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mysticmunson · 1 year

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revved up: older!eddie munson x reader

#17: older!dilf!eddie's favorite ass play moments. explore, get filthy, tell me what he likes, tell me what you like. where? when? go into all the raunchy details, every last one. what's his favorite plug? all of the good stuff.

authors note: i honestly don't know what sprouted this, but i wrote this in one sitting so enjoy i guess lol (apart of @funsonmunson-again birthday celebration!)

Eddie had had a fucking day.

Between assholes at the garage to burning his tongue on his lunch, everything seemed to be going to shit. While this should’ve ruined his day, he found himself getting more pent up, needing to deposit his frustration into something else.

Walking in the door, he spotted you cutting up some vegetables for dinner, the sunsetting in the background illuminating your figure. The small bump that contained Delilah in your stomach was starting to show, now a few months along, resting your hand on it as he got your attention.

“Oh, hi baby.” You called, looking back down at your assortment of peppers and onions.

He wasn’t sure what overcame him, but seeing you relaxed, your pregnancy glow beginning to come through, standing in his shirt and a pair of black sweats, nearly made him mad. His hands clamped to your hips abruptly, jumping as his lips went to your pulse point, ass pressed against his hardening groin.

“Eds, what’s gotten into you?” You questioned with a small giggle, but his placement didn’t let up, instead lifting you onto the counter. His quick rebuttal was in the form of a heated kiss, cradling your cheeks as his tongue swirled against yours.

With his spare hand, he forcibly pushed everything to the side, yanking down your pants and underwear at once. Bare bottom on the cool marble, he yanked your hips so he could go between your legs.

Wasting no time, he found your center, already wet due to the sensitivity pregnancy was bringing you. Dipping his tongue to your arousal, your back arched, taken off guard at his assertiveness.

While he was not a submissive man, he rarely took you by surprise like this, typically getting you riled up before diving in. But he was hungry. You knew that for sure as he pushed your knees up, licking a stripe over your other hole.

“Been thinking about this all fuckin’ day.” He grumbled, his mouth dancing against the puckered entrance, fingers finding your cunt easily.

Moaning unabashedly, you held his brown curls in a tight fist, his stubble tickling your inner thighs and making you squirm. He pulled away and stood, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“Room. Now.” He commanded as you hopped down, scurrying to the bedroom with his feet sharp on your tail.

Standing like a child caught in trouble, you fidgeted with your fingers as he stomped in. Without even looking at you, he snapped, pointing towards the ground, beginning to strip himself of his coveralls.

By the time you knelt between his legs, he grabbed a pillow to shove beneath you, he was only in his boxers. Leaving little to the imagination, he had a big problem, springing out a fierce red when the fabric hit the ground. Your mouth didn’t meet his skin until he removed his shirt from your body.

A mumble of curses streamed from his lips as you sucked his cock, feeling the firmness as you trailed against the prominent vein on the underside. Cupping his balls, you massaged them gently, noticing how heavy they were. His tuft of hair tickled your nose as you went completely down.

His hands went to your hair, pulling off the hair tie that held it in a loose bun, watching as it fell against your shoulders. The feeling of his sharp eyes on you made you feel microscopic, fully submitted to whatever he asked you to do.

Moving to suck on his balls, your hand leisurely stroked his erection, swiping your thumb over his sensitive slit. He manhandled you to stand, shoving you to the bed and onto your knees once more. With your face pressed against the comforter, he kneeled, going back to ravish you.

He wasted no time finding your tighter hole, letting his spit bubble salaciously before smearing it against your lower half. His index and middle finger found your g spot sooner than previously, sending shivers down your curving spine.

“So fucking dirty, you know that?” He sneered, spitting onto your asshole, “Like my mouth on your ass and fingers in your cunt, hm?”

Figuring it was a rhetorical question, you didn’t reply, which was quickly corrected by a firm slap to your left butt cheek. You nodded, letting out a noise of affirmation as he continued to tease.

“You let an old man just split you open and play?” He taunted, stopping periodically to suck on your sensitive skin, “What would everyone say? Such a sweet girl being ruined this way.”

The age difference in your relationship wasn’t a secret by any means, you just didn’t bring it up unless necessary or in a joke. This was new.

“Yes! Fuck me, Eddie.” You squeaked, your slick dripping down his hand at this point. He gruffed, flipping you to your back, both of you sporting eyes of arousal. Altering your position, you lay with your head on pillows as Eddie crawled on top of you, one arm flexing above you as he held himself up.

His cock slid in with ease, guttural moans coming from you both as he thrust, helping you accommodate to his size. The gentle sting he provided never ceased, no matter how many times you slept together, a constant reminder of how easily he could ruin you.

His movements became quicker as he got you adjusted, his hand going to your clit before rubbing over your stomach. The reminder that he fucked a life into you came to his senses, gritting as his hips sharply jutted.

“Gonna fill up this pussy,” He huffed, kissing you quickly, “Gonna have to keep you pregnant all the time, everyone will know your mine, that you love when my cock is inside of you.”

The uncharacteristic dirty talk had you riled up, holding his shoulders as one of his arms sprang by your face and to the headboard. His thrusts smacked it against the wall, his fist blocking the damage the metal would cause the paint.

“Love you so much, love when you come inside me.” You whimpered, his fingers dancing over a particularly sensitive spot on your clit, toes curling in anticipation.

Eddie had a fixation on filling you up, hence his second child in his 40s, and that only increased when you got pregnant. Knowing he could come inside of you until your insides were covered in him with no risk of additional pregnancy made him into an animal.

“Come for me, baby.” He moaned, shoving his face in the crevice of your neck as he stuttered his last few movements. Your orgasm rocked your body, sending you into a quick state of nothingness, so blinded by the pleasure that you weren’t aware of any part of your body.

Eddie rolled off of you, holding you in his arms as you both recovered, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Where did that come from, sweetheart?” You asked him, putting your chin on his chest and looking up at him in wonder. A smile barely appeared on him until a smirk resided, a blush spreading against his plump cheeks.

“Thought about you too much, love you.” He murmured, movements stilling as he lay beside you, only his fingers ghosting over some of your hair that sprawled out over your pillows. His teeth came to bite his lower lip, the tiniest squint in his eyes as he looked at the ceiling.

“You pulled your back, didn’t you?”

“Shut up, I was horny.”

shut up i was horny and wrote this

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enam3l · 1 year

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dirty thirty (@funsonmunson-again's mafia eddie x reader)

funsonmunson-again's birthday week writing challenge / prompt #24: saving the best for last haha, but birthday spankings with any of the eddies!

happy birthday evie!! thank you for reviving the timeline with your amazing fics. it's eddie's birthday too and he's in trouble...

CW: very much 18+, pure smut, bdsm, use of guns, truly the most depraved thing i've ever written.

For his 30th birthday, Eddie Munson has nearly just taken a shot to the head... but in your defence, he really fucking deserved it.

Slowly - albeit on wobbly feet - Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Freak turn around to face you, eyes still wide from seeing the bullet fly past their boss's shoulder. They're stood in a line like naughty school boys in your garden, caught doing something they shouldn't be. Which is exactly what's happened.

You stand in front of the glass doors that lead onto the patio, curtains billowing and light glowing behind you. Flanked by four growling dogs. The light from the house reveals the curves of your body under the sheer babydoll lingerie you're wearing. But no one is looking at the small number, they're cowering at the pistol in your hands and the infuriated look on your face.

'Get inside, now,' you snarl, the dogs' snapping in agreement with you.

At the stroke of midnight, by some miracle of god, the unimaginable happened and Eddie Munson reached thirty years of age. Each year of his life since he hit ten, felt like a bonus. He was sure he'd never see twenty and absolutely certain he'd never meet thirty but here he was. He'd been surprised you let him go out with the guys that night but you insisted.

'Let loose with the boys, then I can have you all to myself in the day,' you'd smirked, clearly hiding something.

The four men left the house at 8pm, promising to be back by 2am at the latest. Yet, by the fourth shot of tequila, that promise was long forgotten as well as Eddie's suspicions that you'd been planning something.

Which you had. Throughout your four years together, it had been near impossible to surprise Eddie. Firstly, his line of business meant he liked to know everything that was going on. Surprises equalled the opportunity for danger. Secondly, you shared your finances - although, in all honesty, his finances, but he enforced a what's mine is yours policy. So, it was hard to splash on something for him, without him noticing when the bills came or his accountant alerting him. But for his thirtieth, you devised enough was enough.

