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In my dreams, I can see us in a tight embrace Doin' all the things that we never really did I think I'm in love with you......

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wc; 1k nsfw; mdni

a/n; sorry this took forever, life happened and unfortunately I was so insanely busy blehhh

Denji hears your keys jingle when you unlock the door and shuffle in long, tired strides towards him. He welcomed you in with open arms and a tight bear hug that lifted you off the floor.

“You know, ya should totally ask for some time off, so we could stay here together—“

Denji set you down on the floor gently, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen, where the aroma of pork cutlets hit you like a strong breeze, it surprisingly didn’t smell too bad. 

He laughed, “—‘guess i jus’ missed you.” 

“You’re so cute. Missed you too Den, too much.” 

The words he loved to hear, as much as he won’t admit, Denji loves praise, but it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, just like how he is now, laying on your shared sheets; crescent scars bloomed on his sun-kissed skin from the force of your nails.

Denji huffed out a sigh, exhausted in the best way— sweat stuck blond locks to his forehead as his hips met yours in tandem. After dinner sex meant multiple rounds and a sleepy bath you’ve forced him to take with you, but his brain couldn’t think at the moment, not with your wet cunt wrapped around his dick— squeezing and sucking the life out of him as he moved your body with his. 

“Den—fuck..oh my god—please..”

He never usually responded to you. As hard as he tried, it would just overstimulate him too much. The sound of your voice, the warmth of you, the scratches on his shoulders—violent red from your almond shaped nails— it’s all too much, too much of you all over him. His hands met your plump hips, squeezing the fat of them to guide you, now digging his bitten nails into you.

His figurative tail wags with excitement as you reach down and wrap your arms around his neck to meet his lips, he’s so grateful—so fortunate to have you. He grips your hips harder, enough to bruise—he’s strong, you know—And starts to move you faster when you feel his sharp teeth meet your neck as a means to keep quiet. 

He never meant to hurt you, not in the slightest, it was just far too much for him and not enough all at once. Only after part of your neck had been bruised he continued on to another side, marking and claiming you as his. Denji groaned in your ear as your hands met his hair, while lifting you both upright, the world spun. Tingly static clouded your senses while your body twitched, begging for release.

“Do you—mpghm—do you like me..?” 

He’s a mess. Physically and mentally. Of course you liked him, You couldn't live without him, and you're certain he felt the same. If the countless nights spent only within each other's embrace taught you anything, it was that you really, really liked him.

”Yes baby..love you s-so much…so deep—denji!—“ You muttered; rhythm steady, but loud. So damn loud, skin meeting skin echoed in the bedroom as you’d felt his dick twitch, not once, but twice. And then another bite to the chest, another feral bite to your collar bone, then to your shoulder. Soon your skin started to taste like iron, iron and pleasure, boiling down and sinking into his bloodstream, it was almost poetic in a sadistic way, as poetic as your boyfriend biting you till you bled, could be. 

His hips bucked up into yours, as he whined, you were just so perfect for him. Perfect walls entrapped his dick, as a perfect body moaned and whimpered against him, by his perfect girl, who kept her head on his shoulder while taking the best dick of her life.

”cmon—cmon..fuck, ya gottta cum-give it to me baby-” He moved you back down, needy and forceful like a dog in heat, mind plauged with the thought of pure bliss. Your back met cushiony softness as he shifted both of your legs on his left shoulder. Before he could fuck you deeper, harder; you came. Legs shaking, while incoherent babbles left your mouth. His black ripcord dangling centimeters above your eyes.

”mghh-denjiiii…”

”too fuckin’—so fuckin’ cute, bet ya like that shit, huh?”

He kept plunging into you like an obligation. Something he needed to fulfill. Shark teeth found your ankle, avoiding the anklet he’d bought you with his initial, moving from the sheer force of his thrusts. Soon, his body lunched over, cum pooling out of his cock and creating a disgustingly sweet ring around it. White and creamy when your cunt connected to his pelvis. It was so humid in the room and your breath caught between a sigh and a whine as his hips continued, you had to stop him yourself.

”denji—mgh-might c-cum again..wait!”

Or you tried to, at least.

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The shades were closed, thank goodness; the morning sun was already terrible as is. Denji let out a sigh, who you found already awake beside you. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. You however, were not.

He’d put you in every position under the sun last night, bit you when he needed energy, and made you bleed with every nibble, how long until you can wear off-the-shoulder shirts now!? Speaking of…some of those were bound to leave a mark…

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout pretty?” He asked, his usual boyish voice hoarse from sleep.

”Hold on baby I gotta—“ You get up out of bed—legs wobbly, but functioning—to make your way over to the bathroom,

“—OW!, shit..” but not without stubbing your toe.

