The Twisted Magician

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TUMBLR??? STOP SENDING PEOPLE SO MANY NOTIFS FROM ME SFDGFHGJHK

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@knifelizard​​ said: [ slide ] knifelizard :sips:

somewhat suggestive sentence starters || Accepting [ slide ] for your muse to slide their hand/s down my muse’s body

A low, pleased hum rumbles from the magicians lips, content just laying in bed with his love, the shared warmth comforting, nice. The morning light was still peaking through the blinds, the ever so present sunlight being the only thing awakening him from the slumber he oh so wished to return to.

He tries to be careful in his movements, not wanting to awaken Shuichi as well, but then he’s startled by the feeling of a familiar clawed hand brushing up his side.

He can’t stop the low sigh that slips passed his lips as he melts into his partner’s touch, allowing hands he trust with his life to explore his bare form, so gentle, so familiar. The feeling of sharp claws brushing his skin sends shivers down his spine and he can't stop a low, breathy sigh from falling passed his lips. He craves more of his touch and yet at the same time, he finds himself wanting to touch as well. He can't stop himself from reaching a hand up to Shuichi's side, lightly trailing his fingers up and down it with a low hum. Dark eyes crack open slightly to look down to him and a small, fond smile curls his lips upwards, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

“ Good morning, Shu...feelings handsy are we? ”

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y’all i am so sorry if tumblr is giving you multiple notifications from me?????? i don’t know what’s happening sfdgfhg

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radiioman​:

“It was a joke—“

Hizashi shrugged, hands raised slightly as he continued to walk with the other. He started to talk about…a lot of things. The details weren’t so heavy—He just mentioned was an English teacher ontop of the radio and heroism. He talked about the languages he knew—JSL and English—that his mother was deaf and that’s why he learned JSL in the first place. He didn’t know what to really talked about so his topics bounced all over the place.

He kept avoiding eye contact with the other every once in a while. Why was he flirting with him so much? What did Atsuhiro want, exactly? Regardless, Hizashi was happy that he had a new friend, Atleast. Green eyes focused on the building as time passed and he approached it before he stopped and turned to face the other.

“Well, man, here we are, yo.”

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest and he smirks slightly, giving a little bit of his own information as well. Why not, after all? It wouldn’t hurt him. He tells him how he’s a magician , he has a sister , small things that aren’t too important, that won’t give him away. Each new thing he learns about Hizashi, however, he files away for later, taking note of the small things. It was...fun, the way their conversation bounced about, he found himself not wanting it to end.

He slows to a stop when Hizashi does and hums, eyes flickering towards the apartment building briefly, another detail being filed away for later. He hadn’t actually expected him to lead him all the way to his home, but he didn’t comment on it. Gaze flickering towards the blonde, Atsuhiro’s smile is...more gentle than even he expected it to be.

“ This was...nice. I haven’t been able to just relax with someone in quite some time. ”

He hates that that’s not a lie.

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knifelizard​:

          okay, this is going far better than shuichi could’ve imagined, and it’s also happening very fast and just that thought alone sends a little thrill through him. the fact that he of all people could be the reason someone makes those noises, or seemingly comes unwound in his hands — it’s not something he ever imagined for himself. and the fact that it’s atsuhiro, of all people....

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Atsuhiro shivers at the feeling of his knee pressing against his crotch, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he can’t help but grind down slightly. He didn’t think he’d be doing this again, it’d been years since he’d been intimate with another, but this...he was already addicted to the feeling of kissing him, his hands on his body. He wanted more and he couldn’t stop the low growl that rumbled from his chest as the kiss was broken, the brown of his eyes barely visible from how blown his pupils were.

The tone of Shuichi’s voice sends a shiver down his spine and he leans down, allowing his instincts to take over as he begins to press light kisses to the other’s jaw. Hands can’t help but move, fingertips touching his sides and sliding into the waistband of his pants, digging into his hips slightly.

“ It’s perfect, Shu.. ” He murmurs, voice a low growl as he gently nips at his jaw. He could barely contain the need, the hunger, pooling in his gut and he tightens his hold on him slightly, brown hues flickering up briefly to look at his friend    partner’s?    face. “ And how about you? How are you feeling? ”

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radiioman​:

He was completely oblivious and unaware, thinking that Atsuhiro was nothing but harmless. Hizashi’s problem was his outgoing and trusting personality. He was usually aware and on guard but—alcohol loosened him up, even if it was a minuscule amount. Maybe in the future he would learn that his actions have consequences—like giving his full name out to a stranger. “Yeah, man, dunno what you’d really wanna talk about, though.”

