#I couldn’t stop laughing while drawing this

[halleyscomet14]

have you underneath

relationships: billie eilish x reader

warnings: heavy smut, fingering, scissoring, hard make-out session, mild swearing.

word count: 2213

summary: late night with your girlfriend and things start to get heated.

a/n: this was meant to be a request, but this turned out to be way heavier and so i had to post it differently.

it was midnight, you and your girlfriend sat facing each other on the bed. the silent wind came in through the window, the breeze going through your soft strands of hair. billie was talking about something, rambling about her day and you just couldn’t focus on her words. her breathtaking ocean blue eyes pulled you in, her long luscious black hair swung ever so slightly against the wind from the open window, her rose red cheeks you just wanted to cup, and her precious hands you wanted to hold until eternity. you were imprisoned by her beauty, not that you were complaining. every sound was blocked in that moment, every thought was replaced by your girlfriend, you felt so lucky to just be in her presence. you were trapped in her gaze… and that’s when you felt a light tap on your cheek.

“y/n!” said billie, with one hand on your cheek trying to get you out of your obliviousness. your eyes flung to the side, and back to billie. “huh?” you said confused. “were you listening to me?” she asked, louder. in fact you were not listening, and there was no way you were getting out of this situation without telling the truth. you sighed, “no, actually… i was just kinda admiring you basically…” you said. that was probably the most embarrassing way to put it, you thought to yourself. which it was. what you really were doing was falling in love with your girl all over again. billie chuckled at your behavior. “oh shut up.” you said embarrassed. you looked down, “no no! it’s sweet.” billie said lengthening the double e in sweet. while smiling at you and slightly laughing, billie leaned her head on your shoulder. you supported her head with your hand as she kept laughing into your shoulder. your face was red.

she pulled her head up a bit, to look in your eyes. once again, you were paralyzed by her ocean blues. the dim light coming from the lamp on top of the desk still made her very visible. orange light hit your face, making your eyes glow. billie stopped laughing and smiling, and reached her hand towards your thigh. her fingertips traced across your revealed thigh, as you were wearing short shorts. you slightly whimpered at the soft sensation. this small whimper was all billie needed to grin at you. her hand went up to your waist, gripping it and pulling you in for a short kiss. she pulled away quickly to get another glance at you. your hand went up to her face, and swiped the small strands of hair in her face. she pulled you by the waist into a more intense kiss, where her other hand went up to your neck, drawing you deeper into the kiss.

she hungrily made out with you, and you responded. you needed her. while your lips mended together, your hand found place to explore her body. you let your hand slowly move around her body. her tongue pressed against your lips, requesting access into your mouth. you allowed. billie could taste your lip gloss, and you could feel her pink lips moving in sync with you. in the rough session, you sometimes pulled away for a second to catch your breath before slamming your lips back to her, even rougher than before. you had obviously made out with billie before, yet it was never this intense.

she gently pulled on the edge of your shirt, letting a finger or two slip under it. her cold fingers on your skin made you shiver at the tension. she pulled away from the kiss, both of you breathing heavily, she asked “can i..?” signaling your shirt. it was very clear that she wanted you to be a hundred percent okay with whatever was about to happen later on. you nodded as you let your hands fall off of her body while billie placed two hands on the end of your shirt to help you take it off, revealing your black bra. before billie could take a proper glance, you couldn’t wait longer for her lips. you placed two hands on her cheeks as you pulled her back into the heated kiss.

you were hornier than ever before. billie placed a hand on your waist once more, slightly allowing her hand travel across your bare torso. you moaned, with the sensation of her hands on your body and her tongue deep inside of your throat. her free hand made its way up to your neck, pulling you closer into billie’s lips. billie pulled away, redirecting her lips to your neck. she placed small kisses and sucked on you neck. you moaned once more, and let your head fall as you place your two hands on the bed, supporting you while billie climbed on top of you. you laid your head down to the pillow, whilst billie still sucked on your sensitive spots on your neck, gaining moans from you as she went lower and lower. she pulled her lips away from your neck and went to kiss you back on your lips. she was on top of you, and you let your hands roam across her back, all the way down to her sweatpants. you pull away from the kiss, reaching your hands to take off her sweatpants. she reaches down, slowly helping you take them off leaving her in only her panties.

she leans down back to your chest as she leaves a line, licking down to the area between your two breasts. still placing small kisses, she looks up at you to get permission to touch you, but when she sees you with your head leaned back, mouth agape, she assumes you’re in pleasure. her hand moves to your back, to unclip your bra. you arch your back so she can easily take it off. she reaches one of her hands to play with your hard nipple, as her mouth keeps leaving small kisses. you moan for real instead of little indicators that you’re feeling pleasure. she cups your breast, while she traces shapes into your skin.

she leaves you marks across your skin as she keeps traveling down. she reaches your shorts, and grips two fingers to take it off. she slowly brings down the shorts until they’re off of you. billie starts to leave kisses with her soft lips across the inside of your thigh. you whimper at the sensation, and how she’s teasing you. she massages you with both hands, going up and down on your length of your legs. while that, she places a single kiss on top of your wet panties, which was enough to make you shiver. she lets go off your thighs and grips a singular finger to your panties. urging to pull them off, she takes one last glance at you, making sure you’re okay with everything. “stop teasing me, billie. i need you.” you say, breathing heavily. she smirks, “sorry, i couldn’t hear you?” she says, jokingly. “billie.” you say, intimidating her. “billie, what?” she responds, still smiling. you sigh. looking up, “i need you-“ you couldn’t stop your sentence and replace it with a sudden gasp. billie licks the length of your soaking wet pussy, through your panties. you gasp before finishing you sentence. she tugs down your underwear with her fingers taking them off your body.

billie is now facing your dripping wet pussy. you’ve craved her so much, yet we’re still nervous. she placed her thumb on your clit, softly pressing on it. you whimpered at the sense. she softly started drawing circles on your sensitive bud, earning a moan from you. she once again pressed more harder on your clit, as she spat on her fingers covering it with saliva. she rubbed her wet hand across your vagina. she pinched and rolled your clit with her fingers, teasing you. “billie please.” you were almost begging. you just wanted your girlfriend inside of you.

and that’s what exactly happened. she went in with her tongue. exploring your sensitive bits as you moaned with each move. she twirled her tongue inside of you, filling you up. everything she did felt incredible for you. “fuck, billie!” you yelled when you felt the absence of her tongue being replaced by her finger, slowing starting to pump in an out of you. she picked up the pace as your moans got louder. “faster! fuck— uh!” you pleaded. her tongue started playing with your now sore clit, flicking it while she kept pumping deep inside of you. she added another finger, making you squirm. “shit, billie!” you were a moaning mess.

she pulled both fingers out of your core to place them on your entrance. you looked down to see what billie was doing, while still breathing very heavily. that’s when she went in with her tongue, starting to eat you out. “fuck, babe!” you yelled at the new addition to your pleasure. her fingers were still hooked at your entrance, sometimes pushing slightly inside of you before pulling them out to fill you up with her tongue. you were getting louder and louder as you got filled up by billie’s fingers once more. she pushed both fingers back inside of you hardly, gaining a loud moan from you. “fuck, billie-“ you started. she slammed in to you once more, as she felt your walls close around her. “i’m gonna-“ you couldn’t finish your sentences from the moaning disaster you were.

she keeps going, faster and faster each time, sometimes licking your clit or the insides of your thigh, not taking her fingers out of you. she keeps pumping into you as she feels a certain liquid come out of you. she slows down, pushing inside of you once more. she takes out her fingers covered in your cum, and takes her fingers into her mouth. she opens up her legs while on the bed, seducing you, and licks the cum off her very fingers that were inside of you moments before. you’ve never seen something hotter. you keep breathing deeply as billie goes in to slurp the cum around your pussy, making you shiver once more.

she crawls up to you, laying next to you. “didn’t know you had it in you, y/n” billie says, chuckling. you turn towards your girlfriend, “oh, we’re not done yet.” you say in a raspy, low voice. billie grins at you, as you turn even more to kiss her soft lips, tasting yourself on her lips. first you start softly, easing her into the kiss, then become as rough as the kiss before. billie’s hands roam around your naked body, as both of you give small whimpers to each other during the intense kiss. one of your hands reach down to her panties, rubbing the outside layer. as soon as billie realizes what you’re doing, she flips both of you over so that she’s back on top. “i’m in control.” she says.

“who made you in control?” you say slipping your hand through her underwear as you stroke her sensitive bud. “mhm” she softly whimpers against your lips. you start to circle entrance, teasing her as she’s still on top of you. with your other hand, you push her down back onto the bed as you regain dominance. she lets a moan out, as you climb down to her. you pull down her panties with two hands, as you glance up to billie. seeing that she’s looking down at you, you grin at her. you reach up to billie to give her a soft peck, before reaching down to start rubbing her thighs, drawing shapes around them. you lick you hands and spit on them, lubing them as you reach your hand down to your pussy, before starting to distribute the saliva on your fingers. you make billie watch you as you pleasure yourself, slightly moaning to turn billie on.

after that, you use the same hand to cup billie’s core. she gasps at the sudden loss of air hitting her wet pussy. you run your hands over her aching vagina. you line your pussy so it faces billie’s, before you make contact with her wet bits. she moans at the sensation, as you start rocking your body against your girlfriend, scissoring her. you moan in sync as you slam your pussy with billie’s. pulling her leg up to get more room for pleasure, you check on your girlfriend only to see her moaning with you. the rubs between the two of you give you a sensational feel. “f-fuck” billie whispers. that whisper was all you needed to thrust harder into her. your shared bed shakes with every thrust, making a squeaky noise. billie looks up to you, still a moaning mess. she starts to admire your beautiful physique, turning herself on even more. you keep going against your girlfriends bare pussy, slamming into her harder with every move. your moans get louder as you lean your head, letting your hair fall. the sound of pleasure fills up the room as both of your reach your breaking point. making a couple last moves, you feel something wet down you. you look down, only to see that your girlfriend had came along with you.

your chest rises in shock of what just happened. that just might be the hottest sex you’ve ever had with billie so far. you crawl up towards billie to give her a peck, as both of your juices spill out of your cores. you lay down next to billie, turning towards her only to see that she’s facing you too. you stare deep into her ocean blue eyes, as she leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.

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[yenonnoff]

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 25. fame is not for the weak

today, you weren’t “rising actress y/n l/n.” you were just a normal, law-abiding citizen spending the weekend watching oikawa tooru’s new film. that sentence alone should’ve been the first red flag that the trip would turn disastrous. the next was your co-star’s quote-unquote disguise. you cared less about the former: if you didn’t watch daybreak today, you’d be bombarded with spoilers from your friends later on. the latter, however, was inexcusable. 

