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b1xi · 8 months ago

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𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙨—チェンソーマン

Aki Hayakawa x fem! Reader

I wrote this out of the blue while I was re-watching Chainsaw Man for what would be the second time, I hope you go watch the other episodes and enjoy them as much as I did, don't hesitate to give your opinion

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Leaning against the edge of your office desk, your hand moved almost automatically over the medical reports of the last patients you treated that evening. Your eyes, tired but focused, occasionally drifted toward the small television in the corner. On the screen, a man with a deep voice recounted the latest news about the demon attacks that had occurred in recent days.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled you, making the pen in your hand draw an unintended line across one of the pages you were reviewing.

"You're still here," your colleague remarked, his figure silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. There was a note of surprise in his tone, but also a hint of exhaustion. He leaned slightly against the doorframe before continuing. "Takahashi said you can head home now."

Without waiting for a response, he closed the door behind him, leaving you alone once again. You let out a long sigh, followed by a yawn that carried the accumulated weight of the day. Stretching your arms above your head, you eased some of the tension in your muscles and took a quick glance at the watch on your wrist. The hands showed 11:00 PM. It was time to call it a day.

With deliberate movements, you gathered your bag and keys, making sure to turn off the lights and leave everything in order. As you stepped outside the building, the cool, slightly damp night air greeted you. The city seemed quieter than usual, though the distant echo of sirens and the occasional murmurs of passersby were reminders that the nightlife never completely stopped.

Too tired to walk to the train station, you decided to call a taxi to get home. While waiting by the curb, your thoughts briefly returned to the words of the news anchor. The attacks seemed to be increasing in frequency, and although you didn’t show it, a latent unease stirred within you.

The taxi arrived within minutes. You stepped into the vehicle with measured steps and gave the driver your apartment address. From your spot by the window, you watched as the city lights slid across the glass, distorted by a thin layer of drizzle that had begun to fall. The streets, still damp from recent rain, reflected the glow of neon signs and streetlights, creating an urban landscape as melancholic as it was mesmerizing.

"Should I call Aki?" you wondered as you unlocked your phone and checked your message inbox. The empty screen greeted you with a familiar sense of void. "Maybe he forgot to let me know he got home. He’s probably exhausted," you thought, trying to soothe the faint pang of unease in your chest. You leaned your back fully against the leather seat, letting the gentle rumble of the moving vehicle ease your tension.

The ride was short. You thanked the taxi driver before stepping out, feeling the cool air and drizzle brush against your face. Digging through your bag, you found your keys and used them to unlock the building’s door. As you entered your apartment, silence enveloped you, broken only by the faint hum of appliances and the distant noise of the city.

You removed your shoes and placed them neatly by the entrance. Your eyes, adjusting to the dimness, scanned the familiar space. The small living room connected to the kitchen was dimly lit by the reflections from neighboring apartments. That soft light gave the space a strangely tranquil feeling, though not entirely welcoming.

As you turned toward the door, your eyes caught a detail you hadn’t noticed when you came in: Aki’s keys were hanging in their usual spot by the frame. A wave of relief washed over you. "He’s home," you thought, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You knew all too well how demanding Aki’s job was. As a demon hunter for Public Safety, his life was constantly at risk, facing creatures that defied human comprehension. But it wasn’t just his fight; as his partner, you shared the burden of uncertainty and the dangers that loomed over him daily. It wasn’t an easy role to take on, but you did it because, in the end, he was also fighting for a better future for both of you.

You crossed the living room with measured steps, the echo of your footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. Reaching the hallway, you paused for a moment to consider your next move. "Maybe I should sleep in my old room tonight," you thought, remembering that Aki, after a long day of work, deserved to rest without interruptions.

With that thought in mind, you began to undress, setting aside your clothes from the day and staying in just a sleeveless shirt and your underwear. Opening the door to your old room, you were greeted by the slightly stale air, along with the familiarity of a space you had mostly abandoned since you and Aki started sharing more than just an apartment.

A soft smile formed on your lips as you let your gaze wander around the room. Memories of how your relationship began flooded your mind—a mix of sweetness and a certain ridiculousness that still managed to draw a quiet laugh from you. Before Aki became something more, he was just your roommate, and long before that, he was a patient who could barely bring himself to speak to you.

The first time you met him, you were still an intern with little time at the hospital. You had been assigned a simple case: a young man with a relatively minor abdominal injury, though still serious enough to warrant care. Reviewing his file, you discovered he was a Public Safety worker.

"Hello, Mr. Hayakawa," you greeted in a professional but kind tone as you pulled back the curtain separating his bed from the others.

The young man with black hair and blue eyes glanced up slightly, nodding without saying a word. His expression was marked by exhaustion and, perhaps, pain.

You approached carefully, holding his file in one hand and disposable gloves in the other.

"I’m going to check your wound. Would you mind reclining a bit more so I can get a better look?"

Without a word, Aki adjusted himself with deliberate movements, his rigid posture betraying a hint of discomfort. You tried to start some casual conversation while you worked—an attempt to distract him from the pain and create a more relaxed atmosphere—but he barely responded. It was clear he preferred silence, a barrier that, at the time, you assumed wouldn’tbe easy to break.

From that day on, Aki became a frequent patient during your shifts. He would return again and again, with minor injuries that any hunter with his experience could have handled at home. However, you never questioned him, and it certainly never bothered you. There was something about his visits—about that quiet connection between the two of you—that began to feel intentional. Over time, you realized you were complicit in that interest, faint at first but seemingly growing with each encounter.

One random Sunday night, you were sitting on the floor of your small apartment, surrounded by boxes of your belongings. You had made the difficult decision to move in order to cut expenses. Things weren’t going well at work; your salary barely covered your needs, as most of it went toward the medications and treatments for your parents, who had been struggling with health problems for months. The weight of responsibility was suffocating, and though you tried to keep your head high, it was clear you needed a change.

A colleague at the hospital had suggested the idea of finding a roommate. At first, you hesitated, but the logic behind the proposal was sound. With a job as demanding as yours, you barely spent time at home, so sharing a space with someone else didn’t seem like a burden. Splitting expenses would be a relief for your finances, allowing you to focus on your obligations without worrying so much about rent.

After days of searching, you found a promising ad: a small apartment, not too far from central Tokyo. The photos showed a clean, cozy place, ideal for someone with your lifestyle. The information about the person renting it was sparse, but you didn’t detect anything suspicious or alarming in their profile. You made the decision quickly, filled out the necessary forms, and scheduled a meeting with who would be your future roommate.

What you never imagined was that person would be Aki Hayakawa.

When you saw him for the first time at the apartment entrance, the surprise was evident on your face. Aki, with his serious demeanor and the reserved gaze you remembered so well from his visits to the hospital, stood in front of you with the apartment keys in his hand. He seemed equally startled upon recognizing you, though his expression remained stoic, as was typical for him.

“You?” you asked, unable to stop a small laugh from escaping your lips.

“I guess we’ll be roommates,” Aki replied in his usual tone, though a faint curve at the corner of his lips hinted at something resembling a smile.

That was the beginning of an unexpected coexistence. What started as a practical solution to your financial troubles soon became a complex relationship, filled with shared moments that brought you closer than you ever thought possible. Aki, the quiet and disciplined man you had first met as a patient, became a constant in your life, defying all your expectations and, before you realized it, becoming much more than just a roommate.

You shook your head lightly, trying to dispel the memories that, while beautiful, wrapped you in a warm sense of nostalgia. Two years together had left an indelible mark on your life, filled with moments of affection and complicity. However, now was not the time to get lost in those memories.

You walked toward your room but stopped abruptly when you stumbled upon a small pile of sheets and old clothes carelessly left on the floor, not far from your bed. You frowned, briefly assessing the mess, but decided to postpone dealing with the heap of textiles for another time. "Tomorrow," you thought with a tired sigh.

With a resigned gesture, you let your body sink into the mattress, old but still comfortable, that had endured more sleepless nights and wandering thoughts than you could count. The weight of the day began to fade away slowly as you closed your eyes, letting the silence of the night settle around you.

But tonight, exhaustion overcame even your most persistent thoughts. You allowed yourself to surrender to sleep, hoping that, upon waking, you would find Aki in the kitchen with a cup of coffee already prepared, as he always did whenever you came home late.

