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denjirv · 2 years

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◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡ Pretty Girl! ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌

Denji gets in touch with his feminine side in a interesting way

⏤͟͟͞͞☆A/N: Fun fact I love it when guys aren't afraid to be in touch with their feminine side ❤️

CW are just of sub!Denji, GN reader, Blowjob, Dacryphilia, minor edgeing with some genderplay with a main focus of femmenization (but not force cause liking girly things are completely normal and should never be looked down upon 👍🏼) “Bleh this tastes awful!” Denji smacked his lips tasting the lip gloss that you were putting on his lips. The misleading pink and sweet smelling gloss coating his lips as he wipes it with the sleeve of his arm. “You know when it says it’s ‘strawberry flavored’ it doesn't mean literally?” You snicker watching your boyfriend pout as he crosses his arms. “Well I don’t get it! It tastes nasty but it makes you look so kissable!” He won’t lie, ever since he noticed you starting to doll up more on your dates he’s been nonstop kissing you. Partly because he wants your marks all over him and he gets to show it off, but seeing how invested and how pretty your makeup look he wanted to try it Though not saying it out loud cause “it’s weird for guys to be into that stuff”. Or that’s what he hears from the men he was surrounded with growing up. But there was that look Denji had, the kind that his eyes are wanting something. “Denji I’m not gonna let you eat thi-” “Could you do my makeup?” Denji’s face grew red watching you stop your sentence midway. He felt the pink on his cheeks grow more of a rogue red as he stayed silent. “Oh really? I mean sure but you have to stay still”. Denji blinked confused, tilting his head as he stared at you almost in disbelief of your nonchalant behavior. “Wait really? But like, isn't that super weird?” He was really trying to wrap his head around it. It shouldn’t take that much brain power but he’s looking at you like you just said some complicated math equation. “I mean some people might think so but who cares! As long as you’re happy then fine by me” You patted your lap as you grabbed your makeup brushes. “Here, come sit” And like a dog he moves over to sit on your lap. Luckily he wasn’t too heavy so you were able to not let your leg fall asleep too soon. “Hmmm, well you choose what color you want me to do” Out lay was selections of colorful palettes all with different kinds of vibrate and sometimes glittery colors. But as Denji was struggling to pick his fingers point to the pink rosey color. “That one maybe, it’s pink like your lip gloss…and I think it’ll match!” Your heart must’ve skipped a beat cause he’s actually trying to put in effort of what he wants to use. “Good choice, babe!” You perk up before cheerfully dabbing the brush onto the color. “Close your eyes ok? I don’t want any dust in your eyes” Screwing his eyes shut you giggle, covering your mouth at how silly he looks you gently rub his cheek with your free thumb “Relax babe, I can’t see what i'm working with if your eyelids are all shriveled up” Denji was getting more nervous as he relaxed his face. Your soft touch helps him loosen up as you start putting on his eye shadow. It compliments his skin well as you watch him react to the feathery touch of the brush with a twitching lip. “I know it tickles but this is nothing compare to later on” Eyeliner will be a bitch to handle with but you want him to feel pretty like you so you continue with adding more eyeshadow. “Alright and you want me to add glitter too?” You pointed the brush at the sparkly white powder as Denji’s eyes lit up. “Yes, do it!!” He was getting all giddy which was great. He’s warming up now as once again he closes his eyes but this time you notice his more content smile as you put it on him. He was starting to look cuter, and ever so kissable. Trial and error later with you trying to get Denji to not laugh when you start doing his eyeliner. But the end result was perfect as you showed him what he’d looked like “Woah…that’s me? I look…like a girl!” Denji wasn’t sure how he should feel since the way you did his makeup was something he wasn't too sure how to feel. He liked it but there was a tickling feeling in his stomach that might’ve left him breathing shakily. “You ok?” You looked at him worried, does he not like it? Denji’s leg was squirming around as he looked at himself more in the mirror. It was seriously fucking with his mind. It’s just him yet he felt something off about the way his face suddenly looked more femmenine. His eyes admiring the small details of his makeup he didn’t