#i can't do this i can't do this i can't do this i can't do this i can't do this i can't do this i can't do this i can't do this i can't do

[babyslutbuck]

[modmad]

I mean this in the best way possible: You look like human RGB

horrifying allegations sadly proven correct by rare selfie spree

btw you do know RGB was originally created by visually mocking my own worst qualities right hahaha well anyway

[lymtw]

On with Toji and his shy girl.

Toji is well aware of how badly you want to take things further with him. He catches you looking at his crotch at least twenty times a day, and when he points it out, your face goes crimson and you blubber out your repetitive denial about how you weren't even looking there. You always blame it on your horrible attention span and how you are prone to zoning out, but he knows better. Your eyes follow the outline in his pants instead of just staring at one spot. He finds it endearing, and he knows you'll get there, so he doesn't push it, but the look on his face tells you everything. He knows.

Sometimes, Toji gets impatient. He never tells you about it because it's not your fault you have his mind communicating with his dick. He has you— a pretty little thing to keep him company, but you're not like any woman he's ever been with before. You're subtle about your urges, and you don't outwardly beg for him to touch you.

When he's being touchy with you, you try to lean into it. It feels good to have his arms around you, but you can't help how he himself makes you feel. He never fails to make you nervous and you can't stop the thrashing of your heart when his hand goes up your shirt. He can feel you shaking as his hand glides up your torso, to your chest. He splays his hand over your heart, feeling the rhythmic crash of it against his palm. It's beating so fast.

"Holy shit," he laughs, feeling the quick rise and fall of your chest. "Baby, turn around and look at me." His hand slides down and out of your shirt. It rides across your stomach as you slowly turn to face him, resting on your waist once you settle. His green eyes take in the sight of your timid expression. There was a soft look in your eyes that was paired with your quivering lips as you attempted to smile for him. "My pretty girl," he starts, his hand coming up to tenderly cup your cheek, "you'll give yourself a heart attack if you don't relax." His eyes follow yours as they derail from his gaze. He can feel the heat that was linked to the pretty shade of red flourishing on your cheeks. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He searches your eyes for comprehension. "You get that?"

"I know," you mumble, shakily putting your hand on his. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just wanna hear you say 'yes, Toji. I understand'."

"Yes, Toji..." you sigh, pausing to giggle, nervously, due to the wave of embarrassment that courses through you.

"Go on," he says, a sly grin on his face. "Finish."

"I understand," you continue. "I do."

"Good girl," he praises, pinching your cheek. You're like a small bunny to Toji. He would do anything and everything to protect you because you're just so cute and innocent. You're a constant victim to his teasing because of how bashful you are about the little things. It's the exact reason for why Toji loves catching you off guard, sometimes hugging you from behind and leaning in to bite your shoulder. He loves that you always jolt, even when you know it's coming, and you gasp in shock every time. He can't get enough of it.

"Kiss me, yeah?" He says, eyeing your lips. He's leading you, as always, because he's not afraid to tell you he wants you. If he wants a kiss, he'll ask for it or he'll steal it from you. Most of the time, it's the latter.

"Okay," you say, leaning in to place a quick peck on his lips. It's short lived, but Toji got a taste of the sweet lipgloss you're wearing, and he needs more.

"That's just selfish, baby. Come on," he says, pulling you close, again. "Kiss me like you actually like me." He takes charge this time, locking his lips with yours. He starts out slow, but as your lipgloss is transferred onto his lips, and his tongue gets to taste more of its sweetness, he finds himself craving much more. He takes note of how you're struggling to keep up because of your lack of breath, so he resorts to kissing the corners of your lips to give you a chance to breathe. "You taste so sweet, mama." The second your breathing is regulated, he goes back to inhaling you, chuckling into a few kisses when he hears your little pants return. "Fuck, you're killing me." He wipes the remainder of your lipgloss off his lips with a thumb, and watches the flustered expression on your face as he sucks it off.

"Toji..." you whine, burying your face in his chest. You've never met someone like him. So confident that even when he's the one who craves your attention, you get shy about the way he asks for it.

"What? Flustered?" He asks, grinning at the grip you have on his shirt. You nod, silently. "That's too bad," he says with faux sympathy. "'Cause I'm not gonna stop. Not when you react so adorably to every little thing I do to you." He tests his theory and pokes your rib. You squeak in surprise, the exact reaction Toji expected. You sigh, red faced as you flip back onto your other side, facing away from Toji again. "You're really not helping your case, baby. Can't even look at me."

"Hold me," you say, immediately feeling like you're asking too much of him. "Please," you add, to diminish as much of that feeling as you can. Toji would do anything you ask of him because you barely ask him for anything. You're low maintenance, but even then, he understands that it's up to him to make sure you feel loved, cared for, and appreciated, regardless of whether you ask him to show you these affections or not.

"Alright, doll," he says, groaning as he positions himself so that he's spooning you. You can feel his body heat engulfing you as he molds his body into yours. His chest is warm against your back, and his thigh is slightly overlapping your thigh. "Don't know why you struggle to ask me for stuff like this. I won't turn you down."

"I don't wanna annoy you," you say, looking down at his arm that is wrapped around your waist. You can feel his blunt nails on your skin, a slightly ticklish sensation lingering as he draws little lines on you.

"You calling me annoying?" He asks, jokingly. You can hear the playfulness in his tone, a soft laugh released through his nose.

"No... No, I would never, Toji. You're not... I don't think-"

"Shh... I'm fucking with you, doll." He smiles as he places a quick kiss to the nape of your neck, the gesture eliciting soft goosebumps on your stomach, beneath his hand. "I'm only annoying around you... because of how cute, and pretty... and soft you are." You can feel his hands starting to travel further beneath your shirt again. Your heart pangs when his fingers just barely go beneath the cups of your bra, tracing the bottoms of your breasts. "So warm and delicate," he murmurs, continuing to roam further up your torso until he reaches your neck. He brings his index and middle fingers up to your pulse point, instantly locating the restless palpitations of your heart. "You're like a scared little bunny," he says, referring to the quick rhythm of your heart and how tense you've become. "I can put you at ease." His hand goes back down your torso, finding the knotted strings of your sweatpants. "You want that?" He purrs, against the nape of your neck.

"Okay," you respond, hazily, already dizzy on his attention. You can't deny how hot he gets you when he talks to you like this, despite the way your heart is constantly threatening to explode. He easily lures involuntary reactions from your body, like the messiness of your drooling arousal, or the goosebumps that rise when he so much as puts a hand on your back.

