#no I will not write smut for Denji

[verilly]

Cinderella

Denji x Reader

aliusworld's songfic event- inspo: MANNEQUIN album (Deco*27)

[Description: “The truth is I just want you to like me.”, “A ‘Hello’ making me spinning”, & “Hey I want you to tell me how I should act in this situation.”]

What’s to come: Basically what happens during the events of “Dilemma, Denji Route.”

[1398 words]

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“What should I do.” Denji murmured under his breath, his face was red as he was sitting in your bathroom staring at the handle of the door. Did he really just touch you, like that? It’s been so long, what’s he going to do? He’s stressed, he’s never been this far with someone who he doesn’t even know!

“What should I do??” Repeated over and over and over again. Denji has never been in a relationship before, at least, not in a real relationship before. Nothing like this. Nothing. Every other person who he’s been even a tad bit intimate with has tried to kill him, but you were different, you were safe. You would never do anything like that, not that he would know of.

“Denji is everything alright?” You knock at the door, his eyes look up from the handle to the middle of the doorway, somewhere he knew you were standing on the other side. It was about time he got out anyway.

“Y-yeah. I dunno what happened, sorry about that.” He cringed at his words, it almost seemed he raced into the bathroom after a simple hug. His feelings were overwhelming him. His brain was messing him up, he wished he could just cut it out. Literally.

“Did I do something to overwhelm you?” You ask softly again as the door opens, you jump away from the sudden movement, Denji looks at you, his eyes had a hint of red. Everything you did overwhelmed him. He was… just so so so happy to be with you.

“No! Never… I just. Maybe I should leave now.” Denji stuttered out, his right hand scratching the back of his head as he smiled, his sharp teeth barely showing.

“If I did something you didn’t like you can always just tell me! C’mon, I won’t be mad!~” You smile as you make your way back to your couch.

“I just… I just don’t know what to do now.” Denji confessed, his eyes facing the floor as he walked over to be next to you again, “I’ve never really made it this far. I feel useless.”

“That’s alright, Chainsaw Boy!” You grinned as you grasp his left arm, he opened his mouth in shock before shutting it quickly after, “There’s a first time for everything! You saved the day last time you… with the whole devil attack. So this time, for our relationship, I’ll be your knight in shining armor!”

“H-huh?” His eyes were quickly jolted onto you before he looked away yet again, he was sweaty. How cute, “What do you mean?”

“I’ll teach you the basics, you’ll live and you’ll learn. That’s how life works. Maybe this won’t work out… but! We can make it worth our while.” You laughed as you snuggle into his arm harder.

“I didn’t get anything you just said”

“What I mean is…” You take his head in you hands to make it face you, “You don’t need to worry about anything. This’ll be fine.”

“Alright. If you… uh. Say so.” Denji’s face turned brighter as he finally comprehended that your hands were on his face. Not with any violent intent at all. Your hands were warm, warmer than they usually were when the two of you were at school, “S-so, what should I do now?”

“I don’t need to tell you that, think for yourself!” Those words were the exact opposite of what a certain someone told him. The last person he was able to be intimate with. Makima. He shook his head quickly, you were he exact opposite of her, “So do what you want to do.”

“What I want to do?”

“Exactly.” You take your hands off his face and take his hands into yours instead, “Like for example: I want to hold your hands.” You smile at him, he stares at you, stunned. He watches your features stare back at him in an unforgettable silence.

“I…” Denji looks away for a split second before continuing to make eye contact, “I want to… uhm. Kiss you.”

Your face turns red. You did not expect that, not in the slightest. His eyes didn’t break from yours, you blink to make sure this was really real.

“Are you sure?” You ask, you were sure he could hear it, even if it was quiet.

“Yeah, I want to. I- I really want to.”

“Okay. If it’s what you want, try to start it yourself.” You smirk, “Let’s call this our practice round, my princess.”

Denji smiled at your joke, he waited for a second before speaking again, “Wait really? Uhm. How do I do this?”

“Well, do you want an example?” You joke, a light blush spreading onto your cheeks, knowing him, he’s probably going to say yes.

“Hell yeah— oh. I mean. Yes please.” Denji coughed the other way, fixing his mannerisms.

You smile as you lean in to kiss him, it wasn’t a lot. Just a quick peck on the lips, your eyes were closed for just a second. His lips were soft for someone with such sharp teeth.

“This is the second time, do you think you can do it by yourself now?”

“Maybe?”

“Just go for it! I’ll close my eyes so you’ll feel more… I dunno. Less pressure I guess.” You close your eyes, still smiling over at the general direction of Denji.

Denji sat there. Watching your lips. Glancing to your other gestures, should he hold your shoulders? Keep his hands with your own? His hands on the back of your head? He had no clue what to do.

Slowly, Denji leaned in closer, keeping his hands where they already were. Your lips were only a few centimeters apart. With a slight push from himself, Denji’s lips were on yours. Pushing further, you were on the edge of the couch, on top of the arm of the sofa. You open your eyes in shock due to his boldness to see his eyes were shut closed.

You smile into the kiss he had yet to part from. One kiss turned into many more, the two of you panting as you finally split apart. Your hands were in his hair as his hands were on your sides, trapping you between them.

“Was that good?” Denji asked, his eyes opening for the first time after the sweet kisses. His face was redder than it was the last time you saw it.

Your lips turnt upwards into a smile as you kiss his cheek, “I guess you can say it needs work, but for now… It was perfect.”

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“Good afternoon, Princess~” You joke, waving at him as you make your way towards Denji.

“Urghh… stop calling me that.” Denji sighed, his uniform’s coat unbuttoned lazily and his book bag wedges in between his armpit, “Makes me feel weird.”

“What? You don’t like me pampering you anymore?” You laugh as you pepper kisses all over his face, everywhere but his mouth.

“N-no… I just…” He looks away before walking off, you following effectively next to him, “I guess I must like it then.”

“It’s okay! I’ll be your princess at some point, you just have to wait your turn!” You take his other free arm and latch onto it, not giving him the time of day to break free. It’s not like it bothered him that much anyway.

“You missed my mouth y’know. Aren’t you gonna… like. Try again?” Denji’s ears turned red, you smirk before processing what he said for a few more seconds.

“What? You want me to kiss you for real? Why don’t you practice on me again, like a final boss round!”

“Nah, I don’t think I’m really ready.” Denji’s eyes shifted onto yours, lips turning downward as you two turn into an alleyway.

Quickly, Denji’s lips were on yours. That caught you by surprise, really! You gasped into the kiss, his arms locking you in.

“You liar!” You shrieked in amusement as the two of you finally break off contact.

“Did I win?”

“Yeah. I guess you finally won against the final boss.”

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A/n: haven’t been very active I’m sorry! I’m still gonna finish the mannequin event tho

This was a very quick fic that somehow took me a long time to produce cuz I wasn’t very motivated +doing my own shit

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[onyaki]

I don't like sharing

quanxi: pretty, hot, good with her words, good in bed, high stamina, gorgeous, fine, and whatever other sexual, and nice comments and describing words you can think of. she's pretty popular among the lot of women who gloat and shit talk about her. when getting a drink from the bar, you a employee who's usually not here on nights like this ends up serving her.

"what can I get you quanxi?" she's seated in the middle of the bar right where the limes, and lemons and other mixers and mix in's are put, and right where you're serving. at the other end of the bar stands your coworker

"you know me?" she smiles slightly "get me a shot of whatever you'd like." she answers

"you're very popular ms quanxi, especially among the women." you turn to the wall of liquor behind you, picking out your favorite from it. "I mean from the things I hear, who wouldn't go gloat to their friends about it?" you sit a cup in front of her with a lime at the bottom of her cup, and the rim of her glass glazed with sugar. you take your time to talk to her before pouring her drink.

"i'm good but I don't think i'm that good." she attempts to dumb herself down, trying to make her seem less of what you've heard about her. "so what have you heard about me?"

"i've heard you're hot, which I believe and can see too," she loves confidence, and that's exactly what you're giving her. "i've heard, you're good with your words, and good in bed too, high stamina and all that." you pour her drink and she drinks it down quicker than you can put the bottle away.

"another one please pretty lady?"

"i've heard you can drink a lot too." you set another drink down in front of her.

"I guess some of the rumors are true."

"which ones do you think are true? I mean you are the one people are rumoring about." you smile, putting away the bottle of liquor. the clock hits 11pm your shift being over, your boss promised you that you wouldn't have to close tonight and that she would. so it was almost her time to come in

"probably that I can drink, and that i'm good in bed but I haven't really had anyone be the real judge of that."

"hm, I guess you really are good with your words. alrighty quanxi, my shift is over, so i'll see you another time." you write her check, leaving it in front of her, slipping your apron off and heading to the back to get your things and leave.

as the back employee door opens, and you spot a trail of smoke from the side of the building.

"came back here to smoke? even after having liquor?"

"came back here to see you, you didn't even ask me your final question. your coworker said you always ask your final customer if there's anything else you can get them." she takes another puff of her cig.

"well, is there anything else I can get you?"

"a kiss? maybe even a date?" you inch towards her, your shoes hitting the freshly wet cement from the rain that had just stopped.

you do what she asks, kissing her, lips stained from the taste of liquor and tobacco. slipping your hands around her neck, deeping the kiss, only for you to pull back right when she was about to charm you even more, slip her hands around your waist and to top it off share a drink with you but you wouldn't let her.

"ah, quanxi. you are a good kisser, it's too bad though i'd love to keep seeing a fine lady like you but I don't like sharing."

"confident, sweet, a good kisser too, and a tease. so you are the other woman i've been hearing about. the woman who sounds perfect for me." your secret is out, well it was out before yet quanxi hadn't caught on. you were rumored about just as much as she was. you don't do what she does though, you seduce.

"I guess I am the other rumored lady aren't I?" as you're just about to break from your grasp around her neck, she takes your waist into her hands.

"you are."

"it's too bad though, this rumored lady doesn't like sharing, she thinks it's tacky, especially when it comes to ladies i take a liking too. if you really want me, just remember I'll have to be the only one you'll have."

[squiddy-god]

i ask this in the nicest way possible how in tf is denji bi vibes 🧌 bro has to be the straightest anime character ive ever seen LOL

Ok so like what part of this is nice like the fuck? If you don't like it don't fucking read it prick?

Idgaf if this is an "over reaction" it's disrespectful as hell to come onto a bi guys blog just to bitch and moan about how "Denji is so straight" not everyone sees it that way, I didn't force you to read it.

Secondly just because you don't see or understand the ways that Denji's story about how he feels like he's missed out on key parts on life and the parallels to compulsive heteronormativity he has when a large part of his struggle with "normalcy" involves sexual desires towards women. Did you miss the part where Denji is super disappointed that touching a boob isn't really all that great? Or how every time he talks about his wants for that it's either before or after he talks about how he wants those things because he wants to have a "normal" teenage/young adult experience, like I hate to say it but that is literally one of the biggest tropes for closeted bi guys, this is just the main example but like genuinely who gives a fuck if I think Denji gives off bi vibes?

