#older!dilf!eddie munson angst

[oneforthemunny]

what is and what should never be (remastered) |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| II

prompt: you agree to go on a date with mr. munson- eddie.

part 2 of the older!eddie x reader series, remastered version lol!

contains: age gap (eddie is early forties, reader is late twenties early thirties, all consensual), language, drinking, smoking, p in v sex, oral (fem and male). mentions of divorce & eddie was previously married. 18+ minors DNI I'm so serious.

Your knee bounced underneath the table, freshly polished nails tapping against the faux-leather lined menu in your hand. You couldn’t will yourself to look over at Mr. Mun-  

Eddie. You had to remind yourself, cheeks heating at the playful reminder he’d given you earlier.

“Mr. Munson? Makes me feel old, sweetheart.” He had teased you when he picked you up. 

He’d held the door open for you and everything, a bundle of red roses in the passenger seat.  "Told you I was old school, sweet thing." Eddie purred, sending you a wink that made your thighs clench together, hoping he couldn’t see the way you’d squirmed in blistering heat under his gaze.

 Eddie sat across from you, an envious kind of calm in his demeanor that you desperately hoped you could channel. He was so collected, a painstaking reminder of his seniority over you. It made your heart flutter and jump every time his eyes would meet yours, peek over the menu at you.  

“So,” Eddie placed his menu down, breaking the silence that fell between the two of you. “Brielle tells me you went away for college?” 

“Yeah,” You squeaked, swallowing your beating heart with a slight cringe. “I mean, yes, I did.” Your eyes met his, the low light of the art deco lamp shining in them. 

“What did you study?” Eddie pressed, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek. 

“Don’t laugh,” You gave him a soft glare, lips curling in a playful grin. “I majored in Art History.” 

“Art History?” Eddie’s lips spread in a smile that matched yours. You noticed the creasing in his stubbled cheeks, dimples peeking through. “You know I gotta ask the question now.” 

“Oh, please don’t.” You groaned, shaking your head. 

“I’ve got to.” Eddie shrugged. “What are you going to do with that degree?” 

“C’mon,” You laughed, lips pursing, lashes batting at him flirtatiously, satisfied at how his brows raised. “Uh, you know… I thought I would be like Charlotte York, y’know?” 

Eddie blinked at you. “From Sex and the City?” You blinked back. 

“Is that… A movie?” 

“No.” You gasped playfully. “You don’t know Sex and the City? The show? I mean, there’s movies too, but it’s a show. The best show.” 

“Sounds like a good one.” Eddie purred, a seductive tone in his humor that had your tummy flipping, rushing with exciting heat. 

“Um, so, I-I wanted to buy and sell art. Work in a museum, do the whole thing.” You tilted your head slightly. “Didn’t exactly work out.” 

“You’ve got time.” Eddie hummed. 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “I don’t know. I feel like it’s probably unrealistic. Probably will end up being the part time art teacher at the elementary school for life. Maybe even work up to a full time spot.” You giggled, crossing your fingers playfully in the air. 

“Is that what you do now?” Eddie asked. 

“Yeah, that and the barista thing. It’s easy. Both of them are.” Nerves bubbled in your chest under his gaze. You knew you were rambling, fuck you were rambling, but how could you not? When he was looking at you so calmly, when he was looking right through you. 

“The, uh, the district can’t pay a full time art teacher, so I come every other week.” Your nails tapped against your thighs to keep your fidgeting hands from ringing under the table. 

“Yeah? That’s cool. Bet it’s fun.” Eddie grinned softly. “I always liked when Brielle was little, and she’d come home with some creation.” Your heart swelled at how he beamed, how he lit up when he talked about Brielle. 

“Especially after my- well, my divorce.” Eddie smiled shyly, and through the dim lights of the restaurant, you swore you could see a blush. “I was living in this shitty little apartment. I had nothing on the walls, didn’t even really unpack because it was like, what’s the point, y’know? Brielle would always bring me drawings and stuff she made in art class to hang on the walls. She told me it made it look less boring.” 

Your giggles mixed with his own soft laughter, shoulders relaxing for the first time, tension finally breaking. The waiter came with your glasses of wine, a gentle break from the affection blooming between the two of you. 

“So,” You swirled the riesling around in your own crystal glass, looking at him over the rim. “Now I have to ask the question.” 

Eddie’s right lip tugged in a smirk, one he tried to hide with a roll of his tongue. “Lay it on me, sweetheart.” 

Your cheeks tingled with prickling heat, taking a steadying breath to soothe your jittering nerves. “You’re divorced?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie snorted lightly. “You think I’d be here if I wasn’t?” 

“No, I didn’t,” You shook your head, chin ducking to hide your burning face. 

“I’m kidding.” Eddie soothed, knee brushing against yours under the table playfully. “What do you want to know? I’m an open book.” 

“When’d you get divorced?” You said into the crystal of your glass, voice echoing before you swallowed your wine. 

“When Brielle was eight.” Eddie continued, fingers drumming against the wood of the table. “We were married eight years, together almost a year before that. Gina- my ex- she got pregnant, and… I don’t want it to sound like that. Brielle, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me-” 

“-No, I get that.” You nodded. “I get what you’re saying.” 

“I thought it was the right thing to do. We were really young and- honestly? We were scared shitless at the time. Figured we should do it together, and…” Eddie trailed off with a sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat. 

“And?” You pressed, the alcohol in your system already, loosening up your nerves. 

Eddie’s lips twitched, a small huff blowing through his nostrils in soft amusement. “And when your seven year old asks Santa for her parents to stop fighting for Christmas, you have to make difficult choices.” 

“Oh,” Your brows creased gently. “Yeah, I guess that would do it. You two fought a lot?” You couldn’t stop the question from coming out, tumbling past your lips in curiosity. 

“Yeah, we did.” Eddie said with a small laugh. “It… We just weren’t good together. We hated each other- well, I shouldn’t say that. I didn’t hate her. We just couldn’t get along. Couldn’t get aligned no matter how hard we tried to, and when you’re raising a kid? You need to be aligned.” 

You nodded, an iron grip on your wine glass as you took another sip. Your brain raced with the urgency to fill the uncomfortable silence, coming up blank and void of anything. 

“What about you?” Eddie broke the silence. “Your parents divorced?” 

“No they’re not.” You shook your head. “Still together.” 

“That’s nice.” He nodded. “You’re from Hawkins?” 

“Pretty much. Moved here when I was in second grade.” 

“So not that long ago.” Eddie’s lips curled in a wicked grin, eyes lighting with something so exciting. Filled you with rushing heat from head to toe. 

"Ha-ha." You deadpanned sarcastically, lips rolling to try and bite back your own grin. 

Eddie held his hands up in mock defense. "I'm just trying to address the elephant in the room, sweetheart.” 

“What elephant?” Your eyes rounded innocently, feigning confusion. It was adorable, Eddie’s heart skipped at it. This was fun- you were fun. 

“C’mon,” Eddie faltered, a breathy laugh slipping out. “I mean, it’s not a secret I’m a little bit older than you.” He pressed his pointer finger and thumb together, and for a moment, you got to see the etchings on them.

“What’s wrong with that?” You were shocked at your own boldness. Eddie certainly was too, brows lifting before his lips spread in a wolfish grin. “I’m having a good time.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes lit up. “Me too. Between me and you, this is the first date I’ve enjoyed in a while.” 

You pressed your lips together, fighting back your own giggly grin threatening to show. "Oh, this is a date?I thought this was just a thank you dinner, Mr. Munson?" You challenged, playfully raising a brow. 

You smirked when you saw his cheeks flush underneath the light, lips twitching and twisting into a smug smile. "If that's all you want it to be, that's all it'll be." Eddie said, fingers tapping on the table. "But I really am having a good time talkin' to you. Enjoying your company."

"It's been nice talking to you, too." You agreed with a breathy sigh. "It’s been really nive, actually. The last few times I've been on a date it's been..." You cringed at the memory. "This is way better, let's just say that."

"So it is a date?" Eddie teased, raising a brow playfully. The wrinkles in his forehead deepened as did the small ones by his eyes, a grit to his look that left you feeling flustered.

The waiter returned with a refill, saving you from a response. Your body burned when Eddie nodded, motioning for your glass to be refilled. 

Eddie lifted his whiskey out to you in a toast. "To you. A thank you for the other night, and tonight." You smiled bashfully, clinking your glass delicately against his, a familiar giddy rush of heat you hadn’t felt in a long time returning to the pit of your belly. 

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened. 

If it was the wine, or the countless stories Eddie told you exaggeratedly that left you laughing so hard your sides ached. Maybe it was the dimples, how they’d crease in a wicked grin when he’d say something that made you blush. How he’d catch his tongue between his teeth, eyes darkening in the most exciting way. 

Maybe the wine was to blame. Two glasses turned to three, you’d slipped beside Eddie in the booth after the waiter filled your fourth glass. Gone was any apprehension about the night, nerves disappearing with every wine soaked giggle. 

You’d shut the place down, the last two lingering in the same booth as the staff cleaned up, loudly stacked chairs and passive aggressive sweeps under your table until Eddie finally paid the bill. “Let’s get outta here.” 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders on the way to the car, smitten at the way you leaned into his side. Eddie had opened the door for you, not at all ready for you to fist his shirt, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. The strong scent of his spicy aftershave overtook your senses, blended perfectly with a hint of cigarette smoke. You could taste the whiskey from before on his tongue, mixing with the remnants of the wine left on yours, a perfect collision that left your head spinning deliciously. 

Your hands found his hair, tangling your fingers through his curls, pulling him deeper and deeper into you until you found yourself here- pressed in the backseat of his truck, his weight pressing you into the leather seats. Forearms planted on either side of your head to keep himself above you, Eddie’s lips moved against yours expertly. You thought he’d be a lousy kisser, too old to be good at it- it was a pleasant surprise that he was quite the opposite, clearly with years of experience that perfected his craft. 

You were beneath him, writhing and grinding into his thigh, feet sliding the length of his calf. Insatiable- needy, even. 

"Sweetheart, hold on." Eddie breathed, pulling apart so he hovered above you. “Wait.” He laughed, pushing away when you clawed at him, desperately trying to pull him back to you.

 His curly tendrils fell onto your cheeks, ticking them when he looked down at you through thick, dark lashes. Your eyes rounded so sweetly up at him, lips swollen and kiss bitten. 

Eddie sighed gently, a content yet sharp exhale you could feel, your chest still on his. "This is great. Really great, but..."

The hummingbird beat of your heart stilled entirely, taking a sharp breath in. You knew it was coming. The inevitable 'I can't do this with you'. The fall, the crash back to reality. It was too good to be true, too odd to work anyways. You cursed yourself for letting him get you this far. You were stupid to think this was going to work. You knew better.

"I just,” Eddie huffed, smacking a hand against the headrest, pushing up. Your legs tightened around his hips frantically, one last desperate attempt to stop him. 

“Hang on. I gotta move. My back is killing me." Eddie sighed, shaking his head as he adjusted so he knelt awkwardly between your legs, still hunched in the back of the car.

You blinked. "What?"

Eddie scoffed lightly, grinning, face still inches from your own. "C’mon, I'm not young like you, baby. Can’t do the backseat as easy anymore. Not as good as I once was." He smiled, tossing you a wink that had your body screaming with excitement. 

You smiled shyly, scooting back into the seat to make room for him, mumbling a quiet apology. "No, it’s not- I wanna do this. I just-I gotta go somewhere where I'm not so cramped. If you wanna do this.” Eddie added the last part quickly, eyes scanning your features carefully. 

“Yeah, of course.” You giggled, lip tucking between your teeth. 

“Back to my place?” Eddie grunted, fumbling to find the door handle. You nodded, pulling to adjust your clothing. 

The two of you stumbled through the front door, limbs clinging and grabbing the other, fisting and shoving clothes off in between feverish kisses. A trail of clothing following the two of you to the living room. You dropped to your knees before he could pull you into the room, stopping in the entrance, his hands planted on the door frame above you.

Your hands shook with excitement, fumbling with his belt. “Easy,” Eddie rasped, looking down at you through lidded lashes. “Take your time, baby. No need to rush. ‘M not goin’ anywhere.” 

Your thighs squeezed, rubbing together for friction, his hands finding your hair as you licked his tip. One hand gripping the back of his thigh to keep you steady, and the other cupping his balls, squeezing as you rolled them, smug at the grunts and hushed moans of pleasure spilling from his lips.

"Fuuuck, baby." Eddie groaned, stilling his hips. "Just like that. All the way. Good girl." He groaned, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. You felt another trembling gush of excited wetness flood your panties, clenching around nothing but an aching desire to be filled, taking him deeper.

You swallowed him as far as you could, only gagging when he pushed past your throat. "C’mon, you got it. You can do it. Do it f’me? Ah, yeah, just like that.” Eddie panted, head tipping back when he touched the back of your throat. “Atta girl, good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby?" Your nose brushed against his coarse hair at the base of him, eyes pricking with tears.

He pulled out of you unexpectedly, a small whimper leaving your lips. "That's a good girl." Eddie cooed, calloused fingers wiping the wetness from under your eyes. "Someone's gotta take care of you, huh? Your turn now, hm?"

Eddie led you to the couch, hands gripping your waist, baring you for him. Your body trembled at the way his eyes darkened, looking at your puffy, slick lips with a hungry, nearly predatory look. Legs over his shoulders, your nails digging into the cushions behind you as your hips bucked, held into place by his steady grip until you were crying out his name. He was a pro, that much was for certain.

You told him that, body still shaking with after shocks of pleasure that left  your mind spacey from your second orgasm. He'd simply laughed. "Years of practice, baby doll." Throwing you a wink, smooching the inside of your thigh sloppily before letting his fingers run through your slick, sensitive folds.

He'd finally got you into his bed, stumbling down the hallway, before you propped yourself on all fours near the edge of the bed. He'd fucked you, hard. The squelch of your pussy being filled with him echoing off the walls, mixed with whimpers and groans from the both of you, a sinful melody that neither one of you wanted to end.

You'd pushed him on the bed, climbing on top before you sank down on his cock. It was a thank you for the dinner, you decided, and for everything afterwards. Nails digging into his tattooed chest as you sank down, brows pinched and eyes shining taking- feeling every single inch of him inside of you. You felt so full of him. It was overwhelming, dizzying the way he felt inside of you. The head of his cock bumped, teasing the sensitive spot that made you gush, leaving your body burning and aching for him.

Eddie's hands dug into the meat of your hips and ass, a low grunt falling from his chest. Your hips swiveled, sucking him in with ever pleasure filled gallop on top of him.

"You close? Y'gonna cum for me, sweet thing?" Eddie whispered, your whiny response making his cock twitch, groaning at the squeeze of your walls around his length. "Doin’ so good. Shit- feel so good. Go ahead. Cum f’me, baby." His fingers traveled up your body, flicking and twisting your pebbled nipples.

You clenched, rhythm stuttering, sitting fully and grinding against his base for friction. "Oh, fuck," You whined, high and nasally. "I-I’m really close- oh!” Your body stuttered when his calloused thumb pressed to your clit, circling it and sending you spiraling into pleasure.

Your brain blanked, eyes rolling back as you clamped down on him, leaning forward for support as he held you up. Eddie smirked, moving you so you were on your back, still buried inside of you.

"'M gonna finish up, alright? I'm close." Eddie whispered, pressing lazy kisses up and down your neck, breath ghosting over your collarbones leaving you shuddering. You nodded dumbly, sensitive and starry eyed still as he thrusted in you.

"You're such a pretty thing, you know that? Beautiful, baby." Eddie teased, nipping and sucking at your neck. The stubble of his beard rubbed against your skin, leaving it raw and chafed in its wake, not that you minded. He collapsed on top of you after he finished, chest slick against yours. You could feel every stuttering, ragged breath. 

Your thighs were trembling, still covered in a sticky sheen of sweat, dizzy as your body slowly settled. Melting into the mattress, the realization of it all came flooding back into your mind. Your eyes cut to Eddie sheepishly, anticipating a look that would send you into another deep wave of shame. Instead, he lit a cigarette next to you, jimmying the window open just barely, letting the smoke pass through. 

He looked over, handing it over as an offering, which you shook your head. "Good," Eddie's gruff voice said, blowing smoke in the opposite direction. "Nasty habit. Don’t start it, you’ll never be able to stop." He grinned.

You felt a blush coming on, one that never quite made it. Your own body too exhausted, heavy with sleep, the effects of the wine finally settling in your system. "Thanks for takin' me out tonight." You sighed, cheek pressed to the cool linen of the pillow. "'M glad you asked me out."

"Anytime, sweetheart." Eddie said through a cloud of smoke that fell from his lips. “Had a good time too. Let’s do it again.” That same wicked grin spread across his lips, devious and daring. Your body tingled with excitement, nose pressing into the pillow to hide your sleepy smile.

[ashwhowrites]

Our secret

Dilf! Eddie x daughters friend reader!

⚠️smut, age difference, college age reader

Y/N knew the difference between right and wrong, and she knew sneaking around with her friend's dad was majorly wrong. But how could anyone blame her? He was smoking hot, the kind of guy that ages better with time.

The day she met him she was gone for him. The way his dark eyes landed on her, and the way his lips moved up into a smile as she walked in. Lucy introduced them, and he repeated her name. She shivered when she first heard her name roll off his tongue.

She and Eddie had been sneaking around for weeks. They were very cautious at first, trying their best to make it seem like nothing was happening between them. She tried to avoid his eyes and stay collected when she talked to him with Lucy around. Lucy's mom lived in a town over, apparently a messy divorce drove Eddie as far away as he could but still in the same state to see his daughter.

Y/N met Lucy in college, and they got paired for a project. She wouldn't say she and Lucy are best friends by any means, just college friends. At least that's what Y/N told herself so she felt less guilty crawling into Eddie's bed during sleepovers.

She wasn't sure exactly how old Eddie was, and she didn't care. If he wanted a pretty young thing on his arm she'd be glad to be her.

He was attractive and everyone around him knew that. Y/N couldn't count on her fingers the number of times she got jealous over a girl's number crinkled up in the trash in his bedroom. But then she enjoyed the way his used condom landed right on it.

