husband osc is literally MY LIFE SOURCE, ITS SO GOOODDD, could you do one where on their wedding night they get to fulfill a fantasy of theirs: oscar fingering her with his wedding ring on plss
I LOVE YOUR WRITIING SO MUCHHH
a/n: first, thank u so much that's so sweet!! second, i love the way you guys think so bad . you keep me fed and happy . ugh my insides are curdling. please always request husband!osc i love him down.
word count: 2.1k words
tags: lots of foreplay, fingering (f receiving), praise, pet naaaames (baby, sweetheart, my love), probably tooth rotting fluff bc… well it IS your wedding night after all. ;P
the light from the bathroom throws your bedroom into soft relief. it’s the same apartment you’ve been in for the past five years, and yet everything feels different and exciting and new again.
you stand in the doorway, a soft halo of light enveloping your body, excitement and nervous energy flitting around in your stomach. the reception had been fun—so fun you barely remembered it, frankly— but you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t ready for everyone to go home.
you wanted some one on one time with your new husband after all.
oscar sits on the edge of the bed, unfastening the cufflinks from his dress shirt. his tuxedo jacket is cast casually over the back of the chair, and just the sight of that jet black is enough to leave you feeling warm. a reminder of all that was still yet to come.
oscar gazes at you like you hung the moon, dark eyes shining—maybe even a little in awe— as you pad softly over to him, throwing your arms loosely over his shoulders.
it feels like it was only yesterday that he was 17 years old, standing outside your parents' house with a bouquet of flowers, silly little bow tie askew and mouth agape when he tells you how beautiful you look.
“hi baby,” you say with another smile. seriously, your cheeks were going to hurt tomorrow.
oscar exhales shakily, warm hands finding your waist. his face is obscured by shadow, save for the soft light illuminating his brown eyes.
"mrs. piastri," he whispers, finding your left hand and pressing his mouth to your knuckle, right where the shiny new diamond sits on your finger.
you beam at him, swiping a thumb over his cheek affectionately. "are you going to take this dress off of me, or am i going to have to do it myself?"
oscar laughs, shaking his head. "if you would give me a chance to take it all in first." he stands from the edge of the bed, grasping your hand loosely and encouraging you to do a little spin for him. he blows out a slow breath, "how'd i get so lucky?"
you flush, feeling oscar's fingers gently brush your hair over your shoulder, touch ghosting over the nape of your neck to the zipper on your dress.
you've always loved the intimacy of this exchange in movies and books, the tension of someone else slowly unzipping the back of a dress, exposing what was underneath.
the air is charged with anticipation as oscar tugs on the zipper, slowly exposing your shoulders and the graceful line of your spine. his lips press against the nape of your neck, hot and flushed, and you gasp softly.
then oscar sees the lace underneath your dress, the ribbons and the barely-there silk and sucks in another breath.
"you are...insane," is all he says, voice so low you wonder if he spoke at all. goosebumps erupt on your skin as oscar slips his palms underneath your dress, smoothing them around your hips, across your stomach, and up your ribcage to squeeze at your breasts.
you sag into his touch, eyes fluttering closed, enjoying the warmth of his chest against your skin. oscar brushes his lips against the shell of your ear whispering, "you have no idea what you do to me."
you feel him half-hard, pressing into the back of your thigh, and smile dryly. "i think i might have some idea."
oscar laughs hoarsely, pulling his hands out from your dress to push it off your shoulders. it drops to the floor in an elegant heap.
he's is at a loss for words seeing it all for the first time. white lace adorning your body covering only the parts it needed to, ribbons curled and laced up your back, stockings pulled high on your thighs, dainty garters.
"baby...," oscar breathes, holding out his left hand for you to take. you slip your left hand into it, feeling the ridges of his wedding band scrape gently against the pads of your fingers, shivering. "jesus christ."
you do another little spin, feeling a little silly, but when oscar pulls you in by the small of your back, lips burning and hungry against yours, all your trepidation vanishes out the window.
oscar is impatient, cupping your jaw firmly in his hands, kissing down your jaw, pulling back your hair to kiss down your throat. he groans, feeling the thin lace under his fingertips.
"i wanna take all of this off of you, but you just look so beautiful," oscar mutters, holding you out at arm's length to drink it all in. "it feels like a crime."
you just laugh sweetly, enamored by oscar's declarations. "then i'll leave it on, just for you, my love." your hook your finger in the knot of his tie, tugging until it falls to the floor next to your dress. you press your lips lightly to the corner of his mouth, almost a kiss but not quite. teasing.
oscar shakes his head, grin lopsided as you crawl onto the bed, leaning against the pillows to watch him unbutton his dress shirt.
"you looked so handsome today," you muse, blushing as oscar continues to look over your body like you were a work of art. a masterpiece, even, like he had never seen something so beautiful in his brief lifetime. his fingers reach the last button on his shirt, and shortly it joins the other clothes in a pile on the floor.
oscar crawls in between your legs, brushing back a strand of your hair that's come loose from the swoopy knot at the back of your head. he's become so toned lately, and you marvel at the way the low-lighting illuminates the planes of his stomach and wide shoulders.
"god, you are so sexy," you say with a grin, laughing as oscar's next kiss cuts you off mid-sentence. he's all smiles, too, cupping the back of your head, running his hands down your body and toying with the ribbons and lace and gauze.
"my wife," oscar murmurs, pulling away a few millimeters. you feel the vibrations from his lips against your own, shivering. it feels like a promise coming from his lips, like something holy.
the love in your chest is almost too much to bear. it's not like you were short on love for oscar, but this was something new— a giddy, girlish feeling that left you breathless and hopeful.
wow. if he had you waxing poetic in your mind about married life maybe it really was over for you.
oscar takes his time exploring your body with his lips, sucking a few hickeys here and there across your collarbones, soothing them with his tongue. he pushes down on your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air, licking around your nipples until they harden in his mouth.