”Oh my god denji.” 

“wha- what is it—oh shit”

He was met with purple hued hickeys and reddish bite marks littered all over your torso and lower thighs. A lot on your boobs and around your collarbone with nail shaped markings on your hips, possibly—no, definitely—from his iron-like grip. There must’ve been an aphrodisiac in the food, or possibly something more lust-filled in the air, he had absolutely demolished you. Then had the audacity to say—

”Damn babe! Whoever did that to you is a monster! A real devil!” 

hi babes tysm i didn’t really like it that much, but for you, the world 🥹

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ MDNI | wc; 500

Imagine Denji giving you a massage because you had mentioned how stiff you were, and his callused hands work their way down your back, and it just feels so good to have his hands on you.   

And you just feel his presence leering over your body, and you smell the yummy cologne you bought him for his birthday. 

His hands travel lower and lower as to not miss a single inch of skin, and he eventually reaches the plumpness of your hips as you feel his body sit completely on you.

He handles you so gently, working all the deep knots out of you as your pretty head rests on the pillow below. He told you not to worry about anything, that he’ll take good care of his girl and make you feel so good you won't know what to do with yourself, and he feels so bad spewing all that lovey-dovey shit with his dick pressing up against his stained sweats. But how couldn't he get hard with all that whining you were doing? You were practically teasing him—it wasn't his fault he's attracted to everything you do. 

So when you feel his hips grinding against your ass in shallow, rough thrusts, you turn to meet his hands on either side of you and a lovestruck gaze consumed only by you. All you hear is soft grunts and moans as you finally feel his weight on top of you, reaching over to cuddle into your neck.

He looks like a dog in heat; you'd bet he felt similar to one, too. The shaky breaths so silent—yet— so close, how hot his body felt, and how you could feel the thickness of his cock in between your ass cheeks. Everything was so slick, so wet that it hadn't even felt like dry humping anymore. You call out to him, and your voice—god, your voice—he could cum on the spot and wouldn't be the tiniest bit mad, you didn't get a response, instead, a whimper and the addicting feeling of his hips moving faster; you look back to find that one of his legs used the floor as leverage to grind harder, and he was shaking. Shaking so much, he hadn't realized his bicep dug into your neck. 

You forgot how strong Denji was, even outside of his chainsaw form, his body always in survival mode, taking all the food you feed him and turning it to pure muscle— not like you were complaining. 

“Fuuhh–agh—cck” 

He was so close, so, so close to getting what he wanted; he wanted to cream his pants to his thoughtful girlfriend, who so graciously allowed him to grind and hump his needy cock right where he needed it the most. He wanted to thank you as he came against your ass, because today was supposed to be about you, but he so selfishly made it about himself that he needed to show you gratitude.

“mgh–please—cant.. fuck..”

You grind your ass back against him as his moans get louder, causing him to bite down on your neck. Shark teeth pierce through your skin, drawing blood. The metallic taste reaches his mouth while his heavy cock twitches and only seconds after he cums; mumbling barely audible “thank you’s” into your skin. Sweat ran down his bangs as the rest of his body spasms, and he holds you close, thinking, he’ll clean you both later.

party animal!denji x Fem black!reader | Human AU | MDNI

no smut in this chapter though there will be 👀

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ch 1 | word count; 1.2k |

You’d notice him in a few of your classes. You’d also notice him skipping a bunch with his friends, usually Power— attached at the hip; you’d believe they’ve known each other since birth, female version of him, honestly—veterinary major. You saw him with Aki— known pretty boy on campus, kept to himself most of the time, not someone you’d suspect to hang out with the blond; literature major. 

You’d notice the lingering stares he’d gotten from upperclassmen women, how they’d stare at him like he was prey, not something to be cherished and loved but used for pleasure and status. He was a handsome boy, that was obvious, common knowledge depending on who you asked. You just wondered why you kept seeing him, Denji— one of the most popular guys on campus, strangely naive all things considered, very passionate about his love for women. You'd think he was trying to convince you he’s straight—child psychology major. 

Some people thought it was weird, others thought it didn’t fit his personality (which you’d have to agree), a few said it was because of his shit childhood, or whatever he’d say about it. It wasn’t an exciting topic for him, and no one really cared to learn when he threw his parties. 

Denji would throw late night parties at a sizably big mansion, who’d you assume was Aki’s. He started them to get to know people, talk, drink, dance, hopefully more, in any available guest room who preferably didn’t have people already getting high or having sex. When he’s not throwing parties you’d wake up regretting in the morning, he was painting. It was oddly unfair for him to be so talented in his craft, everyone’s seen his art, it’s hard not to, I mean, that’s how he gets on the staff's good side, by making free portraits for teachers and having them hung in the halls. 

