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Catching his eyes

Denji angst time!!!

The soft light filters in through the nearby window, casting pillars of light onto his soft blonde hair. His expression is surprisingly tranquil as he sleeps, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open lightly. Although this reveals razor sharp teeth, it seems unthreatening in this morning light. Seeing Denji this peaceful almost makes it worth it. Almost. 

When he came to you in the middle of the night to lament to you about his suffering, you found it almost impossible to turn him away. As always, you would be his comfort when he had nowhere else to turn. You wanted to help him, after all, you knew how hard he always had it. He had once told you that you were similar to his old dog, whom he could share his dreams with. That you would always listen to him. That’s what you wanted to be for him. But it was so damn hard. Afterall, these dreams of his always starred a girl he could never quite get, and one you could never quite be. 

Makima. 

“Makima.” 

As you said it quietly to yourself, even the name felt wrong on your tongue. It felt like poison, a slow working but fatal poison. Perhaps that is what it was to your relationship with the confused boy in front of you. As he slept on your couch, you could almost imagine that her name would never cross his lips again. But of course, you doubted when he actually rose for the morning that it would take more than five minutes for her name to be brought up by the excited boy. Sometimes you wondered if it was actually love in his heart for the red haired woman, or he simply didn’t know how to express his true feelings. Despite all the time he had spent pouring out his heart to you, you still weren’t quite sure.

When had this happened to you? When had you allowed yourself to fall into this confusing chaotic relationship that would never be a relationship? Afterall, Denji was unaware of your feelings. Even if he knew, he was eager for romance so he might accept even with no feelings of reciprocation. The flame in his heart would always burn bright for the girl with the golden eyes. Before Denji, you had never seen Makima in this way. In your brief interactions with her, she had always seemed untouchable, but not unkind. She seemed to still care for her job and the people around her. Yet now, Denji had put a filter over your eyes. Sometimes you could see what he saw, you could see why she was so perfect. Still untouchable, but now she was worthy of adoration, worthy of worship. It was true, you could see why Denji had easily fallen for her. And yet the pain in your heart whenever she came into your gaze remained. 

Perhaps it wasn’t just seeing her. It was seeing him. His expression. His adoration. He was usually so loud, so obnoxious, so uncaring about others’ opinions. Yet around her, he grew silent. Respectful. This was a phenomenon you had never seen Denji experience with anyone else. 

Its not that you wanted that with him. You didn’t want Denji’s worship. Even asking for his love felt too much. Perhaps you just wanted his consideration. Just wanted to be in the running for his affection. 

Sometimes you could imagine it was there. When he came to you late at night, and you would offer him tea made with way too much sugar (just the way he likes it), a piece of toast with his favorite jam, and a patient ear; you could just barely see it. Just hardly there, glimmering below the surface, you could see something. Some emotion in his eyes. You didn’t quite know what it was. You didn’t want to give yourself false hope, but just like him, you liked to dream. 

Afterall, there had to be a reason he came to you. There had to be. Something inside of you refused to accept his reason of “Power would make fun of me” or “No way I’m talking to Topknot, he’s my rival!”. You never considered yourself an egotistical person, but you had to be special. Denji wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise. You were his confidant, a role you took with honor. You would always be there you this strange boy who had wormed his way into your heart. 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound of an alarm startled you from your thoughts, even startling Denji awake as well. As you walked over to click it off, you heard him groan lightly. 

“Ugh, thanks for setting an alarm for me. Aki would be on my ass if I was late again”. 

There it was again. You didn’t think you’d heard him say “thank you” to anyone else but you. And of course, Makima. But that had to mean something, didn’t it? 

“No problem. Do you want some breakfast before you head out?”

 Your eyes dragged over his tired frame. He was still dressed in his public safety uniform, although much more disheveled now. His tie was undone, his shirt was half unbuttoned, and everything he was wearing was wrinkly. If you had more time, you would offer to fix his clothes for him, even going as far as to get out your rarely used iron, sitting forgotten in your closet. However, you knew he was under a time crunch, so his heavily creased clothes would have to do. His eyes, though they looked tired, lit up slightly at the prospect of food. A fleeting thought crossed your mind about how you wished he would look at you like that. How pathetic you are. 