If you care so much come off of annon, like I do not know what made you so mad about a bisexual man saying a fictional character gives him bisexual vibes... Genuinely embarrassing for you tho

[tteokdoroki]

Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[calypsocolada]

VIGILANTE | denji <3

synopsis: you're just the vigilante denji has been searching for... request: "yo! was watching birds of prey and got a thought. sfw, preferably, harley quinn! fem! reader x denji. like denji's out on patrol or something idrk and she's out there causing trouble and fighting and basically like the scene where harley was getting chased by the cop and then throws garbage and a truck driver gets shot and she jumps onto a ladder and stuff. lol ik that's a lot sorry. i dont rlly know where to continue on what else sorry 😭😭" authors note: HI! thanks for the request... this may not be exactly what you requested but I still was inspired by your request to write this. this one goes out to you!! <3 i might write a part two, this one was fun :) cw: nsfw but no smut, potential assault/drink spiking, slightly unhinged reader, blood, gore, severing of body parts, characters aged up to 20's, angst, fluff, touch starved denji, lonely denji, not proofread, (let me know if I missed any!) wc: 4.6k

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You’d been looking to cause trouble. A lot of things led you to this very moment and to say you were ashamed was just plain wrong. You liked the trouble. You liked making people nervous, you liked that power you could hold over someone's head. After going so long without any power of your own it was nice to finally make someone else feel weak once in a while. No it wasn’t healthy and no you didn’t care. Because it felt good. It felt good to terrorize people. To hear their pleads of mercy. 

You never went after actually innocent people. You hunted devils. And you killed a lot of devils that disguised themselves as humans. The news called you the Night killer, they called you a serial murderer. It wasn’t fair… they didn’t know the true personality of the people you ended. Night was the easiest for you to move around in without being detected. You had things to do in the daylight, boring day to day things. But when the night set it was time to let loose a bit.

You had to be a bit more careful recently though. Some celebrity hero had been patrolling the streets recently. Doing good and all. You knew he was looking for you. And you weren’t sure how well you’d fare against chainsaws. 

It was your birthday weekend so your friends decided to take you out. It was some popular club downtown that you all ended up at after dinner. Sweaty bodies and strobing lights you knew only terrible things could come out of unattended drinks and loud music so you kept an eye on all your friends. That’s when you saw him, some guy with a predatory look in his eyes as he stared down your friend. You could tell his intentions right away. You had a knack for it. You could also tell he’d been just the one you were hunting for. The devil that had killed a woman just last week. You’d watch him for a bit and sure enough, after touching and getting slapped away by multiple women, he walked and chatted up your friend for a bit before slipping away to buy her a drink. You watched him non stealthily slip something into it, a grin spreading across his lips, an even bigger one spreading across yours. He really thought he could get away from destiny? You didn’t think this night could get any better but here was a perfect excuse to spill blood on your birthday. You downed your drink and slinked your way through the crowd and when he turned to make his way back to your friend you purposefully bumped into him, spilling the drink all over the front of his tacky white and gold shirt. 

“Oh… shit, I’m so sorry!” You faked an apologetic look and scrambled for some napkins and pressed it to his wet chest.

“Come on-- watch where you're-” The moment he saw you it was like lights filled his eyes. His eyes widened as he looked from your eyes to your cleavage than back up. “No… excuse me, pretty lady.” You giggled, biting your lip as you looked up at him.

“Can I buy you another drink?” You asked innocently, keeping your hands against his chest.

“Don’t you worry about that, dear.” He crooned and it took everything in you not to cringe. Instead you pushed closer to him, talking into his ear so he could hear you over the loud music. “You sure, baby?” You ask, a rasp sliding into your voice. The man nodded his head, his hand sliding against your waist. 

“Wanna dance?” He asks, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. You shiver in disgust but he doesn’t see it that way. 

“Lead the way.” You say and he sure does, his hand sliding just above your ass as he pulls you on the dance floor, turning you around so he can press himself against your behind. The dance was fueling the fire. You couldn’t wait to lure him outside. You wondered how many girls he’d drugged, wondered how many girls he’d touched without permission. The way he touched you now was telling you everything you needed to know, this man took what he wanted. 

And so would you.

After all you could handle of this man, you pushed him back a bit. 

“Wanna get some air?” You asked and he agreed almost instantly. He slid his arms around your waist and hips as you led the way out of the club. There were a few people loitering outside so you led him to the side alleyway. The moment you two were alone he grabbed you rather forcefully and pushed you against the wall, he leaned in to kiss you but your hand shot up and you grabbed him tightly by the chin. He froze, a look forming in his eyes. He was enjoying this.

“Eager one, aren’t you?” You rasped, he nodded his head, trying to lean forwards but unable to, his eyes growing slightly wide.

“You’re strong for a woman.” He says and a devilish smirk grows on your pink lips as you slowly nod your head. You slowly tighten your hold on his chin and watch as his lips part in surprise. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He whispers, obviously liking your rough treatment.

“How would you do that?’ You asked, your free hand sliding to the knife concealed on your thigh. A trusty weapon you acquired after some idiot tried to mug you on your way home from work. It was a trophy you liked to use on your victims.

“I’d yank that little skirt up, rip those tights open and take you right here.” He growled, disgusted chills ran down your spine but your face was as cool as ever. It wasn’t the worst thing you’d ever heard but it was up there.

“Mhm…” You hummed. “Let me see what you’d take me with.” You whispered and the excitement that man felt was on full display as his hands flew to unzip his pants. You waited patiently and the moment you spotted it the smile that fitted to your lips was downright evil. “Small.” You remarked seconds before that trophy knife of yours sliced his member clean off. There was a split second where it didn’t register with him. He inhaled and then his eyes went wide as pain finally made its way to his brain. When he opened his mouth to scream you clamped over his lips hard with your hand and spun him to press him forcefully against the wall. You wiped the blood from your knife on his shirt and pressed it against his neck.

“Mhm wha tha fu,” He grumbled beneath your fingers. 

“What? It’s okay for you to take what you want? To spike women's drinks and touch them without consent? To kill them? I thought you’d probably like being treated the way you treat others.” You growl. He tried to squirm away from you but you were too strong. You held him against that wall like he weighed nothing and the fear that formed in his eyes at the revelation was delicious. 

“Plea-- please.” He pleaded and the sound was like music to your ears. 

“No sense in pleading.” You growled.

“That’s enough.” The voice to your right halted your thoughts. You turned just slightly to see the celebrity himself. Chainsaw Man. 

Fuuuccckkk.

“Let ‘em go.” He directed. Your mouth dried, your knife sweaty in your hands. But you didn’t move back.

“You caught me.” You rasped, it was dark so you knew, unless Chainsaw Man had night vision, that he couldn’t see you very well. He paused at the sound of your voice, slightly tilting his head to try and get a good look at you but they didn’t call you Night Killer for no reason, the night was being very friendly to you right now. 

“You sound… hot.” Chainsaw Man said. Everything halted for a moment. You stared at him quizzically. He’d caught you off guard with that. Even the scumbag beneath your blade seemed surprised before he started squirming again and you had to press your blade harder. “I’ve been tailing your kills for months now… Are you-- blonde? It’s hard to tell.”

“You’ll be tailing another kill if you don’t keep it in your pants,” You growled. “Aren’t you supposed to be a hero?”

“I am a hero. But I’m also a man who has great taste. Now let that man go and step into the light.” Chainsaw Man directed. Something about him made you laugh. This terrifying looking devil had layers. Chainsaw Man cocked his head at your laughter. 

“And what would you do if I slit this piece of shit devil's throat?” You ask and the man you pinned squirmed and whimpered pathetically. Chainsaw Man stepped closer, trying hard to get a look at you. One track mind it seemed. 

“What’d he do?” He asks. It gives you pause.

“You care?”

“Did he try to hurt you? I’ve noticed most of your victims all had charges placed against them for hurting women. Is he just like the others?” Chainsaw Man asked. You wondered if he actually cared or if he was biding time for the police. 

“Uh huh.” You answered, trailing your attention back to the dirt bag. You trailed your knife up his neck to the side of his face. “He touches who he wants and slips things into drinks. Naughty…” You tease, the anger inside you coming out as though it meant nothing. You heard Chainsaw Man walk closer and you shot him a warning look. “Any closer and I’ll spill his blood.”

“Do it.” You hear the hero say. “Kill him. He deserves it.” You stare at him, lips parted. He’d surprised you.

“What?” You asked before you were able to mask that surprise.

“Kill him.” Chainsaw Man shrugs. “I could do it if you want.”

“What kind of hero are you?”

“A hero to those who deserve saving. If this man did as you say then I’ll look the other way.” Chainsaw Man says. You were so shocked that your grip on the man loosened. The dirt bag, sensing your attention elsewhere, shoved hard against you. The hard shove sends your hand with the knife back towards you. He gives another shove and the blade plunged into you just above your chest below your shoulder blade. You land hard, dazed a bit. The dirt bag dives towards the knife, straddling you on the ground.

“You dumb slut!” He growls. “I’m gonna kill-” You heard the revving of chainsaws before you felt the warm splash of blood against your face. You watched in object horror as the man’s head slowly fell off his shoulders and tumbled to the pavement. The body above you slackened and fell to the side in a bloody heap. You wiped at the blood, trying to push away from the body but your shoulder screamed in pain. You’d forgotten the damn knife that had lodged itself in you. You hissed in pain as the Chainsaw’s slowly came to a stop and silence was restored. The commotion had gained the attention of bystanders outside the club as people started poking their heads at the other end of the alleyway.

“Can you walk?” Chainsaw Man asked but when you looked up you saw a regular man, blood on his white button up shirt. When you both saw each other in the dim light of the alleyway you both blushed. You furrowed your brow, momentarily forgetting the throbbing pain in your shoulder. 

“Chainsaw Man?” You said, stunned. The man before you nodded his head, glancing down the alley towards the people. “Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe before they get a good look at us.” You let him wrap his arms around you and pull you to your feet, you’d hurt your leg when you fell so you relied on him heavily to take you somewhere safe.

“Is this okay?” He asked and for the first time in years you didn’t feel disgusted by a man’s touch. It was strange. You nodded your head.

“This way,” You directed once you go to a street you recognized. You led Chainsaw Man towards your house, his hand gently holding you against him. Once there you handed him your keys and he unlocked the door and helped you inside. You grunted in pain as he got you to a chair by the kitchen table. “There’s uh-- supplies in the top drawer… grab everything. And grab the jack from the fridge.” You direct. Chainsaw Man works quickly as you lean your head back, cursing yourself for letting your attention wander. You’d never gotten hurt this bad, just some scrapes and bruises. He was back rather quickly, falling to his knees beside you. 

“How can I help?” He asks as you tilt up, reaching for the jack. You take a big swig of it taking a deep breath. 

“Fuck me.” You sighed at the impending pain. You watched his face go through five different emotions before his cheeks blushed.

“What? Now?” He asks as you furrow your brow before realizing he thought you were giving him an order with those two little words you sighed. You laughed surprisingly, shaking your head.

“No, not what I meant.” 