“you’re ridiculous,” you said, eyeing the blond actor up and down. “you don’t blend in, atsumu, you blend out.” 

“glad you’re enjoying the view. it didn’t take me long to pull this together.” 

it was true: the outfit was completely minimal. it barely required any thought, yet, it still looked perfectly coordinated and eye-catching. that was just atsumu’s irking influence on things—but that was exactly the problem. you’ve seen him in casual clothing before but it was even more salient today. compared to the people walking in and out of the movie theater, atsumu stood out like a sore thumb. it made you realize he was born to be on stage. 

“your good looks are betraying you,” you sighed, eyes surveying the area hurriedly. the two of you had made sure to arrive an hour early for precautions, of course. still, with the small crowds coming and leaving, it made the two of you even more vulnerable and undeniably conspicuous. you tugged on atsumu’s sleeves, lowering him closer to the theater’s large indoor planters. you made a face, “what about our plans of not drawing attention to ourselves?” 

you couldn’t see the teasing smile behind his white mask, but you had caught the twinkling amusement in his eyes. he wore a basic hoodie with his usual denim cap concealing his blond hair. (though, you made him remove his hood since someone was bound to mistake him for a creep or member of the paparazzi. you realized later that it was intentional, he just wanted to see your flustered expression). 

atsumu leaned forward to say, “don’t worry. if someone recognizes us, just act clueless.” 

“that doesn’t sound like a good plan.” 

“i know,” he agreed. “i’ve never been caught before so i don’t think about backup plans too much.” 

you were about to retaliate, call him ridiculous once more, but he stopped you before you could. grabbing your shoulders, he ushered you towards the dozy security guard at the end of the corner. atsumu chuckled, “let’s stop gawking and actually get in before your worst nightmare comes true.” 

yeah, this was not the plan you had in mind. 

you took your seats in the center all the way in the back row. it was for precautions, but at least you could see the whole screen. strangely enough, atsumu had let you take the middle armrest. he also humored you by answering all your spontaneous questions to pass the time. 

the first topic was about your fellow co-stars. 

“jolie… is loud. she’s too friendly for her own good, but she’s a hard worker; she rarely slacks off too. you should see her at parties though, she’s scary.” when he realized everything he said was mostly positive, atsumu crossed his arms to think. “don’t be fooled, she also has a really clumsy and high-maintenance side to her.” 

“who? jolie?” you stifled a surprised laugh. you always saw her as incredibly charming and supportive so this was news to you. 

“yeah, she always loses her phone. it’s a bigger hassle when she comes to you asking where it is. honestly, this girl thinks you’re the one to blame for her phone being lost.” 

atsumu went on to recall other things too: “we met when i was acting during university. can you believe she’s a year older than me? we’ve been friends for a while so she was there when i broke up with emma.” 

it was the slight grimace that made you change the subject. he seemed glad when you asked about semi. “he’s completely stoic and too professional. he reminds me of you in a way, but he does have his moments.” 

he continued promptly. “this is my first time working with sugawara. though, i heard he’s pretty popular in the industry, both on and off-screen. for akane, i met her in some minor roles. she likes to ask me for tips and tricks sometimes.” 

you listened and hummed while he spoke. you understood what was so enthralling about atsumu now. his good looks draw you in, sure—but it was the way he spoke so naturally and full of confidence that made you stay. he made you want to hear more: about himself and his casual attitude on things. 

when atsumu finished speaking, there was still enough time to buy snacks before the theater got crowded for daybreak. he took the liberty to do so, sneaking back in before people started to swarm. they didn’t seem to notice the two of you all the way in the back. the middle rows were usually more favored anyway. then, the lights dimmed further and the room was consumed with darkness. 

there were perks to being friends with thrill seekers. it meant you were immune to most things: horror movies being one of them. 

everyone in the group had their own signature hangouts. you guys liked to rotate between each other’s preferences, it only seemed fair that way (this was only true during high school, however. during university and nowadays, you simply decided on things that worked with everyone’s schedules).

kuroo liked study dates and movie theaters the most. he’d always drag everyone to watch the latest movies, usually either horror or action. due to that, you’ve built an immunity to jump scares and supernaturals; it would take a lot to frighten you. 

while you weren’t screaming or gripping the edge of your seat like others in the theater, you still enjoyed the movie nonetheless. oikawa’s flawless acting had completely occupied your attention, and on more than one occasion, you were watching with your jaw hung open. he was a man of many achievements, worthy of every praise for his charms and incredible acting skills. he was your inspiration, and you hoped fervently to be on the same stage as him one day. 

before the ending credits could even roll, you and atsumu had already snuck out. it took you a while to steady yourself. the bright lights from outside the theater room had mercilessly attacked you when you stepped out, and you felt dizzy from staring at such a massive screen for so long. 

atsumu saved you the cruel embarrassment, excusing himself to the restroom. you teased him before he went: “what—were you scared of the movie?” 

“if i was, i wouldn’t be going to the restroom alone.” 

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i can accompany you,” you said sincerely. 

atsumu scoffed, not knowing whether to be vexed at the sheer genuineness in your voice or the embarrassment he was feeling. he grumbled, “i wasn’t going to ask you to!” then he stormed off with his hands shoved in his hoodie pocket. 

while he did his business, you ventured to the merchandise area of the movie theater. surprisingly, you spotted merch for vengeance, your previous film, in the corner. shirts in various colors; tote bags; and small prints decorated the shelves from top to bottom. the bags were nearly sold out, it made you feel grateful that people still poured so much love into the film. besides you was a large poster hung from the ceiling. there was a close-up shot of you and your other co-stars. the editing was immaculate, they even made kuroo look g—

“y/n l/n?” 

the unfamiliar voice that spoke your name made you freeze in place. in front of you was a girl you’ve never seen before. you staggered slightly, realization hitting you at full speed. this was a fan. her oikawa shirt, oikawa lanyard, oikawa pins, oikawa— they all gave her away instantly. your first thought was wow, too taken-aback by the girl’s clear devotion. your next thought was run, get away from the corner that would soon reveal your identity. 

the fan didn’t waste a breath. she pointed to the large poster next to you, the one you’d been admiring. “look! that’s you right? you worked with tooru on vengeance!” she nearly squealed his first name. 

you coughed to get her attention. her assumption was unbelievable, really. even if you were y/n l/n, your face was heavily concealed with a mask and cap. “what are you talking about? you’ve got the wrong person, my name is—“ 

“everyone, come! i think i found y/n l/n!” she turned to face you again, her eyes widened in excitement. “hey, can i get your autograph? how about a picture?” 

you nearly facepalmed yourself. daybreak had just ended, all these people rushing into the merchandise store came from the same theater room as you. fuck. 

you should’ve realized sooner that you were in the heart of tokyo, where the chances of running into a celebrity was augmented by at least 70%. of course there would be radical fans everywhere you went. diehard oikawa fans were possibly the worst of them all, this fan especially. 

you were about to gently coax her that this was a misunderstanding when a large hoard of people started crowding towards your tiny corner. being suffocated by hardcore fans was not on your bucket list—seeing people get shoved and nearly trampled on wasn’t there either! 

people pushed; they ran; they shouted. phones were shoved in your face, adrenaline rushed through your veins, and you had to yell over the mass to stop them from forcing their way towards you. 

pandemonium struck the movie theater. 

the dozy security guard from earlier bolted towards the herd in a hurry. clearly he’d finally snapped out of his drowsy state and commanded the crowd to disperse. then, a hand slid around your wrist and pulled you away from the mob. your breath hitched in your throat as the tall figure hurried you into a sprint out the building. you heard the roaring yelling resume when they realized you weren’t there anymore. 

this was definitely not conspicuous at all. you were pretty sure your cover was blown… your blond co-star’s as well. 

you raced with your heartbeat thundering against your rib cage. the two of you ran until you stopped by a short alleyway next to the street. you were furious at yourself for ruining your plans of being discreet, but for also destroying the pleasant movie trip for the both of you. 

“atsumu, i’m sorry. that wasn’t supposed to happen.” 

he didn’t answer you, his breathing still heavy. one of his hands remained enclosed around yours, the other went up to soothe the back of your head. you heard him say, “are you alright? first time that’s happened?” 

you nodded to both questions. you were just flustered and shaken up by the whole ordeal. even if it wasn’t what atsumu meant by his second question, you understood what it conveyed about your reality as an actress. you were too naive and inexperienced. if the security guard hadn't come, someone would’ve been injured and you were to blame for not handling the situation properly. it was something you should’ve known as a public figure. diehard fans already lack respect and morality; the chances of them learning how to be decent human beings were obscenely low. it seems you’re the only one who can take control of these situations, even if it’s not your fault—even if you dislike it. 

you felt atsumu take both of your hands in his. they were warm and full of comfort, they held yours gently with so much care that you could melt. 

“don’t blame yourself, y/n. it’s never your fault, that should’ve never happened.” atsumu’s tone was full of frustration—not at you, but rather at himself. 

you didn't have the energy to fight back. it was obvious: if you hadn’t gone into the merchandise area, you would’ve never been recognized. you walked into the lion’s den all by yourself; it was a situation you had complete control over. 

minutes passed and atsumu ended his call with the taxi driver. he wanted to see you off at your condo, and you didn’t refuse. the damage has already been done. sure, this could land you in more trouble but you couldn’t help it. you were human. you were selfish. you wanted to stay with atsumu for a little longer, just a couple moments more. 

you let out a low chuckle. “are you going to continue holding my hands, atsumu?” you brought them up in front of you. “both of them?” 

his face finally softened. “maybe i’ll let go of one. just one though, the other is needed to open the door.” 

the small moment was cut short by the arrival of the taxi. still, it was more than enough to console your dispirited heart. 

as always, atsumu remained true to his words: your hands found each other again in the silent taxi, warm and heartbreakingly soothing. 

“you’re not allowed to blame yourself, atsumu.” 

your co-star exhaled a heavy breath. “isn’t that what i should be telling you?” 

“i’m fully aware of what happened. it was my fault i was in that situation—don’t try and deny it, atsumu. i’ll take responsibility for whatever happens tomorrow.” 

“you’re too professional, y’know that?” he asked and you nodded vehemently. “i’d like to talk to y/n, the one that likes roller coasters and lives off of coffee, not the y/n that’s a prim workaholic. can you ring her up for me?” 

you huffed, squeezing his hand. you were currently standing in front of your condo still holding your stubborn co-star’s hand. perhaps you were both stubborn—too focused on different priorities to understand one another. “i’m being serious. i enjoyed today. thank you for letting me watch daybreak before getting every detail spoiled.” 

atsumu was about to counter, but you beat him to it. “don’t say that today was a mistake! i knew the consequences but i still went… if you’re going to blame yourself, you might as well blame me too for agreeing to go.” 

