#denji drabble

[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.

[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.

[batterygarden]

um um um may i request denji and face sitting because ummm um um

YOU MAY (look at him in glasses, @akicore & i are going insane--ALSO thx for betaing, lover)

cw: AFAB reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, he calls u baby once, strength kink, Minors DNI, 1.2 k word... m.list

“I’m nervous, Denji.”

“For me?” he leans his head forward, eyes all big and innocent while they bore into you, “Why? Don’t get it.” 

You play with his fingers in your lap, focusing your attention on them instead of returning his eye contact when you respond, “What if I break your nose?”

One side of his mouth curls up at that, like he’s holding in a laugh. “My nose? Baby you could kill me ‘nd I wouldn’t be mad.” 

You frown while he lays down, getting cozy with his head on a pillow, still smirking while he pats his mouth comically—an invitation. When you don’t move from your place on the end of the bed, he lifts his head to look at you.  

“...I was kidding. You wouldn’t really kill me. I’ll be okay.”

He lays his head back down when you start moving, unable to hold back a blush when you slowly crawl up over him, hesitating once you’re straddling his chest. His warm hands are quick to hook around your thighs. 

“You’re really pretty,” Denji mumbles, his eyes trailing down your body, catching on your breasts, and he makes a mental note to focus on those later. They follow your curves down, settling on your lacy little panties—his mouth waters and his cock twitches.

His hands slide up to thumb over your hip bones while you hover in front of his chin, “come closer, please.”

He lifts his head up when you finally scoot forward, still hovering, to kiss the inner crease at your thigh, chuckling when you buck your hips lower towards his touch. His laugh is contagious, it has you giggling, too, up above him. But still you hover. 

“Are you scared m’gonna bite you?” His lips move against your thigh while he speaks—it tickles.  

“No! Denji, I’m… still worried I’ll suffocate you.” You push your fingers through his hair, gripping at its roots.

“Wish ya would,” you think you hear him murmur, pulling you lower till he doesn’t have to crane his neck to taste you. First he licks the wet spot on your underwear, lapping at your juices and moaning before flattening his tongue, dragging it up to your clit to suck lightly through the fabric. You’re already tugging his hair, leaning more and more of your weight onto his face and rocking, occasionally lifting a bit when you remember your self-control. But after you lift one too many times, Denji’s fingers tighten around your thighs, holding you close with an ironclad grip—making you squirm.

It’s not long before Denji’s had enough of the thin garment blocking his way, pulling it to the side aggressively with his thumb so he can finally lick you how he wants. Which you quickly realize is mercilessly. Like he’s hungry—starved for something only your pussy can satiate, drinking you in like he’s dehydrated. It is intense. He eats with reverence, slurping loud and humming in appreciation, his tongue swimming laps between your hole and your clit before focusing there, suctioning on till you see stars.

Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t sync up in time to react to his movements—to these sensations. You’re all broken moans and shudders, the only thing consistent is the way you pull his hair.

At this point you’ve forgotten your hovering plan or why it mattered, letting your full weight fall upon his lips and his tongue—and Denji is ecstatic. It doesn’t take long for his treatment to become sloppy, for his fingers to dig into your flesh as he assaults your nerves, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. You cum quickly and easily—your brain turning to mush as you convulse around his tongue—eventually having to pull away at the overstimulation. You start climbing off of him, exerting way more energy than usual with your tired muscles, but Denji stops you, asking “Where are you goin’?” as he shoves sweaty hair out of his face and licks his stained lips.  

Your eyes widen when you process his implication—he wasn’t finished??

“You’re not… done?”

His eyes crinkle incredulously—like it should be obvious. “No?” Then his eyebrows shoot up, “Unless—did you want me t’be?”

Your voice is meek when you answer, shaking your head quickly, “No… I want you to keep going.”

Denji’s only response is a shit-eating grin and a tug of your waist—guiding you back to his mouth. 

Only you catch yourself, holding back. 

“Wait… ‘M really sensitive—” Denji can tell, his eyes can’t stop drifting to your thighs and how they shake as you try to hold yourself up. “---Dunno if I can -hic- take it.”

Denji slides his hands to your hips, furrowing his brows but managing to lift you a bit and lessen the tremble in your thighs, you gasp at his raw strength, mouthing a wow.

“I’ll be really super gentle,” he says, his tone and face sweet as he meets your eyes, “Promise.”

You bite your lip while your heart seems to melt in your chest, whispering a kay while you let him lower you back down—not even phased as he carefully rips open the middle of your panties for easier access this time.

He wasn’t lying about being more gentle, as he begins by softly lapping up your previous release, swallowing every last drop—immediately making you twitch on top of him. His tongue is lazy this time, eating you slow and savoring the taste. The sticky noises your pussy makes against his mouth echo through the room—and Denji wishes he could record them. He’ll have to make do with a memory for now—a memory of the messy wet sound on top of your sweet panting—it’d be enough to make him cum untouched if he wasn’t trying so hard to save it. 

