#n/sfw concept

[ungodlywords]

Edging a pretty boy for so long they become lightheaded and a mumbling mess. Slurring their words, when they beg for to be allowed to cum. Drooling each time they feel my hand stroke their sensitive cock. Pretty boy ready to make a pretty mess for me. How cute.

#briellewritessmut #hard kink #spicy content #smut #n/sfw #fem/dom #n/sft #content warning #n/sfw concept #nsft puppy #nsft concept #nsft text #sub dom #gentle domination #dumbification

[venuslore]

sitting on rafe's lap always drives him insane. he loves the way your bum looks, all heart-shaped and cute on top of him, and he always purposely leans back. man-spreading beneath you so that you're more situated on his crotch. he instantly goes fuzzy in the head, and breathes in sharply when you slowly start to roll your hips against him. "fuck, keep doin' that and i'm gonna make a mess," he groans in your ear. you just laugh lowly, knowing that you have him in the palm of your hands, "maybe that's what i want." you continue to move, feeling him grow hard between your legs, "oh, i fucking bet you do." he retorts, a groan coming from the back of his throat. your panties grow wetter and every so often his cock hits your clit, pulling a moan from you. his breath deepens, breaking up the praises he's giving you, his chest rising and falling dramatically. he feels so good, your moisture transferring to his pants as you grind harder on him. it all starts to become too much and he throws his head back, eyes clenched shut as he reaches for anything to grab onto, settling for your hips as you roll yourself against him a few more times. "holy fuck, baby," he exclaims, pants soaking up his mess as he lets it all out.

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #rafe cameron ᰔ #— not sfw ! ᰔ #rafe cameron thoughts #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fic #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x reader

[nickgoesinsane]

listen, just imagine like, hobie and villain reader?? like ofc he never puts them into police custody they just go somewhere and fuck to end the battle? it’s almost like a trade with how many times they do it

also praising/degrading hobie????

“my big, strong spider-man, huh?”

or

“such a pathetic mess for someone at the top of the city..”

Hobie never actually intends to put you in jail. You’re stealing from the rich and bothering the police— who cares? That’s bloody wicked! You’re fun, a wild thing that has his spidey sense going crazy and his heart pounding in his chest when you chase him around the city. You’ll exchange a few blows, rough each other up, but the fight will always end the same.

With your cock splitting him open and your hand around his throat. You smile down at him with those sharp teeth of yours, ramming into him until stars burst behind his eyelids and his voice goes raw from screaming. “My sweet, darling spider. So strong and fast,” You coo into his pierced ears, licking up the sweat dampening his neck, “but so fucking weak.”

He comes against your stomach with a choked off cry.

Black Cats are something else.

#╰┈➤ nick answers ! #can you tell i like the concept of a black cat reader? #spiderman brainrot #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #black cat reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w

[celestibabs]

pairing; billy hargrove x f!reader

contents; 18+ mdni. boudoir photography, heavy petting, dry humping if you squint | wc: 1k

note; starting off simple for my return to writing... nothing too long or too spicy, but we all know that won't last very long.

Billy snatches the cigarette from his mouth as if it scolded his taste buds, flipping the envelope you’d handed him in his hand with intrigue. His perfect blonde eyebrow raised in query, he raises his gaze at you pointedly. 

“What is it?” He speaks flatly, exhaling the smoke in his lungs slowly so it kisses at his cheekbones. 

“Just open it,” you murmur quietly, worrying your lower lip with your teeth. Billy hums softly, fussing with the lip of the envelope with his fingertips and teasing your nerves. 

You’d tortured yourself over a Christmas gift for Billy, thinking of all possible options and how he’d be entirely unimpressed. Minus a new set of weights or a large tub of some kind of protein-shake powder, you knew he’d probably shove your gift in a cupboard and forget about it until he needed to take the Christmas lights out next year. 

Desperation had kicked in around two weeks before Christmas day. Wandering in and out of the few shops in Hawkins like a demented zombie had resulted in empty hands and muttered curses of frustration. Unprompted comments by Billy insisting that he didn’t want any gifts had fueled your indignation, especially given his tone had somehow strayed into something pitiful in comparison to the monotonous, bored drawl he usually offered.  

The idea came to you spontaneously. Nancy had called to tell you about a playful tiff she’d had with Jonathan over some Playboy magazine’s she’d found in his bedroom while moving her things in for Christmas. Her voice had practically faded into oblivion when you’d remembered the torn-out Playboy pages plastered to the wall above Billy’s dresser. 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that Billy was pulling apart the ribbon you’d tied around the neatly wrapped gift, you’d begun to feel queasy.

Before tearing the wrapping paper, Billy prolongs your suffering with a smug smirk, clearly noticing your anticipation. He lifts the item, shaking it like a five year old rattling their present box as though it would offer insight into what lay inside. “Give me a hint.”

“Billy,” you huff, exasperated already with his antics, “Just open the stupid thing before I take it back.” 

