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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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That's-- well, to be honest, it takes me such a long time to go through any of their written work...
[He's weak and basically every other possible thing in the world is more interesting than grading. For example, smooching, which he gladly continues.]
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You overthink it. And then you want to be too personalized.
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[It's a real struggle and he would like it respected, thanks. The affection helps.]
I've never been good at compositions.
[Explaining himself? When will "I dunno, it just works" finally be accepted??]
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[He demonstrates by scrawling another X against the paper. Poor Sero . . . ]
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[He is truly this bad. This is why he never became a teacher until favoritism pushed him to.]
I'll figure it out soon... Practical exams are so much easier.
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[But he punctuates that with a kiss, twisting back so he can land it on his mouth. And then, quietly:]
Come here.
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I'm already here.
[What is he supposed to do, get on the floor? How about Aizawa comes up here on the couch, like a civilized person??]
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[Yes, come on the floor. Jelly is here. It's a great place.]
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Why are you on the floor, anyway?
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[And he hadn't initially wanted to disrupt Toshinori. That, too, was a factor.]
Look. All you have to do is skim the page, all right?
[So do it, as he tips the essay closer to him, edging so their bodies are pressed together. This is nice . . . he likes Toshinori's head atop his.]
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You tricked me into grading! And here I thought I wasn't supposed to exert myself today.
[No, he doesn't want to. This isn't even remotely mature, but he's retired now, he can do what he wants.
He does, however, take the essay and Look at it. Is he reading it? Who knows.]
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[It's the dryest evil laugh ever. Aizawa shifts, nosing lightly against his neck, his eyes on the essay. Read it, punk.]
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He is trying to read it without being distracted by the much more interesting things Aizawa is doing, hm.]
Well, it's... attempting to be thorough?
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[He murmurs all that against his neck, then kisses him gently. He does it because he likes him, of course, but there's an element of amusement there as well.]
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Ah-- I think you might have to write the note.
[His arm. Is still broken.]
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[A grunt of acknowledgement, and he sets his pen to paper-- and then pauses, nipping at his neck.]
So? Tell me what to write.
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Well-- "be... more succinct"?
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Look at that. You managed one of the three things.
[He nips at him again. This is almost certainly as a reward.]
Now: a good thing.
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The details? [Toshinori, commit.] The details are good! Very vivid!
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Two out of three.
[he doesn't write this down just yet, if only because it would look odd on the margins. Instead:]
Final test: any last comments you want to add?
[His tongue darts out, and he huffs a laugh.]
Toshinori?
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"Great start"?
[This is the caliber of actual grading that he does on a normal day, for the record. Aizawa's mouth has not rendered him useless, he already was.]
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[He's really leaning against him now, mindful of his broken arm but otherwise eager to distract him. His mouth lingers against his skin, teeth nipping insistently in one spot. He's going to leave a mark, somewhat because Toshinori did it to him and partially because he's possessive too.]
Try again.
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[There, it's the perfect loophole. The minuscule interest in this essay he had at the beginning of this venture is completely gone now and he tilts his head to give Aizawa more space. He's still on bed rest, no one will see this mark except Jelly.]
They're all going to be "great progress" at this rate, Shouta--
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[Because he's going to climb into his lap in a minute, assuming that won't actually kill him. But first: great progress, he writes, a scrawl that's just as sloppy as his first note. Poor Iida doesn't deserve this treatment on his essay, but here they are.]
You're smart. You can figure it out.
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It's not in my handwriting, actually, so I don't think I have to!
[Loophole! Great! He tugs Aizawa's shirt pointedly, come here.]
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