After hearing him murmur to himself so many times about his disbelief he had survived this long. Not only had he survived, but now, with you by his side, he was living. Your man deserved for once to be surprised and spoilt. To reign in a new decade of life together in the best way possible.

Therefore, for the past year you had been plotting. With the help of Eddie's accountant and the boys, you'd secretly been putting money aside. Slicing off a chunk of any 'shopping trip' money, he gave you, and putting into a secret account. The accountants making investments on your behalf throughout the year that also went into the account.

Now, you had a hefty chunk of cash that was being spent on the most devastatingly romantic holiday to France that money can buy. A long glamorous weekend in Paris, followed by a week hiding away together on a private beach in Monaco. The flight was booked for Eddie's birthday, that's why you'd let the boys take him out - so you could pack without getting rumbled. But nothing is ever so simple with a Munson.

At 1am, with still no Eddie, you'd become impatient.

By 2am, you were irritated.

By 3am, you were furious.

By 4am, you were terrified that something awful had happened.

At 4:15am you thought those fears were confirmed as you heard gunfire from the gardens.

Not even thinking how you were dressed in an entirely unsuitable birthday present for Eddie, your instincts kicked in. Taking the pistol out the bedside table and with your precious pups quick on your heels, you ran down the stairs. Brain screaming with all the awful possibilities of what could've happened. No matter how long you've been together, the fear over Eddie's job never truly leaves. You burst through the patio doors and fire a warning shot... and then you see the culprits.

Eddie and the boys, lined up, their own pistols in hand. Before them were (once) law ornaments which they had clearly lined up and started target practice on. Now they were looking at you, the tiny remaining sober part of their brains were doing some explaining. Maybe coming home late and doing target practice whilst you were oblivious and gone alone, wasn't a great idea.

With big blinking eyes, like Bambi in front of headlights, Eddie begins to stumble on his words.

'K-k-kitten, hi... I'm s-sorr-'

'Shut the fuck up,' you snapped harshly. The rest of the guys immediately looked down at the ground.

'Edward, get inside NOW. The rest of you, leave.'

Immediately, the four grown men begin to wobble and scramble. The three that weren't your fiancée, babbling,

'We're so sorry Y/N... we didn't mean to... we lost track of...'

'I don't care. Go, before you're limping as well as swaying and this time it'll be because I've shot you in the fucking leg.'

In a flash, they were gone. You glowered at your now shattered flamingos in the distance before turning to look at Eddie. He was tripping over the entrance to the house when you finally looked him in the eye.

'Baby... I really sorry,' he whispered.

'I don't think you are,' you said coolly, 'go to the bedroom. Now.'

Eddie didn't hesitate, he quickened his stumbling pace. As you locked the doors, you could see him gripping onto Lucifer for stability. Then using Zeus as well once he attempted the stairs. You could hear him unsubtly whispering to them as he climbed the marble steps.

'I've never seen your Mom this mad before.'

It's true, he hadn't and he was petrified. More terrified than he had ever been in a sticky situation during work, he had far more to lose with you. Good job Munson, he grumbles to himself, not even five hours into 30 and you've fucking blown it.

When you finally come up to the bedroom, Eddie is sat on the edge of the bed, throbbing head in his hands. Now he's not stumbling around, he can finally look at you. The pretty sheer dress you're wearing in his favourite colours, pretty bows and ruffles and microscopic matching panties. Your hair is swept up how he likes as well. Everything you've done, as ever, is for him. He feels awful and not because he's drank the best part of a bottle of tequila and a whiskey more expensive than several of his rings.

'You look really beautiful, kitten,' he whispers, big eyes now wet.

But your eyes are still filled with anger.

'How could you, Eddie!' You shout, 'you scared the shit out of me!'

'I'm sorry, I-' he croaks.

'No!' You snap, taking a kitten heel off and launching it across the room. 'No excuses. I've not finished! Can you imagine if I had done that? Disappeared longer than I said and without contact? Then you heard random shooting outside?'

Eddie's blood ran cold at the thought and knuckles white as he gripped the sheets beneath him. If he was in your shoes, a search party would be out and he'd be sick with worry.

'That's what I thought,' you mutter as you see the look on his face. 'You wouldn't let me ever leave without an escort again.'

It's true, he'd never let you leave his side.

'I thought you were...' your facade and your voice finally cracks, 'I've never been so scared in my life!'

Irritated that your mask has slipped, you stomp forward to Eddie. With all the anger in your body, you shove your lean fiancée, causing him to fall backwards on the bed. Eddie stays lying there, not wanting to look up and catch you sniffling. He doesn't want to make it worse. His heart cracks hearing what he's done to you, especially on what is supposed to be a happy day. Especially when you'd clearly planned something for his return.

He clears his throat, wanting to ensure he gets his words out perfectly.

'Kitten, I know. You never would've done this to me. I'm so sorry. What can I do? How do I fix it?'

There's only silence for a little while but he keeps his eyes trained to the white ceiling. Then, he feels your hand hovering on his knee.

'Turn over,' you say firmly but quietly.

Eddie lets out a confused mumble but does as he's told. Right now, if you told him to eat his own shoes, he would. Then, he feels you take an ankle, lifting it so you can begin to take off his boot. Once it's off, he kicks off the other himself. He gulps then, truly unwitting over your plans. Your hands now tug at the waist of his slacks, nails scratching at his back. In attempt to aid you, he raises his hips and undoes his belt and buttons, allowing you to slide them off.

He hears the sound of his eyelashes flutter against the duvet as he blinks, anxiously. Are you just getting him ready for bed? He would like to just go to sleep in your arms right now. Whisper he's sorry and he loves you until you both fall asleep. But that's not what is going to happen.

No, that's definitely not going to happen, Eddie realises suddenly. As before he can even process, you've quickly tugged down his underwear, and have cracked down your palm against his ass cheek. Eddie gasps.

'You're going to feel how angry I am, Eddie,' you say so calmly that a trail of goosebumps prickle down his spine.

'I'm going to do to you, what you would've done to me in this situation... and you're going to take it.'

Crack. You hit his cheek again.

'Do you understand?'

'Yes, kitten,' he barely whispers. He's scared, confused and aroused. Never, ever, have you done this to him before but he doesn't dare protest.

'Good,' your palm soothes over the attacked cheek. It's barely blushing, your own hand nothing in comparison to Eddie's own sprawling ones. He widens his legs so you can stand further between them. He knows right now, he just needs to let you do what you need to do.

Crack. Crack. Eddie gasps. Crack. The fear, surprise and arousal mixed together is intoxicating. His heart is in his throat and his palms are sweating. Each smack, full of raw emotion, sends a zap through his body.

'That's five, Eddie... I'm going to do thirty.'

Eddie's eyes widen.

'If you're going to act like this, at your age now, then I'm going to give you a present deserving of it. So, twenty five to go.'

He's not sure he can last that long in silence, without crying out your name or moaning or worse, popping a boner whilst you're angry. Then, he feels a dip on the bed alongside him. For the first time since you shoved him, he dares to steal a glance at you. Your eyes are dark and looking back at him.

'You should probably sit across my knee. It'll make this easier for everyone,' your voice is unwavering. This new stern side to you is equal parts unnerving and sexy.

Eddie scrambles to his feet quickly and stands before you. You look him up and down, infuriatingly, he looks so good. You'd thought that when he left the house and you couldn't wait to throw yourself at him upon his return. But he ruined it. Now he's just there, a sheepish look on his face, shirt still on but his cock out. You had planned to ride it until you both collapsed, but now plans have been spoilt.

'Take your shirt off and get over my knee,' you sigh. Your voice sounds so uninterested, it makes Eddie's heart pang. He wants to get on his hands and knees and beg for your attention and forgiveness. Desperate to smother you in kisses.

However, he does as he's told. A shiver rippling through him as he rids himself of the shirt. Anxiously, he walks to the side of you and clambers onto the bed and then spreads himself over your lap. He wiggles, following your guidance to get his lap perfectly across your thighs.

'Baby, is this right? Do you need to me to move more?' Eddie asks, desperate to please you.

'S'fine,' you say casually.

But there's nothing casual about the gasp that escapes him as your fingers trail down his back. Small circles drawn into the dimples above his ass. Then one hand trails down to the top of his thigh and rests, whilst another stays on his asscheek. There's nothing for a moment and Eddie feels his heart racing and the anticipation. Until, he feels your soft lips place a peck on the one cheek you'd struck. It gives him butterflies knowing you still want to give him gentle loves.