“Hell yeah! But it’ll have to be pretty quick or I won’t have time to get back to Aki’s before work.” He grinned as he spoke though, clearly more excited about breakfast than worried about what Aki would do to him if he was tardy. You turned your back to him, rummaging through your cabinets to find the baked goods you had procured yesterday. Although giving them to Denji would require you to go out again for food sooner than you expected, it would be worth it. Despite the fact he would probably never reciprocate your emotions, you would still always yearn to keep him happy and healthy. You would remain on the sidelines for him, if it meant you could see his delighted smile become a constant. 

As you turned back to him, that very smile was on his face, his eyes aglow with happiness. Even if it wasn’t for you, you’d take it. You knew Denji would continue to come as long as you’d let him, seeking someone to listen to and in turn help him understand his complicated emotions. And you intended to always be there when he looked. You just wished he was looking at you for a different reason. And some part of you, would always wish to be the girl with the red hair and golden eyes. 

# - 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 📍

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

masterlist | chainsaw man masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

I’m supposed to be getting ready for school but here I am

Looking at beam shit and it’s adorable

How Denji and Beam met (1)

hi i'm a new fanartist on tumblr! i mostly draw tokyo revengers, chainsaw man, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia and etc.

Denji: The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

Y/n Looking at Denji: Yeah...but do you know what's more beautiful?

Denji and Y/n in unison: [sighs] Makima

Who else does this fit? Would this be categorized as a self-indulgent? Surprise me.

@cherryblossomsenpai what do you think?

“You shouldn’t love me.”

“You don’t get to decide who I love.”

“I’m not right for you.”

“You’re perfect for me.”

“I’m dangerous.”

“I could let loose a little.”

“I’d ruin you.”

“I don’t need to be perfect.”

“I’d break you.”

“I don’t need to be in one piece.”

“I’m a monster.”

“Not to me. To me you’re an angel, you’re a god. So bright and wonderful. You make me smile, really smile. You make me laugh, you make me happy, you make me cry. You make me feel. You make me human again. I need you, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire life. I need you to need me the way I need you. I want you to think of me the way I think of you. I want you to feel the way I feel for you. I want you, so fucking bad it hurts.”

“I’m scared.”

“Me too. Let’s be scared together.”

18+||MINORS DNI

Looking at Denji while he sits on the bed and strokes his cock ♡ His face is twisted up with pleasure and his expression makes you giggle a bit, but it’s hard to see his face with the way his head is tilted down. “Hey Denji, baby, think you can look at me when you cum? Can you do that for me, hm?”

He looks up at you, puppy eyes staring straight into yours and you can tell he’s close. You reach out your hand and lovingly place it on his cheek as you watch him twitch and whimper as he cums, some of it splattering on his face. You just smile at him, caressing his cheek as he comes down from his high before swiping up the bit of cum that landed on his face and bringing your finger to his lips. He’s so dazed that he doesn’t even think about it before taking your finger into his mouth and licking it clean, still staring at you with those beautiful glassy eyes.

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)

How It Started W/ CSM Characters #2 [Gender Neutral Character]

Hey! Thanks for waiting for this next post, finals have been killing me :'). Don't forget that you can request scenarios. I hope you enjoy it! Denji

Denji has been a lonely dude since losing everyone he cared for working for Public Safety.

He shuffles along with his depressing school life not expecting anything to come out. During his lunchtime, he eats alone and scrounges around hoping to find anything valuable to sell

If you were to ask Denji what he does at school, he wouldn’t be able to remember in the slightest

Today is a normal, boring day of school with Denji making 500 Yen from letting girls sit on him

During his lunch break you walk up to him as he finishes his lunch

He assumes you want to use him as a seat so it surprises him when you sit beside him.

