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#sir— stop being so adorable
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EVERYBODY BEHOLD THE CUTEST BOY E V E R OMG I SQUEALED, BABY MAN!!!!! NEW CYBIRD ART OF THE SILLY DROPPED THIS MORNING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY:
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patrickztump · 11 months
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patrick stump appreciation post – 8/∞ [✗]
bonus:
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hypostatic-oath · 5 months
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4.2 has officially destroyed my brain in terms of lore. Farewell, everyone, I shall join my fellow mad scholars in Aaru Village, because WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH.
If you picture someone wearing a tinfoil hat screaming incoherently while wildly gesturing and waving their arms about, you can get a pretty accurate depiction of my mental state.
Featuring: me rambling in the tags. Careful for spoilers if you choose to read them - I don't go into detail but still.
#also i discovered that I am in fact a furina kinnie#i knew already but i didn't know to which extent#also what is UP with morax. has anyone checked on morax. we should probably do that#like please spin back sir you need to talk about the dragons#he wasn't mentioned in the quest at all i just thought abt him#because in the mond quest we see venti returning the power of the anemo god to dvalin#and then in liyue zhongli straight up retired but... did he still retain his authority?#like we know he gave the gnosis away but DID HE KEEP THE GEO SOVEREIGNS POWER#zhongli stop being shady challenge#for someone who loves talking abt rex lapis he tells us surprisingly little about rex lapis#i adore him but he is sus#also CAN WE GET ARCHON VOICELINES ABOUT THE DRAGONS. PLEASE. IM BEGGING HERE.#VENTI PLS TALK ABOUT DVALIN. ZHONGLI PLS TALK ABT AZHDAHA#EI EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ELECTRO SOVEREIGN CHALLENGE#if i ask nahida to talk abt apep she'd talk 100%#nahida is the goat when it comes to intel#also THE GNOSIS LORE??? DAMN#I'm losing track of who the Descenders are. so the fourth is us#the third has had their living privileges revoked#i forgot who the first and the second were but i think they were tied to celestia?#ALSO WHERE TF IS THE TWIN#AND WHAT IS THE BATTLEPASS someone explain the battlepass to me please WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE#also WHAT IS UP WITH CONSTELLATIONS#AND WHAT IS NEUVILLETTE'S FIRST NAME#why do i feel like neuvillette is perfectly set up for a ''what is obama's last name'' situation like#''what is neuvillette's last name'' ITS NEUVILLETTE#i need to write smth about that#also SKIRK???#she did not look like i pictured her but i'll get used to it I want to see more of her#idk if i like her yet but i want to fight her
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lilyharvord · 5 months
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I need people to understand that my hyperfixation ships are limited to one thing: a man who is usually in full control of himself meeting 1 woman and losing complete and utter control over absolutely everything he does.
I just like to watch when they go full feral for a woman who could literally chew them up and spit them out, but choses to let them stick around because I don't know, it's nice to have someone carrying their bag or whatever.
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imadetheline · 1 year
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just han jisung being adorable on valentine's day
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bonus unconscious adorable squirrel impression:
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protagonistscum · 2 years
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star wars time travel fix-it my beloved
#some are great. some are not. but i love them.#my comfort au lmao#ultimate fav is luke going to the past. he has no fucking clue as to what the past is supposed to be like. i love it#even better if it is luke and leia. bc leia would actually KNOW stuff about the PT timeline#a lot are obi-wan. which is fair enough#but i love how it ranges to him being sent to being like 12 again and he's just. fuck or during the clone wars.#then there's the does he take over his past body? are there two obi-wans now?#BEN WITH LUKE..... yESSSSSSSSS#i see a lot with kid luke. i do like them. but i also adore luke just being older than anakin#also hilarious when YODA looks at luke and goes yeah. that is a padawan of mine. and never explains that is his TIME TRAVELING padawan#the fics always treat the jedi different. so some i agree more with than others but that's chill#and when i say ben i mean ben kenobi.#also love unexplained time travel that is like a one-shot but it is just SO SWEET#there is this one with luke and obi-wan and obi is just like.... this is my future padawan..... and it was just so soft and sweet?#i believe in luke going ben and yoda were my teachers. no i will not explain further#hey yoda where the fuck did luke come from? yoda just goes eh he's been wandering and now he's back. dont worry about it!#also love obi-wan who goes back to like before his was born or when his past self was a baby#there was this REALLY nice one with a time traveling vader..... sir stop kidnapping people#i also adore when the time travelers just. dont say that they are. i want them to cause shit and not explain themselves until later#love luke being able to see the jedi temple! to see the jedi as they were than what was left due to the empire slaughtering them!#any jedi going back and seeing that the other jedi are still alive and that there is a CHANCE to stop this disaster#AH that one fic where obi-wan went back and asked anakin what he would do if he know that someone was going#to commit atrocities but hasn't done them yet and anakin ANSWERED WRONG#anakin: kill them#obi-wan: so i should kill you?#and any fic where mace windu plays more significant role. i just like seeing him.#also him being able to see shatterpoints brings up a lot of interesting stuff ya know
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tiquismiquis · 1 year
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kingkonoha · 7 months
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“𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.”
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➙ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: geto x fem!reader
➙ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: you are geto’s cute girlfriend, and therefore, he’ll do anything to make sure you get whatever you want, no matter what it is.
➙ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: sfw/fluff || geto threatens concession stand workers with curses.
➙ 𝐚/𝐧: this is so silly & cute to me!
➙ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k
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Geto was a different man. The cult leader’s outrageous beliefs and interesting habits were drastically different compared to his old personality — the personality belonging to the Geto you grew up with. The Geto you fell in love with.
Sometimes, you even found yourself wondering why you never failed to stand by his side. Perhaps, it was because some things about him stayed the same.
Such as the fact that he’d do anything for you.
Just like he did today.
You and Geto walked side by side through the big and exciting amusement park, the sunset resembling a beautiful work of art with the orange and pink colors it created across the sky. Funky music played gently in the background, drowned out only by the sound of chatter and excited screams from people riding on the nearby roller coasters you just hopped off yourself.
Suddenly, you caught a whiff of something sweet. The tantalizing aroma made you whip your head to the side, and there it was.
A funnel cake concession stand.
Although the smell nearly drove you crazy, you didn’t say a word, nor did you stop walking. You only stared at the swirly dessert, dusted with powdered sugar, being given to grinning customers in line.
Having one would have been the perfect way to end your day.
Perhaps, you would have hopped in line, but just as quickly as your excitement was ignited, it was extinguished, as the worker handing out the funnel cakes suddenly pulled out a “SOLD OUT” sign.
“See something you’d like?” Geto suddenly asked, catching your attention.
“Huh?” You mumbled, snapping out of your daze. “Oh, no. It’s nothing.”
Geto suddenly came to a halt.
“Why’d you stop? What’s wrong?” Coming to a stop yourself, you tried to tug on Geto’s hand, urging him to keep walking.
Instead, he looked around at the nearby concession stands and game booths, furrowing his brows as he tried to discover which one you were staring at.
The funnel cake one, of course. You adored sweets like that.
“You wanted a funnel cake, right?” Looking back at you, he blinked plainly.
“I did, but they’re sold out.” As you spoke, a frown appeared across your face, and that was enough to make Geto turn right around.
“Hey, what are you doing?” You paused, following him. “They don’t have any left.”
“Of course they do, love.” The dark-haired man flashed a smile of false innocence your way.
Before you could ask him what exactly he meant, he was already approaching the red and yellow stand, that fake smile of his never leaving his face. Not once.
“Excuse me,” he said kindly, grabbing the attention of a male who was chatting with his coworker, who had a funnel cake of her own.
“What is it? We’re closed,” the guy said, frowning at Geto with his thick, dark eyebrows.
“I see that, and I apologize,” Geto tilted his head a bit. “It’s just that my girlfriend would really like a funnel cake. Is it possible for you to make one more?”
The worker scoffed. After working for hours upon hours in the hot sun, surrounded by enough screaming to drive him wild, he was simply tired of being nice. “Buddy, the sign says that we’re sold out. Sold out means that we don’t have any left. Come back tomorrow, ‘kay?”
“Let’s go, Geto,” once again, you tried to tug on his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. He simply ignored you.
“I know you’re exhausted, sir, and you’re probably ready to go home and get some peace and quiet, but I know you aren’t sold out just yet. You pull the sign out once there is only enough batter to make about two or three more funnel cakes because you and your coworkers intend to eat the last of them yourselves.” Geto’s smile slowly grew wider. “I’m asking you kindly to give her one.”
