I'm Discontinuing Stranger Danger I Have Some Other Stuff I Wanna Write That You All May Enjoy. I'll

So I have decided to open my requests to more than just Steve and Eddie, so here's a list of what I will write for.

Slasher!Steddie

Michael!Steve

Ghostface!Eddie or Steve

Steddie

Ghostface: DBD, 2022, or the original Scream Ghostface

Jareth the Goblin King

Michael Myers

Pennywise (Papa): Original IT

Pennywise (Junior): New IT

I will think of more, but for now here is a good list of what I can think of.

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

That little nose twitch he does, before absolutely shredding it: hot

STRANGER THINGS ‣ 4.09 - The Piggyback BONUS:

I'm going to post that Thanksgiving story today. So gettttt readyyyy for crying and fluff and just all around cuteness.

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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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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 | Three

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: TW 18+ Guns, and gun violence mentioned, blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

Three Days.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday were all Eddie needed. The event from this Thursday still held a deep impact over you, but since Eddie gave the news it had became less pertinent. Having the assaulter locked up was definitely a relief. Especially since you'd be alone with Violet for these days.

Early that morning Eddie hit the road, making sure to leave behind his special care instructions for Violet. Who of which, at the moment was still sleeping in.

You'd let her have her rest. The poor thing was up most of the night with a couple of bad dreams. Her night–terrors usually started up on weekends like this when her father had to go out of town. Being separated from the only parent was tough on such a kind hearted kid.

As she slept in you got some cleaning done around the house, even started a batch of her laundry. Eddie insisted you didn't have to, but you always just did it anyway. As the first load was washing you started to prepare a small breakfast knowing that Violet would wake any second now.

Three days, turned into more, and later rolled into a year. At this point he'd convinced you to become a permanent resident, from babysitter to nanny. Violet sure loved having you around more and she began to even open up more towards you. That was something you always loved, learning more about the energetic bundle that was Violet Munson. Now being a part of their daily lives was all part of your job.

Working for Eddie Munson was the best job one could possibly have. He was generous, forgiving, and all around fun.

So far things were going well on the cloudy afternoon. A nice start off to a Monday and an even better week. Currently you were seated in the living-room and scrolling through one of the many media services in attempt to find a movie. Violet had promised to sit and watch it with you.

"Wow, who woulda thought it'd be so hard to pick a movie." You comment, lancing over at the small toddler curled up beside you.

"Maybe a princess one." Violet suggests, pointing to the first movie with a princess that appeared in your list. The movie in question was Tangled, which had ironically been your favorite tale. Rapunzel was willing to risk everything just to have the one thing she desired most. Freedom and longing to belong.

"Yeah, sounds good." You ultimately agree with her, "Rapunzel is such a cool princess." Violet turns to look at you giggling as the screen loaded in the content.

Meanwhile

Eddie had been deep into his workload when he received a call ushering him away from work. Said caller was Chief Hopper and he had mentioned something about an emergency. Eddie had rushed through traffic, nearly causing an accident twice. An emergency couldn't be good.

Were you okay? Did something happen to Violet?

So when he arrived at the station and stomped through the door he looked this way and that before spotting an officer chatting it up with another. He approached them until the chief rounded the corner and spotted him. Eddie froze, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Munson. Come with me?" Despite not knowing what was going on he followed him down the hall, glancing back at the laughing pair of officers.

Deep down it bothered him. If there was an emergency why were they just standing around? What the fuck was going on around here?

The chief stops abruptly and holds open the door for him, Eddie glances at the man and rolls his eyes before walking in. Hopper follows and walks right past him and plops down into the leather rolling chair seated behind the desk. Eddie sits up in his own seat and shakes his head, "Just get to the point. I haven't got all day. I got a kid and-"

Hopper gets comfortable, before he interrupts him. Folding his hands over one another and placing them on the desk. "Steve Harrington, escaped prison early this morning." Eddie's eyes widen, but then his gaze narrows brows furrowing.

