“don't talk with your mouth full, it's bad manners.”
denki kaminari is a yapper.
he can talk for japan.
about nothing, and everything. about his little hobbies and interests, like the time he got really into origami for two weeks and folded fifty paper cranes before getting distracted by baking videos. about a bug he saw one time that kind of looked like pikachu if you squinted. about an anime he watched five years ago that reminded him of a tiktok he saw yesterday—actually, no, it reminded him of two tiktoks, and he’ll pull them both up even though you’re in the middle of eating.
he doesn't even realize he's doing it. he just talks.
before you started dating, he once spent two full hours explaining the entire five nights at freddy’s lore to you. he even brought a whiteboard. he drew a timeline. there were arrows, names, color-coded events. he kept glancing at you nervously, like he was waiting for you to run. you thought he was fucking psychotic, but according to all his friends that was his weak attempt at flirting.
he talks in his sleep too. full conversations. one night, around 3 a.m., he whispered, “gregory… you have to hide.” and you just laid there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what choices in life had led you here. he was completely out. you even poked him and he just mumbled something about “security breach.”
you didn't sleep much that night. he did.
you hear him on the phone all the time. he’s loud. his voice carries. you don’t even need to be in the same room to catch half the story. in group calls, he’s that guy—never letting anyone finish a sentence, always jumping back in because he just remembered another detail, or because he needs to relate something someone said to a completely different topic.
he narrates everything he does. it’s like living with a one-man podcast. making a sandwich? you’re getting a full tutorial with sound effects. brushing his teeth? he gives ratings to the toothpaste flavor like he’s doing a mukbang. finding a sock under the bed? live drama, complete with shocked gasps and a full backstory on how the sock ended up there.
he doesn't mean to talk so much, honestly, he can't help himself. he just… gets excited. he thinks out loud. he loves sharing things. his brain moves fast, and his mouth just tries to keep up.
"s-so sorry baby, your pussy just tastes so—mmf."
so sometimes you have to shut him up. the only way you know how.
his long eyelashes flutter against flushed cheeks, those bambi eyes of his wide and glassy as he looks up at you from between your thighs.
his fingers gripping the fat of your thighs as he drags your pussy back down onto his mouth. tongue greedy, he mouths at you like you're divine. slow, wet, sloppy kisses, tongue flicking then flattening, dipping in and out like he’s tasting something sacred. he hums against you, needy and messy and so, so fucking eager.
but as he pauses to catch his breath, you realise, he's still running his mouth.
with eyes locked onto the sticky mess he's made, his mouth is still moving, lips slick and parted as he mumbles god knows what into your pussy. eyes fixed on the mess he's made, like he's hypnotized. and the worst part? you can feel it. the vibrations, the breathy whispers, the praise he's spilling straight into your cunt.
you strain to make out the words, and between the rush of blood in your ears you catch bits and pieces. "t-thank youuu, so fu-ucking good for me, you’re perfect, so warm, so wet, love you, love you, love yo—"
you roll your eyes and cut his praises short with a forceful tug of his hair. not too hard. just enough. it makes him whine into you, the sound all breath and heat, and you feel his hips twitch against the mattress. he loves it when you take control. he melts for it.
"denki, sweetie, what have i told you?" you sigh contently when his tongue starts doing circles on your clit, "no talking while you're eating."
he doesn’t answer with words—he knows better. just moans, all obedient and desperate, nodding his head so fast his blonde locs shake. sweat glistens on his forehead, some strands of hair sticking to it. you brush them away gently, and his amber eyes snap up to meet yours.
they're wide. glassy. brimming with devotion.
he's docile, pliable. he listens, does what he's told.
and for now, he's quiet.
but you'll keep him here until he's learnt his lesson.
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Subby boys who are forced to dry hump your thigh when you don't give them anything else.
It hurt. It fucking hurts but his hips don't stop rutting down wards. The bulges in their thin boxers rubbing up and down your plush thighs in a desperate attempt to get pleasure.
You were busy, or just being mean for a punishment. No hands on him except an occasional firm grip on his thigh grinding him down harder.
The embarrassment was just as bad. You fully clothed, looking at him with a michevous going in your eyes. And him, rutting against your thigh like he's in heat, naked except his boxers.
He tried hiding his desperate moans at first but now he has no filter, letting them fall from his lips freely. His high pitched whine of pleasure filling the room.
