I Haven’t Seen A Despicable Me Movie Since The First One So To Me Gru Is Like Someone I Knew Years

PIASTRELLA NATION HOW ARE WE DOING

nate wanted to please bunny!reader. it was an undying urge. something he’d been deadset on getting right. he knew she’d been spoiled in the past, and it was something he had no trouble with rising to — but it was bigger than that. he wanted to know how to please her emotionally, physically, have her so fulfilled she’d never wanna look at anyone else in her lifetime.

you enjoyed whenever he took charge, and that was something he’d noticed about you from the start. it wasn’t something he’d expected from someone who’d been treated like a princess her entire life — the sweet doe eyes you’d give him when you’d ask for permission over something small, or the way you’d preen into his touch when he’d hold your hips and guide you through a crowd was something he took mental note of to keep you happy.

it was the small things at first. catching you swinging your legs sat on his kitchen counter eating one of the cupcakes he’d ordered you to taste test as a favour for an upcoming event at chucks hotel. you slide your manicured finger through the white icing and suck it off, a sight that made him smirk, slacks feeling just that little bit tighter.

“so i think it’s safe to say the cupcakes are a hit?” he greets you, fixing the collar on his shirt as he steps closer. your thoughtful glossy pout stretches into a grin as you watch him approach, nodding and stretching your leg out to wrap an ankle around him and pull him closer. his smile doesn’t budge when he dips his own finger into the icing and brings it to your lips, letting you suck it off. you hum, fluttery eyelashes batting as you savour more than just the sweet treat, licking his skin and taking his wrist in both hands to hold you there. “mm. you’re gonna make me late to work babe.” he tsks, shaking his head in faux disapproval as your gaze flutters up to him guilty.

“please nate, can you be a little late?” you mewl, hips wriggling on the counter. it never took much to rile you up and he loved that. finger sucking — also noted.

“unfortunately not. i wish, though.” he complains, shaking his head. he takes a moment to look at you, hands sliding down to your cheeks as he simply holds you in the moment. “be a good girl for me today.”

he’s not sure why he said it, and honestly he was half expecting you to giggle — but you got this look in your eye once the gentle demand had left his lips. hazy and dumb, yet eager to please. he doesn’t miss the way you clamp your thighs together, nodding, which encourages him to take the path he did. “okay?” this time he waits for an answer.

“okay, nate.” you yield, and he smiles proudly.

“thats what i like to hear.”

you’d waited for him all day, and without even a text between the two of you — you both seemed to feel the sexual tension that lasted his entire work day. its only later when it gets resolved, nate gets back to investigating your needs.

he’s hovering over you on the bed, licking and kissing at the corner of your parted mouth whilst you moan, his long fingers hitting all the spots inside you as your spread legs tremble.

“n—nate!” it feels like a strain to say, like you don’t truly want to same his name, searching for something more affectionate.

“i know. just wanna make you feel good, beautiful. sound so pretty when you cum.” he coo’s in that velvety, deep, warm voice. the voice that makes you clench around him harder.

“d—ugh, mmm—”

“i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say there’s something else you wanna call me. am i right?” he addresses the glittery pink elephant in the room and your sticky eyes open, blinking in a daze trying to concentrate on his words. squeaking, you nod— lip wobbling like you’re on the verge of tears. he tilts his head kissing below your ear as his thumb joins the mix down below to stroke your clit. “is it daddy? do you wanna call me daddy, sweetheart?”

you don’t wait for permission this time, choking out a devastated “yes, daddy.” as your hips jerk up against his hand.

“ohhhhh, there you go. that’s my good girl using her words. should be proud of yourself.” you can hear the smirk in his tone like he wants to laugh but you don’t care, his words are enough to get you off — and soon you’re crying out in ecstasy.

since the day it was addressed, all shyness about the topic was purged from your body. you didn’t care who heard you call your boyfriend daddy, too wide eyed and needy to address the surprise. he got used to it too, and honestly felt a little bit of sick pride about the whole thing. he liked the world to know he took care of his girl.

whether it was clinging to his arm as your heels totter along the sidewalk, pressing your cheek to him and groaning out a “can i please just borrow your credit card, daddy?” when you want something, only for him to roll his eyes and hand it over between his fingers saying something along the lines of “i shouldnt. but here.”

or padding into the room in the tiniest pyjamas when chuck and nate are in the living room, having a serious discussion over a whiskey. you’d pout, clasping your hands at the front. “daddy you need to come to bed, please…”

chuck loved it, atleast. huffing out his smirky chuckle and turning back to nate with a “and where on earth do you find a girl like that? dont leave her waiting, nathaniel.” before leaving him to handle you.

luckily, you were so sweet that it was hard to judge you. hell — even serena was inspired to write a blog post on her sex column detailing the ‘up and coming daddy kink — and how it’ll drive your man wild’ and blair could only slightly turn her nose up upon hearing the nickname. you didn’t care though. you loved nate, and you wanted the world to know.

quick break:

he wants me so fucking bad.

You are laughing! Nicole Piastri’s only son sold himself to a Monégasque member of One Direction and you are laughing?

HOLY FUCK!!!!1!!!!!!!11!!!!!1

omfg

modern!angus tully has beef with the angus mcbangus bird on tiktok, bc angus will be standing at the bathroom mirror, getting ready for date night, and you come in and start singing at him "who's a pretty bird? it's angus!"

hands on hips at you and he goes "are you done?" and you kiss him and he's suddenly not as annoyed anymore

OSCAR PIASTRI + SNOOPY

x.

raw, next question