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I think that the same thing that happened to Denji in Chainsaw Man could happen to Hunter because when Denji dies Pochita sacrifices himself by merging with him and revives him and gives Denji his chainsaw powers making Denji acquire chainsaw characteristics that Pochita had as well could happen to Hunter by inheriting Flapjack's powers.
Remember when I said in a post that when Flapjack sacrificed himself by fusing with Hunter to save them is similar to the moment when Pochita sacrificed himself by fusing with Denji to save him?
It turned out to be true and now Hunter has the teleportation powers that Flapjack had in the same way that Denji inherited Pochita's chainsaw demon powers.
Now that I think about it, Hunter and Denji are similars because they have a smug and rude face but that's just a facade to hide how lonely and traumatized they are and suffered terrible abuse by people they loved (Belos and Makima) and wanted to please because they felt indebted to them for giving them love and a better life only for said people to reveal that they never cared about Denji and Hunter as people but are with them because they remind them of someone they really love and/or idealize (Caleb and chainsaw demon).
I think that the same thing that happened to Denji in Chainsaw Man could happen to Hunter because when Denji dies Pochita sacrifices himself by merging with him and revives him and gives Denji his chainsaw powers making Denji acquire chainsaw characteristics that Pochita had as well could happen to Hunter by inheriting Flapjack's powers.
Remember when I said in a post that when Flapjack sacrificed himself by fusing with Hunter to save them is similar to the moment when Pochita sacrificed himself by fusing with Denji to save him?
It turned out to be true and now Hunter has the teleportation powers that Flapjack had in the same way that Denji inherited Pochita's chainsaw demon powers.
Now that I think about it, Hunter and Denji are similars because they have a smug and rude face but that's just a facade to hide how lonely and traumatized they are and suffered terrible abuse by people they loved (Belos and Makima) and wanted to please because they felt indebted to them for giving them love and a better life only for said people to reveal that they never cared about Denji and Hunter as people but are with them because they remind them of someone they really love and/or idealize (Caleb and chainsaw demon).
I love them so much but at the same time I’m so afraid, what’s fujimoto cooking 😭
FUJIMOTO WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME?? JUST LET THEM GO ON ANOTHER DATE TOGETHER? I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE ACTION JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY
Being an asaden shipper will only bring pain won’t it?
I find denji adorable, this is true vanilla sex mix with a little kink... 🍻🍺🍸🐾🍹
Twelve days of Smutcember 2022.
Day 7 - What’s to wait.
Denji (chainsawman) x Fem!Reader
This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...
finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.
You must be 18 years or older to read this...
🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
Summary: you help Denji fulling understand what he’s working for.
Word count: 811
CW: nipple/breast play, slight breeding kink, swearing, unprotected sex, first time.
“I have a goal to work towards…” Denji shouted as he fell off his bed onto his butt, you smirked as you stepped off the bed and climbed on him, “I know I’m not her… but don’t you want to feel what you’re working towards” you grabbed his hands and leaned into his face before kissing his cheek, “uhh… but… umm… I-“ Denji laid back, you straddled Denji’s hips and pressed his hands down next to his head, “tell me no… if you don’t want me say so… but…” you hummed and leaned down towards his ear, “if you say yes, I’ll keep you nice and warm all night long… inside…” you pulled back and watched as his face went bright red. “Yes, I want it… let’s have sex” Denji burst out and you giggled at his quick response, “you seem really eager… when you dreamed of this day, what happened first? Tell me your deepest fantasies and I’ll fulfil every one” you smiled and let go of Denji’s hand before running your fingers down his arms to his chest, “I… I want…” he muttered as he stared directly at your chest, “let me touch them… your breasts, please” Denji sat up and held your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your chest, “so soft” he sighed as his hands slipped under your singlet while he rubbed his face between your breast, “take your top off… I wanna squeeze your fun bags” Denji hummed and began pulling your top off, assisting him, you watched as his eyes light up at the sight of your bare breasts. “This your first time seeing boobs?” You smiled and gave them a little bounce “first time in person…” Denji spoke before roughly pressing his face back in between, the force of his face being pushed into your chest caused you the fall back and Denji to fall on top of you, his hands went to your breast and started to squeeze them roughly. Denji squeezed and kneaded your breast before rolling your nipples between his fingers, “I’m going to suck on it” he informed you before licking the erect bud, you moaned as he told your nipple into his mouth, Denji gave your nipples equal attention, it felt good better then he released. “You gonna put it in me or you just gonna play with my tits all night” you moaned as you wrapped your legs around Denji’s waist, “can I do both?” He asked and he pulled back, you nodded and chuckled watching him light up.