This time Denji’s letting you set the pace, his arms merely assisting the rock of your hips while mouth licks and sucks to your rhythm.

You’re worked up quickly, and when you meet his hazy eyes, his gaze is blissed-out and adoring—unleashing fresh butterflies in your tummy before you have to look away. The heat in  your chest is almost overwhelming paired with the heat between your legs—you won’t last looking at him like that.

But you want to, you never want this feeling to end—you never want to stop feeling Denji’s attentiveness or his eagerness. Which is why you try pulling away lightly, slowing down your approaching orgasm, trying to save this feeling for as long as possible. But then Denji’s repeating a toe-curling motion with his tongue against your clit, before fucking you with it, spreading your ass with his hands and pushing your body onto his taste buds so your clit is riding his nose.

He only has to repeat the motion a few times before you’re cumming without warning—almost overwhelmingly as you feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, pulling Denji’s hair almost painfully.

Not that he minds—your orgasm and your reactions are enough to send Denji over the edge with you, never ceasing the steady pumping of his tongue while he makes a mess in his pants. You can barely think by the time your orgasm fades, barely summoning the strength to lift yourself off of Denji’s face—his hands stop you before you can all the way.

He’s panting and his voice is thick when he asks, “Can I give you another?”

Just a lil drabble this week I have another for tmrw or thurs… I’m working on another slightly longer Denji work for next week >:) (think soulmate au 👀) ALSO whoever asked for me to move stuff to ao3,, I’m working on it, some stuff's on there now the link is in masterlist ! …ps should I make a tag list would anybody be into that lmk

[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."

[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 "

☆ back to materialist

[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

[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!!)

[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.

[batterygarden]

Ooo may I request a washing Denjis hair fluff drabble or something 🥲 i feel like that'd be so cute. Of course only if u want to!

😏 u got it baby.

Bathing w Denji

No pronouns afab reader, Sfw but no minors on my page pls, thank u for helping w this @akicore <3, he also washes ur hair but I didn’t specify hair type/ tried to be inclusive w wash style etc! 1.2k word …. M.list

Downy flakes of snow cling to your coat and your hair and your eyelashes, melting slowly from your body heat despite the freezing weather. You watch closely as one of the tiny unique shapes turns into a little dark spot on your jacket, before a gloved hand is gently pushing you back towards the house.

“Oh my god, please hurry. My fingers are gonna fall off!”

You turn to stick your tongue out at Denji, almost pausing when you see his cute rosy face, strands of hair sticking out of his knitted hat and poking his eyes. You feel a strong instinct to squeeze his cheeks when he’s all bundled up like this, but his chattering teeth have you following his instructions, almost jogging the rest of the way through the snow back to the porch. 

When the door slams behind you, and your boots and mittens are off, your arms are quick to wrap around his neck, pressing your face to the warm skin there. Denji shivers but wraps his arms around you too, grumbling something about your cold nose. 

“Thanks for coming on a walk with me, Denji!”

He presses a frozen cheek to your hair and somehow manages to sound grumpy when he replies, “Anytime, s’long as we can still cuddle after.” (Denji isn’t super fond of the cold, it had taken some persuading to get him out there in the first place.)

“Well… I actually think I wanna take a bath right now—“ Denji swiftly pulls back so you can see the look of absolute betrayal on his face, interrupting whatever you were about to say.

“Ugh! So why'd you say—“

“Let me finish, Denji!” You giggle, putting a finger to his lips and unzipping his coat for him. “I was hoping you’d take a bath with me.” 

His brows furrow for a second. Then he smiles a huge, lottery-winning smile.  

“Oh! Okay, yeah, that’s fine.”

He promptly leads the way to the bathroom. 

Once the tub is filled (Denji triple checked that it was the perfect temperature and added lots of bubbles), you’re quick to tug Denji’s sweatshirt over his head while he bends down to give you an easier reach. You giggle at his flushed cheeks when you tug down his pants next. Then when he’s left in his boxers, you focus your attention on grabbing shampoo from the shower, giving him space to fully undress and climb in the water. You turn to see his body shudder when he sinks all the way in, sighing as the hot water soothes his stiff muscles. You pause what you’re doing again, just watching as his shoulders relax and he leans against the wall of the tub. He’s so cute. You wanna bite him in a loving way.

Denji swishes the water around invitingly when you make no signs of moving. 

“Well c’mon… aren’t you gonna get in with me?”

Your cheeks heat up as you nod, peeling your sweater over your head first, then your pants, feeling goosebumps paint the newly exposed skin. Denji watches you shiver as you struggle with the clasp on your bra; your fingers are so cold and stiff that you’re really having a tough time.