But back to your point. You kept seeing him, whether it be just passing by, or talking to your friends like he’d known them since forever. He was so charismatic and charming and on top of that he was funny and insanely kind when he wanted to be. Dimples lined his acne prone cheeks as he had made another one of your friends, Yoshida— also charming, in that unnerving, ominous way, insanely smart but pretty sarcastic and sassy for a man; marine science major— laugh. He was spreading within your friend group like a common cold and it started to piss you off, especially because you were one of the last people he’d off-handily invite to one of his parties on Friday, well actually, he hadn’t even invited you himself. Yoshida had to invite you for him, to his party? You’d been told he was impromptu but this was a whole new level of bullshit. 

So the week went on, you’d keep seeing him. He’d nervously make eye contact then evert them just as quick if he found another pair of eyes meet his. You wondered if he’d do that with anyone else, if his auburn-brown eyes met others with confidence, why’d he treat you so differently? You really shouldn’t care, and besides, you barely know him— but it feels like a bad joke no one's letting you in on, anyone would question that, right?

Once Friday afternoon rolls around and you’re ending your last few classes, Asa— another close friend, wants to be a librarian so she “doesn’t have to speak to people for the rest of her life”;her words not mine, writes essays for people monday through wednesday for 10 bucks a paragraph (get that bag girl); Computer science major— offers to walk you home because surprise, surprise, she was also invited. Does he even know her? She would never go to a party, nonetheless one of his?! 

“So, are you going? To the party I mean—“

”I know what you meant, Asa. I’m not sure, gimme some time to think about it.”

She rolls her eyes, the only woman she’d give attitude to is you, and possibly Yoru—known as “the better sister” compared to Asa. I think if I were related to Yoru I’d be depressed all the time too. She has a major in International Affairs, and no, no one really knows what that means. The twins are polar opposites, which makes sense that Yoru’s going to the party as well. 

“Geez, someone’s grumpy. Did ‘Shida call you fat again?” Asa asked, because of course she did.

”NOT FUNNY YOU ASS.”                                  

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The decision was eating you alive, in all honesty. Which really wasn’t a big deal in the long run, and he probably won't even notice you’re there, but you need the break, and you’ve gotten all your homework done, what’s the harm?

Turns out, there was a lot of harm, actually. You enter the full building with blaring purple lights and even louder house music. You wont lie, whoever the DJ was had some bangers. You see Aki talking to Makima— a very intimidating psychology research assistant, with scarily good grades, “perfect-pretty-girl” personality, and even better looks. You didn’t want to interrupt their intellectual conversation, so your eyes landed on the blond that you just couldn’t shake off. He kept glancing at the door like he was waiting for someone, or maybe something? You weren’t entirely sure. The minute his eyes met yours his shoulders shot up and the drink he was barely nursing spilt on Aki’s vintage wood floors.

Shit.

His eyes left yours to inspect the damage and it wasn't too much, but definitely a problem for dancers or walkers who had no idea where they were going. He set off to the kitchen, getting bombarded by a group who invited him to dance, he declined, then drunk party goers that thanked him for the invitation, this guy couldn’t catch a break it seemed, and you found that amusing. Which is why you followed him, there isn’t any other reason.

Once you both reach the kitchen he looks for wet wipes and a new drink, which you learned was punch, wasn’t even spiked which surprised you even more as to how he deals with all this sober.

”Denji.” You called out loud enough so he could hear

”augh!— fuck, uh— hey, hi.” I guess you startled him. Brow raised and arms crossed you ask why he had invited you in the first place, seemingly out of nowhere, and you needed another topic instead of ‘hey did you do the homework… oh yea I could give you the answers I guess.’

“Oh yeah!—“ pauses to close the fridge so you could look at him fully , and he sure as hell doesn’t tower over you, but he’s tall. You could add that to the list of traits he unknowingly has.

”It’s ‘cause I think you’re real cute and I wanted to get to know you and your friends a lil’ better.” He smiles bashfully and silently offers you a drink by tilting his red cup towards you.

”I mean, jus’ lookin’ at ‘cha, I don’t really think you’d be inta guys like me— but I swear if you give ya boy Denji a chance I won’t disappoint! Honest!”      