"Tell me you want it, mama," he says, untying the knot of your sweatpants. "Tell me how badly you want me to get between those pretty thighs," he says, lowly, right behind you.

"Please, touch me, Toji," you say, turning your head to face him for a brief second before bashfully turning back. You roll down your sweatpants and kick them off once they're down to your ankles. "They're off for you," you say, meekly.

"Oh, you're so fucking cute," he says, immediately feeling up your soft, exposed thighs. "Want me to make you cum?" His hand swipes over the front of your panties, lightly feeling up the soft texture of the garment.

"Please," you say, subtly begging for him to keep touching you. The simple word makes you feel every ounce of vulnerability in the moment, more intensely.

"Such a sweetheart. Don't even have to train you to be nice. It's just in you, huh?"

"Mhm..." you hum, your cunt throbbing at the feeling of his thick fingers rubbing you over your panties. You're already squirming in his hold. His lips against the back of your neck are adding so much to the overwhelming stimulation.

"Toji..." you whimper, wishing you could curl in on yourself while still feeling this pleasure. You grip your pillow as he keeps gliding his glossy fingertips up and down your clothed slit.

"So wet every time, baby. Your panties are a mess," he says lowly into your ear as he spreads the mess even more with each stroke of his fingers. You feel his hard on pressed against your ass, your little jolts of pleasure pushing back into him, offering little relief for him as he bears the sultry sounds of your quiet moans and whimpers. "I know this isn't not enough, so i'm gonna say this once, and once only my pretty girl." Toji's voice goes so low that you think you're being subtly disciplined by him. "Beg for more if you want more."

You gasp, uttering out a desperate, "T-Toji, please. Please, please, please."

"Please what, doll?" He says. Toji works to help you speak up in these situations. He can't help you if you don't say anything, and you'll learn this the hard way if you have to.

"Mmm... c-can you..." you squeak, putting your face in your pillow.

"Calm down and get it out," he murmurs, before kissing your shoulder.

"Please, put your hand inside," you blurt.

"Good girl," he praises. "You know, it's just you and me, right now. You're safe," he coos, sliding his hand into your panties. It's instantly met with warmth and stickiness as he glides his fingers through your slit.

"S-Sorry, i'm sorry.. S-So-," you whimper into your pillow, only able to focus on the pressurized motion of his middle finger rubbing up against your clit. His eyes go dark at the sound of your muffled little moans and whimpers. He can't help the deep chuckle that leaves him when you gasp and allow yourself to seek more pleasure by grinding against his hand.

"You're alright, baby," he murmurs with that softness you're so comfortable hearing from him. "Just let me hear those cute sounds you're making, yeah?" His cock was already twitching in his pants, but something about hearing you giggle while panting made it start throbbing even more. "Feels a lot better, huh?" He says, holding back a groan when your ass pushes against his crotch, again.

You nod, against the pillowcase, your shuddered moans homing into his ears. Toji nearly growls at the way you're consistently rubbing up against his crotch. It feels too good, it's starting to mess with his head. This isn't about him, yet he's so ready to let his selfish side come out and play.

"Fuck," he groans into your ear, a sound that makes your heart drop. "You gonna let me put it in, today?"

You don't answer, hoping your quiet moans make up for your lack of words. You want it so bad, though. At this point, you were having more frequent wet dreams of Toji and you want to believe the reason is because you've denied yourself the experience for so long, but those dreams are more than just a gentle introduction to sex with Toji. They're borderline perverted, featuring things you wouldn't even be able to utter to Toji. At least not now.

"Hm? Gonna let me slide into you, mama?" He asks, gliding his finger through your slit, teasing your entrance when he goes lower. You nearly choked on your own spit once he pushed the digit through, meanwhile Toji had the privilege of previewing the way your cunt spasms around something. His finger for now, but he's hoping maybe something else, later.

You're gripping the pillowcase in your hands so tightly as he feeds the length of his finger into your velvety walls. You're rendered speechless as you tremble in his hold, high pitched whimpers leaving you as you near your orgasm.

"Answer the question, pretty," he gently prompts.

"O-Okay," you say, breathily. "Yes, mhm..." you babble. You're no longer able to hold back your moans or the way your back arches off his front when you finish on his finger. The thick digit slows down inside you, warm coos of "good girl" being murmured to you as you go into your blissful state of serenity. Toji pulls his hand out, admiring the mess you left on his hand. He can't help the wicked grin that takes over his lips at the sight, your glossy remnants coating his middle finger and smearing across his palm.

"Perfect, baby," he praises. He kisses your shoulder and takes the measures necessary to calm your rapid breathing. A warm palm to your back, a secure embrace, words to ensure overall that he's got you.

He turns you over, so that you're flat on your back and takes in the relieved look on your face. He had exactly five seconds to watch you before you became fully conscious of the situation.

"Well, I know you sound pretty with my fingers inside you. Wonder what you sound like with something else in there?"

"Toji..." you whine, flustered by his vulgarity. You had nothing to cover your face with. The vulnerability you felt was immense. Toji's attention alone was like having the eyes of a thousand people focused on your every move.

"In all seriousness, we've been talking about this for a while, now, doll." He cups your jaw with one hand, allowing his thumb to run across your heated cheek. "I want you to feel comfortable when we're together, 'specially during stuff like this." He stares at your glossy lips for a second, thinking of the guaranteed sugary taste before flitting his eyes back to yours. "I don't want you to be scared of saying 'no' to me about anything."

"I'm not scared. I trust you," you say, resting your hand on his wrist. "I'm ready, if you want me." You smile softly, and your gaze nervously shifts from his to his neck, then his chest, before directing itself to his arm.

"If I want you?" Toji laughs in disbelief. "It's sad that you still don't get how much I do." He retracts his hand and figures out a way to loop himself around you so that you're under him. "I want you so fucking bad, baby," he says, leaning forward and into you. He notices the way you jolt when his tent pokes your crotch, and suppresses the devilish grin begging to come out. "I know you can feel it, right?"

You nod, unable to form words in the moment when he's looking at you like that, while shamelessly displaying his desire for you. "Good. Now, one more time, doll. Do you want me?"

"So bad, Toji," you utter. "Beyond bad," you add to accentuate your desperate need for him.

"Fuck... Yeah, mama?" He grins, leaning closer to pepper your face with kisses. You instinctively shut your eyes as he aims higher up on your cheeks and your temple.