The other worker — who ate her funnel cake silently as she observed the interaction — suddenly chuckled, nearly coughing up her funnel cake as she did so.
“Something funny?” Geto asked plainly.
“Well, yeah,” she smirked amusingly, trying to dust powdered sugar out of her blonde side ponytail, which coated her hair during her small laughing fit. “She’s not a child. I think she’ll be okay if she doesn’t get a damn funnel cake.”
“Yeah,” the male worker looked you up and down. “Grow up, alright? No means no, now get lost.”
That was when Geto sighed.
And you knew exactly what that sigh meant, which was why it absolutely didn’t surprise you when two monstrous curses appeared at Geto’s side. They went completely unseen by anyone who wasn’t you, Geto, and the two frightened workers.
“You pathetic non-sorcerers can only see curses when your life is in danger, and you’re about to die horrifically, so I’ve heard,” Geto spoke calmly. “Now, I will ask you one last time. Will you please make my girlfriend a funnel cake?”
“L-Lisa,” the male worker — whose legs trembled violently, along with his voice, — called out to his coworker. “Go turn the fucking fryer back on. Hurry up!”
The girl scurried off, dropping her own funnel cake in the process.
“Any…Any toppings?” The terrified man gulped. “We h-have strawberries, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, powdered sugar, cinnamon sugar, cara-”
Geto suddenly put his hand up, and the man instantly shut his mouth.
Looking down at you with a smile, Geto asked, “what toppings would you like, sweetheart?”
“Hm,” looking at the worker, you grinned politely. “I’ll take powdered sugar on the funnel cake itself, but can I get strawberries and chocolate syrup in a separate cup, please?”
Instantly, the sweaty man turned around and shouted, “she said she wants powdered sugar on the funnel cake, but the strawberries and chocolate syrup in a separate cup! You got that?! And don’t put them in a goddamn cup together, but two separate cups!”
The two curses hovered around you protectively. Soon enough, Lisa returned with a beautiful funnel cake, along with all of your desired toppings, prepared exactly how you wanted it. The man handed you plenty of napkins and a fork.
“Thank you,” you beamed. “It looks great!”
“Now,” smiling your way, Geto questioned you rather casually. “Would you like me to kill them for you?”
You glanced between the curses, the funnel cake, and the workers, who both looked like they would die from the horrific anticipation alone.
“No,” you said. “It’s fine. I’m not upset or anything.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind. I’d prefer to do it, in fact.”
“I’m very happy, Geto, so there’s no need. It looks amazing!”
“Alright,” Geto squeezed your hand for a moment, and his curses vanished, appearing to melt into the ground. Geto pulled out his wallet.
“And how much for the funnel cake?”
The man simply blinked with utter confusion.
“Well, I’m going to pay you, of course,” Geto spoke again, as if it was totally obvious that a man who was willing to introduce them to a terrorizing, premature death would be willing to pay for his meal.
“Ten…Ten dollars,” The worker nervously adjusted his hat.
Handing him the money, along with a tip, the two of you politely thanked the traumatized employees.
Geto grinned happily as he watched you take your first bite out of the messy, delicious funnel cake, and when you hummed and smiled, his heart melted.
“Wanna try some?” You broke off a piece, holding it up to Geto, who bit into it curiously.
“It’s delicious. Looks like they even made some fresh batter for you. How kind of them,” Geto said.
You playfully rolled your eyes. Placing his fingers underneath your chin, Geto gently turned your head towards him. He kissed your sweet lips and smiled softly at the taste of powdered sugar upon them.
Soon after you both pulled away, you and your lover continued to make your way through the bustling amusement park, and you devoured what was, perhaps, the best funnel cake you had ever tasted.
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♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!
♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!
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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months
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Hiii! Your headcanons and memes are absolutely funny, I think this request fits you.
So instead of dog or cat (Husker) Wife reader saw her Husband walking around with the egg boys, and she pulls out the '🥺can we keep one?' and would like ABSOLUTELY not take no for an answer, she even pulls out a new dress for the egg boi to differentiate him from the other eggs.
I loved those goofy eggs so much 😭
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
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TW: Alastor being a jealous husband, Alastor being possessive of wife!reader's attention
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Okay, so it's bad enough that Alastor is stuck dealing with the eggs and he's not even allowed to crack a few of them
And he's totally not annoyed with the way your eyes lit up, and you immediately started cooing over them the moment you saw them
Of course the clumsy little things just ate it up, flexing and showing off for you, even going so far as to climb into your outstretched arms
So now they're stealing his wife from him? Those eggs have crossed a line
He skipped breakfast for this?
Alastor knows he needs to keep them away from you to keep you from getting more attached than you already are
So at the sacrifice of his own needs for your attention, Alastor makes sure to keep the eggs far away from you by keeping them close to him
Even at the cost of his sanity
Alastor hadn't even realized he left one of them behind until he came back to the hotel to find you holding one like a baby
And the little imbecile is just soaking up the attention too, blissfully unaware of the error he just made
Not even Sir Pentious can get the egg to willingly leave your embrace, the little thing stubbornly clinging to you
"No! You can't sssstay with her! You're my little egg! My minion!"
It takes much coaxing from you to get the egg to leave your side but that's far from the end of it
Every morning afterwards the egg is bursting into the bedroom and crawling into bed with the two of you
Instead of waking up to your sleepy affection, Alastor is waking up to that stupid egg babbling off to you about everything and anything
Not him shoving the egg boy off the bed and tugging you against him
Alastor eats nothing but eggs for breakfasts for the next week, there's something therapeutic about cracking them that he just can't quite put his finger on
Oh wait-yes he can
He hopes that you'll get sick of the egg boy eventually, but then you start dressing the egg up, differentiating it from the others
"Alastor look! Doesn't he look darling? He's a mini you~!"
You don't notice your husband's eye twitching
You baby that egg more than you've ever babied him and he's definitely getting jealous
He just about snaps when he hears you and Sir Pentious talking about you keeping the little egg
"Aren't you a little old for those 'egg baby' projects, my dear? You're not in school anymore."
"Oh, please, Alastor! Can't we keep him? He's already so attached to me and I just adore him! I've already named him!"
"Um...Y/N...they already have namesssss..."
"I do?"
Somehow, he manages to convince you that you don't need to keep the egg but it's by the skin of his teeth
And it doesn't stop you from spending every waking moment spoiling the egg
That should be him being spoiled by you
He starts trying to intimidate the egg whenever you aren't around but the little thing is too dense to understand it
"I wouldn't follow Y/N so closely up those stairs, one wrong step and it would be quite the nasty fall for someone as fragile as you."
"Thanks Boss!"
Not Alastor trying to crack him whenever you look away
Purposefully opening doors a little too hard in hopes that your egg is on the other side
Using his staff to nudge him out an open window...
Finding extremely dangerous tasks for the egg to do only to be disappointed when he comes back unharmed
Developing a sudden interest in baking extremely large cakes
Alastor, honey, come on...that last one wasn't even subtle
Bottom line, if you care about the egg boy then you better give him back to Sir Pentious because he won't be safe around your husband
It's an emotional goodbye but Alastor's happiness at having your attention again is worth it
It's not like you won't still see each other around the hotel, chill
He's a terribly needy man when it comes to your attention but it's just part of his charm
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I LOVE THESE LITTLE GUYS
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strawb3rrystar · 12 days
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Hazbin hotel with a bunny-like demon reader? Nsfw and sfw if possible. Love your writing btw!
Stop stealing my FUCKING CARROTS BUGS BUNNY.
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Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Vox, Valentino x GN! Bunny-like demon! Reader
Warnings: Nsfw stuff, Mentions heat-cycles, Aroace Alastor
Word count: 1.1k
✰Masterlist
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Charlie Morningstar - Rabbit species: Pygmy rabbit
Sfw:
✰ She'll 100% play with your ears if you have them! She'll have you lay your head in her lap while she runs her fingers over the backs of your ears and into/over your hair.
✰ Will probably ask you a bunch of rabbit related questions. Like, do you like carrots over lettuce? Or do you have a heightened sense of smell? Better hearing?
✰ She'll squeal every time she sees your nose twitch. She thinks it's the most adorable thing ever.
✰ Will give you bunny kisses while you are cuddling and trap you in a koala hug.
