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cxffeek · 3 months ago
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MORE MORE PEAK!
Leo/need | MORE MORE JUMP! | Vivid BAD Squad | Wonderlands × Showtime | Nightcord at 25:00
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mango-doodlesss · 3 months ago
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agent stone wip....
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schwarzgeier · 3 months ago
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An Ara stuck in the vents? Silver to the rescue~
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Full drawing on my blue sky post
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whatsthebestanimeop · 2 months ago
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T1: What's the Best Bleach OP?
Final Result: OP 1 ~Asterisk~ by Orange Range is the Best Bleach OP
1st: ~Asterisk~ - Orange Range [OP 1] 2nd: Ranbu no Melody - SID [OP 13] 3rd: Rolling Star - YUI [OP 5] 4th: chAngE - Miwa [OP 12] 5th: After Dark - Asian Kung-Fu Generation [OP 7] 6th: Shōjo S - SCANDAL [OP 10] 7th: Ichirin no Hana - High and Mighty Color [OP 3] 8th: HARUKAZE - SCANDAL [OP 15] 9th: Velonica - Aqua Timez [OP 9] 10th: D-technoLife - UVERworld [OP 2] 11th: ALONES - Aqua Timez [OP 6] 12th: Blue - ViViD - [OP 14] 13th: Tonight, Tonight, Tonight - Beat Crusaders [OP 4] 14th: Anima Rossa - Porno Graffiti [OP 11] 15th: Chu-Bara - Kelun [OP 8]
More tournament stats under the cut! I'll be adding my own ranking of Bleach OPs in the replies, please add yours too!
The final bracket:
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All final match results:
~ Asterisk ~ by Orange Range vs Ranbu no Melody by SID 58.7% // 41.3%
Rolling Star by YUI vs chAngE by Miwa 55.6% // 44.4%
After Dark by Asian Kung-Fu Generation vs Shōjo S by SCANDAL 61.4% // 38.6%
Ichirin no Hana by High and Mighty Color vs HARUKAZE by SCANDAL 64.9% // 35.1%
D-technoLife by UVERworld vs Velonica by Aqua Timez 44.3% // 55.7%
ALONES by Aqua Timez vs Blue by ViViD 74.4% // 25.6%
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight by Beat Crusaders vs Anima Rossa by Porno Graffiti 62.1% // 37.9%
The top 4 closest matches were:
Round 1: Velonica by Aqua Timez vs Shōjo S by SCANDAL 48.5% // 51.5%
Round 2: Shōjo S by SCANDAL vs chAngE by Miwa 48.3% // 51.7%
Rolling Star by YUI vs chAngE by Miwa 55.6% // 44.4%
Round 4: D-technoLife by UVERworld vs Velonica by Aqua Timez 44.3% // 55.7%
The 3 Biggest L matches were:
Round 2: Velonica by Aqua Timez vs Anima Rossa by Porno Graffiti 92% // 8%
Round 2: Ranbu no Melody by SID vs Harukaze by SCANDAL 83.1% // 16.9%
Round 1: After Dark by Asian Kung-Fu Generation vs Chu-Bara by Kelun 82.9% // 17.1%
The most voted match was the Round 4 Final with 230 votes. This was followed by Round 4 Third Place Match with 189 votes.
Thanks for making it to the end of Tourney 1! I am sooooo happy that ~Asterisk~ won, it has such a special place in my heart and it appears for so many of you as well. For everyone who voted (and this is such a whopping number 230?! holy heck) I adore you. For those of you who stuck it out throughout the 1.5 months this tourney has run, the biggest of respect. And for those of you who followed and shared these polls across all this time...like literally...take my hand in marriage? Or maybe just tell me with you agree/disagree with rankings, your thoughts, your personal rankings, idk just whatever. Other important things I'll mention (or re-mention) now are Bleach TYBW Tourney will be held upon the release of Cour 4. Bleach ED Tourney will happen but undecided on starting date. Aside, I am also terrified of a 30+ ED tourney (...though One Piece is in that realm so maybe it's not as scary as I'm making out to be). Okay, rambling over. I'll probably never end a tourney with this much gratitude again so please accept one last big thank you (─‿‿─)♡
Bonus: This OP has so many great moments but this is definitely my favourite part. I think it's changed over time - it used to be when Tatsuki and Orihime spray paint the screen raaah just so much good stuff, tell me urs maybe
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bluebottles-writing · 4 months ago
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(Sal/idk anymore ) unfinished fic
part of a piercer!Larry and punk!Travis au where Sal moves into Nockfell at the beginning of his senior year instead. Idk if/when I'll finish this because I have no idea where this fic is going but in case I don't I need to materialize this somewhere because punk travis lives rent free in my head.
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‘You seem cool so I’m gonna tell you a secret,’ she told him. ‘Me and some of my friends are gonna check out the old mill tonight. We’re meeting at the angel statue in the cemetery if you’re interested in joining.’
Sal had flushed furiously at her approval. One of the few moments he’s glad his face is hidden behind a stone-cold prosthetic. They’d exchanged numbers, Sal promising to come meet up with them when she gives him a call. Ash had smiled. ‘Looking forward to it,’ she said, and if Sal were any stupider he might have thought she was coming onto him.
But like Sal had said. He’s not an optimist, by any means.
Still, a guy can dream. Ash is pretty. And pretty fucking cool too. In the hour that Sal had gotten to know her, he thinks he might have a shot at making friends here. (Or more, but he squashes that thought as soon as it materializes)
He traces the numbers she scribbled into his notebook as the rest of the students piled into his next class, adding his own doodles next to the silly little cat she’d drawn for him after he told her about Gizmo. He gets lost in his scribbling – so lost that he doesn’t realize someone has been glaring at him until a hand slams into his desk. 
