this might be a resend i don’t remember if i sent before i had more thoughts: established or unestablished loscar a/b/o. logan was always too shy to wear stereotypical omega clothes but slowly he gets comfortable enough to break out the collection of pretty skirts and dresses he’s kept at the back of his closet for years. this has the unintended side effect of driving oscar absolutely crazy. he can’t keep his hands off the omega, always pulling logan into his lap and scenting him and sliding his hand up his skirt to “accidentally” thumb at the edge of logan’s sweet lacy panties. he’s pinching logan’s thighs to watch little marks form and making the omega do a spin every time he sees him in a new outfit. when he presses logan in close, oscar’s alpha brain just starts saying all sorts of insane feral shit, practically dirty talking logan under the guise of playful teasing flirting about how he looks so good he’s practically inviting an alpha to pull him aside and have their way with him (like oscar basically is.) logan leaves these encounters with wobbly legs, flushed cheeks, and hiding that he's wet.
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!!! Timid and bashful Logan being encouraged to wear his "pretty clothes" after seeing Charles walk onto the grid in a navy and blue embellished Dior miniskirt (barely there hemline, ruffles, and delicate white lace). He strutted to the Red Bull motorhome, waltzed right in, and flirted with reigning world champion Max Verstappen without hesitation.
Logan watched, heart in his throat, as the mighty Dutch Lion turned into a feral, desperate pup following the petite Omega around the grid, one hand always reaching out to touch Charles's waist, hips, or ass.
It made something in Logan shift, it made the normally shy and modest Omega want to try. He knows he'll never be as pretty as Charles or as desirable as the other Omegas, but...maybe if Logan put some effort into his appearance then he might have a tiny chance of Oscar liking him back?
His best friend and former teammate always told Logan he was beautiful, even when the American Omega was wearing baggy jeans and a loose button-up shirt. Oscar never cared about designer clothes or matching shoes, he just liked spending time with Logan.
And knowing that Oscar called him beautiful even when Logan was wearing old house clothes and oversized hoodies gave the Williams driver the final boost of confidence he needed to dig into the back of his closet and pull out all the gorgeous dresses, skirts, and blouses he'd hidden away for years and years.
The first time he walks onto the grid after having this revelation? The first person he runs into is Oscar. Oscar, who's waiting at the paddock cafe with two cups—one is plain black coffee with skim milk for himself, the other is an oat milk matcha latte with a little bit of honey. Exactly how Logan likes it.
He takes a deep breath, holds his head high, and walks over.
He sees Oscar perk up, watches the way the McLaren driver turns to face him, mouth opening to say Logan's name when, all of his sudden, his eyes widen.
His jaw grows slack.
And Oscar Piastri, the Iceman of F1, is rendered stunned, speechless, and awestruck.
Logan, dressed in a sky blue silk minidress (the exact color of his eyes). A minidress that nips in so tightly at the waist to show off the Omega's slim, hourglass shape and push up Logan's ample chest. The delicate pink flowers embroidered at the low-cut square neckline adds a touch of whimsy to an otherwise jaw-droppingly sexy outfit.
He walks over, balancing carefully in his Magda Butrym baby blue high-heeled sandals with the embroidered blossoms on the front and back. "Hi Oscie." He tries to keep hsi breathing even, to not give away how nervous he is—how he's seconds away from turning around, running back to his trailer, and putting on the largest, baggiest hoodie he has.
But Oscar's expression changes.
He carefully deposits the drinks onto the nearest table and reaches out, fingers brushing across the dainty pink flowers embroidered across Logan's neckline.
A neckline that is very, very close to the Omega's soft, ample chest. "You do this yourself, Logie?"
The Omega's heart skips a beat.
"You remember?"
"'Course I do. You showed me all the beautiul embroidery you used to do in your spare time back in Prema. I remember each one, Logan."
He flushes pink and then nods. He'd stayed up for days carefully sewing the pink flowers onto the blue silk, trying to be as careful as possible so he didn't end up ruining the fabric.
Oscar's fingertips dance along the edge of the square neckline, a soft hum filling the air. "This looks amazing, Logan. The stitchwork...the design...the way your pretty tits fill out this dress."
"Oscar!" Logan squeaks, shock and delight rushing through him like lightening.
