[ the worst part is- ... it's pure desire, with zero planning. which is the most dangerous combo when the kink itself is hazardous and the one wielding it doesn't have a solid strategy to keep his partner safe. it will be a chaotic fail unless denji actually, you know, thinks about it, do the math, instead of following blind cravings. as tempting as that might be, he wouldn't want to repeat the vegas stunt. and yet, he still had the habit of entertaining random urges when the hero toys with the cord. hell, at times during the mission, when bakugou gives it a tug and gets covered in gore, he would find himself fantasizing about shoving that massive tongue down the other boy's throat until he fucking gags. he might do it one day, maybe not when actual kaijus are around and the risk is too high of an ambush. maybe when the training session is lasting way too long and he'd want to harass his boyfriend into getting kicked out. here's an idea for next time— heh.
wait, why the fuck is he thinking about this now? denji knew this is the beginning of the domino effect, triggered by that damn selfie. which is not surprising since his brain has found solace from the stressful thoughts of makima terrorizing him in the city, happy to center its focus on something else. denji will allow it, closing his eyes and leaning back on his seat— he toys with the last piece of the cake with his fork. ]
good. keep it locked. if your hero buddy agrees to help, you're free to spend the night in my room. but, you gotta come in shirtless too. even if you won't be as sweaty.
[ oh, he thinks he's soooo smooth. denji has a questionable smile on his face- until he realized he's in a fucking cafe and someone might catch him being in a mood. ugh. ]
no, i mean- since we're like ... official and all. we should be sharing a bed more often. just saying. that's the law of the land.
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wait, why the fuck is he thinking about this now? denji knew this is the beginning of the domino effect, triggered by that damn selfie. which is not surprising since his brain has found solace from the stressful thoughts of makima terrorizing him in the city, happy to center its focus on something else. denji will allow it, closing his eyes and leaning back on his seat— he toys with the last piece of the cake with his fork. ]
good. keep it locked.
if your hero buddy agrees to help, you're free to spend the night in my room.
but, you gotta come in shirtless too. even if you won't be as sweaty.
[ oh, he thinks he's soooo smooth. denji has a questionable smile on his face- until he realized he's in a fucking cafe and someone might catch him being in a mood. ugh. ]
no, i mean-
since we're like ... official and all. we should be sharing a bed more often.
just saying. that's the law of the land.