“Who the fuck are you?”
Sal jolts, retracting his hands from his desk. He looks up at the owner of that brash, demanding voice, and –
Holy shit. 
Yeah. Sal really likes being able to meet new people. 
As small as the school is, he’s one of the students Sal’s yet to see. If they shared another class, or if they passed one another in the hallway – Sal would have remembered him. He stands out; his hair dark, the ends bleached and colored and almost seem to glow where the overhead light struck the fluorescent green, curling slightly over his neck and brushing tanned shoulders. The hand on his notebook is adorned with rings, flashes of metal the same mismatched colors of the piercings littering his ears and face.
Wow. How can he thank his dad for moving them into a town with the hottest people in the world?
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anotherartblock · 6 months ago
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30 day otp challenge - day 28: doing something ridiculous (in which the ridiculous thing is selfshipping)
this is purely a self-indulgent late birthday present to myself. i love makima and yes there's definitely something wrong with me
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crows-of-buckets · 1 year ago
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Edelgard was 18.
Edelgard was 18 and held the entirety of her future in her hands. She was 18 and alone, 18 and scared, 18 and angry.
Edelgard was 18 sitting at a desk. Her desk. The walls of her room at the officers academy felt just as much protection as they did a cage at that moment. The wooden floors creaked under the weight of her chair.
Tomorrow things would change. Her and Hubert would walk alone, and together they would face down former friends turned foes as they carved their bloody path.
They would face the professor.
Edelgard leaned back, tears blurring her vision. She was doing her homework. Why was she doing her homework? Tomorrow in the holy tomb she would plunge Fodlan into a war the likes of which no one had seen in centuries. Homework was the least of her concerns.
She would have to face the professor.
Byleth, the stone faced mercenary who threw herself in front of Edelgard with no hesitation. Byleth, who spent hours carefully guiding her students to their fullest potential. Byleth, who sometimes got pale in battle after a particularly rough fight. Not because she feared her own safety, but because she feared that any of her students had received more than a scratch. Byleth, who patiently let Edelgard explain her nightmares. Byleth, who watched her be crowned Emperor of Adrestia.
The first person in a long time that Edelgard truly cared about.
She had tried so hard to avoid harboring any affection for her professor - for any of the residents at garreg mach. And yet the ashen demon had carved a place into her heart, dragging her students to reside there alongside her. Edelgard felt her throat tighten at the thought of raising her blade at Dorothea- at Ferdinand, at Caspar, at Linhardt, at Bernadetta, at Petra. Over the past few months their antics had grown on her, and now guilt lumped in her throat. She would turn her blades onto them, her kind and slightly stupid classmates. They would follow Byleth, and Byleth would follow the Church.
It made her feel sick.
Long past the point of caring about her homework, Edelgard walked over to her dresser. Flowers- mostly from the professor- were starting to shrivel in their vases. How poetic, she thought that they too shall die the last night I am an ally to those I hold dear. She plucked a flower from the vase- a single rose- and sat on the bed.
There was no point in trying to sleep. Anticipation and anxiety coursed through her. Tomorrow she would have to be a different woman. No longer Edelgard, the imperial princess of Adrestia. No longer Edelgard, the flame emperor, or Edelgard, house leader of the black eagles.
Tomorrow, she would be Edelgard, Emperor of Adrestia, the woman who tore the land from it's fragile peace for the sake of her own ideals.
She pulled her legs up, laying her head on her knees.
There would be no sleep tonight. For Edelgard was 18, and she had a world to change.
Whether it be by herself, or with allies at her back, the Emperor of Adrestia had work to do.
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softboyfilth · 2 days ago
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I want to wake beside you, blankets tossed from too much warmth— our warmth. I want to turn over press my lips to your shoulder, you stir, murmurs about odd dreams, and I listen. My fingers map out skin only I’m allowed to know, find marks I left the night before— declaration that only I get to have you like this. In the kitchen, you move carelessly. Like a man who has nothing left to prove, like someone who knows that he is already loved. I watch you like something sacred. You laugh, Tell me I stare too much, Never knowing how you’ve settled a war in me, how you’ve brought me back to life. Two men, worn soft by love. Moving through a house with practiced tenderness.
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I made him dance.
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clumsypuppy · 1 year ago
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for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........
