denji wasn't used to love at all. not when the only thing people were after was the chainsaw heart he carried in his chest.
so he was surprised after you spent day and night to care for him, breaking down the walls he built after every time he was betrayed by a girl he liked.
slowly, those walls crumbled.
but that didn't make him experienced.
when denji thought of love, he thought of bodies. bodies that rubbed, licked and entangled with one another until both were puddles.
when you were upset? sex
when he was upset? sex
every negative feeling was solved by sex. his brain connected sexual acts to happiness- to love.
"hi baby." you huffed
"what's wrong?" he asked with a sulky face before holding your hand, bringing you to the couch
you plopped down, exhausted. "my boss was being so salty today. i actually hate him." you leaned back before turning to face him
"can you just hold me?"
denji flushed before looking down and nodding "of course baby i-" he started to peel off his t shirt
"no denji." you placed your hands on his, looking at him with adoring eyes that was littered on by your frown
"hold me." you stated once more before pushing him down in the couch. with hands wrapping around his neck, you let out a sigh, letting your tiredness slip out of you body
denji's breath hitched before looking down at your head. despite not having his dick up in you, with your walls clenching him everytime he thrusted, he felt warm.
warmer than he ever felt.
maybe this was love. maybe he didn't have to be sexual to show it. and even without it, happiness and peace would flow freely into the lives you and him built together.
a/n: i know im basically a strictly sukuna fan page but i just rewatched chainsaw man... let denji be happy pls ffs
“there’s a water drought in tokyo, we need to conserve water!”
you and your best friend (who was also your roommate) did everything together.
people on the outside would immediately assume the two of you were dating, which is fair, considering how you act.
you cuddle, share clothes and forehead kisses and maybe the occasional innocent peck on the lips. and of course, denji’s favorite part.
showers.
denji would always insist that “the water bill is getting high” or “tokyo’s water supply is running low”. which was obviously bullshit.
but who were you to say no? he was always respectful (besides for how he blatantly ogled your breasts), and he washed your hair without you even having to ask. so why not?
right now, denji was standing under the water as it warmed up. you stripped off your clothes, stepping in beside him.
you let out a sigh of relief as the warm water cascaded down your back, your muscles relaxing.
“lemme wash your hair.” he squeezed some shampoo into his hands, working it into your scalp gently with practiced ease.
“mm…” you hum, practically melting into his touch. your forehead rested against his collarbone, chests pressed together as he took care of you.
“what, you falling asleep or somethin?” he teased, but he didn’t push you away. he would never push you away
“shut up.”
denji didn’t give a shit about the water bill if it meant he could stand here with you forever.
||a/n: where are the chainsaw man fans on tumblr bc it’s actually my favorite manga
(this is not proofread bc i’m sleepy (haha and my username is slllieeepyy haha get it))
"H-hold on.." Denji grunts when you try to properly adjust his eye patch over his face, the flimsy black material covering his now healed eye hole was honestly unnecessary (your words not his) but denji still insisted, since it isn't really a sight for the public eye (pun intended)
He gracefully spins away to face the mirror and fix it himself, but you simply wrap your arms around his waist to tease him. he flinches at any touch you give him, deliberately or not
"Crazy woman, i'm just tryin' ta get ready for work!" he blushes red when he feels the heat from your body close to his, ".. y-yer distractin' me."
You simply nuzzle your face into his back and sniff the light cologne he's got going on, he grumbles out a little 'this is why I'm late.' but denji honestly doesn't even mind it.
"Look at you den, all dressed up for work. I'm so glad I've seen you grow over the years." you tease him with a kiss to his neck, making denji blush like crazy, his face red as the tomato devil he remembers killing ages ago.
He stutters a little, "Y-Yeah well, that's what happens when I've got to protect the city 'n all..!" he bites his lip when your hand drifts lower to his belt, fingers teasing his hip bones over the cloth.
"Like a.. hero right? like ... chainsaw man?" he pauses for a moment, his single eye growing wide at the name, chainsaw... man..?
"Wait, say that again- mmf..! " he gasps out a strangled moan when you bite the skin of his nape. your hand sliding up to feel the warm hardness of his chest, "this, your heart? your heart has always been important."
