#valentine's day special

[sl33paholics]

Nicolas Brown Valentine's Day Headcanons!

Warning(s): None!

— Celebrating and spending the day with Nicolas is very interesting.

You'd wake up to the smell of breakfast. As you look rub your eyes, you see a plate in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers laying right next to you.

As you look to your right, you see Nicolas sitting on a chair with his head resting on his palm with a small smile on his face.

Thank you. You'd gesture to him as you watched him chuckle, as your hand and fingers intertwined with his. Nicolas would soon move your hand towards his face, giving your back hand a smooch You couldn't help but smile sheepishly.

Since he is deaf, Nicolas would leave little notes or poems around for you to notice and read. Expressing each reason as to why he loves and cherishes you dearly.

Throughout the day, the silence between the two of you is golden. Nicolas doesn't seem like the type of person to do big celebrations. Simply being together and understanding one another is enough without sharing notes.

Nicolas would even take you back to places the two of you went out / first met. A trip down memory lane for the both of you, as the two of you guys get to reminisce the glorious days before making it official.

COOKING. TOGETHER. Words cannot describe how much I see Nicolas enjoying making your favorite meals / snacks. Feeding each other as the once cleaned kitchen is now a mess.

Nicolas would surpise you with some gifts! Gifting you items that could represent or reflect a certain moment in your relationship and possibly the near future between the two of you.

It'd even be a bonus if one of the gifts were handmade. Such as the big heart-shaped floral wreath that he handed over! Now, whenever you pass the door, you can admire the time and effort he put to make it beautiful.

Photo Album! You showed Nicolas all of the photos you took on your camera. Whether at the park, in the crib, or at your dates.

He really loves picnic dates. They're so simple, unlike having to stress yourself for arranging fancy dinners. Why not just go to a park and enjoy the outdoors while eating while displaying affection to the love of your life? Perfection combination.

— During the evening, a pampering session WILL be happening. No questions asked. Cuddling. A massage. Taking a bath together. Playing a game of cards. Anything! It's a good thing to help Nicolas unwind after doing jobs with Worick or the mafia.

Slow dancing. Even though he cannot hear, he can definitely feel the vibrations coming from loudspeakers as the two of you dance in your small shared bedroom.

Nicolas is the type of guy who doesn't seem to stay asleep. He HAS to venture out somewhere just because. It'd be the middle of the night, and he'll wake you up to come join him. At least the two of you get to enjoy an gaze upon the quiet serenity.

Coming back from the midnight stroll, he's instantly cuddling with you. Making sure the covers are shielding the both of you from the cold wind coming from the slightly open window.

Nicolas would kiss your forehead, as a sign of goodnight, watching you drift off to sleep. His arms around you tightening up. Nicolas swore to himself to protect you from any danger coming your way as he slowly fell back asleep. ❤️

[polaroidpascal]

valentine's day || frankie morales

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader

summary : you and frankie’s anniversary just happens to be on valentine’s day. even though you have to work today, frankie makes sure everything is set up to go perfectly when you come home.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, lots and lots of kissing, frankie is sickeningly sweet and gives you princess treatment, reader wears lingerie, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex (practice safe!!), multiple orgasms, praise kink, nicknames (so many nicknames…), lots of talking, coming together, creampie, little bit of sweet aftercare

WC: 6k (idk what happened to me…)

a/n : this is only briefly proofread so apologies for any errors or things that sound a little silly !! happy valentine’s day everyone 🫶

Your alarm wakes him up before it wakes you. The sound of the unoffending yet still dreadful beeping softly fills your consciousness but is quickly shut off. You hear some motion from the bathroom, still mostly asleep, and mere minutes later are greeted by sweet kisses to your neck and cheek, a hefty hand tracing your soft figure.

You slowly stir awake, kisses being oh so gently peppered across your face as you stretch to get your blood flowing again. You relax, open your eyes, and see Frankie, still sleepy-eyed but looking down sweetly at you.

“Good morning,” you say with as much of a smile as you can while still waking up.

“Good morning,” he says, matching your sleepy grin. “Happy anniversary, mi amor.” He leans down to kiss you. You melt into his soft lips, so soft that you think you might still be dreaming. 

“Happy anniversary,” you say when he finally breaks away.

You and Frankie’s anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day, and you insist every year that he doesn’t need to do much, if anything, for you, but he does not take “no” for an answer. After the third year, you gave up your effort realizing that he was going to spoil you one way or another. You also gave up on finding any gifts for him (at his request -- nay, his command, basically) because, Your smile is enough, amor. And these hips, too, he’d flirt. 

“Five years, huh?” you ask him, pure affection sparkling in both of your eyes.

“Why, are you sick of me already?” he jokes, eyebrows raised worriedly.

You laugh and shake your head, stretching some more with your arms reaching up to the ceiling. “Ugh, it should be a crime that I have to work today,” you say, arms crashing back down on the bed.

“I know, love.” he chuckles, gently rubbing your belly and kissing your forehead. “But hey, we still have all evening to celebrate,” he says playfully, smirking and nudging you a bit. You breathe a laugh, sitting up and getting your bearings before making your way to the bathroom to get ready.

Frankie gets up, too, making his way to the kitchen instead to make you breakfast before you start your day. He’s surprisingly quite the cook, and he knows you love it when he makes french toast. No one can make it like you do, Frank, you tell him. But this time, he uses a cookie cutter to make little hearts for you, frying them up perfectly as he does, and serving them all pretty for you.

You emerge from the hallway, hair barely halfway dry from a quick shower. It’ll look fine when I pull it up, you think as you towel dry it as best you can. You already smell the sweet cinnamon filling the air and know he’s treating you today. As you enter the kitchen, he’s turned away at the stove, still in his t-shirt and boxers, crew socks adorning his feet and hair still messy from sleep. You watch him cook up a serving for himself and see your plate neatly set on the table for you already, complete with a glass of apple juice (he knows that’s your favorite, too) and the best strawberries in the container he had bought. When you look down, you see the heart shaped toast and smile, a warmth filling your entire chest.

“Little hearts?” you say endearingly and he turns over his shoulder to smile at you before resuming his cooking. He finishes plating his helping, not bothering to make it even half as pretty as yours, and you sit down to eat together.

“Mmm,” you hum as you take a bite, “How do you make them better and better every time?”

“A chef never reveals his recipes,” he says, taking a bite as well. “So, I was thinking maybe we can go get dinner at that Italian place you like? I’ll bring you to work and come pick you up later, too. What do you think, princess?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” you say, smiling back at him before meeting his gaze again. “Wait, what about my clothes? I’d have to come back and get ready.”

“Well, what if we got you something new? Consider it my present to you.”

“Frankie, you already do so much, I don’t need new clothes too--”

“Ahhh, ah, ah,” he cuts you off, waving one hand back and forth. “No querida, none of that. I’m taking you to get something pretty.”

You cock your head to the side and smile as if to say, That’s really sweet of you. “Thank you, baby,” you say as you take another bite of your breakfast. When you finish, Frankie cleans up his and your plates, planting a kiss to the top of your head as he walks by. He tosses them into the sink to clean later as you gather your things and head to the car.

“Bye, love,” Frankie calls as you get out of the car. “Have a good day,” he says, a smile adorning his face.

“See you later,” you say and blow him a kiss. He catches it and holds it to his heart before he drives away. 

On his way home, he stops at a florist stand and sees that they’ve put out some new signs. One reads, “The Language of Flowers” next to another reading, “Build a bouquet!” Frankie studies the chart reading what each flower is supposed to mean, carefully picking out an arrangement that says exactly what he wants to say. He grabs a positively beautiful assortment of pink, white, yellow, and red flowers making sure to place them in the most appealing way before grabbing a container of rose petals, taking everything to check out, and heading to the next store.

Immediately upon entry into the apothecary a few doors down, he’s overwhelmed with smells and candles and soaps and lotions -- and he has no idea what to even look for. 

“D’ya need some help?” a low voice calls from the counter.

Frankie looks up and chuckles, “Yeah, actually, that would be nice.”

“What are you lookin’ for?” the man asks, looking down at the bouquet in his hand . “I’m assuming something for your lady, hm?”

“Yeah, I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, really, but I wanted to surprise her. It’s actually our anniversary too and I want to make it special,” he says, blushing just a little.

“Well,” the man starts, “we’ve got a bunch of candles over here, small ones, big ones, anything you might want. And we’ve got some soaps and bath bombs over here. My wife, Tess, makes them all.”

Frankie smiles at that and asks, “And you help her sell?”

“Yeah, figure it’s the least I could do considering she makes it all. But anyway, if you need anything else, just holler.”

“Thank you so much,” he says before looking around the shop, taking inventory on all of the things he could buy. After smelling some candles and finding what he knows are your favorites, he finally decides what he wants and grabs everything he’ll need for later, checking out again and heading to the car to go back home.

Frankie lays his bags of goodies on the table and immediately gets to work around the house, starting with the dishes from this morning. He dries his hands and retrieves your laundry from the dryer to fold for you. Mid-folding, he pulls out a piece of cloth that he’s never seen before. He knows your clothes well (folding aside, countless times taking them off of you will do that) and he’s never seen this fabric before. As he unfurls the delicate garment, his jaw completely drops.

He holds up an intoxicatingly small and thin piece of lingerie, one he’s never seen before and his belly fills with heat. This has to be brand new, he thinks. She was gonna surprise me, huh? His jeans grow tight at the thought, unable to keep the fog from rolling in on his brain. He carefully lays it to the side for later and begins a futile attempt to push it out of his brain so he can finish the rest of this damned laundry.

Your phone dings at about 3:00.

Hey, baby. Let me know when you get off and I’ll be on my way. Love you ❤️

You smile and text back, I’ll be off in 30. Boss felt nice today 😊

Almost immediately, Frankie replies, I’ll be waiting, princess.

You blush and finish up your work as quickly as you can so you can touch up your makeup before Frankie picks you up. Just like he said, he’s waiting for you at the front of the parking lot ready to take you shopping. He’s absolutely beaming when he sees you approach, leaning over to kiss you tenderly when you hop into the passenger seat.

He pulls away asking, “Ready to go find something cute?”

“If you insist, loverboy,” you say with a smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the car out of the lot and starting for the boutique you love.

You spend a while browsing the racks, accumulating an armful of dresses and one-pieces that catch your eye. Before you know it, your arm looks like it might as well be a rack itself with how much it's holding. “Here,” Frankie says, moving to grab the clothes, “let me take it, love.” You decide not to protest, but you finally make your way to a fitting room so he doesn’t have to carry any more.

It’s like your own little fashion show. With every outfit, you walk out of the curtains to your waiting boyfriend who looks absolutely dazed with everything you walk out in. But one particular dress has him sitting up a little different when you emerge.

“Oh, wow…” he mutters to himself, just barely loud enough for you to hear. You’re wearing a cute, short floral dress, a spring-y type, that isn’t even that fancy, really. But it's the way it hugs your figure perfectly, accentuating and complimenting every asset of your body that has Frankie all but salivating at the sight of you. You do a little spin for him, eyes coming to his face after the turn and seeing them almost glossed over.

