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Hopper is never having a good day when he has to deal with children but he’s having an even worse day when the kids in question are Eddie ‘Come Back With a Warrant’ Munson and Steve ‘I’ll Answer Your Questions When My Lawyer is Present’ Harrington.

They are eight and seven years old in the backseat of his truck after Hopper caught them separately doing shit they’re not supposed to do. His plan was to drive around a bit, scare them, and then send them on their way but neither are taking it seriously.

Steve, at least, is sticking to his words and hasn’t spoken since he requested a lawyer. Eddie, on the other hand, hasn’t shut up.

Hopper said he was talking them to jail and Eddie’s response was to point out that they weren’t committing crimes. They were committing miss-de-meters and second, “The police station’s that way. You’re drivin’ to Uncle Wayne’s.”

Hopper feels like a glorified taxi driver at this point. He makes one last attempt to instill a little fear of god into these future felons by saying, “You’re going to get grounded by your parents and you’ll deserve it.”

There’s a beat of silence before Steve pipes up, “What’s grounded?”

“It’s when your parents bury you in the backyard,” Eddie supplies helpfully.

“Oh…” Steve says and then loudly announces, “Mr. Hopper, I can’t be grounded. We have a pool.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie cuts in before Hopper can steer this conversation in the right direction.

He clasps a hand on Steve’s shoulder in the rearview and tells him, “They’ll drown you instead.”

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eddie tries to mask the stench of the cigarettes he cant give up so that his pretty girlfriend doesnt think hes gross or dirty

whenever she (you) spends the night at his place (wayne’s place) , he waits for her to fall asleep before sneaking out for a smoke break. when he comes back in he washes his hands, splashes his face, brushes his teeth and changes his shirt. usually he has a cigarette at least every 2 hours - which is actually good for him, he’s tried really hard to cut back recently (for you) - but when shes around he doesnt want to waste any time.

what eddie doesnt know: is that when she (you) stirs awake and melts into him, she’s still smelling the cigarette he tried so hard to hide, mixed with his signature scent of husky cheapish cologne and minty toothpaste. he feels her smile against him and thinks he’s succeeded, which he has, but because she adores him.

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Scooby-Doo (Raja Gosnell, 2002)

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guys listen to me

listen very closely okay

rich, older and lonely reader x escort!eddie

well… more like eddie who was bartending at the fancy hotel you were at and ended up slipping into your room which inevitably resulted in him becoming your little pet you take everywhere that fucks your brains out like every other night

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thinkin about older!eddie popping a porno into the vcr and sitting inexperienced!you down on his lap, observing the way your posture softens when the actor on the tape runs his hands over the actress’s waist, how your nipples harden beneath the thin cotton of your tank top when he removes her bra, how your ass wiggles against his cock every time you shift to dull the ache between your thighs as the actor fucks into the actress from behind, his hand gripped around her long hair, your eyes fixated on the way his thick cock stretches her pussy out with every rut of his hips.

“d’ya want me to fuck you like that, babydoll?” he asks, running his rough fingertips over your bare shoulders, toying with the straps of your tank. you sink into him, feeling his toned chest against your back as you let out a desperately whimpered “please”, unable to look away from the television screen. he pulls your top down, large hands cupping your breasts as the actor pulls her hair, bringing her back to his chest similarly to you and eddie’s current position. they’re so in sync, her movements matching his in a rhythm that feels almost otherworldly, their bodies becoming indistinguishable from one another. you didn’t know porn could be so intimate.

before you know it eddie’s right hand is sliding into your pajama shorts and past the waistband of your white lacey panties, fingertips working quick circles over your clit until you can’t help but mumble his name over and over, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation of your impending orgasm. “watch this.” his gruff voice pulls your attention back to the tv and what you see and feel makes you gasp, two of eddie’s fingers plunging into your wet heat at the same time the actor’s cock slides into the actress’s tight asshole.

you didn’t even know that was a possibility, but the lewd footage playing out on the screen before you has you rutting desperately into eddie’s hands, the feeling of his rock hard cock pressing into the plush of your ass only spurring on your need for relief. your eyes remain glued to the tv screen, watching the way the actress’s neglected cunt drips like a faucet onto her thighs and the mattress beneath them, her exaggerated moans sounding in tandem with your pleas for release. eddie is nothing if not a giver, his stubble brushing against your neck as he sucks and nips at your pulse point, increasing the steady rhythm of his hands until you’re crying out his name over and over and over again, melding into him like putty in his hands.