When the two of you start talking, he immediately starts to feel things for you since no one has paid him this much attention Before the conversation ends, Denji decides to make the move by asking you out on a date (Bro moves a bit quickly)

You accept much to his surprise and plan to go to the movie theater to watch several movies 

It’s the day of the date and you meet him outside of the movie theater 

During the movies, you constantly talk to him about the movies that you’re watching because you love analyzing the movies you watch

Denji has no idea half of what you’re saying but he likes talking to you about the movies

Once the date is over, you two leave the theater and he drops you off at your apartment, mind rushing with more ideas of dates to go on

Aki

As someone who was more emotionally invested in avenging his family, he hardly had much time to consider finding a partner

He had Himeno as a great friend but since she’s out of the picture (dead as hell), he’s pretty much emotionally alone

He had been anxious to meet the new members of Division 4 mainly due to his trauma

You were probably one of the most promising of the newbies, being the one who was easiest to train

After Division 4 defeats the Katana man and Akane Sawatari, you guys go out to celebrate the victory

This is where you and him begin to hit it off as friends.

Of course, he’s a bit distant but after a few patrols with the guy he becomes a bit friendlier

You quit devil hunting to get a job that’s less dangerous but still stay in touch with Aki

After the international Devil Hunter arc you go to check up on Aki to make sure that he’s doing alright

After that point, you practically move into his apartment to give him a helping hand :) with everything like cooking and cleaning

This is when Aki starts to truly understand how he feels about you and asks you out

He asks you to go everywhere with him as you are his home away from home

When Aki tells Kishibe about quitting being a devil hunter, he thinks of Denji and Power, but most importantly, he thinks about a future with you.

Today is a relaxing day where you decide to sleep in.

Aki takes this as an opportunity to meet up with Angel and go to meet Makima at the beach on a nice sunny day

✦ ; 人を憎む 🦴 𖥨 𝖣𝖤𝖭𝗝𝙄 𝙇𝘼𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖲

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"Denji, would you like to come to the store with me?"

The said male stopped petting Pochita as he shift his attention on yours, his face a pure mask of confusion, "Why?....I mean yeah sure.." he agrees, thinking less of it, he thought maybe you just need help carrying the groceries and maybe give him some extra change or something.

He swiftly stood up, putting Pochita on top of his head as he gingerly follows you down the street, a smile plastered on his lips as he hums lightly. His eyes flit to your figure busy confirming the grocery list in your hand.

The two of you met when he went to kill a devil residing within your family's farm. To say that you were shock that he's using a devil to kill another one was an understatement. But that grin he had on his face as he pat the small creature proudly made those thoughts vanish intantaneously.

After his quick work, you offered him a cup of tea and some biscuits, for which he didn't shy away from, much to your relief. You are completely certain you haven't seen the strange boy your whole life, and you grew up in this small town. But then again, you're not the type to wander around either.

He was sat by the patio, simply staring at the tea cup held in his hands, he watched the steam billows out as he breathes on it unintentionally, his eyes blinks back at the beverage with keen interest.

A light chuckle left your lips as you put the small plate of biscuits by his side,

He instantly looks down at the noise, and you swore there's stars in his eyes,

"Thank you for the food!" He hollered, as he took a huge gulp from the cup,

A loud gasp left your lips, your hands reaching out to stop him, but it was too late. He drank the whole thing, it was steaming hot!

"Why did you....." you muttered in disbelief, unable to finish your sentence as you carefully observe his strangely quiet reaction,

Denji only scrunched his face lightly, as he lolls his tongue out in pain, "ywat hes.." (that's hot) he tried saying, his face was slightly red, and you swore he might have accidentally injured himself too,

"Are you okay? Oh my god, you shouldn't drink tea in one sitting!"

He gingerly looks at you, he seems genuinely confused, which only concerns you even further, "You...don't know what tea is?"

He immediately shook his head to disgree, seemingly already recovered "I do! Of course...."

"Then..why?"

He grins awkwardly, a hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, "I just have no idea it'll be that hot?"

You can only stare at him in bewilderment,

Strange. This boy is strange. He doesn't seemed that youngㅡwas your first impression towards the boy, but now you've come to a realization that he's not the typical grown up either, he's probably a middle schooler, somewhere around your age, but slightly malnourished from the way his eyes sunken a little, hence why you thought he'll be older.

