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can I request steve x hopper's daughter? hopper comes into family video either looking for reader or a tape for him and joyce's date night and steve has to keep his cool bc reader is activity under the family video counter giving him head? also ur a great writer not even Shakespeare himslef could compete with your writing 🙏 ty❤

Keep it Together

This is the other half of the request

Summary: You thought you’d surprise Steve with a little something special under the counter at Family Video since there were no customers. But when your dad unexpectedly walks in, Steve’s struggling to keep it together while you keep going.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (m!receiving), reader and steve are in an established relationship, public sex, reader is hopper’s daughter

Word Count: 1k

Note: Thank you for your request! I hope you like this, I tried my best haha. This is such a cute, funny idea.

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Steve hadn’t gotten a single customer in forty-five minutes. Robin wasn’t working today, which was fine by him as it wasn’t too busy. The sun was blazing outside, the AC was making weird noises, and the best part of his day was currently hidden under the front counter. You.

He tried to focus on the stack of VHS tapes beside the register, tried to concentrate on reorganizing them into neat little piles, but every now and then, his eyes would roll back and he’d have to fake a cough or pretend to crack his neck just to keep it together. Steve’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, a silent groan escaping him as you took him deeper. His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the counter.

“Jesus,” he hissed under his breath, swallowing hard. “You’re actually insane.”

“You’re doing so good,” you purred, before taking him back into your mouth, eliciting another muffled groan from him. He was practically vibrating with a mixture of pleasure and sheer terror at the thought that anyone could come in.

He glanced toward the front doors. Still no one.

Steve let his head fall back for a second, eyes fluttering shut. “Okay,” he whispered. “Five more minutes of this and then we’re switching, baby, got it?”

Just as you felt him starting to get close, the jingle of the door bell shattered the quiet. Steve’s eyes snapped open, wide with panic. He tried to subtly shift, but you held him firmly in place, your mouth working with determination.

“Harrington,” came the unmistakable voice of Jim Hopper. Your eyes widened.

Hopper. Your dad.

Steve shot up straighter than he’d ever had in his life. “Chief!” He said, voice cracking just slightly. “Hi!”

Hopper gave him a nod. “You good?”

“Great! I’m great. Never better.”

Steve’s gaze frantically flicked between you and the approaching man. He couldn’t move, couldn’t pull away, and this situation was about to get a whole lot worse if he didn’t try to act normal.

“Looking for something specific?” Steve managed to croak out, his voice sounding unnaturally high. He tried to lean back, but you were still firmly attached, your lips working diligently against his throbbing cock.

“Joyce and I have a date tonight,” Hopper muttered, moving toward the new releases shelf. “I’m looking for something romantic. Joyce loves those cheesy romance movies.”

Steve’s brain short-circuited for a moment. “Right. Yeah. Totally. Uh…”

Steve’s mind raced. He couldn’t just stand there, frozen, while you were sucking him off. He looked down at the stack of tapes he’d been sorting, his eyes landing on a box of recently returned films. An idea sparked.

“Romantic,” Steve stammered, his voice wavering slightly. “How about…this one?” He reached for a tape, his movements controlled, his eyes going to yours for a split second before back up again. He held up the movie to show Hopper.

Hopper squinted at the cover. “Is it good?”

“Yeah! It’s…it’s really cheesy,” Steve managed, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. He could feel you working harder, trying to keep him from making any sudden movements, and the sensation was almost unbearable. He was so close.

Hopper shrugged and fished out his wallet. “Fine. I’ll take it.” As he paid for the rental, he gave Steve a look. “Have you seen Y/N today?”

Steve’s throat went dry. “Me? No. No idea where she is. I haven’t seen her all day.”

It was silent for a few seconds and Steve could feel himself start to sweat. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die there. Better yet, he’d rather be in the Upside Down fighting monsters than have to deal with your dad, the scary Chief of police.

Hopper narrowed his eyes, but only for a moment. “Huh. Figured she might’ve dropped by. She’s usually here to bother you.”

Steve laughed a little too hard. “Ha! Yeah. She does that sometimes. Not today though.”

Hopper slid the tape into a plastic bag. “Right. Well, if you see her, tell her I’ll be home late.”

“You got it, Chief.”

Hopper turned to leave, and Steve stared at the front door, willing him to walk faster. The bell jingled again, and Steve watched him through the front window like a hawk as he climbed into his truck and drove off down the road.

