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theres something about casual dominance thats just so!!
the way when toji laughs, sitting with his friends, he tips his head just right to catch your eyes to beckon you closer, looping his arms around your waist when you’re hovering in front of him to pull you to his lap. he doesn’t stop talking to his friends and they don’t acknowledge you so you sit there, caged by toji’s arms and warm in his embrace, his front a solid wall for you to rest your back on. he hums at whatever his friend says, pitching forward to press a kiss on your shoulders and you play with his rolled up sleeves, not wanting to tune it to whatever they’re talking about.
(they know you, you know? his friends. “toji’s pretty girl,” they’d tell each other when they mention you in passing, conversations stilted. there was an unspoken rule, after all — the one that makes them tight-lipped whenever someone new comes asking around who was the girl sticking close to toji. then, they correct the assumptions. “it’s fushiguro who’s sticking close,” they say, words short and curt. and only a select few would understand the difference.)
the way when toji and you are cuddling on the couch, you feel him playing with your hair during the quiet moments of the movie, making you putty and boneless in his touch, before pulling it. he remains wordless when you gasp, your head tipped to expose your throat. when you whine, feeling the strain get to you, that is when he releases his hold. his chest rumbles as he hums reassurances, quiet shushing directed to you as he pulls you closer to him. he does it a few more times, leaving you breathless in anticipation.
the way when you’re on toji’s lap, pressing soft and gentle kisses across his face, making him laugh and his eyes crinkling in endearment, he responds by just reaching forward to hold your neck. he doesn’t tighten it enough to choke you but it is a heavy weight. you swallow and toji’s eyes glaze over when he feels your throat bobbing directly on his palm. he tugs at you gently, not enough to manhandle you or budge you with just his strength, but you follow his direction until his lips are ghosting over yours. it’s you who swallows the remaining distance to kiss him again.
and if i said ashe bradley was on the schizophrenia spectrum???
?? am i supposed to just breathe after seeing this????? insane
laios touden ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *
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genuinely begging this artist to stop drawing laios because my peanut is at attention and it’s dark purple.
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i have . dave vanian disease. please help me it's terminal
back on my donaldism