They never spoke about what they were, and she wanted more than anything for it to be more than sex. She wanted all the parts of him. She wanted to know his childhood, his dreams, and everything that led him to where he was now. After sex, they lay together naked and tangled up, and he tells her all about those things. Then she'd kiss him goodnight and sneak into Lucy's room before she noticed.

~~~

"Hello, Mr. Munson," Y/N greeted as she walked in. A knowing smile on her face as Eddie looked up from the kitchen counter. He was working on bills, but now his attention was elsewhere.

"Hi, Y/N," he said, when Lucy turned to close the door he sent Y/N a sly wink. She tried not to blush as she took him in. He was wearing black sweatpants and a loose muscle tank. It was very loose and she could see the tattoos and scratches she left on his chest through the sides. She absentmindedly clenched her thighs when his eyes skimmed over her.

"Alright, let's go study," Lucy said, Y/N followed behind her, looking back to send Eddie a flirty look as she disappeared down the hallway.

Eddie caught himself leaning sideways to watch her, not moving his eyes until she was gone. He smiled to himself as he looked back down to his bills.

He tried to keep his mind busy from thinking about her. It was hard having her that close and not being able to grab her and feel her sweaty body against his. He shook his head to throw out the ideas, trying to focus on the numbers in front of him.

~

"Since it's Friday, do you want to stay the night?" Lucy asked, closing the book.

Y/N got excited at the thought, knowing it would be another night of sneaking into Lucy's dad's bed.

"Definitely! I'll run home quickly to get some clothes." Y/N said, "I'll be back in like thirty minutes?"

"Sweet, I'm going to shower."

Y/N waited until she went into the bathroom before she quickly walked down the stairs. She heard the water start running and knew she was in the clear. She crept into the kitchen, a pout on her face when she found it empty.

She gasped when she felt hands on her hips and her body being spun around. She caught her breath as Eddie stood there with a smirk.

"Looking for something?" he teased, his large hands warm on her waist. She smiled and placed her hands flat on his stomach, slowly moving up as she felt his hard chest.

"Lucy is in the shower, thought I'd ask if I could sleep over, Mr. Munson?" her voice was flirty and suggestive, already making Eddie's stomach clench with excitement. This girl had no idea the power she had over him.

"I don't know. Seems that when you stay over, you girls get a little drunk and get loud. An older guy like me needs some rest." He teased, moving his hand slowly down to grip her ass. She moaned as he massaged the skin. His voice was low as he whispered into her ear, "And I know you can get loud." She bit her lip as his hand came down and cracked against her ass, then he went back to massaging the skin.

She hated how fast she was already getting wet, and she knew he knew it. He had that knowing look in his dark eyes and a smirk on his face.

"I try my best not to be!" Y/N tried to defend herself, "Your cock is just too good," she soaked in the way he groaned and reached down to adjust himself through his sweatpants.

"Such a tease," he said as he clicked his tongue. She got too impatient, reaching up as she placed her lips on his. Her hands moved up his chest and held on to the back of his neck as he kissed her back.

He moaned as her tongue slipped inside his mouth, swirling around with his as he walked forward until she was pushed against the counter. She was quick to jump and Eddie wrapped her legs around his hips. Her fingers played with the hair near his neck, gasping for air as he pulled away to kiss down her neck.

"Fuck, Eddie, that feels so good," she moaned, his lips making their way down to her chest but she cupped his face. She pulled his head back up with a smirk.

"I do need to run home before she gets out of the shower."

"Are clothes that important?" He asked, wanting to kiss her again but she held his head still.

"It is," she giggled, she gave him a soft peck and then shoved him off. He watched as she jumped down and landed on her feet. "I'll be right back."

~

Y/N looked over her shoulder, Lucy was sound asleep as she began to snore gently in her ear. Y/N quietly snuck out of bed, grabbed her bag, and slipped out of the room. She tip-toed into the bathroom, shutting the door as silently as she could.

Eddie was lying in his bed, doing nothing but waiting for her to walk in. He kept eyeing the alarm clock, Lucy fell asleep at all different times so he was stuck not knowing when Y/N would come sneaking in.

He tried his best to keep his hands away from his growing cock, his mind already reeling with ideas. He heard a soft knock on his door and his body filled with excitement. He flicked on his lamp, and his door opened.

"Oh, fuck.." he whispered to himself, his eyes scanning her body head to toe. She wore a red lingerie set. The bra pushed her breasts up in a delicious way. He wanted to sink his teeth right into the perfect skin, mark her up, and prove she was all his. Then he took in her stomach, down to her thighs and legs. The tiny pair of panties covered barely anything, and he was memorized.

"You like?" she asked, closing the door behind her as she walked towards his bed.

If his cock wasn't hard enough, it definitely was now as he watched her climb on the bed and crawled towards him.

"Oh I fucking love," he growled, quick to push her body against his mattress, easily slipping on top of her. He leaned down and pressed his lips on hers, urgently. She moaned from how desperate his kiss was like he'd been waiting all night for this. She reached up to play with his hair, loving that some pieces framed around her head as he leaned further down.

His mouth was hot against hers as his hands went wandering. She felt them on her chest, stomach, thighs, and legs. She shuttered underneath his hard and strong body as his tongue explored her mouth. She gripped his hair as she grew more desperate and horny. She whined into his mouth once she felt his hard cock, which was covered by thin tight boxers, against the insides of her thighs.

She kept one hand in his hair, tugging on it the way he loved, and the other trailed down to where he needed her touch the most. She battled his tongue as she moved her hand teasingly down his chest, her nails softly working through his chest hair. Then down to his soft stomach, she could feel her fingers smoothing over his happy trail, inches away from his hard cock that was practically leaking.

She kept teasing, her nails scraping underneath his underwear band. He growled into her mouth, biting down on her tongue as a warning. She hissed as his teeth bit down, the pain easily turning into pleasure as he sucked on her tongue. He pulled away, breathing heavily, a string of spit connected their lips together. His eyes were dark with lust and she loved that it was all for her.

It was silent as he grabbed her hand which continued to tease his boxers. He stared deep into her eyes as he moved her hand down to his throbbing and aching cock. She looked down to watch as he used her hand to palm himself, loving the way his hips bucked forward.

"Be daddy's good girl and touch him, got that?" He demanded, his voice low and stern. She moaned at his words, happily obeying as she took mercy on him and took his cock out of his boxers. Eddie sighed in relief as his cock met the air, and her warm hand wrapped around him.

"Like that, Daddy?" she purred, lifting her head up as she gazed into his eyes. She batted her eyelashes at him and pouted out her lips.

"Just like that," he moaned, leaning down to kiss her. She kept her hand moving around his cock and kissed him back. Eddie melted into her touch and kiss. Her hand worked so well on his cock, making him bite down on her lip. She knew how to touch him in ways he swore he never felt before. Not even his ex-wife whom he was with for years ever made him feel like this.

Eddie pulled away from the kiss, moaning as her hands sped up.

"Buy this for me?" Eddie asked, his hands tracing the bra strap slowly. He felt special that she wanted to look pretty for him, and he hoped he was the first and only one to see her in it.

"I went to the mall yesterday," Y/N smiled, feeling beautiful by the way his eyes soaked her in. "Saw it and knew I had to wear it for you."

"I'm glad you did. I love it so much" Eddie said through heavy breaths, her hands around his cock making his brain melt.

"Then why am I still wearing it?"

The words snapped something inside of him. She moaned when he tore the underwear off of her, her bare cunt hitting the cold air. He stood up, her touch leaving his skin. He kicked off his boxers and grabbed a condom, her eyes watched his every move. She reached forward and ripped the condo wrapper with her teeth, Eddie stared as she slipped the condom on his red and hard cock. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his tip, making Eddie smile at her lovingly and a light-hearted laugh.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered as he leaned down. He gave her a slow kiss as his hands reached behind her to unclip her bra. He tossed it to the floor, his lips still attached to hers.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Then she felt him slip inside of her. She gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss, his thickness stretching her open. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt like the first time. He moaned as he thrusts inside of her, the feeling of her wet walls clenching around him made him shudder.

"Fuck I love fucking this pussy. You always feel so damn good," he moaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he pushed himself as far as he could inside of her.

She clawed at his back as he sped up, his words making her clench tighter around him.

"You always fuck me so good," she cooed in his ear, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

Eddie groaned in her ear as he sped up, his left hand moved up to grip the headboard. Y/N loved the way his balls smacked against her skin and the echos of their moans filled the space. They knew to be quiet, both trying their best to silence the screams they desperately wanted to let out.

"Fuck, babe. Already getting me close," the handjob from before and the way she was milking him.

"Yeah? Am I going to make you cum?" she asked, she moved her hand to grip his chin. She forced him to look right at her, he used his left hand to hold her hip as he drilled into her. Then used his right to rub circles on her clit.

"Oh god," she whined, keeping her grip on his chin so she could watch him fall apart as he emptied himself inside of her.

"Cum for me, Eddie," she instructed

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut as he chased his orgasm, keeping his fingers focused on her clit. He was a skilled man with years of practice, he knew how to work them both through it.

He was fast to bite down on her shoulder as he came inside the condom. He gave a few shuddered and sloppy thrusts as he worked through his orgasm.

He pressed kisses to the mark his teeth left behind. He slowly slipped himself out of her, keeping his eyes on her.

He took off his condom and tossed it in the trash

"I didn't forget about you, gorgeous." He smirked as he grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders. She covered her mouth with her hand as his tongue swirled her clit and he shoved three fingers inside of her.

She used her other hand to grip his curls as he sucked on her clit. She could feel her stomach tightening as his fingers slipped in and out of her.

"Eddie," she moaned, her stomach feeling tight. His mouth worked perfectly on her clit as she yanked his hair.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me." He said as he pulled his mouth away for a moment. Then he went back to sucking her clit as hard as he could.

She accidentally let out a loud moan, Eddie was quick to cover her mouth as she continued to moan into his palm. Her thighs shook as she felt herself cumming, Eddie kept his lips and fingers in place as he looked up to watch her. Her back arched and he fought to keep his hand on her mouth to silence her sounds.

He worked her through her orgasm, pulling away slowly as her body came down from its high.

Eddie sucked his fingers clean and moved up her body. A pleased smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

~~~

Eddie pulled up to the campus, putting his car in park as he waited for his daughter and Y/N to walk out.

He looked when his passenger door opened, and Lucy jumped in the seat. But Y/N wasn't behind her.

"Y/N coming? Or does she have another ride?" Eddie asked, hoping his question sounded like a dad question.

"She's coming, just talking to Jake." Lucy said as she buckled her seat belt

Eddie gripped the steering wheel as he felt jealousy run through him. "Who's that?"

Then he saw her and he guessed Jake walking towards the car.

"Some guy that has been after her for weeks." Lucy shrugged. "He's pretty cute."

"He's alright," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes. He tried to hold back his growl as Jake placed his hand on her back.

The back door opened and Eddie could hear the ending of the conversation.

"Don't be afraid to reach out and call me. And I'll see you Friday at the party." Jake said as Y/N slid into the car.

"Alrighty. Bye Jake," Y/N said, trying her best to sound polite as she closed the door.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," Y/N said, a smirk playing on her glossy lips. But he didn't say anything, he just started to pull away. Y/N tried to ignore the pain she felt as he ignored her but moved past it.

The car was pretty quiet, it was clear Eddie was annoyed with something but Y/N didn't know what. She said goodbye as she got out of the car as he pulled into her driveway.

~

She waited until it was later in the evening to call him, but he didn't answer. She tried a few times, but he never picked up.

She shrugged it off and moved on for the night. Trying to catch some sleep.

~~~

She hadn't gotten to talk to Eddie in two days. He never picked up when she called and the few times she was over at his house, he was gone.

She felt like he was avoiding her and it pained her.

It was Friday night and she knew she wasn't going to the party. She already planned to bail out, knowing Lucy had other friends at the party to look out for her. She planned to sneak over to see Eddie since Lucy would be gone for hours, but she wasn't sure if she would be welcomed.

But she also wanted to see him, so she showed up anyway.

She knocked on the door, knowing he was home as his car was parked in the driveway. She smiled as he opened the door, a beer in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his eyes slightly heavy, telling her he had been drinking for a while.

"I wanted to see you. What's wrong?" She asked as she walked through the door.

"Thought you wanted to see Jake," Eddie said, slightly slurring his words as he closed the door. He turned around to face her, watching as she stepped forward and held his face in her hands.

"Are you drunk?" She asked, her eyes examining his face.

"Why aren't you with Jake?" He asked, his voice starting to sound angry as he pushed her hands off of him.

"Because I don't want to be! I'm here with you. You wouldn't answer my calls and you were gone the times I came over. I'm worried about you." She explained, her eyes soft.

"I'm a grown man, you don't need to be worried about me." He scoffed, walked past her, and walked into the kitchen. She was close behind, watching as he grabbed another beer.

"Eddie, talk to me. Why have you been avoiding me?" She asked. He cracked open the beer and took a long sip.

"I've just been busy," he shrugged. But they both knew it was a lie. He felt pathetic, to be honest. Here he was drinking his sorrows away all because he was jealous. Jealous over some guy, some stupid college boy. A boy that was years younger than him made him that insecure. But also made him angry. He didn't have a right to be jealous because Y/N was never labeled as his.

"If you don't talk to me, I'm going to leave." She threatened. "Tell me what's wrong, what's wrong with us?" She asked, softly removing the beer from his hands and setting it on the table.

"Doors right behind ya," he said, grabbing the beer from the table and taking another sip.

"Eddie, stop," she pleaded, she tried not to let her emotions show but she was getting nervous. She didn't want to leave and she didn't want him to want her to leave.

"Jake's probably waiting for you," he spat, roughly hitting her shoulder as he walked past her. He was heading for his bedroom and she was quick to follow.

"Can you act like a fucking adult? Are you jealous of Jake or something?" She asked

He stopped in his tracks, his body slightly hitting hers as she didn't expect to stop.

"Jealous of what? As far as I'm concerned we fuck and that's it. So if you want to screw college boys, I could care less."

"It seems like you do care. That's why you are acting like a damn teenager!" She fought back.

"Trust me, I don't care enough about you to care." He growled, but as the words left his lips he felt the immediate regret. "I didn't mean that"

Y/N scoffed and turned around. Heading for the front door but now Eddie was quick to follow her, grabbing her arm and pressing her against the wall. His beer was forgotten and shattered on the floor.

"Baby, you know I didn't mean that. I'm sorry." He pleaded, his breath strong of liquor.

She pushed him off, a ball of anger in her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm here with you" a finger stabbed into his chest, "I don't like Jake nor would I ever like anyone else. I've committed myself to you for months. Yeah, he asked me out, did I go? Hell no because I wanted to be with you. But maybe I should have gone with him, at least then I'd be with someone who cared more about what's between my legs." She spat as she shoved his chest and opened up the door.

"Y/N, wait just stop." He said as he chased after her. But she slipped into her car. He begged her through the window as she started her car.

"You're right. I'm acting like a child and I'm so fucking sorry. Can you please come inside so we can talk?" He begged

"You had your chance to talk," she said, then she reversed out of his driveway.

~~~

It was as if the script flipped. Eddie spent hours trying to call her, but none were answered. He didn't blame her, he was an idiot and said shit he didn't mean.

He hadn't heard from her all weekend. Now it was Monday and he just wanted to see her.

He sat up as the front door opened. He smiled as Lucy walked in, and his heart sped up when Y/N walked in behind her.

"Hi Dad," Lucy greeted as she took off her shoes.

"Hi, and um hi Y/N," Eddie said, his voice a little nervous.

She didn't say anything, just smiled. Eddie watched as they made their way up to Lucy's room. He desperately wanted Y/N to look over her shoulder but she never did.

~

Hours passed and Y/N was packing up to go home. She didn't plan to sleep over for a while, the sting was too fresh.

She was glad she drove to school today so she didn't have to ask Eddie to drive her home. She said goodbye to Lucy and walked downstairs. Eddie didn't seem to be around, which she was thankful for.

She made it out the front door and felt relieved. But then she looked up and saw Eddie leaning against her car.

"Not letting you leave until we talk," he said, his arms crossed. She rolled her eyes and hated the way his arms were distracting.

"We can't talk right here, Lucy could easily see us," Y/N said, hoping her argument would get him to leave.

"Fine, let's go for a drive," he said, walking over to the passenger side.

She mumbled some words and unlocked the car. She was silent as they got in, starting the car and reversing out. She drove a little bit down the street and then pulled off to the side.

"I don't understand what you want from me," she said honestly. "The sex is good, our conversations are good. And this whole time I believed it was going to lead to something real, something more than sex. And then you get jealous and tell me you don't care about me."

Eddie nodded as she repeated his words back to him. And now that he was sober, he realized just how stupid he truly sounded.

"Look, I was talking stupid and acting immature. I was jealous and I got drunk. Then I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

"You aren't supposed to be stupid and immature! You're older, Eddie. You're a fucking man and you treated me just like every boy I've ever met. You're supposed to know better and you're supposed to know how to treat me and not..." She sniffled as she felt herself tearing up. "Not break my heart."

She felt his warm hand land on her thigh and he squeezed it gently. She turned to look at him, a tear rolling down her face. He gently wiped it away.

"You're right, and you've always been right. And I hope you can believe me when I say that I want more than sex. I want to be together and go on dates. I want to take you out and have a relationship that exists outside of my house. I have strong feelings for you and I'd like to make this up to you." He spoke with such care and regret. She would have believed him if he lied, but she felt like he really meant it. His eyes held so much emotion and his hand shook her thigh.

"You sure you want this? I want a real relationship, with trust, loyalty, and commitment."

"I want everything with you," he said without missing a beat. "I want you." He said softly as he leaned in.