#MOTHER FFFFUCKER#to be fair. my doc said I could stop taking them while im on break since i wouldnt need to be constantly pumped on stimulants#im not sure if it was a side effect but i managed to take like 3 different naps in one day and STILL managed to sleep thru the whole night#at least 2 days into my break. the weird thing is i didnt feel more or less rested afterwards. but mentally i think im in a good place rn#to really put the level of awakeness im at rn i feel weirdly confident i could start one piece. also bc of that sick new opening it BANGS#the song is really good and im in love with the animation style. did some digging and it seems one of the lead animators is masato mori#but i could be wrong. it seems he also did some work on mp100 which could explain a lot lol.. he uses smear frames really well to convey#consistent movement and fluidity!!! someone else might have done color design but it works really really well esp with odas style!!#just love the overall vibe and aesthetic and id really love to study it and incorporate a bit of it into my art.. especially the thick#outlines which i think helps to separate characters and objects on screen. though i have to say the style is definitely more suited to#animation bc of the simpleness and smears. maybe that will help me explore shapes and perspective when i draw... i wanna get better#at drawing poses and angles but i have a hard time wrapping my head around space and using perspective guide lines NGHHHH#i wonder if it has to do with my dogshit ability to judge distance. not depth perception but like. judge how far smth is in metres etc#im also wearing an N95 for the first couple weeks back bc of the wave. absolutely NO BODY is wearing a mask its so fucking over#where im sitting ive heard 5 different people coughing probably not into their elbows!!! and im just. head in my fucking hands#there was a kid sitting a couple seats away in class coughing as he pleases and i wanted to grab him in a chokehold so badly. PLEASEE#ive been annoying my family by asking them to mask up and reminding them to bring masks when they go out and showing them news articles#but at least its working bc we ordered some KN95s and my mom is at least taking me seriously so. please dont be afraid to speak up abt your#health. take care of yourself and others however u can!! wear that mask indoors at your maskless friends house!!! stay home when u can!!#im wearing a surgical mask at home too bc my parents have '''a dry throat cough''' and they are so bad at coughing into their sleeves#also im pretty sure dry throat isnt transmissible bc my brother started coughing too so.. i also tested negative but they havent tested yet#im also not a doctor but i have to keep reminding ppl whenever i can that covid and flu work differently. covid is new and too recent to#have nearly as much research done on it. it seems its also compounding so instead of building immunity it weakens the body and spreads to#to other systems which might explain brain fog and muscle weakness. i remember someone early in the pandemic got infected and it messed up#their smell/taste receptors so bad that they cant eat most foods and that stays in the front of my mind when i think abt covid. christ#yapping
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chainsawworld · 7 months ago
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Imalways so torn up between letting myself feel negative emotions besides anger cause I never do and being like wellllllll... it IS nearly 9 so really none of these are Real emotions so what's the point?
#gamer txt.#i think im hiding from myself again#what with my endless optimism and hope#i dont think i really beat my depression i think i mighta just covered it up really well by accident#and that the winter is not fucking helping me out here#even if i do actually have my shit sorted out which i dont but if i did then i feel like i shouldn't#im way too put together for someone with my problems at this fucking age#this is the age where i can actually like. suck ass and not being Super judged for it this is the age for making mistakes for being fucking#stupid and im wasting trying to pretend ive got everything on lock#i feel like im rushing everything#yous know i only like realised ive been masking my whole life like. this year#like Thats how hard i hide from myself! i didny even fucking realise!#but like whay the hell can i do about it now i dont ever have the opportunity to be myself#its not like i have a moment before every action where i can decide what to do its already happened and i didny have the chance to think#is 1 step forward 2 steps back meant to be like motivational in any way cause i think that might be what i go for#honestly i need to let myself make mistakes and do stupid shit and remind myself im not infallible#and the worst part about all this is that im trying so hard to not go none of these are real feelings its 9pm and winter#and knowing theres a decent chance thats actually the case#i dont want it to be the case#i dont want to the perfect quiet endless sympathy for others no attention no care required kid anymore#i want to be fucking messy because i feel like a fucking mess and everyone knows im a fucking mess and they just pretend im not#and even if all these feelings are just for right now and arent really ''real'' i know damn well ill still be upset about it in the morning#if no one reads this#because i need the attention im so fucking desperate for the attention i need someone fucking anyone to see the real me#becauese no one does! not even me most of the time!#iiii might do something stupid tonight? if i do just know please that it wasnt rash or impulsive and that ive been wanting to do it for ages#i just need to be a stupid kid for once in my fucking life
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silverdragon889 · 3 months ago
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The thing about my IEYTD universe is that it is SO HARD for me to set it in the 60's because in my head Phoenix is actively participating in fandom bullshit of his own and playing video games I like and forcing Reginald to play them with him.
*I myself* may not be an active FNAF fan but BY GODS Phoenix sure is. I even HC how he plays Skyrim. (Stealth Mage Argonian but he passes controls to Reggie to kill the godawful spiders) He is having a Discord debate with Agent Tanuki (oc) at all times about whether a Big Mac counts as Lasagna (it does not)
You can pry Modern Timeline IEYTD from my cold dead hands /silly /lh
i think more people should make their ocs fans of real life media. theres something hilarious about being like yeah this is my character prince blackheart darkness of the fallen shadowlands and yes she WAS a warrior cats kid growing up.
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chuckstaylors · 1 year ago
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top 5 meals?
WHY DIDN'T I GET NOTIFIED. IM SO SORRY. I'm finally checking my inbox. Gotchu! 💚
1. Chicken & broccoli (don't come for me)
2. Salmon with mashed potatoes
3. Turkey dinner
4. Taco salad
5. Chilli with ground turkey
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neodazed · 16 days ago
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enhypen - 🎀 - raw offer
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enha!xfem!reader - letting them hit raw for the first time
includes: hee, jay, jake, riki (cuz i didnt think it fit for sunoo and hoon that much, and i have a longer similar fics for won coming up)
warnings: unprotected sex (obviously), breeding kink, mentions of actual breeding, rough sex, pull and pray, creampies, lowkey implied noncon BUT ITS CON, reader is different in all lol, lmk if i missed smth
guys dont mind the header not being pretty im in a depressive episode rn my asks are open tho
masterlist
HEESEUNG
Top three raw lovers in Enha for sure.
Like, he has been wanting to do it raw since your very first time, but that was unfamilair terrority for you, so he didn’t push it.
But you were able to see it.
The subtle distaste on his face every time he unpacked the condom, and positioned himself, feeling the latex keeping him from feeling your pussy around him.
Maybe he couldn’t help it, maybe he did it on purpose, so you’d feel bad and just give in to his (your) desires.
Whether it was intentional or not, it was working. You got that damn Plan B after pills, you doubled the punctuality of your already instense everything shower, and now you are ready.