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon her to be more bottom leaning
✰ She works so hard all day, so she needs you to take control in bed
✰ I don't think you guys do anything extreme, pretty vanilla and fluffy
✰ You guys probably take things slow and use sex as a way to relax
✰ She'll 100% help you with your heat-cycle if you let her
Vaggie - Rabbit species: European rabbit
Sfw:
✰ Will let you touch her wings if she can touch your ears
✰ She was so worried the first time she heard your high-pitch squeal of distress. Turns out, Niffty accidentally bumped into you while cleaning.
✰ Her favorite thing that you do is when you thump your foot to get her attention
✰ She also finds that she's a lot more comfortable with you nuzzled into her side
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon her to be a service switch
✰ She can lean both ways, but she always focuses on your pleasure
✰ Make sure you take care of her every once and a while though
✰ Again, I don't think you two would do anything too crazy
✰ I think sex with Vaggie would be sweet and loving
Angel Dust - Rabbit species: Mexican cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Do I think he likes to pick you up and spin you around? Yes, yes I do
✰ Will let you play with his chest fluff while he plays with your tail
✰ He'll tease you in a loving way, don't be afraid to tease him back
✰ Will constantly be giving you flirtatious winks across the room and cheek and forehead pecks.
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon him being a power switch
✰ His work requires him to be the bottom in every situation, but I think he likes to be the one on top with his partner
✰ He likes to know he has complete control over his life outside of work and doesn't have to be treated like a toy all the time
✰ Since he's done every kink at least once, I think he'd be more than happy to guide you through whatever you want to explore
Husk - Rabbit species: Dice's cottontail
Sfw:
✰ You were a bit weary of him at first because cats are sometimes predators of rabbits. But you eventually warmed up to him.
✰ He was freaked out when he discovered you sometimes sleep with your eyes open
✰ You probably kick him in his sleep, but he doesn't mind
✰ He does not know how to deal with your zoomies. You guys are like the complete opposite when it comes to activity
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon him to be a service switch
✰ He can also lean both ways and doesn't mind taking a less dominant role
✰ In his mind, as long as you're happy and getting pleasure he doesn't mind doing anything at all
✰ You guys help each other out during your heat cycle
Sir Pentious - Rabbit species: Volcano rabbit
Sfw:
✰ He likes to curl up in your lap and stay there for as long as he can
✰ Will tear up if he finds you taking care of his egg bois
✰ You guys have a garden together and he makes you mini bouquets of flowers
✰ He sleeps curled up next to you for warmth
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon that he's a bottom
✰ Pentious does not have a dominant bone in his body
✰ He might be a little subconscious about having two dicks, so give him all the kisses in the world
✰ You'll definitely have to take the lead because he'll be too shy to
Alastor - Rabbit species: Swamp rabbit
✰ Imagine him owning your soul and treating you like a pet
✰ Dragging you around everywhere just because he can
✰ Giving you a pat on the head if you did a good job on something
✰ Feeding you treats for the most mundane, stupidest tasks
✰ Actually addressing you as bunny or pet
✰ Keeping you on a leash so you never get away
Lucifer - Rabbit species: Omilteme cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Will wrap his wings around you when you cuddle
✰ He'll boop your nose or play with your ears at random times of the day
✰ Gifts you rubber duckies with rabbit ears
✰ Does a TON of research about rabbit behaviors and your species
Nsfw:
✰ I see him as a service switch, who is more bottom leaning
✰ Like, he LIVES to pleasure you
✰ Literally can not get off if your not
✰ He whimpers (That's all I'm saying bc Lucifer fans scare me)
Vox - Rabbit species: Desert cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Will sneak up on you an rub your ears and then tease you when you have a reaction
✰ He'll play cartoons on his screen to get you to pay attention
✰ If you thump your foot at him, he'll do it back
✰ Teases your tail until it drives you crazy
Nsfw:
✰ I headcanon that he's a bratty switch
✰ He's a tease in every sense of the word
✰ Will help you with your heat-cycle though
✰ But then he'll purposefully tease you in a public setting to turn you on
Valentino - Rabbit species: Tres Marias cottontail
Sfw:
✰ Like Vox, he also likes to tease you
✰ Will use the disadvantages of your body against you, so do it right back
✰ If you like flopping when you're comfortable, he'll join you and nuzzle his face into your neck
✰ He'll find it odd at first when he notices you like rubbing your chin on him. So he'll ask Vox why you do that, once he explains Val will be very honored you do that.
Nsfw:
✰ This man can not top you
✰ Kiss your dreams of being dominant goodbye
✰ Will make you cum over and over again until he satisfied
✰ 100% will help you with your heat-cycle
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Star's notes -> I did WAY too much research on rabbits for this
(Thank you, @lovely-dove69 for requesting!) (Requests are open!)
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lightsoutletsgo · 19 days
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pretty girl — op.81 (18+)
pairing: oscar piastri x plus-size!reader
word count: 5.1k
warnings: 18+ !! body insecurity, SMUT SMUT SMUT, ABSOLUTE UTTER FILTH; spanking, use of 'sir', creampie x 2 (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy !!), oscar eating you out after cumming inside you, squirting, light choking, Oscar has an obsession with calling you angel, wayyyyy too many pet names @jamminvroomvroom I'm not sorry in the slightest jas 🤭 enjoy! mwah ₊˚❀.ೃ࿔*:・
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You weren’t sure how it had started. Maybe it was the pressure online. Maybe it was the ‘fans’. Maybe it was just your own damn mind, but something was eating away at you. It wasn’t Oscar though. Never Oscar. He loved you to no end, treated you like royalty, looked at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky and created the moon with your own hands. 
But sometimes even Oscar’s adoration and affection couldn’t stop the voices in your head from creeping in and planting the seeds of lies in your head; ‘he could do so much better’, ‘you’re not enough’, ‘you need to be better’, ‘you’re not worth his time’, ‘he’s with you out of sympathy’. 
You pulled up your t-shirt and stared at your underwear-clad body. You frowned and glared at your reflection in the mirror, before poking your stomach once again. You turned to the side and noticed how much bigger your thighs were than they had been a few months ago. Your eyes were drawn to the stretch marks that decorated your hips and upper legs, courtesy of your body growing too quickly to keep up with itself. You spotted every single speck of cellulite or mark that made your body look imperfect. 
You looked disgusting. 
At least that’s how you felt. 
You hadn’t always felt like this either. Once, there had been a time when you loved your body, your curves and all of your flaws. But dating a professional athlete, especially one as visually perfect as Oscar, meant you were prone to hate. It had started with a few small comments, that eventually grew into a whole flood of messages and abuse that just got too much. You had let it get to you.
You weren’t yourself anymore. Even you could see that. You didn’t smile as much anymore, and when you did, the smiles weren’t real. They were fake. You felt like you were living from one day to the next, not sure when you woke up the next morning whether you were thankful for that or not. You hardly left the house anymore. Your friends all seemed like the flawless poster girls and you were the odd one out. You’d even begun to push Oscar away from you, instead choosing to lock yourself away. 
Skipping meals had become a regular habit and it was no longer uncommon for you to spend up to twelve hours a week in the gym. It wasn’t just your weight and figure though. When you were out with Oscar you didn’t feel like you looked good enough to be able to stand next to him, let alone hold his hand and walk with him through the paddock in front of all those cameras. Today was day three of you being completely incommunicado with the outside world, and Oscar was worried about you. He had called you and texted you but there was no answer. He called your friends who all said that they too were worried and hadn’t had any answer from you. 
So there you stood in your underwear wearing one of the few of Oscar’s oversized t-shirts that fitted you, pulled up to your chin whilst you inspected and scrutinised your body. You hadn’t noticed the front door unlock, or heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. You heard your bedroom door open and you turned to see Oscar. He visibly exhaled as he saw that you were okay. But then he noticed. How red and puffy your eyes were from crying and how big the dark bags that lined your eyes were from lack of sleep. He slowly made his way across the room to stand in front of you.
You looked down at the floor unable to make eye contact. You felt embarrassed that he was seeing you in this state. You attempted to pull his t-shirt down to cover your thighs as you felt his gaze travel up and down your body. He grabbed your wrist, and brought it up to his lip as he kissed the inside of your wrist. He gently kissed up your arm and over your shoulder before kissing along your collarbones and up your neck. He stopped once he got to your lips and pulled back to look you in the eyes. His heart broke as he watched one single tear trickle down your face and then another and another until eventually your whole body was wracking with convulsive sobs. He pulled you into his chest tightly and held you close. 
