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lovelytsunoda · 5 months

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naughty list // oscar piastri

summary: oscar's bored, horny and hopelessly smitten with his lover. but if he keep this up, he's going to land them both on santa's naughty list this year.

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

prompt: "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip."

warnings: soft smut, praise overload, christmas lingerie, oscar is a big simp, sex on a shag carpet, oscar 'if she's not enjoying herself, neither am i' piastri,

author's note: am i incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man? possibly.

oscar piastri was head over heels for his girlfriend.

perhaps that's how he got himself into this situation, on the couch by the fire on a cold london winter, christmas tree lit up behind the couch, tennis on the tv. fresh gingerbread cookies sat on the island, filling the ground-floor apartment with their familiar and warm scent.

y/n had slipped away just moments before, kissing his forehead and promising a surprise, her nervous giggle punctuating the end of the sentence as she slipped away to the bedroom.

a nervous giggle that made him wonder, if, perhaps, the surprise was a little on the naughtier side. his lover wasn't one for wild bedroom escapades, but the fact that she might have been trying to spice it up a little for him?

it drove him fucking wild. worried him slightly, yes, because he didn't want her to push herself too far out of her comfort zone if she wasn't ready, but excited him nonetheless.

meanwhile, in the bedroom, she was nitpicking everything, standing anxiously in front of the mirror as she twirled her hair. the red set stood out against her skin, and while the corset was almost no different than many of the shirts that she wore, she wasn’t sure how to feel about the lacy panties, leaving so much skin exposed.

she’d never been a lingerie person. she wished she could be, but even stepping into victorias secret sent her in a self-critical spiral. no, until now she had tended to stick to skimpy pajama sets, never as exposed as she was now.

she thought she was being ridiculous, oscar had seen her naked, for lords sake.

but even still, looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should have picked the set with the silk robe.

she closed her eyes, counting to ten before she reached for the santa hat on the bed, pulling it over her head and dangling the pom pom on the end over her shoulder.

when she gently trod back into the living room, she cleared her throat to get oscars attention. the driver looked up from his phone, choking on his kale smoothie when he saw her. he promptly dropped his phone, getting to his feet and ambling over to her.

“y/n, love, you look stunning.” his touch was gentle, starting at her hands before running gently along her skin, index finger tracing hearts on her exposed side. “you’re so beautiful, and I’m happy you feel comfortable enough with me to let me see you like this. it’s a privilege I count myself lucky to have.”

she sighed into his touch, fingers messing with the lapel of his flannel. the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms flexing sharply as his fingers continued to soothe her skin.

“I thought I’d try something new.” she said sheepishly, a blush rising on her cheeks. “you like it?”

“baby, I adore it.” oscar beamed, leaning in to softly press his lips to hers. she tasted like peppermint, and smelled like vanilla bean as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. “my gorgeous girl.” he growled, biting gently on her bottom lip. “all mine.”

smiling sweetly, she pulled oscar closer, wrapping her arms around him and playing with the hair on the back of his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. the aussie hummed contentedly, his large, warm hands trailing over her back.

he was well and truly smitten.

she looked like a christmas angel, wrapped in red and white, the cutsey santa hat propped on her head. who knew santa hats could be so sexy on the right woman?

"i love you." he hummed, moving to gently kiss her neck, smiling to himself as she propped up on the tips of her toes, gasping softly as his tongue ran over her pulse point. "my darling, darling girl." he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "maybe i should dress up next time? get that whole magic mike kinda vibe going on."

she giggled, moving one dainty hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed. god, that laugh. oscar was getting painfully hard just listening to her giggle.

she stepped back, and oscar followed, gently pressing her up against the wall. she winced at the cold plaster pressing up against her smooth skin, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as her lover leaned over her, one hand bracing him against the wall and the other under her chin to tilt her face up. she beamed, trying to hold back her giddy giggles as she stared into his wonderous eyes.

"pretty girl, love of my life." oscar started softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip, aye?"

"that's your smoothest holiday line yet." she nodded with a laugh, enthusiastically pulling him closer to her, eliminating the space between their bodies as best she could. "i love you." she said quickly, pressing her lips to his as his hands began to rove her front, fumbling with the strings of the corset top.

she gently pushed his hands away, watching as his eyes grew three sized when she pushed the cups of the corset bra down, nipples pebbling in the cold air, silhouetted against she stunning red of her top.

"you'll be the death of me, sweet thing." oscar laughed, running his hands over her skin. "tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"you, oscar. touching me. kissing me." she sucked in a breath as he bent down, sucking a hickey onto her supple skin, his thumb gently running over her nipple. "making me yours."

oscar groaned, laving his tongue over her sensitive bud, one hand reaching to hold hers close. "sweetheart, just let me take care of you, yeah? give you exactly what you need." he detached from her breast, a line of saliva trailing from her bud to oscar's tongue. he used one hand to wipe his mouth before kissing the back of her hand. "give my sweet perfect angel the full princess treatment."

she smiled down at him as he sank to his knees, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of her thigh, her fingers carding through his hair. "baby, you left one of the girls unloved." she playfully pouted at him, nudging her other breast. "you don't want the one on the left to think you love the one on the right more, do you?"

oscar laughed, rising to his feet before taking her left breast in his hand. "you're so right, love. wouldn't want one of the girls to feel underappreciated. i hope they know how loved they are."

"you're such an idiot."

"yeah, but you're the one who gets turned on by me acting like a complete and utter fool."

"shut up and kiss me, pretty boy."

"yes ma'am."

oscar kissed her, his hands slipping down to the globes of her ass, lifting her into the air. she squealed, wrapping her legs around him so he was carrying her like a koala, her fingertips gripping his still-clothed shoulders.

well, she couldn't have that. why was she the only one showing any skin?

he set her down on the shag carpet, warmth from the fire gently hearing her chilled skin, hair fanning out behind her head. oscar wasted no time, shedding his flannel and t shirt before he dove right in, wrapping his lips around the tip of her breast. she gasped, arching into him with one hand gripping the carpet and the other in his hair.

“atta girl.” oscar exhaled, sucking another hickey onto her skin. in his opinion, his job wasn’t done until her tits were covered in proof of his undying love. “that’s my pretty girl.”