But then again, his face overall isn't that bad actually, in fact he looks strangely cute, youthful even. Like those models advertising local teen brands.

As if noticing your stare, the male pursed his lips before averting his gaze somewhere else, light pink dusted his cheeks in an embarassed manner.

"What is your name by the way?"

His eyes flit back to you for a second before looking back at the empty cup in his hands, "Denji."

You smiled, telling him your name as well, the small exchange somehow made him relaxed a little, to the point that he can stuff his mouth with biscuits more than he could actually handle.

"Would you like an orange juice for that?" You chuckled lightly,

He instantly lightens up, nodding his head repeatedly in respose as his own mouth failed him.

It's been a few weeks since then, you often see him around affer that since apparently he usually take the road near your house to get to his destinations, you weren't sure what he's doing or who's he working with, he hadn't bothered telling you about it though, it wasn't as if you've dared to ask anyway.

But you have this strange feeling that he won't tell you eitherway when there comes a chance you managed to ask it.

He seemed like a really secretive guy.

The sound of the sliding door opening greets you both, as you stepped inside the grocery store, the cool air conditioned room a stark contrast from the sweltering weather outside,

"Come," you grasp Denji by the hand as you grab a small basket with the other, not aware of the flustered look on the male's face as he stared down at your intertwined hands, yours felt so small, soft and warm... unconsciously, he squeeze your hand lightly, which made you turn to look at him questioningly, a bottle of ketchup midway onto your basket,

"Yes?" You asks, you awaited the male's answer, but he remained quiet, eyes glued onto your hands, you simply smiled, squeezing his hand back, "I don't want you to get lost, silly." You laugh lightly, as you continue your stroll, "You've wandered off from me last time in the market, remember?"

Of course he remembered that, why wouldn't he? That was like his first date, but not a first date. Shame, he thought once again, he likes the way you style your hair that day though.

"....and not to mention you were spacing out a lot lately you know, are you eating enough? You've gotten thinner... I hope Pochita was being fed well too..." you continued to ramble on, as you add more items in your basket,

"Speaking of..." you turned towards the two,  "Pochita, are you eating well? I sure do hope Denji here isn't hoarding all the food, cause you also do the work you know!"

Pochita simply bark happily as if to answer your claims, you sigh, giving Denji's hand a light squeeze once again, "I am not always there to give you two biscuits you know, so take care of yourself. Both of you." You sigh, letting your other hand to rest against Denji's cheeks, he look back at you, eyes slightly wide, as he slowly processed the scene infront of him, he almost malfunctioned right there.

But you pull away before he could, thankfully.

As the two of you made your way to the counter, you saw the large fridge for cold treats, grinning, you drag the poor boy with you once again, he seemed confused as he stared at the cold machine in front of him,

"I'll have a few spare change, want some ice cream you two?"

Pochita barks happily, once again agreeing with you, the other however was simply silent, an unreadable expression etched across his face, as though he's on a serious debate with someone and it'll cost him his own life if he answered wrong.

"Uhhh.. sure."

"Hmmm, what flavor would you like to try? I figured you've tried chocolate and vanilla before..even strawberry. So maybe we should try the....cookies and cream, caramel?" You suggests, he had no idea what you're talking about, but he simply agrees, a smile donning his face as he watched you happily took 3 items inside the machine, you paid for them by the counter, watching as his 5 months worth of money got spent in a single day. Normal people probably live like these everyday... how nice.

As you both exit the store, Denji was quiet,, it was almost scary.

"Denji?" You called out, a concerned look on your face,

"Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

The concern in your voice snapped him out as he grins back, "Yeah! Why?"

"Your ice cream is melting," he looks down, feeling something cold run down his fingers, it's uncomfortable, he thought.

"Eat it already," you lightly laugh,

Denji gulps and instantly took a weary yet large bite off of it. He froze, a sensitive tooth maybe, who knows?

"Sooooo, how was it? Pochita seemed to like it tho!" You grinned, crouching down the pavement to pet the small devil, you look up awaiting his response,

But the boy was strangely silent, head tilted upwards

"Denji?" You called out in concern,

He simply rub an arm against his face before chomping down another bite from his ice cream, "This is really good!"

