#oh my god i need him so bad so so so bad i need him so bad

[norrisainz33]

surprise || op81

☆ summary: oscar surprises his partner on valentine’s day

☆ pairing: oscar piastri x nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: nope

masterlist

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yourbff: DIVA DOWN

ynuser: it rough out here bestie i miss you and osco and im so tired

yourbff: my queen 😭 i miss you more and i know he does too bb. only a little bit more time and you’ll get to see him in aus!! plusssss im seeing you this weekend

ynuser: ugh i know i know it’s just a spilled coffee day and im emotional

user1: liammmmmm noooooo 😫

lando: rip

ynuser: rip is right

user2: i love how you just be a normal girly going to work and also dating the op81 like

oscarpiastri: spilled coffee or not you still look incredible

ynuser: thank you sweetheart

oscarpiastri: of course gorgeous. i just sent you £20 - go get another coffee on me please

ynuser: oscar 😭😭😭😭😭😭

mclarenf1: nooooo coffee in aus is on us!!

ynuser: love you admin 🧡

user3: girl i need you to post a grwm ur makeup is always flawless

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yourbff: OSCHINA 🗣️ i need ur assistance

oscarpiastri: lol what’s up?

yourbff: your darling girlfriend is down bad and i know she’s trying to pretend like she’s not for your sake but i think we should organize a lil something something to lift her spirits

oscarpiastri: already in the works. i was actually going to text you to ask for help

user2: i’m obsessed actually

mclarenf1: nice

user4: the home race hoodie!! take 💳 my 💳 money 💳

ynuser: cutie patootie i love the new helmet! p.s can’t wait for my piastri home race jumper to come in the mail

oscarpiastri: it should be there on friday with a special delivery 😉

ynuser: oooooo can’t wait

user5: this is gonna be your year oscar i just know it

user6: i can’t wait to see that fresh lid on track

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yourbff: i really hope you removed her from your close friends list before posting this

oscarpiastri: i did don’t worry! and she for sure is going to be at the restaurant we talked about at 7 right?

yourbff: yes!! she thinks she’s meeting me there for #galentines. you’re lucky i’m letting you steal my valentine

oscarpiastri: i am lucky that’s for sure! thank you for all your help ❤️

lando: omg are you going to see y/n/n

oscarpiastri: correct! gonna surprise her for valentine’s day

lando: C U T E

nicolepiastri: i wish you were coming home but go get that girl!!

oscarpiastri: i’ll be home soon ❤️

logansargeant: better be going to see y/n 🤨

oscarpiastri: i am 🥹 miss you man

mclarenf1: have fun oscar!

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user2: hot hot hot hot

yourbff: oh my god you’re gorgeous. i’m gonna have the hottest date tn

ynuser: stopppppp thank you

user7: oscar is the luckiest man in the world

oscarpiastri: wow sorry i just started drooling

ynuser: hahaha oscar 😂

oscarpiastri: can’t help it! you’re so insanely beautiful 😍😫

ynuser: and i’m all yours baby

oscarpiastri: mm thank goodness

alexandrasaintmleux: you’re stunning. i hope you know that baby girl

ynuser: alex i’m gonna cry 😭

user8: WOOF WOOF WOOF sorry idk what came over me there

iamrebeccad: happy valentines beautiful

ynuser: happy valentines darling!! i hope carlos treated you like the queen you are

iamrebeccad: i hope oscar does the same 😉

user9: idk if i wanna be you or be with you

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user5: may this sort of love find me

yourbff: 🤍🤍🤍 adorable

oscarpiastri: yes ❤️

user6: couple goals

ynuser: i’m sorry for ugly crying at dinner. thank you so much for flying all the way here to see me!! i know how crazy things are getting with the season so close😭🤍

oscarpiastri: never apologize for feeling your feelings baby. there’s no place i’d rather be than with you

ynuser: how did i get so lucky????

oscarpiastri: i often ask myself the same thing

user9: oscar you have to stop setting the bar for men so high

iamrebeccad: give her a hug for me

oscarpiastri: done 🫶🏻

mclarenf1: our favorite girl 💐🧡

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oscarpiastri: spent the weekend with my forever valentine

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opeightyone: our favorite duo 🤍

user9: my mom and dad 🗣️

lando: ewwwwww this is rlly cute

oscarpiastri: thanks?

user14: i just showed this to my partner and asked why they didn’t do this for me

ynuser: forever and always ❤️

oscarpiastri: promise?

ynuser: yes handsome 😘

user12: end game end game end game

nicolepiastri: love you both so much

ynuser: love YOU mama piastri

user14: y’all are the blueprint 🥹

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated 🤍 happy valentine’s day 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[stargatesg-1obsessed]

Oh my god so real

My next door neighbour (but one) has two dogs, and don’t get me wrong they’re all right, but not nearly as good as they should be considering she trained GUIDE DOGS for multiple years. And whenever me and my mum go out with her (I tend not to go as I don’t like her that much) she ALWAYS brings those bloody dogs.

We used to go to a cafe down the shops before it changed owners, and she brought the dogs with her, every. Single. Time. Like girl, come on, we’re sitting in a cafe, trying to enjoy our food. We do NOT need your little shites on the floor pissing everyone off.

It bugs me SO bad.

And then there’s my aunt who has like thousands of animals (don’t get me started), which includes I want to say five dogs, but I’m not sure they have so many. And she always brings at least one of them with her whenever she comes back into the village. She has a jack Russell, and he’s like a couple years old now, and still hasn’t been done, so he’s got so much energy and is the most annoying dog I have ever met. I hate him so much. And my aunts husband is always saying how much he loves him and I’m just like, “oh ffs he’s a little shit,”

Aghhh no.

I also hate how much dogs control your life. Most of my family have dogs, my other aunt, and then my aunt and uncle, and I love those dogs to pieces. BUT. But. When we have family gatherings, my aunt’ll be like, “Oh we have to get going because of the dog.” Fym? It’s been two hours, you left him home alone for the entire work day the other, he’ll live! And it’s always like, “oh I don’t know if I’ll be able to go because of the dog,”

Always. because. of. the. bloody. dog.

Idk I might be like this because I’m just not a dog person personally (I still love them, I just wouldn’t want one myself), but man. Dog owners need to stop

We gotta do something about the way dog owners behave. No other pet owner is just bringin the pet wherever the fuck they go all the time but for some reason with dog owners they think its fine if they bring their dog to the gym and taco bell and whatever. And you invite a dog owner to your house where youve got your own pets youve got your dog and your cats and whatever it is you have and this dog owner shows up at your door like "oh i brought my dog i hope thats okay hes so sweet youll love him" and it is always the most untrained poorly behaved agressive animal that has ever lived. And we all have to pretend like its acceptable behaviour well im sick of it

[solxamber]

Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day with: Ignihyde

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(platonic ortho)

Idia Shroud

You almost regret how direct you are.

Because the second you hold out the chocolates and say, “These are for you, Idia. I like you,” he looks like he’s either going to faint or straight-up perish.

His hair flashes flaming pink. His pupils shrink. His shoulders tense so hard that you can almost hear his soul leaving his body.

“…W-What?” His voice cracks. He immediately clears his throat, gripping his tablet like a lifeline. “You’re—wait, hold up, pause—you’re joking, right?”

You frown. “Why would I joke about this?”

His entire existence malfunctions. He physically leans away from you like he needs to social distance from his own feelings.

“B-Because! You—me—this—!” He waves his hands in the air, looking more and more like he’s about to blue screen. “I mean, what kind of main character energy timeline is this?! There’s no way—this isn’t real life—"

You sigh, crossing your arms. “Idia.”

He flinches.

“I’m serious,” you say, firm but soft. “I like you. You. Just you.”

His breath catches.

His hair flickers again—brighter, more erratic—and suddenly, he’s curling in on himself, gripping his hoodie like it’s his armor.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, sounding utterly doomed. “Oh my god.”

You wait, letting him process.

And then—so, so quietly, almost like he doesn’t realize he’s saying it out loud—

“…I like you too.”

Your heart stutters.

His face flushes completely, and he immediately hides behind his sleeves, his voice muffled as he groans, “Ughhh, don’t look at me, I’m being cringe—”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re fine, Idia.”

“Nope, incorrect, literally having a cardiac event right now, please hold—”

You grin. “Then I guess now’s a bad time to ask if you wanna hang out?”

He pauses.

You watch as his brain visibly reboots, the panic flickering into something else. Something… hopeful.

“Uh.” He fidgets with his sleeves, glancing away. “…You, um. Y’know. Wanna stay and watch a movie or something?”

Your chest warms.

You nod, smiling. “I’d love to.”

Idia freezes again. Then, with one last tiny, flustered squeak, he scoots over on his bean bag, giving you space to sit beside him.

