Denki vs. Tsubaki 🔥
📌Boruto: Naruto Next Generations
Latest Episode, 226. Watch now!
Denki vs. Tsubaki 🔥
📌Boruto: Naruto Next Generations
Latest Episode, 226. Watch now!
Don't Change Your Hair (I won't know who you are) by Mishafy
Bakugou Katsuki recognizes people by their hair, features, quirks, movement, clothing choices, voices - but never by just their face. He aggressively hides his face-blindness, until finally opening up about the experience to his best friend.
Words: 2160, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Minor Characters
Relationships: Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki has prosopagnosia, Prosopagnosia, Bakusquad, One Shot, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Hair Dyeing, No Romance
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35400109
𝐌𝐄́𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐒
+ full piece. 2, 386 words.
+ contains. sero hanta x reader x denki kaminari.
+ warnings. threesome, fem reader, unprotected sex, creampies, anal, cunnilingus, praise kink, degradation, praise, face fucking, double penetration, competitive themes, slight dumbification.
+ note from val. both of them arguing have over who gets to fuck you really just.. damn.
Your eyes were heavy as they attempted to stay trained on the colorful TV screen as your mind drifted further and further from the boring plot of the random sci-fi movie that Denki and Sero chose.
Your body was tangled up with theirs, legs intertwined, one person on top of the other, various arms wrapped around each other, yet it was comfortable, their presence making you feel at ease. Though, all of you were on the verge of collapse due to the lack of genuine entertainment.
Another yawn escaped your lips before Sero finally spoke up, “Denki, the movie you chose was shit dude. Seriously, what the fuck is even happening right now?”
He doesn’t bother answering instead giving Sero a lazy shrug. “No clue. I haven’t been watching since they got off the ship.”
You groan in response, tired of hearing their complaints. “If you guys are so bored, why don’t we find something else to do?”
“Yeah? like what? I don’t know if you guys know this but there aren’t a lot of places open at 3 in the morning.” Sero says, sitting up in the process giving you both a deadpan look.
Denki jokingly puts his arms around your shoulders and brings your face close to his. “I can think of a lot of things I’d like to do.” He spoke in a teasing tone but you knew he was serious, you could see the lust hidden in his eyes.
You feel his hand brushing up your leg, travelling up your thigh, moving closer and closer to your clothed core. His sensual touch made your breath hitch, your arousal beginning to build up. You knew what he wanted and maybe, just maybe, you’d give in to the temptation.
Just for tonight,
Without any warning you cup his face, pulling him into an unexpected kiss. His eyes widen as he lets out a sigh against your lips, the action surprising but not unwelcome.
His hands finding their way into your hair, the kiss making you feel breathless at the way he’s treating you like you’re made of glass. Never once tightening his grip, his soft touches only made you ache for more.
You pull away with a shaky breath, giving him a small smile as he stares at you with a dazed expression. You were quickly broken out of your trance at the feeling of Sero’s finger underneath your chin, tilting your head in his direction and making you look up at him. “Don’t forget about me, pretty girl.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
He takes charge of the kiss, smashing his lips against yours, biting and nipping at your bottom lip. It felt different from the one you just shared with Denki, this one was filled with more hunger, desire and passion. His lips tasted sweet like citrus, the flavor making you melt into his presence. You both pull away from the heated kiss, his rough hands now gripping your waist.
While Denki sneaks up behind you, his hands running up and down your sides as he presses soft kisses along your jaw, whispering into your ear. “Tell us what you want, sweetheart.”
His hushed tone sends chilling vibrations shooting throughout your body. His breath fanned at your neck as he spoke, his deep voice making you squirm with every word that slipped effortlessly past his lips.
That’s how you ended up here. Legs spread apart as Sero’s tight grip on your trembling thighs kept them in place. His face buried in between your legs, sloppily teasing your cunt with his skilled mouth.
You harshly tug on his hair, making him smirk into your pussy at the desperate whines escaping your lips. The lewd, squelching noises only making him want to shove his tongue deeper into your dripping hole.
Little whimpers were coaxed out of your throat as Sero’s firm tongue pressed against your slit, licking a teasingly slow stripe toward your clit.
His eyes were locked with yours, studying every one of your perfect little reactions and movements. Every sound you made encouraging his eager tongue to wander, thirsty for every ounce of your flavor. He wanted to hear more of you, taste more of you, feel more of you. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t be greedy.
Denki wanted you too.
His cock was throbbing for you. He couldn’t let Sero have all the fun. Leaning over your body, he pressed his cock to your quivering lips. A smug smirk formed on his cheeks as you looked up at him. The hungry look in his eyes was intimidating, but you wanted to feel him too. “Stick your tongue out, pretty girl. Show me how much you want me.”
You happily obliged, letting his cock rest against your bottom lip before lapping at the precum oozing out the slit. “You gonna let me fuck your face, baby? Gonna let me shove it down that cute throat of yours.”
You desperately nod in agreement and he smiles at your eagerness, his hands gently caressing your cheek before tangling themselves in your hair. “Such a good girl— fuck!”
A hiss escapes his lips at the feeling of his cock being enveloped by your warm mouth, your tongue pressing against the sensitive veins running along the side of his length.
