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[a-ikuoliver]

pretty boys get what they want

pairing: denki kaminari x f!reader w/c: 1.2k warning/s: fem!reader implied but no pronouns used, ftm denki, strap sucking/jerking teehee notes: @aquadenks MY BABY pls have this offering; this is a bit short but it deserved a full post frfrfrfr im in love with him

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“it doesn’t even do anything.” you whine, holding your knees in front of your chest, hiding your face behind them, your warm cheeks pressing against the bare skin there, your pants discarded to the floor, probably only moments before denki had stood up to slip the harness up over his hips.

“who says?” his cat-like eyes twinkle, a smirk ghosting over his lips as he continued adjusting the straps around his hips, lowering his gaze from you for only moments at a time until he was comfortable, “helps me get it nice and wet, and makes you look so pretty.”

his attitude only makes you roll your eyes at him, trying your hardest to ignore him while he finished adjusting the silicone through the ring in the centre of the fabric, finally settling back into his spot on the couch, one of his arms slung over the back of the couch, his other lazily looped around the base of the silicone cock, his legs falling further open as he settled into the comfortable cushions. his demeanour like he was asking you to pass him the tv remote, not jerk off his strap-on.

his eyes shimmer in the dim light, shadows cast over sharp cheekbones from whatever movie he'd put on, his plump, wet lips curled into a confident smile, not a trace of the apprehension you felt.

"it's okay, baby, look, i'll help you out." while his words were sweet, encouraging, the tone of his voice as he leaned forward was anything but, his voice deep with hunger. denki’s eyes looked like molten gold staring at you, his appetite flashing behind his iris, not breaking the stare even as he bent forward into himself, pursing his lip, still studying you when he spat, the glob landing at the tip of the silicone.

your face burned behind your knees, his casual confidence somehow making you squirm more in your spot, he tugs at your hands around your knees, pulling them away to fall down beside your thighs. you let him tug at your limbs, his slender, painted fingers wrapping around your wrist, your heartbeat rapid and uneven under his fingertips as he tugged you closer to him. your gaze drops to the fraying edge of the couch the moment your fingers graze the silicone, your cheeks burning hearing your boyfriend groan beside you, his hand tightening around your wrist like he did when you’d graze over his clit, his heavy breathing sending electric shocks through your body.

“right there, baby.” you only whined in response, unable to resist inching closer to him, sitting up on your knees before you glanced back up at him, your breath nearly knocked from you watching him, his eyes drooping like he was half asleep, but the electricity behind them enough for you to know he was wide awake. watching the way his throat bobbed, you squeezed your hand around the plastic, your thumb swiping through his saliva at the top, spreading it around the head with your thumb until his hips bucked up.

denki bit back a grin watching you, the way your hand loosened the moment he moved, the way your eyes darted from his jaw to the rigid toy between his thighs, the way your face inched closer, wanting so badly to take him into your mouth, to suck and lick at the toy like it was his skin.

“you don’t have to be so scared of it.” he teases, his own hand gliding up and down the toy inches ahead of your parted lips, his movements slow, smooth, none of the jerkiness of your own movements, only confident flicks of his wrist, his hips bucking again into your hold when his hand met yours, stroking the rest of the length you neglected while smearing his saliva around the tip.

you shoot him a glare in response, the venom behind it played down by the way you squirmed on the spot, your thighs squeezing together when he spat once again, this time into his hand to spread over the dildo, biting his cheek to hide a smile when your eyes widened at the lewd wet squelch of just his hand rubbing back and forth.

denki’s breath hitched in his throat just watching you squirm, studying the way your eyes widened, the way your breath quickened watching him, embarrassed to be getting wet from the visual of denki helping you stroke his cock, the way his hips would buck and jerk like he could feel your touch at the tip.

“i’m not scared of it,” your voice is so soft he questions if you even said anything, ignoring the urge to tease you for it when you inch closer, glancing up at him nervously when you slowly lick at the divots in the silicone, letting your saliva join his dripping down the length of the toy.

you felt feverish, unable to tear your eyes away from the way his hips rolled into your touch, the tip of the toy pressing past your lips, your hand dropping down to join his at the base, spreading the wetness over the length. Slowly, you opened your jaw to take more of the toy into your mouth, slurping and squelching sounds echoing through the room as you twisted your wrist around the girth of the silicone, watching your boyfriend from under your eyelashes while you swallowed around the toy, spreading your saliva with your hand as you drooled more and more around him.