ㅡ

"Those are yours, by the way." You smiled, as you point at the grocery bag in his hands. He insisted on escorting you back home after your little trip to the store, having no idea that the bag in his hand was his and Pochita to keep.

He stood there frozen, "...What? I...I shouldn'tㅡ"

"Well I insist!" You beamed back, a carefree grin etched across your lips, as you held the gate to slide it open, "I'll see you tomorrow!" and with that you went in, allowing Denji to sink in all that happened today, they are definitely too much to take in,

He got to hold a girl's hand

Went to shop with her

She held his cheek

He finally tasted ice cream

And she gave him some groceries too,

On their way back, Denji holds Pochita close to his chest, "This grocery will lasts us for 3 months, Pochita..."

❤️❤️❤️❤️ i love this soooooooooooooo much y'all 😭 I have it bad for denji now

Taking Care of Sick Denji

Anime/Manga: Chainsaw Man

Summary: Denji gets sick, and finally has someone there to take care of him.

Denji's never had anyone take care of him while he was sick.

He gets sick at least once every winter, and it is absolutely miserable. And with no medicine, no proper warmth, and no one to take care of him in the least, to say Denji dreads flu season would be a major understatement.

He feels sick just thinking about laying on the floor of a freezing shack that Denji isn't sure is better or worse with a burning fever, chills making his teeth chatter and head ache, a stomach so hungry but churning so bad he couldn't keep bread down if he had it, even Pochita's attempts to comfort him aren't much when his waking moments and dreams meld into delusions around him.

And so, just like every other sickness, when Denji wakes aching like he was body slammed by a bus and a sore throat that he knows will just get worse, he barricades himself in his room to endure it by himself as always.

He doesn't tell Power or Aki but when he isn't up for breakfast, Aki peaks in his room to check that he's not gone or dead.

Seeing that he obviously isn't feeling well, and assuming he took some cough syrup from the bathroom cabinet, Aki lets him be. Power already ate his meal anyway.

You though, upon not being physically tackled by your excited puppy of a boyfriend on entering the apartment, are confused.

Asking Aki if he was out on a mission and becoming much more concerned when he assures you Denji is just resting.

Seeing that you're quickly jumping to thoughts about him having been injured on a mission, Aki once again tries to soothe you saying he just seems under the weather, and was still in bed.

Honestly you were a little surprised he could get sick considering all the wounds and limb loss he bounces back from.

But that was a wonder for another time, your baby, and you can just imagine now how whiny he must be sick, is in need of some proper tlc.

So when you gentle knock on his door with no response, and open up to find him curled around his pillow, motionless, with his blanket kicked to the floor and shaggy hair stuck to his face from sweat, your worries return.

Denji's already progessed into the delirious stage when you come in and press a cool hand against his burning forehead.

He looks up at you, blurry and unfocused, and thinks he sees an angel. One of his dreams back, come to take him away. Or maybe laugh in his face, dreams are unpredictable. Especially sick ones.

He groans and weakly tries to get you to stop "manhandling him" (in his own, irritating grumbles.) as you try and make him sit up, asking when he last took some medicine, to which he's even more confused, mumbling something along the lines of

"yer a pretty dream, but lemme alone" before flopping back onto his side with a miserable wheeze and diving back into a fitful sleep.

With a concerned frown you go and ask if Aki knows the last time he had any medicine, who wasn't sure but he'd been cooped up in his room long enough for another dose at least.

When you return to his room a short while later, Denji's at least a little more coherent when you wake him again, and groggily obeys when you tell him to sit up, clinging to sleep but following your instructions to lean forward for you to put a fluffed pillow behind his back.

He wakes up a bit more when he sees the steaming bowl you'd brought in with you, trying to sniff and getting a miserable failure with a painfully clogged nose and giving a pitiful groan instead.

What kind of nightmare is this, there's food right there and he can't even smell it. Honestly when he thinks again, stomach turning, that maybe that's better.