He gives you no time to adjust as he jerks his hips, forcing his member into your throat. The sudden motion making you gag around his length, tears streaming down your face. “Look at how beautiful you look—ngh, Taking my cock like a fucking slut -fuck!”
The stretch of his cock made your throat burn but the moans and expressions he made was worth the uncomfortable feeling, the sight of his eyes rolling back fuels your arousal. Sero snickers at the feeling of your thighs tensing and tightening around him. “You like that, slut. You like it when Denki fucks your face? Look at how wet you are, naughty little thing.”
The dominance and teasing tone of his voice made you whimper, sending vibrations to Denki’s cock, making his thrusts falter. “oh shit-,”
Sero’s rough hands firmly grip your ass, trying to keep you in place as he works his tongue at your entrance. the pressure of his warm muscle just barely pressing into you. Your flavor was intoxicating.
The pad of his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your clit as you rolled your hips for more, he obliged. Licking a stripe through your folds, lapping up your juices in the process. He replaced his thumb with his wet tongue, the sudden switch accidentally making you squeeze your thighs together. He caught your legs, forcing them open with a disapproving sound.
He hummed in disapproval of your action, making you jerk your hips up once more. His tongue slipped out past his bottom lip for a second, using his lips to suck as he detached his mouth.
He didn’t waste any time getting back to work, as he immediately went straight back to flicking your clit with his gentle tongue, knowing you were about to meet your release. As your muscles tensed, he applied more pressure, and made faster movements, coaxing out your orgasm.
The feeling of your tongue massaging Denki’s hard cock had moan after moan falling past his lips. Everytime his tip pressed at the back of your throat, it sent pleasure exploding throughout his body.
You could feel his hips staggering and his words turning into mindless mumbles, a telltale sign that he was getting close. He roughly grips your hair, using you like some kind of fucktoy as he gets lost in the pleasure, pushing his cock as far as it can go before cumming down your throat with a grunt.
Having Denki’s warm seed dripping down your throat and Sero’s ministrations against your lower lips has you desperately shaking. Reaching your high as a combination of high-pitched cries and whines escape your lips at your mind shattering orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah. Take it all, baby. Don’t waste a fucking drop. You hear me?”
He slowly pulls himself out of your mouth, the sensitivity making him shudder as he looks at you with a satisfied expression as you try your best to swallow his cum.
With hardly any time to catch your breath you feel a hardness pressing against your ass, looking up to meet Sero’s eager gaze, His lean body all on display for you as he lazily strokes his cock. “Enjoying the view, princess?”
He pulls you closer, moving you into a more comfortable position which gives him a perfect view of your waiting pussy. You feel his cock, pressing against your entrance, your body tensing and waiting for him to shove his cock inside you. Denki grabs his wrist, giving him a harsh glare, his voice taking an offended tone. “What do you think you’re doing, man?
“I’m gonna fuck her, obviously.” Sero says, realigning his cock and slowly pushing it into you.
“And why do you get to fuck her?” Denki argues. The possessiveness in their voice furthers your need, wanting— needing to be fucked by them.
“I made her cum, I get her first. Wait your fucking turn.” Sero growls out. Not waiting any second longer as he shoves his cock into your tight cunt, making you shake and tremble underneath him. He groans, feeling your pussy clench down on him.
Not bothering to let you adjust instead pulling out and thrusting into you at a brutal pace. The delicious feeling knocking the breath out of you as he drives his length deeper into you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
Denki watches from the side, frowning at the sight. Jealous of the fact that he wasn’t the reason for those pretty moans and gasps escaping you.
“Pick her up.” His demand directed at Sero.
“Tch, I’m not just gonna let you have all the fun. Trust me, she’s gonna like it.” Sero gives him a confused look which morphs into a sly grin at the realization. He slowly pulls you into his lap with a bruising grip on your hips.
You tense at the feeling of Denki’s finger pressing into your ass, exploring and teasing your puckered hole. He slides a single digit into you, letting you relax and get used to it. He adds another one in, gently pushing in and out of you, stretching your asshole out with his fingers. “Relax for me, baby. I’ll make you feel good, alright?”
You hiss as he stirs your insides around in an attempt to loosen you up.
He steadily slips his cock into your stretched hole, making sure you feel every inch of his pulsing cock. You immediately tighten your grip on Sero’s flexed bicep, overwhelmed by the new sensation of being stuffed so full.
You weren’t used to the feeling yet but nonetheless it was still intoxicating. You wanted to indulge in the feeling forever, feeling a sense of pride at the way they reacted, groaning into your ear. Their cocks rubbing against your walls perfectly, reaching further than you thought they could.
You feel Denki pressing soft kisses against the nape of your neck, his own way of comforting you and distracting himself from his need to fuck you stupid.
The impatience radiated off of his body, the lust overpowering. He started to move, earning a gasp from you at the sudden roll of his hips, thrusting in and out at an annoyingly slow pace. Sero quickly follows using his grip to pull you into them. The contrast between their paces and techniques made everything all the more intense.
You whimper at the motion as it gives you a combination of painful pleasure. Your mind going blank as they sped up their thrusts, tips perfectly angled to hit your g-spot making strangled and muffled moans leave your lips.
They weren’t doing much better either. A string of loud curses and grunts of your name escaping them. You were tightly gripping their cocks which felt like heaven.
