#yoshida x reader x Denji

[verilly]

Dilemma

Yoshida x Reader x Denji

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

[Description: “Who else am I supposed to love but you?”, “Don’t play around, how much I’ve done for you…”, & “Please hug me, kiss me, but it won’t come true.”]

Warnings: OOC, blood gore I guess if you squint.

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“[name], you’re here.” Yoshida perks up as you step onto the rooftop of your school, next to him is a boy with blonde hair. He’s tall, but not as tall as Yoshida.

You knew the plan, go on dates with that guy so Yoshida will keep dating you! It felt wrong and you didn’t know why Yoshida wanted you to, but you loved him. You wouldn’t do anything to make him turn away from you, Yoshida knew that.

“This is Denji, he can take anything you say to him.” Yoshida says again as you walk closer to the blonde guy.

“Hi Denji! My name is [name], nice to meet you” You smile up at him, he was cute. You could do this.

“Hey [name], uhh…” Denji looked down at you, his eyes shifted up and down.

“Yoshida’s said some nice things about you!” You lied, you know nothing about this kid, you didn’t even know his name until now! “Let’s get to know each other, yeah?” You held out your hand for him to shake. He takes it quickly.

“Yeah! Let’s uhm, get to know each other!”

“So, would you want to go on a date?” You know it’s a sudden change, but one thing Yoshida told you was that ‘he’s desperate’.

“R-Really?!” Denji isn’t letting go of your hand.

“Yup, how about we go to… oh! There’s a festival happening soon! Why don’t we meet up here on Saturday?” You pull away slightly, as a result: he let goes. Saturday is in three days.

“Of course! A festival is good, Saturday is good too!” Denji is basically shouting now, he looks really desperate, cute.

“Alright then, I can’t wait.” You back away, the silence is unbearable. You have to say something, he’s staring at you, both of them are. “How about we eat lunch together, this period only just started and I haven’t eaten mine yet.”

“Uh yeah! There’s a few benches over there” Denji points out the obvious, you walk over with Denji and Yoshida both following.

You sit down, the bench is uncomfortable to say the least; furthermore, you ate your lunch in silence as Denji shoo’d Yoshida away.

“Denji, do you not have a lunch?” You speak up once Yoshida ‘leaves’, you know he’s not really gone.

“Uh, nope. I usually just eat before and after school.” Denji was laid back against the bench while you were sat straight up

“Why don’t you have some of mine? I’ve done that before too, and it sucked. Here.” You hover a chopstick full of food in front of his face. Denji takes it happily. He’s too easy…

-

Your back in class, Yoshida sat beside you this afternoon, nice! The classroom was empty, no one had returned from lunch yet, not even the teacher.

“How was Denji after I left?” Yoshida asks

“I know you didn’t leave, but it was… okay? I don’t know, he was staring a lot. It was kind of awkward.” You sigh and lay your head onto your desk while looking at him, he’s still so handsome…

“Just take care of him, date him, and then you can date me.” He lowers his head to your level, your face flushes.

“Y-yeah, alright.”

-

“Denji! The pretty boy is back again! And he’s with someone else this time!” Denji’s classmate yells, Denji quickly responds by getting out of his chair and rushing towards the door.

“Why is he here???” Denji complains as he locks eyes with Yoshida, you take a step back as you watch closely.

“What’s wrong with me being here? I’m only showing [name] where your class is, they were asking for you.” You were not.

“Yeah, hi Denji! Wanna walk me home?” You smile and wave, he waves back with his mouth opened

“Why would I walk you home?” Is this guy dense?

“Because I want to get to know you better! We don’t have any classes together, so this could be our only way…”

“Oh, alright then” Denji made his way next to you, most likely to get away from Yoshida. You look at him and he nods as your cue to leave.

You take Denji’s hand and pull him away, his feet stumble after yours. His hand was warm, not soft, but it was comfortable to hold. After some distance, you let go.

“Alright Denji, I’m gonna ask some questions! You don’t need to answer them truthfully, I just want to make conversation.” You say as you walk some more, you don’t look back, you can sense his presence behind you

“Mhm, okey”

“What’s your favorite color?” You cringe at your first question, what is this? Preschool??

“Hmm… Red- No, uh orange? Maybe blonde” You mentally sigh at his answer

“Now it’s your turn to ask something” You slow down and start walking beside him instead of in front of him

“Right. What do you think about Chainsaw man?”

“Chainsaw man?” You look into space for a bit. Chainsaw man? You hadn’t thought much about him, “Well I think he’s cool? He’s a hero or something, but he’s also a devil I think? Like a good fiend?”

“No, he’s like a mix of human and devil”

“What does that mean?”

“Like a fiend… but the human can control the devil…?”

“… I guess that makes sense? How do you know all about this anyway? Are you some-“

“Because I’m Chainsaw Man, duh!” Denji smirked with pride while pointing to himself with his thumb, what the hell?

“…Alright Chainsaw Boy, I guess you really are just some fanatic” You laugh at his gesture.

Soon later, he drops you off at your home. You wave goodbye, he seemed giddy. You hope he had a good time today because you sure as hell didn’t.

[Thursday]

You walk the school from home, you didn’t live that far.

Last night, you had a dream. It was horrible. Not that it was a nightmare, but today, you felt extra tired.

Yoshida skipped class today, he always does this. You long for the day when he can embrace you in his arms, for now though, all you get are small touches. You can’t tell if they even mean anything.

Class was boring; you wrote notes, the teacher doesn’t exactly like you, all your friends are busy doing their own thing. Therefore, you’re left all alone. Maybe trying to find Denji isn’t a bad thing after all.

The lunch bell rings as you hurry out to find him, maybe if you do, Yoshida might treat you to something nice. Will he though? He’s not even here to witness it play out.

You step into the classroom to find Denji on all fours with a girl on top of him. You mentally sigh and strut towards them, maybe they’re bullies? Maybe they aren’t. Why should you care? You squat down to Denji’s level to get his attention and he definitely caught it. You two were so close.

“Denji, why is this girl sitting on you?”

“Because she paid me to, duh” He laughed, his body was still in the same position.

“Mmm, alright then. I guess then we won’t be having lunch together, bye for now!” You show him a peace symbol while lifting yourself back up.

“H-huh?! Wait-“ You didn’t stay long enough to hear him finish his sentence, you made your way to the roof top. It’s usually empty and it still is. There’s a slight breeze, but even without the breeze it’s still cold. You hoped Denji would come after you, eating alone makes you feel like a loser.

You eat your lunch in silence, it’s actually quite comfortable.

“[name]! I knew I could find you here!” It was Denji, he did come after you! How cute.

“The girl isn’t sitting on you anymore? Congrats.” You joke, he sat next to you, warmth was radiating from his body.

“No- it’s just that, she paid me so it’s the right thing to do!” There’s a pause after that, what could you do so that he’d stop letting people sit on him? You slowly think to yourself while you hand Denji a few bites of food.

“Hey Denji”

“Mph, Yeah?” His mouth is full of food, your timing was awful on that one.

“Do you really wanna go on a date with me?”

“Hell yeah! I do!” He looked at you as he gulped, he came pushing closer, he was still so warm even after being out here in the cold with you.

“Hold your horses, if you want to go so bad, then you’re gonna have to stop letting people sit on you”

“What?! Even if they offer me money??”

“… If the price is right, then go on ahead. How much was that girl paying you?”

“Five yen.”

“Five yen?? You’re letting go of your dignity for five yen??” You look at him with concern and sigh again, you take your hand and reach for his shoulders, “Listen, I’ll give you… twenty five yen to stop letting people sit on you until you raise your price.”

“Nice, alright!” Denji’s hands grabbed your forearms gently, he’s not that bad.

“Alright then, this Saturday at 6 PM, let’s go to the festival.”

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“How was your lunch? I saw you with Denji, good job.” Yoshida says as he watches you enter the classroom

“You’re here now? Why’d you skip?” You ask as you furrow your brows, shifting your head to face the taller man.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.” He smiles at you, your heart flutters for a second.

“I’ve been so good, I think. When am I gonna get my reward?” You ask quietly as you sit down next to him

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What?!— ugh. Fine.”

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You didn’t walk home with Denji today, he was disappointed, but you explained that you had clubs you needed to go to. You patted his back sympathetically as he whined.

Devil Hunting Club, what a pain. You wandered around school with two strangers ‘in search of devils’. You never found anything. Worst part about it was that Yoshida ditched today’s club meeting too, you’re alone yet again.

[Friday]

Denji showed up in front of your apartment complex today! Weird.

“Good morning, [name]” He waved at you with a bright smile, his sharp teeth showing.

“Denji, why are you here?” You looked confused, your eyebrows furrowing as you approached him slowly.

“I didn’t get to walk you home yesterday, so I decided to walk to school with you today” He had dark circles under his eyes, just how long was he waiting here for you?