His hair is still pink.

Ortho Shroud

Ortho lights up immediately when you hand him the chocolates, his eyes glowing brighter as he carefully takes the box from your hands.

“For me?” he asks, tilting his head, excitement clear in his voice.

You nod, smiling. “Yeah. I just… wanted to thank you. You’re a great friend, Ortho.”

For a moment, he’s completely still. Then, his thrusters let out a tiny burst of energy, making him hover slightly like he’s too happy to stay grounded.

“Wow!” he exclaims, holding the chocolates close to his chest. “This is amazing! No one’s ever given me Valentine’s chocolates before!”

Your heart melts. “Well, you deserve it. You’re always looking out for me. It’s about time I gave you a gift for once.”

Ortho lets out a delighted giggle as he zooms forward and pulls you into a hug.

It’s warm, firm, and just tight enough to make you laugh as he squeezes you happily.

“Thank you! I’m so happy! This is going in my memory banks forever!”

You grin, hugging him back. “Glad you like it, buddy.”

Ortho pulls back, still buzzing with energy. “Oh! I need to go show Big Brother! He’s gonna be so surprised!”

You chuckle. “Go for it.”

As Ortho zooms off, chocolates safely in his hands, you can’t help but feel lighter, happier.

Because, honestly? Seeing him that excited was the best part of all.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[wendichester]

⋆˚✿˖° like cherry pie,

summary. dean winchester isn’t a valentine’s day guy—until you change his mind.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 566

"Valentine’s Day is a scam," Dean grumbles, leaning back in the booth with a half-empty beer bottle in his hand.

You roll your eyes, tapping your fingers against the cold metal of your milkshake cup. "You’re so predictable."

He scoffs. "Predictable? Nah, sweetheart, I just call it like I see it. Overpriced candy, packed restaurants, dudes scrambling last minute for gas station flowers—"

You hold up a hand. "Let me guess. You’d rather spend the night hunting a wendigo than do something ‘corny’ like go on a date?"

Dean tilts his head like he's considering it. "Well, when you put it like that…"

You shake your head, biting back a smile. "I bet if some cute waitress brought you a slice of cherry pie and called you ‘sweetheart,’ you’d be all in."

Dean opens his mouth, then pauses, looking momentarily guilty.

You gasp. "Oh my god. You would."

"I didn’t say that!"

"You didn’t have to!" You laugh, pointing at him. "See? You do like romance. You just need it wrapped up in diner food and a little flattery."

Dean groans, rubbing a hand down his face. "I regret agreeing to this date."

But he doesn’t. You know he doesn’t, because even though he’d rather face a nest of vamps than admit it, Dean likes spending time with you. No monsters, no hunts—just this.

The two of you sit tucked in a corner booth, the kind with red vinyl seats and a flickering neon jukebox humming out old love songs. It’s past the Valentine’s Day rush, mostly truckers and late-night regulars left behind, the smell of coffee and frying bacon hanging in the air.

You rest your chin on your hand, watching him. "So if you hate Valentine’s Day so much, why’d you say yes?"

Dean exhales, spinning the beer bottle between his fingers. "Because you asked."

Your heart stutters.

Before you can come up with a response, the waitress appears with a slice of cherry pie, setting it down in front of you with a wink. "This one’s on the house, sweetheart."

Dean stares at you like you orchestrated the whole thing.

You barely hold back a giggle. "Told you so."

His eyes narrow. "You paid her off, didn’t you?"

You grab a fork, breaking off a bite, holding it up to him. "C’mon, Valentine. Let’s share."

He hesitates for half a second before sighing and leaning in, lips wrapping around the fork. He chews, considering. Then—

"Shit," he mutters. "That’s good."

You smirk, taking your own bite. "Tastes better when it’s free."

Dean watches you, something unreadable in his expression. The neon lights outside reflect in his green eyes, a soft warmth beneath all that teasing bravado. He taps his fingers against the table, exhaling through his nose.

"You know… maybe this holiday ain’t so bad."

You feign shock. "Dean Winchester admitting defeat? Marking this down in history."

Dean scoffs. "I ain’t admitting shit. I’m just sayin’—" He picks up his fork, stealing another bite of your pie. "Good food, good company… I could get used to this."

Your chest tightens in the best way.

"Me too," you admit, voice quieter now.

Dean doesn’t say anything, just nudges the plate a little closer between you. And in the soft glow of the diner, with the jukebox crooning something slow and sweet, he looks at you like maybe he could get used to this too.

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[slcmml]

schlatt & reader. nsfw, mdni.

“look at you,” schlatt murmurs, voice thick with amusement, “fallin’ apart on me already.”

you whimper against his lips, clutching at his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. you’re in his lap, legs spread over his thighs, his hands gripping your waist like he’s the only thing tethering you to reality.

it’s too much. yet it’s not enough.

he’s been kissing you for what feels like forever, slow and deep, pulling soft little noises from your throat that you can’t even be embarrassed about anymore. every time you try to chase more—tug at his hair, grind down against him—he just hums, steady and unbothered, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“shh, sweetheart,” he coos when you whine, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “quit bein’ so impatient.”

you squirm, frustration bubbling up. “can’t help it,” you breathe, tilting your head to kiss along his jaw, your lips shaky and desperate. “need you, johnny—please.”

he groans, his fingers flexing against your waist, and you know you’ve got him.

“yeah?” his voice is rough now, his restraint slipping as you roll your hips against his. his hands slide down to your thighs, squeezing, grounding.

“yeah,” you gasp, barely able to think past the warmth of his touch.

he laughs, low and teasing, before capturing your lips again, kissing you harder, deeper—like he’s finally giving in, finally ready to ruin you like you want him to. <3

© slcmml

[redvexillum]

YOU DID NOT JUST GIVE ME THAT ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE OF A SINNER’S DREAM AND EXPECT ME TO BREATHE NORMALLY AFTER. 😩💦

First of all, THE TENSION. The yearning. The desperation. Lucifer being all breathless and needy? HIM BEGGING???! I am on my KNEES. This is the most deliciously indulgent take on Lucifer being absolutely wrecked by the reader, and I am HERE for it.

Him freezing when they grind against him?? That sharp inhale?? The soft pleading?? Oh my god, he is so down BAD, and I am cheering for it like it’s the Super Bowl.

AND THE REVERENCE??? Lucifer treating the reader like an absolute divine entity, calling them his angel, the most intoxicating creature—HELLO, DID YOU WRITE THIS TO KILL ME? He is WORSHIPPING them. He is trembling at the mere act of touching them, and yet he is also a beast barely holding himself back. The contrast between his soft devotion and his primal hunger is chef’s kiss. 👌💖

The moment he loses it and transforms??? HOLY SHIT. I love that his demon form comes out because he can't hold himself back anymore. The fact that he's struggling to contain himself, that his wings twitch when they touch him, that his tail is snapping like a predator about to pounce—I am WEAK.

AND THEN THE BREEDING TALK. OH, YOU ARE EVIL FOR THAT. The whole "cum in me pleasepleasepleasecuminme Lucifer"??? The way that broke him??? The fact that he was already feral, and that just sent him OVER THE EDGE?? INCOHERENT, YOU SAY??? I. Am. DEAD!!! DEAD I SAY! DECEASED! RIP ME! PRESS F FOR RESPEKT!

And that aftercare moment??? Him laying there, catching his breath after ruining the reader, his demon form fading away, and just basking in what just happened??? The intimacy??? The absolute wrecked tenderness???

This is LITERALLY everything I want from a Lucifer fic. I need a moment to recover. 😵‍💫

✨His Queen✨

Short drabble I wanted to write because I am unwell for this man…

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Your first time with the King of Hell, and he might be even more nervous than you are~

(I don’t even have a set up for this, I’m diving in head first like I would for Lucifer. This is just porn without plot 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Tag list: @trashbin-nie

@yellowsubiesdance

@j-jinxee

@stevensdickrider

@airwolf92

@mrssabinecallas

@myhornybrainonlyknowsthis

@bee-sinner

@thesoccerenthusiast

Warnings: 18+, smut, humping, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, service top!Lucifer

All throughout, the only thing that could be heard in Lucifer’s home was the sound of your lips crashing into his relentlessly. Your nightgown draped over his legs while sitting in his lap for at least an hour now, on his throne, no less. You’re breathless, your lips are swollen, and you can’t get enough. You haven’t pulled apart in what seems like an eternity, Lucifer moaning into your mouth as your tongues intertwine. However, you’ve become increasingly more aware of the bugle that’s growing between your legs. Ever so slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth. Lucifer instantly freezes from the sudden sensation, inhaling sharply.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized sheepishly, “I didn’t mean…”

Lucifer cut you off with another kiss before you could finish your sentence. “Please don’t stop, love,” he whispered.