“need you, baby.” she pleaded, grinding up against his jeans, the denim rubbing at her sensitive core through her lace panties.

she was so shamefully soaked after oscars devotion to her breasts, and she needed some kind of release. she was almost certain that there was a damp spot forming on her lovers jeans as she ground against him.

oscar leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties.

“you look too pretty in this set to take it off, baby.” he hummed, kissing over the red fabric, nuzzling into her skin as he rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones. “might just have to push them aside, but they’ll get stained badly when I make you see stars.”

“jesus, oscar, just do something!” she groaned, running her finger along his nose. “please?”

“anything for my girl.” he pushed her panties aside, gently pressing his lips to her sopping wet center, his tongue darting out to trace a heart on her lips.

she moaned, throwing her head back, her pelvis rising off the carpet to try and build more friction against her lover. she moaned his name, eyes fluttering closed as she began to see the stars he had promised her.

she was so lucky to have a man like oscar. a man who made her feel so confident in herself, treated her like a queen, and made sure that she got the calm, quiet love that she craved.

“fuck, baby. you taste fucking incredible.” he groaned, holding her thighs open, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles on her soft skin.

oscar could have spent all day between her thighs. hed always been a giver, but when he had the chance to spoil y/n, he was almost certain it made him way hotter than it made her. what could he say, acts of service was his love language.

and when she wrapped her thighs around his head, practically screaming his name, his tongue licking fat stripes up and down her opening, and over swollen her swollen clit?

he had to start thinking about tyre degradation to avoid coming in his jeans.

“fuck, oscar, baby.” she whined, tugging on his hair as his nose nudged her sensitive bud. (he moaned at the action) “just like that. god, that feels so fucking good.”

she could feel the band in her stomach begin to tighten, her thighs closing in around oscars head as pleasure spread around her lower body.

oscars tongue darted in and out of her, the lewd sounds filling the room. “are you going to come for me, pretty girl. yeah? yeah, that’s right, come on my tongue, princess.”

he slipped a finger in, and the sensation of his finger flexing while his tongue played with her sensitive, puffy clit made her cry out, rutting her hips into his face, grinding against his finger and trying to get herself off.

“oscar, im coming!” she cried, the coil in her stomach finally snapping as she cried out his name, fingernails leaving scratches in the skin on the back of his neck.

his hands gripped her thighs; he was holding himself up over the carpet on his forearms, his body shaking she coated the bottom of his face in evidence of her arousal. he moaned at the taste, sitting up on his knees and catching her eyes before sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking the salty fluid off his finger.

she smiled at him, face rosy and flushed. her limbs felt like jelly, arms giving out underneath her as she tried to prop herself up to kiss him. chuckling to himself, oscar braced his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks, and then the tip of her nose before, finally, her lips.

“I love you.” they both whispered, one after another, the room silent save for the low hum of the tv and the crackling in the fireplace.

“baby, as much as I would love to stay here with you, I am absolutley throbbing and if I am not inside of you in the next five minutes, I am going to lose it.” oscar chuckled, kissing her softly.

she smiled, giggling as he ran his hands over her flushed skin. “you know you’re going to throw your back out if we do this on the floor, right?”

“yeah, but it will be so totally worth it.” oscar laughed, kissing her forehead softly. “stay right here, and keep warm. I’ll be right back.”

she hated to see him go, but she loved to watch him leave, eyes zeroing in on both his impressive back muscles and the way his jeans hugged his backside. how did she get so lucky to land such a god of a boyfriend?

when he vanished into the bedroom, she stripped out of the corset, cringing when she noticed the reddened imprints left on her skin from where the wires dug into her. she pulled the santa hat off, dropping it pathetically to the carpet before pulling a blanket around her shoulders. she was slowly regaining feeling in her limbs, a feeling of contentment spreading through her stomach as oscar came back, a festive box in his hands,

“right, so your choices are peppermint, gingerbread and eggnog.” he grinned, tossing her three small packages before slipping out of his jeans.

her limbs tingled as she watched him undo his belt, his rock-hard cock straining against his flannel boxers. it was only when oscar sat down next to her, stealing half of the white knit throw blanket to wrap around his own shoulders, that she looked down at the packages in her hands.

they were christmas themed condoms, a reindeer face smiling up at her from the gingerbread one. she couldn’t help it when she burst out laughing, sniffing the peppermint package.

“oscar! what the fuck?” she managed through laughter. “you know the flavoured bit only counts if I’m sucking your dick right? and that’s not happening tonight.”

“they were a gag gift from lando.” oscar laughed, fiddling with one of the foil packets. “I brought out normal ones too; I don’t know how much I trust these ones anyways.”

she laughed, leaning over to kiss him. “thank you.”

“anything for my girl.” oscar deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to gently and politely explore the inside of her mouth, pushing her down onto the carpet once again, thigh pushing her legs apart.

he grinded against her sensitive core, trying to find some sort of relief for himself while also making sure that he lasted more than a minute when he finally got inside of her.

her legs curled around his waist, pulling him him closer as they made out, warm and sweaty skin sticking to each other as they warmed up by the fire.

he didn’t even need to pull away to make a grab for the discarded red hat, only drawing back to put it on before he extracted his cock from his boxer shorts.

she giggled, sitting up so she could take him in her hands, jerking him slightly before ripping open a condom package (just a regular one, not the peppermint one she knew he had been eyeing).

laughing to herself, she twirled the end of the hat in her fingers. “I should not find this as hot as I do. just so you know.”

“duly noted. are you ready for me, princess?”

she smiled at him, slipping out of her lacy panties before she straddled him, his sheathed cock teasing at her entrance, shivers running up her spine. “I wanna be on top. wanna ride your cock.”

and who was oscar to argue?

he gripped her hips, her hands on his shoulders as he positioned himself by her entrance. she was so wet that he slid right in, her fingernails leaving crescent marks on his shoulders as she winced, hiding her face in his neck.

“I know, sweet girl.” he moved his hands up and down her back. “i know it’s a lot to take, but you’re doing it so so well. you make the first move, sweetheart.”

she straightened her back, touching her nose to oscars as she began to slowly grind her hips, getting used to every inch of his dick splitting her in half.