It hurt but that doesn't stop the wet spot forming in his boxers. You know exactly when he comes, his hips stutter and thighs shake, he can't stop the pornagraphic moan he let's out at the feeling.
The cum that seeps through the thin material of his underwear lands on your pants. Guess he'll just have to make it up to you some how.
y’all know the choker he wears stays on during sex, let him know just how pretty he looks wearing the choker, makes him act up. clip a leash onto him and use him like a bitch you’ll have him moaning like one
“OhHh..~! fuckkk ye..ah~” His face is smushed against the sheets, his knuckles turning white due to how hard he was gripping them. Holding onto the leash and and use it to fuck deep into him while pressing on his back to deepen his arch.
His voice is starting to tremble and turn into small sobs, his smile quivering. you’re slamming so deep into his tummy, his prostate being so roughly grinded against.
“k-keep go..’ng..bou—ta… com..~” He can barely keep his eyes open, his face is covered in tears and drool, his bangs sticking to his forehead, a mess.
He screams a moan, finishing all over the bed. fill him up to the brim and leave him twitching, a stupid fucked out expression on his beautiful face.
Thinking about Denki, who's always been... a bit needier than most. Not that you were complaining, no, because that's what got you into this delicious situation.
You stand in the doorway of your room as Denki remains oblivious to your presence, too focused on the thick cock thrusting in and out of his hole.
It's clear he's been at this for a while. His face is flushed, hair sticking to his forehead and neck from the sweat, and best of all, the tears streaming down his face. As Denki bounces on the cock, his legs shake, clearly exhausted, and he mumbles out quiet little 'please'.
"Please what?" you ask, his eyes widening at the sound of your voice, a shaky whimper sneaking past his red bitten lips. The poor thing can't come without you.
But good little boys don't play without their master's permission, do they? Isn't it time Denki got a punishment for his behavior?
playful slutty boys who send videos of them jerking off or fingering their tight hole on days you are busy in office. a lazy grin on their face with their legs spread wide apart for you to stare wide eyed through the screen while their hands rub up and down their sensitive chest, moaning out loud. they say the nastiest shit, “my hole is feeling so empty without you” or “my poor cock needs to be roughly slapped mommy”, while shamelessly wiggling their ass towards the camera. and when you get home all dizzy and extremely fucking horny, he sits on the couch all pretty in your hoodie with a tub of ice cream. eyes blinking innocently up at you, feigning the question, “what did i do?” before you drag their ass into bed to rail them hard.
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cw: sub! denki kaminari, gn! reader, toy use: bullet vibrator, nipple clamps, fleshlight. kinda heavy bondage (he is tied to chair lol), sadistic reader!!, denki being the biggest dork at the end, unedited (for now?) and POORLY WRITTEN lolol
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a/n: well @sorrowfulrosebud this was supposed to be a drabble. oopsies. everyone dont yell at me for writing this instead of kinktober IM SORRY. ALSO denki is a little silly at the end, I hope it doesn't ruin the mood for you guys :/ he is just such a nerd to me.
“No. No. Nonononono!” The blonde squeals, squirming in his chair. His legs try to kick up, causing his thighs to pull at the restraints.
You frown at him but ignore his plea, snapping the nipple clams onto the first nipple. He jumps in his chair and he lets out a yelp, muffling the sounds of the vibrator. “Don’t “no” me, you were the one to beg for this.”
In an instant, Denki’s face shifts into a wicked grin, and you roll your eyes. “You know I like to put on a show,” he purrs, “makes it more kinky, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, yeah, you sick pervert.” You use the remote to turn up the vibrator logged inside him a setting higher, and the blonde gulps, letting about a small mewl. Then, you clamp the metal onto his other nipple, forcing another pained noise out from his mouth.
“Ow! Ow!” He screeches, twisting from left to right in his red rope bindings. “It still hurts! Y-You got to be gentle with me!”
You reach for his thigh, giving him a teasing slap. “Quit that. Gentle with you? You would throw a hissy fit if I was.”
He remains quiet at that, agreeing with you, and the action makes you grin. You grab the fleshlight and begin to pour a copious amount of lube onto it while Denki squirms in his chair, excited for what’s to come. The bullet vibrator placed meticulously on his prostate was sending his head spinning, but to add something around his cock too? He was already daydreaming about how hard he is about to orgasm.
