#( x. mun things )

[misteria247]

Fiddleford slowly helping Stanley get used to touching. Like-

Stanley's only really known the kind of touches that involve a fist to the jaw or being grabbed roughly and shoved. Touches meant to do harm to him rather than being kind. And Fidds he notices the way Stanley seems to expect these rough touches from literally everyone other than Ford and Fidds. So he starts small.

Gentle pats on Stan's shoulders or back. Brushing up against his arm with his. Just gentle touches that won't set him into fight mode. Then Fiddleford moves onto things like gently grasping Stan's arm or giving him a hug. It keeps going, with each new touch seemingly doing something. And Stan's just conflicted because other than his twin, he's never really had anyone treat him with such care and kindness when it comes to physical things and affection.

Slowly Stan can't help but want to be near Fidds all the time, to feel his gentle hands on him that ground him when he feels lost or about to break. It's these touches and kind, tender hands and signs of affection that make Stanley fall hard for the nerdy scientist. And Fidds he falls in love seeing Stanley open up, and showing the same type of tenderness in return. Something that he sees constantly displayed towards Ford and now him.

Soon those touches become something they both cherish and do subconsciously. An instinct that they can't fight. Always near one another to feel each other's presence. A rock for the other, a home that's tender and kind and full of warmth.

Just ughhhhh do you get what I'm putting down???

[asimpforthe80s]

[ask-trialduo]

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform

There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.

You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.

You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.

You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.

When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.

You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.

"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.

While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.

“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.

The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.

“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.

It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.

“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.

You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.

"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.

He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.

You talk and Hopper eats.

Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.

Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.

Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.

Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.

"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.

"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.

Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.

Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.

Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.

Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.

"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."

Completed: 07/29/23

Posted on: 10/19/23

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[reddevilmcnt]

Greetings! 😁 I'm a 30+ writer (any pronouns) with multi-para/novella and NSFW/smut experience, seeking other descriptive writers with similar backgrounds.

I'm loving The Bear and am looking to write Carmy against someone's male oc or even a Sydney. Bring on the pining, the love-hate or friends to lovers vibes, the attempts to tear through trauma. And, of course, all the getting triggered in the kitchen (but finding love over food, too.)

I do not fade to black or rapid-fire post, nor do I have the ability to post daily (although I can chat OOC about the rp.) My posts can and will get long and I prefer taking my time with them, so fast/short-term rp is not my thing. Darker themes and kink-related smut will have to be balanced well with actual storylines. A plot/smut ratio of 50/50 or a little more plot than smut is typically fine with me; I usually go with what flows the best character wise and makes sense. Character exploration and development are always needed so please be able to help me plot.

When it comes down to smut, I strictly write for Tops and Dominant characters, although I don't make that their whole personalities. My characters are complex and will have vulnerabilities; they will cry and develop certain weaknesses for their love interests. I love writing against bottoms, so long as my partner helps me to create a story and move along the plot.

Please be willing to share writing samples with me, and I will do so in return. Please interact with this post to get started, and then I will DM you for other info! I also only feel like writing over Discord right now, thank you. c:

[deliveringspookzandtreatz]

gonna try to take care of some drafts. i will rb memes soon for yall to answer as well, imma try to do some drafts here and @/theoldsecretkeeper

im also not gonna be on much tmr. I got 2 christmas parties i gotta go to + church so yeah hfhdjd

[fishymedic]

I am holding out that he is friend shaped/so varied in dynamics potential interaction wise But also, I am offering virtual hugs to whoever goes for calling dibs on pre established variety things like 'hey in his piltover raised verse they were childhood friends in passing who got in trouble at some big event'

[undyingmedium]

I hope you achieve your dream...I just also hope it doesn't cost the world for it

I'm doing my best to make sure it won't, but even if it does I'll be ready to make my decisions and set my priorities right. In any case, thank you for your kind hope and I wish you the same!

[pocket-sized-love]

Hey there fellow pokephiles! I wanted to ask anyone that wants to, if they'd be willing to come into my inbox and share their love of pokemon.

You can share anything you like! Sexual desires, stories about your first loves, your current partnerships, past partnerships, your preferences, funny or heartwarming stories. You can even share others' stories, as long as you're not giving me identifying information.

The only thing I will not post is asks talking about their pokemon or pokemon in a manner I find is abusive or dangerous. I only promote consensual relationships on this blog!

Anon is on for your comfort guys, I look forward to hearing all about how much you love Pokemon! <3

[littlebunnyotaku]

I just wanted to say, I see your request and I'm working on them!! I'm just extremely busy rn!!'

i promise I'm going to have a request about I-No coming out soon!! I just need to finish some testing.

[misteria247]

Fiddleford feeling safe around Stanley.

It's not easy for him to feel that feeling much. After everything he's witnessed and been through, yet with Stan it's a completely different thing. Stanley has this calming aura to him, despite his gruff and blunt exterior. There's this air to him that screams safety and protection. A warmth and kindness that always puts Fidds at ease, like a warm blanket that completely covers him. Secure and grounding in every definition of the word. Stan's entire presence is one that helps Fidds, a lighthouse in a storm that Fiddleford is lost in. A support that he needs, that's more than willing to give it to him.

[asimpforthe80s]

[pegasus-parfait]

//To be honest, I think black coffee without sugar would suit Pikario better than Black Tea. However that picrew didn't have black colored beverages unfortunately.

[toxichem]

what is your underlying motif ? → the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

tagged by : @prkh tagging : @galaxythixf , @dimensionalspades , @knifvd , @timewounded , and anyone else !

[reddevilmcnt]

30+ experienced writer looking for other 20+ descriptive, multi-paragraph roleplay partners comfortable with NSFW, smut, and plotting. Currently looking for a Criminal Minds roleplay centered on the Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid ship, and I would prefer to write as Derek. I definitely want a good balance of story driven things and smut, and would prefer to build up the relationship and see how the tension plays out between friends who are attracted to each other but also put hunting some of the worst types of predators first. I do not want to shy away from the darker themes of the show and would prefer a partner who can write the angst and drama with me along with everything else. Please feel free to share with me your ideas, preferences, or any plots you might want to use from canon! When it comes down to smut, I strictly write for Tops and Dominant characters, although I don't make that their whole personalities. My characters are complex and will have vulnerabilities; they will cry and develop certain weaknesses for their love interests. I love writing against bottoms, so long as my partner helps me to create a story and move along the plot. This roleplay will be taking place over Discord, so please interact with this post and I will reach out to you!

[epitomees]

((DON’T MIND ME GOING ABSOLUTELY BONKERS OVER THE VALENTINE’S DATE WITH NAOTO!!))