“that’s it, pretty girl. nice and easy.” oscar groaned, palming her ass. “that’s it.”

with oscars hands guiding her, she began to pick up the pace, pulling up before sinking back down against his cock.

“fuck, baby, feels so good.” she whined, fingers tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck. “feels so deep.” she reached for his hand, pressing it to her stomach to show oscar just how deep he actually was.

“yeah? yeah, this cock is all yours, baby. whenever you want it, you tell me. I’ll drop everything to give it to you.” he grunted, one hand gently smacking her ass. she yelped, hips startling before she smashed her lips to his, moving her hips in subtle circles.

he moaned into her mouth, thrusting up to meet her hips halfway, watching as her mouth dropped open in a guttural moan. “you like that, sweet girl? yeah, you just let me take over and fuck you until you’re all blissed out.”

he took the lead, planting his feet on the floor, one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his princess close, her perky, sensitive nipples pressed against his chest as he thrust up, his cock sliding in and out of her like it was nothing.

“oh, yes.” she whined.

“that’s my pretty girl. that’s my fucking girl.” he growled, rolling over so he was on top again. normally he loves it when she rode him, loved the intimacy that came with it.

but he was so pent up that he needed something more.

he slipped her legs over his shoulders, muscles rippling as he leaned forwards to thrust into her, balls slapping against her skin.

her hands gripped his shoulders, slipping down his chest and leaving little pink marks in their wake as he pounded in and out of her, the pom pom on the end of his festive hat dangling in her face

“fuck, I love being like this with you.” he rasped, fingers digging into the shag carpet. “being this close to you.” he started to kiss up the side of her throat, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the sweat off her skin. “you’re so fucking pretty like this, all blissed out and at peace on my cock. love making you feel good, honey.”

he allowed her legs to slide off his shoulders, leaning down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as he bit down on her lip.

“shit, I love your cock, oscar. I love having it inside of me. needed it so bad!” she cried, clinging to his upper body as she let him have his way with her.

she knew he knew what she wanted, what she liked. he could read her like the back of his hand, and she was so blessed to feel safe enough with him that she could just clear her mind and let oscar make her feel good.

“that’s my girl. taking it so well. how are you feeling, princess?”

“perfect.” she breathed, inhaling sharply as his cock brushed up against her walls. “absolutley perfect.” her eyes slammed shut as her walls started to contract, squeezing oscar’s cock for all it was worth

“are you going to come, pretty girl? come all over my thick cock?”

“yeah.” she whined, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of her eyes as he kept slamming into her. “yeah, I’m almost there.”

she almost didnt get to finish her sentence, oscars lips claiming hers against his own as he kissed her deeply, one feee hand coming down to play with her clit. she gripped his biceps tightly, moaning harshly against his lips as she felt herself clamp down on him, seeing stars as she started to let go.

“that’s it, princess. let go for me, cover my cock in your sweet sweet come. give it to me, sweet girl. I’ve got you,”

she came with a cry of his name, feeling her body go weak as all her energy evaporated. the motion triggered oscar’s own orgasm, his entire body shaking as he grunted (arguably louder than she did, back muscles rippling as his body tightened and then went slack) spilling into the latex shield before his arms gave out and he collapsed against her.

“I love you.” he mumbled, kissing her softly before gently pulling out. he reached behind him for the blanket, tucking it around her body before sliding a throw pillow underneath her head. “hang tight for me, baby. I’m gonna go make you a hot chocolate.”

he slipped the condom off, balling it up with the intention of chucking it in the garbage on his way to the kitchen, pulling his boxers back on before washing his hands and pulling two mugs out of the upper cabinets.

y/n watched him from her position on the floor, a soft smile on her face as she marvelled at the scratches on his back, and the pure soft domesticity of watching her lover make her a hot drink after he made her see stars.

he came back minutes later, with two mugs piled high with whipped cream and a foolish smile on his face.

“merry christmas, pretty girl.” he hummed, kissing her softly, not expecting anything more than what it was.

“merry christmas, oscar.”

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weabooii · 4 months

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Sleep a Way Out!

Thoughts/ some explanations below the cut

It's a little disappointing to me that even though Zero abducts everyone in 999 at night, none of them seem to be in their pj's. So this is what I imagine their pj's (or in some cases, clothes worn around the house) would look like.

(left to right)

Ace's boxer fit is purely vibes based. He just seems like that kinda guy.

Lotus: I tried to bring some of her girl boss energy into her pj's. I imagine she wraps her hair in silk so it doesn't get messed up at night.

Clover just seems like she would chill in an oversized cutesy onesie.

Snake: My historical fashion obsession rears its head. He's wearing a Banyan, which is a European gown/lounge wear from the 1700s based on the Kimono and possibly other Indian robes if I recall correctly. The flower on its sleeve is a Chinese Lantern plant. He's holding a chamber candle stick as well. His cap is just based on stereotypical goofy historical pjs, just for fun.

Junpei: I couldn't bring myself to remove what I saw as some of the most iconic parts of Junpei's original design so I just remixed them. Instead of a flannel shirt he's wearing flannel pajama pants and instead of "bisexual sneakers" he's wearing one bisexual slipper (the other one got lost). I was originally intending to give him a generic college or baseball tee but while I was replaying through Ai the Somnium files I spotted the 999 reference by Sunfish Pocket and thought it would be fun to give him an old Lemniscate shirt instead.

June: She has to be wearing purple. Her fashion sense seems to be very natural, with a lot of knitting and textile ornamentation which lead me to think she'd probably wear a nice, simple cotton nightgown. And the bunny slippers are a little nod to her backstory.

Santa: You know, I just get the impression that Santa sleeps in the same clothes he wears in the game. And with a build like that he's definitely getting enough sun to have some embarrassing tan-lines.

Seven: Again, kinda like Santa, I get the feeling his pajamas could be the same clothes he wears in the game. But the shower sandals are a must.

Guy 9: There just wasn't enough for me to go off of for him. So I deleted him :) Sorry. He blew up.

