are we still friends? / oscar piastri x fem!reader
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syn: you meet oscar piastri through magui, your best friend, who's been dating lando for months now. at first it's perfect—the four of you are close, unmistakeable and undeniable. as the season goes on, your relationship with oscar builds all whilst his falls apart with lando. the further they push apart, the higher tension builds between you and magui, until one race, one turn, and one crash later, everything finally falls apart.
a/n: based on this req! felt like this was more of a platonic magui x reader than anything LMAO
face claim: olivia ponton (as per request)
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ynln first f1 race! (i've got no clue what's going on)
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magui_corceiro honestly me too
lando @/oscarpiastri will teach you
oscarpiastri when did i agree to that
mclaren We'll gladly put up some kind of intro course for you!
ynln @/magui_corceiro lets go
user1 got the whole mclaren team in this comment section LMAO
lando and ynln added to story
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f1 Strong contention this season between McLaren teammates Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri. The gap between points are less than 10, and now the real question is: who will land on top?
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mclaren Papaya on top 🧡
user2 piastri's got a new girlfriend, might motivate him more LMAO
user3 omg who??
user2 @/ynln apparently
user4 isn't that magui's best friend? lmfaoo two best friends dating two teammates that's crazy
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ynln life recently
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magui_corceiro love this 🤍
ynln love you xx
user5 oscar piastri liking???
user6 piastri's literally in the third pic are you blind
user5 but that might not be him
user7 that is SO him
user8 praying we get more pics of op81 without his team kit on through you
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f1gossip Teammates Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri seem tense as things heat up these past few race weekends. Sources state that while their girlfriends are close, the McLaren teammates have had trouble even holding a conversation!
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user9 knew this would happen omfg
user10 we don't need a repeat of brocedes please 💔
user11 but if their girlfriends are close it means they probably go out together often no??
user12 hope it doesn't affect those girls either...they're so cute together
user13 magui and yn are locked in for life, i doubt their boyfriends beefing over the wdc is gonna change that
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ynln bits and pieces
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magui_corceiro you're the cutest in that first pic ❤️
ynln you're the cutest in the second!!
oscarpiastri ❤️
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user14 landoscar divorce where?? they look fine in that pic
user15 this is PR no doubt...trying to make things look okay
user16 why would they oscar's gf to do pr stuff? that's kinda weird
user17 you never know
f1 THE MCLARENS COLLIDE IN AUSTIN! Turn 1 at COTA and both McLarens crash, causing a double DNF in the very first lap. At this critical moment in the championship, neither McLaren drivers look happy with this outcome.
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user18 ohhh shit this is getting worse
user19 they'll absolutely hate eachother by the end of this
user20 they probably already do...remember how close they were before?? always going out together with their gfs
user21 no more double dates ig LOL
user22 that's so sad though!
user18 took papaya rules to a whole new level
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f1wagsgossip INTERVIEW WITH Y/N L/N ON MAGUI CORCEIRO!
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user23 this is sadder than any other f1 divorce 💔
user24 NOOO MY GIRLS </3
user25 let's be real we all saw this coming
user26 doesn't make it any less sadder
one year later
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ynln leo making a surprise apperance @/alexandrasaintmleux
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alexandrasaintmleux ❤️❤️❤️
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user27 LEOO OMG
user27 her and alex are the best omg!! best ferrari and mclaren duo
user28 literally! don't think any other duo would top them
user29 i can think of one...
two years later
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ynln Guess what? 💍
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oscarpiastri Don't have to guess ❤️
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f1 HUGE CONGRATULATIONS!
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alexandrasaintmleux The cutest! Congrats!
ynln Love you x
user30 awh her and alex!! best duo of the paddock!
user 31 but not the first </3
lando Oscar finally stepped up!!!! Happy for the two of you
ynln LMAO
mclaren Officialy part of the papaya fam 🧡
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user32 FINALLY!! BEST ANNOUNCEMENT TO WAKE UP TO
user 33 awh i rememeber the amount of drama from that first season they started dating </3 look how far they've come
magui_corceiro Congratulations ❤️
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PAIRING ♥︎ soundcloud!rafe x ex-girlfriend!reader
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ never date a wannabe soundcloud rapper. you find out that your ex-boyfriend has put a drunken voicemail you sent him on one of his songs, and when you go over to confront him, it turns out like it always does.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ i found this in my fic idea folder from JULY and i thought it was a funny idea 😭 anyway i picture him with drew's bleached hair cause i thought it was fitting.
જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
you and rafe had been together on and off for two years now. things would be going well, but then he'd do something to piss you off or screw up in some other way, you'd dump him and swear that 'this was the last time!' and then end up in his bed two weeks later and you'd kiss and make up.
but this time, you really meant it. really. it had been three weeks since you broke up with him after he'd forgotten another one of your dates; and you were officially done with him. he was too toxic, and he was bad for you; rafe didn't deserve you. he wasn't good enough for you.
after spending another weekend partying with your friends, trying to forget about rafe, you were back at work on monday, the perfume counter situated next to the register not making the incessant pounding in your head any better. luckily, mondays were slow days.
your phone screen lit up with a message from one of your friends, and when you opened it up, it was a soundcloud link along with the message that read "omfg is that you?"
you furrowed your brows, taking one of your airpods out of the case and putting it into your ear, clicking the link and pressing play, a gasp leaving your lips.
"rafe... i miss you." you heard your low, drunken voice murmur, "i wanna be with you again. but i don't. i hate you so much... you're such an idiot..."
that was then followed by rafe starting to rap mediocrely, and you yanking the airpod out of your ear. how dare he?
you'd basically stormed out of work, your anger simmering as you pulled up outside the cameron home, your fist pounding against the door.
"rafe! open the fuck up!" you shouted, only to be left unanswered. you grabbed the fake rock you knew mr. cameron stored the spare key, unlocking the door yourself and letting it slam shut as you rushed up the stairs, your fists clenched.
and when you pulled open the door with your eyes narrowed, they fell upon rafe, sleeping blissfully in his bed, the sight enraging you even more.
"wake the fuck up!" you shouted, pulling the blanket off him, your eyes flickering to his morning wood before focusing back on his face, rafe's eyes starting to flutter open.
"damn, baby." he mumbled in a low, raspy voice that would usually cause shivers to run down your spine, "you miss me that much, huh?"
"what the fuck is this?" you held up your phone, open on the song, rafe's lips widening into a sleepy grin, "you like it? made it just for you." "no, i don't! what in your chipmunk-sized brain made you think i would ever like you putting my voicemail in your shitty ass song?!"
"woah, just because you're mad at me doesn't mean you can diss my art. the song just didn't feel right until i put your message in it. that shit gave it actual meaning, y'know?"
rafe reached out to grab something from his nightstand, and when you saw his vape in his hand, you slapped it off his hand onto the floor, "it's not art, it's an invasion of privacy, dumbass! i never gave you permission to use it!"
"c'mon, i thought it was sweet..." rafe's larger hand took yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your knuckles with his thumb, tugging you closer, "i miss you too..." "rafe, delete it. seriously."
"aight, fine, i'll delete it... don't get all worked up." he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss there, "lemme make it up to you." you raised your brows in disbelief at his boldness, "you really think i wanna fuck you after you put my voice in your song without my permission?"
"i know you haven't gotten laid in three weeks..." "and how would you know that?" "well, i know you at least haven't gotten properly fucked in three weeks." rafe tugs you onto his bed, bringing your hands to his warm, chiseled chest, "nobody touches you like i do. we both know that."
"yeah, and no one makes me as angry as you do..." you murmured, your fingers tracing his abs, biting down on your lower lip as rafe looked at you with a lazy grin, sitting up and bringing his face closer to yours, lips only inches away from yours, "but that only makes it hotter, doesn't it?" he whispered.
and if you had been any smarter, or any less horny, you would've pulled your hand away and stormed out. but instead you dove forward, your lips crashing against his.
rafe's head was between your legs, your hand holding onto bleach-blond strands of hair as if for dear life, your brows knitted together, rafe's one of rafe's hand gripping onto your thigh.
"f-fuck, rafe..." you mumbled as you felt him give a sharp suck to your clit, his fingers diving in and out of you causing an obscene squelch to echo in his room, your cheeks warm with embarrassment, "you're so fucking wet... all for me, hm?" rafe's words vibrated through your body at the same time as his long fingers hit that spongy spot inside you, your back arching off the bed as a loud moan left your lips.
"i'll take that as a yes." "s-stop being a s-smartass..." you tugged on his hair, only for rafe to pull back from your pussy, giving it a sharp smack that made you gasp, "don't tell me what to do." rafe said warningly before diving back between your legs, fingers pushing back into you, his tongue circling around your clit teasingly before he gave it another teasing suck.
you arched into his mouth, the hand that wasn't in rafe's hair clenching the sheet underneath you, "god, rafe…" you mumbled, your legs shaking even as he held onto you.
the pleasure tingling in your abdomen grew with every lap of his tongue, with every gentle nip on your folds, with every curl of his fingers inside of you, your clit throbbing as rafe sucked on it, unintelligible whimpers leaving your mouth, "rafe…" you whined, practically grinding into his mouth, chasing the pleasure he was giving you, "fuck, rafe…"
your walls started clenching, spasming around rafe's thick fingers with the force of your orgasm, the pace of his fingers slowing down to help you ride it out, "did so good for me…" he mumbled as he took his fingers out of you, climbing up your body, "open."
your lips parted and as rafe pushed his fingers into your mouth, you could taste yourself at the same time as you felt rafe thrust himself into you, gasping around his digits.
and when rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth, you felt him pull out of you, a string of saliva connecting his fingers with your lips. "such a good girl…" he murmured, pulling another gasp out of you as he thrust back into you.
the next day as you laid in your own bed, you checked the link your friend had sent you, and the song was gone, a sigh of relief leaving your lips.
but just as you were about to put your phone away to start getting ready for work, you got a message from rafe; it was another soundcloud link followed by a text that said "you happy now?"
you chuckled softly, putting one airpod in your ear and clicking the link. and this time, when you pressed play, it wasn't your drunken voicemail.