"Please..." You sigh. Your cunt is pulsing around nothing due to the way his clothed length rubs against it, through your underwear. "I need you- w-want you," you falsely correct, a nervous giggle leaving you. You can feel the roses that died down on your cheeks begin to bloom again.

Toji perks up when the words leave your lips. He never thought you'd be the one outwardly saying that you need him, but here you both are, edging each other physically and verbally.

"I heard that," he teases, smirking at the sound of another giggle coming from you. "Gonna take real good care of you, baby. Don't worry." He massages your thighs, his face nose distance away from yours so he can catch the glint of lust in your eyes that you hide from him like your life depends on it. He won't kiss you until you either take it from him or ask for it. He can see you staring at his lips to avoid the suffocating eye contact that comes with being so close.

"Put it into words, ma," he says, lightly snapping the elastic band of your underwear on your skin, a couple times. "Tell me."

"Kiss me?" You ask, meekly. Your wish was his command, because he immediately removed the remaining distance between your lips and his. His hands are hot as they travel up your shirt, again. This time they reach behind you to unclip your bra. You're all too aware of the lack of pressure on your chest, as the cups loosen, only pushed against you by your shirt.

He pulls back, a sly grin on his face before his shirt is being tugged off. You have the cutest expression on your face, like you're lost on how things got to this point. Nonetheless, you follow his lead and sit up to take your shirt off. Your halfway off bra is fully removed and tossed aside, along with your shirt. All the alarms of anxiety are sounding off in your head, as you sit there, with only your hands as censors to the sight of your breasts.

"You're pretty," he says, putting his hands on yours. He doesn't pull them down, and instead waits for you to be comfortable enough to reveal yourself to him. It doesn't take long when you start ogling his body. You subconsciously drop your hands as you take in the occasional nicks and scars on his torso. You want to touch all of them, you want to touch all of him. He looks so handsome and soft, and those imperfections all but stunt his attractiveness. You reach out and touch a scar located beneath his ribs, watching his face to make sure it's okay for you to touch him this way, and he shows his approval by doing the same to you. The only difference is you squeak at the slightly ticklish sensation.

"Sorry." You smile, sheepishly, before retracting your hand.

He shakes his head. "You're cute." It was more meant to assure you than fluster you, yet there you were, throwing yourself back onto the pillow with your hands covering your face and your forearms blocking your breasts once again. You're so deep in thought that you don't pay any mind to all the shuffling going on as Toji rids himself of the rest of his clothes.

It's as if the air is knocked out of your lungs when you see the heavy thing Toji packs. It's red and swollen at the tip, and the sight of precum spilling makes your heart race. You feel some burst of pride as you imagine that you're the one making him react this way, but this doesn't sway you from your thoughts of how this could possibly work out for either of you.

"That- Um... How- Mmm..." you buffer, as you struggle to figure out how to bring up the matter without seeming like you're chickening out on him.

He laughs, wholeheartedly, at the expression on your face. You look unsettled, yet curious, and your loss for words only adds on to the picture of innocence he holds for you. "Oh, sweetheart," he says through short remnants of laughter. "You're gonna make my ego burst, if you keep that up." He massages your hips, taking note of the way you press your thighs together at the simple touch. "Ever had an actual dick in there, doll?" There's not an ounce of jest in the question. He just wants to know if you've experienced anything past fingering and oral.

You nod, and your heart thrashes in your chest. Would your response change his view on you? Would he treat you with more roughness because you've gone all the way with some of your past lovers? It was a scary thing to think about, despite the way his thumbs lovingly continued to apply pressure to your hips, like it was a step in your preparation for taking him.

Toji just nods in understanding. He doesn't blame any of the men who got to you before him. With all your amazing qualities and that pretty face of yours, who wouldn't want to stick you? Regardless, based on your reaction, he doubts you've been with a man as... well endowed as him.

"I'll be gentle with you, baby, like you're losing your precious flower all over again." He watches your shoulders gradually drop, your body somewhat relaxed due to his touch and his verbal reassurance. "Let's get these off, yeah?" He says, tugging at your underwear. You lift your hips for him and allow him to roll the garment down your legs. You're just as bare as him, yet you feel the vulnerability at a different volume.

His eyes are glued to the glossiness of your cunt, and all he can think about is what you'll sound like and what you'll look like when you'll filled with him.

"So pretty, mama," he says, thumbing at your slit. "A fucking work of art," he adds when you start squirming like you're sensitive to the combination of his words and touch.

"Toji, no-" your arms are just a bit short of the distance necessary to stop him from sticking his thumb in his mouth.

"Fuck," he growled when your taste coated the tip of his tongue. He had to go back in for more, this time eating straight from the honey pot. He couldn't stop. Not until there was enough of you on his tongue to be swallowed.

You thought this was it. That he would forget about wanting to be inside you when he was too distracted trying to make his palate memorize your taste. Then the muscle halted and you experienced a mini heart attack with the way he uttered "kiss me" with the urgency of a deadline that's past due.

He wasted no time raising himself and looming over you again, his cock making contact with your body for the first time. The kiss was filled with heavy breathing coming from both of you due to the way he slid his length through your slit, back and forth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, which was exactly what Toji was aiming for. A distraction for you with a taste he'll never be able to properly describe. A distraction as he glides his cock between your sticky folds, one last time, before he's directing the tip towards your entrance. You turn your face away to break the kiss, whimpering when he nudges his tip just a little further into you, enough so that you don't push him out and force him to start over.

"I know... I know, princess," he coos, taking in the quiver of your lips. "Put your hands on me. On my arms, my shoulders—whatever you can grip onto that isn't my dick." He grins at the soft laugh that accompanies your misty eyes, and soon enough your hands are on his biceps. They trail up to his shoulders when he dips down to kiss you again. "You can taste yourself, huh?" He mumbles into the corner of your lips, driving more of his length into you, as you respond with a hum and a nod.

"So sweet, doll..." he murmurs, locking lips with you again afterwards. He pushes another inch of his cock into you, swallowing your pained whimpers and squeaks. Rather than digging your nails into his skin, you found yourself losing the strength to even grab onto him. Your shaky fingers peeled off his shoulders and your heels dipped into the mattress. You let out shaky breaths through your nose, which Toji does not ignore. "Mm..." he hums, lips smacking as he releases your lips. "Fuck," he groans. "You got it, mama. Taking it so well. So fucking well, sweetheart." His brows subconsciously crease at the sight of tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Sorry," you repeat, using your palm to wipe away the tears. You chuckle, the sound coming out congested. "It's stupid," you mumble, as more tears fill your waterline.