He could see his building in the distance. They really weren’t all that far. He stretched his arms above his head with a loud yawn before bringing them down and rolling his shoulders a little. Hizashi was having a good time. He shouldn’t have been—not with him—but he was. He blushed a little at the compliment of his name and brought his hands up a little, laughing nervously. “Heh, you think so? Y’can thank my parents for namin’ me, yo.”

“ I’m okay with talking about anything, ‘s long as I get to continue hearing your voice. ” He was laying it on thick now, he knew he was, and yet he found he genuinely thought that at the same time. His voice was addicting and he wanted to hear more of it, hear more of the light amusement, the flustered tremble, everything. Of course some hero made him realize he liked hearing the way people’s voices shifted in tone when talking to him.

The flush he sees on his face earns a pleased grin and he chuckles, head cocking to the side slightly. So easy to fluster and so easy to earn reactions from...Atsuhiro wanted more, he wanted to tease him more, see that flush darken, hear how his voice changed as he got more and more embarrassed.

“ I do think so. I can’t thank them, however, so I’ll thank you instead for telling me.~ ”

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@radiioman​ said: Bend.

somewhat suggestive sentence starters || Accepting [ bend ] for your muse to bend over in front of my muse

Who would have thought Atsuhiro would find himself in the voice hero’s apartment once more?

After the first...very fun night here, he found himself being invited over once more and, well, he couldn’t say no, especially if there was the possibility of them being able to have some fun again. So, reading the message sent to him, he didn’t hesitate to change into more casual wear and go to Hizashi’s home, pleased when he’s welcomed in with open arms. The hero was a fool, this was slowly becoming common knowledge to the villain, and yet he found himself enjoying his presence.

That was a problem for future Compress, however.

Right now, his eyes were glued to Hizashi’s slim form as he moves about the apartment, half having the brunette’s attention as he watches him. It’s interesting, seeing how he moves in his own home, and he finds himself wondering if this is how he’d act in another’s home, too?

Lips part to finally speak when Hizashi leans down and the breath is knocked out of Atsuhiro’s chest. Fitted jeans cup his curves nicely, allowing him to get a perfect view of the curve of the blonde’s ass, his thighs slim and yet taut, hips just right for grabbing, holding in place. It takes all of his willpower not to stand from the couch and approach, but not yet, not until he knows whether or not he’s being teased.

“ Are you having fun there, Hizashi? ”

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fatgumtm​:

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 A gentle smile quirks his lips upwards and Atsuhiro stands back to his feet, hands moving to gently cup the other man’s cheeks. His touch is light, gentle, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to his lips briefly. It’s so soft, so brief, and he stands back upright, running his thumbs across his cheeks lightly. 

He understood where the other man was coming from, he could feel his own nerves thrumming through his veins, and he was glad he spoke to him about it, voiced his concerns. The last thing Atsuhiro wanted was to make him do something he didn’t want to and so he took a small step back, only keeping one hand on his face.

“ It’s okay, Tai, I promise. Do you want me to leave for now? ”

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truexman​:

“Just don’t tell him I said that.” Nao mused, going for a second one before he pushes the plate a little closer for Atsuhiro to start eating. Seeing the younger man get a little sheepish at the compliment made him chuckle a little with a smile. 

“But this is delicious. I’m going to enjoy learning have you teach me your ways.” 

“ My lips are sealed, ” Atsuhiro grins, raising a hand to his lips to pull a nonexistent zipper over his lips. It was encouraging, seeing him go for more, and he raises a hand to the back of his neck, plucking one up when the plate is pushed towards him.

“ Well, I’ll do my best to be a good teacher to you..! ”

[abuckygirlarchive]

somewhat suggestive sentence starters ( inspired by amourmemes post )

add ‘ reverse ’ to swap the muses performing the action !