Only when the taillights disappeared did Steve let out a long breath, his body finally able to relax. And in that moment, he felt himself go over the edge, finally letting go. A strangled gasp escaped him as you swallowed his release, licking his cock a few more times before letting go with a pop.

You slowly stood up, your lips curved into a teasing smile. You brushed a stray hair from your forehead, your eyes twinkling. “Wow, Stevie,” you said, your voice laced with amusement. “You did so good hiding that.”

“Good? I almost died,” he whispered harshly. “I felt my soul leave my body. Your dad looked me in the eye. Do you know what that does to a man?”

You shrugged, reaching out to straighten his collar like none of this was insane. “I told you we’d be fine.”

“You are evil.”

You smirked, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “And you love it.”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but you kissed him again, and he melted immediately.

Your boyfriend pulled back for just a second, eyebrows furrowing in worry again. “…I really hope he doesn’t come back for popcorn.”

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Hiii i was wondering if i could request a mashup with supernatural. (im only on s5 so no big spoilers please)

Im a straight female. 5'3 with curly brown hair and ive got green\gray eyes. Im an ENFP or an ESFP (Havent taken the test in a little while)and my enneagram is a 7 wing 8. I am extremely competitive and flirty but its my personality. I love the banter, banter is life even if its dumb- i hate that im this way but I can be very jealous if i feel one of my friends is ditching me (even if they arent.) Im trying to become a musician and i love singing. i love my family very much im the oldest in my fam and would watch over my siblings often.

i hope this is enough if not just tell me and i can give ya more, but also no pressure if u dont want to write it💜

Apologies again, as I said, I have trouble keeping a constant steam of motivation so forgive me

Based on this, I would pair you with…..

Dean Winchester

I know you might think it’s super basic but it’s not and here’s why.

You’re bold, competitive, flirty, and bursting with charisma — the kind of person who lights up a motel room the second you walk in. Dean lives for that kind of energy, and you’d keep him on his toes like no one else.

He’s used to being the one with the fast quips and sharp tongue, but with you? You give it right back. The banter? Nonstop. The tension? Off the charts. The feelings? Yeah... that part sneaks up on both of you.

The chemistry? Explosive. Electric. Ridiculous. You two could be arguing about pie one minute and slow dancing under flickering motel lights the next — because neither of you knows how to do anything halfway. Especially not love.

The forest was too quiet.

Too still.

Dean’s boots thundered against the moss-covered ground as he bolted toward the clearing where he’d last seen you. His heart pounded louder than the shotgun in his grip.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled, voice rough and panicked.

No answer.

That was the part that scared him.

You always answered. Even if it was a sarcastic, “I’m not dead yet, Winchester!”

But this time? Silence.

And then he saw you.

Crushed up against the base of a tree, clutching your ribs, your clothes torn and blood soaking the side of your shirt. You weren’t moving.

“Nononono—" He dropped to his knees beside you, eyes wild, hands already hovering, not sure where to touch without hurting you more.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice. “Dean…”

He let out a breath like someone just let the air back into his lungs. “God, sweetheart. You’re okay. You're—you're awake. Thank God.”

“I think I broke something,” you whispered, wincing. “The damn wendigo—”

Dean’s jaw clenched, his entire body rigid with barely restrained fury. “I told you to hang back. You weren’t even supposed to—dammit, (Y/N), why didn’t you wait for me?!”

“I had a shot,” you croaked. “You needed backup.”

“I needed you alive,” he snapped, louder than he meant to. He swallowed hard, gaze dropping to your pale, trembling hands. “I needed you safe. You could’ve—”

His voice broke.

And that was the moment you realized: he wasn’t just mad. He was scared.

Really, truly scared.

You reached out, weakly brushing his hand with your fingertips. “I’m sorry.”

He gripped your hand instantly, like if he let go, you'd vanish. “Don’t you dare apologize. Just…” He ducked his head, breath shaky. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, alright? You can’t—” His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. “You can’t just go down like that. Not you.”

You tried to smile, even through the pain. “What, you’d miss me?”

He gave a breathy, almost laugh. “Hell yes, I’d miss you. I’d burn the whole forest down if I had to.”

He pulled you gently into his arms, cradling you like something breakable — which, right now, you kind of were. You rested your head against his chest, hearing the thunder of his heart as he held you tighter.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he said, over and over again, like it was a promise. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

And even with the pain, and the sting, and the blood drying on your side — you believed him.

