#Chainsaw Man Headcanons

[iid-smile]

ideal dream , denji

x gn!reader ! profanity, slight suggestive implications at the end, mentions of kids and marriage, you're his unofficial housewife

author's note: um i got lazy so this is kinda bad ahahahahahahah

the smell of chicken and onions filled your apartment, but it wasn't overwhelming unpleasant. for dinner was budget katsudon, but your boyfriend wasn't picky enough to really notice the difference.

"what's your dream?" you suddenly muse to him, filling in the comfortable silence.

denji leans his head on the back of the couch, eyes drifting back and forth as if he's visually imagining a scenario. "to live in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and you can cook for me all the time."

a soft chuckle turns into more of a sigh through your nose, and you take a quick glance up at him before focusing on the knife in your hand again. "if i refuse?" you ask, knowing full well you wouldn't.

"please don't." his response was quick and sounded pleading, his eyes drifting over to you as if it would convince you otherwise. too predictable, and unexpectedly cute.

chop. chop. chop. denji was sitting as close as he possibly could to where you were standing, his limbs spread all over the couch as he silently looked up at you through the open window to the kitchen. he throws his head back just that little bit more so he could get a nice view of you from below, admiring your peaceful and gentle face with so much attraction.

you exhale, dropping off some thinly sliced lettuce into a strainer after washing. "dreams are just dreams, you know? where would i get ingredients from, hm?" your crossed arms lean on the edge of the counter as you give him your full attention.

only for a moment does he look conflicted, eyes glancing away from you as he thinks of his answer. "i'll hunt them for you." now there's a small grin on his lips, as if he's already proud of his future self for going out of his way to hunt for you. "build us a little garden 'n shit."

in slight surprise, your eyebrows raise a little. "you sure? can't imagine you handling gardening too well, love."

"if it's for you, i'll do it." , looking more determined than before. "and we can have pet chickens too."

you were cooking some chicken for dinner, a substitute for pork cutlet because you couldn't afford it, so the reasoning should be obvious. but it wouldn't hurt to ask, right? "for what?"

"eggs."

random, considering he rarely asks you to cook eggs. "oh yeah? and what else?"

"i'll marry you, 'n the chickens can be our spectators, cuz we won't have anyone else. the plants can watch too, plants are alive, so they'd able to hear us say our vows." maybe you influenced him too much while watching the notebook... he's interested in marriage?

you can only shake your head with a smile, wiping your hands on your apron as you stand up straight again. "you are a lost cause. just a bit crazy."

"'m gonna make it real, just watch. i'll work extra hard, so we can get enough money and move the hell out of here." he suddenly sits up, turning around to directly face you. there's an obvious glint, a sparkle in his eyes. "and then, and then! we can have a whole bunch of kids and—"

you cut him off with a giggle, already knowing what he was going to say. "okay, i'm gonna have to stop you there, big boy. we're not rabbits, so we really don't need to go at it that often."

"aw..." denji's face immediately falls, a disappointment look overcoming his features.

you wouldn't want him to lose hope that quick, would you? especially considering he listens to your every word and takes them seriously. "...but... we can think about that when we actually have our dream place."

"YES!"

"don't sound so giddy about it."

[lilchibi-chan]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬

Makima x Fem! Reader

content: 18+ only. nsfw. dom! makima, begging, edging, use of toys

You’ve been under Makima’s wing and part of her team for about a year now. Though she can be a bit distant, she has an aura about her that you can’t help but be interested in. She’s powerful, mesmerizing and beautiful. The way she’s carries herself with confidence is something you wish you had.

“Y/N,” she coos, pulling you out of your trance

“Y-yes Ms.Makima,” you say, a flush of warmth going over your cheeks

“Will you be joining us this evening for a drink,” she says leaning on the door frame

“Oh, y-yeah. I am”

“Well then what are you waiting for? Everyone’s ready,” she says with a smile

You get up from where you were sitting and you all make your way to the restaurant.

Once sat, everyone orders food and pitchers of beer, amongst other beverages. You were sat next to Makima on one side while Denji was on the other. He was already past his limit, but he looked like he was having a good time. You however, could hold your liquor very well.

“Wow y/n, 3 pints down and you’re still going strong,” Makima says impressed

“Y-yeah, I guess I’m a pretty good drinker…or at least better than Denji,” you say with a laugh

Makima lets out a small laugh as well

“You know Ms. Makima, I didn’t think you would show much interest in me when I first joined your team. I heard you weren’t the most..personable person in the world…but I’m grateful for your mentorship,” you say, feeling your cheeks blushing

“Y/N,” she says placing a hand on your thigh,“you, Denji and power are all special assets to my team. I care about you all very deeply.”

She moves closer to your ear and whispers.

“You in particular though, are different,” she says, sending shivers down your spine

You continue to drink and have a good time with everyone, until you finally check your phone.

11:00 PM

“Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late,” you say surprised

You start to get up to leave and Makima stands with you.

“Will you be heading out too miss,” you ask

“Yes, I feel like accompanying you home,” she says nonchalantly

“O-oh, w-well okay,” you say shocked at her forwardness

“W-what about Denji and Power,” you ask

“They’ll be fine,” she says

“Now come along”

You follow after her

You both enter the car and you tell her your address. The drive is quiet, but you could feel a tension in the air between you and her.

“M-miss Makima-,” you start and she cuts you off

“We’re not at work right now, so you can drop the formalities. Just call me, Makima,” she says

“M-makima, I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed tonight and it was really nice being sat next to you,” you say honestly

The car stops in front of your house

“Thank you for the ride,” you say

“Aren’t you going to invite me in y/n. I’ve known you for a year and I haven’t even seen what your place looks like,” she says with a smirk

“O-oh y-yes, please come in mi-I mean Makima,” you say

“Oh, but first I’d like to let you know that I have a pet, I hope you don’t mind. They’re very sweet and stay out of trouble,” you inform her

“It’s no trouble at all,” she says

You take out your keys and unlock the door to your apartment. Your pet comes to greet you and gets shy once they notice you’re not alone.

“It’s okay honey,” you say soothing them,“this is my boss, she’s going to stay for a little bit. That’s okay, right,” you ask

Your pet approaches Makima slowly and she crouches to their level

“It’s nice to meet you little one,” she says in a voice smooth as fresh honey

“Would you like water or anything,” you ask Makima

“No, I’m fine thank you,” she says

“Where’s your bathroom,” she asks

“Down the hall. It’s the first door. I’ll be in my room changing, it’s next to the bathroom. Make yourself at home,” you say

Both of you head down the hall.

When Makima enters the bathroom, she admires the space, but her eyes stop on the bathtub. She notices you’ve left a lovely little pink friend in there.

As you’re changing into your pjs, you hear the door open. Thinking it’s your pet, you turn around, breasts fully exposed.

“M-Makima, I-I thought-,” you’re interrupted when you notice what she has in her hands

Forgetting you’re only wearing panties, you rush over to her and try to take the vibrator out of her hand, but she quickly moves it out of your reach.

“Who knew you were such a dirty little thing,” she says in your ear

She cups your face in her free hand.

“What do you think about when you have this between your legs,” she asks seductively

You avoid eye contact and stay quiet. You feel your nipples get hard as the cold air of your fan bites at them.

“Look at me,” she commands and you can’t help but do what she says

“That’s a good girl. Now tell me. What do you think about,” she commands

“I-I think about…”

“There’s no use in hiding it doll. I’ve already found your toy,” she says

“I think about..you,” you say honestly

She smiles at you. A smile filled with lust and eyes filled with power.

“Then how about I make your fantasies a reality tonight, but trust me when I say, they won’t come easy,” she says

She gets close to your ear. You feel yourself get more stimulated being so close to her that your nipples are touching the fabric of her shirt.

“I’m going to edge you, until you’re begging me to make you cum,” she pulls away

Your eyes meet once again.

“Now be a good girl for me and remove your panties, right here,” she instructs

You do as she says and look into her eyes again.

“Get on the bed”

Again, you follow her commands.

“Now I want you to spread your legs and show yourself to me. I want to see you.”

You hesitate, feeling even more vulnerable than you already are.

She hovers over you.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll make you darling and the experience will be much more unbearable for you. Just the thought of watching you writhe and squirm is exciting. Now will you do it?”

“Yes,” you say obeying

“Yes what,” she coos

“Yes, miss,” you say

“That’s my sweet girl,” she says cupping your chin

She gets off the bed and you spread your legs, then hide your face.

“Uh uh, don’t hide honey. I want to see all of you.”