“that’s it sweet thing, you gonna let daddy fuck this tight little ass tonight?” he coos impossibly close to your ear, feeling your cunt clamp down around his digits as you frantically nod, an eager “yes!” falling from your lips before you collapse against him, the back of your head resting against his broad shoulder.

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Husband!Steve Harrington x Reader | Inspired by this request

Road trip! You, Steve, and your two boys (with Eddie along for the ride) have made it to the lake you’ll be camping at for the next couple of days. Steve is having some major baby fever. He manages to work out a plan with Eddie that secures time alone for just the two of you, to work on making baby #3…

Includes breeding kink, oral (f receiving) squirting, soft dom!steve, fingering, cum play

For the first time since leaving Hawkins, you hear nothing. No arguing, no complaining, no children’s voices spouting ‘Jimmy just called me a mean name!’- or - ‘Mom! Dad! Dusty’s copying me!’ - or the classic ‘Are we there yet???’ - (which, to be fair, the last one was also asked by Eddie more than a few times…)

Regardless, your and Steve’s two delightfully mischievous boys were talking up a storm the whole way to Kentucky. Somehow, miraculously, Steve had managed to drive the five of you over the Kentucky border and to the lake (your destination) without losing his mind.

Once the boys were set loose from the confines of the cramped backseat, they were able to run around and burn off some energy while you, Eddie and Steve set up camp. Thankfully, the process went smoothly and quickly. You all changed into your swimsuits and had a refreshing dip in the lake to cool off after.

In spite of the challenges parenting entailed, Steve couldn’t help but admire the lives the two of you had created together. The ones that made you a family, so much more than just a couple. Being Jimmy and Dusty’s dad was the greatest honor Steve had ever had, along with being your husband. He hoped, just as you did, to one day expand your family even further. As he watched you playing in the water, yelling ‘Marco!’ as your boys called back ‘Polo!,’ Steve realized he didn’t want to wait another day to start expanding…

Convincing Eddie to take the boys into a nearby town for a movie and ice cream was easy enough. Movies and ice cream were two of Eddie’s favorite things already, and the wad of cash Steve stuffed into his hand was even more incentive to get the kids out of your hair for a few hours.

Now that you’re alone, the silence feels strange. Steve makes up for it by taking your hand and walking with you out to the edge of the lake, helping you relax. He’s got this dreamy, far-away look in his eyes as he gazes out over the water.

“Hey,” you nuzzle his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“I was just thinking,” Steve replies, his hands settling at the small of your back. “About how pretty you look every time I get you pregnant…” His comment catches you off guard, but not in a bad way. You’re…curious. Steve tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, a suggestive glint in his hazel eyes. “…This beautiful belly all swollen and round…”

Steve’s hands glide around your waist and over your stomach, traveling upward to linger on your breasts. “…These gorgeous tits, full and heavy with milk for our baby-.” He abruptly lowers his lips to your breast and tugs your nipple through your shirt. “-And me,” Steve grins up at you, a devilish smirk that has your clit throbbing. “I think I’d like to see you that way again,” he adds, and suddenly, the pieces begin to fall into place.

“You dirty boy,” you tease, a big smile on your face. “Is that why you asked Eddie to take the boys to a movie? So you could fuck me?”

Steve holds you by the wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch. Your fingers instinctively curve around the thick outline of his erection. “I’m not just going to fuck you, honey,” Steve murmurs, his other hand clutching the back of your hair. “I’m gonna get you pregnant tonight...”

Minutes later, you’re both stripped naked and on the floor of your tent. Steve’s hands are all over you, pawing at your body like he’s fucking you for the first time. Guiding a hand between your legs, Steve gropes your cunt roughly till it’s weeping against his palm. He pads his thumb against the puffy button between your slick thighs, making you tremble. Sinking his lips over your earlobe, Steve tugs gently at the soft, sensitive skin. His fingers glide between your swollen, slippery folds, your pussy throbbing under his skillful touch.