Because when Dean Winchester says he’s got you?

He means it.

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Love this so much- thank you for posting❤️❤️❤️

thinking about play fighting with steve <3

"oh, don't give me that attitude," steve spoke roguishly with a grin on his face, one of his hands gently tugging on the end of your hair from behind you.

you whined in reaction. "hey! that hurts, you know," you glanced over your shoulder to face him.

steve's smirk only grew, his fingers still lingering on the clump of hair. "i barely even touched it, sweetheart."

you scoffed. "oh, right, so i suppose the sky is purple as well?"

"no, the sky is blue," he teased back, this time tugging just a bit harder on your hair.

"ow!" you yelped at his persistent yanking. "i swear to god, steve!" you attempted to sound threatening, but the giggle that escaped your throat said otherwise.

steve shook his head, somewhat amused by your over-exaggerations. "oh, stop. it doesn't even hurt that bad," he retorted, still pinching your hair between his fingers.

you shot him a glare. "want me to start ripping your hair out?"

'i'm not ripping your hair out,' steve wanted to say, but he knew better than to argue with your choice of words. he'd tried it once before, and it sure didn't end with rainbows and butterflies.

instead, he held up his free hand in surrender. "okay, okay, don't do that," he blurted, his clutch loosening just a little bit.

"that's what i thought," you smiled to yourself and turned back around, resuming on what you were doing before all the banter.

a moment of quiet passed before you heard steve's voice from behind you in a mumble followed by a flick on the back of your head, "it still didn't even hurt."

your jaw dropped when you heard his nearly incoherent murmur and the flick on your head caused you to spin around and try to reach for his hair to tug at like he did to you, only you were really trying to get him.

he blocked your hands by grabbing your wrists, smiling like a child. he only did something again because he wanted to push your buttons—and because he liked the smile that appeared on your lips when he messed with you, even though you denied ever smiling during the situation when he mentioned he liked it.

by the time you began growing frustrated with not being able to reach him, he surprised you by jolting his head forward into a ludic kiss against your lips.

although feeling shocked at first, you easily relaxed into it, feeling your frustration melt off your body like steam from a hot bath. your arms quickly went limp as steve continued to hold them up by your wrists, until he let go and traced a different path to the sides of your neck. your arms found their familiar way over his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to his body.

you withdrew begrudgingly, steve trying to chase your lips like a puppy, almost desperately not wanting it to be over yet. you smiled warmly, your eyes lidded in your new ditzy mood.

"you're an idiot, steve harrington."

© liseytopia 2025 : do not copy, translate, or steal my work.

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Me rn because I just binged an entire series of Star Lord x Reader fanfiction on Wattpad and now it's 4 am.

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So ive kinda fallen off the taylor train, can a swifty please update me on whats happening? is she releasing rep tv????

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AAAA i HAVENT BEEN ON IN MONTHS AND THIS WAS SUCH A TREAT- THANK YOU SO MUCHHH

Secret's Out

Pairing: !bfSteve Harrington x Reader

Synopsis: (2.4k wc) The kids have been telling Steve for months to start dating and that doesn't change when a new girl walks into Family Video. Little do they know, he's already dating her.

Warnings: fluff, secret relationship

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Hello it's been a minute! I haven't had the urge to write in a while but somehow was able to get this out haha. Enjoy!

“Why didn’t you ask her out?” 

Why didn’t he ask her out…that was the question that had been stalking Steve for the past five months. Every time a woman came into Family Video, any time he walked past a pretty girl at the movies. Someone always asked the question: Why didn’t you ask her out?

It didn’t matter who he was with; Robin, Dustin, or even little Erica. The question found a way of coming up. He didn’t blame them in the early days. Robin had gotten used to his constant flirting with customers, spending most of their shared shifts complaining about it. But then one day, it all stopped. No more flirting, no more dates, no more suave Steve Harrington.

To say his friends found it odd was an understatement. Almost everyone he had gone out with for a solid year had been entertainment for his friends. It became a running joke that Nancy had taken away his ability to get any girl or go on more than one date with one. So they became concerned when it all stopped one random day in March.

They asked the question out of worry over anything else. Worried that their dear friend Steve was hiding something important, wanting to make sure he was okay. Dustin especially knew how Steve could withdraw from the group when something was wrong, spending more days at home alone than out with the party. 