[ bend ] for your muse to bend over in front of my muse

[ car ] for your muse to get frisky with my muse in a car

[ choke ] for your muse to wrap a hand around my muse’s throat

[ cuff ] for your muse to cuff or tie my muse’s hands

[ dance ] for your muse to dance suggestively for my muse

[ dare ] for your muse to dare mine to do something romantic or sexual with them

[ dress ] for your muse to wear enticing clothing in front of my muse  

[ ear ] for your muse’s mouth to come really close to my muse’s ear

[ eyes ] for your muse to send bedroom eyes at my muse

[ fight ] for your muse to hold my muse down in a fight

[ flash ] for your muse to accidentally or purposefully flash skin at my muse

[ handle ] for your muse to manhandle my muse in bed

[ lick ] for your muse to eat or lick something in a suggestive manner in front of my muse

[ lingerie ] for your muse to let my muse peak at the lingerie they are wearing underneath

[ grab ] for your muse to grab my muse’s arm to stop them from doing something

[ grind ] for your muse to push their hips against my muse’s hips

[ grope ] for your muse to grab my muse’s ass

[ hair ] for your muse to slide their fingers into my muse’s hair

[ knees ] for you muse to fall to their knees in front of my muse

[ knife ] for your muse to press a blade into my muse’s skin

[ mouth ] for your muse to look at my muse’s lips

[ plead ] for your muse to beg my muse to touch them

[ photo ] for your muse to send my muse a racy/suggestive photo

[ public ] for your muse to touch my muse suggestively in public

[ release ] for your muse to beg my muse to let them orgasm

[ sext ] for your muse to send my muse a sexy text

[ spread ] for your muse to spread their legs in front of my muse

[ sunday ] for your muse to initiate lazy Sunday morning sex with my muse

[ slide ] for your muse to slide their hand/s down my muse’s body

[ strip ] for your muse to hastily take off my muse’s clothes

[ thirst ] for your muse to come strongly onto my muse

[ touch ] for your muse to leave a lingering touch on my muse

[ undress ] for you muse to undress in front of my muse

[ untie ] for your muse to loosen an article of my muse’s clothing

[ waiting ] for your muse to be ready and waiting for mine when they get home

[ wake ] for your muse to wake my muse up for sex

[ wet ] for your muse to find out how wet or hard my muse is

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radiioman​:

“It’s only ‘bout a five—ten minute walk, yo. Not too far, a’ight?”

A chuckle escaped him when Atsuhiro followed him and managed to walk right next to him. Hizashi was really enjoying this guys company—he was fun, and Hizashi couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun with someone (Sorry, Sho!). He brought a hand up to run through his blonde hair as he watched Atsuhiro walk infront of him—and backwards nonetheless—something Hizashi would normally do if he was walking and talking with someone.

He was surprised that the other already jumped to a first name basis, his grin matching Atsuhiro’s.

“Yamada Hizashi! Y’can call me Hizashi—S’fine, man!”

“ Plenty of time for us to talk a little bit. ”

A coy smile curls his lips upwards, chuckling low in his chest, and he shoves his hands into his pockets, listening closely to his surroundings while also paying attention to the man in front of him. It was intriguing, how easily he agreed to letting a stranger walk him home, not even knowing his name yet before hand, and yet he couldn’t help but not be surprised. From what he’s seen, Hizashi is a kind man and more trusting than he should be for a hero of his stature.

Interest twinkles in his eyes when he’s given the hero’s name. His full name. This man was certainly interesting indeed.

“ Hizashi, huh? You have a very nice name. ”

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“ Tai... ”

Oh dear.

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fiibermaster​:

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Pupils dilate at the sight of his reactions to being called a ‘good boy’, taking mental notes of how his eyes flash, body straightens. His words pull a low chuckle from him and his tongue darts out, wetting his lips with a low, pleased hum.

“ Mm, but Tsun, you’re being such a good boy for me, how can I not praise you? ” His voice comes out as a low purr and he smirks slightly, deft fingers moving to unbutton his jeans with ease. The hand in his hair is nice and he can’t help but lean into it as his fingers slip towards Tsunagu’s waistband, hooking into it and making sure to hook his underwear as well.

Atsuhiro gives them a slight tug before he leans close, nipping lightly as his hips through the thick fabric with an impatient growl. He could feel his own cock twitch at the sight of Tsungu’s bulge directly in front of his face, but he ignores it in favor of paying attention to his lover ( was he allowed to call him that now? ) instead. Taking advantage of the zipper being undone and opened, he uses his chin to gently nudge it out of the way before he lets his tongue trail across the fabric of his underwear directly over his cock, the warmth of his breath fanning over him.