“Do you like it?” you ask innocently.

He forces his eyes to meet yours and nods softly. “Yeah. Okay. I don’t need to see any more, that’s the one, hermosa,” he says as he stands up and walks towards you.

You laugh at his urgency and move to gather your things. Frankie pays and grabs everything but your purse from you as you make your way back to the car.

You get to dinner fairly early, parking the car at around 5:30. Frankie rushes out to open your door for you like the gentleman he is before taking you in his arm to walk into the restaurant. You sit at a beautiful little table decorated with a small fresh flower and a tealight candle, silverware and plates neatly set out already. Surprisingly, the restaurant is emptier than you thought it’d be.

“Love, how did you even get a reservation here?” you ask. “Don’t restaurants book up like months in advance for Valentine’s Day? We only decided to come this morning.”

Frankie laughs to himself for a moment before he confesses, “I did book this months in advance, I just didn’t tell you.” You reach over and lightly smack his hand and he laughs. He really did think of everything.

The rest of dinner goes wonderfully. You order your favorite dish and it’s cooked perfectly. Frankie gets a bottle of wine for the table, you joke and laugh, he steals a kiss or two of your hand… everything is just truly perfect.

You leave the restaurant and decide to take a walk down to a little ice cream shop, open a bit later just for today. You each get a scoop and walk along a lakeside through a park nearby, Frankie’s arm draped around your waist, the other holding a mini ice cream cone, while you eat from your little cup.

“Thank you, Frankie,” you say, looking up briefly at his face. He looks down and smiles sweetly back at you. “Everything was so nice. Even though I had to work.”

He squeezes you a little tighter and kisses your forehead. You walk a little further before he jokes, “Well, I wasn’t gonna sit around and twiddle my thumbs all day, was I?” You chuckle and lean into him some more. “You ready to go back home, mi amor?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. The bed is calling to me. If you listen real close, you might be able to hear it too.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs and you head back to the car.

Frankie’s hand is glued to your thigh the entire drive, just sitting there wanting to feel the warmth of your soft thighs peeking beneath the hem of your new dress, the one he already loves so much. His eyes are glued to the road, but yours are glued to him, watching as he rests one hand on the top of the wheel, checks his mirrors routinely, and relaxes into the motions of driving. 

A warm puddle grows in your belly at the beautiful sight of him, spreading from right where he was rubbing you this morning as you woke up. You look down to your thigh and grab his hand. He glances over for a second and tries to responsibly divide his focus on the road and your hand guiding his slowly further and further up your leg, brushing the middle of your panties and spreading the slick gathering there to dampen them even more.

You hear him grunt softly under his breath at the feeling and the soft whimper that leaves your mouth, feeling his thick fingers brushing your clothed core.

“Amor, please… we’re almost home,” he begs. You whine as you roll your hips a little into his hand at him and he grunts again, trying to stifle it as best as he can.

“Since you planned everything, I'm sure you planned to fuck me too, hm?” you tease and fight the urge to plunge his fingers into your underwear and have him finger you right here, right now.

“Baby… you have no idea,” he teases as he starts to rub you over your underwear. You whine and lean back into the seat, your hips following the movement of his hand.

He takes his hand away as you pull into the driveway, getting out again to open your door for you. This time, he leans down and kisses you deeply, tongue knocking at your lips waiting to be welcomed inside your mouth. He grabs your hand to lead you inside, walking a little too fast and excitedly for you to keep up.

“Frankie, hang on a second--” you say, stumbling in your heels to keep up. He slightly fumbles with his keys for just a moment, playing it off well trying to hide his excitement. When he opens the door, you almost go weak as you gasp, hand up to your mouth taking in all that you see. “Oh, Frankie…” 

Candles. Everywhere. Little ones sitting on the tables and lining the hallway, a small walkway of them leading directly to your bedroom. In between them, a sparse trail of rose petals acts like a bright neon sign saying “this way to the bedroom!” 

He hugs you from behind, kissing your neck when he asks, “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Frankie this is too much, you really didn’t have to do all of this…”

“I had Pope stop by when we left the ice cream shop to light them all,” he says softly in your ear. “Go inside, I have one more thing to give you,” he says, pushing you slightly in the door. “Well, two things really, but only one that’s not at the end of this yellow brick road paved for you.” 

He takes your hand guiding you to the kitchen where you see a beautiful bouquet of flowers dressing the table. You can tell he made it because of the seemingly random selection making up the bouquet. “Did you make this, baby?”

“I did,” he says, hugging behind you once again. “That flower shop in town had it set up. They had this cool chart, too. Apparently different flowers mean different things.”

“Oh?” you ask, looking around at him.

“Yeah. I took a picture of it so I wouldn’t forget.” He pulls out his phone for reference. “Look here,” he points, “this tulip right here is for love, of course. This one here is an apple blossom. It says it means ‘I prefer you before all.’”

You feel tears well up in your eyes as he continues, “This one, the lily, is for pure love. And the honeysuckle is for devoted affection--”

You turn around in one smooth motion and kiss him fervently, pressing yourself impossibly close to his lips, unable to control yourself as the love ignites like wildfire in your chest. His hands come up to your cheeks to hold you steady as he kisses you back, deeply and passionately. “And that last red one there, the fuschia…” he mumbles as he finally pulls you away and smiles. “That one means ‘I like your taste.’”

You kiss him again, legs already moving to your bedroom and you pull away, the two of you chasing each other down the hall like a couple of teenagers home alone for the first time.You follow the tealights and rose petals to your room, the door slightly ajar. And when you open it, there’s even more rose petals than before scattered across the floor and sprinkled on the bed. You see something folded at the edge, stepping closer only to stop in shock. “Oh my god... you did the laundry...?”

“I sure did, amor. Hey, this might be crazy but I found this thing in your batch that I’ve never seen before…” he teases, the smile on his mouth audible. You reach to pick it up and turn to face him. He looks back, smile fading and arms crossing when he says, “Are you cheating on me?”

You laugh and throw it at him. “You’re so stupid, Frankie!” 

He laughs back and tosses it back to you. “Go on, amor, go put it on. I’ve been thinking about it all day, I wanna see it.”

You scurry over to the bathroom, garment in hand, to change. You slip it on -- it fits perfectly -- and fix your hair a little in the mirror. You can’t help but let out a giddy giggle before you turn to the door again.

When you come back into the bedroom, Frankie is already stripped down to his boxers, sitting at the edge of the bed. He looks up at you and you swear you can see his cock jump from where you’re standing. He nearly falls back onto the bed when you walk out, muttering something that you can’t quite make out. He beckons you over to him, his hands immediately connecting to your hips and tracing your figure. “Amor… mírate…” he purrs, his voice low and lustful.

You let his hands wander over your body, barely clothed by the lacy white lingerie adorning your body. He cups your boobs over the delicate fabric, the buds growing under his touch and a chill running down your spine. 

“Frankie…” you moan, becoming putty in his palms.

He gently commands, “Lay on the bed for me. I need to taste you.”

You obey, switching positions with him as he stands and you crawl towards the head of the bed. You lounge there, knees spread as he crawls between your legs. His fiery touch like fireworks against your soft skin. He rubs the outsides of your thighs planting kisses leading up towards your middle, already soaking your brand new outfit. 

He sees the wet spot there and kisses your core over the cloth, desperate to taste you. You moan at the softness, “Please, Frankie…”

He slowly… very, very slowly drags your panties off, reveling in the way you shiver when your wet heat meets the cold air of the room. “Good god…” he whispers, seeing the way you glisten in the dim light of the room. “So fucking wet…”

“Mhm…” you whimper, desperate to feel any part of him finally touch you.

Fighting every urge to dive straight in, he kisses the crease where your legs and hips meet… the lowest part of your belly right above your pussy… and each lip as you chase his mouth, desperately seeking him where you want him most.

He looks up at you, eyes completely black from lust, “Gonna let me treat you like a princess, hm? Be so good for me?”

You bite your lip at how hot he looks, inches from your middle and hair ever so slightly messy from taking off his clothes, waiting for you to answer him before he dives in. “Yes, so good for you, baby… need you so bad,” you whine and nod.

He keeps his eyes trained on yours as he lowers down, tongue sticking out as he licks a devastatingly slow and warm stripe up your center, drinking in all of you waiting for him. You throw your head back, eyes rolling as you moan and squirm under him. He starts slow, savoring every jolt and shiver and roll of your hips while his tongue dances in your folds.

“Yes, Frankie… feels so fucking good…” you cry. Your body subconsciously chases him, your thighs gently clamping his head as you grind on his tongue. Every rut up against his face makes him press into you harder and his tongue laps up every drop of you. 

You gain the strength to look down at him again and he looks like he’s drowning, face completely buried within you, eyes closed and enjoying every second that he’s trapped between your legs. The sight of his hips gently and mindlessly driving himself into the mattress sends a flood of wetness through you and you flutter beneath his tongue. He feels it and moans against you, the vibration immediately sending another wave down there.

He pulls off for a short breath, “Fuck yes, baby… Such a good girl…”

You whimper at his praise and he gradually picks up speed, switching between broad, flattened strokes up your heat and focusing on your clit. His tongue draws pointed circles there and it sends electricity through your veins. You whine and writhe and moan as he eats you like a man starved, drinks you like he’s been stuck in a desert and you’re his oasis.

He moves down a little, focusing his mouth at your entrance. His nose is nestles perfectly against your clit as his tongue darts out into you, fucking you gently and moving his face side to side. “Oh my god, Frankie… yes, just like that…”

“Tastes so sweet, hermosa… fuck, you’re so gorgeous…” he moans into you. He feels you coming more and more undone on his mouth as you fight a losing battle to stay still underneath him. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open but still letting you squeeze his face tight. He feels you get closer and closer but he slowly pulls off. You whine in protest looking at him with the most pitiful doe eyes he’s ever seen.

“Flip over,” he gently orders and you obey, turning and switching your weight to your knees and forearms. He grabs your waist and pulls you a little closer before his mouth is back on you, licking you from front to back and groaning into you. This angle makes it easier for his tongue to fuck into you, moving in and out and driving you fucking crazy. His hand snakes around your waist, fingers landing directly on your clit and drawing careful circles.

You fall closer to the bed still resting on your arms but relying on the strength of your shoulders to keep you from fully collapsing. “Oh my fucking god… right there, baby… please dont stop…” you beg.

“Gonna come for me, princess?... That’s it, all over my face, baby… Want it all…”

You back yourself up into his face without even realizing it, feeling the build up deep in your belly. You clench around his tongue and he moans, the vibration hurdling you closer and closer to your orgasm. “Yes, baby… fuck, I’m gonna come… right there… yes…”

“Let it go baby, let me feel you…” he says before picking up his unrelenting and intoxicating speed. All at once, it washes over you and you fully collapse onto the bed, back arching while you twitch and grind his face. He doesn’t let up, letting you ride out every last wave as he devours you until you pull away from him on the verge of overstimulation.