But that wasn’t the case, quite the opposite. 

“Why didn’t you ask her out?” Dustin asked. He was leaning over the counter at Family Video. His feet barely touched the floor as he tried to hold himself up by his arms. 

Steve sighed as he placed the last of the cash in the register. Another girl had come in for some romance movie, and Steve didn’t even try to make a move. Instead, when the girl reached forward to pay with cash, her fingers lingering over his, he retreated his hand quickly. 

“Not my type,” Steve said, not looking up at Dustin. 

“Bullshit, I saw you ask a girl out like that when you and Robin were working at Scoops. She's your type.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, man, I didn’t wanna ask her out!” 

The bell at the front of the store rang out, indicating a new customer. Steve looked toward the door as the last of the words left his mouth. He froze when he saw who it was. Y/n, the love of his life, the one he had been hiding from his friends for almost five months. She looked as beautiful as the first time he had seen her browsing records at the local shop on Main Street. 

Dustin craned his neck to see what had left his friend so starstruck, and when he saw Y/n, he did everything except roll his eyes. “Okay, you’re practically drooling over that girl. Why don’t you ask her out?”

The comment brought Steve back to reality, watching as Y/n tried to hide her smile and turn down an aisle of movies. “Uh, no man, I’m good,” Steve told Dustin.

Dustin groaned, practically throwing himself on the front counter. “That is bullshit and you know it!” 

It was bullshit. The most bullshit he had ever said in his life. The moment he saw her in the record store five months prior, it was like a magnet had pulled them together. Glances from across the store, blush not hiding from their cheeks, they inched closer and closer until finally colliding. Yes, literally colliding, in front of the new releases section. 

“Sorry,” Steve said, a chuckle escaping his lips. “I must be really clumsy today.”

Y/n giggled right back, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. “No it’s okay I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She was gripping a twelve-inch in her other hand, looking down at the floor. It was clear neither of them wanted the conversation to end and Steve had no plans to do so. 

“Stacey Q…I don’t think I’ve heard of her before,” he said, motioning to the record in her hands.

Y/n glanced down too, before looking back up at him. He almost got lost in her eyes, and the softness they showed him. “Uh, yeah me neither. But my friend recommended it, so here I am.”

Steve nodded along, going to rest against the carton of records but pulled away at the last second, realizing how bad it would be for the vinyl. He felt like such a clutz, making a fool of himself in front of a pretty girl. But then she giggled, that infectious giggle that he would come to pull out of her in the following months, as he knew he still had a shot.

“I uh, I haven’t seen you around here before, in Hawkins I mean,” he choked up.

Y/n shook her head. “Just moved here, I’m from the west coast.”

He raised his eyebrows. “The west coast? Must get a lot of sun out there.”

“Oh so much,” She continued. “Too much if I’m being honest…I’m Y/n by the way.”

She extended her hand out for him to shake and Steve reached out to grip it immediately. As he shook her hand he gave out his own name. “Would you wanna grab coffee at the diner across the street? You can tell me more about the west coast and I can tell you about how much you’ll miss it after moving to Indiana.” 

Y/n laughed again, but in the type of way that Steve knew he hadn’t fucked up this interaction. “Yeah, I’d like that.” For a moment she looked up at him with a smile he couldn’t stop thinking about. But then her eyes flickered down and he realized that he had still been shaking her hand.

“Oh!” Steve exclaimed, pulling it back and moving to fix his hair. He always fixed his hair when he was nervous. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Let me just pay for this and we can head over?” 

All Steve could do was nod, watching as she walked toward the register. How had he fumbled so hard and still gotten a date? If that was any other girl in Hawkins, she would have been out the door before he could say a word. 

Steve waited near the front door for her, watching as Y/n looked back around her shoulder while checking out to make sure he hadn’t gone, each time with a smile that Steve swore was melting his heart by the second. 

He knew even then that she would be the best thing that would ever happen to him. And he was right, which was why all of the secrecy. 

Y/n had been busy with work since the moment she arrived and Steve had the noisiest friend group in all of the midwest, so it seemed almost natural to keep their relationship on the downlow. 

That still didn’t stop Dustin from trying to set him up.

“Why are you like this?” Dustin’s question brought Steve back to the present. 

