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[dezinomania]

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[dineshartshop]

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[permanentreverie]

almost had a breakdown at the mall today so might fool around and watch a romcom. As a treat.

[helengie]

(via "Manipura, Solar Plexus Chakra" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by HelenGie)

The face of a woman in a sunflower flower inspired by the solar plexus chakra. Theme towards balancing the yellow chakra.

[lamariposaverdeblog]

Vegi's Fitted Scoop T-Shirt by lamariposaverde

[camillcy]

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[palaceglow]

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[chestersturniolo]

ᒪᗩTE ᑎIGᕼT ᗪIᗩᒪ

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

In which; you drunk dial your boyfriend matt, and he takes care of you.

Warnings; drunk!reader - alcohol consumption, fluffy, pet names.

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The night was in full swing, the club lights flashing with the bass that thumped through the air. Laughter, shouts, and the clinking of glasses filled the space as you danced with your friends, feeling the warmth of the alcohol seep through your veins. 

The buzz was strong, making everything seem brighter, happier, and just a little bit more intense. But as the night went on, something began to tug at your heart—a longing, an emptiness that the music and laughter couldn't quite fill.

You stumble out onto the sidewalk infront of the club. Clumsily fishing your phone out of your bag, the bright screen blinding you for a moment. Your fingers fumbled to find his number, and before you knew it, you were calling him. 

"Hey baby" Matt's voice was soft, but you could hear the concern laced in his tone. "What's up?"

"Mattttttt-“ you slurred into the phone, "-I miss youuuu"

You could hear him chuckle softly on the other end, though it was tinged with worry. 

"I miss you too sweetheart. How much have you had to drink?"

In your drunken , boyfriend missing state, the mere sound of Matts voice made your eyes well up with drunk tears. 

"Mmm I don’t know… just a little… or maybe a lot” you mumbled, a tear escaping down your cheek as you sniffle. "I just wanna see you mattyyy i miss youuu” you repeat, whining into the phone.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay" he said, his voice calming. "Let me pick you up baby, okay? Just stay where you are, I’ll be there soon alright?” 

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you, and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. "Alright”

~

True to his word, Matt arrived not long after, his car pulling up to the curb outside the club. You squint through your blurred vision to see him getting out of the car and walking over to you.

Your eyes light up at the sight of him 

“Matttttt!!!” you cheer, hurrying over to him. You stumble over your own feet losing your balance, luckily not too far from Matt, as he lunges forward to catch you.

"Woah! It’s okay, I’ve got you" he assured, holding you close as you clung to him.

He helped you into the car, gently buckling your seatbelt before getting in on his side. The drive was quiet, the hum of the engine a comforting background noise as you leaned your head against the window, feeling the cold glass against your flushed skin. Matt glancing over at you often. The city lights blurred past you, and you felt the exhaustion from the night starting to catch up.

Finally Matt pulls up in his driveway, and makes his way to the passenger door, he swings it open to see you mid yawn, as you follow it with a big sigh. He lets out a small chuckle as he leans forward, scooping you into his arms bridal style. 

“Come on,you” he says, carrying you out of the car, and into the house.

Once inside, he brings you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the edge of the bathtub. He kneels in front of you, his hands gentle as he began to remove your makeup. 

"You don’t need all this stuff” he murmured as he wiped away the smudged eyeliner and mascara, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "You’re beautiful just the way you are”

A cheesy grin spread on your face 

“No YOU’RE beautiful” you slur , booping his nose. 

Matts eyes roll teasingly as he smirks at your actions with a shake of his head.

Wiping off the last of your makeup.

~

Matt leads you into his bedroom, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist to to steady your swaying. He helped you out of your clothes, before grabbing one of his oversized t-shirts.

“Up” he softly orders.

you fling your arms up as Matt slides the tshirt over your body, placing a kiss onto your cheek. A smile creeps onto his face, that always seems to appear when you wear his clothes. 