Well, mostly. Still nervous, and thinking about all the possible way this could go wrong, or like, what if it won’t even feel any better and you did all that for nothing? Embarassing. You better see those dark bambi eyes roll back to know it was worth it.
His reaction to this is already paying off a big part though.
‘Oh yeah? You did that just for me?’
You nod, a little shy under his deep gaze. He’s currently hovering over you in bed, after a long makeout session you literally broke with saying “I bought Plan B”. First, he was taken aback, then he started to smirk like he is doing now, which you weren’t sure what kind of smirk was, somewhat unusal.
‘You want me to fuck your little pussy raw?’ Heeseung tiltshis head to the side, one of his hands already in your tiny sleeping shorts. It’s kinda weird, because that wasn’t originally your idea, but…you do want it, right? So you nod, not even sure if it was a real question.
He suddenly grips your jaw, harsh, and forces a firm eyecontact.
‘With words, Y/N. Answer me.’
Oh so it is.
‘I-I do…’ — Clearly still not enough — ‘I want you to fuck my pussy raw’ A messing blush that you are, seriously. Way too crude.
When he pushes in, you start to get why he’s kinda obsessed with this idea.
He’s obviously a lot more into it now, judging by the way he’s snapping his hips forward, and bruising your tights by gripping them so hard.
And…
‘Fuck, I’m coming inside. I can, right? — He answers his own question before you could even breathe — Of course I can. I’m filling you up, I’m- gonna breed you full’
Wait, pause.
Full? Breeding? That’s not-
Suddenly, he’s roughly rubbing your bundle of nerves, and the words on your throat die and evolve into whimpers of pleasure. He takes that as a firm ‘yes’.
His cum is hot inside you.
JAY
God, you're both so into it.
You were literally just both hesitant to bring it up without sounding like an absolute freak to the other.
Because it wasn’t just the feeling of each other without layers — it was the feeling of the risk, the possibility.
What would happen if he actually ended up impregnating you? No one really cares about that in the moment when a specific wish slips out of your lips as he drags the red, angry head of his cock to your cervix and back with every thrust.
‘Please, Jay, i-inside’
His hips shatter, pausing for a minute.
‘Inside? Baby, are you sure?’
Despite his question, he’s still not stopping entirely, his slower, but deeper thrusts keeping you both on edge.
‘Yes, yes-please, come inside’
No more reluctance, just his hand finding your throat, pinning you to the bed and pounding his big load into your eager cunt. When he pulls out after the last thrust, he sees his cum drip out of you. Might be the prettiest sigh he’ve ever seen.
Yeah, he might have ran for Plan B after this, but it was pretty hot.
JAKE
You and Jake are at a party. You came with some of your friends, but as the night went on, you eventually separated from them.
Some shots down, a little bit of dancing (your back aligning with Jake’s chest and ass grinding back against his crotch), he pulls you into a bathroom upstairs. No questions, just sloppy kisses, dress pushed up, belt hitting the floor, boxers and panties pulled to the side.
You are both tipsy, so even you, who is usually the more thoughtful and cool headed one, loses focus, which results in you only noticing that Jake is bare, when he has already pushed the swollen head past your rim.
‘Jake, wait! You didn’t put on a condom!’ You gasp, grabbing his shoulders.
‘Babe, we don’t have a condom!’ He whines into your neck. He stopped when you told him to wait, but he is still half-buried inside of you, and doesn’t make a move to pull out.
You’re ready to scold him and tell him to pull the fuck out, but when you make eye contact with him, you already know you’ll let him. Because damn he’s good at this whole ‘desperate, almost crying but holding on’ look.
And yes, he was a whiny mess.
‘Ah, Y/N, fuck. You feel so good- why haven’t we done this before?’
And you would smack him for that if it wasn’t so good.
RIKI
It all started with running out of condoms and the sentence ‘I’ll just grind down, I won’t put it in’.
And now Riki’s long, thick length is sliding through your folds, drawning out low groans of him and soft gasps from you. He is pulling your soaked thongs aside with one hand, and grips himself with the other, pumping his whitish liquid out of the angry head of his cock onto your mound.
He also leans down to give those sloppy kisses of his just in the right moments, and the way he licks into your mouth and pushes his hard shaft against your clit makes you want to suck him in like a vacuum. Or whatever.
And, you know, it might have been too slippery, you might have been too lost in the moment to notice that he is, well…inside. You both let out probably the filthiest sound so far.
Warm. Hard. Pulsing.
Warm. Tight. Gasping.
Feeling each other deep inside without anything in the way had to be the hottest thing in the world.
And you couldn’t move.
‘Should I pull out?’ He asks, but he is still pressing you down, and he has pushed all the way in now.
He should. You’re not in the situation to just do it like this, but…
‘No, don’t’
It’s all a blurry mess of chase after that.
Long story short, he cums into your more than one time, and you leave your pretty white rings around even more times by the end.
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trashytracktales · 6 months ago
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idk if my last ask got sent but merry christmassssss, keep shining !!
second, i need THIS https://x.com/yovremine/status/1871164598306677111?s=46 for oscar piastri in order to survive pretty please 😭💗
Aerodynamic expertise | OP⁸¹
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💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── Yes, I'm still working on my requests from last year. We read, and we dont judge (pls) 😔👍🏻
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🏁 summary ──── Oscar has been busy most of the day, and when she comes to check on him, the limits of focus, patience, and desire are tested in the most intense way.
🏁 pairing ──── Oscar Piastri x she/her reader
🏁 rating ──── explicit
🏁 category ──── F/M
🏁 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, smut, established relationship, descriptive language, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, playful teasing and dominant/submissive undertones.