He sighed as he sat down on a stool behind the front counter. “Like what?”

“All opposed to dating?” Dustin said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What happened to getting over Nancy, going on dates, finding the one?”

“You think I’m not over Nancy?”

He was deflecting and Dustin knew it. “Not the point, Steve! Ever since March it’s like you’ve sworn off girls. It’s sad that I have a girlfriend and you don’t.”

He scrunched his eyebrows. “Hey! Being in a relationship isn’t everything you know.”

“Oh I know that,” Dustin said. “But to you, Mr. Harrington, it’s like single isn’t in your vocabulary, at least it wasn’t until, like, March.”

Maybe Steve had dragged out this secret for too long. His friends were concerned for him, albeit more concerned than they should be. But Steve was happy, in the best, healthiest relationship in his life. Maybe it was time to come clean. 

He looked up across the video store, scanning to see where Y/n had walked off toward. He spotted her quickly in the romance section, peeking out from behind a corner. He could tell she was blushing even from behind the shelf of tapes. 

A plan forming in his head, Steve turned back to Dustin. “If I ask for her number, you have to shut up about my dating life, forever. Not another peep.”

“Yes! Totally!” Dustin said eagerly. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Steve rolled his eyes and stood up from the stool, making his way over to where his girlfriend was browsing. 

“Hey,” she said as he approached. “I thought you were working along today I wouldn’t have come if I thought--”

“It’s okay,” he interrupted. “In fact, I was thinking maybe it was about time we let the cat out of the bag.”

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Really? I meant I know how much you liked keeping this between us and with my work schedule it’s not like I’ll be seeing your friends often.”

“I’m sure,” he said, reaching for one of her hands. She dropped it to her side, letting his fingers gently brush over the back of her hand. “And I want you to meet them all properly but I wanna shut that little twerp up so badly right now.”

Y/n looked briefly over at where Dustin was sitting. The kid looked away quickly, pretending like he wasn’t paying attention. She laughed, looking back up at her boyfriend. “Yeah? And how are you gonna do that?”

“Oh I can think of a million ways.” Y/n giggled. “But I think for now I’ll settle for a kiss.”

“That I can help with.”

With her other hand, Y/n put down the tape she was holding and then brought it up to rest on Steve’s jaw. She leaned forward and slowly planted her lips on top of his. It was a sweet kiss, no need to do more in the sanctity of a video store, but she was sure to make it drag out. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his arms grip either side of her waist. 

On the other side of the store, Dustin’s jaw was on the floor. 

He stood shocked at what he was seeing. Here was a guy that fumbled through every pickup line since his breakup with Nancy Wheeler, and now he was locking lips with a stranger in record time. 

The bell of the video store rang but Dustin couldn’t pull his eyes away from the scene in front of him. That girl was hot, there was no denying it and was so out of Steve’s league. But with the desire to see him happy, Dustin sent his friend over there anyway. 

“What are you looking at?” asked a voice. Dustin didn’t look away, knowing it was Mike who asked the question. He had just walked in with Lucas and Max. Dustin was supposed to pick up a movie for them but he guessed his annoying Steve went longer than he expected. Dustin couldn’t even muster words, just point to where Steve was locking lips with a total stranger. 

“Holy smokes!” Lucas exclaimed. His voice echoed across the store, making Steve and Y/n pull back. Steve guessed they had more of an audience than he intended. 

Taking his girlfriend's hand he asked, “Wanna meet the little shits that I look after?”

“Sure,” she said through a laugh. 

Steve turned to look back at Dustin for the first time since walking over, finding that the other little shits he looked after had joined him. Well, the more people there now, the less he would have to tell later. His hand was still gripping Y/n’s as they walked over, and Steve beamed at the shock look on Dustin’s face. 

“How did you-” Dustin began, but stopped, not being able to comprehend what happened. 

Lucas chimed in. “She’s way out of your league,” he said, earning a smack on his arm from Max. He yelped in surprise. 

“Twerps,” Steve addressed, “This is Y/n, my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend!” Dustin shouted with a gasp. “Since when?”

“Uh since March?” Y/n said, trying to think back to the start of their relationship. “Nice to meet you guys. I've heard a lot about you.”

“March?” Mike asked. “You’ve had a girlfriend since March and we didn’t know?”

Max rolled her eyes. “You guys just don’t pay attention. El and I knew so long ago.”