"Let’s get you some water, okay?" he said, guiding you to the bed and sitting you down. He disappeared for a moment before returning with a glass of water. "Here, drink up, sweetheart" he said, holding the glass to your lips.

You took a few sips, letting out an approving “Mmph” , the cool liquid soothing your throat. Matt watched you with a careful eye, making sure you drank enough before setting the glass on the nightstand.

Then, he gently tucked you into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin. He reached over to the other side of the bed, grabbing Mr.Wrinkleton and tucking him in with you. A smile quickly forms on your face as you pull the stuffed animal against you.

Matt leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then forehead. "Sleep tight, baby. I’m right here if you need me"

You gently nod as you feel your eyes growing heavy, the warmth of the bed and the comfort of Matt’s presence pushing you into a peaceful sleep. Just before you drifted off, you felt his hand brush a stray hair from your face

“I love you” he whispers.

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A/N; hope you enjoyed loves🤍

- 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒆 ♡

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[mallowsweetmiri]

Bestfriend!Remus with no boundaries again because I’m a slut for this trope

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part 1

“Remi!” you slurred, reaching out with open arms as your best friend stepped into the common room after his prefect rounds. It was unfortunate timing, really, as the Marauders had thrown a surprise birthday party for Mary, and Remus had forgotten about his duties. He’d given Mary her gift at dinner and promised to return in time for one shot. But it was clear now that most of you were already piss drunk, and Remus couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of your clearly drunken state.

“Y/N, darling,” he purred, coming over to embrace you, “I thought I told you to be careful tonight?” You blushed deeply at his words and looked at your feet.

“Well, yes but-” you stumbled to the side, Remus grasping your arms to keep you steady.

“Okay. It’s okay,” he muttered, snaking his arm around your waist to support you. “Let’s take you upstairs.” You immediately pouted at this, trying to pull away from his grasp.

“B-but Rem! I can’t leave the party,” you whined, tugging at his arm. Remus looked around the room. Peter was passed out on an armchair, Mary was snogging Sirius in a circle of barely functioning Gryffindors, and the rest of your friends were nowhere to be seen.

“I think it will be okay, Y/N,” Remus chuckled, practically carrying you to the stairs, “let’s just get you upstairs, okay?” You pouted again but nodded, trying to walk alongside Remus. This was proving difficult and he ended up just scooping you into his arms to take you to his dorm. He opened the door, revealing James passed out on his bed, clothes and shoes still on. Remus breathed out a laugh at the state of his two friends. He shut the door with his foot and carried you to his bed, gently setting you down. “Oh Merlin, Y/N,” Remus grumbled, pulling up the top of your dress that was currently halfway down your tits. You chuckled and covered you chest with your hands.

“Can I-“ you hiccuped, “borrow a tshirt to sleep in?” Remus sighed and went to his dresser, pulling out a shirt for you. You tried to stand up but fumbled forward into Remus’ arms. Luckily, he was very adept at catching you.

“How much did you drink, dove?” Remus asked softly, still holding his shirt in his hands.

“Maybe a little too much,” you groaned, burrowing your face into his chest. You felt it shake as he chuckled. You gave a small smile as you looked up at him, “can you help me with my zipper, please?” Remus sighed and nodded, using his hands to spin you around. He pulled gently on the zipper, dragging it down to the small of your back. You tried to shimmy out of the tight dress but continued to stumble, you body lacking any coordination at this point. You groaned in annoyance.

“Here, love. Just let me do it,” Remus purred, grabbing your bare waist to keep you study. He used his other hand to tug the dress down over your bum. Once it had fallen to your ankles, you tried to step out of it, but your heels got caught in the fabric. You would’ve fell flat on your face if it wasn’t for Remus wrapping his arms around your naked torso and pulling you back against his chest. “Merlin, Y/N,” he hissed.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, tears threatening to bubble up in a drunken mess. Remus buried his face in your shoulder and groaned slightly.