“Th-thank you…” Your face reddens just a bit, but you brush it off quickly.

The walk was cold as usual, but today you had someone to stick close to, someone warm. You hook arms with him at some point, you don’t remember when. Maybe this won’t be as hard as you thought it would’ve.

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“This is my class Denji, thanks for walking with me~” You wave a goodbye before turning down onto your chair. He waved back before rushing away. He couldn’t get far though, Yoshida was already in front of him.

“Hello Denji” Yoshida greeted him outside the door.

“Ew, leave me alone!” Denji grunted as he continued to rush past

Yoshida watched Denji while he was walking over to you, “Good morning, [name].”

“Morning, Yoshida! You’re actually at school today.” You laugh as he sits where he usually does, right next to you.

“Denji appeared in front of our class room, what happened?”

“He walked me to school today, isn’t that sweet? I think I’m doing a great job.”

“It looks like you are.” His voice was mellow, his usual demeanor shifting to one of gratitude.

“Since I am, why don’t you treat me to something tomorrow? It’s Friday, so we can spend time together outside of school!”

“…I’ll think about it.” His demeanor changed just as quickly yet again, shifting himself to face the board in the front of the class as you mentally punched yourself, we’re you pushing too hard? That’s probably why he’s acting like this.

“C’mon! I’m gonna need an answer at some point- or… or I’ll stop working for you or whatever.” You pout, you wanted this. You wanted this really badly.

“Fine, I’ll go to your home. We can do whatever you want.” Yoshida smiled gently, it seemed fake, but you’ll take it.

“Finally! It won’t suck, I’ll make sure it won’t!” Your eyes glimmer with excitement as you smile quickly before reverting back to your normal calm-and-collected self.

-

Yet again, Denji showed up in front of you. Yoshida waved at Denji and was promptly ignored.

“Why don’t we stay here today? Whenever we go to the roof it’s too cold for you” Denji suggests, he was thinking of you, that’s so nice!

“I didn’t know you were paying so much attention to me, of course.” Denji sat at the seat in front of you and quickly turned it around to face you.

“Go away Yoshida!” Denji stuck his tongue out at him while Yoshida watched, he seemed a little annoyed.

“Why should I? This is my classroom too.” Yoshida smirked while looking at Denji, not you, but you decide to take Denji’s side for fun.

“Yeah you should leave!” You joke, knowing fully well he wouldn’t actually leave. Even if he left physically, he would hear everything, he always does.

“So the festival… since you remember where I live so well, why don’t you pick me up at my apartment at 6?”

“Hell yeah!” Denji shot up from his seat, followed by a bunch of eyes facing him as he quickly sat back down, sweating.

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The day went by fast. Nothing really happened, you didn’t really talk at all. Too busy trapped inside your head.

“[name], are we gonna hang out today?” Yoshida asked as he tapped you on your shoulder.

“Huh? Oh yeah! You can come to my house, unless you want to go to a café instead?” You were giddy, you were waiting for this moment for days. You already had everything planned in your house. Watch movies, eat snacks… actually, you didn’t plan at all.

“Your home? Sure, I don’t need to be spending more money than I already have.” Yoshida sighed, he was being blunt. He doesn’t really want to spend time with you. It’s crystal clear, but you looked past it. You were wrapped around his pinky finger since day one. You wouldn’t let this opportunity go so soon.

“Okay!” You get up from your desk and hop out the classroom with Yoshida right behind you. “My parents work away from home so they won’t be here… so, you can make yourself at home!”

The walk was silent, a comfortable silence though, right? It’s normal for people to walk quietly together once they’ve gotten close! You two are definitely at that level already… probably?

“Here it is” You unlock the door and let Yoshida inside. The apartment is large. Larger than the average apartment in Tokyo, not considered fancy, but big enough for two separate bedrooms with different sizes and a ‘living room’. It was barely touched, whenever you were home you were stuffed up in your room, “I don’t actually have anything for us to watch, but we could just watch TV, they usually have a movie on at some point.”

Yoshida left his book bag on your sofa, it looked light. A lot lighter compared to yours. He never responded to you. You sweat before turning on the TV switching it to a channel to one that was playing some sort of show.

“Do you want anything to eat? I usually eat after school anyway, you should too.” You suggest, Yoshida grumbles for a second before putting on a smile and agrees. His smile, it’s… concerning. You grab something from the fridge, you didn’t really care to check, his eyes were on you and you didn’t want to keep him waiting.

Sitting next to him and placing the bowl in front of you, you slowly lean into him, he doesn’t move. Success!! He’s cold, it feels like he doesn’t have a heartbeat either. Weird.

“You don’t have any allergies, do you?” You ask as you look up at him, his eyes were already on you. You did move. You sweat but stay still.

“Not at all, it’s fine [name]. You don’t need to try so hard.” His voice is rough, you couldn’t help but scoot off of him. It wasn’t a lot, but he definitely felt it. Did he not want to be here? I mean, it was still a part of the deal, but maybe he doesn’t like you.

“Try so hard..?” You stutter a bit on your words as you rest your head onto the couch, “I-I’m not trying hard to do anything…”

“Liar.” Yoshida chuckled softly, maybe he did like you! Maybe you were just reading it wrong. You know Yoshida though, maybe he’s just putting on an act. You wouldn’t be that surprised… but this felt nice.

“Fine! Maybe I am trying hard. Can you blame me? You aren’t really doing anything with me. This is supposed to be a date, right? So treat it like one!!” You murmured, it was loud enough for him to hear, obviously.

“Right. A date.” Yoshida looked away from you for a split second. Another one passes and he’s above you, he’s fast, really fast. You couldn’t even tell that he moved in front of you.

You turn red, I mean, what other reaction would you have? He’s only a few inches away from you, four at most, he creeps closer and closer. You don’t move. What’s he going to do? It’s exciting.

“Y-Yoshida..?” He’s still close, right above you. His hand is behind your head, fingers barely grazing your hair. He shushes you, your breathing hitches.

Your lips touch. He’s kissing you. You can taste him. The kiss wasn’t long, he was quite literally on top of you. You were cornered onto the edge of the couch, the only thing holding you up with the couch’s arm.

“Is this better for you? ‘Date’ enough?” His voice was in a whisper, his eyes were void of any emotion but his blush betrayed him.

“Yes” You break the eye contract and stare off behind him before speaking again, “Can we do it again?”

“Honestly, [name]. It’s already hard enough to keep myself from you.” Yoshida smiles at you, it felt real, he leant down closer to you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down slowly onto you.

“Well you’re doing a hell of a good job…” You murmur as your hands play with his soft dark hair

“Do you want me to stop doing that?” Yoshida asks, his voice soft and shallow, but you could tell he was asking in a sincere way.

“Stop keeping yourself from me? …I don’t know.” You ponder quietly as your hands stop and lay softly on his back.

[Saturday]

Last night was really nice. It felt amazing to finally be in his arms, but he said something while he was on top of you.

‘I thought about it a lot [name], and I think you should stop the whole dating Denji thing now.’

It only started three days ago, why stop? Did something change already? Does Yoshida actually like you? You told him that you still promised Denji a date today. He was ok with that.

Yoshida left your apartment a little bit after you fell asleep. Yoshida is confusing. His sudden change in emotion towards you was lovely but strange at the same time.

You wake up alone on the couch. He didn’t even decide to put a blanket on you, or he did, it was just laying on the floor next to you. The time was 10 AM. You groaned to yourself as you walked to the kitchen for something to eat.

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The kimono you wore was pretty. It was a pain to get on by yourself, almost impossible, but you found a way. It wasn’t exactly tight, but it wasn’t exactly flexible either.

The time was 5:47, you looked outside your window, Denji was already there. He looks like he’s been standing there for a while. He catches your eye and waves, you back up and close your window after you wave back shouting ‘I’ll be down in a bit!’

Denji waiting for you this long made you happy. Really happy. You rushed down the stairs with a small bag full with yen to properly greet him, “Hi Denji, you’re awfully early” You smile, he smiles back.

“Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about the whole date thing… and it’s better to be early than be late, right? That’s what Ak-“ Denji looked you up and down before looking away, “I’ve never seen uh, what you’re wearing before. What’s it called?”

“A kimono, usually I’d wear a yukata, but it’s been cold these days.” You take Denji’s hand, “And as expected, your hands aren’t cold at all. The festival isn’t that far, it’s right over that way!” You tug on his hand and he follows next to you, his hand was kind of sweaty. “I’m surprised you didn’t know what a kimono was, I guess these things really are going out of style”

“Is it? I think it looks good on you.” You look at him, your face turns red, he said it so nonchalantly! Does he do this with everyone— no way. Yoshida said he was desperate, so he’s definitely never talked to anyone else before.

“Thanks Denji, I think you look good too” You said sweetly, he wasn’t wearing anything special, but it’s not like he looked bad or anything.