'That's nice... thank you, baby,' his voice sounds smaller than ever before.

'S'okay, Eds. I'm gonna go again now, okay?'

He nods. Your hand smooths over the untouched cheek, stealing a squeeze.

'This one needs to catch up, hmm?' You coo. Oh god, he thinks, you're playing with him now. Like a cat with a mouse.

Five sharp, consecutive slaps, crack down against the porcelain skin. Each jolting Eddie and causing him to gasp. You squint, wondering if part of him actually enjoys this. So you test the theory.

'Nineteen,' you say.

Then, the hand smacks down, harder than ever before. Hard enough that he knows there's a mark.

'Eighteen!'

This one even harder, your hand clearly coming down from quite a distance. The jolt from the force causes his cock to flop between the gap of your thighs.

'Seventeen! Sixteen!'

Smack. Smack. Both as hard as the last. There's no denying it hurts, but it's also good. Eddie feels good that you're punishing him for scaring you. It satisfies the shame he feels and his body knows it because his cock springs to life. Rock hard now between your soft thighs.

'You're fucking hard?' You scoff, turning the cheeks on his face, not just his ass, bright red. 'Do you not understand that I'm angry? This isn't for your pleasure! Fifteen!'

'Oh fuck,' Eddie cries. Fifteen was the hardest yet and it pushed his body down, causing your thighs to tug at his cock.

'You're sick, Eddie. Getting off on this...' you rake your nails down his back now, causing more moans from him.

'Do you like it? Facing the consequences of your actions for once, baby?' You snarl. Your hands have now reached the base of his neck and tug at some hair there.

'Yes, yes,' he wines. He can't stop himself, he thrusts into your thighs some more. Fucking himself between your plush skin. You're genuinely shocked.

'Oh my god... you really are getting off on this, hmm? Engaged and I'm still learning new things about you. My dirty boy, hmm. Ready for more?'

Panting from thrusting at your thighs, Eddie nods.

'Okay, you asked for it...'

Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Each one is quick, sharp and alternates between each cheek. Eddie snaps his hips, jerking his throbbing cock off in time with your hits. Your own panties are soaked at seeing your big, scary, mafia boss, so desperate and pathetic.

Eddie whelps something you don't make out. You pinch the skin of his hip and ask him to repeat.

'The belt, the belt,' he cries, 'god, please use the fucking belt!'

Your face scrunches up, wondering if he really just said what you think. But before you can process, you feel him shift. His arm stretches out down to the floor. Your questions are answered when he thrusts the belt he had holding his slacks up, behind his back and into your hands.

Oh, you gasp internally, he really fucking wants this bad.

Tauntingly, you brush the smooth leather across his skin.

'You feel that bad, huh? Understand just how angry I am, Edward?'

'Yes, kitten, please...' he cries, 'please show me.'

At first you hesitate, not wanting to do some serious damage. Folding the belt in half, you bring down the looped end against his bright pink cheek. Nine. The sound is heavier than any your palm could make but you know the sensation is even harsher.

Eddie groans in frustration and shakes his head. He wants it worse.

You tighten your grip and bring it down harder. Eight. Instantly there's lines imprinted on his skin from the edges of the belt. But it's clear that's what he wanted, as his hips thrust ferociously and you feel precum trickling down your calf.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Eddie is crying your name, fists white knuckling the bed linen. His skin has transformed from magenta to blooms of purple.

'Just five more and then it's the big 3-0, okay?'

He's barely paying attention, so lost in the high, continuously fucking himself in your thighs. You take the belt to the other cheek now.

Four. A warning spank. You lean down and press a kiss each cheek. This is it.

'Say'

Three.

'You're'

Two.

'Fucking'

One.

'Sorry!'

Eddie's cock spurts his load all down your legs as he cries.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry kitten, I'm so fucking sorry!'

His body trembles on you at the aftershock of such intense touch. Another load of cum squirts out. He sobs real tears, you can tell, into the sheets.

'Kitten. I'm sorry, m'sorry, love you s'much,' he whimpers.

You let both your hands soothingly rub his back and thighs and you lean down to presses kisses to his ass. Perfect porcelain now splattered in purples and pinks.

'I know, Eds. It's why it upset me so much. You're never reckless like that... I wanted you home. Was supposed to be perfect when you got home...'

Eddie can hear that the anger is gone and now there's just a soft sadness in your voice. Ignoring the ache in his backside, he crawls off you, sliding onto the floor. Slotting himself between your thighs as he rests on his knees. Capturing your hands, he kisses them.

'Let me make it up to you, sweetheart,' he pleads. Big brown eyes, red from tears and begging. Letting go of your hands, Eddie takes your knees and pushes them further apart. He reveals his cum still dripping from you thighs. Leaning in, eyes still looks at you, he kitten licks his own spend up.

'You shouldn't have let me cum,' he mumbled against the velvety skin at the apex of your thighs.

'Should've forced me to make you cum, over and over and over... so that's what I'm gonna do.'

You just nod and let Eddie take over. He tugs your soaked panties off.

'These were so cute, kitten. I didn't deserve them,' he sucks at the wet crotch, 'daddy was so bad but now daddy will make it up to you. I promise.'

With that, Eddie dives into your folds. Lapping up the wetness that's been gathering like he had his own cum. That alone makes you sigh, so much of the tension leaving your body. Bringing your thighs over his shoulder, he buried his face further to access to your clit. Latching onto it the moment he finds it. Sucking until you squirm.

'That's it,' he sighs, his voice happy now, 'going to make my girl feel better.' He punctuates each word with a soft kiss to your bud.

It's all parts feral and tender and causes your tense body to flop back onto the bed. Eddie is shortly quick to chase you. With your thighs round his neck, he guides you to lie back against the pillows so he can completely lie down and lose himself in your cunt.

Now his body is fully relaxed, he makes out with your pussy. Going from sucking your clit to lapping at your hole.

'That's so good, Eds,' you coo, hand twisting curls round your fingers. Now, Eddie knows he's on his way to forgiveness.

Forcing your legs a little further, he goes in for the kill. Using the move he knows always makes you crumble. He sucks both his thumbs, letting one come up to toy with your clit and the other drops to press against your tight asshole.

The concentration alone sobers Eddie up. He hears you gasp and cry his name as the thumbs circle each pleasure point. Then he lets his tongue fuck into your hole unrelentingly. Faster. Faster. Your thighs are squirming but Eddie won't stop until you get the release you deserve. The wiggling results into his thumb popping into your asshole causing your hips to jerk and your hand to rip at his hair.

'Jesus fuck, Eddie,' you sob, tears erupting at the overwhelming sensation.

Eddie plunges his tongue as far as he can, along with his thumb in your ass and then tears aren't the only thing erupting. Your little cunt spasms, squirt soaking his tongue and face. Your whole body left trembling as you gasp. Eddie doesn't let on that it causes him to cum against the bedsheets where he'd be gently rubbing himself against.

Wiping his face and licking his fingers clean, Eddie smiles at your fucked out frame.

'That is the best birthday present you can ever get me, kitten.'

Leaving you to catch your breath, he gets up and waddles over to the light switch. His sore cheeks definitely limiting his movements more than the alcohol ever did. The bedside lamp keeps the room in a soft glow as he turns the main light off.

Slowly, he climbs under the covers and into bed next to you.

'Is it... is it okay if I hold you now, Y/N?' Eddie's voice is soft but nerve filled. You turn and look at him, chocolate eyes full of worry still. Nodding, you shuffle under the duvet and into his waiting arms. Lying in a way that you can both look at each other.

'I love you and I'm sorry. I can't imagine how scared you must've been. We got carried away,' he sighs, stroking fallen strands out of your face. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his chewed lips. He melts into you instantly, soul settling to be fully reunited with yours.

'Just... don't do something like that again or I won't let you make it to thirty,' you smile against his lips.

Eddie pulls back and looks at you, wide eyed in shock. 'You see us being 60 together?'

His response makes your brow furrow.

'Yes? Obviously, you silly boy? Eds... I'm marrying you in just a couple of months.' You laugh, pressing another few kisses to his lips. When you look back, his cheeks are flushed like his backside.

'Doesn't seem real still. Don't know how I made it this long, but you wanting to marry me? S'the most unbelievable part...'

You shake your head.

'Best get believing. You're about to experience a week long love fest...'

Eddie cocks his head in confusion and you lean up to peck his cute round nose.

'I think we'll have to bring your ruined ass a cushion though for the journey... filthy boy,' you chuckle causing Eddie to groan and bite his lip.