Neither of you were sure how long you stood there for, but that didn’t matter. In that moment, all you needed was him, and he was more than happy to provide the comfort you needed. Once your crying had subsided he led you to the bed. You both led down, his arms wrapped around you as you led on his chest. “Y/N?” He said gently, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to help soothe you. “Yeah?” You said sniffling and snuggling into him more. “You know that I love you more than anything right?” He said, staring down at you and kissing the top of your head. You gave a weak scoff, “Yeah right…” Oscar squeezed you tight “I do!” You pulled away from him and sat up “Why?” “Because-“ He started, “Because I’ll tell you why you shouldn’t. I’m disgusting Oscar. I’m fat, I have stretch marks and my thighs are covered in cellulite. I don’t deserve you Osc can’t you see that? Your fans hate me and it’s making me hate myself!” You finished, slightly out of breath and you felt a new wave of tears fall from your eyes. Oscar sat up so you were sitting opposite each other. “Stop.” He commanded, “I don’t wanna hear anymore of that.” He spoke almost angrily; you looked up at him to meet his gaze. He looked like he was about to cry too, “You’re beautiful, angel, can’t you see that?” He said his voice cracking as he reached for your hands, “So what if you’re squishy? I love that about you.” You frowned; slightly confused that this was your boyfriend’s attempt to comfort you. 
“Angel, I will call you squishy and you will be mine, and you will be my squishy!” He said, quoting Finding Nemo as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. You giggled at your boyfriend and he smiled, “I don’t care what my ‘fans’ say, they’re not in this relationship, it’s me and you. Your weight doesn’t matter to me. So what if you have larger hips? It just means there’s more of you to love. Plus…” he trailed off for a moment, hands moving down to squeeze your hips, “you aren’t gonna break if things get a little... rough.” He said winking at you. “Stretch marks and cellulite? Angel, you aren’t the only one who has them. Honestly you’re stunning baby.” His compliments made you look down but you smiled slightly, touched by his words.
“See, your smile is beautiful!” He said, gently lifting your chin back up to look at him. “Babe, I also know that you’ve been skipping meals, so how about we order some pizza and watch Finding Nemo?” he suggested, you nodded before leaning up to connect your lips in a sweet kiss.
“Oscar?” You said, as you broke apart, leaning your foreheads together. “Hmmm?” “Thank you.” You said sincerely before he pulled you onto his lap and began to kiss you again, his hands gently creeping underneath the hem of his t-shirt.
Oh well… The pizza could wait.
You sighed into his mouth as he gently bit your bottom lip, pulling away and tugging as his eyes darkened. “Need to see you angel… fuck please?” You nodded shyly, hands slowly dropping to the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing as Oscar’s hand comfortingly rubbed your thighs, tracing gentle circles with his thumbs. You hadn’t had sex in a while. Too terrified to let him see your body and too worried about your insecurities. The last time you’d slept together you’d asked to leave the lights off and keep your t-shirt on. Oscar had been confused and he had obliged then - but no more. He was determined to show you just how damn sexy he found you. 
Oscar noticed your hesitation. “Hold on angel” He pulled away from you slightly to pull his t-shirt over his head. “Look at my back.” He turned and sat facing away from you as your hands delicately traced over the slightly raised zigzag marks that stretched over his back and shoulders… They looked similar to the marks on your stomach and hips that haunted you. “Y-you have them too?” Your voice was quiet and timid as Oscar gave a soft smile, nodding his head, “I went through a pretty quick growth spurt when I was in school and then another one when I got into F2… I always hated looking at them too… until I realised that they were a part of my body and a part of my story of how I’d grown, become stronger, learned what my body could do and what I was capable of.” Your eyes filled with tears as he turned back to face you, “Do you love me any less now you’ve seen them?” 
You shook your head furiously, “Of course not!” “Then why do you hate them so much when you see them on yourself? Do you think I love you any less just because you have them?” Your eyes filled with tears once more as he slowly pushed you to lie down on the bed, crawling on top of you.“Because let me tell you angel… whenever I see them…” His hands dropped to the hem of your t-shirt, sliding it up to expose your hips and panties “They make me feel…” He leaned down to press kisses to the lines across your hips between each word,“ So” kiss “fucking’” kiss, “feral…” 
“Your cute tummy?” He paused to blow raspberries on your soft stomach making you squeal with laughter “adorable!” “Your thighs…” He moved back down slightly to bite at them, making your back arch and a soft moan tumble from your lips. “I think about having them wrapped around my head about 7 times a day… and fuck angel…” He slid his hands underneath your ass and squeezed, “This ass? Might just take the title of world’s best ass…” You giggled as you reach down to cup his face,
“Actually baby I’m pretty sure that title belongs to Bottas” He moved up your body and paused as he thought for a moment before nodding, “True…” He nodded jokingly before leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. He left hot open mouth kisses against your neck and collarbones, making you squirm and let out breathy moans. Distracted by how good he was making you feel, you didn’t realise his hands were moving your t-shirt up until he sat you up slightly to pull it over your head.
You fell back against the sheets wearing just your panties as Oscar knelt over you, you heard him inhale through his teeth as he drank in the sight of your soft, plush body in his bed, “Wanna take you so badly angel…” His hands were everywhere as he grabbed your hips, your thighs, your ass, your breasts. Like he couldn’t get enough of you. “Touch me please Osc” He stared down at you, smirking slightly, “Where do you want me to touch you angel?” Your face grew hot and your heart rate sped up. You knew what he wanted you to say. Even after this long it still flustered you. “Want you t-to touch m-my pussy… p-please.” He cooed at you as his hand stroked your cheek, “Good girl…” One hand dropped to your pussy as he pushed your panties to one side, a single finger trailing up your slit, collecting the arousal already dripping out of you, finger moving to his mouth in an effort to tease you - it worked.You whined and shook your hips impatiently as he chuckled lowly, “I’ve got you sweet girl…” His fingers moved back to your entrance, slowly pushing one in as more needy whines tumbled from your mouth, “Please Oscar, want it, need it!” He smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your mound, “Fuck you’re such a good girl, you know that right? My. good. girl.” He emphasised each word with a curl of his fingers to graze against your g-spot. “Oscar- Sir!” He growled at your use of that specific title and pushed another finger in, head falling back in a silent moan at how tight you feel around his fingers. “You’re so needy for me angel, hmmm?” He pouted in mock sympathy, “s’okay baby I’ll take care of you.” 
He leant over your torso, softly kissing your breasts and leaving pretty red and purple marks to decorate your chest along with your stretch marks, “So fucking pretty… should be in a museum or a gallery…” he mumbled as he admired his artwork, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, pulling him down until his forehead rested against yours. Your hips bucked up into his hand as he continued to thrust his fingers into your pussy, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit. He paused for a moment, growling at the way your panties got in the way “Oscar!” you exclaimed as he ripped them off of you, “I‘ll buy you some new ones angel, it’s fine…” He quickly pushed his fingers back into your tight hole as you felt a warm sensation growing in your lower stomach. 
“That feeling good pretty girl?” He crooned down at you almost condescendingly as his fingers sped up. Breathy moans and whiney pants were all that left your mouth as you could feel yourself climbing higher towards that peak, the coil in your stomach threatening to burst. “Such a good girl for me, so sweet angel” Oscar growled above you, “Fuck! Oscar-” you wailed out as he leant down to bite your neck, teeth nipping, sure to leave a mark. “You’re mine angel… my pretty girl…” Those words were the last push you needed as you felt your orgasm explode. Your eyes shut tightly as your legs tensed up, thighs closing and locking Oscar’s hand between them. He chuckled at your out-of-breath form and pressed soft kisses to your hairline as he calmed you down, gently praising you. “Such a good girl, you’re so beautiful angel, love you so much…” You smiled up at him, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him down to meet your lips, hot and passionate. “Want you inside me Oscar please!” You mumbled against his lips, he pulled back, stripping his lower half of his sweats and underwear, “Course angel... “ Your head tilted to one side in confusion when you saw him lie down next to you on the bed. He patted his thighs, “Want you to ride me pretty girl, wanna see my gorgeous girl on top of me.” You faltered as you heard his words, “I don’t know Osc I-” “Y/N,” he sat up suddenly, the use of your name showing you he was serious, “I want you to do this… Not just for me but for you too. You’re perfect my love… I love you because of who you are as a person. Your insanely hot body is just a bonus…” He grabbed your hands, gently helping you straddle his thighs. “So… come and take what’s yours angel…”
You climbed on top of him, sliding your wet cunt up and down his shaft which was throbbing against his abdomen. Hot and hard, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of him sliding into you and stretching your pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby, you want my cock in your pretty little pussy?” You whined needily, hands falling to Oscar’s chest, nails digging in slightly as you grinded even faster, “H-help please…” you begged. Oscar gently shushed you, one hand reaching down to grasp his cock and push it into you, “There you go baby, take your time- that’s it.” His hands gently caressed up and down your plush sides, gripping the flesh and relishing in the way his fingers sank into your soft hips and thighs. “Look at you… you’re fuckin delicious…” His head fell back as you sank all the way down to the hilt, a desperate moan leaving your lips at the slight sting you felt. No matter how many times you took Oscar’s cock, the stretch was always delectable. “Fuck! Your pussy is so tight… you gonna milk my cock angel?” You nodded desperately, starting up a slow rhythm, your tits bouncing slightly as your ass slapped against his thighs.