Blood rushes to your cheeks from hearing those words. You felt Lucifer’s hands travel down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips. You start rocking your hips again, eliciting such sweet moans from him. He was so sensitive and you knew it, you knew you could make him putty in your hands and that excited you!

“F-Fuck, sweetheart…,” Lucifer moaned, “this is…this feels amazing.”

One of his hands slid down your thigh at an agonizingly slow pace and you continued your motions. His hand stopped when he felt the soft cloth of panties. He tried to hide his small smirk from you, but you caught him. You knew the fabric must have been wet, and it’s clear from his reaction that he noticed too.

“May I, my angel?”, Lucifer asked softly. You nodded your head wordlessly. You stood up almost too quickly as Lucifer reached for the hem of your panties. You felt them get dragged further and further down your legs until they finally touched your feet and hit the floor. You resumed your potion, straddling Lucifer once more.

He reached down to press his fingers at your folds for the first time. You felt your face heat up, it was something you’ve been wanting for so long. Lucifer exhaled heavily, his painted cheeks flushing a different shade of red. You could feel his hand trembling against you.

It’s been a while since he’s been intimate with anyone, Lilith had been gone for so long. Lucifer had been so alone during that time, never pursuing another lover. Until you, of course.

Noticing his hesitation, you brought your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face. His shining red eyes stared into yours as you leaned in for another kiss. “It’s alright, Luci, take your time,” you soothed him.

“Thank you, love,” he smiled. After a deep breath, Lucifer finally began to tease your entrance, running his fingers up and down your slit. You grabbed onto his shoulders as if you were hanging on for dear life. His thumb found its way to your clit, circling it slowly. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. His fingers began to push up into you, thrusting them in and out of you at an even pace.

You rested your forehead on the crook of his neck, your cries were stifling and your checks were burning. “O-ohh my God, Lucifer, you fee-feel so good.” Lucifer placed his lips on your neck and began to bite and suck every inch of it. Your knees were becoming weaker and weaker, you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach with every motion of his fingers.

But suddenly, Lucifer removed his fingers from you, making you whine in protest. You pulled your head up to ask why he stopped, but it became very evident. He brought his fingers to his mouth and began to suck on them. You pushed your face back down into his shoulder to hide your reddened face.

“Mmmm, you taste absolutely delightful, darling, ” he murmured in your ear. “I need more.”

Without warning, Lucifer scooped you up in his arms and carried you to his bedroom right across the hall. You always forgot how strong he was considering his stature, but it never failed to amaze you. Once he reached the side of his bed, he laid you down as gingerly as possible, positioning your head onto his pillow.

“Wait,” you said, pulling yourself upright and positioning yourself on your knees. You reached for Lucifer’s shirt and began to unbutton it hesitantly. Lucifer said nothing, only nodding, letting you continue your work. His face became flushed once more, you couldn’t help but smile at the way you made him feel. Almost prideful. Almost.

You made your way to the last button and gently push his shirt off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground. He was beautiful, his pale skin was mesmerizing like a marble statue. But he was warm, very warm, you noticed as you ran your hand down his chest. “Beautiful…,” you said to no one in particular. But Lucifer had impeccable hearing.

“My love, nothing compares to your beauty,” Lucifer sighed. “I want to devour you. Please, let me see you?”

With some hesitation, you reached down to the bottom of your nightgown to pull it up over your head. Your body now laid bare before him. You went to cover yourself with your arms, but Lucifer held your wrists before you could.

“Don’t cover yourself, darling,” he pleaded, “you’re the most intoxicating creature I’ve even had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.” He leaned into you again and planted a passionate kiss on your lips, you couldn’t help but moan into him. He pulled away, looking longingly into your eyes. But only for a moment. His eyes couldn’t resist trailing down to look at your chest, his face turning beet red.

“My eyes are up here, Luci,” you said jokingly.

“Forgive me, sweetheart,” Lucifer apologized and snapped his head back up to look at you once more. You chuckled and pulled your hands away from his loose grip to grab his instead. You placed each of his hands on your breasts, almost making Lucifer lose his composure. “So soft…,” he murmured as he began to softly knead at your skin. “Lay down on your back for me, love. I only had a small taste of you, I have to have more…”

You gulped hard, doing as he says. You untucked your legs from under you and rested your head against his pillow once more. You stared at the ceiling, too embarrassed to think about what was happening. You felt Lucifer’s sharp hands on both of your knees, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to focus on him.

“Open up, angel,” Lucifer asked sweetly. Whenever he spoke like that to you, it was impossible to say no. With a shaky breath, you part your legs, exposing your glistening pussy to him. Lucifer’s shaky breathing echoed in his large bedroom. “S-Shit,” he choked out, “forgive me for this.”

Lucifer’s head fell between your legs in an instant, his hands resting on the inside of your thighs. You let out a strangled yelp at his tongue began to lick up and down your wet folds. Fuck! It felt better than you could have imagined. His tongue darted in and out of you, his lips vibrated against you and he moaned and hummed from lapping you up.

“L-Lucifer, f-fuck ohmygod!,” you cried out. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear,” he responded coyly. You could feel a smile creep across his face as he continued to eat you up. Lucifer took one of his hands and placed two of his fingers right by your entrance, it was almost painful waiting for him to put them in you. “I need you to cum for me, I’m not stopping until you do,” he whispered before plunging his two fingers into your ruined cunt once more. That alone almost sent you over the edge. He began to pump his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster, while his tongue tortured your clit. He continued at a relentless pace, never giving you a chance to relax. Your mind was beyond foggy, you couldn’t even tell him to stop even if you wanted to. Which you didn’t.

“Luci…L-Luci I’mgonnacumFUCK,” you nearly yelled. The tightness in your stomach was threatening to snap. You gripped his soft and silky blond hair as he brought you to the very edge.

“Promise?,” Lucifer responded while pushing a third finger inside of you.

That was it, your head snaps back and a breathless scream escapes your lungs. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You feel your walls start to pulsate around his fingers which refuse to slow down. Lucifer devours the mess your soaking pussy made while letting you ride out your high. You finally come back down to earth (so to speak) and are able to breathe again, beads of sweat pooling on your forehead. Lucifer retreats his fingers from you and takes one last taste of you from his now cum-soaked fingers.

“Mmmm, fuck sweetheart, never tasted anything more enticing than you in my entire existence,” Lucifer praised. You brought your hands to face to cover up your cherry red cheeks. His words never failed to make your head fuzzy.

“Luciferrrrr,” you whine playfully, “you can’t just say things like that!”

Lucifer chuckled, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, love.”

You propped up onto your elbows. Lucifer had straightened up and was now on his knees in front of you. Your eyesight trailed downward and it was obvious how hard he was. His cock painfully straining against his pants. He noticed your stare sheepishly looked away.

“Your turn,” you said as you crawled towards him, only stopping an inch away from the large bulge he had in his pants. It lit a fire in you. It was his turn to be devoured.

“Y-You don’t have to do that, hon, I’m alr-”

You cut him off by placing your hand on his clothed cock. Lucifer immediately tensed up. “You’re right, I don’t have to,” you said looking up at him with ravenous eyes, “but I want to.” You heard Lucifer audibly gulp. “On your back, Luci,” you coerced.

Lucifer nodded and did as you said. He made his way to his pillow and laid down, holding his breath. You began your ascent, crawling and hovering over him. He looked so adorable beneath you. Your hands made their way to his belt, pulling it off in a flash with a clank to the floor. The button and zipper were next. Carefully you undid both with ease. You reached for the hem of his white pants and eased them down his legs. All that remained were his briefs. And my God, they left little to the imagination.

It didn’t occur to you until just now that you’ve never seen Lucifer’s dick before. It drove you wild just seeing the outline of it. He was huge. You bit down on your lip without thinking, Lucifer looked away from you in embarrassment. It was then that you noticed the large wet spot on his briefs from his leaking tip. He was an absolute mess, all because of you. A wonderful sight to behold, for sure.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You reached up to pull down his briefs, setting his cock free at last. It was impossible to look away, you knew you had to eat him up immediately. His dick continued to leak precum onto his stomach, Lucifer’s hands gripped the sheets beneath him as he watched you inch closer and closer to his cock. You placed your hands on either side of it, massaging everything around the one area he needed you to touch. He bucked his hips up at your touch impatiently.

“Please,” you heard Lucifer beg, “pleasepleaseplease!” The sounds of his desperate pleas sent waves of pleasure through your body, it drove you mad. Not wanting to torture him any longer, you took ahold of his cock and placed his tip into your hot mouth. You heard a broken moan escape from him as you lapped and sucked on the head, licking up every drop of precum that had leaked out. It was salty, but you didn’t mind. He tasted divine.