"Who?" The artist is merely confused by the name, but then it clicks suddenly. His face contorts to anger, "You mean that creep? The one who harassed my Nanny?" Eddie is throwing his hands this way and that as he speaks, anger and adrenaline coursing through him. At this point Eddie kicks his chair back as he stands. Slamming one hand down on the desk, reaching forward with his left to grab the chief's tie and yanking him forward. "How do you let someone escape a prison?!" His vocal range was extremely shocking, but then again he was one of the best.

Hopper was shocked, but having dealt with Eddie in the past he knew his anger was only temporary. "Eddie." His voice was stern and commanding. "Let go of my tie." He recognized the situation and slowly let go, lucky one of the many rings he adored, didn't tear the fabric. Eddie backs off the desk. Hopper goes to straighten his tie and sighs, "Sit." His eyes gesture to the chair and Eddie takes a seat.

"I know you're mad. Which is why I wasn't letting the situation go by unnoticed, so I called you." He reaches for his hat and places it over his head. "Because, it's not jus Harrington who got away. He took Hargrove with him."

Eddie's eyes widened, "Billy Hargrove, the one who killed those women back in the summer of 1985?"

Hopper nodded slowly, "Yeah uh, apparently they're the best of fucking buds."

"Shit." Eddie muttered. From what he remembered, Billy hadn't really liked him and Eddie hadn't exactly wronged him. Well, maybe for the fact he screwed him over on a drug deal and he got caught and arrested that night. One way to harbor a grudge. "What's your plan?"

"I'm issuing a man-hunt. I've already sent two officers over to yours, so the girls will be safe. You got my word." Hopper reached for his gun and clicked the safety on, before holstering his weapon and standing. "We'll get them."

Munson Residence 12:45 P.M.

"Okay, so do you want some macaroni and cheese or some ramen? Your choice." You turn to the wide eyed girl who's all smiles as the two items are presented to her.

"Uhm, can you make it all fancy? The noodles?" She asked you.

"Fancy?"

"Like in the cartoons!" She exclaims throwing her arms up in the air. "They got eggs, meat, and some other stuff, it always looks so yummy!" Oh. So that's what she meant.

"Yeah, of course. So the noodles then?"

"Noodles." She confirms. You tell her to run off and play while you prepare the meal for her. With her father out of the house you could offer her something better than frozen meals and Asian cuisine happened to be your specialty. Which Eddie adored about you, cause those noodles were always so, 'Yummy'. He would always declare.

As you turned the stove on and placed the pan of water over the fire the doorbell rang. It shocked both you and little Violet since there was no way her dad could be home so early. She runs up to you as you exit the kitchen. Violet reaches out to you and you oblige in scooping her into your arms, slowly making it over to the door.

When you open it the intruders are revealed, two officers bearing their full uniform are standing patiently at the porch. "Miss (L/N)?"

"Yes?" You answer cautiously and they nod.

The officer to the left speaks first, Violet hiding her face in your neck. "I'm Officer Polinski and this Hank. We've been sent by our chief to keep guard of the home."

You bounce Violet on your hip and frown, "Well, may I ask why?" "Yes. Your statement led us to capture Steve Harrington a year ago, but he has escaped and our chief along with Mr. Munson think it best for us to stay and keep watch." Polinski explained and you nodded.

Your heart was going to fall out of your chest. That horrible moment coming crashing over you again. His eyes, his voice, and everything was all so clear to you and now it could happen again. "Please." You urge them inside. "Come inside. I'll prepare lunch."

"Thank you."

In the next town over

"You ready?"

"Ready as ever, Harrington."

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes clicking the safety of the Sig Sauer he was carrying. He gives a nod towards Billy, who smirks and kicks the door open to the small off road gas station. Shocking the old couple to death and in hail marry of bullets and shouting they took what they needed and dove underground.

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