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DENJI X MALE READER

Warnings yoshida , jealousy , kissing , bottom denji , tiny plot , reassurance , consent , blow job ,

You got paired up with Yoshida, Yoku and Asa for the devil hunting club. Kishibe thought it’d be a good idea for you to go to school with Denji, making it more challenging for people trying to find out who chainsaw man was.

It’s been weeks since first meeting Yoshida, hanging out with him everyday at school, even out of school hours sometimes.

Denji watched from afar, waiting on you to walk home together like always. Arms crossed, eyes squinted with his lips pursed.

He’d wish you’d just hurry up, the small laughs and friendly gestures you made after Yoshida would speak had him itching to walk off. He couldn’t be that funny.

After saying your goodbyes, you quickly jog over to Denji, greeting him with a soft smile then grabbing his hand beginning to walk. The same soft smile that Yoshida was beginning to see as well.

“Are you and Yoshida having sex?”

…

The question completely threw you off, stammering for a moment at how straightforward he was before bursting out into laughter.

“What?” You look away to continue giggling after seeing his stern serious face, now a little flushed at your unseriousness.

He groans. “You’re having sex!”

Looking at him in disbelief after you calm down and stop laughing in his face. “Are you for real?” You ask and now it was his turn to look away, snatching his hand from your hold.

“You only hang out with him! I’m right here, I’m your boyfriend!” He demanded, jealousy seething through. Sure you could have friends, he wasn’t a controlling asshole but he did want all your attention, not this guy who swooped in randomly.

Sighing you speak calmly. “I thought you liked him? Didn’t he take you to that cafe?”

Denji nods. “I got cake and uh- care.. cara- that crème thing!” He huffs, not being able to pronounce caramel.

You grab his wrist softly to pull him along, he complained the entire way; ranting how close Yoshida was, how he looked at you or spending too much time with each other.

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“Den, hey.” You stop him from walking away when stepping inside.

“I’m not cheating on you, I promise. Yoshida is just my friend and that’s all he’ll ever be.” You reassure him, his furrowed eyebrows have you leaving a peck on his nose and they soften just as you wanted.

His head sinks down after letting the words sink in. “Good cuz I’m better.” Denji replied swinging his head back up to grin, sharp teeth peaking through.

“Now since you’re sooo jealous about sex…” Dragging out your words, you lean in to kiss Denji’s lips, testing the waters before he reciprocates the action messily, pulling you toward yours bedroom as best as he could without tripping over his feet.

Once he laid down, your body hovering over his he averted his eyes, pinkness flooding his cheeks.

“What do you want me to do?” You question him peppering soft kisses on his jaw, listening to him stammer.

“Whatever you want.” He responds needy and too quickly, just wanting to be touched.

Shaking your head not pleased with his answer you hum. “Ah, not good enough.”

Refusing to touch him any further, Denji groans frustrated. Finally giving in, ignoring the warm feeling he felt everywhere throughout his body, being at your mercy while also forcing him to be in somewhat charge.

“I want… marks everywhere- on my neck.” He tilts his head giving you access to the soft sensitive skin.

With a sound of approval you dip down, starting with soft opened mouthed kisses, enjoying the way he arches up to be pressed against your body.

Easing into a faster pace, small bites and nibbles all around his flesh; sucking enough to leave a bruise then placing your soaked tongue over the spots you’ve abused just as he wanted.

Denji seemed to be enjoying the treatment, whines escaping that he tried to suppress, especially when you pulled back to look at your work. The cool air hitting his saliva coated and now bruising neck.

“You okay?”

Your boyfriend nodded, the tips of his ears now flooded with pink, any ounce of tension had disappeared with you making sure he’s alright. Something important to him even if he didn’t completely realize.

Denji lifted his hips when you started playing with the fabric, allowing you to push them down, his legs kicking them off to finish the job.

Both of your lips started to get sore and puffy, no complaints though especially with the dazed look and small smile that coated Denji’s face, his features scrunched together and lips parted after you slid your hands under his shirt just barley grazing over his nipples.

