#older!dilf!eddie

[oneforthemunny]

older!eddie calls you ‘bunny’. 18+.

what seems to be an affectionate, sweet, cutesy little nickname actually came from a rather filthy night the two of you had.

you’d been bouncing on his cock for what felt like hours, climbed on top and riding him, hips swirling, slamming against his hairy thighs. your fingers raked over his soft tummy, coated with a smattering of hair that went to his base, coarse hair providing friction for you to grind your clit into.

“god, I love it when you bounce on my cock like this, sweetheart.” eddie grunted, calloused hands gripping your hips, lazily thrusting up into you. “you just bounce and bounce and bounce.” he grinned, hearing your little whines and mewls, face pinched in pleasure.

“you’re just like a little rabbit, aren’t ya? hoppin’ all over my dick?” eddie purred. you clamped around him, hips lifting and dropping deeper, harder. “fuck- you’re just my little bunny, aren’t ya?”

you nodded, whimpers tumbling out of your mouth as he thrusted into you, meeting your hips. “say it for me, baby.” eddie rasped, cigarette stained lungs from years of smoking making his voice huskier, sexier. “say you’re my little, bunny.”

“I-I’m- oh, fuck- I’m your little bunny.” you whimpered, nails digging in harder, grinding your hips in slow circles.

eddie chuckled, fingers reaching around to rub your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine, deep, pornographic moans ripping out of your throat.  he liked you like this. so fucked out and desperate you’d do anything he said, say anything he wanted.

“again.” eddie said, fingers pressing into your clit, tight circles rubbing against your sensitive button.

the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap, so close you were practically seeing stars already. eddie knew it. he thrusted up into you, fingers rubbing you as you gasped, head leaning back tipping towards the ceiling.

“i’m your bunny, i’m your little bunny, eddie. oh my fuck-“ chest heaving, you fell forward, head spinning and resting in the crook of his inked neck.

later, eddie’s limbs were tangled with yours, sheets sprawled over the two of you. he had a cigarette lit between his lips, blowing the smoke away from you while you cling to his chest. you were always clingy after sex, pliant and needy; he loved it.

“you fallin’ asleep on me, bunny?” eddie grumbled, grinning down at you as your eyelids fluttered.

you snorted. “that nicknames sticking?” you asked, cheeky smile hidden in his chest.

eddie grinned, bumming the cigarette and turning, kissing you deep. soft pillowy lips catching yours, the faint taste of nicotine on his tongue. his beard ticked your top lip, nose rubbing against yours. you scrunched yours up, giggling as he grinned at you.

“g’night, my little bunny.”

[lightvixxen]

Innocent act pt2, don't be a brat.

Ahh!! Thank u all for your love on innocent act!! Also, there will be a pt3 after this!! Read pt1 here , read pt3!

18+! MINORS DNI

Word count: 2k

Reblogs, comments, and likes absolutely make my day and are encouraged!

WARNINGS: age gap- Eddie is 30, the reader is 18+ Language, arguments, Eddie tells reader she’s acting like a child, pet names, dom!Eddie, Sub!reader, readers dad is a cop, spanking, fingering, face fucking, edging + over stimulation, degradation, degradation kink, praise kink, Eddie punishes reader for being a brat

Summary: after a fight with your dad, your brought over to Eddies house, where you end up arguing. Somehow the argument ends when Eddie decides he needs to do something about your bratty attitude.

Taglist: @thefreakofhawkins86 , @yaspillz

I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK COPIED AND PASTED TO OTHER WEBSITES,

You sat on Eddie's couch pouting as he talked to your father at the door, you and your father had gotten into an argument only a few minutes ago.

“Make sure she doesn’t get out, she had a fake ID no telling what else she’s done.” You heard your father say from the door, “sad I can’t trust my daughter.” He yelled from the doorway.

“Don’t worry! I’ll watch her like a hawk, you and your wife go have fun tonight. It's deserved.” Eddie covered your father's view of you on the couch. A few more minutes go by and you hear the door almost slam shut.

“So, you wanna tell me what happened? Why you were escorted to my door at…” Eddie checked his watch “8 pm” you sigh, “I accidentally left my fake ID on the counter, and when I realized daddy had already found it.” you stood up, walking over to Eddie. “Then we fought…”

—-

Your father had busted into your room, demanding to know why your ID said 21 and not 18. “Because daddy! I wanted to get into the hideout to watch Eddie perform! They don't let eighteen-year-olds in!” Your father sighed loudly.

“You’re grounded” you stood from your bed quickly after hearing this “you can’t ground me! I’m eighteen! Almost nineteen! I’m a legal adult!” You almost yelled, stomping your foot down onto the Carpeted floor, almost in disbelief he would try and ground you!

“You still live under my roof, young lady! My word is law in this household, and I say you're grounded!” His voice raised to match yours, a screaming match bubbling to the surface “Now, your mother and I have a date, you can either walk yourself to Munsons or I can cuff, and escort you.”

—-

“And now I'm here…” halfway through your recount of the fight, you ended up in Eddie's lap on the couch. Legs were thrown over his, and head resting against his shoulder. “God, he's such an asshole. I turn 19 in a month! He can't ground me!”

Eddie makes a sound of disagreement, “technically, he can, I got grounded by cops all the time as a teenager.” you rolled your eyes, almost scoffing. “You mean arrested and put in jail.” Eddie grins, “same difference, doll.” you moved off his lap, standing in front of him. “You don’t agree with him, do you?” You questioned, Eddie hasn’t exactly stated which side he’s on.

“Do I think he’s overreacting? Yes, but mainly because I was doing way worse than using a fake ID at your age. Do I get where he's coming from? Also yes.” you groaned “you so agree with him!” “Hey now, I didn't say that.” “you implied it!” Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sweetheart-” you crossed your arms, raising your voice as anger bubbled up slowly. “No! Don't you sweetheart me!”

Eddie stared at you, almost surprised by your sudden outburst. “You complain about being treated like a child then decide to act like one, you're not helping yourself.”, you huffed “maybe I wouldn't act like a child if I wasn't treated like one! Both of you still treat me like one!” Eddie had to laugh at that, between the first time you had sex with each other and now, he doubts he's treated you like a kid.

“So by your definition, me treating you like a child is me fucking you stupid for months?” You stuttered slightly “w-well- that’s not what I meant and you know it!” Eddie grabbed your hips, pulling you between his legs, the smell of weed, tobacco, and cologne filled your senses. “Then give me an example of me treating you like a child.” You really couldn’t, you had only said it in the heat of the moment. Anger blinded you and now you’ve backed yourself into a corner.

So of course, you did the only logical thing you could, “fuck you” you mumbled quietly, praying he didn't hear you. Eddie could be fucking ruthless when he wanted to be. “I'm sorry what?” the grip on your hips tightened, and the cold metal of his rings dug into the skin exposed by your crop top. “I didn't quite catch that baby, what did you say?” you sighed, mentally preparing yourself for the punishment that will ensue. but since you decide to be a brat, might as well commit to the act.

“Fuck you, old man” you internally smirked at yourself, Eddie wasn’t that old, but his reactions, whenever you called him old, were priceless. Though right now, it’s going to earn a punishment. Eddie’s voice lowered, “Alright, just remembered you asked for this” Eddie pulled you in, maneuvering you to lay across his lap on your stomach, his hands pulling down the thin cotton of your pajama shorts and underwear. Eddie's jeans are rough against your bare thighs, he must’ve been getting ready for a show. You thought. Eddie's hand rubs the flesh of your ass slowly,

“Can't wait to see this cute ass all bruised up…” he talked darkly, Eddie loved making things difficult for you. He loved making it hard for you to sit, let alone walk. The first strike came down hard, making you yelp and jump slightly, he hadn’t bothered to take off the rings that adorned his fingers. “count.” Eddie said sternly, “one,” you said weakly. You would be a liar if you said, Eddie wasn't hot like this, you fucking loved when Eddie was mean and rough with you.

“Two!” you yelped, as Eddie's hand came down on your ass again, the strike was just as hard as the first. Eddie's hand soothed the soft flesh of your butt. “Look at you baby, actin all tough until I get you like this. A spoiled brat who just needed attention.” you could feel how wet you got at his words, maybe you are a little bit of a masochist because you definitely shouldn't have been getting off on this.

“Your bein mean, sir! M, not a brat!” you know you really shouldn't talk back, give him any more reasons to punish you but you couldn't help it. You were addicted to Eddie when he was like this. Eddie growled, giving your ass another smack “Oh no sweetheart, I’m being nice I could be a hell of a lot meaner and get my belt. spank you with that, make pretty little welts on your ass.”

Eddie gave you a total of 15 strikes. By the end, you were a sobbing, moaning mess, subconsciously grinding your bare pussy onto Eddie’s jean-clad thigh. “Pathetic slut…I’m trying to punish you, and getting off on it.” His fingers found their way to your pussy, pushing in slowly “your soaked doll, you enjoy being spanked that much?” He asked, slowly pushing his fingers in and out. You moaned and nodded, rocking back onto his finger, which surprisingly, Eddie didn't stop you. “Words pretty girl, words,” he told you, his fingers working in and out of you, the cold press of his rings against your cunt made you shiver.

