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Its like miraculous ladybug with how bad his vision is- (Died over the layout good luck trying to read it in order im sorry- TwT <3)
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wordfather · 12 hours
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i am not immune to heart shaped objects
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uroko · 2 days
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deetealeaf · 3 days
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theres like a 50% chance ppl will see this sooo
If this post gets like.,,,,.. 100- 200 notes imma post a audio of either me talking(which ig isnt a big deal lol) or singing depends on my mood which one yiu get :]
and hey give me song requests if u wanna be really wild :0
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2014nbhd · 2 days
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hiddenmoonbeam · 3 days
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Trying out new brushes with lesbian Sirius because this image wouldn’t leave my head...
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erwinsvow · 14 hours
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it’s right after your second or third date. rafe brings you along with him to the house party, an official outing, your first as a real couple. he’s known you as sarah’s quiet friend for the last few years, but now you’re his girlfriend, a role he thinks you’ve settled into nicely. 
it hasn’t been that long, but he can see how things are gonna go—thoughts already forming and settling in his mind about how to get you out of your shell, figure out how to be soft and gentle with you the way you want. he’s gotten pretty good at it in the month it took to win you over, but it’s more important now, feels more serious. 
you sit next to him, big eyes looking around the room, at the people snorting coke and smoking weed, and then back at rafe, drinking his beer. he would pull you into his lap but he doesn’t want to spook you, he knows you won’t like it in front of all these people. he settles for you leaning against his shoulder, an arm swung around you, pulling you in.
“havin’ fun?” you glance up at rafe, and then back down to your lap, nodding your head. he tilts your head up with his fingers. “use your words.” 
“don’t wanna lie,” you mumble, pressing your face against his arm. “can we go home soon?”
“yeah, kid. i’ll bring you home. c’mon.” rafe tries to stand but you pull on his shirt, bringing him back down to the couch with you.
“no, i wanna go home with you.”
“you wanna come to tannyhill with me? you sure?” 
rafe makes sure to look you in the eyes, trying to assess if he thinks you’re ready for that. you nod eagerly in response. you probably want to cuddle in his bed and watch videos of people making food and reviewing books on your phone together. he thinks in shock for a moment that he’s not opposed to that idea, checking his watch for the time. you have a curfew and he doesn’t need your parents hating him just yet.
“uh-huh. i’m sure.”
“and what’d you wanna do at tannyhill, hm? ‘cause i’m sick of those shitty book videos-”
“well i was thinking maybe you could tie me up.” rafe turns his head too fast, looking down at you. you’re smiling sweetly, eyes a little wide and round, seeming excited.
“huh?”
“well, i told my parents i’m sleeping over with sarah. so if we have time, can you slap me around too?”
“huh?” 
“oh.” you look disappointed. “is that too much? i’m sorry. i just thought i’d ask.”
“too much?” he repeats. he’s confused, head spinning. 
“oh, rafe, don’t worry. it’s no big deal, really. we can just watch the videos instead-”
“no. c’mon. get your ass up.” you stand, following instructions, adjusting your dress with one hand and the other resting in rafe’s grip while he guides you out of the house, back to his truck.
“are you taking me home?”
“m’taking you to tannyhill.”
“to sleep?”
“y’not gonna be sleeping for a while.” your face lights up with another smile while you climb into the passenger seat, something he thinks he should be alarmed by. sarah’s shy friend was long gone. “got any other requests?”
“a couple. but you’ll have to get props. ropes and a gag and stuff. and we should really be somewhere you can chase me down, like the woods. it’s okay, next time!” you buckle your seatbelt, turning to look at rafe with another sweet smile. 
“you little freak.” he's been underestimating you.
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loupy-mongoose · 3 days
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It’s you!
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Despite everything…
It’s still you.
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oobbbear · 3 days
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*shAKES U SHAKES U* /aff <33
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IVE BEEN SHAKED
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manga-toons · 2 days
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"I find it kind of strange
that after all these years
you'll still reach for me"
@intotheelliwoods what if I animated us holding hands platonically?
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thetittywarrior · 12 hours
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usopps-froggy-hat · 3 days
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💗✨😶🪲
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hg-aneh · 2 days
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small hot and genderfluid, got it boss o7
FSDFojgjfsdkgpGSP STOOOOO´P NO ID IDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT AJAJAJHD NOW PEOPLE WILL THINK I HAVE AN EG0 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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lillipupz · 2 days
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a day in the park
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hotluncheddie · 2 days
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omg I didn't realize you wanted chubby steddie asks 🙈
as much as we love the babygirlification of Steve Harrington..... I'm obsessed with boyish manly Steve who is chubby and Eddie is obsessed with him!!!! I'm thinking about your one fic with the sweaty tank top!!!!! do you have more thoughts on this??
yesssssss!!! anon yes yesssssssss!!!!!
not me being like 'yeah! sweaty task top fic nice nice' then realising i have like three different posts that have Steve in a sweaty tank top lol
thankfully @scoops-aboy86 came in clutch with a new tank top sciario <3 (and held my hand thru writing the end lmao ty pal)
but i just love an ex jock trope, i love bulk under muscle and i think big beefy hairy guys are hot - and Steve harrington deserves to be all of that, and more
and also, importantly, eddie munson deserves to have all of that too, in and around him, all the time, in the form of Steve Harrington.