"You have me," she said, pressing her lips against his.

~~~

After that night things were moving forward. In no way were they going to tell Lucy yet, but they began to go on dates. Do things that normal couples do. Since they admitted their feelings for each other the sex got better, making it harder to keep quiet and make it fast. They started checking into hotel rooms, allowing themselves to spend the night together wrapped in each other's arms.

~

"You ever been here before?" Eddie asked as he pulled out her chair.

Y/N looked around the small bar, a live band playing on stage.

"Never!" Y/N said, watching as he stood at the table.

"I'll tell you a secret," he said, leaning down, his face inches from hers. "I used to play here in high school with my band." He smiled as her eyes lit up.

"You were in a band?" she asked in awe

"I was. Let me grab you a drink and I'll tell you all about it," Eddie said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She felt like she wanted to kick her feet as he walked up to the bar. The feeling of being out in public together still made her heart race. She loved being his girlfriend and being where people could see it.

The band ended and a group of applause bounced off the walls, catching her attention slightly.

By the time she looked back at Eddie, a girl was softly touching his hand that rested on the bar.

Y/N squeezed her eyebrows together as she stared at them, the girl seemed to be older maybe around his age. Eddie moved his hand, putting it in his pocket.

But it seemed like the girl didn't want to give up there. She was moving in, her body pressed against his.

Y/N slid out of her chair, walking confidently towards her boyfriend.

"I'd advise you to back up," Y/N sneered as she crossed her arms. Eddie looked relieved and the girl glared at her.

"Who are you? An overprotective daughter?" The girl scoffed. Y/N rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe how much these older people still acted like immature teenagers.

"Girlfriend, so back the fuck off," Y/N said, pushing the girl's shoulder lightly. The girl stepped back and smiled.

"Understood," she said as she walked away.

"Daughter? Do I look that old?" Eddie joked, throwing his arm around Y/N's shoulders.

"I think I just look that young," Y/N teased back

"Let's go drink and have fun," Eddie said, "Enjoy our date."

Y/N smiled and they went back to their table. They don't have all the future details figured out, but they have each other right now and that's all that matters.

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My mind is telling me NO but my body ma body!🫠

Look sorry to our mom but damn i know for a fact she is still cheating on Eddie , no offense but she is total asshole to him sooo uh yeuuh it might be wrong but ill take care of him dont you worry😉🤍

I'm not that innocent

part II

Stepdad!Eddie x F!reader

Warnings: STEPCEST, AGE GAP (Eddie's 40s and Reader is middle 20s) , daddy kink, oral (m receiving) , slight pet play, dom sub dynamic, degradation, cheating, bad family's relationship, nipple play, breast fucking, Lemme know if i forget something <3

Summary: Your mother left your stepfather alone and lonely on her birthday, the next morning you wanted to make his morning as easy as possible, that's what a good girl would do, isn't it?

picture of older eddie by: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

You've known Eddie for almost five years now, ever since he started dating your mother when you were fifteen, your mother and he didn't know each other well when they had the brilliant idea of getting married and living together in less than three months of dating.

You didn't have to say how disastrous the whole get-together was inside the suburban house that used to be just yours and your mother's, and now in every room you looked there were traces of Eddie, from Mister Munson to you.

For two long years your Mother's marriage to Mr. Munson seemed like a fairy tale, he brought her flowers at least twice a week, cooked delicious dinners while your mother drank a (few) glasses of wine until they were both laughing and bumping into the hallway walls, giggling and whispering like two teenagers in love, it was cute you thought.

Things started to get bad on your 18th birthday. Eddie used to work in a big mechanic and managed to buy you an almost new car as a gift, your mother knew the whole plan and helped the man with every detail, from covering the car with an old sheet to blindfolding you and guiding you to the garage.

Maybe it was your reaction, maybe it was Eddie's hands hugging you back, hands in your lower back, maybe it was how you jumped and laughed causing your body and your stepdad's to brush against each other,your mother could see your braless chest squeezed on her sweaty husband, but something in her attitude has changed, both with you and with her husband.

Unlike your mother who is an extrovert, you were quiet, preferring to stay with your books and headphones. Your quiet nature caused your voice to be low and calm, which would explain your mother's sudden change after your explosive reaction , with her husband and not with her! Which ignited a flame of insecurity inside the head of the older woman who was always talking back to you for anything you said, who started to ignore you and made your life more difficult at every opportunity .

The situation for Eddie wasn't the best either, they fought over any and all nonsense and it always ended the same way, with him begging her to stay, while she kept saying terrible things to him, the ending was your mother slamming the front door in his face, going to god only knew where, as he sat in the dark room, face in his hands.

It didn't take long for rumors to start running around town. One day of carelessness and your mother was seen by a neighbor kissing a boy much younger than her. And from what you'd heard, it wasn't the first time.

That was 2 years ago, you didn't stick around long enough to find out if they were real or not, but you never understood why Eddie put up with it all and believed your mother's sarcastic voice when she denied the whole story.

Now, 2 years older than the last time you were here, you avoid that story as much as possible, of course the weekly calls home became monthly and soon you only called on major holidays, visiting was out of the question as money was tight and your job at the library college barely paid your rent. 

You wouldn't accept financial help from them even though they insisted, knowing what happened the time you accepted your old car.

Now, on your mother's 40th birthday, you were forced to be there, your mother even offered to pay for your plane ticket but you preferred to face the 9 hours on the road. When you arrived, to your -not- surprise, things weren't very different from how they were in your last days in this house.

Your mother was trying her best to maintain a not-so-fake smile as she waved from the porch and you parked your car. You were happy to see the mother you hadn't seen in a few years, now blonder with more visible wrinkles but still just as beautiful.

The tension of a few years ago didn't exist but everyone could feel that something still wasn't clicking. You gave your mother a quick hug and nodded at Eddie, as you tried to carry all your luggage alone into your old childhood room, now with some guitars and acoustic, posters of some old bands you didn't know and others that you were much more than a fan.

If you noticed the little touches Eddie left in your home, this room now certainly screamed Eddie, you mean, Mister Munson!

The strangest thing was the fresh smell of his shampoo on the pillow that used to be yours. "Does he usually sleep here?" you thought, digging in your nose, taking in all Mr. Munson scent, the cigarette, something earthy and musk, all of him, causing your thighs to press against each other to bring any kind of relief.

It had been three days since you had stayed with them and the tension was only beginning to rise. You could hear the little arguments your mother had with Eddie over the smallest of things. The final straw, both for you and for your mother, was on Friday night, on her birthday. 

The argument had started over a wrong present that Mr. Munson had bought, intensified because he tried to hug the woman who was raging in front of him and ended when, to your surprise, he shouted that he missed her, he missed her touch. Making your mother grab an old backpack, stuff it with some clothes and speed off the tires of your car.

You tossed and turned all night in your bed, feeling his scent wafting around you, the sound of the man's deep breathing sleeping on the couch echoing in your ears, making your hand roam over your body, adding pressure everywhere you thought that Eddie would pay more attention until you found your sex already wet.

The mere memory of Mr. Munson's hands were enough to send you over the edge, but it was hearing him moan in rage that made you come harder, thinking of how he could take all that anger and frustration out on your pussy at the same time, instead of anything else he was doing right now.

You didn't know how to act the next morning, not because you heard the fight, but because you knew how needy your stepfather was, that information made something carnal wake up inside your chest and you decided to test the waters around you.

You decided to act as if nothing had happened, leaving the room only in a baggy T-shirt and shorts so short they barely showed, and a pair of white socks.

You went to the kitchen to make coffee when you noticed the unconscious figure of your stepfather lying on the sofa, his hair covering half of his face and the half you could see was beautiful.

You prepared two large mugs of coffee, looked for the man's cigarettes and took a deep breath trying to gain more courage to wake him up, not knowing what his reaction would be after this type of situation with your mother.

You put everything on the coffee table in the living room, knelt down next to the sofa and brushed some curls from the man's face. Eddie squirmed under your touch and slowly opened his eyes, taking time to understand what was happening and where he was.

He sat on the couch, having an overhead view of you, getting to see the contours of your breasts and your nipples already erect from the weather, peeking out from under your shirt "my shirt" he thought to himself as he looked your body up and down. down, smiling slightly when he saw you kneeling so close to him.

"Good morning sweetheart" he said in a hoarse voice, rubbing his face with both hands "Sorry, I didn't expect the night to end like that" he gave you an apologetic smile, you just nodded and passed the mug of coffee for the older man.

"It's okay, really. It wasn't your fault" you smiled, as you started to stand up, you let your shirt ride up to the curve of your ass, as you purposefully bent down to pick up one of Eddie's cigarettes, turning to face the man who was obviously checking you out "May I Mr Munson?" you asked in the sweetest voice you had in your arsenal.

Eddie took a while to understand what your request was and looked away when he saw your obvious smirk and cleared his throat to disguise the blush rising in the man's bearded cheeks.

"S-sure, be my guest sweetheart" he straightened his body on the couch, sitting as straight as possible, bringing a pillow to his lap trying to hide the erection marked in black jeans.

"But you know you don't have to call me Mister Munson, right? Fuck, I don't even think my father was called that." he chuckled softly as he took a few sips of his delicious coffee

You now leaning against the window across the room, cigarette wedged between your lips, you shrugged and lit your cigarette, your eyes never leaving the man's eyes, who eyed you suspiciously

"Sorry, old habits die hard" you blew out the smoke and smiled at him, the kind of smile he hadn't gotten in a while, the kind of smile he'd gotten from your mother for the past two years.

"Yes! Of course,yeah, just Eddie is fine" He had to take a big, long drink of his coffee to quell the malice that was growing in his face, but he didn't expect your answer to be as direct as it was "I thought you wanted to that I called you daddy" you bit your lip as the man took a slight choke on his coffee before giving a disbelieving laugh.

"You would like that, right, little girl?" The smirk and the hungry look that Eddie was giving at you made your thighs clenched automatically, this time harder causing a low sigh to escape your perfect lips. Not going unnoticed by Eddie, who was already sitting with his forearms resting on his knee as he stared at you like you were a prey.

"Yes" you said above a whisper, "Yes what?" Eddie's gaze never leaving your face;

"Yes d-daddy" you replied with a groan, making the man squeeze the pillow tighter on his lap, “Good girl”.

Silence filled the living room, you could hear your stepdad's cigarette paper burning across the room at the same intensity you could feel his gaze burn holes in your skin

"Are you, are you feeling better, Daddy?" you smirked as you approached the man sitting on the couch a few steps away from you.

"Stop!" he demanded, making you stop instantly, not knowing if he was asking you to stop the overt flirting or if he wanted you to physically stop moving so you did both.

"So obedient, what a good girl" he said, taking the pillow off his lap leaving the bulge in his pants apparent to you, he brought a huge, ringed hand to his cock, groping and squeezing causing the man to moan

"please daddy" you said pathetically not really knowing what you were asking for "please what little girl?" he said, now sliding his hand over his cock, showing all the girth that would hopefully be filling your desperate little pussy

"Can I get close to you? Can I make you feel good daddy? please" Eddie could sense how much you were in need and decided to take full advantage of it.

"You can, of course you can princess" he smiled as if he was hiding something and before you could say thank you, he completed the sentence "but come crawling to daddy, little girl" 

The words disappeared from your mouth, your knees were already weak watching Eddie touching him even if only over his pants.

Your knees sank to the floor, and you made a point of pushing your ass as high as possible, leaving your little white cotton panties visible as you crawled between the older man's legs.

You can smell him faintly in your nose, the same one that surrounded you all night for the last 2 days. With his small hands gripping his stepdad's thick thighs Eddie did the one thing you wouldn't expect him to do, he grabbed a handful of your hair and rubbed your delicate face against his crotch.

"Yeah, that's it, I know you like it you little slut" he circled his hips against your face, you could feel his already hard cock pressed against your face "you think I didn't listen to you yesterday?" you let a moan come out of his mouth followed by a chorus of "please, please, oh! let me taste you daddy, i'm your good girl, i'm your good kitten"

Your last sentence made the man moan loudly and start to unbutton his pants in a clumsy way, pulling his pants down to his ankles and kicking them away, your hands went up his thigh, stopping at his groin, you could feel the heat emanating from him. of his dick.

"Go on little girl, take your time" 

he said, opening his legs wider for you to settle between them.

You did as you were told, your hands roamed your stepfather's body, who felt everything as if it were torture, your hand enveloped his hard cock, giving a few kisses to the covered head of the member, you could taste the precum through the fabric of his boxers.

You pulled the underwear down Eddie's legs, gripping his cock in both hands, touching your feather-light lips to his red head, giving cat-like licks as you moved your hands up and down. "oh! fuck" Eddie's hands found the hair on the back of your neck, taking control of your head, forcing your mouth deeper and deeper into his hard cock. "Put your tongue out little girl, let daddy fill your throat, huh?" you just asserted and stuck out your tongue as much as your body would allow.

Eddie took advantage of the space your sticking-out tongue created and shoved his cock deep down your throat "mother…fucker" he groaned, setting a rhythm as he fucked your throat. He wiped away the fat tears that were streaming down your face and you could see his smile through your blurred vision as he licked your tears away from his thumb print.

"That's it little girl, making daddy feel so good" Eddie ripped your head off his cock so you could breathe, you moaned at the lack of contact causing Eddie to slap your cheek, making you even redder. "Thank you daddy" you said, leaving the man almost speechless.

The stepfather's hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it, leaving your bare breasts on display. "I knew it" he said, slapping your chest with his hand  "looks like my little girl is a slut", Eddie stuffed part of the hem of your shirt into your mouth, trapping the fabric between your teeth as he attacked your nipples.

He licked and sucked your nipple like a starving man, pinching the other nipple with his fingertips, rolling and tugging, making your muffled moans almost inaudible, but not to Eddie.

He ripped the shirt from your body holding your face between his fingers "Now open that pretty little mouth wide little girl, I need you to get my cock very wet for what I want to do to you next, ok slut?" he whispered as he passed the head of the cock in your mouth asking for access.

You opened your mouth wide, his cock assaulted your mouth without mercy, going so deep that with each thrust your mouth watered more, making your saliva run down your stepfather's balls and your full bare breasts "That's it, little girl, swallow everything daddy gives you" You completely surrendered control of your head to the man, so it was no surprise when he ripped you off his cock and made you suck his balls instead, causing more saliva to run down your body .

You took an entire ball into your mouth, sucking so gently it took Eddie over the edge more than once in a row, he pulled your bodies apart, lifting you off the floor and placing you on the sofa in the position he needed you, leaning against the headboard of the sofa. Your step dad jerked off a few times before wedging his hard cock between your breasts.

His big hands squeezed your breasts against his cock, he used the mixture of your fluids to slide the hard member against your skin, always letting the luscious head hit your chin "C’mom princess, let me in your mouth, open that little mouth for daddy", Eddie ran his fingers over your nipples, making you grind against the couch looking for any kind of relief.

Eddie was so mesmerized by the puddle forming on the black leather sofa that he didn't notice your open mouth, a string of saliva fell on the head of his cock, snapping him out of his trance, faster fucking your breasts as the angry head of his cock it entered through your lips, brushing deliciously on his tongue, the texture of your taste buds made eddie's knees weak

"Please daddy, give me more, I can take more" you said trying to get more of him into your mouth as he fucked frantically, pinching and pulling at your nipples, he was in a frenzy. Head thrown back, eyes closed, highly pornographic moans followed by insults that made you feel like the most desired and admired woman in the world “‘m gonna come, oh!fuck, where? where can I come?" he said between moans.

"In my mouth, I want to taste you daddy," you said, making your tongue swirl around the head of his cock. The man moaned louder, jamming his cock deep in his mouth, "Such a slut, such a dirty slut, oh! fuck" you went up and down sucking his cock, as he held your head in place and thrust most of his cock in. in your mouth, cumming deep in your throat. "oh! fuck" he sighed with his forehead against hers, "fuck little girl, I don't think I've ever come this hard in my life" his husky voice made her cheeks flush, bringing out a shyness that hadn't been there a few minutes ago .

"Come here" he said, holding your face and for the first time in the night, his lips touched yours, he could feel the sweet taste of your mouth mixed with his cigarette that you had smoked earlier, he knew it was the new favorite flavor of his and that now that he's tasted the forbidden fruit no other flavor would suffice.

The kiss was slow, despite the few words exchanged you could feel how important his touch was to your stepfather, he licked his tongue and kissed you as if he hadn't had any kind of contact for years. And maybe he hadn't. The kiss was broken by the ringing of the phone. Eddie's naked figure walked away from you, taking the phone in his hands and walking to the bathroom. "yeah, yeah ok, I'll be there as soon as possible", you could hear the muffled sound of Eddie's voice as he cleaned up.

The mess that oozed between your thighs from an untouched pussy was pathetic, you felt your clits throbbing, making you squirm with every little contact of the panties with your button.

When Eddie came back from the bathroom he was fully dressed in his work overalls,

"Sorry dollface, emergency at work" he said leaning down as he spoke to you, he placed a few more kisses on your mouth and your jaw "I'll be right back" one kiss "I don't want you to touch yourself" his fingers circled your clits over her panties "that pussy is mine" in a whisper "you want to be my good girl don't you? my good kitty?" he stood up, making himself look a lot more intimidating.

"yes, yes daddy, I'm your good girl" you said getting up, your half naked body pressed against his, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your ass as he kissed you, taking you with him towards the door "My good little girl", he said, pulling out of your embrace.

"I'll see you later, okay?" he said with his body almost completely out of the house "and, thanks for... for today, I.." you cut him off with a quick kiss on the lips "see you later, daddy", your smile made him melt a little on the doorstep, giving you the sweetest smile you've ever seen on your stepfather's handsome face.

He just waved and closed the door, leaving you alone in a house that wasn't yours, in a city that wasn't yours and thinking about a husband that wasn't yours.

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the intensity of being known (12475 words) (Teen and Up)

(single dad!steve, babysitter!eddie, steve pov)

It Has No Place Here Series, starting with: dirtybadwronggood (8364 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, hatefucking to lovers, angst with a happy ending, dual pov)

out there where they glow (58171 words) (Mature)

(tangled au, rapunzel!steve, flynn rider!eddie, mild angst, happy ending, dual pov)

Soda Burn (80379 words) (Explicit)

(bartenders au, enemies to lovers, fuck steve’s dad, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

Interviews and Articles from the Flight Risk Universe (8971 words) (Teen and Up)

(a selection of magazine articles and interviews with eddie and steve in the years leading up to and after the events of flight risk by the incomparable @sayesayes and @noxarcanaart)

What is this, a Crossover Episode? (7487 words) (Explicit)

(fanfic of fanfic, soda burn!steve, flight risk!eddie, as near to a crackfic as i've written, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

Pro Patria Mori (57448 words) (Explicit)

(ww1 au, british steddie, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

climbing on my desire (6512 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, jealous steve, daddy kink, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

love on my fingers, lust on my tongue (6793 words) (Explicit)

(FBI agent!Steve, unsub!eddie, knifeplay, gratuitous smut, eddie pov)

Something (7232 words) (Explicit)

(lighthouse keeper!steve, siren!eddie, oral sex, happy ending, steve pov)

No More Retreating (53538 words) (Explicit)

(bucket list fic, canon era, friends to lovers, mutual pining, dual pov, happy ending)

A Jewel for the Captain's Collection (7091 words) (Explicit)

(pirate au, captain!eddie, stowaway!steve, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

he's a handful (5294 words) (Explicit)

(vague modern au, fisting, slightly bratty bottom eddie, soft dom top steve, eddie pov)

And Stay Out (8841 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, follow-up to Soda Burn, steve meets eddie's ex, jealousy kink maybe?, possessive steve, semi-public sex, intercrural sex, steve pov)

Santa Buddy (8551 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, christmas fic, karaoke as foreplay, feminization,outdoor sex, the hol special: spit kink walls and alleyways, steve pov)

If You're Gonna Break My Heart (Smash it to Pieces) (81147 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, big bang fic, friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, eddie&wayne father-son-ism, mostly bottom eddie, soft dom mostly top steve, eddie pov)

Mr. Harrington, You're Trying to Seduce Me (7730 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, girlfriend's dad, older steve, college age eddie, oral sex, cheating, hot mess eddie munson, dilf steve, eddie pov)

Left Hand Green (4667 words) (Explicit)