But your words must finally hit him. Releasing you from his hold, he now waves his arms maddeningly in confusion.

'What the hell, what's going on, woman!'

You chuckle to yourself, knowing you're finally about to pull off a surprise on him. Even at 30, the love of your life, Eddie Munson, still doesn't know how spectacular he is. But it's okay, you've got the rest of your lives to show him.

did you enjoy that? i bet you did, you sick fucks x

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vintagebunnies · 1 year

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blue velvet

mafia!eddie munson x fem!reader

Eddie and you make use of the new bathtub. (prompt #21, happy bday love!! <3) @funsonmunson-again (1.4k)

soft sex, mafia!eddie, fem reader, bathtub sex, smut, mdni 18+ :)

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You were planning on surprising Eddie when he got home. Pink satin robe, hugged tight to your body and nothing underneath.

Eddie has a tendency of coming home stressed from whatever it is he’s done that day, all you wanted was to help him unwind. He recently enlarged the bathtub in your shared bathroom, something you’ve been requesting for him to do for a while.

The last time you guys tried to have sex in the bathtub, well, it was full of cramping limbs and compact space. It’s been a few weeks since the new bathtub was installed. You guys haven’t had enough time for each other during that time period since a lot has been going on continuously.

You were putting the last finishing touches on your hair and makeup, nothing too much since it’ll just get wiped off either way.

The sound of tires over gravel can be heard from outside the bathroom window.

Eddie was home.

You quickly untied your robe and sat on the rim of the tub, waiting for Eddie to come upstairs.

Eddie was a bit surprised that you didn’t greet him at the front door like you usually do, maybe you weren’t home.

With a sigh, he walked into the front hallway, taking off his shoes.

“Sweetheart?” You could hear Eddie’s voice echo throughout the empty mansion.

“Up here!” You yelled back, alerting Eddie of your location.

Eddie could hear your voice coming from the bedroom, going to make his way up the grand staircase. He was a bit confused on where exactly you were, as you were nowhere to be found in the bedroom.

“Baby? Where are you?” He said with a slight breathless chuckle.

“Bathroom, dear.” He could hear the smile in your voice, making him smile. Coming home from a long day to you was always a breath of fresh air.

The warm glow from the bathroom light spread throughout the dark bedroom, Eddie made his way to the open door.

As soon as he breached the entrance to the bathroom, he stopped in the doorway and just observed you and everything you set up.

There were a few candles around the sink and some on the floor next to the tub, and then you.

He thought you were the actual embodiment of an angel with the way you were sitting patiently on the tub, waiting for him.

The bathtub was halfway filled with water, and Eddie noticed how you even added bubbles.

You were sitting there, with your legs crossed and staring up at him with wide eyes and a small smile.

Eddie slowly sauntered over to your seated form, stopping right in front of you. Toe to toe with each other, he traced your jawline with his finger down to your chin, lifting your face up to be eye to eye with him.

“Is this all for me, baby?” He whispered.

“Of course it is, daddy.” You whispered back, staring into his ebony gaze. You could feel your arousal seeping onto the soft porcelain of the tub, you were sure if you stood up there’d be a puddle.

Eddie could feel his pants tighten from your sickly sweet tone and doe eyes.

He pulled back from you to undress, he was able to remove his clothes in record time. Just wanting to spend the rest of the night with you wrapped around him.

You giggled from his eagerness, standing up from the tub.

Now standing in front of him, you trailed your hand down from his naked chest, to his stomach, to the tuft of hair leading to his leaking cock.

Eddie brought his hand up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just as an act of dominance to bring you closer to his waiting lips.

You kissed him back with fervor, it was a slow intimate kiss, just what you both needed.

It was the right amount of tongue and spit, moaning into the kiss, you grasped Eddie’s cock and slowly started to jerk him off. Rubbing your thumb over his slit, you could feel him slightly tighten his grip on your neck, making you softly bite his lip.

Eddie pulled away from you, and halted your movements on his cock, “you gonna be a good girl for me, kitten?”

You bit your lip looking up at him, nodding to his question.

He offered you a small smirk and drifted his hands downwards from your neck, ghosting over your nipples and making you let out a soft moan.

Eddie then pulled away and went towards the bubble filled tub.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He stated, getting into the tub.

You followed him into the tub, and placing yourself right on his lap after he seated himself.

Your hands went right to the nape of his neck, grabbing onto his hair for leverage.

Eddie’s hands meandered down to your ass, gripping the soft flesh in both of his palms. This made you start a slow pace of grinding on Eddie’s dick, his length nudging your clit each time making you let out quiet gasps.

You bent down from your position to slot your lips over his soft ones, not ceasing your grinding pace.

“Mm, you gonna let me fuck you?” Eddie mumbled into the kiss.

“Please daddy..” You whispered in a salacious tone.

Eddie’s hand came down onto the flesh of your ass in reply, leaving a resounding smack throughout the room.

You moaned in response.

You went back to trailing your hand down in between both of your bodies and into the soapy water, grabbing Eddie’s cock then sitting up on your knees. You aligned his throbbing dick with your dripping hole, slowly dropping yourself onto him.

You and Eddie both let out moans at once, enjoying the pleasure you were delivering each other.

“God, you’re so fucking tight kitten..” Eddie was giving you small kisses around your neck and collarbones, leaving an occasional bite.

“D-daddy, you feel so fucking good..” Your brows were furrowed and your mouth was slightly agape, making room for your quiet moans and gasps.

You started with a slow pace, moving up and down on his cock. Eddie was guiding your movements with both of his hands squeezing your ass.

You ducked your head down to Eddie’s neck, suckling on his neck. Eddie bit his lip, moving his head to the side to give you more access.

He planted his feet at the bottom of the tub, bending his knees, thrusting into you from below. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, moaning against his skin.

The noises you were making were cloying, Eddie was thinking about how lucky he was to have you.

Letting go of your ass in favor of your hips, he brought his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing at a leisurely pace. This made your warm walls tighten and flutter around Eddie’s cock, making him groan.

“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie whispered in your ear, making you feel like you were on fire.

“Uh-huh, please-“ At this, Eddie sped up his thrusting and started rubbing your clit more fiercely. You were engulfed in so much pleasure you felt like you could pass out.

“I’m gonna c-cum!” You stuttered over your own words, digging your nails into his shoulder blades, leaving small crescent marks.

You arched your back, pushing your chest into Eddie’s, making him smirk. Eddie gave you two more thrusts before you fell apart all over him, cumming on his cock.

Your cunt was pulsing from the aftershocks of your orgasm, slowly leading Eddie into his, cumming inside of you with a low groan and his hands tightening over your hips.

The both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath. Eddie was leaving small kisses around your jaw and your cheek.

“Shit, we should’ve done that sooner.” Eddie replied breathlessly, grinning into the sensitive skin of your neck. You giggled, sitting up straight and stretching your arms above your head.

“I told you! It’s so relaxing, and easy clean up.” You rubbed your hands up and down Eddie’s chest, biting your lip looking down at him.

You leant down to leave a kiss on Eddie’s swollen and kiss-bitten lips, and he moved his hands to your thighs, giving you a small squeeze.

You guys stayed like that for the next hour, just basking in each other's company and enjoying the warmth of each other's body heat. Leaving occasional kisses on the others lips.

Safe to say you both made up for lost time, and made use of the new addition to your bathroom.

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Chapter 1: New Beginnings

SUMMARY: You moved back to Hawkins for a fresh start, but meeting your brothers biker gang takes things for an interesting loop especially when your trying to escape the past you want to leave behind.

PAIRINGS: Biker!Eddie Munson x Teacher!Fem!Reader

PART 1 IN THE DARK PARADISE SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: SFW, Biker!Eddie Munson, Teacher!Reader, no use of y/n, modern take (thought a modern setting best fit the plot), implied pet names (sweetheart, princess), bug is used as a name, she her pronouns but barley used, Reader is 24 (turning 25 soon), Eddie is 26, post-upside down, vecna is defeated (will be mentioned in later parts)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so this is actually for sure my first series here on Tumblr. I am looking forward to the later parts. I got this idea when I was reading a short story about a biker and a girl. I then got a thought about Eddie as a biker and well I shared it with funsonmunson-again. I hadn't seen anything with this type of idea but I definitely thought it would be cool to write. I can't wait to build the relationship between Eddie and Reader as I get further through the series. Please let me know what you think and what you might want to see as we get further into it. This is also a modern take because I when I pictured it I just saw it taking place in our time. The canon events of the show do happen but they defeat Vecna and close all the gates. The other members of the show will be in this series, most will come in later on. Also I decided to go with a teacher!reader because my mom herself is a teacher and I think they are important so I wanted a chance to write something where the reader was a teacher.

