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qatarsprint2023 · 2 months

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Hi im shamelessly in love with Oscar so how about Oscar x reader, where the reader gets really overwhelmed and Oscar helps calm her down!!!

I really liked writing this because I've been getting so many Lando requests and I'm not even that big of a Lando girl (I'm sorry!) I'm not quite sure if you meant it like this or more like a meltdown overwhelmed, but I hope you enjoy anyways <3

That overwhelming world of his — OP81

Oscar takes his girlfriend to an official event for the first time and she gets overwhelmed from how it all works — Oscar Piastri x f!reader, comfort, fluff, no use of y/n, Oscar being a sweetheart, reader has social anxiety, body image issues word count: ca. 1.3k

Being with Oscar also required being okay with the fame and spotlight that came with dating an athlete in the most prestigious category of motorsports— Formula One.

You adored watching your boyfriend race— even more when he had a good result, but you were always there for him, comforting and holding and reassuring him when he didn't do quite as well, too.

Today was the day Oscar had been looking forward to with excitement for at least a month now. He was going to be awarded his second Rookie of the Year award at the FIA prize giving tonight. He had received his first one in 2021 when he was still a rookie in F2 and not driving for one of the most prestigious teams in Formula One.

However this year was the first time he'd bring you as his date because unfortunately you'd been way too busy with working to get your degree to even take a few days off for his first award. You didn't usually go to these kinds of events with Oscar. It wasn't like you needed to be attached at the hip to still be a loving couple with a healthy relationship. He could do things without you and you could do things without him.

That didn't mean that you didn't care about the other's career, though. In fact, it was quite the opposite actually. Oscar had instantly been one of your biggest supporters when you'd finally decided on what you wanted to study. Your boyfriend had helped you through exams and countless late night study sessions, just like you'd always supported his passion for racing through highs and lows.

Now this was different. Today you'd spent hours getting ready. Redoing your hair and make-up over and over again, criticizing your appearance in the mirror until you looked presentable. Getting dressed had been even worse. One dress you tried just looked like a potato sack on you, the next had you picking and pinching the fabric in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom with a scrutinizing gaze.

Oscar had been a silent presence in the doorway as he watched you stare at yourself like that until he'd slowly gone and hugged you gently, hoping it would make you feel better about whatever your mind was telling you. Then he'd taken the decision problem off your hands by looking at the dresses in your closet for about a minute and then taking out a very nice dress with navy blue fabric and pretty embroidered flowers. Eventually you'd just gone with that one, knowing you couldn't spend hours trying to fix what didn't really need to be fixed.

The ride in the car afterwards was tense and quiet as your mind wandered. Oscar mentally prepared himself to receive his award while you kept bouncing your leg and picking at your nails. That was until Oscar just took your hand in his and gently let his thumb draw small circles into the skin there, whispering a soft "You'll do great," as he kept one hand on the steering wheel.

When you arrived at the venue, Oscar got out first and walked around to open your car door for you like a real gentleman. As you stepped out of the car, you were both instantly caught in the flickering flashlights of cameras to each side of the entrance and calls of "Oscar! Oscar, here!" from photographers who hoped to catch your boyfriend smiling at their camera.

The onslaught of flashing lights and clamoring voices overwhelmed your senses, made your heart speed up and your mouth go dry as your eyes darted all around. It felt like stepping into a whirlwind of attention and scrutiny, each flash of a camera a reminder of Oscar's world—a world where every move was watched, every word dissected.

You clung to Oscar's hand like a lifeline, trying to navigate the sea of people and paparazzi, your heart pounding like it wanted to run away. Each click that came from the cameras around seemed like a spotlight on every single one of your insecurities, leaving them out for everyone to see and judge.

Your grip on your boyfriend's hand tightened as you felt your breathing speed up a little, seeking solace in the familiar warmth of his skin. He seemed to sense your unease and pulled you a little closer, shielding you from the chaotic scene around. His touch offered reassurance as he guided you through the maze of photographers and flashing lights. The voices calling out faded into the background as he whispered a tender, "I've got you."

As you entered the venue, the atmosphere shifted from the outside frenzy to a more controlled chaos within. The air was thick with anticipation and the buzz of conversations. Oscar led you towards the event hall, his hand a steady anchor in the overwhelming current.

You caught glimpses of familiar faces, fellow drivers and their partners, all effortlessly navigating this world that felt like an alien landscape to you. The weight of inadequacy pressed upon your shoulders, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider in this world of glamour.

You could feel eyes on you and the pressure seemed almost suffocating. You knew you didn't have that model look the girls that dated Oscar's fellow drivers had, and you'd never really thought of that as something too bad, however surrounded by people who looked so perfect, so unreal, you felt so wrong.

As you took your seats, the crowd's buzz continued, but Oscar's focus remained on you as you started bouncing your leg under the table, your fingers subconsciously picking at your dress' fabric just like earlier in front of the mirror. Leaning in, he murmured, "I'm here. Just be yourself, okay? I'm happy to have you here with me, you know that?"

You gave a short nod in reply, however still kept your fingers intertwined with his under the table as he made conversation with the woman in the seat beside him. His hand felt so warm and reassuring, his skin slightly calloused from years of hard training for a very demanding sport.

Throughout the ceremony, Oscar's gaze periodically met yours, silently offering encouragement through his honey brown eyes, telling you that you were allowed to be here just as much as everyone else. When the moment arrived for him to accept the award, he gave your hand a quick squeeze before stepping onto the stage with a big smile on his face as applause and cheers echoed through the hall. You'd never felt more proud.

After the accolades subsided and the night unfolded, Oscar made a conscious effort to ensure you felt included despite obviously being confused by everything, introducing you to fellow racers and their partners.

A little later in the evening, when people had almost forgotten about the actual reason they were even here, Oscar guided you to a more quiet corner, away from the prying eyes. The genuine concern in his eyes mirrored the unspoken understanding between you. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle and filled with sincerity.

"It's so overwhelming," you muttered quietly. "There are so many people, so many cameras, the noise... It feels so wrong to be here."

"Hey, don't do that," he scolded you softly, taking your hands in his. "You're allowed here just as much as me. Take a deep breath, okay? We're a team right?"

"Right," you replied with a nod and drew in a shaky breath.

"You're doing wonderful, don't worry. I know you get anxious around so many people, so many eyes," your boyfriend told you in a soft tone of voice and gently pulled you close, brushing his lips against your temple. "I'm just happy you came with me, sweetheart."

In that moment, as Oscar's words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, you realized that even in the whirlwind of this foreign world, he cherished you and all the love and support you brought into his life.

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rtofbs · 1 year

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astrology notes 3: fixed placements edition

note: these are my personal observations based on the people around me, take what resonate, feel free to add your own observations.

Leo Suns as parents tend to give a freedom to their child and I feel like this is because they want to give the child a space and time to work on their individuality and developing their Sun qualities (self-esteem, vitality and general creativity) Leo understands the importance of a healthy ego and core individuality that will support their child in the future as well as they understand that it's crucial for a child to move from the comfort of the Moon to the creative and boss energies of the Sun.

Leo Moons are forever child at heart even if they are over 50 years old, they strive in these care-free and joyous energies, love to receive and give the attention, and I've noticed this is true even with one of the toughest Sun placements - Capricorn.

Capricorn with Leo Moon is like a soft bear who is very tough on the outside, but is very sweet and affectionate on the inside. also I've noticed that Leo Moons take their hobbies very close to their hearts, same goes to Moon in 5th. when playing with other people, they might get competitive as fuck.

Moon in Scorpio are one of the sweetest people: attentive and caring, very focused if the person is feeling good and comfortable, they can get very anxious to ensure that the person is feeling good to the point it's very cute. I might he highly biased here as my Venus in Scorpio loves LOVES lOvES LoVeS Moons in Scorpio. Moon in Scorpio also respects the privacy of other people as they want their privacy to be respected since they've experience a lot of privacy and boundary violation in childhood.

Tauruses no matter what is the Venus sign are very good at spotting beauty and know best how to make things beautiful, and they in general appreciate the beauty and comfort around them, and they might be very artistic from the very young age, and sometime get clingy, especially in childhood. Taurus vibes to me is: comfort, money, good sleep, food, relaxation, their fashion, skin-care, routine, sex, and again sex, relationships, convenience, consistency, stubbornness, calm confidence, and care.

in general Taurus placements are prone to being very conservative to the point of using very old versions of the OS in their laptop as they know it works best for them, and even if they realise that the new one might be better, but they are still attached to what they are used to. Taurus placements in general they have their own speed of doing things, but Moon in Taurus comes first of being very slow to changes and they need time to prepare for things and occasions to come.

Mothers of Moon in Taurus can be very controlling and dominating but they will give the child the financial prosperity and ensure their child have some stuff in their possessions: like some property.

Taurus x Scorpio axis gives me the vibes "let's make love and make money" 🥰

Sun and Moon in Aquarius love to tease people, especially with other Scorpio placements. they are funny sometimes to the point of being socially awkward, but always happy if people can have funny banter with them. if you want to know if the person with Moon in Aquarius feels good about you, then observe how they behave with you: the weirder it gets - more comfortable they feel themselves around you.

Mercury in Aquarius art definitely leans towards some absurd and grotesque stuff, and might be difficult to grasp the genius of their verbal creativity, but it's doubtlessly unique as they have their OWN way of expressing their thoughts.

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helplesslypurple77 · 7 months

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Day 3-Fukuzawa/Reader w/ Lingerie and Wedding Night

Notes: btw the lingerie im describing is the Lorna Lace collection in white. It's super pretty you should google it. Haha lol, and i also realized halfway through writing this that this is technically a rich CEO au, jumping on the hype train i guess

I actually have a healthy relationship with my father, but like any good woman i have a weakness for sexy middle aged men

You had always known this would happen. It was the oldest daughter's duty to marry a man and carry on the family line. This was the fact that had been drilled into your head since you could walk. A girl could not inherit the daily company no, that duty went to the male children, no matter how dumb they were. And you had accepted it as well. It's not like you liked it or anything, in fact you thought the entire rule was old fashioned and doomed to fail, but there really wasn't much choice in the matter.

And you weren't too unhappy, you yourself didn't want to run the company, but your second sister deserved to, not your arrogant, lazy brothers. Second sister had worked hard all her life, was intelligent and beautiful and kind and deserved to inherit the company over the men. Everyone knew it, the servants whispered and gossip was prevalent around high society, but father refused, so intent on tradition that he doomed the company to fail. All you wanted in life was to live a comfortable life with a handsome man who treated you with respect, and maybe have a child or two.

So that's why you were here, a newlywed woman to a man twenty years your senior, sold off like cattle with no choice in the matter. You had never even seen your new husband. The marriage talks had happened without your input obviously and the ceremony was shot down by your father who, ‘didn't want to waste resources on a stuffy event like that.’ All you had were rumors, for your new husband did not like public appearances, and there were suspiciously few photos of him.

Yukichi Fukuzawa, the president of ADA corp, and a man of high social standing and wealth. He was forty-five, apparently a ‘highly upstanding person from a highly reputable background,’ and very wealthy. And also your new husband. You supposed you were lucky to ‘score’ such a highly sought after man, even if he was a lot older than you but you had at least hoped to marry a man closer to you in age. But if you were lucky he would leave you to your own devices and let you live your life happy, if a little lonely.