He hums, finally pinching the edge of the wrapping between his thumb and forefinger before pulling upwards, the paper ripping open to reveal the contents inside. 

Billy paused, slowly exhaling the dregs of his cigarette in a gentle stream of smoke through his nose. 

Your heart catches. 

The glossy pages of the personalised Playboy Magazine rippled slightly as Billy brought the images closer for a better look. It was unmistakably you on the front cover, perched in a seductive position on a stool dressed in an unbuttoned blouse with peaks of the black, lacy lingerie you wore underneath. 

Poor Jonathan had been mortified when you’d begged him to take the last minute images. Despite his reluctance, and Nancy observing his every move to ensure he didn’t stare too long, he’d worked hard to ensure he could emulate the magazine quality. Of course, you hadn’t told him who they were for.

You knew you looked fantastic, but Billy’s silence was unnerving you. 

“There’s more inside,” you murmur, cheeks burning, “Some don’t have my face in them so you can tear them out and put them on your wall.” 

Another slow exhale, Billy’s eyes flitting over the magazine cover had your heart lurching in fear. Was he angry? He still didn’t say much when he began to thumb through the pages, stopping on a particularly scandalous page where you swept aside the bounce to reveal the curve of your breast, lips parted seductively but the image excluding the rest of your face. 

“Billy, I’m–” 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, taking his cigarette from his lips and stubbing it into an ashtray settled on the arm of the sofa you’re both perched on. “You want me to pin photos of you half naked on my wall, for everyone to see?”

Billy reaches forwards, taking a hold of your chin in his palm and pulling you forwards so your noses bumped together. Your breath hitches, seizing in your throat when you feel Billy’s breath fan across your face. 

“You little slut,” Billy coos, his free hand working its way between your knees to inch up the inside of your thigh. His touch leaves a delicious burn, like the smouldering embers of his cigarette end had set his fingertips alight. 

Billy’s lips brush against your own as he speaks, his fingers ghosting over the seam of your trousers to apply slight, teasing pressure to your clit. “I’ll put them up on the wall opposite the door. Make sure everyone gets to see how much of a slut you are for me.” 

You can see Billy’s cock straining against the right denim of his jeans. He’s all worked up at the idea of showing you off like this, and seems intent on dragging you down into a horny-haze too. 

“If you’d like that,” you whisper, voice catching slightly in your throat as Billy leans his head down to drag the flat of his tongue across your pulse point. You hear him chuckle softly, feel the rumble against your neck, and you’re almost certain it’s because he can somehow taste your arousal through your skin. 

“I’d love that,” he smirked, his hands slowly working their way beneath your shirt and pushing it upwards to expose the naked flesh of your stomach, squeezing at your breast when you arch your back for him. 

“Merry Christmas, Billy,” you laugh at that, your giggle faltering into a soft whine when Billy punches at your nipple, rolling the stiffened bud between the pads of his thumb and forefinger to tease you further. “Mhmmm,” Billy hums, nipping at your neck and slowly laying you back against the couch. He doesn’t seem to mind that the ashtray that had balanced on the arm of the sofa tips off onto the floor, or that the magazine falls to the floor. He’s far too busy grinding his hard cock against you. “A very merry Christmas it is.”

#— not sfw ! #billy hargrove concept #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #divider made by /@saradika

[merakiui]

Okay speaking of magical girls.... Evil villain tako that has a crush on the cute magical girl at NRC but he doesnt know shes the magical girl that's trying to thwart his evil plan of taking over sage's island mwhaha

YES YES YES. And every week he gets his ass handed to him. You're determined to keep Sage's Island safe!!!! He's trying to get to know you through the fights. The (one-sided) sexual/romantic tension is too much. Tako who flirts at every chance during your fights... you genuinely want to take him out (defeat him), but he wants to take you out (on a date). And it's so obvious he's down bad for you, but you have no idea he's Azul Ashengrotto (your fellow classmate) and he has no idea of your identity either. Azul's trying to balance his love for the magical girl he fights on weekends and his darling classmate who he sees during the week hehe. How fortuitous that they are the same person.

Please imagine that trope where the villain ensnares the hero in tentacles, but it ends up looking more erotic than threatening....... orz evil villain tako whose tentacle is holding you upside down by the ankle and he's monologuing about how he'll take over the island and you'll get to watch, powerless against him. But then he looks at you and your skirt has flipped up and he's granted a gratuitous panty shot!!!!!!! Tako who gets a nosebleed on the spot. He's such a loser pervert. <3

Omg omg or you're squirming in the tentacles and ranting about how you'll get him for this, but Azul's trying so hard not to give into the horny thoughts because the way the tentacles are looped around you and squeezing is so attractive to him.