“hey, you can’t do that to me. now i’m backed into a corner,” he frowned beneath his mask. “then promise me you won’t beat yourself over this. if things get out of hand tomorrow in the media, you’ll let me help you. please rely on me too, y/n.” 

“i promise. i’m an adult too, atsumu.” 

“yes,” he breathed, slow and firm. “you’re so incredibly strong you put all the other adults to shame.” 

you could crumble at the underlying softness in his voice. you could crumble from how clearly upset he was at everything that’s transpired. “then i should probably head inside. thanks for walking me all the way up here, you’ll be sneaky when you leave, right?” 

the sound of his laughter eased your mind, and you let go of his hand. the two of you shared a moment of sweetened silence before he watched you disappear behind your door. you both knew then that it’ll be a while before you would spend time with one another again. 

atsumu lowered his head and removed his denim cap. with a rough hand, he raked it through his messy hair and sighed. he desperately needed something to clear his mind, perhaps a nap that would last at least three hours. the blond turned away from the closed door to do just that. he was going to go home, shower, eat, and doze until the next day. 

“atsumu miya?” 

the tall blond whispered a curse in his mind before spotting a black haired lady in front of him. he looked left and right, behind and in front. he pointed a confused finger at himself. “me?” 

the pretty lady with the distinctive mole near her lips laughed softly. “yes, you. i saw you in front of y/n’s door. were you two hanging out earlier?” 

atsumu’s face bloomed in realization. she was undeniably familiar, and he was sure he’d seen her somewhere before. that’s right, she was a model in the same agency as emma. what a small world. 

atsumu rubbed the back of his neck, only saying, “yeah.” how long was she there for? how much did she see? god, did she see them holding hands? atsumu grumbled under his breath, heat rising unexpectedly to his cheeks. it was just one after another, the two of you needed a break.

“actually, i wanted to talk to you for a moment if that’s alright with you.” 

he tilted his head in curiosity. she said it would only be a moment and that where they were standing would suffice. however, her expression was inexplicably serious. he braced himself for her few words. 

“i know that you and y/n have spent a lot of time together, but i want to know how you feel towards her. with your current situation, y/n could be affected negatively if people found out.” 

it was a sensible question but one that was hard to answer. atsumu wondered how close the two of them were; it was understandable why she would be concerned about her friend’s career and his intentions. and he fully understood what she’d meant by “current situation.” he was completely aware. even if he hated it, emma’s foolish shenanigans and her crazy fans were targeted at him and only him. you shouldn’t be dragged into it. 

“she brings me comfort in a way. there’s not many people that i feel comfortable around, so I’m grateful towards her. i’ll take responsibility for anything that happens; it’s my fault anyway since i was the one that wanted to hang out. don’t worry, we probably won’t be spending time together again any time soon.” 

his words hinted at two meanings. first, filming that summer was the number one priority. second, atsumu would do anything to protect your career and peace of mind. 

the pleasant lady in front of atsumu nodded. her eyes were clear of any doubt, shining instead with gratitude. “thank you for your time. i hope you have a safe trip back.” 

“thank you,” the blond replied, walking towards the elevator at the end of the hall. 

atsumu didn’t have the words to sum up today’s events. however, everything had unfolded in front of him and he was face-to-face with a realization. a cruel one that he needed to accept. it wasn’t the right time for the two of you. no matter how much atsumu might want it, he couldn’t deny that now wasn’t the time. it might never be the time, but that was something he needed to realize. 

the world was heartlessly cruel.

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fun facts:

if it were anyone else, atsumu would've definitely hogged the middle armrest all to himself. he would do it with the popcorn and snacks too. the bucket stays with him! he finds it too troublesome to reach over and grab it.

it's why he doesn't like going to the movie theaters (mentioned in chapter 19) since he only ever goes with either osamu or rin. it always ends in an argument and the other people there hate them all.

jolie is the type to look for her phone while on call with someone.

whenever she does lose it during filming, she always goes to semi because she knows he'll (begrudgingly) look for it with her.

can you tell i have the biggest, fattest crush on shimizu. i wanted to go full rampant on describing how pretty she is but i had to control myself!

i felt very bad writing this chapter. no matter how careful you may try to be, people make mistakes and they always blame themselves for it. there are external factors that you can't control; it's just the harsh reality of things.

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: i think this ch was a little heavier than i intended it to be but it was also a lot easier to write than i thought. yay! drama! haha! i'm always learning how to be more impactful and purposeful with my writing. words don't always come as easily as i would like them to be but this ch was a step in the right direction! i hope that was how it felt to you guys as well!

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Rosemary : a short SMG43 fanfic for an au

au and fanfic created by @blveblvrr (me!)

warning! blood and death

also yes this is the lore behind the drawing i did of smg34 falling with deftones lyrics

SMG3 opened his mouth to speak but only winced in pain. SMG4 grabbed his shoulders to hold him steady as they fell through a galaxy.

“this is all my fault.” SMG4 couldn’t stop the tears that poured from his eyes. “if i had been stronger..”

“shut up, idiot.” SMG3 choked out. he looked at SMG4 with heavy lidded eyes. “this is not your fault. it’s that damn eldritch monster.. what is it with eldritch monsters wanting to kill us?? hah-” he tried to laugh off the pain but it only made him cough.

“stop talking, it’ll make it worse..” SMG4 wiped the blood from SMG3’s mouth. they looked at eachother again before SMG4 started crying again.

“oh my god, three, i don’t wanna lose you! you’re my best friend..” he hugged SMG3, sobbing into his neck.

SMG3 hugged back, his breathing heavy and slow. he could feel himself becoming tired. he decided he needed to tell SMG4 how he really felt about him.

“SM.. you know what? screw it. four, i need to tell you something before i go.” he gripped SMG4’s hood and pulled away slightly.

“no. shut up. stop talking. three-”

“listen to me, four. i love you. i love you so much more than you could imagine. i love everything about you. your hair, your eyes, your scars, your style, your voice.. everything. i know i should have said something way sooner, but, i was too scared.” he stared at SMG4 lovingly, while 4 stared back in complete shock.

“i’ve loved you for so long.. it’s a shame, huh?” his own eyes began to water.

“three..” SMG4 didn’t know what to say, he was at a loss for words. he felt the same way, but at what cost?

SMG3 twitched and jolted, his heart was slowly being crushed by the magic put on him from the eldrich monster. he grunted in pain and clutched SMG4's overall straps.

he yanked SMG4 closer, pressing their lips together. SMG4’s tears streamed from his face, he knew what was about to happen. he kissed back, scared to let go.

SMG3 finally pulled back and smiled. suddenly he gasped and his body became motionless. SMG4 sobbed and sobbed, holding onto his now dead partner for dear life.

“i love you too.” he whispered before SMG3’s body faded away into nothing.

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[cheynovak]

Sugar - Part 5 

Soldier boy x F/ reader  (Y/N)      

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, age difference, ...     

Side note: English isn’t my first language.        

*Does not follow The Boys storyline * 

--    

Y/N is a college student who pays her apartment, bills and school tuition with the money she makes as ‘sugar baby’ for Soldier boy. What started as just being a companion on lonely moments became quickly more physical.     

But how will Y/N cope with the dominant side of Ben when he finds out she has a life beside pleasuring him?    

-- 

Ben felt the warmth of Y/N's body nestled against him brought a smile to his lips. He tightened his arms around her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept. Her hair was a tousled mess, spread out on the pillow, and he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked.  

Last night had been unforgettable, their fight had made their passion boil up and exploded into rough passioned sex. But he had to admit, he had to learn how to control these feelings, in order not to hurt her anymore.  

She is after all only human.

As they lay tangled in each other’s arms, the words she whispered before falling asleep now played on a loop in his mind. “My mom knows, she wants to meet you." He was shocked but responded with kiss on her forehead, "we'll talk about it later." and allowing her to drift off to sleep. 

But now, in the quiet morning, the gravity of her request settled over him like a heavy blanket. He never met girls' parents. It was an unspoken rule he had lived by for as long as he could remember.  

Meeting parents meant something more, something deeper. It meant commitments and expectations, things he had always shied away from. But as he looked at Y/N, her peaceful face and the way she unconsciously snuggled closer to him, something inside him began to shift.  

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, a small smile playing on her lips. He took a deep breath, the realization settling in.  

Maybe it was time to break his own rules. Maybe, just maybe, this time was different. The idea of meeting her parents didn't seem such a bad thing if it meant seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, and being a part of her world in a way he hadn't allowed himself to be before. 

But still, he needed to draw a line. Every time he showed her some affection, be all soft and sweet just like he thought would please her, he got pushed away.

No, no it was best to stay 'professional' a quick fuck when needed, and paying... Fuck money, he forgot to give her money last time. Although she declined, maybe she did wanted more?

Jesus Ben! he thought to himself, stop being such a pussy with all your feelings and shit. Why would she want you? She had said it herself, she does those things to please you, because you pay her.

Y/N stirred again, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him, a sleepy smile spreading across her face while she noticed him being in deep thoughts. "Good morning," she murmured. 

"Good morning," he replied, leaning down to kiss her softly. "I've been thinking." 

"About what?" she asked, curiosity piqued. 

"About what you said last night," he admitted, searching her eyes. "About meeting your parents." 

Her eyes widened slightly, and he could see the mixture of hope and anxiety there. "And?" 

"And," he said, he took a deep sigh, ”I don't want it. I never met anyones parents." He could see her disappointment. It did something to him. Why... why did he felt that?

"Well... eh ok, I guess that says it all then." She moved away from his embrace. "What?" He looked confused while she got up and quickly threw on her shirt.

"You clearly still see this as a transaction, so you know, its... fine, Ben. I just, you know though this might have evolved into something else." Ben could see the tears in her eyes starting to form.

"What do you mean?" He asked sincerely curious. Y/N's hand moved over her face, he could see her choosing her words. "Nothing forget about it."

"Y/N!" He said stern. "I just, before our fight you mentioned something about opening up or being nice to me and... I thought that meant something... More."

Fuck... This wasn't his plan. No no no, she wasn't supposed to fall for him. She should leave, yes, she should. But just as Y/N tried to walk away from the bed, a shot of panic rushed through him. What if she leaves and never comes back...

"Wait!" he gripped her arm and pulled her back into bed with him. Laying back in het spot in bed, hovering over her. He held her teary face in his hands, "Just because I never did... it doesn't mean... I mean... You're not... No, FUCK!" He sighs annoyed.

Y/N looked confused at him. Ben took a deep breath to steady his thoughts. "Fine, I'll do it." Y/N didn't believed him at first. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not pressuring you."