feel your hands around his waist. “What don’t tell me, I awakened something in you did I?” You would laugh but if it wasn’t for the fact that he does look rather appetizing with his shy blush and his hand covering his bulge. “Shh shhh don’t be shy now, here let me ease you up a little” You start to move your hand to his cock from under his shorts as he bit his lower lip once he felt your soft hands gently stroking his tip. “F-Fuck Y/N you feel so good..” He starts to lean into your touch as his mind was fighting back on letting you touch him in his embarrassing state but lust overpowers his thoughts. He lays against you as he watches his cock get stroked by you. “Love it when I jerk your pretty girl cock hm?” Girl cock? Denji looked confused as he was trying to get words out in between whimpers. “Girl? Hhhgh- But I’m a boy” He looked up at you with cloudy eyes, his blush never leaving his cheek as he kept on stuttering each word. “ But I’m a boy! N-Not a girl…” He protested rather weakly as you pulled a high pitch whine out of him once he felt a pressure on his leaking tip. With your fingers you trace along his slit as he leaned back further against you. His head whips back as he feels you squeeze his shaft. “Such a sweet girl, her cock is making her feel so weird” Cooing against his red tipped ears as he looks down, gasping with each stroke you make. You can feel his poor cock twitching with each word you tease him with and with how inconscient your pacing is. “Please let me cum! I’I can’t take it anymore” He starts to sound desperate as his chest rises and falls. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” You feigned innocence as when he was starting to go over the edge you stop and watch his eyes look up in disappointment as he lets out a groan. “Pleaseeee please please! Just make me cum already I-I’ll be good I swear!” Denji was starting to tear up as his cheeks were subtly wet from tears that escaped from his cloudy eyes. “Then say it, baby. Say that you’re my good girl” You rested your hand on his shaft as you listened to his incohesive whining. “B-But I feel dirty saying that” His soft pink lips pout when he thinks about that word, he hated how his cock twitched to the thought. But it felt weird saying it, then again he thought- If you want him to say it then that must mean it’s ok. With trembling lips and eyes getting wet with his tears he speaks up shyly. “P-P…Please let your good…good” He was trailing off when he saw how your hand started to agonizingly go up and down his shaft. “Hmm? My good what now?” You smile ever so sweetly to him. Encouraging him to keep going as he closes his eyes before taking a deep breath. “Please let your good girl cum please!” His face scrunches when he feels your hand suddenly stop. He made sure he was loud enough so why did you stop? ‘I'm so glad to hear, my pretty girl” You giggled seeing his grumpy face when you teased him with the nickname. He was about to scold you before suddenly gasping when you bent down to suck his cock instead. “Wha- wait wait this is too much!!” He tries to pull your head up but you keep bobbing your head with his tip. His chest heaving and his mascara was running with how much tears there were Pink eyeshadow and eyeliner melting from the tears as a stream of black falls over his cheek. He was gasping and his legs were starting to squirm. “Gghhhh please I-I’m gonna cum! Y-You’re pretty girl is gonna cum–!!” Before you could prepare your throat his cock throbbed before shooting its hot salty load into your mouth. Followed by Denji’s greedy hands pushing your head down. Crying so pathetically with a high pitched squeal he keeps your head still. Even though you needed to breathe you kept drinking every last drop that made him start sobbing. “Ok t-that’s enough!! I-I’m lettin go!!” He placed his hands onto the sheet cover as you kept overstimulating his cock. After a minute of suck you pull away and look at Denji’s messed up makeup that’s now left marks on the bed. His body was shaking and his cock was limp against his thighs. “So how’s that for an awakening?” You flop onto the bed as Denji follows suit. His face red and his hair disheveled as he turns to you. “Felt weird but I kinda like it…it feels pretty good having this on you know? I feel hot!” He laughed as you gently pushed his arm, laughing along with him. “Is that way you keep your makeup on sometimes when we have se-”. You kissed his mouth while he spoke. “Ok how about we get some rest and maybe later I’ll practice more makeup stuff on you how bout that?” “Say less!” He was back to being giddy again even with his soul sucked and having to call himself a girl for you. He switches so quick if it means he gets more quality time with you