#zero escape #999 #ze 999 #zero escape spoilers #akane kurashiki #junpei tenmyouji #light field #snake #clover field #aoi kurashiki #santa 999 #hazuki kashiwabara #lotus 999 #gentarou hongou #ace 999 #fanart #I really did this lineup for “fun”#Sorry to people who followed for trigun. I need to come out as a mystery visual novel fan now or there's no going back.#funny that I've mostly been drawing aitsf stuff and yet the first thing I post here visnov related is 999. Well. Gotta start somewhere.

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bruisedboys · 7 months

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can I request remus and anxious!reader where he asks her to be his, but she is worried that remus will think that she is too much to take care of?

thank you for your request angel!! this was fun to write <3

remus lupin x fem!anxious!reader, 1.3k words

Remus turns up unannounced at your door with a huge bouquet of flowers. You think you know where this is going.

“Hey,” he says, smiling a brilliant smile that sets your heart aflame. “You look nice. Can I come in?”

You don’t look nice, at least not in your opinion. You’re in your pyjamas, a loose tank and a pair of flannel pants, fresh out of the shower with your damp hair hanging limp over your shoulders. But you can’t not let him in. You like him too much.

“Uh— sure. Yeah, come in. Sorry about the mess.” You kick a stray shoe to the side to prevent him tripping in your doorway, embarrassed.

“Don’t start,” he tells you, fondly exasperated as he toes off his shoes. He closes the door behind him and then turns back to you, holding the bouquet out. “These are for you, by the way.”

You’d guessed. Still, you’re very very happy to get them. He’s given you flowers before, ones he’s picked on the way to your place or a rose, once, on your last birthday, but never a bouquet. You take it from him, fingers brushing his at the stalks.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You can’t imagine how much they cost him. It’s the fullest bouquet you’ve ever seen, petals bursting out of the tissue paper in pretty pinks and whites and creams. You don’t try to fight the smile working it’s way onto your lips. “They’re really pretty.”

Remus grins and raises one shoulder in a shrug. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

“Remus,” you whine, heat building in your cheeks at an alarming rate.

Remus laughs, surprised. “What?”

You glare, fierce as you can when you’re so infatuated with him. He’s making this hard for you and he knows it. “Nothing. Come on, come through, I’ll find a vase.”

You lead the way through your entryway and into the kitchen. Remus sits at your kitchen island and watches while you find a vase for your flowers and fill it with water from the tap. You feel his gaze like laser beams and try not to think about how much skin your pyjama top is showing right now, how much you don’t actually care because you want him to look at you.

“Stop looking at me,” you say anyway, though you know he won’t listen.

“No, I don’t think I will.” Typical.

“You’re awful.”

“Thanks, gorgeous.”

You sigh and finish setting up your flowers, setting them on the kitchen island. Remus smiles at you like a fool when you meet his eyes.

“Do you want a drink?” You ask, desperate to do something other than be under his gaze.

“No. I want to ask you something.”

Your heart stutters. This could go a million ways and you’re not sure which way you’d prefer. You sit down across from him and try not to fall right off your chair.

“Okay,” you say quietly, playing with your hands, pulling at your fingers. “Ask away, then.”

Remus doesn’t say anything right away. He slides his hands across the counter and pushes them over yours, stopping your mindless fiddling. You let him take your hands in his. They’re warm, rough but soft in the places that count. His fingers thread through yours and your heart does a backflip.

“Look at me?” He asks, voice soft as silk. You’re glad he’s stopped joking around but somehow his sweet patience is worse.

You look up, meeting his eyes. Remus beams.

“Hi,” he says, grinning.

You huff a laugh through your nose. “Hi,” you say back.

Remus strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. “Look, I’m not gonna beat around the bush,” he says, words measured as if he’s being careful to not worry you. You both despise and adore how patient he is with you. “I want to ask you something, and if you don’t like it, please feel free to kick me out of your house. Okay?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, wondering if the hammering of your heart is for a good reason or a bad. “I’m not gonna kick you out of my house, Remus.”

“You might.”

You shake your head firmly. “I won’t.”

Remus takes a deep breath, and you watch his chest rise and fall.

“I really like you,” he says. “And as much as I enjoy being friends, I think I’d like to be more.”

You blink. You can barely open your mouth, feeling like your lips have been glued shut. “More?” You manage.

Remus nods. “Yeah.”

You don’t know why but you suddenly feel like crying. You’re not oblivious, you’d known Remus liked you at least a little bit more than just a friend. You’ve gone over this moment countless times in your head, content with it happening in your head but never in real life. You’re a fish out of water. You swallow.

“Remus,” you say, trying not to sound like you’re rejecting him. “I … I don’t know.”

Remus blinks.

“Not— I mean, it’s not because of you,” you say in a desperate rush. You untangle your hands from his and wrap your fingers around his wrists instead. “I like you, Remus. You know I do. It’s just— I don’t think you’d … I’m a lot of work,” you finish dejectedly.

Remus gives you a looks like a kicked puppy. “What? Y/N, that doesn’t—“

“No, listen, Remus,” you say, desperate for him to understand. “I’m not— I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend. You already do so much for me, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do more.” Remus knows about your anxiety. It’s one of the reasons you like him so much, because he knows and doesn’t seem to mind, doesn’t treat you any differently for it. Still, “You’d get tired of me.”

Remus genuinely looks like he might cry. He releases your hands and gets up, and for one terrifying second you think he’s leaving you, that he’s already sick of you and your worries, that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. But he only rounds the kitchen island and gets so close to you you can smell his cologne.

“Can I give you a hug?” He asks in a soft murmur. “Please?”

You nod. Remus only hesitates for a half a second before wrapping his arms around you, pulling your head to his stomach, a hand in your damp hair. He’s warm and firm, tall, all-encompassing. He’s hugged you before but never like this. Never like he wants to hold all the pieces of you together in case you fall apart. You might just.

You weasel your arms around his tummy and try not to squeeze too hard. Remus strokes the back of your head, once, twice, three times. He doesn’t seem to mind your wet hair, the dampness slowly soaking into his soft t-shirt.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently. “I want you to know that none of that matters to me. Only you matter. I don’t care if I have to look after you, I wouldn’t care if I had to carry you around like a log everywhere we went. I want to look after you.”