Between the two of you, the room was filled with the most pornographic noises, moans, whines, skin-on-skin and the sounds of your wet cunt. Your eyes shut as your head fell back, speeding your pace up. “Look at you… you’re a goddess, baby…” Oscar couldn’t take his eyes away from your form, a light sheen of sweat covered your body as your breasts and thighs jiggled with each firm slam of your hips. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as your lips parted, releasing the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. How could you ever think you were not beautiful? One of his hands snaked down from your hips and began to rub your clit with his thumb, making your walls spasm around him. He growled out a low moan. “Oscar… Sir!” You cried out, “gonna cum!” You nails raked down his chest as you felt his thick cock reach deep into you, tip touching your cervix. “Shit!” Oscar hissed as he felt your nails digging in, desperately grabbing onto him in an effort to keep yourself from floating away. He grabbed your hips, lifting you up and down slightly to help you keep moving on his cock. “You close? Hmmm?” You nodded, flopping down onto his chest as the burning in your thighs forced you to give out, “I’ll help you angel don’t worry,” Oscar soothed you as his hands wrapped around your back, planting his feet on the bed to begin thrusting up into you. “You feel so so good angel, such a sweet little cunt…”
You mewled in response as his hips pistoned into you. “Please, please, please, please please- oh fuck!” Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, so sudden it overtook your whole body, feeling it in every limb from your fingertips to your toes. “There you go, atta girl…” Oscar crooned as his thrusts became uneven, he spilled into you, cock throbbing as his cum filled your pussy. “Milk my cock that’s it…” he moaned as your quivering cunt continued to spasm around him. 
He planted kisses all over your face, making you giggle as his arms tightened around you. You led against his chest for a moment, head fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm, before you realised you could quite possibly be squashing your boyfriend. You gasped and shot up to roll off of him but his arms stayed firmly locked around you, leaving you unable to move, “Oscar…” You struggled a little making him laugh, “Oh absolutely not sweetheart, you are staying right here, until I say so.” You continued wriggling much to his disdain and you whimpered as a sharp spank landed against your ass cheek “Oscar!” He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at you, “Then will you behave?” You looked away, face burying into his neck once more, “Just don’t wanna squash you…” Oscar sighed contentedly, “I love how it feels when you squash me though?” You scoffed and another spank hit your ass, slightly harder than the last. Your hips wiggled and squirmed and Oscar grunted at how sensitive he was, gripping your hips to still you once again.
“Easy there sweet girl…” His voice was right there in your ear and the closeness sent shivers down your spine, pussy clenching around him subconsciously. “Oh that’s it.” Oscar growled, sitting up with you still in his lap, “Wha– Oscar?!” “I’m not fucking joking around baby.” You looked at him, his eyes flashing with lust and you felt that fire ignite in your tummy again. Oh you were so fucked. He gripped your chin softly, lips hovering right above your own, “I’m gonna lie back down,” your eyes rolled back as you practically felt his words against your lips, “and you’re gonna sit on my face.” Your eyes shot open, “R-really?” His answer was placing his lips over yours, biting and sucking your bottom lip, his hands guiding your hips to grind in his lap as your hands gripped his shoulders, “Really.” He led back down and you whined as he slid himself out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs already, “Wait, but… you came insi–” “It’s my mess isn’t it? So I should clean it up.” You practically melted on the spot as he beckoned you towards him, “Now come here angel and take a seat… Every goddess needs a throne right?”
You giggled despite how serious he was being and crawled up his body until his face was right underneath your pussy. You knelt up, hands grabbing the headboard as Oscar traced gentle kisses over your thighs, hands grabbing your ass. You could feel his breath against your pussy lips and you clenched around nothing, another drop of his cum and your wetness dripping down to where his mouth was ready and waiting. He moaned at the taste of the two of you mixed together and decided enough was enough. Gripping your ass tighter he licked a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, landing a quick little kiss against your sensitive bud for good measure.
You giggled out a moan at the feeling, but Oscar was frustrated, “Angel, I told you to sit on my face.” “I am!” Oscar rolled his eyes, “No you’re hovering… I told you to fucking sit–” His arms wrapped round your hips and pulled you down onto his face, moaning loudly as he was suddenly smothered by your cunt, causing a whimper to leave your mouth at the vibrations Oscar ate you out like a man starved, tongue fucking your pussy and nose rubbing against your clit as one of your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging as you couldn’t help the way your hips started grinding against his tongue, “Fuck. Yes angel…”, “that’s it”, “just like that”, Oscar gasped out between breaths as he drowned in your pussy. You looked down and gasped. He looked feral. His eyes rolling back as he licked and sucked every inch of your pussy he could get too. 
He pulled you up for a moment and you panicked slightly, were you hurting him? He must have seen your expression because he was quick to run his hands up and down your hips in a soothing manner, “I need you to use my face angel, grind on my tongue, fuck my face okay baby?” “What if I suffocate you?” Oscar groaned, “What a perfect fucking way to go…” He trailed off as you dropped your pussy back onto his waiting tongue, following his instructions and grinding your soaking cunt back and forth.
The noises Oscar was making were driving you crazy and each growl, moan and praise had you moving even more enthusiastically. A loud whine escaped you as his nose caught your sensitive clit at just the right angle.You could feel it building in your stomach, rising up from your toes all the way to the top of your head. “Fuck Osc, feels so fuckin good…” You mumbled out, barely able to form a sentence. A grunt from Oscar told you he was happy to hear that, “Yeah? Don’t stop angel.” “W-want more…” Your voice was breathy as he continued to push you towards the edge, “What d’you need?” “Your hands on my ass… Please?” You begged, “Already touchin’” “N-no please… harder… wanna see your handprint on my ass…” You squealed as a heavy swat fell against your ass, “Oh my god Oscar, fuck yes!” You cried out, “More! Harder! Make me fucking take it, I’ll be so good for you Osc I promise!” You babbled out as you felt the way he made your ass sting over and over and you couldn’t help the way you grabbed his hair tighter as you felt him fucking smile against your pussy, “I’m gonna cum… Oscar…” You warned him but that only seemed to invigorate him, the most obscene noises coming from your boyfriend between your legs, “Fucking soak me baby come on… please fuck…” Oscar was practically begging into your pussy as your hips stuttered, head falling back as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Oscar groaned as your pussy leaked your orgasm into his mouth, leaving gentle licks and soft kisses over your clit to help you ride out your high.
You slumped to the side, not wanting to actually suffocate your boyfriend and your eyes widened when you saw how hard he was, his cock pink and pretty and throbbing. Oscar was unashamed as he brought one hand down to stroke himself, neck straining. “Can’t help it angel, it’s just what you do to me…” You watched, transfixed, as your boyfriend slowly and leisurely fucked his hand. You felt yourself salivate and you leaned forward, gently blowing cool air across the tip. You watched as it throbbed and leaked more precum. Oscar watched you through half-lidded eyes as you made yourself comfortable between his legs. “Having fun there angel?” You nodded, looking up at him and looking into his eyes, “Just wanna return the favour…” You pressed a kiss to the tip and giggled at the way he shivered and goosebumps ran along his thighs, “Behave angel…” You nodded, tongue peeking out from your mouth to kitten lick the tip. Oscar groaned one hand gently smoothed your head, “so fuckin’ good to me… but this is about you…” He sat up and gently cupped your face with his hand, “I love you, so much.” He said the words with so much conviction you felt your eyes get glassy, “I love you too…” His lips met yours more softly, more intimately than they had before. You felt his thumb gently trace over your cheek as you tasted yourself and him on his tongue. That thought drove you crazy and you found yourself pulling him closer to you as your other hand grabbed the back of his head and gently pulled the hair there. He moaned, a beautiful sound and his open mouth allowed you to slip your tongue inside, sucking and licking gently on his.