A knock sounded and second sister peaked her head in, sending you a smile. You relaxed, sinking back onto the soft silk of the bed you were sitting on, and shot her a nervous smile. She slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

Second sister Helena was tall, and with her long golden hair and blue eyes she could have easily been mistaken for a model. She looked nothing like you, and it made sense, given that you had different mothers. Father had sired each of his children with a different woman in an effort to create the perfect male heir. And because father was a man of high standing many women were lining up for the chance to have a child support check. And of course, he picked only the most attractive women. Second sister’s mother was a Swedish runway model, while yours had been a movie actress. Your brother's mothers were also varied, from models to actresses to intellectuals, all with stunning looks and the brains to match. Your father might be a douchebag but his theory held water, all the children of your family were stunning beauties, and all intelligent as well.

She came to sit next to you on the bed, and passed a small box in your direction with an apologetic smile. “I missed your twenty-fifth birthday sis, so here.” You shoot her a grateful thanks, fingering the box in your lap. It's small, maybe five inches and perfectly square, wrapped in colorful polka dot paper. You carefully slip the sides open, trying not to make a mess. Your sister giggles beside you.

“You wanna hear something funny?” You stop, raising an eyebrow in her direction. Whenever that line excites your sister's mouth, she's usually talking about one of two things. Boys, or the most horrific thing you can think of. You'll never forget the one time she preceded that one line by telling you most gleefully that her ex boyfriend had ‘accidentally’ gotten run over then lit on fire then drowned in the ocean. She glares balefully at your expression. “What…it's nothing bad. I met your new husband, and girl,” She pauses, wiggling her eyebrows excitedly. “He's such a dilf! I'm so happy for you!”

It's about now when you get the paper off the present, and see the pink box with black letters scrawled across it that say , ‘Agent Provocateur’ in a pretty curly font. You choke on your spit, and start coughing violently. Your sister pounds you on the back in good spirits. When you finally finish your coughing fit, you turn to her with a bemused smile on your face. “I dont no weather to hit you or hug you, Helena.” She smiles. “Open it.” She says, excitement all over her face. “I just know you're going to love it.”

You do as she instructs, and from within the crinkly tissue paper you pull the naughty treasure inside. You shake your head with a smile, if nothing else your sister has always had good taste. Its white, befitting of a wedding/birthday gift, and the small amount of fabric it possesses is a pretty floral lace. The bra is a half cup, with little white bows at the spot where the strap starts. The panties are lace as well, with a diamond pattern line of holes going all the way around, leaving the embarrassing parts uncovered. It even comes with white lace stockings, and a garter to hold them up. You shoot your sister an embarrassed smile. “Thank you Helena, they're absolutely beautiful.” She gives you a small side hug in response. “I know.” She says. “Now try them on.”

All complaints are useless against her, she uses everything from pleading to guilt tripping and at some point you just give up and do as she requests. And as you gaze on yourself in the mirror, you can really say you're glad you did. You look innocent, but also sexy and powerful and you think that if you were marrying the man you loved you would wear this gift. You feel kind of bad that it's going to stay sealed away in a box for your entire life. The bra hugs your breast perfectly, shoving them up a little to provide the perfect amount of cleavage, and the lace panties frame your butt perfectly. The stockings and garter just add the perfect bit of naughty to the otherwise innocent(as innocent as Lingerie can get) picture. Your sister pokes her head around the bathroom door, grinning as you shriek in embarrassment and yank on the silk robe she had left you. Is suspiciously short, only reaching mid thigh but it's better than nothing.

She shoves you into a chair, and gets started on your makeup. You sigh. “Why do I even need makeup, it's not like anybody is going to see me.” She tuts threateningly. “It's to complete the look. Now don't move.” She starts on your base, and for a while the only sound is her gentle humming, and the squirt of makeup products.

It's not until Helena moves onto the hair that she breaks the peaceful mood. “And did father not tell you? You're supposed to ‘consummate’ the marriage tonight.” You open your eyes abruptly with a shout of surprise. “What?” She shrugs. “I guess he didn't, well anyway he should be coming…” Helena checks her watch with a glance, as she skilfully braids white and pink ribbons into your hair. “In about two minutes!”

Even with your shrieks of protest you're not allowed to move until she finishes her hair, and by the time she does it's already too late. She sends you a smile as she picks up her purse and kisses you on the cheek. You glare. “Helena! You took so long i dont have time to change.” She opens the door and you receive a playful grin. “I know,” She says, and you have the dreadful feeling you’ve fallen into a trap. “That was the plan. Have fun big sister.” And with that, she’s gone, leaving you a nervous wreck done up in lingerie, a honey trap just waiting for a man to fall right in. You rush to the bathroom, throwing a glance at the large mirror. You must admit she did a good job, you look very pretty with pink eyeshadow and gold glitter and your hair done up a sexy half updo, but you don't want to look good. You don't want to look like you were waiting here to seduce him. Hopefully you can just explain yourself and the two of you can just sleep. Of what if he thought you were trying to seduce him and got all cocky. That would be humiliating. Your pride would be forever tarnished and your dreams of a quiet life ruined. All because of Helena and her terrible ideas!

Your (probably too dramatic) spiral of doom is interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. You take a deep breath, steady your heart and tie your bathrobe tight, and answer the door.

The sight that greets you when you open the door is surprising to say the least and you suddenly understand what your sister meant when she said he was ‘a dilf’, for the man in the hallway is, quite literally, the quintessential dilf. He is tall, and oh so handsome, with silver hair and piercing gray blue eyes surrounded by the slightest wrinkles. He clears his throat. “Are you Miss Name?”

You thank your sister for making you learn a poker face and send him a small, blank smile. “Yes, are you Mr. Fukuzawa?” Those sexy eyes scan your face, catching on the gold glitter in the corners of your eyes before he nods. “May I come in Miss?” You open the door wider and allow him in, your smile never wavering. You take your seats, sitting across from each other conveniently ignoring the bed on the other side of the room. In horror you realize the box from your sister is still sitting on the table, but a sigh of relief escapes your lips as you see the top of the box is flipped over, the incriminating lettering hidden from sight.

It's hard not to notice how unfairly sexy Fukuzawa looks in a suit, and it makes all these really inappropriate thoughts of sitting on that lap pour into your brain. But still, you do your best to uphold your smile as you speak. “I'm sorry Mr. Fukuzawa, my father unfortunately forgot to inform me that you would be coming tonight.” Your father most definitely did not forget, it's more than likely that he didn't tell you in fear that you would escape. You cursed your father out in your brain, all while maintaining that smile on your lips.

He nods. “It is alright. I didn't intend to consummate this wedding in the first place.” This is what you wanted, but for some reason you feel a little let down. Maybe he doesn't find you attractive? You sigh, he must be blind then. Or gay.

“I see.” is all you say. The room falls into an uncomfortable silence. It's almost comical how your mood has taken a dramatic turn. Not five minutes ago you were lamenting the fact that your husband might be interested, and now you were unhappy that he in fact, was not interested in you. A slight glare entered your eyes and with your mouth still curved into that small smile you made quite the threatening picture. Fukuzawa spoke again, probably fishing for things to say in an effort to make you more comfortable, because of corse he was kind and able to read the room, and of course he didnt want to fuck you.

“The weather is lovely today isn't it Miss Name?”

“I suppose.” You know you sound curt and unfriendly, and you know it's not fair of you, but you're really annoyed. Fukuzawa’s smile wavers a bit at your curt attitude, but he still smiles comfortingly at you. This only makes you angrier. How dare he be kind and handsome and rich, and not want to fuck you. Life is unfair.

$$$

Fukuzawa feels very uncomfortable right now. Because of course his new wife is a beautiful young thing who deserved someone more close to her age, of course she was upset with the plan that had been forced upon her. He most dearly wished he had been born ten years later, so he may woo her properly. He had read the report he was given of her. Miss Name was highly educated, of excellent parentage and absolutely gorgeous. She probably had a young and handsome boyfriend she wanted to marry.

If not for this whole ordeal she could have been with the man she loved, not a stuffy old man like him. It's really no wonder she’s upset. He sends her a small smile, hoping to sooth her probably injured feelings.

“I'm sorry you had to be involved in this mess Miss Name, I know this situation isn't ideal for both of us.” For some reason, her expression doesn't change at all. Her smile is still in place, but Fukuzawa can tell from her eyes that she’s upset. Her voice is curt when she responds.

“Thank you.” The temperature in the room drops a few degrees. He shivers involuntarily as the room falls back to silence, forcefully keeping his eyes away from her legs, covered in pure white lace, and the hint of a garter peeking out from under that small silk bathrobe. She didn't wear those for him for heaven sakes, she didn't even know he was coming tonight. He has no right to fantasize about what she’s wearing under that bathrobe, she may be his wife, but she will never desire him like that.

He clears his throat. “There's something I must tell you, I have an adopted son.” She perks up, the collar of her bathrobe falling a little, revealing a small strip of tantalizing white lace. The room feels too hot. “Really? How old is he?” The cold tone of her voice is melting away and Fukuzawa congratulates himself on the change of topic. “His name is Ranpo and he's five years old. Would you like to see a picture?” She nods, and Fukuzawa pulls out his phone, and shows her the lockscreen. She leans forward, and Fukuwawa is treated to a flash of white bows and lace as she coos at the photo. “He's so cute!”

Fukuzawa wonders if god hates him. Because of course his new wife is a pretty young thing who doesn't mind the fact that he has a son, and is whose collar is falling more and more, treating him to a divine temptation of white lace, and who will never love a boring older man like him. He wonders why the hell he's acting like a young man with these dirty thoughts, and takes a deep breath as she hands his phone back. The ice on her face has melted a bit, and she looks a bit less like she wants to flay him alive, although she still looks a bit sulky. It's much too adorable. Her lips are in a little pout, and it only succeeded in highlighting how plump and silky they look. They have a pink gloss smeared across them, and all Fukuzawa can think about is those lips wrapped around— he almost smacks himself across the face.

Ok so, Fukuzawa can admit that he is very much in lust with his new wife, it's pretty clear and he feels quite like a degenerate, he just hopes she cant tell. It's clear that she doesn't want him, heck she doesn't even seem to like him that much. And he would rather die, than ever force himself on her in any way. He clears his throat with a cough, shifting a little in his seat. “If it would make you more happy, you could have a lover, if that is what you wish.”

Any ice that had defrosted with Ranpo’s picture is immediately incinerated by her burning hot anger. She sits upright, her spine straight and her eyes burning. “Are you implying that I will cheat on you?” Fukuzawa waves his hands anxiously in denial. “No, that's not what i—” The fire abates, then returns in full force. “Wait, do you have a lover?” Fukuzawa shakes his head. ‘No! I only thought that you might have a younger boyfriend you wished to marry instead of me. After all, this decision was made without your input.” Fukuzawa is relieved to see the fire abate, replaced instead with a sweet kind of thanks.

She leans forward a little, a small sincere smile curving across her pretty lips. “I have no one. But it was very kind of you to ask.” She says, as the ties holding the bathrobe come looser and looser. “And even if I had someone, I would never ask for something like that.” Fukuzawa is horrified by the spike of hope that rises in his chest, pillaging through the walls around his heart and stabbing right in, warming his heart with a futile hope. He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts and emotions as she speaks.