In one quick motion, you slide the entire thing down his length. His reaction is immediate; his back arches and he let out a moan. “There ya go,” You hum, “You like that, don't you baby?”
You don’t ease into it, knowing he will complain if you do. So, instead you set a ruthless pace and Kamari already feels himself begin to drool. His eyes roll back and he begins to hump into the toy, not caring that his hips were basically strapped down into the chair. “Y-Yeah. Can you…Vibrator?”
You smile at the boy, nodding to him before reaching over and clicking the button onto the highest setting. He groans out, a lazy smile plastered on his face. “Fuck yeah. Fuck, this is heaven, ‘s got to be.”
You scoff at him, trying not to roll your eyes. He was always the dramatic type, trying to find the most creative ways to show his love for what you do to him. It was cute though, so you didn’t mind too much.
His hips continue to buck into the fleshlight, and his ass lifts slightly up the chair, going against the binds to try and reach it better. The vibrator in him makes a loud buzzing noise and every once in awhile he stops his desperate humping to try and push back into it.
The noises he let's out are loud, high in pitch, as if he was trying to tell everyone around him how good he was feeling. It makes you wonder if you want to put a gag on him, but be always gets so pouty after you do, and you didn't know if you want to deal with that. So, you let the neighbors hear his cries — it was better than the annoying sound of the vibrator, to you and Denki at least.
Eventually his hips start to thrust up too high, and the rope begins to rub against his thigh. He was going to hurt himself at this rate, and that's the last thing you guys needed. You rest your hands on his thigh, pushing him down against the chair. “Kaminari, relax, it's not going anywhere. You don't gotta chase the toy.”
He shakes his head, continuing to try and buck upward. His eyes are furrowed shut and his face is contorted in a frown. “Can't help it. Love it, s-so much!”
You yank the toy away and Denki lets out a noise akin to a puppy yelping in pain, which causes you to roll your eyes. “No. Please no! I'm sorry I'm sorry ill relax. Don't take it away, I can't cum without it! I'll be good, a good boy for you I promise!”
Your face heats up at his lewd words and you pause for a second. His cock twitches from the coolness of the air, and you watch as a glob of pre drops onto the chair. He whines, and squirms in his confinement.
Then, you gulp and sigh, rubbing your hands on his thighs that are trying their best to stay planted on the chair. “It's alright, I'm not stopping,” you murmur, sliding the fleshlight onto his cock with a satisfying squelch. He cries out, and the noise loudness of the sound startled you. Your eyes flicker to his now glassy ones. “Fuck, Kaminari, you sound straight up out of a bad porno, you know that?” You say, breathless, and fixed solely on his face.
Sweat beads at his temples, and his lip trembles. His cheeks flush red and he shakes his head back and forth. The pale legs tremble in his seat but he doesn't buck upward, instead waiting for you to cover his cock. It's agonizing to him, and he wants nothing more than to fuck it, but he remains seated, instead choosing to push himself back into the bullet vibrator.
Your hands reach up to play with the chain and Kaminari let’s out a hiss, but doesn’t oppose it. The nipples have become slightly swollen from the clamp, and it causes you to frown. “Poor thing, look how red they are.”
A meek grin pulls at his face. “Y-You like it though, yeah?”
“I do. They are so cute like this,” You nod, slightly pulling on the metal, and tearing another whimper from his mouth. Your hand continues their quick motions and his moans begin to get louder. His hips begin to buck up again.
“Kaminari,” You warn sharply and he immediately presses his ass back into the chair with a short apology. You place your hand onto his face, your own apology, but for the harshness of your tone. He nuzzles into it, rubbing his cheek into your palm. “Good boy.”
He nods his head, buzzing at the praise. Drool begins to bead at the corner of his lips, and his eyes begin to get cloudy. He finds himself chanting out curse words and melting into the chair. With every stroke of the toy, every sound of the liquid gliding across his dick, he feels himself inch toward his high. The blonde's hands clench and unclench, and he mewls. “I need to cum. P-Please?”
The vibrator continues to target his sweet spot and it sends him shivering, not knowing if he should focus on the buzzing sensation or the one wrapped around his cock. But, you pull on the chain again, answering his question for him. His back arches and he cries out from the pain of his nipples being tugged uncomfortably outward.
“Yeah? That was quick, little embarrassing, don’t you think babe?”
He pouts at you, and tears begin to tumble down his cheeks. “Shut up!”.