WORD COUNT: 3.2K Words

THE DARK PARADISE SERIES MASTERLIST

Hawkins Indiana had always been your home since you could remember. But when your parents divorced and your mom moved out of the state you and your brother had to go live with your mom. Eventually your brother moved back with your father and you visited them whenever you were allowed too.

Now heading into adulthood you were standing in front of the apartment you had just rented out. It would be your home for the next few months, at least that's what you hoped. Things had gone sideways with your job back home, not to mention you weren't a fan of your new stepdad your mother had married.

The man wasn't the nicest man in the world but more so to you. He made your life a living hell and you couldn't live with him or your mother anymore, even when considering the fact that she wouldn't put her foot down. In hindsight you probably should've just moved back in with your dad and brother long before your mother had married your step father.

You could see the red flags that so clearly flew around his face but in the beginning you simply wanted to ignore it because you were going to school to be a teacher. Now that you had graduated with your masters degree there was nothing really holding you back and that included your mother.

When you FaceTimed with your older brother after graduating and told him that you had saved enough money up, that you wanted to move out of your mothers house, that you wanted to leave everything you had in New York and come back to Indiana where they lived. And your brother had the most simplistic answer to it all.

"Then if that's what your heart and mind is telling you, then come back to Hawkins. I wouldn't mind having my sister by my side and dad would love to see you again."

After Sam had mentioned those words to you, you gave him a bright smile and a quick nod. That night you began packing your belongings. You and your brother had discussed where you could live, he had pointed out the safest apartments in Hawkins. You filled up your car until none of your personal belongings were left in your mothers house.

The downside to starting over meant that you had to get new furniture, but you were lucky considering you had saved enough money for an apartment and new things as well. You had planned this out well before you brought it up to Sam. Without saying goodbye to your mother or step father you left New York and drove back home.

It took you 11 hours to drive from New York to Indiana. You had made a few stops along the way but it hadn't impacted your time on the road much. You had already rented out an apartment that wasn't far from where your brother and dad lived. They still lived with each other so it would make it easier if you wanted to do something with them.

Along the drive down to Hawkins your brother had called you and told you that a few of his friends would be helping you move your boxes from your car into your apartment. And then they would help with anything heavier once it was bought. For the first few nights you would be sleeping on an air mattress which didn't really bother you.

It would do until you could go out and get a bed. You had arrived just before nightfall, the sun was setting in the distance. It made a pretty view and one that you didn't know you missed until you moved back to Hawkins. You had just gotten your key to your apartment and were waiting for brother and dad to arrive along with a few of Sam's friends.

Your dad was actually the first to arrive, he pulled his truck up next to your four door Sedan. It was blue, one of your top three favorite colors. Looking down at your phone you saw a text from Sam saying that they would be there shortly. Placing your phone in the back of your pants pocket you walked towards your dad's truck as he climbed out and shut the door.

"There's my sweet baby!" Your dad said excitedly, with the brightest happiest smile plastered onto his lips.

"Hi, dad!" You spoke. Soon enough his arms were encased around your body as he pulled you in for a tight hug, one that you hadn't felt in a few years. "I missed you." You mumbled into his chest, with your eyes closed.

"Aw, I missed you too, princess." Your dad had no shame in calling you any kind of pet name. But you had and always would be his little princess. "I'm glad you're here now."

"Me too, dad." You pulled back from the hug and stared up at your father. He was still holding the smile on his lips as he continued to look down at you.

"How's your mother doing?" Allen questioned, his face had become serious but it was clear to you that sometimes it still hurt to talk about his ex-wife. He thought your mother was the love of his life and he thought he was hers. Though to you it seemed that your mother never really loved your father and she was just taking him along for the joy ride because they had Sam and then 2 years later had you.

"She's fine, she's with her boy toy. They're so perfect for each other it's disgusting. I had to get out of there before things got worse."

Your dad raised an eyebrow at the way you had mentioned that last sentence. "He didn't try to hurt you or anything like that did he?"

"No, god, no. He was just an ass who only cared about mom and wanted to make my life a living hell because I was a 24 year old still living with her mother. I'm just happy that I'll be starting out year 25 in my own apartment with a teaching job and I'll be closer to my dad and brother again." You tried your hardest to smile, but you knew your dad was picking up on the pain that was leaving your voice.

"If there's one thing in life I regret its that I didn't fight hard enough to get custody over you so you could live with your brother and I."

"It's okay, dad. Mom didn't want the responsibility of taking care of Sam because he was a troublemaker and difficult for her to work with. Apparently I was just easy for her."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short because your mother did. I'm so proud of the things you've accomplished in this past year alone and I can't wait to see what you'll do in the future, and I can't wait to see the impact you'll have in those kids' lives when you start teaching."

"Thank you dad." You smiled again, in the distance bikes could be heard which meant that your brother was now here. It was no secret that your brother was part of a biker club, you didn't have anything negative to say about it simply because the one he was a part of did a lot of good things not only for the community in Hawkins but surrounding communities as well.

"Your brother's here, let's get moving." Your dad walked towards your car and opened up your back door to start with that. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out you looked down to see a contact that you were trying to avoid at all cost and it wasn't your mother. After you find a teaching position you planned to get a new phone number so your ex could stop calling you.

You had gone the distance and blocked her from all social media that you did have, but you weren't too worried about it considering you felt you didn't have time to be on it. But you weren't so sure that would be enough of a cause for her to stop trying to contact you. She seemed to be a force to be reckoned with and she made your life far worse than the things your step father had said to you.

You only wished you had seen just who she truly was before it had gone down the wrong path. But you knew that maybe just maybe Hawkins could truly be the fresh start that you desperately needed. You looked away from your phone seeing your brother and a few of his friends pulling up next to your father's truck. Putting on a tight lipped smile you locked your phone and shoved it back in your pocket.

"Sam." You called out walking over to him as he pulled his helmet off his head. His brown hair fell from the helmet and you could instantly see the smile that fell onto his lips and how his eyes brightened when you called his name. He climbed off his bike and walked over to you pulling you in for a hug.

"I missed you so much, Bug." Sam said, you groaned at the nickname. Sam was never not going to call you Bug. When you were little you went through a very long phase and were obsessed with all kinds of bugs and had a lot of knowledge on them. You still to this day talk about certain bugs. But Sam started calling you Bug one day and never dropped it. Even sometimes the nickname would slip from your father's lips and your mother's lips.

"I missed you too," you pulled back from the hug as two of his friends walked over to you.

"I'd like you to meet some friends of mine. This is Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson. Guys this is my sister, I like to call her Bug so I am giving you permission to call her that too." Sam smirked at you while you rolled your eyes.

"It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Steve. Sam here wouldn't shut up about his little sister coming back home." Steve said, as he shook your hand. You took in Steve's look, his hair was great, far better than what you had seen in New York. He had on tight jeans, with a polo shirt (which kind of shocked you to say the least), and he topped it off with a leather jacket, covered for the most part in patches.

On the front right side of the jacket rested the name of the club they were in. "The Wolves", seemed to fight the look they all had going on. Your brother talked about his biker club as much as you would let him so you knew most of the members without having to meet them.

"Oh, I'm sure. He's probably more excited about me being here than I am." You chuckled afterwards, then your eyes landed on the tall curly haired man who you assumed was Eddie Munson.

You were already swooning over the way his hair was styled, the bangs that rested over his forehead really seemed to fit his personality. Well, at least whatever you could pick up just from looking at him. After meeting your ex-girlfriend and learning more about her you started to get better at reading people which had been part of the reason why you started to see things you didn't see before you started dating.

Eddie was wearing ripped jeans that went with the black boots he had on his feet. Your eyes drifted to his shirt to see that he had been wearing a slightly worn out Metallica shirt. Like Steve he had been wearing a leather jacket as well. But most of the patches he had on his were on the denim jacket that rested over the leather jacket. The club logo rested on the right side as well and it was surrounded by band patches and pins.

It really helped complete his look and you couldn't keep your eyes off Eddie. Something he smirked at because he had noticed your face. Finally your hand found its way to Eddie's and the two of you shook hands. He hadn't said anything to you yet, but you were sure you felt a jolt of electricity run through your hand. And for a moment you were almost certain that he had felt the same thing, especially when you had looked into his soft brown eyes.