"god, rafe..." you heard yourself moan on the track.
and the scream you let out was so loud it might've reached his house.
Summary | Cassie McKay has 4 different ways of dealing with you in the kitchen that heat up as the water temperature rises.
WordC: 1.3K
Warning | Tags: +18!, explicit nsfw at the end, teasing, edging kind of, Reader receiving but still gender neutral, Cassie kind of ignores medicine and uses another technique when you burn your finger.
I lost all my shame in this omfg
Cold
It had been a tiring day, you knew that because you had worked with Cassie on the same shift and what a crappy day it had been, you were sure you just wanted to throw yourself on the couch and let the world take you away.
But when you got home, you found yourself going to the kitchen to make something to eat, simply because your stomach had been growling loudly on the way home.
Cassie walked past you and said nothing, opening the refrigerator to get a glass of water. She hadn't said much since you left the hospital.
“Do you want anything too?” you ask, looking at her as you prepare a very simple sandwich, but one that will be enough to sustain you today.
“No, I'm going to bed now,” she says without looking at you, and leaves after taking a sip and leaving the glass in the sink.
Your eyes follow her, but you don't say anything.
Room Temperature
Cassie sees you cooking and forces her arms to sit on the counter next to you as you wander around the kitchen with a cloth on your shoulder.
You look at her and give a small smile as you move.
“What are you going to do?”
“Baking a cake.” She tilts her head slightly, looking at you, her hands on the edge of the counter. You don't usually bake sweet things because she doesn't do sweet things. “For Harry.”
Your answer makes her smile. “That makes sense.”
“He's coming today, right?”
“Yeah, his dad is bringing him in an hour.”
“Cool.” You reply briefly as you stir the batter.
Cassie looks at you again after your short reply, sensing something else in your tone.
“What?”
“Uh?” You look up at her.
“You said that in a weird way.”
“Just hate the guy.” You admit, and she laughs.
“You're not the only one.”
“I'll throw the cake at him if he tries to invite himself inside again.” You stir the batter a little more after your confession.
“It's not like I would let him in anyway.”
She murmurs and leans forward to give you a little smooch. You see her and lean in for the kiss too.
“You could also make that... what's it called? The one with little tomatoes and looks like bread.”
You smile, looking back at her. “Harrison likes that too, right?”
She pauses for a moment. “Well, probably.”
“Just like his mother, huh?”
“Of course.” She says and stays with you as you keep baking.
Warm
“Fuck!” You grumble after feeling your finger getting hot.
You didn't see that the pressure cooker was already releasing steam and accidentally ran your finger right over the valve, burning it slightly.
Cassie appeared after hearing your complaint. “What's wrong, my love?”
She approaches, placing one hand on the counter beside you, looking at you and quickly understanding what happened from the way you wave your finger in the air.
“Did you burn yourself? Badly? How is it?”
“No, I think it's just a graze, I pulled my finger away quickly.” You walk past her as you speak, take a few steps, and are already running your finger under the tap.
“Let me-”
She doesn't even finish speaking, she reaches your side, leaning one of her knees against your leg while leaning part of her body against the counter, one of her hands goes to your wrist and she brings your finger close to her mouth.
She stares at you intensely for a moment before opening her mouth wide enough to put your burned finger in it.
You feel the moisture and the way she seems to make a point of using her tongue to replicate the momentary relief that running water would bring to the burn.
Her eyes remain on you, studying your expression, she doesn't hide how much she likes what she sees.
She sucks your finger, wetting it even more before pulling away with a popping sound when she hears the oven timer beeping.
“Something is calling you.” she says, leaving your finger cooling in the air as she holds your wrist. “I'll get some ointment, pay more attention.”
Boiling Point
You know Cassie has something on her mind when you see her reflection in the glass of the cabinet, she has a smug look on her face, one arm resting on her hip, lifting her white shirt a little too tight, along with the short pajama shorts that almost make you die every time she wears them.
"What are you doing?"
She asks, leaning her back against the counter, looking you straight in the eye.
"Dough and-"
"Are you using the stove?" She interrupts you.
"No."
