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dumbshow2018-03-25 04:55 pm
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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen |
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Instead he scowls, because that's got a good track record.]
I don't know who convinced you spandex was a good idea when you look like that.
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[Duh? He gets bigger, Aizawa, there has to be a little give in his costume. He'd like to go over there and kiss that scowl straight off his face, but first--time for pants.]
Do you want breakfast?
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Yes.
[Still, he spends a few extra seconds looking him over before finally tearing his gaze away to go to the kitchen. It's doubtful Toshinori has some of that hideous pouch food he lives on, but maybe . . .? Or maybe just some rice.
Definitely just rice. At least he can cook that, that's something. And it feels sort of good to be able to contribute. It was nice to be cared for, even spoiled, but he likes being able to offer something in return.]
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Whatever, though; he puts on some damn pants, finally, before wandering out to see what Aizawa has done to his kitchen. He's... making some rice. Okay. That's barely a breakfast, babe.]
Are you ever hungry?
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[Rice is filling! Rice is just fine, god. It's at least a lot of rice, both because he hasn't eaten in god knows how long and because he assumes Toshinori will eat at least two shares.]
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[This weird boy... Cooking rice is enough to get Toshinori to come up behind him and wind an arm lazily around his waist. It's never to early for lots of affection, after all.]
I still have those fries.
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[But he loves that affection. He really, really loves it, and tips his head, exposing his neck in a silent bid for more.]
Eating is . . . bothersome. It wastes time and effort. I'd rather just get all my nutrients in one shot.
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I've never known anyone who gets bored by eating.
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And how many people have you really known?
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No matter what I say, that doesn't it make it any less odd, you know.
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[Oh, and perhaps now would be a good time for Toshinori to remember he is very, very new at this, and thus any arguments he wins via strategic flirting don't count.]
You should pick it up. It's more efficient. You could spend more time training.
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Will the rice survive this encounter? Who can say.]
I like eating. You saw my menus.
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[This isn't a serious argument in the least, in no small part because that was mumbled. He's twisting around, squirming beneath that touch, one arm lifting to reach back and latch his fingers firmly around the back of Toshinori's neck. Stay, and also incidentally keep doing that, or even more, he's easy--
Except that arm movement sends a shock of pain running through him, and Aizawa can't help the way he jerks and hisses in pain.]
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[Eating. Eating, a basic survival function, is illogical-- but he'll pursue this in a moment, now that Aizawa is fidgeting and apparently hurting himself. It's because he has to reach up a foot and a half, isn't it, so there's only one choice.
Well, there are several, but only one that appeals to Toshinori's desire to both kiss him and stop him from wiggling all over the place, so it's this: he turns Aizawa around by his shoulders and then effortlessly lifts him up to seat him on the kitchen counter. Tada!! Now he can lean in to kiss him without anyone having to telescope their spine or stretch their horrible acid burn wounds.]
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But here he is regardless, moved so easily it's as if he weighs nothing at all, and there's something really fucking fantastic about that. Toshinori really can just move him however he wants him, and oh, but he'll absolutely fantasize about that later. He's fantasizing about it right now, hips rocking forward uselessly, face flushed in the best possible way.
For now: he sits up on the kitchen counter with his legs spread, Toshinori's oversized shirt falling off his shoulder and his mouth sore from how hard he's being kissed. Automatically one leg wraps around his hips, and he sighs in satisfaction as he yanks him in closer.
It's at least a minute before he dimly remembers--]
Turn the-- turn the stove off--
[Mumbled, and he doesn't give Toshinori a chance to respond before he's kissing him again.]
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Turn the...? Oh, oh yes, the rice, and this breakfast should actually happen eventually, but apparently it's not happening right now. Toshinori has to grope blindly for that, too, occupied as he is with Aizawa's mouth, but luckily he can turn a dial and kiss at the same time.
So now there's no breakfast but there is Aizawa, flustered and flushed and still half-dressed, clinging to him with everything he's got once again. Toshinori's head is already spinning a little, and he squeezes Aizawa's hip hard to brace himself as he leans into him.
He has a schedule for the day— a schedule he's ignoring now to break apart from Aizawa's mouth with a breathless laugh at their completely predictable thirst. Not that he's done, far from it, ducking his head to nip at his neck. Aizawa wears that whole heap of fabric with his costume, he'll be fine with a mark or two—]
Sooner or later-- you're going to eat something.
[Or no more kisses, probably.]
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Oh, for god's sake.]
I-is that your idea of dirty talk?
[Stop talking about food! He doesn't care about food, and he actually lifts a hand, smacking the back of Toshinori's head lightly. He wants to focus back on the way Toshinori is between his legs, that's way better to think about. Or how his fingers feel gripping his hip, brushing against the edge of his boxers in a tease that's never going to be followed through.