"I'll do it... For you.”  He looked at her eyes before he kissed her lips softly.

Her face lit up with joy, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deeper kiss. When they finally broke apart, she whispered, "Thank you, Ben. You have no idea how much this means to me." 

"You beter find me a way to repay that!" he smiled and rolled her over so she lay on his chest.

-- 

Ben’s palms were slightly clammy as he gripped the steering wheel, the hum of the engine the only sound in the car as they drove through the rolling countryside. Y/N was beside him, her hand resting lightly on his thigh, a comforting presence amidst his growing nerves. The trip to her parents' house felt like an eternity, every mile bringing him closer to an unknown territory he had spent his life avoiding. 

"Are you okay?" Y/N's voice broke through his thoughts, soft and filled with concern. 

He glanced over at her, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, just thinking." 

"About my parents?" she asked, her eyes studying him. 

"Yeah," he admitted. 

She squeezed his thigh gently, her touch grounding him “I'll be right there with you the whole time. No need to worry" 

He smiled trying to disguise his nerves. "I fought the nazis, I think I can handle your parents."

As they continued the drive, he focused on her voice, letting her stories about her childhood and family fill the car, painting a picture of the home they were heading to. It was comforting, and by the time they reached the small town where she grew up, he felt a little more at ease. 

The house was a charming, two-story home with a white picket fence and a neatly manicured lawn. It looked exactly like the kind of place where Y/N's warmth and kindness would have been nurtured. As they pulled into the driveway, the front door opened, and her parents stepped out onto the porch. 

Y/N's father was tall and broad-shouldered, with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eye. Her mother was petite and graceful, her eyes the same shade as Y/N's, radiating the same warmth as Y/N's. Ben felt a pang of nervousness but took a deep breath, reminding himself why he was here. 

Please the girl, make up for almost having sex with two other women .. keep the girl. Ben felt he was turning into what he called, a fucking pussy. No woman was worth this bullshit. Yet here he was, all wrapped up around her finger.

Y/N walked slowly out of the car, "Mom, Dad, this is Ben," she said, her voice filled with nerves. Her father's handshake was firm, almost too firm, as if testing him. "Ben, I'm James," he said, his tone neutral. "nice to meet you." 

"Nice to meet you too, sir," Ben replied, trying to maintain his composure. 

Her mother offered a polite but distant smile. "Welcome, Ben," she said, though her eyes flicked to Y/N, a silent conversation passing between them. 

Dinner was set in a beautifully decorated dining room, with soft lighting and a table laden with delicious food. The ambiance was inviting, but the tension was almost palpable. Y/N's parents, James and Linda, sat across from Ben and Y/N, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disapproval. 

"So, Ben," James began, breaking the uneasy silence. "Tell us more about yourself. What do you do for a living?" 

Ben took a sip of water to steady himself before answering. "I eh, I am a retired supe.” James nodded, his face thoughtful. "Interesting. I imagine that kept you quite busy." 

"It did," Ben admitted, glancing at Y/N for support. "But I always make time for what's important." 

"Like Y/N," James said, with a hint of a smile, trying to find some common ground. "Exactly," Ben replied, easing up noticing how her dad found it a good thing he worshiped his little girl.  

Linda, who had been silently observing, chose this moment to speak up, her tone icy. "You mean, buy her time?” no response from either ... “It's quite an age difference, isn't it? Is that what you are going for?" 

Ben hesitated for a moment, trying not to tear her head off. “Mom!" Y/N answered, her tone defensive. 

Linda's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, Ben, how did you two meet? From what I understand, it wasn't exactly... conventional." 

Y/N's grip on Ben's hand tightened under the table, trying to ease him, but Ben decided to face it head-on. "We met at the diner she used to work," he said stern. "Y/N was looking for a new job and we hit it off from there." 

Linda's lips pursed. "A job, is that what they call it these days? Because what I heard was that Y/N was, for lack of a better term, your sugar baby or personal prostitute. " 

"Mom!" Y/N exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment and anger. James shot Linda a warning look but didn't interrupt. Ben took a deep breath. "Our relationship may have started in an unconventional way, but we care deeply for each other." 

Linda didn't look convinced. "And how can we be sure this isn't just another fleeting phase for you, Ben? That you won't tired of her and move on to someone else?" 

Ben saw Y/N's hurt flashing in her eyes. She probably had the memory of the two girls in her mind. "I'm sitting here, aren't I?" Ben replied, meeting Linda's gaze head-on. "Y/N is not just someone passing through my life."

James cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension. "Linda, I think we should give them a chance. How about we keep the evening light.”  

James now turning his attention back to Ben. "So, Ben, you used to be a superhero. Must have been an interesting career, tell me about it.” Ben's eyes flickered with a mix of pride and apprehension.  

"It was... intense," Ben replied, choosing his words carefully. "A lot of responsibility and pressure, but also a lot of pride in protecting people and making a difference." 

James leaned forward, clearly interested. "What made you leave that life behind?" 

Ben glanced at Y/N, “Let’s say I was... forced.” Linda seemed to soften slightly, though her eyes still held a trace of scepticism. "It's hard to reconcile the image of a superhero with someone who... well, with someone dating my daughter in such a unique way." 

Ben nodded, understanding the difficulty. "I get that. But I promise you, I'm here for Y/N. Not as Soldier Boy, but as Ben.” The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of Ben's words hanging in the air. 

Y/N's parents exchanged a glance, their eyes widening in realization as the full significance of Ben's identity sank in. 

"S-s.. Soldier Boy," James murmured, almost to himself. His face shifted to a complex mix of emotions. "My father... he used to talk about you all the time. I grew up listening to stories about you." 

Ben shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Well, that’s eh great.” James nodded slowly, his gaze distant as memories seemed to flood back.  

"He had a photo of you, you know. In his study. Used to tell me stories about your missions, your bravery. He admired you greatly." Linda's expression softened, though the wariness didn't completely vanish.  

James leaned back in his chair, his earlier hostility melting into a more contemplative demeanor. "It's just... it's a lot to take in. The idea of a man we only knew through stories and legend now sitting at our dinner table, involved with our daughter." 

Linda nodded, her eyes now more reflective than accusatory. "You have to understand, Ben. We were concerned about Y/N, given the nature of how you two met and the age difference. But hearing this... it adds another layer we hadn't considered." 

"Maybe if she had told us." Her mother looked over at her. "We made an agreement not to tell people." Ben added. "She was just a woman of her word."

The rest of the meal continued with a much lighter atmosphere. James shared stories about his father and his admiration for Soldier Boy, while Linda, though still cautious, asked more about Ben’s life and interests outside of his past heroics. The evening ended with a tentative but hopeful sense of acceptance. 

By the end of the night, they were shown to her old bedroom at the end of the hall. Ben felt a wave of exhaustion as he sat on the edge of the bed, Y/N closing the door behind them. 

"See?" she whispered, though her voice lacked its usual confidence. "That wasn’t so bad, It will get better." She said forcing a smile. "I hope so." Ben answered.

"Thank you for doing this," she said, walking up to him. "I know it wasn't easy." He took her hand, intertwining their fingers, pulling her closer so she stands in between his knees.  

She kissed him softly, her lips lingering on his. Hey, handsome, let's make this up to you." she whispered, her voice gentle and filled with affection.

"Hm, this is still your day baby. There is plenty of time later to please me." he replied, looking up at her, his hands resting on her hips. The tension of the day seemed to melt away as he gazed into her eyes. 

Ben's hands began to wander, tracing the curves of her body. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” he asked with mischief in his voice. Y/N leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. 

She deepened the kiss, her hands cupping his face, drawing him closer. Ben's hands slid up her back, pulling her into his embrace, feeling the delicate shiver that ran through her. Their kiss grew more passionate.  

Y/N broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his. "I'm so proud of you," she murmured, her breath mingling with his. "Tonight was hard, but you handled it perfectly." Ben smiled, his fingers tracing small circles on her lower back.

She kissed him again, her hands tangling in his hair. Ben's hands roamed over her body, caressing her sides, moving down to her thighs, pulling her even closer. He could feel her heartbeat quicken, matching the rhythm of his own. 

"Oh... Ben" she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and love. Ben replied with his hands finding the hem of her dress, gently lifting it. She raised her arms, allowing him to slip it off her, the fabric pooling on the floor at her feet.  

He marvelled at the sight of her, his hands exploring every inch of her skin, memorizing the feel of her. Y/N tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, her hands skimming over his chest, feeling the strength and warmth beneath. 

Ben laid back on the bed, pulling Y/N with him, their limbs entangled. She straddled him, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned down to kiss him again, her hair cascading around them like a curtain. 

His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, deepening their kiss. The sensation of her warm skin against his sent shivers down his spine, heightening every touch, every whisper of breath between them. 

Y/N's kisses moved from his lips to his jawline, then down to his neck. Ben closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her, the scent of her, the way her body moved against his. His hands found their way to her waist, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on her skin. 

"You love to make a man insane. don't you." he murmured, his voice rough with heat. She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his, filled with desire. Ben flipped them over gently, his body hovering over hers. He gazed down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. 

Y/N pulled him down for another kiss, their lips meeting in a fervent dance. Her hands explored the muscles of his back, her nails grazing lightly, sending sparks of pleasure through him. Ben's lips moved to her collarbone, kissing and nipping gently, eliciting soft moans from her that only fuelled his desire. 

He continued to explore her body with his hands and lips, taking his time, cherishing every moment. Y/N's fingers traced patterns on his skin, her touch both soothing and electrifying.  

"Ben," she breathed, arching into him, her hands clutching his shoulders. 

"Hm, tell me baby" he responded, his voice thick with need. “Tell me what you want.”  

He trailed kisses down her body, worshiping her with every touch, every caress. She responded, her breath hitching as she gently pushed his head further down, guiding him. Ben knew exactly where she needed his lips, and he was eager to give her the pleasure she craved. 

His kisses moved lower, teasing her sensitive skin, his hands sliding along her thighs, spreading them gently. Y/N's anticipation was palpable, her body trembling with desire. As Ben's lips found their destination, he looked up at her, meeting her eyes with a look of pure adoration.  

He kissed her softly at first, his tongue tracing delicate patterns that made her gasp and arch her back. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close, urging him on. Ben's movements became more deliberate, more focused, his tongue exploring her with a skilled rhythm that had her moaning his name. 

Y/N's reactions spurred him on, her breathy gasps and whispered pleas a symphony of desire that drove him to please her even more. He varied his pace, his tongue and lips working in harmony, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her grip on his hair tightened, her thighs quivering around him. 

"Ben," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Please, don't stop." 

He had no intention of stopping. He wanted to feel her unravel under his touch, to hear her cries of pleasure fill the room. He increased his pace, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady as he brought her closer to her climax. 