“Oh… yeah of course.” He blushes, turning away slightly.

“What’s your name?” You ask. He turns back to you, looking up at you from his knees.

“Denji.”

“Denji,” You say and watch his cheeks go even redder. “I need you to pull this knife out of my shoulder.” You say. His lips part in surprise as he blinks. 

“No medicine to dull the pain?”

“I drank jack, no come on before I chicken out.” You say and Denji nods his head. You both lean towards each other and he reaches for the handle. Pain jolts through you at just a small bit of contact. Luckily for you it wasn’t super deep but it would still hurt like a bitch to remove. Denji looks up in your eyes.

“You sure?” He asks as you nod your head, taking another swig. He nods his head and a second later the blade is yanked from your shoulder. You cry out in pain as the blad clangs against the tilt flooring. Denji reaches for your shoulder, pressing his hand against the blood to stop it as he grabs a towel with his other. “It’s okay,” He says soothingly. “It’s out.” He presses the towel against the wound as you catch your breath. 

“Thank you,” You breathe out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You share a moment before you know that the wound needs to be stitched. You walk Denji through the steps and he listens well and takes gentle care of stitching you up and wrapping the wound. Once it’s nice and secure you feel your breath slowly coming back to you. You offer Denji a drink as he’s washing his hands. He grabs two cups and sits beside you at the table. You pour two drinks and slide one over to him. 

“I’ve been hunting you for a few months,” He starts, taking a sip before making a face as though he didn’t like it but then takes another sip. “You put yourself in danger a lot.” 

“Someone has to.” You say, leaning back in your chair. 

“You’re skilled, killing those devils can’t have been easy.” He says as you shrug. 

“They don’t put up much of a fight if you trick them early on.” You say. Denji looks at you over his cup. 

“What’s your name? I think you're a little too pretty for Night Killer.” You can’t help but smile at that.

“Am I now?” You ask, cocking your head slightly as Denji nods his head.

“You’re probably one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen.” He says truthfully. You find yourself blushing at his honesty. 

“It’s Y/n.” 

“Y/n…” He echoes, looking at you dreamily. “That’s better, a pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“Alright, Chainsaw Man, relax.” You jest, taking a sip of your drink. Denji grins at that.

“Can I take you out? Maybe after you’re feeling better?”

“What? Don’t like girls with scars?” You tease as Denji immediately shakes his head.

“I love scars. If you have any more I’d like to see them.” He implored, gaining another laugh from you. 

“Such a flirt.” You wave off.

“I don’t want you to overexert yourself, that’s all.” He says as you nod your head.

“Why? Do you have something really physical planned?” You tease and watch his cheeks and ears go red. 

“What? N-no!”

“I’m teasing you, Chainsaw Man.” You say.

“Denji,” He says.

“Hmm?”

“I-- I’d like it better if you called me Denji.” He says, barely able to look you in the eye. You’d never seen a man blush this much in your presence. It was adorable.

“Denji…” You say, leaning on your hand. His eyes widen just slightly and you can tell he really likes hearing his name from your lips. 

“So… Can I take you out?”

“Why? You just met me?” You ask amused.

“So? I’d be a fool not to ask a pretty girl like you out.” He says and you laugh.

“I might be pretty but I kill devils for fun, aren’t you part devil?” You ask teasingly.

“I am… but I’m not like the ones you kill.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Those scumbags deserved what you gave them.”

“So why were you tracking me down?” You ask curiously.

“Well… If I’m being honest I… saw you on CCTV. Saw how you protected those women a few months ago. I also saw you were finding bigger devils and got worried that you might get hurt.”

“You were worried for me and you didn’t even know me?” 

“I lost sleep. I was lucky to find you tonight.”

“You’re the reason I got stabbed, you know. That devil was weak.” You say, leaning back as Denji’s eyes widen.

“What? I-- I’m sorry, Y/n.” He implores as you laugh, shaking your head.

“It’s fine, Denji, I’m partly kidding.” 

“But it was my fault… I distracted you.”

“It’s fine.” You smile warmly. He sees that smile and the drink in his hand slips from his grasp, spilling all over the table. He jumps up. 

“Shit! Shit… sorry.” He runs to grab a rag and wipe it up. You watch him curiously. He’s nothing like what you expected Chainsaw Man to be like. He was sort of uncool but… not in a bad way. He was like a dork. It was endearing. It had you smiling in a way you forgot how to do. There was a reason you killed dirty devils for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves. There was a time where you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself. That was the same day you had forgotten what it was like to let someone in. Yet here was Denji, who you’d met mere hours ago, worming his way into your iron shackled heart. Each lock he seemingly had the key too. It was slightly alarming but for some reason it wasn’t scaring you away. 

“I’ll go out with you.” You say when Denji had just finished cleaning up only for the shock of your statement causing him to knock over the rest of his drink. You dissolve in a fit of giggles as Denji profusely apologizes, cleaning it all back up.

“You’re serious? You’ll go out with me?” 

“Are you gonna spill anything if I say yes?” You tease as Denji sits the things in his hands down. You smile. “Then yes. I’d like to go out with you.” He can’t fight the smile that graces his lips. It’s like looking at the sun. “Come here,” You say. Denji is quick to be at your side as you grab a pen, clicking it. You gently grab his arm and write your number on his palm. “My number, I should be healed up within a few weeks.” 

“Can I call you before… just to talk?” He asks and you blush at his innocence. He didn’t seem to want just the one thing most guys wanted.

“I’m a late sleeper and I get off work around five, you can call anytime after that.” You say and watch Denji’s face light up. 

“Can you… promise me something?” Denji asked after a moment. You look up at him.

“Hmm?”

“Please let yourself heal. Don’t go devil hunting alone… in fact if you ever find someone you want to hurt please call me and I’ll be there.”

“You want to be my accomplice?” You joke but Denji’s face is dead serious. How could someone care this much in such little time? It almost seems too good to be true.

“I’ll kill for you. Anyone you want dead.” The absolute honesty and pure sincereness made your heart race. This man wore his heart on his sleeve.

“You mean it?”

“I am deadly serious.” He affirms. For a moment you just look at him, your eyes drinking in his soft features. He was quite handsome, a sort of boyish roundness of the face with mature eyes and lips you could tell might not have smiled a lot. But something about him was sad, like the profound loneliness in you had found that same loneliness in him. Like a reflection on yourself. You reached for him but your hand paused before you could touch him.

“Can I touch you?” You asked.

“Please.” He whispered almost inaudibly. You gently ran your fingers across his cheek, settling just below his jaw. His eyes drifted closed at your touch as he moved into your touch like he was starved of it and wanted as much as you’d give him. “Please,” he pleaded again, slowly falling to his knees in front of you.

“Please what?” You whispered, blushing from his reaction to your touch. 

“Will you kiss me? Just once?” He whimpered softly. You swallowed, biting your lip to keep it from trembling. You’d do just that. Honestly if he asked you anything on his knees you might just give it to him. You slide your other hand against his cheek and gently tilt his face up by his chin. His eyes opened into yours and the intensity building between you two was thick in the air. You answered his question with the gentle press of your lips against his. He must’ve been extremely touch starved because the noises he made from just a simple kiss were downright filthy. He surged up slightly, wanting to be as close as possible. “May I-- touch you?” He whimpered against your lips. 

“Yes.” You answered as his hands flew up to either side of your face, one hand slotting just below your jaw and the other sliding into your hair. The tension builds, the nervous excitement and eager kisses. The slow rise of heat within yours and his body. The quick, shallow breaths Denji was making. The way your and his hearts beat even faster now. Finally, the hesitation is gone, the urge to go through with it so great that it seems like a natural force acting upon Denji’s body itself. HIs hand slides around your hip as he pulls you off the chair and sits back, placing you on his lap like you weighed nothing. Your chests meeting, heartbeats sounding in unison. Your mouths finding each other, and lips coming together in a long, fulfilling kiss. The shyness is all completely and utterly gone. The heat within their bodies rises even further, breaths becoming more erratic. Lips separating for just a moment, just long enough to take a breath. Then they come back together, meeting just as passionately and lovingly. You’d never been kissed like this, never felt the weight of lips against yours that made your heart flutter like this. You felt like a teenager all over again. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt this way. It was dangerous and so so alluring. You’d forgotten about your stab wound up until you raised your other arm to tangle your hand in his hair and the pain was strong enough to pull you back to your senses. You inhaled sharply, a gasp of pain that had Denji pulling back, eyes full of concern.

“Y/n?” He mumbled as a question, lips kissed pink. “Are you okay?”

“My arm,” You said through searing pain. That seemed to bring him back to the present.

“Fuck, sorry!” He mumbled, hand flying up to check the bandage and make sure you hadn’t torn your stitches. 

“It’s fine.” You breathe out. Denji reaches to tuck your hair away from your face.

“We should call it a night,” He says but you can tell it’s something he doesn’t really want but wants for you to heal. “I’ll call you tomorrow?” He asks. You’re still sitting in his lap, still wanting much more that he could give you but your arm was aching. You silently cursed that devil for stabbing you and sighed, nodding your head. Denji stands, taking you with him gently. You two are still so close and you almost just want to grab him and ask him not to go. You felt cold when you thought of Denji leaving but you knew you two would need space otherwise your arm would never heal. 

“I’ll be waiting.” You smile up at him and he returns that smile.

“I-- I almost don’t want to leave.”

“I almost want you to stay.” You return. The gaping loneliness seemed to be reaching out between you both. But you had to be smart, you had to think rationally. You’d just met him hours ago… you barely knew him. In fact you didn’t know him at all. But… that really didn’t seem to matter because your hands had barely gripped Denji’s shirt, your body making a conscious decision before your mind could think better of it. “What if you stayed the night? Would that be so crazy?” You’d had one night stands before… it wasn’t crazy…

“I’ll stay with you.” He says. You don’t let your mind talk you out of it, you just gently pull him towards your bedroom. You have no thoughts of furthering your prior make out sesh… you’d rather just sleep with him beside you. You gave Denji some clothes to change into and he helped you change into something comfortable. Once you got into bed, Denji following you inched close to him under the covers. Craving the warmth he provided. You’d never known how cold you were until this very moment. Denji turned to face you and in the dark you saw him flush red. “Can I hold you?” He asked and you didn’t even bother speaking because you were moving closer the moment he ended his sentence as his arms slotted around your hips, your face pressing against his chest. In his arms you felt more safe and secure than you’d ever felt. You closed your eyes against the thoughts that swam around in your mind. You were thinking too heavily. You just needed to shut it off. Denji’s steady heartbeat gave you something to focus on, that and his soft snoring that sounded moments later. Sleep hadn’t evaded you tonight where it had so many other nights. Denji’s arms gently tensed around you as he drew you slightly closer in his sleep. After a few moments your mind had shut off and you were slowly and finally lulled to a peaceful sleep. One of many with Denji in the years to come.                               

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Hold My Hand and Never Let Go

word count: 3360

Pairing: Jake Sully x Female! Omatikaya! Reader Tags/Warnings: adults only, smut, sex, mating, bonding Summary: Older sister of Neytiri, younger to Sylwanin. After Jake successfully becomes one of the people, you take him to visit the Tree of Voices. All the while battling your feelings for him.