You could feel their holds on you tightening, their muscles tensing— they were close, you could feel it from their throbbing lengths.
You bite Sero’s shoulder, teeth digging into the soft skin forcing out a surprised grunt from his throat.
“C-Close!” He manages to choke out. Denki reaches around your waist, hands desperately rubbing at your clit, wanting you to reach your high before them.
“Come on, cum for us pretty girl. Cum on our cocks, baby.” His words sent a jolt of arousal to your core, finally feeling the knot inside you snap as you reached your high. Crying out their names— clawing at their backs as your nails left crescent shaped indents on their bodies.
“Cum inside me, want you both to fill me up.” You felt their bodies stiffen, thrusts getting sloppier as they chased their release. Finally reaching it with a loud grunt, hot spurts of cum spilling into you as your walls milked them for everything they got.
You could feel their bodies slumping against yours, staying in that position to catch your breaths, their softening lengths slipping out of your sore, abused holes.
You fall into Denki’s embrace as all of you flop back into the bed, your head resting against his chest, the fast beating of his heart a reminder of what you did moments ago. Sero presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring praises into your ear while Denki nuzzles his head into your shoulder still enjoying the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“You did so good, baby. So… so good. Maybe next time you can take more than just two cocks.”
Shinsou- shut up
Denki- I didn't say anything—
Shinsou- I know and I'd like you to keep it that way.
ALRIGHT! This has been plaguing my mind and I’ve gotta write it bc it’s to freaking wholesome not to. Also this is Fem!Reader enjoy!
So, Shoji is the youngest of Class 1-A, but he’s the tallest and it’s kind of funny. So basically my thought is that you protect Shoji like he’s your child bc you LOVE THIS FUCKER!
So during the whole class 1-A vs class 1-B thing you weren’t there so you weren’t aware of what Pony had said about him. But most of the clas 1-A students were so relived you weren’t there to hear what she said, or else you may have ended her— or made her a single horned deer-.
After it all happened you were released from the hospital (due to former injuries that we won’t go into) and Mina filled you in on what happened. “Yeah, and that Pony girl said some nasty things about Shoji.” Pause. Repeat?
“What did she say, exactly?” You asked.
Mina looked at Shoji, grimacing when she saw him shaking his head. “Mina, Ashido. Tell me.” Yeah no, ain’t no way she’s dying today. So she told you what Pony said.
You were dead silent, a shocked look on your face and your brown deeply frowned. “That’s so childish, but so bitchy. I bet the bitch eats hay.” A few chuckles were heard from a few of your classmate’s. But your eyes caught Shoji’s talk form in the center of the room.
“She didn’t upset you, did she Sho?” He shook his head no. “How dare she insult the class baby like that.” “She’s got some kind of death wish or something.” Everyone started talking about how rude pony was in what she said about Shoji, but you just hugged him best you could and smiled.
“Bet it didn’t even phase you huh?” You ask. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smiling when he answered no. You already had the face of Pony in your head, so you knew who to look for after class was over.
“Shoji?” He hummed in response to your call and froze in his spot at the feeling of your lips on his masked cheek. “I don’t care what you look like under that mask, you’ll always be my Sho, baby of class 1-A.” His eyes widened, fists balling up and red easily visible down his neck.
The rest of the day you were found with Shoji more than usual. And, gave Pony a piece of your mind, a little something to think about before messing with 1-A’s baby.
Please don’t repost, edit, or claim my works as your own. Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated.
Pro-heroes Izuku and Katsuki's group of friends find out about a kink of theirs and want to try it out, too.
****PLEASE READ THE TAGS!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE TAGS****
Words: 7885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Hagakure Tooru, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Everyone, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi
Additional Tags: Trans Bakugou Katsuki, Watersports, Gangbang, Watersports Gangbang, They all pee on Katsuki, Pee, Piss, pissing, Omorashi, Piss on Clitoris, Bondage, Blackwip used as bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, or overtones, Established Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Established Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Aged-Up Character(s), All Consentual, Implied Anal Sex, Implied vaginal sex, vulgar descriptors for vagina, Bakugo is trans in this story, Midoriya is not., Comfort, Aftercare, suprisingly soft, sub Bakugo, dom midoriya
Sero: Ace of spades!
Mina: Uno, draw dour!
Kaminari: Pikachu, I choose you!
Bakugou: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING
This is an experimental continuation of this story.
Yall gon’ take these Kaminari fics to the face, idc, idc. LOL.
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𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.
In the three weeks that passed since your first meeting, you find yourself waking up to texts from Denki, and falling asleep mid-paragraph yourself. The conversation seemed to flow so…effortlessly. Nights spent on Facetime would make you nostalgic for the past days you’d spend hours on the phone with your crush, hanging off your bed, twirling the house phone cord around your fingers as you asked each other trivial shit like “What’s your favorite color?”
The 2021 version was only adapted by the addition of a visual element: you, laying on the plush faux fur carpet of your living room, running your fingers absentmindedly through the velvet soft strands of fur; Denki lazily lying across his sofa, arm propped on the plush armrest, the weight of his phone tilting his camera so he was always a little to the right.