He leans back and wipes his completely drenched mustache and beard with the back of his hand. He looks breathless and blissful, but not as blissful as you, trying to get some strength back into your arms to hold yourself up, but Frankie puts his hand on your back pushing you down and grabs your legs to lay you completely flat. His giant hand rubs up your back, then he kisses a line down your spine feeling the goosebumps raise on your skin. “So good, princess. Such a good girl.” You whine at his praise again. “You like being my good girl, huh? Taking my tongue like that, doing just what I told you to do.”

You muster a weak, “Yes, Frankie… love it s’much…”

He cups your ass in his hands, “Wanna feel me all up in your belly now, baby?”

You can’t even answer him in words this time and pathetically whimper the equivalent of, Yes, please fill me up.

He rips off his boxers and grabs his cock, rock solid and already dripping, and he lines himself up with you, coating himself in the slick he didn’t drink up already and notches the fat tip at your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby… Gonna fit it all in there… so deep, huh?” He pushes the tip in as slow as he can before it slips in and you gasp at the feeling. He pushes in, inch by inch filling you up so perfectly… so fully… as you gasp and huff to catch your breath.

A rumbling groan erupts from his chest, “Fuuuuuck… my fucking god, baby…” You feel his cock twitching on you already when he bottoms out and tries to ground himself before he loses it too soon. 

He leans down on top of you, arms on either side of your own and grabbing your hands in his. “So soft and warm, mi amor…” he purrs in your ear. “Your pussy was made for me baby…” 

He kisses your shoulder as he slowly inches out and you whine at the loss before he quickly pushes back in, sitting up and grabbing your hips. He picks you up a little, getting the angle just right where he knows he’ll hit that spongy little spot that makes you see stars. His cock curls perfectly into it making you whine at every thrust, more and more slick spilling out of you every time.

You can’t even speak anymore. He already has you in a puddle of whimpers and whines, the only thing on your brain is how fucking deep he is in your belly.

“God, you look so pretty taking my cock, princess,” he says, drilling into you with his relentless speed. You feel a build up deep inside as he hits and hits and hits that one spot, your entire body going weak and limp as he builds you up. Your hand reaches around to find his at your hip and you squeeze it, a silent way of saying, Please don’t fucking stop. 

“You like that baby? You gonna come again all over my cock?” he teases, never letting up and fucking deeper into you.

“yesbabyyes’msoclosefrankie” you babble, completely cock drunk and putty underneath him. He keeps going, egging you on and twitching inside of you. 

“Yeah, baby… taking it so fucking deep… So good for me huh?... Who’s my good girl?”

It’s that last bit that has you clawing at the sheets and coming undone again underneath him in a mess of whines and moans and sobs. Your senses blur, your vision foggy and ears ringing with pleasure. It’s impossible to tell how loud you are right now, the only thoughts running through your brain are how to stay conscious while Frankie fucks you within an inch of your life. He holds your hips steady as you clench impossibly tight around him, fucking you up to the hilt and dragging himself along your spasming walls. He stills and his cock jumps again, this time he leans down again on top of you breathing heavily and fighting every single muscle in his body telling him to keep going.

“Fuck baby… that’s it, come back to me… so fucking gorgeous…” he rests above you, not moving for a minute and letting himself sit in your heat, harder than a fucking diamond inside of you.

Finally, he sits up again. “Love… you got one more for me, hm? Come on, you can do it…” he insists, rubbing up and down your back as you slowly come back down to earth.

“C’mon, princess, turn over one more time for me… Wanna see those pretty eyes and pretty lips…” he begs as he helps you move under him. “Oh, amor…” 

Your face is a fucked out wreck, eyes half shut, makeup slightly smeared, and tiny tear marks decorating beneath your eyes. He leans down and sprinkles gentle kisses all over your face before settling at your lips, his tongue intruding your welcoming mouth as he kisses you deep. He presses his forehead to yours, “Gonna give me one more, baby… Be my good girl and give me one more, okay?” he whispers.

You nod weakly at him, hands coming up to rub his sides as he trails kisses down your face, your neck, and your chest, drawing one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before sitting up to realign himself with you. “Ready?”

You nod, desperation plastered across your face as he lines himself up and pushes in. He watches as your jaw goes slack, eyes closed and brows furrowed at his reentry, a small sob escaping from your chest. He watches your face as he pushes all the way in and drags back out, slowly at first until he sets a comfortable pace. An uncontrollable chorus of desperate whines from you fill the air. He drapes your legs over his arms holding you in place because he knows you can’t keep them steady anymore. 

“So fucking good baby… you’re so perfect… feel so good…” he babbles as he fucks you, sprinkling kisses all over your legs. He lets them down and lays on you, impossibly deep in your belly as he cups your face with one hand and holds your own with the other. He kisses you feverishly as he reaches places in you with his cock that only he could ever possibly hit.

His sounds and touches make one more pool of arousal drip in your stomach, slowly but surely building up inside of you. His breathing gets harder and faster, his hips just starting to falter a bit. He lifts up from your lips and looks at your eyes, closed from the positively blinding pleasure you feel.

“Look at me baby… open those eyes for me… That’s it, love, look at me when I fuck you.”

You lock eyes with him. Even this close, you can’t tell where his pupils end and iris begins. You drink in all of his beautiful features, his face starting to look just as fucked out as yours has been. “So beautiful… I love you so much… You feel so fucking good…”

His babbling and inconsistent thrusts tell you he’s close. You use the last of your energy to answer him back instead of just pathetic sounds.

“You’re so sweet to me Frankie… fuck me so perfect…”

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you, hermosa?… My good little girl taking my cock…”

“Yes… ‘m yours baby, all yours…”

He grunts as his thrusts become completely sloppy now, fast and slow trying with every fiber of his being to keep it together but he’s almost at his limit. You feel him twitching hard now, hurdling you closer and closer faster than you thought you would as your walls flutter around him.

“I feel you baby… you getting close for me? Gonna come with me?”

“Yes, baby… wanna come with you… feels so good…”

“That’s it baby…” he chases his high, never once looking away from your face. “Look at me, baby… wanna watch you come on my cock…”

Each pound into you sends electricity up your spine. Frankie takes his hand from yours and drops it down to your clit, using his thumb to trace messy but firm circles on the little bundle of nerves. You screw your eyes shut, almost completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Gonna make you mine, amor… Look at me baby… ‘M gonna put a pretty little ring on that finger someday… you want that? You wanna be mine?”

Your mouth hangs open in a stupor. “Yes, baby, yes… wanna be all yours…”

His jaw goes slack too, huffing and grunting with every thrust. “Fuck yes, baby… fuck ‘m close… look at me when you come, baby… give it to me…”

You lock eyes with him and let the coil in your belly come undone, convulsing at his touch and choking his cock impossibly tight. He lets out an animalistic groan at you and it’s only seconds before he’s painting your walls with his cum, bottoming out and staying there as he jolts inside of you. Filling you up with more and more of him as his sticky spend leaks out of you around him. He buries his head into your neck and whines as he empties himself completely into you, all but crushing you with his weight while his hot panting breath dances across your body.

You both lay there twitching from the aftershocks and desperately try to catch your breath. He lays there so long that he’s mostly soft when he finally brings himself to pull out of you, cum immediately leaking out of you onto the towel that you didn’t even notice has been there the whole time, too blinded by everything else going on.

He watches the little show before he grabs the end of the towel to clean you up some, tossing it to the side and collapsing on his back next to you. You curl into his side tracing up and down his torso as you sigh, “Good god, Frankie…”

He chuckles and brings his hand down to stroke your hair. The two of you stay there for a little while more, basking in the afterglow and warmth of each other. Eventually, Frankie gently asks, “You wanna go rest in the bath a little?” and plants a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mmm…” you hum. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He carefully rises to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to run the water. Suddenly, you remember something he said and call out to him. “Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What was that bit about the ring, again?”

“Shit--” you hear him curse. He comes back out to you with a slight urgency in his walk and kisses you… long… When he pulls away, he brings his hand up to your chin and whispers, “You never heard a thing,” planting a cute peck on the lips while you laugh at him before disappearing back into the bathroom.

a/n : ngl this one got away from me and i was not expecting it to be this long, but im not surprised bc im so down bad for frankie... (i also may or may not have already thought of a fluffy little sequel of sorts for this one bc im too insane about him...) anyway, happy valentine's day everyone, hope you enjoyed !! 🫶💜

[thechaoticdruid]

[Eat Your Heart!]

(This Bites: Valentines Day special)

Pairing: Astarion x F! Chubby MC

Plot: Winnie hates Valentines Day, having never been able to celebrate it with a lover before, but now that she has Astarion perhaps it'll change?

C/W: Suggestive themes, Sexual humor, random bigoted asshole encounter, fluffy goodness.

This Bites Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four,

Winnie turned on the television and internally groaned as she noticed a commercial come on. It was one advertising chocolates for her least favorite holiday. Valentine’s Day. Or as Winnie liked to call it Singles Awareness Day.

“God, I hate couples.” Winnie huffed a bit, glaring at the man and woman on the screen, sharing chocolates. How dare they shove their happiness in her face! 

“Meow!” Maddie hopped up onto the bed and took her place on Winnie’s lap, gently headbutting her ribs. 

“You get me, don't you baby?” Winnie asked as she looked down at the raven-haired feline, running a hand over her little head.

“Murp!” The cat made a strange little noise in response before leaning her head into Winnie’s hand and purring.  Winnie smiled softly and rubbed the cat's head before looking over at her phone. Mom and Brian were out of town, apparently going on a romantic trip for Valentine's Day which was tomorrow. 

Stupid candy heart holiday!

Winnie looked over posts online to see what everyone was doing. Her old friends from highschool were all happy and celebrating with their spouses the selfish pricks. How dare they be happy goddamnit! Winnie huffed before noticing Becca from work had posted an update about how she was going out with some girl she met at a con tomorrow and how excited she was about it.

No Becca! Not you too!

Winnie groaned and fell back on her bed. Maddie tilted her head curiously before hopping up on Winnie’s chest and sniffing at her face. 

“Ughhh…. I need some ice cream.” The brunette-haired female picked the cat up before setting her on the side of the bed and getting up.  Winnie walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer, getting a small container of chocolate ice cream out before closing the door to the fridge. She grabbed a spoon before heading back to the bedroom. 

Winnie sat back down on her bed, trying to turn the television on something more interesting to watch as the window to her bedroom suddenly opened. Winnie nearly dropped her spoon as the silver haired vampire elf crawled inside her home. 

“J-Jesus!” Winnie cursed, “for fucks sake Astarion! No one is home but me. You can use a door!” 

“I suppose I've developed a habit of coming in this way.” He said with a little giggle at the end. Astarion had something in his hand as he shut the window behind him. A little bit of blood ran down the corner of his mouth. He'd just been out hunting and was able to drain a plethora of raccoons, possums and even a large deer to boot.   Maddie’s tail shot up and curled into a hook shape as she padded over towards Astarion, immediately rubbing against his legs with a pur. 