However, the morning brought a scene you hadn’t anticipated. The soft murmur of movement in the living room was what first caught your attention. Stepping out of your bedroom, your eyes landed on the sight of a young man, about 16 years old, sitting at the dining table. His relaxed and carefree demeanor contrasted with the chaos of snacks scattered across the table as he spread an absurd combination of every available jam onto a single slice of bread.

You blinked, confused, before noticing Aki standing in the kitchen with his back to you, inspecting something at the sink. You walked toward him quietly, placing a hand on his back to get his attention.

“Good morning,” you greeted softly, the affection in your voice unmistakable.

wasn’t going to be as simple as you had initially thought.

Denji continued eating without much concern, as if his presence in the apartment wasn’t particularly odd. You watched as he wiped the remnants of jam off his fingers, seemingly oblivious to the slight tension in the air. There was something behind his carefree attitude that didn’t quite add up, but you weren’t sure if you should press further.

Finally, after a few moments of awkward silence, you decided to steer the conversation into smoother waters.

"I'm Aki's girlfriend," you said softly, breaking the silence without wanting to come across as distant or uncomfortable. "Denji, tell me more about yourself," you added kindly, looking at the boy.

It wasn’t every day that a boy his age, seemingly without family, ended up in your home. And while it wasn’t in your nature to be overly curious, the situation was unusual. If he was going to live there, you at least wanted to understand a little more about his story.

Denji, unbothered, let out a sigh before responding in a somewhat monotone voice.

“Well, I’m Denji… I’m 16… and, uh, that’s pretty much it,” he said, as if there wasn’t anything else worth mentioning about his life. Seeing that you weren’t reacting much, he added, “Oh, wait. I work as a devil hunter, thanks to Miss Makima.” He returned to licking the jam off his fingers with the same nonchalance.

"That’s it..." you thought, unsure if he was being sincere or just uncomfortable talking about himself.

Standing up calmly, you walked over to Aki and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. The small gesture, filled with affection, was enough to convey what you couldn’t put into words.

"I have to get to work," you said softly before heading toward the bathroom. The routine of the day quickly took hold of you, and as you got ready, your thoughts drifted. Denji’s presence in the apartment, under Aki’s watchful eye, left you with a faint unease, but you knew there wasn’t much you could do about it.

When you stepped out, the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of lunch that Aki was calmly preparing. Denji was still in the living room, engrossed in the letters of a newspaper. You watched him for a moment; he seemed like a child, despite everything surrounding his life. He murmured to himself as he pieced together the words on the page, completely absorbed in the task as if it were as ordinary as breakfast.

Before leaving, you walked over to Denji, offering a slight smile as you said goodbye.

"See you tonight. Bye, Denji," you said with a light smile.

Denji, without looking up from the paper, barely raised his hand in a distracted wave, his response as fleeting as his focus.

Aki, who was already near the door by then, picked up your keys and coat without a word. The gesture, though simple, spoke of his quiet concern for you.

“See you tonight,” he said softly, helping you into your coat and leaving a warm kiss on your lips—a kiss he always gave you, imbued with a tenderness that made you feel safe, as if nothing in the world could take you away from him.

“See you tonight,” you repeated, savoring his closeness for a moment longer. You hugged him briefly, pulling him toward you by his shirt, seeking that comforting connection. The feeling of having him so close calmed you, but before stepping away, you added in a softer tone, “Be kind.”

You looked at him, knowing exactly why you said it. Aki, while deeply loyal and protective, could be somewhat curt, especially with those he didn’t know well. You knew that with Denji, his attitude could be even colder, even if, at the end of the day, the boy was still just a child.

Aki furrowed his brow slightly at your words, but his expression softened almost instantly, a sign that he understood the concern hidden behind your suggestion.

“I will,” he replied, his eyes fixed on yours, though there was a hint of hesitation that quickly disappeared. Then, he leaned toward you once more, placing a final kiss on your forehead—a silent gesture of affection—before you walked out the door.

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lllunaverde · 21 days ago

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𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 & 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐢

you and kobeni like each other

CW: 1.6k wc. nsfw. NOTES: please always read my general rules first. reposting my old works. ©lllunaverde, may 2023

There you both are again, stealing glances at each other, unbeknownst to both of you. Chances of the two of you not meeting; because of time and how too wary to indulge yourselves too much that you'd get caught.

Adorable to say the least. Like teenagers in the school hallways. Maybe even literally because of how long it's been going, too shy to approach one of you. Hearts always seeming to explode when even only within proximity.

But if anything, Kobeni was more of a mess between the two of you. Her usual anxious self only doubled when she met you. Ah, of course, when you first met each other, how cute it was, too. Clumsy as she was, she bumped into you just as she got her ice cream where she usually goes to after work. The utter terror she felt when she saw the cold dessert on someone's body and it was you. Deemed familiar as she managed to have some strength to look at the person she bothered in the eyes. The same terror just made more worse when she remembers who you are; different group but in the same division.

What had she done? But that went away too suddenly when your gasp from surprise turned to laughter, frantic at taking off the cream on your shirt with your handkerchief. "I am really sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." That truly shocked her more because she was sure that it was she who was at fault. Kobeni only stood there wordless, looking at you with anxious eyes that you see and there you smiled assuringly. "Please, it's fine. It was really my fault and I wasted your ice cream, so please let me make it up to you." Gracious as you fixed yourself up and assured her. She couldn't turn down such an offer when you were so kind and agreeing would be the least she could do to make it up to you as well.

Uttering only the littlest of yes, you ordered the same she got earlier and to her disappointment; you bid goodbye and apologized again before she could at least gather some courage to ask you to join her and treat you. Leaving the poor girl so utterless and disappointed after being so fazed by your sweetness. The ice cream she eats that you gave to her was engraved with your being, taste of it she'll be looking for more.

Hope and anticipation high when going to work the next day and it's not wasted when she does see you. Her eyes glimmer with breath hitching. How has she missed you before? But that was it now and her attention from you wouldn't be far away from you since then.

How unaware she was that you were in the same predicament, the same clueless you are of hers.

Though however quite exciting it is, it became.....dragging. Expecting to have some difference by now. Well....mostly Kobeni.

So choosing to risk her dignity, so as she believes, she muster the spine to finally talk to you. With the sundown coming through, work was done. Bidding goodbye to her group for she knows you were still in the place and there she has a chance of having to meet you alone. And she does, with her walking a bit too apprehensively towards you, eyes on each other, you walked to her as well.

"Hello," you say with a hesitant smile, different from the one you wore when you first met. She wonders why.

And she only stares at you while she realizes you're looking at her with urging eyes. "Oh! uh," she squealed, making you purse your lips, smile so evident. You couldn't believe where this was going. Anticipation high, you let it unfold. "I...eh...w-would you let me treat you to an ice cream...sometime?"

There you let your smile let loose and such a bright sight it was. But the answer she got was much more brighter.

"Is now a good sometime?"

The moment couldn't be more....lovely. The sun setting with the wind in favor as well, side by side to have some treat. Though both quiet as shy, it was comfortable. Until you had your treats in your hands and walked together again. Enjoying the presence of each other as you eat, nothing but the bustling sounds of the city, until Kobeni breaks the silence in between by asking to walk you home and of you, answering her. Then silent you both became again until you reached your home, smiles that have never gone when you made yourselves seen.

"I hope to treat you next time."

What a dance it became. Everyday after work, it was either have your ice creams or just walk home together. Either way, both of you were just happy to spend time together. All that while you both were slowly opening up to each other, silence far off replaced with buoyant conversations.

....But even so, feelings were still kept. Overflowing as it wouldn't be let out. And of course, she couldn't take it anymore. Suffocating she found it to be; the attention of others onto you while she has to bear it from afar or even near. Their hands on you time to time while she couldn't even lay a finger on you. And of you being as you are to her, while her want has been running nonstop in her mind. Suffocating it was.

And because it seemed like you weren't going to do something about it soon, she figures she'll do you the favor. Confidence found by being outweighed by want, need.