Tonight, you were busy trying to finish up a new recipe for birthday cake flavored cookies. You had ruined the first batch, and while the second batch was cooling, you were already at work on the third, adjusting ingredients and measurements ever so slightly to alter the flavor profile. You busied yourself with baking when life was becoming too stressful; and in the past week your mood swings had been off the charts. Besides, you hadn’t had birthday cake flavored anything in forever.
So three batches of birthday cake flavored cookies it was.
Your phone, laying on the wood-top island central to your kitchen, started going off with that familiar Apple jingle.
You taste the dip of batter on your pinky and roll your eyes in hopeless frustration, “Oh thank god save me please.” You murmur, the taste being more off than the former batter. You were relieved a facetime call could pull you away from the hot mess you were creating in your kitchen. You wipe your hands on the dish towel, picking up your phone and answering it.
“Hey.” You force a small smile.
Denki gives you a curious look, “Hey…uh–did I call at a bad time?”
“No, it’s just…” You feel tears welling in your eyes and equally feel stupidity for not understanding where they were coming from as you wipe the sweat from your crown. “I can’t do anything right these days…” Your voice breaks at the end as you sniff, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table and plopping in it. You reach forward to grab a tissue and begin dabbing at your eyes.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea why I’m crying–”
“No, no, it’s okay.” He readjusts himself, sitting up on the sofa to pay the video call closer attention. “What happened?”
You shrug helplessly. “I’m on the third batch of birthday cake cookies and I can’t get it to taste how I need it to.”
There’s a pause and you see him figuring out what to say next, his eyes shifting to the right and back again. “Is this for like...an event or somethin’?” He tries to understand the relation between misbaked cookies and your elevated emotional response.
You frown into the front facing camera. “No! I just had a craving for birthday cake cookies. And I fucked them all up!”
When he realizes this is solely about the cookies, his expression slowly relaxes. He’s trying not to smile. “Ok, well then, how about this?” He proposes, “I was calling ‘cause my dad is holding Christmas dinner at his place this year.”
“Hear me out…” He continues, breaking eye contact as he adjusts himself on the couch, the camera tilting and rocking for a bit with his movement until he gets comfortable. “He lives about twenty minutes away from your place, I could like…come over once all the festivities are done and help you perfect your cookie recipe into the ultimate birthday cake cookie.”
Your heart flutters a little. You hadn’t seen him since your first encounter and Christmas was only a week and a half away. You wanted to see him again but he maintained his town’s only auto service shop, so he was often busy. Your schedules had never aligned until now.
You nibble the inside of your lip, “The ultimate?”
“I’m talkin’ God tier birthday cake cookies, Y/N.” He lifts a brow, “So? what’cha think?”
“I think…Christmas needs to get here sooner.” A grin crosses over your lips as the error of your former batches dissolves into the background of your mind.
The conversation goes late into the night, as they often did between you two. The shop was a nightmare for Denki over the next couple of days, which happened often before the immediate halt for the week after Christmas. He only had three other mechanics outside of himself, and he remained the only Autobody Painter in a 150 mile radius of his small town. He had just taken on his lead technician, Rody Soul, under his wing as an auto body paint apprentice. Denki was under more pressure than usual recently, and with the need for more money, he took on a few extra custom paint job clients while the other mechanics maintained the standard repairs that came through.
Unfortunately, this called for late nights spent in the shop garage alone. Tonight he closed down the rest of the shop and clicked on the overhead lighting in the paint garage, firing up the sound system with Seether’s ‘Fine Again’. He suits himself up to begin the extensive work ahead. He pulls out pre-approved client sketches and gets to work on taping and protecting windows and mirrors, before moving forward with the project.
After some time had passed, Denki was still working, his paint respirator mask on, thin white tank soaked with sweat underneath the full body suit that protected him from the harmful chemicals and fumes.
Yellow blonde strands of hair stuck to his brow and temples. He would crouch down alongside the car, squeezing the bright colour from the spray gun along the stencils he hand-taped onto the body.
After a little progress was made, he would step back, amber eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on mistakes or details. A few steps to the left, he would tilt his head to observe it from another angle…another to the right—ah–
He knelt back down and filled out a tiny corner he had somehow missed. Mid-spray, his phone alarm began to give him a loud reminder. He’s squatting behind the bumper of the car and glances over his shoulder, trying to peer through the smudged greasy goggles to see the digital clock that hung in the middle of the garage.
9:00pm on the nose.
Denki temporarily places his equipment down, stripping out of his protective gear and shaking his hair out of his face as he grabs his phone off of the work bench. He walks into the empty waiting area of the closed shop. The music in the garage muffles quietly behind him as he eases the door closed with his back, opening his phone and dialing out before pressing it to his ear and sitting down on the leather couch.
The fabric crunches as he stares ahead, relaxing back as the line rings once…twice…three—
“Berkley Place, how many I direct your call?”
“Hey… It’s Denki, Denki Kami–”
“Oh hey there Mr. Kaminari, you’re right on time, she’s in her room watching tv and she asked about you right after dinner.” The cheerful nurse greeted on the other line.
“R-Really? She did?” He sighs in happy relief, “She was havin’ a tough time last night, was getting real upset about not being able to be home for Christmas…” He stopped himself, “Sorry, could you put her on?”
“You are perfectly fine, here, let me get her on the line for you. Can you hold for a moment?”
The phone clicks mute and he waits, his thumb tapping against the inside of his knee. A few seconds go by, and he hears the familiar warm voice of his mother on the other line.