You squeeze him harder.

“I don’t want to burden you,” you say into his t-shirt.

Remus makes a sad noise and pulls back, hands climbing to your neck. He encourages your face from his stomach gently, fingers pushing your hair out of the way so he can cup your jaw.

“You won’t be a burden,” he says. “You’re not. I like you just the way you are. I could never get tired of you, honey. Every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time all over again.”

There’s a pause in which you look at each other, a lot of big, beautiful feelings in the way you study each other’s faces. Your heart pounds in your chest. You know your decision has already been made, was probably made the second he appeared at your door, maybe the moment you met him however long ago. He’s lovely, the best person you’ve ever met. You like him enough to put aside your worries and be with him, if that’s what he wants.

And it is what he wants. Suddenly you feel so happy you could burst.

“Okay,” you say hoarsely, emotion thick in your throat. You nod, not caring how desperate you look. “Yes.”

Remus’ answering smile is bruising. “Yeah?” He says, pleased and almost as giddy as you. His eyes light up like stars and you know you could’ve never said no to him. “You’ll be mine? Let me look after you for ever and ever?”

A giggle bubbles out of you before you can stop it. You beam up at him. “Only if you let me look after you, too.”

Remus thumbs the hollow under your eye slowly, his touch like fireworks along your skin, leaning close like he’s gonna kiss you. You’re surprised to realise you really, really want him to.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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lolitakirstein · 3 months

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Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness.

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him. The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle.

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him.

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep.

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning.

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toji-girl · 2 months

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red riding hood | t. fushiguro

synopsis: Toji is willing to do anything for you most of the time and if that includes indulging in one of your fantasies who is he to say no?

wc: 3.4k

tags: dark content + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI +fem reader + not beta read + repost from my old blog + dubcon (aphrodisiac pill) + role-playing + primal play + he's the big bad wolf and you are red riding hood + slight dry humping + teasing + he picks you up + mutual masturbation + he uses a fake plastic knife + unprotected sex + creampie + any missing tags please lmk!

was for kinktober '23 | I've posted this before but it's one of my favorites I've ever done so I'm reposting it!

“So we really have to stay here at this lame-ass party?” Toji asked as he trailed behind you, one hand possessively on your hip as you led him through the foyer of the frathouse that hosted the yearly campus Halloween party.

“Yes, just for a bit, it would look bad that I didn’t even come when I was invited, right?” You replied turning to look at him with a smile as you looked at his costume, the both of you decided to come dressed as Red Riding Hood and the big bad wolf, for only one reason though.

Him complete in a red flannel shirt that was ripped and strained over bulging muscles, blue jeans that hugged thick thighs, and a curvaceous ass, the werewolf mask stuffed in his back pocket along with your panties.

You played your part as well, dressed in a satin red dress that hugged everything perfectly, a matching cape in color, and fishnet stockings with shoes that may or may not be dangling from Toji’s fingers later.

He shrugged and slid his hand further down to grip your ass cheek in one large palm. “I thought we already had an idea for Halloween?” He asked gruffly as you weaved through the decorations.

“Mhm, yes, but I need to speak to someone for a quick second. Will you get us a drink? We’ll dance then kick off our festivities.” You stopped in the living room and turned around holding his hands.

Toji’s eyebrows pinched together in the middle. “Someone? How long is it going to take?”

You did a quick scan of the room finding Satoru who waved with a sly grin wiggling long slender fingers, he wore a dark silk robe and a Ghostface mask sitting on top of his white hair.

“Two minutes, not even, find me on the dance floor?” You asked, pulling him closer as a group of girls made their way through giggling, their arms linked as they eyed Toji up and down.

You didn’t blame them but decided to kiss him giving him a taste of the cherry lip gloss you applied earlier.

“Gladly, be ready for a wild ride later.” He whispered with a smirk as he wrapped one arm around your waist making sure you were flush against him, Toji couldn’t resist giving your ass one more squeeze.

He left you with a chaste kiss on your forehead, you barely got a chance to blow him a kiss before he bled into the crowd leading into the kitchen.

You made your way over to Satoru who nursed a red solo cup. He waved with a smirk this time waiting until you came closer to reaching into his pocket and pulling your gift out.

“Miss. Red Riding Hood, how do you do?” He asked slyly.

“Can’t complain, except that it smells like unwashed feet and BO in here.”

Satoru chuckled lowly as he watched you open the top lid to your basket which was stuffed full of everything else for your and Toji’s plan, minus one thing, and he made sure to place the small bag where you could grab it easily.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday for class and do not forget your book!” You chastised him playfully giving his arm a squeeze before walking away to the living room in search of Toji until you found him standing close to the doorway leading into the kitchen, his head craning each way as he looked for you.

Weaving through the crowd again you stayed hidden staring at Toji and the way he filled out his shirt, the material hugging his thick arms and chest, you hummed softly to yourself as you made your way over to him with a smile.

“Hi there big bad wolf, what big teeth you have.” You whispered clasping your fingers around his wrist and grabbing his attention as he smiled wolfishly at you.

He smirked and gave you your cup first before wrapping one arm around your waist again, his signature move for a few reasons, to make sure you’re safe and protected, and a warning to anyone who looked at you like prey just waiting to make their move.

“Want to see something else big I have?” He whispered in your ear, his breath fanned over the shell as he kissed it softly chuckling deeply when you shivered and looked at him.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you opened the lid of your basket grabbing the pill as he did a quick scan around the room before he nodded, the signal that you could take it real quick.

Before anyone noticed you placed the pink pill on your tongue showing your boyfriend who grabbed your tongue pulling it out more as he bent down to get a better view pulling you closer to him, his hand drifting down to your ass giving the plush flesh a squeeze. “Good girl.”

Excitement bubbled in your veins as you looked at your boyfriend giving him another sticky kiss before grabbing the tube from your basket. He grabbed it holding your ass still as he screwed it open with one hand.

“Pucker those pretty lips for me.”

Instantly you did as you were told and let him paint your lips in the cherry-scented gloss before putting the tube between his teeth, the hand that cupped your ass was now holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You really do make a good red riding hood.”