You ignore him, instead choosing to rest your cheek on his thigh, now kneeling in front of the chair, and blinking up at him.
“‘s nothing to be embarrassed bout. I think it’s cute that you last as long as a virgin,” You coo, eyes flickering to the flesh light that keeps hiding his dick from you.
Denki shakes his head from side to side, whining at you, and beginning to sniffle from the tears. “Y-You just don’t understand,” he warbles and you raise your eyebrows. “Don’t even know what to focus on. Gonna cum, I can’t. I-I—Please!”
You smile at him, standing up again and resting your arm on the back of his chair. It creates a shadow over his body, and it makes the boy feel strangely small compared to you. He doesn’t complain.
One hand continues to stroke him, and the other plays with the chain on his chest. You pause for a moment, creating an air of dramatics, and Denki let’s out a small whine in complaint. “Alright, you can cum. I guess I don’t mind.”
He nods his head eagerly, blinking up at you with wet eyes. Then, you watch his body go rigid and his face scrunch up. Denki curses out, and you wait a moment before you grab at the chain and rip it off of his nipples.
It sends a burning pain down his and entire back and the blondes eyes widen, shocked by your actions. He borderline screams and it sends a full shiver down your spine. “Ow! Ow! Fuck. Fuck. Ow!”
But it doesn’t ruin his orgasm, in fact, it may have made it stronger. The blonde cums into the fleshlight and you watch as it drips down his cock, staining it a milky shade of white. He moans are high in pitch, and they seem to echo off of the walls from how loud they are. But they were always like this when he orgasms, so you weren’t surprised by it.
It lasts about 20 seconds total, and eventually, he slumps against the chair. You turn off the vibrator quickly, not wanting to overstimulate him just yet and pull off the fleshlight. The remaining of his cum drips from the toy and onto the tip of Kaminari’s cock. He doesn’t even spare it a glance.
Instead, he looks toward you, tongue out and licking at the excess drool left behind on his lips and chin. He pulls at the restraints, but doesn’t really put any effort to get out; it was more of just a test of whether he could get out. When satisfied by the results, he nods to himself, before turning to you. He cocks his head to the side.
“Soooooooo,” He announces loud and proud, contrasting his earlier pathetic pleas. You sigh to yourself, already knowing something ridiculous is to come from the way he is grinning at you. When Denki sees you playing along, he dramatically clears his throat. “Who’s the next star on tonight’s game show?” The voice is loud, mimicking every classic game show host. “Will it be, contestant number one, the dildo? Contestant number two, the vibrating wand? Orrrrrr the fan favorite, all-time champion, most beloved—“
You hold up two items you grabbed from the box placed neck to you and cock your head to the side. “Ball gag and cock ring?”
Denki's eyes widen, and he smiles anxiously at you. He should have known that you were going to play along with his antics, and the results were never fun. His voice is higher in pitch, and his eyes never leave the items in your hand as if terrified by them.
“W-We will find out after this s-short break, folks.” You borderline pounce on him.
I need to punish Denki so bad. Imagine working from home, clacking away at your keyboard as you complete your task before the deadline. Everything was going as smooth as possible.
Until your blonde boyfriend decided his growing cock needed you.
(Dom/sub themes and toys hehe)
“Baaaaaaaaabe?” He draws out, slinking his way into your office. You smile at him as you continue to work.
“Hi angel, anything I can help with?” Your eyes flicker between the two of you. Kaminari huffs as he slides near your computer.
“You’ve been working alllllll day,” he whines, nestling his head into your neck and pressing small, open mouthed kisses to the soft flesh. He was naked above the waist, his waist looking so grabbable.
“I’m bored master, come play with me,” he murmurs seductively into your ear. You were suddenly very aware of the tinkle of the bell on his collar that we wore when he was in the horniest of moods; the days when you had full permission to ravage him.
Your hands reach behind you to play with his hair. He snuggles closer to you.
“I’m sorry sweetpea, I have to work a bit more. Be a good boy and wait for me, then I’ll play with you allll you want,” you promise him, releasing his locks as you continue to type.
Kaminari huffs slightly, grumpy you were ‘prioritising your work over your sub’. A cheeky grin crosses his face as he leans down and presses more kisses to your cheeks.
“Denki, I’m not kidding. I have a deadline. You can be good and wait, I’m sure,” you say more firmly. Kaminari grins, seeing you already fall for his plans. His slender arms wrap around your waist as he plonks his head against yours.