(oneshot, canon era, friends to lovers, twister as foreplay, frottage, clothed sex, cumming in pants, steve pov)

In Progress:

Layover (116486 words) (Explicit)

(flight attendant!steve, rockstar/model!eddie, lots and lots of sex, angst to come, dual pov, happy ending guaranteed) writing with the immensely talented @dreaminginpencil

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Calleth You, Cometh I

by CaptainHoney

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson Character: Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's Mother, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: ahistorical use of the word dilf, divorced dads au, older eddie and steve, lovers to exes to enemies who coparent a child to friends to lovers, dustin is their son, Rating is for later chapters, period typical biphobia, referenced period typical homophobia, robin is in a riot grrl band, ARTIST EDDIE, no upside down, brief appearances from the rest of the party, Angst, the angst is light by my standards but that doesn't mean a whole lot, But there's fluff too I swear, Implied ableism, I'll update tags as I go because I'm once again posting right before bed, I know these tags are grim but this is a ~romance, i got jokes, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, poor heidi is dustin's mother but she is not around sorry heidi, I summoned some kind of maternal instinct from deep in my spleen or something to bring y'all this, -slaps fic- this baby can fic so much authorial projection and 90s references, Eddie makes biphobic comments about Steve because he's insecure boo Eddie 1000yrs dungeon, Steve in general references a lot of people assuming he's going to essentially 'pick a side', two brief f-slurs in ch3 that aren't directed at anyone but still there, brief jealous eddie Words: 34,941 Chapters: 5/5

Summary

"It was like any time they were in the same place for more than a few hours they were legally obligated to have a screaming match. That was why they’d barely seen each other in years, why he kept apologising because he could feel himself wanting to argue and he was trying to delay the inevitable, for Dustin’s sake. If Eddie stayed the night there was every chance they’d just spontaneously get up and murder each other for no reason other than that they’d been in close proximity for too long. And then there was also… the other thing. The times when they didn’t fight. The times that were much, much worse."

[tired-biscuit]

Forgiveness

This is part two to Crush.

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!] modern au, age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex, slight size kink, oral [f!receiving], risk of getting caught, slight angst. dilf!kiba.

Word count: 7.6k

YOU have trouble focusing.

As you stare into the screen of Jun’s laptop with somewhat of an absent mind, you find it difficult to follow along and understand the plot of the popular Netflix series your best friend has decided to put on for the two of you on the particularly lazy evening you’re once again wasting away at her house.

The room isn’t completely dark, but dusk still falls rapidly through the big, glass-panelled windows. The space is filled with so much clutter that it’s dangerously reaching the brink of normalcy; throwing shadows over the countless band posters of classic rock musicians and their respective vinyl records to adorn the walls. 

Ever since you’ve gotten to know her better back in your senior year, you’ve come to learn that Jun has been a particularly big fan of the genre, having grown up being surrounded by it. Her - self-proclaimed amazing - taste in music is something she shares with her father.

And as for you, well… You tend to share other things with him.

“Ugh… Eddie is so hot, am I right?”

Jun’s sigh is dreamy as it brushes your cheek and pulls you out of your thoughts from the way it abruptly breaks the comfortable quiet. You force yourself to let out a grunt of somewhat disinterested approval at the Munson character as you turn your head to the side, so that you can look at her better.

Jun Inuzuka is good-looking in her own peculiar, brash ways. Her skin is like molten caramel: tan and sun-kissed, despite that she so far hasn’t gotten the chance to go to the beach this summer. Freckles adorn the bridge of her button nose and dust the apples of her red cheeks that are framed by wild, shoulder-length hair that is nearly the exact same shade of chestnut as that of her father’s. It has streaks of red weaved in-between the pretty brown when the sun hits it just right, and is so thick that she has to tie it up during hot summer months, in fear that she'll risk getting heatstroke otherwise.

But since the room is fairly cool from the fan that’s running on the highest setting in the corner of her bedroom, Jun has allowed herself the rare pleasure of letting her hair down. The curls tickle your shoulder as you both lie in her bed; with your legs tightly intertwined and bodies smushed together whilst your fight to take as much space on the single pillow she owns ensues with every minute you spend watching the episode.

Staring at her like this, you see that Jun is definitely Kiba’s kid. Both appearance-wise and with the impulsive, bold personality - there is no mistaking that she is the spitting image of her father, albeit one that is just the tiniest fraction mellower. After all, her facial features are rounder and softer around the edges than his own are, and her eyes aren’t nearly as ferocious, which you now know fairly well, having seen both pairs up-close. 

On the other hand, Jun also tends to be a little bit less pushy and firm with every year she becomes older, but the fire of hot-headedness her father’s genes had sparked within her the moment she was old enough to fathom who she was, still burns and courses her veins as strong as ever underneath that signature golden complexion.

“So, what’d you do while I was at my mom’s place?”

The sudden question makes cold sweat rush over your entire body. In a meek attempt of hiding the way your skin is pulling taught over your now-bewildered face, you quickly avert your gaze back towards the laptop again. “Nothing much… Just, uh… Kind of chilled back at home.”

“I heard that you didn’t really feel like partying,” she drawls boredly, absent-mindedly playing with the string of her gym shorts. “‘Cause Ren said he barely saw you around the usual spots. And apparently you told him no, whenever he asked to go clubbing.”

“I was just busy,” you mumble, brows knitting tightly together for a split of a second before you force yourself to smooth them back up, “doin’ my own thing, and all that...” Doing your dad, for instance.

“Yeah, I get that.” She chuckles now, twirling the string around her index finger. “Missed me far too much to be partying your mind out, huh?”

“Yeah…” All you can do is grin as sweetly as you’re able and hope for the best as you nuzzle your cheek into her shoulder to hide yourself from her vision. You feel bad for lying to your best friend through your teeth like this, but what are you supposed to do? Admit that you’re having an affair with her goddamn father?

To be fair, it isn’t exactly an affair, since he isn’t married anymore, but still… He’s a line you definitely shouldn’t have crossed that drunken night you’ve spent at the same house you're currently in. She’d be upset if she found out that you had betrayed her trust in such a terrible, gruesome way. Even worse: that you’ve been continuing to do so, without any sign of stopping as well.

You truly are a terrible friend.

The thought makes your stomach twist with uncomfortable guilt. “I’m just gonna go get something to drink real quick, okay?”

Jun’s eyes are still glued to the laptop as she watches the preppy cheerleader slam against the ceiling just as her bones begin to crack. She gives you a dismissive nod. “Yeah, sure. Want me to pause?”

“No, no, it’s fine. You can fill me in later.” You sigh, picking yourself up from the bed before you dust off your skirt from imaginary dust to straighten it better. “Do you need anything?”

Jun flicks a curious glance at you as you bend over to fix your white thigh highs back into place. Two faint snapping noises resonate throughout the room as your fingers slip from underneath the upper bands that are now biting into your thighs and causing them to pinch the plush flesh slightly. 

She flicks her eyes back towards her newly-discovered favourite character in Stranger Things. “Nah.”

You’re already making your way towards the door, your heart heavy inside your chest as you murmur: “All right.”

And so, you go.

—

Kiba lets out a small gasp of startlement at the sudden pair of arms to wrap around his waist all of a sudden.

“Woah, easy! Don't wanna burn myself on the goddamn stove, hah.” Standing in front of it, the forty-one-year-old quickly inspects the pot of boiling water before he turns his head over his shoulder to look down at the mystery person who’s hugging him so fervently.

A small chuckle slips past his lips at the sight of the pouty expression you display when you look up at him. Your bottom lip is jutting out in childish annoyance. It makes the amber within his golden eyes shimmer with something mischievous. “Everything okay, kiddo? You seem kind of down.”

“Can you not call me that, please?” A small grunt of disapproval leaves your mouth before it muffles out from the way you hide your face into his light grey t-shirt. He smells good and sharply fresh; like he’s just showered. You can’t help but inhale the earthy, musky scent as deep as you can. 

It nearly tastes sweet as it fills up your throat and lungs. Like you’ve been chewing on wood and moss - inhaling the pure essence of a great forest. It’s so masculine that it turns your brain fuzzy. Simply intoxicating.

“What,” Kiba drawls with a tricksy grin, “kiddo?”

“Yes,” you grumble further as your hands tighten their hold around his waist. It’s hard to keep them from slipping underneath the light cotton so that you can freely roam his toned abs, but you somehow manage to do it. You suppose that he can tell from the way he snorts quietly.

“What’s wrong with kiddo?” he asks you now.

You roll your eyes, despite that he can’t see it. “It just makes me feel incompetent. Kind of immature.”

Your heart begins to race and jump around your ribcage when he loosens up your hold around him just enough that he can turn to see you better. Your face meets his chest for a brief moment with the movement; chin resting against the middle of his torso before his arms are wrapping around your middle and his big hands find purchase on your hips.

Kiba lifts you up swiftly, placing you to sit on top of the marble counter with zero effort whatsoever, right next to the stove. It’s a struggle not to melt into a puddle of flustered, confused feelings at the way he fits so nicely between your legs; at how close he is to you that you can smell the spearmint chewing gum on his breath.

He looks you in the eye as he says, “I never said you were incompetent.”

Your sigh is somewhat shaky because of the close proximity as you reply with a bashful mumble: “I know you didn’t.”

“Besides,” he says as he gives you a light shrug of shoulders, “you can cook a really mean plate of spaghetti.”

The deadpan expression that falls upon your face is comically amusing. “What's pasta got anything to do with this?”

“Ah, darlin',” he grins real big, flicking the tip of your nose with a calloused finger, “it makes you less incompetent, you see.”

Your brows shoot up in faux disbelief. “I thought you just said I wasn’t incompetent at all.”

Kiba pauses for a moment. “Well… I did, yeah. But-”

“You can’t get any less incompetent than zero, Kiba.”

“Can we please stop saying incompetent, already? Damn.” The small ‘v’ that appears in-between his dark brows makes you want to giggle from how fussy he seems to look in that exact moment. You’ve clearly provoked and irked a nerve because now he sighs as you allow yourself a chuckle, “You’re a piece of work, you know that? Too smart for your own good. Gonna bite ya in the ass one day, you'll see.”

“You don’t seem to mind me being a piece of work when I’m sucking your dick,” you retaliate with a feline-like smirk.

“That’s because you’re quiet during it,” he bites back, the corners of his lips twitching upwards faintly at the jabs you keep throwing back and forth at each other.

“Well, at least I’m quiet,” you sigh dramatically, shrugging as if you don't have a care in the world, when in reality you have many. “Unlike your moaning self.”

Kiba shakes his head with a hushed laugh as he leans in and presses his forehead against your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his palm as he places it on top of your thigh; no nudge of a ring present as his fingers trace the band of one of your thigh highs.

It’s become a routine of sorts. Throughout the entirety of last week - which you’ve spent at his house, while Jun has spent it at her mother’s - you’ve been doing nothing but exchanging witty comebacks, fucking like animals and slowly, albeit surely, catching feelings for each other.

You’re falling in love with your best friend’s father. A man that’s twice your age, and could as well be your own dad. How pitiful.

At least this one takes you out for ice cream and tells you you're pretty.

“I like these socks on you,” he mumbles against your neck after a brief moment of comforting silence.

Your fingers are eager to stroke his tousled hair. It’s still damp at the nape from the shower. “Really?”

“Mhmm,” he replies tiredly, “though I think they made me stare for a little too long earlier.”

“You gotta fix that, you know,” you fuss as you feel his lips latch to your throat hungrily, “Jun might get suspicious if you keep ogling at me like that.”

“I know, I know.” He grunts as his fingers dig into the fat of your thigh; right at the spot where the white cotton is pinching it inwards. You’re hardly able to suppress a whine at how harshly he manhandles you now. He's certainly no gentleman, but you like it nonetheless. “But I’ve missed you! It’s been, what… Four days since the kid came back? And you barely swing by anymore… I don't like not having you in my bed anymore.”

“Don’t be silly.” Your exhale is one of exasperation. “You know darn well that I can’t hang out with you while Jun’s around.”

“Yeah,” he says, despite the fact that he pouts as he grazes your pulse point with his teeth, “but that doesn’t mean that it makes me feel any better.”

“Please stop being jealous of your own daughter,” you scold him gently, stifling back a little giggle, “you’re forty-one years old.”

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbles, kissing up your jaw. “Are you staying over tonight?”

“If I am,” you say as your fingers dig into his hair and tug at the roots, “I’ll be sleeping in Jun’s bed, not yours.”

Kiba releases a small groan at the lewd touch as your manicured nails trace his scalp in loving brushes. It’s a sound you haven’t heard in the four days since his daughter has come back home from her mother’s. It’d be a lie if you said you didn’t miss it. It only urges you to repeat the action.

He grows needier now as his hand squeezes your thigh again, the tips of his fingers just barely slipping underneath the hem of your pretty skirt. Your legs are tightly wrapped around his waist as you push yourself towards the edge of the counter so that you can feel him better. It’s just a little comfort. Both of you need it.

You’ve promised yourself that you weren’t going to allow things to escalate before you’ve even set foot inside the kitchen, and yet the way his breath hitches in the back of his throat when the bulge in his sweatpants grazes your clothed pussy, dulls out the firmness of your determination in mere seconds. 

He’s already rock hard underneath the thick cotton; nudging your sopping entrance and nearly grinding himself against you. Everything is quick-paced and rushed from the excitement you're both buzzing with. The thrill and the tension to fill the room are making you suffocate on your own inhales.

“Kiba,” you whisper, heart hammering when his hands find your hips, “we shouldn’t-”

“Just a lil’ bit, sweetheart,” he mumbles dazedly in answer, spreading open-mouthed kisses across your entire jawline. You can hear how quickly he’s panting, now. “Haven’t had you in four days… Kept thinkin’ ‘bout you during work. Late at night, too.”

“That’s nice and all, but you still can’t fuck me on the kitchen counter, while your daughter is watching Netflix upstairs! Besides, I’ve already been gone for way longer than I should have.” You try to push him away, but he won’t budge. His big hand wraps around your smaller one before he moves it and places it onto his shoulder. Your eyes are practically glazed over with a thick film of lust as you watch him press a tender kiss to your knuckles.

Kiba turns to look at you expectantly as soon as he finishes placing the chivalrous affection on your skin. It takes you a while to realize that he’s waiting for you to give him a reward - the absolute bastard.

“Your pasta is gonna be overcooked,” you try to upset him lamely.

“It’s not as good as yours, anyway,” he shoots back in an instant. You can see him turn off the stove. He's clearly made his decision on what's more important.

You stare at him for a long moment, trying to ignore the way his fingers are stroking your hips the entire time. He nearly has to give you the puppy eyes before you’re rolling your own at him, ignoring the low snicker of triumph he lets out as soon as you drawl an absolutely fed-up: “Oh, fine.”

The lewd excitement to ghost over his sharp features makes you narrow your eyes at him. He’s nearly exclaiming a childish ‘Yay!’ as he slips underneath your skirt and tugs your panties down your legs when you lift your hips slightly to help him out.

He fingers the maroon lace as he places a soft kiss to your calf and stands up to his full height again. “Can I keep these, too? Red is my favourite colour.”

“I’m surprised you actually asked this time,” you bite back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when his other hand slips underneath your skirt once more. You watch as he stuffs your panties into the pocket of his sweatpants, despite that you’ve never fully agreed to him taking a second pair. 

You’ve never asked him about what he does with them. Honestly, some part of you doesn’t even want to know.

The thought is quickly whisked away from how his thick fingers trace your drenched hole now; making it tighten around the tip of his digit as soon as he prods at it to test how wet you are. The mewl you let out in response to the touch is kittenish, even though your hand is wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to push him away. 

“What,” he asks stupidly, eyes still glued to your glistening cunt. He doubts he’ll ever get over how young pussy feels like. How adorably puffy it looks; especially wrapped around a cock. His cock, specifically.

You frown from how mesmerized he seems to be. “We don’t have time for foreplay.”

This, however, does make him look up at you. You can see the worried furrow of his brow as he licks his lips. “But, it’ll hurt if I don’t-”

“It’ll hurt either way,” you retaliate, attempting to cool down the heat that sears your face, “to my misfortune, I’ve gotten myself a man who’s cursed with a monster cock.”

He muses as he fondles the subject of the matter right over his sweatpants, the action seemingly prideful. In reality, he’s trying to steady himself from nearly just busting a nut just from the way you’ve called him yours. “You say that like you don’t like it.”

“It tries to crawl up my throat whenever you fuck me and it makes my pussy hurt,” you oblige in stroking his ego further, the corners of your lips curling upwards, “what is there to like about that?”

“Well, if you hate it so much,” he mutters lowly, the tone dark and raspy as he pushes the front waistband of his sweatpants and black boxer briefs lower in one go to free himself, “then wanna tell me why are you even here?”

Kiba can see how big your pupils turn at the sight of his fat cock. How you smile and eagerly shimmy towards the edge of the counter at the thick veins and throbbing girth, as well as the way pre-cum is already leaking out of the tip when he strokes it once with his rough palm. Your short, pleated skirt is already hiked up to your waist. All signs seem to point to green from your end.

He’s hot and bothered from missing you so much, and you’re nearly pushing him into you with the help of your legs, which you still have safely wrapped around his waist. Kiba still isn’t entirely sure if the lack of foreplay is a good idea, but you seem to be fucking buzzing with immoral impatience. Besides what’s going to become of your sweet pussy, he’s also worried that you might just throw a hissy fit if he doesn’t slam you soon.

“Kiba,” you warn as if you’re able to read his mind.

“On it! Christ… Needy little girl.” The poor man nearly growls at the way your head tips back gently when he rubs the sensitive tip along your heat and covers it in gooey slick. The way he hooks it to your clit makes your insides twist from delight.

“I thought you liked how eager I am to get it, daddy,” you tease him with the title, tracing the tip of your tongue along your front teeth. However, the pearly whites are quick to sink into the inside of your cheek as soon as he pushes the first inch inside you.

The stretch burns hot from lack of stimulation, exactly how he’s warned you it would. You fight back a prolonged whine as his breathing turns shallow from the wet warmth to wrap around him.

He looks up; the warm amber shining wicked inside those honey irises of his. “I told you so.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already, Mr. Inuzuka,” you snarl at him angrily. “I’ve gotta get back to watching Stranger Things with your daughter before she starts wondering where the fuck I am.”

He chuckles as he places your hand on his shoulder once more, “Then make sure to hold on tight, sweetheart. It’s gonna be a rough ride.”

Kiba’s words ring true.

The moment your fingers find hold on his defined shoulder, they’re already clawing at the thin t-shirt from how roughly he sheathes himself inside you right to the hilt. Your walls are clenching and refusing to let him in no matter how wet you are, but he insists on making space inside the narrow capacity. Outright forces it to happen.

“Holy fuck,” he grunts, panting quietly, “I’ve missed you so much, my sweet girl.”

“Missed daddy, t-too…! Ugh…!” Your eyes are nearly crossing from the pain and how he keeps throbbing inside your lower belly. “You-... Fuck, you gotta move, Kiba. ‘s too much.”

“Right, yeah,” he mutters, scrambling to get his thoughts back in order. That first, initial push was so good that it’s making him feel light-headed in a way, but it’s the way he watches his cock disappear inside your cute cunt that really takes the cake. Your pussy is practically sucking him in. Milking him already. “Gonna… Mm, gonna start movin’ now, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good.”

“You better,” you say, a faint squeak bubbling up your throat when he pulls back and slams right back in to bottom out within you for a second time, “and you better do it quick… Jun’s gonna-... Nnh, god.”

His eyes are so glazed over that they remind you of maple syrup as you look up at him from underneath your lashes. He’s staring at the spot you connect, face red and dazed, lips parting in a series of unsteady inhales and exhales. His broad chest is heaving from how much air he’s trying to bring into his lungs.

Kiba can’t stop looking at how his dick glimmers with your sweet arousal. How the milky slick drips onto the fucking counter as he starts to thrust; nice and deep. It feels like he’s stuck in a wet dream, even though he hasn't had one of those for about thirty years.

You’re still holding onto his shoulder for dear life; nearly tearing apart the fabric of his t-shirt with your fingernails as he stretches you out and bullies your womb. He can see how badly you’re trying to fight back the moans; to swallow down the breathless curses and grunts that are attempting to erupt from your mouth every time he swings. It’s almost angelic in a way.

Your velvety walls are beginning to clench around him with the laggard ministrations he’s giving you. His palm slams flat against the counter right next to you; bicep flexing as he leans in and keeps rutting his hips nice and slow into you over and over again. It’s enough to make your toes curl. To make you grit your teeth and clench your jaw as the first waves of an upcoming orgasm start to tremble over you.

“You gonna cum already,” he taunts you with a lopsided smirk, “I’ve barely put it in, honey.”

“I’m not your honey,” you bite out, glaring at him and at the way he pulls back one band of your thigh highs and makes it snap so harshly that the plush flesh jiggles right afterwards.

“Ow.” You pout. “Kiba…”

Kiba pauses for a second at the softly hurt expression you portray, now. Something snaps within him, making his heart swell up as he looks down at you with warm eyes; at the way your body writhes on the counter from the sheer pleasure he’s giving you. He's not sure if you want it quick and rough, or a bit more intimate this time around. “Do you-… Do you wanna be my honey?”