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N. I’m just worried about you. Just try to stay still, okay?” Remus said softly. You nodded and tried to do as he said. “Put your arms up,” he instructed. You did as you were told and felt him slip the shirt over your head. “Good girl. Now just turn,” he guided you with his hands, turning you around and setting your body down onto his mattress. “Stay there,” he mumbled, dropping to his knee and pulling your dress off of your shoes. Next, he unstrapped your heels, gently setting them next to his trunk.

“Thank you,” you smiled sheepishly, holding your arms out for him. He let out a breathe of relief and came for to embrace you. He hummed into your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m going to get changed and get you some water,” he said, laying you back onto his bed. “Just wait here.” You nodded obediently and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, stripping it off and tossing it on his trunk. Next came his pants and socks, before he pulled on his pajama pants. Your drunken mind raced at the sight, something you’d seen hundreds of times. Your eyes followed him as he moved to grab a cup, using aguamenti to fill it with water for you. He set in next to the bed.

“Thank you,” you muttered again. He hummed in response and climbed over you, pulling you into an embrace as he cuddled next to you.

“Of course, now let’s go to sleep,” he mumbled with a yawn, pulling you flush against his body. You felt yourself blush at this, your drunkenness affecting your body in more ways than one.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, pressing your hips back lightly into his. He grunted and tightened his grip on your waist.

“Go to sleep, Y/N,” he grumbled. You stifled a laugh and shut your eyes, happy that you had such a good friend looking out for you.

[dezinomania]

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[buckets-and-trees]

You've been out with your girls, having delicious drinks and loosening to the music. When you get back home you try to be quiet and stealthy, but your coordination is slightly off and the giggle just spills out.

Did you wake up your partner? or was he waiting for you and greets you with an exasperated sigh? Maybe he's sleeping and you crawl into bed and on top of him to wake him up for more fun?

No doubt about it, this is you and Devour!Bucky. Even if he hadn't recently put an engagement ring on your finger, you're so into him that no one tempted you or turned your head in the slightest while you were out, but he was on your mind quite frequently. So much so that you know you're not going back to your place tonight. You have your uber driver take you to his penthouse. (Bucky is ready for you to move in the second you say the word.)

You find him reading in bed, and the second he spots you, he smirks and his eyes darken. He gets out of bed, meets you halfway across the room, soundly kisses you, and starts helping you strip out of your sexy outfit while you ogle him and caress his impressive biceps. You alternate between babbling at him about your night out and pressing kisses to any part of him that is close to your mouth. He strips the soft tshirt right off his back and dresses you in it for the night (he loves having you in his clothes), then scoops you up and gently takes you to bed where he lets you continue to give him half sentences about your adventure, but you keep getting distracted by his lips and wanting more kisses.

You're frisky and want a little more than his kisses.

But he's a good enough kisser and you're sleepy and tipsy enough that he keeps you occupied with some heavy making out until you finally tuck in and fall asleep.

But he's ready to and looking forward to ruining you in the morning.

In the meantime he's just as happy to have you curled up next to him all night and pleased that you sought out his bed unprompted to cap off your night out with the girls.

[dineshartshop]

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[timedhoney]

MDNI.

His parents are in the next room over, you think tiredly. You’ll have to be quiet.

The warming yellow glow of the bedside lamp soothes the gentle planes of haechan’s face. He seems to glow from within anyway, soft light or no. The endearment in his eyes as he looks at how your hair is splayed across his pillow. Your heartbeat thumping as though time has been honeyed. You reach up for an open mouthed kiss, pulling his lower lip into your mouth so you can taste his sound of choked pleasure. You unhurriedly pull it further into your mouth in an attempt to bring him closer.

He’s happy to visit home, you can tell. He sheds a persona here, revealing the soft side of him you’ve always adored. Happy to come visit and announce your engagement. Happy to show you off.

The room is hot, though not stuffy. It’s relaxing, like the sensation of his hips pinning yours to the bed. The warmth of his legs seeping into the white sheets around you. The promise of something firm in his boxers that you’re very eager to explore.