short, garbled whines left your lips whenever denki would hiss or groan, the blond putting on a show just to watch you squeal and blush, revelling in the way you drooled when his tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip, addicted to the way he could see your hips jolting, desperately searching for any stimulation.

the ache deep in your stomach was nearly unbearable, waves of desperation washing over you the longer you stared up at his heaving chest, your skin burning hotter and hotter at the hungry way he watched you take the toy in your mouth, the same eyes tracking your saliva dripping down the length of the toy, collecting at the base and at the centre of your bottom lip, even as you sucked and tried to swallow some of the liquid.

your slick hand met his on the toy when you jerked your wrist, your glazed eyes meeting the mischievous gold of his, you already looked debased in the reflection of his eyes without either of you really touching one another; you watched yourself in his dark pupils, entranced by the string of saliva connecting you to the strap as you sat back on your knees, staring at your swollen lips as you murmured a breathless plea.

one he couldn’t resist when you looked so destroyed already, eyes wide and glassy staring at him, hand between your thighs, twitching fingers at the base of his cock, burning skin beneath the fabric of your top, dripping with desperation.

shifting himself up onto one knee, he grinned at you, still bent with your face level with his crotch, the toy hanging in front of your face, the tip looking like it was dripping with precum, “how could i ever say no to you, pretty?”

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[a-ikuoliver]

@aquadenks @0301995

bebes

[habken]

kaminari !! 💛 ⚡

[pjs-everyday]

if anyone is gonna rally the 1-A boys into playing dumb dress-up games, it's mina 💕

[a-ikuoliver]

@aquadenks

Denki Kaminari entering my life without permission 😭👌💖

[ging-ler]

Part 2 of that shinkami art I drew 3 years ago. I finally let them open their birthday gifts you're welcome blorbos.

The first part below cut

[a-ikuoliver]

denki + a cosmopolitan pretty pleaseeeeeee

LUKE MY LOVEEEE i hope u like it, i tried to lean more into the flirtiness but im unsure if it translated well lmao but i hope u like it nonetheless <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

you weren’t exactly a regular at the local bar, you didn’t know every employee by name, but you’d been here enough to know you’d remember seeing him around. you’d have remembered the shock of yellow hair, glowing neon under black lights, the static electricity surrounding him, the flirty, cheshire smile planted on his pink lips. how hadn’t you seen him around before?

“cosmo? good choice.” he practically purrs at you, his hips like a magnet for your eyes when he twists around, reaching high on the shelves for the vodka, the twinkle in his golden eyes enough for you to know he caught you staring at the sliver of his abdomen exposed by his shirt lifting. averting your eyes from his, you look down to his hands, slender fingers topped with cracked black nail polish, a bracelet on one of his wrists.

watching him work was like foreplay, the way he cradled the shot glass, fingers curled around the bottle as he poured the shot of vodka, the confident smirk on his lips when he held the bottle higher and higher mid-pour, tipping the bottle back when your shot was perfect. if he wasn’t so attractive, you might’ve thought his flair was over the top, but watching him, you find it impossible to find every movement anything other than mesmerising.

adding ice, the measured shots, and the juice to the cocktail shaker, he leaned closer, his name tag flashing in the light, his name messily scrawled in capital letters across the plastic, denki <3.

finally, shaking the cup in one hand, he leans on his elbow, getting closer than he needs to get, his cologne overwhelming your senses, his proximity giving you no choice but to watch his lips instead of his hands, “so, you come here often?”

his voice is so, so, smooth, like a siren’s when you lean closer as well, his orbit impossible to escape, “‘cause i think i’d remember someone like you in here.”

as if testing the waters, his tongue darts from between his lips, dark golden eyes watching you track the muscle as it wet his lips. clearing your throat, you glance up at his eyes through your eyelashes, “this a new tactic for tips?”

your voice is light, flirty, bringing a grin to his lips when he steps back to finally pour your drink (you’d never known any bartender to take this long making a cosmo, maybe you’d order a more complex drink when you come up next, just so he doesn’t have to stall to keep you close), garnishing the glass with a fresh orange peel twist.

“maybe, maybe it’s just to get your number.” denki slides the drink towards you with a wink, the glass sat atop a cardboard coaster (blank, you note, free from any advertisements the others were plastered with), “on the house, gorgeous.”

you giggle at his joke, leaning nearly your entire upper body over the bar to hand him the free-drink token, closer again to drag your fingers over his shoulder, down to the pen tucked beneath his name tag. like this, you can see the lines of dark brown littered between the yellow of his eyes, the way his pupils dilate at your proximity, the affect you had on him.

scribbling your number down, you hold the coaster back out to him between two manicured fingers, holding your cosmo in your free one, biting your lip at the lovesick look in his eye, “i’ll see you around, denki.”