🏁 word count ──── 3.5k
🏁 date ──── Jan. 18, 2025
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OSCAR’S HOME OFFICE is a small room in their apartment that should’ve been her walk-in closet. The walls are decorated with a mix of framed photos from his racing career and minimalistic art prints, while a sleek bookshelf stands in the corner, its shelves filled with some of her books, and various trophies, medals, and scale model replicas of his helmets.
A small lamp casts a warm glow over his workspace, but the rest of the room is swallowed by the darkening evening. The desk is neatly organized — his laptop open, and a pile of documents on one side, almost forgotten.
He’s been reviewing updates on the car’s aerodynamics package the entire afternoon, slightly furrowing his brow as he read through the material, one hand adjusting the headphones over his ears, and the other making notes in the margins of a printout. Oscar has always been the type of person to lock in and get the job done as well as he could. For the moment, his focus remains intense, the faint sound of white noise humming through his headphones, lost in the details of drag coefficients and weight distribution.
He doesn’t notice the light tapping of footsteps approaching the office, nor does he hear the soft creak of the door as it opens.
She walks in, lingering in the doorway for a while, smiling to herself at the sight of her boyfriend who’s still so immersed in his work. His concentration is so characteristic — calm, methodical, and entirely unbothered by the passing of time. However, the late hour has her a little concerned. And annoyed. She crosses the room and stops behind him, leaning slightly to catch a glimpse of the technical drawings on his screen. Without a word, she gently places her hands on his shoulders, squeezing lightly, but he doesn’t react, her touch way too familiar.
“I’m guessing this isn’t a work-related visit?” asks Oscar, his voice as calm as ever but laced with a trace of amusement; he’s not even bothering to look up at her, but rather relaxes under her touch.
“It can be,” she teases. “You’ve been in here for hours, and if that’s how I win some time with my boy…” she adds, leaning in to rest her chin on the top of his head, while her hands wrap around his shoulders from behind.
Oscar chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I know, sorry. I’ll be done with it soon.”
She tries to appear unaffected, but it bothers her a little. He’s been ignoring her for most of the day. Even though she knows that Oscar needs time for his work, that doesn’t make it any easier for her to comply. It’s already hard enough having to adjust to his calendar all year round. Having to do that when he’s at home it’s simply ridiculous.
She rolls her eyes playfully while walking around his chair, resting her back against the desk while facing him. “How soon?” she asks curiously. “It’s dark outside, and you still haven’t told me what you want for dinner.”
He glances at the clock on his laptop and winces. “Ah, shoot. I didn’t realize it was that late. Sorry,” he says again, “I kind of got carried away.”
She hums in mock disapproval. “Typical. I’m convinced you’d survive on data sheets if I wasn’t here, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, probably,” he admits with a small smirk, his hands reaching instinctively for her hips. “Alright, so what are the options?”
“Well,” she begins, carefully sliding onto his lap, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. The sudden shift in weight forces Oscar out of his focus, and he pulls off his headphones so he can hear her better. “I could order pizza,” she says, trailing a thumb lazily along the back of his neck, “Make something quick, or we could raid the fridge and hope for the best?”
Oscar tilts his head as if weighing the choices. “Pizza sounds good, but why do I feel like you’re leaning toward option three?”
She smiles, shrugging, “Because I don’t like wasting food,” she replies. “So. You coming?” the girl asks, her tone soft and inviting.
Oscar pulls back slightly to look at her, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “I just need to finish this. Can’t leave in the middle of it.”
“Yes, you can,” she cries in protest. “Come on, Oscar. You’ve been staring at this for hours. If it’s not done by now, it can wait until tomorrow.”
“Baby, it can’t,” he insists, gesturing to the printouts on his desk. “If I don’t understand the updates, I’ll go into the next test session blind. They’ve tweaked the front wing, and I need to see how the airflow changes affect the balance.”
She crosses her arms, eyeing him. “Then let me help. Two brains are better than one, right?”
Oscar snorts, shaking his head with a grin. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but unless you’ve suddenly become an expert in aerodynamics, I’m not sure how much help you’ll be.”
“Oscplain it to me then,” she challenges.
Amused, he picks up one of the papers and holds it between them. “Alright, let’s see. This here,” he points to a diagram of the front wing, “Is the new design they’ve proposed. See how the shape is slightly curved here and flared out at the edges?”
She nods, her eyes following his finger as it glides smoothly across the sheet of paper, then descends lower, to his veiny forearm.
“It’s to channel the air around the tires more efficiently,” continues Oscar, his voice patient but lightly teasing. “Turbulent air from the tires can disrupt the flow to the rear of the car, which affects stability and speed. By tweaking this part, I’m guessing they’re hoping to create a cleaner stream of airflow.”
“Great! You already know what’s up,” she jokes, her lips curving into a small smile.
Oscar chuckles, “It’s just basics.”
“Bet,” she insists, taking the paper from him, then grabbing his hands and placing them back on her waist. “Keep going. What happens after the air goes around the tires?”
His hands instinctively begin to trace the curve of her body as he continues, “Well, the clean air flows down the side pods, feeding the diffuser at the back. That’s where most of the car’s downforce is generated. It’s all about keeping a nice balance, because if there’s too much downforce, the car is slower on straights. Too little, and it can’t corner properly.”
As he speaks, his fingers tighten slightly on her waist, mimicking the precision he’s describing. She shifts under his touch, her breath hitching just enough for him to notice.
“And, baby, balance is everything. I’ll tell you that much for free,” he adds just as his hands slide over her sides, his thumbs brushing along her ribs. “You know, the car has to respond perfectly to input. Too much force in one area, and everything gets… destabilized.”