You offer your neck to his searching mouth, a moan gently rising from you as he finds his favorite spot at the junction of the shoulder. Smiling lazily, you wrap your legs around him further as you passively notice the moon hanging in his window. The summer night breeze is warm enough that you get to appreciate how it compliments his gauzy curtains rippling with the wind’s soft breath.

You’re brought back into proper focus as he smoothly glides a hand beneath your shirt, fingers splayed wide across your stomach as he moves up. You dreamily offer up the sound of his name he slides further up, up, up under your soft tshirt and finally teasingly pinches at the soft underside of your tits.

You look at him scoldingly but he just laughs, and those mischievous eyes dance underneath the hem of your shirtas he nips at the site in apology. Pulling at his hair seems a fitting punishment. His breathy moan only confirms this.

His hands now wander to your waistband, pulling his old boxers smoothly down your legs as he dramatically throws the duvet back. Tongue warm and wet as he licks you in a way that takes everything away from you. Hands still in his hair as you urge him to suck on your clit.

He doesn't need any urging. A hint of teasing teeth before he has you writhing and biting your lip to keep quiet. You like it best when you can feel his hint of a smile as he buries his face further.

He brings you to a gentle orgasm, rolling rhythmically not unlike the ocean's tides, you muse. He has the effect of making you think these types of sugary thoughts. Only then does he rise back up to kiss you, lips holding that beautiful sheen that makes your kiss that much dirtier.

The first glide of him into you is something you frequently daydream of. Haechan's appreciative whine and whisper of "so fucking good" tells you he feels the same way. One hand holding onto his bed frame in desperate hopes it doesn't squeak. His hair curls around his neck in sweaty effort and you laugh at how this makes you wetter.

Eventually he crushes you in an embrace, hips rutting in the delicious way that tells you he's close. This is always your favorite part, and you close your eyes to catalogue the sensation. The head of his dick catching you in just the right way. How his back muscles ripple against your fingers, skin tan and smooth. The way his thrusts turn to desperate scoops, like a teenage boy humping against your leg. How his voice cracks when he says he's close. How could you say no when he asks, "inside?" You wouldn't want to make a mess in his parents home, after all. How he shudders as he comes in you as deeply as he can. How he uses his fingers to scoop his cum out of you, spreading it glistening over your clit as he makes quick work of a second orgasm for you.

You tuck him in as you head to the bathroom to pee, pressing your lips to his forehead.

By the time you return his breathing is already deep and regular. You toss your leg over his hip as you slide back into bed and let the way his chest rises and falls take you to your dreams.

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 9th

leon kennedy x mirror sex

when dating leon kennedy, watching him simply move was a privilege.

from years of gaining strength, leon’s body had sculpted itself into something you’d only see delicately painted in museums or sculpted into ancient statues standing proud and naked outside castles. you could watch him all day, from the way he’d casually roll his sore shoulders after a particularly tense workout — his back muscles dancing beneath the tight fabric of his compression tshirt as he’d stand in the kitchen making a snack, to the way his biceps would tense and relax — carrying in all of your shopping bags to the house in one trip, because leon was not a two trip kind of man.

this of course, extends to sex. the intimacy often times started because of the staring problem you’d gained from dating him, sauntering over when you’d zone out watching him unpack groceries with an adorable dazed expression on your face, gently cupping beneath your chin and tilting his head with that warm smirk of his. “y’know, it’s rude to stare.” he’d chide before leaning in to all but shove his tongue down your throat (definitely not complaining.)

perhaps that’s why you’d had him install that giant mirror facing your bed, watching him fit it to the wall and do all that handyman shit you thought was so sexy. “any reason you want it right here?” he casually slid into conversation midway through putting it up, the slightest of inflections in his tone suggesting he knew exactly why.

“no reason.”

it doesn’t take long to become painfully clear why, when he’s got you facing it in doggy style, staring straight through the mirror at the way his godly form rolls his hips into you, making his abs ripple and the meat of your ass recoil with each thud from his pelvis. you also get to stare at the way his skin is slightly glowing from sweat, and the look of concentration on his face as he tucks his tshirt beneath his chin, watching down at the way he fucks into you.

