[training is a completely valid use for chains and bakugou's encouraged denji to use them when they spar. he won't get any triggers from getting strung up by chainsaw man in a fight since his adrenaline's going and he trusts denji implicitly. it's other more nefarious sorts of bindings (see the sloppy tentacle kinds) that run the risk of triggering anything. similarly, while they're making out or fucking or otherwise enjoying close proximity, where bakugou's expecting touches, a hand sliding around his nape or brushing over the area isn't gonna set him off since he knows it's gonna happen at some point, already soaking into denji's touch and wanting him to do so everywhere. hold him to pull him in closer, not some damn grab like a kitten's neck scruff. besides, he's been the recipient of so many bites, sucks, kisses, licks, and other oral manhandling on his neck already. thanks, babe. even bit him there like a fucking dog while mounting him the same way. yeah, bakugou blew his load all over the sheets because of it. shut up. denji's sexy.]
Aa. [cowardice, giving up, loss, things bakugou refuses to accept from anyone calling themself a hero. heroes win. he's always believed that, since why the hell would you fight or do something if you didn't plan to succeed? who walks into a challenge planning to fail? and why would you bother wasting the resources to do so. bakugou understands denji's past is sordid, and he's made some choices the blonde wouldn't agree with. but denji comes from a different world, with different experiences and circumstances; it'd be fucking unfair to levy his own world's morals and expectations at him without warning. like other people, bakugou focuses on how they act here in this world, alongside him. he'll judge and decide from there.
bleh, it's hot again. even in the cold dessert nights, even with the damn barred window sitting up there letting in the air, bakugou still feels hot. the stupid nightmare, and a much better source being denji's warm body pressing against his own as they tangle together under the sheets. him and his perky little smile which sees the blonde leaning in to bite at it, petulant. normally he's not bothered by sweat, but that's outside and active! not when he's sleeping in his bed trying to be comfortable! sex notwithstanding, though even then, provided he's not fucked into flickering consciousness, he wants to shower and change the sheets rather than sleeping and waking in their own mess of sweat, spit, and cum.
mph! and now he's show up with a pair of lips against his own. ugh, this damn brat and his clingy love. bakugou wraps an arm around denji's shoulders, pulling him in close as he returns the kiss. fine, if denji doesn't wanna enjoy stripping him (yes, he's gonna taunt him for that) then the blonde's gonna do it for him. free hand not clutching at his boyfriend dives down and grabs for his hemline. with a quick yank upward, he starts wriggling himself out of the soaking material, finally shucking it over his head and then dragging upward to strip it off his arms above his hair. it breaks the kiss momentarily, but he reclaims it even as he bares himself and throws the material away.]
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Aa. [cowardice, giving up, loss, things bakugou refuses to accept from anyone calling themself a hero. heroes win. he's always believed that, since why the hell would you fight or do something if you didn't plan to succeed? who walks into a challenge planning to fail? and why would you bother wasting the resources to do so. bakugou understands denji's past is sordid, and he's made some choices the blonde wouldn't agree with. but denji comes from a different world, with different experiences and circumstances; it'd be fucking unfair to levy his own world's morals and expectations at him without warning. like other people, bakugou focuses on how they act here in this world, alongside him. he'll judge and decide from there.
bleh, it's hot again. even in the cold dessert nights, even with the damn barred window sitting up there letting in the air, bakugou still feels hot. the stupid nightmare, and a much better source being denji's warm body pressing against his own as they tangle together under the sheets. him and his perky little smile which sees the blonde leaning in to bite at it, petulant. normally he's not bothered by sweat, but that's outside and active! not when he's sleeping in his bed trying to be comfortable! sex notwithstanding, though even then, provided he's not fucked into flickering consciousness, he wants to shower and change the sheets rather than sleeping and waking in their own mess of sweat, spit, and cum.
mph! and now he's show up with a pair of lips against his own. ugh, this damn brat and his clingy love. bakugou wraps an arm around denji's shoulders, pulling him in close as he returns the kiss. fine, if denji doesn't wanna enjoy stripping him (yes, he's gonna taunt him for that) then the blonde's gonna do it for him. free hand not clutching at his boyfriend dives down and grabs for his hemline. with a quick yank upward, he starts wriggling himself out of the soaking material, finally shucking it over his head and then dragging upward to strip it off his arms above his hair. it breaks the kiss momentarily, but he reclaims it even as he bares himself and throws the material away.]