Denji pulled off his clothes and kneeled between your legs, he rubbed his erection, “wow… I can’t believe it’s finally going to happen” he said as he grabbed the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down in one swift motion, “so cute…” he leaned down, examining your wet cunt up close. “I can go in, right?” Denji asked and you nodded turning over onto your hands and knees, wiggling your ass and pushed back into him, Denji groaned before rubbing his tip around your entrance as if he was trying to find a way in before his tip finally found its destination, you both moaned loudly as he slid in. Denji started a slow pace has he praised your tight warmth, “holy crap… it’s so much wetter then I thought” he spoke excitedly as he rested his hands on your shoulders, “wait you said I could play with your boobs…” he hummed and gave your shoulders a squeeze. Denji’s pace continued as a strong slow motion, you felt his hands reach around you and grope your chest before he forcibly pulled you back into his chest, Denji roughly squeezed your breasts and sped up his pace, you moaned loudly as he groaned in your ear. “Be careful… you might just make a mess inside me if you keep going like that…” you hummed and focused on the slight tightness in your core, Denji groaned loudly as he breathed in your sense, “…you might just get me pregnant if you finish inside me” you chuckled and felt him twitch, Denji knew if he thought to much about what you just said he’d cum in an instant, but he couldn’t help himself… you’d let him cum inside you…? and you wouldn’t be mad…? Denji moaned at the thought of sewing himself as deep as he could, before pushing up into you roughly, Denji threw his head back and moaned out, “oh fuck!” He called as his cum spilled into you.
“I’m sorry I was the only one to finish” he sighed as he cuddled into your breasts, “it’s fine… I had fun” you chuckled running your fingers in his hair, “let’s do this again sometime…” Denji hums and you smiled, nodding before closing your eyes and waiting for sleep to over come you.
Day 6: Icy Hot Gaze - Satoru Gojo
Day no: TBA (Coming soon)
Smutcember Masterlist (Coming soon)
My Portuguese class was very boring so I drew Denji
Denji from chainsawman is like the only correct answer
a real blorbo is someone you can both write a lengthy and serious/sad analysis on yet also constantly and i mean constantly make stupid jokes about
I know you pack a chainsaw
good evening everybody
(girlbeast template under the cut)
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 out 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
th-t-th-this 💓💓💓💓
If you do sub denji stuff could you ever done one about him and reader doing some semi public stuff?
study session
Cw: MDNI! Denji x F!Reader, established relationship, she wears a skirt, semi public sex, unprotected sex w the creampie 💘, slight subby Denji, college age/college setting! Wk: about 2k
thanks so so kindly to the lovely @akicore for beta read!!!
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On Friday nights, the last place you’d choose to be is the library, trying to wrap your head around calculus concepts. And yet here you sit, the clock just reaching 8pm and with enough work remaining to bury you here the whole weekend. You’re proud of how much progress you’re making though, with the help of a new lo-fi beats playlist you found on spotify to keep you focused. Your boyfriend, believe it or not, is also quite focused beside you. Only instead of the research project he came here to work on, Denji’s attention is fixed on the little scraggly flowers he’s been doodling on his notebook margins for the past five minutes.
Suddenly your music cuts off anticlimactically, and the song that was playing is replaced by the dull buzzing of the library lights above you, and the soft hum of a few other people talking and moving about the big room. You sigh—your headphones must have died.
You shift your eyes off of your laptop screen for the first time in too long, feeling them burn slightly from the uninterrupted staring and peek at Denji, finding him absorbed in a drawing he’s making.
“How’s your progress?”
Denji jumps, this is the first time either of you have said anything in almost an hour.
“God. You scared me. Uhh,” he looks down at his brainstorming, “honestly, i’m pretty checked out for the day! Researching stuff sucks. This essay’ll just have to write itself some other time.”
“Essays don’t tend to do that. But i’m sorry—I didn’t even notice you were done here, you must have been so bored!”
