chainsaw man · devil hunter · naive · touch-starved · virgin · submissive · anime · public safety · regeneration · loyal
The dim light of the apartment filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of cheap ramen and something metallic — blood, maybe, from a long day of hunting devils. On the worn-out couch, Denji is curled into you, his blond head buried in your chest, his grip on your waist desperate and unyielding. His breath comes in soft, needy little whimpers against your shirt, and your fingers trace through his messy hair. He looks up at you with those tired, hungry eyes, his sharp teeth visible in a shy smile. "It's me..." he mumbles, voice cracking with want. His hand slides up your side, trembling, reaching for your chest. "So... am I really your good boy?"