Your gaze turns even more doe-eyed. You can’t believe the nerve of him. Is he really asking you such a thing whilst he’s balls deep inside you? What the fuck! “Are you serious right now? Fuck-…! Be gentle!”

“‘m sorry,” he mumbles bashfully, easing the fervour of his thrusting, “I just get really into it when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” Sweat is starting to coat your brow from how he’s straining your limits. It still hurts whenever he slams in, but the pain is good. It makes you feel alive. Present.

“Spread wide apart and takin’ my cock,” he says as he leans in to press a kiss onto your sweet mouth. He chuckles at how quickly you angle your head to kiss him better and tangle your tongue with his own. 

Your hand rests on the crook of his neck. You can feel how riddled his skin is with salt right underneath the tips of your fingers. Gods, he looks so delicious that you want to lick him all over. “What’s so funny about that?”

“Nothing, I just-...” He snickers again, shaking his head lightly with a sigh, “I should take you with me to work sometime… Make my co-workers jealous.” Ah, there it is: the arrogance you’re familiar with.

“It’d be like I’m a trophy wife of yours, kind of, huh?” Your grin is going to be the death of him. What a little brat you are.

“Yeah,” he mumbles quietly, staring into your eyes with a look you haven’t seen him give you before, “my lil’ trophy wife.”

You feel like there’s more to his tone and look than meets the eye, but resist the urge of asking him about it. Instead, you just push him towards you and kiss him so hard that both of your mouths are beginning to hurt from the fever to resonate within each kiss.

It calms down his thoughts and makes his pace and rhythm turn somewhat natural as you caress his face and stroke your palms over the stubble on his cheeks. It’s as if he knows exactly what you both need.

“Oh, daddy,” you whine quietly, eyes rolling upwards into the ceiling of the kitchen, “s'good…!”

“Yeah,” Kiba whispers, “good?”

“Always so-... So good, my lovely Kiba.”

You speak the words so softly; so gently, as if you - yourself, aren’t aware that you’ve spoken them. Like you’re a little fawn he’s just stumbled upon in the middle of a clearing of pretty flowers: resting its delicate head on top of his heavy, grubby boots. And even though he’s supposed to be the big bad wolf, you don’t seem to be frightened at all by his sharp teeth and claws.

“Sweetheart…” Kiba doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve all of this; to be worthy of such a blessing that keeps on tugging on his heartstrings, but he needs to make it stay. You make him happy and glow from within. He simply needs to cling onto that light from the sheer reason of how good it’s making him feel; of how hard he’s fighting tooth and nail to make it stay just as bright in return. “Do you maybe wanna-”

A voice resonates from upstairs all of a sudden, accompanied with a thud of a door and equally as hurried footsteps: “Daaad!”

Well, crap.

The next few seconds are a blur. All Kiba can remember is the startled little whimper you voice before he harshly pulls out of you and practically jams his still rock hard cock back inside his sweatpants. The way you part produces the lewdest sound imaginable as you scramble on top of the counter to cover yourself with your skirt. 

The new strain his own clothes provide practically hurts. Kiba feels like he’s going to burst underneath the cotton.

“Shh, shh, shh. Shit, don’t cry, hey, shh,” he tries to soothe you hurriedly as you grimace and quietly whine again, but it’s too late. Before you can even fully push away from each other and before you can even hop off the counter and wipe the sudden tears from your heated cheeks; Jun is right there in the kitchen with you.

“Yo, dad. Have you seen y/n anywhere? She’s been gone for a-...” The brunette lifts her gaze from her phone just as you’re about to unhook your legs from her father’s waist. You can see how she freezes now. How she attempts to process the sight of you sitting on the kitchen counter, with her father positioned in-between your legs.

Her mouth is still open as she slowly utters, “A… A while.”

You’re all frozen, like you’ve just fucking sprouted roots underneath the soles of your goddamn feet as you keep staring at each other completely wide-eyed. The silence is deafening. You’re just about ready to kill yourself. To kill him. And her. To spare all three of you the dread that’s currently seeping its way into all of your guts.

Kiba is the first to spring into action. The way he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand nearly makes you want to cry, because it makes Jun look sick to her stomach. You don’t even feel his touch from how numb you are as he slips from your hold and slowly starts to turn towards his daughter. 

“Hey... Hey, kid.”

His voice sounds weird. Out of breath and slightly high-pitched - just enough to crack mid-sentence and to force him to clear his throat.

You can see your best friend’s eyes flick towards the bit of maroon lace that’s peeking out of his pocket. The way Jun takes a cautious step back makes him make a face you’ve never seen before. He’s literally cringing like he’s in pain, just like she is beginning to. 

“What the fuck,” is all Jun lets out before she looks over his shoulder to look at you. You can’t even look her in the eye. The shame is too strong as you slowly slide off the counter with a petrified little bounce.

“Kiddo, c’mon.” Kiba takes another step towards her to draw attention to himself, instead. She copies him by taking one backwards. “It’s not… It’s not what it looks like. Really.”

“And what do you mean by it, dad?” The piercing sound of the confused, gasp-like laugh that climbs out of her throat makes you both visibly wince.

“Jun,” you finally dare to say, fingers flinching as you intertwine them tightly together in front of yourself, “we-we didn’t…” You can't say it. Can't finish the sentence.

“Are you fucking my dad, y/n?”

The question feels sharp like a blade; outright venomous. It’s like the exact knife you’ve just stabbed into your best friend’s back, and it makes your thoughts sizzle out. You literally feel brain-dead from the stress as you let out an idiotic: “What…?”

“You are, aren’t you,” Jun says, her initially empty stare turning into the most vicious glare you’ve ever seen another human execute, “you’re fucking my… My dad. It’s written all over your face. Both of your faces.”

“Jun,” Kiba is the one to speak her name this time around. He runs a frustrated hand over his face, ridding himself of the salt the lust had invoked earlier. “Lemme explain, okay?”

“Explain? You… You want to explain?”

“Yes. How 'bout we just take a breather, and then we can-”

“Do you even hear yourself?!” The shrill laugh she lets out now is somehow worse than the silence as she finally snaps. “What is there even to explain, old man? How-... How in the flying fuck, are you gonna explain to me that you’re slamming someone, who’s twenty years younger than you? That you’re fucking my best friend? Fucking! My fucking best friend! Oh, my god, you’re old enough to be her father. Are you two insane?! Legitimately insane?”

And with that, Jun is out of the kitchen; running back up the stairs, with her father chasing right behind her. You don’t really feel entirely present in your body as you listen to him shouting at her to 'open the fucking door' of her room, nor the banging of his fist as it nearly shakes the entire house down from how harshly he’s pounding it against the wood.

It feels like an eternity before you slowly drag yourself up the stairs, trying not to pay mind to how intensely your feet are refusing to budge. Before you can even acquire enough courage to stand in front of him, you’re already there, much to your misfortune.

His shouting had died down. How long had it been? An hour? Two?

You can't even remember taking the steps. He seems to be on the verge of tears from how broken his breathing sounds and how glossy his eyes are as you come to a stop right beside him.

“Hey.”

Kiba doesn’t say anything. 

You try placing your hand onto his shoulder, but he flinches back like you’ve just burned his skin off with the touch; like you’ve just set him on fire right through the cotton of his t-shirt. His blatant rejection makes you pull your hand back in an instant. It’s as if he’s disgusted by you: the way he takes this big, wide step away from you to cause some distance.

“Kiba…?” The waver of hurt inside your voice is prominent.

“I think it’s better if you just leave, y/n.” This is the first thing he tells you after the entire ordeal. He looks so fucking lost and defeated - as if he’s not even really there. He can’t even look you in the eyes. Can’t even bring himself to touch you.

What a coward.

“Lea-... Leave?” The little stammer makes his heart tighten, but he keeps his face passive. He can’t afford to show that he cares. Not when his daughter is on the other side of that door.

“Yeah,” Kiba grits out finally like it pains him to say the words, but he says them firmer this time around, “it’s gonna be a long night for me and my kid, so it’s better if you just went home... Get some sleep, ya know? It’s late and you’re probably tired.”

You're choking back tears again. “But my backpack-”

“I’ll swing by to bring it to ya as soon as Jun unlocks the door, okay?”

He’s trying so hard to get rid of you without telling it directly to your face, and you don’t even have to be awfully clever to see it.

The pause you give him is excruciatingly long before you finally nod, head hanging down to hide the tears, despite that he can clearly see them drip onto the carpet. On the bright side, at least you have your phone, some change and keys in the pocket of your jacket downstairs.

On the down side, it also means that there’s nothing keeping you here anymore.

So, you go.

—

Months pass and they’re tough as shit. You don’t hear anything from Jun, nor are you in contact with her father ever since that dreadful night.

Your best friend - well, ex best friend - never replied to the texts you’ve sent her, nor did she answer your calls. After the third week of constantly spamming her inbox, you finally gave up trying to reach her. She never bothered either. In a way, you’ve expected it.

As for her father: he had swung by your apartment at nearly half past one in the morning that night, exactly like he’d promised he would, whilst looking completely stone-faced and slightly pale. 

Barely a few words were exchanged before he told you that it’d be better if you broke off whatever had managed to weave itself between you - that that dreadful, morally-wrong, disgusting thing needed to go. That it was better to forget about it, and just pretend like it had never even happened at all.

Before you could have even opened your mouth to give him an answer, he was already turning away, making his way down the staircase with stiff, long footsteps, and never once glancing back to look at you.

Standing by your door, holding the backpack he had just tossed into your cold hands and attempting to collect the million little pieces of your broken heart; you’ve come to realize that in a way, you’ve expected that to happen, too.

And because of it, it’s so much harder to act normal when you stumble into him in the local grocery store nearly half a year later.

You try to do as he had told you all those months ago. Try to hang your head low and pass by him like nothing ever happened at all, but it’s him, who extends his arm and rests his hand on the shelf beside you, so that he blocks your path. Him, who stops you from walking away, exactly like he should have done the first time. Him, who seems to be ready to initiate something again.

Seconds pass as the silence between you fills with chatter of other customers and the steady beeping noise that comes from one of the busy cashier stations. Truth be told, you are beginning to feel nauseous.

“Hey.” It’s all that he says. After six sucky months: Hey.

“Evening, Mr. Inuzuka.”

You can’t look him in the eye as you inwardly cringe at how formal and small you sound. The best you can do is his chest. The winter jacket he’s wearing looks thick and is dark grey in colour, but definitely does not look like it’d be a part of his police uniform. It seems that he’s not on the job. Just your luck.

You watch as his fingers tap against the shelf. The same fingers that had been in your mouth; inside your fucking cunt. The same fingers that had stroked your cheek and booped the tip of your nose. “How have you been?”

“Huh?” Your eyes are nearly ready to pop out of their sockets. “Sorry, what?”

Kiba chuckles awkwardly. “I asked how you’ve been?”

“Uh,” you just can’t stop blinking profusely - what the fuck, “I’ve-... I’ve been doin’ okay, Sir.”

“Nice.” He sounds like a fucking android.

“Yeah,” you say thickly. You aren’t any better.

Silence. “How’s college been treating ya?”

You offer a light shrug. “Eh… Same old, same old. I’m only here for the winter holidays, since my brother is in town as well.”

“Ah, fun.” He’s smiling down at you faintly, despite that you aren't brave enough to see it.

“Yeah.” Every second of silence seems to become an aeon of its own. Until: “Hey, uh… What about… What about Jun? Is she home for the winter holidays?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Kiba says, and now his voice seems to be just a little bit tenser; a little bit more honed than it was before. “The kid’s been, uh… She’s been staying with her mother as of late.”

For half a fucking year?

“Oh.” You force yourself to look at him now. To make eye contact. “I see.” 

“Yep.” The way he pops the ‘p’ is so childish and animated. So stupid. “Been thinkin' about getting a dog… To make the place feel less lonely.”

“Good idea.”

“You think so?” Why does he even ask for your opinion?

“Mhmm... You look like you'd be a dog person.” And why do you offer it, nonetheless?

You stare at each other, studying every facial feature the other owns. Dressed in big, bulky winter clothes; he seems even bigger than you remember him being. You try to fight the way it makes your mouth dry. The way it makes you yearn to unzip that jacket and just hide underneath it as he holds you close and conceals you from the big, bad world.

You can nearly bring back his scent to memory, even. Nearly taste the gloomy forest on the tip of your tongue and experience it filling up your lungs.

“Well,” you mumble at long last, holding your basket closer to your middle like a makeshift barrier of sorts, “I should probably get going.”

He doesn’t say anything as he watches you step to the side, shoulders pushing inwards to appear even smaller in your cute little coat and winter hat. The colourful gloves are making him want to grin so broadly that his face would start to hurt.

“Nice seeing you, Mr. Inuzuka.” Wasn’t he your daddy just a few months ago?

“Yeah… You too.” And you his sweet little girl?

Kiba had planned to let you go. To let you walk away after just that same, initial hey that he’s been mentally preparing himself to send you over text for the last two months, had been executed in person instead. To go home and stroke his dick with your panties and the memory of you, like he's some sad, pathetic loser. 

He seriously planned to do it. All of it.

But as he watches your doe-like eyes fall to the ground bashfully, and the way the corners of your lips tremble into that fucking pouty frown, he just can’t stop himself. Can’t stop himself from asking:

“Hey… Do you need a ride, perhaps?”

—

God fucking damn it. You’re back inside his home again.

But you can’t bring yourself to think about the consequences. Not when his head is between your legs just as it had been half a year ago, and his chestnut curls are tickling your inner thighs as he keeps eating you out like a man gone starved. 

You’ve came into his mouth twice already. Slick and drool dribbles down his chin, but all he does is keep swiping his tongue and sucking the very soul out of your body. He’s fucking your tiny hole with his mouth, as if he’ll never get to touch a woman again. It’s making you entirely lose the composure you’ve portrayed back inside the store. Better yet, the stupid thing flew right out the window, and up into the icy night sky the moment he had placed his hand on your thigh back in the car.

And only when you’re whining his name into that same, thick darkness of his bedroom; only when your legs are physically beginning to shake from the overstimulation as you’re begging him that enough is enough, does he finally stop.

However, he only stops for long enough to pick himself up and flip you onto your stomach. Because as soon as your face ends up sinking into the same pillow you’ve slept on half a year ago, and that cute, plump ass of yours pushes high into the air; he’s on you.

You’re nearly crying a high-pitched, pitiful sort of whimper as he fills up every fucking inch of that narrow space between your walls again; nearly losing brain cells at how harshly he starts to pound into you - nice and slow and fucking hard. 

His hand finds your own on top of the crumpled, sweat-soaked bed sheet. He squeezes it so intensely that your knuckles are ready to crack from the tenacious grip. It’s as if he’s making sure that you’re really there - moaning and cussing profanities underneath him.

He’s worse than an animal. And you’re barely keeping yourself together from how fast he’s tearing you apart. He just cares for you so much and this is his own peculiar way of showing it.

Neither of you says anything. You just let your bodies speak for themselves as you moan, and grunt, and groan, and pant. As you change so many positions that every inch of your skin is drowning in sweat and every muscle is hurting from being so stretched out and pulled taut.

And as you’re cumming for a third time, completely exhausted and absolutely demolished; watching him as he palms his dick in quick, fast-paced strokes of hand just above your stomach, you smile up at him - all bright and warm.

And it makes him want to fucking burst from joy.

Before you know it, his nose crinkles as he lets out that finishing, guttural groan of absolute, devoted pleasure just a moment before his eyes roll back in the same lazy manner his head tips backwards. And as he cums all over your belly, adorning you with his seed, only then do you realize what you’ve done.

Again.

He falls on top of you, pressing his weight against you and smearing the thick ropes of cum in-between your middles. You can hear him panting, can see his broad shoulders rise and fall as you run your fingers through his hair gently. It’s completely damp from sweat.

The silence between you is so heavy, but the tension eases when you feel him kissing up your throat carefully. Staring into the ceiling of his bedroom, counting your breaths before messing up and starting all over again; you start to wonder if Jun will ever forgive you.

Knowing her for so long; you doubt she will.

“Please don’t go,” Kiba’s whisper fills your ear as his hand finds your cheek, “I’m so sorry. I made a mistake all those months ago.”

But at least her father came around.

[oneforthemunny]

blue christmas |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a look at two very different christmases in eddie's life.

apart of munny's merriest masterlist which you can read here!

contains: sad!eddie. parent guilt. divorce. gina. mainly just very lonely christmas angst but some fluff at then end.

Fourteen Years Before

“Hey, have a good one, Munson!” Phil waved a gloved hand, locking the body shop for the night. “Have a Merry Christmas!” Even Christmas Eve held its fair share of wrecks, cars breaking down in the snow, plenty of business even on the holiday. 

“Yeah, you too!” Eddie waved back, hands shoved deep in his utility jacket, heavy and warm for the colder months. His hands fiddled around with the cigarette carton in his coat pocket, pulling out his keys with the cigarette, letting it hang from his lips as he slid into the truck. 

The roads were empty, cleared of any traffic on his way to his apartment. The twinkling lights in the yards, strung merrily and proudly for all to see mocked him, a dull reminder of what wasn’t waiting for him at home. 

Home. He used that term loosely. 

The apartments were cheap for a two bedroom, close to Brielle’s school and Eddie’s work. Gina had got the house in the divorce. Eddie didn’t want it, couldn’t afford it on his own after she’d cleared out what little he had. His thumb rubbed over his ring finger out of habit, meeting the calloused skin there instead of the gold band he wore for eight years. 

Eight years. Eight Christmases spent with Gina, with Brielle. They were far from perfect. He and Gina usually fought from Thanksgiving to New Years Eve, but at least he had a tree. At least it was decorated, and there were presents under the tree. 

At least he wasn’t alone. 

Eddie’s heart ached, a jabbing pain that spread through his chest, leaving his throat stinging with an uncomfortable burn. He knew the divorce was the right thing to do, when your seven year old asks Santa for her parents to stop fighting, it’s time. Still, he didn’t think it would hurt so badly, that it’d be this lonely.

That he’d miss it this badly. 

Maybe he should have toughed it out, should have ignored Gina so he wouldn’t be sitting here, in a pitifully empty apartment, in a deafening silence, nursing a beer on Christmas Eve. 

Eddie had put up a ‘tree’, a lighted spiral cone shape he found at a second hand store, after Brielle commented on his lack of decor. “You don’t like Christmas anymore?” 

She’d made him an ornament in art class, which he couldn’t hang on the spiraled lights of the tree, so he taped it on. She was happy with it regardless, grinning and telling him about how her art teacher let her make two. “Since you and mom are divorced.” Eddie’s stomach turned. There was something so sickening about hearing his little girl say those words in such a cheery tone. Made him feel like a complete sack of shit. 

Eddie looked at the clock on the stove, flashing bright, green numbers back at him. He worked later than expected, it was nearly eight, but knowing Brielle she was far from ready for bed- Santa's coming tonight. Eddie’s chest tightened at the thought- he was missing that. 

He grabbed the phone, punching in the numbers carefully, he knew them by heart. The phone rang, and rang. 

“Hello?” Gina’s huffy voice came over the other line. 

“Hey, Gina.” Eddie said awkwardly. “I, uh, I just got home. I was gonna talk to Brielle if she’s still up.” 

“Yeah, she’s still up.” Gina huffed, and he could practically see her eye roll, snarled lips. “You were supposed to call at seven.” 

“I know, I know. I just- I got busy at work. Had to stay overtime.” Eddie ran a hand down his face, knee bouncing. 

“Great. She’s gonna be even more wild now. She’s already losing her damn mind- Brielle, get out of your stocking or I’m throwing it away!” Gina pulled the phone away, shrilling. Eddie’s lips curled, hearing the cackle in the background, she was his daughter. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” Eddie started. 

“-Just, whatever. Don’t get her fucking wild, Eddie, I swear to God.” Gina snapped. The phone rustled. “Here.” Gina’s voice was muffled, before the phone settled. 

“Hello?” The little chirp on the other end had Eddie’s heart swelling. 

“Hi, Munchkin.” Eddie grinned softly, voice lilting higher. “Merry Christmas.” 

“It’s Daddy!” Brielle shrilled. “Hi, Daddy. Merry Christmas.” 

“Are you still up?” Eddie sighed softly. “You’re supposed to be asleep. Santa’s coming soon, Brie.” 

“I’ll sleep in a little bit.” Brielle huffed lightly, she sounded like her mother. “When are you comin’ home? I saved you one of the Snowman cookies before Santa eats them, and I have reindeer food to put on the roof. It has glitter in it this time so they can see better.” 

Eddie paused, words choked around the lump in his throat, heart sinking low into the pit of his stomach. 

“Daddy?” Brielle asked, pulling the phone back. “I think it got undone-” 

“-No, no, I’m here, Brielle.” Eddie’s voice was tight, hand pressed into his eyes. “Um, I-I’m not coming home tonight, remember?” A ragged breath shook out of his chest, and he hoped she didn’t hear it. “I’m coming to get you tomorrow afternoon, and we’re going to Grandpa’s.” 

“Oh,” Brielle’s tiny voice was filled with disappointment, it tore Eddie’s heart right out of his chest. “Even on Christmas?” 

“Yeah, baby. Even on Christmas. Remember me and mom told you, you’d get two Christmases. One with each of us.” Eddie tried to keep his voice steady. 

“But not together?” Brielle muttered, a complete turn around from her previous excited tone. 

“No, not together. I’m sorry, Brie.” Eddie pulled the phone away, taking a deep breath in to keep his emotions in. 

“That’s ok.” Her tone told him otherwise. 

“But I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? And you can tell me all about what Santa brought you, and then we’ll go to Grandpa’s and you’ll have even more gifts to open.” Eddie hoped his tone was convincing. 

“Ok.” Brielle muttered sadly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Daddy.” 