“Nah don’t worry about it, I only gave up just recently. Wasn’t bored.”
“Want me to look over what you have? I could try and give some tips.”
Next thing Denji knew, you were sliding up next to him on his bench, sitting unnecessarily close to look at his laptop and notes.
Not that I’m complaining though, Denji thinks as he scoots closer against your plush thighs. The neckline of his tee shirt you were borrowing droops lower on you than it does on him, and somehow when you lean close to talk it opens to a perfect view of your braless chest. He can’t focus on a word you’re saying.
“Denji? Denji!”
He slow blinks back up to your eyes. When you raise your eyebrows he shakes his head to clear it.
“What was that?”
You huff and then, to Denji’s utter astonishment, grab his hand and shove it under the waistband of your skirt, sliding it over your panties. The fabric is sticky and soaked.
“Woah.” His cock twitches in his pants. He looks around quickly at the near-empty library, you both are sitting in a corner and no one seems to be paying attention to you. He automatically starts rubbing you slow through your underwear.
“Didn’t expect you t’be this wet right now.”
You lean your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his.
“You didn’t even-hhh-hear me. Said I was ready to leave,” you inhale shakily, “but now I'm not so sure.”
Denji gives you stupid eyes.
“Ya want me to keep touchin’ you out here?”
You turn your head to bite his shoulder, keeping yourself from moaning when his finger starts circling your clit a bit faster.
“No.”
“No?” Denji’s hand freezes. Then you point a shaky finger at the study room nearby. Denji purses his lips and raises his eyebrows, you can practically hear the silent for real? he’s asking. When you nod in response, you’re both quickly shuffling papers, closing laptops and throwing your things into backpacks.
Denji throws them both over his shoulders and takes your hand, biting his cheek to keep from smiling too much while you grab a few straggling pencils.
When the door to the study room closes you immediately pounce on him—knocking his legs against the table while he tries to carefully set down the backpacks. You’re impatient though, barely letting the straps leave his shoulders before you’re pushing him down, accidentally forcing him to fall back against the hard surface. “Ow!”
There’s a wide-eyed pause while you both listen to see if a librarian’s coming to yell at you for the noise. When there’s only silence, you crawl on top of him, interrupting whatever remark he was about to make with a rushed kiss. He leans onto an elbow to meet you easier, pulling your hips down so you’re straddling his hard cock. And instantly you’re rocking, grinding desperately against him while your skirt rides up and he whines into your mouth.
“Need you so bad,” Denji groans against your lips while he sits up fully—unable to stop his hips from bucking upwards or his needy hands from squeezing and kneading their way to your sides.
“Yeah?” You start grinding more slow and deep, moving careful so the table legs don’t move.
He nods against you, fast and eager, and the next buck of his hips makes the wood beneath you creak.
You put a finger to your lips and pause your movements—a reminder to stay quiet.
Then you’re pulling apart to undo his pants, trying to slow your heavy breathing while he does the same. He’s still a bit twitchy while you work on his belt buckle, accidentally moving his hips towards your touch then blushing when you smile at him.
You successfully unzip them though, and then you have to crawl off the table to help him pull the pants down, fumbling with the denim to come loose. Everything’s hurried, you’re both suddenly so desperate for more that going slow isn’t an option.
So when his pants are finally pulled down, then his boxers too, you’re immediate when you push him back to sit on the table.
You could pause—you might have if you were in one of your rooms. You could worship his thick cock and tell him how pretty it is, you could touch it nice and slow at first and then lick his precum, you could make him go crazy. But you’re in the library and you’re desperate to feel him inside you already; you don’t even know when it closes.
So your panties are ripped off before he can situate himself, then you’re lifting your knees onto the table around him and straddling his hips. Denji’s hands are frozen, he’s so turned on he can barely think let alone move, and he can’t wrap his head around the fact that you’re about to fuck him in the library. He thinks he must be dreaming—he’s certain of it when you spit in your palm and start stroking his dick, getting him ready for your pussy.
“Denji,” you whisper, breaking him out of his trance.
“Hm?” His hands find your thighs.
“S’this… okay?”
“Yeah. Yes.” He nods while he talks, making eye contact with your lips. So you line him up with your entrance, sighing when you feel his tip start to slide in. You’re wet—enough that the initial stretch barely hurts—Denji’s size usually always takes some adjusting to. Then you’re both shakily inhaling as you slowly slide yourself down, and Denji whimpers when you bottom out.