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Eddie had come to accept the wealth of things he could be into, the actual buffet of people and scenarios that could get his dick hard. He's had more than his fair share of knuckle biting orgasms over the ex chief of police Jim Hopper. Before and, maybe worse, after getting to know him.
So he knew what it was to have something of a shame wank. To enjoy a moustache or two and a paunch at a middle.
But nothing, no deep seated daddy issues or fantasy of being held down, could ever prepare him for Steve Harrington.
Post upside down, post eventual college and transition to work. Post two bed apartment with Robin, then two bed apartment with Robin and Eddie. Then actual full blow house with Eddie, and more often than not weekend guest Robin. Dating Steve for as long as has was one thing, loving Steve with everything he had was another, and being loved by Steve was something he still had nights of panic about - silent tears as fear and self doubt gripped his throat, nightmares about it all being an elaborate prank that sneak their way in even with Steves arms wrapped tight around his middle.
but Eddie had him.
Was allowed to love him, and worship Steve for all that he was worth. It was wonderful. Eddie knew that.
But it had its challenges. Nothing past Eddie could've done would help current Eddie for what he was in for.
Like how Steve had bulked up over the years, settled and filled out in a way that made those visions of Hopper, and guys from bars he really shouldn't have been at, all come surging back.
Steve was thick, and strong and still so achingly beautiful. Boyish in his actions at times but also protective and capable in a way that made Eddie swoon. Honest to god. Made him feel like a main character in one of those bodice ripper books he had seen (taken out and read) at the library.
And then Steve made it worse.
So so so much worse.
Because Steve went and got a tattoo.
Well, another tattoo. He added roses to go along with the robin and branch on his arm, adding to its greenery with red petals and thorns that Eddie knew were secretly for him. He’d said, offhandedly, that they were his favourite and he knows, because he knows Steve, that thats something he'd listen to and remember.
He’s a die hard romantic.
And now Eddie is going to die, hard.
Soon, if Steve doesn't put a proper fucking shirt on.
Steves been wearing his stupid, old, cropped, white tank top since the appointment. He's "letting the tattoo breathe", "doesn't like the feeling of the healing skin against the fabric", "wants to do it properly". "hates Eddie and wants him to die of hard dick, big-fat-ball disease."
He glares at Steve from the other end of the couch, and maybe only three of those things are something Steve's actually said, but, he thought them. All of them. Must have.
Because Steve's tank is so old it's nearly see through, the peak of his pink nipple evident and distracting. The cropped end keeps rolling up and exposing his wider bellybutton and soft sides. And, as always, with any tank top, with any tank top on Steve, hit tits are there - hairy and lovely and out.
'Steve, please.' Eddie whines, he doesn't think he can take much more.
Steve just raises his eyebrows, taking a swig of beer and not looking away from the tv. 'If I sweat too much, it'll mess with the healing.' He says.
Eddie just crosses his arms, sinks lower into the couch. ‘Can you put on a normal shirt at least? For my sanity, for that alone, please?' Not wanting to sound desperate, but he is desperate.
Steve sighs, muting the TV. 'C'mere.' He holds his arms out and Eddie crawls into his lap. Still sulking, arms still crossed. ‘Eddie, you’re the one who gave me the tattoo. I’m following your instructions.’ Steve says gently.
‘M’firing Robin for getting you to sign the info form.’ He grumbles.
Steve smiles at him, tucking some hair behind his ears. ‘You can’t fire her for doing her job baby.’
‘Maybe not’ Eddie sniffs. ‘But I’m not sharing my baby blue ink with her next time she gets one of her slutty little lady sailor pin ups booked in.’ He mumbles to himself.
Steve pulls Eddie in closer, hands on his waist as he leans in to whisper in Eddies ear. 'Aren't I being so good though? Following what you said, no strenuous activity for two days right?' His voice a little breathy, soft.
And that makes Eddie pause, makes his insides churn and his heart rate increase. 'Ye-yeah.' He rasps, eyes wide. 'So good Stevie.'
'So we have to wait until tomorrow, like you said, yeah?' Steve asks, eyes all big and sweet, lips in a little pouty.
Fuck. He's right. Eddie dug his own grave.
'Yeah.' He sighs. He can do it, for Steve.
Steve smiles sweetly at him, tapping Eddie on the ass and shifting him closer so Steve can unmute the tv and keep watching his game. 'Good boy.' Steve says, kissing Eddies temple.
…Wait. Eddie scrunches his eyebrows, half hard and confused.
But Steve just holds him closer. Eddie buries his head in Steve's neck, and whines.
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worldwidewebwww · 14 hours
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