Y/N's breathing grew more erratic, her moans louder, and Ben knew she was on the brink. He focused all his attention on her, until finally, with a cry of ecstasy, she shattered, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her. 

Ben didn't stop until he had drawn out every last tremor of her orgasm, his movements gentle as she came down from her high. When she finally relaxed, her body limp and sated, he kissed his way back up to her, his lips capturing hers.  

Ben's fingers trailed teasingly along her inner thighs, inching closer and closer to her core. He could feel the heat radiating from her. Y/N squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt his touch drawing nearer to where she needed him most. 

"Ben," she whimpered, her voice filled with need. "Please, I need you." 

With a soft chuckle, Ben leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his fingers never stopping. He teased her entrance, tracing light circles around her slick folds, feeling her shudder in response. Y/N's hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of his touch, more of the pleasure only he could provide. 

Finally, unable to resist her pleading any longer, Ben positioned himself between her legs, his thick throbbing dick pressing against her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission, seeking reassurance. 

Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and trust. "Please, Ben," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "I need you inside me." 

With a slow, deliberate motion, Ben entered her, his length filling her completely. They both gasped at the sensation, the feeling of being joined together in the most intimate way possible. Y/N's walls clenched around him, her body instinctively trying to draw him deeper. 

Ben began to move, his thrusts slow and steady at first, enjoying every moment of their connection. Y/N met him with equal lust for more, her hips rising to meet his with each powerful thrust. 

“Oh Ben....Harder” her desire clear in her eyes and voice. Ben hesitated, his own desire tempered by the memory of a time when things had gone too far, when he had lost control and accidentally hurt her. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I can't risk hurting you like I did before." 

Y/N's expression fell, a shadow crossing her features as disappointment flashed in her eyes. She nodded silently, understanding his reluctance but unable to hide her own longing. 

Ben's heart ached at the sight of her sadness, and he was determined to make it up to her, to find a way to give her the pleasure she craved. "I will make you feel good, baby." he promised.  

He began to shift, she felt how he moves her legs over his shoulder. Ben adjusted his position, angling himself to penetrate deeper, to reach places within her that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With each thrust, he sank into her, their connection deepening as they moved together in perfect harmony. 

Y/N gasped at the new sensation, her back arching off the bed as she welcomed him deeper inside her. Ben's movements became more powerful, more primal, as he sought to drive her wild with desire. Y/N's moans filled the air, mingling with his own.  

With each thrust, they reached new heights of pleasure, their connection growing stronger with every shared breath, every shared touch. 

As they approached the peak of their passion, Ben felt Y/N's body tense beneath him, her nails digging into his biceps as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her. With one final, powerful thrust, they both reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, their cries of release mingling in the air as they tumbled over the edge together. 

In the aftermath, they lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Ben sees how she drifts off to sleep after the long and emotional day.

Cleaning some of the mess they made with a tissue, he pressed soft kisses to Y/N's forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Making sure not to wake her up.  

"For fuck sake, Stop falling for her." he whispered under his breath.  

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TAKADAA CHAAAANNN

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[withered-owll]

“In a desperate need…”

14 year old Li-Ling just loves to tease her older brother. Of course she would go running to Macaque to hide before Yan Hao can get her 😆

But someday he and karma will catch her 😇

Eyy! I’m not dead! Had this idea sitting in my drafts since forever and finally managed to crawl out from my little depression hole and finish it before going back to working on another chapter and finishing the ‘Lost’ comic.

Thank you all who followed me during my absence it really makes me happy to see that people actually want to see my scribbles TvT 💕💕

As always Yan Hao belongs to the amazing @lopsushi

And Li-Ling belongs to me ^^

See ya! *runs away*

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[froggychair05]

I don’t know if anyone’s done this already, but I had the idea and knew I would never know peace if I didn’t draw it.

Bonus alternate version because I was asked:

Something went wrong at EnderCon. What? Who knows, but it was probably Jesse’s fault.

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[andro-dino]

have you ever seen a grown man (19 year old) smile

#mfb #metal fight beyblade #chiyun li #yu tendo #kenta yumiya #tithi beyblade #enzo garcia #this is me pushing for all of the little guys to be friends #do they come from entirely different walks of life and probably wouldn’t all get along? yeah #do I think they’re all besties anyways? of course #I couldn’t stop laughing while I was drawing the smiling chiyun ahgshshshs

[cloverstellar]

ctommy eating a fucking mcdonald's happy meal angrily?

Ok I was going to wait to draw my requests until tomorrow but I couldn’t not draw this right fucking now

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[wanderingchocolateeclair]

…….

He was summoned…..

@suoperbvorb @genderfluidagendergremlin @kiribread @bisexual-queenie You summoned lemon Shinya…….and so here he is

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decided to draw the dream I had last night

context here

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[greybee123]

pop that hip girl

#rdj #robert downey jr #got bored and couldn’t stop laughing at this photo so i drew it #actually obsessed with this #was watching iron man 2 while drawing #iron man #digital art #traditional art #watercolor

[hoshigray]

Hiiii, I have a request- could you do like jealous or after arguement smex- you can pick any sort of of storyline or any jjk character. (prefferbly a character like sukuna or toji because i feel like they'd be kind mean about it)

Tyy

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oof, i think after an argument, sex w/kuna would go crazyyy (esp true form! like yikes)

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - fingering (f! receiving) - impact play (spanking + pussy slaps) - clitoral play (grinds, swipes, and pinches) - biting - pinching - degradation (bitch, whore) - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - backshots/doggy position - pet names ([little]dove, my wife, pet, woman) - multiple orgasms - mention of drool/spit and blood.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

You dare avoid him? The King of Curses? Did the screws in your brain finally come loose, and now you’ve gone mad?

Ryōmen Sukuna rarely lets things slide. He is considered the top dog of the cursed Jujutsu world – he doesn’t find himself bowing down to things because things are supposed to bow to him. Anything and everything doesn’t go unnoticed under his gaze, as that’s the order of things that are supposed to happen.

And this philosophy doesn’t stop with you — his little dove.

Being engaged to a human spouse already raises flags of inconsistency. It isn’t rare for you and Sukuna to argue; the workers of the fortress where you reside can attest to this. The love is there, but Sukuna expects you to understand your standing in this marriage. You may be what he always keeps by his side. However, even you shouldn’t overstep him so carelessly.

Nonetheless, your humanness continues to poke him; your resilience is a thorn to your giant husband’s side. The more disagreements you clash with him, the bolder you’ve become in your standing, which makes the cursed man proud, albeit prefers it wasn’t directed towards him. 

And now, after he puts his thunderous foot down and shuts you up with your bickering, you decide to be courageous enough to turn your back on him? Him? Your betrothed? He couldn’t believe what he saw; your expression molded to neutrality before you turned on your heel and headed somewhere away from him. And then you don’t respond when he calls out to you — the absolute nerve.

Oh, you knew Sukuna wasn’t the one to be daring with, especially when you think you can get the last laugh. So, it would be best if he corrected your foolishness. 

“—Dahhh! Su’kunaa, stop! Let go—Ohhh!”

“Shut your mouth. Think you’re in any position to order me now, huh?”

He has you pinned to the tatami flooring, his upper hand on your head to keep your cheek printed on the mat despite your cries. The upper right hand has a good hold on your waist while his lower right hand grips your ankle to keep your legs spread. And with the lower left, he uses it to tease and toy with your chasm. The mouth of his chasm laps around your labia to lick the fluids that coat your slit while his middle and ring fingers grind on your sore clitoris.

This is your punishment: your husband reprimanding you as he gesticulates around your body. You can cry and holler all you want, squirm out of his hold when knowing your efforts are futile. He doesn’t care because he knows that he will make this point to you no matter what.

The tongue of his palm easily swallows your essence, pushing the muscle into your cunt to fuck you. You nearly choke on spit, sensing the considerable muscle swirl around your insides and graze your walls. “Mmph! Oh, fuck—Nnnm! Sukuna, no! I just came seconds ag—Oooh!”

“Do I care?” He raises his sole pink brow, four red eyes scanning your figure, writhing because of his touch. “You will cum however many times I say, my wife.” He draws out the last words to your ear, enjoying how small you appear under his massive shape. 

He lives for your shrieks, your pitch going higher and higher with every flick of his tongue. Swiping your clit makes it harder to maintain balance, your resolve slipping through your fingers with every push and pull of the abnormal tongue.

“Hahhh, ahhhshit, shiiiit,” your eyebrows scrunch together, nails purchasing on the tatami mat beneath you, which you’re sure your scratches would cause damage. Again, not that your jerk of a spouse would care; he is probably getting a kick out of you losing your poise because of him. “Ooh, ‘Kunaa, y’re going too fast…Nnnn !”

“Oh? Does the dove think I’m going too fast?” Sukuna licks the helix of your ear tantalizingly slow, and you gasp when he bites it while the mouth of his palm sloppily kisses the entrance of your vagina. “You wish to cum again, woman?”

You nod hurriedly, his chuckle rumbling to the core of your heart. The hand on your waist comes up to smack your ass, denting the skin by piercing his fingertips. You howl in pain, “Yesss, I wanna cum again!” 

“Hmph, no,” he removes his hand from your throbbing folds before slapping it; the abrupt action erupts a choked sob. Screams fly out at the pinch of his fingers on your delicate bud; the pain from your chasm stings, making your head pound. “You’re not some whore who gets to cum when they want; you’re mine, and cumming without my permission will get you into predicaments worse than this. Are we clear, pet?”

You had no choice in the matter, propping your ass up and your face down, forcing you to take his two cocks with both of your holes. 

“Aiishhh, oh Lord, Shhlow down! I’m t’oo full…!” 

“Mmnn, khheh, I bet you are, grippin’ on my cocks like a real bitch in heat…”

His lower hands keep hold of your hips, keeping you glued to his pelvis as he pistons his fat dicks into your ass and vagina. The tip brushes on your inner walls, and you mewl at every push as the girth stretches your caves. His upper hands keep you held down to the floor, submitting you to his robust stature that easily swallows your small frame.

Your face is still on the floor, drool trickling down your lips as ineligible babbles seep out. “Nnmahh, ahhaa…!” God, he puts so much strength on your poor body; the inability to move or move away from him keeps you immovable for him. 

Sukuna’s pace is unforgiving, propelling himself into your leaky wetness with no remorse. The fact that he has you come two times already doesn’t concern him; if anything, it aids him in pushing to and fro from your tight cunt. He bites his lip from how your rear contracts around him—so snug for his dual limbs as if you’d milk him dry.

“Fsshoo, ohhmy Go—Daah!” A hand finds its way to the left wrist on your shoulder. “Ohh, ‘Kunaa!”