“so this was your plan all along huh? wanted to watch me ruin you?” through his breathlessness leon manages to smirk at you, strong hand gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them obscenely as he briefly slows his thrusts. at being called out, you feel your face heat and you retreat, burying your cheek into the bed to avoid his amused yet accusatory gaze.

as quickly as you do this, you’re being swept upwards.

“no, you wanted to watch — so watch.”

it’s not forceful or unkind, just so unapologetically leon. he’s scooped you so that you’re upright, back arched and his mouth by your ear. he wraps a strong bicep across your neck in almost a headlock, which makes you clench around him all the same. you looked so weak and pathetic like this, his hips continuing to smack against you as he fucks you just like that, the both of you on your knees, upright facing the mirror. your less forceful hands grip at his strong arm, holding on for dear life as he continues to take you infront of the mirror.

you relax, letting him do whatever he wants and finally let yourself lock eyes with him through the reflection again. his lips skim your cheekbone as he speaks, low and quietly. “atta girl. seem like you’re enjoying the show.”

[lamariposaverdeblog]

Vegi's Fitted Scoop T-Shirt by lamariposaverde

[brainddeadd]

Hi hun!!

Could you maybe write something about a domestic dom relationship with Bang Chan? One of those

We have rules for the bedroom but also have rules for everyday life (eat meals, shower, make sure to call once a day, etc..)

Thank you!

fluff

Domestic dom Channie who makes you your drink of choice in the morning, getting out any medicines you need to take and making sure there's a healthy, filling breakfast waiting for you.

Domestic dom Channie who either packs you lunch, or sends you money to make sure you've eaten. He pouts if you come home with your lunch still packed neatly in your bag.

Domestic dom Channie who texts you throughout the day to make sure you've eaten and are drinking water. He scolds you when you confess that you haven't.

Domestic dom Channie who placed his hand on your back when you walk, to make sure he doesn't lose you, and to keep you close without hindering your ability to use your hands.

Domestic dom Channie who shows up at your work when it's two hours after your work day is finished and you're still not home yet. He drags you out, muttering about how he's going to lock you away and force you to rest for once.

Domestic dom Channie who pulls you to his chest, mumbling a soft "just rest". And you've never been one to ignore Chan when he's being serious, so you oblige and promptly pass the fuck out.

Domestic dom Channie who runs you a bath and helps you wash your hair. He helps you in and out of the bath, never letting his eyes wander. He knows that's not what you need.

Domestic dom Channie who tells you that you have to call him at least once a day while he's away. He wants to ask for proof of food and water consumption, but he knows that's too far.. for now.

Domestic dom Channie who sends you long texts when he's away, detailing how much he misses you, loves you, and hopes you're eating well and taking care of yourself.

Domestic dom Channie who freaks out when you don't call him once. He's panicking, 53 missed calls, over 100 texts. He's talking to the managers about going home when you finally call him back. He's relieved that you're ok, and that you were just having a long sleep, but he begs you to never do that to him again.

Domestic dom Channie who knows when you need him to leave you the fuck alone and makes himself busy, keeping an eye on you from afar and making sure you know he's there indirectly. He still makes you your food, but he doesn't bring it to you - instead he places it in the microwave or fridge for you to get when you need. He does his work from the same room, rather than locking himself away in the studio or dorms. He texts the boys to get them to check in on you - he knows you need the support.

Domestic dom Channie who’s waiting for you, arms open, ready for you to collapse into him when you need him there. He wraps you up in his arms and holds you to him, letting you use him as a recharging station for your mind and soul.

Domestic dom Channie who comes home late from the studio and finds you passed out on the couch, still in your work clothes. He scoops you up into his arms and takes you to bed, gently removing any makeup you might wear. He carefully undresses you from your work clothes, and pulls one of his tshirts over your head, knowing you like the way they smell and how big and comfy they are on you.

Domestic dom Channie who just really loves you and wants to take care of you.