“Yes! Love it when you spank me, sir,” you whined, praying he would let you off easy. Your back arched, you were quickly approaching your orgasm, his fingers found your G-spot quickly, zeroing in on it. “Yeah, all you needed was some attention, huh doll? Acting out because you just wanted me. There are better ways to get my attention doll.” Eddie dragged you close to the edge before ripping his fingers away from your leaking cunt. You whined at the loss, “Now I have to punish you, can't have my good girl thinking she can be bad.”

Eddie's finger delved back into your cunt again. This felt like it went on forever, being taken to the edge only to be ripped away again. Every so often Eddie would smack your ass lightly, your wetness on his fingers only added to the sting.

You cried the last time he pulled his fingers out.

“Think you can kneel, sweetheart?” you nodded, moving out of his lap and onto the floor.

Eddie spread his legs, giving you room to move in between them, you palmed at his erection, earning a groan from him. Your hands slowly unbuckled his belt, before quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down just enough to free his cock. Wrapping a hand around his shaft you pumped your hand up and down slowly, thumb swiping against the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over his length. His dick barely fit into your small hands. Eddie was big and thick, his size was a little intimidating if you were being honest.

But you pressed kisses to the head of his cock, and down his shaft, giving him small kitten licks when you could. Eddie's hand tangled in your hair, “c’mon baby, don't be a brat and tease, suck me off.” you kept eye contact as you took him into your mouth. You took him as far as you could without gagging, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Eddie groaned above you, praises falling from his lips as his grip tightens in your hair, guiding you to bob up and down on his cock. “Mmm, fuck just like that sweetheart, always feel so good on me.” He moaned.

“Wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours-” a sharp inhale left him as your tongue traced around a vein, “you gonna let me? Make you choke and gag on my cock, Maybe then you'll learn something.” you made a sound of approval, sending vibrations through his dick. “Fuck sweetheart- you still remember the safe word?” you nodded to the best of your ability and sent another round of vibrations to say you knew and remembered. One tap to slow down, two to stop.

“Goodgirl” was the only warning you got before Eddie snapped his hips into your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your hair to keep you in place. Eddie roughly thrusted into your mouth. “Shit,

Always a whore for me, letting me use you like my personal fleshlight- Fuck!” he groaned loudly, warmth and a bitter taste filling your mouth. You whined, pulling off his cock and opening your mouth. You had hoped he would've lost his control and cum inside of you, like always did. “Swallow, slut.” you closed your mouth and swallowed his cum. Hoping listening to his commands would earn you at least one orgasm.

“C'mere pretty girl.” he pulled you back up into his lap, capturing you in a needy kiss, his tongue slipped into yours while wandering hands found their way to your already bruised butt. A light smack to the sore skin had you moaning into the kiss. Eddie kneaded the flesh there, almost sorry for the bruises that'll sprout there. Almost. Eddie moved down to your neck, biting and sucking at the almost completely faded love bites. Creating more for you to cover up later. “I think you earned a reward, what do you think doll?” you nodded slowly “please sir, been s’good for you” You wish you could’ve seen the mischievous look on Eddie's face or the glint in his eyes.

Eddie moved you to straddle one of his thighs, “here's the deal sweetheart, you ride my thigh and you get to cum” you whined again, disappointment evident. “Brats don't get to cum on my cock, think about this the next time you decide to act up. Now you gonna ride my thigh and cum, or are you going to bed pent up?” when your hips moved slowly he chuckled darkly, the noise being sent straight to your pussy. “That's what I fuckin thought.”

Your clit rubbed harshly against his jeans. You looked down to where you had been kneeling and noticed a wet spot, you could already feel the bruises forming on your knees. You whined, tucking your face into Eddie's neck as you chased your orgasm. Feeling a damp spot starting to form under you from where your pussy was leaking. You were wetter than you had been before, Eddie was just so fucking hot when he was pissed off at you. Your hips fell into a steady rhythm as you quickly approached the edge, it didn't take long to build yourself up.

“Oh fuck- gonna cum Eds, please, please, let me come!” you moaned pathetically. Eddie shushed you “it's alright pretty girl you can come now.” His permission sent you straight over the Edge, your orgasm racking through your body, and a loud moan- practically a scream left you. Your hips stuttered to a stop, you were completely fucked out. “Did I say stop?” Eddie asked you “wha- what?” Eddie's hands wrapped around your hips, starting your rhythm back up again. “Oh did I not mention? You get to come over and over again!” Eddie exclaimed like that wasn't one of the most horrifying sentences you've heard tonight.

“Get ready sweetheart, you're not walking outta here tomorrow,” he mumbled as he gave you your second orgasm of the night. Which was only the beginning of the 6 more orgasms he would rip out of you

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The Almost Breakup

note: short but i'm happy with it

also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3

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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute

icarly_: Isla is so pretty

Metalhead_: she's such a slut

13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!

im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era

y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!

for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable

CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.

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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.

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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..

princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla

anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding

munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world

y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson

philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross

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Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will. 

Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids. 

“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.

“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.

“Why not?”

“Isla-”

“Can you ask-”

“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool. 

“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.

“Leo, we're not talking about this.”

“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”

“Leo. I ca-”

“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.” 

Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?

“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”

“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.

-

Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety. 

Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that. 

Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”

At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.

“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”

“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers. 

“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”

Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.

“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.

“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.

“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek. 

“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.

“I love you too.”

“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.

“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”

“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”

“Of course, he did a great job.”

“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”

“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.” 

-

“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll take you.”

The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it. 

“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.

“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.

“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”

“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.

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Eyes for the Geezer

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Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

Part 1 // part 3

Part 2

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Everything was going great,Wyatt was laughing at his dad's joke. You were chatting up with Beth sipping some cheap wine,All four of y'all were being peaceful with each other and you liked it. You liked being a part of things like this.You like feeling included instead of being left out.

You can get used to this.

That's until Wyatt's phone went off and it was like the whole energy in the room shifted.

Wyatt started up an old argument from years ago which caused a yelling battle in front of his parents.

Was it embarrassing?

Yes.

Was Wyatt being an asshole?

Definitely.

Wyatt did the most childish he can ever possibly do

He

Left

Without

You!

You gotta be fucking kidding me! What were you supposed to do now ,you can't just stay in someone's house that you barely knew.

Eddie felt terribly bad that Wyatt was being a dick to you.

But he did get to have you at this house, so that was a bonus.

Eddie didn't want to take you back to the hotel so he made up an excuse saying he was very tired and and maybe you and Wyatt needed some space from each other so he let you sleep in their guest bedroom for tonight . Eddie went to go get the room cleaned up for you like a good man he was.

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On the other hand Beth was already pissed that her son left a woman in her house she barely knew. Which was understandable But you were too tired to even care about what she said.

You just needed Eddie to hurry up with the room .

Maybe some good sleep would help you but tomorrow you needed to go talk to Wyatt and sort things out with him.

You love him and you weren't going to let a little fight get between the both of you.

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Eddie lays out a new sheet on the bed for you as he Puffs up your pillows for your pretty little head. He wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He thought to himself for a second.

Would it be wired for him to turn on the cameras that were in the guest room?

Yes,yes it would. but hey no one had to know.

He just wanted the camera on so he could keep an eye on you and to make sure you were okay and safe.

He just wanted to make sure his guest was comfortable.

Yeah keep on telling that lie to yourself munson.

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Eddie heads downstairs after he got his camera to turn on making sure that he could see the video footage on his phone.

He swears he's just doing it to check up on you.

That's all.

"Hey y/n the room is all yours now." Eddie said as he led you upstairs.

"Thank you Eddie this means Alot,sorry about the whole argument that me and Wyatt got into . I swear we were okay till now. I don't know what got into him." You apologize putting your purse down on the Queen size bed slipping your coat off from your tired body.

Oh,if only you knew what he knew.

"Don't apologize sweetie,it wasn't your fault. Wyatt can be an ass sometimes,but he gets that from his mom." Eddie said, leaning against the door of the guest room. You giggle at Eddie's little comment about Wyatt.

"No but seriously don't feel bad."

"I know but I can't help it , I didn't want to be a disturbance to your family the first time I meet y'all." You sit at the edge of the bed taking off your beat up boots.

Eddie eyed you as you leaned down to take your boots off, he caught a glimpse of your perky breasts from the opening of your shirt. He shifted his legs leaning on the other foot quickly pulling the crock of his pants away to his already hard bulge.

Fuck him for getting old and getting hard so quickly.

"You're not a disturbance y/n."

"That's not what your wife thinks." You tell Eddie as you look up at him.

You were right,but Beth hates everyone. It was normal.

"Yeah well ,this isn't her house it's mine so you're allowed to stay here as long as you please." Eddie told you to put a smile on your face.

God you had such pretty lips with a pretty smile.

He was just about to say fuck the plan so he could feel your lips on his.

Take a deep breath Eddie not yet.

"That's very kind of you Eddie thank you" You tell him

"No problem sweetheart, we're friends now and friends help out friends." He applied as he backed out the door.

"WAIT EDDIE."' you said as he turned his head back into your view.

"Yes?'

"Do you have anything to wear I don't feel like sleeping in my jeans tonight." You asked, biting your bottom lip.

"Uh yeah let me check I'll be right back."

"THANK YOU!" You yell down the hall as he quickly jogs to his only to see Beth already in bed flipping through the channel on the tv.

"What did she want to know?" Beth asked as her eyes were still on the tv.

"She needs some clothes to sleep in so I'm checking your draw real quick." Eddie said as he opened the drawer tossing clothes out of her drawer not caring if he was making a mess.