Your wails are broken when he bends down; the added weight is so lethal that you might end up being pressed and being one with the tatami mat. “Hmm? What is it, woman?”

“—Ahhck! Fuuuhuck, pleaseee, can I pwease cu–Uhhmm?!”

You make him snicker, pulling back his rhythm to implement slow yet harsh ruts to your openings while throwing a slap to your asscheek. “Why should I let you?” 

A tear rolls down your hot cheek. “Pleasee, forg’ve me! I shouldn’t have…turned my back on you...”

Crimson eyes narrow while observing the way your ass quakes from his powerful pounds. Sukuna then comes to your shoulder to bite on your shoulder, and of course, you yelp bitterly. The sight of his canines drawing blood from his mark dials his excitement. “Say it properly, pet,” he purrs as he licks the wound on your shoulder.

“Mmmm! Suk’naa, my Lord…”

“Hmm?” He cups and squeezes your cheeks with his upper left for access to kiss your neck, and the lower left snakes down to play with your clit again. You gasp from the sensation of the tongue of his stomach licking your back, the colossal muscle having you arch like a cat.

Rubs on your pearl have you squeaking for him and eyes rolling upward— all desperate and aching for your release that you could break any moment. “Forgive me for stepping out of line...Hooooh, I wanna cum on yer cocks,” you admit while swaying your hips. “Please allow me to cum.”

“Depends,” you gulp at his quick answer. “This will be your only kind warning for this; if you dare do it again, don’t ever think of asking me.” Sukuna licks your cheek before he chews on the flesh, your breath halting at the graze of his fangs. “Understand?”

Your brave side takes over to turn to him meekly, watery eyes meeting his fierce red ones – a good move on your part. “Yess, my husband…”

And he sneers. “There you go, little dove.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk imagines #anime smut

[dolldefiler]

C/W: Rape

I’d love to meet a girl off here and take her on a date.

I’d meet her on Tumblr, charming her with every message. I’d come off as friendly and endearing, flirting and sexting when appropriate. I’d learn her kinks and needs, twisting her into a wet, sopping mess with every text I send her. I’d make her think of me, filling her head with thoughts of my voice, my body, my cock in every waking moment. It’d be weeks, perhaps days, before we’d arrange to meet, a train journey or a bus ride away.

We’d meet in some cafe, exchanging warm smiles and hugs. That’s where it’d begin. She’d notice my hands lingering a little too long, a little too low, practically groping her. She’d simply shrug it off. She’d forget all about it while we’d sip on our coffees, exchanging friendly conversation. We’d mesh well off screen, laughing and joking the afternoon away.

I’d suggest a stroll through the woods, almost like an afterthought while we figure out how to spend the rest of the afternoon. We’d find ourselves, trudging along some narrow dirt pathway, the skies getting darker, the woods getting denser. And then it’d hit her. She barely knew me.

One second she’d be side-eyeing me cautiously, the next she’d be pinned against some tree in the lonely depths of the forest. She’d scream, the piercing scream of fear. I’d let her. No one would hear us.

She’d beg me to stop, to reconsider, but I’d tear down her cute skirt. Isn’t this what she wanted? She’d read my blog. She needed this just as much as my stiff, aching cock did. I’d hold her down, rubbing my cock against her bare ass, telling how hard she’d made me. What a good fucking girl she was for making her rapist’s cock ready to breed her. Her begging would turn feverish and constant, wishing this was some cruel joke.

I’d plunge my shaft inside her cunt, laughing as she struggles and fights against me. In and out, I’d wetten my cock in her, stirring up her insides with heavy, savage strokes. She’d feel her sanity slip away. She’d have chosen this. I’d convince her this was her fault. All those nights promising me what a good rapetoy she’d be for me. And she’d deliver on her promise, crying and sobbing, begging me to stop, struggling to fight her fate.

I’d rail her slick, broken twat while her face grates against the coarse bark, sinking my fingers into her soft, jiggly ass. Shit, I’d spank those perfect fucking spheres, watching them redden and ripple with each strike. I’d lovingly break her down into a set of holes, moulded to service my cock. 

Thick ropes of cum would plaster her insides, leaking out of her weak frame. I’d throw her down and wipe my cock clean with her hair. In sweet, gentle tones, I’d ask her where she lived. I’d point out that she couldn’t walk right now, and that the night was drawing closer.

#r@pedoll #r@petoy #r@pe kink #r@pe play #r@pe fantasy #r@pe k!nk #rapekink #rapedoll #dark kinks #rough kink #cnc railing

[pucksandpower]

Say My Name

Oscar Piastri x streamer!Reader

Summary: when fans mistake Oscar for your ex while he is hanging around in the background of your stream, you get introduced to a side of Oscar that you’ve never seen before

Warnings: 18+ content

Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you narrate the intense battle unfolding on your stream. “Oh damn, that was close! I almost got sniped there.” You lean in, eyes narrowed at the screen. “Gotta be more careful or this round is over.”

The chat explodes with messages cheering you on. Being one of the top female gaming streamers has its perks, like an incredibly loyal fanbase that hangs on your every word.

You glance at the viewer count — over 50,000 watching live. Not too shabby.

“Okay team, let’s rush B, I’ll try to draw their fire.” You move your character into position, heart pounding with anticipation.

Suddenly, a quiet thump comes from the living room behind you. You start, whipping your head around, but see nothing amiss through the open doorway. Must have been your imagination.

You refocus on the game, calling out tactics to your teammates. Another muffled sound, like something soft hitting the floor, catches your attention. You turn off your video and hit mute on your mic. “Hello? Is someone there?”

No response. You’re just about to unmute when a very familiar face pops into view from the hallway. It’s your boyfriend of nearly two years.

Your face splits into a huge grin as you take in his messy hair and the rumpled clothes he slept in on the flight. “Oscar! You’re back early!”

He crosses to you, bending to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Missed you,” he mumbles against your hair.

You tilt your face up for a proper kiss, “I missed you too, ba-”

But you’re cut off as his lips crash into yours, insistent and heated. Heat blooms in your cheeks at the sudden, passionate embrace. Far too soon, Oscar pulls away, leaving you flustered and breathless.

“Sorry,” he says with a smirk that suggests he’s anything but. “Couldn’t help myself.”

You shake your head, laughing. “You’re ridiculous. I’m working, you know.”

“So I noticed.” Oscar settles onto the couch just off-camera, casual as can be. “Don’t mind me, keep going.”

“You sure?” You eye him skeptically. The stream has been on a short period without your commentary and the chat is getting restless. “I can take a break if you want.”

He waves a dismissive hand. “No, no, I’m just going to hang out here for a bit. Go ahead.”

Hesitating only a moment, you turn your video back on and unmute your mic. “Alright folks, sorry about that little pause. I, uh, got a surprise visitor.” You gesture vaguely toward where Oscar lounges behind you.

The chat instantly lights up with questions about who was there. Smiling to yourself, you ignore them for now, re-focusing on the game.

Over the next hour, it becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate. Oscar keeps distracting you, making silly faces and gestures whenever you glance his way. More than once you have to stifle a laugh after catching sight of him. Your fans seem to find your giggly mood delightful, though they remain oblivious to the cause.

Finally, in a rare break between matches, you swivel in your chair to face him. “You’re being so disruptive,” you stage-whisper. “Don’t you have better things to do than pester me?”

Oscar feigns innocence. “Who, me? I’m just sitting here, love.”

Rolling your eyes, you stretch your arms overhead with a groan, back popping from sitting so long. Oscar’s gaze shamelessly rakes over you, darkening.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter, fighting a smile.

“Like what?” His eyes glint with mischief.

You open your mouth to respond, but a new donation notification pops up on your stream, cutting you off. “Oh, wow, thanks for the ten thousand bits, Legend27!” The expensive donation isn’t that unusual, but the comment attached gives you pause.

I’m so happy you and Eric made up! You two are couple goals for real.

Frowning, you scan the new barrage of messages flooding the chat … and find dozens echoing similar sentiments.

Your stomach drops as you finally realize what your viewers think is happening. They assume Oscar is actually your ex, the one you briefly dated and had an awful breakup with over two years ago. Apparently his surprise appearance has led them to believe you two have reconciled.

Heat floods your face at the misunderstanding. Objecting seems pointless though — you’ve learned it’s better not to discuss your private romantic life on stream. “Ah, thanks guys, you’re too kind,” you finally say, aiming for a neutral tone.

Beside you, Oscar stiffens, catching the implications of the messages. His jaw clenches and you watch as his face cycles through a series of micro-expressions — first surprise, then confusion, quickly followed by displeasure and … jealousy?

Uh oh. This could get messy fast if he gets worked up. You try to subtly shake your head at him in a silent plea to ignore the chat.

No such luck. His brow furrows deeper and you can practically see the tension ratcheting up in his shoulders.

Suddenly, Oscar surges to his feet with a muttered curse. Before you can react, he’s stalking around the side of your chair until he’s directly in view of the camera’s frame.

“Oscar, what are you-”

But he cuts you off by cupping your face in his hands and kissing you hard. Your startled squeak is smothered by his fierce, possessive mouth moving over yours.

Powerless to resist the onslaught of sensations, you melt bonelessly against him as the kiss stretches on and on. Only the escalating number of notifications showing the shock and exclamations from your viewers finally breaks through the heady fog.

With extreme reluctance, Oscar ends the kiss, both of you panting. He keeps his face buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your flushed skin as he growls, “She’s mine.”

Then, before you can respond, he reaches past you and slams his palm into the power button of your streaming setup, shutting everything down.

The simultaneous howl of outrage from tens of thousands of confused fans cuts off abruptly as the screen goes black. Only the two of you are left in the ringing silence that follows.

“Oscar!” You finally manage. “What was that?”

He pulls away enough to meet your wide-eyed gaze, his brown eyes blazing with an intensity that steals your breath.

“I got … jealous,” he admits, seeming almost surprised at his own vehement reaction. “When they thought I was your ex. I didn’t like that at all.”

Your expression softens at his uncharacteristic show of vulnerability. Reaching out, you trace his sharp cheekbone with gentle fingers. “You have no reason to be jealous, silly man. It’s only ever been you.”

Some of the blazing heat in his stare banks into smoldering embers at your reassurance. “Yeah?” A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Good.”

He leans in again until his lips are a hairsbreadth from yours. “Because you’re mine, okay? And I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, dizzy with wanting him. “I’m all yours, Oscar.”

The possessive words seem to flip a switch in him. With a low, rumbling sound of approval, his mouth slants over yours once more in a searing, demanding kiss that makes your toes curl.

The abrupt ending to your stream is already causing a social media firestorm of epic proportions. But surrounded by the circle of Oscar’s arms, his familiar warmth and love, you can’t find it in yourself to care even a little bit.