Like that one scene where Stocking's fighting the octopus ghost LOL.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #no one can shake azul from his pompous villain monologues quite like his darling can #on second thought maybe he won't get another angst fic #maybe i'll write this sort of concept with him #magical girl aus are so fun orz #OMG HIS VILLAIN OUTFIT IS THE GLOMAS OUTFIT.................. #villain jade or villain floyd is also a yummy thought #twin villains who drive you insane because they're so annoying #omg maybe you're actually their maid outside of being a magical girl but they don't know that #and you don't know they're the villains always causing so much trouble #crowley is your pocket-sized mentor mascot and he's TERRIBLE at his job #(name): a little help here crowley!!! how am i supposed to beat *that* (gesturing to overblot tako) #crowley: believe in yourself? :3 anyways good luck don't die~~~ #too many thoughts...

[leefl00f]

some concept art of my version of the DDs in the electric shock au (I’ll talk abt it later :>)

#floof speaks #:3c #murder drones #murder drones tickles #sfw tk blog #sfw tickling community #sfw tk community #serial designation n #serial designation j #serial designation v #n md #n murder drones #v md #murder drones v #j md #j murder drones #murder drones j #v murder drones #murder drones n #Concept art is hard #my art <3 #my artwork #my art #my art stuff #sketch #artwork #art #artists on tumblr #beginner artist

[bakeryblood]

Marked For Life

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

SFW

A young man sat in a backless rolling chair, hunched over their sketchbook as they worked on finishing up a flash sheet of florals for their boss as the bell on top of the front door to the shop rang, the jingle covered by the rock music blasting throughout the shop. It was nine in the morning on a weekday and only him and the shop owner was in at that moment, the other artists reserving themselves to come in once their usual rush hours hit.

Y/N bounced their head along to the music as he finished the spit shading and lifted up the paper off of the transfer sheet and admired it. ‘Just one more week.’ He thought to himself. He had been certified for months, had built his own machine and was more than heavily stocked up on supplies but his boss had held out on letting him take up a booth in the shop. Either telling him the same old story about the owner still not being convinced on them, shops in the neighboring cities had a tendency of poaching artists fresh or otherwise.

Breaking down the other artists set ups, answering the phone, keeping track of bookings and check outs all whilst building their portfolio. It was a thankless job but to him it was worth it, beyond worth dropping out of school to pursue the opportunity he’d been given. “Y/N! Get out here!” The shop owner Fuji was calling out to him over the music and they immediately jumped out of the chair and headed that way towards the store front, sore from sitting in that position for too long.

He leaned against the arched doorway for a moment stretching, “Yeah?” He’d expected them to ask them to go on a coffee run before the others showed up but when they opened their eyes and saw the owner leaning on the counter with an unamused look on their face and a young man with long, curly brown hair standing opposite of them with a sheet of loose leaf notebook paper out in front of them he opened his mouth again to speak.

“You didn’t hear this dude banging away on the bell?” Well, if you could’ve been honest with him no you hadn’t. The constant loud buzzing of the machines coupled with the shop music had done your ears in quite a bit. But you couldn’t respond like that. “No sir, I’m sorry about that..” Y/N made his way over, standing next to the man his age. Trying to ignore the feeling of their dark eyes as they bore into him whilst he looked at the drawing on the paper done fully in black pen with a messy signature at the top. ‘Eddie Munson’.

“Okay kid, like I was saying..” He pointed to the paper on the counter. “Even if I had anyone in the shop right now, something like this wouldn’t be in your price range.” The man had finally been able to pull his eyes off of you before scoffing lightly, a grin on his face as he did so.

“Wow, okay well first off, I’m not a kid. Secondly how do you even know my price range?” Y/N’s lips tightened into a line as he looked away from the interaction. He didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or feel bad for them as he knew his boss well enough at this point, he didn’t like when people got an attitude with him. He was ‘too old for that shit’ as he’d put it. ‘Kid’ was the nicest thing he could be called at any given time, the guy should be happy he hadn’t been called shithead’ or something else along those lines.

The boss man watched as they pulled their folded black wallet connected to their belt loop by a chain out of their pocket and pulled a fifty dollar bill that looked like it had been through a washing machine at least five times out and slapped it on the counter confidently. “There.”

Fuji grunted as he bent down and pulled one of the thick binders out from under the table top and slid it across the counter, Y/N knew that book. It had the shop minimum flash designs in it. Your usual tiny hearts, butterflies, stars and letter work for those generic couple types who came in to get each other’s initials tattooed a week before the breakup. “The shop minimum is eighty, but that kid-” He pointed to you. “He hasn’t tattooed shit a day in his life, I’ll let him do something out of there on you for fifty.”

Eddie opened the booklet and quickly flipped through it before looking back up with a look of confusion. “Uh, no.”

“Then no deal. Come back next year and hopefully grandma gives you more birthday money next time.” He chuckled at his own shitty joke and pulled the binder back towards him to put up as the man grabbed the sheet of paper and money off the counter, effectively crumpling both before storming out of the shop. Y/N watched him disappear out the door, the tinted windows hiding them from further view.