And Kobeni did that by stopping you when you're walking together, confusing you but she only looked at you with decisive eyes, and that really confused you more, and right you were to be for she never felt this determined over something--that something was tasting your favorite ice cream on your very own lips.

The said ice cream fell on the concrete as you gasp with eyes wide, frozen there while Kobeni made herself closer, putting a hand on your cheek and the other on your back. Savoring the taste of the treat on your lips, your soft and wide body on her small one. Even more as you got over of your shock and reciprocated her action; the rest of anything surrounding you was nothing as your lips danced together.

Needy and impatient. The kiss ended up of you two in your apartment. Though even so desperate, shyly was how you take your clothes off, trembling limbs with eyes on each other before it trails to admire your bodies. Kobeni with her petite figure, ivory skin flushed, little breasts to her cute patterned bra matching with her panty. Her hair out of its tie, how dainty she was in your eyes. With you so beautifully different from her and she can't wait to sink in you.

Kobeni walks to you, her hands grazing you. "So pretty," she murmurs as you ease to her touch, hands fondly all over the flesh she can put her hands on. Your hums only encouraging her to groping you, turning your hums into moans, thighs rubbing together.

Kobeni was more than pleased to see she can make you feel like that, but she can't say that she's very sure of where to go next and frankly, you were the same. But to speak that it was both your first time was gratifying. Leading eagerness to take over to explore yourselves.

From shy touch of lips and hands to ending up being on each other, counts exposed to both your faces. Kitten licks, slicks easily sticking to tongues, then what began fleeting pleasures turned into hunger as your kissing each other so fluidly now. Lewd sounds of slurping and sucking, in sync with moans.

Then with the continuous ministrations on each other, Kobeni surprised you with landing a hard spit on your cunt, thick and hot, you fell it drip along with your slick before going down on you again; more harder than you as she had you now grinding your hips, cunt dragging against her face. Frail hands proving itself to be so much otherwise by how strong she was digging down her fingers in your inner thighs. Trying your best to not lose focus on giving her pleasure by how hard she was giving it to you.

With you trying to match her hungry pace and it seems like it was working as she was bucking her hips down to your face. Your hands spreading her cheeks, gripping it as well to guide her move. Like puzzle pieces you were, moving against each other so greatly and the same feeling it was, that not sooner you both had your release. But even when you yourself seemed to be worn out already, Kobeni didn't stop on eating you up, licking your cum all over, threatening you to look for some pressure on your cunt again.

Trying to catch up to her, that was how it was. Sloppy and fast movements of tongues on your mouth once again, to having your cunts pressed so tightly against each other. Kobeni on top of you, hands held as you grind your hips, cunts kissing one another, lighting a strong fire that wants to explode.

Kobeni, dazed with not only the feeling of her heat drenching down with your soaked own, puffed folds on hers--but with watching your fat jiggle, stomach rolls folded, breasts hang low and bouncing.

Captivating was all of you. How she missed you. And truly, she won't ever let you stray away.

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mrscorcoran · 3 months ago

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The night does not belong to god Chapter 6: Euclid

Denji x Reader (Chainsaw Man)

What he deserves. Periodt.

FINAL CHAPTER

Things really do get NSFW from here

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“That’s… holy shit.” He blinked up at you, mouth slightly open. “That’s so… hot.” The last word came out on an exhale, almost reverent, like it was blowing his mind that he could be the one making you feel like this.

You couldn’t help the smile that curved your lips, equal parts affection and amusement. That stunned look in his eyes. He looked up at you like you were a miracle.

“Hell yeah,” you murmured, brushing your lips to his in a kiss that was sweet but loaded. “Good job,” you whispered into his mouth, your voice quiet and warm.

Denji shivered under you like your praise had gone straight to the center of him. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. “I’m not dreaming, right? You’re not gonna vanish or something?”

You chuckled, brushing your nose against his. “Nope. Still here.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Okay. Okay. Cool. Coolcoolcool.” He blinked like he was trying to reboot his brain, his fingers twitching where they still rested on your skin. “So… uh… now what?”

You looked him in the eyes. “Now you can slip a finger in,” you said gently, trying to keep your voice steady even as the words made your own breath catch. The intimacy of it, the trust, it was dizzying.

He froze for a second, eyes wide. “A finger. In.” He nodded to himself, like he was repeating instructions before skydiving. “Yeah. I can do that. I think. Shit, I really hope I don’t mess this up.”

“You won’t,” you said, your tone reassuring. “I’ll help.”

With your guidance, his hand moved. His fingers were shaky at first, slow, unsure, but careful, so incredibly careful, like you were made of something precious. When he finally followed through, easing a finger inside, he let out a ragged noise that sounded like the wind had been knocked out of him.

“Fuuuck…” he whispered, his brows scrunched like he was trying to do math and feel everything all at once. “You feel… I don’t even know how to say it. Warm. And soft. And- God- I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

His awe made your chest ache. “That’s perfect,” you whispered, brushing your hand down his arm.

You told him to add another finger, and he obeyed without hesitation, mouth parted, eyes locked on you like he was watching a sunrise. Every noise you made lit him up inside, made his hips twitch, his breathing stagger. And when you said, “Try curling them,” he did, and your reaction, how your body arched into him, made his mouth fall open in amazement.

“I did that?” he breathed, stunned. “That was me?”

You nodded, letting out a soft, needy sound that only made his fingers move with more focus, more confidence.

He was watching you like you were the only thing that existed in the world. “God, you’re so hot,” he blurted. “Like, insanely hot. And the noises you make- fuck, I wanna hear those forever.”

You laughed softly, breathless, charmed by how overwhelmed he sounded. His name on your lips made him visibly shudder.

Then, gently, you asked, “Denji, you wanna learn to use your mouth?”

His fingers paused for a heartbeat.

“You mean like…” he blinked, mouth dropping open slightly, “…right now?”

You bit your lip, suddenly unsure. “Only if you want to. No pressure.”

He stared for a beat, clearly stunned. Then he gave a nervous laugh, voice still trembling. “Shit… you’re serious…” He looked a little breathless, a little terrified, but in a good way. “Hell yeah, I- I wanna, I just… I’ve never, y’know, but if it’s you- if you’re okay with it- I wanna try. I wanna learn everything if it’s with you.”

There was that raw honesty again. That softness underneath the chaos. He looked up at you, flushed and breathless and burning with need.

Something in your chest twisted at the way he said it. There was no filter on Denji, no games. Just that unshakable, clumsy, aching need in his voice. And it wasn’t just about the sex. You knew that now. This was him laying himself bare, giving himself to you, no hesitation.

Your breath caught in your throat. Suddenly, it hit you like a punch to the gut, how long had he looked at you like this? How many moments had you brushed past, chalked up to Denji being Denji, too focused on surviving to even stop and see it?

God, even Power had clocked it before you. “Love-struck loser,” she’d said.

You hated that she was right. But more than that, you hated that you hadn’t realized how much you wanted this, wanted him.

Your heart was pounding, your vision blurred. And for once, you didn’t think, didn’t overanalyze, didn’t stop yourself.

You surged forward and kissed him, desperate, deep, real. Not for control. Not for show. Just need. Raw, stupid, unrelenting need. Not for what he was doing to you, but for him. For his stupid, messy heart and the way he looked at you like you were worth the world.

Because this wasn’t about just giving him something.

It was about wanting something, too.

Wanting him.

You pulled back just enough to breathe, nodding once, breathless. Then you slipped off his lap, your body still tingling with aftershocks of the moment, every nerve alight. You moved on instinct, like your body knew what to do even if your brain hadn’t caught up.

You sat at the edge of the bed, your legs a little shaky as you leaned back against the sheets.

“Kneel in front of me,” you said softly, your voice steadier than you felt.

Denji didn’t even hesitate. He slid off the bed and dropped to his knees like… like he wanted to be there. Needed it. His hands found your hips instantly, holding on like he thought he might float away without you to anchor him.

His eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed, and he looked up at you like you were a sunrise and he didn’t want to blink and miss it.

You brushed his cheek with your hand, tender. “Okay,” you whispered. “Just like before… but with your mouth this time.”

Denji blinked slowly, like it was taking a second for the words to reach his brain. “With my- oh.” He swallowed hard. “Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I can do that.”

