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miss-americana-reputation · 9 months

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Smoke And Mirrors

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

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TW// 18+, slut shaming kinda, marijuana consumption, slight bondage, oral (m receiving), humping, let me know if i missed anything !!

You and Eddie rarely ever fought. And when you did, it was always resolved within an hour or so. This time was different. You knew you crossed a line as soon as you said it, but you weren’t sure how to apologize.

Honestly, you were usually pretty calm during your arguments. You never screamed at each other, and both of you made up soon after it was over. This time though, you weren’t sure how to recover.

It was the dumbest thing you’d ever fought over, and you’d fought over some stupid shit. You came into the auto shop to bring Eddie lunch, and saw a pretty blonde girl talking to him at the counter. The way she batted her eyelashes and flicked her hair over her shoulder was all too much for your jealousy to handle.

You kept it cool at the shop, not wanting to cause a disruption. But as soon as he walked through the apartment door, all hell broke loose. You know you shouldn’t have snapped at him the way you did, but your emotions couldn’t help themselves sometimes.

“Who was that girl?” You interrogate with your hands on your hips, and your head cocked to the side.

He hadn’t even taken his shoes off at the door before you started going in. “What girl?” He scoffs, hanging his coat on the rack.

“The girl. The one at the shop. Giving you those fuck me eyes.” You walk closer to him, wanting to see how his face reacted to your questions.

He sighs as he takes his shoes off and makes his way to the kitchen for an after work beer. “No one was giving me fuck me eyes, babe.”

“I fucking saw it!” You follow him into the kitchen, hovering over him wherever he moved. “Don’t act dumb with me, I know what I saw. And you didn’t seem to want to stop it either.”

“Just because a girl comes in the shop and tries to flirt her way into a deal doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop being nice. It’s called customer service.” He groans, making his way to the couch and turning on the TV, obviously trying to stop the argument from happening.

“Customer service.” You scoff, standing on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, sure looked like you were ready to service that fucking customer.”

He slams his beer on the coffee table and turns to look at you. “Can you fucking stop? I wasn’t flirting with her, I don’t want her. I want you. If she was flirting with me then that’s on her, not me.”

“I find that quite hard to believe coming from a man who used to throw his dick around for any girl who wanted the slightest deal on their drugs in school.” The second you said it, you regretted it. It was a sensitive topic that he didn’t like remembering. He told you about that part of his life in confidence, and here you were using it against him.

His face immediately dropped, you weren't sure if it was anger or sadness, but you knew either one wasn’t good. He stood up and started putting his shoes and coat on before grabbing his keys from the bowl by the door.

“Where are you going?” Your tone is a bit softer now, knowing you’re treading through deep water.

“M’leaving. If you want to sit here and berate me over something that didn’t even happen, then have at it. But I'm not gonna fucking take it.” He walks out, slamming the door behind him making you wince.

Once you hear his van speed off, you run your hands across your face, racking your brain around how you’d fix this. You sit in bed for about an hour, waiting for him to come back before you finally accept the fact that he’ll come back on his own once he calms down. Which you also knew could take a while.

You decide to take a shower and get ready for bed, not expecting him to come back any time soon. You’re able to calm your own anxiety down a bit as the hot water rushes over your body. Once you’re done with your shower, you spend a little extra time in there collecting your thoughts, thinking of ways to apologize once Eddie does return.

When you make your way into the bedroom, you’re met with Eddie sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the TV with a joint in his mouth. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence, even though you know he’s not high enough to not realize you’re standing right next to him.

“Didn’t hear you come in.” You state as you walk towards the dresser to fish out some pajamas.

“Been here for about 20 minutes. You were in the shower.” He responds, taking a hit off of his joint and keeping his eyes on the TV.

You grab some night clothes and place them on the bed, sighing as you walk over to him. “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have said what I did. I know that was a low blow and- I’m just sorry.” Eddie stays silent, not giving you the time of day with even some eye contact. He just sits there and continues smoking and watching TV. “Can you at least look at me, please? I’m really sorry, I am. Just tell me how to make it up to you and- and I’ll do it.” Eddie finally looks up at you with little to no emotion behind his eyes. You try to read his thoughts, but there truly is nothing there to work with.

