“Yep.”
“…Huh.”
“Yeah.”
A tense moment passes, and Katsuki realized he never sighed Big Red’s shirt. He looks down at the cake stained fabric and shoots his mothafuckin shot without thinking.
“I’d let you rub me down, I guess.”
TBC
(11/11)
“Yep.”
“…Huh.”
“Yeah.”
A tense moment passes, and Katsuki realized he never sighed Big Red’s shirt. He looks down at the cake stained fabric and shoots his mothafuckin shot without thinking.
“I’d let you rub me down, I guess.”
TBC
(11/11)
“That’s…a really fuckin’ weird thing to say.”
Big Red stiffens, but doesn’t give up quite yet- determined to prove he’s not a psychopath.
“Uh…it sounded so much better in my head instead of asking for your number like a creep.”
(10/11)
“That’s…a really fuckin’ weird thing to say.”
Big Red stiffens, but doesn’t give up quite yet- determined to prove he’s not a psychopath.
“Uh…it sounded so much better in my head instead of asking for your number like a creep.”
(10/11)
“Wait. Just…take a pause. What?”
Big Red breathes, his pecs heaving in a way that has Katsuki’s heart and dick in a chokehold. “I’m good with my hands, okay? My mom’s a masseuse.”
(9/11)
“Wait. Just…take a pause. What?”
Big Red breathes, his pecs heaving in a way that has Katsuki’s heart and dick in a chokehold. “I’m good with my hands, okay? My mom’s a masseuse.”
(9/11)
Two gays, dancing around each other like a pair of flopping fish on land.
“I…think I’m gonna go reevaluate my life choices now. I’m so sorry- again. It was really nice to meet you.”
(8/11)
Two gays, dancing around each other like a pair of flopping fish on land.
“I…think I’m gonna go reevaluate my life choices now. I’m so sorry- again. It was really nice to meet you.”
(8/11)
Katsuki freezes. His brain blue screens.
“…what?”
Big Red groans, looking like he wants to die on the spot from the sudden word vomit. “I didn’t mean- oh man. Okay. Like, your hand? I can- oh jeez. I’m so sorry.”
(7/11)
Katsuki freezes. His brain blue screens.
“…what?”
Big Red groans, looking like he wants to die on the spot from the sudden word vomit. “I didn’t mean- oh man. Okay. Like, your hand? I can- oh jeez. I’m so sorry.”
(7/11)
Big Red laughs again, a faint blush on his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence as Katsuki is totally not waiting on the edge of his seat for a response.
(6/11)
Big Red laughs again, a faint blush on his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence as Katsuki is totally not waiting on the edge of his seat for a response.
(6/11)
Big Red starts to look sheepish now as he rubs the back of his neck in a way that’s stupidly charming.
“Ah, I’m holding up the line. I should get going.”
(5/11)
Big Red starts to look sheepish now as he rubs the back of his neck in a way that’s stupidly charming.
“Ah, I’m holding up the line. I should get going.”
(5/11)
His smile is genuine and excited but his teeth are sharp. Augmented. Katsuki’s pacemaker him jolt as his heart skips a beat.
He’s beyond fucked.
(4/11)
His smile is genuine and excited but his teeth are sharp. Augmented. Katsuki’s pacemaker him jolt as his heart skips a beat.
He’s beyond fucked.
(4/11)
Which sucks, because he definitely needs two hands to-
“I’m such a huge fan. Like, not in a creepy way. I just think you’re super manly.”
Katsuki blinks, processing. “That so?”
(3/11)
Which sucks, because he definitely needs two hands to-
“I’m such a huge fan. Like, not in a creepy way. I just think you’re super manly.”
Katsuki blinks, processing. “That so?”
(3/11)
Not because it’s a great way to bring in extra cash, or that he gets to watch his fans fumble all over themselves to ask what his favorite color is-
Nah. His hand kills by the end of it.
(2/11)
Not because it’s a great way to bring in extra cash, or that he gets to watch his fans fumble all over themselves to ask what his favorite color is-
Nah. His hand kills by the end of it.
(2/11)
But fuck, what he wouldn’t give to lick the icing off of Big Red’s abs.
(7/7) TBC?
But fuck, what he wouldn’t give to lick the icing off of Big Red’s abs.
(7/7) TBC?
On the outside, he’s cool and collected as his manager hands him another sheet cake. But on the inside it’s pure gay panic he hasn’t felt since high school.
(6/7)
On the outside, he’s cool and collected as his manager hands him another sheet cake. But on the inside it’s pure gay panic he hasn’t felt since high school.
(6/7)
He’s covered in vanilla icing and pieces of cake, looking like it was the best day of his stupid life.
(5/7)
He’s covered in vanilla icing and pieces of cake, looking like it was the best day of his stupid life.
(5/7)