"What?" The Alpha tilts his head, not the least bit bothered that Logan has a good few inches in height over him, especially with the high heels. "You've always had the most gorgeous chest Logan...your tits so soft and full...drove me crazy when we had to do that car wash challenge in Prema. I tripped over a bucket and nearly hit my head on the car door because I couldn't stop staring at your pretty nipples, all pink and hard and straining against your wet t-shirt." Oscar's hand moves from the hemline down to Logan's abdomen.
Carefully, he presses his hand against Logan's waist.
The sight of Oscar's large, veiny hand against the delicate blue silk does something to Logan's brain that just—
Causes him to purr.
Shamelessly.
Loudly.
And Oscar smirks. "Skirt's a little short though." His hand moves lower, gently brushing against the barely-there hemline before his fingertips graze the back of Logan's thigh. "Need me to guard you Logan? Stand right behind you so no one can see your gorgeous little ass when you bend over?"
"I—I don't think media day will require a lot of bending, Oscie." Logan sounds like he's just ran a marathon.
"Mmh, you're right about that. But media day does require a lot of standing." His gaze drops down to the high heels on Logan's feet. "Maybe I should just carry you to the paddock? Make sure you don't twist your ankle in the grass?"
"I...um...I don't—"
"Or," Oscar lifts his head and that's when Logan notices. His pupils have dilated, completely swallowing out the soft brown of his irises. "Should I just pull you onto my lap? Keep you close so you don't get cold?" The Miami heat seeps into their skin, causing a bead of sweat to run down Oscar's temple. His palm presses against the soft skin of Logan's thigh, moving higher and higher as the minutes tick by. "Maybe next time you'll wear something in orange?"
"Don't think I can do that as a Williams driver." He manages, fighting the urge to close his eyes and sink into Oscar's touch.
"How about a small accessory? Can I get you something, Logie? Something you can carry and match your outfit to?"
"You mean you don't...mind when I wear stuff like this?"
"Do I mind?" Oscar's voice suddenly gets lower.
Rougher.
Darker.
"Y-yeah," Logan doesn't realize what he's doing, doesn't realize that he has one hand on Oscar's shoulder, fingers digging into the firm muscle. "I know it's not what I usually wear—"
"No matter what you wear, you look like an angel, Logan." Oscar's hand slips up to Logan's inner thigh. "But when you're dressed in these little dresses and skirts? When you wear your pretty clothes and look like you're glowing with happiness? I don't know if there's an Alpha alive who can resist you."
"Can you?" The question comes out without Logan's permission. He gasps, horrified and humiliated and ready to shove his head into the sand and suffocate in shame.
But Oscar...Oscar's fingertips are now grazing the delicate baby pink lace of Logan's tiny satin and lace panties. The same panties that are now soaked through with slick and saturating the air with the scent of green apple, bright lemon, and sweet white peach.
A scent so overpowering that Logan doesn't even realize his scent patch does absolutely nothing to hide it.
"If you think I can resist you, then you're giving me far too much credit." Oscar muses, chest rising and falling as he breathes in deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment—as if he were trying to taste Logan's slick in the air. "Fuck, Logan," he groans, "you have no idea how much of a goddess you actually are."
And with those words, the Omega feels Oscar's ring finger gently graze one of his plump, swollen folds, barely contained by the thin lace of his panties.
The slick causes Oscar's finger to glide up, until it's pressed against the molten heat of Logan's entrance.
"Pretty boy," Oscar growls, "you can drive an Alpha insane, you know that?"
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ive posted part of this performance before but im posting the full thing this time and with a different thought in mind 🙂↕️
frontman!gojo x rhythmist!reader x producer!geto. you and gojo get geto to show up at a concert to perform (and it takes MONTHS to make him crack). not only perform but dance, so he’s Extra reluctant, because when the hell did SPECIAL GRADE start doing this shit 😭
instead of teyana singing in this clip, it’s gojo and he’s off to the side w/ bassist!yuki and drummer!sukuna plus a few extra musicians that they hired… and gojo just watches you and geto dance with the brightestttt blue eyes as he sings. doesn’t pay attention to the crowd even once
geto takes teyana’s place (black suit) and you take victoria’s place (glittery two piece)