“Would you like something to drink? I have some delicious green tea.” He nods, hoping the soothing aroma and taste will calm him down. She stands, and moves to the small kitchenette across from the bed, starting the tea. She speaks as she works. “So, I heard you met my sister Helena? Tall, blond…” Fukuzawa vividly remembers Helena, a tall blond woman who barged into his dinner and in no uncertain terms told him that if he mistreated her sister she would ruin his life. “Yes, she said hello to me at dinner.”

“I hope she didn't bother you, Helena is harmless, I promise.” It's clear how much love she has for her sister, it drips from every word as she chatters on, excitedly telling Fukuzawa story after story of her sister. Fukuzawa hopes dearly that one day, she will speak of him and Ranpo so fondly. His thoughts are imputent, he knows that, but it's in his best interests to not deny them. He's too old for all of this.

“Here you are, Mr. Fukuzawa.” She leans down, placing a fragrant cup of green tea on the table in front of him. “Call me Fukuzawa.” She shoots him a smile and a nod. “Call me Name.” It's small really, but it feels good. The atmosphere has become pleasant, so different from the earlier tense and icy landscape, and Fukuzawa feels relief, until of course, disaster strikes.

She trips slightly, and the glass of green tea she is carrying spills all over her chest, staining the white fabric green. Thankfully it's iced, but she still panics, probably worried about staining. And you see, the thing is, Fukuzawa knows he should turn around, he knows she’s panicking and she forgot herself for a moment, and he knows he should clear his throat or turn around or something. But he still watches in slow motion as she undoes the ties, pulling off that bathrobe and tossing it hurriedly away.

It's somehow straight out of his fantasies, and yet a curse of his nightmares. It's white, and lace and see-through and Fukuzawa feels all the blood in his body rush south. Maybe it's that the slight glimpses were teasing him the entire evening, or maybe he’s just too pent up, but he feels just like a virgin again, discovering porn for the first time. And it kind of is porn, forbidden 3d porn and he's going to die. She looks heavenly, the lace hugging her pretty boobs, the panties hiding nothing at all, and the garter and stocking combo just straight out of any man's wet dream. He feels like a creep, like a gross disgusting perverted old man and he wants her to suffocate him with that pretty pussy all wrapped up in white lace, he wants those pouty lips on his cock, he wants those legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds her into the bed—

His dick is hard, his mouth is open, and then she looks up, meeting his eyes and Fukuzawa feels fear for the first time in a while.

$$$

You know what happened, you were panicking about expensive lingerie and green tea stains and all you wanted to do was get the stain away from the actual underwear as fast as possible. But as your eyes meet Fukuzawa’s own and you take in his state, you can't really say your sorry. He looks wrecked. His eyes are hazy, his mouth open in shock, and the most telling evidence of all is the bulge in his pants. You let a small smirk overtake your face. He wanted you after all. Elation and arousal are the confusing cocktail at work in your stomach as you saunter around the kitchen table, and sit yourself directly on his inviting lap.

This seems to snap him right out of his daze, and he gestures frantically, an apology on his tongue. “I'm so sorry Name, i didn't—” You press a finger to his lips, feeling sexy and confident as you grind down slightly on the rather large bulge in his pants. He lets out a gratifying grunt, as you lean down, running your hands through his soft silver hair. Your voice is a pur when you speak. “You wanna know something?” you know you look devastatingly sexy, and it makes you feel powerful. “I really like you Fukuzawa.” His cheeks flush all cute, and his dick twitches under you. You continue. “And I want you. Do you want me?” His voice is husky, but still slightly formal when he speaks. “Yes. But are you sure you want me?”

You let out a coy little giggle, and grind down again. His little stifled noises are unfairly sexy, you can feel wetness in your panties already.

“I want you so bad hubby. Now kiss me.” With no more words he grants your request.

Fukuzawa kisses just like he looks, gentle and deep, devouring your very soul with his tongue. It makes your pussy throb desperately, and it makes you feel rushed and hot and the whole thing feels somehow even more sexy. Your hands knot in his hair, tangling the strands with your sweaty fingers as you rut together, barely covered pussy on still clothed cock, cores together. You know your whining, letting out little gasps and breaths and as he hoists you up, draping you right across the kitchen table, hands carefully pulling the crotch of your panties away from your drooling pussy. Its so dirty somehow, here you are, about to be fucked senseless by your sexy new husband, right on your kitchen table. You can't wait. He steps back, shedding his coat and tie, and unbuttoning a few of the top buttons.

He looks so sexy above you, panting as he slips a finger into your pussy, stroking your inner walls slowly. “More.” You whine out, the needy tone in your voice embarrassingly clear. Fukuzawa chuckles, adding another finger as per your request. “Do you have condoms? I'm afraid I didn't bring any.” He speeds up his fingers, playing slightly with your clit, and your head falls back. “Don't care. Maybe you can get me pregnant, hubby.” You can tell it affects him by the way his fingers retreat, swiftly replaced by his cock. You moan loudly as he bottoms out, as he hoists your legs over his shoulder, still almost fully clothed. It turns you on greatly, the contrast from your almost naked self, and his composed, still clothed person. His cock is thick, stretching your walls apart and it pulses inside you. You want him to fuck you stupid senseless.

Your hands grip the side of the table as he begins to move, his pace betraying his sense of urgency. Each thrust is deep, hard, and it moves you back on the table, before his hand on your legs pulls you back. His hair is sweat soaked, sticking to his cheeks as he fucks you, his eyes locked on your own.

“Feel good baby?” He pants, his voice a groan. “Yes, ohh so good.” Your voice is loud, and slightly husky with panted moans and breathes. You're seriously going to explode. For the first time in your life you want to thank your father, for finding you a sexy husband who could fuck you crazy. You still hated the man, but he had done some things right in his life.

He's ruining your insides, and you can feel every pulse and twitch of his dick inside you, all berriors gone. You feel unimaginably full and hot and purfect. He stops to lean down, and grips your thighs in both hands, speeding up his thrusts. Your eyes roll back as he hits that spot, over and over and over again.

“Oh Fukuzawa!” He stops his thrusts, pausing deep inside you and you pant. “Yukichi.”

“What?”

“Call me Yukichi.” Your clenches, even as your heart rate speeds up and you gasp out his name, panting it like your last breath. “Yukichi!” The last of your sentence dissolves in a moan as he resumes, all pretense gone, slamming in and out and in and out, and destroying your insides. “You sound so pretty like this, screaming my name.” His voice is rough and full of pants, and so, so sexy. Your hands leave the edge of the table and reach for your breasts, playing with your nipples harshly. You can feel your orgasm building, that familiar heat in the pit of your stomach, begging to be released.

“ ‘m cumming.” You warn, as his thrusts stutter, losing their rhythm. “Me too.” His voice is deep, and as he slams in one more time, and a hot feeling shoots inside of you, you lose it. You know you scream when you come, and at some point he drops your legs and kisses you, his dick still lodged inside of you. And as you come down from your high, and you feel his strong arms carrying you to the bed, you feel hopeful for your future with your sweet new husband, and all the good fuckings that will come with it.

Taglist: @mulit05ho3st4n

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd smut #fukuzawa x reader #mariannacrxss #helplesslypurple77Kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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juliettedunn · 1 year

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Season 3 Lumity

There’s been a new era of Lumity I’ve seen since Season 3 began, despite their relationship being relatively out of focus. I’m not just talking about the angst, though obviously yes, Luz is very depressed and that impacts how they interact. But it’s more than that, and I really like the direction it’s gone with their romance.

I noticed it right away with the rain scene,the way they interact here is different from before.They were always ultra affectionate,but there was a tentative, blushey energy. Here that is gone,they are fully comfortable with each other, no longer nervous,and deeply romantic.

It truly feels like they’ve been together for a while now, had time to progress in their relationship. They are in a new stage, and that’s apparent in all their interactions. It’s why they don’t blush so much anymore, which is actually quite normal.

They are seeing each other more clearly, not only recognizing but becoming very familiar with all their tendencies and habits. In many ways their interactions are MORE romantic than they were previously.

Before, they were absolutely adorable and innocent. Now they are matured, deeply in love, and incredibly tender.

I appreciate how much time their relationship has been given to progress. Usually it’s only the pining phase.

With Lumity, we have a silly pining phase, an early relationship phase where they are ridiculously sappy and nervous, and now a phase where they are completely comfortable and see each other on a much deeper level.

They are so tender now, with their expressions and the softness of their affection.Though Luz is having severe mental health issues, the two are deeply aware and caring of each other. It is sadly rare to see this level of healthy communication and understanding in media.

It means so much to see a mutually loving and supportive relationship progress past the crushing phase and blossom into something deeper and more intimate.

And while their relationship is fairly out of focus in S3, the bits we do have are masterful and make me even more attached to the ship than before. I adored the silly crushing era, but this more mature and tender era of Lumity is EVERYTHING to me.

#lumity #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #the owl house luz #amity blight #julietteanalyzes

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chocotonez · 1 year

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soft chan boyfie hcs

a/n: I have nothing to say here but I like saying things

warnings/genre: swearing, food, mentions of insecurities, gn reader but lmk if anything implies otherwise or if anything else should be tagged!!

-sweet boy

-oh sweet sweet boy

-puts a 110% into your relationship at all times

-he can be a busy person but he remembers every single date, anniversary, or any plans you made and always texts you if he can’t make it etc etc

-and always makes it up to you!! <3

-invites you to just sit w him in the studio because he likes spending time w/ you yknow?? even if you two don’t have a lot to talk about he likes that you’re there

-does that little smile while shaking his head if you’re being silly he finds it so adorable

-worships you, and makes sure you know it by reminding you how beautiful and lovely he thinks you are

-very public abt your relationship even tho he probably ended up exposing it by accident tbh

-he also goes to far lengths to defend you, whether it be to the public eye or if a peer is bothering you, etc etc

-just a natural caregiver/protector

-loves to paint your nails <3

-very supportive of you in all things, art, work, passion projects…you give him so much support in his work that he wants to give back as much as he can

-he always apologizes no matter what, and not just “sorry u feel that way” or just doing it so you both stop arguing but he’ll go sit down and take some time and rlly reflect on it yknow?

-but he’ll also want to communicate how he feels and why he felt that way to you and loves feeling heard and when you recognize his feelings and ajakdkaldksl

-you know he won’t cheat because he’s ass at keeping secrets

-for a surprise birthday party he was giggling and hinting at it all day and so you just had to act surprised because he thinks he’s so sneaky

-hates lying to you LMAO, one time he threw away a drink you got him because he didn’t like it and he came to your house crying and apologizing

-loves making you smile

-needs a lot of attention sometimes and can be a very whiny big baby if not given his daily dose of affection

-asks if you’re comfortable 25/8

-makes sure ur well fed

-if he’s away on tour he’ll DoorDash you ur fave and text you like “heyyyy I sent you some food :) make sure to eat well!”

-same with water, sleep, etc

-take care of urself yknow?

-but you also help promote those healthy habits back at him

-he loves taking care of you and being there for you but the fact you do the same for him…!!