You put your hands at your side.

“You’re so slick already and I haven’t even done anything yet,” she says with satisfaction

“My needy girl, the first thing we’re gonna do is get you dripping wet.”

She turned on the vibrator and put it to your nipples. You jolt a bit due to the unexpected sensation. The vibrator is moved further down your body until it reaches your already sensitive clit.

A moan escapes your mouth and then you bite your lip.

“You don’t need to silence yourself. I want to hear you.”

She moves the vibrator back to your clit again, leaving it for a couple seconds longer. You move your hips and grind against it.

“Uh uh, keep those hips still. I told you, it’s not going to be easy.”

You let out a small groan

“I know you wanna cum, but I’m not ready to let you do that just yet.”

“I wonder what other things you’re hiding in here,” she says and crouches to look under your bed

“Hmm nothing under here,” she says then makes her way over to your closet

On your top shelf, she notices a box. She takes it down and opens it. She sees restraints, a flogger, a dildo, lube and a few other bits and bobs.

She makes her way back over to you, box in hand.

“Oh, you really are a naughty girl,” she says and you see the fire light in her eyes

She restrains your arms.

“Now you can’t hide that beautiful face from me.”

She restrains your legs.

“Just in case. I don’t want you hiding your wet little cunt from me, sweetheart,” she says

She takes a body oil out from the box and pours some over you. She starts massaging your waist. Her touch making your back arch. She works her way up your body and massages your breasts, stopping over one of your nipples and slowly rolling it between her fingers.

She stops for a second and your eyes flutter open. You look over at her and see she’s getting undressed.

“I want to feel you,” she says before heading back over to you

She gets on top of you and starts massaging you again. Feeling her bare pussy on top of yours sends you into a new fit of pleasure as you think about her grinding against you.

You feel yourself buck your hips again. She lets out a small laugh.

“Getting needy are we. Let me see how you feel down there,” she says, removing one of her hands from your chest and down to your pussy.

“Mmmm, you are getting drenched,” she says and starts making small circles on your clit with her fingers, massaging your breast with her other hand

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” she says

She’s off of you and heads down the bed. She pushes your legs up and lays down.

“Oh, you’re so fucking pretty honey~”

She places her tongue to the lips of your cunt and splits them slowly. She takes her hands to hold you open and you feel yourself clenching and throbbing. Getting wetter and wetter.

“Such a beautiful, needy little thing~”

She places her tongue back to you and teases your clit with her thumb

A fit of small moans escapes you and as much as you want to move your hips, you can’t because Makima is holding you down.

You feel yourself get closer to your climax and then she stops.

She goes up to your face and kisses your lips.

“Taste yourself sweetheart. You taste so fucking good and as much as I wanted to go longer, you’re not allowed to cum yet,” she says and starts making out with you

You want nothing more than to touch her and hold her closer to your body. Let your hands and fingers roam about her body. Feel what she feels like. Wondering if she’s as needy as you are. Wondering if she knows you want her as much as she wants you and as much as you want to cum for her.

You’re calmer now, but you are still very stimulated as your thoughts are filled with her.

She moves her hands up to your restraints and frees them. She breaks away from your lips and stands up. She frees your feet.

“Flip over on your stomach and get on your knees baby,” she says and gives you one more kiss

You do as she says and you arch back

“I didn’t think the view of you could get any better, but fuck you’re even more stunning this way.”

She grabs the dildo and lube from the box, as well as your butt plug.

She first starts with her fingers, licking them before entering you. She’s pumps in and out of you slowly, making sure you feel every stroke. She adds a third finger once you feel loose enough. She removes her fingers and they are replace with your dildo. You feel the balls of it slapping your clit and it starts to drive you wild. You want to push back on it, but in fear that you’ll cum, you decide against it. You didn’t want to disobey Makima.

As she continues pumping into you with the dildo, you feel a liquid going over your asshole and you release a small gasp. Makima lets out a small laugh.

“Doll, I can’t please one needy hole and not pleasure the other. She just looked so lonely, but don’t worry, i’ll take good care of her.”

She starts massaging circles around your other hole while still thrusting into you. More waves of pleasure take over your body. She adds more and more lube until you’re loose enough for her to finger your ass. You let out a loud moan. She removes the dildo from you and places your vibrator to your clit, still fingering you in your other place. That’s when you feel that big rush about to happen and she stops again.

She grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to her.

“You’ve been so good for me and I know you were so close just now, but I need you to hold on a bit longer.”

“Makima please, I can’t take anymore,” you say pleading

“You can baby. I know you can. Now face me,” she says and lets go of your hair

You turn around and now you’re face to face with her.

“Put this in,” she says holding your butt plug

You take it from her and insert it, letting out a moan.

She places your dildo under you

“Ride it and don’t break eye contact with me,” she says

You mount the dildo, mouth agape as it fills you up.

You bounce up and down on it.

“Touch yourself,” she says

You take your fingers and play with your clit

“Makima,” you moan out

“That’s it baby, scream for me,” she says with a delighted smile

“Makima,” you moan out a bit louder

“Keep going baby, do you feel it? That pressure building in your core as you bounce that beautiful pussy up and down that shaft,” she asks

“Y-yes,” you say almost breathless

“Do you want to cum,” she asks

You nod.

“Let me hear you baby. Tell me what you want,” she says

“I w-want to cum! Pl-please let me cum,” you say begging

“Go ahead,” she whispers in your ear,“cum for me sweetheart.”

You went a bit faster, your strokes becoming needier and needier for pleasure and then it happens. That sweet bliss. That pressure finally gone.

“Good girl,” she says and places a kiss on your lips

But you have one more thing you want to do

“M-Makima, I w-want to make you feel good too,”you say

“Is that so,” she says intrigued

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Say what you want,” she says

“Lay down,” you say

You place her legs over your shoulders and you take her in for a moment. You can’t believe this is real. You spread her lips with your fingers and you feel her warmth. She’s just as wet as you were before, maybe even wetter. You start to eat her out and her moans are now filling the room. You start to include your fingers and tease her asshole a bit while pleasuring her. You stop because you want to feel her against you when she cums. 

“Sit up, I want to feel you against me,” you say

“Wow, my princess is all grown up now, telling me what she wants confidently. Alright,” she says

You both entangle your limbs, pussies just centimeters apart until you make impact and start grinding against each other. Both of you releasing a symphony of moans from the pleasuring of feeling each other up close. Your fluids combining with each others. Bliss, pure bliss.

You both cum at the same time and Makima kisses you hungrily, then deepens it.

“You were so good baby, let’s rest now,” she says

You both lay down under the covers and she gives you one more kiss on the lips and the kisses your forehead.

“Good night,” she says

You say it back and both drift off to sleep.

Sooooooo I’m back!!!!!!! I hope you all who are of age enjoyed this and uhhhh I’ll see you again soon. Requests are always open, so don’t be afraid to ask.

[tootiecakes234]

Men that you can turn your brain off with.

You guys going on a trip 5 hours away, he’s driving the entire way while you relax.

Making plans to go across the country, all you have to do it pack your things. He books the tickets, reservations, and outings. He even gives you his card to go get yourself new things to take on the trip with you.

About to make a big investment together, don’t even worry. All you have to do is be there to the sign your signature.

Having a big date night, he has everything in order for you to go, relax and enjoy yourself.

Unless he’s super busy, he’ll usually always plans out your meals for you. Even if you have to work, he’d order lunch to be delivered to you or pack your lunch before you leave the house.

He gives you the ultimate princess treatment always. You’re just there to grace him with your presence and have a great time.

*I just want to be a cute ditzy gf🤭

* Eijirou Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Nanami Kento, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Aki Hayakawa, loid Forger, Kakashi Hatake… any of your faves.