The change made you smirk, loving how sensitive he was when you play with his nubs, thumb and index finger gently twisting.

Whimpering he snatches your hand pushing it down to his bottom half, you weren’t sure if his goal was to land on his waist or dick so you simply hold yourself up by the mattress.

After taking a breath, taken back from his nipples hardening Denji’s grinds his hips into you, his cock rubbing against your thigh, humping into you like a complete mess.

While he chased the needed friction with the help of you occasionally moving your thigh in sync, you’d been groping yourself each time he’d let a breathy whine or groan out, feeling yourself twitch each time his cock pressed against you.

“Easy..” He started getting himself a little too worked up.

Your hands slow his movements, letting him catch his breath. He glared at you for ruining his almost high even if he was getting overstimulated. Gentle kisses scattered around his face and jaw, hands running down your toned back.

“Do you want my mouth somewhere else?” You murmur against his throat, wrapping your hand around his hard shaft, he nods frantically in response. “Yes- god yes.”

Jerking his body at your slow strokes, head tilted back one moment then sitting up to watch you slither down, more kisses landing down his torso until your lips make contact with his base.

He gripped the sheets beneath him when you licked the tip in small flicks, poor sensitive Denji who could’ve already came from kissing and grinding.

Your tongue left long stripes from the bottom to top, finally wrapping your lips around him, sucking gently.

He can’t keep quiet even if he tried, each time your wet tongue lapped up and down— the feeling of your soft lips made him cry out moans. He sounded pathetic and you enjoyed every second of it.

Keeping eye contact with him, even when his eyes clasped shut you loved seeing his expressions.

His thighs trembled, hips jerking forward making his hard length hit the back of your throat. One of his hands gripped your shoulder, the other holding your hand that you offered.

god you were all his, while your other hand rubs soft circles on his thigh with such gentleness he wasn’t accustomed too, a different contrast to your mouth.

Plus the mocking sympathetic look you had written all over your face as you felt him twitch against your tongue. It made him go over the edge, giving you a warning he’s about to come like you’d move away from him?

Of course not. You bobbed your head faster, bottoming out while ropes of cum hit your throat, adding an even more soaked mess than just your spit.

Denji groaned with a choked sob, eyes rolling back, biting his tongue, tensed body relaxing after you pulling away with a pop, whimpering at the cold air. Cum dripped down your chin, the rest swallowed, the sight had Denji ready for another round.

Both of you caught your breath, Denji a sweaty and overwhelmed mess. “You okay?” The question was panted out but also gentle, brushing his hair away from his forehead. Letting go of his hand to grab wipes.

Denjis sharp teeth peaked out once again, eyes lidded with a lazy but proud smirk on his lips. He hummed to answer your question.

“Mhm.”

loved it sooo much

“Art is dead and she killed it.”

malereader

billy loomis, stu macher, danny johnson, jiwoon hak

stalking , murder , perv danny , gifts , stu’s a cutie , could be read as gn reader , dbd killers before dbd

dannyjohnson would mess with you all of February, he does every month but February is special. make you all paranoid at nighttime when the sky’s littered with stars, he’d sneak in the backyard and make tiny sounds or movements on purpose. Palming himself through his black suit as he watches you at the back door, trying to convince yourself that you were just working yourself up! No silly, no one’s hiding in your lawn, no one’s going to sneak in at nighttime and watch your sleeping figure.

When Valentine’s Day comes around he’s at your door with a box of chocolates. You had to say yes, he’s been watching for so long, no one asked you out or to be their valentines, no one was talking to you like he’d let that happen.

You gladly took the chocolates inviting him in your home. Who would pass up on free chocolate? “You really didn’t have to buy me anything.” You smile, placing the red shaped box on the kitchen counter. He did though, he planned this months ago, calculated it perfectly all the way up to your answer.

stumacher would spoil you like crazy, sleek tins of chocolate, a plushie that reminds him of you, a handful of flowers that he picked from the soil around woodsboro. Each flower being perfect, majority being your favorite color. But he’d make sure no one would be planning to give you gifts or ask to be your valentines, with the help of Billy of course. Plus his gifts were far better!

