Cop!Steve Headcannons (NSFW Included)

MICHAEL MYERS X STRANGER THINGS

Come Out | Mean!Eddie x Fem! Reader | 18+

(( I know it's not Halloween yet, but I felt like timing that fic this way so yeah halloween smut yay!))

Requested by: Anon Summary: What about some eddie smut where he dresses up like Michael myers and stalks reader around the house and makes her go hide and if he finds her she's biiiiiig trouble

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“Come on out, Princess. I just want to play.” 

Halloween night had not gone as planned. First, it was Eddie deciding to cancel the movie date. Then it was the little phone calls with hollow breathing at  the ends of the receiver. It had drove you to hell and back. What really had done it when he’d shown up dressed up in his costume [practically scaring you to death. You had enough of his little tricks, yelling and calling him names, making sure he knew how much of a pain he was, but this was his final straw. 

He snapped. 

“Don’t you want to play with, Daddy?” Eddie had been searching up and down for his favorite plaything - no sign of stopping. The house was probably the closest thing to a mansion as anyone could get in Hawkins. Searching through every nook and cranny to locate the object of his desire. Brown orbs that once held a softness to them were now hardened. Darkened with anger. Eddie needs to make you pay for every action, "Kitten, I know you're hiding from me."

From your place underneath the guest bed you kept a hand clamped over your mouth, warm breath fanning against your palm. A poor attempt to muffle the frequent sobs and whimpers. Fear rocked through you, heart beating wildly, blood pumping. Each creak of the floorboards sends you into a frenzy of panic, old wood whining beneath his boots. He stalks down the hall closer to your room, noting how the door was left wide open, only sparing it a quick glance before moving on. You'd be dumb to hide in there. Eddie knew he’d picked out the smartest of the bunc. He continued down the hall dragging the kitchen knife along the wall as he went. Blade scraping against the hardened wood, a horrible shrill sound  echoing down the long hallway. It drove you wild and it was surely intentional."I only want to play, sweetheart." He coos, voice cutting through the eerie silence hanging amidst the air. "Daddy, knows how much you like to play. I'm not mad. Everyone gets a little angry." 

Eddie's tone was so sickeningly-sweet. Making it even harder to hide. One part of you knew he was gone and yet the other side wanted nothing more to fall into his arms. You tensed as the door creaked open followed by the heavy thud of his footsteps. Then they stopped.

 You looked to the left. Nothing, then to the right- "Boo!" A scream ripped its way through your throat as his face sat only mere inches away, dark curls framing his face. "Gotcha." His hands immediately flung out to grab ahold of you.

One hand on the forearm and the other around the base of your knee, dragging whilst you were kicking, screaming, clawing at everything in a desperate attempt to get away.

As he does so the carpet bites into your skin surely harsh enough to leave small burns. "Eddie! No-" He hauls you off the ground and tosses you onto the mattress with such a force it's shocking. You scramble to get up, but he's got you at knife-point.

"Ah, ah, ah." He tuts with a click of his tongue, pressing the blade to your collarbone, "Let's not get too hasty now. I think you owe me a big apology for your little outburst of behavior, sweetheart."

"E-Eddie, please I'm sorry I-I.." You were unable to form a coherent sentence, stumbling over words as they tumbled poorly from your lips. He was eating it up.

"Dumb bitch." He hissed, pressing the blade with a bit more pressure, making your words turn into pathetic little sobs. "Can't even fucking apologize properly. I worked so hard to give you everything and you just had to go and throw a little fit." Each word was laced with venom. 

"I-I'm sorry." Eddie eyes you over as the wimpy apology finally makes its way to his ears. However, he's way past that stage.

"Sit up and take this dumb sweater off. It makes you look stupid." He growled, stepping back so you could stand up off the mattress. Still wielding the knife in his hand in case you felt like making an escape attempt. 

