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If a man ever gives me a cheesy pet name, I will literally suck the soul from his body.

Love this game

If you got a glimpse at my unfinished fic no you didn't tumblr glitched out and posted it while I was still writing it

Stranger Danger is a wild ride from here on out dudes and babes

Hi! I was wondering if I could be added to the taglist for stranger danger, if that's okay with you? I'm really enjoying it and I'm looking forward to reading more! @starlitlakes

Yes, of course! All you have to do is ask and I'm happy to oblige. I'm glad you're enjoying it. You've got to share with Ms your favorite part!

The Office | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader

Just a Blurb

New job, new you. Something that was sure to highlight your better talents for your resume. Taking a step towards a better life. A-CORP was a 'from the ground up' type business funded by the CEO and your boss, Steve Harrington. Being an assistant wasn't all that glorious, but here it definitely isn't the average desk job. No. There was more to the job, you'd be designing, preparing, and presenting him with the ideas sent up. From there he'd decide what was good and what was unnecessary.

It was going swell. The first two weeks went by rather quickly, leveling up your clearance around the building. Things were coming along and pretty mundane for the most part. That was until you ran into him. Eddie Munson. He was a lifetime of wild and absolutely handsome.

Those rugged charms, good looks, and eyes you could stay lost in. To bring it all togeyhwr he of course had a soothing voice. So as youre still sat in the floor, with an ache in your bum, that wasn't as prominent as the blush spreading across your cheeks. You gaz up at him, surely making it awkward.

"Woah, babe down!" He chuckles, then bends down at his knees extending his arm out to help, "Let me help you up, pretty girl." You reach for Eddie's hand, allowing him to pull you up on your toes. Almost to quickly because you nearly topple him over, but he's quick to steady you both. "Woah easy."

Once on your evened out he steps back. "So sorry."

Eddie waves a hand across the hair shrugging his shoulders, "Nah." He shakes his head, "It's fine. Honestly a pleasure bumpin' into a hottie." Eddie nods his head towards you and you blush.

"Hottie? Me?" It was hard to for you to believe. However if a cute little number like Eddie was calling you hot then it was fine.

"Oh, yeah. Shit, yeah." He nods, spray curls bouncing with his movements. He smiles, "Obviously it's something I mean respectively."

"Thank you, Eddie." You smile from ear to ear, reaching down to adjust the buttons on your top. Brushing off your pencil skirt.

"So, you know my name." He smiles back. "That's-" He grins, "-that's great."

"Of course, Mr. Harrington is more than pleased with the work that comes from your department." You admit, although Steve wouldn't say that much. Usually just a nod or shrug here and there. Yet, it probably meant the world to Eddie, seeing as he was the head of Design Engineering. The genuine smile that he flash proved that, but it made his confidence in himself soar.

Eddie props himself against the office door letting you pass into your office. "Right." He laughs, brushing his nose with his thumb. "Here I was thinking you were some stalker."

You snicker at his comment, "It's not in my job description to keep eyes on other employees." Sparing him a glance as you plop down in the luxurious black-leather chair. The finest of office supplies were given to you at the request of Mr. Harrington. This was due to how likely you'd be stuck in there working.

"Damn, that's lame." Eddie sighs. "Thought maybe something interesting was going to happen."

"Yeah I met you." You retort with a grin.

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I'm going to finally get back into writing. I miss it to much! I've just been so busy

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So, I was watching Labyrinth yesterday and listening to my Eddie Playlist when suddenly my brain exploded with a genius idea.

Let’s draw Eddie as Jareth, so immediately went to work and here is the WIP so far.

I knew it

…he’s always been there

Lockeroom | Cop!Steve x Fem!Reader |

Notes: This is a gift for my bestie @rollergirlworld , happy birthday to Steve’s wife! We both love a sweaty and dom, Steve. I wanted to try and do something new plot wise and environmentally unique, plus I know this will really be fun to write. So rollergirl and others please enjoy.

“Go, Steve!” You clap your palms together cheering loudly with the other wives and their partners, but Steve, he was all yours. Admits the mess of bodies you find his hazel eyes, cramped by strands of his damp chestnut locks. You were his little cheerleader and he fed off it.

He sends a wink your way and returns his full focus back to the game, white sneakers screeching against the court as the team works to get the ball. Occasionally him and some of the other officers got together to play a few rounds of ball and would somehow convince you to tag along. However, it didn’t take much convincing when his head was between your thighs, plus the sight of him like this was enticing.

The way his muscles tensed beneath the grey fabric of his tee drove you something akin to horny. A need was deeply present in between your legs. Reminiscent of the earlier events of the day. “Steve is something isn’t he?” Martha breathes — the wife to the chief — eyes him up. A tinge of jealous coils within your gut and you huff.

“Sure is, Martha.” You reply, shifting in your spot on the bleachers. She was a nosy twit and always had it out for your fiancé because Henry couldn’t put it out. She scoffs and turns her nose upward, turning her gaze away from you. Steve was simply all yours and it taken time to get where you were now. Hours went by until the game was called and the guys rushed to the showers. One by one the other men went, followed by their wives chasing them out the door, until you were alone.

No sign of your Steve. Odd. You gathered your things and rushed into the locker room calling out for your partner, “Stevie?” You push the door upon with your hip, shoving the handle down and entering the large back room. Another call out for his name is met with a small grunt and you rush around the corner towards the lockers, heels clacking noisily against linoleum tiles. Steve was seated on one of the benches, still clad in his gym shorts, his shirt discarded and a towel slung loosely over his shoulder.

Your shoulders slump in relief, “There you are. I thought maybe you died back here.” There was a lightheartedness to the tone, but Steve didn’t respond. You slowly lower down to your knees before him palms splaying out over his cheeks, “Stevie?”

He snaps out of his daze and his hazel eyes meet with yours, “I heard from Chief White, you had a little spat with his wife. Care to explain your attitude?”

Your aghast and a little embarrassed. She was always such a tattle and a bit prudish, “She was making comments and staring you down, Steve. I didn’t like it.”

“But I’ve warned you about that attitude, baby. Many times.” His eyes are focused on you now, jaw hardened beneath your hands. Calloused fingers brush over your own hands and push them down and away. “I think you need to learn a lesson.” He pats his thigh and your throat grow drys, gulping down your fear and standing back to your full height.

Awkwardly shifting on your feet, before sinking stomach down over his lap, hands gripping onto his forearm. His other hand helps steady your bottom, heels providing an extra support, but not comfortably. “Count every single one. We’ll start with ten, then see how well your bruised ass helps get that attitude in check.” He works your skirt up over your ass and admires the choice of undergarments.

You knew what was coming next and it thrilled you to no end, but at the same time it would be painful.

They always said that love hurts, and knows no bounds.