“Oh, is this my little spark plug?” Her voice is cheery, soft and bright.
“Yes it is mama,” He smiles at her recognizing his voice, “How are ya’ feelin’ tonight? Didja have a good day?”
“Let me see…oh! The carolers came by and sang Christmas tunes. I loved it. We had pineapple upside down cake today—”
“That sounds yummy.”
“You know what? I feel like…it could’ve used a little more glaze…”
Denki chuckles, “More glaze? Isn’t that like…a whole buncha sugar?”
“Well not to soak the darn thing. Just a little more moist.”
He shivers, “Eugh, I hate that word.”
“Now what sense does it make holding hate for a word? It’s a part of speech, Kaminari–”
“Alright alright, you got it mama.” He backs down, trying to avoid a lecture.
“Mm…” her voice fades before she speaks again, “Have you found yourself a good job yet honey?”
Denki pauses for a brief moment, the reality of the situation setting back on him once again. “Yeah, I opened up an auto repair shop.” He answers softly.
Six years ago, when the shop was first established, she was the first person he had told.
“You opened up a shop? My goodness, I’m so sorry, I had no idea!” She remarked excitedly. “I am so incredibly proud of you, spark plug! I bet you’re the best in town.”
The corner of his lip tugs up in a bittersweet grin.
“Thanks mama, I love you.”
“I love you too, little one.”
2:37am, and Denki finally has to force himself to stop. If he’s going to be competent enough to come in, properly run his business and work, he was going to have to get a couple hours of rest whenever he could. His job demanded a lot of him even during the earlier times when his personal life was less chaotic than it had recently become.
Six years ago he opened the shop at the age of 27. Four years prior, his parents had divorced. They were amicable, but his dad moved on unusually fast…while his mother took a bit longer to pick up the pieces. Denki was already living three hours away in the next town after he finished up his trade school degree; but he made an effort to visit his mother often, in order to keep her company and help her maintain the large home his father left her to keep.
His mother was later involved in a vehicle collision that resulted in a traumatic brain injury that severely impacted her cognition. She was only in her mid 60s, but was unable to live alone, as she would become confused and disoriented often, forgetting important details and barely able to keep anything in her memory bank both long and short term. Activities she formerly enjoyed became sources of quick frustration. At certain times, her bold attitude would break forth, her intelligence would shine for a brief time, before a light would switch, the glow in her eyes dimming as she would blank out, unable to pull anything from her memory.
She became ill fit to keep up with the house, and Denki was unable to abandon his established career and life in his town, so his father opted to place her in the cheapest care home he could find, since she had no medical insurance of her own. The people were kind, Denki had visited there many times to check on her, but he knew his mother—she wasn’t happy. She wanted to be in the comfort of her own home, eat foods she loved, and do things that eased her mind without the involvement of an entire live-in community.
He had already been saving up money to move her into a private home with a 24 hour caregiver; but in the recent month her cognition took a sharp decline, requiring stronger, more expensive medications and frequent trips to the specialist for more diagnostics that didn’t seem to explain much of anything. His father made it very clear he was only going to continue to financially support her for a little while longer before he had to focus on his new marriage and the job he took as an Architect in San Diego. This would be the final Christmas party he would hold in Washington before he moved to California in June of next year.
By that time, it would be up to Denki to be the sole caregiver of his mother.
He spent a long while in the shower that night, head leaning against the wall as he allowed hot water to run over his hair, cascading down his body, and swirling down the drain. The holiday would be a welcome break for him now that it involved seeing you again.
He turns off the water and steps out of the shower, drying his body off and throwing the towel over his shoulder as he checks the time on his phone.
He chews his bottom lip as he sits on his bed, deciding to forego any clothing; the bright light of the cell causes his tired eyes to squint so he could see the screen better. He goes to your name, about to press call; but he hesitates.
It’s so late…
He swipes open his texts.
sero: are u getting on tonight?
Denki long-presses on the text, checking the time it was sent.
He sighs, typing out a speedy reply.
denki: sry dude had a crazy long work night.
Seconds after it sends, a reply pings. Two pings.
sero: its ok, u coming back to town this wknd?
livewire: r u sleep?
When the notification with your nickname displays across the top of the screen, he smiles, pulling open your convo to reply.
denki: I thought u would be asleep, pretty girl.
He swipes over to Sero’s message.
denki: yeah just gotta go ovr things with Rody then he’s taking over for me, ill be there all wknd. anything happening?
He swipes back over to your convo, tapping his fingers a few times on the screen as he waits.
sero: yea give me a call tmrw, might be able to jam with the old crew xmas eve.
“Hm.” Denki muses aloud, a mixture of surprise and excitement at the idea.
He goes back to your message, seeing your typing bubbles still blinking. He decides to just call you instead.
Denki lays his head into the softness of his pillow. You pick up after the second ring.
“Wow, listen to you and that bedroom voice.” He teases.
You sleepily chuckle, “I sound like a man.”
“You sound sexy to me.” You can hear him grinning on the other end. “You probably look so cute, barely able to keep your eyes open, curled up under the blankets, your hair all wild.” He imagines, wishing he were there next to you, listening to you go on about your life so he could forget about his own for a little while.