She bites her lower lip absently, her eyes locked on his face. “Mhm, and what about this area?” she asks, her voice low as she guides his hands higher, molding his palms on the curves of her breasts.
His throat bobs as he swallows, but he keeps talking, his tone steady even as his pulse quickens. “That’s like managing weight distribution. Every shift changes the dynamics. You’ve got to be… very gentle. And precise.”
His hands squeeze her gently before letting them roam lower now, gripping her thighs, and she lets out a soft gasp just as Oscar adds, “But sometimes, you need more force,” he says, his fingers pressing more firmly into her skin. “Especially when you’re going through high-speed corners. It’s about finding that sweet spot where everything works in harmony,” he pauses, his eyes flicking to hers. “You follow?”
Oscar’s lips twitch into a knowing smirk, and for a moment, he forgets about his diagrams and work entirely. The room feels somehow smaller than it actually is, warmer, the technical jargon fading into the background as his focus shifts entirely to her.
She looks at him, while adjusting her position on his lap. The slight push forward sends tiny, yet intense sparks through her body, and her breath hitches again.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her voice laced with feigned innocence, “I’m getting there.” Oscar smiles again at her words, but before he can say anything, she continues, her hips moving ever so slightly against him. “But,” she breathes, leaning closer, her lips brushing against his ear, “I think I need some additional explanations, though.”
The air between them grows heavier, and Oscar exhales slowly, his control fraying at the edges. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice dropping as his lips ghost over hers in a shallow kiss, teasing but not giving her everything. “I can do that.”
She hums in response, the sound dissolving into a soft gasp as his fingers dig into her skin, pulling her flush against him.
“You want me to show you?”
“Mhm,” she nods, fighting demons in order to keep her whimpers inside.
“I told you about tire degradation, yeah?” Oscar presses another light kiss to her lips, pausing just long enough to make her chase him for more. Which she does. “You don’t want to overheat,” he says, his hands moving down her sides to anchor her hips. “But if you’re too cautious, you won’t get the performance you’re looking for, either.”
She lets out a shaky chuckle, her hips grinding subtly against him. “Makes sense,” she nods, her voice breathy and full of need.
Oscar lets out a soft groan, as her movements on top of him send a rush of heat through him.
“When I’m in the car, I need to push just hard enough to stay in control,” his hands slide to the curve of her waist, guiding her rhythm, “But not so hard that I lose grip entirely.”
Her moan is quiet, but it cuts through the charged air between them. She tilts her head back slightly, her lips parting as the friction builds. “Oscar…” she breathes, her voice trembling.
His jaw tightens, his restraint wavering as her hips move against him more purposeful under his careful guidance. “See?” asks Oscar rhetorically, his tone rougher now, “You’re getting it. Find the sweet spot, and everything just… clicks.”
She leans forward, her forehead pressing against his as her breathing grows heavier. “We’re still at the basics?” she asks, her lips brushing his as she speaks.
Oscar smiles, though his own composure is clearly slipping. “Not really. It takes time and patience to perfect the technique. It took me lots of practice,” he says proudly, his voice thick with desire.
She laughs softly, the sound quickly dissolving into another quiet moan as he presses her even closer, his hard length straining against her through their clothes. His lips finally capture hers fully, the kiss deep and consuming, as if he can’t hold himself back any longer.
She cups his jaw, pulling his face toward hers, and presses her lips to his in a firm kiss, while his hands are slipping up to hold her more securely. Without breaking their connection, Oscar’s hand fumbles for his laptop and, with a practiced ease, he grabs it and shifts it onto the windowsill on their left. At the same time, his other arm wraps around her, lifting her as though she weighs nothing and settling her on the smooth surface of his desk. As a result, some papers flutter to the floor unnoticed, minor casualties of the heated atmosphere sparking between them.
Her focus is entirely on how Oscar moves — the way his hands slide under her shirt, the cool air kissing her skin as he pushes the fabric higher. Her body arches instinctively as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of her shorts, seeking almost curiously.
“Oh,” she gasps silently, her hips jerking forward at the first brush of his fingers against her slick heat.
Oscar’s breath hitches, and a quiet curse slips from his lips. “Shit,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. “You’re soaked already. Should we work on optimal traction here or?”
Her laugh is breathless, almost a whimper, as he presses a finger inside her, curling it just enough to make her shudder. “Optimal… something,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling slightly as he adds a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her squirm.
“Ease into it, baby,” he encourages her, his focus split between the way she reacts to his touch and the growing tightness in his own body. His free hand grips her hip, holding her steady as her movements grow more animated by the second. “Too much too fast, and you’ll spin out before we get to the apex, remember?”
She tries to reply, but all that escapes her is a high-pitched moan as his thumb brushes against her clit. And then his name, like an intense prayer dripping from her lips.
The sound of her voice, breathy and pleading, sends a jolt straight through him, his arousal pressing almost painfully against the fabric of his pants.
His lips twitch in a half-smile, though there’s a rough edge to his voice when he speaks again. “That’s it,” he says, his fingers working her with practiced ease. “Controlled inputs. Smooth handling. The sweet spot.”
Her body responds to him as usual, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as a broken cry falls from her lips. “Oh my—Oscar,” she gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders for support.
Oscar exhales sharply, his jaw clenching as he fights to keep his composure. “Fuck, I know. I know,” he mutters under his breath, the sensation of her squeezing his fingers making his mind wander. He imagines how good she’d feel around his cock instead, warm and tight, pulling him in and driving him to the brink.
The thought nearly undoes him, and he grips her hip tighter, guiding her as she rocks against his hand. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he says, the words slipping out in a low rasp. “Yeah, look at you.”