“Steve,” you breathe against his cheek, as his thumb rubs circles over your clit. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna come-.” He suddenly removes his hand; and as you’re reeling from the loss of stimulation, Steve’s crawling down your body and burying his face between your thighs, latching his lips over your clit and sucking the plump bud till you’re moaning his name at the top of your lungs. With a guttural shout, you come undone in Steve’s mouth, gushing between his lips, creating a slippery puddle on the floor of the tent.

Steve lifts his head from between your legs, his face glistening with your cum. He moves quickly up your body, eyes locked with yours as he enters you. A dull groan leaves Steve’s lips, his eyes now glazed with a rabid look of hunger. He pounds your cunt in sharp, determined thrusts, knowing he won’t be able to last long with the way you’re gripping his cock. Steve lurches his hips into yours at a pace that has you light-headed and stupid, reducing you to little more than a bitch to be bred.

Steve’s arms are locked around your upper body, clutching you to his chest. Growling like an animal into your shoulder, Steve pumps your cunt full of his seed, filling and overfilling you till he’s punching his own semen out of you with every thrust. He pulls out of you gently, looking between your bodies at your pussy, sloshing with his cum as you wriggle your hips. “Stay still, honey,” Steve sweetly scolds you. “Little pussy’s so tight, gonna push my cum right out if y’keep moving like that…”

You still your hips, grinning up at Steve’s face, and how serious he’s being. Your smile evaporates into a gasp as Steve’s fingers press inside you, working slick squelching sounds out of your cunt as he scoops and stuffs his oozing cum deeper inside you. “Mmm,” he coos down at you, rubbing his thumb along your inner thigh. “You look so good on your back like this, stuffed full of my cum…” He leans over your body and presses his lips to yours. “…Now keep those hips elevated, baby,” he instructs, glancing at his watch, the only article of clothing he has on. “Stay like this for the next twenty minutes or so, yeah? While I go chop some wood for the fire tonight.”

You nod obediently, deliriously in love with your husband, parting your lips to invite his tongue between them. You watch Steve pull his jeans back on and exit the tent, leaving you bred and contented inside. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you fall asleep to the sound of Steve chopping wood outside the tent. While you dream, your womb accepts Steve’s seed as it has twice before…and you dream of him holding his first daughter in his arms…

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Just a gentle reminder that in 2025 Steve would be 58 years old and Eddie would be 59 years old.

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i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

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Spirit in the Sky

Ghostrider!Steve x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington once made a deal with the devil. When he rolls into town and sweeps you off your feet, you never expected that deal to involve you.

Masterlist

Chapter One Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, stranger things au, devil imagery

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Meeting the Parents / e.m.

a/n: I told myself I would write at least one, so here is my little submission for @littlexdeaths Twelve Days of Promptmas. As it's the fifth, this is for the Day Five Prompt, "Meet the parents... with a twist." So, I hope you enjoy! and Happy Holidays!!

word count: 2k

warning: just fluff and laughs, a bit of anxiety, maybe cursing? mention of drinking alcohol.

‘Wha-what are you wearing?’ you put the book you had been so entranced with down at the sight of your boyfriend. Eddie looked down at himself as if he did not know the answer to your question either, which very well might have been the case. You could easily imagine he had been abducted by aliens, his memory wiped as they dressed him up in this concoction and placed him right back down in the room. Poof. None the wiser but the hideous sweater vest adorning his chest. 

‘You don’t like it?’ He looked back up at you, big brown eyes surrounded by wrinkles of worry. 

‘Understatement of the year, babe.’ You suppressed a small laugh. ‘Where did you even get that?’ You were too far away to tell, but the brown-grey vest looked like it smelled of mothballs. It could not have come from anywhere else but a 30-year-old dusty box from a mouldy attic.  

‘It was my uncle’s.’ He scratched the back of his head, which was now far more accessible since he had his hair tied up in a politely loose ponytail. ‘Didn’t have much else to wear…’ 

‘How about literally anything else?’ This time, the smile had the better of you, and you could not help but laugh a little as you got up to inspect your boyfriend’s outfit in more detail. ‘You really don’t need to do all this, Ed.’ 

‘I just want to make a good first impression.’ He sighed, unbuttoning the vest to reveal an even tighter buttoned-up crisp white shirt. Defeated, he took the vest off and handed it over to you. The material was so scratchy you were surprised he had not broken out into hives from irritation… and indeed, it smelled of musty attics. You placed the cursed clothing item to the side, on top of an armchair.