"Hard part's almost over, baby. Promise it'll feel better in a sec." He leans forward to kiss away your new wave of tears, wiping the trails of dampness with the rough pad of his thumb. "It's gonna be so good. Soooo good, baby." He grins when you giggle at the elongated word, and kisses your temple while working the remainder of his length into you. "That's it, that's it- fuck, doll," he mutters, releasing the animalistic groan that's been trapped in his chest for the duration of the time it took to sheathe himself into you. He couldn't bring himself to brag about how good he was feeling when your pretty face was warped by discomfort, but it didn't change the fact that he felt everything. He felt the tightness that was accompanied by borderline rejection from your lack of custom to his cock, he felt the clenching that came with the seemingly never ending intrusion, and he felt your clammy little fingers on his burning skin, until they slid off.

You felt a familiar ache between your thighs, one that replicated your first time, but Toji wasn't lying when he said he'd treat you like you were going through that experience. If he were anyone but your lover, he could've been less careful, yet there he was, wiping your tears and encouraging you to get through the initial struggle in order to get what he wanted to give you from the start.

"All good, ma? Too much?" He asks in search of your verification. He's surveying your now more relaxed features, waiting for your response.

"That's it, right?" you ask, blinking up at him.

"That's it," he confirms, warmth radiating in his gaze.

You let out the biggest sigh, the gesture lifting a good pound off your shoulders. You've been holding your breath the entire time, taking everything for the sake of being good for Toji.

"I can feel you in my guts," you say, jokingly to relieve some of the tension in the situation.

"Good or bad?"

"Anymore and you'll be able to wrap my intestines around it," you add, a lighthearted giggle leaving you.

He laughs through his nose, an unshakeable grin on his face. "Silly girl. Think you can handle some movement?"

You nod, absorbing the glint in his eyes at your agreement. With that, he drags himself out of you, before slowly feeding himself in again. You gasp, immediately flushing at the sound of your voice. You felt more embarrassed now that Toji was able to watch your face.

"M-More... please...?" You managed to squeak out.

"Okay, doll," he says, increasing the pace a little.

Toji's rhythm was tweaked until the noises you tried so hard to keep to a minimum, could no longer be contained. Your whimpers were released into the open air, moans flowing smoothly with every push and pull of his hips. Your breasts were covered in his spit and purpling marks.

"God- Don't look-" you pant, rapidly. "Please... stop staring..." You were flustered beyond repair, your palms coming up to cover your flushed face.

"Let me-" he starts, cut off by a grunt. "Fuck, let me see that pretty face," he tries again, the words coming out raspy. "You either take down those hands or i'll do it for you, doll."

"N-No, please," you beg, a visible shudder reverberating through your body. Having him watch you this close was driving you insane. You felt like he was gonna eat you alive.

"Take them down. Last time i'm gonna say it."

Toji was never mean to you. He liked teasing the hell out of you in good fun, but nothing could ever make him intentionally hurt you or make you feel lesser. Even this sternness came from the pit of his heart.

"Three..."

"Please, no."

"Two..."

"B-Baby," you call, in an attempt to distract him. It made a good reach but he had to shake it off.

"One... Now you've temporarily lost the use of your arms," he says, effortlessly pulling your hands away from your face, pinning them beside your head with his own enormous hands. He instantly captures the flourishing red on your cheeks. "You're so cute, ma. What are you hiding yourself from me for? Huh?"

You think you might die with the way he's gripping onto your soul through the way he holds eye contact. Unwavering, intense, just borderline debilitating.

"Please, Toji. Don't look at me like that."

"I want to. You're so pretty, it's getting me off, doll." He groans, the clench of your cunt around his cock squeezing him so well. "I know it's doing things to you, too. You like being watched by me, baby?"

You've never felt so good that your eyes rolled back into your head. To say that you were in heaven was an understatement for what you truly felt, because it happened then and there, for the first time. Those pretty eyes that normally freeze in shock or widen in surprise, were reduced to white cue balls, fluttering shut to prolong the inevitable acknowledgment of the sight by Toji. You inhale sharply, releasing the breath, shakily.

"Fuuuck, princess..." he practically growls. "That was enough of an answer. Holy fuck." He smirks at the way you avoid his gaze after the matter, your mouth still slightly ajar as you release those doubled little breaths. "So good- Such a good fucking girl," he speaks into your jaw, his ability to hear you enhancing when you start breathing and moaning beside his ear. "Fuck, gonna cum, doll. Where do you want it?"

"God... fuck it into me," you babble, so confidently, almost mindlessly.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck it into you?" He purrs, lips sucking on your sensitive skin.

"Mhm," you hum quietly, the high pitch confirming your pleasure ridden daze. Your nails have left enough indentations in your palms to need caring for after you both finish, so you uncurl your fingers and try to loosen Toji's grip on your wrist.

"Can't have you covering your pretty face again, baby. N-Not when i'm so close," he reproves, unlatching himself from your jaw to stare into your shiny eyes. You somehow managed to get what you wanted, anyway. His left hand dragged up your wrist, and over your palm before lacing his fingers between yours, effectively keeping it pinned to the bed while satisfying your need for more tenderness. "You sure, doll? I can't stop it once it happens," he says, desperate for your response as his orgasm gets closer.

"Please, Toji..." you confirm, squeezing his hand. Within a couple seconds he gives you everything he has. He sounds like someone who's been deprived of physical intimacy for too long, the gasps and hitched breaths he leaks bringing a tremble to your chest with how hard your heart is beating against your ribcage.

"Oh fuck, baby... baby." He lets out a short, deep laugh, ragged breaths expelled from his mouth as he thrusts significantly more slowly into you, pushing his warm seed further with every roll of his hips. He leans down to connect his lips with you, releasing your left wrist to drag his right hand down between where you both connect. He rubs your clit rapidly, swallowing the little whimpers you hum into his mouth as he rapidly works to bring you another orgasm. "Cum," he whispers, only pausing the languid entanglement of your lips for the purpose of getting the single word out. As if you were compelled by him, your walls violently spasmed around his length and you released all over him.

Toji responded to all your unfinished thoughts and unabashed moans, with nodding and humming to assure you that your rambling was being heard. He lured out all your pleasure, only stopping when you cried out little pleas for mercy, your stomach quivering and your legs twitching.

Toji returned his index and middle fingers to the pulse point on your neck, staring at you as he felt your heartbeat tap rapidly against his fingertips. He wordlessly watched with a smirk on his face, until your little huffs subsided and your heartbeat somewhat regulated.