[laceymorganwrites]

Certified babyboy Denji hcs

The sweet:

he always hums when he feels safe

doesn´t have the best singing voice but he loves music to death and is always dancing around somehow

this boy will not stop moving, be that tapping his fingers, feet or swaying his head

does happy dances when he eats good food, sees cute animals or when the sun is out

he is actually a good listener but nobody ever believes him

when he´s with you he tries extra hard to listen to you cause he´s interested in everything you have to say but he gets so distracted thinking about how beautiful you are that he just zones out

always has this goofy grin on his face, so many people called him dumb because of it but he can´t help it

they don´t know what he´s been through and how much it means to him that he can finally live safely 

literally obsessed with chocolate and homecooked food

loves to bake once he learns how to 

you can read him like a book whenever he´s nervous or shy

has the cutest fucking pout

but he only shows his sad and vulnerable side to people he really trusts with his whole heart (I could write a whole essay about this ngl)

has sweaty hands and is shy to hold yours because of that but is over the moon when you say you don´t mind

overall way too excited about dates

will literally jump in the air and be over the moon over a simple boba date 

most people think he´s annoying and dumb because of this, since he just expresses his positive feelings so overtly, especially happiness and excitement

while at the same time he just bottles up negative feelings

will get lost in your eyes and bump into things if you don´t hold his hand at all times

likes to be close to you at all times

is constantly warm, even though he grew up in shitty environments that were super cold

has a bunch of hobbies but it changes weekly

however he´s one of those people who actually sticks with them all cause they´re so fun and he´s sad he can´t do them all as much as he wants to

makes faces at the mirror all the time and sings in the shower

looks like low effort, just out of bed but actually puts a lot of thought into his appearance cause he wants to look good, especially to you, but mostly he just fails 

loves tickling you and spinning you around

sharing meals, feeding you, getting fed by you, eating is just much more fun with you around

gives everything a name and nickname 

The spicy:

spit. just spit

loves it when you spit in his mouth 

generally drools a lot 

horny all the time, but it gets annoying a lot too 

oversensitive virgin baby 

biggest fucking praise kink

pull his hair to make him moan

is embarrassed about being loud in bed but he just can´t hold back, lots of whines especially

loves it when you hold him close, the feelings overwhelm him so much that he just needs this safety

his hands are always shaky

cries when he cums

oral fixation!!!

loves to eat you out but calms down so much when he can suck on your tits

he finds it very intimate when he gets to suck on your fingers

eye contact is super important to him

gets overstimulated on accident, he just can´t help it, feels too good

will call you master 

don´t ask why but put him in a cute maid dress and his confidence just boosts, you were thinking he´d be super subby and you could be rougher with him but instead he doms you 

is a switch heavily leaning sub and mostly when he doms you it´s very gentle, more of a service top rlly but whenever he´s in dom mood he just wants to worship you

mostly happens when you´ve been away a long time

[24hlevi]

（｡>‿<｡ ）I feel so shy to even ask this haha! Can you do one with Denji confessing his love for 'reader'?

of course! do not feel shy to request, because i will almost always respond! i love denji so much so thank you for requesting 🫶

also im sorry how short these are :(

— How Denji Would Confess

denji (chainsaw man) x gn!reader

warnings: none!

- okay so let's say this takes place after the events of reze and makima, so basing it in part 2 of the manga, he would be incredibly nervous to confess his feelings to you

- it seems like every time he likes someone, he ends up getting almost killed, they get killed, or something terrible either way

- so he would be terrified of even thinking of saying that he has feelings for you

- denji would likely try to avoid you at all costs thinking his crush on you would go away if he didn't see you as often, that obviously doesn't work

- so he tries to show his feelings for you by his actions, and even though he's a nervous wreck doing anything around you, you still don't understand what he's doing

- if it continues on for a few months that you don't realize then denji will pull you aside, likely with some flowers in his hands and just shove them into your hands looking down at the ground and talking so fast you can barely catch his confession

- he wrote down what to say on his hand but he was sweating so much it got smeared and he couldn't read most of it so he just ranted for a few minutes

- needless to say he was incredibly shocked when you said you liked him too, and he looked at you with wide eyes, not believing it

- you give him a quick kiss on his cheek and he swears he almost dropped dead at that exact moment, his face heating up bright red as he stuttered out a "you do?"

- poor boy was so nervous you would reject him :(

- but he did pick your favorite flowers that he somehow remembered you say one time and even though he stole them from the store he was so happy that you liked them

- denji would then ask you out on a date, he doesn't know where cause honestly he didn't think he'd make it this far but he doesn't want you to meet nayuta yet so probably someplace else

- he's grinning like an idiot though when you grab his hand and start walking with him telling him how you were confused by his previous actions but that it makes sense now

- if you don't know he's chainsaw man, he'll tell you right then and there out of worry that someone will try to kill you for being with him, and he will make sure nothing happens to you no matter what

[wowcatboys]

I'm feeling so totally normal about Denji so like denji with reader who both are hella virgins trying to have sex for the first time

virgin Denji so sweet LOVE him

Warnings: 18+ Denji, explicit sex, AFAB pronouns/anatomy, Denji's POV.

dare et accipere.

Denji knows there’s not much he can give you. 

He’s supposed to be listening to you, and he really, really wants to. Your voice is coming out in a low, gentle hum. It’s buzzing around his head like a late-night summer moth tempted by a flickering streetlight, but never quite landing. But your hand, your hand has landed. It’s resting on his knee and he thinks the warmth that’s seeping into his skin through his pants might set him on fire. Blistering, intense, somehow not unpleasant. But it’s enough to scramble his brain, to cross the wires a little. 

So he’s supposed to be looking at you, listening to you, but he can’t stop thinking about how his room looks. His room, of all things. There was a time when he would have been so glad to have a girl in his room, he wouldn’t have thought about anything except girl and room and ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod and no amount of dirty laundry would poke through her feminine smokescreen. But you, you’re different. 

His eyes flicker around the room: underneath you both, a mattress, the sheets just washed but freckled with permanent stains. On his nightstand a candle Nayuta made at school, allegedly smelling like warm vanilla (really, it just stinks like somebody forgot cookies in the oven). There’s a curtain, bought second-hand, fixed over his bedroom window with thumbtacks. Over everything a dusting of dog hair. And it’s enough for him, really, it is. 

But he can’t stop thinking that you, you deserve new clean sheets, romantic music filling the air instead of the hum of an air conditioner, a whole damn department-store-section of candles. The weight of everything he doesn’t have presses into his bones. It digs its thumbs into his chest. He starts to think, what the hell, you deserve more than him—

And then your soft hand rubs against his cheek. His thoughts evaporate. Poof. 

“Denji? What are you thinking about, honey?”

“Um,” he says, very eloquently. Denji goes completely pink. His hands won’t stop moving in his lap. He rips off a sharp corner of fingernail, lets it tumble out of his fingers and onto the floor. If he keeps picking at his fingernails, he’s going to start bleeding. That thought doesn’t save his cuticles. Denji squishes a loose tag on his index finger. He pulls.

You giggle. Your soft hands close over his, prying his fingers apart. Denji’s lips quirk. You squeeze him in your grip, and sigh. 

“It’s okay to be nervous,” you tell him. You squeeze his chin between your soft, soft fingers and lift his chin until your cool breath fans his burning cheeks. The smile you give him is gentle, delicate, like a flower blooming. And god, his chest tightens. His heart hums in his chest, growling chainsaw-loud. The buzzing in his ears threatens to swallow him whole. “I’m nervous too,” you admit. “But I want it to be you.”

“I want it to be you, too,” he blurts out. Thank god his brain can go on autopilot sometimes because he feels so pleasantly tangled up, he has no idea how to form words right now. But, well, who needs words, anyway. Your eyes flutter shut, and you keep his chin trapped between your fingers. You blow a sigh out of your mouth, like somehow maybe your nerves will go out with it. 

He knows he’s supposed to close his eyes to kiss—he knows that’s a rule that someone somewhere made up, and everyone is supposed to follow. But he can’t help it. He wants to watch you as long as he can. You’re starting to lean in. He catches the softest hint of your shampoo. Again, on autopilot, his hand finds your cheek. Denji’s rough thumb skims over your cheekbone. You smile then, so bright, and you timidly catch your bottom lip between your teeth, and holy, holy, holy shit, Denji thinks. A shiver shakes down his spine. 

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. And you deserve everything, absolutely everything, but you’re here with him. Denji. With his chainsaw heart and his bare-walled room and his hands that don’t know how to touch a woman (yet). His hand trembles a little against your warm cheek. His throat’s dry, and so is his mouth, dry like cotton. He’s nervous, yes, because it’s you, and because it’s sex. He’s nervous but dear god he’s ready, the way his pants are too tight, almost choking him and the pounding in his chest all shout ready, ready, never been so ready. So it kills him to stop but ugh, you’re such a nice pretty girl. You really do deserve at least one candle.

“Wait wait wait,” he chokes. Your eyes fly open. Your spine straightens as you pull back, so fast and half-frantic you could almost call it ‘recoiling’.

“Did I do something wrong…?” There’s nervousness sticking to your voice. 

“No,” Denji assures quickly, squeezing your hand. “Just hold on a second, okay? And close yer eyes again.” Your shoulders relax. The gentle, timid smile blooms back across your face. 

