy you're not sure even remembers your name, it's nice to hear, and he's cute with his pretty, sparkly eyes and crooked smile 🥺

he can tell you're clearly not enjoying yourself, so he just nods to the kitchen at your left. "there's a door to the back, if you wanna ditch."

under normal circumstances, would you bail on your date? no, probably not, wouldn't have the guts, but there's something about this guy and his lil open mouth smile and unabashed goo-goo eyes that has you thinking fuck it. odd that a stranger would give you such a confidence boost, but now you wonder why you're subjecting yourself to some half-ass treatment, why you've been settling for guys like the man at your table.

you can do better than that—probably—and somehow this waiter is reminding you of your worth.

so you do allow him to lead you through the kitchen, and he couldn't care less about his coworkers staring at him, couldn't care less about the strawberry-blonde girl washing dishes that shouts, "denji, get over here and help me!"

you have this brief moment of panic once you get out into the alley that this is a trap you've fallen right into, but he—denji—just stands beside you on the sidewalk, staring down the road like he's watching for a cab.

"i don't—" embarrassingly enough, you're just now noticing how empty-handed you are. "shit, i don't have any of my stuff."

"oh," he shrugs, no problem. "i'll get it, you just find a ride. i don't have a license or else i would—y'know."

it's just so strange, that he's so giving. like he'd go out of his way to help you just because he can. not because he expects any money or for you to sleep with him, he's just—helping because he could. because he thinks you look beautiful in your dress.

he doesn't say anything about your date when he returns, just hands you your phone and jacket and wallet with his same lil smile. and you've got a taxi waiting with the door open and he just stands on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, making sure you get in okay, and the final straw is when he says—

"congrats on your job thing, by the way."

job thing, that you told your date about, who didn't even blink at your good news. wherever he was—denji—whatever table he was helping, and he still heard you.

you keep the cab door open, one foot in and—under normal circumstances, would you do this? probably not, wouldn't have the guts, but he's so—

"hey," you say, leaning against the doorframe with a smile that makes his face redder under the streetlamp. "what time is your shift over?"

and this guy—denji—just grins, already tugging at his tie. "whenever you want it to be."

#he's so sjfheuahba i wanna squish him #wanna kiss his lil face #this admittedly is a flaw he needs to work on but—denji will do anything for a woman LOL #aw aw and then you have this weird night with your waiter #you in a fancy dress and him in a baggy dress shirt #sharing ice cream too late in the night out on the streets #no responsibilities #i think he's a very 'say first think second' kind of guy #so he will openly be like WOW YOU'RE GORGEOUS !!! #is not trying to play it cool or hard to get #he's INTO YOU and he's not afraid to say it lmao #denji drabble #okay time to make a spot on my masterlist #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: denji

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — hi hi, pussy drunk!denji who has a habit of repeating and slurring his words when he fucks you.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, mdni 18+, aged up characters, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, kinda ?? forced orgasm, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, cumplay, no pronouns, reader has a pussy, afab!reader, denji fucks like a rabbit slay!!

“oh fuck…oh fuck baby,” denji whines into your neck, teeth making pointed indents against your skin as pins you to the sheets below. there’s no room for you to move underneath him, no room for him to pull out of your quivering cunt with every thrust— lewd squelching noises from his cock plunging deeper and deeper into you tangling with the kinetic energy dancing in the sex tainted air between your bodies. “i want’cha t’fuck me, want ya to fuck me. fuck me baby…please—oh god!”

nothing makes sense to the chainsaw devil when he’s doped up on your creaming pussy like it’s the best kind of drug you can offer to an addict. he’s too pussy drunk to realise that he’s the one fucking you, his balls slapping hard against your ass, pelvis smooshed against your sticky and puffy clit and his cock coated in a frothy mix of thick white cum. you’re so warm and wet, so inviting like denji’s dick has a home within your walls.