You pulled apart and noticed how your lips were still connected by the spit dripping from both of your mouths. God sex with him was always so hot. It seemed he still wasn’t done with you though as he indicated for you to turn around. You did so and caught sight of your body in the mirror. You gasped at how fucked out you looked. Oscar smirked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. One hand sliding round your plush tummy and the other sliding up to gently hold your neck. He kissed your neck, “Look at you angel… my pretty girl, all fucking mine.” You leaned back against him and he smiled, “So now you’re gonna watch me remind you that you’re mine. You’re gonna watch how well you take me, how your body was made for mine, how pretty you look when I make you cum." He gently pushed you forward until you were on all fours.
You felt him line himself up with your pussy behind you and you felt like the air was knocked out of you as he thrust in in one smooth motion. He felt so much bigger, thicker, deeper at this angle. The look on his face told you he was feeling how much tighter this angle was too. His hands used your hips as leverage as he languidly thrust in and out of you. You hummed happily as you felt a sharp sting across your asscheek in the shape of his handprint. That reaction spurred Oscar on and your moans got louder as his thrusts got harder, pounding into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a satisfying slap. 
Your head dropped to the comforter at the way his cock dragged against your walls, setting your nerves alight. He leaned forward over the top of you and grabbed your throat once more, “Oh nuh uh angel… look,” His eyes met yours through the mirror, “you don’t get to look away… just watch how pretty you look while I fuck you…” You couldn’t help the way your eyes closed, the feeling too good to deny, Oscar tutted loudly and stopped moving his hips in and out, instead circling them while he was deep inside you. You couldn’t make any noise, just let your mouth hang open. You shuddered and whined, desperately humping back onto his cock. “Oh fuck me angel…” Oscar’s hand quickly found your clit and you whimpered loudly, “I’m not gonna last much longer!” “Me either angel, it’s okay…” Your eyes shot open as you suddenly felt a familiar sensation between your legs, “Oscar…” you warned him, his head dropped to your shoulder as his hips began rolling into yours again, “I know angel, I feel it, it’s okay… make a pretty mess for me.” His head looked back up to make eye contact with you once more, “Cum for me angel.” He whispered and it was like a trigger had been pulled.
With a loud cry, your whole body shook. White-hot pleasure spilling over, toes curling and walls clenching tightly as you soaked your boyfriend’s cock and his hand, squirting all over the sheets below,  “Fuckkkk angel yes yes yes just like that!” You felt his thrusts speed up as he pushed himself to another orgasm. His cock throbbed so hard inside you that you felt it and you hummed contentedly, filled up with Oscar’s cum once more. “Holy shit baby…” Oscar planted kisses down your back as he moved to pull out of you. You shuddered at the feeling of his cock pulling out.Oscar flopped onto his back and opened his arms, a silent invitation to cuddle, “I love you.” A soft kiss landed against your forehead, “I love you.” A kiss to his chest, “You’re so beautiful Y/N, I mean it. My pretty girl.” He squeezed you tighter in his arms and you giggled.  “So,” he sighed contentedly, “how about that pizza?” 
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uplatterme · 8 months
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Imagine Idol Aether where you fuck him backstage but you don’t let him cum so he just has to perform horny🤫
Also can I be 🦷 anon
—idol!aether/manager!reader, sub!aether/dom!reader | edging, mentions of exhibitionism | reader has a dick and penetrates, gets called sir
aether continues to pant, his body hugging yours.
his poofy white shorts lowered to his thighs, cum leaking from both of you.
his music continues to play from the stage, loud enough to be heard here in his dressing room.
“please.” he breathes.
he feels your hand caressing his back, the soft touch just making it unbearable. he wants to cry so badly, he needs it and you weren’t giving it to him.
“no tears. it’s too late to get your makeup retouched.” you warned.
“y-yes, sir.”
each thrust pleasurable but agonizing, but he’d rather have this than nothing.
“you like it, don’t you? hearing your fans excitedly cheer for you…meanwhile, you’re here getting dicked down by your manager.”
the idol hides his face on your shoulder.
“c-can’t help it…you make me feel so good.”
you bend him on his table, the mirror facing him as he gets pounded.
“i bet you’d love to be fucked on stage, hm?”
he doesn’t know how to answer to that. it was a thought that’s crossed his mind before, he doesn’t dare to lie.
the urge to pull on his golden locks was high but you decided against it, not wanting to ruin his hair.
besides, you were already ruining his bottom half.
“you just adore attention, don’t you? you think those fans of yours can’t see under your shorts whenever you dance?”
“you made me wear it…” he argued, his lips trembling from keeping every sound in his chest.
no moaning or screaming, you said. it’ll ruin his voice, you said.
and yet here you were dicking him down ruthlessly as if that won’t affect his dancing. he bites the bottom of his lips, his thighs are already shaking on their own.
“you act like i forced you into this. i gave you options, didn’t i? but you still chose this one.”
aether lets out a soft grunt as he feels your movements directly hitting that spot.
the idol looked drunk, he wanted to grip on something but he could do nothing but close his fists on top of the table.
“what is it? you want to show off to your fans that bad? or is it because that one boy group you like is attending today’s concert?”
aether shakes his head. “ngh…no. only you, i promise.”
a knock comes from the door. one of the staff reminding them that they had to go in five.
“good. after all, a pure and sweet idol should stay loyal to the one he loves. isn’t that right?”
“y-yes!” he yelps, feeling his stomach warming up with your cum.
once you pull out, he already feels his shorts getting fixed without even wiping the stains or cleaning him up first.
he’ll try his best to keep it in, just like as usual.
he can’t wait to finish this concert and just get dumbed down without any worries.
each step has him quivering despite his shoes being short-heeled, cum slowly leaking out of his briefs whenever his body shifts wrongly. each nerve of his body wanting to just pounce on you and cancel this event.
“do a good job.” you say.
aether smiles at you, an idol’s perfect smile. “you know i will.”
you chuckle, unable to resist messing his hair up now by patting his head.
“i’ll make sure to reward you good afterwards.”
a blush creeps up on aether’s face just imagining it.
he has got to stop you with all this teasing.
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mggsv · 4 months
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SWEET LITTLE THING!✰
f!reader x ryomen sukuna | not proof read | reblog pls !<3
summary : just a look into the everyday life of Sukuna’s sweet little thing. Unfortunately today, Someone’s kidnapped Sukuna’s cute little idiot, and he’s not so happy about it.
warnings : bimbo!reader, plug/gangster!sukuna, age gap (reader is 22 sukuna is 26), bit of a crack fic, suggestive ending, Toji sneak
I am forever riding on Sukuna putting up with Bimbo reader and it being the cutest little thing while he does the most dangerous shit known to man. ✰
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Sukuna wasn’t one to fool around with school girls. Did he sit there and gawk with his younger brother at them? Not often. Does he sit there and listen to Yuji rant about how badly he wanted to fuck them? Sometimes. Was he in on Yuji’s little ploy to fuck every girl he tricks into studying with him? Maybe he’d help out a bit, being the older brother he is. Now, did he drive these girls home? Yes. But did he fuck all of them? No, you on the other hand, that was a different story.
“Yujiiii…” you had whined, trailing behind him with a small pout. Your heels clicked across the concrete, your feet hurting from the long walk. “Can we stop please? My toes can’t breathe!” You both were out, not far from Sukua’s apartment that you shared together. Yuji visited often when he wasn’t staying in his dorm for the weekend. Sukuna went out to do his little business that keeps you both in the nice apartment while you and Yuji went to the store. He already regretted it the moment you put on that cute little pair of platform heels.
“I’m going into the store okay? You stay out here, i won’t be long I promise!” Yuji had told you. You whine but nod. “Okayy..don’t take long! Get me some chips please!” You were adorable to say the least. Not the smartest, but cute as hell. That’s what Sukuna liked about you. Speaking of, your phone rang. The cute little picture of Sukuna you took with his mouth full of your nipple as his contact photo. “Hi Kuna!” You smile into the phone. His hard expression softens seeing your face. He loved when you did your makeup, and secretly when you tried to do his (even though he fusses about it afterwards, that’s doesn’t stop him from taking pictures with you afterwards). “Hey mama.” You could see he was smoking. Leaning back in what seemed to be a couch. “You an’ Yuji alright?” You nod. “Mhm! He went into the store so i’m waiting for him outside.”
