Creativity Comes In Different Forms. They Don't Own Eddie So It's Not Theirs To Complain About. If They

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

I know this is a writing blog, but let me share this little gem from NCIS S3: E20

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I'll do a masterlist when I've written more than like three things. I haven't written much

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Kinda bored if fluff atm I need some of the darker stuff. suggestions?

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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@munson-blurbs to late I'm crying, it could be my allergies tho, but I'm thrilled

Kinda bored if fluff atm I need some of the darker stuff. suggestions?

No no she does. I also love you

I know you’ve worked very hard. However, we do have to address skipping classes. 🕶

I….did not do that

I told you don’t listen to Carol, she’s doesn’t like to see me happy

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

PLEASE ENOY THE FILTH

“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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Stranger Danger | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader | Two

PLOT: Eddie is a loving single father and a busy man, he hires you on occasion to watch his child. Sometimes he wish he had the courage to ask you out, but one terrible weekend will prove to him he hasn't got much time.

WARNINGS: blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

Next morning Eddie had been pulled from his sleep bright and early, due to usual routine. Except he didn't need to be at the studio until tomorrow. He would be away for the next three days he'd be in the next town over filming a new album and helping produce the music. So domestic days like this were very rare.

So he decided for once he'd try his hand at home cooked breakfast. The kind that families would wake up to in those old 70's, 80's, and 90's films. From how well he knew you, Eddie remembered how much you loved biscuits. Biscuits with sausage gravy to be more specific. Well, how hard could it be to make?

Where it would surprise almost anyone. You knew that Eddie happened to be an excellent chef. It was part of that magical charm of his. Knowing how to prepare the most unique dishes was something that made him stand out from others.

As he stirred the gravy on top the stove he set the timer for the biscuits sitting in the oven, twenty minutes should do just fine. Knowing that you had commented on how coffee kept you going on early mornings, he remembered to prepare a pot. Sweet smells of freshly baked biscuits, sausage, and brewing coffee wafted through the halls. It had stirred you awake from your slumber. Before you woke up completely you took in all the smells, then pulled yourself out of bed.

You stumble sleepily into the kitchen. The sight of Eddie in the kitchen was surely swoon worthy. Long shaggy, dark curls, pulled back into a bun, towel slung over his shoulder, dressed in an old tee and sweatpants. The ones that hugged his hips and hung a bit low, it made you feel warm deep down.

Eddie turns around and smiles, holding a bowl of freshly made gravy he greets you, "Morning, early bird." You snort and walk over to him.

"Good morning, Eddie." You eye the gravy, "Who's all this for?"

He sets it down and smiles sheepishly, "Well, I know you had a hard night and I'd figure I could make you breakfast for once." He explained and you take a seat at the end of the table, Eddie standing over you. "I gotta take care of my girls once and a while." He comments and continues setting up the table.

Elsewhere

Steve had shown up for his shift that morning at eight o'clock sharp, but as he pulled into the lot there were two more cars occupying the spaces. His boss Mike's vintage BMV was joined by to police cruisers. Shit. He mentally cursed himself. It had to be related to his little incident the other night and of course she had reported it.

Steve entered the place of business, bell signaling his entrance. Mike turned to glance at his employee along with the two officers. They all shared a look, before approaching him and Mike scurried off to the back. "Steve? Steve Harrington?"

Steve drops his bags and nodded, "Yes sir. That's me."

"Son, you'll need to come with us." The burly officer spoke first and Steve slowly held his hands up. "You Steven K. Harrington are under arrest, and will have the right to remain silent." He grips his shoulder and turns Seve around, gripping both wrists and cuffing him. "Officer Polinski, read him his rights. I'll finish here."

Back at the Munson Household

"This is amazing, Eddie. Absolutely perfect." You manage, covering your mouth as you spoke for politeness. Violet agreed clapping her hands out of excitement. After all, she was so used to pre-made meals or quick meals unless you cooked for her.

This was probably the first genuine meal he'd made in a while. "Daddy made yummy biscuits." She exclaims reaching over to scoop another bite into her small mouth. Violet had some gravy stuck to her nose and a drop on her cheek, definitely requiring a bath afterwards.

"Why, thank you." Eddie takes the compliment and goes to take another bite when the phone ringing interrupted their meal. Violet continued eating despite the interruption, but Eddie and (Y/N) were more concerned. They looked up from their plates, before Eddie stood up and excused himself from the table to answer the phone.

He caught it just in time on the fifth ring before it went straight to voice-mail. Glancing down at the Caller I.D. he noticed it was the Hawkins P.D. from their unique identification. "Hello?" He answered raising the phone to his ear and another voice greeted him.

"Morning, Mr. Munson. This is Chief Hopper with the Hawkins P.D. and I just need a moment of your time." The deep voice on the other end replied. "Did I wake you?"

Eddie took a breath and looked back at you and Violet. "No. No-Uhm," He shakes his head, turning his attention back to the conversation. Turning his back to the kitchen as to not worry you or his little girl. "You didn't. Didn't wake me, Chief." He replies slightly in disbelief, trying to understand the sudden need for a phone-call in the first place.

"Good, look let me start with an apology towards Miss (L/N)." Hopper spoke.

Eddie was confused, "To her? What for?" "Well, for the unfortunate experience she had with that boy, Steve Harrington." The chief reminds him and Eddie now understood. This must mean they caught him.

"So, they caught him?"

Steve looks back at the officers as he's escorted out of the van, sporting a new orange jumpsuit. Roughly being shoved towards the prison guards, now seeing as he was there problem from now on. The smell of the halls, the cells, it was horrible and filthy. This is the worst cell-block he heard the officers mention. This is what he deserved for his behavior. It made his blood boil.

"Yes. He's being transported to the big house now as we speak." Eddie smiled, he was relieved.

"So why the apology?" He asks then.

"We didn't handle the situation properly that night, but one of my officers, Hank, he uh saw the kid's record. So we got 'em."

"That's great, Sir. Thank you, I'll let her know." With that he hangs up and Eddie is immediately relieved as he sets the phone down. He sports a smile as he returns to the kitchen to deliver the good news. Only to find you hard at work over the sink cleaning up after him. God, what would he do without you?

He'd die.

Cell Block D Hawkin's Correctional

Steve huffed as the office tugged his wrists through the bars to uncuff him, but his grip was tight. The officer in question was smirking the whole time, "Hope you enjoy your stay. You've even got a room-mate, have fun." He sneered, before walking off, swinging the cuffs around his finger whistling the tune of some oldie.

"Well. Well. Well, look what the shit dragged in." That voice. He recognized it, Steve slowly turned and sure as fuck there he was. Billy Hargrove in all his shining, messy, and cocky glory. "Been a while, Harrington."

"Hargrove." He spat.

"King Steve." Billy spat back with even more venom, slowly approaching him before getting up in his face. "I've missed your dumb ass. So, what're you in for?" He asks circling Steve, who in turn watches him like a hawk.

He scoffs, "None of your business." Steve defends. Billy chuckles and steps back to take a seat on the right centered cot, manspreading and smirking.

"Come on, tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine. Deal?"

"Fine." He gives in, "I'll tell you."

Life is about the choices you make or will make, you just have to make the right ones.

Tell me, do you?

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