“Oh, hello darling,” Astarion smiled and reached down to pet the cat. “I brought you something.”

Winnie’s eyes widened in complete horror as she noticed there was a bird in his hand. A small lifeless looking bird.  He held it out to Maddie who immediately sniffed it before prodding it with her paw.  

“Astarion! You can't just bring dead animals to my cat!” Winnie freaked out, setting her snack to the side before grabbing some tissues from her table. She scooped the bird up into them.

“It's not-” Astarion tried to cut in, but Winnie opened the window, and the bird suddenly sprang to life, pecking her hand before flying out the window.  

“Fuck!” Winnie cursed.

“Oh, now look at what you've done. You've ruined my gift to our precious little pet.” 

“She's MY pet and I don't want her killing birds in the house!” Winnie hissed before rubbing her hand where she'd been pecked. 

God, I hope that thing didn't have a disease….

Winnie sighed and closed the window before getting back onto her bed and sitting. Astarion pouted before sitting on the bed next to her.

“You're awfully snappy this evening.” 

Winnie sighed, “sorry. It's this damn holiday. It always rubs me the wrong way.”  Winnie said, grabbing her ice cream and spooning some into her mouth. 

“What holiday, love?” He asked, sprawling out over the bed and laying his head on her thigh. 

“Oh right, you don't know. It's Valentine's Day. Uh…It's a holiday celebrating romance and candy people really like to sell candy on it.” Winnie said, “people usually give their lovers gifts like chocolate and flowers on it.” 

“Oh, that sounds positively dreadful!” Astarion said sarcastically.

“It is if you've been single all your life and people are rubbing their happiness in your face!” Winnie exclaimed. “I hate it.” 

“Darling, you have me now, remember? And I would be happy to join in on any romantic festivities…as long as it's with you.” Astarion smiled softly, looking up at Winnie with soft round puppy-like eyes. Winnie blushed and bit and cleared her throat.

“I-I guess I didn't think about that…I've just been single for as long as I can remember." Winnie set her ice cream to the side table.  

“Of course I haven't been able to enjoy chocolate for the past two centuries, but I'm sure you'll think of something else for us to enjoy.” Astarion smiled and laid across Winnie’s lap. Since the brunette-haired woman had begun dating courting him the two of them got a bit more comfortable with one another.  Snuggles and hugs were pretty casual now, but they still tended to catch Winnie off guard. She enjoyed them, but it still felt so weird for a man to be so affectionate with her. 

Winnie’s brother was raised the old fashion way, taught to be tough and stoic and that hugging was for sissies so needless to say he wasn't very cuddly. Her biological father wasn't the type of person you wanted touching you.  And Brian pfft…As if she'd ever hug Brian! The fucking prick.

So really, she'd only known affection from other women. And it was all platonic. This just felt so weird. It was nice, but weird. 

“Well, Valentine's Day isn't until tomorrow, but we can go out tomorrow night and do something then?” Winnie suggested.

“Sounds lovely.” Astarion hummed.

“Still, it's too bad you can't actually taste normal food. I would have gotten you a bunch of candy hearts.” Winnie smiled, leaning back a little as she experimentally ran her fingers through his soft white locks. 

“The only heart I'd find myself wanting to eat would be yours I'm afraid.” Astarion joked with a mischievous chuckle, leaning up and laying his head on Winnie’s large pillowy chest as he snuggled against her. 

“The way it speeds up just for me is so…. mouthwatering.” He purred, nuzzling against Winnie. 

“I kinda need my heart you know…” Winnie huffed with a pout.

“Just teasing, my dear.” Astarion hummed, eyes closed as he listened to the comforting sound of her heartbeat, his arms wrapped around her plush waist as he cuddled on top of her. She honestly felt so soft and cushy to the vampire.  Winnie blushed a bit, leaning back with a yawn as she ran her fingers through the vampire’s curls. 

“You just gonna sleep on me tonight?” 

“Perhaps…” 

Winnie giggled slightly, “Okay…” 

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The next day Winnie went to work as normal, leaving an Astarion alone at the house with the instructions to NOT get into any trouble. Which for most of the part he didn't. He mostly laid around, played with Maddie, hate-watched some gods awful vampire TV series, placed one of the dog’s ‘surprises’ into Brian's shoes and took a long relaxing bubble bath while using one of Winnie’s mother's facemasks. 

Winnie on the other hand spent the day stocking shelves and cleaning floors at the CornerStore. 

She had to deal with some middle aged lady who repeatedly kept asking where they kept their grills despite the fact that Winnie tried to calmly explain that they did not sell grills at the store and that she should try the Superstore across town.

It was honestly one huge stressful mess and eventually Becca had to come over and ask the woman to leave when she noticed the lady raising her voice at Winnie.

After the workday ended Winnie headed back home on her motorcycle. She had to keep her mind from wandering off to tonight's events, but it was hard! Winnie was filled with both anxiety and excitement at the prospect of being able to spend this Valentine's Day with a romantic companion.

Eventually she made it back and parked in the empty driveway of her home. The neighborhood was mostly quiet aside from the distant sounds of dogs barking and children shouting from their yards. The sun was slowly setting and soon Astarion would be able to leave the house with her. She entered her home, stretching out her arms before walking towards her room.

“Astarion, I'm home.” She called.

“Welcome back, my love.” The vampire greeted, a book in hand as he laid on her bed, wearing a black tank and grey shorts.  Winnie blinked as she noticed the book in his hands, his fingers obscured the cover, but she had a bad feeling she knew what book that was. 

“Uh…What are you reading?” Winnie asked. 

“I never pegged you to be into such scandalous literature. It appears my sweet innocent little Winnie isn't so innocent after all.” Astarion purred. Winnie quickly went over and tried to grab the book from him, her face burning bright red with embarrassment. 

“Give that here!” She shouted, but Astarion immediately got off the bed and held the book up high and out of reach. Winnie was able to see it had been a graphic novel, an erotic BL manga that she'd gotten as a gift back in her senior year of high school from one of the nerdy girls she used to be friends with.  She had only read it once…. Okay maybe twice, but that was it!

“Tut tut, you didn't ask nicely. Naughty girl. ~” 

Winnie growled in frustration.

“Give it back Astarion!” She hissed before trying to grab hold of his arm and pull it down so she could grab the book. However, she had absolutely no luck.

Do…. I suddenly have noodle arms or is he suddenly much stronger!? 

Astarion was snickering, a wide shit eating grin on his face as he kept the book out of his darling’s reach. Eventually however the two of them tumbled back onto the bed in the scuffle, Winnie grunted as she fell on top of him.  Winnie grunted and Astarion then tossed the book to the side before rolling over on top.

“Hey!” Winnie whined, “get off!” 

“Ask a bit nicer and I may consider it, sweetheart.” 

Winnie glared at him, cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and a little bit of something else as he pinned her to the bed.

“Fine…. Please…Let me up…” Winnie muttered. 

“Good girl. ~” The elf said cheekily, planting a quick peck on the female’s face. Astarion rolled over and got off of Winnie, allowing her up.

“You know, I'm only teasing about the book. I really don't care about what little fantasies get you going, darling.” He giggled before tossing the novel back at her.  

“You don't need to be an ass about it.” Winnie muttered before taking the manga and putting it away (this time somewhere different).

“If it would make you feel better, I might be willing to indulge your fantasies one day. Once you're ready of course!” 

“I…. How would you…? NEVERMIND! The sun will be down soon! And I need to get ready….We need to get ready!” Winnie stated, her face looking all pink. 

“As you wish my sweet.” Astarion smiled before glancing over to the clothes he'd had been given. 

He decided to change into some pants while Winnie went into the bathroom with a bundle of her own clothing.  Astarion dressed before looking at the black hoodie Winnie normally had him wear. The white-haired vampire rolled his eyes at it before noticing Winnie’s own jacket hung up in the closet. It was a dark purple hoodie which radiated with her scent. Astarion grabbed hold of it before sliding it on. It didn't fit quite right. It was a bit loose around the chest and waist while almost being too short for him to wear, but he couldn't help but find comfort in the smell. Lavender and cherry blossoms. It made him feel at ease. 

Winnie came out of the bathroom a few minutes later dressed in a red blouse-like shirt with a heart shaped hole over the chest and black tights which hugged smugly around her thick thighs. She was running a brush through her hair as she looked over at him. “You know my hoodie doesn't fit you right?” 

“Gods forbid you let me wear anything with a little bit of color!” Astarion pouted. 

“I'm not saying you can't borrow it…It's just. I’ll buy you your own if you want one.” Winnie offered.

“No!” Astarion said quickly, “I-mean don't bother, you probably won't be able to find another one this comfortable!” The pale elf insisted. 

Winnie sighed, “Whatever. Let's just go…Oh wait…” Winnie looked around in her dresser before taking out a black beanie. She got on her tippy toes before placing it over his head and covering his elf ears. 

“You’re messing up my hair…Winnie…” Astarion complained and glared down at the short female.

“I always fix it for you, don't I?” Winnie shrugged before grasping Astarion's hair. “Come on! The sun's gone down!”  The two left, hopping onto Winnie's motorcycle and driving off. 

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Tall brightly lit lamp posts surrounded the archery range as the love birds paid their way in and rented a pair of bows before walking up to the ring. Winnie scrunched her nose as they passed another couple who absolutely reeked of booze. She'd noticed them arrive in some huge camo SUV with deer antlers mounted to the hood and an obnoxiously loud radio playing.

The archery targets were set up past the fence, all set up in a horizontal line and each one was moved further back than the one that came before. Winnie struggled to hold her bow correctly, grunting in frustration as the arrow would slide out of place.

“My sweet, let me help you.” Astarion said, carefully adjusting Winnie’s hands.  She took a deep breath before pulling the around back and shooting it. It fell right onto the ground almost immediately after being shot. 

“Ah! I suck at this!” Winnie huffed. 

“Well, you're still much better at it than Gale.” Astarion smiled a bit. 

“...Thanks….” Winnie said, not sure if being better than Gale was really that great a compliment.

“Try again, love.” Astarion said before moving to help Winnie. He stood close behind her, chest against her back as he positioned her hands, this time guiding them to pull back the bowstring. He had her pull it back as far as it would go before releasing it. The arrow shot across the range and hit the side of one of the targets.

“Whoa!” Winnie smiled, “I actually hit it!” Astarion adjusted her hands once again and helped her notch another arrow, this time hitting closer to the center of the target. 

“Okay! Okay! I'm going to try by myself this time!” She cheered. The elf watched her fondly. He found her giddiness positively adorable.

She pulled back the arrow before letting it go and it went about five feet before falling to the ground.

“Oh goddamnit!” Winnie swore, attracting the attention of onlookers. 

“You did better this time, darling. But perhaps you should take a break, hm?” Astarion suggested and patted her shoulder. 

“Yeah .... I guess so .... How about you shoot some?” Winnie asked. 

“I suppose I could.” Astarion hummed before planting a kiss on Winnie’s cheek. “But don't get upset when I upstage you.”