"You gotta be fucken kidding me ,first she fights with our son then she stays the night and now you're letting her wear my clothes. Are you serious right now Edward?" She asked as Eddie van heard the venom in her words.

"For fucks sakes Elizabeth she didn't start shit with Wyatt he's just an ass and she can stay here as long as she wants, fuck she can maybe move in if she wanted for all I care, and lastly This is my house not yours." Eddie slamming the dresser drawer.

"And you know what she doesn't need your clothes I'll just let her use mine." Eddie stomped into his shared closet looking through his clothes looking for a big shirt since he didn't have pants to give you. He pulls out one of his old work flannels as he storms out of his bedroom knocking at the guest room you were in .

"Hey so funny story, Beth did want me to give you any of her clothes so I found an old flannel of mine because I did NOT have pants for you, so you can just button it up and pray to God that it will cover your body." He let out an awkward chuckle.

"Oh, no that's okay I'm perfectly fine with that.Thank you." You take the flannel out from Eddie's hands.

He felt the coldness of the tip of your finger on his palm as you grabbed the flannel from him.

Yeah okay that he needed to get out of there IMMEDIATELY.

"Well okay I'm gonna go lay down if you need anything I mean anything just knock on our door and let me know."

"Alrighty Eddie thank you goodnight." You tell him as you let a tired yawn out stretching out your arms.

"Good night sweetie." Eddie left and quickly ran into his room entering his bathroom not caring what Beth was complaining about now. He locked the door behind him quickly pulling out his phone as he pressed on his home security cameras.

Eddie didn't feel one bit of guilt as he slid down his pants to his ankles as he set his phone on the toilet top hovering his cock over the toilet bow as he watched you take off your top.

Eddie took his length into his own hands as he teased himself slowly starting at the tip of his leaking cock.he looks back at his phone as he sees you throwing your shirt on he bed,from the view he had he saw how your tits jiggle at every movement you made.he could see you reaching down to undo your pants he teases the tip as he smears his fluids all around his leaking tip as he grabs his ball with his other hand massaging them with his finger.He bites down on his lip trying to keep quiet as his wife is in the other room.you dropped your pants to floor bending down as he sees a perfect views of your round ass. Eddie strokes himself as he could ear the wet sounds of his hand meeting his cock .He closed his eyes for a second imagining your kneeling down in front of his while he strokes himself, he really wanted to cum in your mouth but also on your tits or wait! maybe on your ass or even better inside if you he wondered how tight you would be and if you would giggle while he slips his cock into your tight Young pussy. His thoughts got so wrapped up in his head he forgot that he was watching you. Eddie opens his eyes only to see that you are done and ready for bed as he sees you snuggling up with one of the pillows.

Fuck!

He had to go back to using his imagination as he jerks himself one last time letting out a low grunt as his hot white cum shoots into the toilet and all over his hand and balls. He rides out his orgasms slowly setting down his sensitive balls.he grabs some toilet paper to clean himself up , he hisses as he whips off his cum from his sensitive soft cock.

Did he just jerk off to his son's girlfriend and feel no guilt whatsoever?

Hell yes he did.

He was growing impatient all he needed was for Wyatt to fuck up so he he can move along to the next step. He is Lucky that Wyatt and you are here for a couple more days that will definitely be more time for things to unravel.

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Eddie laid in his bed that night with his wife in his arms he thought about you and How pretty you were when he first saw pictures of you and How nice and sweet you were when he met you and how sexy you were when you were changing. He smiled at the thought of getting to taste you very soon.

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you lay in the bed but you couldn't get the thought out of your head of Eddie watching you while you slept.

A smile creeped up on your face as you watched the red light blink from above your bed.

Oh if only he knew that you could see the bright blinking red button.

He was a pretty face with no brains.

You went to sleep with a uncomfortable aching feeling between your legs.

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"Hey y/n sweetie it's time to wake up,I made you pancakes"Eddie looks down at the plate.",well kind of I burnt them so ego's it was." Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at you and your sudden movement but you weren't waking up when he set the plate down on the dresser and he moved your hair out of your face. You looked Peaceful a little too peaceful, your skin was glowing in the early morning sunlight and your plumped lips squished together by the pillow in your cheek he giggled a bit on how your hair looks and the way it was sticking up, his thick fingers caress your cheek whispering for you to wake up. He heard you your little whines as you slowly stirred awake opening your eyes as you got a glimpse of Eddie, but your fist were too fast before you could stop yourself as you punched him in the face.

Eddie yelps In shock and in pain as he stumbles back.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?" Eddie asked as he viciously rubbed his cheek.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I AM SO FUCKEN SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN THAT, YOU JUST SCARED ME AND MY BODY REACTED BEFORE I COULD I'M SO SO SORRY EDDIE." you say as you get out of the bed not even caring if you're wearing pants or not all you wanted to do was just help him.

"Well at least I know you can defend yourself." Eddie chuckled nervously as he saw you get out from the bed getting a glimpse of your naked legs.

"I am so sorry, come on, I'll help you downstairs." You grabbed Eddie's hand slowly but quickly walking him down the stairs.

"Hey I'm hurt, I'm not that old I can walk down the stairs perfectly fine." He didn't mind, actually he thought it was pretty cute for you to take care of him.

"Yeah I know but it would make me feel way much better." You sit Eddie down on the chair as you open up the freezer looking through it to find an ice pack or ice at this point.

"It's on the side door bottom shelf." Eddie said as you lookback thanking him.Eddie eyes roamed your body as he got a glimpse of your black cotton panties as you bent down.

Shit you might need to take care of something else for him too.

Quick it Munson, STOP BEING A PERV.

You grabbed a paper towel as you wrapped it around the ice pack not wanting to put it directly on his eye . Eddie hisses at the coldness pressing on to his pulsing red eye.

"Sorry." You say As you hold it there for a second. You couldn't help but notice as your eyes roamed his chest that he had more tattoos but you couldn't make out what they were.

"Hey, my eye is up here." Eddie told you as you let out a nervous giggle.

Eddie grabbed onto your hand that was holding the ice pack as he slowly moved it from his eye replacing your hand with his.

"Hey I got it from here how about you go upstairs and eat your breakfast and maybe" he looks you up and down."put some pants on please."

You look down at your bare legs as you back away from him.

"Yeah you're probably right thank you Eddie, and I'm very sorry."

"Hey, it's all right it was an accident." He told you as he put his hand on your shoulder.

You nod your head as you quickly walk out of the dining room almost tripping as you turned back around to ask Eddie something.

"Hey by the way is it okay if you can drop me off at the hotel once I'm done." You asked .

"If my eye is still attached, yes I don't mind." He joked looking up at your nervous face.

"Hey Im fucking around, I don't mind."

"Yeah I knew that , thank you Eddie." You ran up the stairs.

"NO PROBLEM SWEETIE!" he yelled.

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"Hey you ready doll?" Eddie asked swinging his keys in his hands.

"yup I'm coming." You walked down the stairs In your outfit you had on from yesterday.

Eddie opens the door letting you go out first as the gentleman he is .

You wait for Eddie to Lock the door so he can point to which car yall were taking, but instead he goes to the garage putting the code in the pad.

The garage door opens up as Eddie passes you a helmet.

"what's this for." You looked confused

"we, sweetie are taking my bike instead, it is way to hot out here." Eddie drags out his huge two seater motorcycle.

"holy shit is that a BMW R1250 RT !" You asked really as you put the helmet on your head.

Eddie looked back at you with a smirked on his face,he likes how intrigued you were .

"Yeah! how did you know." He was shocked to know you knew about bikes not that it was a bad thing it's just that beth and Wyatt would get annoyed when he would bring up his bike in conversations he thought it was pretty cool if you to know he felt his cheeks heat up looking at you as your eyes roamed his bike.

"It been a dream of mine to get one but Wyatt said it was too dangerous for me." You happily put on the helmet as you do a little dance of excitement.

God could you get any more fucken hotter.

"HA, well look at that beth said the same thing , I haven't took this baby out in while cause of her." Eddie drags his bike out into the street puts on his helmet, Eddie throws his leg over his bike as he starts up the engine hearing the loud sound roar of the Motorcycle.

You get all excited as Eddie lends his hand out telling you to get on.

"Hold on tight babe, don't want you pretty self getting hurt." Eddie said over the loud noises of the bike.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie feeling how big and stiff his torso really was you swear you could feel abs under his jacket. As Eddie takes off you lean your head onto his shoulder feeling the hard wind breeze on your neck.

Eddie could stop his smiling under his helmet as he could hear you humming and giggling . He could feel your arms tighten around him as your hands dangled above his croch.

It is the wrong time for him to be getting hard.

Eddie let his thoughts flow as he try's to get him mind off of his uncomfortable bulge.

He can hear your little gigglea of excitement from behind him. He thought it was so adorable on how you were reacting.

How can Wyatt be so cruel to someone so innocent and sweet?

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You arrive at the hotel. Eddie parks his bike taking off his helmet. His hair looked funny as it stuck to his tatted neck . You could help but giggle as you see Eddie putting his hair up into a bun.Eddie turns around sticking his tounge out at you as you shook your head.

You and eddie turn your heads when you hear one of the hotel room doors open and a blonde tall woman walks out while she pulls down her red skimpy dress but right behind her is Wyatt as he grabs her by the back if her neck smashing his lips into hers

Your smile drops as you stare up at the scene in front of you.