Denji scrambles up from the bed. There’s a fluorescent pink lighter lounging next to Nayuta’s candle and he snatches it up. Flicking it quickly, he holds the flame to the wick and smiles lopsided as the flame catches. He lets the lighter clatter out of his hand back onto the desk. Denji plops back onto the bed beside you, catching one of your hands in his. 

“Ta-da,” he announces. You open your eyes and he presents the lit candle with an enthusiastic wiggle of his fingers. You make a showy gasp and cover your open mouth.

“Wow! All for me?” You tease, and bump his shoulder with yours. He grins. Tease all you like, but you can’t hide how hard you’re blushing or the way that just one candle makes your eyes light up like a whole damn Christmas tree. Denji feels a warmth start in the center of his chest and spread out, all gentle-like. It pools in his stomach, his fingers, his cheeks.

“Well, yeah,” he says. “Anything for my girl.”

‘My girl’ makes you melt into him. You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh, looking up at him with those pretty-pretty eyes. He brushes a kiss right between your eyebrows, and lingers there a moment. Because yes he wants to sleep with you, and yes maybe he imagined losing his virginity as something sloppy, sweaty, pulled away from him quick and unceremoniously like a band-aid. But Nayuta is at a sleepover and you have nothing but time tonight, so why rush? Why not savor it?

(No. He’s not stalling because he’s nervous. No way.)

“This feels kinda sappy,” you laugh, rippling through the silence. Denji squishes your hand.

“Yeah,” he agrees, smiling lopsided. “It kinda does, doesn’t it? Who woulda thought I could be so romantic?”

“I like it, though,” you assure.

“Good,” he says.

“But I wanna have sex with you now. If that’s okay.”

“Oh,” he says. A beat passes. His brain is in total-meltdown mode. Not a single coherent thought to speak of. Autopilot takes control again and makes him inch closer to you on the mattress. You both ignore the squeaking. “Yeah, that would be awesome.”

You take his face in your hands, holding him still, and lean forward to gently push your lips together. It’s a quiet, sweet peck before you pull away. Once. Twice. On kiss three Denji flicks his tongue out to push against your lips and relishes in your quiet gasp. He’s kissed a handful of girls and he’s definitely read his fair share of dirty manga, enough to have good instincts. He lifts a palm to caress your babysoft face before dragging it back to tangle in your hair. His other hand finds your left breast and camps out there. 

“Denji,” you sigh into his open mouth, in an airy kind of voice that goes straight to his dick. His fist tightens in your hair and he’s desperate, he’s got to taste you. He slips his tongue inside your mouth and curls it along the roof of your mouth. Denji licks a shuddering stripe across you. Your back arches, mashing your tit into his hand. He whines. 

You chew on his bottom lip, timid enough that he barely feels your teeth. But it’s enough to make his hands tremble against you. 

“Mmmmm,” he hums, deep and dark and low. The prick is enough to remind him he’s got hands and, oh shit, he should probably be doing something with them. He unwinds his fist from your hair, trails it slowly down your neck until you shudder into his touch. Denji’s hand cups your other breast. Experimental, he squishes them, savors how they mold to his hands. 

“That’s…” you’re stammering, breathing your unsteady words into the inch of space between your mouth and his. 

“Good, baby?” Denji double checks. 

You nod before slamming your mouth back against his, almost splitting his lip on his needlepoint teeth. The sting makes him palm your chest again, probably harder than he should. But you make a sweet little desperate sound that he swallows whole, a keening note that he takes as encouragement. Timid, he runs his fingers along the firm shell of your bra, feeling where the material starts and ends under the thin fabric of your shirt.

“You can take it off,” you pull away from his mouth to whisper in the shell of his ear. And then, more firmly, “I want you to take it off”

Denji doesn’t need to be told twice. He snatches the loose hem of your shirt and pulls, yanking it off you so quickly it almost gets stuck on your arms. You splutter, teasingly.

“Can you take it off faster?” You giggle, helping him unsnare the fabric from your armpit.

“Can always try!” He says brightly, offering you a wide, cheesy grin. You roll your eyes. He finally gets the damn shirt loose and slides it quickly off your arm, tossing it over his shoulder.

“No thanks, I don’t need you to rip all my shirts to shreds.”

“Mmmmm,” he bumps his nose against yours, rubs against you affectionately. Denji’s calloused palms skim down your arms. His fingers tingle like electricity, like TV static. “I dunno, it seems like a good idea to me.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you grip his shoulders, steadying yourself before swinging a leg over his waist. Your knee brushes against his dick and he whines, full on whines, and he doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed. Denji sinks one hand into your soft thigh. His other spreads out over your spine, helping you balance until you’re comfortably straddling him. Your thighs, god, your soft, squishy, wonderful thighs, how did he get so lucky, squeeze against his legs, and the heat explodes across him like a wildfire. Tender, you press a light kiss to the top of his head and sigh. The inhale pushes your tits right into his face. He almost cums right then and there.

“Fuck,” he breathes. The word fans hot air across your collarbone and your skin explodes into goosebumps. Denji’s hands scramble across your back, looking for your bra clasp. You arch into his touch.

“Up,” you murmur into his ear, earning a shudder. “And to the left.”

He follows your instructions well and hones in on the snaps. Denji’s fingers tremble but it doesn’t stop him from unclasping your bra. His fingernails scrap lightly against your skin and right there, he’s got it. The bra snaps open, and you slip the straps off.

Denji’s seen your boobs twice. The first time, when you’d broken into an apartment-complex swimming pool and lost your bikini top trying to dunk his head underwater. The second time, you’d been sharing the bathroom, changing clothes. He’d made to (reluctantly) slip out as soon as you’d started unzipping your shorts but you’d given him a wink, squeezed past him, and locked the bathroom door. “I don’t mind if you stay,” you’d whispered against the shell of his ear. 

He’s jerked off to both events multiple times but holy shit, this? With you breathing heavy, topless, and straddling him? Your hard nipples just inches from his face, your cheeks warm and blushing, you biting your lip as if to say I hope you like them? This takes the absolute fucking cake. He’s gonna be touching himself to this for months.

Denji’s hands shoot to your breasts. For a moment, he just holds them gently, still, his eyes wide and cheeks cherry-red. 

“Um,” he chokes out. “Baby, I dunno if I’m gonna last long enough to…”

You giggle all sweet, taking his face in your hands. 

“It’s okay if you don’t,” you reassure. “We have time, right? I just want to make you feel good.” 

Okay, you’re a certified fucking angel. It’s not the first time he’s thought that. But it is the first time he’s thought that while you’re half-naked on top of him, letting him feel up your chest. And despite the fact that oh, the way you said that just made him so painfully rock hard he thinks he could cum right then and there if his boxers shift the right way, he plans on showing you. That you’re an angel. That he needs you. That he loves you.

With a jerky motion, Denji maneuvers his hands back to your thighs and pivots you. You fall back onto the mattress with a squeal. Denji quickly scrambles over top of you, until his knees settle next to your thighs and his hands press into the mattress, just above your shoulders. Your doe eyes blink up at him. For a second he looms over you, committing the sight of you all laid out—all for him—to memory. 

He leans in until his nose brushes against yours, offers you a butterfly-light kiss. 

“C’mon, baby,” he breathes. “Wouldn’t be fair if I just laid back n’ let you make me feel good…” 

He attacks your neck like he’s starving. The wet suck of his lips trailing down along your jugular tugs a moan out of your mouth and fuck, you’ve gotta stop making noises like that or he really is going to cum in his pants. Denji nips your skin, gently, of course. The sharp edge of his shark-teeth is enough to make you bleed. He doesn’t want that—a hickey or two, though? That could be nice, he thinks as he sucks the dip between your collarbones. Something dark purple, something in the shape of his lips that reminds you of him.

“Lemme make you feel good, too,” he rumbles against your skin. You squirm up against him, your thigh brushing his cock. He sucks in a breath and drops his forehead to the dip between your tits. His fucking nerves are on fire. Denji lingers there for a moment, waits for the heartbeat-throbbing in his dick to calm down. 

He tries to think of the unsexiest thing he can, just to hold on. Paying taxes, bringing the dogs to the vet, pulling hair out of the shower drain. It only half-works because no matter how much he tries to think about something else, the smell of your body wash, the music of your heavy breathing, and the heat radiating from your naked tits coalesces into a mind-bending smokescreen. Fuck, you’re so sexy.