“i wanna get fucked, want this pussy sprayin’ all over me— wanna be covered your cum. please baby, fuck me,” denji slurs pathetically, brown eyes frenzied and eyelashes fluttering against your shoulders softly in contrast to the way he humps at your sex like he’s chasing his own lifeline.

maybe it’s his devilish appetite, maybe it’s the way you look so cute underneath him— skin shining with sweat and your eyes glassy and your lips swollen from all the kisses you’ve shared. whatever it is, you drive denji up the wall, have his cock twitching and leaking along your velvety insides, opaque white pouring from your tiny abused hole but only serving to make it easier from him to slip into you.

“d-denji!”

so that’s it, that’s the spot that makes you freeze up and your eyes roll back and your pussy squeeze down on him so tight you make him fill you up with another load— but that doesn’t stop denji, he’s not had his fill yet. “mhm…yeah, baby? y’like it like that?” he asks, gripping onto the headboard while anchoring you down onto his dripping rock hard cock. “you like it like that, don’t you? oh yes y’do, god you do.”

every roll of his hips is premeditated to give you the best pleasure, to have you selfishly lock him within the heaven of your salacious sex, to have you squirt so hard that you force him out of you until denji himself is forced to slap his seedy and sensitive cockhead against your clit so that he can cum again. he scoops up his orgasm, fucks it back into you and repeats the process so that you’re both trembling and overstimulated messes

because pussy drunk!denji has a tendency to repeat himself, until neither of you can go on any more.

#csm x reader #csm smut #denji x reader #denji smut #denji x you #denji imagines #denji drabble #denji thirst #csm imagine #csm drabble #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man thirst #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man imagine #csm denji x reader #csm denji smut #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted #chainsaw man drabble

[batterygarden]

more bf Denji hcs

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Afab gn reader; one small sex mention mdni , college age

He loves going to the park. And riding bikes and climbing trees and playing in snow—doing all the things he didn’t get to do in childhood due to his circumstances. You guys will go after dark to “avoid all the pesky kids gettin’ in your way,” as Denji puts it. You always end up on the swings, Denji trying to go super high to see if his foot can touch a nearby tree branch. He’ll ask you to sit on his lap while he swings since “it’d be better if we could go high together.” Then you immediately tumble backwards on top of him. 

Denji has to be taught the art of doing independent activities side by side. It’s just that everytime you walk in a room he’s all over you, he wants you to talk about what you’re reading, he wants you to paint his nails at the same time as yours, he wants to help you figure out your taxes (in theory). Parallel play has to be explained to him twice and slowly before he begins to understand. “Different activities next to each other…got it… but can we still be, like, touching?” 

Now he’s the king of playing video games with your feet on his lap and asking you real cutely if it should be “parallel play time” whenever you’re about to do something he deems boring. 

Denji comments more quickly and enthusiastically than any of your friends on your Instagram posts. “Aaaaauuugh you don’t know what ur doin to me😮‍💨😮‍💨”  “My jaw dropped so fast! 🤤🤤” “so GEORGUS!” “Took 🤲 my🧍🏼‍♂️breath🌬away🙊!” 

Revisiting the playing in snow thing, Denji originally hates winter. Old prejudice from having poor heating as a child. But once you introduce him to hot cocoa and building snow men and the extra cuddling it warrants, winter becomes his second favorite season (after spring). Askin’ you to take him sledding, holding hands in your pockets, ice skating—you name it, he is down. 

He’ll still find himself a little bitter on the first snowstorm of the year though. “God it’s cold. I think my nipples mighta just got hard.” “Fuck ooofff, Denji. But actually mine too.” “Wait really!” Then he’s grabbing at your chest to feel before you can stop him. 

He’s unbelievably touch starved. He always wants to be closer, he wants to be disgustingly close, he wants to be breathing the same air and sharing a single shirt at the same time close. So Denji is laying directly on top of you any chance he gets. 

He especially likes when you play with his hair, he thinks it’s cute how gentle you are. So when he doesn’t have you in his arms or when one of you isn’t suffocating the other full-body-style, Denji’s head will always find its way into your lap. He doesn’t have to ask before your fingers are combing through his messy strands, moving them out of his face and smoothing them over before they resume their permanent position over his forehead. It’s incredibly calming to him. 