Shaking hands reach down to the hem to pull the crème colored sweater off and over your head. Eddie snatches the item and tossed it over his shoulder landing somewhere on the floor. He takes in every curve and dip of your body, like a predator does with its prey, "God baby you look so fuckin' cute when you're scared." His fingers cup your breast through the thin material of your laced bra. A moan had somehow slipped through all the whining you'd been doing.

"Ed-"

"Not my name, slut." He's quick to correct you.

Quickly going to correct yourself, "Daddy, please I-I need you."

Eddie tilts his head to the side examining you, curls flowing with his movements, "No, you don't get anything from me. You're gonna take your fucking punishment and thank me for it." He drags the knife down your chest, between the cups of your breasts and down to the hem of your skirt. "Take it off, princess. Then bend that little ass over the mattress." 

Eddie was meticulous, carefully plotting each step of your punishment right then and there, knowing full well you'd give in. It was hard to tell such a pretty man, No. Especially after the fact you'd gone so far as to hide, even throwing a fit calling him such names. 

You deserved this.

Shimmying out of the skirt and kicking it off afterwards looking up at Eddie, who only gave a cold stare in return. "Come on baby, bend over." You shiver as the coolness of the sheets nip at the warmth of your skin. Shuddering as you bend over the mattress and Eddie smirks. "That's my good girl." He sets aside the knife and takes in a deep breath. "Now, how many spanks do you think you deserve for your little outburst, Hmm?" His hands knead the flesh of your ass, rings digging against your skin in an unpleasant way making you squirm.

"T-Ten."

"Only Ten?" He seems shocked. "No. I think you deserve more than that, let's double it.” Eddie argues kicking apart your legs with his boot, “Let’s make it Twenty."

"B-But, Daddy-" The first strike catches you off guard and a sharp sting blooms across your backside. Eddie admires the reddened skin chuckling, still managing to make you squirm.

"No, buts. I wanna hear you count and thank me for each one. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." Your response urges him to continue.

The first strike was gentle, to say the least, knowing full well he could hit harder. "One! Thank you, Daddy." Then the second came even harder, turning up the pain, "Two, Thank you." The third one was even worse: the skin was growing a bright red and purple bloomed from the spot his rings had struck.

Twenty painful plows left you whimpering, sobbing, and totally wrecked. Tears stained your cheeks, eyes red and puffy. Just how he liked you, "Such a good little slut. I wish you would argue with me more often, I like punishing you." He huffs, rubbing his fingers lightly over the abused flesh earning a choked sob from you.

"I-Im really sorry, Daddy." You were going to pay for every word, that much was true, but Eddie had never been so - Pissed.

“I know you are, baby. You’ll remember this moment the next time you wanna get smart with me.” He hissed, you turn to look back at him through your lashes as he unbuttons the blue jumpsuit he had been sporting for his costume. “But tonight it’s all about making it up to, Daddy. I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want all fucking night. Best part is no one will hear you screaming.” He admits. 

“Daddy, please.”

“Shut it, princess. The only thing you need to be begging me for is to ask for it harder.” Eddie jeered, gripping your hips and adjusting his position. He stood between your legs, fingers skillfully dancing over the hem of the lilac panties that you adorned. A rush of coolness brushes over your exposed lips as he shoves the lacey garment down your knees. “Look at that already wet and waiting for my cock.” The pads of his fingers toy with your entrance enjoying the way your walls clenched around nothing. A soft gasp escapes you feeling him toy with your entrance.

“I’m going to destroy this cute little hole of yours, princess.” Eddie is kind enough to let you in on his plan. His cock hardens at the site of slick that has coated his fingers when he pulls them away, immediately going to have a taste of you. He groans the sweet-salty filling all of his senses. You let out a whine as his fingers leave the comfort of your core, his fingers go to wrap around his cock, pulling aside the costume to free himself. Using one hand to pump his shaft to full hardness, a small bead of pre-cum leaking from the head, brushing his thumb over it, as he stares down at your entrance. His other hand has a tight grip on your hip as he guides himself inside, soft walls hugging, sucking him deeper inside.