After all, you think dizzily as he deepens the kiss, your fans should have recognized that you two were a couple from the very start — because Oscar Piastri is most definitely not your ex.

He’s your everything.

***

Oscar’s hands are everywhere, seemingly unable to get enough of you as his kisses grow more and more fervent. Your back hits the wall with a gentle thump as he crowds closer, caging you in with the solid warmth of his body.

“Missed you so much, love,” he rasps against the heated skin of your neck. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

A whimper escapes your lips at the scorching path his mouth blazes over your pulse point. “I m-missed you too, Oscar.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer and he rewards you by sucking a mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear. Pleasure zings along your nerves at the hint of delicious possession in the act.

When he finally pulls back to gaze at you with dark, hooded eyes, his lips are reddened from enthusiastic use. The sight sends a molten flare of desire arrowing straight to your core.

“Say it again,” he commands roughly, voice gone low and gritty in that way that never fails to make you melt.

You blink up at him, momentarily lost in a lust-fueled haze. “W-What?”

“My name.” His large hands skim over the curve of your waist, bunching the fabric of your shirt. “Say my name again.”

“Oscar,” you breathe without hesitation, watching raptly as his pupils blow wider at the sound. “Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...”

Each breathy iteration seems to stoke his hunger hotter. His fingers flex against your sides like he’s holding himself back from something.

On a daring whim, you slant your mouth near his ear, letting your lips brush the shell with every word. “Oscar Piastri,” you practically purr. “My Oscar.”

A broken groan is your only warning before he’s on you again, mouths crashing together in a heated crash of lips, teeth, and tangling tongues. His hand comes up to cup the nape of your neck, angling your face for deeper exploration.

When you finally manage to tear your lips away, you’re both panting harshly, chests heaving. “What’s … gotten into you?” You pant.

Rather than answer, Oscar just shakes his head and dives back in for more fervent kisses, like a man dying of thirst and you’re the most delicious drink he’s ever tasted.

It’s not until he suddenly grips your waist and spins the two of you around, depositing you on the desk with a surprising lack of finesse, that you realize just how wildly affected he is.

Oscar licks into the seam of your lips like he’s staking a claim and something within you shatters at the stark, naked wanting in his eyes when he pulls back the tiniest bit.

He just stares at you, chest heaving, gaze roving hungrily over your features like he’s memorizing you all over again. His pupils are blown wide, just thin rings of molten brown remaining around the black.

When he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly in a way that vibrates through you. “Say. My. Name.”

“Oscar,” you respond immediately, not even having to think. His hungry gaze burns over you and you feel stripped bare and vulnerable under the weight of it.

But rather than make you want to cover up, it has the opposite effect — you’re reeling him in, hands fisted in his shirt to pull him closer. You never want this delirious, frantic sense of possession and desire to end.

“Again,” he grinds out, sounding utterly wrecked already.

“Oscar.” You bare your neck for him as you say it, like presenting an offering. He groans low and deep, instantly ducking to mouth along the column of your throat.

His hands are everywhere, pushing up the hem of your top, kneading along your sides and ribs as he nips and sucks bruising paths across your collarbones and chest.

“Don’t stop saying it,” he orders, more plea than demand.

So you let his name become a breathless prayer falling from your lips, over and over between gasps and keening whimpers. You lose yourself in a heady feedback loop — the more you speak his name with naked wanting, the wilder it seems to drive him until his touch grows scattered and devouring.

At some point his hands finally succeed in tugging your shirt up and off. Your name doesn’t even register when his scorching mouth closes over one peaked bud, your back bowing at the shuddering bolt of sensation that lances through you.

All you can seem to process is the feel of his calloused palms mapping every inch of newly-exposed skin and the desperate mumble of “Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...” spilling shameless and endless from your lips.

Eventually, the heated exploration of his mouth and hands becomes too much to simply lay there and take. With a low, guttural sound you haul Oscar upright and swing your legs around his hips, relishing his full body shudder.

“Not enough,” you accuse roughly, rolling your core against his in clear invitation. “Need you closer, Oscar.”

His heated groan at your wanton demand is music to your ears. Strong hands grasp your thighs to hitch your legs higher around his waist as he surges against you.

“So impatient, my darling girl,” he teases. This close, you can make out the faintest brush of freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones that you’ve mapped and memorized with lips and fingertips a hundred times before.

You can’t help but reach out to graze them with your thumb, gazing up at him with naked adoration. “My Oscar,” you murmur reverently.

His eyes slip shut for a beat, jaw ticking as if your words have an unexpectedly profound effect on him. When he opens them again, his gaze is fierce and intent.

“Yours,” he vows simply, leaning in to seal the promise against the plush of your lips.

The kiss is somehow softer and headier than before. You get lost in the lush glide of his mouth, every sliding brush of lip and tongue shorting out whatever rational thoughts remain until all you know is his name — the shape and taste and weight of it against your own.

It’s the only thing that seems real, vital, until at some point Oscar’s mouth leaves yours to trail hot, openmouthed kisses down your chest and stomach and lower still.

Your back bows as you squirm incoherently against the press of his lips and tongue. His restraint seems to have finally snapped, movements growing hungry and rough as he works you steadily higher.

“Oscar,” you sob out his name like you’re breaking apart, pleading for something you can’t quite name. He answers with a rumbling sound of satisfaction that vibrates hotly against your sensitized flesh.

More, is all you can think as he redoubles his efforts.

At some point, you must have arched helplessly off the desk because suddenly his hands are at the small of your back, fingertips digging in hard as he holds you arched for his questing mouth.

The intimate angle of his positioning has your jaw dropping open on a silent scream of overwhelmed pleasure. All that escapes is a strangled gasp of, “Oscar!”

He growls something incoherent against you that might be praise, might be reassurance, might just be your name groaned out roughly in shared bliss. But you honestly can’t tell anymore — you’ve transcended far past coherent speech and rational thought.

Everything has devolved into just sensation and feeling and the endless loop of his name spilling over and over from your lips like a benediction.

Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...

Just when you think you might actually shatter into pieces from the intensity he’s wringing out of you, strong hands are abruptly hauling you up and off the desk in one smooth motion.

You cling to him with heavy limbs, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he staggers the few steps to your shared bedroom. At some point his shirt has vanished, allowing your hands free rein to roam over flexing muscle and heated skin.

When the backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, he pauses to claim your mouth in another searing, shattering kiss. He whispers something fervent and intense against your lips, your name perhaps intertwined with endearments or promises.

You can’t be sure. All you know is the shape of his name against your tongue, the only word your mind seems capable of holding onto as he lowers you reverently to the sheets and stretches out over you.

When he finally sinks into you with a harsh groan of relief, your back bows and you let out a broken, high keen — his name once more torn from your lips in breathless ecstasy.

“There you are, that’s it love,” he growls hoarsely as he begins to move, words interspersed between drugging, thorough thrusts. “Let me hear you, let me hear my name on those pretty lips.”

So you do, shamelessly loud and incoherent now as he gradually unravels you from the inside out. His name and gasped pleas and frantic praise all blur together in a continuous stream of blissful delirium.

At some point, his own control seems to splinter apart, hips snapping hard and deep as his pace turns utterly unrestrained. Still, you chase that shattering edge, crying out for Oscar as your whole world narrows to the merciless intensity of his driving thrusts and demanding hands kneading your flesh with staking ownership.

When you finally go soaring over that dizzying peak with his name torn hoarse from your throat, he follows you over almost violently with a ragged shout. Oscar’s arms shake dangerously as he holds his weight off of you, pupils swallowing up the copper of his eyes entirely in onyx pools of spent lust.

As you slowly float back down from that searing high, limbs heavy and sated, you reach up to trace the sharp line of his cheekbone. He turns his face into your palm with a shuddering exhale as if grounding himself.

For several long breaths, all that can be heard is your shaky inhales mingling together while your racing heartbeats gradually return to normal.

Finally, Oscar presses a warm, lingering kiss to the center of your palm before shifting to stretch out beside you, his weight dipping the mattress.

You immediately curl into the reassuring heat of him, despite the sweat still cooling along your skin. One of his arms bands around your waist, holding you flush against his side while his other hand comes up to card soothingly through your hair.

Nestling your face into the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, you press a gentle kiss to the hollow of his throat and whisper, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” he murmurs back, low and slightly scratchy in the aftermath. You can hear the smile in his voice as his fingers keep carding idly through your hair.

Silence falls again, comfortable and peaceful in the aftermath of your frantic passion, both of you simply basking in the warmth of shared nearness.

Eventually though, the question you’ve been avoiding asking slips out in a hazy murmur. “What brought all … that … on, Oscar?”

He’s quiet for so long, you begin to wonder if he fell asleep. Just when you’re about to shift to look at him though, he speaks up.

“When your fans assumed I was your ex … the way they were celebrating that the two of you got back together ...” His fingers stroke almost absentmindedly through your hair as he pauses. “I dunno, something in me just .. .snapped a little. Seeing them say over and over how perfect he was for you ...”

He trails off with a low chuckle, and you can’t resist craning your neck to glance up at him curiously. When your eyes meet his, his expression is rueful.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of any other name on your lips, love. Even your own.” His fingertips trace the line of your jaw with unbearable tenderness. “All I wanted was for you to say my name like that — like it’s the only word that matters in the entire world.”

Just like that, a fresh ember of want rekindles low in your belly at the slightly awed honesty in his voice. You exhale a shaky breath, searching his stormy gaze for … what? Evidence of how crazily affected you are by such a simple revelation?

Whatever he finds reflected in your stare seems to give him pause as well because his eyes almost immediately darken with renewed hunger.

“Say it again then,” he husks, rolling until he’s leaned over you, hands planted on either side of your head. There’s no demand in the words, just low, thrumming need thrilling between you both.

So you reach up to cup his face in your palms, rubbing your thumbs over the sandpapery stubble along his strong jawline as you gaze adoringly up at him.

“Oscar ...” you breathe out his name like a sacred invocation. “My Oscar.”

His eyes slip shut and he makes a low, ragged sound of pure satisfaction on an exhale that ghosts across your lips.

“Yeah,” he rasps, bending lower until his forehead rests against yours. “That’s it, love … that’s all I ever want to hear.”

You pull him back down to you then, unable and unwilling to resist sealing the promise of those words against his lips with your own.

And as everything inevitably dissolves into heat and need and formless ecstasy once more, you lose yourself to the endless chant of his name on your lips — your entire world whittled down to just that one exalted word, over and over and over.

Because really, what other name could ever matter when Oscar Piastri is the only name you’ll ever need?