“Come here.” He says flatly, spreading his legs open as an invitation for you to stand between them. You make your way over, nudging yourself in between his thighs as you hold your towel up and look down at him. He takes the joint out of his mouth and presses it against yours. You open up slightly as he places it between your lips. “Turn around.”

You abide, turning around while still holding your towel up by your chest. He wraps his arms around your upper body, taking your wrists in his hands and pulling your arms down, allowing the towel to drop at your feet. You shudder as the cold air hits your body, causing goosebumps to appear along your skin.

He lets go of your wrists, letting your arms hang at your sides as you hear him play with the buckle of his belt. Your body tenses as you wonder what his next move will be. He shimmies the belt out of the loops and grabs your wrists again, pulling them together behind your back. He wraps the belt around them, tying it in place so you can’t move out of the restraint.

He places his hands on your hips and turns you to face him once again. “Now…” He starts as he pulls his shirt above his head, and lowers his pants slightly to reveal a smidge of his happy trail. “You’re gonna sit right here, and you’re gonna rub your little cunt along my stomach until you cum all over me.”

You look at him dumbfounded. Unsure as to what kind of satisfaction this would really bring either of you, but you still decide to do as he says. You straddle his lap, pulling yourself higher up so you’re sat on his lower stomach as you feel the thick hair of his happy trail brush against your clit, sending a shiver down your body. He takes the joint from your mouth and plops it back in his, taking a long hit before blowing it directly in your face. “Go on, then.”

You start to grind yourself into him, immediately understanding exactly why he wanted you to do this. The feeling of his coarse hair on his lower stomach gliding against your clit was way more satisfactory than you thought it would be. Eddie doesn’t react at all. Even with your growing arousal pouring around him, he makes no noise, and no movement. That is until you feel his hands come up to your hips, stilling them for a moment.

He moves down to the corner of the bed, facing the full length mirror perched against the wall. “I need to see how needy your pussy is for just my stomach.” You let out a breathy moan at his words before going back to pushing yourself up and down his little happy trail.

Eddie keeps his eyes on the mirror, watching your slick coat his skin as you glide around him, and the way you try to writhe out of the belt with every shift. He keeps one hand by his side, while the other continues to pull the joint in and out of his mouth. You speed up your movements, hoping to gain some sort of reaction out of him. But, it only results in a larger reaction from yourself.

Your breathing gets heavy with every brush against your clit, your moans get raspier and more frequent as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. You know Eddie can feel it. He can always tell by the way your pussy pulses and throbs around him, exactly how it was right now.

“Eddie… I’m- I’m close.” You pant, only moving faster on top of him.

He takes a long drag, blowing it out above your head. “I said you were gonna keep going until you came all over me. So, cum.” He says completely emotionless. You bury your head in his chest, panting and moaning as you rock faster and harder into him, his thick hair creating just the right amount of friction against your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Eddie… I’m gonna… fuck I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish your sentence before your legs begin to shake as your orgasm rushes over you. You fall into his chest as you paint his entire lower stomach in your slick.

“Good girl.” He coos, still not a lot of emotion in his tone. You keep your head buried in his chest as you try to catch your breath, before he brings his hand to your face. He grabs you by the jaw, moving your head so that you’re looking up at him. “Open up.” He taps your lips with his index finger as you open wide. He holds the joint in between his fingers, placing it in his mouth before inhaling a large amount of smoke and blowing it directly into yours.

He drags his thumb from your top lip to your bottom, making you close your mouth as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You look up at him, holding it in for a moment before blowing it out right into his face. He chuckles softly, the most emotion you’ve gotten out of him all night.

You start to slide off of him as you feel the growing bulge in his pants. You look up at him with a smirk, and he cocks his head to the side. “You got yourself into this mess, you’re gonna get yourself out of it. Get on your knees and put that fucking mouth to work.”

You nod, sliding down onto your knees in front of him. You try to move your hands to pull his pants down before you remember they’re tied behind you. “My hands are behind my back.”

“And they’re gonna stay like that.” He says sternly. He lifts his hips off the bed slightly, before pushing his jeans down with his boxers and allowing them to pool at his ankles. Your mouth salivates at the sheer image of his hard cock springing up to his stomach. “Well… It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You lick your lips and scoot closer to him, kissing the tip and kitten licking around it. He reaches down and squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips purse out. “Did I say I wanted you to tease me?” You look at him and shake your head. “I said suck it. So… suck.it.”