But don’t think Denji won’t return the favor—he wants you to find his presence as comforting as he finds yours. So he becomes an expert on soothing physical touch; he observes what you like and what calms you down and he uses the hell out of it. Rubbing your back and massaging your hands at any opening, holding your shoulders when you seem anxious, moving your hair out of your face if it seems like it’s in the way. He’s not shy about PDA so his hands are all over you whenever you need them no matter the time or place. 

He’ll also reciprocate what he knows he likes back to you. He knows he likes his face on your chest so he’ll pull your face down to his. He likes his hair played with so he’ll carefully try and comb yours when you get out of the shower. He likes when you share your food so he’ll always offer you to try some of whatever he’s having. He likes when you cook for him… he’ll try to cook for you too. It’s a disaster but it’s the thought that counts.

He’ll definitely ask you to teach him to cook better. Food is a love language he wants to give, not just receive! He’ll put on your apron and ask you to walk him through it, tongue in his teeth while he stirs and pours and chops. It ends up more of a mess than it’s worth in your opinion, but he’s so proud you eat as much of it as you can with many compliments.

Speaking of compliments… this man Lives for praise. Please, please tell him you’re proud of him. It’s sweet the way he’ll take your advice on things and tell you all about it afterwards, blatantly begging for a kiss and a “good job!” Sometimes he’ll wait to tell you about his daily accomplishments till you’re cuddling at night, so it’ll be easier for you to hold him extra close and applaud his heroic efforts. Maybe you’ll even shower him in kisses like he’s not-so-secretly begging you to. 

Despite being perpetually horny, Denji manages to literally Never creep you out when it comes to sex stuff. 

He’s just so genuine and honest about it. It’s never a hidden motive; if his horniness is motivating him you will be the first to know. He is shameless when he’s trying to pipe and you know and trust that.

It still will catch you off guard sometimes though. You’ll be sitting on his lap each going on your phones, doing any casual activity that you’ve done together a million times before when he drops a “can we fuck rn please” and things pick up from there.

Denji loses whatever semblance of a filter he has when it’s just the two of you. You wouldn’t think that tiny handful of inhibitions he possesses would make that much of a difference when they’re gone, but they do. For example, letting you know every time his balls itch :(

Or he’ll make a real thoughtful face towards your tits for the longest time, then perk up saying “oh my god! You’re done with your period huh!” 

Denji will always answer any question you ask him truthfully, too. 

“Honestly… No, I don’t really vibe with your parents. I don’t know like they’re kinda weird.”

Denji will try and pick up your hobbies!! He will he will he will! Anything to spend more time with you. 

For example, painting. He really ends up liking painting with you. It’s cute how he turns from goofy and playful to serious artist mode once you two get into it, he really concentrates to try and make his work look good since he‘s always so impressed with the way yours turns out. He tends to sell himself short when it comes to artistic ability, but Denji’s actually so creative and capable; you always keep and cherish his paintings. 

He wants to get a tattoo ever since you mentioned how cool one of your mutual friends looked with their tattoos. But you’re the voice of reason, “Noo Denji I’m sure you would look hot but wouldn’t your regeneration make it pointless? Like what if you drink blood and your skin just ge-“ “You’re totally overthinking it. If it went away I’d just get it re-tattooed everytime. And now that I know you’d find it hot I gotta get one. Maybe somethin’ that reminds me of you…” “…” 

You’re eventually able to convince him to save the money and unnecessary pain and let you draw on him from time to time instead.

He does not know the lyrics to any songs and he will not attempt to learn. That’s all fine and good. But he still sings along to whatever’s playing constantly!! God it is your biggest pet peeve. The final straw before confronting him was singing “woman of fire” instead of “warm enough for ya” to Drew Barrymore by sza :/

link to denji sucking tits drabble mdni >:0

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#me carefully avoiding mentioning snowball fights when writing the winter stuff #csm headcanons #denji x you #chainsaw man drabble #boyfriend denji #bf denji #denji/reader #denji x reader #denji boyfriend headcannons #denji fluff #denji hcs #denji x reader fluff #chainsaw man x reader

[cyberstrm]

his only comfort

aki hayakawa x gn!reader

cws: hospitals, character death, swearing, angst

the buzz of the hospital was the only thing keeping you awake. if the noises from outside died down, you'd definitely fall asleep. then again, you were glad to be awake, you wanted to see aki wake up, to see his eyes open. you knew he was alive, but his unconscious self looked like a ghost, and you just wanted to see him awake again.

you were slouched forward onto his bed, your chin resting on the backs of your hands. you watched aki's chest rise and fall rhythmically, too afraid to look away.

his hand twitched suddenly, and you sat up. his eyes opened, and for a moment, before he realised where he was, he looked serene.