Eddie shudders at the feeling. How you always managed to stay so tight for him was fucking unbelievable. Head lolling back, Adam's apple bobbing as a short grunt leaves his lips. “Fuck - Shit baby - You’ve got such a tight little hole.”

"God- Daddy - F-Fuck me." You moan almost breathless enjoying how his cock fills you up, inch by inch and stretches you in the most pleasurable way. Eddie takes how you clench around him as a sign to move. His hips meeting your very bruised ass mixing the line between and pleasure.  

Eddie grunts he takes his time building a comfortable rhythm, leaving your toes curling, eyes fluttering, and lips parted as lewd sounds fill the room. Eddie chuckles, "Don't worry baby. I'm gonna take care of that pretty little hole. Already sucking me in nice and tight." As soon as the words to the brim, the head striking that serene spot leaving you absolutely dumb. Eyes rolling into your head as his pace picks up, the sound of skin meeting skin accompanying the pornagraphic sounds hanging in the air. His fingers tightly wound at your hips nails biting into the supple curves as he fucked you into the mattress. He was relentless making sure you felt every inch and managing to hit that golden spot each time making you see stars.

“Ungh- Fuck -Shit, Daddy!” You cried out hands going to fist the sheets beneath you trying to find someway to keep yourself grounded in this moment. His shoulders were bent back, muscles tensed, jaw slack as his own noises sounded with yours.

"That's it, slut. Fucking take my cock like the greedy princess you are." He grunts making sure you knew how much of a slut you were for him. Eddie practically growled at you like a wild animal claiming its prey. A sharp pressur began to build in your abdomen and Eddie chuckled, “Don’t you dare fucking cum slut.”

"D-Daddy… Please.." You plead through tears and breathless moaning, but Eddie sneered down at you, “I said, No!” Hips slapping against your own. You throw your head back moaning, “You’re not fucking cumming tonight, not with that bratty little mouth, you’re going to take care of my needs for once!” He snapped cock beginning to twitch, balls clenching, as you grew tighter due to the building orgasm.

He was going to make you ride that high for as long as possible, as his own cock was twitching. “Fuck, gonna cum in this little pussy, fill it up and make you hold it. My slut.” He was going to be completely milked by your pussy. Eddie’s hips picked up the pack, before he felt it. The sharp and hot feeling through his abdomen as he came. Throwing his head back letting out a grunt, before leaning over you, torso pressed against your back, hips meeting with the bruised cheeks of your ass. "That's it, baby. Take it - Fuccck." He groans, thighs tensed, and shuddering cumming deep within you, a warmth floods your insides and one final strangled moan escapes you. Coating every part of you, flooding your little pussy, and staying deep inside. Enjoying every moment spent inside you.

Eddie sighs completely relieved and totally spent, pulling out of your aching cunt leaving you shuddering. He leans down and kisses your shoulder, brushing away the stray hairs stuck to the back of your neck . "Such a good girl, princess. So fucking good for, Daddy." He kisses your shoulder blades and helps you sink further into the mattress as he steps back to watch his handiwork drip from your used hole. “Fucking pretty like this. Maybe you should lose your temper more often.” A whine escapes you and he chuckles, going gently to rub the sore flesh. “I know, baby. I know. Next time don’t get so whiny.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“Mm, I love you too, princess. Happy Halloween.”

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I knew it

…he’s always been there

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Notes: this is my own original work and characters, please do not copy, translate, or steal anything from my works.

“Another day in hell,” Steve grunts, reaching for a box of party favors, “There’s no way it could get any worse.”

“Well, if you keep talking instead of moving your ass then it’ll get worse.” Lila comments from her spot at the bottom of the ladder. Steve cranes his head to look back down at her and grins.

“Aww don’t be such a party pooper, babes.” He teases, but turns back to get to work on moving the box of favors.

Lila scoffs in response, “I’m not. I just don’t want our asses to be grass.” 

“You think that Stan  really gives a shit about this place? Let alone us?” Steve inquires, climbing down the ladder with the box in tow. 

“Eh,” She shrugs while taking the box, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not. Still, I wanna keep my ass in check.” 