“Really?! I knew my fashion sense wasn’t bad!” He smiled, he smiled at you. Well, it was more about what you said, but it made your heart flutter again.

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The festival was fun! You wouldn’t change anything about it. The food was amazing, even if you had to pay for most of it, there was scenic music playing, and Denji was really good at playing a bunch of the games. You hadn’t noticed until now, but you were holding Denji’s hand, pulling him to wherever you wanted to go.

“Ah- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to pull so hard on you” You apologize as you let go of his hand.

“What? It’s not a problem at all!” Denji’s face was red, was it because of the heat or was it because of you? “No… I liked your hand. Could you hold mine again?”

“Oh, sure!” You took Denji’s hand again.

That’s when you saw it. Not only the people rushing fast to get past the two of you, but you saw a… a devil?

It was large. Almost as tall as two of the food stands combined, you stood there in shock as people almost ran on top of you. Quickly coming back to your senses, you pull Denji away from the devil as fast as you could.

He wouldn’t budge after he made eye contact with the devil though. Was it a power it had or was it something else? You didn’t know or care.

“Denji?! Hurry up and move, we have to go! Now!” You shouted, you were still holding his hand. You soften your eyes and murmur a ‘sorry’ before letting go and leaving him.

A few seconds later you heard the noises of a chainsaw. ‘So he’s here to save the day again.’ You sigh in relief, then maybe Denji will have a chance to survive this disaster. You turn you head to look back, Denji isn’t visible to you, but Chainsaw Man is. He’s wearing the same things that Denji was. Strange. You decide not to think about it as you continue to make your way out of the situation.

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Yours truly, 💟

[saeun]

sleep huggers analysis very multi-charactered.

sum. how they sleep basically !

kaveh, denji, ran & megumi

throws on leg over you and wraps an arm on top of you. you're not going ANYWHERE once he has you trapped & wrapped.

sometimes his hand finds itself on your face and you wake up in a panic bc you couldn't breathe but turns out it was just your loving boyfriend suffocating the fuck out of you (lovingly)

likes to play it cool and all dominant talking about being the "big spoon" but ends up face nuzzled in your chest with a smile on his face

scaramouche, aki & rindou

doesn't really fall asleep hugging you but finds himself unconciously dragging you on top of him as if you're a teddy bear.

wakes up confused and is seconds away from pushing whatever is on him but realizes that it's you.

he wakes up randomly in the middle of the night and if you're not on him, he rolls over and pulls you in his arms.

childe, yoshida, sanzu & yuuji

oh you are 100% NOT going anywhere. you can't even turn.

yeah this man sleeps like he's on a MISSION to protect you. what is he dreaming about for him to squeeze you like you're a sponge??

whenever you complain to him he's all like "okay i'm sorry babe. it won't happen again." and then the next night he does the same thing.

acts as if you found another man and left him as a single father when you won't snuggle into his arms.

"what do you mean you're not gonna sleep in my embrace tonight?"

[mncxbe]

WAKING UP NEXT TO...

Denji. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

is feeling the warm rays of sunshine seeping through the half closed blinds of his bedroom window. Denji's laying on his back, his features melted into a mask of pure content as he snores lightly. the traffic outside doesn't seem to bother him, nor does the light falling right on his face.

still, his fingers sometimes twitch as he holds your hand, a sign he's about to wake up soon. he looks so soft and pretty, completely relaxed among warm sheets and your hastly discarded clothes from last night. slowly rolling to your side as not to wake him, you place your hand on his bare chest.

the cord feels warm against your palm and you twirl it around your fingers as you did so many morning before, waiting for him to wake up. relishing his warmth and closeness.

but nothing compares to the moment when he slowly opens his eyes. his gaze falls on you and you're met with the biggest smile in the world. there's a flash of surprise in his golden-brown eyes before his gaze softens again; it's like he realizes you're actually his every morning he wakes up.

"hey, you" he mumbles sleepily, gently rubbing your shoulder and you smile, propping yourself up on your elbow as you peer down at him. "hey. how'd you sleep"

Denji groans, though it sounds more like a whine and shakes his head "'m never staying up so late" you giggle at his words, unconsciously leaning closer to him. the tips of your hair tickle the sensitive skin of his collarbones and he smiles warmly "guess it's my fault for keeping you up so late"

he hums, nodding in agreement as he closes his eyes but you gently shake him awake, your lips pursing into a pout "we gotta go to work soon, baby" Denji lets out another groan, attempting to steal the blanket and turn to the other side but you manage to hook a finger around the cord in his chest. your boyfriend's eyes shoot open when you give the cord a gentle tug and he yelps, slapping your hand away.

"god, woman, you crazy? stop playing around with that you could get hurt."

despite his words, there's no real threat in his voice, but his grip on your wrist doesn't falter. you giggle, pushing yourself up onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. only when your lips meet his does Denji let go of your arm, his hand moving into your tousled hair as he deepens the kiss.

when you pull away you can tell he's wide awake. ruffling his hair, you slowly slide out of bed "come on, get dressed up. i'll make us something to eat" his features visibly relax when you mention the food and he sighs contently. "sounds good, pretty. i'll make the coffee"

Yoshida 𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ

is waking up with his strong arm draped over your ribcage, his hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. it's comforting, safe and you allow yourself to indulge in his warm embrace for a moment before taking your phone from the nightstand to check the time. he's a light sleeper, so he stirs when you move, groaning lightly as he sees you answering some texts.

"what did i say about staying on your phone first thing in the morning?" he mumbles sleepily, languidly reaching for your phone. his fingertips trace down your arm, making goosebumps raise on your skin before he takes the device from your hands and throws it on the other side of the bed.

your pouts and whines fall on deaf ears as he wraps an arm around your waist, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. "Hiro, I was answering an important message"

"your friend and her boy talk can wait" he mumbles, placing slow kisses along the nape of your neck "however, i can't. the sun's not even up, i want my girl to stay with me"

you'd complain, but his deep morning voice has you under a spell. you turn to face him, taking in the view of his pretty face; he truly looks handsome in the soft blue light before sunrise. a hum rumbles in his throat when you toy with his piercings, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "what?" he asks, giving your hip a light squeeze and he can see you shaking your head through half lidded eyes.

"you look handsome when you're sleepy" you blurt out, causing him to chuckle lightly. "nah, you're the beautiful one, pretty girl."

he plays with your hair, letting the silky strands slip between his digits before tucking them behind your ear and closing his eyes. fair enough, you still had at least forty minutes of cuddles and sleep. pulling the duvet over your shoulder, you nuzzle yourself against his chest. Yoshida's scent soothes your soul and you swear you can make out an undertone of your perfume on his skin. you were pretty sure you smelled like him too after spending the whole night in his arms.

[ryndicate]

Double Down ⨳ Yoshida, Denji

“Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

warnings: fem body/pronouns, nudes posted without permission, drug use, exhibition, creampie, videos taken with permission, stepcest, infidelity, masturbation, handjob, some spit mentions, premature ejac, implied fuckery, implied theft, if there's more i am just too wacked out to see it so lemme know!

event: @bastardblvd 's slimeball alley collab !! my first submission of who knows how many to come, im gonna try to not go crazy with it, promise

notes: didn't realize until it was done that I could've made it much more slimy but its okay. We'll get 'em next time babes 😩 this idea is expanding on a little blurb I put in cassie's inbox once, i included it in the fic itself with some itty bitty changes

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Your fist slams on the bathroom door. “I swear to god, Denji! Where the fuck did you get those! Delete them now!”

“I already told you, Power found them online!” Your stepbrother yells back through the door, keeping his weight against the handle so that you can’t force your way in.

“You’re full of shit you fucking perv! You took them off my phone or something.”

“Wanna fucking bet? The real perv is that prettyboy bastard you call baby,” Denji sneers back, yelping as you get a good shove in on the creaking wood.

Your efforts to break the bathroom door pause. “The hell’re you talking about?”

“I told you he was trouble the day you two met. What—you think I was lying?”

You growl under your breath at the barenecked taunt in Denji’s voice. Yeah he told you, one time before he got high out of his mind. The only reason you even met Yoshida Hirofumi was because he hooked your stepbrother up a couple times, and you begged to tag along once. That situation ended with your brother counting stars on his buddy’s ceiling while you saw them on the backs of your eyelids with the guy’s lips wrapped around your clit. 

One thing led to another, and that “prettyboy bastard” became your boyfriend. He’s a bit of an ass, but Yoshida’s also sweet and funny, doesn’t roll his eyes at your music choices, doesn’t bat an eye when you want to go out with your friends, and is full of sexy, smirky sass that makes him so fun to be around. Sure, you sent him some photos, but he wouldn’t have put them out anywhere.