“You knew?” Steve asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest. “We made an educated guess. And we were right.”

“You must be Max,” Y/n said, pointing out the fiery girl from personality alone. She turned to Dustin and his curly hair. “And Dustin. Mike.. and Lucas?”

“Wow, you’re good,” Mike said. 

Y/n giggled at the young teens words. She leaned into Steve’s side just a little more, her head bumping with his shoulder. 

“How about once my shift’s done we take these little twerps out for some food?” Steve asked her.

She hummed in agreement. “Food sounds good.”

“Only if you're buying!” Dustin exclaimed, pointing a finger at Steve.

Steve pointed a finger back. “Only if you keep your end of the bargain.”

“You tricked me!”

“And yet, Max figured it out.”

Dustin shot a glare toward the red head. His eyes filled with annoyance. She only shrugged and said, “It’s not my fault you’re oblivious.”

Dusting turned back to Steve, Y/n still leaning into his side. He let his shoulders relax with a sigh, his head dropping back with defeat. “Fine! I’ll shut up.”

“I call the front seat!” Lucas called out.

Mike groaned, heading for the door in an attempt to beat his friends. “No fair you got it last time!”

Steve put up his hands in an attempt to quiet them. “Hey twerps I’ve still got an hour and a half left of my shift. Besides,” he turned to his girlfriend. “Y/n gets passenger side.”

Dustin and the rest of the young teens groaned. “Is this how it's gonna be from now on?”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a smile, hugging Y/n closer to him. “That’s how it’s gonna be.”

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forgive me father for sometimes i just say things

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"That's a Good Goodbye" Eddie Munson x Reader

This is my first time writing anything with Eddie and anything even remotely steamy so yk hope you like it-

Eddie was leaving on a weekend trip with Wayne that morning.

Last night you two had called and created the plan. He would meet you in your garage at 8AM and you'd spend an hour or two together before his drive.

You closed the door to the garage behind you, "Good morning" his voice filled your heart with warmth.

You handed him your letter and he pulled you in his lap as he opened it,

"Sorry it's kinda chicken scratch-' you defended your sloppy cursive.

"It's beautiful," he mumbled kissing your temple "...but what does this word say?"

You giggled but supplied the word you had written.

He finished reading with a few squeezes to your thighs. "Thank you. I really do mean it, thank you for this"

"You could thank me another way..." You joked.

Fortunately Eddie took it seriously. "If that's what you'd like-" he slowly brought his lips to yours.

Almost unsurely.

You learned forward closing the gap. The two of you simply kissed for a little while, till his hands started wandering. You giggled a bit but it was completely swallowed by Eddie's lips.Your lips clashed, giggles were muffled between kisses.

His tongue toyed at your lips, you opened quickly turning your head a bit but he pulled away with a whispered.

"Sorry" You giggled at his shyness, your eyes flickered between both of his, "you're fine, that was fine-"

he might have said something but you put your arms around his neck and put your lips back on his before he could apologize again. You licked at his lips, trying to get him to do that again. "Come on that was good-" you muttered against his lips.

Slowly he brought a hand to your neck and brought you to his lips again. He was very reserved, almost as if to make sure you were okay.

Everything he did was steady, slow and calculated. You lightly scratched the hair at the back of his head

"I love you-" you mumbled against his lips. He pulled away to look at you, perched on his lap, his hand on your hips.

"I love you too"

"So stop hesitating- you're fine-"

It was like a switch flipped, soon enough Eddie was all hands and tongue. Hand on your ass, the other under your shirt, softly rubbing at your breasts while his mouth worked magic, tongue swirling, teeth nipping and sucking at your lips.

You couldn't help but let out a small groan. You felt his lips grin on yours, and his chest rumbled as if he was laughing at you.

You pulled away "What?” you challenged, arms still around his neck, looking down at him

"You making fun of me?"

"No" he chuckled "you just bite a lot-"

You scoffed "whatever, I'll just stop then"

"Well I never said I didn't like it"

"Mhm, riight" you teased, his breath hot on your lips.

"Oh whatever" he mumbled, kissing you again. You seemed to find a rhythm in the kiss and soon his hands started to wander, from your ass to your hip to between your legs. You gasped a bit at the feeling, His fingers danced there for a second before he pulled away

"I'm sorry-"

"That's fine-" you muttered "just new"

"Are you okay with that though?"