A nervous laugh bubbled out of him, but his grip on your hips didn’t waver. “Shit, I’ve never done this before. Like, ever-ever. So if I suck, just… tell me. Or, y’know. Teach me again.”

You smiled, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Of course.”

He let out a shaky breath, and then leaned in. Slowly. Tentatively. But with that same open-hearted need in every motion, like he wasn’t sure what he was doing but wanted to do it right- for you.

And god, was it endearing. The way he listened to every little sound you made, adjusted to every twitch of your hips.

No experience. Just instinct. Just you.

Your breath hitched, a sharp jolt of pleasure rocking through your core. “Oh my god, fuck, like that,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his wild hair, tugging lightly to guide him.

He moaned at the sound of your voice- high and wrecked and saying his name like that- and the vibration against your skin made your thighs tense around his head. That one moan from you was all it took. His brain fizzled out. Gone. Erased. The only thing that existed now was you. Your taste, your voice, your body reacting to him. It sent a thrill through him so strong it was like someone flipped a switch inside him.

He didn’t know what he was doing, but hell if he wasn’t going to figure it out.

He kept going, messy and eager, chasing your reactions like they were some kind of secret code. The way you gasped. The way you tugged his hair tighter when he hit a good spot. The way your hips moved without you even realizing it. Every time you responded to him, it was like a fire lit under his skin.

"Now, you can stay there at the top," you managed between moans, voice strained and trembling. "It’s more than enough. But you can also go lower… that feels good too."

There was a tiny pause, like he needed a second to let your words make it through all the white noise in his head. And then, just like that, he got it. His eyes widened slightly, and he gave a quick little nod like, Okay. Got it. I’ll do both.

He adjusted without hesitation, driven by nothing but instinct and this hungry need to make you feel everything. And when your body jerked at the change, when your breath caught in your throat like you couldn’t even form a word-

He nearly lost it.

“Shit,” he breathed against you, more to himself than anything. “This is insane…”

His whole body was tight with heat, hands clutching at your thighs like they were the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth. Your taste, your voice, the way you kept saying his name like it was something sweet, it was making him dizzy, making him drunk on you.

"Fucking hell, you’re good," you gasped, voice raw and wrecked.

Denji froze for just a second, like your words short-circuited his brain. Then a slow, satisfied noise rumbled out of him, half moan, half hum, and he dove back in with even more desperation. That praise? It was everything. It made his whole chest clench with pride, made him want to go harder, better, give you more. He didn’t even realize he was moaning into you every time your fingers tightened in his hair. He was so far gone.

You were trembling under him. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. He wanted to make you come apart in his hands, make you need him the way he needed you- completely, recklessly, stupidly.

And then-

"Alright, alright, come here," you panted, reaching down, gently tugging him back by the hair.

Denji blinked, dazed. Lips wet, face flushed, eyes wide and confused. He looked like he’d just woken up from a dream, one he didn’t want to leave.

“H-huh? Wait… what’d I do? Did I mess up?” His voice cracked, breath ragged as his hands stayed planted on your thighs, like he didn’t want to let go just yet. His face scrunched up, trying to understand. He looked at you like you held the answer to everything.

"Nothing," you said softly, reaching to cup his face, stroking along his jaw. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Denji leaned into your touch immediately, eyes fluttering shut for a second like he was trying to hold onto the warmth of your hand. He looked so relieved.

“I just want to show you something else.”

His breath hitched.

“Something else…?” he echoed, a little breathless, pupils blown wide. There was that look again, equal parts curiosity and desperation. “Shit… okay. Okay, yeah. Yeah- what, uh- what is it?”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you opened your arms.

"Come here."

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Denji practically launched himself into your arms, crawling up onto the bed like his life depended on it. He pressed into you without hesitation, melting against your body, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He was still trembling, still buzzing with adrenaline and awe and the leftover burn of desire, but this, this, felt like safety. Like home.

His heart was pounding against yours like a war drum, but his voice was quiet, muffled against your skin.

And then you kissed him.

Not soft. Not sweet. Not like some dumb movie kiss. This one was messy. Desperate. Something wild finally broke loose in both of you. Your fingers twisted into his hair, yanking him closer, and he moaned into your mouth, helpless against it, against you.

And the taste- you. Him. The way it lingered on your lips, the echo of everything you’d just done, it was enough to make his head spin.

You pulled back just enough to breathe, your lips brushing his, your hands already sliding down to the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Remove these,” you whispered.

Denji swore under his breath, voice catching in his throat. The way you said that? Yeah, that was gonna live rent-free in his brain forever. His hands scrambled for the waistband, fingers fumbling like they didn’t know how to work anymore. He barely got them off fast enough, hips lifting off the bed as he shoved the sweats down, kicking them away.

Now he was just… there. Bare. Exposed.

And somehow, that didn’t scare him.

Because when he looked up at you, saw the way you were staring at him, like he was something you wanted, it was like the whole world stopped spinning. For once, he felt seen. Wanted. Chosen.

There was something so gentle in your eyes, even with how wild this all felt.

“I think the next part’s pretty intuitive,” you murmured with a playful little grin.

He huffed out a shaky laugh, cheeks flushed as hell. “Y-Yeah,” he said, swallowing hard, his fingers ghosting over your waist. “I think I can, uh… figure this one out.”

Then you paused, and your voice softened.

“We can stop if you don’t wanna…”

That hit him like a gut punch.

Denji froze above you, arms trembling where they held him up on either side of your head. His whole body was buzzing, from nerves, from the heat pouring off your skin, from the weight of what this meant. He wanted this. He wanted this. More than anything. But you were giving him a way out. That meant everything.

He kissed you, hard, just to say yes. Just to say thank you.

And when he pulled back, he was shaking. His lips were swollen, his eyes wild and searching your face like he needed to make sure- make sure this was still real, make sure this was still okay.

“Can I...?” he asked, voice small, barely above a whisper.

“Yes.”

That one word? It unraveled him.

Denji let out a ragged breath like he’d been holding it in for years. His whole body shook as the tension bled out of him in waves, and something raw cracked open in his chest. You wanted him. You wanted him.

So he let go.

He sank down, pressing himself against you, the heat of your skin lighting him up all over again. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, and he breathed you in like oxygen, like if he didn't, he'd collapse. His voice trembled against your ear.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and he meant every damn word. Not just your body. You. The way you looked at him like he was more than a devil dog. Like he mattered.

“I want you so bad…”

The words slipped out, honest and heavy and burning.

You shivered under him. “Go slow, so you don’t hurt me,” you murmured, voice low but clear.

He nodded fast, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Yeah, I got you. I’ll be careful,” he breathed, his voice rough and low like gravel. “I swear.”

He shifted, lining himself up with you, heart slamming so hard in his chest it felt like it might crack his ribs. His forehead pressed against yours, just for a second, just to anchor himself, to feel you.

And then, slowly, carefully, he pushed forward.

His whole world shattered.

A broken, choked moan ripped out of him as his head dropped against your chest. His body shook like a live wire, every nerve ending lighting up at once. He felt everything, the heat, the tightness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely surrounded by you, consumed by you.

And it was you. You.

He wasn’t just inside you.

He was yours.

“F-Fuck-” Denji’s voice cracked, high and broken, a whimper slipping out before he could stop it. His body was shaking so hard it felt like his muscles were coming undone one by one. He was barely inside you, just the start of it, and already he was unraveling fast.

He buried his face in your neck, trying to hide how much this was wrecking him.

Then your fingers slid into his wild, sweat-damp hair, tugging gently. “That’s good,” you whispered against his temple, soft and steady, like you knew exactly how close he was to falling apart. “I’m good.”

Those two little words were what he needed to hear.

He let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been choking on, his whole chest trembling as he paused, just long enough to collect himself, then pulled back slightly and pushed in deeper.

Your body tightened around him, warm and perfect and so much, and Denji let out a strangled moan, his jaw slack as the sensation ripped through him. He was trying. Really. He was trying so fucking hard to keep it together, to go slow, to be good, but control was slipping out of his fingers like sand.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, lifting his head just enough to look at you. His face was a mess, flushed, sweaty, pupils blown wide. He looked absolutely wrecked, and it was only just beginning. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You gave him that smile, that soft, teasing, knowing smile, as your legs curled around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

“You can go faster,” you murmured, your voice low and breathless.