His praise melted you like liquid heat that rushed between your legs and spread into your limbs as you grabbed the lip gloss from his mouth with a giggle leading him to the dance floor, the bass from the music vibrated the floor as Toji kept one hand possessively on your hip letting you grind your ass against him.

He let go of your hip and rested both hands on your waist pulling you closer to him watching the bottom hem of your short dress get caught on his jeans raising the fabric up a bit and giving him a view of your ass, his cock strained against his thigh as you danced seductively, trying to entice your boyfriend wasn’t a lot a work, just a little smirk while giving him bedroom eyes was a sure-fire way to get him naked.

People around you were too lost in their own world to care about you and Toji grinding against each other, large hands smoothed up and down your back as you bent slightly dancing. “We should take this somewhere more private.” He said fisting your hood and pulling you upright before he turned you to face him.

His eyes scanned your face as you rested one palm on his chest while opening your basket handing him the item Satoru gave you earlier feeling the muscles ripple and flex. “Mr. Wolf, you just can’t wait, can you? Our game starts……now.”

You dropped your palm before you walked away blending in with the crowd, your heart pumped hard in your chest, thrumming against your ribcage seeing the door that led to the patio in the backyard, whoever's house this was, it was nice, decorated to the nines in Halloween decorations, colors of black and orange and purple, scary cutouts, fake cobwebs and the people dressed in costumes filled the place.

Fresh air filled your lungs once you stepped outside into the night looking at the forest that lay at the edge of the property, trees acted like a fence keeping everyone out, but you wanted to go in, and with your heels on you walked slowly at first holding the basket close to you.

Your breath came out in white puffs as you made your way closer to the edge, branches broke under your feet as you put one hand on a tree trunk feeling the bark against your palm while you whipped your head left and right looking for Toji, he was supposed to watch from a window inside the house to make sure no one was following you, only him, tonight with the full moon the plan you two cooked up only made sense.

When you saw his outline and the signal you pulled your hood up shivering slightly at the harsh wind that picked up carrying the scent of fall and the fallen leaves. You gulped down the small lump that formed in your throat finding the dirt path lit by the moon that hung low in the inky sky that glittered with stars.

In the distance you could hear the woodland animals chirping, talking to one another, then the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and the feeling of being watched settled over you, Toji was close enough to keep a watchful eye on you as he moved from tree to tree, making sure to stay back a few feet, the last thing he wanted was for you to pinpoint where he was.

You whistled letting it bleed into the air as you held your basket closer seeing the small cottage nestled between dead trees, the branches twisted and turned into each other, almost like they were reaching for each other reminding you of yourself late at night seeking Toji out who was next you to while you were in the throes of sleep.

He got closer and watched you from behind a tree that gave him the perfect view as he watched you put the basket down bending over, the hem of your dress was pulled over the curve of your ass and your pussy was on full display and thankfully the person who owned the cottage wasn’t at home and kept a few lamps lit to keep the path filled with light.

His dick jumped at the sight and his mouth watered as he grabbed your panties from his back pocket pressing the fabric to his nose and inhaling deeply before he balled it back in his palm and grabbed his mask, the cheap rubber material smelled funny he thought as he focused his attention through the eye holes on you.

By now the aphrodisiac worked its way through your system, directing all blood flow to your cunt that ached to be touched or sucked, you almost reached down to rub your clit before stopping and crouching down in an attempt to direct your attention elsewhere.

You were busy looking through your basket for a blanket when Toji emerged from his hiding spot and he made his way over to you. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” He asked bending over and pressing his chest against your back.

A squeak squeezed its way through your lips feeling him, your ass and cunt exposed to the cool air was now hidden by Toji, his warmth seeping from his shirt through your dress that made you shiver in delight.

The whole plan was talked about beforehand, a little bit of role-playing and monsterfucking was a wonderful way to kick off Halloween.

He grabbed the plastic fake knife from his pocket as he snaked his arm to support your torso holding it upside down, the tip pointing at the ground as he kicked your ankles apart.

You opened your mouth to weakly protest when your balled-up panties were stuffed between your lips, the sound died in the back of your throat. Goosebumps blanketed you as heat rushed between your legs.

Salvia saturated your underwear as you caught your breath gripping his large forearm. Toji chuckled panting against your neck, his harsh breath from the mask sent chills down your spine.

By this point your clit was almost throbbing as he trailed the end of the plastic knife up between your legs and up under your skirt, the tip rubbed against your bare pussy pulling another whine from you.

“You smell so,” he stopped and buried the rubber nose into your neck inhaling deeply, “sweet, sweet enough to eat.”

His words made your knees weaken as you rolled your head back and looked at him, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth as your hood fell exposing your face.

“My, what a pretty face you have,” Toji whispered as he kept playing with your clit, only soft enough to keep you wanting more, the pressure never enough.

With slowed precision moves he angled the knife and rocked it making you moan, the tension slowly cracking as you whined desperately trying to hump whatever you could.

He chortled watching you try to reach climax. His name muffled through the panties as tears stained them, your mascara ran down your cheeks in fat clumps.

“Remember this was all your idea, you wanted this, and now you’re going to take everything I give.”

Toji ripped the mask off and looked at you with a sinister gleam in his eye and a smirk as he unbuttoned your hood letting it fall to the ground. “Lay it out then get on your back.”

Your legs felt like jelly as you dropped to your knees spreading the thin fabric out on the dirt before you laid on your back hurriedly hiking your dress up over your hips.

With panties still stuffed in your mouth it was impossible to reply to him, only obey. He followed suit and dropped to the forest floor in between your spread legs.

His palms rested on your knees as he looked at your pussy. “Play with yourself a little bit, show me how naughty you can be.”

What was supposed to be role-play turned into something else completely different, you didn’t care for the plan any longer, and the only thing that riddled your brain was the need to cum.

With deft fingers you splayed yourself open to him, greedy eyes ate up the view, your pussy wet from the pill, and having Toji this close to you, his own desire evident that strained in his jeans as he sat back a little too enjoy the show you put on, his name rolled off your tongue umpteenth time as you slid two fingers inside your cunt.