Her head tilts forward as her moans grow louder, her movements more frantic, almost never enough for her to relax. She watches through her eyelashes as his fingers pump in and out of her pussy without hesitation, feeling the tips putting pressure inside with each stroke. “Please. Feel so good,” she moans softly, her voice breaking, alerting Oscar that she’s close.
“I hear you, love. Come on, then,” he says, his tone both encouraging and commanding. “I’ve got you.”
It is his voice that pushes her over the edge. He sounds like he is utterly intoxicated by her and the way her body responds to him, always. His words seem to be covered in a generous layer of honey and equal worshipping, which drives her higher and higher. Her body tenses, and then she shatters around him, her release hitting her in waves that leave her trembling. Her cries echo in the small room, mingling with the sound of their heavy breaths.
Oscar watches her with a mix of satisfaction and awe, his fingers still gently stroking her as she slowly comes back to herself. His chest rises and falls heavily as he sees how affected she is. Gently, he withdraws his hand, his fingers glistening with her arousal. With his other hand, he brushes a strand of hair from her forehead, his thumb lingering on her cheek.
“You okay?” asks Oscar in a tender voice, a stark contrast to the rough edge it held moments ago.
She nods, a small, blissful smile playing on her lips as she meets his gaze. Her hands are easily sliding down to rest against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms.
But then her gaze drops, and her smile grows mischievous. “Are you okay?” she asks, her tone dripping with mock innocence as her hand trails down to the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.
Oscar stiffens slightly, his breath hitching when she palms him through the fabric. “Bloody hell,” he mutters.
“You know, I’d give it some attention,” she muses, her thumb tracing over his tip through the material. Her eyes flick up to meet his, playful yet wicked. “But you’re obviously so busy with work. It can wait, I guess.”
His eyes snap back to hers, narrowing slightly as he reads her intent, but before he can respond, she’s pushing him back into his chair. Oscar exhales sharply, his hands instinctively gripping the armrests as she stands, retrieves the laptop from the windowsill, and places it back on the desk in front of them.
“Stop,” he warns, his voice low, but it’s more a plea than a command.
“Stop what?” she asks in an innocent manner as she tugs her shorts back up, the fabric clinging to her curves.
Smiling, she leans down to gather the papers scattered on the floor, clearly putting on a show for him. Her movements are purposeful, the curve of her ass drawing his gaze like a magnet.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” says Oscar, almost annoyed at her audacity. “And it works.”
She glances back over her shoulder, with a playful glint in her eyes. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.”
Once she’s seated back on his lap, her thighs slick with the remnants of her orgasm, she shifts slightly, her weight settling over his aching length. Oscar lets out a shaky breath, his fingers instinctively finding her waist again, gripping her softly.
She starts scrolling through his laptop documents, pretending to focus on the technical details in front of her. “Hm, were were we? Ah, yes. Air flow dynamics…” she reads, her tone intentionally casual.
It’s pure torture for him.
Her warmth is teasing him through the thin fabric separating them, and the subtle movements of her body have his control is slipping.
Almost defeated, Oscar pushes her hair to the side and presses his lips against the sensitive curve of her neck while she keeps reading off the screen. He stopped listening long ago, too high on her simple presence. His kisses are soft at first, but as his need grows, they become much more desperate; he is hungry, after all. For her.
One of his hands slides up under her shirt, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her stomach.
“Can I slip inside?” he whispers, his voice husky and full of need.
She tilts her head back slightly, smirking at him. “Can you multitask?”
That’s all the permission he needs.
Oscar works quickly, freeing himself from his pants, just as his hand slides between her thighs, pushing her shorts to the side just enough to expose her. The tip of his cock presses against her heat, and the fullness as he slowly pushes inside has them both moaning simultaneously.
“Fuck, so warm,” he swears, resting his forehead against her back for a moment as he adjusts to the feeling.
Her body opens up for him immediately, clenching tightly around his length as he lifts her hips slightly, only to pull her back down. She’s slick, her arousal making it easy for him to glide in and out, but the tightness still has his breathing ragged.
Her head falls back against his shoulder as she moans softly, turning her head to continue with her teasing, “The coefficients and flow angles could really—”
Oscar exhales sharply, cutting her off. “Alright, fuck. I’ll finish tomorrow,” he says, his voice strained, giving in entirely.
He stands suddenly, bending her over the desk as he cups the curve of her ass, guiding her hips back onto his cock. The angle shifts, and the deep stretch makes her gasp. His thrusts are slow and measured, but the way her body clenches around him makes it impossible for him to keep it as simple as that. Gradually, he picks up the pace, the sound of their bodies joining mixing with her muffled moans.
Her elbows rest on the desk as her head drops between her shoulders, every movement pulling her closer once again. It is too much, yet still not enough. She wants to feel all of him, but then Oscar is pulling out, forcing another cry out of her.
She tries to protest by pushing back against him, and Oscar is not wasting a breath, chasing a well-known feeling as she grips at the edge of the desk. Even though he just took care of her, nothing compares with feeling of him fucking into her from behind.
The heat between them builds rapidly, their muscles tense as they chase their release. Her thighs tremble, and her breaths come in short, sharp gasps. Oscar seems to follow that sound, caressing her sides just for as long as he slips free to pull her shorts slightly lower on her thighs, for better access. His cock nudges back against her swollen clit immediately, causing her thighs to press together at the pressure. It makes Oscar see stars, driving him to thrust his hips harder at the feeling and let his cock slide along the slick, puffy folds.
When her walls clench around him, the tight, wet heat sends him spiraling. “God, baby. You feel so good,” he groans, his voice rough as he thrusts harder, his hips snapping against hers. “Always. So fucking good for me.”