Your anger deflates, but your indignance does not. You step away from the bathroom door. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”

Denji throws the door open with a toothy grin, repeating himself. “You wanna bet?”

“You know what, yeah!” you snap at him, crossing your arms as he leans in the doorway, still looking smug. 

“Your boyfriend put your pics up on OnlyFans, and he’s using the money to pay for his xanny. If I’m right, you two gotta upload a video. Together,” Denji states, his eyebrows furrowed in twisted delight that makes you sneer at him.

“You’re disgusting!”

“Yeah? Tell me what you get if you win.”

Caught up in his childish bullshit, you push at his shoulder. “You gotta start an OnlyFans if you’re wrong, which you are. And you gotta wear lingerie.”

His smirk full drops at that, and he glares at you, cheeks darkerning. “Now who’s a perv.”

“This whole shit was your idea!”

“Lingerie?”

“How is wearing lingerie worse than telling your stepsister to fuck and post a video about it?!”

“Shut up!”

“And since we’re on the topic, I swear to god if you don’t stop taking my shit out of the laundry I’m gonna tell that redheaded lady at the DMV that she’s at the very top of your fap list.”

His blush deepens and he palms your face backwards in a light push. “The fuck she is. Shut up.”

“Yeah well, me and the thin fucking walls in this apartment would have to disagree.”

“Go find your boyfriend.”

“‘M gonna.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck him,” you hiss in barely supressed rage, gripping your boyfriend’s phone so tight you’re disappointed when it doesn’t crack. 

You’d waited for his high to hit him and let him drift off before going through his phone—what’s the point of asking him outright if it’s not true, right? No reason to stir the pot. But your stomach had dropped with unease when the account site was in his search history; you tried to brush it off as maybe he gets off to a set of camgirls, but the moment you saw the login info presaved—as in frequent entry—you began to forget the bet altogether.

Now your jaw is clenched, seething as you scroll through every racy picture you ever sent him. Each have thousands of views, hundreds of comments and jeez—so many subscribers. The heat of betrayal simmers through you. Your jaw drops at the total that’s set to drop into his account at the end of the week and resist the urge to slap Yoshida awake, but instead you set about trying to change the banking and login info, only to get halted by an infowall. Frustrated, you slip off the bed and call your stepbrother, edging into Yoshida’s bathroom so you don’t wake him up.

“You were right, and you fucking knew it, didn’t you? You set me up.” you hiss into the device as soon as he picks up with a mumbled ‘sup. You can hear voices and music in the background, paired with light explosions. You assume he’s out with his friends, probably gaming like usual. 

“You didn’t have to agree. Wait—” there’s the sound of the phone moving around and suddenly the music is gone. “Does that mean you’re gonna do it?”

“That’s besides the point, Denji!”

“Oh fuck, you are!”

“Chill your boner,” you snap, “‘m not gonna do it unless you help me!”

“Help you? What, like you want me to hold the camera or something?”

“Denji, I swear to god—”

“I’m kidding, jeez.”

“I can’t change the account info. They’re my pictures, and they’re already out there! He shouldn’t get to make money off of me.”

“Wait, so you want to keep the account?” He asks curiously. You hear a door slamming and wonder if he’s still moving, or if his friends are.

“Dude, we’ll have rent and anything else covered for the whole month with a single week’s drop from this thing. I don’t see a reason not to. I can quit Mcdonald’s!”

“Shit, for real? Lemme talk to Denki, ‘m pretty sure he knows a guy.”

“Thank you,” you coo into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, just make sure you pay up.” You can hear his pervy smile, and you grumble a sulky fine at him.

“Ok. But he’s gotta do it soon. It pays out in a couple of days.”

“I’ll give him some cash to see if he can do it tonight. Don’t see why he’d say no—" Denji sounds a lot further away from the phone now, "—Oi! Don't bro! Give it back."

A familiar voice purrs into the receiver and you roll your eyes. "Heyyy, princess. You with that Yoshida guy still or are we allowed to hang now?"

"Byeee, Kiri. Tell Kat hi f'me." You hang up with a smile and leave the bathroom, glaring at your supposed boyfriend still sleeping. You never heard him say he was working and you always kinda wondered where he was getting his cash, but you always just thought he was dealing or something. Not the kind of think you ask about. You obviously should’ve asked.

You crawl into his lap and begin sucking on his exposed throat, admiring the sharp lines, the bob of his adam’s apple as thick lashes flutter open. 

“Mmm,” Yoshida moans. “Damn, was I out long?”

“Nah,” you hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, smoothing over his waistline. “Got bored without you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins up at you, dark eyes fuzzed out and sultry, and his hands come up to settle on your hips, easing you into a slow grind. “Wanna do something?”

“Mm. Maybe,” you tease softly, pushing his shirt up his chest and leaning down to wrap your lips around his nipples. He groans at the warm, slick suction, arching into your touch. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, his cock swelling beneath you. 

“Maybe I wanna do something…different.”

Yoshida grins up at you, half-lidded. “Yeah? Like what?”

Your nails make pink lines down his chest as you lean in to whisper in his ear. “What if you fucked me, and we let some people watch?”

His fingers dig into the fat of your waist, his dick thumping beneath you. “Anyone I know?”

Yoshida’s pupils have overtaken his coal irises, and you give him an inviting smile. “No one specific. I was thinking more like…a video or something. I wanna be able to see it later.”

“Holy fuck, baby. That’s sexy,” Yoshida grins up at you. “Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

“Me either,” you breath softly, rocking yourself over his covered erection.

You’re left to yelp as he displaces you from your seat on his lap and pulls you out of the bed by your wrist with a wide smirk. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanna pick something up at the Malmart first.”

“Fine, I guess,” you pout at him and his smirk only grows.

“‘S okay, baby. I’ll give you something too.”

“This is not what I meant when I said video, Hirofumi!” you gasp out. Your fingers are splayed out on the hood of his car as you try to stay upright. “Someone could actually see us!”

"If you don't wanna be seen, you gotta cum. Cause I'm not stopping til you cum."

"Fuck, fuck please, just hurry up!" You plead, half your words caught between whines and whimpers as he pounds into you from behind, your skirt flipped over your back.

"You think I'm not fucking you like I mean it?" There's so much smile in his voice that you want to call him on his bullshit for once, but the solid smacking of his hips into yours, the head of his dick pressing as deep as it can go with every thrust quickly makes you forget what you're snapping at him for.

"Just‐just, fucking make cum– ‘fumi!" You're desperately telling yourself you don't want to be seen. It's the middle of the night, so even here, parked under the one of the many lightposts that don’t work in grimetown's 24-hour walmart parking lot, the risk of anyone seeing is slim.

But not zero. Especially with the light from his phone camera shining down on your exposed lower half. You’re like a slutty beacon for whoever might be looking this way.

"I'm working on it baby, you gotta relax." His fingers slide around your waist, brushing past your clit and forcing a frustrated whimper past your lips at the neglect, to drag them through the slick dripping obscenely from your pussy lips. It's dripping to the rusted black hood, making it glisten. He aims the camera down at them before moving it back to the way your pussy clings to his cock. "You're so fucking wet for this, you'd think the whole thing was your idea. Well, most of it was."

You don't answer him, trying to work yourself back on him, chasing that fluttering heat twisting itself tighter and tigher with each passing second.

"Good girl, look at you. Fuck, look how bad you want—"

"Oi! Get the fuck out of here before I—"

Your whole body locks up at the tired but authoritative voice that rings across the lot.

Your boyfriend calls back. "C'mon man, have a heart. Let me finish her off and I'll give you a look." Except his last syllable staggers off with a groan, broken with a laugh as his grip on your hips tightens to a bruising pressure. The vice grip of your cunt has him looking down to sees your juices gush around the girth of his cock, dripping down your thighs to dirty the hood of his car even more. The sight pushes pushes him over and he calls out again, his voice tight but smug.

"Nevermind, we're done here."

He gets one last shot of his cum dripping out of you before closing out the livefeed.

“It’s like four in the morning,” Denji grumbles, rubbing one of his eyes as he cracks his bedroom open further at the sight of you. “Thought you were Power or somethin’, jeez.”

Denji blinks the blur from his eyes, zeroing in on your screen, and you just about hear his pupils expanding. He pulls a shaky inhale and you roll your eyes.

“Done. Bet over, and here’s your damn proof,” you grumble right back, slamming your phone against his chest and shoving your way into his bedroom to flop down into his bed. It had taken over an hour to convince Yoshida back to his place and get him to fool around enough for him to pass out and you to sneak back home.

"Also Kiri wants you to call him back. He's mad you hung up on him."

A small grin curls your lips but you don't respond, wiggling deeper into his mattress until you're comfortable.

He throws himself down in the bed next to you. “Turn on my speakers.” 

“Or you could just wear headphones, you freak.”