-he loves u <3

#stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids blurbs #bangchan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader

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animentality · 5 months

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the fun thing about durgetash for me as far as definitely toxic ships go, is that gortash and durge, as individuals, are toxic. but the ship itself? not toxic at all in my take. because as horrible as they are as people, the love they have for each other is actually very genuine. everyone else in the world is dust under their boots except for each other. they truly respect each other and get along frighteningly well and listen to each other and support each other’s atrocities and so, if you ignore the screaming of their victims in the background, their relationship is actually kind of healthy.

to be fair: this is with my version of them in mind lol i know other people have spicer takes where they ARE actively toxic to each other and such, and those are fun too but ive gotten so into the version of them where they both just exude toxicity to everyone in their lives EXCEPT each other. it’s already a trope im very weak to but its especially crazy with them. its like they cancel each other out somehow lol

like i think it takes a while to get to that point of course, to build up actual trust enough to feel even slightly safe around each other, but once they open up to each other the affection-starvation just jumps out. and then despite everything they manage to actually be gentle with each other. and neither of them deserves gentleness of any sort, but they get it anyway, from each other.

so for me durgetash is “toxic” only by virtue of the individuals involved being horrible terrible people, and because they gleefully support each other’s evil plans, and not because of how they actually treat each other, which is actually the closest thing to “normal” either of them will ever experience (and it is still so, so far from “normal” lol)

but it’s still also nice to be in a ship where the discourse is so obvious we don’t even bother lol. yes gortash has a list of human rights abuses longer than he is tall. yes he’s gonna have an evil cuddle with his evil partner-in-crime in their evil bedroom after a long, hard day of being evil. and i’m gonna be thinking about it <3

Anon, you get me.

I think durgetash just works because...they are so blatantly evil.

Gortash tortured a bunch of people trying to figure out how tadpoles worked, and the evidence of his crimes is in the mindflayer colony beneath Moonrise and in the Steel Watch Foundry. His Steel Watch guards literally kill children and innocent families.

The Dark Urge mentions killing (eating?) a BABY. They have killed thousands. They eat human meat. They torture people.

They both started the entire plot by being total pieces of shit.

So what are you going to do?

Cancel them???

The game cancels them.

Gortash literally got cancelled so hard his brain popped.

The Dark Urge dies in most playthroughs. They only become redeemable by literally dying and becoming a new person. Plus their life is so fucking awful, that it almost cancels out how bad they are, because they're a vessel of Bhaal, who can either choose obedience or death.

They are both so outrageously evil, you can't even be outraged.

No one on the entire planet is defending either of them.

It almost defeats itself as an argument, like, you say Gortash is horrible, and I say yeah, man. You say, the Dark Urge is evil, and I say absolutely.

But that's kind of why...a relationship between the two of them IS so good, though.

Sure, there have always been villainous ships, but...something about these jagged creatures having a soft spot for one another...

It just works.

It's...it's taking two wretched beasts, and giving them something human to hold between their claws.

How can you support them being together, but how could you deny them this?

They're so horrible, they don't deserve love, but at the same time, seeing profoundly evil people are still capable of love, and humanity is inescapable, no matter how inhuman you are...

Hmmmm.

Yes.

The worse Dark Urge and Enver are, the better Durgetash comes.

That's the wonderful conundrum.

It's honestly such a SHIP, anon.

THE Ship.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #durgetash #dark urge #enver gortash

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the-resident-gay · 14 days

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top 5 fable ships go

I don't know ship names very well so please forgive me

I've also decided to do 5 platonic and 5 romantic because yes

ROMANTIC

5. Wetbird- I am a proud Icarus POV main and I enjoy a healthy bit of Vens POV as well. There is something about this ship that just feels very right to me and also they both have experience with Fable so I feel like they'd have this ability when something might set the other off with trauma and stuff

4. Ghaae- The OG polycule on the server and they can do no wrong in my eyes. They support each other so nicely and its just wonderful.

3. Isla/Enderian- The momssss. I love them sm for so many reasons. Enderian being protective of Isla and only soft for her is mmmmm/pos

2. Ocie/Centross- you guys I love them. I love them so much. They are so similar and I love them so much and they're just mmmmmmm/vpos. How to I explain the love I have for these two.

Wolftross- I hold them in my little hands. As a Centross POV main(until the cathedral, ofc), watching this relationship form was one of my favorite things ever. From the castle back to spawn to s3, I love this ship with my whole heart.

PLATONIC

5. Rae/Wolf(Nightingstar?)- Okay so I love these two as a duo, and the cast can do what the cast wants to do with their characters. Now, with that being said- something about them becoming romantic didn't and still doesn't sit right with me. I can totally see the two in a QPR, they have a great dynamic as partners, but I just prefer them as a platonic ship.

4. Ari/Momboo- I have seen like three posts about them as partners and I hold them in my hands. The sun/moon imagery. The potential for nicknames. They would be wonderful QPPs.

3. End duo- They're such close friends. They are always there for each other. I hold them in my hands.

2. Ghosty/Momboo- LOTW and the guy she revived. The everlasting friendship. Their beauty as a duo. They are so good you guys I don't know how to sell this please just trust me on it.

Prison duo- I could go on for so long about why these two are the perfect platonic relationship in my eyes. They have similar trauma, saw each other at their worsts, when through so much shit and came out as best friends. Icarus taking off their jacket, which they don't do often, in front of Centross. Icarus letting Centross give them a tattoo. Icarus barely fighting Centross when he took off their gloves. Centross showing up on Icarus' doorstep with a skulk injury. Centross fighting Fable for Icarus. Them, everyone.

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h-c-u · 1 year

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No longer a secret pt 2

Summary: Just... A healthy couple being a couple... Supporting each other and living a soft, slow domestic life.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

W/C: 2.9k

Rating: PG, age gap

TWs: none

A/N: It was supposed to be a one-shot, but oops, I slipped and fell on part 2. Also - could I describe the whole recipe cause I know it like the back of my hand? You bet. So, if anyone wants a recipe for a lamb rack in a red-wine glaze - hit me up :) Also-also - there will be a part 3!

Taglist: @crimeshowjunkie

Series Masterlist | Masterlist | List of tags | Playlist for the series

You always felt safe in the car with him, and even though in the beginning he was riding like a maniac, with the progress of your relationship - it slowly died down, and when one morning you asked him about it, he simply replied "How could I risk putting the most important person in my life in any danger?", like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and even though he still enjoyed the speed, he wasn't doing any risky maneuvers when you were with him.

The whole ride to the hotel was quiet, but it was far from awkward... You were staring out the window, deep in your thoughts, with one hand under your chin and the other on his thigh, where your fingers intertwined with his, and every time he was changing gears, he moved both of your hands to the stick, not wanting to let you go even for a second.

When the car was parked, he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it, before you left the car, and when you did, you easily slipped under his arm and wrapped yours around his hip. Here you didn't have to be so careful, because the hotel was occupied only by the Mercedes team, so even if anyone saw you two, you seriously doubted that they would leak the information about who their boss was with... And since this secret had an expiration date in the near future, you felt comfortable enough lowering the walls here and there.

- I think I've come up with a rough plan... - you said when you were in the elevator. - It's mostly bullet points, and there is a lot of technical and legal research in front of me, but I'm already excited. - you looked up, and you could see that he was already excited with you, even though he had a whole race to think of.

- Do you want to run it by me now? - he asked, and you shook your head.

- Not yet... I will in a few days though. - you wanted to make sure that everything was as perfect as possible before you shared the details, and for that, you needed more time. And you didn't want to burden him with anything more this close to the race. - But first dinner... How hungry are you? - you asked because you wanted to estimate how much time you could spend on preparing food.

- Not that much... And the work shouldn't take me more than 2 hours, most likely less. After that, I'm all yours. - he smiled and leaned in to kiss the top of your head before the elevator door opened.

It didn't take you long to get to the room, and when Toto almost immediately started working from the kitchen island, you took a quick shower first.

- I'm stealing one of your shirts with full intentions of staining it! - you shouted from the bedroom, even though he told you times and times again that if you wanted something of his, you could just take it.

- Go for it! - he shouted back, and you couldn't help but smile when you took one of his blue shirts and put it on. You left three top buttons open, because you were still hot after the shower. You also tucked the front of the shirt behind a band of your shorts and rolled up the sleeves, so you could actually do things with your hands.

Before you got to cooking, you came up behind Toto who was studying a specific graph on his screen, wrapped your arms around his abdomen, and pressed your cheek to his back. He instinctively covered your hand with his, not looking away from the laptop. Finding a rhythm with him was easy, almost natural. Sure, you had some disagreements, but nothing serious enough to put a wedge between you two... And it helped that both of you craved physical affection because there didn't have to be any reason behind a hug, a kiss, or a simple touch, just like now... You stayed like that for a moment without having to explain why and pressed a quick kiss in the place, where your cheek rested just a second ago.

- If you need a rubber duck, feel free... - you said, walking around the kitchen island. When you first explained the concept to him, he couldn't stop laughing, but then one evening he actually tried it... And even though you didn't fully understand what he was talking about, explaining the problem out loud, was enough for him to realize what he was doing wrong. And ever since, every now and again he went into a very technical rant, sometimes in German, but mostly in English, so you could ask at least some questions.

- Thank you, Schatzi. - he looked up for a moment and when he saw what you were wearing, a giant smile bloomed on his face and he couldn't stop staring for a good moment, even when you caught him. - Do you need help with that? - he pointed his chin at the lamb rack, still in one piece that you took out of the fridge. As a daughter of a professional chef, it would be hard for you not to know how to handle yourself in the kitchen, and even though you definitely didn't cook every day, you still enjoyed it. And even though he knew all of that, he still offered to help.

- Finish your work, mo Chuisle... - when he called you Love or Schatzi, you loved looking for nicknames in every language of the world, and when your friends called their partners babe or honey, you were peppering yours with Neshama Sheli (my soul), Ya Amar (my moon), and many more, and he never knew which one was coming. It was like his own personal Russian Roulette of love.

- Mo Chuisle....? That's a new one. - of course, he nailed the pronunciation the first time, while it took you at least five minutes to get the rough "ch" right.

- It is... - you smiled at him, while you took everything that you might need for cooking. As soon as he noticed that you enjoyed cooking even in hotels, he always made sure to request a suit with a fully stocked kitchen, even if he wasn't sure, you were to visit him. - It's Gaelic and it means my pulse or my heartbeat. - you explained and before you even got to prepping, you poured a glass of water and dropped a lemon slice in it.

- I like it... Mo Chuisle... - he repeated it again committing it to memory, while you put the glass in his reach, and he almost immediately took it and drank half of it. Even though you technically didn't live together, you learned each other's habits and preferences pretty well.

And now you could officially start cooking. Dividing the rack took you less than a minute, so did making a simple rosemary-garlic marinade, and while the meat was absorbing it, you peeled the potatoes, cut them in quarters, and put them in a pot. While they were slowly boiling, you cut more garlic and rosemary and put them in a pan with olive oil, and as soon as it started heating up, the simple yet amazing smell filled up the room. When the oil was infused, you strained it and divided it in two to use later.