You couldn't believe it.

Before Wyatt can look down at you and eddie, Eddie turns his body to make sure Wyatt can't see you

"Sweetheart, look at me please." Eddie asked as he could hear the small cry coming from your whining lips .

"Can you just please take me somewhere else?" You asked not looking up at him as you play with the end of your shirt.

Eddie kisses your head starting up his bike as he makes eye contact with his son.

He smirks up at Wyatt taking off to the closest diner.

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The waitress sits you and Eddie at a booth. Eddie puts his big hand over you hand caressing your knuckles between his fingers.

He sees you as you start to cry he quickly gets up from his side scooting into your side as he takes your body into his arms.

"Shh it's okay baby I got you, let it out pretty girl." He says as he rubs your arms and back kissing your forehead your head he tries to comfort you as much as he can but he's not very good at that.

"I'm so mad at him ,I trusted him, why would he do that to me." You say as you can feel your hot tears running down your cheek Eddie wipes them away with his thumb looking at you with all the sadness in his big brown eyes.

Eddie didn't like it but either. Yeah he wanted his own son to fuck up . but that's because he wanted him to show you how he really was and that he wasn't faithful and he never loved you from the start .

Wyatt was Just like his mom when he found out that beth was still sleeping with Steve her ex-boyfriend not just any guy named Steve but Steve Harrington the guy that he thought was his friend.

But for all he cares Steve can keep her he just hopes that Nancy know About her husbands and Beth's little affair they have going on Steve owns Nancy at least that.

But besides that he wasn't going to stick around and watch poor little you get your feelings hurt or watch him get fucked over by the same woman.

"Y/n?

"Yes Eddie?"

"Would you like to take up an offer ?"

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[emsgoodthinkin]

the band-aid to my wounds

Older!Eddie Munson x naive!Fem reader - eventual twins Steve Harrington x reader x Kurt Kunckle series| pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 … TBC

Summary: After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

warnings: talks of cheating, abuse, angst, slight stockholm syndrome at a glance, anxiety, childhood trauma, parent problems; daddy issues, eventual smut, cursing, drinking, smoking, perviness, slight dub-con, miscommunications, blood mention

word count: idk? 1k?

June 12th, 1988 the roads were closed off.

I have no idea why im still together with this asshole, why am i so stupid? oh because id do anything for people to love and not leave me. Looking at him now..hands beating the steering wheel, veins popping through his temples..not to mention his breath. Ashton my oh so loving, narcissist, no good boyfriend. We've been together for 6 years, basically high school sweethearts. Went from flirty glaces, to lab partners, to collage students with an alcohol addiction. Mainly his addiction...he got me started on it.

Ashton basically took me in with his fatherly like protectiveness when we first got together. He was walking me to my front door after a bowling date he asked me out to my sophomore year, of course i said yes.; until the front door opened. Uh oh, dads home; Bill. The moment the door opened i watched my father tackle Ashton to the ground without so much as a reason screaming words like "get off my property, boys like you should be dead in a gutter, ill kill you"...

Lets just say that date night was a bit too eventful for my liking.

My dad always had a problem with Ashton because he went to highschool with his father. Ashtons dad was a bully back in the day, made my dads life a living hell.. took everything away from him. the girl, the looks, the job..

Dave, Ashtons father, was caught making out with Shannon, my dads ex lover but also first love. Dave knew he had the upper hand when it came to getting the things he wanted. Hell, Shannon seduced him into it. Shannon was only with my dad for the money. Got knocked up but gave him the baby and ran away to be with his dad. As you can see I am that baby now today.

I made a promise to Ashton after sneaking him to my bedroom window that same night cleaning his wounds; that it was me and him against the world. He knew about me and my parents relationship. How my step-mother only has good things to say about me in a room full of people, but how she degrades me behind closed doors. How my dads drinking problem gave him alcohol poisoning, twice' and about his anger problems. You'd think being in a household that is always loud would help you shape up to loud sounds in the future. Boy was that theory proven wrong.

anytime someone yells or raises their tone, you're immediately in fight or flight response. tense..anxious. You hate going to basketball games just for that reason. Its uncomfortable.. and he knew that, but apparently in this moment, he didn't give a fuck-

"Did you hear me??" Ashton says impatiently. "No im sorry, i cant hear when you mumble.." you reply

you also hated when people uttered things under their breath.

dad does that shit.

"Don't be smart with me y/n, ill leave you right here,right now in the middle of the fucking road

"Yeah whatever Ashton, just stop talking to me and drive" feeling the breaks pull forward and in a flash he was out of the drivers seat, and already pulling you out of the passenger-

"WHAT THE FUCK" i yell- what the fuck are you doing Ashton?”

“Shut up!” he smacks me. Your eyes widen in more shock than fear over anything. “Did you j-just hit me?” i ask with a scratched voice--

“I told you more than once not to back talk me didnt i?”

“i didn’t.. it was once and i stopped ashton”-

-“You’ve done it all goddamn night, accusing me of cheating, clinging onto me when i ran into Tommy, i told you to give me some fucking space --i interrupt him.

“YOU did cheat on me you asshole!! That bitch was fucking bragging about it in the bathroom”—

“Do you really think after what 4 years-“6 actually“ i say pissing him off further. he looks at you angrily

He sighs. “Do you really think after years of being together, i would do that to you?” he say looking down at the ground sadly; making you instatly regret your words

“..no-no of course not i just thou”-

-“You thought wrong! he snaps-I would never do that to you baby..y/n?” he says letting go of the grip on my arms, caressing my cheek-“..I know you get a little confused sometimes, its okay come here” he says pulling you into a deep hug

“..im sorry ash”-

“shh” he coos.

“I really thought—what the fuck is that?” you shove him away

“Y-you piece of shit!!” you pull around back collar piece of his shirt up to his face; showing him the peach colored lipstick stain

“Are you fucking serious Ashton?” his eyes widen and stomach drops when he sees the prominent evidence of his past events—

“B-baby look-“

“No! fuck you were done!”

He grabs me closer, “No we fucking arent- ive gave you everything! he starts shouting making you flinch

P-please stop yelling at me! you plea tears rolling down your face

“Just—here” he opens the car door “just get back in and ill explain on the way”—

“No.” you shove past him running and crying

“Y/N come back here!. its too dark—

“ i dont care leave me alone!”

“Y/n theres crazy people out here..!”

you stop in your tracks, turning back to say- “You’re the crazy person!”

he laughs. “Oh im crazy? Ill show you fuckin crazy”—he says marching over to the drivers side of the car starting it back up—mumbling ill show you a fucking crazy person babe—and he spees off

you cant believe he actually just left you.. standing here.

“ASSHOLE!” you shout regulardess if hes still there or not, turning back around to walk down the cold empty road

are you fuckig kidding me?

wow he fooled me

how didnt i see this before

did he love me?

he says he does

then why did he leave me..

fucking jerk!!

The long 7 mile walk with a head full of shitty thoughts walk you to a sun burnt orange barn.

you're exhausted. your hearts broken. your feet hurt. its too dark to keep walking

"I mean i could crash here right?" you say already walking towards the musky building

hay bells, chickens, tools. looks already owned

you dont care you just need a place to rest you head for a bit.

stinks in here. muttering to yourself, opening and shutting the barn door behind you.

perfect you say spotting an old rocking chair..and yard sale signs?

does somebody live here?

you're too exhausted to think any more tonight

this'll do. taking your jacket off to use as a prop pillow, climbing into the chair almost immediately drifting off.

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whats that smell? smells like bacon?

bacon? your eyes are still shut but you can sense a different environment around you. Fluttering your eyes open.. a clock? pictures? what?-jumping up at the sound of a shoe

"WHO ARE YOU?" your already in flight or fight mode

"Whoa whoa its okay, im the owner of the barn i found you in”.

is he lying?

"YOU'RE LYING!" you look around in a panic

"Sweetheart if i was lying, how come i specifically found you in my rocking chair, you must of been tired, i got my buddy who also runs the farm to scoop you up and bring you to our guest bedroom, couldn't just leave a woman out in the open like that.. especially at night"

your stomach knots when he calls you sweetheart.

okay maybe he harmless, just very kindly harmless?

"Here" he throws his arm out, "I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson."

- - is this interesting so far? lmk- -

reblogs appreciated:>

[leelei1980]

Loving Mr. Munson Masterlist

You thought you were going to live your life Happily Ever After with your boyfriend Robbie Munson until you caught him cheating on you . Now that the Fairytale is over it's time to try to pick up the pieces and start over.

You decide to drop off some of your ex-boyfriend's things at his Father, Eddie Munson's house. Eddie, who had become your friend over the years comforts you, and while you are in his arms you realize maybe it was HIM you wanted all along....

This is an Older Eddie x Reader fic. There is also a 20ish year age gap between Eddie and Reader.

Their relationship is totally and completely Loving and consensual.

🛑Smut warning- This story contains Mature Content 🛑 18+ only- Minors please stay Away!