Author's note: The scene in Chainsaw Man where Makima and Denji lewdly hold hands inspired me to write this. Was originally gonna be reader and Lo'ak but I wanted to make it lewd, so Jake it is! This is not proof read so apologies for any mistakes! I'll fix em up later~

When Neytiri first brought Jake Sully before the clan, like everyone else you were shocked beyond belief. You offered to cut him down where he stood, had she forgotten the sins of Demons and the Sky People? What they did to Sylwanin?

But by Eywa’s Will he is granted sanctuary amongst the clan. And much to your dismay, your mother, the Tsahik, puts you in charge of training this would be warrior.

Many moon cycles you spend together. It became excruciatingly clear how difficult the path ahead would be. But you persevered, powered by sheer determination and spite; Tsu’tey’s constant dismissal and antagonizing being the driving force.

Though he was future Olo'eyktan, and you future Tsahik, the two of you were not to be a mated pair. It was an unusual situation, but not entirely unheard of. Your parents knew all too well how much the two of you butted heads, always getting on each other’s nerves one way or another.

A compromise then; he would be mated to your younger sister Neytiri. She accepted, noting that he was a great warrior and a promising future leader; Sylwanin always spoke so highly of him.

You put him to the back of your mind, your only focus being Jake and his lessons. Slow at first, especially with the language, he eventually finds his rhythm.

And when he passed his Iknimaya, you were overjoyed beyond words. It filled you with such pride watching him fly his ikran as though he was a natural born Na’vi. Eywa must have truly blessed this man. The two of you giggled like fools as you flew side by side, teasing each other with fake collisions.

Neytiri laughed at your antics, while Tsu’tey merely rolled his eyes, deeming you two a bunch of children.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you painted him in white intricate swirls. And when father declared him one of the people, you smiled brighter than you thought possible. Watching everyone gather around to join hands upon hands, excepting him, you weren’t ashamed of the tears in your eyes. Your gaze briefly met Graces’, the two of you letting out soft laughs noticing each other’s tears.

The day was filled with merriment and celebration. Every artisan of the clan wanted his attention now, showing him their workings, honed by years of trade. Then day bled to evening, filled with feast, song and drink. And when evening bled into night, you stealthily pulled Jake away from the clan, wanting some alone time.

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Hurriedly you pull him along, your footsteps leaving light trails in the earth. This was your most favourite time, the night, when Eywa was at her most beautiful. Even when the sun eclipsed, She never left her people in the dark; lighting the world in a brilliance of colour.

You giggle when you feel Jake playfully tug on your tail as you arrive at your destination; the Tree of Voices. The grove is awash in soft violet and pink hues, almost romantic in a way.

“This is a place for prayers to be heard, and sometimes answered.” You explain as you grab some of the tree. You connect your kuru and smile softly.

“We call these trees, Utral Aymokriyä, The Tree of Voices. The voices of our ancestors.” You watch as Jake connects to the tree, his pupils dilating for a brief moment.

“I can hear them…” He looks shocked, almost like a babe connecting to Eywa for the first time. You suppose that perhaps that was true in his case.

“When our energy is returned, we live on within Eywa.” He nods and disconnects himself. You touch your hands to his broad chest.

“You are Omatikaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree…” You hesitate for but a moment, turning from him you hold your hand out to an atokirina.

“…And you may choose a woman. Or man.” You smirk over your shoulder at him. You giggled at the disgruntled face he makes.

“Woman. Definitely woman…You’re unmated too, right? Can I ask, how come you never chose anyone? You must’ve completed your iknimaya long before I came around…”

He is of course right. There is a pang in your chest as you think on it. Once upon a time you would have been mated to Tsu’tey; but your clashing personalities made such a pairing disastrous. So by your own hand, you sabotaged your own future.

You could have chosen another man, but the fallout with Tsu’tey left you with such a strong impression, you couldn’t bare the thought of Eywa rejecting another union; least of all if it were to be your fault.

You curse yourself then, for the feelings burning inside you. As you stare into Jake’s golden eyes, you know with utter certainty, that you desire him. Your heart yearns for him, aches for his touch. He makes you feel comfortable, safe. Like you can express yourself in ways you wouldn’t to others, and he wouldn’t judge you for it.

You explain to him then, the falling out you had with Tsu’tey, and how it made you feel thereafter. Your heart beats fast in your chest, anxiously you search his gaze for anything close to disgust, almost waiting for an upturned sneer.

But it never comes. He simply smiles down at you, something akin to adoration in those eyes. It fills you with renewed confidence.

“And now…I think I am ready to choose a mate once again…But, he must also choose me.” You grab a hold of his hand, holding it to your face as you stare up at him once more. You watch as realisation slowly takes over, his eyes widening in shock.

“Me?”

You nod, leaning into his hand with closed eyes.

“Yes you…” You whisper into his palm. When you open your eyes once more, you don’t expect to see his face drenched in conflict.

“Jake…?”

“[Y/N]…Of course I choose you, but…”

Oh Eywa no, here comes the rejection. You curse yourself once more, you should have known better, should have kept quiet.

But he doesn’t say anything more. You notice he is looking at his own hands, once pinching the palm of the other. He’s grimacing, lost in his own thoughts.

“The people accepted me, and I’m grateful, really I mean that, I couldn’t be happier…But a part of me still feels, because of my demon blood, can I really be true Na’vi? And, what if something happens to this body? Or, or what if something happens to the link bed I’m lying in? Are you sure you wanna risk being with someone who could drop dead at any second?”

You heart breaks. You had no idea he had been harbouring such thoughts, such insecurities. You grab his face in both your hands, pulling him to meet your eyes once more.

“You are more Na’vi than you give yourself credit for. Eywa saved you in that forest from my sister, and it is by Her Will, that you stand before me. Do not ever doubt yourself like this, you hear me? The man I see before me is not his past, but the future he needs only to reach out and grab with both hands.”

Jake’s lips quiver slightly, but he swallows his would be tears and instead smiles down at you. It feels like the sun kissing your skin. He hands move to grab your face in turn. He says nothing, but slowly leans forward. You tilt your head as you lean closer to him. He stops just shy of touching you, as if to give you one last chance to back away.

Not a fucking chance.

You close the gap without a moment of hesitation.

When your lips meet, you can’t help but inhale sharply. The feeling of his soft lips on yours, it is as though something burst inside you; flooding you with a calming warmth. It seeps into your very bones, bringing an unexpected relief, and a sense of Home.

Tentatively, he moves his mouth against yours. Each move slow and meaningful. His thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. You press yourself harder, deepening the kiss. He moans into your mouth when you do, and he feels you smirk against him.

Cheeky.

He licks your bottom lip, and when you squeak in surprise, he wastes no time invading you with his long thick wet tongue. Your legs feel weak as he explores every part of your mouth, from the tips of your fangs, to the slick of your own tongue. The two of you tangle in each other, tasting, lapping up each other, until the need to breath becomes too much.

Slowly you pull away, laboured breath mixing with one another. He rests his forehead against you, his eyes search yours, though you know not for what. You kiss him lightly on the nose, giving him the reassurance he so desperately seeks.

You take a step back, grabbing his hand in yours as you lower yourself to the ground. When the two of you are knelt before one another, you hold his hand up to yours.

“When Na’vi mate…It is a life long bond. We connect our kuru, our queues together. Through it, you will feel what I feel, and I you…Na’vi are taught from a very young age, how sacred this bond is. It is the most spiritual way you will connect with someone, other than Eywa herself. So it cannot happen, until you find your one true mate…It is also, very, very erotic…Or so I’m told,” you can’t help the blush that adorns your face.

You notice though, that Jake doesn’t seem to be shy at all. He looks at you with such reverence. But there is also something behind his gaze, you dare say, almost predatory. As you he would devour you given the chance. The thought alone excites you, a spark igniting a warmth deep within your loins.

“So you tellin’ me young Na’vi teenagers don’t fool around?” You let out a short laugh at his question.

“Some do. But not always. The urges of the body can take over, but tsaheylu will always be sacred. And for some, they would rather share their first time with their mate.” He nods at your explanation.

“So have you ever…?” You shake your head in response.

“Have…you?”

“…In my Sky People body, yeah…” You nod in understanding; the revelation doesn’t surprise you. His people had different cultures from yours, and you mostly chose to remain untouched due to your own fear of rejection.

“Are you nervous?” He asks and you nod.

“But…It’s something I’ve thought about for a very long time…” Your fingers graze his palm, before you slide your fingers between his and gently hold his hand.

“I believe, mating, having sex, the better you understand the other person, the better it feels…I often wondered what my mate would look like…How long, would his fingers be?” Up and down your lithe fingers stroke the space between his own.

“Would his palm be warm, or cold?” You gently grasp his hand, bringing it to cup your face.

“How would it feel, to have him caress my ears?” You press his fingers around the tip of your ear. You bring his other hand to your mouth, gently taking his thumb between your teeth.

“How would it feel, to have him in my mouth? Taste him on my tongue?” Slowly, you let your tongue glide over his digit, sucking him into your mouth. Jake audibly gasps as you, you hear his tail swish behind him excitedly.

You remove his thumb slowly, pressing a kiss to the tip before you move his hand back down. He gulps audibly.

“You, sure you haven’t done this before?” His voice is anxious, and you revel in that fact.

“I am sure…Now, come. Let us mate before Eywa, ma Jake.” You move your queue to the space between you to, and he mirrors your actions.

You watch with baited breath as the pink tendrils seek each other, slowly entwining in brilliant white.

The feeling that floods you is near indescribable; a euphoria done little to know justice from words alone. It is as though you have lived your life as but a portion of a whole being, suddenly made whole through the bond. You feel his heart beating fast in his own chest, but also reverence he holds for you; as though you were the one to paint the stars in the sky, or hold moonlight in your hands.

He pulls you to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He bites and licks at the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from you. The unexpected pleasure he feels through the bond pulls a low moan from the back of his throat.

His hands are on you, exploring you, every inch of skin set alight as his fingers glide over you. His mouth trails kisses down to your chest. He gives your nipple a teasing lick, before taking the bud into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it perks, then moves to do the same to the other. Your fingers thread through his hair as he does, short gasps leaving you as he does.

The pleasure travels down into your loins, the warmth slicking your walls.

Once he’s satisfied, he sits up to press his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. He is far less gentle this time, mouth dominating your own for control, tongue lapping and invading your mouth without warning.

His hand travels down to your sex, gently cupping you through your loin cloth. You moan shamelessly into his mouth as you feel him gently stroke you.

The pleasure is soft and gentle, with a promise of something grand in the distance. But this friction is not enough. You whine when he grazes your clothed clit, and it’s all the indication he needs. He tugs at the hem and you hurriedly undo the seams.

His hand his on you again, fingers gently prying into your aching core. When he feels the wetness of you, he moans and breaks the kiss.

“This all for me baby? You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you,” he nips at your lip. You gasp as he coats himself in your juices, then gently start stroking your clit.