“Nah. Turn ‘em on.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you stretch out to reach up to his desk, turning on the bluetooth speakers that he usually uses to be a nuisance when he’s smoking. “If your dad was home, I’d kill you for this.”

“You’re not even breaking up with him, are you?” Denji chortles, ignoring your bickering. His eyes are glued to the screen as he shoves a hand into his loosened shorts. “What the fuck, you guys were outside?”

You shrug. The video’s only been up for a couple hours and it already has triple the views and donations of all the photos Yoshida has put up so far. “Looks like he’s gonna be making me lots of money, so why not? It’s the least he could do to pay me back.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t answer you, his breathing getting heavier. You close your eyes and sigh as the sounds wet sounds and your own whiny moaning starts bouncing off the walls of his room, wondering to yourself if you really sound like that or if part of you was exaggerating because of the camera. The mattress creaks every now and then as his hips jump, his arm brushing your side as he grinds into his own fist. 

You roll to face him, taking in the sound of his stuttered breaths, the muted slick sound of his fist pumping in his shorts. “So what about this gets you so riled up?”

Denji groans, stomach rippling where his shirt is pulled up around his midsection. “I’nno, it’s hot, isn’t it?”

You keep prodding, “What is? Yoshida? Or me?”

He gives a small whine that has your pulse picking up in sick interest, so you continue. “Was Power really the one to find it? Or…you were subbed to the account, weren’t you Denji?”

“Mm- maybe?”

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, listening to your own voice begging to cum, shifting your weight onto your arm so you can look at him. A strange curiosity has taken over your body. He looks wrecked but his eyes are still on the screen. “Denji, look at me.”

Your body tingles as his eyes tear towards you, but he’s still got a hand around himself, hidden from your eyes. “Can I touch it?”

“You wanna what?” he moans, just barely, teeth digging into his lip.

“Can I jerk you off?”

You’re a little surprised when he actually hesitates. You’ve tolerated it all this time; as much as he pervs out on you, and your stuff, yet somehow he’s got a little crumb of morality left in there somewhere. And right now…you wanna kill it.

“My panties, my pictures…is this really any different?” you ask softly, sweetly, as you run with this electric current, placing your hand over his covered groin. You grin as his hand immediately goes slack at your touch and slips out of his shorts, and you get to feel for the first time how hard he is, rubbing over the smooth fabric, feeling out the shape of him.

“I mean…I guess not.” He sucks in a breath as you grip him over his shorts and give a couple experimental strokes. “B-but what about—?”

Denji’s head drops back to the pillows with a groan, phone in a death grip as you tug his waistband down, his dick slapping free. It’s pretty and slender, flushed deep red.

“What about what?”

“What about prettyboy, huh?” He finally gets it out as you spit in your hand and take him up again, stroking him steadily from base to tip, squeezing at the top with a gentle twist of your wrist. Yoshida always seemed to like it, seems like he does too. 

“That’s what you’re worried about? Not the whole stepsister thing?” You shrug. You’re still stung about Yoshida’s betrayal, so this feels like a little bit of retribution. A little bit. You still need to find more ways to make him pay first, but this is a good start. “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, but ‘s not like you and me are dating, Denji. It’s a handjob. What’re you gonna do, marry me?”

Denji splutters and his dick throbs in your hand. “Don- Don’t say stupid shit!”

You coo at him and his lips part, panting hard as you work him faster. 

“What– haa, what if it wasn’t just a handjob? What then?” Denji gives a low moan as you settle over his lower thighs so you can gently cup his balls. They seem to tighten under your touch, before he relaxes and he tries to look at you. 

“What, like my mouth or something?” you ask playfully, leaning over and showing him your tongue, letting a strand of spit drip down to his dick.

A litany of curses tumblr from his mouth as Denji squeezes his eyes shut, fingers twisting into the pillow beneath his head as his cock jerks and shoots a load of hot sticky white into your palm, getting smeared down his throbbing shaft as you slowly work him through his high until only a couple dribbles get pressed out by a final pass of your thumb over his slit.

“Wasn’t expecting you to finish already.” You wipe your hand off on his comforter and try to ignore the throbbing in your panties. You feel like you can still imagine the slick from earlier tonight seeping out of you, but it’s as if it’s no longer enough.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he calms his breathing enough to raise himself up on his forearms. He watches you as you take your phone and flop down next to him. “I didn’t even get to see the rest of the video.”

“It’s online now, freak. You can watch it whenever.”

“Yeah...” 

You’re too busy trying to go through the account settings to notice the way he’s eyeing up your thighs; he hasn’t even put his dick away yet. 

“Hey,” he mutters softly, ignoring your glare when he puts a hand on your thighs and pulls them open. “If you can touch me, does that mean I get to touch you?”

Your pulse jumps and you try to keep your true thoughts hidden as you hide back behind your phone. “I guess that’s fair. If you wanted to.”

You can hear the click of Denji’s throat as he swallows, and you can’t stop the low whimper as his calloused fingers brush your inner thigh, right at the edge of your panties. 

They’re warm as they brush over the seat of your panties, timid but curious as they explore the surface, stroking over the tempting warmth and wet seeping through the thin fabric. A bolt of pleasure bursts and has your gut clenching as he swirls over your clothed clit

“H-hey, wait,” you say suddenly, nerves getting the better of you as you try to make sense of Denji taking control of your body. “It got switch but this isn’t my banking info. Is it yours?” You flip the screen towards him, and his brown eyes squint in the pale blue light.

“Uh, nah, that’s not mine.”

You mewl as he pulls your panties to the side and traces a finger through your folds, delicate, hungry. “Who did you say– mm, h-hacked the account for me?”

“I told you. M’friend Denki, his buddy did it. That purple-haired guy who works at the smoke shop.”

“The one wi—” you suck in a breath as he sinks his index finger into you. “With the tattoos?”

“Yeah him,” Denji mumbles, hardly paying attention to your words. He’s grinding against the bed as he pushes his middle in alongside it, imagining the tight squeeze around his dick instead.

Your groan is part pleasure, part dismay as you realize just who he’s talking about. “Oh fuck me.”

Denji bullies his way between your thighs in an instant.

“N-no, Den– that’s not what I meant!”

[fuutakaijyama]

CSM CAM — DRABBLE feat ; aki, denji, yoshida

randomized scenarios about some of the csm boys !!!

includes : drabble, fluff, other miscellaneous things, mentions of boobs in denji's

alo's notes : lolololllll im back in my csm phase so here's some thoughts i had abt them as bfs

DENJI ; who'll always sit next to you and rub your knees and thighs while muttering words of praise in your ears

YOSHIDA ; who'll give you a different bouquet of flowers every week on a monday (knowing its your least favorite day of the week) with a small card

AKI ; who carries gum with him so you don't have to smell his pungent cigarette breath after he smokes

YOSHIDA ; who will rest his head in your lap no matter where you are when he's tired, expecting you to play with his hair

DENJI ; who'll poke at your boobs and stomach simply because he's bored or because he just wanrs your attention, wanting to feel your skin from under your shirt.

AKI ; who lets you play with his hair, braiding it and twirling it between your fingers as he moans softly in delight

[serapphiim]

how good i think csm characters would be at eating someone out...

[lehguru]

CALLING THEM MY LOVE + CHAINSAW MEN

characters: denji, aki, kishibe, angel, yoshida

warnings: reader is afab in kishibe's but gender neutral in everyone else's, slightly suggestive in kishibe's (between this and quanxi's also being suggestive, you can see my pattern); not proofread + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

denji immediately gives you his wet dog expression when you call him with any pet name. "my love, can you get something for me from the convenience store?", you ask him, cupping his cheeks with your hands in the way you know he loves. his mouth fell open a little and he looked at you with sleepy eyes, his face heating up softly. 'huh?' he murmured, making you chuckle and peck his lips.

aki doesn't mind pet names that much. of course, he loves to hear the softness in your voice as you call out for him, but pet names were never a big deal for him. however, "you really are the love of my life" was the phrase that made him freeze. his breath caught in his throat and he didn't turn to look at you, even after your arms wrapped around his waist. the smile that grew in his lips made him a little shy; you really were the only person that could make him feel that way.

"aren't you drinking too much today, my love?" you ask kishibe, looking with obvious concern to the silver flask he pulled from his coat. before he could take a sip, one of his eyebrows raised and his eyes turned to you. he pulled you by the hips, until your body was pressed against his. 'what did ya say, baby?' his face inched closer to yours. 'are you worried about me?' he left a soft peck on your lips and squeezed your ass softly. secretly, he would adore that you're worried about him.

angel gives you the blankest expression you have ever seen in your life as soon as the pet name leaves your lips. usually, you call him 'angel' not only because it's his name, but also as a pet name; when you said 'i think i found a way to kiss you, my love' he really didn't know how to react. he just stared at you with his face as neutral as possible, even if his heart skipped a tiny beat. you pressed a handkerchief against his lips and kissed him over the cloth. after pulling back, you smiled and – looking away from you – he murmured: "that was something obvious. you should've thought of that earlier."

you and yoshida didn't exactly date. you two had a on and off relationship – not a toxic one, it was like that simply because you two never manage to find the right timing to be official – and yoshida didn't really call you by anything but your name. one day, you noticed he seemed kinda off. "what is bothering you, my love?" left your lips before ypu could even process your own phrase. he gave u sideways look and smirked softly, his hand immediately holding yours. 'don't worry about it, baby. 'm your love, hm?