The room fills with the sounds of her pussy squelching while Oscar keeps thrusting in and out, her release hitting first. The pleasure washes over her as her body spasms, gripping him tighter, and the sensation pulls Oscar over the edge almost instantly. He buries himself deep inside her as he comes, his groans muffled against her shoulder.
As they catch their breath, she looks down at her ruined shorts and laughs softly. “Well, these are done for.”
Oscar grins, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Guess we’ll add laundry to tomorrow’s to-do list.”
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pienchann · 20 days ago
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hai :3
okay so thought .
ticci toby is your bf and yall are playing around with drugs , specifically like ... "tame" stuff , yk weed and shrooms and all that . anyway . he pulls out .... dont judge me
aphrodisiacs .
so he wants you to try them , and you do !!! and they work .
too well
he's been fucking you for hours but you still want more , so he calls eyeless jack bc youve talked about threesomes w him before , and toby's all like
"i dont think i have any more cum bru"
so threesome with ej and toby while youre high off your ass from aphrodisiacs :3
thoughts ?
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E. JACK X T. TOBY X FEM!READER
Genre: Smut
Writer's note: i hope that this is what you meant! Please let me know if you liked it or if it wasn't what you expected!
WARNINGS: NSFW, drug use, dubious consent, threesome, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, oral sex, (slight) degradation, tiny bit voyeurism if you squint, cursing, stuttering(Toby tics)
You and Toby were messing around with drugs, when he shows you something you've got to try
Toby and you were messing around inside the mansion with drugs—the tame ones. You were both giggly and blushy, and so was Toby.
"I-i got s-something that m-might be more f-fun than these sh-shrooms and w-weed," he said, making you look at him with a raised eyebrow, showing some distrust.
"What is it?" you asked.
He then pulled out a small bag of pink pills.
"What are those?" you asked again, now curious.
"Aph-aphrodisiacs. G-got them fr-from some-somewhere. Thought i-it would b-be cool t-to try," Toby said.
You had never tried aphrodisiacs before, so you were a little excited to try a new drug.
"What do they do?" you asked him.
He looked at you and said, "They-they heighten y-your sense of p-pleasure. T-try them!"
You hesitated. "How strong are they?" you asked.
He shrugged and just kept pestering you to try them, so you eventually caved in and took three of the pills.
"D-do they w-work?" he asked.
"I don't feel any--Oh!" you gasped in surprise when you looked at him and immediately felt heat pool between your legs. Somehow, everything about him now seemed to arouse you, and you instinctively rubbed your legs together.
Toby took notice and raised an eyebrow. "I-it's working?"
You nodded. His voice alone sent a shockwave through you, and your cheeks flushed even more.
The stutter was so cute, you thought, it turned you on suddenly.
"H-How do we get rid of this!? I don't like the feeling anymore! It's too overwhelming!" you stammered in desperation, your body trembling.
Toby smiled and gave a cocky chuckle. "I know a way to help," he said.
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A few hours later, here he was, between your legs, fucking you like two rabbits in heat.
"F-Fuck! You-you're so t-tight!" he moaned as he thrusted into you quick and hard. You were moaning loudly, though your hand was clamped over your mouth since you both unfortunately weren’t the only ones in the mansion.
He came inside you again, for the tenth time in those few hours.
"Again, please, Toby!" you whined desperately.
Toby sighed. He was exhausted, but you still wanted more and who was he to deny his girl? Still, he felt like you’d literally drained him dry.
Then he remembered a conversation you two once had. You’d told him you wanted to try a threesome sometime.
He thought this was the perfect opportunity.
"H-hold on, b-baby. I'll be r-right b-back," he told you, pulling his pants up and stepping out of the room, leaving you confused.
When he came back, he returned with Eyeless Jack.
You looked at Toby, confused. "What is he doing here?"
Toby just grinned. "R-remember w-what we ta-talked about a f-few w-weeks ago?"
You thought for a moment before blushing and nodding.
"I’ve g-got trouble kee-keeping up, so I-I got s-some help," he said with a shit-eating grin.
You blushed harder at his words and yelped when Eyeless Jack suddenly manhandled you onto all fours.
Jack looked at her for a moment before chuckling. He pulled his pants down and aligned himself with your entrance. Toby positioned himself in front of you and gently pushed your mouth onto his cock while sitting back against the bed’s headboard. Jack pushed his length inside you--he wasn’t thick, but he was long, very long.
You moaned around Toby’s cock as Jack started thrusting from behind. Jack was groaning and breathing heavily, while Toby was also moaning, his head tilting back in pleasure.
"F-Fuck~! So good! Y-You g-get off on b-being used b-by two g-guys like a s-slut?" Toby laughed breathlessly.
"I-if I’d kn-known you’d a-act like t-this while h-high and ho-horny, I w-would’ve fed you aphrodisiacs a long t-time ago."
You clenched tightly around Jack at those words. Jack felt it and slapped your ass, making you squeal.
"F-Fuck~! I’m c-cumming!" Toby moaned as he finished in your mouth. He pulled you off his cock by your hair and sat back beside you two.
Jack was going hard and fast, his thrusts now wild and sloppy as he neared his own climax. You moaned loudly, not holding back anymore.
Jack groaned, low and rough, and finally came deep inside you, giving a few more hard thrusts before stopping.
Your eyes rolled back as you panted, shivering from the overstimulation.
Jack slowly pulled out, making you wince at the sensitivity. Toby gently patted your head as you fell asleep, utterly spent. The two boys exchanged a satisfied high-five.
Seemed like this wouldn’t be the last time...
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