“No, by all means! Don't be afraid to show off!” Winnie smiled at him. Astarion smirked before taking the bow and notching an arrow. He pulled it all the way before letting it go and immediately hitting a bullseye on his first try.

A make-up-caked woman with short red hair and ruby red lipstick looked over from where she stood next to a tall beefy man in a leather vest, her eyes wide with amazement.  

Winnie clapped, a grin forming on her lips.

“Keep going Star! That was awesome!” She cheered.

Astarion shot another arrow at the next target immediately hitting another bullseye. Most of the targets he'd been used to usually moved so this was honestly way too easy.  Winnie followed Astarion as he hit the targets one after another each with a flawless technique.  

And he even shot one backwards.

Okay I said you could show off, but this is a little much….

“Astarion-” Winnie began before suddenly the red headed lady marched over and pushed her out of the way. 

“That was amazing! Where did you learn how to do that?” She asked, eyes leering over Astarion now that the woman was able to get a better look at him.  

“It’s all instinct really.” The elf replied with a smug, confident look. He appeared to be eating up the praise.

“It's very impressive. You must be very strong.~” She purred, moving to stand closer before placing a hand on his arm, feeling it up. Astarion grimaced and looked at the woman with a flash of disgust.  Winnie glared over at the woman with annoyance. 

Seriously? This is the second time some floozy thinks it's okay to invade Star’s personal space! 

“Look lady, he doesn't like people being all touch-” Winnie was about to try to run the woman off before suddenly the man she'd previously been with stomped over towards the three.

“HEY! Get the hell away from MY wife!” He snapped. 

“Apologies, it seems your lady has had a little too much to drink.” Astarion said, removing the woman's hand from his shoulder as if she was carrying some kind of disease. 

“Are you saying she's not good enough for you!? What are you gay!?” The man pushed through, he reeked of alcohol just as much as his wife did it seemed. Winnie furrowed her brows at the man's ridiculousness. He clearly just wanted any reason to fight. Astarion seemed a bit confused at his question.

“Not at the moment. Nothing really to be cheerful about currently.” 

“You being smart with me, pretty boy?!” The man shouted. Astarion was trying to remain civil for Winnie’s sake but the bastard was really trying his patience. Astarion wasn't permitted to have a knife, Winnie made sure of it but the vampire spawn claws he'd grown while here definitely weren't for looks. Wouldn't be too hard to poke a hole in this cunt’s windpipe if he was quick. 

“No. Not at all.” Astarion replied, “I was simply answering your question.” Astarion had a fake smile on his face, but Winnie could see the irritation in his eyes. If this didn't resolve itself quickly someone was going to get hurt.

“You think you're real funny don't you, you fucking faggot!?” The man snarled. 

“You know I've been called a lot of things, but that…I've never heard of. Probably not a very intelligent insult by any means.” Astarion chuckled a bit, his smile turning more sinister. Fingers clenched as his claws prepared to strike. The bigoted drunkard seemed about ready to blow his top and start throwing punches.  The floozy wife just seemed to be giggling and enjoying the chaos, not even caring if someone got hurt.  Winnie had to act fast before this turned to bloodshed. Before anyone could say another word she grabbed her bow and an arrow before desperately aiming towards the parking lot. She pulled it as far as it would go, almost instinctively remembering how Astarion showed her earlier. 

The arrow flew across the range and hit the drunk couple’s SUV right in the headlights, almost immediately sounding the car alarm. 

“What?” The bigoted man tore his head away from Astarion before suddenly his wife shouted.

“Fuck! That's our car!” She took off running. 

“Goddamn it! Who's breaking into my baby!” The man yelled before running off. 

“Well, that was rather convenient.” Astarion said before Winnie grabbed his arm. 

“This was fun, but it's time to go!” Winnie said before dragging him off and abandoning the bows they'd rented at the range. It took a moment for Astarion to realize that Winnie had been the one to cause a distraction.

“This was your doing? You sneaky little devil! I'm so proud, my love!” 

“Yeah yeah whatever now let's get out of here before we get arrested!” Winnie pressed, dragging the giggling elf with her back to her motorcycle. 

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“I hate that some assholes had to ruin our Valentine's Day. God, I swear nothing good ever comes from this holiday.” Winnie huffed as she sat down on a blanket.  Her and Astarion had made a little picnic on a hill out in the woods not too far from Winnie’s home. Winnie had gotten the idea of trying to head somewhere more private when she'd stopped at a rest stop on their way after the fiasco at the archery range. 

“I wouldn't say that. You and I still get to spend plenty of alone time together.” Astarion said and scooted closer towards her.  Winnie looked up at the sky. 

“I suppose you're right about that. Brian and mom won't be back for a couple of days…” Winnie scooted a bit closer towards Astarion and leaned against him. 

“I…Uh…I have something for you…. Winnie…” Astarion looked off to the side before taking something out of his pocket. 

It was a small box of heart shaped chocolates. 

“I'd still much rather sink my teeth into a different heart, but I'd imagine you'd prefer this.” 

“Astarion…This is so sweet….Thank you….” Winnie took the box and nibbles on one of the chocolates, a smile stretched across her face from ear to ear. Astarion simply snuggled against her, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“When did you even buy ... .? Wait a moment…You stole these didn't you?” 

“Ah….I may have done that….Yes…ah ha ha…” 

Winnie let out a long sigh.

“What am I going to do with you?” She rolled her eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaned in, nuzzling her nose against his. Astarion smiled and nuzzled back, the two pressing their foreheads together.

“Just hold me…” He whispered.

The two love birds were completely unaware as a figure watched them from far away. The figure was slender and corpse-like. 

“Thou doth not know what thy actions will bring. It is only a matter of time.” The figure's echo of a voice rang out. 

End.

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[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Where the Bears Are (TV Series) S7/E17 'Valentine's Day Special' (2018) - Tim Hooper

[littlelioncub43]

Eddie's Valentine's Day gift to you is a bottle of liquor he nicked. You spend the night drinking, dancing like idiots, and making out in the sloppiest, messiest way imaginable.

Honestly. Yes. Accurate and fun.

You guys were having a fucking blast. The music was softly playing on his stereo, the joint you two decided to share was left put out in the ashtray on his dresser, half empty cups of the totally-not-stolen whiskey abandoned next to it.

The ruins of the drinking game Eddie made up lie on the floor, you two were definitely drunk, the intoxicating burn of the alcohol mixed perfectly with the love and need that radiated off the two of you. Tangled limbs clustered on his messy bed while you went at each other like animals. Your lips were nearly inseparable, you were certain that there was nothing on earth that could tear you away from Eddie Munson.

Well, maybe the need to breathe.

"Jesus Christ," you gasp, staring up at the ceiling as your chest heaves, the skirt of your dress bunching at your waist as you wrap your legs around your boyfriend. Eddie hovers above you to mouth along the slope of your neck, groaning as he leaves deep lovebites for you to admire later. "Oh fuck, Eddie."

"Christ," he curses before rasping in your ear, his hips rutting into yours desperately, too worked up to take any clothes off, "sounds so fucking hot when you say my name, Princess, do it again for me, please?"

"Eddie, fuck, fuck, Eddie," you moan into the small bedroom, your hips moving in tandem with his own perfectly. Eddie's eyes roll back as you both hump against each other frantically, his hands trembling before clutching your flesh tighter than before. A rough grunt rumbles in his chest then he's attacking your mouth with his own once more.

The sound of your shared moans and sighs was music to his ears, the way the mattress squeaked with each sloppy movement of your bodies accented with your soft whimpers sends mind-numbing pleasure shooting through him. Your hands find purchase in his hair, holding on as you work each other closer and closer to your highs.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the "Munson Magic" as Eddie loves to call it (embarrassing, I know), but everything feels much more intense. Sure, you've dry humped before, but it was never this desperate, needy, animalistic. It was glorious.

"Princess, please tell me you're close," he whimpers breathlessly into your open mouth, his voice sounding just as wrecked as you feel. Eddie was barely hanging on, his self-restraint was starting to wane and the grip he has on your hips was starting to ache in his joints.

"So close, Eddie, little more, f-fuck, please." You moan.

"What do you need?" He mumbles, his blurry eyes focusing on you, still rutting against you.

"You, need you inside me," you're not even done with your sentence before Eddie is lifting off you to undo his belt and jeans as fast as he could.

"Fucking, son of a—" he curses as he struggles with shaky hands to free himself of his pants. Finally, he's got his pants low around his thighs before he's lunging at you, folding your knees to your chest to expose more of your dripping pussy to him, and pulling your panties to the side. He sinks into you as quickly as he can without hurting you too much, feeding inch after inch into your soaked cunt.

"O-Oh! Oh my god! Fuck!" You scream, your back arching as the delicious burn sears through your nerves, your legs trembling, the stretch being just what you needed to push you over the edge. "Eddie! Eddie! Fuck!"

"Ooooh! Oh fuck! Yes!" Eddie bellows with you, the tight, wet heat of your pussy as you cum was too much for him to take. He finishes with harsh, heavy, jerky thrusts; rope after rope of his spend flooding you while he curls over you. You both ride the delirious pleasure out for as long as possible, moaning your bliss to each other with raw voices. Eddie relaxes into you fully, easing your legs down from their position to rest around his waist with gentle yet unsteady hands.

You can feel the soft kisses he leaves along your jaw, the sweat that soaks the space between his shoulder blades, dampening the Hellfire t-shirt he wears religiously, the massive mess of your combined cum that coats your thighs and definitely ruined your panties. Eddie draws you into another kiss, this kiss singed with the remnants of your passionate moment, as you stroke his shoulders, soothing his racing heart with your own trembling touches.

"I love you so much, Princess" he whispers while he cradles you underneath him, trying his best to keep you hidden and safe from the world. "Never felt like this before, never loved anyone like this before, just you."

"I love you too," you promise tenderly, pulling his as close as possible. "Love you so much, Eds." More kisses rain down on you, your bodies spent and tired and wanting nothing more than to rest together. It was safe to say that this was so far, Eddie's favorite Valentine's Day.

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[donutz]

Bubba Bubbaphant x reader Valentine's Day special[8♡8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

What did they do in the morning on Valentines?

— He woke up at his usual time

— Not worrying about anything

— Not uhh.. Thinking about his gifts..

— Definitely! There's nothing to worry about!

— Nothing… To.. Worry About..

—...

— THERE IS A LOT TO WORRY ABOUT.

— ARE THEY PERFECT? MAYBE HE SHOULDN'T HAVE WENT TO SLEEP AT THE USUAL TIME

— WILL YOU LIKE THE GIFTS? HE THINKS SO!!!

— Basically he was hurriedly checking all of his gifts, hoping you'd wake up after he was done

— He went over your favorite things in his mind, making sure it was perfect.

— He can’t just give you unreasonable gifts! They need to make sense! And you need to like them!

— He was panicking, just a little!^_^

What did they do for you?