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la-principessa-della-squadra · 4 days

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Musketeers AU-

Bucci gang x fem/reader-part 1

Tw: HISTORICAL INACCURANCE.

Summary: Princess Y/n is running away from an arranged marriage with a man named Doppio.

The King Diavolo orders his faithful Musketeers Bruno and Abbacchio to find your secret refuge. Helped by their team-mates ( Fugo, Narancia, Mista, Giorno), they will do anything in their power to catch you.

"L’abbiamo trovata, signore!L’abbiamo trovata!!"

(We found her, captain! We found her!!)

“Quant’è vvera a Maronna! Fermati Ghirga!!"

(Stop running Ghirga! You’ll kill us both!)

The voice of a boy echoed into the rocca, excited as his approaching footsteps

“Fermati, Cap ‘e cazz.”

(Stop, you fool.)

A young lad with a cascade of messy blonde hair caught the frantic boy by the scruff before he could erupt into the royal guard office.

“UE PANNACOTTA!MA IO T’ACCID-”

(HEY PANNACOTTA!I’M GONNA CUT Y-)

Pannacotta, that was his name, quickly confiscated the crumpled document from the sticky fingers of his team mate, urgently knocking with his free hand so he could both hide the verbal assault and inform the captain of their arrival.

“Avanti.”

“Come in.”

Fortunately, the commotion was covered by the sound of two fencers' blades colliding with each other. Once they opened the door to Bucciarti's office, the two found him sitting at a very long table in the back of the room, carefully observing two young men practicing the art of the sword.

To be more precise, that wasn’t just Bucciarati’s office, the place was used as an armory and, consequently, a sala d’arme. To further confirm this theory, there was a huge tapestry hanging behind the captain’s back, depicting a knight killing a huge serpent with a sidesword.

Golden but faded letters embroidered in the whool recited “Sala D’Arme Achille Marozzo”.

The room also did have long wooden tables at each side, which meant people were more than willing to grab a quick bite between a sword match and another.

In fact, tenente (lieutenant)

Abbacchio was eating a small and yellowish polenta with both feet crossed over an empty chair.

He was visibly resting while also never giving his back to the captain, which made him look a little bit crooked in his position and also not totally comfortable.

Well, has this man ever felt comfortable in his life?

Pannacotta was not sure.

Meanwhile, the two fencing lads, Giovanna and Mista, were putting on a real show and since they were both newbies, they attacked and never defended themselves.

This made Abbacchio frown in annoyance and reluctantly turn his sight to the meal.

Contrary to Bucciarati, Abbacchio was wearing only half of his musketeer uniform, his soubreveste and hat were abandoned on a near chair a long time ago. However, his authority kept speaking volumes even when half dressed.

“Nzerra chella port.”

“Close the door.”

He gritted between his teeth, his voice deep enough to be heard between the clashing of the striscia.

Ghirga obeyed and swiftly followed his teammate, his eyes glued to the two schermidori as they carefully passed their presence.

Pannacotta solemnly handed the paper to captain Bucciarati.

“Si tratta di una testimonianza, signore. Ghirga l’ha udita e io ho avuto il piacere di trascriverla nei minimi dettagli.”

(it is a witness statement, captain. Ghirga heard it, and I had the pleasure of transcribing it in great detail.)

Bucciarati inspected the document. Raised his eyes and then frowned.

Eyes back on the paper.

This time, He raised his eyebrows and frowned again.

“O’ casino.”

(A brothel.)

The fencing stopped.

Bucciarati's tone was inquisitive tone while raising his head one last time. Abbacchio intervened, putting his boots down abruptly.

“Cu cazz stat’ riciend?Pigliat ca bott. Il re n’ sta ceccando a zoccol’. ”

(Who you think you’re kidding? The king’s not looking for a whore.)

“Pe tte e femmene so tutte zoccol’ tranne mammà e soreta, ma nu vaie mai n’coppo o casino pe paura de truva.’”

(Women are all whores to you except your mother and sister, but you never enter a brothel in fear of meeting them.)

Interjected Mista, a slim but toned boy in his 20s.

Approaching the table with his striscia holstered, Mista addressed his superior with a wry smile, eliciting a stifled laugh from Ghirga.

He looked kind of ridiculous. Mista was wearing a pair of patched pants and no shirt. However he clearly thought it was a good idea hiding his thick sweaty curls under an uncomfortable as well as ancient aventail…without wearing a gambeson underneath.

His companion, Giorno Giovanna, noticed Abbacchio slowly clenching the spoon he was using for the polenta.

“chiavt a lengua ncùl. Se tu fossi la metà bravo a parare con la spada quanto lo sei a sparare cazzate, non ti saresti ritrovato in un vicolo buio con un buco in più nello stomaco.”