“ Lift your hips for me, baby. ”

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truexman​:

“Well it smells delicious so I imagine it smells just as good.” He reassured plucking a takoyaki ball up and popping it in his mouth. There’s a pleased little hum and he positively beams. 

“This is amazing Atsuhiro. You could give Tai a run for his money!”

“ Well, I hope you’re right..! ” A sheepish smile is on his face now and he watches nervously as Naomasa takes a takoyaki ball, leaning against the table as he eats it. He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until the way he beams makes him inhale and earns a slow, wide grin from the magician hero. He chuckles nervously at the compliment and looks down to the table, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“ I don’t know about that, but thank you, Nao, I’m really glad you like it. ”

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radiioman​:

Hizashi couldn’t help but be a little bit surprised that the other man had gotten up with him. The color had already left his face, only to return when Atsuhiro spoke about walking him home and that talking to him was nice.

He wasn’t used to that.

The blonde chuckled softly and motioned Atsuhiro to follow him out of the bar, adjusting his glasses as he started to walk. “Y’know what, man? Sure. But Y’gotta tell me your name, a’ight?”

He’s not actually expecting for the hero to accept his offer, but when he does, he can’t stop a small grin from spreading across his face. There’s no hesitation in his steps as he follows after, taking a few longer steps so he’s walking next to the other man.

“ Ah, right! How rude of me! ” Slipping in front of the hero, he turns so he’s walking backwards, lips curled into a grin.

“ My name is Sako Atsuhiro. You can just call me Atsuhiro, however. ”

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knifelizard​:

             he’s ever-so-relieved when atsuhiro pulls him closer, hands tightening, and kisses him back. and he stays in that moment, reveling in the marvel of it all, but just for a few heartbeats. then they’re on the move, he’s slamming the other up against the door, holding tighter, and he can’t help but grin at the response he gets, slitted pupils narrowing as he further invades the other man’s personal space. 

atsuhiro pulls him back in, and shuichi obliges, one hand wound in his hair, keeping his head pressed down and their mouths together. the other creeps up from his hips to his chest. it’s so easy to hold him there against the vertical surface, and the door rattles slightly from the movement, but shuichi finds he doesn’t care if the others down the hall — the few of them who are left — can hear or not.

he nips at the man’s bottom lip with sharp teeth, growling a little against him, without really thinking about it, he shifts his weight, putting more pressure against the other and the surface behind them, and moving one knee between atsuhiro’s legs, nudging against his thighs. and then shuichi moves his head, redirecting his attention to the other’s neck ;   mouth against collarbone, long tongue tracing lines, sharp teeth lightly grazing skin.

he’s gentle, despite this, handling him with the care a man recovering from grievous injuries is deserving of, but it does not affect the hunger in him, twisting his gut, making him want more. he hasn’t — not since high school — and now that he’s here he’s desperate. but still careful. sweet, almost. because he’s not some horny teenager anymore. he…. loves this man. and he thinks he might love him too.

and so, armed with that knowledge, and the desire that’s kindling inside him like a small flame, he moves his hands, reaching down so that he can grab onto atsuhiro’s and lace their fingers together, and kisses him again.  

He can feel himself melting beneath Shuichi’s touch, the feeling of his hand in his hair welcomed, the hand on his chest grounding him and keeping himself from losing him in the feeling of their lips pressed together. He can hear the door rattle distantly in the back of his mind, but he finds he doesn’t care, not now, not when he has the man he loves in his arms, sucking him into a whirlpool of emotions and touch.

The nip earns a soft gasp and Atsuhiro can’t help but instinctively spread his legs slightly for the one slipping between his thighs. He’s falling apart from just the kiss and his touch alone, he can feel his body trembling slightly, eyes cracking open when the kiss is broken, chest heaving lightly. He’s not expecting for Shuichi’s attention to move to his neck and a low, startled groan leaves him as he’s teased, head falling to the side to give him better access to his neck.

“ Shit, Shu... ” he murmurs, voice low and breathy, and he moves a hand to the back of the shorter man’s head, body trembling under the feeling of his teeth grazing his collarbone. Those sharp teeth were so dangerous and yet Shuichi’s touch was so gentle, he was so careful with Atsuhiro and it made his heart swell with affection and love for the man.

The feeling of his hands taking hold of Atsuhiro’s pulls a hum from the magician and he doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture, squeezing his hands gently and returning the kiss with a pleased hum.