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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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[There isn't much Toshinori feels like he wouldn't agree to right now, with Aizawa pressed against him, body hot and shining with sweat, his gaze bright and hungry-- Then again, letting his dick make the decision to be completely helpless is just stupid.

It's something to think about; he trusts Aizawa with his life and, at this point, most of his secrets, so it's himself he worries about, struggling and helpless to do anything at all.

--It's also something to think about later, but the crease in his brow and the hesitation before he presses his mouth hungrily against Aizawa's once more should be telling enough that he's thinking about it. A solid maybe, now wonder about it later, please--]

[They'll discuss it later. They'll discuss a lot of things later, kinks and permission and how they're going to handle being in a relationship, but for now . . . there's just this.

There's kissing him sweetly, slowly, a counterpoint to the increasingly frantic way Toshinori is moving against him. There's getting him off, twisting his hand and releasing him every so often just to tease, to give him a taste of a different kind of sensation before jerking him hard.]

Come on--

[Whispered, as he pulls back far enough to stare at Toshinori's expression, delighting in every flicker and twist.]

[This is all dizzying, and maybe some of that is his copious injuries, but it's all a lot of sensation that he absolutely leans into without hesitation. Breath hot and ragged against his mouth until Aizawa pulls back- and that makes him whine- moving against him more quickly still.]

Shouta--

[He breathes it out, quiet and still hungry, fingers curling tight in Aizawa's hair, mouth hanging open and eyes closed snaps his hips just a few more times, just a bit longer before he finishes with a stuttering kind of groan, pulling Aizawa closer to bury his face against his neck. Give him a moment to be sure he isn't having a heart attack... alright.

Mumbled, then,] It's been a while, haha...

Mmhmm.

[Local cryptids don't get laid that often, how shocking. And they're both a little messy, sweat and come on them both, but clean-up can happen in a minute. Right now he's too pleased to have Toshinori so close, and he shifts, nosing against him.]

I like seeing you like that.

[He got that tissue so generously, and Aizawa wants to lie around filthy... Well, he's not one to complain about cuddling, so it's fine for now. He tilts his head to kiss at his face, flushed and smiling.]

Oh, do you? I had no idea.

[Let him be lazy . . . but he returns that kiss with a smile, pushing one leg forward to hook between Toshinori's.]

This is why I don't compliment people . . .

[No no no, give him the cute compliments, he needs those to survive.]

Haha! You're sweet!

[Sweet and not going anywhere to avoid his sunny attitude, as he wraps his arm around his shoulders.]

No, I'm not.

[Stopppppp, he pouts, as he doesn't give any resistance at all and flops against him. After a moment, he wriggles a little, nosing against the crook of his neck.]

Shower with me tomorrow morning.

[Yes he is... Look at this, so sweet, so cute... Amazing!! If only he had two arms to hug the shit out of him.]

Of course. [Well,] You might have to help me...

[One arm, etc, to say nothing of how much his body might object to all this fooling around come morning. But somehow, he will get into that shower.]

Mmhmm. It's not hard to shower with a cast . . . just unwieldy.

[It's a pain in the ass to wrap up a cast, but certainly far from impossible. But that's a problem for tomorrow; he yawns, his eyes closing.]

. . . ah. I know Mic knows already, but . . . let's keep this from our coworkers for a bit.

[Surely there is some plastic wrap in this apartment. It's fine.]

Oh-- yes, that makes the most sense... while things calm down.

[Nobody wants to be given a lecture about dating a coworker after everything that's just happened... and there's no telling how a relationship can be used against them when UA-- and everywhere else-- is so fragile.

...and also Midnight will make lewd gestures at them for the next three months, so it's always a good time to put that off a little longer.]

Mmhmm.

[It's not that he's embarrassed or ashamed, but it seems so much to go through right now. He wants to be absolutely certain of what he and Toshinori are doing before anyone else (beyond, of course, Mic, but he'll keep his mouth shut about this) finds out.

. . . and Midnight will absolutely make lewd gestures at both of them. He groans softly.]