(Shut your fucking mouth, if you were half as good at parrying with a sword as you are at shooting shit, you wouldn't have found yourself in a dark alley with an extra hole in your stomach.)

Quickly, Bucciarati silenced the conversation by elegantly lifting his left hand from Manciolino's“Opera Nova”.

Mista looked at his concealed wound on his abdomen, while Giovanna put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“Ne sei assolutamente sicuro, Narancia?”

(Are you absolutely sure about this, Narancia?)

Bruno’s calming and reassuring tone ,resembling the one of a father’s, gave Narancia Ghirga the courage to speak with his heart.

“M’Adda murì mammà.”

(I swear on my own mother.)

Said Ghirga who never spent a single word from the beginning.

“Si addà murì mammà n’altra volta...”

(Well, she can’t die twice…)

Interrupted Abbacchio scattering the plate on the table. The polenta was so stiff it didn’t even flinch a bit, remaining in its position as one of the most drunk front line soldiers.

“Me l’ha detto Una.”

(Una told me.)

many "ooohs" raised softly, followed by heads nodding and looking at each other, which made Narancia Ghirga genuinely smile. By contrast, Pannacotta put a hand over his eyes; royal guards should never reveal the nature of their witnesses.

Trish Una was the love child of King Diavolo, and for years he had kept her at court as a mere courtesan. One day, the maiden in question made a deal with a wealthy merchant named Pericolo and left her father's palace as quickly as possible, just like y/n did.

In exchange for certain secrets coming from the royal court, the royal guards had agreed to keep Trish hidden from her stepfather.

“Quella fimmina ne sa UNA più del diavolo.”

(That maiden is more cunning than a devil.)

commented Mista with a smirk and a dreamy expression.

“E suo padre ci farà il…Diavolo a quattro!HAHAHAHAHAHHA!”

(And what's better than a devil you don't know? A devil, you do!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

He added, bursting into a huge laugh with tears in his eyes.

"Ci andremo io e il tenente Abbacchio. Voi altri pensate a rendere confortevole l'ala ovest"

(The lieutenant and I will take care of that. The rest of you will stay here. Take this as an opportunity to prepare the West Wing's rooms for our soon to be host.)

Everyone got silent after Bucciarati's order. Pannacotta was brave enough to respectfully interject:

"Con tutto il rispetto capitano, ma un bordello non è di certo un posto privo di canaglie. Non sarebbe meglio attivare tutta la squadra?"

( Not to be disrespectful…A brothel is not a safe space in the slightest. Wouldn't be better if we all went?)

"Fermate nu mument'. Se agiamo in gruppo, potrebbero prenderla come una minaccia. Quanta probabilità c'è che un'intera unità abbia deciso di entrare in un bordello tutti insieme e appassionatamente?"

(Wait. If we went there as a group, we could be perceived as a threat. All one big happy family?How likely is it that an entire unit has decided to enter a brothel like one big happy family?)

Added Giorno while receiving a Death stare from Abbacchio. He hated when the newbie was right.

"Non so gli altri ma io come regalo di compleanno un po' me lo aspetto…"

(I don't know about the rest of this "Family", but soon is going to be my birthday and I wouldn't mind if this were my present…)

Nudge nudge, wink wink.

"Il punto è che se gli diamo modo di capire che siamo venuti lì per lei, ci inchioderebbero subito e cercherebbero di nasconderla o farla fuggire".

(The point is that if we appear too menacing, they would immediately try to hide her or make her escape.)

"Giusto! Quei posti hanno un sacco di stanze strane piene di trucchi e trappole."

("Right! Those places have a lot of weird rooms full of secret holes and traps!)

"Si vede che non sei mai stato in un bordello."

(you-You've never been to a brothel, don't you.)

Whispered Fugo while all the looks turned to Bruno.

"Um..giocare sulla casualità, potrebbe funzionare. Dovremo essere affabili…ottimo lavoro Giovanna. Ogni giorno dimostri di avere nuovi assi nella manica."

(Um…it would be easier to pretend this visit is casual and not planned. That could work. Great Job, Giovanna. You find new ways to amaze me everyday.)

Abbacchio's teeth were grinding but whst was on his face looked like anything but a smile.

"Jamme, jà"

To be continued...

-La Principessa della Squadra

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