“Yeah, you will, I promise.” Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat, nose burning with tears. “Good night, Brie. Dream of those sugar plums, alright? Love you.” 

“G'night. Love you.” Brielle repeated solemnly. 

The phone rattled for a moment, Eddie clearing his throat lightly. The line settled for a moment and he waited for Gina’s voice. A harsh dial tone came instead. 

Eddie tried to ignore the hurt that pounded in his chest. He felt grimy, gross, and disappointed in himself. He felt alone, most of all. 

Shaky fingers punched the buttons on the phone, knee bouncing as he lit a cigarette, pulling the ashtray closer to him on the kitchen table. “Hello?” Steve Harrington’s accommodating tone came through the line, a loud screech of children’s laughter in the background. 

“Hey, Steve.” Eddie cringed at the shake in his tone, swallowing. “Sorry to bother you, I, uh, I just wanted to-” 

“-Daddy! One present, please?” 

“Yeah! Just one! One!”

“Hang on,” Steve huffed. “No, ok? Mom said no, and you know she’s the boss. You better stop, alright? It’s not too late to get on Santa’s bad list. I’ll call him right now and tell him to skip the Harrington residence-” 

“No!” A chorus of cries in the background made Eddie smile, his chest aching even more with an unfamiliar feeling. 

Tiny stampedes of feet cleared in the background. “Sorry, it’s a zoo over here, Ed.” Steve snorted lightly. 

“Yeah, no, I get it.” Eddie laughed lightly, stopping himself gently. “Well, actually, I don’t. That’s, uh, that’s actually why I was calling.” Eddie exhaled deeply, rubbing his forehead. “I, uh, I just called Brielle, and she’s-” 

“-Steven! I need help in here!” Nancy’s voice pierced through the phone, sharp even in the background. 

“Fuck. Hey, Ed, can I call you back? We’re trying to make cookies, and they’re decorating the baby.” Steve sighed. “I’m telling you, these kids are insane. I’m about to rip my hair out, and I still gotta make a fuckin’ dollhouse.” Steve’s voice dropped to a low whisper. 

“Yeah, no, I get it. Don’t worry about it, man.” Eddie felt his waterline flood. “Go be with your family.” 

“Alright, I gotta go. Merry Christmas, Munson.” Steve hummed over the line. 

“Merry Christmas.” Eddie muttered, the dial tone cutting him off again. 

He leaned back in the dining room chair, cigarette burning between his fingers. Alone.

Present

“Eddie!” You called, wrangling the squirming one year old in your arms, Delilah was determined to get to the shiny presents, squealing and cackling. She was just crawling, thankfully, toddling but not as sure, but she was fast. 

“Ed, get the phone!” You yelled, the trill of the landline Eddie still had around filled the house. Brielle in front of you, in pajamas that matched her little sisters, phone dangling from her grasps. 

“She’s gonna open a present tonight.” Brielle giggled, recording her sister happily. 

“Yeah, or tear the tree down.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “I told you a candy cane was too much.” You glared at Eddie playfully. He’d snuck her tastes of a candy cane earlier at your parent’s house, laughing at how her eyes lit up. 

Eddie grinned, snagging the phone off the hook. “Hello?” 

There was a silence, the tiniest hitch of a breath on the other line. Eddie frowned, looking down at the caller id. “Hello?” 

“Is Brielle there?” The huffy, snide of a tone that he’d know anywhere. Gina. Why she was calling him on Christmas Eve, he wasn’t exactly sure, but he had an idea that it was due to Brielle’s silent treatment towards her after Gina’s rage filled rant about Lilah’s birth.

“Hello, Gina. Merry Christmas to you.” Eddie clipped, eyes rolling. “Yeah, she’s here.” 

Gina paused, and Eddie could picture her even now, nails tapping against the table furiously, anxiously. “Well, can you- can I talk to her?” 

Eddie’s head turned, his gaze meeting Brielle’s. She shook her head, brows raised nearly in offense at the suggestion. “Uh, Gina, she-she’s kinda busy right now-” 

“-Right.” Gina scoffed, tone harsh but Eddie could hear it, the traces of hurt lingering in the defensiveness. “Guess she likes the child bride more than her actual mother-” 

“-Alright, Gina.” Eddie huffed. “You have a good one. Merry Christmas.” 

“Wait!” The shrill in her tone, desperate and alarming. 

Eddie waited, holding the phone back to his ear. Gina huffed, taking in a deep breath. “Can you… Can you talk to her?” Her voice was small, quiet. “Just-Just tell her I want to see her, and I have gifts for her, and-and,” There was a pause, a shaky breath. “Tell her I miss her and I love her?” 

Eddie’s chest ached for her sympathetically. He knew she deserved it, that Brielle was probably in the right with her cruelty. Still, Eddie sympathized with her. The bitter loneliness of being alone during the holidays. 

“Yeah, Gina. I can do that.” Eddie nodded slowly, his voice dropping. “I’ll, uh, I’ll tell her.” 

“Thanks.” The word was clipped, drowned in disdain and followed with a sniffle. 

“Have a Merry Christmas, Gina.” Eddie sighed softly, hanging up the phone with a final click. 

He turned back to the living room. You and Brielle were still desperately trying to distract Lilah from the shining ornaments with her toys, rattling and shaking them in front of her so she squealed, only to turn back to the tree. 

Eddie smiled, scooping up the baby, tossing her in the air gently so she screeched in laughter. “She’s never going to sleep.” You grinned warmly, starry eyed watching Eddie cuddle your baby. 

“Nah, she’ll sleep in a little bit.” Eddie shrugged, snuggling her close to his chest. Delilah turned into his touch, face pressing into his chest, rubbing her face sleepily into the soft cotton of his Christmas pajama shirt that matched with his girls. 

His brows shot up, grinning triumphantly. You snorted, rolling your eyes lightly. “Alright, Santa. What kind of cookies do you want?” 

“Whatever kind you wanna make me, bunny. ‘M not picky.” Eddie hummed, rocking Delilah against his chest gently. 

“I bought the Snowman sugar cookie ones.” Brielle smiled brightly. “I can make them.” 

Eddie’s chest filled with warmth, looking down at the tiny girl in his arms, heavy lids pulling shut with sleep, knuckling at them. The lights on the tree seemed brighter and brighter as the years passed. A real tree this time, filled with ornaments and memories hanging on the branches, room for more as the years went on.  

[oneforthemunny]

I will take an argument with literally any of them. break my heart pls (but not too bad bc I am not doing too great pls & ty)

my punching bag today will be older!eddie.

"Delilah, no." Eddie's voice was stern, steady and full of authority, stilling the toddler from her terrorizing tirade.

Her little lip jutting, eyes rounding like they always did when she'd get scolded. You cringed at her suck of breath, a warning that the wailing sob was nearing.

Your temples throbbed at the sound, a dramatic, crocodile teared wail, diving straight into your leg with a pitiful, teary cry. "Mama!" Delilah sobbed, dramatic as ever, you knew it. She was upset she'd been stopped from smacking the small vase off the coffee table.

"Can you just put it up?" You huff, cradling a sobbing Lilah to your shoulder, her cries fading with disinterest, distracted by something over your shoulder.

"She'll never learn." Eddie huffed, his own nerves grating with agitation. The same argument found it's way back to the two of you.

"Can't just give into her all the time."

"I'm not." You snapped, teeth grit in annoyance. "I just don't want her to get hurt. She could knock it over by accident, so just put it up."

Eddie's eye roll nearly sent you into a rage, body tensing, blood boiling at his scoff, putting the vase under the TV stand.

You waited until Lilah went to sleep that night to bring it up, angrily turning down the bed with a harsh shove. "You know, you don't have to be so condescending to me." You sneer. "I do know what I'm doing."

Eddie huffed and you could hear the eye roll in his sharp breath. "I never said you didn't-"

"-No, you just act like I don't. Like I can't possibly know what to do-"

"-When did I ever say that, hm? I never said that." Eddie growled, tone rising in irritation, fingers curling around the throw pillow, launching it in the corner of the room. "But you gotta teach her not to do shit like that. Can't just let her get away with murder."

"See?" You snap, throwing a hand out towards him. "This. This is what I'm talking about. That fucking condescending tone-"

"-Condescending? I'm not being condescending. I'm just telling you-"

"-You think I don't know? Do you seriously think I don't fucking know?" You tried to swallow the shrill in your voice, keep it down so Lilah wouldn't wake up. "I know that, Eddie. I was trying to give her a chance to make a choice. You can't just yell at her the whole time, she'll think everything she does is wrong-"

"-I didn't yell at her-"

"- Oh? You didn't? Explain to me what that was then?" Your hands find your hips, fingers digging into your cotton pajamas.

Eddie's lips twitched, pinching in a tight line. "You know I have done this before, right?" He countered. "I have raised a kid before. Did a pretty good job at it, too. I do know what I'm doing."

"So do I." You boomed, the room falling silent at your tone, filled with defensive insecurity.

Eddie's chest tightened, face falling slightly. The way your eyes cut away, lip tucking in to hide the wobble that threatened to fall, arms wrapped around yourself.

"I know what I'm doing too." The crack in your voice made his heart tear.

Eddie was unsure what to say, head swimming with panic, cursing himself for not seeing this sooner. After Lilah's birth, you'd fallen into a slump- baby blues, the doctor, Wayne, everyone had told him with a solemn but reassuring shake of their head.

"Honey," Eddie's voice softened, dropping to a nearly hushed, raspy coo. "I know you know what you're doing-"

"-So why do you talk to me like I don't?" You snap, eyes cutting with that same rage.

"I-I'm not trying to." Eddie was unsure. He didn't want to upset you any further. "But parenting is supposed to be both of us, baby-"

"-So you act like it first. Treat me like a parent for once, and not like I'm some stupid, incapable person." You huffed, snatching your pillow off the bed, stomping out of the room with a shaky huff, leaving Eddie standing with a sick, heavy feeling settled in the pit of is stomach.

[oneforthemunny]

older!dilf!eddie munson x reader masterlist

series:

yayo |part 1|

what is and what should never be |part 2|

clandestine meetings |part 3|

ain't no sunshine |part 4|

don't be cruel |part 5|

you make me feel so young |part 6|

don't feel the reaper |part 7|

under pressure |part 8|

you make loving fun |part 9|

everybody loves somebody |part 10|

take it to the end of the line |part 11|

like we've been before |part 12|

remastered series:

yayo (remastered) |part 1|

what is and what should never be (remastered) |part 2|

other works and extras:

bunny blurb

baby, i'm yours

funny bunny

rabbit food

what used to be mine

can't hurry love

blue christmas (munny's merriest work)

a roo and a boo (munny's spooky stories work)

older!eddie moodboard

bunny's moodboard

all lore and extras can be found here :)

[oneforthemunny]

like we've been before |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 12

prompt: the aftermath of the fall out. the follow up of the fight from part 11.

contains: 18 + MINORS DNI, angst, mentions of fighting, fluff, language, make up sex lmao. oral male rec, p in v sex.

It had been three days of no contact. Even with Eddie, who could barely work his phone on a good day, that was a lot. No phone calls, no sweet texts, and he hadn't showed up to your apartment.

You'd had your own moment of weakness last night, sending him a tearful apology text, ramblings about your own stupidity, your own lapse of judgement, sealing it with an "I love you".

Eddie didn't respond.

You'd shown a movie all day, brain too scrambled to teach fractions to first graders today. They'd been content with Ms. Frizzle's adventures enough to get you through the day. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably, gathering your things for the day. You weren't entirely sure what came over you, but you drove to Eddie's home.

You knew Brielle was with Gina tonight, that Eddie got off work early on Monday's. Usually the start of the week was spent with you, wrapped under sheets, squealing giggles in the kitchen while he'd dance you around. You hoped you'd get back to that. That your one moment of weakness wouldn't ruin everything you'd built together. You were happy with Eddie, happier than you ever thought imaginable. You didn't want this to end, not ever, but certainly not like this.

Eddie's truck was under the car port, the small glow of the kitchen light on. You could picture him, hair pulled back, groaning when he'd bend down to get a pan, knees creaking.

Shaky legs brought you up the pebbled sidewalk. Normally, you'd just use your key, go in through the side door, but it felt wrong to do that now. You smoothed your hands down your skirt, pulling the glass door to knock on the white wooden door.

It opened before you could knock, hand lifted midair, eyes wide when you came face to face with those beautiful brown eyes. Eddie looked just as shocked to see you, keys in his hand, readers shoved up on his head as a makeshift headband. You wondered if he even knew he had them up there.

"Hey." You squeaked, taking a step back.

Eddie looked at you, stepping back to stand in his own doorway. "Hey, bunny." He greeted. No dimpled grin or warm smile. He didn't grab the glass door from you, nodding at you to come inside. Instead, he just watched you, carefully, eyes scanning over your frame.

"I, uh, I-I'm sorry." You blushed, sudden embarrassment and dread rising out of your chest, choking you. This was a mistake. "I-I didn't mean to... Don't let me keep you from where you're going. 'm sorry." You breathed slowly, head ducking to hide your quivering lip.

"Hold on," Eddie's hand grabbed yours slowly, the familiar calloused hands in yours that had your heart skipping a beat, breath catching. "I was... I was on my way to come see you, actually."

"You...You were?" You asked hopefully, eyes rounding to meet his.

Eddie nodded, short bobs, lips pressing together. "Yeah." He muttered, hand leaving yours to catch the glass door, pushing it off your shoulder. "Why don't you come in?"

It felt too formal to be you two, but you savored the invitation anyways. Your tummy twisted, bundles of nerves that left your knees tightening with every step.

It was silent, too quiet for your own comfort, hands wringing before you. "Do you want anything to drink or-"

"I'm so sorry." You heaved, turning to meet Eddie's soft gaze. You bit your own lip, trying to keep the burn of tears down, the guilt bubbling in your chest, thick and suffocating. "Eddie, I-I'm so sorry."

Eddie sighed, soft, his face falling gently, breathily saying your name, soft and a little defeated.

"No, it's all my fault, and-and I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. That was so fucked up, and-and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Eddie." Your vision clouded with tears, blinking down your cheeks that you tried to wipe and hide.

"I-I didn't think about Gina or-or her taking Brielle away, and I just didn't think. I wanted Brielle to like me, and that's stupid, I know, and it's not an excuse. There's no excuse for it, really. I just... I'm sorry." You rambled, shaky breaths that left your voice wobbly, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand.

Eddie stayed silent, unmoving from his place. You shuddered, sniffling hard and wet. "I-I get if you don't w-want to see me anymore. I just... I wanted to let you know I'm really sorry." Your jaw clenched at the words, burning with tears.

"Hey," Eddie said quietly, reaching out for you. You could feel his hands on your arms, hesitating, before you pulled you into his chest. The woody smell of his cologne mixed with the smoke of the cigarette he'd smoked on his way home. You clung to him, fisting the soft cotton of his shirt, stuttering breaths that heaved out of your chest.

"I'm sorry." You blabbered into his shirt, burying your face in the soft fabric. "I'm so sorry."

"I know." Eddie muttered, slow and soothing, a hand smoothing down your spine softly, swaying you against him. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't... I shouldn't have yelled at you or been so mean."

You pulled back, shaking your own head. "No, Ed, this is my fault. You don't need to apologize at all-"

"-But I do." Eddie nodded firmly. "I was angry and I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, even if I was. I know it wasn't entirely your fault. Brielle told me what she said to you, and... that wasn't fair to you at all. She'll be apologizing to you the next time she sees you too."

You shook your head, lips parting in protest before Eddie's hands were on either side of your head. "I'm sorry." He muttered, nose touching your own tear soaked nose, rubbing it gently. "I missed you."

"I missed you." You croaked, a shuddering breath catching in your throat, lashes still wet, fists still balled on his own shirt.

"And I love you too." Eddie's thumb stroked over your cheek bone, catching a straggling tear falling. "I got your text this morning, and I... I wanted to tell you in person."

You smiled, lips still wobbling, heart bursting in your chest. You pulled him closer to you, his own lips barely brushing over yours, scruff of his beard tickling your lip. "I love you, and I'm sorry."

"I love you too." You whispered, head tilting to slot over his own mouth, letting him claim you, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your lips, his hands moving to cradle your cheeks sweetly.

"And I really did miss you so," You pressed a kiss to the corner of his prickly jaw. "So," Lips gliding and hovering down his neck, towards the pulse point there, teeth grazing the spot you knew brought him to his knees. "Much."

Eddie groaned, head tipping back further for your mouth to explore, groaning when you sucked the spot there, lazy and needy. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you closer to his chest, eyes closed letting you work him.

"Fuck, baby," Eddie groaned, that low rasp in his voice that made your knees buckle. "Feels so good."

"Let me take care of you." You muttered, trailing kisses down his neck, following the vein that protruded to his inked collar bones, hands sliding up under his shirt. You felt his belly, soft and warm, fingers scraping up his happy trail.

Eddie sighed, contently, eyes fluttering shut. "Think I'm supposed to take care of you, baby." He muttered.

You shook your head, fingers gripping the hem of his shirt. "Let me. Please." You pleaded, eyes rounding up at him.

He hesitated for a moment, and you knew this was new to him. Getting taken care of instead of constantly taking care of others. You just wanted to spoil him, the way he always spoiled you, he deserved it.

"Let me make you feel good." You whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. His knees buckled, cock throbbing at the thought, so he let you push him back on the sofa, gently.

Dropping to your knees in front of him, you took your time getting him out of his sweatpants. Spitting in your own hand to pump him slowly, Eddie was so sure he was going to pass out right then and there. Then when you wrapped your mouth around him, hot and wet, flicking your tongue over the head before swallowing him, his fingers dug into the couch, trying to still his hips from plummeting his cock further down your throat.

Your head moved in a slow bob, his hands finding your hair easily, threading through your locks, pulling at the scalp. "Fuck! Oh fuck, just like that." Eddie hissed, a pleasure filled groan that had his hips rising.

You gagged when he shoved himself further, his hands gripping on your hair, muttering apologies to you when you pulled back. "Sorry," You grinned sheepishly, waterline glistening gently.

Eddie lifted a brow, eyes half lidded when he looked down at you. "Don't apologize for that. My fault." He muttered, thumb swiping under your eye softly. "Felt fucking amazing, bunny."

You blushed, pressing a soft kiss up and down his shaft, cupping his sac with your free hand, thumb gliding down the seam to make him moan. Your thighs pressed at the sound, so pretty and he was making them all for you.

You let yourself take Eddie back into your mouth, inching him further and further until you gagged, the vibrations making his toes curl, fingers tighten in your hair.

"Wait, wait, wait," Eddie muttered, pulling you back gently. Your eyes batted up at him curiously, frowning gently.

"Something wrong?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, still gripping his cock in your hand.

"No, fuck no." Eddie laughed gently. "Feels so fucking good, but I'm close. Wanna be inside you when I cum, baby."

You flushed, his hands finding your cheeks easily, pulling you up into his lap. His lips moved to yours, pinning you on the couch beneath him. Hands moving towards your skirt, shimmying it down your body, lips on yours, on your jaw, on your neck.

"Oh! Fuck, that feels good, Ed." You groaned, his lips sucking a deep bruise into your neck, thumb circling your clit. You'd have to cover it up tomorrow, but it was worth waking up a little earlier to do. It just felt too fucking good to have him stop.

Eddie nipped at the crook of your neck, your legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer, while he slid a hand beneath you to pull at your bra. "I've missed this." Eddie muttered into your flushed skin. "Missed you."

"God, I've fucking miss you." You whined, head tipping back into the couch, clawing at the cushions with every slow circling of his thumb around your clit.

His lips moved down your sternum, heading towards your aching core before you stopped him. "I just... Ed, I need you inside of me." You pushed yourself up, straddling him easily, legs on either side of his hips.

Eddie grinned, hands finding the fat of your hips, the swell of your ass, squeezing the plush skin there. You grind against him, moving his cock to swipe between your sopping folds, barely giving him the time to tease you for how wet you were before you were sinking down on his length, sitting on his cock fully.

Eddie's stuttered breaths, catching in his throat, hands squeezing your ass had you clenching hard around him, rocking back and forth to adjust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good, bunny." Eddie muttered, letting his head fall back against the cushions when you slowly raised, riding him slow, just how he liked it.

Your hips swiveled against his, a rise and fall that had him singing your praises. "Ride me, baby. Just like that. Bounce all over me, my little fucking bunny goddam look at you. Just- oh shit- Just like that." Eddie rasped, eyes dark and peering into yours.

Your nails dug into his shoulders for purchase, already feeling yourself becoming sloppy. "Bounce all over my cock for me. You're going so good, aren't you? Just so good to me."

"So good." You parroted breathlessly, throwing your own head back, his hand moving to your clit easily. "Fuck! Ed, keep- that, do that, please."

Eddie smirked lazily, half lidded eyes looking at you, watching how you bit you lip then moving down to see his cock disappear inside of you with every rise and fall of your hips. His abs clenched, biting his own lip to keep himself from cumming right there.

He could feel your movements stutter, getting sloppier with every ministration of his thumb on your sensitive nub. Eddie moved his free hand from your hip to your nipples, pinching and rolling your left tit softly.

You gasped, back arching and nails digging into his skin. You flooded over his cock, practically sitting on his cock while your pussy spasmed around him, walls fluttering, forehead falling to his chest.

Eddie grinned, pulling you onto the couch so you were on your tummy, pushing your knees up. "I'm close, baby. Let me finish real quick." He muttered, pushing himself back into you.

He fucked you, ass up, your face pressed into the cushions, still foggy and sensitive with every mind numbing snap of his hips against your ass until he was spilling inside of you. Long, deep strokes while you milked him, barely registering the muttering praises he pressed into your sweat licked skin.

Eddie stayed inside of you longer than he should have, eyes closed, forehead pressed against your shoulders. He knew his back would start to hurt from the cramped position, but he willed those thoughts away. For now, he just wanted to feel you, every part of you. How you breathed, how you felt around him, under him, every part of you.

It was true, he had missed you.

Not even just the sex. He missed having you with him, sweet smiles and tiny shared giggled. He missed having you in the kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt, hair still mussed from his fingers, sitting on the counter while he cooked for you.

You'd laugh at him over your own glass of wine- moscato, he'd remembered you liked the sweet stuff- lips tugging in a sweet grin when he'd point the stirring spoon at you playfully. "Who sings this song, hm, missy?" He'd tease you, the radio on the window sill humming lightly with some song from when he was young.