“Can’t I at least sit on your lap as you work? I just want to be close to you,” he pouts and mumbles, rubbing his cheeks against yours. An annoyed huff leaves you as you glare at him.
“Fine, you can come sit on my lap. Any funny business, or rule breaking, will be punished,” you said firmly. You shifted your chair to make room for him.
I’m counting on it, Kaminari giggled internally.
He slunk his body around you, comfortably spooning you as you worked. You had to admit; the soft breathing and gentle weight of your sub provided comfort during this stressful work. Your hand found refuge in the small of his back, right near the dimples that pinched his lower spine.
Despite being strict before, you did occasionally reward Denki with a soft kiss to his head, and the soft petting of his electric yellow locks. Denki wasn’t going to admit any time soon that he was beginning to lose sight of his original plan as he nosed your neck and let out sleepy sighs.
He allows a contented giggle to leave him, nuzzling into you as he rocks his hips slightly. His smile falters as your grip becomes tighter.
“Denki. Don’t.” The order was firm and harsh as he whined.
“Sorry master, I just wanted to get comfy,” he pouts sleepily. You nod suspiciously, rubbing the small of his back as you focus again. He buries his head into your neck, breaths slowing again. He had to be methodical.
He waited a few minutes between each rolling of the hips. Your grip tightened after each roll, but you allowed him to continue humping you. Denki’s whines were quiet at first; soft pants in your ear as his leaky cock rutted against your tummy. He could hear your sigh of disappointment, before you clutched his hips close to you.
“Get it out of your system,” you say blankly. Frankly, Denki was too horny to care about your empty voice. He took your invitation with great pleasure. He whimpered and hiccuped at every rut, precum ruining your shirt.
“Masterrr, hurtssss,” he whined, holding you as tightly as he could. He finished against you with a high pitched moan. Cum was sprayed over the fabric of your shirt as he huffed and puffed next to you. Amber eyes flicked to you, immediately getting nervous when he sees your disappointed glare.
“I um-” he started, holding your shirt as he excused himself. You stop him with a sharp slap to the ass, making him squeak in pain.
“No no no brat, you wanted master to play? Fine. Get on the bed,” you command lowly, squeezing his hips to prove your point. Denki whimpered a little, his cock elevating again.
He presented himself on the bed, sat on his knees with his hands in his lap as you rootle in the drawers.
“Close your eyes and turn around,” you snap, closing the drawer. Denki obeys excitedly as he feels you pull his arms behind his back.
Low moans are let out as he recognises the familiar grit of the rope you have. It wraps prettily around his upper arms, then wrists. You wrap a few loops around his sensitive chest, smacking his thigh when he whines too loud.
A thick blindfold is wrapped around his head, secured tightly to him. He shook his head experimentally, grinning in delight when he couldn’t shake it off.
“Turn around,” you said, digging into the drawer again. Denki obeys immediately. He shuddered at your cold hands pawing at his thighs. He felt you pause at the sight of the garters around his slender legs, jumping when you slap them.
“Spread your legs, pet. Keep them spread for master,” you coo, rubbing his sensitive nipples through his shirt. Denki had to swallow, Adam’s Apple bobbing. His legs part, cock leaking immense precum.
More rope is tied. You start at the top of his legs, securing the rope from his thigh to his ankle. You repeated the process from one leg to another as Denki moaned slightly. He was effectively frog-tied now, whimpering and mumbling your name.
“You were such a bad little pet, weren’t you Denki? You just wanted master’s attention, didn’t you,” you coo pathetically at him. He couldn’t help the tears in his eyes as sub space makes his eyes go glossy.
“Mhm! Jus- just wanted your attention master!” He whines, rubbing the ropes off his body. You tut at him, holding a few more toys.
“Colour, pet,” you demand. Denki grins slightly wobbly, pleasure making him giddy.
“Green,” he giggles.
“Excellent.” You held up the dildo ball gag, rubbing the tip on his wet lips. His tongue immediately makes its way around the tip, running it along the underside and suckling the tip. You allow him to get used to the girth, considering how long he would be wearing it.
Slowly, you push each inch in. You monitor his hands behind you, making sure he didn’t signify the safe symbol. At the sight of his dormant hands, you push the rest of the silicone in. He gags at first, his throat game slightly rusty since it’s been a while.