"My little bunny," he teases, that sly, fox-like grin undying.

Your cheeks burned with every second that his gaze lingered on your face. All you could do was let out a small whine at the nickname before pushing his hand away from your neck.

He pulls out of you, taking in the tremble of your thighs that accompanies the new vacancy of your cunt. You let out a final sigh, before completely stilling on the bed. He ran two fingers between your slit, smearing your combined mixture of fluids on your inner thighs and stomach. You couldn't argue about the messiness when your pussy fluttered at the gesture.

Toji lets himself fall into place beside you, immediately bringing you close to him again. He blinks, not knowing how to phrase what he feels in the moment. He feels good, happy, satisfied, and everything in between. You're glowing right before him. He can see himself in your eyes from how much they shine.

"Doll, stay." He lets out the breath caught in his chest, bringing a warm hand to the dulcet features on your face.

"Hm?" You heard him, but you want him to be sure. You like to believe you know Toji's mannerisms well enough, and this is a test for one of them. You know that if he's not sure about something or if he's second guessing himself, he won't repeat what he said.

"I want you to stay," he repeats, shutting down your doubts. His thumb tenderly grazes your cheek. "Stay and freshen up with me before bed. I've always wanted to hear your morning voice."

You furrow your brows in confusion, a soft smile still gracing your face. "You've heard my morning voice. I've stayed over before."

He smirks. "That's not how I mean it, baby. You'll find out tomorrow if you stay."

"Oh. Oh... Jeez, Toji." You can't even look at him. There's a familiar look of innocence on your face, one that Toji loves more than you'll ever know. Your eyes get all glassy and your cheeks start glowing red. You start giggling at every little thing, not able to move past such an indirectly vulgar thing so quickly.

He pulls you even closer, a grin on his face as your noses touch. "Stay," he repeats, again. "You know you want to." He lures a giggle out of you with this. "And I want you here."

You break. You were never gonna say no, but it was becoming increasingly harder to withhold your response. "Okay, okay."

"Yeah?" He pecks your lips. "You're gonna stay?" He places another quick kiss.

"Ye- To-" He keeps interrupting you with rapid, chaste kisses. "Toji." You giggle. "I'm staying!"

"I knew that."

[allyriadayne]

another theme that i found fascinating this ep was the greens' inability to connect with the other. otto cannot comfort alicent who cannot comfort neither of her children, each having to look for another. they are breaking apart but neither can do anything about it and it's so poignant to see otto not knowing how to comfort alicent, while she can't touch helaena unless she gets uncomfortable. and the son who might welcome her embrace, aegon, she is unable to offer him anything! she's only touched him with violence. she's helpless! and this is also shown when helaena and aegon meet on the stairs. she tries to maybe say something and he even stops to listen! but there's no protocol for this. neither of them have ever comforted the other. no one taught them how to connect. even aemond who is not as affected by the toddler murder has replaced alicent or some parental figure with the brothel madam. it's crazy

like, that first scene with otto and alicent is crazy. she's so visibly distressed and he stops behind her to maybe comfort her but he can't! that's not something they've done often. and when he gets the courage, she turns away!!!!!! and in case you didn't notice the theme, alicent gets another scene just like the other except it's her who can't comfort her child. and she turns away too!!!! parents are not for comfort.

[emphistic]

Bf!Sukuna who refused to look at the Solar Eclipse with safety glasses on, because he thinks he's built different

Bf!Sukuna who kisses the back of your hand in the most random moments

Bf!Sukuna who loves your personal space just as much as you, to the point it could even be called yours and his

Bf!Sukuna who touches your butt out of the blue, and not even in a sexual way

you could be standing somewhere and he just comes up behind you and rubs and squeezes and caresses your ass like it's his own fidget toy, regardless of who's near

sometimes you even have to remind him you two are in public

Bf!Sukuna who flirts with you nonstop, whether he's aware of his actions or not

this man could continue going on about how good you are to him even if there was a gun to his head

you can't count with ten fingers how many times you've had to slap a hand over Sukuna's mouth in order for him shut up whilst people just stare at how casually he speaks obscenities

Bf!Sukuna who rests his chin atop your head while you cook, with his arms wrapped around your waist

Bf!Sukuna who is absolutely oblivious to people who hit on him; his brain only registers those people as mere nuisances and his replies are always just him trying to make them leave

"Heyy, Sukuna. You know, I was just wondering. You always smell so good; what do you use?"

"It's called Leave Me the Fu-cologne." (leave me the fuck alone.)

Bf!Sukuna who is beyond fed up with the amount of little boys who come up to you while you're both waiting to pick up Yuuji from pre-school

Bf!Sukuna who gets sent to sleep on the couch after slapping your ass one too many times

he always comes crawling back, though, peppering your face in kisses and offering apologies he doesn't mean whatsoever

Bf!Sukuna who has the absolute dirtiest mouth

you two could be in the middle of a casual conversation and then he'll randomly blurt out how good you felt during bed last night

it's also not an uncommon occurrence for him to randomly text you sex positions and toys he wants to try out

Bf!Sukuna who has an album on his phone containing pictures and memories the two of you have shared throughout your relationship

he plans to have it play on a big screen as a slideshow during your future wedding reception, but he'll never admit that unless he wanted you to know how much of a sap he truly was

[nkogneatho]

Y'all know those insecure girlfriends on tiktok when their boyfriend does their makeup accurately, they go “what bitch taught you that?” yeah, Gojo is the male version of that.

He knows he is attractive, and that everyone dotes on him. But you look out of this world. Everybody wants you. Like all of his friends have tried to hit on you a few times. They said it's just playful, but his insecurities kicked in.

One evening, you showed up to one of his totally unserious basketball games with his homies, cheering him every time he dunks.

“Suguru, my girl's watchin'. Gotta show off a bit, yeah?” he smirks, licking his lips his reflexes were so good that barely anyone else could keep up with him. It was like he had drank 10 liters of energy drink with the sudden speed boost.

You hopped in his arms when the match was over, peppering his face with kisses as he enjoyed his victory, showing a middle finger to suguru to which he rolled his eyes.

“you look so cool when you jump so high, toru!” you squealed in happiness. He really did look cool.

“hehe, you liked that, baby? Jumped a little higher just for you.” he kissed your forehead.

“hate to say it, but he is undefeated.” suguru spoke up. “feel like we need to put you on the court, y/n just to distract him so we can win.” your cheeks started burning up at that. You and satoru have been dating for a few months, but you were still not used to the way everyone talks about him as if he's a simp for you. well, he is and should be.