“Hey boss man? Let me go talk to them real quick. I need a cigarette anyway.” You bounced on your feet waiting to get the okay from them before rushing out after them. Fuji rolled his eyes and motioned with his hand for you to get out. He knew you would probably grovel on your hands and knees to that kid to convince them to get something meaningless out of the booklet if it meant you could finally hit some skin.

Which was close to being true, you might’ve been inclined to beg if you thought it would be necessary. Just as you pushed open the front door and looked around the smoking area out front you saw them sitting on one of the benches dejectedly holding their drawing.

“Hey!“ Y/N jogged over and grabbed the piece of paper out of their hands, beginning to look it over more closely. “Look, my boss is supposed to leave in like..five minutes.” You checked the time on your watch before looking back down at them.

“And?”

You cursed and scrambled to pull your cigarette pack out of the back pocket of your black jeans. Your mind was racing and it was like your skin was vibrating as you thought about finally getting to do your first piece on someone. Along with the adrenaline rushing through you from what you were planning on doing. Your artist was going to kick your ass.

“So, I’ll do it.” You mumbled around the cigarette in your mouth with excitement as you took a seat next to him on the bench and went over his design. It was a beat up looking coffin with two roses on each side at the bottom with scribbled in shading, or coloring, you weren’t exactly sure.

Eddie looked at you as you talked to him about the specifics of what you knew you could get done but it was almost like he zoned out through most of it. You seemed so familiar to him, he’d thought the same thing when he saw you walk out from the backrooms. You couldn’t be younger than him if you worked here and you definitely weren’t older. But with the amount of tattoos you had already it seemed make since that you would be to have had the time to accumulate them, the black tank top that clung to you allowed him to see the countless pieces that covered your upper arms. Leading his eyes to travel to your neck and then down to the hem of the shirt, preventing him from viewing your chest piece in full.

“Hey, buddy—“ You snapped your fingers and smirked at his slightly dazed expression. “You okay? I’m not putting something on you if you’ve been drinking or anything..”

“Huh? No! I mean..no. I haven’t been drinking. It’s just..” Eddie cracked a smile in an attempt to cover his embarrassment from being caught looking at you way too hard. “I feel like I know you from somewhere? If that makes sense?”

Y/N ashed his cigarette and handed him the drawing back. “Doesn’t everyone in Hawkins know everyone else?”

“So you’ve always lived here?” Eddie watched them nod and stand up, shaking their hands out to get ready for the session, knowing how tense in them he got when holding anything for an extended amount of time.

“Since elementary school, yeah. We gotta go do paperwork before he fucks off, just pretend to pick something alright?” Eddie stood up as they tossed their cigarette butt out into the parking lot that extended out from where they had been sitting and followed them back inside. They were quick to change face before they headed back inside, the serious look on their face replaced the one of enthusiasm they had when talking about the piece of art that would soon be on his body forever.

Eddie raked his brain as he filled out the short form for the shops records, desperately trying to think of where they remember them from. School? That was definitely a possibility, seeing them in the hallway in passing, though he couldn’t imagine he wouldn’t have at least attempted to approach them. If they were even half as intimidating as they are now back then that would make more sense. Damn it! This was going to drive him crazy!

“Alright.” The owner walked out of the backrooms where Y/N was meticulously prepping their set up so he’d be able to have it completely ready and out of the way, saving more time for getting the stencil ready and then the actual tattooing process. Eddie stopped tapping his fingers on the table and stood up straight when the bearded man made his way over, snatching up the filled out form and looking it over briefly.

“Mhm..Okay.” He put it back down, taking note that ‘Eddie Munson’ was the same age as his fledgling apprentice. “Don’t fuck this up by trying anything kid, You’re lucky the door was even unlocked when you got here.” And with that he look his leave. Trusting Y/N to get him out before the other artists arrived after lunch. Perhaps he wasn’t a full fledged resident yet but this would definitely be something to tell the others about, he knew Y/N had been jumping at the chance to tattoo someone other than himself.

Eddie waited for the front door to close before rushing through the doorway to see Y/N folding Eddie’s drawing back up, the stencil finished. “Whoa, that was fast.”

“I’ve gotta be fast, the others will kill me if they find out what I’m doing..” He sighed and got up out of the chair he’d pulled up beside the booth an arm rest pulled up in front of that. “Sit. You want it on the other forearm right?” Eddie nodded and did as he was told although their back as turned as they pulled on a pair of black latex gloves. “Okay, shave it.”

“What? I didn’t have to shave last time I got one done..” Eddie looked at the little disposable razor on the metal side table where other things sat neatly laid out.

“Dude, no offense but didn’t you get those when you were like sixteen?” Actually he had been seventeen.

“So you do know me! We went to school together, right?”

Y/N rolled his eyes and made his way back over to his seat, picking up the razor and holding his free hand out to indicate he wanted him to give him his arm. “I told you. Everyone knows everyone in Hawkins..”