They weren’t even close to your boyfriend's thick fingers, the ones that always curled and scissored against the silken confines of your pussy while his thumb stroked your clit before replacing it with his mouth making sure you came on his tongue before splitting you open on his cock.

“Feel good?” He asked gruffly as he popped the buttons to his jeans, the dull throbbing that radiated down the length of his dick all the way to his heavy balls was getting to be too much, he licked his lips slowly unzipping his zipper then finally, his cock sprang free, thick and long leaking pre-cum from the bulbous head.

You nodded wildly and propped yourself up on one elbow working your fingers faster inside you, wet suctioning could be heard as Toji matched your pace, his fingers wrapped around his shaft pumping up and down. “You’re so fucking hot like this, and you want me so bad, don’t you? Red Riding Hood wants the werewolf to fuck her dumb, isn’t that right?”

Your answer was a whine as you arched your back off the ground, even though the air was chilly due to it being late October you were still hot, burning up alive it felt like almost the way you ached for Toji to touch you.

“Oh, that’s right,” he laughed looking at your ruined panties still stuffed in your mouth, “you couldn’t even say anything, now scream my name.” He growled bending down and settled his weight on top of you, his mouth slotted over yours, his tongue stroked against yours as he kissed you deep and messily.

You moaned into his mouth using your free hand to grasp at his inky hair before pulling your fingers out mewling at the loss. “T-Toji, please! Just touch and fuck me! Need you so bad!” You begged and teared up, the ache blossomed into a heat that overtook you, your skin was on fire, and your blood boiled.

“Good job with the begging but my name isn’t Toji, remember?”

“Just-” You moaned and broke off with a sob, snot, and tears caked your face as you felt his cock press against your stomach, he chuckled and ground his hips making sure you felt it.

“Just what? Just feel how hard you make me, I think instead of taking what's in your basket I’ll just take you instead.”

His threat made your cunt clench around nothing as he leaned back to grab your calves in both hands pushing your legs to your chest and glanced down at your pussy, slick and swollen he knew you needed him and he was tired of waiting too, the role-play leaving his head as he hooked both arms under your knees before he stood to his full height with you in his arms.

You gasped and held his shoulders, there was nothing you could do, your legs were spread wide as he rubbed the head of his cock lifting you higher in the air. “I got you.” He whispered leaning in to kiss you as he thrust inside you, slowly making you feel every single inch of him.

Toji groaned tightening his arms around your waist and using his brute strength to bounce you up and down while bending his knees and meeting each wet sloppy thrust, he slid in and out of your cunt with agonizing movements, and for a moment you swore you could feel him throb inside you.

With weakened limbs, you wrapped your arms around his neck seeking his mouth in a wet kiss, your tongue tangled with his and you could taste the need for you, it was hot the way he fucked you, his passion to be inside and taste you could never compare to anyone else you’ve been with, and at the moment you pulled back to look at him you knew you wanted to marry him.

“I love the way you feel,” Toji grunted, his neck strained with his burning orgasm as he ground your clit against his pubic bone, the soft hair tickling as you clawed at his shoulders wanting him closer than he already was, you kissed your way up his neck to his jaw then his mouth again claiming him in a passionate kiss.

His fingers dug into the plush of your waist as you tried to milk him, your cunt fluttered hard and tight around his cock that was buried all the way to the hilt inside you, his head flirting with your cervix mixing a small brush of pain with the pleasure that overtook you.

“Cum! I wanna cum!” You babbled throwing your head back and letting him fuck you harder while spreading his legs to have more leverage, at this point, you didn’t have any objections to him using you as his personal fleshlight, your skin slapped together mixing in with the heavy panting and moaning as you finally gave in.

Toji could feel your pussy sucking him deeper as he stilled keeping you flush against him as he filled you with thick hot ropes of cum that leaked out from where you two were joined, you both panted heavily as you kissed him once more. He slowly kneeled down on your hood and helped you wrap your legs around his waist, the position he had you in earlier left your legs feeling like jelly.

He stroked your head softly as he stared at you, the stars and moon lighting his handsome face up while he stayed buried deep inside still hard and ready to go. “T-that was so amazing.” You whispered and giggled still drunk off the orgasm he gave you, the need to have another one set ablaze between your cum filled cunt as you rocked your hips holding his shoulders.

“My cock drunk slut just can’t get enough.” He teased cupping your ass giving you the support to slowly ride him, the mixture of cum soaked into his jeans that rubbed against you, the fabric irritated you a bit but it didn’t matter when Toji lifted up holding your thighs now fucking you again while capturing your lips in another kiss that stole your breath.

“Happy Halloween.” You whispered pulling him closer with your heart thrumming hard against your rib cage knowing tonight he was going to fuck you good and dumb, just what you deserve.

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pinkanonwrites · 3 months

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I doubt it will ever happen, but how cute would it be if Twisted Wonderland had a Pajama Day event?

Trey and Riddle with their nice flannel button-up sets compared to Ace and Deuce wearing their worn out undershirts and old track pants.

Vil in mulberry silk pajamas with a face mask. He can't stand Epel's worn-out linen shirt and basketball shorts.

Lilia with a nightgown, matching cap and candlestick holder (love you peepaw)

Idia with his stuffed animals and massive, fuzzy kitty cat slippers.

I just think it'd be really cute! Even if it was all, like, an SR set? I'd wanna collect them all.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #pink chat

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c-nstantine · 5 months

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Farmer!Clark Kent

Farmer!Clark Kent who moves back to Smallville after he retires from being a reporter. He's a bit older now (40-45), and he has a few grays coming in but it's okay because he just wants to work on the farm with animals.

Farmer!Clark Kent who is immediately taken by his new neighbor who bought the farmland next to his parents a few years ago. She's about fifteen years younger than him but he can't help but drool when she comes by in her daisy dukes with her thighs out to deliver a pie to welcome him back to Smallville.

Farmer!Clark Kent who works on the farm shirtless just in case she comes over or happens to drive by. One day she calls him over because her sink gets clogged and she needs help because no plumbers will come out this far.