“J-Jake…” His name feels like a prayer from your lips.

Slowly he moves into you, pressing one finger into your throbbing pussy. He moves his thumb to rub your clit, all the while he pumps that singular long digit in and out of you.

Your cunt sings with a pleasure you never thought possible, your walls becoming wetter with each deft stroke. The pleasure spreads to every inch of you, ecstasy dancing on every nerve. The pleasure only grows when he inserts a second finger. The coil inside you tightening, the promise of orgasm growing ever closer.

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible. You can’t help but grind yourself against his hand, your body demanding more friction.

“Yes, yes, yes ma Jake!” Your voice sings his praises and he quickens his pace.

“That’s is baby, you’re so close I can feel it. Cum on your mate’s fingers,” He moves his mouth to your ear and bites down gently. With one final pump of his fingers you cry out loud as your orgasm hits you. Your walls clentch tightly to his fingers, all the while his thumb gently strokes you as you ride out your pleasure.

When the sensation becomes overwhelming, you whine and tap in on the shoulder. Thankfully he relents, and slowly removes himself from your core.

But the night’s not over yet, and you feel as though that was but a taste of the whole meal.

You can feel his hardened cock aching through the bond.

Instinctively you lay on your back, pulling him with you. You spread your legs as wide as you can, and he nestles between. He removes himself from the constraints of his clothes.

Slowly he rubs his member up and down your slit, lubricating himself as he pumps his hand up and down.

His eyes find yours. Your hand rests beside your face, and he threads his fingers with yours. He squeezes and you squeeze back, nodding your head.

Slowly he starts pushing himself inside you. The feeling is strange and unfamiliar, perhaps even a little uncomfortable. He takes his time though, and you feel the strain of his willpower to move at such a pace. Once he is buried to the hilt, he lets out a shaky breath, resting his head beside you. His laboured breath tickles your ear.

He’s waiting for you to get used to the feeling, giving your body a moment to adjust to the stretch. The uncomfortable feeling from before doesn’t take long to subside, and is instead replaced with a soft pleasant feeling.

You kiss his check, and gently grind yourself against him, encouraging him to move. He groans into your ear, the deep guttural sound of his voice tickling your stomach.

He slowly removes himself, just before the tip, before slamming right back into you. The pleasure that hits you is so sudden you can’t help the loud moan it rips from your throat. He doesn’t wait this time.

With reckless abandon he’s pounding into you, his cock moulding itself into your throbbing walls of your needy pussy. Each thrust makes the most lewd squelch of wetness and flesh you have ever heard. It arouses you even more.

Faster he fucks you, the coil of pleasure tightening once again, threatening to snap at a moments notice. His moans are low and breathless, curse words sprinkled in between as he rides his pleasure within your centre.

Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing his dick to hit a place even deeper than before. Your eyes shut tight as the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. You feel his other hand cup your face, the other still holding your hand tight.

“Open your eyes, [Y/N], please. I wanna see you when you cum.”

With some effort, you open your eyes to lock your gaze with his. The feeling in your heart explodes a million times over as you feel his love for you through the bond, and the joining of your sex. It brings tears to your eyes.

“I love you Jake—my mate—my Jake—forever! I’m so close! Please! Don’t stop!”

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too [Y/N]…Cum for me again baby, let me feel you one more time.”

The cord snaps and your orgasm hits you hard. The moan from your lips burgeoning on a scream. Your cunt squeezes his cock for all it’s worth. The pleasure burns pleasantly from your clit to the tip of your kuru.

Jake continues his brutal pace while you ride out your orgasm. The sensations that flood him through the bond are enough to bring him to his own release.

“[Y/N]!” With your name on his lips, it only takes a few more thrusts before his burying himself as deep as he can, your pelvis bone aching, as he paints your walls with his seed.

He gives you a few more hard thrusts as he rides out his orgasm.

Finally he collapses on top of you, both of you well spent.

He rolls himself onto his back, pulling you with him. He doesn’t remove himself from you, nor does the bond release.

You lay on top of him then, head reasting on his chest. You listen to the rapid beating of his heart; it fills you again with the feeling of home.

Your hand idly traces the glowing stars on his chest. You are both warm and sweaty. Sticky from your exertions. The air is thick with the scent of mating. But neither of you mind.

One arm wraps around you, securing you to him. He brings his other hand to yours, entwining your fingers in a tight embrace.

“I love you, [Y/N]…”

“I love you too, ma Jake. Hold my hand, and never let go.”

You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back.

[lustychan]

☆Puppy love

Pairing- Denji x reader

Info- edging, degrading, pet name mentioned once, slow smut, denji wanting to feel up your chest♡, strap/dick and no specified gender.

Additional stuff- YEAH um first time writing this type of stuff so idk if it's decent but I triedd feed back would be helpful ♡.

You and Denji have been really busy with devil work, so you guys haven't been able to spend a lot of time alone. It was 4pm, you and Denji had finished your last jobs, so you and he decided to go to your apartment to chill and eat.

After arriving, we changed our clothes and layed on my bed. You were doing your thing while he did his, then suddenly I felt a calloused hand on my hip rubbing it slowly up and down. "Hm… Denji what's wrong?", I mumbled, "I want you". He whined at me, so I turned over to look in his eyes "are you sure you aren't tired?", you said worried "[your name] I'm not tired, I want to", as he said that he rolled on top of you and pinned your hands to the sides of your head, and you smirk while looking up at him. "Since when did you become so bold?", you teased him as he started blushing then suddenly you raised up in a flash which made him fall back on the bed "tell me if you feel any comfort", he nodded quietly while blushing and you started kissing him slowly while moving my hands freely on his body until I slowly reached to his crotch and grabbed it roughly, he groaned out at the act and deepened our kiss even more.

I broke off the kiss and stared down at his list filled face, he looked like he was fucked dumb already from a kiss, I give him a quick peck on the lips before pulling off his shirt and shorts "oh your already hard what a slut, are you that desperate for me hm?", you teased him then pulled down his underwear gently, his dick looked so pretty hard as it hardened against his abdomen, as you dragged a finger up his dick he shivered then grabbed your hand "Ah.. ah stop teasing me", he moaned softly, you didn't respond as you slowly went down and gave his dick a small lick at the tip, you smiled as you saw small beads of pre cum come out, then you engulfed his dick whole and started bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace. "[ y-y-your name] slow down a little n-not not so fast ah ah", he moaned out your name with such pleasure you can't help but get turned on at it, you continue at a faster pace even when his hand was grabbing at your hair, after a while you pulled of as he was about to come "huh why did you stop??", he sounded like he was gonna cry "I want you to come from me pounding you". He blushed at what you said, you got some lube from your side table and poured it on your fingers, you then slowly pushed in your middle finger into his tight hole, he always felt so tight and warm, as you were doing this he started to slowly moan as he got used to it I added another after another until you had three fringers in him, you were going a little fast abusing his wet hole with your merciless thrusts "Ah ah ahhhh", he kept moaning "shh my little dog you don't want to make the neighbors hear you, after your deemed him ready you pushed in your strap/dick into him slowly so he could get used to the size of it, you look down at his hole smiling because of how he took your strap/dick so good. You started pounding him hard into the mattress while shocking him and singing praises to him "Hm you like that? You like how I mess up your hole so good", you ask him even if he could bearly form sentences to respond, you continue to have your way with him and even Peppering light kisses on his face.

You paused for a second to talk to him "you alright", he nodded slowly then spoke "it feels so good, b-but can I touch your chest?", he slurred out looking up at you like he was far gone. You nodded to the idea as you started picking up the pace but slower and allowed him to feel up your chest, him doing that turned you on and you suddenly felt the urge to mark him up so you started creating hickeys and bite marks on his "Mhm mm ah stop.. Ah people would see them", you smirked a shook your head.

As the night went on and you guys made passionate love it sadly eventually came to an end. "You good?", you asked as you guys relaxed in the warm tub " yeah", he smirked "I got to touch your chest after all", you playfully roll your eyes at the comment and just hugged him tighter.

[jkirschteinsgf]

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉¡𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 × 𝖿𝖾𝗆¡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

synopsis ; you're stressed out trying to plan your best friend's birthday party and end up talking back to denji. what's better that making up with sex?

warnings ; denji is 18 and the reader is 19. using of pet names such as "babe". the reader invokes god a few times. denji tries to be dominant but he's a puppy. vaginal sex. oral (both recieving). 69. nipple sucking. fingering. the phrases "you're so slow at everything" [...] "slow down" are inspired by a tiktok.

a/n ; this is my first time writing smut so don't be too hard on me. it's also my first time writing in english, which is not my first language so i apologize in advance for the mistakes. i wanted to write a hard smut with dominant denji but i just can't, he's such a puppy. that's it, i hope you'll like it.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

you loved denji. seriously, you really loved him madly. but, you know, sometimes he was capable of making things really hard for you, especially in stressful situations.

during your best friend's eighteenth birthday party, for example. you had spent weeks planning that surprise party and you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect, starting with the fact that she didn't have to find out anything.

you knew your best friend since elementary school, that's why you also knew that in eighteen years of life no one had ever been able to organize a surprise birthday party for her, she always ended up finding out everything immediately and her favorite entertainment was to torment you to make things up to you more difficult.

for her thirteenth birthday you were tasked with taking her out while her mother decorated the house and brought the guests in, but she – who had already found out everything – insisted on staying at home, just for fun while you racked your brain to find an excuse to take her out.

but this time perhaps you succeeded. your best friend apparently didn't suspect a thing about the party you and power were throwing for her and in about twenty minutes she would have arrived at hayakawa's house convinced that she was spending a quiet evening in the company of her friends and her crush (hayakawa himself).

in fact, the main problem at the time was denji.

certainly he would never do anything mischievously to get you in trouble, but sometimes his naivety could be annoying, and quite a lot.

he wasn't stupid, but at times it seemed like he didn't use his brain to reason, completely devoid of any rational filter, and for you, who needed all the support you could get at that moment, it was frustrating.

you loved your best friend and wanted everything to be perfect for her special day, but with denji continuing to act like… denji it only got more complicated.

for example he had decided to use your smartphone to play subway surfers and the battery had run out, so you had to retrieve the number of the pizzeria online and call the delivery guy on power's cell phone.

then he thought that the dj that hayakawa hired was hitting on you and almost ended up in a fight with him. fortunately, himeno convinced him to stay by incrementing his pay, but denji continued to glare at him throughout the whole evening.

and last but not least he forgot to put the beers you asked for in the fridge and now, minutes into the party, they were still disgustingly warm.

it was too much for you and, thanks to the stress, the heat and the imminent arrival of your friend, you had blurted out against him.