That was it. That broke him.

A ragged, desperate sound tore from his throat as your hips rocked into his. His hands gripped the sheets like he was clinging to the edge of a cliff.

“Yeah,” he breathed, voice dropping into something guttural. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He started moving faster, his hips grinding into yours with a mix of urgency and reverence. Still careful. Always careful with you. But he was losing it, completely submerged in the heat of your body, in the way your nails dragged down his back, in the way you moaned his name like it was sacred.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “Shift your weight- go deeper.”

A sharp, needy whine escaped him at that. Your words were like gasoline on fire. He needed them. He needed you to tell him he was doing good, that he was giving you what you wanted. He adjusted his angle slightly, trying to go deeper, more precise, more of whatever you needed.

“Like this?” he panted, voice hoarse and wrecked.

Your head fell back, a long moan escaping your lips like it was pulled from your soul. “Fucking hell, yeah, like that.”

Denji groaned, loud, raw, involuntary. He gripped your thighs tighter, pushing deeper, harder, chasing those sounds like they were his goddamn religion. He was gone. Totally, beautifully gone in you.

“Is it too much?” he gasped out. He couldn’t tell anymore, he didn’t want to mess this up. “I-I’m being too rough, right? I’m- shit- I don’t wanna-”

“No,” you moaned, breathless. “I can take it.”

That was all he needed.

His whole body convulsed with relief. He let go. Stopped holding himself back. His thrusts turned ragged, frantic, a little uneven as the pleasure started to short-circuit his brain. He wasn’t thinking anymore. He was just feeling- drowning in your heat, in your voice, in the way your fingers raked down his spine like you wanted to drag him down with you.

“I’m not gonna last,” he choked out, voice cracking from the strain. “Feels- too good—I don’t wanna hurt you, I don’t wanna fuck this up- fuck, I-”

“You’re not hurting me, Denji,” you said firmly, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Keep going.”

He whimpered into your mouth, kissing you hungrily, desperately. Sloppy and wet, all teeth and tongue and pure need, like he was trying to crawl inside your skin. Trying to merge, melt, disappear into you.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered, dazed, kissing along your jaw like he was drunk on your body. His hands were trembling as they slid up your sides.

“So are you,” you whispered back, catching his bottom lip between your teeth.

And something snapped.

He bit you. Not hard- but harder than he meant to. Sharp enough to make you gasp.

And that gasp, your gasp, because of him, was like a lightning strike to his core.

Then came the blood.

It hit his tongue like fire and copper and you. His eyes flew wide for a moment, body freezing. And then it hit. That primal instinct that lived deep in his bones- devil and boy all twisted together- yours, marked, tasted.

A low, shaky groan ripped out of his chest.

He pulled back slightly, lips swollen and red, a faint smear of blood staining the corner of his mouth. He looked stunned. A little wild. The sight of your blood on his lips- his lips- flipped a switch in him he didn’t know he had.

“Oh... fuck,” he whispered. His voice was trembling. Completely, utterly overwhelmed.

He kissed down your jaw with shaking hands, dragging his mouth along your throat, your collarbone, leaving smears of red behind like a signature. Like a promise. His tongue darted out to taste the trail he left. The copper tang was still there, but so was your warmth, your skin, your pulse pounding under his lips.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard, his moans muffled against your skin.

“Let me hear you,” you whispered, your voice wrecked.

And he did. He gave it all up. No more holding back.

His moans were needy, wrecked, right in your ear. Every sound was raw and honest and full of you. He couldn’t hide it if he tried. You could feel it in every tremor, every gasp, every desperate fuck that slipped out of him like a prayer.

“I’m close,” Denji choked out. His voice was frayed, barely holding together. His body was trembling like a wire pulled too tight. His hands clutched your hips.

His forehead pressed to yours, strands of golden hair stuck to his sweaty skin. His pupils were blown wide, eyes glassy and hungry and so fucking full of you.

“I’m- fuck- I’m so close, please, please, I need you- I need you,” Denji babbled, his voice cracking under the strain. It wasn’t smooth, or sexy, or composed- he sounded wrecked, desperate, like the need was clawing its way out of him. Every word came in a frantic, breathless rush, spilling out before he could stop them.

His whole body was trembling, muscles wound up so tight he felt like he might snap apart. His hips stuttered, frantic now, his chest heaving. He was holding on by a thread- one more word from you and he was done for.

“Come for me,” you murmured, voice low and sultry and so sure of him, like you knew exactly how to push him over the edge. Your eyes locked onto his, and that look? That look told him you wanted him like this, messy, falling apart, begging for you.

And just like that, Denji shattered.

A strangled sound, half groan, half whimper, ripped from his throat as every muscle in his body tensed up all at once. His rhythm broke completely, his movements going clumsy and uneven, his brain unplugged. His forehead slammed down against your shoulder, his arms giving out, his whole body convulsing with the force of it.

“Oh- f-fuck- ” His voice cracked, high and broken as he came hard, grinding into you with helpless, stuttering thrusts. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, pleasure crashing over him in wild, blinding waves. He made this desperate little sound in the back of his throat, like even that was being dragged out of him.

For a moment, there was nothing else.

Just white-hot sensation. Just your body under his. Just the roar of blood in his ears and the frantic pounding of his heart, so loud he swore it echoed in his skull.

He was gone. Gone.

His breath came in erratic, ragged pants, his skin slick with sweat, the aftershocks making his legs twitch and his arms shake. His vision blurred. He couldn’t even register what you were saying- just the sound of your voice, low and soft and there. Just the feeling of your fingers in his hair, combing gently through the damp mess.

It took him a few long moments to come back to himself- to remember his own body, to feel your warmth beneath him, the way you were still holding him like he was something worth keeping.

You pressed your lips to the top of his head and whispered, “Good job.”

Denji let out a breathless, stunned little laugh, muffled against your chest. “Good job?” he croaked. “What am I, a damn dog?”

You giggled, still playing with his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Well… you were panting pretty hard.”

He groaned, not even pretending to be mad, and shoved his face deeper into your chest with a dramatic whine. “You’re mean.”

But his voice was warm. Glowing. Almost boyish in its happiness. He loved this. The closeness. The teasing. The way you were still touching him, like he hadn’t scared you off, like he hadn’t just completely broken down in your arms. Like you still wanted him.

He was still trembling slightly, his whole body weak and heavy like he’d been electrocuted and emptied out. But he didn’t care. He didn’t want to move. He just wanted you. Wanted this.

He wrapped his arms around you, clumsily dragging himself as close as humanly possible, breathing you in like air. His nose nuzzled against your collarbone, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt safe.

“That was…” he started, trailing off like the words had left him behind. Then he finally huffed a breath, still dazed. “That was fucking amazing.”

You laughed softly, fingers sliding down the damp curve of his spine. He shivered beneath your touch.

“Was it a good first time, then?” you teased, already knowing the answer.

He tilted his head up just barely, his eyes barely open, hair sticking to his flushed, sweaty forehead. He looked like he’d been through war. Like he’d seen God. Like he’d fought God.

“‘Good?’” he repeated, like it was offensive. “That wasn’t just good. That was like… I dunno, life-changing or some shit.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Life-changing, huh?”

He flopped dramatically onto his side beside you, letting his arm drape lazily over your waist. “Dude. I feel like I just unlocked a whole new section of my brain.’”

You poked his cheek. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Yeah, well…” he smirked, eyes closing as he pressed his face into your shoulder again, “you did this to me.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “I guess I did.”

For a few seconds, there was just silence. Soft breathing. Warm skin. His fingers lightly tracing patterns along your hip, like he couldn’t stop touching you even if he tried. He looked so soft now. So open. No armor, no swagger- just Denji. Quiet. Happy. Yours.

Then, after a long pause, he mumbled, hesitant.

“I know this is kinda dumb to ask…” He peeked up at you again, wide brown eyes full of something almost shy. “...but we can do that again, right?”

The way he said it broke your heart a little. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to want it. Like this whole thing had been a gift, and he didn’t want to be greedy.