"aki." you breathed. he sat up shakily, rubbing his eyes. his black hair fell to his shoulders, and although this wasn't the time, you admired how much better it looked when it wasn't tied up.

"how much of the 4th division are alive." he asked. you winced.

"you, me, denji, power, that scared kid, and the guy with glasses. he resigned, though. it's just us and them left."

"fuck."

"i'm sorry, aki." you whispered. "it's so messed up, how we're the ones alive. apart from you, it should've been the rest of us. we lost good people."

aki said nothing as pearly tears glazed his cheeks. you stood up, assuming he needed time alone. knowing he was alive was enough for you right now.

you turned to go, but aki grabbed your sleeve.

"don't leave." he choked. "please."

"okay, okay. i'm not going anywhere." you said soothingly. "let me comfort you properly, budge up."

aki shuffled sideways and you got into the small hospital bed. he clung to you, as if you were about to float away. you and aki were close, but this was a first for intimate physical contact. if it weren't for the situation, you'd be over the moon at being so close to him.

he sobbed into your chest as you held him. he always cried whenever someone died, but never like this.

"shhh, aki. shhh."

"i'm sorry..." he croaked as he began to calm down.

"it's okay." you replied evenly. "i'm here."

"i'm so glad you're alive." his voice was strained with the effort of keeping in his tears. "i don't know what i'd do if i lost you."

you hugged him tighter and kissed his forehead, hoping to provide him at least some comfort.

"i don't know what i'd do if i lost you either, aki."

#hayakawa aki x reader #hayakawa aki #chainsaw man #aki x y/n #aki x you #aki x reader #hayakawa #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #imagine #drabble #fic #power #denji #chainsawman #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x you

[mikasluv]

WANTING A FEEL — DENJI !

⊹ content warnings: sfw, fem!reader, slightly spicy

⊹ synopsis: him begging to touch your boobs

⊹message! i haven’t read chainsaw man so his character might be off but i’ve been thinking about this all day so i wrote it

“aww just let me get a feel, please?” denji whined kneeling to your feet. you blankly stared at him, “stop that's disgusting.”

denji stood up, “ah sorry but just want a fee-” you shouted and punched him in the gut, “shut up!” he fell to the ground grabbing his stomach, “s..sorryyy..!”

“hmm…” you bent down and moved the hair out his face, “you know you’re kinda cute…”

you leaned down and whispered in his ear, “you can touch my boobs anytime you want~”

your hot breath hit his ear, lips inches away from it. denji perked up at this, “really..?” he whispered. you smiled at him and suddenly his lips were on yours.

your eyes fluttered open in surprise. you observed his expression the way his eyes shut tight and his cheeks became rosy red.

you pulled him in closer by the collar of his shirt and pressed your lips aggressively onto his. denji groaned, pulling away before staring into your eyes.

both of you breathing heavily against one another, and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“let me feel your boobs.” he smiled at you shyly. you laughed at him and placed his hand on your boob.

“squishy…” he squeezed your boob and planted a kiss on your cheek. “i wanna feel them again, by any chance i get!”

#sfw #cute #chainsaw man denji #denji #denji fluff #denji x you #denji x reader #chainsaw man drabble #drabble #anime #anime drabble #x fem!reader #denjixfem!reader #mika.drabbles

[gojou-violin]

| MINORS DNI |

| tw: twitter link - palming. male nipple play. male overstimulation. feet play. unprotected vaginal sex. breeding.

| a/n: i wanna make it clear i'm not into feet and usually i don't write about it, but it's an 8 min video and he's so cute, i had to write about this...

