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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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I'll do that in the morning. She'll be okay tonight...?
[When does he get to meet this cat!!!]
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[Which says a lot, actually, about how much he wants to stay here. It also says a lot that his phone is still buzzing with new texts, and it only belatedly occurs to Aizawa that perhaps he ought to take his phone back, lest Toshinori read some of them.
Mic is not subtle in his questioning.]
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Perhaps now is the best time to get ready for bed.
[He can go brush his teeth and Aizawa can wade through Mic's capslocked demands to know just what he's "DOING ;) ;) ;);););)"]
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He offers Hizashi some terse texts that give him absolutely nothing in terms of juicy details and sets his phone on silent. Then the phone is tossed to the side, abandoned in favor of unbuttoning his shirt and getting ready for bed.
Now they're both shirtless, and, after a moment of hesitation, trouserless as well. He doesn't climb under the sheets just yet, but rather sits there in his boxers, waiting to see if Toshinori needs help in some fashion.
Which is certainly a sight for him to return to. Don't spit up blood, babe.]
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There is no blood, only staring. Ah--]
—You're very handsome.
[All the way down? Is that a thing? Anyway, it's true.]
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Heh. Now just imagine how attractive I'll be when you can actually do something about it.
[He stands, coming over to push his shirt fully off his shoulders.]
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Mm, yes, the rest of the time not spent spoiling Jelly the ugly cat will be spent thinking of all the things he'd like to do with both of his hands. At least he has plans... this cast has to stay on for weeks... help him.]
Believe me, I already am. Shall we?
[Sleep, like reasonable adults who aren't horny on main an hour after bumbling through "I like you."]
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[He hums it lazily, but rather than back up, he simply steps forward. Fingers drag down Toshinori's sides, tracing in the sharp inward jut of his stomach, the curve of his hips, smiling faintly as he does.]
Like?
[He glances up.]
If you're imagining it . . . share with the class, why don't you.
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Mm- let's not call it sharing with the class.
[No thank you, none of that. A banned kink: that one.]
You're clever enough to guess. If it weren't for this weakened heart of mine, I'd kiss every part of you.
[If That's Okay With You, he mercifully holds back. The mood is intact.]
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You can start tonight.
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Very good proposal, Aizawa. Toshinori blinks down at him, then slides his hand up to his shoulder to turn him around and nudge him towards the bed. Let's go, lover.]
Then we should be in bed already.
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The bed is, thank god, soft. It's western style, of course, but right now he can't be fussed to mock him for it. Instead he waits until Toshinori is settled before edging over to him, reaching to grip his hip and turn him on his side, pulling him in close.]
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Look at you, [he murmurs against his skin, taking in the warmth of his skin as he dips down to kiss his neck.] You're stunning.
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[A soft exhale, startled and pleased, because it's been ages since he's felt that. His mouth is hot, but more than that, it's affectionate. His mouth curves into a smile, one leg pushing forward to slip between Toshinori's until he can press one thigh upwards.
And it's sort of funny, because it's not that he thinks Toshinori is lying, or even trying to be nice, but nor is stunning a word he ever associates with himself. It's not a bad thing. He knows he doesn't put effort into his appearance, it's his own fault.
But here Toshinori is, thinking he is anyway.
With a sigh he drags a hand over his back, palm flat, feeling the notches of his spine, the warmth of his body.]
I'm surprised you think so after all this.
[After he was a massive dick, he means.]
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He just said this is what he wanted to do, and Aizawa is surprised by his word choice? Well, he'll have to convince him otherwise with a sharp nip to his collarbone.]
You've always been honest with me. [A kiss pressed to his shoulder, then he turns his head back in toward the hollow of his throat, breath hot against his skin.] Somehow, you got through to me when no one else could...
[Also, just look at him. Being a dick doesn't make him less physically attractive, sooo.]
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[A soft curse, his toes curling and his leg pressing up insistently. He's going to leave a mark, but it doesn't matter, not really. He'll just have to remember not to take off his scarf next week. Don't they have a practical lesson? But ah, whatever, he'll worry about that later--]
I-it's easy when you're honest all the time--
[Except when you're logically rusing someone, but whatever.]
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Mmhmm. I like that about you!
[Chipper!!]
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It's nice to see him act in some other way beyond pure and morally upright.]
Not the only thing you like about me, clearly-- Toshi--
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His broken arm throbs dully as he maneuvers it out of the way to a somewhat awkward angle, making room for his other hand to flatten against Aizawa's chest and slide down, tracing muscle and the sharp angle of his hip, god-- It has been a while.]
I did just tell you how stunning you are. [Toshi, yes, that's very nice--] And you didn't agree, so I'm showing you.
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[Efficient, yes, that's a sexy word for it, but he can't actually be bothered to try and think of dirty things to say. It's much easier to just squirm and push his hips forward against Toshinori. That's fantastic, a hard pressure that won't get either of them off, but at least feels dizzyingly good.]
If the students ask, I'm directing them to you.
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Remember his delicate heart...]
Haha, I'm supposed to stay home on bed rest, remember?
[Maybe the perfect crime, but he has the perfect deflection anyway: it's just him yelling HA HA HA like always.]
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[But he slides his leg down, stilling his hips. Instead his fingers drag over Toshinori's body again, nails occasionally scratching.]
And I bruise easily. These will stay for a while.
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[So Aizawa is either on his own at school or he should just stay here. Maybe he should take a day off, actually-- no, that's irresponsible, but it's a fun thought when those nails are pressed into his already overly sensitive skin.
But actually Toshinori's perfect solution is much simpler: leave marks lower, where students aren't going to see. It takes another moment of awkward fidgeting with his cast to move comfortably lower, mouth trailing kisses down to the center of Aizawa's chest.]
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You're going to get me worked up--
[he's already worked up.]
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And he comes up for air just to raise an eyebrow at him, wow--]
What do you call this?
[Give him credit where credit is due!!]
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