You coo praises at him, pushing the ball behind his teeth as you buckle the back. His muffled whines amplify as you let out a few experimental smacks to his chest and thighs. His cock quivered at the smacks, the tip releasing pearly droplets of precum.
“Such a good little cock slut, aren’t you Denki?” You praise him, slowly turning him so that he was lying on his tummy. The sub moaned and whined in return as he felt your fingers gently trace his taint.
Denki couldn’t help the squeal that left him as you ripped open his shorts to reveal a glinting butt plug twinkling back at you.
“Such a good boy. You prepped yourself for me?” You praise him, slapping his ass cheeks. Denki sobbed and whined as you shushed him gently, rubbing his reddened cheeks with care. You circle the butt plug with a feather light touch, before slowly inching it out. His hole gaped afterwards as he sobbed in relief. Little did he know, the vibrating bunny that was going to be slid into his tight little cunt.
You tease his hole with the toy, slowly sliding it along his balls and cock. He whimpers and chokes on his gag, arching his back. You coo at him again, before pressing the tip to his tight hole.
He gasps as loud as he could as the tip sliiiiides right through his cunt, making him choke on the dildo sitting snug in his throat. You soothe his whimpers by rubbing his ass cheeks, until the toy finally bottomed out in him.
Your pillow was drenched in his drool, the breathing from his nose being one of the few sounds. You praise your sub for taking it so well, kissing his neck as you grabbed for more rope.
You fashioned a loop that wrapped around his cock to the toy, then straddling it to his leg. The bunny came just between his balls, uncomfortably prodding at his cock as he finally understood what was happening.
A low buzzing filled the room as you clicked the toy to the lowest setting, delighted in hearing your sub’s whimpers of pleasure. His head was spinning at the feeling of the cock in his throat, and the buzzing toy up his ass. He struggled against the rope as he moaned, spreading drool all over himself.
He felt you sit near his head as you stroked his locks and kissed his cheek.
“Now, be a good boy and wait here while master finishes that work,” you murmur, laughing at his confused muffle before he struggles more in protest. You shut that up immediately by increasing the power of the toy, melting the poor sub into the bedsheets.
His muffled cries went straight to your core, making you throb as you felt a tiny inkling of guilt. This wasn’t a new punishment; there had been many a time you had to tie him up to keep him from bothering you (fully consensual of course). You fumbled in the drawer for the last toy; a heavy set of noise cancelling headphones.
“Remember our safety signal, pet?” You ask him seriously, rubbing your fingers down his spine. He sniffles pathetically before nodding with a squeaky moan. Small sparks of electricity popped off of his body into the air, before stopping.
“Good boy. I am going to be checking on you every once in a while, but for now, you must be punished. Do you understand me?” You stand up, making Denki chase your warmth.
He, again, sniffs and nods before arching his back when the toy brushes his prostate.
“That’s my bratty sub. Now, lift your head up,” you coo at him, snapping the headphones on him. He was left to his own pleasure, swarmed in darkness as he could only focus on the brushing of his prostate and the dildo lodged in his throat.
You pressed one final kiss to his sweaty head, a sharp slap to his ass and sat down to your computer to type once again.
Denki is what people would call an "abnormal sub" hes a sub through and through but he takes the stereotype of "good sub yes yes" and throws it out the window, hes very open when it comes to follow orders yes but he also pushes in ways that'll aren't harmful, he makes his dom question in ways that'll help improve everything (he doesn't even realize that he does this unless Shinso or Monoma point it out😭🙏)
Monoma: another case of abnormal subs but he takes bratty to whole new level, of course he'll follow orders if he feels up to it but he pushes and prods his dom, he wants someone who can match up with him yet not fully "tame" him, he wants a dom who will play into his theatrics yet will tell him when enough is enough.
Shinso: Shinso is just Shinso/j but seriously Shinso was an odd case to say the least, he never really showed the desire to have subs to the point people thought he never had a role until he met Monoma and Denki, and Shinso felt something in him connect as soon as the sub full of sunshine and the sub full of snark and starlight all but completely barged into his life, they fit perfectly together in ways that'll cause Shinso head to spin both in awe and in irritation.
Yet they all love each other even though people say that denki is too much or too bright for the "dark Shinsou" or the "infuriating" Monoma, Some would say Shinso is too dark or plain for Denki and Monoma, Some would say that Monoma is too infuriating for Denki and Shinso but they all prove them wrong of course.
