#denji fluff

[2qoo]

denji loves your boobs. tits. whatever you wanna call it really. he cherishes them like they are his own balls.

he likes the weight of it, and the fluffy soft feeling. it's nice to feel and squish, fondle and hold, sleep on and bite. yeah he's into those yummy fluffy pillows.

"denji, baby, i really have to get ready for work." you whine when he sucks a sixth hickey into your skin, in between the valley of your boobs. he sure is taking his damn time.

"i jush.. luf.. your tifths.." he murmurs, mouth still suctioned on your skin and his eyes shimmers when he glances at you from under his lashes. oh he's so cute. he's so cute..!

you bring a hand to his head and pet his golden locks, his tongue licking the bruise he's made and smiles sweetly at you, eyes crinkling with satisfaction.

"denji-kun." you tease, grabbing the tufts of messy hair and gently tugged, "please let go baby, you can suck on my tits later okay?"

he whines and latches onto your waist like a clingy sloth to a tree, his face rubs into your tummy as he childishly whines, "don't wanna!! why'd ya have to go when i'm not done yet!" his large amber eyes are staring straight into you 'have some compassion!' it says.

"okay, hey, i swear that the moment i get home you can do whatever you want." your brows furrow when he makes a small noise of denial and you take his face between your palms,

"denji you are the sweetest boy ever, you know i can't skip work." you sigh when he nosed your clothed stomach in attempt to make you change your mind, it honestly kind of works.

"ya always leave me hangin’ " he releases you from his hold hesitantly but you take his cheek and gently kissed his forehead.

you held one of his hands and placed it over the swell of your chest, "last squeeze before i leave?" his greedy hands are on your boobs again and groped the tender flesh between his fingers.

"mmm.. niicee." his dazed smile are all teeth when he leans forward and plants his face in between your cleavage.

you pinch his ear with a roll of your eyes, "alright that's enough big guy." when you stood up to leave he made grabby hands at you.

..whatever, he'll just make due with your shirt over a pillow.

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[kaykayo8]

Everybody's after the Chainsaw heart, but only you are after Denji's! — adult denji hcs ;mdni

wc; 900

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Denji, who gives up his seat on the train for you because that's what guys with hearts do for pretty girls like yourself.

Denji, whose impulsive behavior can get the better of him. Who still needs guidance on how to socialize and desires to finally belong to something—someone.

Denji, who grew up on his own without much of a compass, still relies on you to do the simpler things, in which you don't mind, because why would you?

Denji, who would get his ass kicked for you over and over again if that meant seeing a smile on your face.

Denji, who is totally a dog person. He wanted one that reminded him of Pochita or himself. He settled on a shiba inu, but you had told him that he reminded you more of a chihuahua. He purposely burnt your breakfast for weeks.

Denji, who has Aki's voice in his head, still giving him some sort of advice because he was the only guy he could talk to about his girl troubles.

Denji, who still gets nightmares from his past. Who holds you closer when they get too real, when he could really feel the warm blood on his skin or the lump in his throat. You rest your head on his heart and listen to it beat; to show that it's real, to show he's real.

Denji, who enjoys dancing with you. Despite his ineptitude, he saw it in a rom-com once and wanted to try it with his one and only. Now, it's become a tradition every few weeks to take his hand and sway with him, with the biggest, goofiest smile plastered on his face.

"I uh- saw this inna movie once, and I wanted to— is this okay?" He'd ask, taking your hand in his and leading you to the living room. His hands met your waist in a slow and passionate dance, as golden blond hair tickled your neck. Denji felt safe in your arms, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

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Denji, who showers you in affection and loves unconditionally. He rests his head between your thighs and worships your very being, and then some. Who's asked for the bare minimum and goes beyond that. Who treats you how you deserve and uses his tongue and fingers the way he knows you like it, because to him, sex isn't a necessity but a gift. A sacred inauguration between the two of you.

This man is such a giver, always putting your pleasure first. Denji's sweaty palms met yours, tangled in shared sheets as he kissed the parts of your neck he knew were sensitive, knew that made you squirm and writhe underneath him; he'll give you everything you want before even thinking about himself.

Denji, who eats pussy like a 5-course meal. He's so careful with you because he knows his teeth are sharp; the last thing he'd want to do is cause you pain! He holds your legs on his shoulders and rubs your ankles all the way up to your thighs, and he realizes he's never been able to treat a girl like this. So he doesn't care if you squeeze his head too tight or if you tug his hair on impulse because he's right where he wants to be. He works you open with his fingers, curling them in just the right places, then he adds his tongue, lapping and sucking in your throbbing wetness, and looks up at you with those eyes, like he's on cloud 9 and he's never coming back down. He'd never overstimulate you, but it's hard for him to call it quits when he's going down on you.