Eddie was beaming like a dumbass now knowing he wasn’t the only one to recognize the other person. Y/N actually clocked him a lot quicker after seeing his name on paper. His hair was a hell of a lot longer but his kitchen scratch tattoos were signature, he couldn’t forget Munson. “What happened to you? I haven’t seen you in school in..hell I don’t know how long.”

The young man looked up from the now freshly shaved arm with a perplexed expression. “You’re still in high school?”

Well damn, way to make him embarrassed about it now. Not that he had ever been proud of the fact, actually he was always very embarrassed when the topic was brought up.

“Explains a lot.”

“Yeah, like what?”

Y/N half smiled as he grabbed the transfer sheet and rolled over to dab his gloved finger in some Vaseline to rub on first. “Explains why your band is full of kids.” Ooo you— you had him there. Maybe not really, Gareth was the only one who really looked like a teenager still. All the Hellfire members would give him shit about his baby face.

“Wait wait, hold on.” Y/N looked up after laying down the stencil, hoping it was perfect despite Eddie’s mouth constantly moving. “You’ve seen my band? Like, us actually play?” His face was so bright with that smile, it made you feel silly.

“Don’t cream your pants, it’s not like there’s much other live music around here.” You peeled up the paper and looked it over letting your eyes come back up to meet his. That bastards’ face was way too close to yours! Pushing your rolling chair back with your feet to get a little distance before clearing your throat and motioning for him to make sure it was placed exactly how he wanted it.

“Oh..Yeah, looks good to me.” Eddie replied after giving it perhaps a five second look over.

“Are you sure?” Y/N pressed. This was his first tattoo ever on someone else, his first client essentially, and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“I trust ya’ big guy.”

This was exactly why neither of them had interacted up until this point. They both had this intimidating air about them but at any give time they would have made the other embarrassed in a heartbeat. It was almost disgusting of Eddie to be relaying the mans’ earlier words as the whir of the tattoo machine began. Eddie wasn’t a fan of pain, at all, and when Y/N started to go in on the line work it successfully made his thoughts of creaming his pants retreat. “Fuck..”

Y/N stopped, pulling his hands away from his skin momentarily. “You haven’t ever had one done sober have you.”

Eddie tried and failed to hold back a chuckle before they started again. Using two of their gloves fingers to hold the skin taught as he drew on him painfully. “Nope.” He watched as Y/N’s tongue flicked out across their lip and they caught their tongue piercing between their teeth, a normal act he did when concentrating but this time it was on two things at once. Not fucking up this tattoo and not laughing.

Eddie was actually finding it pretty easy to concentrate on your face as you worked on him. Your eyes, your mouth. Fuckin’ pretty boys always got to him. “So why do this for me? Your boss said it would be expensive.”

“I don’t get paid either way, I might as well take the opportunity to do something nice for once.” Y/N dipped into the black ink in the little cap again before shifting into a better position for the shading process, he wasn’t giving him any color so it was actually going very quickly. For several minutes neither of them talked and when they did that the pain seemed to be more intense for Eddie, if you looked up at him you’d see the little muscle in his jaw clench along with his teeth and eyes until finally he had to say something to break the quiet streak.

“So Y/N, I’ve got a question.”

“Shoot.” Y/N tried to stay stoic and in the zone as he rubbed a bit of moisturizing ointment on the tattoo, hoping it could help calm the skin down some. The paler you were the more red and angry the skin tended to get he’d noticed.

“You smoke weed?” He hung his head, failing at suppressing the grin on his face so badly that it almost rivaled Eddie’s.

“Would I? With you? Never.” He tried to avoid looking at the man’s face but it was near impossible, especially when he heard him give a gasp as if you’d wounded him.

“And why is that? Don’t you think this right here is a bonding experience? You’ve marked me for life, the least I could do is repay you with something other than money.” Eddie watched you cover go to double dip, he was too distracting.

“Oh so this is intimate to you huh?” You went ahead and started going in on the finishing touches before he could reply with words, pulling a low hum from him that was drowned out by the buzz of the machine.

“Ugh! Fuck you..” He finally chirped when you stopped, pulling his arm off of the cushioned rest. He hadn’t been ready.

“You wish Munson.” You flashed him a cheeky smile as he held his arm, eyes on you. His mouth was slightly agape as if he’d heard something pornographic.

“Get your dirty little hands off that thing before you get it infected, Alcohol and then we’re done.” Dirty? Alcohol? Done?

“What the fuck, we’re done? It’s already done?” He pulled his hand off of his arm and stretched it back out in front of him, admiring your work silently. Until you grabbed your green tinted bottle of alcohol off of your station and gave it a spray. He could have killed you, he felt like you’d tried to kill him. It worse than getting the damn thing done times eleven!

“Oh no you don’t!” You dropped the bottle and quickly reached forward to grab his hands to keep him from touching it again. Once again you found yourself so close to his face, you could see every line in it as he bit his lip, looking back at you with a pained, pitiful expression.