“i would still win though.” your eyes shifted to gojo. You were a little offended at that, even though it was just messing around. It was his habit.

“alright. Let's have a 1v1” the men did not miss the shift of your tone. Suguru knew satoru might be in trouble, while the white haired wasn't worrying about it too much. Because you're not too savvy with basketball aside from what he's taught you, and he is a pro. Sure, you would be mad later, but nothing he can't make up to you.

The boys spread in corners, as you and gojo exchanged a competitive gaze—yours was competitive and his was more of a “i love when you get riled up”—before the match began. The game was not anything serious, so all you had to do was score five points. It was a piece pf cake for gojo but you were being surprisingly competitive. You scored two points just as soon as he did. His homeboys thought that gojo was going easy on you but suguru knew he was struggling. But he lives up to his name and score two points, making him just 1 score away from his sweet victory. There's no way you can win now. If you miss this chance, it's over. But you remembered something someone had taught you and all that “i'd still win though” just pumped up enough adrenaline and oh. my. god.

Gojo's jaw dropped as you shot a three pointer, your lips widening into an evil grin, and all the boys cheered at your win. You were sure they're gonna tease him about today until eternity. Toru was impressed…well, for a few seconds before he hit you with a,

“which motherfucker taught you that? because I don't remember teaching you this yet.” you were laughing but his reaction was genuine.

“hey, c'mon now. don't call me a motherfucker.” suguru slid in, a hand resting on gojo's arm. “i'm a good teacher, aren't I?” he winked at you.

“the fuck? When the fuck did you teach her?”

“last week when we were playing at toji's party.” gojo was too busy playing beer bong at that time.

“thank you, suguru. And you…" you looked at your man, "where is allat “but I'd still win though” attitude?” you mocked him.

“ight fine. you got me. i was just messin' around and ya'know that. don't get mad at me, baby,” he snaked an arm around your waist. “we're both winners. We gotta celebrate properly, right?” he leaned closer to your ears.

“now let's see who wins in the bedroom, tonight. hmm? You know i gotta settle the score, princess.”

[auschizm]

Instead of "but that's not real", you should try responding to a psychotic persons distress with:

That sounds really scary. I'm really sorry that you're going through this. I can't imagine how scared I'd be if it was me.

Thank you for sharing this with me. I know it can't be easy to open up about it, and I'm glad you felt comfortable telling me

You can tell me more about it if you want to. I promise not to judge you, invalidate you or panic

Is there anything I can do to help you feel safer? Any way I can help support you through this?

[shepscapades]

okay am i crazy? someone please tell me I'm crazy, I saw the thumbnail for Xisuma's newest hermitcraft episode and was immediately reminded of the deepslate/blackstone palette and building style of all of the buildings from the Evil Empire in season 8. Clicked on the video and the introduction "Previously, on Hermitcraft" was voiced with Evil Xisuma's voice filters. I had thought Xisuma said in a recent FAQ video he had no plans to bring Evil X back into hermitcraft plot because the storytelling wasn't really his top priority, but this kind of seems like foreshadowing of some kind? Thoughts?Regardless, kind of a sickening thought for c!xisuma that Ex might just be. lurking. very cool <sweating

[lizardkingeliot]

Still can't stop thinking about how agonizing it must have been for Lestat to stand up on that stage at the trial and lie about the early stages of his and Louis' relationship and twist the details to make Louis the pursuer and pretend like he didn't want him when the most essential fact of Lestat's life since the year 1910 has been wanting and loving Louis more than anything in the world.

And just... the fact that he was doing it—standing up there and speaking the twisted lines given to him by Armand and the coven—only because he was there to save Louis. The fact that his only mission was Don't Let Louis Die. The fact that they made him sacrifice his daughter to save his soulmate. Wield their love as a weapon in a last desperate attempt to make sure Louis keeps on living. No matter what, even if it meant Louis would never forgive him. Even if it meant Louis would always hate him.

Lestat just needed Louis to not die.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Angsty Sentence Starters #4

"I'm just so afraid."

"Don't you dare leave me alone!"

"We just don't work any more."

"I can't bare to lose you."

"You don't own me."

"This will end tonight."

"Maybe we should stop trying."

"It just wasn't meant to be."

"Sorry for everything I did."

"I guess this means goodbye."

"We had a good run."

"Nothing we can do about it."

"You never listen to me."

"I give up. You won."

"Are you happy now?"

"So this is it?"

"I need to leave."

"No, I don't owe you that."

"You have to let go."

"I'm sorry it came to this."

More: Angsty Masterpost

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[sergle]

yall are about to piss me off by not having any PASSING basic knowledge of the way the u.s. military manipulates its recruits into joining by typing up one of your uninformed, unresearched, unempathetic, individualistic, unbelievably annoying posts about how 100% of the people in the military ended up there because they just Love America So Damn Much! they're extremely mature and informed at time of recruitment, they can totally leave anytime they want, they totally had tons of other avenues in life they could've taken, there was no rush at all to get income as fast as possible, and everyone in the military also totally is part of the combat divisions and personally enjoys being IN the military very much, big believers of violence. everyone in the military is shooting guns all day, that's how that works. they LOVE BLOODSHED. also I love the "amewicans haha" twang to this type of shit because you're actually TOTALLY stealing our Thing, which is turning systemic issues into Individual Issues. Instead of talking about the powers that be, it's so Personal Choice up in here. It's, "well you shouldn't have done it then. I totally wouldn't because I know better." you don't wanna talk about the military industrial complex as a whole, and you don't want to talk about recruiters, you just want to pin the blame on Specific Individual People one-by-one, as if they're responsible for the system that they're being ground up in. someone was in the military? bad person, no matter what. it's easier to believe that, I guess, than to acknowledge that Normal People (with high school educations) are manipulated and incentivized into joining a system that is Bad. at like age 18. but yeah no that 18 year old should have just been smarter lol haha anyway here are some screenshots for no particular reason

side note this reply of someone going "umm just get loans and go into a high paying field it's easy XD" as a direct response to someone trying to explain how most americans joining the military are being funneled in that direction out of a need for money.

and another person who Decided that americans join the military just CLENCHING their teeth thinking of other people, and not thinking completely selfishly about their own selves and their own income/housing/healthcare.

[reunitedinterlude]

tongue thing

[star-anise]

Warnings: Doomerism, climate grief, child death

The thing about having studied history and the psychology of trauma so much is that I can't pretend to myself that the world used to be better at sometime in the past.