Denji, who grew up to be more of a hands guy. And I know, I know, but stay with me. He still loves your tits just as much as younger Denji would, but he's noticed that he loves the feel of them in his hands more. He loves it when the fat of them mush together and drip out on the sides. Don't even get him started on your hands. They're so soft and small compared to his, and he likes watching you use them. To cook, brush his hair, clean around the house, just about everything and anything. But for intimacy... well; he loves it when you rub his pecks and work your way down to his stomach, then his hips— and even further down, and he just can't keep quiet for the life of him— and his eyes can't move away from where your connected as he watches you skillfully pump his dick the way he used to only ever see in pornos and— and—

Denji, who is so, so loud. The only pleasure he's ever received was from himself, so having someone who genuinely cares about him, making him feel so much better than his own hand does, was far greater than a dream come true. And, God, he's always so whiny, always begging to be touched, for you to be the tiniest bit softer, or the usual incoherent babble when he's close. When your warm walls clench him too tightly, and he just can't shut up.

"heh- Lighten up a bit! Y-you could be softer with your own boyfrien' right?"

"Is uh— is sex supposed to feel this good cus' hmph fuck babe.." he'd say this every time like it's his first time with you??

"Holy shit, pussys so warm I might die... babe 'm close- please- ya' gotta give it to me... cmon'"

"Gonna cum in ya'— fill you up so good and then- mgh— we'll watch a movie n'— fall asleep in each— ughh —other's arms, n'—"

safe to say you shut him up, and did exactly that <3

[motelmagnolia]

I loved your Denji fic, please, please, please write another one if you can with an inexperienced reader in mind if you can, love your writing okay bye!!

⤷ ゛COOKIE MONSTER ˎˊ˗

Denji reaally wants to eat you out ! But its just so embarassing...

You were pressed against Denji on the worn-out sofa of Aki's living room, his lips moving against yours with a hungry, slightly clumsy intensity that made your toes curl.

His hands were everywhere—tangled in your hair, gripping your hips, running up and down your back—it was as though they couldn't decide where to go. Not to say all of this made it a bad kiss or anything! It was a good kiss, its just that only you seemed to know where to put your hands—tangled in the messy strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, like usual.

He pulled back first, gasping for air like he'd just ran a marathon or something. His pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen and wet, and he looked at you in that way that made your stomach do gymnastics.

"Hey," He muttered as your lips disconnected, eyes never leaving your own, "Can I...like...can I eat you out?"

The question hung in the air between you. Your brain, which had been happily short-circuiting from the kissing, suddenly rebooted off of pure adrenaline. A jolt of excitement shot through you—almost a bit like being hit by lightning, just way more exhilarating and way less lethal.

"Yeah!" You blurted out, the words bursting from your lips far too loud and far too eager. You might have just woken Pochita up from his nap, and you most definitely scared both yourself and Denji.

You quickly tried to backtrack as a wave of heat flushed over your entire body, woefully praying for the sofa to just gobble you whole, "I mean– yeah. I guess."

Super smooth.

A huge, brilliant grin split across Denji's face, completely erasing any hint of your embarrassment, "Yay!" He cheered, literally pumping his hand up in the air as he slid off the sofa, landing on his knees in front of you with a weirdly loud thud.

His hands, warm and slightly calloused, hooked into the waistband of your pajama shorts. He tugged them down before hooking his fingers into the side of your panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion that was actually surprisingly coordinated for him.

The cool air finally hit your exposed skin as a fresh wave of self-consciousness washed over you.

He was just...staring. Like some freak degenerate.

Just as he started to lean forward, you panicked, "Wait!" You squeaked, hands flying down to push gently against the top of his head.

He froze, looking up at you with wide, confused eyes, "Huh?"

Your face felt like it was on fire. You couldn't bare to meet his gaze, your eyes fixed on a loose thread dangling from a squashed pillow.

All of this was different. This was all up close and personal.

He'd touched you before every now and then during particularly heavy make-out sessions, his fingers exploring shyly under your clothes as you did the same to him, getting each other off since both of you were just a little too scared to go all the way yet.

But this? This was him putting his face right there. He'd never actually seen it before—it just felt weird.

"It's just..." You murmured, "You're...staring."

Denji blinked, his confusion slowly melting into understanding. He leaned back a little forming a gap between you asides from his firm grip on your thighs.

"So?" He was acting scarily nonchalant right now, "Everything about you is pretty. And cute. Like your face– your face is super cute. So are your hands. And your weird, ugly laugh is cute. Why would this be any different?" His eyes flickered to your exposed cunt before lifting back to you, his words entirely sincere.