You automatically take a step to the side, so as not to stand in front of the stove, understanding that she would want to use it based on the question.
“Good.”
But Cassie moves one of your arms that was mixing the dough on the counter and positions herself in front of you, her eyes half-lidden.
"Too busy?" You can already notice the anticipation in her tone of voice, as she has already started teasing you.
“Why?”
She slides against the counter, lowering herself enough to kneel on the floor.
“I asked if you are too busy.” She repeats it with a more authoritative tone, and you gasp as you notice her eyes looking up at you with such desire.
“No.” You speak a bit too softly. “No, I'm not.”
She smiles contentedly at your response, her hands sliding from your heel to the inner part of your thighs, making slow back-and-forth movements. You could already feel how her actions were affecting you very quickly.
Cassie straightens her back, standing up straighter as she moves her hands over your shorts and uses her fingers to untie the bow on your waistband.
She looks at you when she is able to untie, a smirk on her face as she lowers the shorts and lets them fall down your ankles.
"Cold?" Cassie whispers with a hoarse voice as she approaches your thigh.
“No.” You sigh as you respond, your eyes so focused downward that you don't even touch the bread dough you were preparing with your fingers anymore.
You don't need to do anything, not even spread your legs wider, Cassie does the work for you, she licks the inside of one of your thighs before actually touching you with her tongue.
You sigh heavily and she looks at you the same way as before, your sounds only giving her more energy to continue.
It's slow and deliberate when she starts, you can even feel her breath against your skin.
"Damn it, Cassie."
You sigh and clench your hand into a fist, lightly tapping it against the counter, since you realized you can't run your fingers through her hair when your hand is full of wheat flour.
She hums in content, moving her eyes back to you, she starts to use her tongue more.
As her hands slid from your hip upwards, touching your stomach under your shirt, she lightly squeezed with her fingers and you couldn't contain your voice again, your head going back.
The sound and the sight make her step back slightly and look at you, smiling.
"Can we take this to the bedroom or do you have to focus on that?"
You breathe heavily when you open your eyes and move them down to look at her, your forehead sweating cold.
You don't need to give an answer, she already knows, she smirks at you while slowly moving up in front of you, leaving a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before slipping under your arms, leaving you breathless and your pants on the floor.
Jack/Samira/Robby/Reader anon here, and I just finished reading your Christmas fic, and man, I don't know if it's intentional or not, but I am loving the dynamic that is being built every fic. I know you said it doesn't really have plot, but I personally feel like there is plot being built with every post.
One specific comment stuck out to me, about the bed. Would you be open to writing a drabble of them accidently breaking the old bet, having to go shopping and choose a king sized bed for the cabin, building it, and then breaking it? (mostly just the last part...)
(i love when im like okay cool quick lil 600-700 word drabble and then i strt writing and then it wends up being 1500 words)
bestie you are always in my inbox with the best thoughts omfg. the only reason i didn't write this sooner was cause i was sharing a room with my parents for the past week but i've been thinking
tw - smut under the cut
When it happens no one is really surprised. The bed wasn't unstable, but it definitely rocked with each motion, and not even the dirty ones. Even when Robby was single, the old wooden slates would creak each time he moved his body in the bed. Now, it really was struggling to hold the weight of four grown adults who do heinous things to each other that involve the headboard slamming into the wall. Robby's actually surprised that they haven't left a hole in the drywall yet.
Replacing both of the beds in the cabin had been on the list of things to do, but you'd been more preoccupied with turning Robby's sad bachelor pad into a homey place for the two of you meaning that it just kept getting pushed and pushed. Until...
Your old men were both coming off a week straight of work, while you and Samira were in the middle of a few days off. This resulted in the two of you electing to pamper them for a day or two before you had to go back. You'd driven, practically throwing Jack out of the drivers spot because of his chivalrous nature.
"You know, Jack, at a certain point, not letting me drive is just misogynistic."
Jack snorts, "It's not that I don't trust you. I like to be drving when I'm in the car. I don't even like Robby in the front seat."
Robby, however, had no such qualms, stretching his long legs out on the centre console while Samira rests her head in his lap. He's not paying attention to your conversation, readers on as he swipes through whatever book he downloaded onto your e-reader as his hand lightly scratches at Samira's scalp whose eyes are already closing.
"Go be passenger princess, doll," you emphasize the nickname he uses for you, "Go nap, daddy will get us to the cabin in no time."
Eventually Jack relents, walking around the car to the seat next to you. You start the engine once you hear his seatbelt click, looking back in the rearview mirror.
"How long till those two pass out?" you ask as you start to back out.
"No chance they're awake by the time we hit the freeway."
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Some time later, you and Samira decide to reward your old men for working so hard.
You've got Jack under you as your leaning forward, using the headboard for leverage as you spear yourself on his cock. His stubble scratches at your chest as his face is buried in your tits.