— Was the gentleman of the week

— Opened the door for you(he always does that), gave you a rose everyday, was extra loving, pulling out the chair for you

— Y’know, gentlemanly things

— It was funny seeing how proud he was of himself

— He shared facts about Valentine's Day to you

— He wanted to be a little nerd that day

What did they get you?

— A pretty blue themed bouquet

— A card..

— Uhm.. That’s what you’re supposed to give somebody right??

— On Valentine’s Day??

— RIGHT???

What did you give them?

— A pair of glasses, his vision is pretty bad

— A bouquet, along with a card that has many facts about different things that he can use whenever he wants to

— Lasagna.

— I would think that Bubba likes lasagna so you and Picky made that together to gift it to him

— If you’re an artistic person, that I’d recommend drawing him a picture of himself

— He’d love it and keep it inside a folder

— You didn’t give each other a lot of gifts, honestly he wasn’t even mad

— But a little bit of him was still sad(real??)

Did they do anything special? (Extra hugs, kisses, changing their routine etc.)

— He isn’t really good with physical affection

— But he tried to hug you more

— “Uhm.. Bubba, you alright?”

— While he’s visibly shaking just because he’s hugging you, it’s not because he’s hugging YOU but he’s just not used to it

— He can be alright with kisses though

— He’s good with quality time though, so he did actually hang out with you more!

— You told him you appreciate his efforts

— He smiled more brightly and scratched behind his head

— “... Really..?”

What activities did you both do?

— He attempted at studying Valentine’s Day(like facts) with you

— If you’re the type of person to not do that stuff.. PLEASE DO IT ANYWAYS

— MY BABY’S TRYING HIS BEST OKAY???

— Because you did, he was a lot more happier that he could let out his nerdy side

— Plus he could use those facts to share with the kids, and you could use those too!

— Actually! His tail was wagging when seeing you interested in the subject!

— Cutest thing you’ve (sneakily) ever seen

Did they seem brighter today?

— He seemed nervous and bright

— But he wasn’t feeling bright at all

— He was very bright when you were giving him his gifts though

— He loved them very much ^^

Anything new about their appearance?

— He actually wore a suit! Like the gentleman he is! With a little rose on the breast pocket

— If he had hair, he would try SO HARD to slick it back(I headcanon he’s black as a human and has very uncooperative hair)

— He was shaking, a little though, it was kind of subtle

— Lowkey was tapping his feet, waiting for you

How many times did they say I love you?

— When he gave you your gifts

— That’s all. He was really nervous to say it at all, it feels too… Intimate…

— But regardless, he does love you! So don’t doubt it one bit

Did they ask to be your Valentines, or did they ask if you could be their Valentines? There’s a difference!

— He asked if you could be his Valentine’s, the ‘right’ way!

— You wouldn’t even mind if he said it the other way around, you can visibly see how anxious he was even asking

— Of course you said yes, you also gave him a smooch on his cheek

— He might have started happily jumping from that

— Don’t mind him it’s how he is

What did they do the night before Valentine's Day?

— He was fine

— He completely forgot about his gifts, kind of

— He was about to go to sleep, then..

— OH MY GOD. YOUR GIFTS!!!

— He panicked and rushed over to them, seeing if anything was wrong, or if he should gift you anything else other than a bouquet with a card

— He actually woke up Hoppy because of his panicking

Were they shy asking to be your Valentines or when they asked if you could be their Valentines?

— He was anxious, but not shy, or confident

— He wasn’t blushing or anything, he was actually just very nervous

— Was very happy that you accepted his ask(because it isn't a request), I’ve said that already but I wanna say it again!!

Did they add anything extra to their areas(their little homes)? Or their activities?

— Over the days he remembered Valentine’s decorating was a thing, and wanted to do it

— But was too caught up on your gifts and just thinking about other things

— One time he did decorate, but that lasted a short amount of time

— He got easily distracted by something else(possibly real)

What did they do when it was time to sleep?

— He doesn’t honk shoo, I mean maybe a little.. But he doesn’t snore too loud or too much

— He did sleep though, forgetting about the fact tomorrow was Valentine’s Day

A/N|| I can't believe I'm still doing these, it's been almost 2 full weeks since Valentine's💀

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Valentine's Day Special 2023

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Occurs out of main storyline! This is just a special! 

           “I am so excited!” Enid was nearly jumping around for joy. “Ajax asked me out on a date for Valentine’s Day!”

            “That’s so cute,” said (Y/N), smiling. “What are you guys going to do?”

            “We’re going to go into town and get coffee. I’m hoping he’ll bring me chocolate,” said Enid dreamily.

            “You’re lucky werewolves aren’t allergic to chocolate,” remarked (Y/N).

            “I know, right? It’s so good,” sighed Enid. She perked up and looked at (Y/N). “Do you have any plans?”

            (Y/N) shook their head and shrugged. “Nope! Probably going to sit around and write sappy poetry since I am not immune to the atmosphere. Might hand out some chocolate to people.”

            Enid grinned. “You’ll find someone eventually.” She looked at Wednesday. “What about you, Wednesday?”

            “Valentine’s Day is a silly holiday created to promote consumerism instead of passion,” said Wednesday as she worked on her novel.

            “I get that. I only buy the chocolate because sometimes the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach,” said (Y/N).

            Wednesday paused and turned around in her chair. “My parents are even more insufferably annoying on Valentine’s Day, so the execution is just as annoying as the consumerism.”

            (Y/N) smiled as their mind translated Wednesday’s words: My parents like to celebrate their love on Valentine’s Day and love each other very much, and I find it sappy. “I’m guessing you don’t have plans, then.”

            “No,” replied Wednesday.

            “Great! You two can keep each other company, then,” said Enid, smiling.

            Wednesday and (Y/N) grew quiet. The reaper turned nervous. “Oh, I’m sure that Wednesday has better stuff to do then hand out chocolate.”

            “I let myself hand out fudge to tourists,” said Wednesday. “This isn’t much of a step down.” She made eye contact with (Y/N). “Just as long as I don’t have to act…sappy.”

            (Y/N) acted offended. “I would never force you to torture yourself like that.”

            “Good. It wouldn’t even be the fun kind of torture.”

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            “How do I look?” said Enid excitedly. She was wearing sheer white tights, a red skirt, and a pink sweater patterned with little red hearts. With a white jacket, she looked sweet and cozy for the frigid February air.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Five stars! You look so cute; Ajax better appreciate that.”

            “Thanks.” Enid smiled nervously. “Alright. I better get going. Wish me luck! Bye!”

            “Bye,” called (Y/N) as Enid left.

            “Ajax should be careful,” muttered Wednesday darkly. “I have several ways to punish him in mind if he hurts her.”

            (Y/N) grinned. “I knew you cared about Enid,” they said teasingly.

            Wednesday was silent and looked away, unable to deny it. “I guess your plans are in order.” She glanced at (Y/N)’s outfit. “You’re certainly dressed for the occasion.”

            (Y/N) smiled and spun around. They wore a black button down with red hearts on it, a red sweater vest overtop, and black slacks. Even their combat boots had heart beads on the laces.

            “Thanks!” They decided to take her words as a compliment. “And I have chocolate to give out.” They gestured to a large tote bag to the side. “Do you still want to go with me to hand them out?”

            “I already agreed, and I don’t go back on my word,” said Wednesday. That, and she didn’t mind spending time with (Y/N).

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            “Yoko!” called (Y/N). The vampire turned to them and smiled as they held out a package of chocolate. “Strawberry filling, your favorite.”

            Yoko smiled. “You know me well. Thanks.” She glanced at Wednesday questioningly but didn’t comment on her looming over (Y/N)’s shoulder.

            “No problem, Happy Valentine’s Day!” said (Y/N). They turned to Wednesday. “Alright, so that’s nearly everyone. I just need to find Xavier, Tyler, and Bianca.”

            “You’re giving chocolate to Bianca?” asked Wednesday, crossing her arms.

            “I know, I know, she can be, you know, mean, but I’m trying to do the right thing and be the better person,” said (Y/N).

            “I prefer being the worse person,” remarked Wednesday as they entered the Weathervane where Tyler was working and Xavier was (probably) avoiding Bianca.

            “Hey, Tyler, Xavier,” greeted (Y/N).

            “Hey” said Xavier, glancing between (Y/N) and Wednesday.

            “Hi, what are you guys up to on, uh, Valentine’s Day?” asked Tyler, an awkward smile on his face.

            They were acutely aware of how odd it was to see Wednesday with someone else on a holiday such as Valentine’s Day. Furthermore, they knew it wasn’t odd for Wednesday to be with (Y/N). What did they get putting together those pieces of information? (Y/N) is competition.

            “We’re just giving out chocolate to everyone,” said (Y/N), holding out packages to both Tyler and Xavier, who took them.

            “Oh, really? That’s nice of you,” said Tyler, his eyes only on Wednesday as he took it.

            “Yeah. Thanks,” said Xavier.

            “They seem to like being nice. I’m not sure why,” said Wednesday.

            “Well, do you want a coffee or something?” asked Tyler, trying to get her to stay.

            “I’m busy,” said Wednesday shortly. She turned towards the door and glanced at (Y/N). “Let’s go.”

            “Oh, okay.” (Y/N) smiled at Tyler and Xavier. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

            “Yeah, right. Happy Valentine’s Day…” muttered Xavier and Tyler sulkily.

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            “Alright, all that’s left is Bianca,” said (Y/N).

            “I will skip on her. Our rivalry would disturb your ‘Valentine’s Day Spirit,’ ” said Wednesday.

            “If you’re not going to come with me, then here.” (Y/N) reached into their bag and searched for a particular chocolate package. They pulled out a heart-shaped box that had been painted black. “It’s super dark chocolate. I thought you’d like the bitterness. I meant to save it for last, but if you want to leave now, then here you go.”

            Wednesday took the gift. She was surprised for several reasons (all of which she didn’t show, obviously). First, she hadn’t expected any gifts on an occasion such as Valentine’s Day—not even for friendship—because she was not friendly enough for something like that. Second, (Y/N) had anticipated Wednesday taste’s correctly and made sure she would actually enjoy the gift. Third, they took the time to paint the box so it would also be to Wednesday’s taste. She was surprised and…pleased. It was nice to have someone do something so…sweet for her.

            “Thank you,” said Wednesday.

            “It’s no problem, really,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            And yet they had put thought into it.

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            (Y/N) happily ate the chocolate they had saved for themself as they entered their dorm room. They had completed their task, and no one had been rude. Even Bianca had managed a polite “thank you.”

            “Hey, Wednesday, get any work on your novel done?” asked (Y/N) as they saw her leaning over her desk.

            “No,” said Wednesday simply. She stood and turned to (Y/N). “I…You may have poisoned me into following this Valentine’s Day…Friendship—” the word was clearly difficult for her to say, even as a quote “—Gift Giving thing.” She pulled from behind her back a cluster of thorny rose stems tied together with black ribbon. The flower buds lay in a decapitated heap on her desk. “This is what my mother does to her roses.”