You shuffle around in the bed, the phone picking up your rustling as you reposition yourself with a yawn. “You’re almost right; but I definitely have my hair tied up in a scarf so...negative on the wild hair part.” You both laugh, “I’d barely be able to manage it if I kept it out all night.”
“I never know what to do with my hair. It just kinda does it’s own thing. Ya’ think if I use one, mine will be easier to manage?”
You stifle a snicker at the image in your brain. “I mean, I’m not gonna say you wouldn’t benefit from it but I really like your hair the way it is.” You give it a little more thought before adding, “A scarf might flatten it too much.”
“Wait...you like my hair?”
“What else do ya’ like about me…?”
You kiss your teeth, “Denki Kaminari I’m not about to do this with you right now--”
“I like your eyes.” He quips, “Your eyes...and your lips...your soft, pretty skin...your hair and---whatever sorcery you say you do to make it look as nice as it does.”
You snuggle deeper under the covers, your skin getting hot. “Sorcery...you’re so goofy--”
“I like your boobs--”
“Denki!” you giggle.
“C’mon I know growing up you never thought pillows would be so wicked expensive! But with you it's like, ‘Sweet! I just saved a buncha money on my bed set by switching to titties!’”
You accidentally snort from laughing too hard.
“Did you just snort?” He asks.
You get extra quiet. “Sorry, my bad I know that’s super unattrac--”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter.” He interrupts you, “You think I’m that funny?”
You feel relief and that honeymoon stage of attraction blossoming between you. “You always make me laugh. I like that about you a lot. It makes me feel good…like really good.” You trail off.
“Well, you make me feel really good too.” His voice softens. “You listen to me bitch about work all the time, and I’m still amazed ya’ didn’t ghost me after finding out I was a freak.”
“You gotta stop calling yourself that.” You lament. “You’re a superhero, like Zeus or something--”
Denki cackles on the other line, “Shit, please give me anyone but him. He raped people and like...had an Eagle eat some dude’s liver for eternity because he gave humans fire.”
You’re a little taken aback. “Denki, you’re like...really smart, you know that?”
“Nah, not really. I just grew up this way so I’ve gotten probably every trope you can think of. Zeus, Thor…” He pauses in thought, “Pikachu was a big one.”
“Eh, I’d say you’re more of a Zapdos.”
“Ah, you’re a woman of culture I see. Namin’ one of the original 150 whady--” He’s about to continue, when he hears a long, tiny moan escape your mouth, followed by a yawn.
“I’m sorry, I was stretching. What were you asking?” You settle into your bed, lids heavy as you wait for his answer.
There’s a brief silence on the line.
“Well, I’m definitely at attention now, thanks for that.”
You choke out an unexpected laugh at his bold comment. “What?”
“You already sounded hot when you picked up the phone! I was just tryin’ to have friendly conversation ya’know? then you decide to do--that.”
“Do what?” You moan jokingly.
“You evil fuckin…” his voice hitches at the end of his sentence.
Your eyes widen a little. “Denki are you…” your heart rate climbs a little, “I was...just kidding…”
“Well I’m not....fuck…” You can audibly hear him breathing heavier, “I can’t stop thinking about that night, Y/N.”
You press your thighs together as you listen to the gravel in his voice when it gets that low. “Really?”
“I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot too.” You murmur, crossing your legs the other way and pressing them together again. You felt that heat building up underneath your belly button, deep in the pits of your gut.
“Mm...and how does it make you feel?”
Your finger languidly traces around your nipple as you press the phone closer to your cheek, purposefully contracting your cunt so you could feel the little jolt it sent through you. It wasn’t enough to get you off, but it kept the wetness increasing between your legs.
“Makes me feel like I miss you, filling me up.”
“Then use your fingers for me, pretty girl. Don’t be shy, pretend it’s me inside of you.” Denki was already a lot further than you were, hand enclosed around his shaft, stroking up and cupping his palm around the swollen head, slick with anticipation, spreading the clear sticky fluid over his length for added lubrication. It was nothing like you, it would never be anything like you, but shit, hearing you on the phone while he imagined it would suffice for right now.
Your fingers that were previously tracing your nipple slip down the middle of your body and between your legs that you finally start to open. You didn’t even realize your own breathing had gotten heavier until he murmurs,
“God, you sound so hot working yourself up like that for me baby.”
“Denki…” you breathe, two fingers gliding into your slickened cavern, as you eagerly tease the needy, swollen smooth ridge, sending little pleasure waves to your stomach and bladder. You can’t hold back the gasp that follows his name.
“Please say my name again…” He begs. You can hear the squelching sounds of his tight grip on his cock, getting closer to a release.
“Denki.” You call out, grinding your hips up against your fingers, “Wish you...were here. God,” You exhale, your slippery fingers circling your clit with firm pressure, slowing your hips to thrust against your touch at the perfect angle. “You’ve got me so wet.”
“I’ll be there soon...fuck, I bet that pretty little pussy is leaking everywhere. You’re probably making such a fucking mess….” his hips rut against his hand as he manages to slide his phone off of his ear and press the speaker button.
You begin a desperate whimper, feeling yourself climbing. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Your back is arching, pressing your head back into the pillow as you accidentally drop the phone, which slides into the crook of your neck and shoulder.