I’ve got you Sweetheart 🌶️

Sticky Sweet 🌶️

Clearing the air 🌶️

Hawkins Reunion-Part 1🌶️

Hawkins Reunion- Part 2🌶️

Excuse me sir 🌶️

Parental Warning

Nothing Else Matters🌶️

Welcome Home🌶️

New Routines 🌶️

Maybe it’s destiny Sweetheart

Family Time🌶️

One night only🌶️

Just for Us

To have and to hold- Part one

To have and to hold- Part 2🌶️

LMM Bonus blurb- 80’s Mixtapes🌶️

In Sickness and in Health

Making Plans

The Bachelorette Party- Part one 🌶️

Prologue:

In the Beginning - Connection 🌶️

In the Beginning - Meeting Mr. Munson

In the Beginning - Betrayal🌶️

LMM asks:

Gonna make you Sweat

Whose your Daddy?🌶️

Squeaky Clean🌶️

Magic Hands🌶️

If you like this series please like and re-blog❤️Please let me know if you are interested in joining a taglist! I love to hear feedback and ideas so please feel free to message me!Thank you for reading❤️

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[ohwowimlonley]

Can we please for a moment think about older!mechanic!eddie munson?

Let me set the scene…

You’ve been sitting in Eddie’s office all morning, watching him through the single glazed windows as he works on car after car, hands becoming increasingly stained with grease. By the time lunchtime rolls around, his hair is tied back into a messy bun and there's a small smudge of grease on his forehead and you’re trying your absolute hardest not to leak wetness all over his best office chair. You’re already on your knees before Eddie is through the doorway to his office, hands resting on your knees as you wait for him to give you instructions.

“Up,” he curls his pointer finger in a come hither motion, and extends his other hand to help you rise to your feet, deft fingers curling gently around your palm and tugging you into his arms. You crash into his chest with a grunt, chin slamming onto his sternum but you pay no mind to the pain, keeping your eyes locked onto his and mouth shut - just the way he taught you to, “turn around and bend yourself over the desk for me, angel,”

Again, you comply without complaint, taking the time to shift the stacks of papers out of the way, before stretching yourself across the oak wood. Eddie wastes no time flipping your skirt up to expose your ass, before unceremoniously tearing your panties from your body. He presses himself up close to your backside, groaning at the feeling of his clothed erection bumping against your wet lips.

“Want you to be loud for me, angel, can you do that?” You can just tell he’s smirking even without looking back at him. In response, you let out a warbling moan at the sensation of his work overalls scraping against your clit. This seems to satisfy him enough, because he brings a hand down to grasp at your exposed hip, pulling you back to meet his rough grinding.

“Ed- Eddie, please,” you pout, fingers tightening over the edge of the desk. He knows what you want, you know he knows, but he won’t give in yet, not until you’re begging so loud that it echoes throughout the garage.

“Ah, ah, pretty angel,” his nose brushes against the skin of your neck, “I told you to be loud for me,”

“B-but what if-” you cut yourself off with a whine, taken by surprise when a set of teeth latch onto your neck and nibble softly on the skin, sure to leave behind evidence of his torture for later.

“If someone hears you, then they’ll know just how good daddy treats his baby,”

[love-toxin]

nasty below the cut <33

dilf!eddie is definitely the "grab your legs and straight up drag you down the bed so he can shove his face between them after a hard day" kind of dom 💅 doesn't shave his stubble beforehand either. just grazes that prickly chin over your squishy, slick flesh cause he knows it gives you butterflies by the way your hips jump--and he can tell you're trying to hump his face harder after he does it, you're not as smooth as you think you are. but you're cute and he likes it when you show him you feel good, so he'll let you get away with doing it without permission <3 especially since you make such pretty noises when you cum on his mouth, and especially when they get even louder when he keeps licking you through it <3

[mysticmunson]

dad's best friend!steve and munson!reader

saw this concept making rounds and it makes me weak in the knees so here ya go. i decided to make it steve instead of eddie to switch it up lol, hope you enjoy

also sorry lone star 3 is taking forever, i promise i'm still working on it!

It was supposed to be a simple trip back to Hawkins, escaping the suit and ties of corporate New York City, but things were never that easy for Steve. Staying at his best friend Eddie’s house, he was proud of the way he was able to defy odds, now living in a nice home after success as a musician then as a restaurant owner. Both men had gotten busy, but their weekly phone calls and miscellaneous emails persisted.

When they would meet up, Eddie almost always came to New York due to his vacation rental being close, only moving back to Hawkins full time to be close to Wayne as he got older. His home was large, covered in his old band posters with their accomplishments framed on the walls. 

The last time Steve had been here was over a decade ago, the photos of Eddie and his ex-wife were gone, something both men had in common after they both endured failed marriages. Only Eddie had a baby, a girl, but who only came to visit during the summer and holiday breaks.

Steve sat across from Eddie on the couch, sipping some expensive red wine that was buried in his liquor cabinet. The age had made it taste better, knowing he probably hadn’t had guests over frequently, and if he did, they would probably settle for beer.

“Surprised you have alcohol this old with a teenager around.” Steve chuckled, scratching the stubble on his chin, swirling the drink to create a small tornado in the glass.

“Tell me about it, I’m just as shocked as you are that my kid wasn’t a delinquent.” Eddie jested, pressing his fist to the side of his forehead, leaning against the leather sofa, “She’s a good kid, she’s 21 now, it’s been awhile since you’ve seen her, huh?” 

Nodding, he took another sip, flowing back into the conversation of nostalgia and their current work lives. The mention of one of his restaurants made realization dawn on Eddie’s face, mumbling curses before standing.

“Fuck, I have to put in a food order at one of my locations, I gotta take this call.” Eddie groaned, grabbing his black slip on sandals that made him feel too much like an old man for his enjoyment. 

As Steve went to agree, the sound of a door opening and closing made both of them look up, a moment passing before you entered. Standing a bit taller in jeans and a halter top, you slipped off your sandals. Walking past Eddie as he stood, your stride stuttered when you met Steve’s eyes. 

“Hey sweetheart, you remember Steve, right? He’s staying with us for a few days, we can go to dinner or something tonight. I have to take a call outside.” He rambled, putting his hand over your hair, giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

You sat down where your father was prior, ankles crossed and beneath your butt as you faced Steve. Your soft smile made him feel a little bit better, a lot of time had passed and you had grown up a lot. He wasn’t used to being around anyone else, but older male executives. 

The times Eddie came to visit Steve, he didn’t bring you along as you were typically with your mom, the divorce happening fairly shortly after you were born. He would hear updates, random accolades you had garnered or something funny you did. But here you were as a college student, seemingly well adjusted and inheriting the kind eyes from your dad. 

“Wow, it’s been a long time, huh? How are you? You’re in college now, right?” Steve asked, taking a final sip of his drink and setting the glass on the coaster. You nodded, signaling the small black kitten that slinked into the room to sit on your lap, who obliged and purred as you pet it.

“I’m good, in my sophomore year at Saint Mary’s,” You explained, the infamous all-girls college recollecting in Steve’s memory, “How are you? How’s Terri?” 

The sharp sting in his chest didn’t get easier at the mention of his ex-wife’s name, the woman who left him for his business partner around 9 years ago. It was partially the reason Steve hadn’t come back to visit, they had moved here when another branch of the company opened here. He couldn’t stomach seeing them or the kids they eventually had, ones that she had always told him she never wanted.

“Oh, we’re not together anymore, but I’m well. Business is good, keeping myself busy.” He replied shortly, watching the small cat crawl over to his lap for some attention. 

The sharp inhale from your mouth made him look up, “Shit, sorry, I had no idea.” 

“No, no! Don’t worry about it, it’s been almost 10 years, I’ve been riding solo since.” He laughed, watching your shoulder deflate any tension, “Tell me about college?”

“Saint Mary’s is nice, I like my professors and the classes are interesting. I’ve made a lot of nice friends there, but it’s an all girls school so not too much fun.” You began, shrugging and looking downward, messing with the friendly cat’s tail, “There’s a boys school nearby, but they’re…”

Awaiting your continuation, Steve watched thoughtfully, remembering how much he hated when people asked him questions, but wouldn’t even look him in the face. Realizing this, blood rushed to your cheeks as his hazel eyes glistened in your direction. 

“Immature. They’re very annoying.” You giggled, startling the cat who scurried off, but Steve joined your amusement.

“Makes sense, your dad and I were annoying then.” He mused, thinking about how many choices he made in the 1980s would lead him to now.

“Then?” You teased as his eyes rolled, Eddie re-enter the room with a hand covering his chest at your commentary with a dramatic scoff. 

Joining the conversation, the three of you talked until your stomachs rumbled, deciding to head out for dinner. Taking you three to the same restaurant as when he was younger, Eddie waved to his favorite waitress and slid into the booth.

Cramming in years of information into an hour seems difficult, but the three of you tried your best, making the time go by quickly before and after eating. You spoke eloquently for your age, posture straight naturally and carrying yourself well. Steve noticed these things and how your eyes kept lingering on him, but it was either him, Eddie, or the napkin holder to look at.

The wine they served wasn’t as strong as the one from before, but it was decent, getting them a bit buzzed. Your birthday had just passed, making this one of the first times you were able to order alcohol, making Eddie complain about how many gray hairs he had.

The air was crisp, nipping at your cheeks and nose as you rushed to Eddie’s black truck with full stomachs. Steve gave you the front seat, watching your profile glisten against the moonlight, seeing hints of Eddie’s features on you, including his tongue poking habit.

An abrupt shriek came from Eddie’s phone, fumbling with it as he flipped it open, hitting the green button. A quick voice could be made out from the other side as you looked back at Steve, shrugging and turning around. His work voice made you hold back a laugh, having to sound much more authoritative than he ever really had to get with you. 