“You did that on purpose.”

Y/N chuckled and nodded his head before they locked eyes again. “I had to. You know, disinfectant n’ all.”

“One star review, no, zero star review. ‘The cute tatted up bastard assaulted me when we were done, I demand a refund.’ That’s what I’m going to say.”

Your eyebrows shot up hearing that. It was a funny joke, but ‘cute’? That was blatant disrespect. That was hurtful. And it was flirting.

“I’m charging you full price now, two ounces of your best. Delivered.” You made sure to lean in closer as you inundated the curly haired man with certain feelings. He could smell the smoke on your breath from earlier you were so close.

“Jokes on you big guy, I can only get one ounce at a time.”

“Sounds like you need a new guy then.” Y/N let him go and immediately stood up to go retrieve the one thing he’d forgotten, a sheet of plastic wrap. Eddie was floored, perhaps even enamored. Were you some kind of jack-of-all-trades?

“You got the number for one?”

And the rest is history. Eddie wasn’t smooth by any means, but he had successfully gotten both a hot man’s phone number and some new ink. And in the end he made sure to promise to only come to them from here on out, with more money next time.

#stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x m!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson concept #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #sfw #fluff oneshot #male reader insert #x male reader

[ungodlywords]

Wanna tie a puppy sub on the bed and put a vibrator in their needy hole - then try out every setting it has but denying them the opportunity to cum.

#nsft subby boy #briellewritessmut #spicy content #hard kink #smut #n/sfw #fem/dom #n/sft #content warning #n/sfw concept #nsft puppy #nsft concept

[venuslore]

whenever coryo is stressed the first thing he does is look for you. you're the only one that knows how to calm him down when he gets all worked up. heart racing and head thumping. he needs you. more specifically, he needs to be inside you. he needs to feel your warm walls wrapped around him. needs to hear the moans that fall from your lips as he presses himself inside. the way your back arches against him and the light dances across your breasts. there's nothing in the world that compares to how he feels inside you. he'd lay there all day with you wrapped around his cock if he could. forget the capitol, forget his missions, he's so in love with you and your pussy, he'd give it all up in a heartbeat.

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #— not sfw ! ᰔ #coriolanus snow ᰔ #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fanfic #coriolanus snow fic #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow concept #coriolanus snow blurb #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus fic #coriolanus x reader #tom blyth x reader

[cassiepotter]

hitting the hay.

"I'm tired, and my bed feels so empty without you there." or, y/n can't sleep if she's not with farmer!james.

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It's nightfall. Well, actually, the night has already fallen, and it's past midnight, the clock on your mantelpiece displaying a quarter-to-three, and yet, you can't sleep.

Recently, you haven't been able to sleep in your own bed, always tossing and turning and never getting more than half an hour at a time.

It's probably something to do with how safe you feel when you're sleeping alongside James, always able to fully relax, because you know that nothing could ever hurt you while you're there in his arms.

You've been together for almost nine months, and the thought of moving in with him has never once crossed your mind, not until recently.

You're not reliant on him, no way, you're still fiercely (and sometimes recklessly) independent. But, over the last few months, it's been nice to just have someone there. Especially if that someone is James.

But, there's a bit of an issue there, because you've been around him so much that you can't sleep when you're at your own house. Or just, whenever you're without him.

You don't usually admit these kinds of things to yourself. But, there's a longing in your stomach that won't quell.

So, as any normal person would at almost three in the morning, you pull on your shoes, throw a cardigan over the white nightdress you're wearing, and leave the warmth of your little cottage in search of the warmth of your boyfriend. ✯ ✯

You trudge through your garden, the big weeping trees that line the paths brushing your shoulders as you walk. You do love your plants, you spend hours and hours endlessly pruning your flowers and plants and fruits. It's lovely to have things to look after.

The grass brushes your ankles as you go towards the fence separating yours and James's properties, climbing over the stile and walking through the outer fields. In the distance, you can see soft puffs of smoke rising, a telltale sign that James is awake too.

Maybe he can't sleep without you.

There's a quiet buzz from the crickets, the stars glimmering in the dark sky. It's peaceful, quiet and solitary. Normally you'd enjoy it, but the silence right now just means the absence of James, which you don't like.

You head towards the house, about to go past the barn, but there are adorable, tiny bleating sounds coming from it, and you can't just walk past, that'd be absurd. ✯

So, you wander into the barn, and find two little goats playfighting on a pile of hay while their mother sleeps. You remember James telling you something about a goat with a broken leg, and judging by the bandage around her knee, this is probably that one.

You can't help kneeling down and stroking her fluffy head. The baby ones are now wrestling with each other, headbutting one another as they play, jumping up and down on the hay bales.

If you were properly listening, you would've heard the door of James's house creak open and shut, and would've recognised the sudden bout of exhaustion that overcame you as feeling safe.