«i'm sorry, babe. i–» he tried to apologize, but you were really at your limit. «enough.» you sentenced. «is it possible that you are so slow at everything?»

he didn't answer, but put his head and ears down like a puppy and you felt extremely guilty.

you regretted what you said an instant after you did it, deep down you didn't really mean it. sure, denji certainly wasn't the smartest man on earth, but he wasn't a fool – maybe just a little bit every now and then – and most of all he was your boyfriend.

you loved that naive side of him that always made you laugh, even when you were angry and, even if his superficiality had bothered you that evening, many times his levity had brightened your day.

he just had… a particular way of thinking.

you were about to apologize, but, for some reason, you didn't. the delivery guy had arrived and you had to pay, beam was drinking the beers instead of putting them in the fridge and you, on the verge of a crisis, hadn't said a word to your boyfriend.

«oi, angel just texted me, they're five minutes away from here.» hayakawa told you and you had to postpone your conversation with denji until later.

«okay guys» you said. «turn off the lights and hide, be prepared to yell "surprise" as they arrive.»

in the end the party had been a success. your best friend really didn't suspect anything and was happy with the surprise. the dj had played some great music and the pizza was delicious, you all had a great time and danced and drank until late, so now only hayakawa (of course, that was his house), power and denji – who lived with him – were left.

you were going to stay over, and your friend, a bit tipsy, dozed off on hayakawa's legs and seemed happier than ever.

«okay bro, goodnight.» denji said after he finished tidying up the kitchen, hayakawa waved back in response.

«power, don't stay up late.» he added then, turning to the girl. «you're not my dad.» she replied. denji smiled and tousled her hair with a loving gesture of his hand, then he slowly walked towards his bedroom, giving you a look and a nod to invite you to go with him.

you followed him, feeling you had to apologize for what you said earlier. his expression after you told him that thing was enough to haunt you all evening.

denji let you in and then closed the door behind you, starting to undress, first unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt and then pulling it off his head as if it were a t-shirt.

you observed his toned body in the dim light of the abat-jour as he threw his shirt somewhere in the room, you remained leaning against the door. while your mind elaborated the apology speech to address to him your hormones had very different plans.

you had been drinking a bit that night and were unjustifiably excited by the sight of your boyfriend half-naked in front of you, patiently looking at you waiting for your words.

«listen, denji, i–» but he didn't let you finish the sentence, because with a gentle move he took your face in his hands and began to kiss you sensually on the lips.

you felt your legs giving out and you clung to his bare shoulders to keep from falling to your knees.

«i know you're sorry for earlier.» he said between kisses. «i accept your apology, now try to make up for what you did.»

he grabbed your hair and pulled it back to get more access to your neck, which had started kissing and sucking in some spots.

even though you've been dating for a while, every time denji approached for a kiss or a caress you felt like a cloud of butterflies was flying crazily in your stomach. and you loved it.

«sit on the armchair, let's start.» he commanded. you did as he said and went to sit down, he reached you with slow movements and knelt in front of you, gently placing his hands on your knees and spreading them with unexpected force, making you whine in surprise.

you could feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin between your thighs, quivering with anticipation of the things he would do.

he kissed the fabric that covered your pussy, pulling it lightly with his teeth. you arched your back looking for more, but he held you firmly with your ass on the chair.

when it came to sex you were a little impatient, denji, on the other hand, loved to savor every second of the experience, torturing you with his slow and thoughtful movements.

«you know i won't be gentle to you tonight, right?» he said tilting his head to one side. you nodded vigorously, you just wanted him to fuck you so hard you forget your name. weird way to apologize.

he reached under the skirt of your dress and grabbed the edge of your lace panties pulling them down your legs with sensual calm, throwing them somewhere in the room. «you won't need those anymore.» he added with a smirk.

he arranged your legs on his shoulders and started to lick your pussy as if it were a dessert, slowly driving you crazy under the touch of his tongue, holding you still with his strong arms.

with circular movements he began to stimulate your clit, faster and faster eating you out as if he were drunk on you. you moaned covering your mouth with your hand in order to not wake up the others in the living room, and you could feel denji grinning against your pussy, increasing the speed and the depth of the movements.

he used two of his fingers to penetrate you as he continued to lick you, his face buried between your legs. you had your head thrown back against the velvet-covered back of the chair, holding on to the armrests to keep you from starting to moan loudly.

«oh, fuck. denji, slow down. i-i'm about to come.» you said gasping for air. in response he laughed softly making his voice vibrate against your pussy and making you tremble with pleasure.

«i thought i was slow at everything.» he replied, using your words against you as a revenge, now he was looking straight into your eyes as he kept fingering you, deeper and deeper.

«oh, my love.» you moaned, sighing, you felt the orgasm coming and your velvety walls tightened around his fingers. you would like him inside you, you would like him to make you scream, regardless of hayakawa and power in the other room.

even though you came, he hasn't stopped fingering you, now his fingers slowly slipped in and out of you and denji watched them in ecstasy as you shiver with overstimulation.

«s-stop, i already came. i need a minute to–» but you were too worn out to finish even one sentence that night.

«you came, but i didn't.» denji replied kissing you lightly on the mouth. «strip.» he commanded you again, pointing his warm brown eyes straight into yours.

you did as he said, standing up and pulling off your dress and bra as he went to sit on the bed. now you were completely naked and a little unsteady on your legs, you were about to take off your heels, but he told you not to. «i find it hot. you all naked with your heels still on.» he explained with a little smirk, denji had some weird kinks sometimes.

however, you didn't remove them and walked towards him. denji lay down on the bed, raising his head just enough to see you. «sit on my face.» he said with an eloquent wave of his hand.

you did as he said, crawling onto the bed and letting him guide you to his mouth, to pick up where he left off.

he started licking your pussy again, but in the meantime you could hear him undoing his pants zip.

«do you want me to do it for you?» you asked as you ran your fingers gently through his hair. he nodded and let you switch positions to form a sixty-nine.

you gladly did it, freeing his cock from the fabric of his underwear and starting to masturbate it with the precum as a lubricant. denji had the perfect dick, literally. as he fucked you it felt like he was made for you and you couldn't imagine doing it with someone else.

you liked the shape, the thickness and the way he used it to please you. denji liked giving more than receiving when it came to sex, so you never had many opportunities to suck him off, since all the time it was always him who preferred to satisfy you, and not vice versa.

so you were intent on giving him the best blowjob of his life, if only denji hadn't switched his fingers to his tongue once again just so he could say «let's see who comes first.»

«that's not fair!» you protested. «i've already came, i'm more sensitive!»

«whoever comes first must suffer a penance.» he replied, ignoring your point, then put his mouth on your pussy again and started penetrate you with his able tongue.

you buried a moan by taking the tip of his dick into your mouth, licking the precum that was leaking down his length.

he was too big for you to take it all in, so you decided to focus on the top and use your hand to wrap it all around.

but, despite denji's moans, which gradually became louder, you couldn't help but coming first, trembling and quivering, without being able to keep you on your knees anymore.

denji's dick was about to explode, but you knew your boyfriend's durability and you knew you were far from done.

he left you a few moments to recover, you lay on your back on the bed while denji finished undressing completely and took off your heels, placing them near the armchair, as he caressed your legs and ankles.

your boyfriend was so thoughtful and caring towards you that you were even more sorry that you were rude to him before.

you wanted to tell him and apologize, but before you could, he smiled. «penance!» he exclaimed, happy as a child. «i will choose the position.»

his dick was still hard and you could even see swollen veins on it, looking forward the moment he would fuck you.

you were emotionally drained and you just wanted to have him inside you to feel him close, to feel that he wasn't mad at you. you couldn't bear to hurt his feelings, and you couldn't bear an abandonment in that case.

«do whatever you want, babe.» you said, running your fingers through his blonde and soft hair.

you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

he smiled back at you, resting his cheek on your hand that was stroking his face. he bent down to kiss you and positioned himself between your legs, sliding into you slowly and taking your breath away.

«oh, god.» you said clinging to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. perfect. he was just perfect.

«no, not "god", my love. it's me.» he whispered in your ear as he slipped deep inside you.

«oh, denji.» you moaned, wrapping your legs around his hips. he grabbed your thighs and started moving inside you with deep, strong thrusts.

you were squeezed between his toned body and the mattress, but you couldn't feel happier than in your boyfriend's arms.

he was hitting just the right spot and you had to desperately try not to come so fast, you didn't want it to end, you just wanted to have denji inside you for a little longer.

he was kissing your neck, sucking hard on your throat, while one of his hands was holding your body close to his, the other was grabbing your boob.

«oh, denji, please. i'm coming. oh, lord please have mercy.» you whined clinging to him, feeling your whole body burning with pleasure.

denji smiled and reached up only to grab your hips with his hands and go even deeper with the thrusts, eliciting a scream that surely hayakawa and power must have heard.

«c'mon babe, let's come together.» he said with his smooth voice. you nodded, almost crying out of pleasure, and you pulled him to you to kiss him passionately.

you came first, obviously, moaning loudly as if there were only you two in the house, he came few seconds after, filling you with his cream, gently slowing down with thrusts.

you were gasping for air, shocked by one of the best fucks of your life. denji, exhausted, lay down on your chest, wrapped in the softness of your breasts.

«holy shit.» was the first phrase you were able to pronounce, that made him laugh.

you two stayed like this for a while, with you running your fingers through his hair and him softly kissing your chest, gently sucking your nipples as you liked.

«it was amazing.» he said smiling against your skin.

«i'm sorry, denji.» you interrupted him. «i shouldn't have told you that, it was rude.» «don't worry.» he replied. «you were tired and definitely stressed out. i know that you love your best friend and you wanted to throw the best birthday party she ever had. it was my fault, i was annoying you.»

«no, don't say that!» you said, worried. «don't even think for one minute of justifying me. i know i was burned out, but you didn't do anything wrong. it was a terrible attitude of mine. you were actually perfect. you inflated the balloons, you picked up the cake, you bought plates and glasses, you even bought her gift for me! i couldn't wish for anything better.»

he lifted his head a little in order to look at you, he was so sweet and still so young, but his words made you realize how grown up he really was for his age.

«i know, [y/n], but you too have done a lot. that's why i'm not mad at you, i could never be. sometimes we don't know how to manage our emotions and this makes us frustrated, even if it's wrong, sometimes it happens to pour this frustration on the people we love. it can happen, we are human.»

«you are... much more mature than i'm used to think of you.» you confessed, a little embarrassed by that superficial thought.

you fell in love with denji because he made you laugh, he was free, reckless, and sometimes lacked the brain-to-mouth filter, but now that you two have been dating for a while, you're discovering that there's more to him than just the braggart mask.

he laughed and then dropped his head on your chest again, caressing your soft and smooth skin with his sinful and persuasive touch.

«wanna do it again?» he asked you, hoping for an affirmative answer.

«don't even try!» it's hayakawa's voice coming from behind the door, power's screeching laugh accompanied it and the two of you looked into each other's eyes and both bursted out laughing.

[nanathott]

Hey Nana! So I read this blog where this ADULT person (+22) had rules like “nyanya nya if you’re someone who says ‘don’t write about these characters they’re minors’ just block me. Aged up is like a timeskip in the manga except here it’s in a fanfic and it’s not canon, so what’s the difference between aged up fanfic and a canon timeskip? Plus they’re just 2d characters.” I HAVE to add that this person writes “light” incest but not “heavy” incest, like if it wasn’t the same shit wtffff

Honestly it pissed me off lol cause like, what even separates them from pedos at this point? (I didn’t mention but obviously this person writes suggestive/nsfw content about minor characters.) The moment you’re imagining that minor character in a sexual context or in certain positions I don’t see how it’s any different (or am I overreacting?)