Slamming the phone shut with a groan, he stopped at the red light and rubbed his palms down his face. Slapping his hands on the wheel when it switched to green, he went forward and took a turn down the next street.

“Some idiots fucked up one of the machines so I have to go run and fix it, I’ll just drop you guys off.” He huffed, “I swear, I hire these young people because they know about technology, but they’re the ones who break it!”

The rant lands them in front of the house, giving you and Steve an escape route as he drives away quickly. You both looked at each other for a second before erupting in laughter, making your way towards the front door, “Shit, I thought he was going to blow a blood vessel.” 

When you unlocked the door, Steve held the door open, letting you go through first as you both resumed your places on the couch. The T.V. had been left on showing sitcom reruns, a laugh track coming from the boxed machine. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen him that mad since I jokingly told him I was pregnant!” You joked, plopping on the couch, turning the channel to MTV.

“Jesus, don’t joke about that! Besides giving him a heart attack, you might speak it into existence.” He warned, thinking about how Eddie probably verged a panic attack when you said that to him. 

You scoffed, letting your arms fall at your sides, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t really have to worry about that.” 

“What do you mean-” Steve started before catching himself, cheeks flushing bright red,  “Oh, fuck. Sorry. You’re a pretty girl, it’ll happen event- Shit, that’s even weirder, sorry.”

“It’s okay! That wine must have been stronger than we thought.” You remarked, eyes watching the bright colors of the cartoon television bumpers. After a few minutes of just static filled cable, you yawned, excusing yourself to bed for the night. 

Once you left the room, he threw his head back, wincing at his own stupidity from moments before. The scene replayed in his brain, hoping it wasn’t humiliating or creepy for you to basically confirm your virginity to a man almost twice your age. He had to talk to you again, he figured apologizing would make things worse, so he settled for small talk. 

Walking up the big plush stairs, he had vaguely remembered the layout of the home after one visit as he drove through on his way back home. As he walked down the long hallway, he heard a soft breath, making him stop. 

His hairs stood as he heard a gentle moan, followed by just a hint of wetness, looking at the wooden door to his left that had a bedazzled tiara on it that lost many of the jewels. His tipsy mind made his feet inch closer, careful of the potential of the floorboards squeaking, but not realizing the fatal flaw in the house's design.

The door creaked open as the wooden panels bumped the bottom, making both of you jump in surprise. You had changed into panties and an oversized shirt, now bringing your knees to your chest.

“Shit, sorry! I came up here to talk because I felt bad about making things awkward, but I think I just made things worse!” He revealed, looking everywhere, but your face. Fidgeting in place, his fight or flight was failing him and he could only think of the noises he heard moments before. 

“Wait Steve!” You called, relaxing your legs to stretch in front of you, making his eyes cascade down them to your fuzzy yellow socks, “I have a question.”

“Uh, what? What do you need?” He sighed, blocking his view with his hands on his eyebrows, hoping the blood pumping through his veins went north instead of south. 

Except he didn’t hear you speak, just the squeaking of your mattress and footsteps until your socks could be seen. Cautiously moving his hand, he looked at you as you tucked loose hair behind your ear. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he smelled the faintest scent of sex and red wine from your stained lips, leaning against the doorframe.

“Sorry, I’m just curious, when did you have sex for the first time?” You spoke softly, unintentionally making his heart beat faster.

“I was 15, her name was Shelley. She was my second girlfriend.” He confessed, thinking of her and how it felt his first time. It went as smooth as first times go, losing it in her bedroom and having to be quiet because her parents were down the hall. 

You sighed, turning around to walk to the bed, sitting on the edge. Looking up in confusion, he slipped off his scuffed up white Nikes before walking on your pink carpet. He knew this was no man’s land, looking at the framed photos and posters on the walls.

“It’s okay to be a virgin, it’ll happen at the right time.” He assures, sitting beside you, hiking up his jeans by the thighs. His hand found your knee, squeezing it innocently until he remembered your barely clothed state. 

You tensed then relaxed beneath his grasp, turning towards him and smelling his potent aftershave. His fingers curled against your soft skin, his morals melting into a puddle as he looked at your fresh face. 

“I want you to fuck me, Steve.” You pronounced, a bit taken aback by your boldness, but not missing the way he jolted yet remained seated. 

“Sweetheart, we can’t-” Steve began, shaking his head and having his brown locks fall in front of his face. His hair was slightly shorter than it was in his 20s, cutting it as he entered the 90s, but it still framed his face.

“Steve, please, I won’t tell. I swear.” You promised, the growing heat between your legs becoming more intolerable, squeezing your thighs.

As badly as he wished he had gotten up, walked downstairs, and slept on the couch until Eddie returned. He found himself meeting your lips, feeling the warmth of your skin radiating before he cupped your cheek.

You turned your body towards him, climbing onto his lap and feeling the bump growing underneath his pants. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him in fiercely, his coarse hands finding your bottom. The clean cotton meeting your delicate skin made his hips flex, falling onto his back before flipping you over.

Sitting up on his knees, your hands beat him to his shirt, throwing it to the floor. Your hands trailed to his happy trail, his stomach poking slightly over his jeans that grew with age. He was about to question the sexuality of it until he saw your eyelids droop. 

His belt came off quickly, followed by the awkward removal of his jeans, making you stifle a laugh. He took your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your tits, pert from arousal. The realization that he was likely the first one to see them made him harder, his boxers becoming tighter as he squeezed your chest. 

His hands went below your waistband, finding how silky your folds were, dipping to feel your slick. Your body pressed against his with a whimper, his thick fingers infiltrating your cunt as it gripped like a vice. 

Tucking your face against his neck, your gentle sounds went through his ears as his fingers thrusted into your small walls. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in small circles to excelerate your need. 

His mouth practically watered at tasting you, letting his tongue trace every line and nerve. He thought of your hands lacing through his hair and tugging as you cried at how good it would feel, how you had never felt so good. But you were already trying to wiggle his boxers down, your pussy craving something more.  

Taking his hands away, he ripped them off, making you moan louder than any of his touches. His muscles flexed, throwing the torn fabric against the wall before discarding his own underwear while straddling you on his knees. Your mouth dropped at his size, a pretty red with precum spouting from the slit and balls heavy from years of his own hand. 

“You sure you want this, sweetheart? A pretty girl like you could get any of those boys at school.” He questioned, knowing that you really could pull any guy in Indiana if you wanted, but you reached for his cock cautiously. You gave it a few tugs, twisting your wrist and gaining a rhythm that made his eyes roll back. 

“I want you inside me, I know you can treat me better. Please.” You begged, finding yourself growing more desperate as his length grew heavier in your grasp. Chills ran down his spine when you scooted down on the bed to put your lips on his tip, sucking it tentatively. 

His gut flexed, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard and the other hand cupping your cheek. The velvety feeling of your cheeks put him on the brink, the years without touch now weighing on him as you looked up at him, hungry. 

Slipping his hands beneath your arms, he dragged you up swiftly as you squeaked, his strength being exerted as he spread your legs. His motions were fast, his eyes blown with eagerness, but just as he was about to run himself up your lower lips, he froze.

“I don’t have condoms, I haven’t been with anyone since my wife.” He admitted, slightly embarrassed that he had remained celibate for nine years. He had tried dating, but it was hard to move on from what he went through, opting to bury himself in his work and buy one hell of a fleshlight. 

“I can take an after pill, I’ll go to the store right after.” You compromised, pulling him closer as your chests went flush against each other. His heavy breathing only escalated as he took the hand not holding him up to guide himself against your heat, keeping eye contact.

Attempting to look down and avoid his intense gaze, he only nudged you to upkeep the intimacy, making you crumble. He bumped against your opening, gasping as the mushroom tip persevered through, making him choke out a moan. 

You felt his soft curls as he thrusted slowly, trying to help you grow accustomed to his size. He hushed your faint cries, kissing your head before your lips. Your nose was still cold from the bitter weather, meeting his warm one while his tongue grazed your lower mouth. 

Parting your mouths to adjust the position, let gasps leave both of you, his pace becoming longer as he tried to fit at least half of himself in. You tugged on his hair as he reached a pleasurable part inside you, causing him to nip your lip. When he pulled away, you whimpered, but relaxed onto the mattress.

“That’s it, huh? Found your special spot? Your little fingers couldn’t get all the way up here, could they? I’m not even all the way in.” He teased, holding your hip firmly to create a tempo, finding the same placement that kept making you moan. 

Nodding frantically, you opened your eyes to see his bore into yours, feeling the situation grew far more intimate and intense than expected. He moved your left knee up, letting his naval hit at your clit at a perfect angle. 

“Deeper, fuck me deeper.” You breathlessly requested, mewls falling out as he obliged, his balls just reaching your ass, “You feel so good.”

He faltered, biting his lip to refrain from letting go too soon, counting to five in his head before picking back up. Your hands fell to your chest, toying with your sensitive nipples as your body trembled. 

Looking up at him with wide eyes, he saw the nervousness in them, as if the reality of the situation began to hit as your orgasm crawled closer. He felt a tug in his heart, softening his expression and taking one of your breasts in his palm.

“Do you feel good?” He pondered and was met with a nod, “Then you’re okay. Just let it happen.”

As if he had bewitched your body, your orgasm came shortly after, making your body heat rise and mind go blank. Somehow, Steve was able to hold off, working you through your finish until you came back to reality, whimpering at the sensitivity of his touch.