Samira is in the exact same position - sorta. The plan was to ride the ER cowboys like god intended, which you were doing grunting as Jack's fingers dug into your hips to guide you along his shaft. Except Samira hates being on top. You'd told her she didn't have to, but she'd insisted.
Now, she was whining on top of Robby, hands braced on his shoulders as she tries to bottom out.
"Fuck, Robby, I think-I think, you're too big like this," her voice is strained.
It's not the first time Robby's heard that, "Yeah, princess? Gimme a second."
Robby is always careful during vaginal sex, it's too easy for him to really end up hurting his partners. He reaches down to get a fist between their bodies, creating a barrier for Samira that prevents her from going all the way down. His cock pulses at the touch, spurred on by the sound of your moans just a few feet away.
"There, sweetheart, try that."
Samira tries again, digging her knees into the bed as she rises up with no problem, but crying out when she slides down again. She whines, still uncomfortable but she gives a few more valiant bounces that make Robby's head fall back against the pillow. Meanwhile, he know's you've had your first orgasm by the way your shouts reach a crescendo.
"Everything good over there?" Jack asks as you're catching your breath, peppering kisses over his jaw.
"Think Mira's giving up," you giggle.
"Not giving up," she groans, "Just - he's too big."
Robby leans up, kissing her pouty lips.
"Mira, it's okay. You're our princess. You wouldn't be able to do it even if it were Jack."
She looks at you, offended, "Yes I could."
Both Jack and Robby laugh at that.
"Yes I could!"
"Wanna switch?" you ask.
You watch as she bites her lip, clearly not wanting to let you all get away with making fun of her but also trying to find a way out of this.
And so you end up crawling onto Robby's lap with a smile as you grab either side of his head.
"Hi, baby," you say as you lean down to kiss him, reaching down to line his cock up with you entrance, "Miss me?"
"Always, kid," Robby responds, groaning into your mouth as you sink down.
You waste no time, grinding down on him as you grind on him. You know each others bodies well by now, hips rolling against each other in rhythm as you work yourself closer to the edge.
Meanwhile, Samira is still struggling, looking at Jack with pleading eyes but still to proud to tell Jack he was right.
Jack sighs, "C'mon, Mohan you're killing me here."
But he's nothing if not a gentleman so in one fell swoop he flips Samira over, not giving her any time to recover.
The slam of the Samira's back against the mattress in combonation with yours and Robby's aggressive thrusts is the bedframe's final straw.
You can't hear the creak over all the noises between the four of you, but your stomach drops as the bed gives way underneath you, clinging to Robby.
"Shit, you say, as you catch your breath, "You okay, Michael?"
You try to move slowly, trying to untangle yourself from him.
"I'm good, sweetheart. You okay?"
You nod, "No, I mean, like, is your penis okay? I was literally sitting on it. It's not... broken is it?"
He shakes his head, "No, no I think I'm fine."
"What about you, Jack?" you turn around, looking at the silver haired man, "Any broken weiners over there?"
"No," he grunts, "I'm good over here."
"Well," Samira says, lifting herself up on her elbows, "Looks like we get to go bed shopping
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"That one's nice," Robby says, pointing to one of the frames on the website.
"No Robby, that one's tacky," you respond, swiping away to look at the other options, "I'll give you a list of which ones will look good and then you get final pick."
There are fewer premade bedframe options for Alaskan kings. Jack offered to make it from scratch, but since there was currently no bedframe at the cabin, you needed something a bit quicker. Until the frame came in there would be no cabin orgies, since the double bed in the guest room barely fit two people on it anyways.
"You can stop pretending you care about my opinion," Robby says, kissing your cheek.
"I care! It's your house, you get final say."
"Our house, sweetheart," he corrects, handing you his card, "Besides whatever you pick is going to be better than my taste anyways."
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Of course, when the bed does arrive it means that it must be broken in. It's huge, more with than enough space for the four of you to spread out. So what better way to celebrate the new addition than four you all to spend a weekend wrapped up in the sheets?
"Jesus fucking Christ, you're trying to kill me Rob," Jack pants as Robby's hovered over him, slowly sliding his thick cock into the smaller man inch by inch, taking his time.
"You're such a baby, Jack," you laugh as you reach down and run a soothing hand along his lower belly, pushing down every so slightly. The added pressure makes Jack's back arch off the bed.
"Easy for you to say, your bodies are made for this shit," his face is turning red with exertion.
You and Samira share a look.
"We've both done it before Jack," Samira says, running her fingers through his curls, "In front of you."
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," Robby mutters, face completely flushed.
You kiss his cheek, feeling the warmth under your lips, "Don't be embarrased of your monster cock, Mikey. We all love it. Don't we Jackie?"