You began to bob your head up and down on his shaft, taking in as much of him as you possibly could. You knew you would choke otherwise. Your one hand remained on his hip to keep him from bucking up into your month while the other hand pumped his cock in tandem with your mouth. You figured it might be fruitless to try and hold him down since he could overpower you in an instant, but you knew he wouldn’t ever hurt you.

You saw that he was unraveling quickly, but you didn’t want this to end so soon. His staggered breathing and wanton moans were music to your ears, you’d do anything to keep hearing them. You trailed a long lick up from the base of his shaft to the head were you peppered a few kisses. One of Lucifer’s hands flew to his mouth to keep himself from being any louder than he already was while the other white-knuckled the bed sheets. It was an absolute dream to see the King of Hell be undone by you.

You felt him throbbing in your mouth, you knew he was close. But all of a sudden, two hands flew to your shoulders to push you off. “Wait, wait, wait!,” he pleaded as you let go of him completely.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?,” you asked ashamed.

“No, no! Of course not,” he reassured you, placing a hand under your chin. “You…fuck, you felt so good, my love. But…”

You didn’t even know what happened until you were on your back now looking up at Lucifer hovered above you. You noticed his eyes had turned a haunting red and yellow, with black slit irises piecing your soul. His horns had burst from his head with torn flesh wrapped around the base of each, adorning his snake-shaped halo with a burning flame below it. His angelic wings sprouted out from his back, enveloping the entire bed in shadow. His tail had popped out as well, whipping back and forth behind him as if he were a predator on the hunt. You were his prey.

“I’m having a really hard time keeping it together, darling,” he spoke quietly, almost ashamed at his lack of control. His more demonic form caught you off guard, but you weren’t afraid. You smiled at him, reassuring that you were alright. He smiled back, showing off his large sharp teeth. It made you shiver. God, you wanted him. And you wanted him now.

“I-I need…shit…c-can I…,” Lucifer fumbled over his words, struggling to form a coherent sentence. You cupped his face in you hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. You reached one hand up to stroke one of his wings, curiosity getting the better of you. You could have sworn it was the softest thing you’ve ever felt, you were entranced. Lucifer let out a low hum, his wing leaning into your gentle touch.

“Yes, you can, Lucifer,” you murmured into his lips. “Fuck me now, please, I need you…”

His composure broke completely. His lips crashed into yours with a vigorous force. You wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him as close to you as he could possibly get. You felt the head of his cock graze your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation. Lucifer looked at you expectantly, only for you to silently nod your head.

All you felt next was his cock sliding into your pussy until he was fully sheathed inside of you. It took a few seconds to remember how to breathe again. He stretched you out, filling up every inch of you completely. Lucifer couldn’t help but bite down on your shoulder, desperately trying not to cum right then and there. After only a moment or two of getting used to his size, your body started to relax around him.

“Please move, Luci,” you moaned.

Lucifer retracted the grip his teeth he had on your shoulder and placed his forehead onto yours. Ever so slowly, he started to shift his hips, taking his cock out just to pump it back into you at a rhythmic speed. But of course it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more staggered and uneven.

You could have sworn you were seeing stars. Or perhaps it was the light bouncing off the tears forming in your eyes. It was a pleasure you’ve never felt before. You felt whole. That new knot in your stomach was tightening once again, and was threatening to release with more force than before.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lucifer whispered, clenching his teeth and screwing his eyes tight. “Gonna cum, love…gonna cum, FUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist, making sure he stayed in place. “M-me too, sshhhiiit,” you managed to choke out. “Cum in me, pleasepleasepleasecuminmeLucifer!”

Those words made him incoherent. He held your hips down as he thrusted into hard and fast. At last, you felt him throbbing inside of you, emptying his load into your waiting cunt. You screamed as that sensation pushed you over the edge as well, your newly painted white walls pulsating on his cock.

Both of you could hardly catch your breath, your orgasms finally fading away. He stayed inside of you for only a minute longer before pulling out. Your body mourned that sensation already. Lucifer fell down next to you in the bed, his demon form receding. You watched as his chest rose and fell at a slow and even pace. He turned towards you and smiled, he tucked some hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face.

“Thank you for that, my angel,” he spoke softly. “You were perfect.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You scooted your body closer to him, nuzzling yourself into his chest. Still so warm. “No,” you said, “thank you, Lucifer. That was heavenly…no pun intended!”

He chuckled. “Funny you say that considering where we are, my little duckling.” He grabbed you by the waist and ever so gently placed your body on top of his. He let his wings spread once more, wrapping them and his arms around you in a soft and tender embrace. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

