READ AND FALL IN LOVE LIKE I DID

READ AND FALL IN LOVE LIKE I DID ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

18+ MDNI (all content belongs to me @mosesa )

content warnings at beginning of each work, usually all F!reader unless otherwise specified, no csm spoilers in any of these rn, heart for favs

The Texas Pussy Massacre (monster fucking) ♡

Sitting on his face (smut)

Denji x codependent gf reader one shot

Denji x clingy gn! reader drabble

Sassy bf Denji hcs

More bf Denji hcs ♡

denji bf hcs part 3

Denji sucking ur tits while ur sleeping drabble (smut)

Hayakawa household smokes weed hcs

Study Sessions (semi public sex) ♡

Asking Denji to hit u in bed (smut)

Pussy magnet Denji x reader

Denji x shy reader one shot (smut)

Denji x gyaru girlfriend fluff

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And my Aki works:

Aki hayakawa bf hcs ♡

Aki bf hcs p2

Aki x shy reader hcs

Plus my 2 Armin drabbles lol

Drunk armin does ur skincare fluff

Condescending bf armin helps u @ bank

REQUESTS:

I take a while to get to them but I appreciate them!! & I might change the prompt around or not do it if I’m super not into it,, but no judgement or kinkshaming,, i’m down to write dc, fluff or anything in between 💘

TAGGING

AO3

I had no idea, may God be his healing guide❤️🥺🤲🏽 praying for his recovery and health

I hate when people who say "RIP Kentaro Miura" then turn around and insult Hunter x Hunter's release schedule. Togashi's chronic pain from lumbago is well known, so there is no excuse for expecting him to give his body and quality of life to draw us comics on a grueling schedule.

I would rather HxH never come back than Togashi suffer to bring it to us. Manga artists deserve to live and thrive like everyone else. Miura is gone and so many like him die young. But Togashi is an example of how stories like Miura's should have ended. Life comes before manga, always.

Let's appreciate the new chapters without forgetting that the only reason we can get them is that Togashi is taking care of his health.

Black women, reblog and put in the tags how you like to style your hair. 

this is my beloved 💜

I really can’t accept it’s over but look how fine my husband looks like OML🧎‍♀️

THIS 💓💓💓

[4:35 PM] DENJI HAYAKAWA

summary: Denji is touch starved and just wants someone who actually loves him for him.

Denji lies alone in his bed. He always finds himself alone if he really thought about it. Loneliness consumed him like a plague, and it’s not like it was by choice. Most of his days he curses the world for making his life so hard.

He never really asked for much. He wasn’t picky or ungrateful. He did the best with what he had and what he got. He never complained either. If there was ever one chance for him to be selfish about something. He’d choose love.

He wonders what it’s like to be loved by someone. Maybe some people love him. The only people that’d come to mind weren’t around anymore so he never counts it. He also wondered if his perception of love was correct. It’s just he’s never known how, he needed that someone to show him how to love. Not take him for all his worth and leave with it. He hated people like that, he hated people for being so selfish, he hated how naive he was, hated how his love never seemed like enough.

Now Denji could say everything changed when he met you. Yet he didn’t want to admit it. He couldn’t bother getting attached again. For someone who hates to think, you made him overthink a ton.

He’s seen it all. The soft smiles you’d send him, to the loud laughing at his non-funny jokes. Or the way you complimented him, to the way you’d take any opportunity to touch him. He’s not saying these things don’t give him butterflies. They do, he just tries too hard to reject it.

You’ve pursued Denji for a while and it honestly seems suspicious to the poor boy. Thinking you’ve been around too long with only good intentions, he’s not used to it and only assumes the worst out of it. He’s not good with words either, so it’s hard for you to pick up that he’s had some rough “relationships”. He sees himself in you, all these days you spend your time giving him your love.

Denji is convinced that every pretty girl he’s come across is a spawn of satan. Yet he feels so different when he's with you, he doesn’t know if what he’s feeling is right but his heart yearns for you. So when you finally get the courage to profess your love to him, he thinks maybe you are different. He’s never had a girl actually tell him they loved him. They’d only take advantage of his horny fantasies and use them against him. (Not saying he regretted some of those things) Yet, you pointed out things he hadn’t even known about himself. You saw through his flaws and were patient with him.

Denji lays in his bed, but this time he isn’t alone. You’re right beside him, matching his shallow breaths. You hold his hand as you guys lay within proximity. Your guy's foreheads touch as your other hand moves a strand of hair from his eyes, tracing his features. Denji closes his eyes, basking in the feeling of your soft lips placing pecks all over his face.

He no longer curses the world for making his life so hard.

Yet he smiles at the thought of being able to finally know how it feels to be loved by someone.

© 2022 k0za — do not repost, translate, modify or copy my work.

um um um may i request denji and face sitting because ummm um um

YOU MAY (look at him in glasses, @akicore & i are going insane--ALSO thx for betaing, lover)

cw: AFAB reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, he calls u baby once, strength kink, Minors DNI, 1.2 k word... m.list

“I’m nervous, Denji.”

“For me?” he leans his head forward, eyes all big and innocent while they bore into you, “Why? Don’t get it.” 

You play with his fingers in your lap, focusing your attention on them instead of returning his eye contact when you respond, “What if I break your nose?”

One side of his mouth curls up at that, like he’s holding in a laugh. “My nose? Baby you could kill me ‘nd I wouldn’t be mad.” 

You frown while he lays down, getting cozy with his head on a pillow, still smirking while he pats his mouth comically—an invitation. When you don’t move from your place on the end of the bed, he lifts his head to look at you.  