"I think it’s more important that you can breathe," you said, opening the top button of his shirt. For good measure, you opened the next one. It was casual, you thought, nice, but Eddie must have peeked at his reflection in the mirror across the room as his eyes went wide, and he quickly went up to close the gap in his shirt again. 

‘Please, it’s just my parents. A bit of skin won’t kill them.’ You poked the dimple in his cheek. ‘Besides, the tattoos are visible through the shirt anyway, if that’s what you’re worried about, you dork.’ 

‘Shit.’ Eddie cursed out, immediately looking down at his arms where, indeed, the grey ink seeped through the white cotton material. Not a lot, but enough to see that Eddie wasn’t your conventional pretty white boy. If the long rowdy hair and piercings weren’t enough of a hint. ‘I might have a black shirt somewhere–’ You could see the spirals dwindling in his mind, but before he could jump into action and make an even bigger mess of the closet, you pulled his face up to you, holding his cheeks tightly in your hands, letting his lips form into a big pout as he stared at you in bewilderment. 

‘Eddie. It’s ok.’ You had never thought you had made your parents out to be such conservatives. Quite the opposite, you had thought, having told Eddie countless stories of your parents acting insane and totally shameless. But perhaps, compared to what Eddie had grown up with, your white picket fence childhood was still uncharted territory for him. 

You kissed the tip of his nose. ‘They’ll love you. I know it.’ It was already silly that it had taken you so long to meet, but having met in college, your dorms only a few corridors apart, there never was much of a chance for Eddie to come into contact with your family, but now that you had graduated and officially decided that, yes, all that flirting and friendly hookups cuddle nights were perhaps a bit more than “just friends”. So, when the holidays came around, you had come up with the crazy brilliant idea to have dinner. Just a little get-together with your parents and boyfriend a few days before the big ol’ X-day. Then, maybe, if things went well, you could bring him over for the actual holiday and let him meet the rest of the gang… Although if this was how Eddie was acting over just your parents… he would probably go into cardiac arrest trying to figure out what to wear for your grandma. 

‘Count to five,’ you suggested, ‘take a few deep breaths, then count to five again.’ You watched Eddie do as you told him, his minty freshly-brushed breath softly hitting your skin as he exhaled. ‘It’s gonna be alright,’ you reassured him for a final time. ‘Just make sure to take the wine out of the fridge before you go.’ 

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‘I can’t believe I forgot the fucking wine.’ Eddie looked like he was on the verge of passing out, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was holding the steering wheel. ‘Maybe I can still go home and get it. Or is there like a store nearby? I got some cash–’ 

‘It’s not a big deal.’ You said for the fifth time, already having regretted ever getting the idea of gifting your parents a bottle of wine, giving Eddie one more thing to worry about. You kept sure to keep an eye on him for the rest of the drive there, up until he put the car in park and pulled the key out of the ignition at your parent’s driveway. Usually, it would have been your boyfriend to rush out of the car to open the door for you, but this time you took it upon yourself, feeling a sense that if he were to stand up by himself, his legs would not remain that stable for much longer. With each step you took, you began regretting the entire ordeal. Then again, if Eddie were to pass out on your parents’ porch, the panic of rushing him to a hospital would busy their minds too much to find any points of critique on the guy… not that they would in the first place! You were sure your parents would love him. They got to. Eddie was the sweetest guy you had ever met, let alone brought home [of which, there might have been a few, but he did not need to know that.] 

You were so busy keeping him up straight that you did not even have the time to take in the view of your former front yard. Memories of snow days, Christmas Eves, and New Year's nights spent watching the fireworks. The usually green yard was covered in a thick layer of freshly fallen snow, only disturbed by the protrusions of large lit-up decorations standing around. The snowman waved passersby merrily along with his flock of plastic reindeer, but it was nothing compared to the golden glow of lights that covered nearly every inch of the house. With the wreath across the door, it all looked like an image straight out of a picture book. 

You gave Eddie’s hand a tight squeeze before ringing the doorbell. The footsteps inside had almost emerged before you had pressed your finger on the button, but you could hear them scurrying in excitement across the hallway. 

‘They’ll love you,’ you quickly told Eddie before the door opened to reveal your squealing mother. 