You smile and gave Lucifer one last small peck on the lips before your body collapsed from exhaustion. “I love you more, my king.”

~~~~~

I’m not seeing the pearly gates after this one, lads!!

But please let me know what you think of my very first NSFW fic, I was nervous about writing about something I’m not well versed in 😅

I had fun though and that’s what matters!

[jellymochii]

Stray Kids - Valentine's Day Headcanons

ᡣ𐭩 pairings: OT8 SKZ x fem!Reader

ᡣ𐭩 genre: fluff, smut

ᡣ𐭩 wc: 1.5k

ᡣ𐭩 cw: smut, dacryphilia, oral, mentions of bondage/d!ldos, dry humping, unprotected s3x (pls don't unless you want STD's for Valentine's Day)

↪author's note: hello! sorry I've been gone so long and not finished my NingNing fic, but to make it up to you I've whipped this up. happy Valentine's Day and hope you enjoy!

**THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED**

ᡣ𐭩Chan

His dad always taught him to be a classy man–and so he's gonna make sure you're well taken care of for such a special day.

He bought you that long red dress you've been eyeballing for a while and adorned you with shiny pearled jewelry. (And a giant bouquet of flowers)

He takes you to the most high end restaurant in the city (which took 6 months reservation in advance) with a staff member dressed all nice like a chauffeur.

Expensive steaks, lobster tail, or even chicken nuggets. Whatever you want, he'll get you.

Lots of food in your belly to prepare for…y'know, the baby he's about to put in you.

What, like he wasn't gonna fill you to the brim with cum after you looked this good for him?

It's almost as if he knew that you were planning on skipping your birth control that day in the hopes you'd finally get to be filled.

Oh and you're up for hours, he's not stopping until your poor cunt is leaking with all his babies, and he'll get a few more loads in just to make sure it stays put in your cervix.

“C'mon baby, you don't want anything leaking out d'ya? Right, now stay still and let daddy give you that baby you wanted~.”

There's nothing more romantic to both of you than being given a cute little symbol of your love in 9 months.

ᡣ𐭩Minho

The bad news is that he did not, infact, get the day off work. There's lots of love he has to send to STAY before he can get home to you.

The good news is that now that Idol Minho is off work, Chef Minho has arrived!

He always keeps your favorite dish in the back of his mind and he knows you've been begging him to make it these past few weeks, but he wanted to save it today to make it extra special.

You'll smell it from a mile away, but as soon as you walk in the dining table is lit with candles and a big flower centerpiece to top it off.

Looks at you with so much love as you absolutely devour your plate like a wild tiger.

Speaking of absolutely devouring

Normally you and Minho have a strict dom/sub relationship with him asserting and taking control.

But today he just wants to show you that despite all the harsh punishments he has to give you, you're still the love of his life.

And that includes devouring your cunt for hours.

“Mmmh, my precious little pussy. You're this wet just for me?”

ᡣ𐭩Changbin

CRUISE TIME BABYYYYY

No but fr he wasn't sure what to do and even asked Chaeryeong what kind of stuff girls like.

Eventually he settled on taking the week off and spending time with you by the seaside, providing both a relaxing and loving vacation.

You two get to explore some cute islands and eat feasts of chocolate alongside a paradise of other loving couples.

And sometimes you'll spend alone time too! He'll work out at the cruise gym while you relax by the poolside soaking up the island sun.

Oh and it's a good thing it's a honeymoon cruise (even if you two aren't married)

God bless whoever decided to make all the rooms on the ship soundproof because you're definitely gonna need it while he's rearranging your guts.

But let's be honest, the whole ship can still hear your strangled moans and the plap plap plap sounds coming from your room.

“Anngh, yeobo, you're so tight, I love this pussy.”

At least you can tell your kids they were created by the sea.

ᡣ𐭩Hyunjin

You can expect nothing but the sweetest from your lover boy.

He had Versace create a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers in a beautiful signature gold wrap.

His first thought on a date was doing the painting swap challenge from tiktok and seeing what the two of you could create.

There's paint on both of your noses by the end and kkami with an accidental blue spot on his fur from the crossfire of your paint war.

He tried to salvage your original drawing to no avail, but he still insists that he thinks it's perfect because it came from you.

His next surprise was a custom mold of his cock for you to play with whenever he was away on tour, but he insists on trying it on you first for “Quality Assurance” as he calls it.

It feels almost exactly like the real thing and reaches into your favorite spots exactly like his.

With his new ability to use the dildo AND his mouth simultaneously, you cum so many times that you're brain dead.

“You're so gorgeous, my angel. You look so pretty cumming on my cock–God, I love you so much.”

And he may have snapped a few photos of you like this to help him when he's not there next to you.

ᡣ𐭩Han

Have you ever dreamed of having a whole mixtape/album come out all about you?

Cause Jisung's got you covered

He'll have a whole listening party with some of his friends as you sit there trying not to cry from how sweet he is.

You can't stop kissing him and adoring him the rest of the night, it's like your wildest dreams have come true.

How could you not reward such a good boy?

Oh you both are getting the NASTIEST sex tonight.

Dildos, cuffs, chains–every toy gets brought in out of desperation.

You're both just so desperate to fuck eachother before you even leave that he's pressed up against you on the subway humping your ass like a dog.

“Mmmph, please! I-I need more!.”

You're in for a long night of multiple orgasms from both of you.

ᡣ𐭩Felix

You've been eyeballing the amusement park 2 towns over for a while now, and what better time to take you than now?

The illuminating fair lights turned pink for the special day makes you both giddy.

The first stop is obviously the Rollercoaster, you're having the time of your life while Felix is fighting off demons trying not to pass out.

Then you'll get to go on the new pink ferris wheel and give your lover a kiss at the top.

Alongside buying you all the fair food you can eat, he spots a pair of gold rings from a vendor that he just HAS to buy you.

After coming back from buying them and watching you struggle on the shooting game for a giant teddy bear, he steps in and uses his gamer experience to win it for you!

And he's gonna make you hump it for him as soon as you get home.

Don't worry, he'll fuck you eventually, but watching you desperately get off on the fluffy fabric while staring at him with teary puppy eyes makes his dick throb.

“Fuck you look so sexy like that. Keep going so I can cum on your pretty face, mkay?”

ᡣ𐭩Seungmin

Since your first date was at the vintage arcade down the street, he decided to bring you right back to where it all started.

Life's been a total dream since you two started dating, but you're reminded in times like these why he's such a tease.

He'll never let you forget how much better he is at video games than you are, especially Guitar Hero and the OG Sonic.

You're also getting your ass whooped at Dance Dance Revolution too.

He'll let you win at 1 or 2 games though just so you don't pout at him later.

You know what his favorite game is though?

Edging you, duh.

You swear you have no idea where he learned to use his fingers so skillfully. He's throat deep in your pussy while his fingers twist your nipples to perfection.

“Why are you squirming away? I thought you loved it when I broke you down jagi.”

And you do, there's no better gift you could've gotten today than being nothing more than a brain dead fuckdoll for your sweet boyfriend.

ᡣ𐭩Jeongin

You guys are still fairly new to your relationship and it's your first Valentine's Day.

So he wants to make it as perfect as possible. He asks Chris and the rest of the boys what kind of stuff he should do for you and tries to pack it all together in one night.

Unfortunately for him the place he wanted to take you caught on fire, the flowers got delivered to the wrong address, and the ring he ordered you was smaller than what he wanted.

The poor boy can't even look you in the eye as he’s telling you all of this, but you reassure him that none of the material stuff matters–as long as he’s by your side.

The two of you settle for takeout and a movie at your place with lots of cuddles and kisses.

There was still a chance for him to have one thing he planned go his way though.

While the two of you have dealt in the occasional oral/fingering, he wanted to overcome his fear of intimacy and actually have sex with you.

Thankfully all his wildest dreams came true the moment he slipped into you and was immediately sent straight into Heaven.

“F-fuuuuck, you’re everything–so beautiful, perfect and tight.”

Even if Valentine's Day didn't go the way he originally wanted, he wouldn't ask for anything else–bring inside of you and feeling your love was all he needed.

[takes1]

imagine: aone takanobu is too big

details. woopsie cold start / fem!reader / mutual, intense size kink / established relationship / sexual dysfunction / begging / themes of self-restraint / f!rec oral / brat meets soft top / 900 words

his rough hands swallow up your shaky thighs, keeping you steady, supported, but more importantly spread for his wide, slick tongue to break you in.

"taka'-," you try, but your voice doesn't carry your words.

he hums, approving, against you, a low vibration that forces a whine from your tight throat. he loves the way you say his name. if feels like nobody can do it the justice that you do.

"o-h my god--, oh-!" your moans crescendo at his hungry sucking at your clit.

he stays, diligent and devoted, until he's edged you enough times to bring out the right amount of desperation, a pitiful state of trembling, and tears that threaten to spill from your eyes.

he brings you back and forth over the flat of his tongue, the heat from his breath and the strength in his grip too much to take when your cunt is that overstimulated-- you cum hard, loud, and he's there to hold you through it.

you can't sit upright anymore. your legs won't do it. but always the gentleman, he's there to help you onto your back.

not for cuddles, like you thought-- he looms over you for just a moment, a sloppy kiss to your quivering bottom lip, and he slips from your shaky, weak hands to slide right back down between your legs.

"taka'," you cry, "i can't--,"

"you know you can."

his wide shoulders keep you from squeezing him away. he sucks a distracted, harsh kiss into the crease of your thigh and it turns into tens more. those big, thick, calloused fingers go from lazily rubbing over your pussy to stuffing them deep inside. he knows you can usually take three but you won't right now.

the way you look down gets him as hard as a rock. his strong, square jaw works under your pleading and glossy gaze.

he wishes he could fuck you senseless with no risk.

he's knuckle-deep, sucking on your clit, and fucking you with his eyes when you try to bargain with him.

"i'm-- i'm ready," you whine, his work shirt balled up in your fists, pushed up so you could smell it while he ate you out, "promise. i am."

it's a lie. he can hear it. he can feel it.

