You think you're the painter, but you're actually just the canvas
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Latest Posts by systemicoppression - Page 5
so much poolverine and gay homoerotic content and yet gravity falls being the highest on trending tags will never not be funny to me
James Vowles' marketing strategy is top peak bc wdym you only heard about him after Logan's departure. HE'S A FREAK. (is somebody gonna match my freak? kicking out potential drivers)
maybe it's the kilometers who were the friends we made along the way 💔💔💔💔
wrong.
he was always a slut
two flipping wins and this man turns into a SLUT
my lack of shame refuses to prevent me from doing unspeakable things.
a helping hand - ʟɴ⁴
in which, lando is well and truly fed up of the countless guys she's been bringing back to their apartment - and he's about to do something about it.
contains; NSFW, smut; thigh riding, oral (f), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, dom!lando, masturbation (f); and a little bit of fluff.
lando norris x unnamed female character
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lando awoke to the poorly concealed giggles of his best friend, gently echoing around their shared monaco apartment. there was undoubtedly a second set of footsteps following hers, and a frustrated groan almost left his lips.
he was well and truly tired of hearing his best friend with other guys - it was clear she wasn't getting what she wanted. the countless amount of times he'd heard her fake an orgasm was outrageous, not that it didn't turn him on.
not when her soft moans resonated through the thin walls, not when he could tell the exact moment she came (not that it happened often nowadays), and especially not when she left little to his imagination in the mornings, leaving her room in a baggy shirt and underwear.
meanwhile, she had her legs wrapped around a random guy's waist as he rutted into her with no care for her pleasure. forced moans left her lips and she pretended the magic knot was building in her lower tummy. purposely clenching around his cock, she arched her back and let out a long, high-pitched moan as he spilled into the condom, pushing his head down to hers to press a quick kiss to her lips.
"there's a bin in the bathroom, over there." she spoke quietly, and the man nodded, before pulling out and walking off.
he re-emerges, dressed with his phone in hand - "i'm uh- i'm gonna go, if that's okay? i had a good time with you, we should uh.. go out sometime."
"yeah, sure." she nodded, knowing she was telling a complete lie - she had no intention of ever making contact with this man ever again.
he left, and there she was, once again, left frustrated and aching for a release. to hand it to him, he had brought her relatively close - but not close enough that she could fix her problem with a few quick circles over her clit.
her fingers shamefully traced down her tummy and down to her inner thighs, gently massaging the sensitive skin. she was so sensitive already that she let out a small moan, resulting in her hand clasping over her mouth. she didn't mind that lando had heard her having sex, she heard him and (sometimes numerous) other girls frequently - it was kind of an unspoken rule between the two that it was okay. however, it was obvious the man had left, and she was not ready to let her roommate hear her finish the job off.
on the other side of the thin wall, lando had one million things running through his mind. the guy had clearly left, but he could have sworn he had heard her moan? it was obvious to lando that her orgasm was fake. there was only a few times that he'd heard her really cum, and funnily enough, it was when she was alone, and when she had no idea lando was even in the apartment.
for example, when he had left for his flight to australia, but forgotten his car keys on the side. lando had only left the apartment for a few minutes, yet when he quietly returned to grab his keys, the apartment was softly echoing with needy whimpers and moans.
it was clear she was frustrated sexually, this was the third guy this week, and it was only thursday. oh, how he wanted to help her. he didn't think she'd object to sinking down onto him, wet and needy, and using him in every way she needed - and he would let her, over and over and over again.
her mind wondered into her deepest fantasies, the secrets she kept locked away from everyone. she imagined that her own were lando's hands, thick and rough, rubbing over her needy pussy. just the thought made her clench around nothing. he was only a wall away, she could just ask him? no, she couldn't do that, she wouldn't ruin their friendship and make everything sexually tense because she couldn't make herself cum and clearly, neither could anyone else.
she was over this, staying quiet. she was desperate, her hips pushing upward toward her hand, aching for more. whines and whimpers tumble from her lips, his name on the tip of her tongue. tweaking her clit between her fingers, resisting the strong urge to call out his name - she grinds her hips into her hand, teasing her damp entrance - but it's not enough.
she whines out a frustrated 'please' as her high faded away, she wanted to cry.
lando was over this too, hearing her frustrations. he pitied her in some way, but he also needed her so badly - and had done for every single year they had lived together.
she was so frustrated, so built-up, so pissed off, that she lauched the closest thing she could grab across the room, her phone. it landed with a loud thud.
this was his chance - check if she's okay, ask her what's wrong, fix her problem.