‘Aaahh! Come in, come in. You must be freezing.’ She ushered you both inside, red frilly apron covering a nice sweater. ‘Your dad is just getting some beers from the garage, he’ll be back in a second– and you,’ she turned with even more excitement towards Eddie, who seemed to have gotten a case of horrible lockjaw the way his smile tensed. ‘You must be the charming man we have heard so much about!’ 

‘Mom!’ You looked at her in horror, knowing your mother took her hobby of embarrassing you very seriously. But it also did not go unnoticed that the remark thawed a bit of Eddie’s nerves.

‘Hi Mrs—’ 

‘Oh, don’t be silly. Call me Jody.’ Your mom reassured him with a sweet smile before briefly turning her head in the direction of the garage door, ‘Stan! They’re here!’ 

‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ your father jogged up to the hallways, hands filled with cooled beer bottles. You immediately noticed that he had let his hair grow out again since the last time you had seen him, and though he had done it before in your childhood, something gave you the idea that he might have done it with your boyfriend in mind. 

‘Where’s my little peppermint munchkin?’ He rushed to you with a tight hug that you could not even try to object. 

‘Hi dad,’ you cringed at the childhood, holiday-exclusive nickname and was already expecting Eddie to start laughing at the moniker, except when you pulled away from your father’s embrace and took a look at your boyfriend, the poor guy once again looked like he was about to faint. But not in the sense of panic as he had been the past week, or really ever since you had suggested for him to meet your parents. No, he looked like he had just seen a ghost. His eyes were wide in shock. Mouth slightly agape as he tried to muster out the words. 

‘Eddie?’ You quickly walked back up to him, ‘are you ok?’

‘Mhm,’ he nodded, but the sound he made was like a little mouse’s whimper. 

‘Okay,’ unsure, you tried to just diminish the tension between everyone in the room. ‘Right, well, dad, this is Eddie. Eddie this is my father–’

‘Sorry,’ finally, the words seemed to burst out of Eddie’s mouth, whether he had wanted them to or not. ‘Are you—’ he laughed nervously, looking at your father. ‘Are you the Stan Caldwell? From The Modern Judgement?’ 

As if suddenly overcome with uncharacteristic bashfulness, your father grinned and shrugged. ‘Guilty as charges.’

‘No fu–’ Eddie held himself back, still slightly mindful of who he was in the presence of, not that it mattered, ‘That is unbelievable. I love your albums.’

‘That’s sweet of you, kid.’ Your father, who had heard this schtick a few too many times from your previous romantic prospects, accepted the compliments, but you nudged Eddie a bit more into his good side.’

‘No, dad, he means it. He listens to Bury the Living like, all the time,’ you roll your eyes as Eddie shoots you an embarrassed glare, but it was all true. He listened to the band’s debut album without even realising he had been sleeping with the frontman’s daughter for the past one and a half years… not that that was information that needed to be shared with anyone in the room. 

‘What’s your favourite song?’ Your dad, now intrigued but mostly amused, raised a brow awaiting the make-or-break answer. 

‘Colossus, easy. But specifically, the demo version you released a few years back. The sound of the guitar on that is just-.’ Eddie replied, finishing his remark off with a chef's kiss, eyes filled with stars as he answered the question, ignoring you mouthing along the words he had repeated to you every time you listened to the song. 

‘Well, well, well, looks like you’ve finally found yourself a decent one, munchkin.’ Your dad laughed, grabbing Eddie by the shoulder and pulling him towards what you could only expect was the direction of his little at-home studio. ‘Let me show you the guitar I recorded the song on.’

‘No way,’ Eddie squealed like a little kid in a candy store. 

As you watched the two men disappear into the room, your mother came to stand by your side, giggling softly. ‘I can’t believe you didn’t tell him.’

‘I know I should have but I was kind of hoping to avoid…’ You were interrupted by the sounds of a guitar riff and more of Eddie’s excited exclamations. ‘Well… that.’ 

‘Let them have their fun.’ Your mom smiled, shaking her head. ‘Now come, I still need some help with dinner. I would ask your dad but…’ She didn’t have to explain. It was more than obvious that those two were not going anywhere. 

Unbelievable. You finally found yourself a nice guy, just for your dad to steal him from you. 

the end.

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Eddie Goddamn Munson

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I just noticed that in this clip Steve picks up the receiver with his right hand, tosses it to his left… and then passes it back to his right to clock the guy

I just know that if Steve had a sword or something he would be doing so much extra fancy twirly shit

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