Aaaanyway SORRYYYY (sometimes I feel like you need to have zero morals and zero values to be on apps like tumblr or ao3. But honestly the worst are the people reading that shit and hyping up the writers. It’s so inconsiderate to the people who have to live with that kind of traumas/struggles..)

(One time I was looking for a Chainsaw Man fanfic on ao3 and against my will I stumbled upon someone writing Denji x SIX YO/EIGHT YO!reader??????? (As a victim of pedophilia I legit thought I was gonna throw up. Like an idiot I read the comments hoping someone would call out how messed up it was and WHAT DID I SEE??? “Omg this is so good, I love it” and I wanted to lose it and start cutting heads off lol🤕))

ANYWAY! Have a great day Nana!! (Oh idk if I said this already (yeah this is all unplanned, I’m just talking with my heart hihi and forgetting stuff) but I wanted your pov, your thoughts or idk, I just wanted to share this lol) HAVE A GREAT DAY AGAIN! <3

that’s so insane, the reason why aging up minor characters is fucking weird is because THERE IS NO CANNON TIMESKIP, you saw them as a kid, look like a kid and act like a kid and got the urge to write smut about them….. that’s weird, the only reason they’re “aging them up” is just a way for them to attempt at justifying what they’re doing so they don’t feel like a creep (it’s still weird as fuck)

^ this goes heavy for mha characters bcs they reeeeally look and act like kids esp in the earlier seasons when they’re still naive and learning, not to mention they’re literally in a high school setting

but i totally agree, ik people have mixed feelings on this and smut about minors will always be a problem and cause discourse but idk, maybe those of us who are victims of pedophillia are more sensitive to these things but regardless of whether they’re their fictional characters or not it just feels gross

it feels like stripping them of their innocence esp in cases where people write smut for denji like u said, he’s dumb, uneducated, inexperienced, and is obviously a repeated victim of sexual assault and people use that as a way to write smut for him… it’s so strange, like leave that kid alone

[silvvermoon]

💕 Tell me about the latest project you're working on or what you're most excited about creating right now. Send it to as many people as you want. 💕

I haven’t thought of anything 😭 I’m super bad at planning, I usually just write whatever smut fics/drabbles comes to mind at 3am when I should be sleeping haha.

But I do have some mini prompt lists on my phone notes for later inspiration:

- top!Aki & first time anal

- aged up denji & desperate pussy eating

- sub!Aki & trying not to beg you

- stepbro!aki who’s feels both guilty and horny because he wants to F U C K your brains out and yeah honestly I just write smut, cliche smut I’m sorry haha

[stellar-constellations]

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Demon Slayer

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Angel Devil

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Power

Seven Deadly Sins (only season 4 and less, rest of the seasons and movies sucked so I stopped watching).

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The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

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[perfectly-unsad]

You’re So Lucky

Pairings - fem!reader x Aki Hayakawa

Warnings - 18+ smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral sex f receiving, friends with benefits, Denji being a perv, slight angst but not really, not proof read

Word count - 2.8k

A/n - I wrote this in like an hour after seeing an Aki edit on tiktok and feeling absolutely feral for him so it’s not very good but we move. I haven’t read the CSM manga so sorry if anything is too inaccurate but it’s mostly just smut, not much lore!

I am planning on releasing a Halloween one shot (maybe a little late) but I’m not sure which fandom I’ll write it for, probably Haikyuu, so if there is any specific character you want it to be about just let me know!:)

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00:13.

You hummed along quietly to the song playing over the radio of your car, hoping neither of your parents would peer into your room to check on you throughout the night. A light buzzing of a notification on your phone caught your attention as you glanced down to see the text coming through.

"Aki: Are you nearly here?"

You chuckled at his eagerness, it had been some time since you had last seen him, the memory of your first encounter flicking through your mind as you recalled picking up your father, who had drunk a little too much with his colleagues, from a bar. Aki had helped him into the backseat of your shitty little student car, a few flirtatious words were shared and before you knew it he was asking you over in the sinful hours. His skillful flirting implied he was no stranger to talking with women, but you didn't care. You weren't looking for anything serious.

Both of you had agreed to a 'no feelings involved' relationship. It was just sex. Of course, it was only natural that your resolve faltered in some tender moments. Catching his soft gaze as you lay next to him, breathless and sweating, you thought it possible that something could grow from this. However, those moments were few and far between. More often than not, you'd be redressing before either of you had even caught your breath.

Finally, you had reached Akis residence. It was small, and cozy. Probably cleaner than the house you shared with others as a student. Just as you raised a fist to knock, his door swung open, startling you slightly. He quickly brought a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet which had you giving him a confused look. As far as you knew, he lived alone, and neither of you had been especially considerate of the neighbours before. He lowered his finger and motioned for you to come in, which you did. He shut the door behind you, taking great care to be as quiet as possible before engulfing your hand with his and walking you to his room.

"Okay, what was that about? You get a noise complaint?" You questioned as soon as his bedroom door was shut.

"I've got a... roomate, type, thing. It's not important." He dismissed, shaking his head slightly as he approached you. His arms wrapped around your body in such a familiar way that the movement alone triggered your own muscle memory as you brought your arms over his shoulders without even thinking about it until your lips met his. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, pressing harder against you, moving his soft lips against yours with an undeniable desire as his tongue pressed against yours.

It felt good for this to be so familiar. You had a few... escapades... while at university studying for a masters degree, but they were always rather brief and unexciting. Aki knew your body, and you knew his and it just felt right.

Without breaking the kiss, he guided you towards his bed until you felt his mattress at the back of your legs. His hands travelled down your body, running over your hips until he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the comfortable sweatpants you had on, pulling them down to expose your bare cunt.

He pulled away from your lips, glancing down to confirm what he thought to be true before returning his gaze to yours with a teasing smirk plastered across his lips. "Didn't even stop to put on underwear, huh? You must have missed me." His voice was so full of confidence, you wanted to roll your eyes or scoffed but honestly, he was right.

"I've been thinking about this all day." You said unabashedly, closing the small space between you as you planted soft kisses on his neck. Your words went straight to his cock as he hardened in the confinement of his trousers. Your body jolted instinctively when you felt a warm hand at your folds, two fingers pushing inside of you as his thumb circled your clit. "Aki," You breathed desperatley against his neck, physically unable to continue kissing him as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

He leaned down to kiss your neck as he continued to skillfully work you until he had you grinding against his touch for more. You moved your neck however he dictated, leaving a trail of saliva in his path as he sucked on areas that forced moans out of your throat.

"Shh," He cooed quietly, bringing his lips up to tease against yours as the tips of your noses brushed against each other "look at me." His voice was deep and low, you wanted nothing more than to obey his every command so of course, you lifted your lidded gaze to meet his as he attempted to burn the sight of your flushed cheeks and swollen lips into his brain. "Tell me what you want."

"I- I wanna cum." You whined as another moan forced its way past your lips as his thumb pressed harder, focusing on the needy bundle of nerves while his two fingers curled deliciously inside of you until your legs began shaking. "F-fuck, Aki, ah~" Your voice was shaky as you felt the familiarity of the tension that built up just before the release, but just as you were about to come undone the friction of his hand was gone, the space taken up by his fingers was now empty. "Aki!" You whined frustratedly, pushing on his chest to convey your annoyance, not that it did anything to push him away.

Your cheeks somehow flushed an even darker red as you watched him lift his two glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking every last drop of your juices off of his digits whilst he maintained an intense eye contact with you.

"You taste so sweet, gorgeous." He smiled, resting his hands on your waist as he guided you to sit on the edge of his mattress as he positioned himself on his knees in front of you. He slid his hands down to your thighs, pushing your legs apart gently to look directly at your pretty, soaked cunt.

He couldn't stop a low moan from vibrating against your sensitive skin as sunk his tongue into you. Your eyes rolled shut as your head fell back at the feeling of his warm tongue burying inside of your. You moved your hands to his head, releasing his locks from the hair tye he had it in, allowing you to run your fingers through the full length of his hair.

A faint clinking sound could be heard and you assumed it was Aki taking off his belt to pull his trousers down. Shortly after that, he brought one of his hands up to pull your folds further apart, fully exposing your throbbing clit. His tongue was quickly replaced by two of his fingers, a gasp rushing out of your lungs when you felt him gently sucking on your clit, the pressure it created was intense and you could feel Aki smiling at your reaction.

"P-please, Aki, 'm gonna-" You could barely get your words out as he relentlessly worked your clit, arching his fingers inside of you to press against that soft spot he knew all too well. You could feel the coil inside of your stomach tightening and tightening, your muscles flexing achingly until finally it snapped. Your squeezed his head between your thighs as your walls tightened around his fingers. Mercilessly, he continued to suck against your overstimulated clit as you rode out your high against his tongue.

"I'll never forget how pretty you look when you cum." He smirked after managing to drag his lips away from your core, an erotic sheen smeared on his lips and chin.

"W-what about you?" You questioned, trying to sound confident but your voice sounded shaky, before he could say anything about it you outstretched your leg to place between his, rubbing against his throbbing erection with the top of your foot. You felt him grind against you at the unexpected contact which made you smile victoriously. "Awh, you're like a dog, can't help but move against my foot, huh? Sweet thing." You teased him.

Judging by the look in his eyes you knew you had fucked up. He lifted himself off of the floor, leaning in to give you a forceful kiss as his tongue coated yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, but he was quick to use his hands and body to force you further onto the bed and crawl on top of you.

His warm hand slid under your top, his fingertips gliding against your skin as he made his way up to give your tits a firm squeeze. You let out a small whine that was lost in his mouth when you felt him pinch your nipples between his pointer and middle finger. His lips curled into a smile against yours at your reaction, by now he knew exactly how to illicit all sorts of noises from you.

"Aki, please, I need you." You begged against his lips before kissing him gently.

"Need me to what?" He breathed in little more than a whisper, his warm breath hitting against your lips as he looked at you with a lustful, lidded gaze.

"Need you t'fuck me, please." You whined under him, he kissed you again, pressing his body against yours as he brushed over your nipple with his thumb.

"I'll never get tired of hearing you beg for me " His voice was low and hungry, laced with slight amusement as a feigned chuckle slipped its way through. Your gaze was brought downwards as he lowered his pants, his erection springing free from its confinement. Instinctively, you parted your legs a little wider for him, his hand stroking his base a few times before he refocused his eyes on you. "Such a good girl," He cooed, pressing his tip against your folds and rubbing it across your length "tell me how fucking lucky I am." His tip sliding teasingly across your clit every now and then was turning your brain to mush, all you wanted was to feel him inside of you, every thrust, every twitch, fuck you wanted all of him and you'd do and say just about whatever it took to get it.

"You're so fucking lucky you get to fuck me." You said, looking up into his eyes as you said it. A content smile appeared on his face as he stared back at you.