Jack doesn't answer, just moans as Robby slides deeper and deeper inside him.
You reach down, gripping the top of his dick, spreading around the precum with your thumb. Finally, Robby's hips are flush with Jack's. You reach up with your other hand, scratching your fingers through his beard, making a shiver run down his spine.
"Mira," Samira eyes snap away from where she's been entranced watching where your boyfriends are joined, "Wanna go sit on Jack's face? Give him something to focus on?"
She nodes, scrambling up the large bed. She's only wearing one of Robby's shirt's, Jacks face disappearing underneath it as she kneels on top of him.
"Now, Jackie," you say as you slide your hand down his shaft, using his precum as lube you. He bucks his hips into your hand, "If you cum before Mira does then there will be consequences."
ᯓwho☆: party boy!ℒando x retired party girl!reader (daniela from katseye as face claim!) (fluff + angst x smau)
ᯓwhat☆: after retiring from the parties because of a cheating ex, you find yourself being dragged back into "just one more" by lando, your longtime almost.....something. and when you run into your ex, lando kisses you for four reasons.
ᯓa/n☆: MY FIRST SMAU!!!! im so proud of this🥹
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i think i found someone who doesn’t make me write sad songs
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user5 is she still gonna go to parties with the drivers, lando and the girlies🥹?
↳ user4 If she doesn't I WILL cry.
sabrinacarpenter BRING THE BOYFIE TO THE PARTY NEXT WEEK!!!
↳ user13 NO YN DON'T!!!!!
yourusername
new song out now! "5 times"
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user17 WHO CHEATS ON THE YN LN FIVE TIMES 😭
user14 she deserves better omfg
user53 not to be that person but didn’t she also cheat once? 😬
↳ user49 she literally didn’t?? stop spreading things
lilyzneimer my angel doesn't deserve this :( COME OVER ILL KICK OSCAR OUT Liked by yourusername
↳ oscarpiastri I have a loving girlfriend don't I?
↳ yourusername hey atleast you have a healthy and loving relationship ...
oscarpiastri Lily and me are sending hugs ❤️ Liked by yourusername
landonorris told u he was trash!
↳ yourusername i hate when u end up right
↳ landonorris happens a lot actually
user69 She literally wrote her call out to her ex boyfriend and released it so we can all see his humilation. Queen behaviour fr. Liked by landonorris
user34 so is the landoyn ship back on orrr....☹️☹️
↳ arianagrande girl it's always been on! Liked by landonorris
↳ user28 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??
↳ user91 LANDO LIKING??????
taylorswift The lyrics were super emotional babes! Loved it and love you🩷🩷! Liked by yourusername
landonorris
party was ok not that great since @ yourusername wasn't there
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yourusername never going to another party after what i witnessed in 4k
↳ landonorris u don't love me then
↳ yourusername whos to say.. Liked by landonorris
↳ user19 Stop flirting in public challenge go!
user81 lando does NOT deserve that woman.
↳ user48 no actually that woman does not deserve Lando!
maxfewtrell Did you not have fun with me?
↳ landonorris i did but i missed yn okay...
maxfewtrell parties aren't fun without @ yourusername
↳ yourusername no more parties for little ol' yn
user35 "LET'S GET NAKED" LMAAAOOAO LANDO😭😭😭
user23 What club is that.....
user44 OKAY HANDSOME BOY AAA😍😍😍😍
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landonorris
healing my favourite girl
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yourusername ily lan <33 Liked by landonorris
↳ user63 oh this ship is SAILINGGGG!!!!
user39 STOP YN IS SO BEAUTIFUL and lando's just there
user94 "favourite girl" LANDO YOU ARE NOT SLICK BUDDY
f1wags 👀 I sense a new wag coming?
↳ user42 OH EM GEE WAG YN
yourusername thank you for letting me rest Liked by landonorris
billieeilish god i'm so lesbian for this woman Liked by yourusername
↳ user68 Us too Billie. Us too.
oliviadrodrigo Absolutely stunning! Liked by landonorris and yourusername
yourusername
just the two of us
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landonorris i love you
landonorris u wrote my name in the sand and i didnt see?? sneaky :)
Can you do Lawrence head canons with a chubby female mc who is insecure over her body
A Little Lamb
Summary: Lawrence has taken an interest in his newest, softest captive...
Headcanons & oneshot for: Lawrence Oleander (BTD2)
F! Chubby! Reader; Romantic; Fluff/Comfort; Angst; Light Smut; Dead Dove || Words: 1.4K
sorry for the short entry, lawrence is so hard to write for omfg... and i tried SO hard not to get explicit with it but yk... it's lawrence.
!! DEAD DOVE WARNING !! !! NSFW WARNING !!