Denji fills his hands with your chest and licks a lazy stripe down the center of your torso. Your back arches into him. As he gets lower you tremble, quaking and moaning and oh, Denji thinks, I could do this all freakin’ day. His tongue stills against the barrier of your shorts (still on, unfortunately). He looks up at you. Denji raises an eyebrow, questioning, but your head is thrown back and you’re moaning his name—won’t stop moaning it between heavy breaths—so he takes that as an okay to pop the button. 

Your shorts slide off you easily, and you lift your legs to help him tug the fabric off. Denji’s hit with the sudden scent of ‘girl’. He can’t describe it, but it’s a little musky, a little sweet. A little wet spot seeps through the thin fabric of your underwear. The sight of you in your panties generates a shiver that reverberates from the top of his spine, down through every nerve in his crotch.

He breathes out, shaky. Denji gulps. He’s not afraid, really, or even nervous anymore. His raging hormones vaporized every single feeling except the need to be inside you. It’s just that he’s dreamed of having you like this so long, ever since the first time he saw you, and he’s half afraid that any second he’s going to wake up in a tangle of sticky sheets. Still single, still a hopeless virgin, still no ‘you’ to give himself to. He could weep at the thought.

Denji shakes the thoughts out of his head. He leans towards your core, until he can feel and smell and holy shit, almost taste you. Carefully, he hooks his index finger in the bridge of your panties. You whimper as his finger brushes the hot skin beneath, skimming over your lips. He swallows a moan at the sound.

“Can I—”

“Yes, Den, please, just touch me,” you whine, lifting your hips toward him. He bites his lip at your desperate attempt for more friction. Just for a second he reflects on how lucky he is, on how badly you want him. But he’s not going to keep you waiting.

Denji tugs your panties down. He doesn’t bother to slip them off your legs. They hang crooked off your left ankle and you open your mouth, probably to tease him. You don’t get the chance—his warm mouth is on you before you can speak. Your quip melts into a deep moan. 

Denji shudders between your legs. Your thighs bracket his head, squeezing tightly. He doesn’t mind the pressure. It keeps him grounded, a little, because holyfuck his head is spinning. Nothing in the world could glue back all the little pieces your pussy’s taste has broken him into. Perfectperfectperfect. His rough hands keep your legs lifted, trapping you at an angle that lets him lick you unrestricted. Experimentally, he slides his tongue from the top to the bottom. He tries to note which places make you squirm hardest. He tries, but fuck, he can’t make anything stick in his brain. So he lets his tongue take over. 

It’s sloppy at first. Not that it matters much. Everywhere he licks and sucks turns you into a trembling mess, whining and fisting the sheets. He dips his tongue inside. Denji’s eyes roll back. Holy. Shit. You’re so warm he could just fucking live down here, pushing his tongue into you all day.

A few weeks ago you’d mentioned sex and Denji, determined not to fuck it up with his inexperience, clumsy hands, had called Kishibe. (Yes, Kishibe, and yes, ew. Asking for sex tips from that man was the weirdest conversation he’d ever had.) Despite the fact Denji doesn’t remember much of what the old man said (how is he supposed to think with his tongue in your cunt), he distinctly remembers this; pay attention to your clitoris. 

Denji’s tongue maps the wet skin. In the back of his mind, he’s half-concerned he won’t find it. Gentle, hungry, he licks towards the top of your pussy, higher, higher, until—fucking ow. If the way you just pulled his hair says anything, he found it. 

“Relaaaaaax,” he breathes against your hot pussy. You whine from above him. “I’m gonna go slow, okay? Lemme know if it’s too much.” 

Closing his eyes, Denji says a silent prayer you won’t ever tell him to stop, because this may be his new favorite place on earth. Then he timidly closes his mouth around your sensitive knot. Encouraging, you gasp his name.

Denji takes his time, sucking softly. (It’s not a doorbell, kid, Kishibe’s voice rattles through his brain. When you’re eating a lady out you need to be gentle.) He savors the little whines his tongue shakes out of you. You’re writhing around his mouth like a live wire.

Timid, Denji removes a hand from your thigh and spreads your lips. If you’re going to take his dick (supposing he even makes it that long) he needs to stretch you out. Slowly, he presses his index finger into your pussy. He sucks in a breath as your muscles clench around him. The wetness, the pressure. Denji imagines the heat and the softness closing around his cock. He groans from somewhere deep, deep in his lungs. His nerves are spitting electricity.

“This okay?” He asks, mouth still flush to your cunt. You take a second to breathe and adjust around his finger before blowing out a breath.

“Yeah, it’s good. It feels tight but…it’s not bad.”

“M gonna put another finger in, ‘kay?” 

You nod. His middle finger prods your entrance, stilling against the hot flesh for a second. Denji works it in, and yeah, he thought it was tight before, but now? The pressure against his fingers is almost unreal. A shiver tumbles down his spine. His skin explodes in goosebumps. 

The last tidbit of information Kishibe gave him burns through his brain—make her cum before you get in, alright? Once you’re really fucking you’re not going to last long enough to make her feel anything. Denji needs to be in you soon or he’s going to be sitting there, sheepish , cum staining the front of his pants. 

So he picks up his pace. He works his fingers in and out, gentle, but still fast enough that it makes you whine and clench around him. He moves around you clockwise and counter-clockwise, then his tongue starts spelling out the alphabet. And then once he’s through that and you’re yelling his name at the ceiling, but you’re not quite there, he starts his grocery list. He’s halfway through ‘seaweed nori’ before you unleash this noise, this deep, dark call that’s almost scary (but definitely sexy) and squeeze your thighs around his head so tight it makes his neck hurt. 

“Denjidenjidenden, holyshit, that’s so good, Denji,” you scramble strings of curse words and his name. It’s an angel’s choir to his ears. Your body shakes like you’re about to fly apart. He can’t see much of you from where he’s trapped against your pussy but he doesn’t care, this is the best view he could ask for anyway. You’re perfect no matter what angle he’s viewing you from. He lets you ride the orgasm out, lets your breath start to steady and your thighs gradually un-vice from his head.

“Babyyyyy,” you whine. Your voice is so cute and sweet. It drags him from between your legs. He just has to look at those big, worshiping doe eyes you’re giving him. He presses a kiss to your lips and tingles at the way you lap up your own wetness off his mouth. For a virgin, you’re not shy. 

“I…I wanna go down on you, now,” You whisper to him. Denji’s jaw tightens, and his eyes roll back in his head. His hips jerk, completely involuntarily, dragging his throbbing cock against your leg. Electricity surges through his limbs. It’s almost over, right then and there. You move to undo his pants and he lets you, but he grinds a warning through his still-clenched teeth.

“Baby, if you do that, I’m not gonna be able to uh, last long enough to…” You giggle and shimmy both his pants and boxers off in one smooth pull. The air hits his sensitive dick and he whines your name. Half-a-prayer, half-a-plea. Your name sounds so good in his mouth, he thinks through the haze. 

“Okay,” you say lightly. “Next time?”

“Next time,” he says. Or at least he wants to say that, but then your hand closes around his cock and he can’t speak. He groans instead, shoving his head into the crook of your neck. 

You breathe, deep, but your words quiver.

“I think I’m ready, Denji.”

And in his fantasies that’s the moment he sinks into you—the moment he fills you up, the moment that you become his and he becomes yours. 

But he knows that tremble in your voice. It’s the one that haunted you when you asked him out for smoothies, (as a date, you’d squeaked after a second of silence). The one that colored your tone when you called him once, panicked, whispering that a guy might be following you home. You’re scared. 

So he slows down, and he presses all his love into a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Hey,” he says, taking your face in his hands. “It’s me, okay? Your Denji. Everything’s gonna be okay. If it’s too much we can stop right then ‘n there. Okay, peachy?”

And you giggle, because he only calls you ‘peachy’ when he’s trying to make you laugh. And suddenly, he makes everything okay again. 

“Okay, love,” you nod your head. You reach down between his legs. When your hand finds his dick you give him a loose stroke before lining him up at your wet, soft entrance. The head of his dick brushes against your heat. Denji bites his lip so hard he almost draws blood. He makes a fist in your hair, careful not to pull, and you drop a feather-light kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I’m ready,” you say. This time your voice is steady. He knows you mean it. You’re ready.

Slowly, so slowly, Denji eases his hips forward. You suck in a breath as he just barely pushes in. He knows he needs to be gentle but holy shit. The head of his cock works into your core. It’s so warm and so, so tight. Denji’s head falls forward, his messy hair dragging over your face. The sensation is overwhelming, unbearable almost. Every single one of his nerves is in overdrive. It feels like they’re all poking into each other with a million needles but somehow it’s hot and it’s electric and it’s absolute bliss. 