Once you got into the proper rhythm and your muscle memory took over, your mind went back to your plans for the future. You knew you would have to start and register your own production company, which seemed to be the easy part... You already had some names in mind when it came to a possible tech crew. During your years with the network, it was hard not to make some friends both in and outside of the company, and you were almost sure that at least five people would be willing to go on this adventure with you. And when it came to the research team, you knew you would need at least two... let's say "very passionate" people whose skills towered the FBI, so they could push each other to find more and more interesting things peppered over the internet, and you could easily think about one person who once was able to find a guy just by his phone case, so you had no doubts that she would be able to comb every part of the internet to find the most obscure facts and verify them.

- Mark confirmed he'll be able to swing by tomorrow morning. 8 AM ok? - the question pulled you from your train of thought, and you needed a moment to take in the reality. Potatoes were already roasting in the oven, the fresh greens salad was already done, and you were in the process of reducing the wine glaze. You continued mixing it, so it wouldn't burn.

- The lawyer...? - you confirmed, looking at Toto over your shoulder, and he nodded. – 8 AM is fine. Here? - you assumed that's what "swing by" meant, but you wanted to make sure.

- Yes. He also asked if you could forward him the contract beforehand... - you run the wooden spatula through the middle of the pan to check the consistency, and it was perfect, so you turned off the heat and turned around.

- Sure, I can do that right now, I have it somewhere in my emails. - you had to get your phone from the bedroom. It wasn't hard to find the right message, and you passed your cell to Toto, so you could fill in the email address since you didn't know it, but instead of just taking your phone, he pulled you closer in such a way, that your back was pressed against his chest, and he rested his chin on your right shoulder. You gently pressed your cheek to his hair, and put your free hand on his neck.

You stayed like that for a moment, but he eventually took your phone from your hand, unlocked it, and send the email with your contract to his lawyer.

- Dinner is ready by the way... Are you done with work? - you asked when he put your phone screen down on the kitchen island.

- Mhm... - he mumbled and gave you a tighter squeeze before finally letting you go, so you could plate the food, while he put his laptop away, so he wouldn't be tempted to do more. - It looks amazing, Schatzi.

- It tastes even better. - you smiled and while he moved the plates to the small, round table next to the window, you poured two glasses of the same wine you used to make the glaze with, and placed one closer to him.

- Ok, now tell me what you came up with. - he requested when you were finally sitting at the table, and you rested your feet on his chair, next to his thigh. He started slowly eating, and you told him about your plans about the type of company you'd think would be the best for this whole endeavor, which was a private company limited by shares, who you'd like to have in your team and why, how to go about the recruitment process, what equipment you’d like to start with, and the general idea for the set aesthetics; you wanted it to be elegant and consistent, but easy to travel with, because you suspected that not everyone you wanted to interview would be ready to drop everything and come to England for a day, and you didn't want something flashy, because the conversation itself was supposed to draw the most attention.

After he finished eating, and you still continued talking, he gently rested one hand on your calf, while the other played with a glass of wine. He was asking some clarifying questions here and there, because your brain was galloping so fast, that sometimes you skipped a few sentences out loud, trying to get to the point as soon as possible.

At first, you didn't even realize that he started very gently massaging your leg with a knuckle of his thumb, while you leaned back in your chair, but when your brain finally caught up, you couldn't help but smile. He knew you were on your feet all day, and even though you weren't in pain, he still thought about helping you in ways you haven't thought about.

- You're handling it very well, Schatzi, I just have one remark. - you nodded, encouraging him to continue, while you finished your wine. - And believe me, it pains me to say it, but you shouldn't start with the Mercedes team, not even with Lewis, even though everyone knows you two are friendly. - he let his words sink in, and your first reaction was to go to that irrational place, where the voices were screaming at you that he thought you weren't good enough to interview his drivers or him. But then he caught your gaze, and you realized what he truly meant because there was no way he would hurt you like that.

- Our relationship will be out before the first interview... And people might think that either I or you are playing favorites, and I might get accused of not being objective. - you finished the thought for him.

- Precisely. - you couldn't stop the sigh that left your lungs. He, of course, was right, and you knew he didn't mean it in a malicious way, but it wasn't something you even considered yet. Lewis was a safe option, but now... Now you would actually have to do some networking. - If you're taking suggestions, I would recommend Daniel for the first interview. He's popular right now, and his name would pull in the audience. - it was a good suggestion, and you would definitely consider it, just... not now. There was still a lot to do before you could even start thinking about potential guests. - Have you thought about where your offices would be? - another question that definitely needed an answer.

- I haven't... But in my defense, I've been thinking about it for about two hours total. - you put your hands up in a defensive gesture, but it was just for show. To be honest, he probably thought about it even less, but he had much more experience in running anything than you, so you were grateful for any advice or input.

- How about your flat in London...? - he suggested, and you immediately tensed up, not sure where he was going with it. - It's big enough to store equipment and you could remodel the living room into an office space. I assume researchers and editors could work from home...? - you nodded cautiously. - So, you don't need desks for all the people at the same time, and they could rotate. You could also soundproof your bedroom and remodel it into a recording studio. And you could finally move in with me... - and there it was. It was a sneaky way to ask, and it's not like you haven't talked about it before, but now your biggest obstacle was beginning to crumble and move out of the way. There was a long moment of silence while you were reconsidering every argument, every pro and every con.

- Fine... - you finally said and shook your head in disbelief, still unsure what it all meant, but a giant smile bloomed on your face, despite the mellow word you chose to use.

- Fine...? - he made sure because even though he asked, he didn’t know what your response would be.

- Fine, I will officially move in with you. - you laughed quietly. - But I'm not just gonna call the moving company and move all my stuff in one day, you have to give me time to adjust, ok...? - even though you really wanted to do that, you were a little bit scared. You loved him, and he loved you, and it should be as simple as that, but you couldn't think yourself out of the emotions you felt.

- Fine... - he purposefully mirrored your choice of word, and leaned in, reaching for your hands to pull you closer, and when you did, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. - Go rest, Schatzi... You cooked; I'll clean. - he put your leg back on the floor, so he could leave his chair. Technically the cleaning service could take care of everything tomorrow, but you enjoyed that he wanted to share the chores, and you couldn't help but wonder what living with him full-time would be like...

It's not like you've never been to his house, because you spent many, many nights there. And on top of that, there were all the days you've spent together in hotel rooms when either of you was traveling for work, so you already had a pretty good idea, but full-time...? And more importantly, you would have to start calling his house your home, which would take some adjusting. But the gardens... You smiled just thinking about them.

You didn't want to go to bed yet, so you opted out for a couch where you could observe what he was doing behind the kitchen island.

There wasn't a lot of cleaning to do, because your unintended training meant that you were washing everything as you went, but it was still nice knowing, that you didn't have to do everything alone. Now or ever... Because you couldn't imagine your life without Toto in it.

Part 3

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Toto Wolff fanfiction #Toto Wolff x reader #🖤#📏#No Longer a Secret by G.

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stoned-eren · 12 days

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summer character ref!

i realized i never made a character ref for my self insert/oc so here it is <3 she’s a part of the aot universe :3

more information about them under the read more, if you're interested! (it's long i am SORRY)

summary: born in the shiganshina district and part of the 104th cadet corps. they join the survey corps, and ultimately become a part of the special operations squad (squad levi). with a bit of naivety to them, they start off very hopeful for the future of paradis.

as she joins the survey corps, she is in charge of creating maps used for formations and battle strategies. there are also times where she helps in designing equipment, such as the executioner from hell (that large log device used to kill titans) and the new odm gear.

unfortunately, the pressure of dealing with titans on a regular basis, as well as the stressors from her personal life, start to plant a seed of uncertainty in her.

after sasha’s death, she loses a lot of meaningful connections with her friends. she begins to isolate herself and displays behaviors that are abnormal for her, such as excessive fear and panic.

additionally, she loses her ability to maintain a healthy day to day life. no one knows what’s going on- she’s met with resistance towards her “odd” behaviors.

it all becomes too much. since she's unable to “quit”, she runs away, living beyond the walls in a small cabin. she spends her days maintaining her land and learning how to become a fishmonger. her mental health improves slightly, but never really recovers.

occasionally they make trips into marley to sell their fish, forging documents that allow them into the nation. human interaction for them becomes far and few in between, usually only when they visit marley.

her visits to marley really open her eyes; seeing the worst of society. all the blame that’s put on her people, all the injustice, the misinformation.

at first, she takes a neutral stance on the rumbling. ultimately though, she realizes that the rumbling is inhumane and needs to be stopped, so she helps out in the end. she doesn’t fight directly, rather provides support on falco’s jaw titan with levi and gabi.

combat/skills: truthfully, she is not an expert in using her odm gear, being one of the lowest performing students in her cadet days. for some reason, she is unable to get the complexities of the odm gear down, but manages well enough not to get chomped up.

for summer, she is relied upon more for her ability to create diagrams and maps that the survey corps would use, mainly for battle tactics and navigation. she was in charge of making maps for different squads, spending long nights carefully curating each drawing.

personality: summer has an innate curiosity and unique appreciation for the world. she feels a deep connection to nature, the stars, and the moon. she can also be very creative and has a profound love for art, especially paintings and sculptures.

when it comes to interacting with others, she is very shy and withdrawn, opting to avoid individuals rather than approach them. unfortunately, she doesn’t trust easily, making it hard for her to form deep connections with others. nonetheless, she tries her best to be respectful and understanding.

she wants to be an optimist, but has had her hope taken many times, leading her to become increasingly pessimistic as time goes on. her world view can be very negative at times, especially during her visits to marley. but through it all, her love for the world never dissipates. to her, there is always something to find joy in.

appearance: her features are very round and soft. her eyes are an amber color, while her hair is an orange/redhead color. it’s styled to be in a wavy bob with bangs on the left side of her face.

summer is short in stature, no more than 5 feet tall. she has a very flat/emotionless expression most of the time, even when expressing intense emotion. she also has a hard time maintaining eye contact.

relationships: romantically involved with eren. they have known each other since they were children. as kids, they argued a lot, since summer and eren had similar personalities- the two of them being hotheads.

however, as they get older, their passion for the world brings them together. summer has a slight crush on eren during her cadet days, silently pining over him for years. after many awkward smiles and shy glances, eren drunkenly admits his feelings to summer at the party in marley, leading them to start dating.

while summer is living in the cabin, she doesn’t see eren much. when eren becomes a wanted man, he randomly surprises summer with visits that can last a few days. unfortunately he can’t stay for long, otherwise he risks the livelihood of both of them. the two of them simply appreciate the time they have together.

when eren starts the rumbling, they are still together, but summer completely disapproves of his actions, leaving their relationship in limbo (not that it’s that important at that point anyway.) she eventually decides she can’t let him go on with the rumbling and aids in his death.

best friends with sasha. they met in the 104th cadet corps, and instantly became friends after sasha’s potato mishap. sasha and summer’s personalities mesh together perfectly. they stay close friends until sasha’s death, which becomes one of the breaking points for summer.

friends with jean and connie. she’s not as close to them as she is with sasha, but she trusts them greatly and gets along with them very well. connie, sasha, and summer goof off a lot, while jean has to scramble to get everybody back on track. ultimately, the four of them have a solid bond.

aquaintances with mikasa and armin. despite interacting with them since she was a child, she doesn’t know them extremely well. but she gets along with them just fine. she appreciates the level of care they have for eren.

mentored by levi. the two of them have a unique level of trust with each other. levi is familiar with summer’s outbursts and panics, and is able to calm her down alot, especially during battle. summer deeply trusts levi and looks to him for advice and navigating through life. a few sarcastic remarks from levi is all summer needs to push herself forward, or see things from a new perspective.

likes: mystery, thinking deeply, art, the moon and stars.

dislikes: loud noises, being alone, mirrors, and eye contact.