“Awwh am I, princess?” He emitted a rumbled chuckle that preceded a series of several quick hard breaths and a long, drawn out and wobbly, “Fuuuuuuuck…” as he lost complete control, grabbing the towel from his earlier shower that he had thankfully discarded onto the bed. He milked his orgasm over and over as it spilled out in thick, creamy spurts onto the cloth. Meanwhile, hearing the distant sounds of him from your phone speaker, your climax overtakes you in heady pulsations that draw sounds out of you that you can hardly recognize yourself. You come down from the high, eyes softly closing, as you feel yourself falling into deep, post-orgasmic sleepy bliss, finally passing out.
Denki slid his worn brown leather jacket over his shoulders, tugging at the collar to adjust it as he walked through the shop, turning the lights off. “Alright man, do you need anything else before I head out?” He picks up his luggage near the front door.
Rody shakes his head, “Nah think I got it from here.” His hand lands over Denki’s shoulder, “Relax and enjoy the holidays with your fam. I’ll get this place runnin’ better than it was before ya’ left. Trust me.” He teases.
“Rody, if you can do that, you can have the shop.”
“I’ll remember you said that.” He remarks as Denki slips out of the door, locking it behind him.
He lifts the trunk of his car, tossing the luggage inside before pulling his phone from his back pocket. He swipes up, opening to the home screen, tapping the phone icon and sending a call to Sero.
“What’s up dude ya’ headed back yet?” He answers the phone, voices in the background chattering.
“Yeah I--wh, is that Katsuki?” He closes the trunk.
“Oh yeah I kept tryin’ to call ya’ but you were workin’ earlier. He came up with Eijirou last minute. S’cool though right? We’re all gonna jam at the old spot.”
The voices heightened in volume. Denki found it fruitless to put up a fight now. He could already hear Katsuki’s loud, grating voice in the background.
He still held Katsuki partially responsible for the dismantling of their band a decade ago, when they were starting to gain serious traction locally. Denki and Sero started jamming together casually, interchanging between bass and lead guitar respectively. It took a while, but Sero managed to convince Eijirou to drop in on a few sessions. Eijirou was primarily focused on his climb up the corporate ladder during those tumultuous times of his early 20s; but he had always been partial to the stress relief that drumming provided him since he was a teenager.
So, he reasoned to himself that it was conducive to his overall well-being to jam every so often with the guys, so long as it didn’t distract him from his career goals.
Katsuki was also a hobbyist percussionist; but he was not a part of their band dynamic. He was welcome to drop in on sessions, though he didn’t do it very often.
That is, until they blended with a killer female lead singer. They started gaining popularity and were asked to perform at local bars and clubs, eventually headlining for mainstream artists that came into the city.
Suddenly, Katsuki was always present at practices. He would take smoke breaks with the lead singer in the alleyway around the back of the warehouse while Denki, Sero, and Kirishima would be discussing logistics for their upcoming performances. This led to late nights spent together that made her cancel her appearance at practice more than a few times.
Then Katsuki did what Katsuki does, and he broke her fucking heart when he was done playing around with it.
And yeah, sure, it shouldn’t have been any of the band’s business.
But it became their business when the lead singer dropped out mid-way through their second small Pacific Northwest Tour, not wanting anything to do with any of them from that point forward.
Denki was not exactly thrilled about Katsuki coming to their first impromptu band jam in two years.
“Yeah that’s fine man I’ll be there in a few.”
“Drive safe bro.”
Denki presses ‘end’, dropping his cell into the cupholder as he starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot and starting the four hour trek back to his hometown for the winter holiday.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, and these are just my ideas that are NOT CANON (as of the time of this post)
Bakugou: pan and demiromantic
Shoto: gay and demiromantic
Kirishima: g a y
Tsu: Cottagecore lesbian
Momo: omni (female preference)
Denki: Disaster Bisexual
Sero: gay (or pan)
Aoyama: *That* gay
Shinsou: emo gay
Present Mic: Gay
Dabi: bi (male preference)
Iida: Hasn’t really thought about it (?) but likely demi or ace
theres honestly too many characters to even do right now, but asks are open for hcs and drabbles (?) idk if anyone is reading this but its like my second month on tumblr so yeah
also am i supposed to tag the shit out of every post? idk
Y'all know fanon Denki right. Like tiktok fanon Denki, over dramatic fanon Denki. You can't tell me Peeta "If it weren't for the baby" Mallark and fanon Denki don't have the same vibe
Kaminari, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me
Ashido, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
actually wait tell me about the selfship you rarely talk about
Ochako on the phone: I know you don't have my children over that house with that slut you married!
Todoroki: Slut? Who's the slut?
Denki: Oh she's talking about her ex husbands new wife, his new slut
Todoroki: *Nods* Aaaah..
Denki: But she was his first slut.
Kaminari x artsy y/n!
I think it's canon that kaminari is also a fellow artist. I mean, have you seen the drawing of aizawa he made????
and I think because of that, it's a little bond the both of you have
you'd both be in a school hideout somewhere. him drawing his manga panels and you doing whatever art you felt like doing
everyday is never a boring day though, each one always filled giggles or a pit of laughter
usually it's because of a dumb joke one of you let out
"y/n, y/n, y/nnnnn, why did the artist go to jail?"
"what is it this this time denki?"