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Life is like a Box of Chocolates || LandOscar

Summary: When you take an edible chocolate with your boyfriends it has an unexpected side effect. Warnings: 18+ only, edibles, smut, oral (both), mmf. WC: 2. 3k

The box looked inconspicuous enough. 

Oscar turned the packaging over and read through the ingredients while you and Lando opened three individually wrapped treats. They looked like any other boutique chocolate you had tried but this one promised more than a sugar high. 

“Bottoms up,” Lando said with a grin. 

You tapped your square of chocolate against his with a reciprocal smile. “I hope so.” 

You both bit into the treats and moaned at the decadent richness that coated your tongue. You couldn’t even taste the drug that would absorb slowly into your system, leaving you with a long lasting high that would surely make the boring dinner party better. 

“Oh my god, that was so good!” you hummed as you licked your fingers clean and found Lando had finished his too. 

Oscar chuckled as he saw a spot of chocolate in the corner of Lando’s lips and kissed it clean before grabbing his own piece. “We normally take half.”

“You’ve never been to this event before, trust me, you’ll need a whole one,” Lando assured him, taking the chocolate and guiding it to Oscar’s parted lips himself. 

Your body started to heat in response to the small sounds Oscar made as Lando fed him. “Why are you two teasing me? You know we don’t have time to play before the car gets here.”

Reluctantly, Oscar pulled away and swallowed his mouthful before returning to pack up the box. He opened the box again and put the few remaining wrappers back in, before noticing the instruction booklet under the tray. “Uh, guys, I don’t think this was weed,” he mutters.

“What do you mean?” Lando said with a laugh. “This is the box Daniel said to get.”

“Wait, Danny?” You hoped you hadn’t heard correctly. “The same Danny who has been trying to get back at you for the prank in Vegas?”

Lando laughed and shook his head, but realisation seemed to slowly dawn on his face and he snatched the box out of Oscar’s hands. His eyes scanned across the page of tiny disclaimers until it fluttered with his shaking hands. 

“What did you give us, Lando?” you asked as you looked between both of your boyfriends. “Osc?”

“Okay, so, don’t panic,” Oscar’s words immediately made your heart start pumping faster and he pulled you into his arms to draw soothing circles over your back. “It’s fine, baby. You might just feel a little…”

“What?”

“Horny,” Lando answered for him before he couldn’t suppress his laugh any longer. “I’m going to get him for this.”

“You don’t sound very worried,” you said to Lando before looking at Oscar. Obviously, he was never one to worry so he just shrugged.

“I’ll take care of you if you need it,” he promised.

—

“I can’t tell if this is the chocolate or me,” you grumbled as you sat between your boyfriends in the backseat of the car. Your hands gripped their thighs in an effort to keep them from roaming any higher, but it was a losing battle. 

“That’s just you, baby, it said it could take an hour to kick in,” Lando said, fiddling with his tie again. “Why do these have to be so tight?”

“He says it like he didn’t asked to be choked last night,” Oscar chuckled, reaching over your shoulder to tuck the tie back under his collar. “Now relax.”

“That was the plan,” Lando said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m going to fucking kill Danny.”

“Worry about that later, we’re here.”

You accepted Oscar’s hand and stepped out after him to the flash of cameras. It was hard not to feel inadequate when you were standing beside two of the most handsome men you had ever met, but when they curled their arms around your waist and whispered sweet words the worry fell away. 

“You look so beautiful, darling,” Lando said softly as he brushed his lips over your cheek. “I’m having a hard time keeping this PG-13.”

Oscar caught his finger under Lando’s chin and turned his hungry eyes away from you. “Stop looking at each other like that, you’re not the only one having a hard time,” he groaned. You couldn’t help glancing down his body but the black suit pants hid the ‘hard time’ he was growing in them. “Stop looking at me like that,” he warned. 

“I can’t help that I am infatuated with you two,” you said innocently, a sweet smile drawing his attention to your kissable lips. “Tsk, tsk, stop looking at me like that, Osc. Have some self control.”

Lando laughed and led you away from Osc as he tipped his head back with a silent prayer to survive the evening with his brats. When he had his composure back, he scanned the area for you but in those short seconds you and Lando had disappeared into the busy venue. “Fuck,” he groaned before beginning his search.

The crowd of businessmen swallowed you whole and it was only Lando’s hand that kept you from being swept away as he followed the bodies into the venue. His stiff back that you tucked in behind was the only outward sign that he hated the event but it was a night that couldn’t be avoided as McLaren needed investors to continue its growth. 

“Drink, love?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Only if it’s strong,” you winked. He smirked before suddenly changing direction and towing you towards the bar. “Shit!”

Lando turned quicker than your eyes could follow and he was glaring at the shocked stranger who stared at the damp splash in your dress. It would have made you laugh if the dress wasn’t worth more than your monthly pay and currently freezing from the icy drink that now decorated your bodice. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the man apologised. 

“You didn’t see her?” Lando asked in disbelief. He couldn't understand how anyone could miss the most beautiful person in the room. 

“It-it’s just water,” he stammered as he reached to brush the water drops away but Lando caught his wrist before he could touch you. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said as you peered around for the bathrooms before spotting the arrow pointing down a hall. “Come on, Lan.”

“Watch where you are going next time,” Lando imparted the advice as he turned with you, feeling your elbow nudge into his ribs at the attitude. “What? There is no way he didn’t see you. Everyone else can’t take their eyes off you.”

You rolled your eyes at the idea and stepped into the room as he opened the door for you. “It’s you they are staring at,” you corrected.

He slipped inside the powder room behind you and checked the attached room for the toilet was empty before he attacked. His lips threatened to ruin your makeup as he pinned you between his body and the wall, grinding himself along your front until your eyes fluttered shut. “You don’t see what I do,” he murmured between his heated kisses to your neck. His hand ran up your thigh, finding the slit in the dress so it could climb higher and brush the edge of your panties. “So fucking sexy and everyone knows you’re mine.”

A throat cleared and your eyes flew open to see Oscar leaning back against the door, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched the show unfold. “Yours?” he taunted as he snapped the lock into place.

“Ours,” Lando accentuated with his usual sass that had Oscar pushing off from the door and crossing the distance in two long strides. 

Desire was pooling at your core as you watched Oscar’s hand envelope Lando’s throat and pull him closer. Their lips collided with a fierce need to determine dominance and Lando tried to fight it before he succumbed to Oscar with a moan. Satisfied, Oscar pulled back to see Lando’s pupils blown out and a breathy whimper escaped his swollen lips. 

“You are both mine,” Oscar clarified before his eyes danced over your body and noticed the wet material. “What happened?”

“Some idiot spilt his drink on her.”

Oscar grabbed a hand towel from the shelf and started to dab away as much moisture as he could but every brush of the material sent little bolts of lightning across your body. Suddenly it felt like your body was on fire and you bit your lip as the flames reached your core.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as the last touch caught the underside of your beast and it felt heavy with need. “Do that again, please.”

Lando was feeling the same heated effects course through his veins as the chocolates reacted with his body. “I think it’s been an hour,” he chuckled, reaching for the stiff peak he could see pressing against the thin material of your dress. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your nipple and hummed at the sound you made for him. 

Oscar abandoned the cloth and sank to his knees on the tiles. He swore he could smell your sweet arousal, the mouthwatering scent driving him insane as he bunched your dress up and kissed your core over the lace. The ax of time hung over your head as you all knew the dinner was about to begin but you didn’t care  the moment you looked down at Oscar’s eyes. 

“Just a quickie,” he agreed as he read your mind. Lando crushed his lips against yours as Oscar pushed your panties aside and tasted you with a languid swipe of his tongue. One boyfriend made you cry out and the other stole the sound with his kiss. Your hands tangled their hair, feeling the different textures between your fingers as you deepened the kiss and rocked your hips against Oscar’s face.

“Fuck,” Lando groaned at the pretty sight. “I’m so unbelievably hard right now.” He grabbed your hand to prove his words and you stroked his length over his trousers. “I don’t know if I want to kill Danny anymore.”

Oscar laughed against your clit and the vibration curled your toes in your heels and you cried out at the sensation. The sound cut through Lando’s amusement and his belt snapped open, his trousers falling just enough to free his cock. Your hand wrapped around him and he covered your hand with his, guiding you up and down in long slow strokes. 

“We are going to make a mess of your dress, baby,” Lando moaned as he felt his orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly thanks to the chocolate. You barely heard him as your own impending release hazed your mind but Oscar thought quick enough to pull away. Your body missed his mouth instantly but your cunt clenched at the sight of him taking Lando’s cock deep in his throat. “Fuck, Osc, that’s it, babe.”

You could hardly breathe as you watched Lando’s jaw clench and he shuddered as he spilled himself in Oscar’s mouth. Your boyfriend’s throat bounced as stood up and he swallowed the mouthful down, leaving Lando to sag against the wall while he recovered. 

“You missed a spot,” you said as you leant in and caught the drop of cum that clung to the corner of his lips. A soft hum reverberated as you shared the taste with a kiss and you pressed yourself against him to feel just how much he was feeling the drug too. “Need a hand?”

“Not quite,” he smirked, turning you around to face Lando. “Hold on.”

Lando reached out and you gripped his forearms as Oscar bundled your dress up in one hand and pushed your panties aside again with the other. He gave no warning before he sheathed himself deep inside your cunt and you buried your face in Lando’s chest with a gasp. You felt impossibly full before he snapped his hips back and then buried himself in you, over and over, an unrelenting pace that quickly brought back the edge of your orgasm.

Your cries were muffled by Lando’s dress shirt and your nails threatened to rip the expensive jacket he wore as you were rocked by your release that came so suddenly white spots danced across your vision. For a second your body was disconnected from your mind and the two only collided back together when Oscar joined you, warmth pooling in your core as he filled it with his seed. 

“Wooow,” Oscar chuckled as he pulled out and combed a hand through his hair. “That shit is strong.”

“At least we have something to take the edge off,” Lando said, before tossing the hand towel to Oscar. Oscar ran the towel under the warm tap and carefully cleaned up the mess he made before he pulled your panties back into place and let your dress fall around your unsteady legs. 

Oscar curled a brow at his boyfriend and the glint in his eye that said he expected a few more stops to this room during the night. “Let’s try to make it back to the hotel next time.”

“No promises,” he said with a wink. “Now, shall we go and sit through a bunch of old man speeches and try not to fall asleep?”

You looked down at your dress and found the wet patch had dried considerably, so much that it wouldn’t even be noticeable in the dim lights of the hall. “You still owe me a drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lando gave you a salute and unlocked the door, opening it to an empty corridor. “A strong one. Osc?”

“No, thank you, one of us has to be responsible.”

Lando looked at you, his lips barely suppressing the grin on his face. “He says it like he didn’t just fuck you in a bathroom.”

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