He eyes you through the mirror as you look at him with a mischievous smile, "why're you bein' so vague.." he mutters a little with a pout, he still tries to move away from you.
"Because.. you have no idea how much people you've saved with your heart." you smile, still a teensy bit vague but he just tiredly accepts it.
"..You saved me with your heart you know," he answers back, a little dumbly.. perhaps because he's confused with all the words you're spewing out..
You raise a brow at that, your smile becoming fond as he blinks like a puppy ready to accept compliments.
"How did I save you?" but denji rolls his eye and spins around, hugging you tight, his arms strong around your back and his chin just above your head.
"Your love dammit, your love saved me." he presses fingers on your chest, feeling the faint beat beneath your ribs.
thump thump thump..
"Aww!" you smother his face with kisses, his eyepatch coming undone again.. he just fixed that thing by the way! but your kisses over his closed eye lids felt ten times better than some scratchy 'ol cloth.
He swoops in so his lips could meet yours in a smooth kiss, his tongue laving over your lips as he softly mewls when you open your mouth to suck his tongue.
His underwear has never felt so uncomfortable right now, a boner threatening to rise as his legs shake. denji hunches over to place both his hands on your cheeks to absolutely devour you.
You smirk when you realize and trace a single finger over his hard on which made him whimper pathetically.
"Don't you have work baby?" you ask lighthearted. his tongue is still out when you pull away from him and all he could do was stand there, feeling betrayed as ever.
tags *ೃ༄ reverse comfort, comfort, angst, fluff, mentions of sexual assult ( both reader and denji ), reader is implied to be a survivor of sexual assault, descriptions of disassociation in the beginning ( denji ), manga spoilers for those who haven't read.
summary *ೃ༄ you help denji realize he's not alone.
note *ೃ༄ thats my son and i love him so much he deserves the world
masterlist *ೃ༄
His vision blurred.
He was there, but not there.
He saw, but he wasn’t seeing.
His vision blurred.
His ears were hearing, but he wasn’t listening.
He could feel, but he wasn’t feeling.
His. Vision. Blurred.
Soft cooes of, ‘you’ll be okay’ streamed into his non-listening ears. Soft fingers were felt on his scalp as they lightly caressed through his yellow tresses. Soft eyes set on him as he cried through his blurry vision. “..It hurts.” His words came out meekly. No matter how desperately he wanted to move, to go away and hide in a hole forever — He simply had no energy to do so.
He was paralyzed.
Paralyzed in his confusion.
“I’m here for you,” These words, he did hear.
“Are you?” He bitterly asked. ‘How could you possibly be here for him if you knew nothing of the way he felt?’ That’s what he thought, despite feeling your touch become softer — If that was even possible. “You don’t even know what I feel, hell- I barely know how I feel..” His words dripped with self-doubt. They dripped with the bone-crushing confusion that he felt.
“I know,” You began, your fingers still in his hair, “-because I’ve been there too.”
His vision cleared, he was here. “You were..?”
“Assaulted? Yes, I was.” you confessed to him, hoping he didn’t feel as alone as he clearly did feel. “You’re not alone in what you’re feeling and you’re valid, too.” You gazed down at him with eyes of understanding.
“Assaulted..? But i’m a guy- I asked her to-”
“It can happen to anyone.” You cut him off, shutting down his stigmatized beliefs. “Guys too. -And if you had wanted it, you wouldn’t be feeling confused about whether or not you liked it.”
His head lifted off of your thighs, he wanted to face you this time. “.. I came in her hand- isn’t that proof that I liked it?”
“No, it’s a bodily reaction.” You gazed into his honey eyes, hoping to help him process it. You knew what to do because you wished someone had been there for you the way you were now here for him. “If you had liked it, you wouldn’t be feeling this torn up about it Denji,” Your words were soft. As if you had all the answers. “What happened to you was assault because she did it even when you told her you didn’t consent to it anymore.. You were violated.”