“If you freeze to death out there, I’m gonna have to leave this warm tub to move your body, and it’s gonna suck.”

You frown at him but quickly turn and bend low so he can undo the hooks for you, mumbling how the clasp just gets stuck sometimes. The hooks on your bras are something Denji likes to think he has mastered so well, he could unclasp them in his sleep—so even with slippery fingers he makes light work of undoing them. 

He only gets a quick peek when you face him again before your hand is over his eyes, covering them despite his protests while you shed your final garments and climb into the tub with him. You’re in a teasing mood.

It’s not big enough for you to sit comfortably on Denji’s lap so he has to bend his knees for you to sit between them then, before his hands are around your waist, pulling you gently against his chest while your head drops back against his shoulder.

This is exactly what you needed to finally relax.

The warm water almost hurt your icey fingers and toes at first, but now that you’re sitting in Denji’s arms, it feels perfect. You turn to peck the skin underneath his jaw. 

“Don’t ever wanna get up.” Denji says, trailing his fingertips over your ribs underwater.

“Me neither…”

Your skin is starting to prune by the time you decide to move again, breaking the comfortable silence to murmur “should I wash your hair for you?” 

Denji’s eyes that had drifted closed peek open.

“That’d be cool,” he yawns. If he isn’t careful, he could easily fall asleep like this. But then you’re scooting forward, moving to face Denji and pulling his shoulders up so he isn’t leaning against the wall. 

You whisper instructions, having Denji close his eyes and tilt his chin up while you pour water over his head. When you start massaging shampoo into his scalp, Denji covers his face in his hands. When you try and move them to rinse off his bangs well, he doesn’t budge. 

“…m’scared you’ll get soap in my eyes,” he says. You kiss his knuckles once with a giggle. 

“I won’t. I’ll be careful.” 

He slowly slides them off his face before scrunching his eyes closed super tight when you pour more water over his head, using your hands to rub all the bubbles off. Once they’re gone, you even add some of your fancy conditioner, which you’re aware he usually steals some of anyways.  You smile when he whispers that it smells nice.

His shoulders relax once you’ve finally rinsed that out too. Then his arms are wrapping around you, pulling you back against his chest, facing each other this time. 

He washes your hair for you next, taking his time, going much slower than when you did his—like you’re delicate and he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s seen you wash your hair before and knows how you do your routine, following it to the best of his ability with his tongue in his teeth. 

You can’t help but melt under his touch—his big warm hands are surprisingly gentle when they work the conditioner in. He doesn’t warn you before he pours water over your head to rinse, chuckling when it gets in your mouth and you spit it out at him.

When you’re both fully scrubbed clean, and the bath water’s turned lukewarm, you have to be the one to pull Denji out of the tub against his protests. Then you wrap a towel around him before you can even get one around yourself, and he’s huddling against you before you can get the chance to fully dry yourself. 

“Fuuuck it’s cold,” he groans, grabbing your hair towel and placing it incorrectly on your head before half-carrying you to your bedroom, where he wraps you in a robe and practically tackles you in bed. 

“But are you glad you’re all clean now?”

“Mhmm.”

Note: AHHH csm anime tuesdays are over ;_; I still have a soulmate au thing for Denji I’m working on plus maybe some requests,, but I’ll probs be posting fics more slowly for a while! Thx for sticking w me for my lil csm tuesday project if u did! It was so fun. Sending love to the Denji fuckers out there,,, I will continue to post things for that man just not every tuesday

[willowser]

it's well after midnight when denji slumps into your car.

"oh my god," he exhales, reclining the passenger seat so far back that it slams with a worrying thud. "you would not believe the shit that power got us into today."

it's been a week since you've seen him and he still — doesn't care, instead devolving into some vague story about his coworker and an axe and something about destruction of public property. you can't really calm down enough to pay attention to the few details he gives you, minute as they are.

"hey," he yawns, daring to put a foot up on your dash as the car rolls to a stop at a red light. "can we get food? i'm starving."

"denji," finally you turn to look at him, knuckles tight around the wheel. "you can't keep doing this."

"huh?" his eyebrows raise, taking in the scowl on your face. and then he waves his hand, like that's all it'll take to fix everything. like it's that easy. "i'll pay this time, swear—"

"no," you grit your teeth, "i mean this. i can't keep giving you rides everywhere."

"why not?"

"because we're not together anymore."

much as others might claim, you know he's not stupid, and he's too open with his feelings to hide the upset that flashes through his eyes. dark, nearly black, under the traffic light. he rolls them up to stare at the ceiling of your car, quiet as reality catches up to him.

"why not?"

the light flashes green, but you don't move. there's no one behind you, anyway, and despite knowing all too well the way to aki's apartment — you suddenly don't know where to turn. there's no road that takes you away from this same conversation that you've had time and time again.