You cupped his face gently, kissed his forehead, and whispered, “Yeah, Denji. We can do that again.”

His whole face lit up. He made this soft, relieved little mmf sound, immediately snuggling back into you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around your middle.

“Thank god,” he sighed, already sounding half-asleep. “’Cause, uh… I think I might be obsessed with you now.”

You snorted, smiling. “You think?”

“Okay, fine,” he murmured with a grin. “Definitely obsessed. But like, y’know… in a cool way. A non-creepy way.”

“Sure, sure.”

He huffed, squeezing you gently. “Gonna need, like… ten naps after that. Then we go again.”

You laughed, combing your fingers through his hair one last time before settling in against him.

“Deal.”

As Denji drifted into a soft, exhausted daze, you felt it hit you- all at once. The weight of everything that had just happened. The warmth pooling in your chest wasn’t just afterglow. It was something else. Something deeper. Something dangerous.

You hadn’t planned this. Not really. You’d felt the spark. You’d seen the way he looked at you like you were everything. But you’d told yourself it wasn’t serious. That you could keep it light.

And yet, here you were, lying beside him, his arm draped lazily over your waist, his face still buried against your shoulder like he belonged there. And the worst part, the scariest part, was that it felt like he belonged there.

You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling as your fingers absently combed through his hair. It was still damp with sweat, still sticking up in ridiculous little tufts from where you’d tugged at it earlier. The strands were coarse and soft all at once, like him, rough around the edges but somehow still gentle, still warm.

He was heavy against you, half-sprawled across your chest like a big, sleepy mutt, clinging to you even in his dreams. Every breath he let out ghosted across your skin in uneven little puffs, warm and ticklish, grounding you in a way that was slowly, painfully becoming addictive.

Your heart ached.

Not from the heat of what had just happened, but from him. From the look in his eyes when he’d come apart in your arms, wide, awestruck, desperate. So open it had felt like looking straight into the sun. No one had ever looked at you like that before. Like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you, let alone be held by you.

And then the way he’d clung to you after, messy and panting, his voice breaking as he whispered your name.

You hadn’t known how badly you wanted to be wanted until he had looked at you like that.

It scared the hell out of you.

Denji wasn’t supposed to get under your skin like this. He was supposed to be a little reckless, a little silly, a little annoying. That was the deal. He was supposed to be the kind of guy who left crumbs in the bed and made too many dick jokes and didn’t take anything seriously. You weren’t supposed to find yourself tracing lazy circles on his back and memorizing the weight of his arm around your waist.

But now, lying here tangled up with him, something soft was creeping in. Something so real and dangerous.

You swallowed hard, trying to shove it down, to ignore the weight of it pressing against your ribs.

But it was already inside you, the memory of the way he’d said your name, the way he’d looked at you like you were it. Not just a good time. Not just a warm body.

And god, what were you supposed to do with that?

He shifted against you, mumbling something under his breath as his arm tightened slightly around your middle. You glanced down, startled, and found him blinking up at you, his golden eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused, still swimming in post-orgasmic haze.

He looked wrecked. Beautiful. Yours.

“Mmm… you okay?” he rasped, voice scratchy and sleep-thick, like he wasn’t fully back in his body yet.

You forced a small smile, brushing his hair away from his forehead. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

He made a quiet noise, somewhere between a hum and a grunt, and buried his face back into the crook of your neck. “’Bout what?”

You froze.

About how I think I might be in trouble. About how I didn’t expect this to feel like more than just fun. About how you looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. About how you make my chest feel like it’s going to cave in.

“…Nothing,” you whispered instead, your fingers still threading gently through his hair. “Just… happy, I guess.”

He melted.

Like, physically melted. You could feel the way his whole body relaxed at your words, a low, satisfied sound rumbling from his chest as he let out a breathless little “heh.”

“Y’know, I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before,” he mumbled, barely above a whisper. “That I made ’em happy.”

You froze again, the ache in your chest blooming into something sharp.

He said it so casually. Like it was just a fact. Like it didn’t even sting anymore. Like he didn’t expect to make people happy.

You pressed your lips to the crown of his head and held him tighter.

“Well,” you murmured, “you do.”

He was quiet for a long moment, like he was turning that over in his head, letting it settle. And then he shifted again, clumsily trying to tuck himself even closer, his leg flopping over yours.

“Cool…” he muttered. “You make me happy too. Like. Stupid happy. Like ‘I think I forgot how to be a person’ happy.”

You laughed, but it caught in your throat.

Denji, you thought. What the hell are you doing to me?

He let out a breath, long and slow, and it ghosted over your collarbone like a confession. “Hey… if I say something real mushy, will you promise not to make fun of me?”

“Cross my heart.”

“…You feel like home,” he mumbled, instantly burying his face again like he couldn’t believe he’d said it out loud. “Like… warm, and nice, and safe. Like when you find a blanket that smells good and you don’t wanna move for, like, a hundred years.”

Your throat tightened.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. You just curled your arm around his shoulders and let the weight of him settle over you completely, holding him like he was something fragile.

Because maybe he was.

And maybe you were too.

The silence stretched, soft and heavy, but not uncomfortable. Just… full.

Neither of you said anything for a while. You just stayed tangled up together, Denji’s arm draped across your waist, your fingers still carding lazily through his hair. The weight of everything that had just happened hovered in the air- too big to speak on, too delicate to touch. So you didn’t. You just existed in it, together. Breathing the same air. Listening to the hum of the world outside.

But neither of you could sleep.

Denji shifted a little, restlessly. He wasn’t pulling away, just… squirming. His leg twitched. Then his fingers. Then he rolled halfway onto his back with a groan and slapped a hand over his face dramatically.

“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled, voice muffled.

You smirked. “No kidding.”

He peeked at you from between his fingers. “I keep thinkin’ about stuff.”

“Stuff,” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. You know. The… everything.” He gestured vaguely in the air. “Like, what the hell just happened? That was, like… big. I feel like I got hit by a truck. But in a good way. Like a… like a sexy truck.”

You snorted. “Sexy truck, huh?”

“Shut up,” he grinned, eyes crinkling. “You know what I mean.”

Eventually, Denji shifted, lifting his head just enough to peek up at you, his hair sticking out in every direction, cheeks still faintly flushed.

“…Wanna play a game or somethin’?” he mumbled. “Kinda feel like I’m gonna explode if I just lay here.”

You blinked at him, then let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Cool.” He stretched with a groan, limbs flopping everywhere. “Bet I can kick your ass even with jelly legs.”

You rolled your eyes, untangling yourself from the sheets. “You sure? You looked like you forgot how to walk a minute ago.”

“Details,” he grinned, grabbing a nearby shirt and tugging it over his head haphazardly. “C’mon. Let’s not wake Aki or he’ll start bitching.”

You padded softly into the living room, the two of you moving like kids sneaking out after bedtime. The only light came from the TV as Denji powered it on, casting the room in a soft, flickering blue glow. You grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, tossing it over both of your shoulders like a cape while he plopped down in front of the console.

“Okay,” he muttered, scrolling through the game options. “You want stupid gory or stupid fun?”

“Stupid fun,” you said, curling up beside him, knees bumping.

He handed you a controller and cracked open a bag of chips with his teeth. “Good. Gory makes me think about work too much.”

You started playing, the kind of competitive, low-stakes button-mashing game that didn’t require much thought. You weren’t really focused on the score. You were too aware of the warmth beside you, the way his knee kept knocking into yours, the casual way he passed you snacks.

It felt stupidly domestic.

Like maybe this was what normal people did after sex. Just… hang out. Be dorks together. Eat junk food and talk shit.

“I knew you were a button masher,” Denji said, half laughing, half scandalized as you beat him with a totally random combo.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you rather I study the lore?”

“I’d rather you admit I’m a gaming god and you just got lucky.”

You smirked. “You barely remember which button is jump.”

“Exactly. That’s how naturally gifted I am.”

You shook your head, hiding your smile behind the controller.

Time passed like that- snacking, playing, laughing quietly under your breath so you didn’t wake Aki. At some point, Denji slumped sideways and rested his head against your shoulder, completely unbothered, like it was just instinct now. You didn’t stop him. You leaned into it.