            “I’m honored. Thank you,” said (Y/N), a little nervous, as they took. Their little crush on Wednesday made their heart flutter at getting a gift from her, even if it probably meant nothing more than Wednesday was attempting to be her version of friendly. It still made them happy. “This is…I won’t say sweet or kind, but you know what I mean.” They smiled softly.

            Unfortunately, Wednesday did know what they mean, and much to her chagrin, she didn’t mind giving (Y/N) a gift. It was…nice to see their face light up with a smile and see them happily take the rose stems as if they were the blooming flowers others so enjoyed.

            Wednesday really had been poisoned, hadn’t she?

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[papermint-airplane]

A Rogue Town Valentine's Day Special

Bonus:

Transcript under the cut

💘Happy Valentine's Day, Simblr! With love, Papermint-Airplane (Laura)💘

Roman: Stay right there. I have a surprise for you.

Aiden: It better not be your cock again…

Roman: For you, my little green Valentine.

Aiden: Pink roses! My favorite!

Aiden: They smell wonderful!

Roman: Yesssss, I'm glad you like them, hehehe.

Aiden: Say, you wouldn't happen to have an ulterior motive here, would you?

Roman: Of course not! What about my sly, horny little chuckle makes you think that?

Aiden: Think this is doing anything to the canon of our story?

Roman: Nah, what happens in the parallel universe stays in the parallel universe.

Aiden: Wh-where did our clothes go?!

Roman: Idk, man. It happens to me all the time.

[herzgeist-writes]

Hey darling, as previously said, this is my ask! Thank you very much 💜💜💜

🌺

It happened so quick that Miriam barely registered the whole thing: due to her reflexes now numb because of those delicious drinks and the conversation she was so immersed in, she found herself with her captain, who happens to be more than "simply" than her superior, into a closet.

She nibbles her bottom lip after hearing Shachi's teasing words and Penguin's childish chuckles, cursing them quietly. As if it's not enough, the noise of a locker can be heard within the ticking of the timer.

It's quite dark inside the closet, but she can tell Law is rolling his eyes in a pretty annoying way. Before he snarls, Miriam speaks up, breaking the ice between them.

"I bet they've been planning it for a while..." A soft chuckle escapes her lips for how the situation is unfolding, and for once, she doesn't want to let her fears take the upper hand.

If something...Miriam can always blame it on alcohol, no?

"In case you don't know the rules, two people get locked into a closet for seven minutes, allowing them to do what they want or nothing at all.

What happens in the closet stays in the closet."

She says, almost as to reassure him, trying to ignore how fast her heart is pounding or how warm she feels at the moment.

"But..." Miriam speaks again, not allowing Law to reply, not yet, "I don't think you want the others to think we are chickens, Law"

With that said, her right hand touches his left one, fingers grazing his warm skin, going up slowly, reaching his shoulder.

Her index taps the acromion of his scapula, using it as a reference, then slides her digits along his clavicle.

"So... let's think of a cover, 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛", Miriam whispers his title, a little smirk creeping on her face. She closes the gap between them, pressing her lips on his collarbone for a few seconds, enough for leaving the stain of her red lipstick. A little mark on his tattooed skin that clearly said 'Miriam was here'.

Instead of leaning back, for what the closet allows, she stays still, close to him, enough for Law's musk to intoxicate her nostrils and her warm breath to tickle his chest.

One Piece Dating Simulator - Law x fem!reader

Pairing: Law x Miri | Word count: 680 | Warnings: none

A/N: That is one hell of an answer my love! Get ready for an enarmored doctor, because you deserve it. Happy Valentines Day!

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

Nothing but curses fill his mind, thinking of a way to take revenge on his utterly foolish crew mates - he's tongue tied, entranced by the way you basically hit on him nonchalantly. Must be the alcohol.

Nonetheless, heat is what courses through his veins and a gasp gets stuck in his throat as he feels your cautious touches. Not to mention the sensation of your lips fluttering over his collarbone has left this resilient man occupied in brain fog.

Besides an audible gulp, Law manages to mutter: "That game is ridiculous, Miri-ya. It's nothing but bothersome and pointless." Little did he know, that his instincts are far ahead with this encounter and this ravishing lady infront of him, looking at him with half-lidded eyes and sheepishly curled lips - lips that look way too delectable in his opinion.

Though the darkness obstructs his vision, his hands find their way around your waist, so he groans: "This game is unnecessary." - "Says the man who just made himself comfortable with his pretty hands on my waist."

Oh, you just ignited something within him, for Law's demeanor takes an 180 degree rotation and a devious grin grows, answering you with a hint of snappy sarcasm in a low kept voice: "I'm just keeping our posture steady, that's all. I don't want you to trespass any further prohibited territory."

Law's gaze wanders over your face, which is enlightened by the soft glow beaming through the cracks of the closet door, taking note of your rather dominant stance. It is your pointing out your darker desires for him, the lipstick on his collarbone burning up like a brand mark.

"On the other hand . .", he doesn't finish his sentence, for he decided to pull a risky move on you on his behalf. His inked digits dig into your hips and lift you slightly off the ground, his leg now acting as seat between yours. Thus he purrs: "You're pushing your luck, tiny wannabe heartstealer."

Painstakingly slow, you feel his face inching towards yours, a smirk plastering on his expression as his eyes are dusted with high lecherous intent, you've piqued his interest now.

Time around you freezes, you feel taken aback, not fully comprehending and expecting such a counter from this arrogant doctor, thus you can't help but melt in his hands. Your breath hitches as you feel his heat radiating against your neck, for he tilted his head to the side to inspect your most vulnerable spot.

Brushing a fingertip along your throat, he lets out a satisfied chuckle: "Your little heart is bursting, I can feel it in the way your carotid artery is pulsating" tutting his tongue he mumbles "I can't let my future doctor to be get a cardiac arrest, can I now?"

With that, his lips notch onto your inviting looking neck, kissing your velvet skin as gently as his nerves can manage. To your notice, his advances are faintly hesitant and shaky, quivering even as one palm caresses your cheek, the other holding you in place, his leg still pinning you between yours.

The moment a sweet moan reaches his ears, he is standing still like a rock for a brief second. This sound lures him in and he pulls back to take a good look at you, as good as the poorly lit closet allows.

Before he can aim for your plump cherry like skin, knocks are to be heard on the other side of the closet door. Penguin yells: "Seven minutes are over guys!"

Oh no. Not like this. Law's face darkens with his trademark smirk, a hint of desire in those steel colored irises, his hand idling and ready to evoke his 'shambles' ability, as he whispers: "What happens in the closet, won't stay in the closet anymore", and swaps them away from the scene, leaving a confuddled Penguin behind.

Valentine's day sure took a turn . . to the better. The night is still young and the surgeon is eager to respond properly to your bold flirtations earlier.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

🤔💋 Is kissing the only way to do a genetic transfer?

You'll already know that through a kiss, Gallifreyans can initiate a genetic transfer to any species, utilising their saliva to share genetic information. But what you may not know is that while kissing is a lovely way of doing it, any bodily fluid will work.

(Let your mind run on that one for a minute.)

Gallifreyan Biology for Tuesday by GIL

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[c1nnad0ll]

What do you think the blooming panic love interests would do with/for their partner on Valentine’s Day?

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS.

Happy Valentine's day yall

Nightowl

Silly boy

Silly silly boy

He stays up with you the night of Valentines day :3

Y'all just kinda goof around the entire time

I can see him as having Valentine's Day as his favorite holiday tbh

Does he get a wee bit drunk? Yes.

He loves you and will not overdo it tho

He's bouncing off the walls the entire time he's so hyper. Sugar high off chocolate

Overall 8/10 Valentine

Quest

Yayyyyy Quest

First off he takes time off work Yippieee

Considering how he's a private person I feel like he'd just want smth small so maybe he just spends it at home with you

-So maybe just like dinner out somewhere and chilling at home later<33

movIE NIGHTTT

he lets you pick

but he'll pick if you tell him to

I see him as not really liking sweets tbh. Doesn't eat much Valentine's candy.

will take u out somewhere nice. he likes to spoil u

overall 9/10 pretty darn good at this

Toaster

my FAVORITE

I don't actually see them as liking Valentine's day but they'll hang out with you

So easily flustered already, this day builds up their tolerance a wee bit because of just how much they get flirted with by you

Y'all are together. All. Day.

This mf take time off of GAMES for you

youre pretty damn special aren't you?

He's just happy to be with you.

Valentine's day nap together

I imagine y'all already nap together most days but y'know it doesn't matter

VALENTINE'S DAY NAP

Dinner is probably take out but if you don't mind they'll be happy

Overall 10/10 personally

Xyx

Ohoho

BIKE RIDE BIKE RIDE BIKE RIDE

Literally just takes you in a ride. Wherever you want, he'll go

He's just so happy to be in your presence

This day is about YOU

Whatever you want Xyx is literally doing anything he can to get said thing

Cat comes with obviously

Bike ride? Walking around? Date? Cat is everywhere.

Like I say this is about you, Xyx just wants you to be happy

9/10

I HOPE THIS VALENTINE'S DAY FINDS Y'ALL WELL!

[leviathanverse]

Sweets and cuddles

As silent as a mouse, a large mass made its way towards a lone woman. Green and light green leaf patterns everywhere on its lower half.

The woman turned her head, gorgeous flowers woven into a flowercrown covered her eyes. Hair as white as snow with a black and green kimono.

However, she didn't seem to notice. She was too distracted with the flowers in the field. And it was night time. The perfect time to strike.

It got closer and closer, green eyes looking at the woman. A smile spread across the being's face, teeth sharp with long fangs folded neatly in its jaws.

Closer and closer, silent as a mouse, it opened its mouth and extended its fangs. Venom dripped from the hollow keratin cylinders with pointed tips.

" Hm? Who is there?"

She was unaware of the danger that lurked behind her. It almost made the being giggle. If it weren't for the fact that it was a predator.

A hunter well built for stealth and timing.

The fangs folded back into its jaws before-

" Gotcha!"

" Oof-"

He held her in one hand, grip firm but careful. He cackled, a sound many would find terrifying.

The woman, however, just laughed along. She found it funny. Which was weird since many would have been screaming in fear.

However, behind the flowercrown covering her eyes, there was something many would have assumed her to be a witch.

The being removed the crown of flowers from her eyes, revealing gorgeous dull orbs that stared at him. Even if it was unintentional.

" Karaku? Is that you?"

Her voice was like an angel's. Beautiful, melodic and gentle. It was something the being hadn't heard until he met her.

" Hehe~ Akemi knows me too well~"

" Of course I would. You and Urogi would always try to "hunt" me whenever you have the chance."

" Awe~ But you know you love us~"

She chuckled softly.

" That I do know."

He placed her on solid ground, before laying down himself. He made soft hisses, a purr in his language. And then he brought her close to his chest.

" Cuddle time, my dear~"

" At such an unexpected time?"

" Yes~"

" ... Fine. But I don't want to be cuddled for too long. I have business to attend to later."

" Awe~ But I want to cuddle my favourite snack for longer~"

He chuckled, coiling around her with his snake half. A beautiful green with leaf patterns on the exterior of the muscle.