You’re vice-tight around him and Denji doesn’t even think he’s going to fit. Carefully, he inches it in, panting. Your pussy’s squeezing him tighter than he’s ever squeezed himself jerking off. Is this what it’s going to feel like every time? The thought sends a pins-and-needles shock through his entire groin and he moans, half a grunt, half your name. 

“I—fuck—I don’ wanna hurt you,” he breathes, his fists white-knuckling the sheets. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” you keen back, almost breathless, boneless. “It’s okay, Den. I can take you.”

He gulps at that, and pushes his cock in. It takes every fucking ounce of restraint in his body not to start humping you like an animal because god. above. This is the best he’s felt, ever, in his life. And it’s better than he could ever have imagined, it’s better than any dirty magazine could make it look and sound. If this is sex then he’s never putting his life in danger again. He’s got to keep living on no matter what just so that he can come home at the end of the day and fuck you.

You’re mind-numbingly tight. Denji grits his teeth around your name and eases his hips back. It’s hard for girls, sometimes, he remembers, and there’s no way he’s going to let himself fuck you, hard, unrestrained, squash his virginity into nothingness. Not if it hurts you. 

“This is good,” you breathe airily, and press your fingernails into his back. 

“Mmmmmmm,” Denji moans, pushing back into you. Words are impossible. He rocks his hips back-and-forth, back-and-forth. The way it’s tugging pretty little noises out of you is divine and shit, he can’t help thrusting into you a little faster, a little more greedy. You feed his passion by screaming his name. Your pussy squeezes around him. Denji gulps. The tightness is bunching up in his abdomen, deep and low inside him. It’s coming—what, it's been like a minute, tops?—but he can’t stop it, the pleasure’s fucking smashing through him. It’s tidal-waving through his limbs, rippling everywhere but collecting in his groin. Denji moans your name, tries to warn you, “baby, baby I’m gonna—” and then he’s jerking out of you, sudden and almost severe. His fist closes around his dick, pumping, and he’s cumming. Hard and fast and thick and all over your pretty tummy.

He can’t even be embarrassed because what the fuck this feels sosososo good, it’s fucking unimaginable and he is never, ever, ever going to jerk off again. It’s sex, with you, only sex all sex forever and ever sex. Denji whimpers your name, clinging on to you like you’re the only thing that might stop him from exploding right out of his body. Everything’s all tingly and his nerves are static and his vision’s white and, just, fuuuuuuuck. There’s no words to describe this. But he hopes the way he’s whining into your neck and his whole body’s writing tells you plain and clear how good you make him feel.

After the lightbulb-flash of that orgasm, he’s completely jellybones. Denji collapses, thankfully, far enough to your left that he only flops on your arm and doesn’t crush all of you. You giggle, giddy with sex and love. You snag his boxers from the corner of the bed and wipe the cum off your tummy with them, and shit, he really should’ve gotten you a towel but he literally cannot fucking move. You snuggle up underneath his arm and he accepts you, pulling you into his chest. Despite the dusting of sweat, despite the smell of sex, despite your wetness slicking both your thighs, he can’t get close enough to you. He squeezes you, plants a kiss to the top of your head. You both settle in, tangled in his bedsheet, and let your breathing even out.

“Thank you,” you hum after a while, nuzzling him. You’re so sincere it makes his heart melt in his chest a little. Because, what could you ever thank him for? You, sweet you, beautiful you, angelic you? He should bow at your feet just for letting him breathe the same air as you, let alone touch you. He’s about to say that, but you sigh and he knows you’re not done speaking yet so he waits. You walk your fingers along his naked collarbone, just basking in the warmth. “For making that so good for me.” He squeezes you tighter to him, nuzzles into your neck affectionately. “And for, um. For giving me your first time. I know it’s not a big deal for a lot of people, but it felt really special. This, I mean,” and you sigh, and he presses a kiss to the warm, inviting skin of your neck. “...us.” You finish. Denji couldn’t agree more. He’s glad you’re good with words, because him…not so much. But it feels good to hear the way you feel, spoken plainly, put out on display. He feels the same.

“Aw, baby,” he murmurs, and pulls you into him. He wriggles up, maneuvering until his nose presses into the skin of your temple, and his words breeze gently over your ear. “I’m glad I got to do it with you,” he says, and seals his words with a kiss. “Forget my first time, y’know? I’ll give you every single thing I have.”Denji knows he can’t give you much—not everything you deserve, at least. But giving you all of himself seems like a good place to start.

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon]

Chainsaw Man Denji Headcanon - Thanksgiving Edition (18+ MDNI)

A/N: ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵐʸ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰᵃᶦⁿˢᵃʷ ᴹᵃⁿ ˢᵒ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ [ᵗʰˣ ᵗᵒ @callm3senpaii ᶠᵒʳ ᶦⁿˢᵖᶦʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ] ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵒ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟔𝟐𝟎

⚠️warnings: NSFW, Denji x fem!reader, gentle fucking, after-arguement fucking, mentions of pussy eating, oral (p in v), unprotected, etc.

When it comes to Thanksgiving for Denji, he wants to go all out for it. Of course, you'll be the only one cooking since Denji only knows how to make instant ramen in the microwave (That's fucking bad with no experience). But this year was different, since you didn't want to do it and end up having more leftovers fill your refrigerator to the brim, let alone the freezer.

When you told Denji the news on Monday that you weren't going to do anything for Thanksgiving, he fucking nearly went out of his balls.

"Y/N! You know that I fucking love Thanksgiving, but why are you deciding that it's cancelled?!", Denji pleaded, not knowing the reasoning behind it.

"It's because I end up doing all the cooking and the damn refrigerator's too small for a fat-ass turkey! Duh!", you argue, not wanting to do anything about Thanksgiving or even talk anymore about it.

After yelling at him for the past 20 minutes, you storm off into your bedroom and shut the door on Denji since he was following you.

"Y/N?", Denji sounded desperate after the argument you two had, "Are you in there?"

You wanted to answer him, but you were still fucking mad at him, causing you to stay quiet as you lay on your shared bed while you stared at the ceiling in the dark. Shit.

Denji knew something was up with you after just five minutes. He slowly opens the door, not wanting to make you anymore pissed than you already were at him. After he comes in, Denji approaches you like a wolf stalking its prey, very slowly.

"I know that you're still pissed at me about this whole thing of not wanting to do Thanksgiving", Denji's voice was a little quiet, "but there must be something that I can do to make it up to you".

You sigh before sitting up and moving over on the bed so Denji can sit with you. "Fine, c'mere."

Denji follows your order, sitting next to you and waiting silently. You decide to whisper in his ear, telling him that you want to fuck him, and Denji looks at you almost like he's begging for you to put him inside you already and wants to feel your warm pussy.

Denji hurries to get his clothes off, releasing the monster that's been in his pants for the whole day, dying just have it feel your gummy walls and fill you with his cum.

After you get naked, you line up your entrance and get his tip in, letting it sit there for a minute in your pussy before sucking the rest of Denji's dick in, inch by inch.

Denji notices his dick disappearing into your pussy, letting out that same desperate whimper that you make whenever he eats your pussy out and you feel his tongue licking your gummy walls, trying to get every last drop like he's pussy deprived or something.

You manage to get all of his dick into you and Denji starts kissing you, to nearly prevent himself from cumming and wanting to feel your soft lips against his.

After just 10 minutes, you get your legs around Denji and instinctively get his hips closer to yours, feeling like your about to have an orgasm.

"I-I'm gonna... Fuuuuck!", Denji stammers out, also feeling his own orgasm and immediately cumming into you, enjoying the feeling of your warm pussy as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

You both cum at the same time with you enjoying the feeling of Denji's dick throbbing inside your pussy. He pulls out, with his warm cum dripping out of him and leaking a little from your pussy.

Credit to @callm3senpaii for the inspiration.