He was so excited to give everything to you, dragging you upstairs to his bedroom showing you each piece and explaining the chocolate was high quality for his prince. There was gummies, suckers, candy bars and random things that he thought was very necessary for you. “Stu, this is so much.” You giggle, giving him a peck on the cheek then grabbing the plushie making it ‘kiss’ him as well.

Both of you watched my bloody valentine that night, You thought you’d end up having a stomach ache after all the sugar but Stu helped with that since he stole some of the candy throughout the movie.

billyloomis was insecure and scared that this guy would take his spot. He was going to ask you to be his valentines and Billy wouldn’t let that happen. This boy was getting too close, one day he even had the nerve to hang out at the water fountain with you guys! So a few days before the 14th him and Stu took a trip to his house, Stu called while Billy did the attacking. His chest stabbed and organs ripped out, a bloody mess. Billy did take one thing, his heart.

You found out when the only thing on the news was reporters talking about the murder of your friend. Of course you were upset, and this is exactly what Billy wanted, you wanting his comfort, he was all you needed after all.

The doorbell rung early, sun still rising. A heart shaped box sat on your porch, smiling bringing it inside to open it your smile was gone when a human heart looked back at you. After dealing with authorities and trying to wipe the vision from your mind Billy came over, giving you the pretty flowers picked out specifically to your likings. They smelled good, setting the vase in a pretty spot, the two of you laid in each others arms with Billy comforting you, a tiny grin etched on his lips when you couldn’t see.

jiwoonhak expects you to ask, who wouldn’t want to be Jiwoons valentine? Being his boyfriend, you’re constantly giving him attention like he doesn’t already have enough from his millions of fans. He gets all angry and judgmental when he feels you’re not focused on him enough. So when Valentine’s Day inches closer with every day and you still haven’t asked he gets irritated.

But he can’t act so impulsively, while you were in town he attempts to calm down listening to the recordings of a past victim of his, giggling to himself quietly as the screams remind him of when this was recorded and how he thrived. Maybe he should just take one of his fans out to be his valentine.

Closing the laptop when he hears you arrive home, muttering something to himself. “Jiwoon?” You call out, his face brightening up when he sees the flowers your holding. “You remembered.” He beams taking the vase into the kitchen.

You follow, running a hand through his slicked back hair while furrowing your eyebrows together. “Why would I forget.” You question, placing a pack of heart shaped marshmallows next to the flowers. He kisses the corner of your mouth in response.

| STUPID MAGAZINE

Pairing Denji x male reader

Summary Denji’s all pent up after he read a magazine and comes to you for help.

Warnings older reader , hand job , inexperienced Denji , lap sitting , Denji doesn’t last long , rubbing , gentle reader , size difference (?) , praise

Denji sat on your lap, feet dangling off the end of the sofa that was in your dim lit office, the room was quiet, the only sound being your soft breaths and Denjis rambling.

“It’s just - that stupid magazine!” He groans squirming his legs a little bit at the feeling of your hand rubbing soft circles on his thigh, slowly moving up to his inner.

He let out a relaxed sigh, “cmon’ I’ll help.” You tell him looking over his embarrassed expression.

He was all pent up, too inexperienced and nervous to do anything himself. His porno magazine got him all worked up so he came to you, he could always trust you! Whining and over exaggerating about how he’s been hard foreverrrr poor boy thought you could please his body, out of all the people he could’ve went to.

It made you grin, when he walked in your office with his eyebrows furrowed in stress, on the verge of tears and covering his crotch with his hands. As much as you loved seeing him like this you made him calm down, running your fingers through his hair murmuring you’ll make him feel good.