his frustration goes into a hard nick to your thigh, a groan that doesn't quite make it past his busy lips. it's the restraint you have him exercise that makes him crazy. it was hard enough if you could make it easy, for you not to entertain a bad idea.

the begging, though. he clings to your thigh like a lifeline, hips already heavy but now sinking down into the cool sheets.

before he can tell you no, because that look always meant 'no, baby' you keep going:

"i need you. i need you so- bad," you're getting short of breath so you take a gasp.

you're already tight around just two of his fingers. he squeezes his eyes shut, with a strangled grunt, barely able to listen to you as you continue.

"ple-ase, please, please--,"

he takes his fingers back slowly, much like the way he clambers back up to sit on his knees, parting your legs a bit too wide so he can take a good, long stare at you.

his cock aches, strong, and it spreads a sharp and unpleasant kind of longing through his whole stomach- up to his chest.

he loves the way you clutch his shirt, how you tense at his burly form over you, your eyes searching him for new things to appreciate.

you love the strict, pained look in his brow. how tortured he really is, it gives you a kick. it's no lie that you want him to fuck you, but you weren't as dumb as you often played it. but if there's any responsibility to shoulder, like this restraint, aone does it for you a heartbeat. you have fun where you can.

your palm stretches out to rub on him through his boxers. you get maybe one, two, seconds of tactile play before he snatches your wrist and pushes his body over you, pinning it with absolutely no resistance.

"you know i can't," sounds horrible, and jealous, and mean.

only now do you put up a tiny fight. a squirm against his sullen, sulky kisses.

"taka-!"

"stop," he cuts you off, then keeps you silent with his palm.

"just-," his eyes evade yours for a moment, and you know he's not so tough, "please-, please stop begging me."

he's breathier, and heavier, as he rolls his hips onto yours. it's gentle, but the friction feels so good that your eyes just roll back into your skull. you relax under his weight.

"you know i can't-," he repeats, over and over again so he won't forget it, as he pushes his constrained cock against you.

his kindness doesn't help. you want him so much more for it.

links. longer haikyuu. my other imagines. my masterlist. requests open.

notes. titled: i do what i want and what i want is aone takanobu!! god i cant stop writing him. nobody requests him. but i do. for me. to myself.

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[checkeredflagggs]

Febuwhump Day 14: Becoming the Monster

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

a/n3: listen I like Lando but I needed a villian here

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y/n_gossip: it seems like little Lando Norris might be thinking of a matador career — he keeps tempting the bulls! After a few close calls with Verstappen, Norris and L/N collided resulting in a DNF for our girl with some pretty harsh words coming from both of their radios afterwards.

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user1: this is what racing is!

↳user2: I know — I was on the edge of my seat…

user3: pretty harsh?? Girl sounded like she was gonna run him down on foot and take him out

↳user4: lol did you see the rb team after she got back to the garage?

↳user5: they literally just picked her up and moved her away from the reporters 😂😂

user6: oh the post race interviews are gonna slap

↳user7: I can’t wait!

user8: that’s so completely unfair! y/n was ahead at the apex — Lando should have given it away, not crashed into her

↳user9: seriously?? Where on earth did you get that information??

↳user8: uhh by watching the screen??

user10: oh shit….

↳user11: Lando’s post interview??

↳user10: how dare he say something like that???

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interviewer: and what are your thoughts on y/n and your collision today?

Lando: obviously not ideal. You know you never want to be in a collision- especially when it’s not your fault. Y/N…she should spend less time with Max, don’t need her becoming another monster, ya know…

f1gossip: what an interview! During his post race interview for Austria 2024, where he was forced to dnf after two different collisions with both Redbulls, Norris didn’t hold back his thoughts. During this brief moment, he talked about the close friendship between this year’s Redbull drivers — saying that y/n (a rookie) should take a step back from her more senior teammate because no one “[needed] her becoming another monster,”. He also went on to say that he was losing respect for Verstappen and the way he raced.

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user12: did he really just fucking say that?

↳user13: oh my god he did

↳user14: it’s even worse when you actually watch it because you can just barely see max next to him — when Norris said this, both max and the interviewer froze

↳user13: i mean i would too. That’s a really harsh thing to say about someone

user15: people want cunty f1 back again but can’t handle this little spat??

↳user16: cunty? Yes. Whatever this was? Absolutely not

user17: he’s just salty she’s better then him

↳user18: how do you figure that??

↳user17: she literally won her very first f1 race? He’s been racing for years and only just won his first this year

↳user18: it doesn’t count really. Everyone knows that redbull cheats

↳user17: oh my god just shut up

user20: i feel bad for y/n…it really wasn’t her fault nor did it affect lando too much but he’s (someone she’s said she looks up too before) putting her on blast with some pretty harsh words…

↳user21: she looks up to him??

↳user20: yeah! She’s said multiple times that she really admires how open he is talking about his mental health and that she really wanted to emulate him

↳user21: oh ouch…then today and that interview has got to hurt…

user22: anyone else interested in what she’s gonna do to retaliate?

↳user23: 🙋🏾‍♀️🙋🏾‍♀️

Private Messages, Max and y/n

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[rjalker]

pro tip everyone: if you are interested in the summaries of a brand new author in this day and age......please do yourself a favor. Look up interviews with them first. Check to see if they literally brag about reading nothing but fanfiction before writing their book.

I am suffering. I hope to save you the same level of suffering. If you need any proof that reading and writing nothing but fanfiction will only produce absolute garbage original fiction, please borrow "The Witch King" he H E Edgemon from your local library and suffer right along with me. I was so excited to read it.

This also once again goes to prove that all the people claiming that fanfiction by Queer people is inherently more progressive than original fiction written by non-Queers is just a giant pack of misogynistic, racist, abuse apologistic lies.

And if you can get through The Witch King. Go ahead and try reading the sequel, The Fae Keeper. It's one of the first fiction books I've ever had to stop reading before I finished it in years. Oh my gods.

Anyone who tells you fandom or fanfiction are inherently more progressive than established original fiction is probably just a racist, ableist, transmisic, misogynistic, exorsexist liar.

I'd be nicer about it if the second book didn't have explicit, on page racist misogynistic victim blaming that we're meant to agree with. We're literally supposed to agree that it is the Native girl's fault that her white guy best friend has been abusing her for years because "she let him do it so she's equally as bad as he is"

fascinating that when you tell people "you have to learn the rules to break them" when talking about drawing/painting etc everyone nods and agrees but the second you say "you have to read books if you want to write better" there's a horde of contrarians begging to be the wrongest people ever all of a sudden

[meadowfics]

reproduction

kang dae-ho x f!reader

its your ovulation day

warnings: MDNI!! NSFW!! pure smut. smut with no plot. oral (r receiving). softdom!daeho. filthy, just pure FILTHY words coming out of dae-ho's mouth. he talks you through it. vulgar. unprotected p in v. breeding kink from both parties.

“dae-ho please.” you plead as dae-ho pulls down your panties. 

the rest of your clothes were already on the hardwood floor.

“please what?” dae-ho’s eyes were darker as smiled down and kissed your inner thighs. you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding up onto his thigh as you felt yourself clench onto nothing..

“please fuck me.” you said and daeho started taking off his clothes.

the marine’s black shirt, then his black joggers, then his black boxers

you were hypnotized by daeho’s biceps, crossing your legs but moving your legs up to where you were displaying the waterfall inbetween your legs. daeho gripped his length as he stared.

“you’re so pretty. that pussy is so pretty.” daeho’s muscular frame leaned over to kiss your temple. he moved back in front of you and uncrossed your legs, seeing the most beautiful sight that he cannot get enough of. 

“who’s pussy?” daeho whispered to you.

you bit your chapped lip as you took your right hand, caressing his facial cheek with your thumb as you spread your legs further from the center. 

“yours, daeho.”

“good girl.”

the ex-marine spread your legs and started to kiss down your moisturized inner thighs, going closer and closer to where you want him to be.

daeho gave a few pecks before diving right in. you released the loudest moan as he kitten-licked your entire vagina before going lower to flick at your soft and swollen clit. your hands grabbed his long black hair as he held one hand on your soft waist and another massaging your inner left thigh.

“yea– fuck! oh myyy god” you called out as daeho’s warm tongue broke through your core, diving right into your walls as he pulled at the top of your privates, exposing your sensitive bud from its hood so he can work his thumb on it .

you know daeho is enjoying this as well due to his moans and sounds that cause vibrations on your vagina. after a couple of seconds, daeho humped himself against the bed.. giving his big cock a bit of friction. he pulled his head back and first saw your swollen bud, he smirked before he blowed onto it causing you to move her entire body to the right.

“no no, don’t move.” daeho held your entire body to stay in place before looking back to see your soaked vagina ready for him.

“please fuck me.” you say again as daeho pushed himself up. your mouth stared watering at the sight of his dick, ready for him to reorganize your insides.  

“how badly do you want me?” daeho places your legs on his shoulders before bending down to kiss you. you look down and moan at your boyfriend moving his tip along your soaked folds, you lightly squealed when it makes contact with your clit.

“i want you so bad, i need your dick!” you moaned against his mouth.  

“that’s good to know, my sweetheart.”

no matter how many times daeho entered you, your walls always need to adjust to his size. 

“you’re doing so good, mama, just breathe.” daeho lets you adjust and held both sides of your head. you take a few breaths as daeho nibbles along your earlobe. 

 “breathe in.” daeho stared into your loving eyes as you took a huge breath in, “breathe out.” 

“this is all mine.” the ex-marine mumbles to himself, admiring his length fully buried inside of your soaked walls. 

“fuck!” you cussed, pushing yourself to move against his length. daeho adjusted his body and started to pull in and out of you slowly, causing the two lovers to moan loudly.