“Why the hell didn’t you go in with him? Didn’t i tell you it’s dangerous for you to be out on your own?” He could recall the first time he left you in the car while he went to handle business, coming back to some man hitting on you through the car window. He beat the man up..of course, but he still decided from that moment he’d keep his eyes on you at all times. And at this moment it was Yuji. “I’m sorry Kuna..” you frown, biting at your lip. He sighs and rubs his forehead, the blunt in his mouth going for the ashtray. “Show me the store mama.”
You smile and nod, flipping the camera. “Baby,” He had said lowly, clearly irritated. “Hm?” You flip it back around to show your face. “That’s a sex store.”
“Oh..do you think they have chips? I asked Yuji to bring me some.” You hum for a bit, looking down at your boyfriend who hid his smile despite how upset he was in that moment. “Doubt it. Look, mgonna call you back so I can call Yuji. Stay where you are, understand me?” You pucker your lips at the screen as if to kiss him, nodding, “Yes sir!”
That didn’t last long however. You hated being alone, let alone just standing there in heels. Your feet hurt and you were bored. You started to look at the outside signs of the store, which would be the last thing you see before everything went dark.
Sukuna knew he had to be patient with you. He didn’t mind because he loved you. But when he told you something he expected you to take it seriously. After yelling at Yuji so bad the whole store could hear how much Sukuna wanted to kick his ass, and telling him to get both your asses back home, he expected you to be where he told you to be. But once Yuji stepped outside you were no where to be seen. And nothing pissed Sukuna off more than you not answering when he called afterwards. Straight to voicemail, really? Oh he was heated.
“Hey pretty little thing..” you hear once you regain consciousness. Your body felt cold, you regretted wearing such a cute dress, but it was Sukuna’s favorite no matter what the weather would be. “Kuna..?” you groan, shutting your eyes tightly at the first sign of bright light. “Wrong name sweetheart.” You jolt, suddenly feeling scared. You could move, making out the soft cushion of what seemed to be a couch.
“Oh..Sukuna’s gonna be so mad at me..” You sniffle softly, looking up at the large man that wasn’t your lover. He gave you a small smirk before squinting his eyes. “What..you want to call em’?” He was enjoying this. You nodded, “yes please!” He hums and reaches for the phone on the table. “You know..i picked you up cause you looked familiar. Reminded me of this cam girl i used to watch while back.”
“Oh i don’t do that anymore! Kuna didn’t want to do it with me and didn’t want me having sex with other guys..” the man pauses before handing you the phone. “Thirsty?” He starts walking away, “Oh- Yes something to drink will be nice!” You watch as the man walks away and begin calling the number Sukuna made you memorize in case of emergency. The line rang twice before he picked up, “Who the fuck is it?”
“It’s me!” You squeal. Rocking back and fourth on the couch you listen to the silence on the other line before he sucked in a breath. “Where the fuck are you?” You knew he probably had that sickening frown you hated. “I’m not sure.. I just woke up here.” The man comes back, handing you what looked like water before motioning you to pass him the phone, “Oh- um, the man wants to speak now.”
“You tellin me you had such a treasure and didn’t share? Fuck kind’a man are ya huh?” you look down at the cup, biting your lip as Sukuna screamed at the man from the other line. You learned his name was Toji. Setting the cup down you stand, “Can I talk to him now? I wanna go home.” You hold out your hand for the phone. Toji, looks at you before scoffing. “She’s a stupid little thing, doesn’t even know what’s goin on. How ‘bout this- i want this much cash for the bimbo.”
It didn’t take long for Sukuna to come and find you. You sat on the couch while Toji chuckled to himself about the situation. You knew what would happen, he was unaware of course. You felt bad, knowing how Sukuna got when it came to you. Poor guy. When your lover did arrive he knocked on the door. Toji opened it with a wide grin, but it quickly wore off once Sukuna punched him dead in his nose..he fell to the floor quietly.
“Can I go home now?” You look at Sukuna who scoffed at you, holding out his hand. “Did you drink anything? He touch you? Open your mouth let me see.”
“I’m fine! I remembered not to drink from creepy men.”
Afterwards, he took you to your shared apartment, walking you past Yuji on the couch who had his head down. Sukuna sure scolded him, you knew. “Cmon we’re gonna take a shower.” He grunts as you tried to take the heels off as you walked towards your room. “Can we have sex afterwards?”
“I’ll see.”
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boiohboii · 3 months
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How would that keep us safe?
(Kimi Raikkonen x pregnant!wife!reader)
Inspo
When a formula 1 driver's car fails on them, they would a. be angry, b. go straight to their engineers, c. stay in the team's motor home.. but not kimi raikkonen, no sir, especially not with his pregnant wife on a yacht on her own.
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in which Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber and Jenson Button make fun of the infamous ice man for being head over heels for his wife so he just decides to double down.
WARNINGS: not proof read (when do I ever proof read this stuff), no sense of timeline whatsoever, just a small crackhead fic that came to mind. Thank you insta algorithm for the Kimi edits, the man is so fine omg, solid dilf right here people.
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"God," yn huffed as she, for an accurate description, waddled alongside her husband, Kimi Raikkonen into the Mclaren garage "if you don't keep it in your pants next time I will chop it off."
"Yes dear." Kimi replied with a smile on his face, hiding his laughter as best as he could to spare himself the lecture that would inevitably make him laugh harder- he can't help it, his wife is much more adorable trying to give him an earful with her puffed cheeks, stomping feet and her belly looking like it's about to pop at any second.
It hadn't even been 30 minutes before yn started to feel the heat getting to her, making her fan herself with the collar of her shirt while glaring at the fan that evidently did nothing to help her out.
"Everything alright dear?"
"No, no!" yn turned to look at her husband "it's so fucking hot i feel like my skin is melting off and your daughter wouldn't stop kicking my bladder so no, nothing is fucking alright!"
While the engineers around gulped, scared for their lives, Kimi bit his lips to avoid smiling at his very cute, frustrated wife. He had gotten used to her snapping at him whenever any little thing annoyed her, he knew it's the least he can do and she always apologises so no harm done really.
"It's okay, here, how about you go watch the race from the yacht? Will that be better?" Kimi whispered as he stood behind his wife with his hands underneath her belly, lifting it up to give his wife some rest.
"Oh my god," yn groaned in relief "I really needed that, I love you."
Staying like that for a few minutes, yn agreed that it would be much better if she watched the race from the yacht in her swimming suit, the atmosphere and the clothing would definitely make it much more comfortable for her. And just as she was about to leave, new company arrived.
"Ohhh, did he piss you off enough to leave him before a race?"
"Damn Kimi, don't make a pregnant woman that mad, especially not your wife."
The voices of Sebastian Vettel and Jenson Button joined the couple, along with the laugh of Mark Webber.
"Oh, shut up." As much as Kimi tells yn that he would rather eat chalk than willingly hang out with these guys, he is indeed fond of them.
"He didn't piss me off," yn pulled her husband down so she could kiss him, smiling upon hearing two of the three newcomers groan and a whistle (of course it's sebastian) "i just feel like I will burst any second so I am going to watch the race from One More Toy"
"What the fuck is one more toy?"
"Oh, it's kimi's yacht."
"Our yacht."
Placing one palm on her belly while his other rests on her cheek, Kimi smiled at his wife "be safe, yes?"
"Yeah, of course."
Giving her a kiss on her forehead, Kimi let go of his wife, watching her head towards his yacht with the help of one of the interns.
"Be safe." Came the mocking voice of Jenson Button
"I'll be so safe." Sebastian continued as they both reincarnated the way Kimi and Yn were standing a few seconds ago; Jenson's hands on Sebastian's stomach and cheek
"I'm going to kill you on this track."
Deciding to join, Mark stood in between Sebastian and Jenson, breaking up their proximity and placing his arms around their shoulders "but how would that keep us safe?"
"An engine failure, yet again from Mclaren."
"It seems like Raikkonen is the one who will retire this race, what a shame."
"Everyone was hoping for him to win this race, he had been phenomenal these past few races giving one stellar performance after the other, truly a waste to see him go this early into the race."