This is going to be exhausting to explain to him tomorrow . . .

[How much Mic shouting wordless delight at them should he mentally prepare for... Ah.]

Do you want my help...?

[Or would that make it worse. He's prepared to sit this one out if Aizawa would really combust on the spot over it.]

He's going to ask a lot of invasive questions.

[So come at your own risk, babe . . . he sighs.]

No. He'll want to hear it from just me first. And I can make sure he gets it out of his system by the time you see him.

[Mic, why... what is it like to be that outgoing.]

Aha. Well, you do know him best, so I'll stay out of your way until then.

Mmph.

[It's a grunt of affirmation. ]

You didn't give him your number, did you?

[That's his boy, the big talker. Also: Oh No.]

Ah-- Should I not have...? I may have gotten caught up in the moment of having colleagues to exchange contact information with...

[He's weak. The real question is where the hell is his phone right now? It's a mystery.]

You're going to get texted a lot.

[He sighs it out.]

Especially now that you and I are together. And he's more comfortable with treating you as a person, not a symbol.

He won't have a filter, Toshi . . .

[Hm. You know, that's probably going to be just as annoying as Aizawa makes it sound, but also it sounds like being great friends with Mic. Friends!!]

Haha, well, I'm sure we can come to some kind of understanding. He's just looking out for you, isn't he?

There's a limit. And he always surpasses it.

[There's absolutely no affection in his voice, but he means it fondly.]

It's a problem for tomorrow, though. I'll let you sleep in if you don't wake up before I go.

[Surely, Mic could never be that annoying. Surely!!]

What about showering? [He's already demonstrated he can't dress himself in this state, this is not even a thirsty thing; he needs the help, babe. And he wants to be sappy and affectionate before Aizawa leaves...

But mostly: he can't put on his damn clothes by himself.]

You can wake me up for that! I'll try not to get in any trouble when you're out.

Aa. All right.

[Don't make him remember things while he's tired, babe . . . but fine, he'll wake him up, giving them both about a solid fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed. He is not an early riser by nature.

He isn't one to stay up late either, not if he doesn't have to. Hope you didn't want any kind of finishing remark, because within a minute he's asleep.

Night, babe.]

[Well, he's the only one going anywhere, as much as Toshinori would love to not be cooped up in the apartment for a few days. He'll take care of the cat...

So, sleep. Will he sleep poorly, from his injuries or nightmares or both? Probably so! It's fine, he clings in his sleep but it's fine. He's no longer huge enough to crush Aizawa, so at most, he will wake up with a mouthful of Toshinori's 3rd grade haircut.

This is what he's signed up for, please endure.]

[It is not, by a frankly enormous margin, the worst experience he's had upon waking up. It doesn't even rank in the top ten, not when he's got someone cuddling close to him and nuzzling against him with sleepy affection.

He gives himself a minute to indulge in it. To wrap an arm vaguely around Toshinori and bury his face against the top of his head. He smells lovely and warm, more like himself than the hospital at this point.

He'd had nightmares, Aizawa remembers. Nothing hideous, but more than once he'd awoken to soft whines and mutters of names he doesn't recognize. Relatively speaking, they're not so bad, but he assumes they'll only get worse the more time goes on. His brain is still absorbing the trauma, too exhausted to be fearful.

But that's a problem for later. For now, it's a long way from this apartment to UA, and it's going to take more time than usual to help Toshinori get dressed.]

Hey.

[It's been... Toshinori can't even remember how long it's been since he's woken up with someone like this, wrapped up close and warm together without a care in the world. Because that's how it feels, when he first stirs-- the world will come crashing back down in a few moments, but those first few moments of conscious are nothing but comfortable and peaceful, with Aizawa here and nothing else.

But, ah, there's reality creeping back in; he hurts all over, and Aizawa has to get up and go to work... and something prickling at the back of his mind, bad dreams he can't recall to the letter already but that he knows were there. Hmm.

First things first, anyway: trying to get to the shower with minimal error. He pulls back just enough to rub his good hand over his face and give Aizawa a sleepy smile.]

Good morning.

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