Farmer!Clark Kent who was fully expecting to work on a sink, he came in in his wrangler jeans and his flannel with a baseball cap on. He was pleasantly surprised to see her only in silk shorts and a thin tank top. He decided right then that the sink wouldn't be fixed.

Farmer!Clark Kent who swears up and down that Ma and Pa kent raied him to be a fucking gentlemen but he loses all his control when seeing her. That's how he ends up fucking her against her couch in the living room. He promises that he'll take her on a proper date after this.

Farmer!Clark Kent who is glad that his farm is so secluded because that means he could fuck her outside and no one would even know. At this point, he's had her in the barn, the hay bales, and in the tractor. He promises her that he'll give her some babies to help keep the farm going.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #clark kent x black reader #clark x reader #clark kent x reader #clark kent x black!reader #clark kent #superman x black!reader

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theostrophywife · 5 months

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style | the slytherin boys.

author's note: just a silly little post about what I personally think each boy's aesthetic would be.

TOM is dark academia.

blazers, houndstooth vests, tweed jackets, oxford shoes, classic white button ups, plaid trousers, tortoiseshell glasses, and tailored coats.

REGULUS is light academia.

white billowy shirts, wingtips, slim fit trousers, uni jumpers, suspenders, silk button downs, argyle vests, and family heirloom necklaces.

MATTHEO is soft grunge.

tattered band tees, classic chuck taylors, faded flannels, shredded black denim jeans, leather jackets, cargo pants, beat up doc martens, and chunky rings.

THEO is indie skaterboy.

oversized patterned jumpers, carhartt jackets, vintage graphic tees, baggy jeans, chunky chain necklaces, high top vans, beanies in every color, and tote bags.

DRACO is old money.

tailored suits, perfectly pressed dress shirts, italian leather shoes, silk pocket squares, neutral turtlenecks, expensive wristwatches, dark dress pants, and family heirloom rings.

BLAISE is preppy athleisure.

rugby shirts, cricket sweaters, new balance trainers, fleece sweatpants, puffer jackets, monogrammed socks, functional fanny packs, and bucket hats.

ENZO is cottagecore.

chunky knit sweaters, floral print button downs, denim overalls, pastel vests, gingham shirts, corduroy pants, crochet scarves, and homemade friendship bracelets.

#slytherin boys #theo nott #mattheo riddle #draco malfoy #regulus black #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire

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mermaidgirl30 · 1 month

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✨Comfort in His Arms✨

A/N: This is really just a little Drabble about being comforted in Joel’s arms and being deeply loved by him. It’s so soft, and I really needed this lately, and I hope it will bring comfort to all my lovely friends on here 🥹

Summary: A little Drabble about enjoying the sunrise while you’re being comforted and held by Joel. Soft, gentle, warm. He’s your forever.

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Word Count: 767

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Your eyes peel open, marble sun bursts fading through the sheer curtains. Shades of gold and orange painting the tan walls as wafts of fresh brewed coffee and clean soap surround you. You rock gently in the wooden rocking chair, the one you always found so comforting in this house. Except you’re not alone, not even in your own house. No. You’re with Joel. In his arms, in his house, in his chair. Your favorite place is all three of those wrapped up into one. Anything that’s his is.

Still. It’s so still outside, quiet as you slowly rock back and forth in the wooden rocking chair. His chair. Art he made with his own strong hands. He was always so crafty, so talented, so good at everything he made. But that wasn’t all he was good at. He was also good at comforting you, enveloping you in his entire broad being as he made every day a comfort day for you.

It’s like you’re in your own little bubble. The outside world completely nonexistent when you’re in his house, in his arms, in his lap, in his chair. It’s your own little heaven, a forever paradise where you want to continue to stay for the rest of your days.

Warm. He’s so warm, as warm as the sun’s blazing rays. Fiery, intense, blinding, just like his passion for you is.

Safe. Dispelling all forms of worry, stress, or fears. He’s a safe haven, a towering fortress that blankets you in his strong arms. Safe. That’s where you feel it most. In his arms.

Soft. He’s so soft as his calloused fingers trail down your sun kissed arms, his fingers running slowly through your thick hair like silk on the tip of your skin.

Gentle. The way he kisses you gently on the forehead, trailing his salt and pepper scruff carefully over your jawline as you breathe him in. Coffee and mahogany dancing over your senses as you breathe him deep. And then it’s only him in your system, always just him. Dwindling down to connect with every fiber of your being, tugging on your heart strings as it beats only for him.

It’s only him. It’s always just been him. Joel, Joel, Joel. Your infinite sunlight that continues to surround you and bathe you in glistening warmth. And all you see is him, those deep brown eyes that sink through you like raindrops pounding on the lake, pulling you under as you drown in him again and again and again. Infinite. He is infinite, forever.

You slowly rock in the chair, your body wrapped around his as he holds you close in his lap, his calloused fingers running slowly through your hair, down your arms, trailing over your silky lips. He’s everywhere, a complete blanket of warmth, your comfort, exactly what you need now.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers as he kisses the top of your head and pulls you tighter against his broad chest. “Such a sweet girl, darlin’. You’re so beautiful,” he slurs, sleep coating over his deep drawl as you breathe him in deep and slow.

You hug your arms around him, hooking your fingers into his soft blue flannel as his large hand rubs slow circles down your back. “Ain’t nobody gonna harm you, angel. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby girl.”

His words carry around the room, a promise he’ll never let anything hurt you again. This is the place you can release all your worries, your stress, your problems. It’s in this room, in his chair, in his lap, in Joel’s home. And you’re finally safe. Finally able to breathe as long as you're in his arms. This is where you belong. With him.

He sinks his lips against yours. Soft, plush lips that coat you in love. You fall into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your fingers tangle through his tousled curls. He cups the back of your head, lips parting so he can slot his tongue between your teeth, dancing his tongue against yours as they seem to meld and form into one. And then it’s fire. Simmering, hot warmth that burns through your soul, leaving you completely breathless in the moment. It’s love, it’s always been love. And you stay like that for the entire morning as the sun slowly rises in the violet sky.

Joel is your home, your peace, your happiness, everything you have to live for. It’s Joel. And you finally feel that you’re home because you are.

Joel is home. Your safe, happily ever after. Joel.

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