[animekpopsimp]

Being Aki's Younger Sister

Both you and Aki lost everything

You only had each other left

Because of that, he became overprotective over you

You're his only family left, and he will do whatever it takes to keep you safe

Aki refuses to let you become a devil hunter

He wants you to have a normal life

You go to school, and he makes sure that you always focus on your grades so you can have a good life when you grow up

He doesn't talk about his job around you, wanting to keep you away from the life he has

He knows it's dangerous, and he wants to keep you sheltered from it

When Denji and power move in, he warns them not to bother you

Of course, they don't listen

Power likes you and wants to be your friend

Denji sort of has a crush on you

And of course, Aki notices this

He doesn't like it since he's a Devil Hunter

He tells him not to get romantically involved with you for your own sake

He comes off as harsh, but he just wants what's best for you

Aki would do anything to keep you safe

[koishiro]

# - 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 📍

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

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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

[denkigami]

This is canon in my mind

[fiercewiings]

physical touch / aki hayakawa

♡ aki hayakawa x reader

♡ word count: 724

tags: soft fluff, head canons, kisses, and teasing

content warnings: partially nsfw (after the cut), fingering, submissive! top aki, dominant! bottom reader, finger sucking, groping, spanking, biting, nipple play, and hair pulling

author’s note: i went a bit ham on the nsfw section, but i hope you enjoy the sfw head canons just as much :>

aki is a soft lover. he’s so tired of being angry at himself and the world and devils. you’re his only escape; the one who grounds him.

during the summer, when he gets the faintest hint of freckles across the bridge of his nose, his heart melts whenever you concentrate on counting each one, booping his nose at the end. by this point, he is putty in your hands, but he’ll still scrunch his nose up in fake indifference. this doesn’t last long, and eventually he’ll boop you right back; one of the only times he acts a bit goofy with you.

he could gaze into your eyes forever. he swears to you up and down that the whole universe is in them, and you won’t win against him if you try arguing. let him gently kiss your forehead, then your left eyelid, and then your right eyelid. he’ll get to your lips eventually, but he wants to make sure every part of you is shown his love. he takes his time doing so.

he’ll trace his fingers ever so slightly up and down your arm, lightly scratching it in a soothing manner. light enough that you don’t wake up, or light enough that you fall asleep. he loves watching both, focusing on your breaths rising your chest and exhaling through your lips, reassuring him that you’re alive and well. it makes his heart squeeze painfully in the best way.

NSFW CUT —

aki is a soft lover, but he can also need more.

he likes playful touches to get going. sometimes ones that are barely there can work him up enough to get started immediately. if you tease him too much, it might ruin the mood for him, but most times, the teasing will arouse him.

start out with your thumb on his lips, just barely grazing them. the sensation sends tingles and electricity down his whole body. the soft pad of your thumb, slowly circling his lips, then pressing down on the bottom one to open his jaw, your other fingers gently tilting his head up towards you. his eyes light up and his tongue will flick out to meet your thumb, maybe even give you a little bite, waiting for your lips to crash into his.

or, waiting for your fingers to slip into his mouth. he’d love sucking on them, getting them slick with his spit so you can rub up and down his glistening cock. he also gets a kick out of putting his fingers in your mouth, mouth watering at the fact that he can slip his slick digits into your sweet hole. he’ll use his free hand to gently twist and pinch your nipples, arousing you even further while working you open. 

he’ll fuck you at the end either way, slowly and caring or if you beg hard enough, rough and senseless. though he prefers to slowly pump you and feel each movement of his cock inside you, hoping you enjoy it too. let him know immediately, it’ll rile him up even more. bonus if you’re moaning and whining his name.

aki is definitely an ass man. he loves feeling the plush squish under his warm hands, gripping it tightly and releasing like a stress ball. he enjoys light spanking, just enough to leave a faint red mark, but not enough to welt. he loves hearing you squeak with each smack, your ass writhing in blissful pain, but still eager enough to lift it back up for him to hit again.

he doesn’t like inflicting pain, but in some situations he is more than okay with it, like spanking, as long as you enthusiastically consent. if you don’t, he won’t ever bring it up or do it unless you’d like to. he’s too shy to; but more than anything, he just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

although, if you want him completely at your mercy, gently tug on his hair. it gets a rise out of him, the adrenaline building up quick as well as his blood, beating hot and red and needy. he’ll whine and writhe under your hold, urging you to pull more, pull harder. you oblige, earning fully fledged moans out of him. he’ll do whatever you want. yank his head up to make him look at you and command him. give him orders; he’ll listen.

[stopdyingnow]

𝙃𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝘼𝙠𝙞 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘧𝘸, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳- ^^

Aki notices when you’re unwell, physically or mentally. He noticed you be more tired than usual this morning, struggling just to get up. Feeling weak. He walked over to you, concerned. As he then pressed a hand to your head, feeling your temperature. The moment he felt it, he knew you had a fever. Also judging by the way you sniffled and had stuffy nose, it was clear you had a cold.

He ushers you to stay home, and to not go out. Ushering you back into bed to let you rest. “You should stay home since you’re sick, don’t push yourself.” He says, as he rubs your forehead affectionately. Feeling the warmth of your head when he looks at you with an empathetic expression.

He puts a blanket over you, constantly telling you to stay warm and to take care of yourself. “You should really take care of yourself better…Put on a jacket next time it rains. I don’t want you getting sick or feeling unwell.” Sweetest man’s ever. He doesn’t get grossed out by any of the “nasty” parts of being sick. He understands it’s human nature, and that it’s natural. So he knows not to be rude by saying derogatory stuff when you sweat or blow your nose. He’s willing to hold your hair back if you throw up. Sweaty sheets? He’ll change it. Need a warm bath but too weak to walk? Hell carry you. Very understanding and is never rude when you’re unwell. Extremely empathetic and overall very understanding.

He would sit by your bed and cut you some apples as you lay there recovering. He knows the variety of stuff you can eat is extremely limited when you're ill, you can't have any good snacks such as popcorn, or any desserts either. So he'll make you some apple bunnies to cheer you up. He'll also get you the good junk foods you like once you're better.

He’d chat with you, telling you some stuff about life, or asking about yours. And maybe even read you a book if you ask. He would also make you soup or whatever can help you during your time of feeling unwell, making stuff that even tastes good while sick- man’s is an amazing cook. Bro can probably quit devil hunting and just become a chef-

Always makes sure you take your medicine at the right time. Never once misses a time. Either that or extremely little times he has missed on giving you your medicine. Supposed to take another spoon at 3:30? He sets an alarm and doesn’t forget. Next spoon at 6:30? Same thing. Sets an alarm and doesn’t miss. Very responsible, and if you say it tastes gross he’ll make you something nice but healthy afterwards as a reward- ^^ He probably wouldn’t sleep directly touching you due to him not wanting to catch your sickness, because he’s still a devil hunter that has to stay well afterall. If you and him know each other for a bit but a long enough time he’ll most likely set a mattress next to the bed you sleep in so he can still sit next to you. Sometimes caressing your hand if it hangs down. However if you and him know each other for a very long time, or are in a very healthy official relationship I think he might sleep next to you. Not directly touching you due to the reasons stated but he’ll watch over you. Making sure your breathing is good, and making sure to have cough drops or tissues by the bedside in case you need it. And despite you being sick, he’ll still press a kiss to your forehead in affection at times.

Overall, he’s very loving and affectionate. Very sweet. And wouldn’t be rude or make you feel gross if you’re sick, which reflects off of his kind personality that goes along with it. He loves you, sick or not. And he would never say “ew” or be grossed out. He’ll make you your favorite desert, or take you out once you’re better as a reward. ^^

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘴. =)

[daisynik7]

Requesting to spill your unhinged thoughts of Kishibe, please 🤲

Ask and you shall receive! Here are my unhinged thoughts about our favorite old man (somewhat SFW and definitely NSFW):

SFW:

Kishibe has no clue how to act around children. He’s only been around adults and devils for the past three decades, so the idea of talking to a child is foreign to him. On the rare occasion he has to, he asks them adult questions like, “So what are your goals in life?” or “How do you feel about the current state of the economy?” They’ll just stare at him with big doe eyes, fascinated and afraid by this grizzled old man. He’ll even vent to them about how the cost of cigarettes keeps going up, literally burning a hole in his pocket. 

For a while, he was involved in an underground fight club. He didn’t need the money, he just liked beating the shit out of people for fun. Got banned because he won too many times. 

Got a lower back tattoo of a butterfly in his youth after binging too many whiskey sours in one night. Finally got it laser removed when he was thirty. He was too lazy to do it, until a one-night stand had the same exact tramp stamp. 

Can sleep with his eyes open if he really wanted to (exactly like Gandalf the Grey). Freaks people out every time. 

NSFW

Spit kink, MASSIVE SPIT KINK. Loves to hack up a thick wad of frothy spit on your pussy, smearing it around your clit. Licks you up and down, collecting your juices, only to spit it back into your mouth, watching you swallow it. Loves that shit, can’t get enough of it. 

