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I physically need more sub Oscar to live please🥺

♪ — 𝗜 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 sub! oscar piastri x soft! dom! reader (smut) “. . . after not seeing each other for a while, it's easy tell oscar is starved and desperate.”

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"D-door, door." he squeaked, a little gasp falling from his lips. His eyes involuntarily closed as your lips continued to suck a bite on his neck. He leaned his head back, a shiver falling through his spine at the feeling of your fingers tracing the skin of his abdomen under his shirt. Oscar's heart was beating so loud he was sure you could hear it.

Another gasp pulled from his throat when he felt your other grope his as, looking from the apartment keys in his back pockets. He let you push him, leaning down in search of your lips with his own.

The aussie was desperate for your touch, you could see in it his hungry and needy eyes. "please, please," his voice was quiet, cupping the back of your head so he could hold you still for a kiss. He was too hungry and thirty, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. His lips only got to brush yours before he had to pull away to let you pull his shirt off.

You watched as he tried to chase you for a kiss again, eyes hazy and half open. The pretty hazel irises were now a dark shade, a gorgeous shade of need clear as he stared at your lips.

"baby," He whined as you pushed him to his bedroom until he fell back on the mattress. Oscar felt like he was going to cry. He couldn't wait anymore. His pants were too tight and he needed you! He needed you so much, y/n. He missed you so much. He didn't even hesitate to hold your bare waist as soon as you pulled your shirt off.

This time you welcomed his lips to yours, a hungry and passionate kiss. his body was so sensitive under you, eyes scrunched tight and with goosebumps rising at skin. You had so much power over him.

"Fuck! Please, please!" He was literally putty in your hands, feeling himself jerk his hips up at the feeling of your palm on his length. He gritted his teeth, feeling you slowly unzip the jeans and undo the button. His hand slowly found its way around your body, holding you.

"You're so small," you whispered in his ear, pressing soft kisses on his cheek and jaw just as you began stroking. Briefly spinning in your palm, you felt Oscar tense and intense at the warm liquid you spread on his dick. "Such a good boy," "Y/n,"

you too missed him. with each pump to his dick, a moan drew from his as he nuzzled in your neck. You missed having him like this, openly giving himself to you. You liked to whisper soft coos in his ear, playing with his hand with one hand while the other hand jerked him off. You missed him in this state, holding you like his life depended on him, squirming and jerking his hips up, saying your name like a prayer.

and at this point it was a prayer. "n-no!" he gripped the skin on your back in frustration upon feeling your hand leave where he needed you. He tried to pull your hand back on his dick only to be unsuccessful. You pushed him on his back, adjusting your position on his lap. Oscar didn't get a chance to complain, feeling grinding on top of him.

He honestly looked pathetic, thrusting up into your clothed heat with uneven gasps and whimpers for breaths, holding onto the skin of your stomach with one hand and your thigh with his other. He couldn't take his eyes off you, watching the way you unclasped your bra and sat up momentarily to pull your skirt and panties off.

"mhhh- y/n," a pleading whine left his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt. you held his wrists together when he tried to pull you down to take him. "behave," you scolded, blowing a hair that fell on your hair. "I can't wait, any more," Oscar shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut in desperation. "I need you— I can't! I need you!" He begged loudly, practically on the verge of sobs. You were right there, heat ghosting on top of his pulsing tip.

You had to admit it was a pretty sight. Having Oscar so submissive under you, all sweaty and panting, hands held together, legs shifting from the discomfort and impatience. You couldn’t wait any longer either. Leaning one hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, Oscar didn’t waste any time holding onto your hip with his now free hand. The brunette was going to open his mouth to say something but was cut off by his own moan, finally feeling your warmth envelop him.

Little gasps left his mouth as his free hands moved around trying to hold onto you, settling on your back. It’s been so long since the two of you had shared an intimate night, you’d think Oscar grew an inch or two with the way it was taking you slow to take all of him. “S-so tight.” Oscar groaned, looking up at you through half lidded eyes. When you did finally sink down all the way, you leaned your forearms on either side of his head. Oscar welcomed your kisses eagerly, wrapping his around your back.

You could feel the way his breaths stuttered every once in a while. You hated how hungry his eyes still looked for another kiss when you pulled to catch air. “You wanna move?” an eager nod followed as you leaned in for another long french kiss followed by thrusts and loud muffled moans.