Steve rolls his eyes as her back is to him. Lila sets the box down and starts digging, until she releases a sigh, “Aha! One left!” She has plucked a packet of tacky, green dotted, set of plates from the box. “Fifty a pack. Our customer will be satisfied.”

Steve chuckles and snatches the item from her. “All that for some ugly plates.”

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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.

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

Pretty baby

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So, I love writing for you guys and I enjoy stranger things, but how would you guys appreciate reading some of my original work? I got some horror stuff I'm working on

Update on the Cop!Steve x Reader. I might be able to edit and post it tonight! So look forward to that!

The Call | Eddie M. X Fem!Reader

Summary: A night at home takes a turn for the worse when you and Eddie have an odd encounter with an anonymous caller.

i got this idea after watching a few horror movies and thought maybe it would be fun to experiment with some ideas using Eddie, because this man is final girl material m'kay so, please enjoy. of course if there is anything you'd like to see horror or fluff wise let me know.

There was no foreseeable end to the torrential downpour. It had been raining for days and it made for a rather slow day. However, this was a constant reminder of how much you needed to pack up and leave. A small town with hardly anything to show for, mediocre jobs, zero support and horrible pasts. Life wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but Indiana wasn't the home you wanted. Even if you’d lived in the shitty town of Hawkins most of your life, some good had came from it so you held off.

You had made some friends by scoring a job at Family Video, thanks to Robin. She was the first true friend you had, but you couldn't have her without Steve Harrington. He used to be the showboat type flexing and flaunting his parents money to any girl he saw. The man that could flirt with anything that moved yet he was somehow different. He grew on you too. Naturally you became a die-hard trio until you met there other friends. Dustin and the crew of children that hung around were a delight.

Things were starting to get back to normal and then one day changed everything. You had met Eddie. He was so proud to be himself unlike most men he was honest. Wearing his heart out on his sleeve. You still remember the day the you met. Having dropped by the video store after one of his shifts to return a couple of forgotten. The man was a massive flirt, but he was surprised that you returned the playful banter. It was like a game. One that had gone on for several months before he asked you out.

Another two before it was official and by another year Eddie had surprised you with an apartment. One you two shared and enjoyed, but were really interested in a house.

However, it wasn't exactly affordable. So for now you were content with the small space you both shared.

The sound of jingling had yanked you right from all the thinking, followed by the sound of a creak and shuffling footsteps. “Baby?” 

Oh, Eddie was home. You’d been so busy with all the housework and caught up in your thoughts that time was just irrelevant. 

“In the living room!" You call out to him.

Eddie works off his boots kicking them aside, “Hard day, baby?” He asks, shrugging off his jacket, no doubt soaked from the rain.

“Not really.” You reply reaching down into the basket once more. “Just been doing laundry and cleaning up around the house. Plus you’ve got clothes to sleep in now.” You joke and he chuckles.

"Perfect. I'm gonna shower." Eddie waltzes down the hall passing you on the way. However halfway he stops. "You wanna join?" The smirk that curls his lips upwards is undeniable and you know exactly what he'd been implying to.

However it'd hard to ignore him, so you give in, "Alright, just going to finish this last shirt." You instruct and although it may have been cruel to make such a pretty man wait. Like the child he was Eddie cheered.

You folded the shirt neatly and set it aside in a pile, before pushing yourself off the couch. Only to be stopped by the phone.

Eddie's voice calls from down the hall, "Babe you coming?"

You curse the caller in your head. "Yes, just a minute. It might be Robin." Of course Eddie groans. He's a desperate man right now.

You giggle and reach for the phone, not even to bother with checking who it was. Lifting up the phone to your ear you smile.

"Hello Robin." A smile that could be felt through the phone. Eddie had made a point to tell you that many times his favorite thing was to see you smile. "I was wondering when you were gonna call me I-"

"Hello,(Y/N). You're looking lovely this afternoon."

"Who's this?"

"You'll find out soon enough. For now enjoy your shower."

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