[lounaticcc]

✦ ；SICK MISUNDERSTANDING

sero x reader, denki x reader, fluff, crack Summary: you started feeling sick and you accidentally ignored him, making him think that you're mad.

🍊﹕ SERO HANTA ୨୧

⚡﹕ KAMINARI DENKI ୨୧

˗ˏˋ A/N: I feel like I could've done a bit better with denki's, but I ran out of ideas :( anyways bakugo and todoroki version soonn <3

[toanw]

precure no densetsu!!

[imma-triple-a-battery]

i think they should be allowed to be happy sometimes i think

[satorisoup]

NEW mha official art !! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

eijiro looks soso precious !! :<

[nightmarerose1]

CLASS 1A BAND PT 2 🎤⚡️🪆💥🐦‍⬛

Bonus: Jirou with her pretty lovers💜💛❤️

[a-ikuoliver]

oh my god……/..

{ first writing thing on here! continued under the cut }

thinking about racecar driver!denki kaminari.

thinking about how, when asked to set up a camera in his car before a race, he enjoys it a little too much. knowing people are watching him, that you’re watching him, he flexes his arms and his fingers on the wheel as he turns, shifting his hips up and leaning back and letting out a breathy sigh that he knew would get you wet.

thinking about how whenever he passes someone, he pulls up the visor on his helmet to wink at the camera, his dirty blonde hair plastered against his forehead, despite the crew in his headset telling him to watch the road. when he’s in the lead, he looks up at the giant screen where his face is projected, and watches as a #1 appears next to his name. he grins, pearly whites shining in the sun, as he hears a loud cheer erupt from the crowd as he passes the finish line.

thinking about how he always keeps his jacket a little bit unzipped, just enough to see the dip in between his collarbones and the top of his defined chest. he’s lean, yes, but he’s got enough muscle for it to be outlined through the suit. when he ties the jacket around his hips and reveals a sweat-soaked black tank top, he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he teases the interviewer when her eyes can’t help but trail down his body.

thinking about how he goes up to you after the race is done, not caring about cameras and people following, pulling you into a deep kiss and even dipping you for theatrics. he lets his hand settle on your hip while he’s talking to a reporter, holding you knowing you’re content with being with him. how he traces little circles with his thumb along your skirt, and slips the tips of his index and middle fingers into your waistband.

ahhh im so crazy about him 🫣🫣🤭

inspired by @aquadenks ‘s post about lightning mqueen and how denki coded he is.. 😋

[jade-of-mourning]

probably what momokamijirou would actually look like, tbh

[salivathehero]

your all good bro

[mysicklove]

What if we like spanked denki till he cums making him a dumb sensitive mess 😈

oh my god could you imagine…

having him bare over your fully clothed knee. his pupils are blown and he trembles with excitement. after all, he always cums the hardest when being hit. besides, being in the position makes him feel small, and completely at your mercy. he feels euphoric thinking about it.

could you imagine making him count down from from 40. he moans and arches his back, while humping your leg with every slap.

he smiles dumbly, waiting for the next hit that makes him clench the sheets beneath him. loves the sting that it leaves behind, blocking all lines of thought except for the pain.

he absolutely loves it when grip the skin possessively after each slap that slowly turns his ass pink. trembles and drools when you ask, “who’s pretty ass does this belong to?”

he lifts up his hips and wiggles them and basically preaches, “yours! it’s all yours!” it makes his poor heart beat so fast and his cock begin to leak onto you clothes.

and oh my god when he cums after the twentieth slap he begins to panic because it’s not the same. it hurts now, how the hell was he getting off to this?

who squirms in your lap with a sob. you have to use one of your hands to pin his arm behind his back. he flinches with every hit and whimpers when he feels his spent cock rub against you.

but then by the last 10 hits his cock is hard again and there he was once again craving the satisfying smack. the fucked out smile he always wears after his first orgasm appears as tears continue to drip from his eyes.

could you imagine how upset he would be when you stopped before he could cum again? “0. No—No! Please more, just ten more, please!”

he cums hard after the addition seven and now he flops and twitches slightly in your lap, ass bright red and stinging. but even so, he looks up at you with those bright lost eyes, like you gave him the best reward ever.

god masochist boys got me fucked up.