"because he was framed.. pFFT" "pfF- that was so lame oh my god"
the way he confessed would probably be totally accidental. like he'd legit just spit it out of nowhere
"so I was like, you didn't know I liked y/n?? she's all I've been talking to y'all about dang" "..." "WAIT SHIT"
so now this dork if your boyfriend
I think while you're doodling away on a notebook, he'd be drawing you
he would definitely draw some manga panels about his favorite date trips with you
y'all share art materials!!
to a y'all just have a container filled with both of your supplies. and if something runs out, y'all go out on a shopping date
Kirishima < ♡ > Sero
Iida: Kaminari, are you sure you’re okay?
Denki: Yeah, I’m absolutely fine.
Iida: Are you sure? Today at 4AM you texted me asking if you could borrow some glue to hold your life together.
Warnings: mentions of periods
Note: Most of these are romantic but some can be read platonically
Bakugo probably has the cutest dimples when he genuinely smiles and he secretly loves it when you poke them whenever you see them
If you have a speed related quirk his nickname for you would be Speedy Gonzales
If you have a period Bakugo would probably be the type to say “it can’t hurt that bad.” So you took him to get that nerve thing where it simulates period cramps and now instead of belittling it he’ll just be like “EXERCISE THROUGH THE PAIN!” Because he pushed past his limits so you should be able to as well
But if the pain gets to be too much for you he will give you some stuff to help soothe the pain
He most definitely listens to the sound of cracking ice to help him fall asleep(if you don’t know what it sounds like look it up, it’s really cool)
It’s already canon that cats will just randomly cuddle up to Todoroki’s left side on the street but what if it happens when you two were walking around town together during the holidays and it was injured so you took it to the vet
Lately you’ve been talking about getting a cat and he saw how much you liked the cat that you two saw during your date so he adopted the cat for the two of you as a gift
If you have periods he’ll put his left hand on your stomach to help sooth your cramps
He already knows he’s pretty boring as a person so he’ll try to compensate for that by taking you on really exciting dates because he just does not have the social skills to keep up a fun conversation
I just love the thought that he would start listening to The Rolling Stones ironically for the laughs but then the band started being his favorite band unironically
If you have some type of destructive quirk like Bakugo and you come home really angry he’ll harden himself and let you just take your frustrations out on him
You guys would definitely get matching tattoos which would be a shark on your guys’ shoulder or hand that would kiss when you put them together
I heard this from someone else but I headcannon that he has ADHD, I mean he’s so hyper and the way he gets so frustrated when he can’t get something right reminds me of myself and a how a lot of people with ADHD react to failure
And the little self fist bump he does is a stim
And if you also have ADHD or something other kind of learning disability you both would help each other with school work
brainwashing you into doing little tasks for him
It’s so annoying because you keep falling for it and he has a shit-eating smirk afterwards that you want to just slap off of his face
The boy likes to read while resting his head on your lap, extra points if you’re playing with his hair and the same goes for the other way around where you’re reading with your head in his lap
He is a great at most dance styles but the man is a king at belly dancing
He also loves incorporating his wings and his feathers into his dancing to add flare
Flying with(whether you have a quirk that allows you to fly or you’re on his back) Keigo while he’s singing “A Whole New World.” (Amv now with y/n please I need this)
Whenever Keigo would be out on a mission and you’re at home you would steal from Keigo’s “secret” goodies stash in the cupboard
Once Keigo started noticing things going missing from his stash he asked you about it and you just denied everything, but it was just playful banter because you were the only person capable of taking his food
One day, Keigo started putting one of his feathers in with his food so he would know you were trying to get his food and he could protect it
You stopped taking food from him after that
This man made a playlist that reminded him of you (ahem, Fly’s Love and Dream a Little Dream of Me)
Likes to tickle or nuzzle your nose with either his own, or his feathers
Depends on preference but if you like the texture of his scars you’ll just absentmindedly run your fingers over them to just fidget and it’ll send shivers up and down his spine
And since he’s so touch starved, when you stop and take your hand away he’ll grab it and put it back on his arm even when you two weren’t dating
If you ever wanted to get a piercing he would take you to the best place to get one so you’re not disappointed
Also, he loves seeing you with piercings, it’s just so badass
This is kind of a sad one but it piggy’s off of the Touya Todoroki Theory, but instead of him being warm like Todoroki is on his left side, I feel like Dabi would be freezing cold, like he’s shockingly cold(okay so this is canon now, good to know)
I feel like his body wasn’t made to have a fire quirk but to have an ice quirk so that’s why his body isn’t able to withstand his own flames so he constantly burns himself
he’s ambidextrous, it’s random but I believe he can write with both hands because he’s just crazy like that
He’ll switch hands every so often and think he’s fucking with everyone when nobody really notices or cares
This man will just straight up zap you in the ass, if you’re okay with it ofc
Intimate moments will be ruined by his quirk acting up because we all love the trope where people’s powers act up when they’re flustered
You know Crankgameplays? Ethan Nester? He acts almost exactly like him
So much energy and chaos when you’re around him but somehow he can take some of the most boring things and make it funny
Golden retriever vibes
Nonstop play, adorable and just lifts up your mood whenever he’s around, just makes you want to ruffle his hair and boop his nose all the goddamn time
And his laugh ugh, it’s so cute