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

[chainsaw-trash]

beat it upright

College!AU Chainsaw Man, second part to a previous fic (lose my heart on the burning sands), once again a bit of Denji x reader but mostly Yoshida. Pairing: Yoshida x reader (some Denji x reader implied) Word count: 2670 Warning: nsfw, voyeurism, public(ish) sex

The loud sound of drums rang muffled through the gray concrete walls of the storage room. It was trashy music - even by garage punk standards - but Denji still liked it. And judging by how busy the bar was today, and how fast the beer was flowing, he wasn’t the only one. There is, definitely, taste for everything.

Bobbing his head in time with the song, Denji wished he could be enjoying it on the other side. Alas, someone had to keep the alcohol going from the storage to the bar freezers, and that someone happened to be him. It wasn’t a bad gig, working at the Devilock. He was paid well enough for someone whose job was emptying boxes and cleaning floors - with the occasional serving beers. And he wasn’t treated like shit. 

Well, most of the time, it depended on Aki’s humor.

But he wasn’t about to complain of the occasional bad day, he’d had worse managers. Hell, Denji was in no way going to complain about the one job where he got benefits and the boss let him eat there for free. For a student in the first year of college, this was good enough. Honestly, he’d even had settled for less.

Setting the last empty crate to the side, Denji took count of how many were full before heading back out to the door. When he pulled it open, noise flooded the room, the bass heavy music not much louder than the crowd itself. The air outside made the storage seem cold by comparison, the AC units being overwhelmed by the sheer heat of all the bodies. Fuck, there really were a lot of people who liked trashy music.

Closing the door behind him, Denji whipped his head around, eyes still adjusting to the darkness as he tried to spot Aki. A task made worse both by the constantly moving about of the other bartenders and by the fucking topknot wearing full black in a dark room. Guy was almost a fucking shadow.

“Denji.”

Fuck. Denji felt a shiver climb through his body. Damn dude was a ghost, sneaking up on him like in a fucking horror movie. Get yourself together, Denji.

“Storage is at the half point,” Denji turned around, voice louder to talk over all the noise as he pointed to the yellow door behind him. “But I think it’s good for the next few hours at least.”

“Good,” Aki responded, his breath smelt like cigarettes, Denji was sure he’d just come back from a smoke break. “You can go mop the upstairs storage now, take account of the beer while you are there. Just so I know.”

Responding with a nod of his head, Denji moved from the bar, taking the stairs to the mezzanine. Surprisingly, it  wasn’t that full today, despite how many people were downstairs. Most people liked to be on the ground floor, near the stage, but he enjoyed being able to watch things from above. Moving away from the main area, Denji made his way to the darker corners of the mezzanine and to the staff only parts. Here, back out of the guest zones, the music felt far away. Still audible, but no longer strong enough to silence everything else. 

Picking up the mop along the way, he fast tracked to the storage as he fished for the key set in his pockets. When he approached, though, he saw the familiar yellow light peering into the hall. Shit, he’d left the fucking door open, hadn’t him? The last thing he needed was Aki going on another tirade about locking all the damn doors. The first two were annoying enough. The fears of hearing a third monologue were purged from his mind, however, when Denji heard movement coming from the door. Just his fucking luck.

God help him it wasn’t a rat, or he’d never hear the end of it.

Unfreezing himself from his spot - which he hadn’t even noticed he’d frozen into - Denji moved towards the door cautiously. If it was a rat, he’d need to catch and kill it, so he had to be sneaky. Resting his mop and bucket along the wall, he stopped by the open door, but out of sight. With a deep breath - and a silenced, internal groan - Denji peeked his head into the storage room, ready to come face to face with his new rodent nemesis.

Well, what he saw was definitely not a rat.

Ducking his head away from the door fast, Denji felt his back hit the wall with force as he stood in the hallway wide eyed. He could feel his heart rate racing up in a matter of seconds as his cheeks flushed a deep red. Fucking hell, yeah it was not a rat, but it wasn’t something he was expecting to see either. Gathering himself, he tried to take a peek again, with extra caution now.

Yep. It was you and Yoshida just going at it.

Denji swallowed hard, ducking his head away from the wall again. This was getting ridiculous, honestly. It hadn’t even been a full month since that goddamn night at the beach, and this was happening again. If there was a god above, he really had a sick sense of humor. That damn night had been haunting him in his every free moment for weeks. He’d just gotten back the ability to think of something other than your moaning and now, here he was, back at spot zero yet again.

Maybe, he’d have preferred the rat.

Your moans brought him back to the real word, mind reeling to the present as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He really didn’t need this kind of situation all again, but his body clearly didn’t care. Denji hears you whimper, a strangled sound that has a shudder running through his spine. He can feel his dick hardening in his pants, blood rushing to his face as he suddenly started feeling hot. 

Fuck, he really should just stop the two of you. He knew that, but he didn’t have the guts to do it. You moan again, and Denji curses under his breath, sweaty hands glued to the wall as he braces for what he is about to do. Slowly, he slides his head to the side, careful not to make any noise. When it touches the edge of the doorway, he turns, trying to sneakily catch a glimpse of the scene happening inside. 

From the corner of his eye he can see you, back turned to him, one sleeve from your dress slipping down your arm as you move up and down on Yoshida’s lap. Your skirt had ridden all the way up your hips, gathering at your waist and leaving your bare ass exposed. Denji could even see Yoshida’s cock entering you as you rode him like a fucking horse. However, he couldn’t really see much more of the guy. His torso and face were hidden by your body, all that was visible were his legs under you and his arms, hands sunk deep into your ass, gripping tight onto your flesh.

Before Denji could get caught, he returned to his spot, resting his head against the wall as he felt his cock throb under his clothes. With a ragged breath, he closed his eyes, but shutting them tight did nothing for his case. The sight of you bobbing up and down on Yoshida’s dick just wouldn’t fucking leave his mind. This was worse than the fucking beach incident, at least then he didn’t get to see shit. Now he was being taunted not only by the noises you made, but by the image that just refused to leave his head.

Shaky hands reached for the bulge in his pants as Denji swallowed dry. When his fingers made contact with his cock, he felt his whole body twitch. Shit, he was already so fucking hard and even more sensitive. He gripped his dick hard through his pants, tugging at it as he heard your moans once again, this time followed by a distinctive masculine growl. Denji had not even properly seen Yoshida, his torso and face being hidden by your body. He was thankful for that, less a chance that his spying would be spotted.

You whined and Denji was sure he could hear the wet sounds of your fucking. Although, he was pretty sure it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Tugging harder at his cock now, he bit back a moan, eyes rolling back at the sensation of the fabric rubbing against his sensitive erection. Shit, he knew he should put an end to this, but he really didn’t want to. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but a sick part of him clearly got off on the situation.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good,” Yoshida’s voice was raspy and low, a dark whisper that Denji wasn’t expecting but thrilled him all the more.

He could only imagine what your pussy would feel like. How wet you’d be around his cock. The fantasies making him tug harder at his erection as he heard you whimpering in response to Yoshida’s words. His mind wandering back to the images of you, how the tight dress hugged your curves as you moved, ass looking so soft under the warm light. What he wouldn’t give to have you.

Moving his head to the side again, Denji tried to take a peek once more. He was rewarded with the sight of your body bouncing on top of Yoshida’s legs as his hips started thrusting up, hands spreading your ass and pulling you down deeper. Shit, Denji could see your pussy spreading around his cock, wet lips glistening, even your asshole was exposed from his point of view. Fuck, he could feel his own dick twitch in his pants, fingers squeezing hard through the fabric as his eyes stayed glued to the image before he remembered to duck his head back behind cover.

Fuck, this was insane. Completely insane. Just the fact that it was happening a second time was insane enough. And that Denji was rolling with it yet again was downright sick. He was a sick fuck for this, he was sure, and by this point he was beyond denying it, a hand pulling his cock out of his pants and giving it a long stroke. Shit, he was sure that if Aki saw this, he’d be out of a fucking job.

But that didn’t stop him, not when he heard you moaning out Yoshida’s name in the sweetest, most sinful voice. It made a shiver run down Denji’s back, a feeling somewhere between jealousy and desire. He knew he shouldn’t be that into his friend - especially when she was his other friend’s girlfriend - but damn, the universe clearly wasn’t helping him here. 

