#galgali csm

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⛓️🩸 ; Heidi's Chainsaw Man Masterlist

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✦ Back to Intro Post.

[trygrievousbutgirl-blog]

Chainsawmas day 7: Galgali/Violence Fiend

[karoo-o]

Csm part 1 Sketches.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Kobeni’s dating history

[deadearbuds]

chainsaw man characters as internet funnies part three!

master list here!

[lamelarts]

Color wheel challenge: Red ❤️

Jđjjđj i have always wanted to do this but havent got the time and enough characters to do 😩🙏 Til today lol i have gathered enough characters for each colors yipee 👏❤️ I did get a bit greedy and pick 5 for each color 💀 but i have fun drawing all of them so it is finee tho my back is hurting 😭

The characters names fyi:

- Godart (Doraemon)

- Violence fiend (CSM)

- Marceline (Adventure time)

- Deadpool

- Mei Mei (Turning red)

[statisky]

[noven-warsh]

Still thinking about how almost every devil that Aki knew had been fruity with him one way or another

[dadsbongos]

hottie's hands-on hammy-stretch

1 k words / warnings - thighfucking, single reference to a clit, really nothing violence is a sweet guy

summary - post-workout stretching gets a little... intimate with your dear friend, violence fiend.

kinktober: day two - thighjob

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A satisfied sigh drawls from your lips as you reach both hands toward the spotted ceiling, fingers wiggling to greet vinyl panels. Beside you, Galgali wipes sweat from his bare chest with a soft hand towel.

“You can use the communals, yanno?” you moan out, now bent over to touch your toes -really feeling the release in your calves.

Galgali tilts his head at you, and if you’d been looking you might’ve giggled over how his plague mask exaggerates the motion, “No, I can’t.”

“Why not?” you peek an eye open, glancing between your spread legs in time to catch him point at his mask, “Oh. That sucks…” you rise then, just to squat low, “Can’t you take that thing off?”

“If I really wanted, but…” he makes a noncommittal hum, “It’s just better that I don’t,” he rounds to stand before you, sticking up a peace sign with both hands, “Peace and love, you know?”

“Whatever you say,” you shrug, a frustrated huff leaving you as you try lowering closer to the ground with no avail, “I don’t know about all that stuff.”

Galgali silently observes you a moment before asking, “What’s wrong? You look…”

He doesn’t finish when you shoot a glare.

“I can’t stretch out my thighs,” you stand and purse onto your tiptoes curiously, grumbling when that doesn’t aid your tight muscles either, “They’re gonna be so sore tomorrow, and knowing my luck Makima will call me in…”

“Want some help?”

“How?”

Casually gesturing you to lie flat on the floor, Galgali kicks your legs apart before kneeling between the spread. He palms the back of your knees before swinging them up onto his shoulders. Hands folded over your tummy, you watch quietly as he then lifts both legs straight into the air, pushes them together, then folds them to be parallel with your torso. A soft grunt is pushed out as your abdomen forcibly scrunches.

He has the gall to snort a laugh at your ugly “gauhh!”

“You feel that?” he murmurs, beak peeking around the fat of one of your thighs.

“More in my tailbone…!” you grunt out, hands flying out to smash against the gym floor when he puts more pressure in keeping your legs straight.

You feel his hands shift, and hear his pants shuffle against the mat. Finally is the impression of his body against yours.

“I’ll add some weight,” he reasons.

Despite the fact his knees are now hard pressed against your ass, and his groin is snug against your fat -- you trust his motivations.

Galgali leans until his obnoxious beaked mask prods between the gap in your calves, “Do you feel it?”

“Actually… yeah…!” you gurgle, suffocating beneath the pressure against your chest.

A pleasant burning sensation soothes up the backs of your thighs as Galgali pushes down against you.

“Good,” he swallows, eyes darting down beneath his mask to where he’s flush against you.

Unfortunately for him, you’ve decided itty bitty striped gym bloomers were the best choice for today’s workout. So through the thin material of his own loose pants, is the plump warmth of your legs swallowing against his body. He swallows and clears his throat.

“Did you choose these shorts for a reason?”

“Hm?” you squirm without much thought, unintentionally wiggling your crotch against his, “Not really. Why?”

Galgali leans the cool hard shell of his mask against your calf with a heavy sigh, clenching all four eyes to block out the sight of you, “No reason.”

In all his shifting and bemoaning, you feel it. Faint chub prodding the cramped squish between your thighs. Galgali’s tempered shudders still echo behind his mask, and you can only watch as his arms shake and feel his palms sweat.