“But I..” He looked down at his feet, his back propped up against the wall as he sat next to you. Sorrowful tears spilled down his cheeks, he didn’t want to accept it. But he knew you were right. He knew that deep down he didn’t want Asa to do that. He knew deep in his being that it hurt just like when Makima had done it first.
You rubbed his back as you watched him process the event before leaning over to envelope him in a hug. A hug that spoke all the feelings you couldn’t put into words. “It's okay Denji, you’re not alone..” You reminded him while you felt his hands slowly come up to return your hug.
“Why does this keep happening to me..?” He cried quietly into your shoulder, his wobbly voice asking a desperate question. But for this one, you didn’t have an answer.. Because you wondered why it had happened to you as well. So you gave him the best answer you could muster up.
“Sometimes.. There are just people out there who want to do harm to others without a reason..” You spoke quietly, “There are bad people out there- just like how there are good people.”
“Every girl I've ever liked — they pulled shit like this.. I just don’t know what to do anymore..” He sounded so hopeless and it broke you to see him like this. It hurt even more because you had been there too. “I don’t know who to trust..”
You pulled apart from him just slightly, looking at him with a determined expression. “You don’t have to trust anyone.” You held his cheeks in your hands, “Trust is earned, it’s not automatically given to everyone just because they claim to be on your side.”
He blinked a bit and wiped his tears, the skin under his eyes was red and irritated. “Can I trust you?”
“That’s up to you,” you smiled warmly.
For so long, Denji thought that what he wanted most in life was sex. He thought that he could die happy if he had a girlfriend that loved him. The only problem was that he thought love meant sex — and that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Because love was you.
Love was someone that didn’t hurt him like Makima, Himeno or Asa. Love was understanding. Love was patient.
tags *ೃ༄ comfort, a dash of angst, reader is implied to have curly hair, reader's gender is not specified
summary *ೃ༄ you spent your birthday with denji :)
note *ೃ༄ i love u denji they could never make me hate u
masterlist *ೃ༄
"Do you think maybe.. no, nevermind-" You chuckled as you brushed off your thought, immediately deeming it to be stupid.
Denji tilted his head, "Maybe what?" He was curious as to what you had to say. He always was.
".. Do you ever think there's an alternate universe where everything is ok?" you asked quietly as you rested your head against Denji's chest. His heart-beat was steady. It was a comforting sound to you, it had always been.
"That'd be cool as fuck!" He smiled, his sharp teeth showing. "A universe with no devils, not havin' t'worry about money n' food.. that'd be awesome. Maybe Pochita would be there too." He absentmindedly played with one of your curls, twirling it around his finger as you sat in between his legs, close to him.
"Right? I wish we could've been born into that reality instead." You sighed tiredly. Truthfully, today had been a tough day at school, especially with it being your birthday.
For some reason, your birthday was always the day you felt the loneliest.
Maybe because you never had anyone to spend it with.
"But.. if we were born into that reality then we woulda never met," He reasoned as his brows furrowed, "Nah, I think i like this universe better." he chuckled.
You smiled at his comment, "Really?" you looked up at him, your gaze warm as it landed on him.
"Yeah!" his calloused hand played with the hem of your shirt, "Bein' with you here s'better than livin' some lavish life without ya." He looked down at you, his cheeks a little flushed at his own words.
You caressed his cheek before planting a kiss on his nose, "You're adorable when you wanna be, y'know that?" Denji smiled at this.
"Oh!" He got off of the floor where he was sitting with you to search his closet, his hands scouring around for something. "I almost forgot.."
You sat there puzzled, wondering what he was searching for. When he emerged from the closet, his hands were holding what looked to be a box. It was wrapped haphazardly and the bow was uneven, but it still warmed your heart.
Was it a gift..?
"Here!" he offered it to you, sitting across from you on the floor. "S'for you. It's your birthday right?" He rubbed his neck as you took the gift.
He liked seeing you smile.
"You remembered..?"
"F'course i did!" he almost seemed offended at your question, "What kinda friend would i be if i didn't??"
As you unwrapped the box and opened it, your expression softened at what you'd seen inside. Inside; there was a beautifully wrapped bag of candy, a CD from an artist you loved listening to and a necklace ー a locket to be exact.