Denji's brought back to reality when you kneel on the bed beside him, wiping a cool damp rag arcross his forehead and replacing it with your lips gently on his brow, pulling back with a mumble of "far too warm…"

He can't help it, even sick he just stares at you, wide eyes and mouth hanging open. This can't be real, especially when you pick up the bowl, blowing on a spoonful and lifting it to his lips.

"Eat as much as you can, then you can sleep."

Denji doesn't know what this is, or what this feeling is, but takes the spoonful, bland, warm, caring. He swears it tastes like being cared for, and tears well up in his eyes.

He finishes the entire bowl of soup, to your happy unsurprise. You'd truly be worried if he didn't eat, and even sick he seemed rather content with being spoon fed the entire thing.

Afterwards bringing out a tin of vapor rub and startling him with the request to take off his shirt.

"W-what? now??" it's comical the bright red of his face on top of the fever.

"I could help you if you want Denji?" He strips before you can assist, chest heaving from the effort and aching from the effort.

You can't help but chuckle at how he's holding his breath while you rub gel onto his chest and back, then helping him put his shirt back on and fixing him to properly sit elevated against the pillows.

"It'll help you breathe better."

Pressing another lingering kiss to his forehead before stepping back.

"I'm going to get you some medicine, don't fall asleep yet."

Denji's not convinced he isn't asleep right now, is it possible to feel like absolute shit but also the best he's ever been at the same time?

"This is a pretty great dream, right Pochita?"

When you return with a dark blue bottle, filling a small plastic cup, he's happy to go along with whatever you want.

Forehead kisses, extra pillows, back rubs and spoon fed soup, he's more than willing to go along with anything you tell him to do.

"It'll help you sleep too." you say with a smile.

"Take the whole thing in one gulp. it'll be easier." A gentle, caring smile.

The second the thick, potent liquid hits his tongue Denji can pinpoint where this dream became a nightmare.

Choking on blue poison sends him into a coughing fit, you try to pat his back to soothe him and he just glares at you with such betrayal, when did his sweet angel become such a horrible, wicked devilman?

He could barely taste your soup but he's certain he'll taste "Nyquil" as it kills him, a shiver down his spine at a nastiness he's never felt.

Maybe it was better being sick alone in the shack.

To make matters worse you still smile softly at him, tucked an extra blanket around him cozy, and pressing another kiss to his hair.

"I brought you some cough drops too, and I'll be here if you need anything else."

A strange warmth builds up in his chest again at your words.

And he rethinks, or maybe not.

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Denji with a Codependent gf!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Nah. Probably later I will.”

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

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

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

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

“Hu-“

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

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

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

You sniffle again, shaking your head.

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

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

You huff and shake your head a second time.

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

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

“You…”

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

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

“Hey! What’s so funny?”

“I just feel exactly the same way.”

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

prequel drabble to this link here hang on . also other denji hcs link here

Pls reblog or smth if u like it I’m trying to talk to ppl about csm more !!!

uwaaaaaaaaaaaah~💓 @denjisexual your stories make me so happy ♥️♥️♥️

Thinking about . . .

Denji giving the reader princess treatment. Your love language is supposedly what you lacked as a child, but with denji, it proves more than true. He wants to give you everything he never had. that stuffed animal, a bowl of rice, some nice warm blankets. He wants to give it all to you! Would have definitely resorted to stealing small trinkets for you if he was unable to afford them. Like undoubtedly he would have. He just wants to give his princess everything the world has to offer. <3

READ AND FALL IN LOVE LIKE I DID ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

18+ MDNI (all content belongs to me @mosesa )

content warnings at beginning of each work, usually all F!reader unless otherwise specified, no csm spoilers in any of these rn, heart for favs

The Texas Pussy Massacre (monster fucking) ♡

Sitting on his face (smut)

Denji x codependent gf reader one shot

Denji x clingy gn! reader drabble

Sassy bf Denji hcs

More bf Denji hcs ♡

denji bf hcs part 3

Denji sucking ur tits while ur sleeping drabble (smut)

Hayakawa household smokes weed hcs

Study Sessions (semi public sex) ♡

Asking Denji to hit u in bed (smut)

Pussy magnet Denji x reader

Denji x shy reader one shot (smut)

Denji x gyaru girlfriend fluff

..