“Oh my God,” you blink up at Galgali, “Are you hard?”

“No,” he bluffs, only for your hips to buck back against him to prove him wrong, earning both his hands to suffocate your sides and hold them still, “Don’t. Please?”

“Like my thighs, Violence?”

Whimpered dissent is all you catch before he shyly coughs, “A little.”

Hands moving quickly toward your sides, shirking the material higher up until it's wedged beneath the pudge at the apex of your thighs.

“Wanna fuck ‘em?”

Despite his eyes hiding behind dark, foggy glass you know exactly when they widen and when his cheeks flush. You can tell by the way his hands seize around you and his chest spasms around. His beak drifts down your calves and pointed toward your pelvis before darting back up to spike your face.

“You serious?”

Reaching between your pressed legs, you tease the band of Galgali’s pants until they’re half down and his leaky erection is smearing your skin. Twitching on your fingertips as you lull him into the gap of your flesh, until his fat tip just pokes out at you.

He’s breathless, loudly heaving while clamping both hands on either thigh to really pillow around his cock. Airy giggles leave you as he thrusts into the seam, precum dripping onto your bloomers. His timid sawing slowly wells into harder thrusts, his nails digging crescents into your fat until your body jerks against his. Faint bumps along your clit make you puff.

“Thank you,” he pants, wrapping his arms around your legs to more easily yank your body against his, “Thank you, thank you, thank you…!”

Warm, soft skin kisses his pelvis, wet with cum and sweat as he grows closer to spitting cum on your shorts and tummy. Galgali lowers his head before tossing it back, loose hairs falling out as he lets out pathetic groans. Broken curses and your name.

“F- fuck, hah,” he wails, arms shaking, “I think I’m cumming…?” suddenly he gasps and ‘uh-huh’s, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on me, baby,” you stretch over, cupping the slender cheeks of his mask and daring to skim your fingers along the edge, “You can do it.”

His hands race up to yours as his his hips sputter, seed spilling and staining your shorts; heating your belly from the outside. Fingers interlaced with yours until he’s finally finished finishing, ragged breaths echoing as he slowly unlatches.

“Don’t do that,” he murmurs, grossly wiping his cum up with his own shirt.

Unimpressed, you sigh, “Peace and love?”

“Something like that,” you think he might be flashing a smile, but you can’t see it, “It’s easier this way.”

[ase0ny]

Ranking the csm characters based on how much rizz I think they have

[coolushanka]

Commute home 🌇

[l0afip]

‘Arai is Violence fiend’ theory

[aurahoys]

alternative responses to “i love you”

[deadearbuds]

chainsaw man characters as internet funnies part two!

master list here!

[strawberryblondie-locks]

Galgabeni

[extra-v1rgin]

Moments they appreciate most

Csm boys: Aki, Beam, Denji, Kishibe, Violence fiend (Galgali)

Sfw (one line of nsfw in Kishibe’s)

Aki

Our signature male-wife definitely appreciates the quiet, domestic moments the most. When you’re cooking dinner he can’t help but sneak up behind you. The man enjoys eating in quiet joy. Afterwards he’ll smoke outside on the balcony and pull you into his lap. If you smoke too he’ll share the single cigarette with you. If you don’t then he’ll just enjoy the feeling of your side tucked into him.

Beam

Attention whore. He’s not happy unless your full focus is on him. Even if your running your fingers over his head and through his hair, he needs your eyes on him too. When it’s just the two of you, and you’re sat on his lap (or he sits on yours) his hands roam over your entire body. Beam is eager to receive whatever you give him, as long as he’s the only one there.

Denji

He’s also desperate for any kind of physical attention, albeit in a much softer way. Denji loves it when you hold his hand as much as he loves it when your bodies are pressed together. Different from Beam though, he’s almost nervous to ask for the attention. If you only offer your pinky to intertwine he’ll be satisfied with the single point of contact until you ask him if he wants more.

Kishibe

He also appreciates the quiet moments. Most everyone he’s known is dead, so any reminder that you’re alive soothes him even just the tiniest bit. (It’s why he fucks you so much, to feel your warm skin and racing heart.) When you’ve just fallen asleep, or before you wake up, he’ll sit and watch the quiet rise and fall of your chest.

Galgali

Not only does he love to watch you enjoy life, he loves to be the one to cause that joy. It’s small and simple things, like buying you a trinket you’ve been staring at. When he presents it to you, and your face lights up, his dead heart comes back to life.