"It's very nice to meet you, Bug." Eddie said, with a gentle smile following behind his words.

"Come on, boys, we don't got all night." Allen called out to the three.

You and Eddie removed your hands from each other. You walked back towards your car, and opened the door. Just as you started to reach for one of your boxes you had packed your phone buzzed again in your pocket. Only this time it was a simple buzz indicating that you had received a text message from someone.

With an exhale you let go of the box holding it up by your leg. Eddie watched from the other side of your car as you pulled your phone out to look at who had texted you. You thought that maybe there was a chance it would be your mom asking where you had gone. As you unlocked your phone, you felt your blood run cold when you stared directly at the message.

It read, "I'm going to find you, and you're coming back home with me." You had an annoyed look on your face that mixed with anger and fear. Eddie was still staring at you while you looked down at the phone, he could tell just by your posture and facial expression that something was off. You knew that most likely you were going to have to take this to court eventually. Which is something you didn't want to do, in all honesty that was the last thing you wanted.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie's voice ran through your ears and it suddenly felt comforting to hear his voice again. You looked up from your phone and placed your eyes on him as he held onto one of your boxes. Somewhere in between he had managed to pull his curly locks back into a low bun so his hair was out of the way.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You knew it was a lie because you were in fact not okay. But you didn't feel as though you could tell him let alone your brother or dad. The idea of telling anyone what was actually going on made you feel like you were being a burden to them. You didn't want to bother them with your problems because you knew you could solve them on your own.

Your brother and father couldn't know the real reason you had decided to up and leave your mother's house in the middle of the night. Sure you didn't like the way they talked to you but that was just a cover up for the simple fact that you were trying to escape another crazy ex, only this time it was your ex-girlfriend. She had made things a lot worse for you and more complicated than you wanted them to be.

Your ex was trying to make it clear to you that you were soulmates, but you disagreed with her time and time again. You weren't looking to settle down not yet anyway. You liked the idea of being in a relationship to a certain extent. Most of your relationships didn't last longer than 6 months at most. Though you had a thought that if something happened between you and Eddie he was going to be the one you married.

Well that's what you hoped for deep deep down. Eddie took notice once again of how lost in thought you had gotten. He wondered if this was an often occurrence or if it only happened in stressful situations like this one where you moved across the country. The metalhead could tell that something was definitely off, and it seemed whatever it was had to do with this move.

Eddie was going to make it his top priority that he figure out what it was that made you move back to your hometown, what made you decide to leave the city and head to a quiet town. He also knew one thing for certain, and it was that the second he laid his eyes on you that he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe from the horrors of the world; whatever they may be.

When Sam started talking about how you were thinking of moving back to Hawkins to be close to your dad and him, Eddie couldn't help but start to form a crush on you. The pictures that Sam had shown to him just didn't do enough justice. Your hair was longer than what it had been in the picture that had been taken. You had beautiful eyes that he felt that he could get lost in no matter what time of day.

And he thought that you looked super adorable in any type of clothes you'd wear. Right now you had jeans, and a pain blue t-shirt on, with a jacket covering your arms. You were also sporting a red pair of converse that looked a little to beat, like they had seen a lot of years. But the outfit looked really good on you. The only thing that Eddie really wanted to do was rip it off so he could see all of you.

Seeing you here now in front of him on the other side of your car, he knew there was no chance he'd be able to control himself around you. With a heavy sigh you shoved your phone back into your pocket and grabbed a hold of the box that rested on your leg. Before taking a step away from the car towards the apartment you stared up at it.

"I'm okay, I'll be okay. She can't do anything to me." You whispered to yourself, though Eddie had definitely heard you. It was enough for him to know that he was for sure going to keep you safe. He would just have to get more intel about why you were here and who you were running from so he could better prepare himself.

Eddie caught up with you as you walked towards your new apartment. You dreaded the future because of what could happen if your ex found where you had gone. But you also looked forward to it, you hoped Eddie might become something more than just your brother's friend. You already knew there was something about him that you liked and it wasn't because he was in the Wolves with your brother.

It had something to do with the spark that you had felt shoot through your hands. You weren't one to believe in all that lovey dovey crap but you could see something with Eddie, whether it ended up in a bad place or it ended up in a good place. You internally groaned knowing very well that this next year could either make or break you.

You weren't looking forward to all the possible outcomes of what could or might not happen. You only hoped that someone out there was watching over you. That there was someone out there helping to guide you in the direction you needed to go.

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Patching Up Mafia!Eddie After a Deal goes south

It is our lovely Evie AKA @funsonmunson-again’s birthday week! I believe I chose prompt number 13!

warnings: mentions of gun and knife violence, referral to blood, I think like two curse words, mentions of sex, my terrible writing.

You don’t know what’s going on. All you know is that it’s too late for this shit. It’s nearly 3 am and Eddie hasn’t come home. 3 am and you’re restless, having made your 3rd cup of coffee (Honestly it was sugar. Not a caffeine rush.). 3 am and the dogs haven’t stopped following you around, sensing your worry. Cerberus, the newest addition, is whimpering and you’ve tripped over him too many times to count or care.

You’re sure you’ve worn a hole in the kitchen floor with how many times you’ve paced it. A new wave of exhaustion hits you as you cradle your warm mug and you go to sit on the couch across the room, drawing your legs close to your chest. Cerberus comes to sit on your lap and Vecna rests his long nose on your knee.

You can’t stop thinking of all that might have happened to keep Eddie away. What if he’s hurt? Caught? You try not to think about any other implication of that, but of course sitting here, in his house, pictures of he and you in the most strategic places so no visitors could see, his dogs at your feet just trying to understand what was wrong, that plan obviously failed. Your face crumpled and hot tears streamed down your makeup-from-the-morning-before covered cheeks, your cat coming out of one of her many hiding places to curl up on your shoulders. You cry until your tears run dry, mourning what you don’t even know. Then the drowse overtaking you with the warmth of the animals and the hot drink running through you.

You sleep for what felt like 5 minutes, being woken up by the dogs barking and gravel crunching in the driveway, you keep your eyes shut, still trying to comprehend where you are, you hear the door open and close, the alarm beeping loudly before the code is punched in and the door locks.

“Hey boys, sorry I messed up your sleep schedule huh?” You hear his voice, whispering into the still light kitchen. You sit up and see the blood drops trailing along as Eddie walks around, opening cabinets in the kitchen and breaking the seal on a new bottle of bourbon. He’s not noticed you yet.

Diablo is the first to decide that it’s just dad and that you’re still better and saunters back over, nails clicking on the hardwood floor. “Ed?” you called quietly. You see him jump in surprise, instinctively reaching for his piece before noticing it’s you, his broad frame drooping noticeably as he walks over to you, stripping his harness and leg holsters, all the heavy weaponry dropping to the floor, spooking the cat.

You stand, an emotionless look spread on your face, tears of joy filling your eyes just to know he’s alive, standing in front of you, regardless of how hurt he is.

You open your arms and Eddie all but melts, curling his body over yours and wincing as he bent to nuzzle his face in your neck.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me Princess.” He mumbles right into your ear, you can hear his ragged breath under the skin of his tattooed chest.

You pull away from him in surprise, he winces at that too.

“Really? You think I’m not gonna wait up for you when you said you would be home 4. Hours. Ago.” You cross your arms and glare at him.

“Baby’m sorry it’s a new gang, they’re big and it’s- it doesn’t matter baby. Can we please go to sleep now?” He sounds so tired, his voice cracking from overuse.

This causes your gaze and heart to soften and you lead him upstairs.

You crawl into bed expecting him to just throw off his clothes and crawl in with you. But he doesn’t. He looks winded from the simple walk up the stairs, running his hand through his hair before undoing the velcro of his bulletproof vest and peeling it off, face crumpling in pain as he pulls it over his head and starts to unbutton his shirt.

He walks into the bathroom, Cerberus following him and nosing at his hand. Eddie sighs and rubs the puppy’s neck, his collar jangling.

You realize then just now exhausted Eddie must be, it’s how rigid his stance is, that makes you get up and stand next to him as he looks himself in the large mirror, peeling his shirt off to reveal a dark bruise on the side of his abdomen, a bullet shaped crater straight in the middle. He raised his arm and jabbed at it with a finger and hissed loudly.

“Fuckin HELL.” Ed bounced on his heels at the jutting pain.

“Baby that’s what you DON’T do are you tryin’ to hurt yourself more than you already are? What did you do, get shot??” You stepped closer to him and turned his body your way. You see several of the same bruises across his chest and a makeshift bandage made of blue surgical towel on his shoulder.