And my Aki works:

Aki hayakawa bf hcs ♡

Aki bf hcs p2

Aki x shy reader hcs

Plus my 2 Armin drabbles lol

Drunk armin does ur skincare fluff

Condescending bf armin helps u @ bank

REQUESTS:

I take a while to get to them but I appreciate them!! & I might change the prompt around or not do it if I’m super not into it,, but no judgement or kinkshaming,, i’m down to write dc, fluff or anything in between 💘

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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

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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

Merry Christmas from Denji ♥️

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[4:35 PM] DENJI HAYAKAWA

summary: Denji is touch starved and just wants someone who actually loves him for him.

Denji lies alone in his bed. He always finds himself alone if he really thought about it. Loneliness consumed him like a plague, and it’s not like it was by choice. Most of his days he curses the world for making his life so hard.

He never really asked for much. He wasn’t picky or ungrateful. He did the best with what he had and what he got. He never complained either. If there was ever one chance for him to be selfish about something. He’d choose love.

He wonders what it’s like to be loved by someone. Maybe some people love him. The only people that’d come to mind weren’t around anymore so he never counts it. He also wondered if his perception of love was correct. It’s just he’s never known how, he needed that someone to show him how to love. Not take him for all his worth and leave with it. He hated people like that, he hated people for being so selfish, he hated how naive he was, hated how his love never seemed like enough.

Now Denji could say everything changed when he met you. Yet he didn’t want to admit it. He couldn’t bother getting attached again. For someone who hates to think, you made him overthink a ton.

He’s seen it all. The soft smiles you’d send him, to the loud laughing at his non-funny jokes. Or the way you complimented him, to the way you’d take any opportunity to touch him. He’s not saying these things don’t give him butterflies. They do, he just tries too hard to reject it.

You’ve pursued Denji for a while and it honestly seems suspicious to the poor boy. Thinking you’ve been around too long with only good intentions, he’s not used to it and only assumes the worst out of it. He’s not good with words either, so it’s hard for you to pick up that he’s had some rough “relationships”. He sees himself in you, all these days you spend your time giving him your love.

Denji is convinced that every pretty girl he’s come across is a spawn of satan. Yet he feels so different when he's with you, he doesn’t know if what he’s feeling is right but his heart yearns for you. So when you finally get the courage to profess your love to him, he thinks maybe you are different. He’s never had a girl actually tell him they loved him. They’d only take advantage of his horny fantasies and use them against him. (Not saying he regretted some of those things) Yet, you pointed out things he hadn’t even known about himself. You saw through his flaws and were patient with him.

Denji lays in his bed, but this time he isn’t alone. You’re right beside him, matching his shallow breaths. You hold his hand as you guys lay within proximity. Your guy's foreheads touch as your other hand moves a strand of hair from his eyes, tracing his features. Denji closes his eyes, basking in the feeling of your soft lips placing pecks all over his face.

He no longer curses the world for making his life so hard.

Yet he smiles at the thought of being able to finally know how it feels to be loved by someone.

© 2022 k0za — do not repost, translate, modify or copy my work.

Denji with a short and clingy s/o

Note: Denji x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Very SFW. Suggestive themes but that’s all!

• When the two of you first met, it didn’t end well. Denji thought you were too cute but made a comment about your height that he didn’t mean to sound offensive. Although you look cute, you quickly became violent and ended up kicking him right in the balls for the comment. After that, you both couldn’t stand each other.

• But it couldn’t get any worse once you got ordered by Makima to begin living in the Hayakawa Residences. “You should take this opportunity to understand your co-workers”, She explained while you weren’t having it. Even so, you complied to her orders and moved in with your 3 other co-workers. But eventually with the living situation, you and Denji began to be civil with each other. Afterall, you handled with the cooking and cleaning. You even knew how to discipline Power when she misbehaved.

• After awhile, Denji starts to look at you differently. He thinks your height is actually cute and likes the height differences between you and him.

• He starts to keep the teasing to a minimum and when you take notice, you guys start becoming really close!