He can't imagine how dizzying it's going to be when they actually fuck.
But far be it for him to be the only addled one: he threads his fingers through all that blond hair, gripping tight and pushing forward. More of those bites, please, as his free hand fumbles to feel any bit of his lover he can.
God, but he's muscled.]
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When is that other Tuesday he has off, they should go out again--]
It's scolding, [he says, voice tinged with both humor and something baser, hungrier, appropriate enough for the way he bites and licks at Aizawa's neck, speaking without even lifting his head. One hand in his hair and the other roaming over his body, and boy, he does not need to be told twice.
Maybe he could think of something dirty to say, but he's putting all his concentration into bruising Aizawa's neck and pulling him close by his hip and rocking against him. The filthy talk will wait until he's feeling more composed and less desperate to feel Aizawa against him in as many places as possible at once.]
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It's a whine for the way he's being bitten, too, just shy of too painful, teeth sinking down in time to the way he's rocking his hips forward, fucking hell. He's going to be hideously bruised and he'll have to wear his stupid capture cloth no matter where he goes, but right now that price seems a simple one to pay.]
If-- nn-- if you're going to scold me, do it for something more interesting--
[He grinds his hips forward again, the heel of his foot haphazardly nudging his trousers down. What if-- consider this-- what if they just ignored Aizawa's injuries and fucked anyway, what about that, huh?]
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Like what? [is what Toshinori breathes against his neck, finally looking up long enough to meet his gaze before leaning in to kiss him hard again, rolling his hips again. Shit-- Aizawa barely has to act to get him going like this. He can face down all manner of villains, but Aizawa's body pressed against his can undo him in seconds--]
You already gave me a hard time [rimshot] for letting you have your way, so this time you'll have to earn it...
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He's very thirsty right now, all kinds of half-formed thoughts flickering through his head as they kiss again and again. How he could be fucked, how he could just get on his knees, how it would be to look up and see Toshinori watching him while he fucked his mouth, Jesus-- and that's nothing to say of how it'd be to have him all laid out for Aizawa, flat on his back and ready to be consumed--
But with all that being said, he still doesn't want to have sex just yet. He's enjoying this grinding immensely, but there's still a lot about Toshinori he doesn't know, that he'd like to learn before they cross that line.
Besides: he'd like his first time to be something a little more dignified than I sat on a kitchen counter and got a handjob, thanks.
Still: that doesn't mean he wants to stop.
It takes him a few stalled seconds to come up with a response, though. His brain is short-circuiting from the bites alone, never mind the absolute filth that is Toshinori saying something like earn it.]
Earn it how, exactly? You have to go on patrol soon . . . that doesn't give me a lot of options.
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I'll be back before you know it, [is what he says, assuming that Aizawa may return to file papers at a desk this afternoon but will come back here, as eager to spend time with him - grinding or no - as Toshinori is.
And wouldn't that be nice? Sure, if he came home from patrolling to find Aizawa back and waiting for him, tousled and eager and wanting the way he is right now, that would be a sight to behold-- maybe he'd wear Toshinori's shirt and nothing else, but he won't--
Honestly, he could be passed out with the TV on and Toshinori would still be delighted to see him, but his domestic fantasies are a little at odds with the way he's still grinding against Aizawa. New idea: they just do this, nobody goes to work...]
If you can't think of anything, you'll just have to owe me.
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[That gives him a solid eight hours to think of something suitable, rather than the frantic, semi-humiliating ideas that are bouncing around his head right now, ideas neither of them are really ready for. It's their second date, and yet here he is, gasping as he finally pulls back, fighting off his own instincts as he tries to catch his breath.
He's going to need to shower, he thinks vaguely, and shudders as he slips a hand down, palming idly at himself.]
When do you get home?
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But god, never mind that, Aizawa can't just touch himself right here, where Toshinori can look down at him and do nothing about it because it's their second date, etc, etc. He wants him so bad, that's hardly fair, and his grip around Aizawa's hips tightens minutely again.]
—Late. After-- after dinner.
[But Aizawa hates eating food, so whatever.]
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[Probably. Hopefully. He really needs to make up for his shitty performance, which might mean staying late, but that's a problem for when he gets to the office. For now: he squirms, scooting towards the edge of the counter.]
I need a shower. Get breakfast ready.
[Bossy! And though he says that smoothly, he's far from unaffected; a quick glance will reveal that. Aizawa squirms again, impatient. There's no getting out until Toshinori lets him out, but-- surely he will.]
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i have literally no icons for any of this
HARD SAME
struggling. @ fandom draw more sexy young mights
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And we're back with another episode of who even has icons for this?
wish we did! Wish we had something even remotely close! and yet here we are
i think the shocked aizawa face is very appropriate
well i'm glad you think that cuz you're gonna love this one
narrator voice: she did
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