Contains: Sex, dub-con, somnophilia, penetration, mild violence, mild gore
Boyfriend to Death 2: Fresh Blood is an 18+ game || Minors DNI
NSFW & SFW Headcanons:
Lawrence isn't very picky when it comes to his captives, dead or alive. But for him, his ideal victim would be someone a bit heavier and with a few unique imperfections. Y/N catches his eye almost immediately and from the first moment he sees her, he makes the decision to bring her home.
Something about the way warmth pools under Y/N's curves and rolls, the vitality thrumming under her skin... It's the very thing he finds fascinating and- dare he say- attractive. He's never been one to crush on another, but there's no other way to explain the fluttering in his chest every time he glances her way.
Clothing is no longer an option for Y/N. No baggy shirts, no loose pants. If Lawrence is feeling generous, he might leave her some underwear to cover up with, but it has to be form-fitting. He wants to see every dip and curve, every press of her flesh against the chair's surface.
He stares, but not to mock. Not to judge. He's entranced, completely smitten by the way her flesh clings to the waves of fat and muscle hidden underneath. His gaze is reverent. Adoring, even. He might even hesitate to kill her, keeping her around longer than he's kept his other victims.
"You're... soft. Delicate. Honest. So full of life. Your body doesn't lie to me. It just... is."
Lawrence loathes every little thing about himself. His voice, his personality, the way his bones poke out from the pallid stretch of skin he's forced to call his own. His body is a reminder of the physical tether that ties him to the nightmarish realm of the living.
But Y/N... She's everything he isn't. Her body is life where his is the rot that comes after. He doesn't shy away from exploring it in every way he can.
On particularly cold nights, he'll untie Y/N and sit her on his lap to keep him warm. It doesn't matter to him if she's squirming and struggling to get away from him, his arms will keep her firmly in place against him until he's finally sleepy enough to put her back in the chair.
"Hold still. I'm- I won't hurt you. Just stay here a little longer. Just... just a little more."
If he ever does end up killing Y/N, she'll linger in his thoughts for the next few months. In a way, he might hate himself for letting Y/N go so soon and will absolutely take it out on his new victim. He might make a snide remark about how they're "nothing like her", how they "lack warmth".
Lawrence’s touch is always unsteady, shaky, trembling when it trails over Y/N's skin. Not out of lust, but from awe. He treats every part of Y/N's body like something sacred and unfamiliar. He can’t decide if he wants to worship her or crawl inside her skin and disappear completely. Given the chance, he'll probably end up doing both.
He’s fascinated by how warm she feels under his hands, how her pulse seems stronger beneath the softer parts of her body. He’ll press his palms there, murmuring about how “alive” she is, almost as if trying to convince himself she’s real. As touch averse as he can be, he's surprisingly comfortable with touch when it comes to Y/N.
Lawrence sometimes finds himself fantasizing about how Y/N might feel from the inside. With how soft she is on the outside, he can only imagine how she'd feel inside. Occasionally, he'll relieve that aching curiosity by letting his fingers dip into the shallow cuts he's left on her or by squeezing her rolls rougher than he should. But sometimes, even that isn't enough...
He might initiate sex sooner with Y/N than he normally would with anyone else. It would definitely come after a few hours spent grabbing at every possible curve he can get his hands on. Breasts. Thighs. Belly. There will be finger shaped bruises come morning.
The quiet sounds of discomfort his rough touch elicits from Y/N and the way she squirms will only spur Lawrence on. But in the back of his mind, he's torn between killing her right then and there or taking a more... carnal approach. All he knows is that he needs more of Y/N. This isn't close enough. It's not enough. He needs more...
He's only ever been with lifeless corpses, so his first time with Y/N is... awkward to say the very least. But his touch is no less bold. It's less about pleasing her and more about getting to be inside of her that really matters.
Whether or not Y/N gets to come depends on how generous he's feeling in that moment. Some nights, he might just be looking for something to keep him warm, spooning Y/N from behind and sleeping while still inside of her. Other nights, he'll reward Y/N with a few climaxes.
Somnophilia. Sometimes he stares at her after she’s fallen asleep, eyes hollow but soft. He looks like he’s memorizing her, waiting... But Lawrence can only be so patient. Sometimes, he just can't wait. Whether or not Y/N is a light sleeper, Lawrence will grind himself against her again and again, dreaming of the day that the two of them can finally fuse into one another, no longer knowing where one ended and the other began.
More often than not, Y/N will wake up to a mess come morning.
He might be sterile, but that doesn't stop him from fantasizing about how perfect Y/N might look, round and full of his child. He'll spend literal hours with his eyes locked on the curve of her stomach. "What a lovely cradle to have..."
Even when he’s gone too far — when she’s left marked, breathless, or trembling — he looks almost ashamed. He’ll clean her up carefully, almost penitently, whispering that he “just wanted to see” what it felt like to be close to something alive.