“...I was kidding. You wouldn’t really kill me. I’ll be okay.”

He lays his head back down when you start moving, unable to hold back a blush when you slowly crawl up over him, hesitating once you’re straddling his chest. His warm hands are quick to hook around your thighs. 

“You’re really pretty,” Denji mumbles, his eyes trailing down your body, catching on your breasts, and he makes a mental note to focus on those later. They follow your curves down, settling on your lacy little panties—his mouth waters and his cock twitches.

His hands slide up to thumb over your hip bones while you hover in front of his chin, “come closer, please.”

He lifts his head up when you finally scoot forward, still hovering, to kiss the inner crease at your thigh, chuckling when you buck your hips lower towards his touch. His laugh is contagious, it has you giggling, too, up above him. But still you hover. 

“Are you scared m’gonna bite you?” His lips move against your thigh while he speaks—it tickles.  

“No! Denji, I’m… still worried I’ll suffocate you.” You push your fingers through his hair, gripping at its roots.

“Wish ya would,” you think you hear him murmur, pulling you lower till he doesn’t have to crane his neck to taste you. First he licks the wet spot on your underwear, lapping at your juices and moaning before flattening his tongue, dragging it up to your clit to suck lightly through the fabric. You’re already tugging his hair, leaning more and more of your weight onto his face and rocking, occasionally lifting a bit when you remember your self-control. But after you lift one too many times, Denji’s fingers tighten around your thighs, holding you close with an ironclad grip—making you squirm.

It’s not long before Denji’s had enough of the thin garment blocking his way, pulling it to the side aggressively with his thumb so he can finally lick you how he wants. Which you quickly realize is mercilessly. Like he’s hungry—starved for something only your pussy can satiate, drinking you in like he’s dehydrated. It is intense. He eats with reverence, slurping loud and humming in appreciation, his tongue swimming laps between your hole and your clit before focusing there, suctioning on till you see stars.

Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t sync up in time to react to his movements—to these sensations. You’re all broken moans and shudders, the only thing consistent is the way you pull his hair.

At this point you’ve forgotten your hovering plan or why it mattered, letting your full weight fall upon his lips and his tongue—and Denji is ecstatic. It doesn’t take long for his treatment to become sloppy, for his fingers to dig into your flesh as he assaults your nerves, drool dripping out the corner of his mouth. You cum quickly and easily—your brain turning to mush as you convulse around his tongue—eventually having to pull away at the overstimulation. You start climbing off of him, exerting way more energy than usual with your tired muscles, but Denji stops you, asking “Where are you goin’?” as he shoves sweaty hair out of his face and licks his stained lips.  

Your eyes widen when you process his implication—he wasn’t finished??

“You’re not… done?”

His eyes crinkle incredulously—like it should be obvious. “No?” Then his eyebrows shoot up, “Unless—did you want me t’be?”

Your voice is meek when you answer, shaking your head quickly, “No… I want you to keep going.”

Denji’s only response is a shit-eating grin and a tug of your waist—guiding you back to his mouth. 

Only you catch yourself, holding back. 

“Wait… ‘M really sensitive—” Denji can tell, his eyes can’t stop drifting to your thighs and how they shake as you try to hold yourself up. “---Dunno if I can -hic- take it.”

Denji slides his hands to your hips, furrowing his brows but managing to lift you a bit and lessen the tremble in your thighs, you gasp at his raw strength—mouthing a wow.

“I’ll be really super gentle,” he says, his tone and face sweet as he meets your eyes, “Promise.”

You bite your lip while your heart seems to melt in your chest, whispering a kay while you let him lower you back down—not even phased as he carefully rips open the middle of your panties for easier access this time.

He wasn’t lying about being more gentle, as he begins by softly lapping up your previous release, swallowing every last drop—immediately making you twitch on top of him. His tongue is lazy this time, eating you slow and savoring the taste. The sticky noises your pussy makes against his mouth echo through the room—and Denji wishes he could record them. He’ll have to make do with a memory for now—a memory of the messy wet sound on top of your sweet panting—it’d be enough to make him cum untouched if he wasn’t trying so hard to save it. 

This time Denji’s letting you set the pace, his arms merely assisting the rock of your hips while mouth licks and sucks to your rhythm.

You’re worked up quickly, and when you meet his hazy eyes, his gaze is blissed-out and adoring—unleashing fresh butterflies in your tummy before you have to look away. The heat in  your chest is almost overwhelming paired with the heat between your legs—you won’t last looking at him like that.

But you want to, you never want this feeling to end—you never want to stop feeling Denji’s attentiveness or his eagerness. Which is why you try pulling away lightly, slowing down your approaching orgasm, trying to save this feeling for as long as possible. But then Denji’s repeating a toe-curling motion with his tongue against your clit, before fucking you with it, spreading your ass with his hands and pushing your body onto his taste buds so your clit is riding his nose.

He only has to repeat the motion a few times before you’re cumming without warning—almost overwhelmingly as you feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, pulling Denji’s hair almost painfully.

Not that he minds—your orgasm and your reactions are enough to send Denji over the edge with you, never ceasing the steady pumping of his tongue while he makes a mess in his pants. You can barely think by the time your orgasm fades, barely summoning the strength to lift yourself off of Denji’s face—his hands stop you before you can all the way.

He’s panting and his voice is thick when he asks, “Can I give you another?”

Just a lil drabble this week I have another for tmrw or thurs… I’m working on another slightly longer Denji work for next week >:) (think soulmate au 👀) ALSO whoever asked for me to move stuff to ao3,, I’m working on it, some stuff's on there now the link is in masterlist ! …ps should I make a tag list would anybody be into that lmk