the man wanted to take his time with you, always. the same reason your man always hated quickies, he needs to process all of the sensations he has when his cock is buried deep in your pussy. 

“harder.” you moaned out and daeho, being the good boy he is, listened to your request.

this as the best feeling in the world, to the both of you. 

for daeho, it's seeing the love of his life under him as she looks down at his dick rearranging her insides with her glassy eyes and swollen lips. for you, its seeing daeho’s jaw clench while he admires that features of your face, making sure that he does not let go and cum too early because of how good your vagina feels. 

“gosh you’re fucking soaked.” daeho whimpered while leaning his head down, giving you a prominent hickey below your inner jawline. you felt yourself clutch around his dick due to his whimpering. 

a new discovered kink… you thought. sometimes daeho doesn’t whimper and prefers groaning. 

“its like i am deep inside a pool full of water, gosh i need to cum inside of this pussy.” 

daeho starts babbling.

“daeho..” you moaned, a little too loud. 

“do you want me to cum inside?”  

your man asks for consent. 

“cum inside.” 

you kiss along his jaw as you feel his fat cock twitch deep inside your walls. 

the both of you moaned as your insides pulsed around his dick, “fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna-“ you moaned before you finally released all over daeho. 

“shi-shit I’m almost done, just gotta make sure every last drop gets in there..” daeho fucked into your hold more as he felt himself coming.  

“fuck!” you felt daeho release inside, painting your walls white. 

earlier, you checked your period tracker app and saw that today is your ovulation day. 

yet somehow, you forgot about it. 

so, no wonder why your pregnancy test came back positive eight weeks later. 

masterlist

[you-ta]

husband Hongjoong | mdni

content : hongjoong has a baby fever!

Ever since Hongjoong saw you with your niece he haven't stopped thinking about you with babies, this guy has a baby fever and he will do anything for you to have his babies.

Lying in bed, with you facing him, talking about your day and some stuff, which he paying no attention to.

"Are you even listening to me?", you ask Hongjoong "Yes, Yes", "Oh alright so what do you think of that coffee table?", "I think that would be really convenient for us honestly and its even the perfect size!", "I wasn't talking about a coffee table Hongjoong, its okay if you wanna go to sleep- you are cut by Hongjoong kissing you, getting on top of you.

His impatient yet delicate hands making their way to your panties, he is so needy, its pathetic almost, not that any of that matters right now when he is kissing just the right spots, just right to make you moan his name softly.

"Baby, need you to have my babies, please?" its more of a plea "Need to fill you up so bad", "Can't wait to see you all round and glowy for me", "Gonna be such a good dad i promise", "Please Please let me cum inside".

Him holding you so close, so close that you are sure if it were any more hot you both would have been moulded into each other, his thrusts are soft and long as if wanting you to feel him everywhere.

"Love you so much", "I love you so much baby", "I'll be so good please let me cum inside", he is begging and whining at this point, "Oh my god baby you make me feel so good, love you so much".

a/n: its still valentines day here i promise, requests are open btw!<3

[cursedcanon]

Asleep

You fall asleep on them.

Characters: Gojo, Choso, Sakuna, Geto , toji , Nanami, Yuji and Megumi

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo is smug as hell about it. The moment he feels you slump against him, he immediately whips out his phone to take a picture. "Aww, my baby trusts me this much? Adorable~!" He’d probably trap you in his arms so you can’t escape, whispering nonsense about how he’s the best pillow ever. If anyone walks by, he’s grinning like an idiot. "Shh, my baby is resting on their favorite person ever!" You’d wake up to him dramatically sobbing, "You left me alone in this cruel world!" when you eventually move away.

Choso Kamo:

Choso freezes. His entire system shuts down as he stares at you, sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. His hands hover awkwardly, like, what do I do? Do I hold them? Do I move? Help? In the end, he just sits perfectly still like a statue, afraid that moving even an inch will wake you. If anyone tries to disturb your nap, they will be met with a death glare. He gently adjusts your position to make sure you’re comfortable but doesn’t dare wake you up. Deep down, he melts at how safe you must feel with him.

Ryomen Sukuna:

At first, Sukuna is offended. "You have the nerve to fall asleep on me like I’m some common pillow?" He glares at your sleeping form, arms crossed, contemplating whether he should just push you off. But then he notices how peaceful you look and tchs before letting you stay. "Hah. Pathetic human, relying on me like this…" He acts annoyed but subtly adjusts his posture to make sure you’re comfortable. If anyone dares to comment, he growls, “ Keep moving unless you want to die.”

Geto Suguru:

Geto is so soft about it. He smiles to himself, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "Tired, huh?" His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, as he lets you rest. He’d probably place a protective arm around you, keeping you close while continuing whatever he was doing. If anyone comes up to him while you’re asleep, they will be met with a calm but firm, "They’re sleeping. Whatever you need can wait." Absolute boyfriend material.

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji snickers the second he realizes you’re asleep. "Damn, I must be real comfortable." He teases you even though you’re unconscious, grinning like a menace. But despite all his bravado, he doesn’t move an inch because deep down, he loves that you trust him enough to fall asleep on him. If someone comments on it, he just smirks and says, "Jealous? Too bad, this spot’s taken." He might even wrap an arm around you possessively just to prove a point.

Nanami Kento:

Nanami lets out the deepest sigh, but his expression softens when he sees you sleeping. He adjusts his posture so you don’t wake up with neck pain and simply lets you rest. If someone tries to wake you, he glares at them like they just insulted his entire existence. "Let them sleep." He continues doing whatever he was doing, secretly enjoying the quiet moment. If you drool on him, however… he will wake you up.

Itadori Yuji:

Yuji malfunctions. His entire face turns bright red, and he stiffens like a board. Oh my god. Oh my god. They’re sleeping on me. What do I do? Do I move? Do I stay? Breathe, Yuji, breathe! After a few moments of panic, he slowly relaxes, a huge, goofy grin spreading across his face. He’d probably hold your hand while you sleep, just vibing. If Megumi or Nobara see, he’ll shush them with a frantic whisper, "DON’T WAKE THEM UP!"

Fushiguro Megumi:

Megumi blushes instantly. He tries to act normal, but his ears are completely red. He clears his throat, averting his gaze, but he doesn’t push you away. In fact, if you shift in your sleep, he subtly adjusts his position so you’re more comfortable. If Gojo sees, he will never hear the end of it. "Aww, Megumi~! Look at you being all soft!" Megumi glares at him with murderous intent but doesn’t move, because deep down, he doesn’t want to wake you up.

[astrasng]

kisses shared with ateez 𝜗𝜚

→ summary: ateez as type of kisses. they are down bad for you

→ warning: mainly fluff, nothing else

→ a/n: happy valentine's day to everyone ♡ make sure to treat yourself to something delicious and stay hydrated! ♡ ps: probably jongo's my fav from all of these 🤭

here's the masterlist to the event ^^

enjoy!♡

──── ⋆˚࿔ hongjoong || hurried kiss

hongjoong, the busy man he is, often forgets about giving you a kiss before leaving for work. and that often leads to hurried kisses, wanting to give you every single ounce of his love into one messy, i have to leave kiss before finally letting you go. he often can't control his feelings when it comes to you, especially when you are kissing him, your hands in his hair or around his neck, pulling him even closer, meaning that he's deeping the kiss too. starting with a soft kiss, that's what he thougth. it feels so good having your lips on his, so good that he can't let go even though he needs to go to work. and you know that too, but oh well, you're more important, right? because the minute hongjoong pulls away and whispers kiss me more in a hoarse voice tells you that you are more important than anything.

──── ⋆˚࿔ seonghwa || comforting kisses

seonghwa is simply someone who is a comforting person in general. his prescence often makes you calm whenever something stressful is happening in your life. the tone he's talking to you never heard being mean or sour,rather calm and warm. that also goes for his kisses. he often senses you being tired from a long day, only wanting to lay down on your shared bed or couch to sleep a little in seonghwa's arms, which he gladly accepts. whenever that happens, he can't help but press kisses all over your face, your temple, the top of your head or your closed eyelids which only makes you even sleepier. the feeling of his kisses spreads warmth all over your body, snuggling closer into his arms as he keeps his lips pressed on the top of your head. he feels so lucky to have you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ yunho || tingly kiss

the type of kiss that makes you want more and it leaves you feeling all tingly from yunho is just deadly. he always pulls away just before you could kiss him right back intensively, your hands still in his hair as his are steady on your waist. he smiles down at you, and then simply leaves. that's how easy it is for him, the control he has over himself making his ego even bigger when he knows how annoyed you feel at times like these. you can't help but touch your lips like in the movies, feeling your muscle still tingling in the best of the best of terms, literally still feeling his soft lips on yours. how lovingly he can press a kiss on your skin and lips, his body molding into yours to punctuate his unspoken words. in this way, not only his kiss, but his whole prescence makes you tingle with love.

──── ⋆˚࿔ yeosang || surprise kisses

yeosang isn't usually the one initiating the kiss first. he does, from time to time, but it always surprises you when he randomly kisses your temple, or your cheeks, god bless you your lips out of nowhere. even after all these years being together, still feels like it's a surprise feeling him walking up next to you or hopping down on the couch just to give you a kiss. it makes him often realize how rarely he makes the first move. it often makes him angry too, and often all those kisses are originally from him being beaten up on silly things like this. you told him once - don't be silly, i don't mind making the first move! making sure to reassure him that it really doesn't bother you. but still, it makes him want to initiate more things in your relationship, giving you everything you deserve because he loves seeing you being flustered by his sudden actions.

──── ⋆˚࿔ san || the i love yous