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Night in Arlong😭

remember when they were drunk and happy for like 5 minutes??? yeahhh

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I've gotten less regimented with my daily comics and a lot of them are about DATM and stardew valley at this point.... but heres a couple ML ones I liked lately :)

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i think about this moment A Normal Amount

[id: a digital drawing of fang runin and sring venka from the poppy war trilogy on a warm gray background. rin wraps venka up in a tight embrace, one arm across her back, the other around her waist. rin’s face is partially hidden against venka’s shoulder, but her eye peeks through under a lowered brow. venka’s back is towards the viewer, and we only see a pale sliver of her nape as she bends her head slightly down into rin’s shoulder. small white scars cover the dark skin of rin’s remaining hand, pressed to venka’s shoulderblade, and nick her brow. they’re cast in cool blue, backlit by hard white light that hits their dark hair and the shoulders of the southern coalition’s brown uniforms. above their heads is text which says: “Rin wanted to chase after her. She wanted to pull Venka back by the wrist, hug her tight, and hold her close until they were able to sob, until their sobs subsided. -The Burning God.“ 

 the second image is the same as the first, only the text has been replaced with an open circle like a halo behind their heads.]

also YES i know it’s rin’s right hand that she lost but i was not going to sacrifice this pose. flip the image if u want accuracy <3

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I finished The Dragon Republic some weeks ago

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Forehead kisses

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Rin, Kitay and Nezha?

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fav things about the tpw (in no particular order)

fang runin and her corruption arc

rinkitaynezhavenka drunk on that tower

“history moves in circles”

rinzha and the red emperor/tearza parallel

rin and jiang :(((

the sinegard chapters

every single rinzha interaction in tbg

rin x ramsa/baji/suni

chen kitay x100000

the trifecta and the glimpses we get of the second poppy war 

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I know a lot of people absolutely love Rin X Nezha and the whole like “Fire evaporates water and Water douses Fire and the two are forever meant to hurt each other” type of romance but yawl are really going to ignore “the best friends since war school whose love for each other fuels the flames of destruction”

like are you serieous?????

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hey poppy war fandom,,,,,,, I’m here to serve you some pain

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Next backlog papercraft is inspired by The Poppy War trilogy by R.F. Kuang! Featured on the July 2021 Illumicrate mug!

Whaaaaaa I had so many feelings working on this. 😭 I think I was just starting The Burning God when I began the sketch concept for this papercraft with Illumicrate, and by the time I was assembling the final papercraft, I felt like each sliver I was gluing down were the scraps of my heart falling to pieces as I finished off the trilogy. Freakin’ A, I’m so glad I was allowed to binge this series. 😭😭

This was such an epic fantasy to experience, and I hope I was able to convey the power of these two characters had; the burning and eveloping rage of Rin, and the swift and elegant pragmatism of Nezha. The title of the mug refers to a quote in The Dragon Republic, “Between us, we have the fire and the water,” when Rin is attempting to convince Nezha how much of a force they are when working together; but how true that they are just as much as a force when they are not.

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P1 Studying for Strategy exam

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Rin and Venka hii 🤲🏼🫠

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Finally finished all four illustrations for RF Kuang's The Poppy War series! ✨🔥⚔🐉👑🌊

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Available as prints!

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rinezha as my tears ricochet

(good luck <3 also there's obviously many spoilers for the entire trilogy

❝ I didn't have it in myself to go with grace ❞

❝ You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same ❞

❝ Cursing my name, wishing I stayed ❞

❝ You turned into your worst fears ❞

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I like how rin’s reference point for pretty much everything related to the house of yin is just nezha. she sees jinzha and muzha for the first time at the summer parade and thinks ‘oh they’re just hot, older versions of nezha’ without knowing or caring that jinzha’s the heir to the most powerful province in the empire. Jinzha would be outraged if he knew. She’s face to face with Vaisra,  the Dragon Warlord and richest (and arguably most powerful) man in the country, for the first time and immediately thinks that she can’t look at him and not see Nezha, who to everyone is the ‘irrelevant’ yin son. Even when she sees Yin Riga, the Dragon Emperor himself and strongest shaman alive, Rin just thinks that he looks like Nezha’s corpse. she literally sees some of the most powerful men in the country for the first time and is like oh, another knock off nezha 

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the clear cut parallels between rin, nezha, and kitay and the trifecta never fail to make me sob. like speer and mugen, the second poppy war and the third poppy war. riga loving and betraying daji, nezha loving and betraying rin. the friendship between jiang and daji, the friendship between rin and kitay. both groups leaving only one of them to rule. their shared complicated love and loyalty and hurt between each other. jiang and rins final moments of clarity. they followed right into their predecessors footsteps and didn’t even know it. both groups were supposed to be unstoppable forces but ended up being torn apart by each other.