"you okay in there?" lando said as he knocked on her door gently. "can i come in?"
"yeah, um.. come in." she replied, as she was actually decent, still in her bra, and the rest covered by her duvet.
"what's the matter, sweetheart?" he asked softly, sitting down beside her.
"nothing, nothing, i'm okay, just uh.. dropped my phone." she said with a laugh, hoping lando wouldn't notice her phone was halfway across the room.
"all the way over there? come on, i'm not stupid, what's wrong, love?"
"just frustrated... that's all, lan." she replied - now he was getting somewhere.
"how come?" he pried, knowing the answer still.
"um..." she contemplated lying to him for a moment, but he most likely knew about her issue already, so there was no point. "okay, promise not to judge, yeah?"
"of course not." lando nodded, encouraging her to tell him about her frustrations.
"i haven't cum in three and a half months." she hoped the room was too dim for him to notice the crimson blush that spread across her face, but that was the least of lando's worries then and there.
"oh, pretty girl." lando cooed, cupping one side of her face. "no one's making you feel good?"
she shook her head with innocent eyes - how could she look so innocent when she had just told him about that? god, she was going to be the death of him one day.
"what about yourself, can you do it, sweetheart?"
"i've um... been trying, but haven't been able to recently." she spoke quietly, as if she was ashamed of her failed endeavours.
"oh, darling." he softly replied. "come here."
he tapped his thigh, gesturing for the young woman to sit on his lap.
"but lan... i don't have um.. any underwear on."
"that's okay, you won't needing them, love." he tapped his thigh again, and she reluctantly swung her leg over onto him and sat down.
"relax, okay? let me make you feel good." lando whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
he expertly shifted her so she was only on his thigh, and he quickly flexed it, causing a small moan to fall from her lips.
"that's it babygirl, use me." he nodded, tilting her chin up toward him.
instinctively, she pushed her head forward to press her lips to his, kissing him without a thought. it felt so good, it made all her previous worries melt away - she wasn't even bothered about the fact that she was about to get off on her best friend's (extremely muscular) thigh.
as they made out, his other hand began to grind her hips back and forth, and he flexed and bounced his leg as her moans grew needier than he had ever heard.
she wasn't even ashamed of how quickly and how wet she had grown in the past minute or two. her juices coated her inner thighs and dripped onto lando's grey joggers with every bounce of his leg. she was whining and moaning into his mouth, running her hands through his hair as he drove her so quickly to the edge.
"go on, sweetheart, cum for me."
she was hot, throbbing all over, her body craving a release so badly that she couldn't help herself. it was his voice - god, his voice - that did it for her. it was soft but demanding, gentle but all-consuming at the same time.
her whole body trembled as her first orgasm in months crashed pleasantly over her body. she dug her nails into lando's scalp and he whined out at the sensation.
"lan... fuck!" she moaned, pressing her head into the crook of his neck.
"that's it, baby." he kept flexing and relaxing his thigh through her orgasm, and although he felt it beginning to cramp up, he kept going.
"lando..." she whined loudly as he continued to flex his thigh, bouncing it momentarily to allow her high to be dragged out for as long as possible. "shit.."
"good girl." he cooed into her ear, breath fanning across her face.
lando was so impossibly hard, it was actually painful. his joggers or boxers weren't very constricting so that was good, but his cock was throbbing and most likely an angry red due to her sounds alone.
he would say, never out loud, that the whines and moans of his roommate had the ability to make him cum quicker than he ever had before. and, now that he thought about it, he had no idea how he was going to last more than a few thrusts. whether or not he was going to have her was out of the question now, it was going to happen. he now knew she'd happily, and maybe even eagerly, oblige to sitting on his lap, wet and needy and fucked out, and letting him sink his cock nice and deep.
"you okay, darling?" he whispered, tilting her head up by the chin.
"need you, lan." is all she could muster to say - although the much needed orgasm sent relief pooling in her body, it also sent her sex drive through the roof, and now something else was literally pooling on lando's leg.
"come on, let's get this off." he said quietly, unclasping the blue lace bra, and throwing it to the side.
his hands briefly glided over her hardened nipples,
"lie down, baby." he spoke softly with a commanding voice, lifting her gently off of his thigh. "go on."