He felt himself growing closer, his balls and lower gut tightening, pressing himself against your tummy to feel a subtle movement beneath. He was fully submerged, your come making his dick glide smoother. 

You gripped his bicep, putting your damp forehead against his, feeling encapsulated by euphoria as you knew he grew closer. He gritted his teeth, edging himself to make this moment last as long as possible.

“Come inside me, fill me up.” You pleaded, his head snapping up, bewildered to the point of amusement.

“Don’t say things like that. I won’t be able to contain myself.” He rationalized, but your hormones were desperate for it, as if the world would stop spinning if he didn’t. You pressed his cheek to yours, your lips just at his ear, his warm breath hitting your shoulder.

“Fill me up Steve, fuck a baby into me, make me yours.” As the words left your mouth, the rope of his sanity was severed, taking both your knees and shoving them to the bed. 

Those few words are ones he had been waiting for for years, all his rationality and judgment was discarded to the side. There would be a plethora of pieces to pick up as soon as he would finish, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to care. The primal need to pump you full had created tunnel vision.

The once gentle pace was replaced by a brutal one, his balls smacking harshly against the shell of your ass as you wailed. You stuttered on your own noises, rubbing your bundle of nerves as he obliterated your cunt, borderline bruising your cervix. 

“Fuck!” He yelled, startling you as you gawked at the way his veins poked from his neck and hands. With a few more thrusts, he moaned brokenly as his come coated your walls and your second orgasm met his. His hand shoved yours away, rubbing quickly to the point of overstimulation, wiggling.

His body fell on top of yours, your arms wrapping around him tightly as he did the same, twisting to lay on his side. He let his softening cock fall from your cunt, feeling his own release covering himself as it poured out.

There were no words to explain what had occurred in the past hour, letting your foreheads touch in silence with closed eyes for a moment. Steve had to recoup before he even tried to act normal and he didn’t forget it was your first time, stroking your hair.

The bed felt cold when he got up, grabbing his underwear and disappearing for the bathroom. Though his touch had just been introduced, you were craving it instantly, feeling a bit like a lost puppy.

He returned with a wet cloth, wiping between your legs delicately, making you blush fiercer than when he was plowing into you. Once he had soaked most of it up, he tossed it into your laundry basket on the other side of the room, grabbing a clean pair of panties and shirt from the floor to help you redress. 

“I’m sorry if I got a little intense.” He mumbled out as your head poked through the white shirt, seeing his bashfulness at his behavior. You gifted him a small smile, mumbling that you liked it through a yawn, tired eyes fluttering. 

“I’m gonna go back downstairs, let me know if you need anything, okay?” Steve explained, kissing your head and bringing the blanket up to your chest, “Also, make sure you go to the bathroom, you can get a UTI if you don’t.”

He chuckled at the scrunch of your nose, walking to his own discarded clothes and putting them back on. The sweat made his jeans a bit harder to put on, thankful he chose a loose shirt for the day, snatching his Nikes he had left by the door on the way out. 

He needs to stay in fucking New York.

[dilf-munson86]

Been havin carpal tunnel real bad. Harrington said this would help. He wasn’t completely wrong..

[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.

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First impressions

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older!eddie munson x popstar!reader

note: takes place october 2023

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Y/N L/N’s voice was a constant in Eddie’s house with his daughter, Isla, being a huge fan. He most likely listened to Y/N’s album more than the singer herself had. And as soon as Y/N L/N had announced her tour Isla had been begging for tickets. And one thing about Eddie is that he would do anything for his little girl, so he patiently waited for when the tickets would go on sale. And when they did, he was busy. Of course.

Eddie, even though he has been out of the limelight for a decade now, he never stopped working in the industry. He now was a producer, and god he loved it, he may have loved it even more than being a recording artist. 

So of course he was working with one of his favourite clients, finishing a song they had been working on for a while now. Working past their set hours of today. 

He had only learned he missed the tickets, completely forgetting it was today, when Isla comes barrelling down the stairs of their New York penthouse.

“Dad! Tickets were today! Did you get us some?” Isla said, hastily, clearing having been waiting hours for her Dad to get home. 

Eddie on the other hand can’t believe he forgot, it’s just been the only thing Isla had been talking about for the last few weeks. He felt awful, he never wanted to disappoint her. So he lied. 

“Of course I did, Sweetie!” What else was he supposed to do? When Isla jumped into his arms in joy, he almost didn’t even feel guilty. Almost, because now he had to think of a way to get himself out of this. 

“Oh, my god! Thank you, Daddy! I have to go tell Jenna!”

As soon as Isla was out of Eddie’s sight, his slime slipped right off his face. He had to jump right into action. Being in the industry helped, but being a legend to the industry helped more. Eddie emailed his team, to try their best to get tickets, spare the cost. When they all came back empty handed, he went onto his next order of business, getting in contact with the woman herself. Now he couldn’t exactly get into contact with her directly, he messaged her team. Which in his opinion was close enough. 

Y/N’s team had responded first thing the next morning, sharing a more than enthusiastic response, saying he and his daughter could even have backstage passes. At that Eddie couldn’t wait to tell Isla, not only would she be going to Y/N’s concert, that would also get to meet her idol.

-

Today was the long awaited day, the day of Y/N’s concert. It wasn’t only Eddie and Isla that were excited for tonight's show, Y/N’s team had told her today that Eddie Munson, a rock legend, and his daughter would be attending her show. Y/N always gets nervous before shows, but knowing that Eddie Munson would be in the crowd and that she would be meeting him after the show, caused an unforeseen amount of worry to form in Y/N’s stomach. 

But as usual all the nervousness and worrying thoughts left as soon as she played the first note of ‘emails i can’t send’ as the concert began.

-

Eddie did not expect to enjoy the concert that much, the music itself wasn’t exactly his style, but it was the presence that Y/N had on stage that captivated him. And it was at this point Eddie realised he had never seen a picture of Y/N before, and god was she gorgeous. She had this beauty that ran deeper than just her looks, her smile redacted warmth and her kindness shown through when she talked to the crowd. 

Eddie naturally felt awkward about his attraction towards her, she was easily 20 years younger than him, his son had a better shot than he did. But that sure as hell didn’t stop the thoughts that came into mind when Y/N sang her more explicit lyrics. 

And with Eddie’s new found attraction towards Y/N, it only made him nervous for their meeting after the show. 

-

Eddie and Isla were currently walking down the hallway they were directed to, with Isla leading the way. And when Y/N came into their view standing at the snack table, drinking a bottle of water, Isla ran up to Y/N not being able to contain her excitement. Eddie in the meantime, having a reaction to seeing Y/N of his own. Eddie froze, his breath caught in his throat.

“Hi! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m meeting you! Can I have a hug?”

“Of course, sweetie. You’re Isla right?” Y/N said, pulling Isla into a tight hug.

“Yes. I can’t believe you know my name.” As Isla was having an existential crisis, Eddie spoke up, finally having the courage.

“Hi, I’m Eddie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yes, you too! My parents love your music.”

“Oh, that aged me.” Eddie joked back, with no real offence in his voice. Though he did place a hand on his heart to seal the deal.

“No! Please, you’re not that old. You’re what 35- 40” Y/N said, looking into Eddie’s eyes, her cheeks spread in a wide smile.

“Now I know you’re kidding.”

“No, really I’m not. How old are you?”

“46.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

While the two had their little back and forth, Isla recovered from her crisis, and watched the two adults that were clearly both into each other. So of course in true Isla fashion, she did everything she could to make her idol, a possible new step-mom.

“He’s single too.” Isla blurted out, she’s never been good with filters.

“Isla-”

“Is he?”

“Oh- I- I’m not- you’re not-” Eddie stutters, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.

“Well, I’m staying in New York for a couple weeks, you could call me?” Y/N says, having no idea where this new found confidence of hers is coming from. But nonetheless runs with it, grabbing a napkin from the snack table the trio was standing by and writing for number on  it before handing it to Eddie.

“Um, I have to now. It was so lovely meeting you Isla, and it was great meeting you Eddie..”

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I want older Eddie to cup my face and call me his good baby girl.

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smut-fluff-angst (includes other ST characters) [MDNI]

As long as I’m with you- Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had (tw)

King Steve doesn’t exist- (Steddie) ft. Billy Hargrove

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

Shy my ass - (short) Steve Harrington x you - you’ve always imagined riding your boyfriends big nose

Bio- (short) Steve Harrington x you - Steve watching you fuck your self on his c*ck

The band-aid to my wounds- Older Eddie fic (ft. Steve x kurt kunkle x reader)

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons / blurbs / imagines

Trans Steve getting his groove back

Convincing Steve to take your v-card

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Grinding yourself innocent perv self on Steve’s hand

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Soft Stevie

Perv cyclist Steve

Steve’s nickname 4 u

Older Steve loves a bush

Fucking Steve while thinking about Eddie

Dilf Steve discovers new kinks

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Sugar daddy Steve moodboard

Sweater weather moodboard, strangers to lovers

Dancing with R&B Steve

Angelic Stancy

Beefy Steve

Hunt me down

Bi Steve

Businessman or dancer Steve imagine

Smash? Smash.