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he was the one to wake up first, his hands all over you, wandering up your shirt and down your pants. every morning he seemed to be horny. maybe it was your fault... you were indulging him every single time, and now it had become somewhat of a ritual for the two of you: he'd wake up, discover that he was hard as a rock, then play with you 'til you woke up and could get him off because it had to be you or else the rest of his day would be ruined. so he was the happiest man alive when you finally sat up, kissing him, tweaking his nipples, and wrapping your legs around his waist so that your ankles could hold his thighs apart while you finally touched him where he needed you most. oh, the whimpers... he was an angel on earth, the way he sounded. the way he'd whine and buck up into your hand, begging for more. the way he'd cry somewhat and tell you to stop teasing his tip because it was too sensitive. the way he'd spiral into breathless pleas because you wouldn't stop toying with his tip, not when you could get such an adorable reaction out of him for it-- and not to mention the way his stomach would tighten in shock every now and again to try and cope with the overstimulation. poor boy... perhaps the rough texture of your knee-high socks would suit him better. oh? what was that? it's still too much? ohhh....... it's okay, baby, you knew he could handle it. and for good measure, you'd tweak his nipples the entire time, too, just to make sure he was completely dumbed out and yours for the entire morning. your weekends were for sleeping in, after all, so you were a bit peeved that he'd woken you up so early; you couldn't let him get off so easily.

"please... please... let me fuck you... please... i'll do anything..."

"anything?"

"anything, mommy, please--"

so you took him up on the offer, letting him climb on top of you with his dripping tip at your entrance, and you told him that if he was going to fuck you, the only place he was allowed to cum was inside of you-- it didn't matter how sensitive he'd get. inside of you, or nothing at all. the offer was so enticing to him. not only did he get you, but he got to stuff you full, too? fuck, you were too good to him. he had to show you how grateful he was to you. he wanted fuck you so hard that you'd see stars.

so he did.

he fucked you in every position imaginable, his ego growing stronger every time you lost a bit of your own confidence in the way his cock would drag along your walls and his fingers would dance on your clit, urging you towards orgasms that you couldn't hold back on. he knew how to hold back, though. to please you, to service you, he held back every single time he was close, just so that he could get you there first and grin about it all the while. you were just so cute while his cock was sliding in and out of you, your moans turning to more desperate cries-- and he suddenly understood why you loved torturing him so much, because you were perfect when you looked and sounded exactly like that because of him.

"i'm close," he cooed in your ear, his hands holding steady on your thighs that were pressed up and apart so that he could fuck you as deeply as he could. "may i cum? please? wanna breed you so fucking bad-- please--"

you nodded desperately. "cum in me, baby, go on."

as he hit his peak, he rose out of his high inside of you, feeling how full you got, and then he stilled balls-deep to make sure it all stayed before pulling out, getting to watch as his cum slowly seeped out of you, a proud grin on his face.

he chuckled. "morning."

you pulled him in for a kiss. "morning, baby."

| characters: porco, akutagawa, atsushi, TANIZAKI, DENJI, zanka, sugawara, SHUGEN, choso, ITADORI, noritoshi, toge, YUUTAH, midoriya, yuri, furuta, juuzo, KANEKI, TAKIZAWA, ineka (jjk oc).

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[doniveatry]

'Bro god, I want a boyfriend..'

Bro You don't want a boyfriend, you want aki hayakawa

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[luvvictoria]

" Stupid jerks made us patrol until 11…" Power complains . You hum as you look over at Denji, you can see how tired he is. After all, this thing with the assassination thing is tiring for you all.

Slowly, their voices died down and you drifted off to sleep, even though you were curious to know what Denji said.

The next thing you know when you woke up, is that your head is on Denji's shoulder. He noticed you woke up.

" Doesn't it feel like, it's been a long time ? " You frown, not really understanding what he's saying. Denji peeks at you " How have you been ? " you let out an 'oh' put your head back on his shoulder " I've been fine, and everything's good " he hums " Nice to know…seems like you're doing well. "

You've known Denji before you two became Public Safety Devil Hunters. You had debts to yakuza he was working with, you met and the two of you just clicked together. You were getting along just fine at that time, but with years you've grow up and with your parent's death, you became a Public Safety Devil Hunter to get sweet revenge. You didn't hear anything about Denji since. But somehow, you meet again.