Before he met you, he never used sex toys in the bedroom. Ever since he met you, he tries to incorporate it every time. At first, he was shocked you had a vibrator. Maybe even a little jealous of that dumbass toy. But one day, you teased him, showing him how you used it on yourself. And from then on, he couldn’t get enough. Likes to use it during foreplay to make you come twice before actually fucking you. Uses it along with his fingers to get you squirting, get it slick enough so that he can just slide in easily. Likes to watch you fuck your dildo while his cock is in your mouth. 

HUNG LIKE A HORSE. He’s 6’4”, it’s expected of him. It’s also the same width as a soda can. Impossible? Maybe, but it’s true, I swear.

Homemade porn!! He’s very much into filming. Has the old-fashioned camcorder set up with the tripod and everything. Even changes positions mid-sex to get the angles just right. Gets the camera up close and personal to your pussy whenever he gives you a creampie. Almost created a Pornhub account to post them for the public, but you refused. 

Foot fetish. This dude doesn’t even mind if you haven’t showered yet, he’ll suck on those toes all day if you let him (most of the time you don’t, but sometimes, you do). Loses it whenever you wear sandals or open-toed heels. Instant boner too when you come home from getting a pedicure with French tips. 

[cat3ch1sm]

🧺~ hello, loves, and welcome to another post of my aggressive Valentine’s marathon in which i am running off of nothing but los tios and the random water bottle by my bed at 3am. but you didn’t see that. anyway, enjoy <33

chainsaw man- ft. denji, aki, power, kobeni, himeno, and makima <3

fem!reader

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦- 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

🍀 ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁ 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 ❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ 🍀

denji is a really sloppy kisser- expect a lot of tongue and gasps for air. he’s just so eager to feel your lips against his and let his hands roam freely around your body 💚 if you have boobs fully expect his hands to latch onto them when you’re getting hot and heavy. he’s also happy letting you take control- he welcomes almost anything you do. just don’t, you know, puke in his mouth.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

power, despite all her big talk and arrogance, will start out tentatively, exploring your lips and body. however, once she’s comfortable, she’ll be all over you. power is a really rough kisser, and she will definitely want to be in control. expect a lot of biting and bruised lips afterward. power also isn’t shy at all about marking you up- leaving hickeys all over your neck and drawing blood from your lips. she also loves to make out with you laying down, with her on top of you so she can exert complete control. power loves hearing the tiny whimpers you emit when she bites your lip or kisses your neck.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: 𝐚𝐤𝐢 *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

aki isn’t one for roughness or sloppiness. he’s definitely very gentle. he doesn’t want to just chase his own pleasure, he also really wants you to enjoy yourself as well. he’ll only leave marks with your voiced consent, and he won’t touch you anywhere else on your body without asking “is this okay?” first. aki is big on sensuality. when he kisses you, he wants you to feel the emotion behind it as well. generally, aki likes to be in “control,” although he would rather it be more of a mutual thing than a specific person being dominant. sometimes he does like being dominant, though, and seeing your face flush and hearing the sounds you make when he’s on top of you.

◦◦,`°.✽✦✽. 𝐤𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐢 ✽✦✽.°`,◦◦

kobeni is pretty shy about initiating physical contact. don’t get her wrong, she’s down to be physical with you, but she just doesn’t know how to ask for it. so expect to have to start things yourself. however, when things get going, she’s pretty quick to reciprocate and let you know that she enjoys making out with you. she’s also kind of whiny, especially when you kiss her jaw, and kobeni really likes when you hold her around the waist and pull her close. she’s a very gentle kisser as well.

┊┊┊ 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐨 ┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧

himeno is a switch and i will die on that hill. while a lot of the time she loves being in control and making you whimper and gasp, she also doesn’t mind being the one who does so. when she’s on top, himeno is quite gentle for the most part- she doesn’t want it to be bad for you. she’ll tenderly cup your face with one hand while she kisses you and slowly move down your face to your neck, where she knows is most sensitive, so often she lingers there to get as much of a reaction from you as possible. she gives you whispered praises whenever you let her touch you elsewhere or make any sounds. her hands do tend to wander, mostly to your hips and probably your ass as well. just… don’t let her throw up in your mouth.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

makima is always in control. although she isn’t the obvious type of controlling, like the type that just slams you down and does whatever they want with you, you’ll know she is because she will just not allow you to try anything that might imply your trying to take control. makima may let you think that you’re the dominant one for a bit, but if you actually start getting cocky she’ll make sure you’re put in your place. she’ll wrap her hand around your neck gently and make sure you don’t try anything. her hands are allowed to touch you wherever they please, but yours are only allowed to wander so far.

[the-rat-man-in-a-trench-coat]

When power and denji get in trouble with Aki they would come running to you. Hiding behind you like you are gonna be able to save them from his wrath.

[wowcatboys]

aki w a housewife!s/o like a sweet wife he comes home to after a long day at work ! yknow :) someone to help him wind down with a nice home cooked meal <33

Aki

Aki isn't quite sure how he managed to obtain something so peaceful and domestic, but he cherishes you, and the home you two have created, a lot. The first thing he does each morning is roll over in bed and give you a kiss. He likes to wake up before you so that he can make the both of you breakfast (he knows that if he sleeps in, you'll beat him to it and he'll wake up to omurice in bed). Aki pours a cup of tea and you enjoy breakfast on the back deck, chatting quietly about your plans for the day while you watch the sun come up. He relishes this slice of domesticity he gets to experience with you each morning, before work shatters the illusion of peace.

He knows that you don't mind scrubbing the blood out of his button-downs or patching the holes torn in his pants, but Aki always keeps a spare change of clothes at work anyway. He doesn't want you to worry when you see how beat-up he gets at work sometimes. Obviously, he can't hide his injuries, but the ruined clothes—those he can hide. If they're easily salvageable he'll just bring it to a dry cleaner's, but if not, they go in the trash. He comes home with a scraped face but clean clothes, and he always shrugs and says he's just careful if you question it.

Someone gave you an apron as a wedding present and Aki thinks you look just adorable in it. Whenever you're in the kitchen, he always sneaks up behind you and undoes the knot to tease you.

Aki appreciates everything you do for him, but above all else he loves when there's a warm bath ready for him after he stumbles home from a stressful day. If he calls you during his lunch, already sounding ragged at noon, you know just what to do. By the time he's home, you've gotten a lavish bath ready for him--candles, Epsom salts, soothing music, the whole nine yards. He takes a good ten minutes to just soak and decompress, and then Aki insists you get in with him.

It doesn't matter if you're the worst cook on planet Earth, Aki will still eat your dinner every night and swear to you that it's the best thing he's ever tasted. He knows the effort that cooking takes and he's not about to criticize you. (But, if you can't seem to make a boiled egg without...somehow...burning it, he may gently give you a few pointers in the kitchen.)

If you're a good cook, though, Aki lets you know it. There's never, ever leftovers from dinner and he always reaches for seconds or thirds.

Aki will love you forever if you meal prep for him. He doesn't mind eating out, but a home-cooked lunch always tastes better. If you really want to make him happy, include some sweets and a sticky note saying "You're the best! <3".

Aki's favorite excuse for avoiding social events is that you're at home, waiting for him with a nice dinner on the table. "Oh, no thanks," he says, whenever someone asks if he'd like to go for drinks or see a movie with a group of friends or coworkers. "My spouse and I already have dinner plans."

Even though you're at home taking care of the house while he works, Aki refuses to let you do all of the housework. "I live here too, dear," he points out if you protest when he starts wiping down the counters after dinner. "It's not fair to make you pick up after all of my messes."

Aki likes to leave little doodles on the grocery list for you. Typically, it's small things like hearts or short messages like 'Hope you're having a good day', and 'Your husband loves u!'. Once he got especially creative and drew an incredibly lopsided squid next to the bullet point for calamari. Amused, you keep the little scribble stuck to the fridge.

More often than not, Aki brings home flowers for you. It's a signal of his appreciation. Even if a handful of daisies isn't much, he doesn't like coming home empty-handed to a delicious meal on the table and a gorgeous spouse. Surely, he should have something to give in return. Smitten, you put the flowers in a vase and plop them in the center of the table so you can admire them while you eat.

Aki is absolutely besotted with you and will do literally anything you ask. After all, you've given him so much—a home, love, a sense of peace. And that's just the big things; considering the small, everyday gestures of care like clean, folded handkerchiefs, warm ramen, and soothing baths, makes him feel like he owes you the world. You'd like your feet rubbed? Aki's on his knees with a bottle of lotion. You see a shirt you like in a store window? He's already rifling through his pockets for his wallet. You'd like to take a trip with him? Just tell him when and where, and he'll do whatever it takes to get the time off from work.