"Metallica?" You'd shrug sweetly.

Eddie huffed playfully, stirring the pasta on the stove. "Lucky guess." He winked at you. "Not like you've guessed that for every single one so far."

You laughed, leaning back into the dark wood cabinets. "Well, it's all you listen to!"

"It's not all listen to." Eddie rolled his eyes playfully.

You looked down at your shirt, a faded band tee soft with wear, tears on the seams at the bottom. "You're right. Could've been... what does this say? Die?"

Eddie chuckled, grabbing the strainer. "Dio, baby." He looked over his shoulder at you. "Don't tell me you don't know them."

"Fine, I won't." You quipped, grinning into your glass at his shocked expression.

"You've got to be cultured, bunny. Can't believe this. Hold on," Eddie turned, muting the radio with a switch. "Alexia-"

You howled in laughter. "-Alexa, Ed."

"Whatever. Alexa," The machine lit up with a blue ring at his command. "Play Dio."

The machine repeated back to him before the electric guitar's riff sounded through the speakers, a low hum that had Eddie turning the wooden spoon into a makeshift guitar. You laughed, letting him 'play' for you, singing the words to you, while he drained the pasta.

You had really fucking missed him.

[oneforthemunny]

take it to the end of the line |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 11

prompt: a guilt trip, a lapse of judgement, a blow up. or you and eddie's first fight.

contains: age gap relationship. eddie is 42 and reader is 26. angst. make up will be in part 2 of this but angst for now :(

"Why would you do this?"

Eddie's eyes were hard, cold, stern, an unfamiliar look to you. Normally he looked at you with nothing short of adoration. Even when he was frustrated with you, his muddy eyes always held a flicker of light. Not now.

He was furious. You couldn't blame him. You would be mad too given the circumstances.

"Ed, please, I just-"

"You put my daughter in danger." Eddie's voice was cold and cutting, brows furrowing so deep, eyes sharp and boring right through you, slicing you down the middle and leaving you shivering and exposed.

"I didn't-"

"You did." Eddie hisses, jaw flexing. The vein on his neck stood prominent, protruding against his reddened neck and chest. There was no room for argument with his tone, it was final.

"Eddie, please, just-just..." Your lip wobbled. Taking a cleansing breath to keep that familiar burn from rising in your chest, you looked at him, pleading and pitiful. "I swear I didn't... I just wanted Brielle to-to like me." You admitted with a shuddering breath.

Eddie didn't falter, face staying ever stoic and hard. "Like you?" He asked, unbothered by your cringe at his tone. "You wanted Brielle to like you, so you deliberately went against something I said no to, and took her two hours away and put her in danger?"

Your stomach twisted and dropped in uncomfortable guilt. When he put it like that, it sounded so bad.

It wasn't that bad, really.

Well, maybe it was.

Brielle and Madeline had came to you three days ago, begging you to take them to a concert in Indianapolis. Some Indie band playing at a hole in the wall bar, and they needed an adult to take them. Eddie had said no, of course, a bar and a band and his underage daughter was not mixing. It was Eddie's weekend so Gina couldn't save Brielle either.

"Please, it would be cool of you." Brielle pleaded alongside your own little sister. "You know my dad will listen to you. He totally won't care that we went. He doesn't even have to know."

"Yeah, c'mon, you fuckin' owe us." Madeline added, giving you a less than impressed pointed look, one only a little sister could produce. "You're banging' Brie's dad. You put a strain on our friendship. This is us bonding, you have to help us."

You rolled your eyes because you knew she was just being dramatic, a little shit like she'd always been. Yet you worried that her statement held some truth, disguised under sarcastic, dramatic tones and eye rolls, you were with Eddie and it had shifted their relationship. You held some regret about that, some anxieties that appeared every time Brielle would cut her eyes at you.

You held so much anxiety about it, that you opted to take them. Declaring it a girl's day- a bonding night at your apartment to Eddie. You felt nauseous with guilt at how excited he had been, eyes lighting up and dimples deep in a grin when Brielle bobbed her head in excitement.

Then, Friday came around, and you were taking the girls to Indianapolis to some sketchy club you would never go to alone, watching as the bouncer at the door didn't even check IDs. It was noisy, smoky, and they served to everyone. You had drawn the line at them drinking, knowing Eddie and your own parents would have you six foot under if they found out. If. You clung to that if, praying things would go your way.

It never did.

Your cell phone buzzed, Eddie's name flashing across the screen, your face dropping slightly. You decided to decline, texting him something about 'it's a girls night! brie says no boys allowed lol!'.

You were smug in your cleverness over your boyfriend. He'd be none the wiser, then it rang again. You let it ring. Again. You let it go to voicemail, tummy twisting in knots.

From: Eddie

'I'm at your apartment now. Where r u?'

Your heart plummeted, hands shaking when you scrambled for the phone. You scanned the audience, finding the two girls easily near the front, dragging them out frantically.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dad's gonna kill me, oh my god." Brielle whined, looking down at her own phone to see a string of calls from her father and mother.

Your hands shook, unlocking the door to let the girls in, before standing outside the car to call Eddie.

He was angry, furious, fuming at you. Voice dripping in venom and anger through the line. He yelled at you. Eddie never yelled at you.

"Eddie, I-I was with them!" You tried, throwing your hands out in exasperation. You were scrambling for reason here, to sway him, a scrap of some understanding or a glimmer of his usual affection.

Eddie's brows shot up in challenge. "I wasn't going to let anything happen to them, ok? That's why I went with them!"

"That was fuckin' careless."

"No," You shot back. "If I was careless, I would've just made the lie, and let them go by themselves. Let them buy alcohol when we got there, or-"

Eddie's hand slammed down on the coffee table in front of the two of you, the wood shaking and smack echoing into the room. You jumped, wide eyed with a small gasp looking up at him.

Eddie stood, pinching the bridge of his nose, breathing in slow, letting it out in shaky, harsh puffs. "You need to leave." Eddie gritted.

Your heart plummeted. "W-What?"

"You need to leave." Eddie hissed, eyes flashing at you with so much anger it made your heart drop. "Leave. Now. I don't want to see you right fucking now. I'm gonna say some shit I regret."

Your lip wobbled, stammering around broken breaths and words. "Eddie, please, I-I really didn't-"

"Brielle is not your child, ok?" Eddie roared. "That was not your call to make whether it was ok or not. That is my child, and you are my girlfriend. I said no, and you fuckin' disrespected me. You hurt me. Me." He shoved a finger into his chest, eyes wild and electric when they scorched down at you.

You were frozen in spot, stammering and sputtering for words, chilled from his icy, mean tone. "I already went through this shit with Gina, and I'm not going through that again." Eddie snapped. "I thought you'd actually care about me-"

"-Don't say that." Your voice cracked, head shaking furiously. "I do care about you, Eddie. I'm sorry. I just, I wanted Brielle to-"

"I don't give a shit if you wanted Brielle to like you or not." Eddie growled. "You shouldn't be trying to get Brielle to like you at the expense of disrespecting me. Putting my baby in danger. I mean, fuck, what if Gina found out?" Eddie roared, throwing his hand out.

"Do you realize what she'd do to me? She'd take my ass to court and say I let my girlfriend take my underage daughter to a bar and-and she'd get Brielle taken away from me." Eddie's face crumbled, brows furrowing and lips pressing together to keep himself from wavering.

Your heart shattered, breaking and sinking deep into the pit of your tummy. You hadn't thought of that, truthfully.

"I-I'm so, so sorry." You shuddered out in a quiet whisper, tears streaming down you cheeks, dripping under your chin and down to your lap.

Eddie looked at you, eyes glassy and red rimmed of his own. He looked so upset, so hurt. You felt sick.

"You need to leave." Eddie said firmly, jaw locking and shoulders rolling to straighten his posture. "I can't... I need some time to cool off."

Some time. It was a haunting ring in your ears that left you dizzy, overwhelmed with fear and dread and guilt.

You nodded, swallowing to hold back your own tears. Shaky hands reached for your purse, walking to the door on numb legs. Eddie still held the door open for you, still walked you to the porch. The gesture made you sob, a strangled cry ripping from your throat.

"Eddie, I-I really am so sorry. Really." You sniffled, turning to him before you got into your car.

Eddie nodded, curtly but didn't speak. Didn't tell you to drive safe or that he loved you. Didn't tap on the window and point for you to roll it down, before leaning in to smooch you sloppy and sweet, your head pressed back into the head rest.

Not this time.

Eddie simply crossed his arms over his chest, not aggressive but protective, shielding himself from you. You crumbled, a shaky, pathetic sob breaking through you while you slammed the door.

You couldn't see, vision clouded with tears, but you couldn't sit there and watch Eddie look at you, so sad and hurt, knowing you were to blame. You and your stupid actions. You parked on the next street over, sobbing angrily, fists slamming and punching the wheel while you screamed, hurt and angry. Anguished cries and screams that ripped through your body, racking your frame with hard sobs until you were hiccuping.

You'd hurt Eddie.

He'd compared you to Gina... Gina. You felt physically ill at the revelation, shaking your head before starting on the main road. Your heart felt heavy, stomach a pit of knots and nerves. You knew you'd fucked up. You knew it was over, and the worse part is you had no one to blame but yourself. No, this time it wasn't him, wasn't another girl, wasn't communication issues, or Gina, or distance, or even the age. There was no excuses you could use this time, no face to save, because this was all on you.

This was all your fault.

[oneforthemunny]

you make loving fun |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 9

prompt: after a long week, eddie is exhausted. you come over to help him unwind.

reader is 26 and Eddie is 42. age gap relationship, but everything is consensual.

eddie edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple thank you love <3

contains: age gap, older!dilf!Eddie, angsty, mentions of trauma (relationship, parent), dad guilt, relationship guilt, Eddie is a little insecure and vulnerable in this, language, p in v sex at the end. minors dni

Eddie was exhausted.

The kind of exhausted that had him collapsing on the couch when he got home, staring at the blank TV screen, still in his work coveralls covered in grease and oil. Nothing played on the screen, the remote situated in Eddie's stained hands, but he couldn't bring himself to turn it on, simply staring straight ahead.

The past few days had been hard. Eddie had been working overtime at the shop, two of his guys had come down with the flu, and the icy roads brought in more cars than he could handle.

To make thing worse, Brielle was furious at him. After he'd come home the night before, bones aching and heavy, all he'd wanted was to relax. His plans quickly turned when Brielle came to him, sheepishly holding a slip that needed to be signed. A detention slip.

Eddie had snapped, he knew he shouldn't have but he did. Tired and agitated that Brielle had left the school's campus again.

"Daddy, I just went to get lunch!" She whined, a high pitched shrill that had him wincing, shutting his eyes and rubbing his temple.

"Brielle, you're not supposed to leave-"

"Well, maybe if you'd actually grocery shop, I would have lunch to eat, and I wouldn't have to leave!" Brielle snapped, hateful and mean.

Eddie knew she didn't mean it. That she was just trying to deflect and pin the blame elsewhere (a manipulative tactic she'd unfortunately inherited from Gina), but it didn't make him feel any less horrible. He had forgotten to go grocery shopping, again. He'd meant to go, but he'd been so busy.

Guilt filled his chest, heavy and suffocating, embarrassment and anger- at himself, mainly- flooded his veins. Eddie had screamed at her in frustration, demanding she go to her room, that she wasn't to leave for the night. The night ended with crying, hurling hateful words, and slamming doors.

Eddie held his head in his hands, smoking his cigarettes furiously out on the porch. He felt his stomach churn. He hated yelling at Brielle, prided himself in rarely ever loosing his cool like that. Every time he did, he felt horrible.

He felt like his dad.

Gina's biting tone from years before, when they were still married always rang through his head, haunting him and leaving his mind spiraling. "You scream at her and act just like your dad did!" She'd barked at him, one particularly nasty fight. "And when she wants nothing to do with you, Eddie, just like you want nothing to do with him, you'll have no one to blame but yourself!"

Eddie had felt sick, sobbing and crumbling in front of her, not for the first time. Gina hadn't even met his father, didn't know anything about him other than what Eddie had told her. When he'd rambled, spilling his anxieties about being a good father, not wanting to be like his dad. She had cooed at him, sickly sweet smile assuring him he'd be nothing like him, just for her to always use it against him. Hit him in his weakest spots.

Eddie wished he'd never told her that.

Eddie hadn't slept all night. When he'd gone to talk to Brielle, she was asleep, her tear stained cheeks didn't make him feel any better. Guilt and nerves wracked his chest, keeping him tossing and turning all night.

By the time the morning came, Brielle was gone to school and not coming home until Monday night from Gina's. Eddie had sent her a text, telling her to have a good day and he that loved her. She'd only replied with a cold and short, 'you too'.

Eddie went through the whole day, mind racing and keeping him distracted. He went through every 'what if', beat himself up, convincing himself Brielle would hate him forever.

On top of it all, his back was aching. Shooting pains that had him grunting and wincing with every step, and he couldn't find his medicine. He needed to go back to the doctor before he hurt himself further, but they'd want him to take time off- take it easy. He didn't have time for that.

The doorbell chimed through the silent house, making him jump, eyes snapping forward. Eddie groaned when he stood up, pain setting back into his lower spine as he shuffled to the door.

You stood there, looking as beautiful as ever in your little slip dress that had Eddie grinning. "Hey, baby," You chirped, stepping forward to press a kiss to him. "D'ya just get home?"

Eddie nodded, one hand still on his spine and other holding onto the door. You cocked your head to the side. "Long day?" You asked, he nodded again, long sigh out of his nose. You frowned. "D'ya still wanna go out?"

Eddie's face fell, blinking as he looked down at you. He groaned, leaning his head against the door. "Fuck, baby, I'm-" He shook his head. "'M so sorry. I-I completely forgot."

You watched the way he winced, like he expected you to yell, scream, berate him. Instead you furrowed your brows, concern lacing your features. "That's alright, honey, we can go another time." You hummed, thumb padding across his cheek. "You feelin' ok? You look..."

"Like shit?" Eddie scoffed.

"Tired." You said, cupping his cheek.

Eddie nodded, deep breath that had your eyes flashing to his carefully. "I am." He admitted softly. "'M real sorry, baby. I-I can go get ready real quick, just let me shower and take my meds-"

"Eddie," You said firmly, giving him a stern stare, hands on your hips like you gave your classroom when they were talking during a lesson. You ran a hand down his arm, tense under the touch. "Let's just stay in tonight. Take it easy, you need to."

Eddie hesitated, lips pressing together, eyes furiously reading your expression for any signs that you were upset. You grabbed his arm, stepping into the house. "C'mon, I can order us pizza. Where do you want?" You asked, moving into the kitchen, slipping your heels off and kicking them into the corner.

Eddie watched you, carefully, shutting the door. He moved into the kitchen, hand still cradling his lower back. "We don't have to get pizza if you don't want. Just let me know where you'd like. Anywhere, I can-" You looked up at him, forehead furrowing when you saw him. "Honey, is your back actin' up again?"

Eddie's face flushed in embarrassment. He knew you didn't care that he was older, and that his back had been hurting since his mid-thirties, but it still hurt his ego a little, knowing he showed signs of aging in that way. Wear and tear that could slow him up from time to time.

Eddie shook his head, and you tutted at him, spinning around to the medicine cabinet, fingers thumbing through the bottles until you found the orange bottle you were looking for. Twisting the lid, you popped two pills into your hand, reaching into the fridge for a water.

"Eddie, you've got to take your medicine when your back starts hurting." You sighed, shutting the fridge with your hip. "Before it gets bad like this."

You handed them to him, watching him toss them back before you handed him the water. He was quiet, cautious. You sighed softly, hand running over his cheek.

"How about I run you a bath? That way you don't have to put as much strain on your back, ok?" You suggested, swiping at his curly bangs. Your hands moved down his body, gently massaging each kink and knot you felt through his scratchy, thick coveralls.

"You don't..." Eddie shook his head, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He wasn't sure why you were being like this, so caring and kind for him. He felt guilty. He'd forgotten your date and now was making you dote on him.

"Bunny, I can just shower, and we can still go out." Eddie insisted, quickly, forcing a smile but his eyes crinkling when he moved betrayed him.

You frowned at him. "Eddie," You warned, lifting a brow. "You need to rest." You poked his chest gently. "I can feel your stress from over here." You teased.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. "'M fine, I promise." He said softly. "I really feel better already. Just give me thirty minutes, and I'll-"

You held up your hand to him. "Eddie, I'm not listening to you." You said, glaring at him. "I'm not listening to anything else unless it's what you want me to order, and where you keep your bubble bath stuff."

Twenty minutes later you'd called in the pizza, filling up the tub with warm water that steamed and rose to your face, warming your cheeks. You poured in the lavender scented bubble wash, stirring for hand through the water.

Eddie watched you from the doorway. You'd asked commanded him to take his work clothes off, making a mental note to treat the stains in them before they settled in worse.

"I think it's ready." You grinned, wiping your hand on your t-shirt you changed in to. It was Eddie's, but it was your favorite one. Soft and from his youth, from when he'd seen Ozzy in concert in '91.

Eddie hummed, shuffling over to you without much protest. As much as he wanted to, the water did look inviting. The candles you'd lit adding more comforting ambience to the mood.

"You gonna get in with me?" Eddie asked, a wicked, suggestive grin on his face.

You giggled, shaking your head. "Someone's gotta get the pizza." You said, rubbing his bare leg when he dropped his boxers, stepping into the tub with a groan. "But I'll stay with you. Keep you company if you want."

Eddie nodded, sinking into the water. "Please." He sighed, feeling the hot water soothe his muscles, stretching out into the tub. It was a little tight with his long limbs, but it felt nice, deep enough to cover him.

You rolled a hand towel, lifting his head so he could rest on it, a makeshift bath pillow. You made a mental note to order him one, a little gift for him since he was always giving you ones.

Eddie muttered a thank you, eyes fluttering close as the warmth of the water wrapped around him. You smiled, heart warming at seeing him like this. You liked taking care of him. He always took such good care of you, and you liked returning the favor.

"So," You said softly, stroking a wet curl behind his ear. "What happened?"

Eddie sighed, long and tired, out his nose, his eyes still shut. "How long you got?" He teased, edge of his lips curling up softly into a smile.

He told you about work, how stressful it had been, how he'd managed to tweak his back. You ran your hand through his hair, smiling when he leaned into your touch. Your head propped in your hand when he talked about Brielle, sympathetically pouting with him.

"...I just," Eddie sighed, frustrated. "I don't like yelling at her like that, ya know?" His eyes opened, looking at you carefully.

You nodded, fingers skating over his muscles. His shoulders tensed when he talked about it. "I don't want her to hate me, ya know?" He sighed. "I'm always the one who has to get onto her, though. Gina won't ever. I'm always the bad guy."

Your heart fell, anger rising and bubbling in your chest at the mention of Eddie's ex-wife. Of course she painted Eddie out to be the bad guy, you don't know why you thought she might have the decency to not do that to their child.

"You're not the bad guy," You mumbled softly. "You're a dad. You're parenting her."

Eddie scoffed lightly, looking down at his hands in the water. "Yeah, and I'm not good at it." He muttered. "Brie wouldn't even talk to me today." Eddie paused, lip starting to tremble. He tightened them quickly before you could see.

"I don't want her to hate me." He admitted, eyes shining when he looked up at you. Your breath caught gently. You'd never seen him like this, vulnerable. "I just... I wanna be a good dad, and I don't... I don't want to fuck her up. Like my dad did."

Your heart crumbled, sinking and aching in your chest. "Eddie," You cooed gently, cupping his cheek. "Baby, you're so good to her. She loves you, Eddie."

Eddie shook his head. "Eddie, yes," You insisted, firmly. "Why do you think she's over here all the time? She's a teenager, they're really stupid. I was one not that long ago, believe me." You cringed slightly at the wording, blushing when he raised a brow at you.

"I mean, whatever, you know what I mean." You giggled. "You take such good care of her. You take such good care of me, and everybody else."

"I don't." Eddie grumbled.

Your brows furrowed, pulling your hand away and fixing him with a stern glare. "Stop saying that. Who's put this in your head, Eddie?" You asked, firm but gentle, heart aching at the way his eyes softened sadly. You had your answer.

"Eddie, you're a good dad, a good boyfriend, a good man. You're good." You said, sincerely.

Eddie clenched his jaw, fighting the emotions bubbling in his chest and creeping up his throat. He wouldn't cry in front of you, he couldn't let himself. But you could tell how much it meant to him, especially when he reached his soapy hand out, intertwining his fingers in yours and giving you a squeeze.

"You're good," Eddie repeated, eyes shining at you. "Too good to me, bunny. Y'didn't have to do all this for me."

You smiled, leaning forward to kiss him sweetly, gently. "I'm happy to." You grinned, your nose still on his. "I kinda like gettin' to take care of you like this." You admitted, a blush dusting your cheeks.

Eddie scoffed. "'M supposed to be takin' care of you, baby."

You smiled. "You do." You said, hand stroking down his cheek.

Eddie stayed in the bath until the pizza arrived, fingers shriveled and pruned, but he felt better. Soothed from the inside out, his back pain minimizing to a dull ache.

You two sat on the couch, cuddled together eating pizza, watching some movie Eddie had never seen before. A rom-com that when he told you that, you gawked at him in disbelief.

You'd managed to get Eddie into the bed early, with the promise of a massage. You straddled him, hands working over his tight and sore muscles while he groaned, muttering underneath you about how good it felt.

The night took a turn you didn't expect, but you didn't reject. Eddie on his back, hand gripping your waist while you rode him, slow and passionate. You leaned down, hands on his shoulders, your chest on his.

Eddie groaned in your ear, feeling you clench around him, your lips working on his neck, at the spot right under his ear that had his toes curling.

"Easy, baby," You cooed when he clenched beneath you. "You don't wanna- oh fuck- hurt your back." You whined breathlessly.