"Well, it looks like Kimi is going to walk to the garage."
"That is insane, it's like a 20 minute walk, no?"
"And we are back, and oh my god, there is Kimi Raikkonen in his yacht, he hasn't got a shirt on, with his wife on his lap, the father to be could not care less in this moment ladies and gentlemen."
"What a legend, the Iceman strikes again everyone, leaving the race to be on a yacht with his family. And oh my god, it seems that the couple are having the time of their lives on their yacht 'one more toy' with snacks all around and their hands all over each other."
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pettydollie · 4 months
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could you IMAGINE bakugou having a gf whos a teacher?? but not just any teacher, nono. a KINDERGARTEN TEACHER. lowkey when he sees u teaching a kid abt counting apples or something, he will think abt having children with you. just seeing you being so gentle nd sweet with little brats munchkins turns his brain into mush.
on one particular day, he went into your classroom wearing his hero costume for a little q/a type thing. everyone was so impressed just by looking at him, even if they didn't know who he was. they were all sat whispering to their friends at small desks as bakugou's large figure just strutted in LOL.
you give him a tiny little peck when he walked into the classroom, to which some kids let out "ooo"s and snickered. you clapped your hands together. "okay boys and girls, let's walk over to the magic carpet for circle time!" you led bakugou with you to the large rug where two chairs were set.
the kids were all sat in a circle, excitedly waiting to talk to the number two hero!! bakugou sat down somewhat awkwardly as for the first time in a while, he was a teeeensy bit nervous for whatever reason. "today we have a special guest joining us for circle time! does anyone know who he is?" you grinned as you saw many hands go up.
"yes, ryu?" you picked on an adorable little boy in the center. "that's mr. dynamite from the news!" he yelled.
"that's right, ryu! but let's use our inside voices, please." you smiled. "does anyone know what mr. dynamite does?" you questioned again. one little girl was squirming in her seat, hand held high. "go ahead, kanako." you nodded to the girl who sat up straighter upon being called on.
"he saves people, l/n-sensei!"
"damn right i do." bakugou smirked pridefully. you lightly nudged his shoulder. "no cursing." you whispered. he rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "okay, starting from this side of the rug," you pointed to the left. "you can ask anything you want to the hero, as long as you are kind. and if you don't have a question just say 'pass' and we'll go straight to the next person." you announced. all the children nodded in unison.
"start us off, please." you handed the 'talking mic' to the first kid. "mr. dynamite sir, where are your blasters?" he curiously turned his head to the side. "huh?-" bakugou looked down at his hands. "my gauntlets? left those guys at work. they're too powerful to be here." he answered.
the punks students continued to ask their questions and bakugou replied calmly like this was an everyday event. "you're big." a boy stated. bakugou quirked a brow. that's all this brat had to say? "i know." he replied nonchalantly. "why?" the kid blinked, keeping a straight face.
"uh, why?? i dunno, kid. jus' the way i am." he shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. the kid folded his arms and moved to sit on his knees. "it's my turn now.." a quiet girl next to him tapped on his shoulder, reaching out for the mic. the boy stuck out his tongue at her before turning away to look at bakugou again. "thas' not a real answer."
"kenji, that wasn't kind. you had your turn, now please give the mic to haru." you frowned. haru's eyes turned glossy and her lip began to quiver, but kenji still wasn't letting up. "thas' not fair, sensei!" kenji whined.
"hold it, kid." bakugou stepped in. kenji's attention turned to bakugou, an angry pout written all over his face. "ya ask me sum dumb question," he began. oh gosh, a dumb question? he's not wrong, but he can't say that to a 5 year old! "katsuki." you muttered, trying to get him to stop. but he kept going anyway.
"but i answered it, right? y'r not being a team player to y'r classmate, buddy." bakugou finished, waiting to see what would happen next. the room fell silent. kenji had listened, handed the microphone to haru. he was still upset though, everyone could see it.
"one minute, haru. kenji," you called out. the boy looked up with fat tears in his eyes. "is there something you want to say to your friend?" kenji wiped his eyes with the back of sleeve and mumbled "sorry." to haru. "is okay." haru accepted happily with a toothy grin.
bakugou leaned back in his chair, feeling satisfied with himself as the questions continued. huh, who knew right? you could get used to this.
when the period was over, bakugou waved goodbye to all the kids. however, he bent down in front of kenji and put his fist out. although the child was still somewhat annoyed, he couldn't hold in his grin as he fist bumped a pro hero. "let's all say 'thank you' to, mr. dynamite!" you stood up from your chair, folding your hands together.
"thank you, mr. dynamite!!"
bakugou kissed your cheek and walked to the door with you following behind. you opened the door and he adjusted his mask quickly. he ruffled your hair. "see ya at home, babe."
a/n: literally so rushed im so sorry i just had this thought and i had to get it out. will for sure be coming back to this later :D
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soullessdianthus · 7 months
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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠
Requested by @apollodeath
A/N: One more request to go (platonic TF 141) and then I will work on two König posts (including pervy!König). SO EXCITED! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)
𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | "𝐂𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲? 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
Warnings: smut (sir kink?, dry humping?, touch starved reader)
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König had been gone for two months now – not the longest he was away, but definitely too long to your liking. Normally, the Austrian colonel would come back the exact day he foretold. So when that special date finally arrived, you’d be head over heels, butterflies tingling your insides.
He wouldn’t be surprised at all that you were all over him since he had placed a foot inside of the house. Hugging his massive arm, on purpose (or not) rubbing it against your breasts, while leading König to the dining table to feed him dinner. 
The colonel didn’t mind at all you being the clingiest girlfriend, he actually adored how longing you were for his attention. After some time spent in the relationship with you, he began to acknowledge the little detail in your behavior that guided him onto the right tracks.
For example, that evening when he got back from the latest deployment, you were wearing a flowy dress with a bold cleavage. Obviously he noticed the absence of a bra underneath it and your nipples digging through the material.
König got a little riled up, when you sat in his lap during the dinner, fidgeting occasionally. Oh, how he missed the feeling of your plump ass against his crotch. You made him feel young again, desired. 
So it wouldn’t be a surprise that soon after the meal together you found yourself bent in half on the large bed, knees close to the sides of your chest – face to face. 
The colonel had already slid your soaked panties off and threw them to the side, admiring your exposed, glistering pussy. König managed to undo his cargo pants and release his heavy cock from its confinements. You could look at it in its full glory as your boyfriend’s eyes were staring deep into your nasty mind, drilling his way inside. 
━ Did you miss me? ━ He asked with a heavy accent, calloused fingers tickling the softness of your stomach. He clicked with his tongue, when you didn’t answer him verbally. Simply nodding did not satisfy him. ━ Use your words, schatz.
━ Yes, I’ve missed you so much! 
Your skin was on fire, each of his very soft touches sending a shiver down your spine. The Austrian soldier was toying with you, probably mocking you for being touch starved to this point. But it didn’t matter as long as he was gonna give you the attention you needed so much. 
The hem of your dress fell onto your lower ribs, stopping at your chest. You pressed your head backwards against the bedsheets and gasped loudly, when König spreaded your pussy with his big fingers. 
━ Already so wet, heh. Did you touch yourself when I was gone?
━ No! ━ A high pitched message escaped your mouth as he flicked your swollen nub. 
━ Not once?
━ N-Not once, sir. I wa-waited for you.
König calmly and gently positioned his hard, heavy member over your drooling cunt. He slowly swayed his hips forward and then backwards, dragging that characteristic vein on his cock over your sensitive area. 
━ Gut mädchen [ger.: Good girl].
He praised and continued the easy movements, focusing on irritating your clit. Within the first minute your arousal covered his shaft, making the sliding easier. König’s palms were firmly holding your hips, while your calves rested upon his broad shoulders. 
Quickly, you became a whining mess, even he couldn’t believe how sensitive you were. And when out of the sudden your sweet orgasm began to build up rapidly, the colonel still couldn’t believe it. 
The colonel noticed how your eyes became watery, lips reddened and fallen agape. He felt you tremble beneath him, when the knot in your belly finally snapped and you moaned loudly for him. 
━ Cumming already? I’ve barely touched you. ━ König chuckled lightly.
You tried to regain the control over breathing while still feeling the sweet pleasure in your system. He was being cocky and that only meant one thing – you were in for a long night. 
━ Turns out you weren’t lying, heh.
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