Denji nods waiting to be told what to do. “Lift up.” Gently tugging his pants down with his boxers just above his knees his hard cock springs out hitting his stomach. You wrap your hand around the flesh slowly stroking him, Denji was so sensitive he was already a whining mess, trying to keep quiet causing breathy moans to escape his lips.

He melts into you, head resting against your shoulder taking peaks at your hand and his sex. Pulling back to watch his face contort in pleasure, making sure he wasn’t in any discomfort you continue your steady pace of stroking.

Denji felt so much more comfortable in your embrace it felt so surreal to him. Around others that would get touchy with him, kiss or rub up against him without asking he got all tensed up and scared. With you it felt good, especially the size of your hand, bigger than his and the way it wrapped around his dick so perfectly. Your voice, stoic but comforting, talking him through everything you’re doing.

You run your thumb over his tip, precum oozing out, his thighs jerk at the sensation. Grip tightening every few strokes.

The way he grabs onto your shirt and nuzzles his face in your neck makes you slow down. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was about to cry or about to cum, maybe both. “Denji.” You say tilting his head away from you.

“Keep going!” He whines mad that you got so slow to almost stopping. With a scoff but grin you start your steady, faster pace of stroking until his legs start to tremble. His hand grips on your shirt and arm so hard you were sure there would be nail markings. He squeezes his eyes shut when he ejaculates on his stomach, some getting on his thighs and your hand.

Pumping your hand up and down still, coating his dick in his fluids. Denji lets out a strangled whimper tugging on your wrists feeling oh so overwhelmed and sensitive.

No, you weren’t expecting him to last long but you also weren’t expecting him to want more. Denji felt your bulge press against his ass through your pants. He knew he couldn’t take you just yet, soon he would though and oh did he look forward to it.

Reaching over to wipe the cum off your hand Denji shakes his hand pulling you back into him. “‘m more.” Tilting your head with a small grin thinking if he could take anymore. “Yeah?” You question grabbing his dick again already slick with cum.

He groans trying to roll his hips into your hand, your free hand holding his hips down, forcing him to take your slower pace. “y/n… faster!” He grumbles throwing his head back then rolling it to rest on you. Feeling his cock twitch against your palm it was obvious he wasn’t lasting much longer.

Keeping the slow pace that felt like torture to Denji you start rolling your hips getting the sweet friction from Denjis ass. You had the same thoughts as he did. You knew he couldn’t take it but oh he would soon, and you were looking forward to it.

“You’re doing so good handsome” Closing his eyes at your praise you leave gentle kisses on his eyelid… then nose… then corner of his mouth.

Your lips lingered on his skin, he wanted to stay right here, with your arms holding him all the time. “When— when can we” Denji trails off getting lost in the feeling of your hand. “When what baby?” You ask already knowing what he’s about to bring up.

His hair tickles your chin when he nestles into your chest. “Ugh can we do more?” Denji huffs out. Kissing the top of his head you nod. “When you’re ready.”

You pump your hand up and down quicker making him moan arching his back. His stomach tenses all up as he cums once again on your hand, still stroking him through his high, chest heaving, a sweaty mess and small whines.

Johnny Sawyer thoughts wowoeeww

Warnings kidnapping/held captive (!), gn reader, blood, blade/knife, possessiveness, readers tied up, predator/prey, violence

Johnny who ties you up on the floor of his shack eyeing you like prey. His gaze feels intimidating and humiliating, making you feel small. He slowly walks toward you, you scoot back until your back is tightly pressed against the wall. His hand slowly pulling his knife out carelessly pointing it at you just to see you squirm.

Johnny who doesn’t let his family hurt you, only he can do that. Hitchhiker snuck in his shack taking pictures of you while stabbing you with a dirty blade. You sobbed and yelled at nubbins just making him laugh and hop around excitedly. Johnny forcefully opened his shack door, anger coated on his face grabbing his brothers camera breaking it making nubbins upset threatening to tell Drayton, it looked like he could kill the other man if he wanted, roughly pushing him and grabbing his knife waving it around ushering him out of his shack.