• Whenever you’re around Power and she makes a comment about your height, Denji doesn’t hesitate to defend you. “Leave Y/n alone, she can’t control her height! At least she knows how to clean after herself!”, Denji shouts as Power snaps back, “Hey! I actually began flushing!” thus begins an argument between the two. You knew you were supposed to break up the fight but you couldn’t help but just stare at Denji with awe.

• You began doing everything for Denji like doing his laundry and cooking his favorite meals. And when he wouldn’t understand what he’s reading, you would always be there with him to read it for him while he appreciates it a lot.

• When he would be sitting down at the couch, watching whatever Aki put on the tv, you follow in pursuit and would be there right next to him as you wrap your arms around his. You looked like a clingy puppy in Denji’s eyes and he was loving every second of it. “Is this fine, Denji?” You ask with a sweet tone and pleading eyes. “Y-Yeah..I don’t mind..” Denji stutters. ‘she definitely wants me!’ Denji thought to himself

• Whenever he’s around Makima, you can’t help but feel jealous. Although you and Denji aren’t official but the mutual feelings was clear. Even if Denji tries to stay loyal for Makima, his mind would always travel back to you and how you’re actually willing to show him affection no matter where you guys are. Your obvious jealousy and possessive behavior goes straight to his head and makes him fall for you even more. “Ms. Makima, sorry to interrupt but me and Denji are having a picnic date and it’s already our lunch break!” You pop out of nowhere while you protectively cling to Denji’s arm before you lead him out of the office. Oh he is so in love with you.

•You both finally became official after you confessed your undying love for him. Denji swore he was gonna melt from your cute confession——oh how he wanted to be with you forever! Of course he instantly accepted your love declaration within seconds, you didn’t even finish confessing.

•You guys are absolutely so adorable! You both never leave each other’s side. Denji tries his hardest to keep the relationship always in it’s honeymoon phase.

•Everyone around you might think you guys are gross——Aki rolling his eyes whenever he sees you guys being all lovey dovey and Power making unwanted comments. But it didn’t affect you guys at all. You’re just happy to be each other’s company.

•Denji tries to participate in any activity you like doing! For example, if you like to paint. He will be there right next to you, painting as well. It’s always silly things he draws balls but they always look bad, he’s trying his best tho.

•Whenever you guys are out, Denji has the urge to carry you everywhere. He would hold you up when you can’t reach something and you reward him with head pats as you praise him for always thinking about you.

•Speaking of praises, this boy loves it when you praise him even for the bare minimum. He loves hearing you calling him a good boy and rewarding him with letting him lay on your chest after he protects you from a devil during a mission.

•Something you guys like to share is your clothes, even though his clothes is very big on you while your clothes can be tight on him. “Are you sure you wanna wear that? It’s a size medium in women’s, I don’t think it’ll fit” You spoke up while watching Denji put on your hoodie, “Pssh! It’s fine! I like it because it smells like you!” He reassures right before he stretches the material. You like wearing his sweatpants since they’re really comfortable and soft, especially when you’re guys are cuddling. He enjoys seeing you wear his clothes.

•Also might I add, he thinks you look so pretty——literally! Whenever you’re doing just about anything, he can’t help but stare at how cute you look. Cooking, washing the dishes, writing, walking back from a mission, Doesn’t matter because he will always tell you how beautiful you look and you just can’t help it but hug him even more.

•When the first time you guys kissed, Denji couldn’t stop smiling. It felt like fireworks were exploding inside his body. Although of course he had to crouch down since he didn’t want you to hurt your neck more than you already have whenever you look up at him, your lips felt so soft that he got goosebumps all over his body. As you pulled away with a flustered look on your face, your eyes holding adoration and love for Denji. You were obviously embarrassed when he couldn’t say anything. “I-I’m sorry! Was I too stiff?! I swear I don’t mean-..”Denji stopped you from ranting as he quickly but carefully holds you up. “Can I kiss you again?” He asks while you couldn’t help but smile before nodding and leaning in again.

Can you guys tell this is my first fic??😭 I’ve been on the Denji tag for awhile and I swear it’s so dry rn lol

this is so cute

Denji is stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He loves you.

Denji is stupid.

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