Don't get me wrong; things are absolutely terrible right now and need to change, quickly.

But also, they're better than they've ever been for us as a species. It is literally mindblowing how much worse life was for us historically.

Have you seen one of those charts of the human population over time? Have you thought about what it actually means?

Because here's what I see: Humans have always loved things like living to old age, like having sex, like raising babies. Those are things we have always wanted to do. It's not like pre-industrial humans were giant pandas like, "Nah, rather not reproduce as a species. No thanks," and suddenly the Victorians discovered horniness.

Instead, for most of human history, we have died. At terrifically young ages. The few who made it to adulthood could make babies as much as they liked, and then overwhelmingly watched pregnancies miscarry, births end in tragedy, or babies die. Their own lives were constantly at the mercy of a world that could kill them without a second thought. To be human meant to live in a world full of a million little tragedies, all the goddamn time.

And then what happened was: The babies stopped dying. The effects of a lot of things from higher agricultural yields to public health efforts to mass communications made us the master over the diseases and maladies that once had us by the throat.

When we look ahead at catastrophe and terrors, yes, they're bad. But they'd have to be extremely bad indeed to measure up to the number of people who wouldn't even be alive in any other century.

And even the obvious bogeyman then, overpopulation—did you notice what's already happened? On that chart, there's the green measure of total population, but the thin purple line is the rate of population growth. Please notice that it peaked in 1968. It is, in fact, projected as entirely possible that within a century it could go lower than it was twelve thousand years ago, at the end of the last big ice age.

The moment babies started to live longer, people went, "That is too many babies. An absolutely unsustainable number of babies. People are crying out for help because taking care of that many children is completely overwhelming. We need to be able to fix this problem," and they invented birth control and fought to get it legalized. It hit the market in the late 1950s and in less than a decade, it had caught on like wildfire.

To me, this is the absolute opposite of an argument for passivity and political inaction. It's not that everything's going to be okay so why even try. It's that as it turns out, the human capacity to grow and thrive and make the world better is absolutely reality-defying. I don't have faith that all of our problems will be solved, but I do have faith that those problems are all the subject of passionate obsession of millions of people.

And apparently we have a really strong track record at that kind of thing already.

[goldsbitch]

I'm not sure if your requests are open but what about the whole fire situation at McLaren, Lando can't find the reader and he's freaking out and he cares more about finding her than putting shoes on - obv she's be OK and just stand there with oscar or sth 😭

-omg I love this request! added a bit here and there, so hope you'll like it...thank you!!

Fire.

Rick was a 23 year old McLaren assistant who, by sheer luck, managed to land a job with the racing team. This being his first season and immediately being thrown into following the team on the road. It was an exciting life, but a little fast and hard to follow in the beginning. He was just trying to blend it and feel out what is it that is actually required from him.

It was few hours after the fire was put down and if he knew one thing it was that corporate is expecting a quick short report asap, before the long report from health and safety people follows. He'd been sitting there, in Pirelli hospitality, stressed out as if his life depended on this - and honestly, it probably did a little bit. It was quite baffling to him why was it that the team elected him to be in charge or reports to corporate. On a normal day, it was fairly easy - reporting minor injuries, heatstrokes and collecting reports from the mechanics and resending them. And now, he was to do a full on fire report? He hasn't even seen one before!

He tried to ignore his inner panic and put together few pages of text, trying to tune into the confusing language corporate sometimes required. The part he dreaded the most was "describing how the drivers were evacuated" part of the form.

Oscar Piastri (driver 81) had not been at the premise when the fire was detected, therefore there was no need to evacuate him.

Lando Norris (driver 4) had been running around like a panic filled duck making the evacuation way more difficult for everyone.

Nope, this was not even an option, no matter how much would Rick like to send this out and watch the world burn, again.

Lando Norris (driver 4) was in his driver room when the evacuation started, definitely not blasting his music into unhealthy levels and certainly did not miss the first warning because of it.

Nope.

Lando Norris (driver 4) used his unique ability to be as extra as possible at any given moment that we can thank him for creating yet another viral moment, the image of him, standing outside the mobile hospitality building with no shoes, gaining a permanent place on the internet.

This was going to be a difficult decision for poor Rick.

//

Lando was excited about the Barcelona race, this being only the second time he was on pole. And all of that happening on the weekend he and his new girlfriend decided to make their relationship official, hard launch around the paddock.

But he also understood he needed his alone time to get prepared and Y/N supported that completely, not wanting him to babysit her constantly.

He was full on enjoying his pre-race ritual. Chilling on his couch and blasting music loudly and proudly, flicking his toes to the rhythm of the latest bops and getting lost in his strategy, going over the plan they had for that race.

All was good and well - until the smoke coming from the stairs started to spread, together along with panic.

"Lando!" a voice said while barging unapologetically through his door. "We need to evacuate!"

He nearly had a heart attack and fell of the sofa, as he did not expect anything to happen on that nice Sunday morning.

"What?" he said, putting his music on mute and only now hearing the general mayhem happening outside his door, dark milky smoke rolling in.

"We need to evacuate you!" his assistant said once again, rushing to him and getting him up.

"Lando!" said another voice that marched in with the same intention. "How come you're still here, we need to move out!"

"What the fuck is happening outside?" confused Lando asked, not really used to people storming into his room right before the race. His eyes flashed between the two assistants, both out of breath because they were probably not used to running.

"Em, fire...down at the staircase, so we gotta go that way," one of them said, gesturing somewhere towards his left.

"Wait, so near the canteen?" Lando asked. Shit, that was where he left Y/N. Oh god. Both of them nodded, trying to gesture him to move outside, which he did not.

"Has anyone seen my girlfriend?" he continued with the questions firmly.

"Um, Y/N?" one of the assistants asked, not expecting this question.

"Yes, who else?" Lando responded impatiently, panic growing in.

"I don't know, I never want to assume anything..."started rambling the one who marched in first.

Lando couldn't help but roll his eyes, where we all the competent people when he needed them? Once again, these two were gesturing him to start evacuating.

"I need to call her first," he said, taking his phone out and dialing her number. It was a very bizarre scenery to watch, the three of them just standing there while everyone was rushing around.

One, two, three, four very long dials. Two pairs of eyes shooting arrows at Lando, who stood firmly, hoping she'll pick up. Nothing. Was that actual panic he was starting to feel?

"Ok, I gotta go check out the canteen and find her, you two can go and tell everyone I'm ok," he said and brushed past them and went to the hallway.