"It ain't much but-" He was going to explain himself before you pulled him into a hug, the both of you falling backwards at the sudden force.
The two of you laughed on the floor, his arms remained embracing your frame while you hugged him. "Thank you, Denji." you said quietly, "I appreciate it, even if you think it's not much- It's enough for me."
"Yeah?" He smiled as the both of you laid on the floor, hugging each other. Truthfully, he liked being close to you. It reminded him of how he used to be with Power (though you were calmer of course).
He liked just being able to lay with you and not doing anything. He liked that you were genuine. .. That you didn't try to use him for your own benefit. "It's the least I could do."
You sit up and grab the bag of candy before laying back down and offering him chocolate, "You got all my favorite candy too..!" you smiled as you shared a kitkat with him.
"Well I wasn't gonna get ya somethin' ya didn't like." He smirked proudly as he bit into the crunchy chocolate. You smiled warmly and snuggled closer to his side.
Bathing denji can be a hassle.. but only when he's drunk. you're pissed at him of course, but you're more pissed at his co workers who let this happen. how could they let denji drink?
When himeno drops him off at your place, completely out of it with him on her back, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. she's slurring words like "denji...drunk, we got wasted, so much alcohol!" you sigh disappointed.
She gives him to you with a drunk smile and bids you a goodbye while staggering off with someone else from the public safety squad. closing the door, you eye denji in your arms, his eyes are closed and he opens his mouth to speak but no coherent words came out. that's when you decide to gently place him on the sofa, brushing stray blonde hairs that stuck to his pretty face. He slurs something, "gotta .. piss .." but you couldn't really catch that until he actually pisses himself.
He whines when he soaks his pants, chest heaving as he dreams about something preferably bad. you worriedly look at the wet patch that began to form fast and tried to shake him awake, his skin warm with intoxication.
"Denji.. baby. please wake up?" you shake him, gathering him in your arms as he clutches your clothes in desperation. his breathing becomes heavy and moments pass before he gasps awake. drool slips past his chin as he groggily tries to call your name.
"B-babe.. my fuckin' head hurts so bad." he groans into your chest, sniffing you like some puppy. you rub his head softly and held his waist with your other hand, "den, you pissed yourself..." a frown settles on your lips when he whimpers out a small apology.
He ends up in the bathroom after that, clothes completely stripped off and you told him to wait in the bath. he's practically half dead, laying limply in the tub as he lets his feet splay over the edge, spreading his legs open.
You scold him to close them when you began to rub his skin with soap and water, his whiney complaints echoed through the room. "who gave you all the alcohol?" it was a valid question, surely whoever did this to denji had other intentions. you could actually thank himeno for even bringing him back to you.
"Mm.. dunno, they said it was "celebration juice", tasted like shit but I couldn't stop drinking.." denji mumbles, half asleep. He chuckles to himself but then winces when he feels the heaviness beginning to creep behind his eyes.
"Wasn't that drunk.." he snorts, sloshing the water with his hand, a frown tugging at his lips, "Sorry I made you clean up my mess.. again."
You bonk his head lightly with your knuckle, "Idiot. If you think I was going to abandon you with himeno of all people, you're dead fucking wrong." denji smiles stupidly at that, leaning close to plant a wet kiss on your mouth.
"I think the side effects of being drunk is catchin' up to me." he states, a very red flush adorns his cheeks and it creeps down to his neck and shoulders.
You tilt your head in confusion but caught his shivers when you spot a solid erection beneath the lukewarm water, "..Oh."
He looks at you with amber eyes filled with joyous hope, "I wanna do it.." he suggests, grabbing your arm to pull you inside the tub, "in the water."
You sputter uselessly as he presses his face into your neck, nibbling the skin there as he tries to warm you up, get you in the "mood" as he would say.
You quite literally cannot resist these new tricks he's learnt to get what he wants from you, the puppy dog eyes, the light gestures of grabbing you, kissing and biting you..
Denji huffs a laugh knowing that it, holy shit.. worked! and successfully got you inside the bath with him, "I gotcha now!"