whispering i love you between kisses is san's specialty. doesn't matter where you are, or the circumstances. you can either be mad at him for some reason, or be in stupidly in love with him. he doesn't care, because san always wants to let you know how much he loves you. there isn't a time where he doesn't say it, or shows it to you. during cuddling or walking on the street - stopping in midsentence just to kiss you on the lips. deep, and long, feeling his emotions bored into that one single kiss. he whispers i love you when he feels like going in for a second kiss, or saying i love you so fucking much when you are both lost in a heated shared kiss which leads into multiple one.

──── ⋆˚࿔ mingi || kisses from behind

given mingi's height is easy for him to only drop his head lower and press kisses either on your shoulders, or the side of your neck. he grabs the opportunity when he sees you standing with your back to him,either doing something in the kitchen or looking at something at a supermarket. he loves walking up behind you and snaking an arm, maybe both, around your waist to pull himself closer and kiss your skin. it often makes you shiver just from his touch, feeling him behind you and hugging you from behind as he can't seem to stop pecking your exposed skin. sometimes he even murmurs I love your perfume or i missed you so much after a long day of not seeing you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ wooyoung || flustered kiss

wooyoung often sneaks kisses here and there, pressing a quick kiss before leaving on your forehead or cheeks. it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that he always gives you a kiss before leaving. but when he's home with you and the air is a little hotter than it should be? woo can't help himself to disattach himself off of you, your perfume pulling him in every time for more kisses and cuddles. and because of this, it often leads him kissing his way up from your wrist all the way up to your collarbones and lastly your lips. he focuses on your lips so much that by the time you two pull away you have to fight for air. he feels proud when he sees your face all flustered and red, ears burning off under his stare as he murmurs cute under his breath.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jongho || palm kisses

he's the romantic type. even if he doesn't necesseraly shows it, he is. he thinks kissing your warm palm of your hand says more i love yous than any other kisses. pressing a long, meaningful kiss in the center of your palm, all the way to your fingertips and to your knuckles feels like he's trying to erupt all the butterflies in your stomach. and he does, because you are left with the deepest shade of red on your face and chest, seeing him smirking under his breath by how cute you are. it's not unusual that he does this, he's a gentleman at heart, but you can't ever get use to him being this flirty and affectionate when it's just the two of you. kudos if he does this little moves of his infront of his friends or family with a wink in your way, you know that you'll marry this man no matter what.

a/n: if you've gotten to this point of my event, thank you so much for reading! i hope everyone had a good time, i tried to go with a more suave feeling for valentine's. ik i had a lot of fun, thank you so much for the notes and reblogs!

taglist: @arunainluv @myraet @peterm4rker @chenlezip

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[pineapple-downside-up-cake]

Let's Not Make A Big Deal Valentine's Special!

GHOST when you are A Strong Independent Human Who Don't Need No Man.

You just, y'know...want one.

Simom, whether by nature or dubious military nurture, is a lean, mean, left brained freak* of a partner.

Blunt; pragmatic; Simon.

It's not that he's not gentle, or sweet, or doesn't love you to hell and back. He does - oh god does he, and he needs you to know - but classic romance is a notion that has routinely evaded apprehension.

He didn't exactly have stirling examples growing up.

He is, therefore, understandably imbalanced when he forgets valentine's entirely, and Soap and Gaz are the ones to remind him. They spend the whole morning razzing him about how "every partner needs attention for valentine's."

It gets to him.

He powerwalks out to the phone lockers at the first opportunity, to text you and apologize. He's ready to hit send when his thumb freezes and he thinks better of it. He should call you instead, to schedule something for tonight. A make-up session.

And then he remembers he's being stupid, because Soap and Gaz and even Price have been right precisely once when giving him relationship advice - just that first day, when they convinced him to give you a chance after you'd asked him out.

You're already seeing each other tonight, anyway.

He slams the locker shut and twists the dumb little key in the big paw of his hand. You're fine, you and him are fine, he is a big bad emotionally mature man and he's not going to let his teammates make him insecure over a fucking hallmark holiday.

He's not.

But maybe he's relieved, just a little bit, when you kiss him at the door like nothing is wrong, ask him with a smile how his day was.

...Only to have it dashed when he walks past and sees a new floral arrangement on the table, one of those tacky red boxes open next to it.

He stops dead in his tracks, sniper quiet in an instant, an all quiet tension. You have to double back for him when you realize he didn't follow, looking between him and the table, a question in the air.

"I could've done that," he grumbles, looking forlornly at the flowers. He's scowling so hard he's building a unibrow, cursing himself and his team, but mostly himself for failing you.

It takes you slapping a little piece of plastic against his chest to snap him out of it, and even then all he does is stare.

"This is called a credit card, love. I'm big kid who makes real, adult money, and when I want flowers or candy, I take this baby to the store and buy it myself. S'not a test."

You have to remind Simon that he does things. Little things, constantly, that let you know he appreciates you. You can pull a whole list of examples off the top of your head.

In the end, you apologize to him - let him know that you know. And, by the way...you love him, too.

You wouldn't share your hard earned bourbon chocolate cherries with just anyone, after all.

*I love you my left brained people ♡

[wendichester]

₊˚⊹♡ swipe right,

summary. dean winchester doesn’t really do dating apps. but then, he matches with you.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 928

You almost didn’t swipe right.

His profile was suspiciously vague—just a single, grainy picture of him leaning against a sleek black Impala, wearing a worn leather jacket, a confident smirk playing on his lips. No bio. No interests. No cheesy pickup line.

Just Dean, 35 and a damn good smirk.

You stared at it for a moment, finger hovering over the screen. This guy could be anyone. A serial killer. A scam artist. A catfish. But something about that stupid smirk made your stomach flip.

So, against your better judgment, you swiped right.

And to your surprise, you matched instantly.

Now, you’re sitting across from him in a dimly lit bar, a little buzzed from your second drink, trying to process that yes, this is real, and yes, he is even hotter in person.

Dean Winchester is a flirt. A charmer. He’s warm whiskey and cocky grins, all easy confidence and smooth one-liners. But there’s something else, too—something genuine beneath all that bravado.

“So, tell me,” you tease, swirling your drink, “do you always meet women off Tinder, or am I special?”

Dean huffs, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, I don’t even know how I ended up on that damn app. My brother set it up.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” He takes a sip of his beer, lips curling around the bottle in a way that makes your stomach flip. “Said I needed to ‘get out there’ more. Thought I’d just get a bunch of bots, but then—” He gestures at you with his bottle. “Lucky me.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I prefer charming.”

“Debatable.”

His grin widens, and God, he’s got a nice smile. It’s not just his looks—it’s the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.

And maybe it’s the drinks, or maybe it’s the way he keeps looking at your lips, but there’s a charge in the air, crackling, electric.

Dean leans in, forearms resting on the table, voice dropping just a little. “You’re a lot cuter than I expected.”

You arch a brow. “Expected?”

He shrugs, smirk playing on his lips. “Well, you never know with these apps. Thought I’d get catfished.”

You scoff, pretending to be offended. “You thought I was the catfish? That’s rich, coming from a guy with one blurry picture and no bio.”

Dean chuckles, eyes twinkling. “Okay, fair.” He takes another sip of his drink, gaze flicking over your face, warm and amused. “But if I’m being honest, I almost didn’t swipe on you either.”

Your heart dips slightly. “Oh?”

“Yeah. You seemed…” He searches for the right word. “Too good to be true.”

The words catch you off guard. Your lips part slightly, and Dean holds your gaze for a moment longer before glancing down at his drink, almost like he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

The air between you shifts—less playful, more charged.

You tilt your head, giving him a soft, teasing smile. “So, is this the part where you ask me back to your place?”

Dean hums, tapping his fingers against his glass. “Tempting. But I’m a gentleman.”

You snort. “Oh, really?”

He leans in a fraction closer, voice dropping lower. “Yeah. Which means I’ll at least walk you to your door before I start thinking about how bad I wanna kiss you.”

Your breath catches. His tone, his expression—it’s all heat, all smoldering intent.

And suddenly, you’re not so interested in finishing your drink.

It’s a blur after that. The way he keeps his word, walking you to your door like some old-school gentleman—until you pull him inside, pressing your lips to his the second it closes behind you.

Dean groans, hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. His mouth is warm, insistent, and when his fingers slide into your hair, tilting your head back, you let out the softest sigh.

His body is solid beneath your hands, strong, radiating heat. And when he backs you against the wall, pressing his hips into yours, you feel just how much he wants this.

“Jesus,” he pants against your lips, forehead pressing against yours. “Tell me if I need to slow down.”

You shake your head, fingers curling into his jacket. “Don’t you dare.”

His chuckle is dark, rough, as his hands skim down your sides, settling on your hips. “Bossy.”

You grin, dragging your nails lightly down his chest. “You like it.”

He makes a sound low in his throat, then lifts you easily, guiding your legs around his waist. You let out a surprised laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Show-off,” you murmur.

Dean smirks. “Told you, sweetheart. I’m charming.”

And then he’s carrying you toward your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Later, when you’re tangled together in your sheets, breathless and warm, Dean lets out a satisfied sigh, fingertips tracing lazy circles on your hip.

“Gotta say,” he murmurs, “best damn Tinder date I’ve ever been on.”

You laugh, stretching against him. “Oh, so you’ve had others?”

Dean pauses, then smirks. “Nope. Just wanted to mess with you.”

You swat his arm, and he catches your wrist, bringing it to his lips. The playfulness fades slightly as he looks at you, something softer in his gaze.

“Glad I swiped right,” he admits quietly.

Your heart does a stupid little flip. “Me too.”

Dean’s smirk returns, but it’s warmer now, fonder. He pulls you closer, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Told you,” he murmurs against your skin. “Lucky me.”

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