"Yeah, I am." He whispered just as he pushed himself inside of you, making sure to memorise the way your mouth fell open to let out a small gasp and the way your eyes closed while your head tilted back slightly. "Fuck," his voice trembled as he buried himself in your slick walls "you feel so good." He began to thrust in and out of you, the wet sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room and leaking beyond the thin walls, although neither of you seemed to care at this point.

"Waited for this for- ah, so fucking long," You moan as you feel his tip hitting that spongy soft spot deep inside of you.

"Yeah? You miss being fucked by me, beautiful?" He teased, keeping a steady rhythm as he continued to play with your nipples, seemingly on a mission to get you as overstimulated as possible. You mewled a pathetic response to him as you felt yourself reached your high once again. "I missed your pussy, too." He panted, approaching his own climax as his thrusts became more sloppy and desperate. "You want me to cum in this pretty little pussy?"

"Y-yeah," Was about all you could whine before your release, your walls tightening around his cock which choked a deliciously pleasurable groan out of Aki as he forced himself as deep inside you as possible, a mix of both of your juices leaking out of you as you felt him twitching uncontrollably inside of you. In the heat of the moment you hadn't even noticed how Aki slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together tenderly.

His body was shaking slightly as he used all his strength to not completely collapse on top of you. "It's okay, you can lean on me." You reassured him, your breath grazing the side of his neck as he hung his head over your shoulder. Your chest rose and fell as you breathed deeply, trying to recatch your breath while running your free hand through his loose black hair. He quickly gave up trying to keep himself off of you, his clothed chest now pressed against your bare one, your tank top having been rolled above your tits.

His body weight felt was slightly crushing for a second, but once you adjusted it felt comfortable. He embraced you intimately as he softened inside of you, moments like this stirred a longing feeling in your chest. You were fine being friends with benefits, honestly, it probably made more sense since you were studying at a university outside of Tokyo. But... This felt so right. It never felt like this with anyone else, and a small part of you hoped he felt the same.

A creaking of the floorboards from outside Akis room pulled you out of your thoughts, you both lifted your heads in unison, only now noticing that the door was now cracked opened.

"Denji you fucking pervert, you better not have been watching us!" Aki shouted as he lifted himself off of you, pulling up his pants and racing over to the door to peer outside. You gave a slightly amused chuckle at his reaction, sitting up to put your own trousers back on.

"Your roommate-type-thing, I assume?" You asked after he had shut the door and turned back to face you.

"Yeah, sorry he's such an- are you leaving?" He asked, the thinly veiled disappointment in his voice made your chest clench.

"Well, yeah, we're done... Aren't we?" You replied, as if you were asking something obvious. This was what you two had agreed to, after all. Time seemed to stop for a moment as you waited in silence for his response, if he asked you to stay, you would. You hoped he would.

"Uh, sure, I guess so." He said quietly with a sigh, reflexivly walking over to his bedside table to pull out a pack of cigarettes. If he wanted you to stay, he would have asked, so perhaps he didn't.

"You're still smoking?" You huffed. It was something you brought up almost every time you saw him.

"I have a stressful job." He replied, bringing a lighter up to the end of the cigarette, you let out your own disappointed sigh as you stood up.

"Well, at least kiss me goodbye before you light it, they taste disgusting." You bartered. He looked up at you as you walked over to lean above him, he plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it delicately between two fingers before reaching up and placing a bitter sweet kiss on your lips. It lasted longer than any old goodbye kiss, as if this was your way of telling him without words that you wanted to stay, or his way of telling you he didn't want you to go.

However, when you finally pulled away from him and looked at his perfect face, the corners of your lips pulled into a sad smile. "Bye, pretty boy. I'll text you when I'm back in Tokyo so we can do this again," You said while walking towards his door, placing your hand on the metal handle "unless you get a girlfriend by then." You added on in a jokey tone, although it was a very real possibility, the thought of it made a flurry of jealousy swirl inside of you, but his response was reassuring.

"Yeah, right," He scoffed in bitter amusement, finally lighting his cigarette "text me when you get home so I know you're safe, okay?" He ordered, exhaling the puff of smoke above his head.

"Will do, see ya!" You said cheerfully as you gave him a small wave before shutting his bedroom door behind you. Once closed, you let out a big sigh, staring at the wall in front of you as you considered your situationship with Aki.

"So, are you Akis girlfriend?" An unfamiliar voice startled you from the darkness, but it was certainly more curious than menacing. When you turned your head to see where it came from you noticed the body that the voice belonged to looked a bit younger than you two. No doubt this was the 'roommate-type-thing'.

"You must be the peeping tom, Denji." You joked, the polite smile on your face contradicting your teasing words as he blushed at your accusation and stuttered over his defence.

[batterygarden]

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

Sitting on his face (smut)

The Texas Pussy Massacre (monster fucking)

Denji x clingy gn! reader drabble

Pussy magnet Denji x reader

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 Session (semi public sex)

Asking Denji to hit u in bed (smut)

Denji x codependent gf reader one shot

Denji x shy reader one shot (smut)

Denji x gyaru girlfriend fluff

Taking a bath w him

Denji x Sex Fiend! Reader (smut)

Aki:

Aki hayakawa bf hcs

Aki bf hcs p2 .

Aki x shy reader hcs .

Armin:

toxic!armin x crybaby gf

armin x bimbo reader (breeding kink smut)

Drunk armin does ur skincare fluff .

Condescending bf armin helps u @ bank .

morning time w armin .

Armin, eren, & mikasa relationship hcs

Eren Jaeger:

step-bro eren (smut)

Aza Chobe:

love birds in a hammock .

Blue Lock:

play fighting ft nagi and rin .

train on a train (smut ft nagi, bach, isagi, chigiri)

REQUESTS:

SUPER slow on getting to these rn but I appreciate them!! & I might change the prompt around or not do it if I’m not into it,, but no judgement or kinkshaming,, i’m down to write dc, fluff or anything in between 💘

ASKS:

Ily, send in whatever as long as it’s nice,, if it’s a thirst or something I’m not into, then I may simply not respond though. Just bc idk lm not trying to be critical to yall.. no judgement I promise I’ll forget ab it 💘 also sometimes slow to answer these if I’m in a funk

TAGGING

AO3

[venumelon]

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ about me

hi! my names melon!

i’m an avid manga/manhwa reader and i enjoy a multitude of fandoms and shows <3

i’m a trans man that uses he/him pronouns

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if you are fem aligned! as much as i love my girlies you have plenty to read on this app <3 you are more than welcome to my gn! reader works tho! just no m. reader please

you are under the age of 16! i just feel extremely uncomfortable with knowing young teens can read my works so please respect my wishes. as i sometimes write some pretty snuff like stories.

if you're racist, homophobic, fetisher, pedo etc - pretty much the normal dni type of stuff.

i do check blogs and if you don't have your age indicated or you have a weird gross vibe i will block you

.ೃ࿐ who can interact / please interact if :

male aligned / no / gender fluidreaders

anyone the age of 16

manga/manhwa readers pls my inbox is open send me a message if you want a chat!!

mlbb players

nanami kento lovers

ೃ࿐ how my content works

i sometimes write some pretty dark themes (nsfw) i’m not a huge fan of smut but i can write it if i feel like it !

i will write what the title is, what theme it is and a short content and trigger warning! if i do miss any cw/tw’s please dm me only so i can add it

im still figuring out how this app works so requests are open! they just might take a few days more than normal.

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.ೃ࿐ what i can write

as previously mentioned i can write some dark themes - so a mixture of sfw and nsfw

kinks : masochism, sadism, bondage, bdsm, exhibitionism, dirty talk, impact play, orgasm control, praise/degradation, breeding, blindfold, breath play, humiliation, voyeurism

i will not write : large age differences, step-cest, incest, beastiality and f! readers

i’ll write : dom/sub m!/ftm!/nb! reader, dilf! reader/character, service top/bottom/dom/sub, m! preg, drugging, threesomes, pegging, anal/oral, face fucking/sitting, corruption, manipulation, mutilation, kidnapping, gaslighting, blackmailing, murder, self harm, suicidal themes, cheating (only if it’s the character not the reader), cannibalism, torture, yandere, non-con/r

ೃ࿐ fandoms i write for

anime : jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, overlord, code geass, that time i got reincarnated as a slime, death note, tokyo ghoul, rising of the shield hero, castlevania, black butler

manga/manhwa : solo levelling, lookism, noblesse

games : genshin impact, resident evil, fnaf, fear and hunger, mobile legends: bang bang, call of duty

movies/shows : lord of the rings, fight club, avatar

etc :

.ೃ࿐ masterlist !

: ╰┈➤ jjk

nanami kento x gn! reader - short fluff

ೃ࿐ upcoming works :

: ╰┈➤ domestic househusband nanami kento

: ╰┈➤ childe (tartaglia) with an obsessive fatui harbinger

: ╰┈➤ star struck denji meeting a devil hunter who can wield the void

[chosoloz]

⌯ RULES .ᐟ

i can write almost anything ranging from smut, to fluff to angst. writing smut is my speciality though.

i won’t write for weird things such as piss, scat, blood, etc. but i do write cnc and dub con.

fem aligned and minors can read my stories for all i care. you can even interact because i genuinely don't care and it isn't my duty to monitor each and every one of you to see that you aren't a minor or a female.

i write for bottom male and ftm reader. i do write top reader but not for now, i don't write for female readers so don't request that.

be as detailed as you can in your request because then only you can get the result you envisioned. do not hog at me to complete your request, i have a life out of tumblr. and if you've already placed a request on my page but then ask the same thing to some other author it will land you in my block list.

i also block people in general so don't ask your friends or create a fake account just to ask me why i blocked you.

if you do wanna copy my theme, just ask me, dude. i’ll probably even help you make it. but like don't steal, not fun at all.

⌯ CHARACTER LIST .ᐟ

jujutsu kaisen.

noritoshi choso, gojo satoru, getou suguru, fushiguro toji, sukuna ryoumen, nanami kento, higuruma hiromi, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, okkotsu yuuta, inumaki toge, noritoshi kamo.

bungou stray dogs.

dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara, atsushi nakajima, akutagawa ryunosuke, kunikida doppo, fuzukawa, fyodor, nikolai gogol, sigma.

blue lock.

isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei.

lookism.

daniel park, jay hong, zack lee, vin jin, vasco, jace, gun park, goo kim, jaegyeon na, seongji yuk, jake kim, sameul seo, eli jang, warren chae, johan, sinu han, kwak jichang, james lee, eugene.

manager kim.

manager kim, hansu seong.

viral hit.

hobin, taehoon seong, yeonwoo, munseong kim, seongjun baek.

my hero academia.

izuku midoriya, bakugou katsuki, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, kirishima ejirou, kaminari denki, shinsou hitoshi, aizawa, all might, shigiraki, dabi, hawks, neito monoma.

killer peter.

peter/pietro, nathaniel, simon.

chainsaw man.

denji, aki, kishibe, yoshida.

MASTERLiST. to be made.