Oneshot:
Decay.
The one constant that Lawrence clung onto like a vice.
The one thing in this cold, uncaring world that offered some sense of belonging. The become one with the soil, to be accepted... It was that very beauty that Lawrence was trying so desperately to share with his Y/N.
But she just wouldn't listen.
No, she just had to fight and cry and squirm. He had to do something about this before Y/N became an even bigger nuisance to him than she already was.
"H-Hold still! I'm not trying to make it hurt, I just need you to- Please, just-!" Lawrence was becoming increasingly agitated as Y/N writhed and trembled against his lap, pleading for mercy before his blade drew up a thin line of crimson across her skin. It wasn't supposed to hurt, but his hand just kept slipping the more she moved. Didn't she realize she was only making it worse for herself?
"Please! I'll do anything!"
Lawrence went deathly still as he heard her helpless pleas, a flicker of intrigue playing across his pallid features. "Anything...?" He murmured mostly to himself. His fingers stilled mid-slice, the thrumming of her pulse fluttering against him. She was going to die here anyways. But... there was no harm in indulging... right?
For a moment, he didn't speak, his intense gaze taking in the fear and desperation etched in Y/N's featires. So soft, so round...
"Let me..." He trailed off thoughtfully, shifting Y/N on his lap so that she was facing him, her supple breasts pressed up against his firm bony chest. "You're warm..." Her inviting heat seeped through the scant fabric separating the two of them and Lawrence could feel every shudder that coursed through her heavy frame.
His hands, bold and eager in their exploration, feathered down her sides, giving her rolls a gentle squeeze before his fingers traced the stretch marks across Y/N's skin. Like little streaks of lightning.
He loved the way the small ridges felt beneath his fingers, though not as much as he loved the bounce of her flesh each time she wriggled and squirmed against him.
"Can you... do that again?" He asked in a low, gravelly tone, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as his breath became ragged and labored. Y/N simply gave him a puzzled look, her discomfort obvious.
"D-Do what...?"
"Move." The words were barely a whisper now and Lawrence's hips gave an insistent buck against her as if trying to show her exactly what he meant. He was excited.
Y/N, hesitant at first, agreed only when the glint of the blade caught her eyes and reminded her of the precarious situation she was in. There was no refusing. Not if she wanted to live.
not for the reason you think. I love a non MC fic where reader isn't MC because of AU/OC reasons, author doesn't self insert or does so differently, just because the author feels like it, MC is her own separate character for the plot etc. No issue there.
But I'm baffled tbh when it comes to a certain type. Why would you even want to be the third wheel or disposal placeholder even in your imagination? Over a fictional man?🥀🥀....That a billion dollar renowned greedy ass company created to elicit strong emotions from you so you can keep paying them for months and years?....🥀🥀 Oh my God, stand UP!
The LIs looking at you 👁👄👁 watching you lament in self imposed anguish over being the side chick...in your own self ship (if you choose to ofc!)....in your own imagination...When this is canonically a multiverse type of story with infinite endings....Yet you always choose the one where you lose? Not even Xavier is this...(this is a strong word but) pathetic over Lumiere like please.
I do think MC has a strong personality but (ugh cw defending Infold🤮) the writers hands are tied here. If she's too bland, many of us would lose interest and call her a doormat pick me. If she has some personality, the people who can't relate to her are feeling disconnected which is valid but still. MC's personality is also more fluid than the writers are given credit for. The way MC acts with e.g. Sylus or even Caleb, she would never with Zayne I'd bet you anything. We're also forgetting how much of personality is shaped by our environment and circumstances so there's a good chance you're more similar than you think, yknow?
I personally like MC but she's not perfect omfg! Sitting there like oh no I could never match up to this actually very everywoman ass lady who's sometimes rude, cranky, puts her foot in her mouth, childish and fucks up sometimes. On a semi related note, it's good that MC is very obviously not some angelic paragon of virtue because that does not stop the LIs from loving her so wholeheartedly.
I also hate how the LIs are portrayed. It is a scummy thing to play around with the feelings of people you're not that into when you're in love with someone else. I'm confident in saying they'd break your heart in the short term by shutting it down from the start than long term by stringing you along. Omg. Like no wtf I'll die on the hill Zayne and Xavier of all people in the world are not having a fake relationship with you while pining for MC every second. All of them of ofc but I have to emphasise my mains. They'll be some single ass yearners instead of using you as romantic collateral damage like what kind of trash ass man do you take them for???
Okay let me end it here or I'll keep yapping but tldr; pull yourself together and stop mischaracterising the LIs so you can sit in self pity and pretend you're so unlovable even a fictional man created to do just that, mind you, would leave you when you are literally his main character. Some of the worst people I know irl have partners obsessed with them, I promise you, your main would choose you too.