#ok uhh i didnt expect to write that much but lol #also i changed her hair!! i felt like this was much more natural so :>#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #art.exe #ocs #self insert #star divider by saradika

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A Toxic Lesson Part 2 (Kurt X Y/N)

A/N: After promising it forever, I finally bare you a part 2. I saw an interview the other day where Joe said he had like a tub of oily hair product they kept to make his hair look the way it does in the film lol Still a sexy boy with dem big hands <3.

Warnings: Kurt is a toxic boy! This relationship is definitely not a healthy one! He gaslights her constantly and through out the two stories her mind slowly slips from ration to irrational. If this triggers you I INSIST YOU DO NOT READ!

SMUT, he is a bit rough with some dominate, strongly possessive behavior, dirty talk, ANGST, all of it. The murders in the film are glossed over till we get to the one in this story. Like the first story I changed some of the dialogue because...I mean you get it...his passenger is a sexist douchebag lol, his death is briefly described but not lingered on. Another death is described in a bit more detail but not too much (if you've seen the film you know; those bottom pics in the picture above is a hint).

Again, Kurt is NOT a good boy. He does get a bit rough with the reader, shoving her against a wall when she mentions something he doesn't like, she talks about her feelings (feeling like this is her fault somehow, wondering if there was more she could have done, etc), Kurts toxic upbringing is mentioned briefly. I think that's everything but alas... if you watched the movie and read my last story you should know what your walking into!

Word Count: 4141

Part 1

You remained silent for the next couple of rides Kurt picked up but your eyes were always scanning him over. What happened? How did he get to this point? Was it something you missed or could have prevented? He had always had a rough childhood with his parent’s divorce and his dad’s drug habit. He felt that strong need to take care of his mother but she always felt so absent. Most of the time Kurt was alone…which was part of the reason you assumed he needed to have so many followers. He needed to be seen, to be loved.

Maybe my love wasn’t enough…I could have given him more; supported him harder. I should have found a way to give him what he needed.

As the car stopped at a red light, he turned to glance at you noticing your glazed over look. His soft hand reached out to lightly grip your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him and when his thumb caressed your cheek, a pleasant sigh left your lips.

“I love you, Kurt.”

His smile melts your heart before the Spree app dings for his next passenger reminding you both of what he was doing. The next person he picked up was a complete douchebag. Any time Kurt tried to say something kind, the man cut him off saying he had somewhere he needed to be and that he needed to “shut the fuck up.”

“HEY! There’s no reason for you to be an asshole! Either be nice or YOU shut the fuck up.”

“Ugh. Control your fucking woman, dude.”

“Hey, alright, come on now. We show women respect.”

“I’ll show her some fucking respect…”, the man grumbled under his breath.

Your eyes rolled as he continued to complain, even more so when Kurt accepted the call to pick up another passenger. As soon as she got in the car, you liked her. She put the asshole in his place and your boyfriend seemed really interested in her when it came to her career. While the man kept trying to hit on her, Kurt asked her questions and you watched as his whole demeanor changed converting back to that goofy kid you fell in love with.

“Um, sir, are you a twitter bot or is there a real live human boy in there?”

Kurt blinked as he nervously laughed. “I’m as real as you. I don’t…”

Your jaw clenched as you held in the urge to snap at her. She didn’t know him like you did or what he had been through. In this moment, he was genuinely being kind to her and she was mocking him. What was worse was he also genuinely didn’t seem to get that she was.

“…you becoming Insta famous has made you a total bitch.”

Kurt slammed on the breaks causing everyone to fly forward as he turned to face the other man.

“Out!”

You listened to everyone argue before the woman got out of the car and splashed the man with water from her bottle and tossing it at his rear window. Gasping as some of the water hit you, Kurt immediately turned to you, his large palm cupping your cheek as he wiped the liquid away from your lips.

“Just drive, asshole!”

Kurt’s eyes shifted like it had with the others but instead of panicking, you tilted forward crashing your lips to his.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Unless this is going to be a three way, can we get a move on so I can fuck my own girl!”

Heavily sighing, Kurt pulled away from you but held your hand as he began to drive again. As he headed for another secluded area, he managed to get the man out of his vehicle as the rider proclaimed obnoxiously that he needed to go to the bathroom. When he turned towards you with that slanted, cocky smile, you knew.

“Won’t it ruin the car?”

Your boyfriend’s grin grew as he shook his hair away from his eyes and turned his whole body so he could see behind him as he reversed. The thud made you jump as the man rolled over the top and down over the hood. Kurt tilted his head as he watched the body slide off the windshield and onto the dirt.

This time he was surprised when he felt your small hand graze the bulge in his sweatpants. Kurt’s murder filled eyes met your lust filled ones before you lean over to passionately kiss him. His mouth hums against yours as you move your palm faster against him and he rapidly reaches for the waistband of his pants to shove them down just enough to free his cock.

“Wait. Shit. I almost forgot.” As he begins reaching for his phone to turn off the cameras, you grab his wrist.

“You…you can leave them on if you want to.”

His long, fingers snaked behind your head as his lips trailed up your jawline to the shell of your ear that was furthest from the cameras in front of you.

“You’re mine, Y/N. No one can see or have your body except me. If I wanted to fuck you in front of these people I would have done it already.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry if I upset you, baby.”

The fingers Kurt had tangled in your hair abruptly tugged you back, forcing you to look up at him.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to be afraid of me? Hm?”

“I-I-I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore. I just don’t want you to be upset or unhappy.”

Kurt’s eyes soften as he leans forward to kiss your forehead before pressing buttons on his phone to turn off all the cameras.

“As long as I’m with you, baby, I’m happy. I love you so much.” Hearing him say that had a giddy feeling course through your veins. Without looking away, you lick your palm, and he moans as you stroke his length.

Roughly, he unbuttons your jeans and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth making you gag.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Choke on my fingers. Get them nice and wet.”

Removing them with a desperate pop from your lips, his massively large palm slid under the waistband of your underwear making you groan as he thrust his digits inside of you.

Your forehead fell onto his shoulder and that safe feeling washed over you as you inhaled his scent reminding you of nights he held you when he spent the night talking about the future. Those nights when he would tell you all the things he was going to buy you when he became famous, not realizing that as long as you were with him you had everything you wanted.

Hearing him grunt in your ear, you pumped your hand faster around him as his free hand clung to the back of your neck holding you tighter to him.

“Y-yes, Y/N. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

Kurt tugged your hair so his lips could find yours till he let go and came in your hand. His own rhythm slowed only for a moment before he pumped his fingers hastily as he kissed your cheek. You clung to him as you panted and the coil snapped.

“Good…good girl, baby. Are you ok?” You nod as you lean back and try to catch your breath. “Come on. I need to get gas and I can get you something to drink.”

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You leaned blissfully against his shoulder as he scrolled through his phone to look up the young lady he previously had in his car pausing for a moment to light up the interior with a big grin that had you smiling as well.

“She’s got good content.”

“Yeah, I just don’t like the way she talked to you.”

“Aw.”, he coos as he kisses your nose, beaming when your smile grows. “It’s just how influencers talk to each other, honey. It’s ok. She has a show tonight…too bad we can’t go.”

You hold his hand the rest of the way until you stop at a gas station and get out with him to stretch your legs. Hearing him mutter under his breath, you assumed he was talking to the camera which wasn’t abnormal for him until you heard him raise his voice.

“Yeah, Bobby! That’s because people know we’re on a break right now!”

You chose to remain silent since the last time you brought up his relationship with Bobby he got exceptionally angry. It killed you, though, as he paused to look at his phone and his face fell. He shouted at the screen making you jump before you both finally noticed the cop on the other side getting gas as well.

As he continued to talk, you scanned the car, and froze when you noticed blood on the front bumper. Kurt followed your eyeline and as nonchalantly as possible leaned against his hood, pulling your sleeve so you could lean against his chest. You held him tightly as your thoughts spiraled into everything that could go wrong if this cop decided to dig further. Your boyfriend felt your fear and ran his palm along your back as he tried to comfort you.

“Seriously, Y/N, leave this loser.”, the little computer voice mocked from his phone.

“Fuck. Off. Bobby!”, you growled.

“Leave her alone. She’s been through a lot today.”

As the cop went about his business, Kurt kissed your cheek as they continued their back and forth and you cleaned the front of his car.

Opening his trunk, he pulled out one of his earlier victims open house signs and tossed them in the trash.

“What about your promise to me, Bobby! I haven’t seen anything from you! Get in the car, Y/N.”

You do as he commands watching with sympathetic eyes as he slams his trunk and climbs back in beside you.

“Is-Is he still going to help, Kurt?”

Furiously, he slams his hands against the steering as he sighs in frustration.

“I’m giving it my all here, goddamn it! Why can’t I get ahead!?”

Carefully, you reach out to brush some of the hair under the Kurt’s World Hat he put on behind his ear.

“You always give 100%, baby. It’s going to get better. THINGS will get better.”

His wild eyes meet yours before he softly smiles and playfully puts one of his hats on your head.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, sweetheart. I don’t think I could have done this alone.”

***

Your mood drastically changed after his last ride/kill and you were angry. First, Kurt insisted you sit in the back with these pretentious people while their friend sat beside him and continuously touched some part of his body like his arm or even his face. Then he drove like a maniac through the streets until heading for his next destination where not only did these two people die violently next you but you watched him kill someone with his own hands like it was nothing.

Of course, who’s the first person he calls afterwards?

“I just got the most epic kill! It was a triple KO! Bobby!”

And of course, Bobby wasn’t amused as he belittled him and everything Kurt was doing. Your boyfriend angrily grabbed his wet wipes from the console and you push back as far from him as you could as he reached over to clean the extra blood off the door beside you. As the phone disconnected and he exited the carwash he finally focused his attention on you.

“What’s got you so fucking pissed off?” Ignoring him you continue to glare out the window. “Go ahead, Y/N. Out with it! Is it how my friends fucking suck? Or maybe something wrong with my content? Please! Tell me! May as well kick me while I’m fucking down.”

You wanted to scream at him, smack him, or anything else you could think of to hurt him as much as you were hurting but you knew none of that would get through. Rolling down your window, you took off your Kurt’s world hat and tossed it out into the street.

“Hey! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck!?”

“Fuck. You! After everything I’ve done for you and you disrespect me like that!?”

“Like what?!”

“Now this is entertaining.”, the female voice on his phone pings.

“SHUT UP, BOBBY!”, you both shout in unison.

At a stop light, you got out of the car and power walked up the street to get away from him. His tires skidded as he parked and ran out to follow you.

“Come on, Y/N. Stop. Talk to me.”, he begged as he tried to block your path with his body.