He didn’t say anything, and neither did you. The city hummed outside the window, the glow of the screen painting lazy shadows across the walls.

It wasn’t a big moment.

But it felt big.

Because Denji wasn’t pulling away. He wasn’t making jokes to deflect or pretending it didn’t mean anything. He was just here. With you. In his boxers and your shared blanket, half-covered in chip crumbs, quietly existing like he belonged.

Like you belonged.

But more importantly, like you belonged together.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The morning light filtered in slow and golden through the curtains, casting soft beams across the living room floor. The city outside was still quiet, save for the occasional distant honk or the rumble of early trains cutting through the air. Aki padded down the hall barefoot, still half-asleep, hair a mess, the hem of his shirt wrinkled from tossing in bed.

He hadn't meant to get up this early.

He just needed water, maybe some coffee. Something to kill the lingering fog in his head.

But the moment he stepped into the living room, he paused.

There, tangled together on the couch, were those two.

Denji was half sprawled across you, one arm slung haphazardly around your waist like a kid clutching a pillow. His mouth was slightly open, hair sticking out in all directions, the remnants of sleep and crumbs visible on his cheek. You were curled into him with equal carelessness, one leg tossed over his, your face buried in the crook of his neck, blanket slipping halfway off both of you.

The TV was still on, the screen dim with a long-since-paused game menu.

Empty chip bags, a couple soda cans, and a controller or two littered the floor around them like debris from a storm.

Aki let out a breath through his nose and rubbed at his temple, not quite a sigh, but close.

He’d known.

Of course he’d known.

He’d seen it in the way Denji looked at you when you weren’t paying attention, like you were the most interesting thing in a room full of chaos. He saw it in the way you laughed a little softer when Denji was around, the way your bickering had long since stopped sounding annoyed and started sounding like foreplay.

Idiots, both of you.

Loud. Messy. Unsubtle.

But also… kind of sweet.

He leaned against the wall for a moment, arms crossed loosely over his chest as he took it in. Not just the way you were curled around each other, but the peace in it. The way Denji wasn’t twitching in his sleep like usual, like the nightmares hadn’t gotten to him for once. The way your hand was resting right over his chest, calm and still, like you'd always known where it belonged.

Yeah.

He’d known.

Aki turned away, heading for the kitchen in silence. He didn’t bother waking you. Didn’t roll his eyes. Didn’t say a word.

Instead, he put on the kettle, pulled down a mug, and let the quiet settle in.

Let the peace stay for just a little longer.

Because hell, if anyone deserved a quiet morning like this, it was Denji.

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∘₊✧────✧₊∘ જ⁀➴. kobii/kobenii ʚ 8teen! ⋅ british 🇬🇧 ⋅ afro latina ⋅ she/her ɞ gemini-cancer cusp · yumeshipper · reality shifter ⋅ KATSUKI'S DEVOTEE ໒꒱ ∘₊ ✧─────✧₊∘

⊹₊📞 ❜❛ Hii cuties! Call me Kobenii, Katsuki's devotee, or whatever you want. I've been contemplating posting Katsuki literature for a long time, because i have so many fic ideas that i want to share but im a bit shy about my writing skills rn but I've finally bit the dust! Here are some of my favourite Katsuki writers that inspired me to start posting! ❜❛₊˚ ➹ ..💬

nii's inspirations — @cashmoneyyysstuff @missdynamighttt @dollyfetti @writeriguess @feelfreetopleasemexo

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆! 17+ MDNI

[ w/ the occasional urararka, kirishima and deku feat. ]

fanbase — boko no hero academia !

I write — KATSUKI x READER CONTENT, slightly self indulgent, fluff, nsfw smutt, hurt comfort || drabbles and imagines. No series for now...

note: katsuki bakugo is always written of age, timeskip wise unless specified otherwise!

do not request: urophilia, coprophilia, pedophilia, age play, or pet play.

new katsuki fics — bakugo is infatuated with curly reader

current katsuki WIPs — kneeding dough w/ katsuki ! fluff/tension , katsuki x foreigner childhood BFFs to lovers ! hurt comfort

main account — @jealousmartini

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#₊˚➹📞 . . . ❜❛ kobenii?? my phoone! ❜❛ ⊹₊ 🗯#kobeni literature #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou x reader

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the-ultimate-puppeteer · 1 year ago

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Kobeni dating an overly affectionate reader

Koneni with an overly affectionate boyfriend

•Many people might think kobeni would be nervous about this or be anxious about having a boyfriend like you who's super affectionate

• They'd be wrong and I mean dead I wrong. She absolutely loves having you as a boyfriend

•She's un used to such affection so ut dud catch her off guard at first but she quickly learned that she loves it

•And not only that, she wanted more much much more

•She's just so touch starved and abused from her family life that to her you're basically a lifeboat in a raging sea to her

•Don't get her started on kissing, she won't ever initiate but she'll definitely escalate

•So unless you want a very graphic and passionate make-out session in public I recommend doing that in private

•So it's best to just kiss her on the cheek when in public, be prepared for the blushy and giggly adorable mess that she'll become afterward

#chainsaw man #kobeni x reader #kobeni x male reader #kobeni higashiyama #kobeni higashiyama x reader #kobeni x higashiyama x male reader #chainsaw man x reader

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dearest-painter · 2 years ago

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can I request a skit of yandere platonic miguel O’Hara and Kobeni!reader pls:D

Sure!

Kobeni!Reader:..so…how are you?

Miguel:I’m fine…how come your talking to me like a stranger?

Kobeni!reader:we don’t talk often and plus…what you said about anomalies

Miguel: look I’m sorry…can you at least soften up?

Kobeni!reader:…just can’t do that randomly..

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #yandere spiderverse #Yandere spider man across the spiderverse #Kobeni!reader

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rekino2114 · 4 months ago

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Hi I saw your "jjk girls struggling to open a soda can for you" and it was so funny

I'm wondering if you could do the same for the chainsaw man girls

The chainsaw man girls struggling to open a soda can for you

A/n:I'm glad you liked it as it was one of my favorite things to write hope you enjoy this too. Also this is my first post with actual fami so say hi to her. Spoilers for the last chapter in the last 2 parts

Makima

"Sure thing darling"

She smiles sweetly and takes the can from you before trying to open it. Her expression morphing into a confused one when she can't

Makima is a devil, not only that a horseman of apocalypse, not to mention the head of public safety. To put it simply she's incredibly strong, way stronger than any normal human and definitely strong enough to open a normal soda can

So she's not only surprised that it's taking her this much, but also annoyed, not specifically at the fact that she can't open a soda can but at the fact that she can't open a soda can that you asked her to open, you, the most important person in makima's life, she swore to do everything for you and she's not breaking that promise for a damn soda can

"You don't mind if I'm a little rough with it right?"

"Huh? No sure go ahead I guess"

"Good, thanks"

She places the can on the table and backs away

"Please stand back a bit love"

"O-ok"

She points her finger at the can and aims at lid

"Bang!"

The force hits the can as it falls to the ground

"Ah, I'm glad, it was a bit harder than expected, but I'm happy I could help yo-"

"It's still closed"

"............what?"

"Look"

You hold out the can to makima as she sees that not only is the lid still on but the can looks totally unfazed

Makima looks genuinely shocked before she makes her creepy and uncanny smile and closes her eyes

"Oh really? What a surprise, say darling do you mind putting it back on the table"

".....sure"

You do that a bit worried at what she's going to do

"And remember to stand back, I don't want you to get caught up in anything"

".......makima, what are you-"

Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changes completely as makima opens her horseman eyes to reveal they're glowing even more and a red halo appears on her head

"WAIT NO-"

[A bit later]

You and makima exit her office with her looking completely traumatized

"......it still.......didn't work"

"P-please calm down ok?"

Power

She's so smug from the moment you ask her to help you

"Of course you would ask the great power for help"

"Don't start now"

"Do not fret human! For I, the almighty power shall open this accursed can that's causing my love so much trouble"

She thinks this is gonna be easy as pie, and also wants to show off, so she just tries to open it with a finger while her eyes are closed

"Here you go! This demonstration of my strength was exactly what I needed for-"

"You didn't do anything"

".........huh?"

