the whiplash, however, comes the morning after.
when riot has bruises and scratches and even a few minor burns all over himself—dynamight is who wakes up next to him.
the whiplash, however, comes the morning after.
when riot has bruises and scratches and even a few minor burns all over himself—dynamight is who wakes up next to him.
/katsuki/ pinches his own nipples and can barely keep his eyes focused, and with a little coaxing, he even /begs/ for what he wants.
/katsuki/ pinches his own nipples and can barely keep his eyes focused, and with a little coaxing, he even /begs/ for what he wants.
but it turns out dynamight isn’t who rolls over for him. that’s katsuki.
and /katsuki/ doesn’t fight back.
but it turns out dynamight isn’t who rolls over for him. that’s katsuki.
and /katsuki/ doesn’t fight back.
riot thought sharing pleasure with him would be just as much of a war as every conversation they ever had. he’s prepared to /take/ it, hold him down and show him
riot thought sharing pleasure with him would be just as much of a war as every conversation they ever had. he’s prepared to /take/ it, hold him down and show him
when the opportunity finally presents itself—a uninterrupted moment alone, the air full of tension and sharp words—bakugou falls so beautifully.
and yet somehow, it’s nothing like riot expects.
when the opportunity finally presents itself—a uninterrupted moment alone, the air full of tension and sharp words—bakugou falls so beautifully.
and yet somehow, it’s nothing like riot expects.
but flesh is a fickle thing—it wants what it wants, and bakugou’s wanted /him/ deep dark underbelly and all.
but flesh is a fickle thing—it wants what it wants, and bakugou’s wanted /him/ deep dark underbelly and all.
pretty thing like dynamight? oh he fought so hard, put up such a good performance of hate and distain—bared his teeth and spat nasty insults at him day after day, week after week.
even when he mellows out, that spark of hatred remained.
pretty thing like dynamight? oh he fought so hard, put up such a good performance of hate and distain—bared his teeth and spat nasty insults at him day after day, week after week.
even when he mellows out, that spark of hatred remained.