“You let that bitch touch you!”, you shouted as you pushed his chest. “’Oh my god. Don’t listen to them. I think you’re a badass.’” Kurt rolls his eyes as you mock the woman’s voice. “Don’t roll your eyes at me! How would you feel if someone was flirting with me and touching my body or face?! You wouldn’t like it would you?!”

“Y/N, I didn’t even notice! All I care about is the fucking lesson!”

“Wow! What a surprise! You only care about your fucking channel and not my feelings! You’re just like your fucking dad!”

He moved in a blur, his eyes darkening as he pushed you against the building behind you.

“I am nothing like that deadbeat.”, he growled.

“All you father cares about are his fucking records and never gave a damn about you or your mom.” You shove him again and he lets you go. “I didn’t like seeing her touch you but more than anything it hurt me that you didn’t tell her to fuck off. Also…” You hugged your arms around your body. “It scared me a little watching you kill her…like that.”

Kurt sighs as your head hangs and he watches you cry. “Come here, baby.”, he coos as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like I don’t care about you or your feelings. I seriously didn’t notice she was flirting. Y/N, it took me years to even realize that you had a crush on me.” He smirked when he felt you lightly giggle against him. Tugging you back, his palms gently cup your face. “I would never hurt you like that either. YOU have always supported me. YOU have always been there for me. YOU are my number one fan. I don’t want anyone else and I didn’t mean to scare you. Bobby said to add ‘WTF moments’.”, he shrugged.

“Kurt…you said you care about my feelings…please hear me when I tell you that he doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t want to help you. I’m so tired of watching you hurt because he’s not following through with promises he made you.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, he led you back to the car and began driving again. You noticed he didn’t turn his Spree app back on as he began heading to what seemed like no apparent destination as he scrolled through that young lady’s Instagram again. You were so focused on him and listening to him mumble that you didn’t realize where you were until he parked again.

“I hope you’re watching this, Bobby.”

***

Bobby was extremely annoyed when he opened his front door and saw you both on his front porch. Kurt said they needed to talk but the other boy kept brushing him off. As he tried to slam the door on you two, your boyfriend blocked it with his foot.

“Just remember you asked for this. Sorry, Y/N.”

Bobby tapped his camera and suddenly began streaming making you fume. What made you even more angry was the insults he hurled in Kurt’s direction as he began to sway, trying to seem like he wasn’t hurt by what the boy was saying. Sure, Bobby was a kid but he was old enough to know that what he was saying was rude and selfish. Kurt watched him grow up and was there for him for most of his life. Who did this little shit think he was?

You listen as Kurt announced his plans for the lesson but as Bobby mocked him again, he become incredibly quiet, flashing you an almost sad smirk as he reached into his pocket, and produced a knife.

The man you fell in love, who was your first everything, and was the reason for your happiness through most of your life charged forward stabbing the person he once called his friend in the stomach. You listened to them wrestle before gun shots suddenly rang out and you ducked down on your knees as you covered your ears.

Everything became silent and you jumped when you felt hands grab your arms.

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” You shook your head as your hands ran over your body to double check. As he kissed your forehead, he showed you the screen on his phone. “Look, honey. We’re in the double digits now.”

***

“Look, baby, oh my god. Triple digits! Hi. Hello, everyone.”

Even though Kurt had made a big deal earlier today about people seeing your body, he still began streaming with you both naked in the shower. He did keep the camera up high enough not to show anything and made sure you were pressed against his chest with his arm protectively around you to make sure you didn’t move in a direction that would expose your breasts. Like a child, you clung to him, completely terrified of everything that just happened. A normal human being would be scared that the person they were in love with just murdered someone but you were too far gone into the moment. You were more concerned that he almost got shot than anything else.

“Guys, no!”, he chuckles. “I didn’t kidnap her…you’re so funny. No, this my girlfriend. We’ve been best friends since like kindergarten and together for over 10 years! 10 years! Can you believe that?! She’s been my number one fan since day one of Kurt’s World and she’s always supported me. I love her so much.”

His eyes look down to meet your big doe ones as you stare up at him as if he hung the moon. Kurt was acknowledging you and finally admitting how much of part you played in him starting his channel. You gave him the courage and support to follow his dreams and he was finally bestowing on you the recognition you felt you deserved. The adoration and loyalty he always seemed to have towards Bobby was now focused on you and your heart melted.

“I love you, baby.”, he cooed, sloppily kissing your lips before turning to address the camera again. Your mouth attached to his body, tracing up his chest till you reached his neck up to the outer shell of his ear.

“I need you to fuck me, Kurt. Please.”, you whispered.

You heard his confident voice faulter for a moment and after wrapping up what he was saying to his new viewers, turned off the stream, and tossed his phone on the floor outside of the shower door.

His now free palm held the back of your head as he kissed your lips passionately while you clung to his neck.

“I love you, Kurt. I was so scared that he was going to shoot you.”

“Aw, honey. Nothing is going to kill me tonight. Tonight, I’m invincible and so are you. I would never let anyone hurt you.” Turning you around, he placed your back to his chest as his hands roamed your body. While one skated over your tits, the other found its way between your legs. “Fuck…so fucking beautiful. I love that you’re mine.”

Kurt’s fingers pressed against your clit and you moaned loudly as your own palm looped between you both so you could stroke his cock.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you, baby… about Bobby.” You shook your head, not wanting to even hear his name anymore especially after he slid two of his fingers inside of your core. “You were right. You’re always right.”

“K-Kurt, I need you inside of me. Please!”

Grunting, he roughly turned you around and lifted you in his arms as he carried you to his former friend’s gigantic bed. He fell on top of you but you hastily turned him onto his back as you straddle his waist and guided his length inside of you.

“Fuck me.”

Your palms steadied yourself against his chest as you bounced on top of him, groaning as his mushroom tip constantly grazed that spot that had your eyes rolling. Memories flashed through your brain of you two growing up and everything you both had experienced together. You never could have anticipated that your relationship would have led you here but now that you were you couldn’t let him go. He needed you. Right?

“Kurt? I love you.”

“I-I love you to, baby. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“You…you need me right?”

His strong hands took hold of your hips forcing you to stop moving as your eyes met his. Wrapping one arm around you, he held you close to him as he pushed up onto his knees and adjusted your legs so they’d be more comfortable.

Your boyfriend’s lips tenderly kissed your own as he gripped your behind and maneuvered you till you grinding against him again.

“I do need you, Y/N. I always needed you. Where would I—mmm—where would I be without you?”

“P-Promise me, you…you won’t get hurt tonight. Please.”, you whimpered as your palms clung to his neck. “Please, I don’t know…what I’d do without you, baby.”

“I promise. You and I are both safe. Anyone even thinks about fucking hurting you…”, he growls as his eyes shut and press his forehead to your chest.

“Tell me, Kurt. What will happen?”

Abruptly flipping you on to your back, your head hangs over the edge as his mouth attaches to your neck making you moan loudly as his tongue licks your skin.

“I’ll tear them apart. I’ll make them wish they were never born.”

Kurt’s hips slam violently into your own, pushing him so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him pushing into your tummy. His thick hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as his face hovers just above yours while he continues to whisper.

“You’re mine, Y/N. All mine. If anyone tried to hurt you or take you away from me I’ll make them regret it. They’ll beg and plead but—fuck—nothing they say will be enough because you’re my angel. I-I know that look. Cum on my cock, baby.”

Your nails drag down his skin as you scream his name. Slowing his pace, he pounds into you hard until he feels you tighten around him as you cum.

“Good girl. My good girl. You always look so pretty like this. What are you doing with me, sweetheart?”

You lazily stroke his cheek as you watch his mouth fall open while he chases his high.

“I love you, Kurt. You’re mine to. Please, fill me up. I want you to feel good to. You deserve it.”

His damp hair falls in front of your eyes as he groans and clings to your body as you feel him warm your insides. You both lay there quietly for a moment as you try to catch your breaths before he hears you giggle underneath him.

“Honey, your hair is wet and sticking to my face.”

Your boyfriend lifts up on his elbows as he scans your features trying to get a read on where you are emotionally.

“Oh, yeah? This hair?” You laugh as he shakes his head like a dog sprinkling water all over you as you try to push away from him. Kurt playfully wrestles with you till you both fall against the pillows and he pleasantly sighs as he pulls you to his chest. “I’m going to buy you a house like this one day. We’ll fill it with cooler stuff than this and after we get married, we’ll have a ton of kids and we’ll raise them to be nice not assholes like Bobby…”

As he continued to talk about your futures, you watch him with wide ecstatic eyes. Usually, you were the one talking about things like this while he constantly brought up his channel or becoming famous. Your heart soared at the mention of marriage and kids but as your fingers ran delicately over his skin, you had to suffocate that little voice in the back of your head that kept screaming tonight would end with you two being in a cell or dead.

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LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 4, Poll 3

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Ashton Greymoore-Critical Role

Qualifications:

chronic pain due to literally shattering into pieces and being put back together with molten gold. canon nonbinary [he/they]. i don’t have the spoons for a ramble on their character arc but i am holding them gently in my little hands.

Has chronic pain and TBI and goes by he/they pronouns

They are canonically depicted with chronic pain. This a major part of their character development and how they interact with other characters in the campaign. The actor who portrays them is also bisexual and deals with chronic pain; Taliesin Jaffe.

Propaganda:

they’re a punk-rock punk rock!! he has cool quantum powers and a huge glass hammer!! they’re slowly learning to live with the mortifying ordeal of having people that care about them and that he cares about in turn!! what’s not to love

A literal jaded punk rock. They were soft once... and then they turnd into stone. His body was shattered and glued back together by his enby housemate with melted gold. They have a hole in their head covered with glass through which you can see the brain and the chaos magic that brought them back from the brink of death. They're Constantly in pain and sometimes they don't remember who they screwed over(they crime) and what their relationship is like with people. He's a barbarian and when he rages he warps time, space, gravity or probability around him. Strongest member of their group/family Bells Hells. There's strength, but there's pain. There's pain, but there's strength. I love him very much. I'm not enby, they still give me gender envy (just like every other of his creator's characters). His coping mechanisms are not healthy in any way and he means a lot to me.

See above. Also, Ashton uses he/they pronouns and is canonically aromantic.

The qualifications and propaganda paragraphs correspond, @hawkeyeloveshawkeye is the third submitter.

Patricia Tannis-Borderlands

Qualifications:

Canonically and explicitally autistic, severely mentally ill, canonically lgbt in some way but not specified (bi, pan or similar) as she offers to sleep with the player character regardless of gender

Propaganda:

We support womens wrongs

#polls #poll #disabled characters #lgbtq characters #disability #lgbtq #lgbtq dcs round 1 #lgbtq dcs wave 4 #ashton greymoore #critical role #patricia tannis #borderlands

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pamgkrthwrites · 2 years

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Oh gosh, the hc post with the 'cute lil housewife with a breeding kink' prompt was absolutely perfect! Would you be willing to write hc's of the same prompt but with Swk, Macaque & Red son? (Also preferably nsfw 😳👉🏻👈🏻)

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Is it sad I had to go looking don't know which ask you are talking about because I have done so many? Yes. Will I still do the ask? Yes. Now, I believe you are talking about this one, as it's my most recent one and if I remember correctly, came out before this ask came in and because those characters you have asked for are not on this one. If I'm wrong then we both screwed. I will be copying the format I did for that one. So reader in this will be afab.