"you are so beautiful for me...my pretty girl," oscar says, and it's hard to tell if he's talking to you or himself in disbelief. that through some divine intervention you could be all his.
"oscar," you whimper back, aching to feel all of him, wanting him to destroy your senses, ruin you in your pretty wedding lingerie, a sinful act against soft, white innocence. "need you."
"i am taking my time with you tonight, baby," oscar murmurs, smiling wickedly from where he's made his way down to your stomach. his thumbs press into your waist, breath hot against your skin. his face and neck are flushed, as he commits every soft sigh and whine that comes from your mouth to memory.
then he smiles wickedly, thumbs brushing over your hips and pelvis as he settles easily in between your thighs. "plus, there's something i've always wanted to do."
he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties—if you can even really call them that—pulling them down to your thighs, and groans seeing you bared to him. pretty. everything about you is pretty to him.
"kill me now, and i'd die happy," oscar mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of your thigh.
"you're such a sap," you tease, voice breathier than before as oscar slowly runs a thumb over your entrance, groaning at how wet you are already, dragging it up and over your clit. you inhale sharply, squirming, but oscar just smiles, holding you down with one firm hand.
"patience, darling," oscar murmurs. he circles your clit with the pad of his thumb so slowly, breath erratic in his own chest as you give yourself to him fully.
it feels a bit like you've taken something, but you're stone-cold sober save for a few glasses of champagne. this rushing feeling in your body is all oscar.
you hold back your moan, biting down hard on your lip as you wrap your fingers around oscar's wrist.
"i'm here, sweetheart," oscar murmurs, intertwining your fingers together. grounding you. "i wanna hear you."
the feeling is already so much, as warmth and pleasure spread slowly throughout your body. your hips cant into oscar's touch, desperate for more, needing more, but oscar continues touching you with featherlight pressure, slowly, slowly, slowly bringing you to the edge.
"oscar," you cry out, eyes squeezed shut, "osc–fuck, please–" you arch away from him, just shy of it being all too much, but oscar shushes you before pressing a finger into you.
you gasp, eyes flying open. your grip tightens on oscar's hand, your mouth falling open in pleasure. he presses in another, easily, moaning as he watches his fingers sink into your pretty pussy. his wedding band glints in the dim light, next to your flushed skin and he swallows hard.
all for him.
through heavy-lidded eyes you see the hard outline of his cock straining against his trousers, stifling another breathy moan as oscar curls his fingers into you.
"oh my fucking god," oscar says in disbelief as you press your head back into the pillow, spine arching, hands wrapped tightly around his wrist. seeing you laid out like this, needy, wanton, desperate for him goes straight to his dick. "you are so beautiful."
you laugh, the noise half of a moan, just sound of mind enough to rasp, "if you keep saying that i'm gonna ruin this bed spread."
oscar pulls himself up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. "promise?"
"shut up," you say, pulling his mouth to your sternum, sighing as oscar curls his fingers deeper into your cunt, needing to be as close to him as possible.
your breasts strain against the flimsy fabric of your top as you squirm under oscar, ribbons cutting into your skin. oscar pulls away to watch your face with awe, watching how you bite your lip, how your brows twitch into an expression of bliss.
"so," oscar says, resting his forehead against yours, "beautiful, baby."
you're so close.
you're so close, and oscar can tell with how you've gone mute, body stiff as you press even closer into his chest. your skin is sticky with sweat, nail digging crescent moons into his shoulders.
"come for me, sweetheart," oscar mutters, his own brow furrowed in tandem with yours, nodding as your breathing quickens in your chest, shallow and weak. "want you to come for me."
you don't even make a sound as your orgasm hits you, too overcome with pleasure. your mind goes blank, aware of oscar's lips on your throat and his fingers in your cunt, fucking you through your high.
"there you go," oscar murmurs with a smile as you manage to peel your eyes open, still feeling the aftershocks of your release. the second wave of pleasure washes over you, and it feels a bit like taking your first breath as you let out a cry, winding your fingers tight in oscar's hair. "that's my girl."
"holy...shit," you say, utterly breathless. you feel a bit like you're floating above yourself, panting as oscar gently pulls his fingers from your cunt. you watch, dazed, as he brings his fingers to his mouth—notably, his middle and ring finger—licking off your arousal from where it glistens on his wedding band.
“you have no idea how long ive been waiting to do that,” oscar says
“you are such a freak,” you say, shoving at his shoulder. oscar just laughs before kissing you, licking into your mouth. you taste yourself on his tongue, sighing happily.
you grin, giddy, dumb, in love, as oscar plays with one of the many ribbons on your bra.
“so, mr. piastri,” you mumble against his mouth, “got anything else to check off?”
It never ceases to amaze me how brilliant fan fiction writers are, like, you take bits of something and can turn it into such brilliance and create crazy good plot lines with so much depth and layers and come up with all these ideas, like, literally blows my mind every time. The level of creativity is stunning
Okay, I've seen the post made by Viv on Bluesky.
And personally I don't understand why people think Alastor's sexuality will be explored with Lucifer?
I mean, it's kinda obvious we will go from his past experiences, so the most likely answer to this is either Mimzy, Rosie or Vox. Someone he was close with. Not the guy he hates and has no previous positive background with. And Lucifer still believes he is married to Lilith and seems to love her. Why would he cheat on her with the guy that is trying to replace him?
No shame, ship all you want I just don't get the logic behind that if it's a canon answer.