"Keep going," Eddie growled, hands gripping the meat of your ass. "Don't stop. 'M so close."

You felt yourself clench, stuttering your movements while you chased your own orgasm. Eddie was twitching in you, balls drawn up tight, he was close.

You pulled off him slowly, lewd squelch filling the room. You ignored his whines of protest, an evil glint in your eyes when you crawled down his body, pumping him a few times before shoving him down your throat.

Eddie groaned when your nose touched his hairy base. He smelled like lavender and soap from the bath. His hands found your hair, gripping as he spilled down your throat.

You wiped your mouth, smiling at him when you sat up, enjoying how he panted, catching his breath. "Fuck, you're so good to me." Eddie whispered, reaching out for you. "C'mere, bunny."

You climbed beside him, face pressed to his chest, running your hand down his still lotion-slicked body. Eddie pressed kisses into your head, holding you tight.

"Thanks f'takin care of me." Eddie whispered into your hair.

You looked up at him with a small smile. "I'll always take care of you, Eddie. You don't have to thank me." You said, hand running down his tummy.

Eddie smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, passionate and needy. You sighed against the kiss, letting him melt into you. You knew he wasn't used to having someone care for him, love him with no string attached- tonight made that very obvious. But you were determined to prove to him that you were, that he deserved to be loved that way.

Loved the way he loved you.

[oneforthemunny]

don't fear the reaper |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 7

prompt: your introduction to eddie's ex-wife goes less than ideal.

age gap. reader is 26, Eddie is 42. everything is consensual. if you don't like it, don't read plz.

contains: language, dilf!eddie, older!eddie, age gap, angst, gina is Eddie's ex wife and she's really mean :(

"Can you get that, sweet thing?" Eddie asks, screwdriver in hand, hunched over the little set of drawers that he was assembling, tongue poked out in concentration.

You'd been happily watching him build all morning, a warm and light feeling buzzing through your body. You grinned cheekily to yourself when Eddie slipped on a pair of reading glasses before he had started. He looked over them at you, peering over the black frames with an exaggerated stare, pointing a warning finger playfully in your direction.

"Not a word. Understand, missy?" His tone was stern, playful, pulling a string of giggles from your chest. Your cheeks flush at his tone, tipping your head to the side to admire him. The way the veins in his hand protruded when he tightened something with the screwdriver, his tongue poking out in concentration. 

Eddie had just established the base of the drawers when there was a knock at the door. You stood, setting down your mug on the coffee table. "Should be Brielle. She's always forgettin' her key." Eddie sighed, a firm eye roll.

You opened the door, ready to see the girl who resembled your boyfriend so much- same eyes, dimples, cheeks. She'd been at her mom's all weekend, and you were happy to have her back, now that things were better with you two. You smiled widely, eyes lighting up, a welcome on the tip of your tongue.

Instead, you were greeted with a pair of piercing eyes, narrowed at you from the moment you opened the door, unfamiliar and challenging.

You blinked, looking at the woman in front of you, jarred and a little frightened. You knew her, how could you not? Gina, Eddie's ex-wife, Brielle's mother. You’d seen the photos- maybe, done a stalk on Facebook with your best friend. 

Gina's lips twisted, a scoff falling from them that had you stepping back in the doorway. "I'll be goddammed." She said every word slowly, dripped in venom. Your heart hammered, eyes wide, caught, scared.

Brielle squirmed, eyes sympathetically meeting yours. She was uncomfortable, intimidated too, though you weren’t really sure why. "Mom, I'm here now. You can go back in the car-"

"Nuh-uh." Gina snapped, eyes never leaving yours. You felt exposed under her gaze, vulnerable, wrapping your arms around your middle protectively. "I wanna meet the new girl your dad has you hangin' around. Make sure she's not being a bad influence on my baby." Her words were nearly mocking, your hand gripping the door in a white knuckled grasp.

Eddie's heavy footsteps appeared behind you, shoulders falling when he saw Gina. "For fuckssake, Gina..." He sighed, annoyed, exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well, hello to you, too, Edward." Gina spat the name like it was a bad taste in her mouth, lips curling into a snarl. Her teeth barred, like a predator to prey- amused. This was a game to her. One she was very good at, apparently. 

"The fuck are you doin', huh?" Eddie threw his arm out, looking down at Gina, standing at his full height. "You don't have better things to do?"

Gina laughed, humorless, eyes rolling. "Not when it comes to our child." Gina snapped. She paused, lips pursing, icy eyes sliding over your frame, sending shivers down your spine. "Sorry, I guess I should say our daughter, looks like you have another child in your life."

Your heart dropped, stammering lightly. Gina gave you a smug, challenging look. Brielle looked down, shifting on her feet. "Mom, can you stop? It's embarrassing-"

"Oh, I'm embarrassing?" Gina snapped, looking at her daughter. Brielle recoiled slightly, shrinking under her gaze. "But your father prancing around with jail bait isn't-"

"Alright, Gina, that's enough." Eddie growled, stepping in front of you. They glared at each other, so angry, full of hatred. "You wanna say some shit to me? Fine, but leave her out of this. And have some decency to not do this in front of Brie." He bit, glaring down the slope of his nose at her. 

Gina gasped, loud and accusatory. "Don't you dare, Eddie, don't you even fuckin' dare." She pointed a long, manicured nail at him, jabbing it at him. "Don't pull the bad mom card on me when you're dating someone the same age as Brielle!"

"She is not the same age, Gina, what the fuck-"

"Sweetheart," Gina turned to you, the pet name Eddie usually adorned to you was covered in malice, making your blood run cold. "How old are you?" She mocked you, spoke to you like you were a child- like you spoke to your kids at school. 

"Twenty-s-six." You stammered dumbly, heart pounding in your ears. It was nine in the morning, you weren't exactly prepared to be berated and harassed like this, this early.

Gina's lips pressed together, eyebrows shooting up. She scoffed, loud and derisive. "Twenty-six?" She repeated, each syllable rolling off her tongue furiously, looking at Eddie with a glare so cold it made you shiver.

 "So, when I had Brielle, you were what? Nine, ten?" She laughed, but she wasn't amused. It was a mean girl mocking laugh, one that took you back to days in middle school in the locker room at gym. "And Eddie, what were you doing then? Twenty-six years ago? Oh, that's right, you were still selling weed to high-school kids to support the baby-"

"Gina, I'm not doing this shit with you." Eddie seethed, jaw set and eyes hard. He glared at her, eyes flicking over to Brielle, who shrunk into herself, eyes on the steps. You could see the guilt wash over Eddie, jaw ticking and eyes softening. "Get in here, baby girl. I'll be just a second." He guided Brielle in, hand protectively on the back of her head, giving you a small nod before shutting the door.

You and Brielle stood in the doorway, not moving, eyes glued on the wooden door. Your heart was hammering in your throat, stopping and speeding when you would hear the muffled words and screams from the other side. A rollercoaster of emotions, tummy dropping and turning, twisting and seeking further and further into your nerves. 

"She's a fuckin' child, Ed!"

"Gina, are you out of your fuckin' mind? She's an adult, a teacher. A really great teacher-"

"Probably because she's the same age as them! They have so much in common!"

"Oh, fuck off, Gina. Aren't you married? Why the fuck do you care?"

"I don't want someone like that around my daughter! What kind of example is this? Whoring herself with some old guy!"

"She is not-"

"-How would you feel if Brie was doing this, huh? Fucking around with a guy twice her age?"

Your stomach dropped when Eddie didn't reply. You felt the color drain, feeling sick to your stomach. Brielle looked at you carefully, fingers twisting around her overnight bag, wringing them nervously.

"That's what I thought." Gina's voice was firm, smug. "I don't know what you're going through, Eddie, but this is a lot. Even for you."

"Get the fuck outta my house, Gina." Eddie growled, heavy footsteps moving towards the door. You could hear her muffled, biting response, mean and biting even through the door.

You stepped back just as Eddie threw the door open, eyes furious and blazing. He ran a hand over his scruff, free hand balled by his side. He looked at you, eyes drooping gently- tired, defeated.

"'M gonna go outside." Eddie growled, stomping towards the back door. "Need a minute." His hand ran over Brie’s shoulder, comfortingly- an apology. 

You flinched when Eddie slammed the door, shaking the house. Brielle looked at you, eyes wide and cautious, embarrassed. "They... They do this all the time." She offered softly. You didn't reply, eyes still glued on the back door.

"I'm sorry..." Brielle said softly. You looked over at her. "For what my mom said." She added, rubbing her arms awkwardly. "She can be like that sometimes. Don't take it personally."

You nodded, tongue feeling thick and constricted in your mouth.

Brielle hesitated, looking from you back to the window where a stream of smoke could be seen. Eddie. She lifted her bag gently, moving down the hall to her room. You didn't move, you couldn't.

Gina's words hurt you. It made your head rattle with insecurities and racing thoughts, self doubt and humbled truths. Eddie's reaction- or lack thereof- to her final accusation had your stomach twisting, knotting. Why did it hurt you so bad? Was Eddie embarrassed of you?

Eddie came in from the backdoor, shoulders still tense but eyes softened, nicotine induced relaxation. "I'm sorry about that, bunny. She can be a real-" Eddie stopped, looking at you in the doorway.

You didn't move, stilling even at his voice, zoned on the wall in front of you. Eddie called your name softly, hands raised in a slow approach, like you were a frightened animal that might scatter. His brows furrowed, lips pulling into a soft frown. 

Your eyes met his, lip trembling gently. Eddie's face softened. "Baby, what's wrong?" He cooed, stepping towards you so he could rub his hands down your arms. "Don't let her upset you, ok? She just said all of that because wants you to be upset-"

"You didn't answer her." Your eyes flashed at him. His forehead creased in confusion. "When she said that about Brie, you didn't reply."

Eddie exhaled, tired, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, because I'm not arguing with her. It's pointless." He huffed. "All it does is make my blood pressure go up, and she just starts saying crazy shit. She thrives off that kinda attention, and it just gets worse when you give it to her. Trust me, baby." He muttered, eyes pinching shut at the thought. This was routine, a painful routine he was far too used to. 

You huffed, crossing your arms, stepping out of his grasp, anger bristling in your chest. "You answered her every other time, Ed." You bit, jaw clenching to keep your tears from falling.

Eddie threw his hands up. "What do you want me to say here? I wasn't gettin' into that with her-"

"Because you think she's right." You challenged him, brows raised in suspicion. "You think there's something wrong with this? With us?"

"No, fuck," Eddie growled, vein in his neck protruding, angry and prominent against his flushed skin. "I don't think there's anything wrong with us, ok? I wouldn't be doin' this if I did-"

"Then why didn't you say anything?" You shrieked, throwing your hands out. "You made it look like you thought that!" Your heart hammered in your chest, defensive and angry. 

Eddie's eyes bulged, head jutting forward. "Why? I wasn't lettin' her use my daughter against me like that ok? It's fucked up, and she knows what she's doin'! She knows it'll piss me off, and I'll fight with her the way she wants, and I'm not doin' that!" He boomed, voice bouncing off the walls, echoing into your ears.

Your eyes cut down the hall towards Brielle's room. Eddie huffed, shaking his head. You stood in silence, Eddie shaking his head, exhaling a short huff of air.

"I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry I didn't say anything to her, I just-" Eddie stopped himself. "I was done. Done letting her say shit to you, to me, and she always drags Brie into the middle of it to try and make me feel bad or-or fight with her more."

You looked down at your feet. "I'm sorry." You muttered.

Eddie shook his head. "You don't have nothin' to be sorry for-"

"No, I'm sorry." You said sincerely, eyes lifting to him. "I'm sorry she does that to you. 'S not right."

Eddie's face softened, lines smoothing when you grabbed his hand, holding it gently, pressing kisses into his palm. "I don't think there's anything wrong with us. I was just scared...you did."

Eddie gave a lopsided smile, pulling you into him by your waist. "Nuh-uh," Eddie smirked, lips moving to your cheek, soft feathery kisses pressing against your skin.

"Just like a pretty little thing like you to keep me young." He teased, large hands giving your ass a firm squeeze, smiling as you squealed into his ear. "Nothin' wrong with that."

You smiled, moving his curly tendrils out of his face. He kissed you fully, lips sliding over yours in a passionate kiss that had your cheeks heating. "Don't listen to her, alright?" Eddie muttered against your lips.

You nod, looking over your shoulder, face falling when you look at Brielle's door. Eddie followed your gaze, shoulders dropping. "Was she upset?" He asked.

You shrugged lightly. "She said she did it all the time... Apologized to me for what she said." You muttered.

Eddie cringed gently, air exhaling out his mouth in a loud sigh. "'M just gonna go check on her." He said, eyes softening to look at you. "See where the hell she wants these drawers too." He huffed, motioning to the unfinished project in the living room.

You grinned, smacking his ass playfully in his sweatpants. "Go check on her." You teased, winking at him.Eddie raised his brows, grinning before pointing at you. "You better watch yourself, little girl." He purred, smirking at your blistering flush.

[oneforthemunny]

clandestine meetings |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 3

prompt: sneaking around with eddie catches up to the two of you.

age gap, but everything is consensual. reader is 25-26. eddie is 42. if this isn't for you, don't read.

contains: age gap, swearing, p in v sex, slight angst. Minors DNI

You liked being with Eddie.

You liked that he was sweet, kind, a little rough when he needed to be. He could be funny and caring. He treated you nicely, left your heart fluttering and head spinning. It was exciting.

You liked that he was sweet, kind, a little rough when he needed to be. He could be funny and caring. He treated you nicely, left your heart fluttering and head spinning. It was exciting.

You'd only told your best friend a week earlier, a giggly confession that was met with gasps and wide eyes. "He's how old?" She gawked, nearly spilling her wine in the process.

You'd grinned. "He's only, like, forty...two."

She laughed, shaking her head. "Is he good?" She asked in a low tone, looking around the bar.

You shook your head, biting your lip. "Really good."

And he was.

Eddie didn’t rush like the other guys did- guys your own age. Always fast and greedy, not caring about you only chasing their own high. Eddie always made sure you came at least once before he’d fuck you, always knowing the perfect pace, angles, positions that made you gush and scream, clamped around him and gripping on his shoulders or back until you saw stars.

Your head would reel, babbling mindlessly as he’d fuck you into the mattress. “There, right there, Eddie, fuck.” Tears streaming down your face as you gripped his wrist that was rubbing lazy circles around your clit.

“Right there?” Eddie grunted, a smile on his face as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that had you giving a low, throaty moan.

“Yes.” You whined, high and whiny, the way he liked it. You’d learned that about him now. “So fuckin’ good. Please don’t stop.” You begged.

You felt so full, full of him. His cock was pounding your sweet spot, making you see stars. You were close, you had been for hours. Since you’d came to his house after your shift at the cafe, he’d been on you. He’d gone down on you in the kitchen, you were bent over the kitchen table clawing the wooden table as his tongue worked in you.

You were hooked.

Sex aside, though it was mind blowing, Eddie was sweet to you. Always opening your door, pressing kiss disguised compliments to your cheek that left you blushing. He’d give you his jacket when you were cold- because you always forgot yours. He’d take your hands in his, rubbing his calloused palms over your to keep you warm, flashing you a grin.

“You gotta get you some gloves, baby.” Eddie tutted, voice raspy with years of nicotine intake. “Gonna get sick.”

You’d blushed, shrugging. “I can put them in my pockets.” Shoving them into your- his jacket.

Eddie snorted, giving you a pointed look. “Yeah? In the jacket you always forget?”

The next day he’d picked you up, knitted gloves sitting in your seat. “Figured you needed some.” Eddie shrugged when you’d thanked him.

The best part, was that you were each others. No one knew. You didn’t want them to. You liked just being with each other, the two of you. Something for the two of you that the world didn't know about yet.

You’d stay the night, Friday nights, when Eddie didn’t work the Saturday shift. You’d wake up tangled in his sheets, padding down the the kitchen in one of his shirts, pouring a cup of coffee. Sometimes you’d sit on the back porch with him, curled up in the seat next to him while he smoked, slow. Other times you’d sit at the table.

You stretched, pulling on your panties and a discarded shirt. Eddie always left one out for you, soft with age and wear. This one was a hole filled Metallica one. It smelled like laundry detergent and Eddie.

You were floating, warm and smiley. Practically gliding down into the kitchen. The hallway from his room to the living room was filled with pictures. Most of Brielle, moments captured from when she was little up to a prom picture from the year prior. You'd seen Gina in a few, stunning and striking features. Eddie with an older man in a few. You'd steal glances at them when you could, enthralled with trying to memorize every detail of them because they were details of him.

The front door opened, you turned, smiling, ready to greet Eddie. Your face fell as you met a different pair of puddle eyes.

“What the fuck?” Brielle jumped, eyes widening as she stumbled back out of the door.

Your breath left your lungs, eyes wide. Brielle turned, looking back at the driveway in disbelief, eyes flashing with shock.

“Are you-“ Brielle shook her head, curls that matched Eddie’s falling around her. “What the fuck is going on? What are you doing here?”

“Brielle, I-I-“

“Did you get your coffee?” Eddie’s soft voice filled the space as he stepped in off the back porch. “I left you a mug on the-“ He stopped, face falling.

Brielle’s mouth fell, eyes darting from you to Eddie. “Oh, I’m gonna be sick.” She groaned, cringing in disgust, turning on her heel to walk out the front door.

“Brielle…” Eddie sighed, heavy footsteps following her out the door. “Brielle, just wait a second.”

You were frozen in place, head reeling with embarrassment, realization. You could hear the voices of the father-daughter duo outside, Eddie’s soothing voice blending with Brielle’s high pitched voice.

“… Brielle, just calm down-“

“Have you lost your mind?” Brielle shrilled. “She’s Maddy’s sister- she’s like twenty-”

“No, she’s not.” Eddie huffed. “Brielle, this really isn’t your business-“

“What?” Brielle exclaimed, making you cringe. “You’ve lost it. I don’t know if this is a midlife crisis, but you’ve lost your damn mind.”

"Brielle Jo, get back here. I'm talkin' to you." Eddie's voice was hard, stern with a gruff edge you hadn't seen since the first time you'd met. His hand pushed her car door open, eyes narrowing at her. "I thought you were at your mama's today."

"I forgot my textbook." Brielle glared. "I tried to call you, but..." Her eyes cut to you, shivering in disgust. "I'm leaving." She declared, reaching for the door handle.

Eddie's shoulders slumped in defeat, moving so she could slam the door. Hands ran down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. You shifted uncomfortably in the doorway. "Maybe I should go." You suggested, your voice soft and timid, fingers nervously playing with the neckline of his shirt.

Eddie nodded. "I think that would be for the best, baby." He gave a small smile that made your heart flutter. "I just need to talk to Brie for a little bit. She... She's dramatic, y'know? Teenager."

You smiled, nodding.

Your own reckoning came later that day.

You'd went back to your apartment, busying yourself with every task you could to keep your mind from spiraling further, anxious thoughts consuming every part of you.

Your phone buzzed, Madeline's name flashing across the screen. You didn't think, answering as you folded your towels.

"Hello?"

"Are you ok?" Madeline's voice was calm.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, why?" You asked, pulling another fluffy towel out of the basket.

A pause. "I was just checking, because I'm pretty sure you've lost your fucking mind."

Ice ran through your veins, spine straightening in realization. "Maddy, I-"

"Brielle's dad?" Madeline boomed, screaming into the speaker so loud you flinched. "Have you lost your mind? Like seriously, what the fuck? Why-Why are you doing this?"

You stuttered, heart hammering. "Madeleine, I-I just... It's none of your business, ok-"

"It most certainly is!" Madeline screeched. "You're fucking my best friend's dad! I get a call from Brielle, and she's going insane telling me that her dad is having a midlife crisis fucking my sister!"

"It-It's not like that, ok?" You stammered.

"Not like that?" Madeline repeated with a huff.

"It's not." You said defensively. "It's... He's really sweet, ok? He treats me really nice, and-and... I'm not having this conversation with you. It's none of your business. We're not doing anything wrong!" You snapped, flustered and frustrated.

Madeline paused. "Then tell Mom and Dad." She challenged.

You gaped. "What are we seven? You're going to tattle to Mom and Dad on me?"

"No, but tell them! I mean, you're so proud of this, tell them!" Madeline sneered. "Tell them how you're fuckin' Brie's dad!"

"I'm not telling them that!" You shot back.

"Why? Because you're not doing anything wrong? Well, then tell them!" Madeline snapped. "Are you scared they'll be upset? Maybe because he's the same fuckin' age as Dad-"

"Eddie is not the same age as Dad." You snapped with a huff. "He's only forty-two."

"Eddie?" Madeline gasped. You cringed, listening to her near mocking laugh back at you. "You're fucked up for this, you really are. Did you ever think about how this could effect my friendship?"

Your heart plummeted, guilt sinking and filling your body. You hadn't really, outside of the fleeting thought at the beginning. You bit your lip, not sure what to say. Madeline scoffed, hanging up before you could reply.

You looked at the phone, towel still clutched, unfolded in your hand. Your little Garden of Eden you and Eddie had created with sweet touches and hidden words was gone, crumbled and left you with an aching reality.

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munny’s merriest masterlist

all christmas works live here :)

twelve days of dom!eddie’s christmas masterlist

santa claus is comin’ to town |janitor!eddie x teacher!reader|

christmas (baby, please come home) |cowboy!eddie x reader|

blue christmas |older!dilf!eddie x reader|

hold my heart and watch it burn |ex-husband!eddie x ex-wife!reader|

[oneforthemunny]

I have been DEVOURING your masterlist especially the angst. Please, I need to know your ranking for your top five angst stories.

ooh this one was kinda hard. i had to think about it but here’s what I decided:

5. take it to the end of the line with older!dilf!eddie. i love this one but i can’t wait to remaster it.

4. christmas (baby, please come home) with cowboy!eddie. apparently i’m very sad during the holidays lol.

3. blue christmas with older!eddie again. this one i was also super proud of. the parallels of post divorce vs years later with you.

2. blood soaked tears with mafia!eddie. this one was one of my favorites, almost number one because it was so gut wrenching to me.

1. some sunny day with janitor!eddie. i wrote it about this time last year. it’s very personal to me and i was super proud of it and still am.

for the sad bitches enjoy