"need you.. inside me... please." she breathed out needily.
"be patient, pretty girl." he shook his head as her head fell back against the pillow.
still sensitive, she slammed her legs shut around his hand when the pad of his thumb swiped over her clit. but, it was no use, he simply pried her legs apart with his muscular hands, and hooked them over his shoulders.
"lando... please, need you." she babbled incoherently - she was drunk on his touch and he'd barely even touched her.
he lurched forward and licked a bold stripe up her cunt, making her a boiling hot sensation tingle up her spine. he lapped at the leftover juices not soaked up by his thigh, and god, she tasted divine.
her inner thighs glistened with her juices, and a wet patch slowly began to form on her sheets. he had absolutely no mercy anymore, and his lips latched straight onto her clit, her back arching starkly upwards. the most lewd whine left her lips and her hand flew down to his head, tugging at his curls for more.
a staggered groan left his lips, the vibrations making her eyes roll and her back arch - he was addicted.
still sensitive from her previous orgasm, the next one was barrelling towards her at breakneck speed. and it certainly sped up when lando slipped his tongue gently into her, his nose nudging against her clit as he began to grind his hips against the mattress.
"lando, fuck-" she arched her back up again, but a large hand on her stomach pressed her back flat to the bed, keeping her pinned down.
lando's face suddenly found itself trapped in between her thighs, she had clamped them around his head, a sign of her impending high. he didn't let up, not even one bit, if anything, his efforts doubled, as his tongue was quickly replaced with two thick fingers thrusting deep inside of her.
it was mind-bending. the red hot pleasure spread down to her thighs and up her stomach, the orgasm ripped her apart. warm liquid squirted from her pulsing heat, and her legs shook as she came so hard she thought she was going to pass out.
after what felt like an eternity, lando removed his head from between her legs, gazing up at the woman underneath him.
"you with me, angel?" he spoke softly, gently squeezing the sides of her stomach.
"fucking hell." she breathed out, her eyes fluttering open and closed.
lando dragged his thumb down her slit slowly, collecting any leftover slick and sucking it off of his thumb, and then wiping the remaining off of his chin and nose. her hips bucked up toward him and something like an electric shock ran up her body, and a smirk raised to his lips.
he quickly pulled his joggers and boxers down, his painfully hard cock springing up and pressing against his abdomen harshly. hovering over her, he pressed soft kisses all over her face, making a smile show itself. he left a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck, running his cock teasingly through her slit, her body wriggling beneath him with sensitivity.
"sensitive, sweetheart?" he cooed softly.
"yeah." she hummed, swallowing deeply as he stared down into her eyes.
"poor baby." lando pouted sarcastically, sitting down against the headboard and swiftly pulling her on top of him. "think you can take one more?"
a soft nod of her head signalled a yes, but that wasn't enough.
"i need words, pretty girl." he tilted her chin towards him, pulling her in closer to his lips.
"yes.. sorry.. need you, lan- please." she babbled, her hazy eyes telling him she was fucked out but still needy.
and there she was. sat on his lap, wet and needy and fucked out, happily obliging to letting him sink himself nice and deep. it was like a fever dream, a wet dream come true.
"so pretty." he praised as she lifted her hips up, allowing him to run his cock through her throbbing folds. "good girl, just be patient, don't want to hurt you."
she whined as he slid the tip in, letting it sit there and allow her to adjust to the thickness. the stretch was delicious, palpable almost - her walls screamed for more.
"well done, beautiful." he said softly, allowing more of himself to disappear inside of her impossible tightness.
lando pressed his head into the crook of her neck, whines and whimpers leaving his lips with every inch he pushed in slowly. it was deliciously torturous, and he loved every second of it.