"we love each other, right?"

you sigh, feeling your anger melt into the truth, souring the inside of your stomach as you rest your forehead against the wheel. "denji, it's not..."

that easy, you want to tell him. have told him. his face is an open book: eyes hopeful, just like the little smile on his face because he knows he's right. but there are things he's not telling you, no matter how hard you try.

power is the reason the truth of the devil hunting came out and it spawned a huge discussion that he'd simply shrugged off, adjusting the locks on the door he keeps you behind. it's dangerous, and you think that's maybe why he kept it from you for so long, but — there's more. he's teeming with secrets that you can't uncover.

you've never felt so far and yet so close to someone, as you do to him in the passenger seat right now.

"you didn't even give me a say in the whole thing."

despite the burning in your eyes, you snort and finally cross the intersection. "because you would have said no."

"yeah," he grins, striped in the light of a stray streetlamp. "exactly."

you don't know how else to explain it to him — but you know he's not stupid. it's why he carries such an air of nonchalance, like maybe you'll forget if neither of you mention it — and there are a lot of times that you wish that were true. that you could go back to the days before, when all that mattered was how close he kept to you in his sleep, how happy his simple kindnesses made you.

but how can you love him if you don't really know him?

what if one day he just doesn't come back? you would be left with — nothing. not an answer or a comfort, discovering him in pieces in the newspaper.

he's quiet until you pull into the parking lot of the complex, and his eyes are closed when you look at him. you think he's asleep until he sighs, angling his head towards you, offering you that same casual smile. even in the dim shadow, you can see the pinkness to his cheeks.

"sorry it's so late," he murmurs, "you should probably just stay the night."

"no denji," you rest your chin against the wheel, closing your eyes as he sits the seat back in its place. it brings him closer to you, but only physically. only in the same way as always. "i shouldn't. you have to stop calling me. you have to let me go."

the car floods with the cab light and you scrunch your face up before squinting at him, watching him look out into the night as the door chimes in the background. he laughs once and then hums, letting his head hang. grip tightening on the door handle. he never turns back.

"i don't know how."

[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."

[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!”

[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

[oceansatedogs]

(asaden thoughts ripped from my twt)

warning for violent/sexual themes and shit(?)

thinkin about how asa nor denji ever knew a real love, or ever had (or used to have) real friends. i want a love for them that's about finding out what the fuck trust even means. i'm thinkin about a shy love that creeps into the crack of a doorway like a dog with its tail between its legs. and it's a quarter til eleven at night and there's a spot on the bed where he could curl up, right next to asa.

and it's a tense sort of love. an unsure, inexperienced love. not knowing how to fill the space between them with a conversation kind of love. and asa's aching to take flight if it gets to be too much, and denji's ready to bite if he has to.

they don't get along well at first. they push and shove into each other and rarely see eye-to-eye.

(asa doesn't wanna look into his eyes, out of spite most of the time - but also, they always say that you should never look into the eyes of the thing you're gonna kill. it makes it harder. asa plans on keeping her eyes closed at the end.)

denji swears he doesn't "wanna fuckin deal with her". and if you asked asa, you'd get a similar answer, just with less cursing.

but he's there for her every time she falls and she's telling him everything she doesn't wanna tell anyone else, besides the demon in her head.

(it's also the first of the few times she'll spill her guts to him, but with no cuts or gashes. for now, it's a conversation on the floor, backs against the wall.)

i want them to fumble and fall and figure it out:

"what do you do on the second date? or the third?"

"does she actually like me?"

...

"should i tell him how i got that scar on my right leg from when i was 9?"

...

"do i still want to do this?"

...

.....

"how do i say i'm sorry?"

they have the kind of love that's tense but then they fall further, faster. like a body that's about to hit the ground - and it's just as hopeless as it sounds. because while they hold each other at night, asa's thinking about how now's the perfect time.

like,

asa's head is resting on his chest, and she can hear his heart's soft beating. and she's thinking about it; about sinking her talons into him, ripping him to pieces. she could do it right at that moment if she wanted. instead of twirling blond locks in her finger, she could twist a blade a few inches deep into him, and with just as much deft. and instead of deep kisses and mouths connected by threads of saliva, there'd be blood. so much blood. and bites and scratches and bruises and guts.

but like,

asa's limbs would still cling to denji's body as they tumble; and she'd writhe beneath him and curse and cry out his name. she'd still grab his hair in fistfuls, and he'd still be trying to catch his breath, and they'd be disheveled and their bodies would roll on the ground as they wrestled.

except, in this scenario, replace those damn butterflies with betrayal and the roses denji brought to their 5th date with resentment.

it crosses asa's mind as she looks at the boy in front of her, trying to decide how she wants him: teeth or teeth (of a chainsaw).

she can feel yoru's heavy presence leaning forward.

it makes her feel guilty.