She opens her eyes to see that she indeed did not open the lid

"What!? Give it to me!"

She tries once again this time with both hands and her mouth with no avail and starts gritting her teeth and sweating

"Are you OK power? You don't need to do it if you c-"

"No! I will conquer this can!"

At this point it's a personal matter so she makes a blood axe and tries to slice the can open only for her mouth to drop when nothing changes

"W-WHAT!"

"OK that's actually weird"

She then makes some smaller blood spears and starts stabbing the can only for it to not work too

She eventually gives up and calls denji, when even he in his chainsaw man form can't open or hurt the can at all of you start running to aki thinking it's a devil or something

Himeno

"Can I get a kiss if I do it?~"

You sigh but giggle a bit at her flirting and hand her the can

Himeno has opened so many beer cans in her life and even if this isn't the same it's still a can so it should still be no problem for her

........except it is

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"The can's not opening"

"Really? Weird"

"Yeah"

She checks to see if she's accidentally using her ghost devil powers but no, she can still touch the can, it's just not opening for some reason

She tries again but gives up pretty quickly when she realizes nothing's working

"I give up, i need a drink"

"That easily?"

"Call aki if you really wanna open it"

"Alright I guess"

".............can I still get the kiss though?"

Kobeni higashiyama

"H-huh? You want me to open it?"

She's a bit confused on why you asked her specifically, she's really not that strong after all, definitely not stronger than you, but she did have to open a ton of cans for her job so maybe it's because of that

"O-oh, sorry it seems stuck"

"That's fine, I'll just not drink it"

"N-no, let me try more"

She tries again using a napkin but even that fails and she starts getting irritated

She really wants to open this can for you. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she couldn't do something that simple for her love? But she also really doesn't want to ask anyone for help and doesn't have enough money to buy you another one so she has no choice: she has to open this can

She takes out her knife and tries to slice the lid open but somehow that still doesn't work

At this point she's sweating and panicking and super embarrassed so she eventually gives up and gives you the can back while blushing

"I-i'm so sorry y/n"

"Don't apologize it's fine, no one can open that anyway"

"R-really?"

"Yeah I gave it power and she was so mad about it"

"Hehe, t-that makes me feel a bit better"

Quanxi

She just nods silently and takes the can from your hands

Not only is quanxi one of the most powerful devil hunters there is she is also a very physically strong and muscular woman so opening cans and jars for the people she loves is something she happily does almost daily and with ease

"Hm?"

"Is everything OK?"

"........don't worry, I got it"

She now tries again this time using her full force and it still doesn't budge so she puts it on the table and just glares at it before getting up

".....quanxi, where are you going?"

"I'll open the can"

".........that's not what I was......nevermind"

Whenever she comes back you notice she has her swords with her which you're very worried about

"W-what are you doing?"

"Opening the can for you, stand back"

One single slash from her Dao is enough to kill a devil, so why the heck is this can still not only intact but open

"..................."

At this point the fiends come in the room because or the noise and each of them try to open the can still failing

"Girls please stop I'll just get-"

"No, you asked for this can to open and so we'll open it!"

"Halloween!"

At a certain point quanxi stops them and still stands in front of the can glaring at it

"............"

You see her about to take off her eyepatch and turn into crossbow form so you hug her and she calls down.......still glaring at the can though

Asa mitaka/yoru

"Huh? Uh......sure ok"

Asa knows she's not strong, but she at least hopes to be strong enough to open a soda can especially since it's for you

The more she struggles, the more embarrassed and red she gets, she seriously can't even open a can!?

"It's fine if you can't I can just get another one"

Asa sighs and blushes even more at you smiling at her before starting to put the can back on the table

"Thank you, seriously though what's that can ma-"

"You really can't even open a soda can for y/n? How more pathetic can you get?"

".......ok no I'll do it"

Normally, she'd just brush off one of yoru's many insults, but for some reason, this time, she couldn't just let it go, simply because it was for you, the person who asa wakes up every day thankful to have in her life. You make her life worth living by just loving her she CAN open a soda can for you

.....Yeah, it turns out she can't, when she eventually gave up she put her head on the table incredibly embarrassed and upset

"See? Pathetic"

"If you're so sure of yourself then you try it!"

"That's what I was going to do in the first place"

Asa raises her head and you see that now she has scars on her face and her eyes are ringed

"Hey yoru, wanna try too?"

"Obviously, it's just asa who's weak, how hard to open can a soda can b-"

The words die in her mouth as she tries to open the lid but can't

"What the-"

She tries again but nothing works and now she's pissed off

Sure, yoru might have gotten over what happened with chainsaw man. Thanks in no small part to you, but she can't withstand a humiliation like this, especially because it's in front of the only human she actually cares about. She's the war horseman for crying out loud, she rejoices in killing humans and bloodshed and she can't open a soda can

She continues until she's breathing heavily and her face is completely red but still won't give up

"..........hey-"

"Before you ask, no you can't go and turn a random human into a weapon to help you"

".......dammit"

She tries using her powers on the can itself though and it still doesn't work somehow, which causes her to rage completely now

She kicks and steps on the can angrily while insulting it, she eventually runs out of energy and sets down on the table in the same position her host was before

Fami

"O-oh me? S-sure, g-give it here"

Her strength is one of the very few things fami is confident in. She's a horseman of apocalypse so she's always been strong and using that strength to protect you or help you is a great way to show her love for you

"H-huh? W-what?"

"Is everything OK?"

"Y-yeah don't worry.....i-i got it"

Her smile fades faster than ever as she tries again and nothing changes, this has never happened before why is it happening in front of you now?

"....uh.....fami..."

"N-no y/n i-i can do it"

Tears start coming out of her eyes as she tries pulling the lid off with her teeth

"Fami, please stop I'll just get another one"

"*sniffles n-no please i-i'm close *sniffles*"

Eventually her older sister sees her struggling and asks if she can help but fami refuses because she doesn't want to embarrass herself even more

When she understands she can't do it she just starts crying uncontrollably

"Waaaaaahhhh!! I'm sorry y/n *sniffles* I'm so useless I can't even open a can for you!"

"I-it's ok fami, everything's all right"

After that you have to comfort her a lot.... and she starts tearing up every time she sees a soda can

Death/ (D) fami

She puts down her won food and wordlessly takes the can

Death knows she's the right woman/devil for the job. not only is she literally the strongest devil ever she also has to have opened thousands of soda cans with how many times she goes to fast food restaurants

She tries, thinking this is going to go as easily as the other countless times but is happy on the inside as she gets to do this for you

".......death are you sure you've got it? You've been going on for like 5 minutes"

"......oh"

She didn't even notice it had been that long, since she was focused on only opening the can. When she tries again this time at full force she starts noticing that it's actually not working

Her expression still doesn't change however, she's determined to do this for you, she tries for another 5 to 10 minutes before realizing how weird this actually is

This girl could singlehandedly wipe out the entirety of humanity if she wanted to (not that she'd ever actually do it) but now she's struggling to open a soda can

"............"

"It's fine if you don't-"

"No, I just need some help"

"Wha-"

You suddenly see the falling devil just appear behind her and you can't believe she actually summoned a primal devil to open a can

"What do you need of me, mademoiselle?"

"Open this soda can"

"............pardon?"

Falling devil tries opening it with her many arms, but it still doesn't work, then she uses her powers on it, but even while falling under pressure that would kill a human....the soda can doesn't budge at all

Death unsummons falling devil and looks at the can actually mad at this point, it's the first time you've seen her with anything resembling anger on her face

"........I can buy you more later right?"

"....y-yeah why?"

You see her summoning the guillotine devil this time and just sigh, glad that you decided to get take out because she would have totally done this in public too

When even guillotining it doesn't work death is fed up with the can and just throws it out of the window and resumes eating

The next day she brought you like 15 different soda cans to apologize

"You know you really didn't have to do this right?"

"I failed you, this is my apology"

"It's really nothing but I know you're not going to return this so....."

You hand her one of the cans

"Let's just split these"

Death just stared at the can in your hands with even more rage

"No, please keep them to yourself"

You're very shocked as this is the first time she has ever refused any food or drink

".....o-ok"

.......did a soda can manage to scare the death devil?

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