“Can you not tell by the bullet shaped divots?” He said unenthusiastically, staring down at you with unshed tears of exhaustion and pain in his calf-brown eyes.

|“Oh don’t be such a baby, you’ve had worse.” You feel comfortable enough to joke now that you know you’re boyfriend is not dead in an alleyway with coke in his pocket.

“Kitten, you couldn’t even take the judo flip I gave you yesterday.” Eddie gives you a pointed look while you bend over to get the first aid kit out of the cabinet. He makes no secret of ogling your ass in your PJ shorts, not even taking his eyes off of your hips and the way the tight fabric cups you in just the right place, in your looney tunes shorts mind you, when you turn around.

“Really? You must not be that hurt if you can still stare.” You put your hand on your hip with the kit in the other, eyes narrowed.

"C'mon baby, it's here that's hurt not my eyes!" He gestured down with his bruised hand. You roll your eyes and sit on the counter, beckoning him over to you.

"Kitten, you're really asking for it right now-" He starts with a chuckle, but is cut off by the light pop to his mouth, made by your hand.

"You're the patient. I'm the master." You use the latter word very suggestively and he definitely notices, what with the sudden huff he makes as he comes to stand in between your legs.

You push him back so you can see to pull the makeshift bandage off, revealing a rather gnarly-looking stab wound that had mostly patched itself over already. You look at him with sad eyes, because you can't imagine how much all of these bruises and knicks on his pretty porcelain body must ache and what he went through to get them all.

"What happened?" You say quietly while rubbing an alcohol wipe on the wound before putting a real bandage on it.

"Don't worry about it baby, alright?" He hisses when you poke at one of the bruises. "And leave those alone I'm begging you." Eddie cups your face and shakes it while he says this, his pretty face pleading.

You press a kiss to his nose and drop your hands.

"I can't do anything about those, so I guess you have to let them do their thing." You run your hand down his head to the hair tie holding in his tangled mane, pulling it loose and rubbing his roots.

He nods and steps back so you can get down and follow him to bed.

As you snuggle under the covers, you can't help but be grateful. Grateful for Eddie, for these killing-machine dogs that you love so much laying at the foot of your bed, for the ball of a white cat staring at you in the dark from the highest shelf in the room, for everything.

You and Eddie don't fall into your regular snuggling situation, since spooning would hurt, so you settle for throwing your leg over his and facing him, running your hands over his cheekbone as his breath evens into relaxation but not quite sleep.

"Ed?" You whisper, nearly straight into his ear.

He grumbles in response, his heavy eyelids barely fluttering.

"Please don't do that again.." You give a few butterfly kisses to the junction between his jaw and neck.

"I promise, honey." Eddie scoots a little closer to you, further wrapping his thick arms around what he can reach with the position.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Kitten."

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edsforehead · 1 year

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February ‘23 Fic Rec List

Fic rec list for Eddie Munson, JQ’s other roles, and potentially some other ST/misc characters.

🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark MULTI-PART FICS The edge 🗡 (Part 1 | Part 2) by @latenightsimping Take it good (Rockstar!Eddie x Bartender!Reader) (Part 1) @myosotisa Baby, baby (Trucker!Eddie x Waitress!Reader) ☁️🔥🗡 (Part 2) @hellfirehottie420 Bets, deals and favors(excon!linecook!Eddie x roomate!reader) 🔥🗡 (Part 1) by @pinkrelish There’s a place for me 🗡 (Part 1) by @loveshotzz ONE SHOTS Caught me slippin’ (Escort!Eddie) 🔥 by @uglypastels As long as you need (Bestfriend!Eddie) 🔥 by @lilacletter All mine (older!Eddie) 🔥 by @hard-candy-writing Construction worker!Eddie x reader 🔥 by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Dance Macabre (vampire!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @kasbite Scream my name (ghostface!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @userquinn Love like blood (vampire!Eddie) 🕷️🔥🗡 By @punk-in-docs You’re soaked, let me get you a towel 🕷️🔥 by @sweetpeapod BLURBS Mean!dom!Eddie 🔥 by @ceriseheaven Eddie can’t sleep and comes over 🗡☁️ by @uglypastels Perv!Eddie x bestfriend!reader and thighfucking 🔥 by @newlips Janitor!Eddie realizing he’s in love ☁️ by @funsonmunson-again JanitorEddie x pregnant!teacher!Reader ☁️ by @funsonmunson-again Eddie + restaurant + chopsticks ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Eddie + Hospital + Morphine button ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Eddie + Detention + Diary ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Bouncer!Eddie being a taste tester for Bartender!reader 🔥 by @funsonmunson-again Bully!Eddie choking you 🔥 by @usedtobecooler Dark!Possessive!Eddie thots 🔥🕷️ (part 1 | part 2 | part 3) via @ceriseheaven Janitor!Eddie x reader!teacher ☁️ by @funsonmunson Bully!Eddie finding out a boy flirted with you 🕷️ by @prettybabybaby Bully!Eddie x tutor!Reader 🕷️🔥 by @prettybabybaby Bully!Eddie x cheerleader!reader 🕷️🔥 by @prettybabybaby You and bouncer!Eddie fucking in the walk-in 🔥 by @funsonmunson Caught in 2k (Best friend!Eddie) ☁️ by @myosotisa Eddie woofing at you after you call him a horndog ☁️ by @roanniom Bouncer!Eddie by @funsonmunson Eddie sneaking into your room 🔥 by @sweetpeapod

MISC Fate or design...? (enjolras x reader arraigned marriage) (Part 1 | Part 2) ☁️🔥 by @ceriseheaven Chop chop slide (kurt kunkle) 🔥🕷️ by @usedtobecooler Persistent (Dark!Joel miller) 🔥🕷️ by @mypoisonedvine Dad!steve x babysitter!reader 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine

#fic recs

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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oneforthemunny's masterlist

reposting from my deleted blog funsonmunson-again as well as new works :)

latest work: surprise, surprise |eddie munson x reader| (updated on april, 12th)

older!dilf!eddie munson x reader masterlist

mafia!eddie munson x reader masterlist

rockstar!eddie munson x reader masterlist

cowboy!eddie munson x reader masterlist

dom!eddie munson x brat!reader masterlist

janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader masterlist

bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader masterlist

modern!eddie munson x reader masterlist

modern!steddie x reader masterlist

boxer!eddie munson x reader masterlist

hockey player!eddie munson x reader masterlist

extras:

hard learning |dom!steddie x sub!brat! reader|

stop in the name of love |cop!eddie munson x reader|

yandere!eddie munson x reader series masterlist

munny's one-derful year masterlist

munny's merriest masterlist

oneforthemunny spooky stories

munny's fic rec's

oneforthemunny's summertime writing game (happening all summer long!!!)

funson's bday challenge masterlist (from my deleted blog funsonmunson-again)

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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@funsonmunson-again's Birthday Week Writing Challenge The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie The Prompt: #6: write me something domestic. use your eddie of choice, reader pregnant or not, just give me something for my ovaries to combust to. show me dad!eddie Words: 500-ish Summary: Oliver has a nightmare.

You're in the Teacher Zone, grading your twelfth book report of the night at the kitchen table, when a sniffle brings you back to reality.

You look up and see your little Oliver standing in the hallway, peeking around the corner at you.

"Hey, bud. You okay?"

He sniffles again in response.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

He nods. A quick glance at your watch tells you it's 10:32.

You set your pen down and push the paper away, scooting your chair back from the table a bit and opening your arms. Oliver walks toward you, teddy bear held tightly under one arm, and crawls into your lap. You wrap your arms around him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"You wanna tell me about it?"

He shakes his head.

"Okay," you whisper.

You hold him and run your fingers through his hair for a few minutes, and when you feel his head get a little heavier, you begin to gently sway from side to side in your chair. Just a little bit. That's all it takes. He's out again in under a minute.

You don't want to wake him up by trying to move him, so when you're sure he's really asleep, you reach for the paper you were reading when he came in. It's a bit of a stretch, but you're still close enough to the table to scribble notes and make corrections with one arm.

After marking the final paper, you notice that it's a little too quiet. Eddie must've turned off the TV, which had been serving as white noise from the next room. You turn your head to look toward the living room, and see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a sleepy smile on his face.

"He alright?" he asks quietly, coming closer.

"Just a nightmare," you whisper, putting your pen back on the table. Eddie kneels by your side and looks up at you with his big, beautiful eyes full of concern. You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear and cup the side of his face. He closes his eyes and sighs, leaning into your touch.