"And I reeeeaaalllyyyy wanna do this. Pleeeassseee?" And the words were just so whiny that you were surprised he didn't start flailing his arms and kicking his legs like a baby, to be honest.

You let your grip loosen on his hair, instead opting to loosely massage his scalp in encouragement.

"Yeah," You whispered, meeting his gaze, "I just...got shy."

"You're just too cute," He gleamed, leaning in again, although this time slower just incase you change your mind again, "'m gonna make you forget aaallll about being shy and embarrassed."

Thank the Gods above that he is weirdly skilled with his tongue.

a/n : i love denji so so so much hes so cyute. i also love love love unexperienced denji with someone equally as unexperienced its also so so so cyute. also tysm !! i'm not a very good wrtier but i am actively trying to get better !

[satorulv]

I could treat him right 🫩❤️

[fvvckdd]

⋆˚✿˖° leaving csm characters on read as a prank

ft. denji, power, aki hayakawa, makima

taglist: @geumtsuri // @tsurihana

[dadsbongos]

denji is so unused to being in a healthy relationship, he'd be the one asking you stupid questions all the time.

babe, would you love me if i was a worm?

babe, do you actually have a crush on me?

babe, why did you cheat on me in my dream last night?

babe, you made sure to tell that barista you had a boyfriend, right?

he doesn't really realize where all those questions come from nor does he understand why it kinda sorta really stings when you don't answer them straight up. he just gets curious, and that curiosity is so strong it makes his chest pound so hard it clogs his throat.

when you're sleeping or eating or otherwise distracted he just stares and wonders-

"babe, do you- like- like me?"

since the very beginning of your relationship, you slowly learned that laughing off his questions or answering with jokes didn't exactly please him. despite his unserious nature, he was so strangely solemn about these ridiculous questions.

and answers like of course, honey didn't make him happy either. it seemed impossible to answer him, then. until you realized-

"how couldn't i, den'?" you just have to preen him, stroke his hair and kiss his cheek and compliment him, "so funny and handsome. you're the best person i know to talk to."

that makes him smile and nod, pecking your lips, "cool! just checking!"

[slllieeepyy]

lazy mornings with denji

“mmf…” he mumbled into the warmth of your chest, his face buried there. his arms were wrapped tight around your torso as you rested your face in his hair, fingers gently tracing shapes on his back.

you both loved mornings like this. soft, slow, easy and gentle. it just felt right, and neither of you ever wanted the moment to end.

the both of you were well aware that the other wasn’t sleeping, and also well aware of the late morning sun peeking through the curtains, but you didn’t care. the only thing that mattered was denji and you right now.

he nuzzled impossibly closer into your neck, like he couldn’t stand not being entirely pressed against you.

his breaths were warm against your neck, nose brushing your throat softly. every time you shifted, he would shift as well.

~~~

an hour and a half passed. it was almost noon, and you still hadn’t moved. however, your body was beginning to ache, and you were incredibly thirsty.

you assumed maybe denji had fallen asleep, but he hadn’t. the moment you tried to shift and sit up, delicately unwrapping his arms from around you, he just gripped you tighter.

“where’re you goin’?” he asked, eyes fluttering open as his head tilted up to look at you.

“we have to get up. it’s late.” you replied simply, voice a low murmur.

he shook his head and whimpered softly, burying his face in your neck again. he wrapped his arms tighter around you, practically immobilizing you.

you let out a soft sigh of defeat. it was saturday anyway, what was another hour in bed? relaxing back into the sheets, he let out a contented breath against your skin and pressed a soft kiss to your throat.

of course, a few more hours turned into the whole day. denji had that effect on you.

|| a/n: me coping with the end of chainsaw man…

-vie 💤

[saccharineshigaraki]

tangible titties

Denji, for once, gropes tits with meaning. drabble! a bit fluffy :3

Wake up, kill devils, sleep—rinse and repeat. His driving motivations?

Boobs, food, and shelter.

However, his first touch of the fatty mound was rather underwhelming. Sure, Power's boobs were nice and round, a good size to hold and fondle, yet his greatest accomplishment felt.. so small, so mundane.

What he lacked, he now realizes, was connection. Makima told him naughty things feel better the more you know your partner. And now, groping your chest through your shirt, he understands that. Knows what he was lacking with Power.

".. They're so soft," Denji murmurs, his cheeks tinted pink and his lips parted. His hands give another gentle squeeze, marveling at how the fat spills between his fingers. It's all so much more intimate than expected. "Like.. the softest... 'n the squishiest.."

He's done all this groping with all these girls, only to realize it felt best with you. Not because your boobs were special, but because you were special. All soft smiles and touches, so sweet. Someone who loves Denji's heart. Who doesn't use him. A love tangible to his heart.

Denji loves you, but god he loves your boobs.