“Shit, you are gripping on my cock so fucking hard,” it was Yoshida’s voice again, deep and almost groggy with lust.

Denji shuddered, hand starting to fist his cock in a hard pace, his free hand coming to cover his mouth as he rolled his eyes back. He was already leaking pre cum, body reacting fast, even as guilt still fought inside of him. He couldn’t help himself. The last time he didn’t manage to actually jerk off, but now he just couldn’t stop, fist rolling down his length.

You moaned again and Denji bucked his hips into his hand, the flowing pre cum making his movements faster and easier. Shit, he was completely fucked, getting worked up so fast at just the mental image of Yoshida fucking you and the downright pornographic sounds of your moaning. His back laid flush against the wall as Denji breathed hard, jerking his length and imagining himself being the one buried balls deep in you.

He is grunting himself now, feeling sweat begin to pool at his forehead from both the imminent sense of danger and the fast, desperate movements of his body. You give one specially broken cry, and Denji can’t help but whip his head back to look into the door once again. The image before him has Denji’s body tensing, cock throbbing violently. He sees Yoshida thrusting fast and hard into you as his middle finger slides inside your tight asshole. God, what Denji wouldn’t give for a chance at just that, his breath faltering at the sight, mouth open and almost drooling.

Denji is captivated by what he is seeing, Yoshida’s entire finger entering your puckered hole as you moan in ecstasy. Just from the sounds, he could tell you were close - and from the speed of Denji’s movements and the tightness in his core, he was getting pretty damn close himself. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back behind the wall, mouth still slightly open as he closes his eyes, letting your sounds take him in.

His mind is replaying what he has seen, imagining what you feel like as he fists himself violently, all shame having left him by this point, Denji being stripped down to nothing but an animal. You are moaning and Yoshida is grunting and god fucking damn it’s all going straight to his hard cock. His fingers move faster and faster, pumping up and down as he held tight to his throbbing length.

The pace of your moans quicken and Denji’s movements follow along, like a shameful dance to an erotic song. Pre cum is leaking wildly as his cock throbs and twitches, the tight coil in his body tensing more and more. His hips are bucking into his hands freely, Denji no longer caring about even pretending to be rational. The most he is doing is fighting hard not to make any sound, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he seeks his pleasure.

You give out one high pitched cry and Denji is pretty sure you’ve just hit your orgasm, the thought of your pulsing walls pushing him past the edge and into his own release. He gasps silently, fists still moving as he cums, milking his climax for all that it’s worth. His thick white seed spills to the floor in long ropes, leaving a sticky mark on the dark concrete below. He cums for what feels like an eternity, lungs burning as his entire body shakes. In the back of his mind, he can hear Yoshida grunt loudly, cumming inside you.

Damn, what wouldn’t Denji give to be in his place.

When he starts coming down from his high, it’s like everything hits Denji all at once. He looks around, quickly tucking himself back into his pants. His eyes fall to the floor, shit, he’d have to clean this up - though, it wouldn’t be the first cum stain he has to clean in this damn bar. Holy fuck, what had he done? He really shouldn’t have done this, and now that the post nut clarity hit him, he was feeling like utter shit. Fucking hell, he really was fucked up, wasn’t him?

“Did you enjoy the show, Denji?”

Denji’s heart was still thundering inside his chest when he heard Yoshida’s voice, his eyes going wide. His hands were trembling, body shaking as he looked at the cum stain below him - the clear evidence of his crime. He had been found out? This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be real, it was a nightmare, for sure.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” Yoshida’s voice sounded again, sly as a fox and twice as dangerous.

Denji slowly turned around, peeking into the door again, eyes still wide as he found you sitting on Yoshida’s leg, both of your clothes now fixed back to a more proper state. He held onto the door frame, hand shaking as his eyes found Yoshida’s. Now it was clear. It’s not so much that he had been found out, Yoshida certainly knew from the beginning. His eyes then found yours, and you only smiled, a dangerously sweet gesture.

Fuck, Denji had walked straight into a trap, hadn’t him?

[prttykittes]

honnie, ur blog is adorable! could I request a denji and yoshida x reader?

yoshida x reader x denji, I don't know if you do that but you can alter the request if you like. denji and yoshida both like the same girl, and the things they do make her catch on? so she's confused between having to choose between one or the other cuz Thier both cute!

have a fantastic day <3

Meowowmoww (⁠｡⁠･��ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ & I love denji and Yoshida sm (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠) — heree u goo

ෆ Yoshida & Denji X Implied Fem! But GN![you/your]

— Synopsis:: A blonde and A black haired boys seem to like the same girl, they both do stuff so the one they like has to pick them. So which will you pick?

CW. Fluff, love triangle, one-sided love(kinda), You can pick one or pick none, slight Yoshida x Denji(reader sees Yoshida jealous of her but Yoshida isn't jealous of reader), food

A/N :: Reader is implied to be fem by the ask but could be read as GN because I use no pronouns! ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ all works in there!!

"(yourname)!" you turn around to face Denji, he had a big grin on his face.

"Oh hey" you said as Denji came running towards you, he stop in his tracks after he was infront of you. "So how ab—"

His words were cut off by man with black hair, Yoshida. "Denji" is all what he said, Yoshida had a smile on his face but it was slightly creepy. "C'mon!" Denji says in anger, he angrily stomps in anger. Yoshida touches the back of Denji's back as Yoshida waves to you. Was Yoshida jealous of me..?

The next time was Yoshida, he had took you in a cafe to order what you what to eat. "Are you sure, Yoshida..?" He nods his head, you look at the menu as you think. "I think I will have{how much your ordered and what}" He smiles and nods his head as he tells the waitress. Your food(s) come, you smile as you began eating.

"{yourname}, I have something to say to you" he says, you look up at him. He doesn't have a smile on his face and he lets out a sigh. "I have a cr—" A chime from the door cuts him off, you look as you see denji. "Oh hey! Why didn't you invite me?" Denji walks over and grabs a chair as he sits down, you smile at him.

"oh hey" you wave and his face turns red as he waves at you, Yoshida stared at denji. Denji smiled and stick his tongue out. "Okay, what do you want to eat?" Yoshida asks with his ironic smile on his face, denji smiles and began to order. You both began eating as you both talk, and after that.

You been confused by their actions, they were hanging out and buying you stuff. You were getting confused because the other would come as well, and Woah your brain was working hard. Yet you still didn't get that they like you and have a crush on you, until they both told you.

"which one will you pick, {yourname}?" They both ask at the same time, you stare at both of them. Which one will you pick..?

[starrbright]

Still no chainsaw man x chubby reader, huh? You know what, maybe i need to take this matter into my own hands: 🤲🏼🍰🍭💞

[kittyzu]

yoshida who — ࣪⭑

• forces you to cockwarm him when he’s busy studying.

• fucks you in front of your friends to remind them who you belong to. he absolutely doesn’t care about consent and will hold you down forcefully if he needs to.

• stalked you for months before he finally made his move. he paid some kid to try and rob you so he could swoop in and save you. + jokes on you because you fell for it

• makes you fuck denji. he has a soft spot for the shorter boy and wants him to enjoy himself. + no he doesn’t care if you cry, he loves it.

• fucks you while you’re sleeping. he can’t resist your pliant body and it’s not hai fault he’s so into you.

• follows you everywhere. he’s stealthy and good at hiding in plain sight. he doesn’t trust your friends so he keeps an eye on you.

• knows your entire schedule better than his own. he needs to keep what belongs to him close after all.

• would drug you if you weren’t in the mood. he’s getting his nut no matter what.

[saeun]

unfortunate situations aki, denji, yoshida | megumi, itadori, toji.