After a moment, he opens his eyes and asks, "Want me to take him?"

You nod, and Eddie reaches up to slide his hands under Oliver's arms. He lifts the boy and pulls him closer, standing up and holding him in a hug. He looks toward the floor, where the bear has fallen.

You pick it up and silently lead the way to Ollie's bedroom. You pull the covers out of the way so Eddie can gently lay him back in his place on the bed, then tuck his beloved teddy bear back into his arms before covering him up.

Oliver sighs contentedly and snuggles his bear closer.

You stand there with Eddie for a moment, just admiring your little boy. You lean your head on his shoulder and wrap an arm around his waist, and he pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head.

You couldn't ask for anything more than your two sweet boys.

For now, anyway.

#writings of despair #funsonsbdaygame #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #janitor!eddie #ok i'm done now i promise

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munsonology · 1 year

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Horny thots! 18+ only!

Cowboy!eddie tying your legs above your head to expose your ass and cunt to the flogging they deserve.

Spanks your pussy until you cum, “since you like wearing these lil’ flip flops, how about you give me a puddle to step in, girlie.”

@funsonmunson-again evie you bring out the whore in me

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fem!reader #fem reader #munsonology’s cowboy!eddie #cowboy!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie

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mysticmunson · 1 year

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peace (eddie x reader)

an: this is for @funsonmunson-again birthday celebration, a mafia eddie blurb :) im very tired and didn't proof read but i love ur adaptions of eddie so i hope you enjoy! (started listening to peace by taylor swift and got inspo)

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, smut (18+)

11:53 pm.

He was late.

Eddie was supposed to be back from his job at 10, assuring you that you’d have a night of takeout and movies when he returned. Instead, you paced the long hall, biting your nail as Lucifer and Vecna lay at each end with Dio and Zeus sitting on the couch in the living room.

Given his line of work, you didn’t wonder about the typical reasons he could be tardy like traffic or added assignments. Being kept mostly in the dark with his antics, you had to paint your own picture as to what occurred, for better or for worse.

Jeff was in his bedroom, the light still on with the occasional sound of shuffling trailing through the house. It was the only reassurance that something hadn’t gone majorly wrong, that Jeff hadn’t run out in a frenzy or was talking loudly on the phone. You just tried to remind yourself of this as you toyed with your wet hair.

Just a minute before midnight, the front door opened with only one bark from the dogs before a harsh, ‘Down.’. Eddie walked in with only one cut on his face, Gareth trailing behind and locking the door to retreat to his own bedroom.

Reaching your bedroom, his shoulders dropped as you approached, grabbing his cheeks to look at his gash. Taking his hand, you took him to the bathroom, flicking on the light as he stripped his shirt and jeans for comfort. He hopped on the counters as you fetched the first aid kit, setting it on the marble beside his thigh.

“Ugh, today was long.” He sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you angled his jaw to give you access to his wound. The cold alcohol made him hiss, dabbing it to clean the surrounding skin, securing it with a bandaid.

As much as you wished you could take the apology and head to bed, the build-up of emotions lingered as he sat before you. His nonchalance further solidified your apprehensiveness, choosing to look him over a few times to make sure none were missed.

The dead air made him uneasy as you stroked his knuckles that were narrowly bruised, turning a shade of deep purple with splotches of maroon. Allowing his eyes to reopen, he noticed a few tears dripping down your cheeks, unable to see your eyes as you looked down.

“Kitten?” He began, going to hold your waist until you walked away, dropping the blood-stained rag on the floor. His exhaustion was uplifted from his body as he sprung into action, able to cut in front of you before you could walk out of the bedroom.

His chest heaved as he barricaded the exit, your figure unmoving, staring towards the floor at your sock-clad feet. Backing away a step, you took a shaky breath and a sniffle as anxiety bloomed within his chest.

Finally meeting his glance, his heart fell to his gut as your eyes were bloodshot, tears rimming the edges before slipping down your skin. Wiping them swiftly, you rolled your shoulders and coughed to clear your throat, not doing much to assist your current state.

“Eddie, you scared me so fuckin’ bad. When other guys are late from work it’s usually just rush hour or catching a drink with friends, meanwhile, I was pacing for 2 hours wondering if my boyfriend was dead!” You choked, covering your trembling mouth with your hand.

Taking you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his middle as he sat on the edge of the neatly made bed that should’ve had your bodies in it hours ago. Rubbing your back in soothing circles, he hoped the perfect response would come to him, but with your shaking frame within his touch, he found himself stuck.

With a kiss on your forehead, he stroked your hair down on both sides, holding your face to let him wipe away the streams.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll make sure to text you if I’m running late or won’t be home on time.” He promised as your foreheads pressed together, noses gliding beside each other, “You mean the world to me, I never want to make you feel like that, I’m okay and I’ll always make sure you are too.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cracked lips as small circles were drawn on your hip bones. There was a prominent heaviness weighing on him, you could tell as he held you, that something was slowly consuming him. You knew better than to ask, it would only make him retreat, never wanting his walls torn down.

“I’m sorry I’ll never bring you peace, I’ll try my best to.” He whispered, looking down at his lap until your finger forced his chin upwards. There wasn’t a smidge of dishonesty in his eyes, knowing this had been a concern of his that loomed silently.

In the middle of the night, he would sometimes glance down at your sleeping frame, admiring how calm you seemed in his arms. He feared it would vanish, that his tranquility would run out and drive you away from him.

He could never admit to you these things, not wanting to plant the idea in your head and not wanting to seem paranoid. But he made sure to hold you extra tight those nights, feeling you naturally adjust to his body against yours and hoping no one would take his place.

“Eddie, you mean so much to me, I feel safest with you.” You confirmed, watching some of the tension dissipate at the reassurance that he deeply needed. Though timed for when you felt vulnerable, you knew his admission was not to derail your own, but rather to come clean.

Tucking his hair behind his ears, you kissed him gently, slotting your lips together in harmony. His usual tender grip that settled on your ass was replaced with a delicate one, just to move you closer to him.

Undoing the knot on your robe, your mix-matched underwear didn’t feel sexy, but neither did this moment. There was an underlying need to embrace one another more than usual, discarding your remaining clothing soon after. His boxers fell to the floor as he scooted to the middle of the bed, following shortly behind him as you threw a leg over his waist.

Pushing his shoulder with one finger, you expected him to fall to his back, but he didn’t budge. He put a worn hand on your hip and the other to stroke himself a few times, hardening enough to enter you.

“Want you close, kitten.” He mumbled, looking at his cock as he slid himself inside of you, chest tightening as your cunt gripped him like a vice.

Easing downward, you were snug against him as you began to rock back and forth. Your chest was against his, feeling the heat radiating off of him as his heart beat faster. He took the hair tie from his wrist to bring your hair from your face, securing it in a loose bun behind you.

He guided most of your movements, shuddering when you’d clench and moaning when you’d whimper. His hand went over the expanse of your back, wandering around the skin that was usually too far to reach or pressed against something while intimate.

“I love you.” Eddie mustered out, breathing into your mouth, catching it hastily in a kiss.

“I love you too, Eds. So much.” You mewled, gripping his firm shoulders as your climax inched forward, tingling your toes. He slipped the hand from your spine to your clit, rubbing small circles as you cried out.

“That’s it, kitten, let go for me.” He cooed, soon feeling the stutter of your hips as he felt his own orgasm sneak up on him.

“Fuck, good girl, my girl.” He mumbled, pulling you further down onto his length as warmth covered your insides.

Your cheek hit his chest as his reached your head, holding each other as if being pulled away in seconds. The reminisce of scars littered his shoulder blades, loving every single one and how only you got to see them this close. The small slivers of skin that were practically pure white, slightly pink as the skin healed itself.

His hand cradled your cheek against himself, pecking your forehead, reminding him you were right where you needed to be. They would worry about cleaning up in a minute, but for now, as their blood pressure returned to normal, they chose to pretend they only existed within these walls.

Sweet nothings were murmured with affirmations of their love until sleep felt too soon to ignore. Standing on shaking legs, he smiled as you walked like a baby deer to the bathroom, following to clean himself up as well.

Wordlessly lifting you in his arms afterward, he set you beneath the covers, slipping in beside you. There was little space between the two of you as you fell into a peaceful slumber, knowing he was right beside you. As he looked down at his arms, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, holding you tightly. Not in fear that you’d leave, but the assertion that he had one thing that brought him peace.

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