" But fine~ I'll let it go this one time~"

" Don't you always?"

" Hehe~ You are right~ I am being a bit too nice~"

" Didn't you say you want to cuddle?"

The lamia, as it was revealed by his snake tail, coiled tighter. But not on Akemi. On himself for protection for her.

" I do~ Let's cuddle before time runs out~"

And so, he proceeded to cuddle the human in his hands. His hand being the same size as her, if not larger.

For now, they will both enjoy the peaceful night together before she had to go to the village.

A rare moment for the clones and Hantengu. To enjoy the peacefulness without corrupted slayers to blindly try to kill them.

Humanity's corrupted mind filled with greed. And yet somehow, she was not affected by it. The corruption didnt affect her mind or anything. Something that was beyond rare within the human population.

And they all appreciated it, their hope slowly being restored as she may have been one of the eleven humans from the prophecy.

The prophecy being that there will be eleven humans to bring peace between both humans and lamias alike. Seven of which will be with the strongest amongst all lamias. The others will be amongst the lower ranked lamias, the weaker lamias.

Hopefully, even if it was a strong hopefully, that she was one of the seven to be with the strongest amongst all lamias. And hopefully the other three will soon be found.

The prophecy had to be fulfilled in order for peace to dawn on both sides.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Fuck my life, this smutfic is gonna be around 10k. WTF HOW???!?! God, I am a wordy bitch 😅

Also, snippet.

[littlelioncub43]

I think I'd like to tie up Tom Grant and lick whipped cream off of him tonight. Since it's a special occasion and all. 👅

I hate him (i love him so much it hurts)

"I thought this was supposed to be a present," he whines for the millionth time, his head rolling on the pillow while he looks up at you. The ties held his arms and legs in place securely to each of the four bedposts, leaving him exposed, naked, and at your mercy completely.

"It is, Tommy, just relax," you giggle and give him a sweet kiss to placate him once more. He sighs into your mouth, relishing the softness of your lips and the silk of your robe against his bare skin. "One more complaint outta you, and I'll gag this pretty mouth of yours, do you understand me?"

"Yes," he gasps out, he loves when you're like this; so calm and gentle yet still in control and so fucking powerful. You grin at his compliance and peck his lips once more.

"Good boy," you feel his cock throb happily between your bodies at the praise. Straddling his waist, you finally sit in his lap, his hard on nestling against your core through the robe.

"F-Fucking hell," he curses under his breath before licking his lips to smile up at you excitedly. You can't help but smile back at him as you begin to untie the robe. "Yes, take it off for me, baby, wanna see you," he sighs, his eyebrows tilting up in a gentle plead.

"You wanna see me, Tommy?" You coo and play with the tie a little longer to listen to him beg a few more times. He's been dying to see whats under your robe ever since you walked out of the bathroom and swatted his wandering hands away.

"Yes. Yes, please, wanna see you, love," he begs softly, nodding eagerly and trying to sit up as straight as he can to get the best view.

Finally, you unravel the tie and let the teal silk fall from your body. Tom knew you'd put on something pretty for him, but fucking hell, he wasn't prepared for the treat that you hid underneath.

The dusty blue lingerie set was going to be seared into his brain, he was sure of it. The way the bra was cupping your breasts was downright sinful. Pretty clusters of fabric flowers etched in lace over the silky satin of the cups and panties seemed to call his name, begging for his hands to feel their petals. The garter belt that is cinched around your waist leads his eyes to the expanse of your torso and thighs, the soft skin there peeking out from behind the straps and bands that wrapped you up deliciously. Then your panties, oh God Almighty, your panties were Tom's favorite: matching silk satin covered in the darker blue lace, an embroidered 'T' adorning the space just above your honeypot.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," he moans shamelessly, pulling at the ties repeatedly. "Fucking hell, baby, s-so fucking gorgeous, Jesus, how are you fucking real? Fuck me, oh God," he rambles and stares at you as lust swallows his irises.

You simply giggle at him, letting him babble to himself while you reach for the hidden can of whipped cream you stashed under the other pillow. The moment he sees the can, he's grinning like mad.

"You've got to be kidding?" He chuckles, half whining and half excited to see where this goes. When you nod with your own laugh, he's laying back on the bed, his eyes shut as he resigns himself to his fate. "You're the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me, love, ya know that—AH!"

A cold line of whipped cream lands at the center of his chest, sending goosebumps all along his pale skin, his cock flexing happily against your crotch. You both share another laugh, your smile lasting even as you slowly dip down to lick the sweet cream from him with an appreciative moan. Tom moans with you as your hot tongue glides along his chest, a delicious contrast to the cold topping. He watches as your sinful tongue licks the white cream from your gorgeous lips, wetting his own when you lean down to kiss him.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, too, Tommy," you whisper against him before giving him another mind-numbing kiss.

"Love you," he whispers through passionate kisses, "love you so much, keep going, please."

"Love you too," you mumble before sitting up straight again, can in hand. "Now where were we?"

Part 2???

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[angela-the-fox]

Early Valentine's Day Special Looks!!

My outfit is a lovely angelic cupid (on the left)

Angelo as a devil anti-cupid (on the right)

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Type:

Cupid:

The cupid is a very caring spirit who makes everyone fall in love with another person and always let one person love them into another.

The habit was when two people started hanging out a long time and they started having a very good close friendship.

After a long time they change their friendship into a close relationship and they could have their romance.

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Anti-cupid:

The part of the cupid where they could love eachother. But it was the opposite of love. Anti-cupid is the opposite of the cupid.

The habit was to make two people hate eachother and break their relationship and take advantage of their broken relationship.

Question: What do you guys think of the cupid and anti-cupid outfit?

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds Valentine's Day Special 2023

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

            “And there was a nice young lady at the jewelers, she loved my blindfold, and I’ve been flirting with her for a month so I’ll probably get chocolate from her, and then there’s the guy at the tailor, and then there’s the—” On and on Gojo went, raving about all the gifts and sweets people were going to give him on Valentine’s Day because he’s handsome, kind, gentlemanly, blablabla (only one of those was objectively true).

            Nobara tsked. “You’d think he’d shut up after a while.”

            “He’s too full of himself to do that,” said Maki, crossing her arms in annoyance.

            “—Oh, and I love those little hearts that say ‘you’re sweet’ and ‘be my valentine,’ so I’m hoping I get some of those—” Gojo’s tirade continued unimpeded.

            “Tunamayo,” said Inumaki with a deadpan look.

            Panda nodded. “Like a puffed-up bird,” he agreed.

            “What is Valentine’s Day?” asked (Y/N). The others turned to her. “I never saw people celebrate it growing up here.”

            “It’s an American holiday that’s growing in popularity,” said Maki.

            “You give chocolate and cards and sweets to someone you care about,” explained Itadori.

            “Oh,” said (Y/N). “Are we celebrating?”

            Nobara turned a little red. “I’m not sure. It depends on if people give each other gifts or not.”

            (Y/N) nodded. Gifts to someone I care about…Like Megumi?

            As if he heard her, Megumi walked into the room and saw (Y/N)’s face. It seemed neutral to others, but Megumi saw that it was (Y/N)’s expression of “enlightenment.” She often looked like that after he explained how she was supposed to react or interact with people. However… “You guys didn’t confuse her, did you?”

            “No, we were just explaining Valentine’s Day,” said Itadori. He pouted. “Do you think so little of us?”

            “Yes,” said Megumi. He looked at (Y/N), who looked deep in thought. He had a suspicion that something in their explanation would be misconstrued by (Y/N).

            “I’m sure (L/N) understood,” said Nobara confidently. “We explained why you give gifts and everything!”

            “I understand,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            Well, it’s not like anything can go wrong with Valentine’s Day, thought Megumi. Still, he leveled a glare at Nobara and Itadori just in case they did confuse (Y/N).

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            “I shouldn’t be nervous! I’m pretty and strong!” said Nobara, pacing back and forth and holding a card and chocolate to her chest.

            “You’ll be fine,” said Itadori, smiling.

            “You need to stop overthinking this,” said Megumi.

            “I know! I just—” Nobara fell quiet as she saw (Y/N) walk in, her hands behind her back.

            She cleared her throat and extended a small box of chocolates out to Megumi. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly.

            Megumi froze, and a blush bloomed on his cheeks. Nobara and Itadori’s eyes widened.

            “Go, go, go,” whispered Nobara to Itadori, pushing him out of the room to give Megumi and (Y/N) a moment. (Obviously, they would circle back in a few moments and see what was happening, but that was for later)

            (Y/N) furrowed her brow at Megumi’s reaction. “Did I do it wrong?”

            “Yes—No—I, mean—” Megumi stuttered as he blushed. “This is…unexpected, that’s all.”

            “Why? They said that I’m supposed to give gifts to someone I care about, and you’re my friend,” said (Y/N), cocking her head in confusion.

            Megumi took a deep breath and composed himself, the blush still bright on his cheeks. “Itadori and Kugisaki, they meant-they meant someone you love r-romantically,” he explained.

            “Oh.” (Y/N) blinked and turned a light pink. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

            “It’s okay. It’s Kugisaki and Itadori’s fault,” said Megumi, sighing.

            “Do you not want the chocolates?” asked (Y/N), staring at the package in her hand.

            “I won’t reject a gift from you,” said Megumi, smiling. “But, uh—” he looked away nervously “—would you like to share with me?”

            (Y/N) brightened. “You want to?”

            Megumi nodded. “Yeah.”

            “That’s good because they look good. I like sweets,” said (Y/N), sitting down on a small sofa. Megumi joined her as she opened the package. “Do you want dark, white, or milk?”

            “What do you like?” asked Megumi.

            “I like milk chocolate,” said (Y/N).

            Megumi took out the milk chocolate and handed it to them. “There. I like dark anyway.”

            They sat side-by-side as they quietly ate their sweets. Finally, (Y/N) broke the silence and said, “Thank you for not making this…awkward. I didn’t know Valentine’s Day was supposed to be romantic.”

            “It’s okay. I should have known Itadori and Kugisaki would mess something up,” said Megumi. He smiled at (Y/N). “And we can still give each other gifts in the future. If you’d like that, that is.”

            (Y/N) smiled shyly. “I would.”

            “Ok, then,” said Megumi. “And thank you, for the gift. I was just surprised.”

            “You’re my best friend. I care about you more than anyone else,” said (Y/N), looking down at their hands. “I couldn’t think of anyone else I would want to give a gift to.”

            Megumi wasn’t sure what to say. His heart fluttered at (Y/N)’s words. She was always honest, so he didn’t doubt her words, and because of that, he was honored that (Y/N) thought so highly of him. He liked her. To hear her care about him made him incredibly happy, and he wanted to show that he cared for her, too.

            “There’s no one else I’d rather spend the day with,” responded Megumi. Allowing himself to be daring, he reached out and squeezed her hand through her glove. (Y/N) tensed for a moment, unused to the touch, before she relaxed and squeezed back hesitantly.

            Neither had to speak. Sitting side-by-side, together, hands entwined, was enough.