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a/n; short ass chapter 🫩 but i’m just world building so hey, it’ll get more exciting I promise. I’m not sure if this will do well but I like it so far so…

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ MDNI | fem black coded reader | word count; 500 |

You sat on Denji’s lap facing him. He noted your lips tasted like cupcakes somehow though it might’ve been the slightly sticky lipgloss coating your lips, and it reeled him in more. He was far too desperate, too needy, too demanding in wanting all of you. Usually you wouldn’t mind— hell— you’d encourage it, but you’d told him in advance not to try any funny shit tonight because you had a dinner to go to and you had to be on time.

As you’d assume, he tried it. But you weren’t having any of it.

”Ji, what’d I tell you.. hm? You ask for an inch— you take a mile baby..”

”When ya talk to me like that, what’dya expect me to do, huh— You’re way too damn fine bae”

You scoff, rolling your pretty eyes just the way he likes. 

“You’re annoying, Ji, get off, I got places to be.”

“Nah, no way, not when you look that good, not a chance..”     

 The throbbing need between his thighs got harder and harder to ignore, you could feel the warmth of him through his shorts, though you had to stay strong; you felt his tongue invade your mouth letting him taste the inside of your mouth as his hands dug into the fat of your hip. It was getting harder by the second to leave.

“mhm— jus’ lemme have it—“ his moans weren’t helping the situation either. So you gave yourself two options, do as he says, and be an hour late to dinner— or, show him that you stand on nothing but business, and some options in life were just easy.

You disconnected the messy make out to meet flushed, tan skin. Acne scars prominent from his youth and dimples barely showing, he seems awfully proud of himself, but isn’t it your job to humble the Chainsaw Man? 

Acrylic nails meet his mouth rather than your lips and his tongue is taken in between your pointer and thumb. “Didn’t I tell you not to try any funny shit tonight, Ji? Hm?” Every syllable he feels a tighter pressure around the wet muscle and you move his head in a nodding motion, because, well, he can’t talk. A groan follows from either pain or arousal, though, you’re not entirely sure. You hated reprimanding your pretty blond, but he looked so good with his tongue out, ready to take whatever you give him, secretly he wanted this. Wanted you to be a little rough with him, wanted his ass handed to him for being an attention seeking brat, because to him, any attention from his pretty girlfriend was good attention. 

Drool pooled in his lap and he felt his sharp teeth digging into the muscle, sensing his discomfort you let go. He stared at you with—wide eyed, speechless and blushing, and why is his tongue still out..

”Sorry ma'am, won’t happen again. Uh—think I jus’— uhm.. came, sorry…”

”Denji, what the fuck.”                                                   

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Izuku hcs; mdni

wc; 521

Izuku really enjoys holding you up on the wall and fucking you with the ability of his own strength. He finds it attractive when you're all quiet and flustered— it makes his heart ache!

Izuku has an amazing pain tolerance. Tug his hair, leave scratches on his back, do it all— he doesn't mind. If anything, it turns him on even more. The blur of pain and pleasure mixing into a disgustingly mind-numbing climax, fuck. He'd moan into your mouth as he paints your tight walls with his cum and wrap your hand around his neck in a delicious squeeze that allows him to breathe just enough.

Yes, we all know Izuku would use black whip on you in the bedroom. He loved when you were tied up, helpless, and at his mercy, but have you ever thought about how he'd use Fa Jin? Throughout the day, you'd notice how he's a bit more... antsy?

He'd tense his muscles under his button-up as his restless thigh bounced beneath his slacks, which hugged his thighs, oh, so well; you wondered why until later that night. When Zuku's fingers flexed and worked your sobbing hole open with his stored-up energy, coated in your warm juices as you spasmed all over him. His eager fingers scissor you open in quick thrusts, with black-framed glasses falling lower on his sweat-ridden face.

He talks you through it— no surprise there. He's just too sweet and kind, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. And he's so nervous about it, too; it's adorable! Don't get me started on how vocal he is, too... "So warm, baby, so perfect— augh.. jus' like that.." "Do you feel good, angel? Does it— huff—does it feel good.." "Jus' sit 'n take it, pretty baby, know you can." "Needta' cum.. please let me— please baby?" And how can you say no to your needy boy?

If Izuku is anything, he's resilient. He'll let you edge him for hours on end, his fists cupping the sheets, they almost tear— and the edges of his gorgeous green eyes brimming with tears that hit his freckles just right. He wanted you to use him, bring him to the cusp of pleasure, then swiftly take it away just as quick. He wanted your smaller fingers wrapping around his cock, massaging his balls, and bringing your thumb to toy with the slit on his sensitive head, only to bring him back down from his high and start all over again— because god, he knows you'll never leave him panting and needy, cock wet from his own precum... but he can only pray you'll be a little nicer tonight.

an; HI!! I am SO sorry for the small hiatus, I'll try to work on asks in a bit, just give me time!!

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