“Y’okay?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his back to pull him close. Denji wraps his arms around you too, dropping his head over your shoulder and breathing in your comforting scent.
“Soo okay.”
You sit still for a moment, heart melting in Denji’s big embrace. You’re so warm now, despite the heavy air conditioning; you love holding him like this—snugly connected in every way. But when you shift a little you’re reminded how stiff his cock is inside you, and how sweet every movement feels. So you roll your hips. Gently at first, but gradually picking up speed. It feels so right, he feels so right. Soon your hands are tangled in his hair while Denji’s lips find your neck, kissing then licking then sucking, likely leaving bruises. You have to bite your lip to keep quiet—your senses overwhelmed.
And so are Denji’s. For him, everything is you, you’re in his lap, in his arms, around his cock, on his tongue. It’s the kind of feeling that makes him wonder how he was functioning without it. When you pull him into a messy kiss, never ceasing the steady movement of your hips, he can’t stop himself from moaning, slurring how soft you feel against your lips.
“Shhh, Denji. I know it feels good but I need you to be quiet.”
You’re panting and holding back moans yourself, trying to maintain enough restraint for the both of you. It’s so easy to forget where you are when he’s hitting all the right places inside of you, sighing sweet words against your skin. It’s easy to get lost in the feeling of his hand sneaking under your shirt, palming your breasts, and then tugging one of your nipples. It’s easy to start slamming down hard the way you know makes Denji Dizzy, forgetting that you’re perched on an old table instead of his bed.
A particularly loud creak of the wood makes you freeze your actions, face heating up. You look at the door again, but then Denji’s lifting your shirt more, stealing your attention when he leans down to drag his lips across your chest.
“Ngh. Denji,” you whine, holding him close and arching your back when he captures a nipple in his mouth. His big hands find your hips again, pulling you up and down, helping you resume your movements.
He has to work to keep his voice quiet when he says “Please don’t stop. Want you to keep goin’.”
What Denji doesn’t realize is that you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. At this point your body is moving without your command, chasing a high that only he can bring. So you pull him up into a new kiss, your lips frenzied against his while his cock hits you perfectly over and over.
Each stroke is more intense with Denji helping you, making him struggle to kiss you back. You can tell he’s getting close the more his lips falter, his jagged breaths filling your ears. So you use his shoulders for leverage, pushing yourself up and down more quickly with their support. At this point you don’t care if the whole library can hear squeaking from the study room, all that matters is that both of you can get each other off soon.
“M’gonna cum.” Denji’s struggling not to groan when he talks.
“Good boy. You’re doin’ so good for me,” you say, gripping his neck and rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You want to burn this image of him in your brain forever—his messy golden hair and lidded eyes, his glossy parted lips. You actually like how the fluorescent study room lights capture him, how you can clearly see all the cute details of his face.
But you like how he looks when he’s cumming best of all, throwing his head back while his eyes scrunch up—the bridge of his nose wrinkling. So you force yourself to keep your eyes open when you reach your high too, riding it out while his hot seed makes a mess under your skirt, watching Denji spasm below you. You barely notice his grip on your sides has become bruising, only feeling the waves of orgasm wash over you, electrifying you in the way that would have rendered you silent even if you were in the privacy of your own room.
Denji has to lean forward again and bury his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his mouth to your skin to keep his noises at bay as his cum is pushed back into you over and over. It’s too much, he’s so sensitive, but he’s not confident he could tell you that without losing control over his voice completely.
When you finally slow your movements around him, and your cunt stops clamping down so tightly, Denji is able to lift his head from your shoulder and meet your eyes. He doesn’t expect to find lust still swimming within them. But then-
“I’m so glad our schedules finally lined up to get this project over with.”
“Me too. Should we find a room?”
You hear other students outside the door, their voices getting closer.
thanks so much for request anon! I also got one for fucking him in a study room so i combined prompts <3
i loved this story so much I thought about it for days💕
Haha would you ever do.. Denji with a Gyaru Gf… haha wouldn’t that be crazy… 👀👀 (turning notifications on)
YES! Denji x gyaru girlfriend.... a lil fluffy drabble
note: I honestly hadn’t heard of a gyaru aesthetic before this ask but it seems very feminine y2k w lots of pink when u look it up! I <3 it, Pls enjoy cutie! ! lil get ready w Denji fic… Also thanks @p00pdev1l for inspiring some of it heehee sending infinite hearts to u!
m.list this is sfw but still no minors on my page pls...