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Billy Hargrove loves plus size women

Dom Nancy / fruity four headcanons

Robins an angel

Argyles favorite positions

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Loving Mr. Munson- Gonna make you Sweat

This is based on this fun anonymous ask-

Picture this: (reader is still dating Robbie) reader and Robbie spend the weekend at eddie’s and reader decides to work out in the gym (assuming Eddie has a home gym area) and she’s wearing her cute little sports bra and booty short combo, Eddie then joins her and spots her so she can do pull ups and he’s already wanting her 😈Also she’s just in the house in skimpy tops and Eddie literally has to coexist with that 🤷🏼‍♀️

I modified it a little bit- I hope it is alright! Hope you like it❤️

Reader:

" Robbie, baby, I'm going to get up. You rest baby, okay?" He groaned in response, he was not the morning person that you were.You carefully slid out from under your boyfriends arm.

You thought it was sweet that your boyfriend wanted to spend some quality time with his Father, and when he asked you if you wanted to come along you agreed, as long as you wouldn't be interfering with their guy time. Robbie insisted you joined them, probably because he knew how much Eddie enjoyed your company, and your cooking.

Eddie was more than just your boyfriends Father, over the years the two of you had become friends. The older Munson was kind, funny and despite his " metal" appearance he was kind of a nerd , just like you were. You had both shared a love for Tolkien, George R.R. Martin's Game of Thrones book series and just random useless knowledge in general. He was laid back, the complete opposite of your Father, who was uptight and overprotective of you because you were his little girl. Eddie was definitely the cool dad.

You had always been an early riser, enjoyed the peace and quiet that came along with it. Some mornings you lounged with a cup of coffee, other mornings you might go for a walk or jog, this morning you decided that after a long night of being cramped in a twin sized bed with your boyfriend, yoga might be a good way to start out the day.

You quietly got into your bag, changed into your yoga pants and sports bra and tip toed out of the room, down the hallway and down into the basement where Eddie had set up a home gym.

There were weights , a weight bench, kettlebells, a treadmill, and an exercise bike. The man had quite a set up and it was obvious that he clearly knew how to use it. Robbie was fit, but Eddie, Eddie was jacked. He said he needed to stay in shape because of his job, if he wanted to have a long career as a mechanic he had to have a strong core because he spent most of his time hunched over a car and he didn't want to end up looking like Quasimodo when he was 60. Well he was definitely doing something right. You couldn't deny it, you had checked the man out,  he was in incredible shape. You couldn't fathom why the man was still single.

You sat on the floor and stretched, waking your body up, working out the kinks and the knots from the night before.

You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out your mouth. You slowly move from Childs pose, raising on your hands and knees for Cat/Cow, arching your back, breathing, stretching, transitioning from cat to cow,head up, hips engaged -

" Uh, good morning Sweetheart."

You opened your eyes, frozen in your position and saw Eddie standing there smiling.

" Sorry to interrupt, I just didn't want to scare the shit out of you."

You sat back on your heels, " I didn't even hear you come in. Super stealthy." You brushed a piece of hair out of your face and smiled. " Wanna join me?"

" Yoga?" He snickered .

" Yeah yoga, it feels good to stretch,it strengthens your core." You pat the floor beside you. " Come on, it's a great warm up too. Then you can move on to your manly man weights and your grunting and straining."

Eddie laughed." Ok, for you Dollface, I'll give it a try. But you have to lift weights with me after "

" Fine." You watched as Eddie took a hair band out of the pocket of his low riding sweatpants, reached up and pulled his hair into a low messy bun, his old, tattered, sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt lifting a smidgen revealing his abs. You swallowed. Damn, the man was fit.

He sat down beside you and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. " Shouldn't we be listening to some Enya or something? I feel like there should be monks chanting or some shit like that in the background."

You laughed. " Do you have any Enya to listen to?"

" Fuck no."

" Then I guess we will have to make do without. We will start off simple, Childs Pose."

You demonstrated.

He followed suit." Damn ."

" Yeah I know, right? Now breathe. We will hold this pose then transition to the one I was doing when you walked in." You sat up and observed. You ran a hand along his back."Relax," you watched him let out a deep breath." That's it, perfect! Now up on your hands and knees Munson."

He lifted up onto his hands and knees and looked over at you and smirked. " Do you boss my son around like this when he does yoga with you?"

"No, because he never does this with me. He'd rather sleep in. I can't help it, I'm a morning person,I have an internal alarm clock and I get up super early."

" He never does this with you?"

" No, " You shrug and get into position." It's fine, it's not his thing. Sooo, next what you want to do is tilt your pelvis-"

" Well that sounds awfully intimate. I usually prefer dinner first before I go tilting my pelvis-"

You laugh." Just dinner? Wow, your a cheap date, you should at least hold out for drinks too."

This time he chuckled. " I'll remember that. So show me what you want me to do?"

You demonstrated, starting in tabletop, moving into cow than cat pose, breathing as you went. It felt so good to stretch your muscles.

Eddie mimicked your movements, groaning as he stretched." Fuck, this does feel good."

"See? I told you! So next we will do the heart melting pose, you start back in tabletop pose then you are going to walk your hands out, dip your chest down to the ground, arms straight out in front of you, ass in the air-" you caught a glimpse of Eddie full on staring at your ass and you smiled to yourself but quickly looked away. He was a guy, that was what guys did. "Breathe -"

" I, uh , I think this one is a little out of my comfort zone Princess."

You turned your head to look at him. "I have total faith in you Edward Munson."

"I wouldn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of a pretty girl. I'm afraid that if I got down on the floor like that I wouldn't be able to get up."

You slid gracefully from melting heart pose into upward facing dog and watched Eddie's breath hitch. You smiled. Ok, so maybe it gave you a little thrill seeing his eyes follow your movements, watching your body, and maybe you were putting on a little show.....

" Would it, uh , bother you if I kind of did my thing over here in this corner of the room?"

You laughed. " I mean, this is your house....."

" I'm just trying to be a gracious host Sweetheart."

" Your a wonderful host. Please Eddie, do whatever you would like."

You watched him as he went over to the weights, picked them up and started doing curls. You could see the muscles in his arm flexing under all the tattoos. You closed your eyes and concentrated again on your breathing but all could hear was HIS breathing, his little grunts as he did his reps, you needed to reel yourself back in. He was your friend, your boyfriends Father for fuck sake.

" Hey uh, Sweetheart? Would it fuck up your concentration if I played a little music? It's so fucking quiet down here I feel like all I can hear is my heavy breathing."

You opened an eye and peeked at him, let out a breath."Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here."

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Eddie:

" Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here." I watched as she smoothly transitioned into another pose. Fuck.Yeah, pretend like she's not even here. Well that's fucking impossible. Pretend like she's not here,wearing her tight yoga pants and a sports bra, bent over with her sweet ass up in the air, pretend like she's not stretching into these impossible poses that are making me think the most inappropriate things about my son's girlfriend.

Snap the fuck out of it Munson, stop acting like a horny teenager. Pull yourself together.

A distraction, I need a distraction.I put down my weights and turned on the radio. There we go, Alice in Chains. I went to my weight bench and sat back, started doing some bench presses.

" I'm the man in the box, buried in my shit, won't you come and save me?" I heard her sing. I smiled to myself. That's fucking adorable. She's doing yoga and singing Man in the box.

" Do you need a spotter?" She asked, walking over,adjusting the messy bun piled on top of her head.

I smirked." Think you could lift this bar if I dropped it?"

" Good point." She laughed. " Think I could try? Obviously I am not as strong as you are, I would have to start off a little lighter."

I smiled and put the bar back in the cradle."Let me set it up for you." I got up and adjusted the weights to something I thought she would be able to handle. I watched her straddle the bench and sit down." There you go Princess, now lay down-"

" I usually prefer a date with dinner and drinks before I just lay down," she smirked.

I smirked." You're such a smart ass."

" I mean, I am dating your Son, I have to be a smart ass just to keep up with him " She laid back.

" Very accurate statement." I moved to the head of the bench and stood over her. " We'll just take it easy ok?" She looked up at me with big, doe eyes and nodded."Don't worry, I've got you Sweetheart. Now, hands apart slightly wider than shoulder width, good, bar directly over your shoulders. Perfect. Plant your feet on the ground. Your going to want to engage your core Darlin, don't arch your back. Good, " I watched as she lowered and raised the bar, I kept my hands close just in case. "Excellent job."

" Doin' good? This is fucking hard-" She let out a breath. " You make it look easy." She did a couple of reps than put the bar back. I walked around to the foot of the bench and extended my hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted." I think I will stick to little weights."

" You did awesome." I smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair off her forehead.

" Thanks." She smiled ." Is it still cool if I hang out down here with you? Maybe run on the treadmill?"

" Absolutely. It's,uh kind of nice to have someone to work out with."

" Ditto. Does that mean we have a date down here tomorrow morning?"

" Sure, I'd like that."

" Perfect!" She fist bumped me and smiled."Workout buddies!"

I smiled." Yeah, workout buddies."

We stayed down in the gym for about an hour,  listening to music, shootin the shit, doing our thing. It was actually fun, especially because she was just as motivated as I was if not more .

The next morning I woke up bright and early and made my way down to the basement. She was already there, stretching, wearing ridiculously short shorts and another sports bra. Jesus Christ, can't she just wear sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt or something?The outfits this girl wore, her short little belly shirts and tight jeans, goddamn, she was fucking killing me and she didn't even know it.

She smiled." Good Morning Mr. Munson, are you ready to work up a sweat?"

I just shook my head and smirked." I'm ready if you are Doll."

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