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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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[prequell]

[Baby... that's so... he wants to hear those feelings! Give him the feelings!!]

That's hero dedication for you! [but also the emotions] When are you planning on going out?

[babystein]

[what are emotions we just don't know . . . but he gets up, coming to stand next to his gloriously shirtless boyfriend, humming softly at the proximity and warmth.]

Soon. I'm due at the internship at noon, but I want to get there early. You're patrolling tonight?

[prequell]

[Hmm, he'll accept standing nearby instead of emotions, for now. Maybe Aizawa can only talk about his feelings in the dark at weird hours-- he'll work it out. For now, Toshinori bumps his hip against him, lightly. Hello, darling.]

Same as last night. Are you coming back here?

[Eventually he'll have to go back to his dorm for school rule purposes if nothing else. But they can probably swing another night...!!]

[babystein]

Yeah.

[The honeymoon period will end sooner or later, he assumes, but they might as well enjoy it while it lasts. He turns, leaning against him, turning his head to nose at one bare arm. Hello Toshinori.]

Mm. Not in the shower again, though. Somewhere else.

[Fucking him, obviously. It's hard not to think of that when it's all they've done over the past day or so.]

[prequell]

[Hey, they also watched a movie the other day. Maybe they'll watch another movie tonight!! Who can say!

Either way, it's obviously going to become a pattern that they get distracted thinking about sex while the stove is on, so let Toshinori slide the last of the pancakes onto a plate and turn that... off. Perfect.]

You have a whole apartment to choose from! [Variety! Spicy! He wiggles a pancake, an entire pancake, in Aizawa's face. Why? Well.

Well here's a pancake, beautiful boy. That's it. Look at this pancake and not at the great effort it takes him to say this next thing without flinching--]

I want to go down on you first.

[Phew, dirty talk is so exhausting, is he blushing??]

[babystein]

[It's a little . . . something to hear, but in the best possible way. Something twists deep in his stomach, his sex drive sitting up and rapidly nodding. Yes, yes he wants that, he wants to see Toshinori on his knees, with his mouth full, sloppy and mouth swollen, god, please yes--

But first:]

Are you embarrassed?

[prequell]

[Aizawa, no!! Think about him on his knees instead-- that's just fine, he'll gladly drop to his knees in front of Aizawa without hesitation, take him into his mouth and feel the weight of him stretching his lips--

But there's just something about saying all that out loud. He's family friendly!]

Haha, I don't know what you mean!

[babystein]

You're blushing.

[Stop menacing your boyfriend, Shouta.]

You just fucked me in your shower last night. What on earth do you have to be embarrassed about?

[prequell]

[Ah, now he's embarrassed about being embarrassed. Good job, babe.]

Well, saying that kind of thing... I'm not used to it.

[babystein]

Can you even say fuck?

[prequell]

[Long....... silence.]

Probably.

[babystein]

Do it.

[prequell]

[Toshinori puts the entire pancake he's holding into his mouth. Yes, really.

What's that?? Suddenly he can't speak.]

[babystein]

[His eyes narrow in disgust. This is . . . sad. Sad and pathetic.]

You're going to have to swallow at some point.

[prequell]

[Aizawa can say that again later. Ha ha ha. Toshinori... chews the pancake Slowly, shrugging theatrically.]

Mmmm?

[babystein]

You shoved your dick up my ass and yet you can't even say you did it. You're in your twenties, Toshinori.

[prequell]

[STOP... He's going to choke and die here on the kitchen floor and then where will Aizawa be, huh?? Single, for starters. Toshinori coughs (foreshadowing), covering his mouth so he doesn't actually spit pancake and waving his other hand at Aizawa to stop that. Babe!!]

[babystein]

[He stares. Blankly. He makes no move to help his choking boyfriend, both because he seems to have it under control and because he has a point to make.]

[prequell]

[He'll make his point in a couple seconds, after he's done choking down this pancake, and that point is as follows:]

It's not good for my image, so I never got into the habit...!

[pg13]

[babystein]

You're not in front of the cameras, though.

[He steps in closer, pressing up against him, one hand pushing lightly through his hair. C'mere, pancake breath.]

And you've got the ability to say it. Right?

[prequell]

[Ah... Aizawa can't seduce him into swearing. Just kidding, he completely can if the way Toshinori's eyes widen a little when he presses close.]

Right. [Ah...] Is this going to be a bribe?

[specifically, a sexy bribe.]

[babystein]

Maybe.

[Maybe, if he figures out how to make a sexy bribe without actually putting out much effort.]

What will it take?

[prequell]

["without actually putting out"]

Shouta, that isn't how bribes work.

[This is just taking requests... don't be so lazy. They're going to fuck anyway, so like, this is all pointless, but still.]

[babystein]

Like you'd know.

[He doesn't curse, he definitely doesn't know how bribes work. He leans forward, resting more of his weight against him, nosing lightly at his chest.]

[prequell]

What's that supposed to mean? Of course I don't take bribes, but for you, I'll make an exception.

[A.........sexception. Is that anything? He runs his fingers through Aizawa's hair, possibly getting some pancake flour on him, but whatever, he's taking a shower later anyway. Endure.]