"Yeah it's fine"

"But fine or-"

"Eddie." You cut him off with a kiss and grabbed his hand guiding it back to its magic spot. "It's good, great even. I like it stop worrying"

He took that seriously cause within a second his hand was rubbing and his lips were pressed to your own. Back and forth, he'd rub slow for a bit and then harder. your breath became labored, between his hand between your legs and the other under your shirt you were slowly losing your mind.

"you're so pretty, I love you, you're so so so pretty" your breath was heavy and eyes were closed as you muttered against his lips

"Your eyes are closed, princess." he chuckled, still rubbing between your legs gently but still deliberately.

"I just had my eyes open, and I've seen you this morning, you're very pretty. I know you're still pretty right now." You mumbled, leaning down to kiss his lips again. The kiss lasted till you ran out of air, and when you came out of it you, unashamedly, took a second to catch your breath.

Eddie pulled away slightly "Are you good?"

You just nodded, one hand tangled in the hair at the back of his head, the other under his shirt, running up and down his torso, almost scratching.

"You sure? You're breathing pretty hard-"

"I'm good, really good. So good-" you blabbered, already pulling him back to your lips.

He giggled this time against your lips, you sat back a bit rolling your eyes, "you done?" He laughed again but brought the hand under your shirt to your neck and guided your lips back to his.

"Not yet”

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"That's a Good Goodbye" Eddie Munson x Reader

This is my first time writing anything with Eddie and anything even remotely steamy so yk hope you like it-

Eddie was leaving on a weekend trip with Wayne that morning.

Last night you two had called and created the plan. He would meet you in your garage at 8AM and you'd spend an hour or two together before his drive.

You closed the door to the garage behind you, "Good morning" his voice filled your heart with warmth.

You handed him your letter and he pulled you in his lap as he opened it,

"Sorry it's kinda chicken scratch-' you defended your sloppy cursive.

"It's beautiful," he mumbled kissing your temple "...but what does this word say?"

You giggled but supplied the word you had written.

He finished reading with a few squeezes to your thighs. "Thank you. I really do mean it, thank you for this"

"You could thank me another way..." You joked.

Fortunately Eddie took it seriously. "If that's what you'd like-" he slowly brought his lips to yours.

Almost unsurely.

You learned forward closing the gap. The two of you simply kissed for a little while, till his hands started wandering. You giggled a bit but it was completely swallowed by Eddie's lips.Your lips clashed, giggles were muffled between kisses.

His tongue toyed at your lips, you opened quickly turning your head a bit but he pulled away with a whispered.

"Sorry" You giggled at his shyness, your eyes flickered between both of his, "you're fine, that was fine-"

he might have said something but you put your arms around his neck and put your lips back on his before he could apologize again. You licked at his lips, trying to get him to do that again. "Come on that was good-" you muttered against his lips.

Slowly he brought a hand to your neck and brought you to his lips again. He was very reserved, almost as if to make sure you were okay.

Everything he did was steady, slow and calculated. You lightly scratched the hair at the back of his head

"I love you-" you mumbled against his lips. He pulled away to look at you, perched on his lap, his hand on your hips.

"I love you too"

"So stop hesitating- you're fine-"

It was like a switch flipped, soon enough Eddie was all hands and tongue. Hand on your ass, the other under your shirt, softly rubbing at your breasts while his mouth worked magic, tongue swirling, teeth nipping and sucking at your lips.

You couldn't help but let out a small groan. You felt his lips grin on yours, and his chest rumbled as if he was laughing at you.

You pulled away "What?” you challenged, arms still around his neck, looking down at him

"You making fun of me?"

"No" he chuckled "you just bite a lot-"

You scoffed "whatever, I'll just stop then"

"Well I never said I didn't like it"

"Mhm, riight" you teased, his breath hot on your lips.

"Oh whatever" he mumbled, kissing you again. You seemed to find a rhythm in the kiss and soon his hands started to wander, from your ass to your hip to between your legs. You gasped a bit at the feeling, His fingers danced there for a second before he pulled away

"I'm sorry-"

"That's fine-" you muttered "just new"

"Are you okay with that though?"

"Yeah it's fine"

"But fine or-"

"Eddie." You cut him off with a kiss and grabbed his hand guiding it back to its magic spot. "It's good, great even. I like it stop worrying"

He took that seriously cause within a second his hand was rubbing and his lips were pressed to your own. Back and forth, he'd rub slow for a bit and then harder. your breath became labored, between his hand between your legs and the other under your shirt you were slowly losing your mind.