Johnny who lets you clean him up after a kill. Eyes intensely watching your face not even glancing at what your hands are doing. A rag with warm water on it that turnt cold too quickly, rubbing gently at the blood scattered around him, not wanting to be too rough and him get angry. Even if he was relaxed currently under your touch he was unpredictable.

Johnny who lets you sleep on his bed when it gets cold. At first he didn’t even give you anything to cover up with, finally after you complained to him he tossed you a thin blanket. Luckily it didn’t get freezing in Texas like other places but it was still cold, definitely not warm enough to be on the floor. One night he tied your ropes to his bed frame, sitting you against the wall trapping you between it and him. A threat before he laid next to you laying a strong arm over your waist making sure his favorite victim wouldn’t escape. First night you haven’t shivered and had a good sleep. When it starts to get warmer outside he still lets you sleep with him, it becoming a normal thing.

Based off his voice line "yeah!! that's it hit me."

Johnny who loves when you try and fight back. He started getting upset with you when you started behaving, missing your frisky actions and words. When you slapped him across the cheek, or when you kicked at him not letting him get close which didn’t last long. When you would throw punches to his jaw, nose, around his face and torso leaving bruises. He smirked, a tent growing in his jeans with each throbbing pain you left behind.

Pairing Toji Fushiguro x Male reader

Summary tojis leg days pay off 🤞🏽

Warnings top reader, slight feminization, frotting, thighs thighs thighs ,

You pull away from Toji a string of saliva connecting between each others lips before it falls on your chin. “Turn around baby.” You tell him twirling his body so his back is against your chest.

He whines feeling your hands grip at his muscular but soft skin thighs. “Leg day will pay off, yeah?” You question kissing his nape. Pushing your boxers down letting your hard cock spring out he backs up spreading his thighs apart for you.

“Fuck… gnna’make you cum with my thighs” Toji mumbles out, you put your dick in between his thighs making him close around you starting to buck his lower half back and fourth. “Be patient.” You grunt squeezing his hips making him slow his movements.

You give your self a few strokes before pulling him onto you, slowly moving your hips feeling his strong thighs engulf your length. Your forehead rests on his shoulder and he turns his head trying to nuzzle into you. Running your hand up his side giving his chest a squeeze making him glare at you. They were so huge they could be a woman’s.

Toji closes his eyes lolling his head back when you start to go faster. “Keep going.” He whines and you run your fingers through his hair brushing it back and away from his sweaty forehead. The feeling of his muscles retracting and relaxing was too much but so good.

Your fast pace made his knees weaken after a minute, sitting down on your lap a soft sigh escaping your lips. Toji grabs his dick pressing it down making your dicks rub against each other when you thrust into his thighs. Tojis skin was all wet from your pre.

He let small moans and groans out each time your dick hit his, the cold air hitting his shaft but warmness in between his skin made him bite on his lip hard, drool falling around the scar on the corner of his mouth. He grabbed onto you from behind him when you rolled your hips wanting to cum so bad.

“Mmm- can I cum y/n..” he asked you like the good boy he is. You slow your movements at his words denying his request. “Ah ah not yet.” You cooed caressing his stomach. Toji let out a scoff irritated you stopped. “Why?!” He raised his voice making you roll your eyes.

Reaching around you wrap your hand around his cock gently stroking glancing at his face that softened but furrowed his eyebrows together. His face looked adorable, mouth parted and eyes focused. You start gliding your cock through his thighs again, little sounds of approval coming from Toji. The thrusts were swift, easily sliding through from the wetness but having to put more pressure when Toji started squeezing his thighs.

Your hand was still on Tojis dick, stroking both of you when you pushed forward. “You can come Ji.” You husked out thrusting quicker, feral even. Eventually cumming all over his thighs, a hand stopping any from dripping down. Toji arched his back tensing his thighs up he came on your hand, lewd wet sounds with you and the other man’s cum mixed together on his soft flesh.