"fucking hell." he whined out, gently biting down on her collarbone, a small purple mark forming on her delicate skin. "so tight."
finally, her thighs felt the warm embrace of his own, pressing down onto him as she fully took him. his tip was definitely nudging at her cervix, and he was crammed against her g-spot already - she could cum from sitting here alone.
similarly, lando thought he was going to come undone when she gently clenched around him, having bottomed out into her now.
noticing the lack of control lando suddenly seemed to possess, she raised up off of his cock, running it through her folds again, before reinserting it and slamming back down onto him.
the dirtiest moan left his lips and he gripped her hips firmly, looking up at the literal angel of a woman before him. he tilted her chin down to him and kissed her roughly, letting her find her own rhythm on his cock - as lando had previously said, he'd let her use him as she pleased.
she grinded her hips back and forth as she rode him, boobs gently bouncing as she fucked herself on his dick. lewd moans and needy whines travelled from her mouth into his, his mouth into hers.
his hand travelled between her legs, tracing over the small disappearing and reappearing bump on her stomach, before finding her clit and pressing quick, neat circles over it, spreading her wetness even further. it's safe to say things were not going back to normal after this, this could not be a one time thing.
"lan..." she moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into the back of his neck.
"i know baby, i know." lando cooed, now raising her hips for her and helping her bounce up and down on him. "you're close?"
"fuck.. yes, lan." she whimpered, feeling that magic knot build up for the third time tonight - but this time it was a lot tighter and a lot bigger.
"shit, i'm close." he whined. "where do you want me?"
"need you inside.. please... on the pill." she pleaded, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his lips again.
a lewd moan tumbled from his lips, and her words sent him over the edge with a guttural groan. feeling the hot ropes of cum inside of her triggered her own orgasm, her marked body doubling over into his.
"come here." he whined, pulling her face into him and smashing their lips together.
the sight was disgusting, but it looked so good. his cock stuffed deep inside of her while his cum seeped down onto his balls, it was a wildly lewd sight, if he could take a picture he would.
"wait here, darling." he said, slowly lifting the woman off of him and getting off of the bed.
he headed to the bathroom, after slipping a clean pair of joggers on, and came back with a damp flannel to clean her up with.
"um.. if you want to go back to your room.. i completely understand." she nodded, pursing her lips.
"what?" lando furrowed his eyebrows. "i'm not going anywhere, love- unless you want me to go?"
"no, i don't want you to go.. i just assumed you would." she shrugged.
"oh, pretty girl, aftercare is very important."
I'm totally so feral about them.
🎥: McLaren (Instagram)
I’m totally so normal about them.
Wade is stronger than me because if Logan leant his forehead on my gun and looked into my eyes and smiled I would have jumped his bones faster than he could say bub
wolverine is absolutely not hip with the kids inspired by this post
this could never flop on tumblr
this flopped on twitter so let’s test the waters here
Just when I think I can’t love Oscar Piastri more I learn that apparently he made his parent read him car magazines instead of bedtime stories as a little kid
oscar piastri is HIM. (sobs uncontrollably and throws fists at the wall)
oscar piastri who thought first about logan's DNF on the post race radio of his f3 championship win. oscar piastri who was worried about joining mclaren because his first thought was about how everyone loved daniel. oscar piastri who was overshadowed in his first sprint race win by max winning his third championship. oscar piastri who felt the need to apologize on the post race radio of his first f1 race win. oscar piastri who didn’t publicly post about an injury initially because he didn’t want people to pity him. oscar piastri who
saving EVERYTHING i find i can't lose the last bit of sanity i have remaining.
Gojo and Geto moments
nah but how i end up scrolling on pinterest for two hours for satosugu when i went there in the first place to get a new icon for my pfp?