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience, if you are under the age of 18 do not read below. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20.

Sun Wukong

I've stated before in other asks that this man has a breeding kink, so he is going to be trying to breed you if he hasn't already.

When you started dating him, you talked about how you wanted your own little family and how you wanted your dream house to be.

So of course he upgrades his home, moves you in and starts already trying to breed you.

Will be trying to breed you whenever he can.

He loves watching you clean around the place and cook him meals.

His favourite thing to watch you do however is cook breakfast while talking to the baby monkeys.

His thoughts are "I can't wait until she does that with my babies."

Sad baby monkey noises.

Once you confirm you are pregnant, is over the moon and twirls you around.

Then bends you over and fucks you on the kitchen counter.

Macaque

He is so glad you told him early on that you wanted to be a housewife.

Moves you into his home or moves into yours quickly.

Now for the breeding part, I think he would actually wait a year before actually trying.

He becomes very intermate as he puts you in a breeding press and tells you that you will fucking hot when swollen with his children.

He really enjoys seeing you in your underwear as you clean the house if you are that type of person.

Once you are pregnant, however, expect a lot of change.

Macaque will not let you lift a finger in his house until you are no longer pregnant and after you have fully recovered from the birth.

He will be cooking you healthy meals while pregnant and breastfeeding because he wants his child healthy and strong and will cry about it.

You will be comfortable at all times. He gets you soft pillows, gets you soft soals for your shoes, gets you comfortable(though ugly) shoes for around the house.

Once you have fully recovered and it's been 9 months since you have given birth, get ready to be bred up again cause he is now addicted to see you big from caring his child.

Red Son

For Red, I think it would take a little longer for him to grow to the idea. I know I've stated before he probably wants blood-related kids, but that doesn't mean he is quick to do it.

I've recently grown to the idea(after S3E6) that Red doesn't have the most positive relationship with his parents.

If 3 years into your relationship he doesn't see any improvements, he is going to move in with you and start your family with each other. He has accepted he will always be a disappointment to his parents.

His way of correcting that is by being an awesome dad and husband.

He doesn't do the whole breeding thing but more loving sex but he will change his diet just to have large cum loads just for you.

He gets really blushful when you tell him he did such a good job when he does try to breed you.

When you fall pregnant, he nervously tells his parents only to have no reaction. He might seem upset, but it's over his parents and not you.

When the baby is born, he does the whole 100 days thing. He loves your child with him so much but he feels actual disgust from then on when his parents belittle him.

It is very clear to him now why he didn't have any siblings because neither of his parents could pull their heads out of each other's asses and love him with any love.

He really loves being a parent with you, and he learns a lot about himself and his own issues.

#lmk x reader #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #red son x reader #x reader #reader is female

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cowpokeomens · 5 months

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please write a little jolly as a dad imagine

I’m feeling so soft for him so for both of us, I will

Jolly as a dad has me so 😔🫶 bc he would be such a good dad. Like I know the running joke is that he’s Dad Omens but genuinely he has all the makeup of a great parent. I studied pedagogy and child development as part of my degree so like, I’m gonna get a little nerdy about this. Anyways! He seems to have a really great relationship with his mom, and so I think he would have really high standards for his partner, but also so so so much appreciation for them too (especially if you are someone who actually births your child.) I think he’d have lots of those parenting books that talk about teaching your kiddo respect with regards to others and themselves, is all about healthy boundaries, is #1 supporter of baby not having to hug anyone if they don’t want to! He’s by no means a pushover, but he knows which battles are worth fighting intuitively. “Yes, you have to take a bath- but you can decide: would you like bubblegum scented soap or grape?” “No, you don’t have to eat that if you don’t like it, but I think it would be so awesome if you tried two bites of something new.” He’d be SO big on the baby sling/wrap things, would proudly tote little baby around on his chest while cleaning around the house so you can get some rest too. If you’re someone who would breastfeed, he’d have several books on the topic and keeps about 3 million creams hidden around the house so you never have to go far for relief. I think he’d genuinely take parenting very seriously, because he’s seen in others how quickly damage gets done, and he always wants to be a safe harbor for his children. He considers himself a facilitator of big discoveries for his kids, like communicating effectively, because those are things that need to be worked out internally with guidance, not explained in more unfamiliar terms. Kiddo is having a rough day so they sit down and have a genuine conversation about it where he helps name the big emotions and validates kiddo’s feelings. Idk I’d birth this man a rugby team if he wanted one he’s be such a good father that’s all I got

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader #joakim karlsson fic #jolly karlsson fic #jolly karlsson headcanon #jolly karlsson x reader #ramblin gal

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hwaitham · 7 months

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hi hi! ship your moots with characters they normally don't ship themselves with?

okaiii ! :3 i luv all mi muts but i only shipped those who interacted wif dis post , where i asked whoever wntd a ship to like ﾉ comment on it . . 'm srrie if u missed it , but i am sure dere will be so many moar opportunities for cocopup to play matchmaker in d future so pls look forward to it 🐾 ! !

@richdesire ❤︎ okkotsu yuta ⌒ yuta deserves da sweetest , most friendly n' excitable little puppy of a girlfriend n' dat comes in da form of jay ‎٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و he gets all blushie whenever you do something cute dat you don't realize [ which is a lot of d time heh ] n' just really likes having you close by his side ! keeps his arm draped over your shoulder or occasionally gives you head pats since he loves having his hands on u ! !

@pastelle-rabbit ❤︎ kirishima ikuya ⌒ dis is da cutest cat boyfie x puppy girlfie combo ever ! ! i think ikuya would love you so , so very much amira . . gets teary-eyed thinking about how lucky he is to have someone so generous n' kind n' positive , someone who will stay by his side no matter what ! he hugs you so close at night n' always like having your hand in his , n' maybe he's just da slightest bit possessive over you . . ;3

@thevebleneffect ❤︎ cyno ⌒ bugsy n' cyno make such a fun couple ! ! he always makes you laugh , whether it be through his silly puns or just with his demeanour . all the other matra notice him smiling more often n' generally being less intimidating n' scary to approach , n' it is all thanks to you ! ! he massages oil into your hair just as you massage oil into his , take showers together n' wash it all off C:

@h4wkz ❤︎ kaedehara kazuha ⌒ jennie , we haven't been mutuals for very long , but you are nothing short of sweet n' supportive , and you deserve a man who can match dat ! ! kazuha will take such amazing care of you ; take you on sunset meadow walks n' writes so many haikus about you , kisses you like it's da first time every time !

@getoluver ❤︎ suehiro tecchou ⌒ dis is d ' fabulously dressed ' girlfie x ' always taking pictures of her ' boyfie couple to mi . tecchou is so loyal n' will always be at your side , angie ! ! really soft n' caring towards you , although when he tries to cook for you you may need to be in da kitchen with him . . ‎(╥﹏╥) but he always tries his best n' nothing makes him smile wider than whenever he gets to make you smile !

@kentoangel ❤︎ kita shinsuke ⌒ roma , you deserves a love so tender , pure , sweet . . an eternal honeymoon love ! one dat i think kita can give you so earnestly , spilling his heart into your palms :3 it is an added bonus dat he is such a family man ; oooo could you imagine how cute you would be with their children ? 'm thinking two twin daughters n' a baby boy , on a house atop a hill overlooking da sea . . . a married life so quaint and beautiful ! !

@soumies ❤︎ oikawa tooru ⌒ eeee such a playful n' adorable couple ! tooru will always keep you entertained , n' knows just how to take you mind off da bad things whenever you're having a bad day . there's nothing some smores made over da stovetop + taking a shower together + cuddles n' kisses can't cure ‎◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

@nagumoan ❤︎ dan heng ⌒ such a calm n' chill couple , everyone loves you two together (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) ! dan heng loves to stroke your hair while you lay your head in his lap n' da two of you are reading , loves when you play with his hair while he listens to your new music . overall it's just such a sweet n' healthy relationship !

@mydiluc ❤︎ ryuguuji ken ⌒ da perfect daddy for graybun :3 ! ! he'll take da best care of you — protect you n' love you like it's da last thing he'll do . definitely likes to have you sit on his lap whenever it's possible n' rest his chin on your shoulder , lean into your neck n' leave little kisses there to make you giggle ! waaah he's just da bestest for gray !

@lunargrapejuice ❤︎ kamisato ayato ⌒ oooo luna n' ayato would make such an elegant couple ! he spoils you with so many gifts — da finest silks n' most extravagant of sweet treats , n' eeeee ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა loves putting your jewelry on for you n' also taking it off for you . . wink wonk . . . ehe he just adores to treat you like da precious little princess of his dat you are !

@ushiwhacka ❤︎ sawamura daichi ⌒ rika please i think daichi is so pawfect for u :3 ! ! he's so caring n' protective n' spoils you with how much he does for you [ like cutting onions for ur dinner hehe ! ] i think he has a bit of a penchant to baby you , but you love it when he does , so it is a win for da both of you ! !

@tetzoro ❤︎ gojo satoru ⌒ da prettiest girl needs da prettiest boy on her arm of course ! ! but in all seriousness , dis is d it couple . da supa sweet girlfie and her boyfie who she softens around his edges . . . i think satoru would absolutely melt at how kind n' welcoming you are with everyone , n' definitely calls you an angel because of it (∩´͈ ᵕ `͈∩ ྀི)

@saintshiba ❤︎ ushijima wakatoshi ⌒ i think dis sweet n' stoic hunk of a man would be absolutely smitten with you vlynnie . is always talking about you to his team , is always thinking about you whenever he's walking past da market n' spots your fave food , or some trinkets he thinks you'd like :3 he may not be all dat chatty , but he's always looking out for u , n' loves you sooooo much ! !

@suashii ❤︎ mitsuya takashi ⌒ suasua , just thinking about you n' tsuya together makes me all giddy ! ! da two of you are such a chill couple , da couple dat everyone adores ! i cn so see library study dates , you reviewing material for your midterms n' fashion student tsuya making sketches for his designs :3 you're his biggest muse n' he always makes u try on his clothes ! ! !

@maggiosluvr ❤︎ zhongli ⌒ seokie n' zhongli . . beautiful , beautiful couple ໒꒰ྀི ᵒ̴̶̷ ᵕ ก̀ ꒱ྀི১ like two glaze lillies swaying side by side together in da wind , two trees whose branches reach out n' brush over da others . . . a love so deeply rooted into da earth n' transcends lifetimes . a love full of romantic prose on pages dat you share with each other , brewing tea n' watching missus moon from da window as you curl up into his arms n' drift off . . .

@bunicate ❤︎ thoma ⌒ da sweetest bunnie deserves da bestest owner :3 thoma can never say no to you , you are his biggest vice ! ! always indulges your cute little pleas n' spoils you silly . is babying you n' cooing at you as soon as you get all teary eyed , da last thing he want to do to you is make you upset :C ! ! you've got him wrapped around your finger babie !

#( ˶˘ ³˘(｡˃ ᵕ ˂｡ ྀི)#i luv my mutsies so vry much . . 'nd i rllie hope dis made u smile ૮₍っ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ₎ა even if only a litl bit ! !

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