You spend almost a minute just stroking her head, blinking away the heaviness in your eyes, before an ahem comes from behind you.

Slightly startled, you turn your head, finding James leaning against the barn door, a soft smile playing on his lips. His unruly curls and sleepy eyes tell you that he's been sitting awake all night, as you thought.

You grin, as he walks toward you and kneels down next to you, his presence instantly calming you as he wraps himself around you, pulling you into his shoulder.

"Y' couldn't sleep either?" He asks, his voice filled with gentle concern. You love when he does this, when he fusses over you. He pretends that he doesn't, but he worries about you. It's sweet.

You shake your head, tucking yourself closer into his side. "No, not a bit. My mind wouldn't settle." You say, looking up at him.

He reaches down and intertwines your hands, bringing them to his lap. "I get it. I can never sleep, not when I'm without you, m'love."

A warmth spreads down your spine, and he pulls you around his front so you can lean back into his chest comfortably.

"I miss you too, James. It's strange, how well I sleep when I'm with you."

He chuckles softly, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. "We're just meant to be together, even when sleeping, pet."

You smile at that, leaning further into him. "I think you're right."

The barn is quiet, the babies curling up next to their mother after exhausting themselves, the quiet rush of the trees in the wind adding a little bit of background noise.

"Hey," James says, his voice hushed. "Let's go to sleep."

You nod, and go to stand up, but his hand slips to your wrist, stopping you.

"Let's sleep in 'ere, love." He says, and gets up, taking you with him and dragging you towards the hay bales.

You climb up to the highest ones, hand in hand, collapsing onto them.

"Why don't we just go inside?" You complain, but you're already getting comfortable on his chest.

He strokes his hand through your hair and grins at the painted red ceiling. "Because sometimes, m'love, spontaneity is good. Plus, if you squint, y'can see the entire night sky through the roof."

You smile at him, feeling the warmth of his breath on your forehead, cosy.

You close your eyes, your shoulders losing their tension while James strokes circles into your back. The restless energy has dissipated, instead a peaceful feeling settles in the air, that only comes when you're right next to the one you love.

His heartbeat is a comforting metronome, your head resting on his chest and your leg thrown over his hip. You can feel the soft lull of sleep fall over your eyes, and time blurs, and you're happy and comfortable, and in love.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#farmer!james #farmer!james potter #x reader #reader insert #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter one shot #james potter blurb #cottagecore #boyfriend!james #james potter fanfiction #james potter concept #james potter sfw #sfw #marauders #fem!reader #james potter #james potter x fem!reader #cassiepotters works!!

[berrymoos]

Hi! I don't know if you're still interested in agere moonknight, but i just want to share a separate bodies and regressor!marc being scared of the dark during thunderstorms and always regressed after trying to handle it on his own. But Steven and Jake are always there to comfort him 🥺 steven, hiding them under the blanket, and peeking up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers they have on. The ceiling and Jake singing Spanish songs throughout the night.

I really like your agere fics. My favorite is cg!Jake and regressor!Marc where marc runs to Jake for protection 🫶

fun fact i actually added a new addition to that fic collection yesterday so i am VERY much still into moon knight jshdjajdk (๑'ᴗ')ゞ also im so glad u like my fics, tysmmm WAAAA - my fave is the rg marc & cg layla one <33

i can't remember if ive ever said this anywhere but i hc that marc is afraid of storms too!! the dark + thunderstorms = a very, very distressed little boy trying to tough it out all on his own - spoilers, hes too scared to do that :(

OUGHHH WAIT okay literally the moment the first lightning bolt strikes jake & steven are dropping everything to focus on marc. doesn't matter what it is, bc nothing is more important than their baby brother. steven gathers every blanket, every pillow, every strewn stuffie laying around in the loft while jake locates where marc's gone — typically he hides in a dark corner or in someplace where he can close himself in — & cuddles him close until steven gets to them (T^T)♥︎

it's js one big cuddle pile fr!! marc is swaddled in a fleece blanket with his favorite paci & miffy, sitting in jake's lap but leaning against steven's shoulder, moon-shaped nightlight glowing dully in the corner while those glow-in-the-dark stars capture the baby's attention <33 OUHHG i luv them so so much they make my heart FULL

#moon knight agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere asks #agere concept #🧸．berry n friends <3 #🧸．berry's brain bubbles #he just a liddle guy fr!!!

[merakiui]

Imagine Azul working at his desk as one of the twins has you bent over the other side just railing into you, just out of the way that you won't interrupt his work/contracts. Maybe if he's feeling benevolent, he'll hold your hand with his free one while he writes(man's totally ambidextrous).

Tako crunch time...... too busy to bother with sex, so Jade or Floyd takes care of you while he's reviewing documents...... yes. <3 it works so well with Floyd because Floyd fucks you everywhere. Thank the Great Seven for magic because the amount of times those leather sofas have had to be magically deep-cleaned after Floyd's gone a few rounds with you on them... T_T Sea Witch, give Azul strength.