same smug brat energy
Seeing people saying that Satoru doesn't actually care about Suguru and that the only reason Kenjaku caught him was bc he was surprised to see a person he killed alive is fucking wild, man
Like. Gojo's entire life revolves around Geto. The entire series happens because he loved Suguru too much to kill him, even though he knew he would have to do it eventually. The world literally went to shit because he wasn't over him
Geto Suguru's life would be completely unimportant to the story without Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru's would be completely unimportant without Geto Suguru. They complement each other. They need each other
Two male betta fishes can't coexist. They will fight and one will die. They can't see each other — even if they're in different tanks, they won't be able to live. They'd eventually tire each other out, resulting in death. The only way for Satoru and Suguru's lives to be able to continue without the other would've been for them to never have met at all. And they can't be together. Not now, not ever again. Not while they're still alive. Not after everything that's happened
The entire story revolves around their relationship. Yuuji is a boy who ate a curse('s finger[s]), and Megumi is the prodigy who befriends him. Satoru is a prodigy, the strongest, and Suguru, the boy whose technique is eating curses, befriends him. The Jujutsu Kaisen story is all about parallels and they all connect to fucking Satosugu. It's all about them
The only reason Kenjaku's plan worked is because the body he used didn't belong to some random person Gojo killed, it worked because the body he used was Geto Suguru's, Gojo's one and only, his best friend. He must be thinking “Thank god they're gay” right now lmao
Gojo fucking hesitated. He hesitated multiple times when it came to Geto. He was supposed to kill him, yet he let him go. He has the Six Eyes, he could've easily tracked him down. He probably could tell if he was nearby (he can recognize Suguru from his scent) and just didn't go looking for him. And he could've so very easily escaped the trap that was set up for him, he was going to run away from it because we see him about to take that step but then Suguru's body shows up and says “Yo, Satoru!” with Suguru's voice and Satoru freezes and hesitates
They weren't able to let go of each other even after years of being separated (like a decade). When they meet, Suguru still greets Satoru warmly
Suguru is pretty much Satoru's moral code. He was the only person Satoru took at least mildly seriously pre-Toji (and we know Satoru just didn't do serious back then). He actually took his words to heart. Suguru was always the ‘nice(r) one’, the one who actually had a moral code, while Satoru was more of an asshole to literally everyone and everything (some more, some less), thinking he and Suguru were above everyone else (whyyy couldn't he include Shoko on that. “I was there too”. He lost a friend. She lost two)
When Suguru finally snaps (which, honestly. Fair) and goes genocidal (not so fair), Satoru slowly starts to be somewhat nicer and starts applying Suguru's old moral code to his own being — their roles were reversed, and now Gojo is the one who would be holding back Geto from obliterating a person who looked at them wrong. And Suguru was shown for having faith in the school and its system while it was Satoru the one who absolutely abhorred the higher-ups and all kinds of authority, but then it ended up with Suguru being the one to leave and become a cult leader with the blood of hundreds on his hands while Satoru was the one that stayed behind in the same place of the people he despises so much
(Imagine someone saying something like “Sometimes I doubt you even have a moral code” and Gojo answers with “Oh, my best friend my one and only is pretty much my moral code. He went homicidal a while back but it's okay haha” “...Actually, that explains a few things”)
Gojo had (has?) a god complex. It's obvious. I mean, he might as well be the closest thing to god human beings have ever seen, so I can't really blame him. He used to put himself above everyone else, when he was a teenager. He thought of himself as better than them. But not Suguru. Back then, it wasn't “I'm the strongest” it was “We're the strongest and “We're the best” and “We're the ones that will beat you” and “We're the duo” and it was all about “us, us, us, us, us” instead of “me, me, me, me” like people thought it was — they were a pair. They still are
We know people thought and still think of Gojo as a weapon. As something that must be controlled, because on the moment he decides he doesn't want to be around them anymore, he could just straight up kill then without any effort (but getting rid of people in positions of power only gets other people in positions of power and it'll be a neverending story, and Gojo knows this so he's trying to do his best to fix it all through the younger generation, by letting them live). And we also know that Suguru is one of the very few people who did not believe that at all
Like their personalities and characters and stories and literally everything, their names complement each other. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are such similar names, I get them mixed up all the time (the amount of times I've called them “Gojo Suguru” and “Geto Satoru” is embarassing. Also, “Saturu”. “Goto”. “Gejo”. Ugh). Both of their last names start with a G, end with an O and have 4 letters. Both of their given names start with an S, end with an U and have 6 letters. They complement each other. They need each other
The only times we've seen Gojo with an expression of actual pure, raw emotion is when it's about Geto. When he finds out about what Geto did, when he realizes how thin and wrong Geto looks, when he sees him again for what we assume to be the first time in years, when he dies, when a thing wearing his corpse and using his voice greets him (“Yo, Satoru!” oh my god)
Suguru was able to fight back when in Kenjaku's control after Satoru said his name. Kenjaku himself says that had never happened before
And you don't even have to see them as romantic. You don't have to ship them if you don't want to. But you can't deny that they care about each other more than they will ever care about anyone else
S2 has ruined me. I will never ever be the same fucking person again
Satosugu in 2x02
↳ anime vs manga
bonus:
boyfriends being boyfriends (′ꈍωꈍ‵)
maverick x iceman nation rise up
i cannot breathe
Every friend group should have;
huge fan of reading and learning, but also an even bigger fan of sleeping and being unconscious.
“I want a bf” “I want a gf” okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????