" I miss you… " he continues " It sucks that we can't be in the same division. " you hum in agreement. You wish you could be in the same division with him " But hey, at least I get to see you now ! " you smile softly, even if he can't see it " I'm happy I can see you again. " you say " We should really go out sometime ! " you look up at him, but he was already looking you " We still know each other and i don't stay far away from where you live. "

" Have you gone on any mission before this thing happened ? " you ask out of nowhere " Hm ? ah, I've been going on a few missions. Not that many tho . " you huff " like on 6 or 7, right ? " " Yeahh , I'm kind of okay with it , to be honest… the last couple of fights were wild…" you giggle quietly and close your eyes

" Hey , remember that one fight we had ? " you hum at his question " Are you talking about the fight we had with katana man ? " you look fully at him and, with excitement, he turns and looks at you too " Yeah ! And we let out that awesome combo ! " he talks completely amazed by what have you done by that time " I still bring it up time to time. It was such an accomplishing and satisfying moment ! " he giggles excitedly " And we were able to impress people who don't really get impressed that easily ! " you add with a smile on your face " That makes it even more cooler !! " he giggle again, but then lets out a sigh " I feel like everyone's been so serious recently… I don't know why… " the room fills up with silence " I think it's because of Makima. " Denji throws his head back, leaning on the wall behind you " I've ask multiple people what they think about her, if they think she's a nice person. Anndd, I've gotten mixed results. So I can't really make up my mind off of what other people think about her and to be honest, I don't know much about her myself…" and the room is silent again and he turns his head to you " All I know is that I can't wait 'till this Fiasco is over. "

Denji sighs again " So tell me " you look at him " How are you really doing ? " your face remains stoic but deep down, his question made you feel weird things in your stomach " I remember the last time we spoke to each other, you told me you were feeling alone. I'm not really an expert on emotions or feelings or… how to handle a situation, but the least I could do for you is to listen. " you look down at you feet " I wanted to tell you that day… to keep your head up. " he hugs you close to him by your waist, pulling you closer to him " Besides , you and me, we're always going to be close like this ! " he smiles and you chuckle. Denji knows you so well that you don't even need to say anything. He's just gonna figure out himself that there is something wrong. And to make you feel better he's going to talk with you like this. Balbering about life.

" Before I made it here, and reunited with you, and met everyone else, my life was kinda boring. I would always want to sleep, you know ? Sleeping off the trauma. " he awkwardly laugh " I don't want to sound sentimental but, this place, and everyone here… really means a lot to me. "

" I haven't told anyone this before but, I feel like in the past I used to hate my life. Nothing would ever make sense. I always wondered why am I so alone…is there any reason for why I'm alone, for why I have no one? But then…" you could feel his breath on your neck as he holds you even closer, he was kinda nuzzling om your neck " I met Makima, I met Power, I met other people, and I met you… " your breath hitches and you look at him, speechless yet, happy " And slowly… I started to be thankful for things I never knew I could apreciate. I guess that's the game of life. You don't know what cards life might give you…" Denji now looks at you, holding your shoulders. You were just speechless. You didn't know if that was meant to be a confession, or if he just wanted to make you feel better, but you felt butterflies in your stomach .

" I'm so glad that I never gave up… " he looks at you " And that you haven't either. " he smiles and hugs you tight to him. A hug you return, and hug his waist " We have to be there for each other. " he caresses your hair " There's always going to be some hard days… " he looks down at you " And just because we have people around us, doesn't mean that we still can't feel alone. " He really knows his way with his words " But when I'm with you… I never feel alone, I feel like you understan me the best out of all people " He was making you feel things. You grab his shirt tightly in your fist which, he noticed " Don't you worry. I'm not going anywhere " he now plays with your hair, stroking it " and I'm always going to be here for you, [name]. " you look up at him. Denji softly smiles and with his thumb he started caressing your cheek.

"… I love you "

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