[mncxbe]

#. ݁₊ ⊹bets and wagers . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝒄𝒘: in which you bet Yoshida $10 Denji won't be able to make you cum by the end of the night// virginity loss, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, slight dom Denji, i wrote this a while ago so hhhh i'm just cleaning my drafts🫶🏻

when Yoshida set you up on a date with Denji you laughed in his face. what could you possibly do with that idiot? still, your friend managed to sway your mind, claiming that the blond was having a rough month and he just needed some time to unwind, asking you to "have some sympathy for a friend in need" and so on. so you agreed to go, but not before you bet Yoshids $10 that, in case things took a more intimate turn, Denji wouldn't be able to make you cum that night.

you were starting to regret the wager now that you were seated on top of Denji's lap, his fingers rubbing steady circles on your bundle of nerves as he nipped at your neck. "so much for your attitude" he chuckled, brown eyes twinkling with anticipation as he took in your needy expression. how on earth did you end up like this?

you did your best to make the date bad. Denji took you to a cinema close to your place to watch a movie and you bitched the whole time. the room was too cold, the film was boring, the actors were bad, the popcorn wasn't salty enough, even going as far as to throw snarky comments or complain whenever Denji tried to open up to you. but despite the date being a failure, Denji still agreed to come back to your place. he made no efforts to stop you when you pushed him on the couch and started making out with him, simply following your lead. his lack of experience was evident in the sloppy way he kissed you and you couldn't waste the opportunity to poke more fun at him. "you suck at this, you know? i might hate your kisses more than you"

"yea, sure" he hummed, rolling his eyes at your words "that's why you jumped on me the moment we got inside" before you could add anything, his hand slipped under the wristband of your panties, teasing the slick heat between your legs. a small grin tugged at the corners of his lips when he felt your juices coating his fingers "oh i see you totally despise me"

your first orgasm of the night washed over you, your thighs shaking, squeezing the sides of his abdomen. Denji's grin only widened at the sight and he pushed you onto your back, kneeling in front of the couch to get a better look at your pussy. it was embarrassing how wet you were. you could basically feel your slick dripping down your thighs as he pushed your legs up to your chest, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. he spread your folds with his thumbs and your heart thumped in your chest, heat rising to your cheeks when you noticed the way he was eyeing down your cunt "so messy... i bet it tastes like heaven" he hummed, placing a gentle kiss to your clit before dipping his tongue into your hole, making you jolt in pleasure. "Denji wait–" you huffed out but your whines fell on deaf ears.

"i ain't waiting baby. i've been waiting long enough to do this" letting a blob of spit fall on your clit, Denji went back to flicking his tongue over your bud. he was so gentle with it, nice and sloppy, applying just enough pressure– slowly easing you into it. your muscles relaxed as you sunk into the couch, a choked moan falling from your lips as he started sucking on your clit. "Denji please i'm close" you mewled and the blond could feel his heart skip a beat at your words.

"'s okay baby let go. i got you" he mumbled into your cunt, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure down your spine. you were basically melting in his mouth by this point, your vision going white as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Denji only smiled, his grip on your thighs remaining steady as he kept you from thrashing around in pleasure. "so, ya still hate me after this?" he teased and you shook your head, your lips pursing into a pout. your face was flushed, a soft blush dusting your cheeks, lower lip raw from how much you sucked and bit down on it. you were a completely different from the girl who made fun at him and called him a loser just an hour ago, a needy, pretty thing just begging to be taken care of. "don't give me that look. it was an honest question"

you huffed at his remark, pulling him back up. Denji reached up to cup your face, bringing you in for a deep, passionate kiss. his other hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles across your bare skin. his touch was electrifying, your body felt so hot and weak as you reached your hands towards his belt. noticing you struggling, Denji's cocky smile returned "what's that now?"

"need you, Denji. please" you cooed, batting your pretty lashes at him. "what do you need. tell me" he teased, flicking your clit with his thumb.

you couldn't bear to look at him as you contemplated his request. no, you wouldn't beg, you wouldn't stoop so low as to bed for him. but the throbbing heat between your legs ached for release. "please..." you whispered, eyes darting to his face for a moment before you looked back down.

"aw look at you all shy now. guess you're finally going to stop being such a bitch" he chuckled, hastly undoing his belt and pulling down his briefs. his freed erection slapped against his abdomen before he guided his tio between your folds, teasing your entrance. "you know, i had such high hopes for tonight and you actually spoiled the mood. i mean, why'd you had to be so mean anyway? you could've just said no if you didn't want to come"

was he fucking for real? was he actually bringing this up now when he was rubbing his dick on your pussy?

"look, i'm sorry i was so mean tonight but can we please just–"

"just fuck? need my dick so badly?" he hummed, lining himself up to your entrance and slowly pushing in. he was big, certainly bigger than your toys or the other guys you've been with but you were so wet it slipped in easily. Denji bottomed out with a choked moan, his grip on your thighs tightening as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. "shit– you're so tight. pussy's sucking me in" he groaned before picking up the pace.

your head was spinning from how good he felt, his tip hitting your sweet spot with each deep thrust. the little moans and pleas he mumbled only added to your arousal and soon enough you felt your clit swelling again.

"i don't think i'll last much longer. you feel too good" huffed out the blond, pressing your thighs further against your chest, opening you up for him. you wanted to plead him to hold on a little, your orgasm was so close you could taste it, but before you got the chance to phrase a coherent sentence, Denji's hips halted flush against yours, his body shaking as he came, painting your insides with his seed. in your daze, you somehow managed to lift your head a little and look between your legs at the mess you were making. Denji came so much his cum started to leak out of your hole and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him back in.

Denji's stumbled, placing his hands on either sides of your head as you kept him inside you. "more, please i was so close i need to cum" you whined and your pleas went straight to his dick. propping himself up on his fists he started thrusting his hips again, making you writhe in pleasure. the sounds your mixed fluids made were downright pornographic, but they didn't compare to your lewd expression.

"ya like this?" asked Denji between breathy pants but all you could muster up in response was a dumb smile. he leaned in to press his lips against yours but you were too fucked out of your mind to kiss him back. drool seeped from the corner of your mouth as the blond kept fucking you into the couch, pushing you closer to your orgasm. "D-denji 'm gonna cum soon please i need you–"

Denji's breath hitched as you moaned his name, the sound of it sending a jolt of raw desire through him. "damn... i need you too, baby. you drive me crazy like nothing else. fuck– i'm gonna fill you up real good. make this pussy mine"

his slurred words did it for you. without a warning, the tight knot in the pit of your stomach snapped, your juices leaking from your hole as you came with a loud moan. Denji's thrusts only grew deeper and faster when you squirted on him. he was transfixed, puppy eyes glued to your poor pussy as you spilled yourself on him. "Denji wait please 's gonna keep coming out if you– aghh"

"please god you're so hot. keep creaming on me baby" he pleaded, slowly tapping your throbbing clit with palm, spreading your slick and you could feel another small orgasm wash over you already. "'t hurts too much" you cried out, tears pricking at your lashline and Denji slowed down his brutal pace, shushing you with a kiss "it's alright, there we go. nice and slow baby, you did great. just a bit more okay? i'm close too"

he soothed your shaky thighs with his palms, rolling his hips against yours a few more times before he reached his high, emptying himself inside you. "oh fuck..." he groaned before his sore muscles gave out and he collapsed on top of you.

"get off you're too heavy" you cooed in your whiny tone, making the blond chuckle "just give me a minute, okay? you can't drain a man's balls and expect him to function at full capacity"

you scoffed at his playful remark, wrapping your arms around his neck "fine, you can stay a little more"

"how about the whole night?" he suggested, nuzzling his face in your chest. "in your dreams, pretty boy"

"it was worth a try. but don't come crying to me tomorrow morning when you want more" he said confidently, pushing himself up to his feet. "wait, don't go. i need help cleaning up"

Denji's eyes darted to the mess between your legs– the couch was soaked in your mixed juices, splotches of white staining the dark material. he smiled sleepily when he saw your pussy, shiny with slick and coated in his cum. he gave you so much, it would be a shame to let it leak out.

crouching before you, Denji propped your legs up on his shoulders and gathered the leaking seed from your folds and stuffed it back in your hole before licking a stripe of your pussy. "what are you doing?" you asked in a raw, shaky voice as you looked between your legs. the blond's eyes glimmered with mischief as they met yours and you could tell the night was far from over.

"you asked me to help you clean up the mess." he smiled bashfully "and from what i noticed, you're the biggest mess here"

[mscordonean]

Denji ➪

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝!

Yoshida ➪

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝!

Beam ➪

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 ✈︎

𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍➪

[hana-no-seiiki]

CHAINSAW & HAPPINESS PILLBOX

YANDERE! CSM! VARIOUS x STOIC! READER

CAUTIONS: MANGA SPOILERS, RELIGIOUS THEMES, YANDERE THEMES, CHAINSAWMAN THEMES, OP READER, CANON DIVERGENCES.

EXPIRATION DATE: ONGOING

INGREDIENTS: The most amicable feeling you’ve had towards humans is was indifference. In this godless world, they were your prey and nothing else.

But the appearance of Denji and your growing feelings towards the [redacted] says otherwise.

If only you weren’t already in a contract with Makima.

A marriage contract that is.

PILLS TO TAKE

PILL 1 - STUPID HUMAN

PILL 2 - DISAPPEARING APPEARANCES

PILL 3 - GREAT GENESIS / GENESIS DEI

PILL 4 - GOD SAVE US ALL (COMING SOON)

Reply to any of the pills or this post if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

[verilly]

Hello, I’d like to get your opinion~

What kind of POV do you prefer when you read x reader fanfiction?!

If you would be so kind, let me know why you chose your answer in the comments or reblogs!

For story telling, I would prefer second person, but I’ve seen people complaining about it too! I’d really like to know your opinions so I can base my writing off of that some more!

Have a nice rest of your day/night and thank you for participating!

-Yours truly, 💟