"you're so pretty, I love you, you're so so so pretty" your breath was heavy and eyes were closed as you muttered against his lips

"Your eyes are closed, princess." he chuckled, still rubbing between your legs gently but still deliberately.

"I just had my eyes open, and I've seen you this morning, you're very pretty. I know you're still pretty right now." You mumbled, leaning down to kiss his lips again. The kiss lasted till you ran out of air, and when you came out of it you, unashamedly, took a second to catch your breath.

Eddie pulled away slightly "Are you good?"

You just nodded, one hand tangled in the hair at the back of his head, the other under his shirt, running up and down his torso, almost scratching.

"You sure? You're breathing pretty hard-"

"I'm good, really good. So good-" you blabbered, already pulling him back to your lips.

He giggled this time against your lips, you sat back a bit rolling your eyes, "you done?" He laughed again but brought the hand under your shirt to your neck and guided your lips back to his.

"Not yet”

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Imagine...Sam Convincing You That You Like To Cuddle

Pairing: Sam x reader

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Keep reading

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"Guy" and "man" have different connotations with adjectival nouns. Like "tree guy" = arborist but "tree man" = he lives in a tree, or maybe he is a tree.

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ohhh october be kind. on god be kind

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literally the only reason i post and repost, like "Omg maybe one of my mutuals\followees\followers will see this and be like- Oh my god shes so funny im gonna say hi-"

I feel like you post a lot for attention

Is...is that not the point?

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Happy 21st of September!

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Love language: Physical Touch with S.H.

just fluffy, wrote it a couple weeks ago cause I'm trying to get back in to writing-

*NOT PROOF READ*

You giggled as Steve kissed your face over and over, without notice he tugged at your knee from your seat next to him.

“What?” you laughed in a whisper pulling your gaze from the movie in front of the couple.

“I just wanna hold you-” the male pouted and tugged on your hand as if to bring you closer.

“You're pretty much holding me, sir.” you teased “What, you want to have me on your lap?”

“That sounds like a great idea actually” he agreed as if you had come up with the idea originally.

you rolled your eyes, “Riiigghhhtt, I'm just full of those. Not like you're transparent or anything”

The boy scoffed playfully “geez can a man not want to hold his girlfriend? Okay- whatever” he defended softly and turned back to face the movie.

you laughed this time and swung your legs over your pouting boyfriend.

“Is this better?” you asked, reaching your hand over to turn his attention from the movie back to her.His brow furrowed for a second before he tugged you all the way onto his lap, a smile on his face

“Much better.” He whispered, lightly kissing the edge of your lips. His hands rubbing circles on your lower back and on your knees.

“You're ridiculous.” you mumbled a bit flustered, turning your attention back to the movie.

“Only for you, baby” he whispered before kissing your temple.

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Love language: Physical Touch with S.H.

just fluffy, wrote it a couple weeks ago cause I'm trying to get back in to writing-

*NOT PROOF READ*

You giggled as Steve kissed your face over and over, without notice he tugged at your knee from your seat next to him.

“What?” you laughed in a whisper pulling your gaze from the movie in front of the couple.

“I just wanna hold you-” the male pouted and tugged on your hand as if to bring you closer.

“You're pretty much holding me, sir.” you teased “What, you want to have me on your lap?”

“That sounds like a great idea actually” he agreed as if you had come up with the idea originally.

you rolled your eyes, “Riiigghhhtt, I'm just full of those. Not like you're transparent or anything”

The boy scoffed playfully “geez can a man not want to hold his girlfriend? Okay- whatever” he defended softly and turned back to face the movie.

you laughed this time and swung your legs over your pouting boyfriend.

“Is this better?” you asked, reaching your hand over to turn his attention from the movie back to her.His brow furrowed for a second before he tugged you all the way onto his lap, a smile on his face

“Much better.” He whispered, lightly kissing the edge of your lips. His hands rubbing circles on your lower back and on your knees.

“You're ridiculous.” you mumbled a bit flustered, turning your attention back to the movie.

“Only for you, baby” he whispered before kissing your temple.

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ok so i have some old gotg sketches and i thought that i should give them a second life and show them to y'all, so here's a sketch of mr. star-dork 🕺