He overhead someone trying to give orders, but based on the scene ahead of him, people rushing back and forth without clear direction, nobody seemed to pay that much attention. "Please, make your orderly exit, follow the signs, this is not a drill, this is not a drill. Breathe through your nose."

The driver was making his way through flocks of people going the other direction while the smoke and acrid smell grew on intensity that even Lando, with his cough and blocked nose, could actually smell it. He managed to avoid everyone, leaving the two poor assistants who came to search for him behind, until he bumped into another rushing person most likely giving him a black eye.

"Ouch! Lando! Everyone is looking for you, we gotta evacuate," stated the another new member of the team, who Lando vaguely recalled as Rick, while he held his puffing eye. And finally, fire alarm started to produce its signature deafening sound.

"Sorry! Sorry!" he apologized loudly, not wanting to cause more trouble, which was failing quite miserably. "I know, you're all looking for me, but is anyone looking for Y/N?" Lando asked, his priorities being very clear.

Rick was slightly confused, trying to recall if she had already evacuated or not.

"Did you see her going outside?" Lando demanded answers from anyone present and poor Rick was on the frontline.

"I don't know, I was over there-" he pointed to a room, where Y/N would definitely not be - the men's room.

"Fuckin' shit," Lando cursed and left Rick standing and marched over to where the smoke was coming from, trying to remember to breathe through his nose.

It was the first time she visited him in the paddock, which was already stressful enough, as he imagined. This was his home, he knew every corner and secret this place held - but she didn't! And also - he was Lando Norris, people would go out and search for him, but it was his job to make sure that his girlfriend is ok. And he was doing a very shit job at that, at least in his mind. Actual firefighters started to appear at the scene and finally the evacuation started to resemble orderly departure, rather than an obscure rave. He finally arrived near to the canteen when he got stopped by one of the firemen.

"Sir, you have to leave now, the other way!" he ordered, not interested in anyone's bullshit.

"I know, I just gotta check my girlfriend is not there, nobody is looking for her-"

"We are looking for everyone and you are making our job harder, please evacuate and let us work."

Lando was starting to understand that his actions might be creating more chaos than good, so he nodded and turned around, only to see the entourage of three assistant walking towards him, trying to get through the firefighters.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going," he shouted and gestured them to turn around, which they only did once they saw his actually going the right way and following evacuation orders.

The strange quartet finally rolled outside, three of them finally being able to relax as they got the driver out, while he was on the verge of losing it. Frantically started looking around, losing his cool again. Only once he stepped outside to the hot Spanish June afternoon, he noticed he wasn't wearing any shoes, the asphalt giving him a lot of information about the potential track temperature. Hot.

He didn't care. He had to find her, otherwise he was going back in and this time nobody would stop him.

Not her, not her, not her - wait, that was her! Standing safely far away from curious crowd that observed the scene and chatting it out, was Y/N and Oscar. Safe and sound, maybe a little too relaxed given the situation. Lando rushed to her, almost tripping over his own feet.

"Hey...I called you," he said, his own athleticism saving him from being unable to breathe.

She smiled when she saw him, like she always did. Innocent eyes and lush lips creating and angel-like picture. "Oh, did you? Sorry, I couldn't hear, there was so much noise everywhere," she said and gave him a little peck on his cheek before turning her attention to the McLaren building.

Lando was trying to look cool, not saying anything and tried to process his own reaction, maybe potentially overreaction - something, he'd never admit.

"We are recreating the scene from The Office," Oscar said, as if there weren't people around them running in panic. Lando just stared at him and his girlfriend, both standing in pure calmness and doing what could only be described as "vibing it out".

"I'm sorry?" he replied, not yet tuned into their wave-lenght.

"We were playing Desert Island while everyone was evacuating themselves," Oscar explained to Lando. Y/N laughed, but decided to change the topic when she saw how clueless her boyfriend looked.

"Never thought I'd date a millennial," she said out of the blue.

Lando was once again not comprehending, still coming down from his shock. "What?"

She giggled. "Look at your socks man. So low one would think it's 2014 again."

"Good year," Oscar said, sounding like he was 80 years old.

Only then Lando looked down now to truly fathom that he forgot to put his shoes on. He had to chuckle. He was used to adrenaline highs and lows, but apparently not as much as he though so.

"You ok?" Y/N asked, starting to become concerned when Lando did not follow up on their joke. She examined him and noticed the drops of stress sweat, his uneven breathing and eyes wide as the sun.

There was not much of a hesitation before he uttered the next sentence.

"I love you," he stated, no regrets or uncertainty. This was the first time either of them said this sentence. They were sort of tip toying around for few weeks now, but both of them feared it would freak the other one out. Not anymore, Lando had to get it out at that moment and nothing would stop him.

Now it was Y/N who was completely taken back, not expecting that. Funny how a fire did nothing to her reactions and this had her nearly melting. Melting with shock. No, it did not make sense to her either.

Lando was standing there, not expecting or demanding a reaction from her. He was coming to terms with his own realization, and stood there as proudly as someone who's not wearing any shoes can.

"Yes, it is true. I love you. You don't have to say anything, but I am more than sure now."

She bit her lower lip, unable to contain herself. "No, I want to say something. I love you too, more every day. So much it's getting scary."

Lando smiled, ear to ear, the events of the day passing him by. This was what mattered.

"This is so cool," Lando replied and went to kiss her on the cheek.

"Cool? That's your reaction?" she gasped, astonished and slightly amused.

"Yes, exactly that," he smiled once again, smitten over the moon.

The three of them stood there, Y/N and Lando watching each other, Oscar trying not to listen at first and observing the fire situation with new found interest. But it was nearly impossible.

"This is all very cute, but if you don't stop and leave this for when you're alone, I'm going to personally throw myself into the fire," he stated, teasing the fuck out of Lando.

"Have fun burning, mate!" Lando replied immediately and pulled Y/N into an unhinged hug.

Y/N never felt better in someone's embrace. "I love someone who's not even wearing shoes outside," she proclaimed after a moment. "Thank god mom's not here."

//

Lando Norris (driver 4) obeyed the evacuation procedure, followed directions and cooperated at full capacity. Due to the nature of the situation, the team decided to pull Lando out of the premise as quickly as possible, which resulted in him evacuating barefoot. No injury detected.

After several drafts, this was what Rick decided to go with, while icing his black eye.

[mbohjeezart]

Hey guess what! Redbubble didn't like that I used the VOGUE logo on that one Doc art, so to spite them I make this as a reupload.

You can find it [ HERE ] along with some other designs! :D

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.