Your perfume. That’s the first thing Denji notices when he walks into your room. It’s sweet and fruity—reminds him of walking by a bakery. Or even one of those fancy beauty stores he’s let you drag him into, was it kush? That can’t be right. LUSH. The smell kinda reminds Denji of that lush store. Or maybe the store reminded him of you since he’s known you longer…
Regardless, it’s nice. Then he always notices the walls, covered in art and cute little decorations, a perfect reflection of your interests. Girly. It’s girly. It feels refreshing compared to his room—not that he doesn’t appreciate his room for what it is. His room is practical, his bed is big enough to comfortably sleep two, there’s a calendar on the wall, he even has a nightstand with a picture of you and him on top.
His mattress certainly doesn’t have a skirt though. Nor will you find a pretty little vanity next to his closet, or printed curtains over his windows. Your room feels like the type of place where he should be barred entry—a no boys allowed sign would fit perfectly on your door, sealing all pink tidiness inside a safe haven.
So he’s flattered everytime you take him in. Butterflies and everything when you tug his arm through the doorway, guiding him to sit on the bed while you go to grab your speaker. He has to shove stuffed animals out of the way to make room—noting the familiar button-eyed faces, his heart skipping a beat when he sees the giant Kuromi plush he won for you at a fair next to your pillow.
You turn music on then, playing something lo-fi for the morning, and Denji expects you to continue getting ready—you’re still in your pajamas and fuzzy slippers—but then you’re crawling onto the bed next to him.
“Good morning, Denji,” you say all sweet, smushing your cheek into his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him. He melts against you while his heart skyrockets.
“G’morning.” He feels your pretty long nails drag up his back the way he likes—the way you know he likes. Suddenly his plans for the day seem unimportant—if he could just lay in your bed while you scratch his back forever he’d be content to never leave.
He heaves a deep sigh, grabbing one of your squishmellows to lean his head on in his lap. “love when you do that.”
You giggle and widen the circle you’re drawing over his spine.
“You love when I claw you?”
“Mhm.”
You smile to yourself, running your acrylics over his shirt with a little more pressure for a minute before leaning over to kiss his shoulder blade.
“Need to finish getting ready.”
Denji’s eyes open—they’d drifted closed to the feeling of your hands on him—and he sits up with a subtle blush. “‘Course! Finish your makeup or whatever.”
“Actually my makeup’s already done,” you say, standing in front of him and grabbing his cheeks with your face right in front of his. You close your eyes and turn to show Denji different angles of your masterwork.
“Woah.”
Denji would honestly be lying if he said he noticed the carefully applied lines around your eyes before you pointed it out—he’d just thought you looked pretty as always. But now that he’s really looking, he can appreciate how tough it must’ve been to make the lines so straight. He’s thoroughly impressed.
“I like this part.” He points to his eyes, gesturing to his outer corner to refer to your wings.
“Hehe thank you!” His smile grows at your maintained proximity, his cheeks warming when you plant a little kiss on one of them.
You frown then, looking at his clean skin where you kissed.
“Wait, I’m forgetting something.” You turn to rummage through your vanity while floating hearts twinkle around Denji’s head. You pull your pink, bubblegum-flavor lip gloss out of a drawer.
Denji nods knowingly—this is the one makeup item Denji can always recognize, thanks to its ability to grant extra messy kisses.
“You want some?” You ask with a mischievous grin.
“You’ll get some on me either way, I hope,” he grumbles. He doesn’t like wearing lip gloss on principle, but for you he’ll tough through it.
Soon you’re scooting up next to him on the bed, applying a generous amount of product before pressing your lips to Denji’s, careful so you don’t smudge it everywhere.
When you pull back, he’s wearing a cute expression, trying to pout through a smile.
“Aww you look so cute!”
“I better! This stuff’s more pain than it’s worth in my opinion. Leaves ya all sticky.”
“Whatever, meanie! I like it,” then you’re tugging his hand up towards your closet. “Now help me pick my outfit for the day!”
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