But then it's also so good to imagine Jade railing you against Azul's desk and the two of them are talking numbers and profits while you're falling apart and stuffed full of cock. >_< Azul is sweet enough to take your hand in his when you're scrabbling for something to hold onto because the pace Jade or Floyd sets is brutal, and he runs his thumb over the top of your hand while you're sobbing in ecstasy, your face pressed into the pristine mahogany.

And maybe when he finally finishes his work for the evening, he gets to have his turn. >:) he throws your legs up onto his shoulders and fucks you while you're sprawled on your back on his desk. He'll even wash you up after the fact and carry you to his room so you can cuddle with him. He's such a sweet (contractual) boyfriend (and future husband, but you'll get there one day)!!!!

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #this concept works so well with vil and rook too omg #rook is rearranging your guts while vil's doing his morning routine completely and utterly unfazed #his only words to rook are 'just make sure you don't lose track of time. we have somewhere to be' #and rook is like 'give me five minutes <3' #(he only needs two if that. he's good with his hands his mouth his dick... everything orz)

[corrupted-kitten]

in the mood to overstimulate myself like the good slut i am <3 feel free to send me the dirtiest asks into my inbox i promise i will be good for you 🖤

#ftm nsft #trans nsft #ftm bottom #ftm mlm #ftm ns/fw #ftm sub #ftm t4t #mlm ns/fw #mlm nsft #t4t mlm #trans mlm #mlm #nsft asks #trans ns/fw #nsft #t4t nsft #queer nsft #nsft concept #t4t ns/fw #queer ns/fw #n/sfw #ns/fw #ns/fw blog #ns/fw content #trans ns4t #trans sub #trans bottom #bd/sm kink #lgbt nsft #lgbt ns/fw

[ungodlywords]

You think being on your knees asking me to fuck you is humiliating? Oh, sweetheart. This is nothing compared to what you will do in the future. You'll go lower for me. You'll sink. You'll reject every idea you've ever had and replace it with mine. This is only the beginning.

#briellewritessmut #hard kink #spicy content #n/sfw #smut #n/sft #fem/dom #content warning #n/sfw concept #corruption kink #n/sft text

[venuslore]

the very first time eddie sees your boobs he giggles like a child. not because he's laughing at you but because he's purely just excited to be seeing your boobs. he stares in awe, never knowing someone could ever be so beautiful, his big button eyes doubling in size when you eventually lift your shirt up. a small gasp leaves his lips and his first instinct is to touch them, of course only doing so with permission, which you give him. he cups his slightly calloused hands around your breasts, kneading them softly and rolling his thumbs over your nipples until they're taut beneath his touch. "holy shit, they're so - they're so - wow." he's speechless. he leans back for a moment to really take you in, before pulling you down onto his bed in a surprise movement and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, "you're so fucking beautiful, baby." and then proceeding to pepper you with kisses all over ᰔ

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #— not sfw ! ᰔ #eddie munson ᰔ #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson concept #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

[berrymoos]

waaa just imagine little eddie thinks everyone forgot about him because the others r older that day and kinda just playing bigger kid games and he keeps babbling about playing but he wants to play baby games and no one listens to the little baby:(

awwww noooo poor baby (　；∀；) he tries inserting himself into their games at first (& even tho the others are older, they're still nice abt it - chrissy’s actually the first one to include him) but they’re so much bigger than he is!! he can't grasp the concepts!! & slowly he gets excluded from their games - not on purpose, the older ones are just moving super fast & eddie can't keep up bc even if they slow down for him, they end up going too fast again & it’s an endless cycle - so he ends up sitting away from the others, dejectedly nudging his blocks with his stuffed bat while the others go bounding off :((

BUT!!! robin (the designated caregiver of the day) notices him all alone & settles next to him: “hey bud! the others being too rowdy for you?”

eddie keeps pushing around the blocks with his bat, pouting & nodding. “no one to pway wif...”

robin, the wonder she is, takes a few blocks and starts crafting a bridge - “are you suuuure...?” - and eddie’s eyes start sparkling!! he’s got a friend to play his game with now!! the game consists of building things & using igor to knock them over, but that’s no fun by himself!! he can only build so much with his tiny hands >:((

ooo also thinkin that jonny (who had also been older than normal at like 5 rather than his normal 2) comes toddling to them later on & sits with them, chewing on a teether, watching their game, & much smaller than before - but eddie still thinks he’s bigger at first n goes “?? thought you were pwayin wif big kids...?”

“got too small.”

“oh ... wanna pway?”

“mm .. mkay.”

so all three of them are playing, now: robin’s on building block duty while eddie & jonny take turns knocking them down with igor, having a grand time ♡( ◡‿◡ )

#cg robin <33 little eddie & jonny <33 #love their friendshiiiip!! #stranger things agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere asks #agere concept #🧸．berry n friends <3