Your eyes glisten as you give him a look of agreement before he lets go of your face. You lick a hard stripe from the base to the tip to coat him in your saliva before taking him all in your mouth. You moan immediately as you're met with the taste of him, the small amount of precum leaking out of his tip and coating your tastebuds.

You look up at him as you begin to bob your head up and down, hoping to see him with his eyes closed and head thrown back like normal. But instead, he just stares as he lights up another joint, inhaling and blowing it out in your face as you take his cock as far as you can.

You try your best to keep your eyes on him, trying to gain some kind of reaction as you swivel your mouth around him every time you reach the tip again. Nothing. Usually, you’d be quite irritated by the fact that he hasn’t shown you the slightest amount of pleasure in all of this other than his hard cock, but honestly, it was kind of turning you on even more than normal.

Being tied up and used for his liking is only making your already dripping cunt grow wetter. You speed up your movements, taking him deeper with every stroke of your mouth until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

“See how much better it is when your mouth is full of my cock and not bullshit accusations?” You hum around him, not wanting to risk a punishment of letting go. You breathe deep through your nose to allow you to keep going once you feel his cock start to throb inside of you.

Turning your eyes back to his, you see them twitch as he gets closer to reaching his own high. You smirk around him before deciding to go full on. You straighten your back so that you’re able to reach the top of him easier as you take him down your throat as fast and hard as possible, hollowing your cheeks at the same time to create a tighter space for him.

Your tits bounce up and down with every bob of your head, and you feel his legs start to stiffen. You think you hear a small moan escape from his mouth, so you look up at him through your eyelashes to see his mouth slightly agape as his left hand fists the sheets below him.

“Keep fucking going.” He growls through gritted teeth, placing the joint back in his mouth as he removes his gaze from you and places it on the mirror behind you. Your head is moving so fast that it’s making the bed bounce below him.

His legs spasm below your chest as he twitches in your mouth. You suck him a few more times, squeezing your cheeks around the shaft of his cock before the taste of his cum spills inside your mouth without warning. You keep sucking, wanting to milk him for everything he’s worth as you feel spurt after spurt coating the entirety of your tongue and throat. You swallow him down while he’s still in your mouth, making him twitch again before you keep sucking.

His legs begin to shake as he squirms underneath you, groaning profanities above you and fisting the sheets with both hands now, getting ash from the joint all over the bed. You snicker quietly as you watch him struggle to keep his composure, before he’s gripping you by the hair and pulling you off of him.

“Jesus, I said suck my dick not take my whole soul.” He chuckles breathlessly, brushing your hair out of your face, finally showing you some kind of affection.

“S’too good. Couldn’t help myself.” You smile, licking your lips of his taste.

“C’mere.” He places his hand around your jaw, softly this time as he pulls you up and kisses you with more of a sense of love than lust.

You hum softly into his mouth before pulling back. “I really am sorry, baby.”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, I forgive you.” He smiles and places a peck to your forehead as he reaches behind you and unties the belt from your wrists. “This time…” He smirks with a smack to your ass.

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miss-americana-reputation · 9 months

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this random thought came to my mind. where you constantly tease eddie by pretending to go in to kiss him but moving at the last second and when you do, you blow air into his mouth.

fluff, innocent teasing, kissing, pretending to kiss, established relationship, they live together

“baby.” eddie comes up behind me while i finish up folding the laundry. “hm?” i hum as he moves and steals a shirt from the pile. “how was work?” i ask. “it was decent. fixed up that shit bucket carol drives.” he answers. “why does she still drive it?” i ask, folding the last article of clothing.

“no clue.” he grabs some gray sweatpants and pulls them on. “how was your day off?” he asks as i turn to put the clean clothes away. “it was good, cleaned the whole trailer.” i smile.

“oh.” he smiles as he pulls his hair out of the bun. he gives his scalp a small massage and then softly grabs my hip. he leans in and at the last minute i pull away.

“baby.” he pouts. i softly smile and he leans down again but i move away again. i pull out from his grip and go back to putting laundry away. “can you start dinner?” i ask. “fine.” he sighs and leaves, disappearing into the kitchen.

i finish up and join him. he has a pot of water on the stove and he’s pulling out sauce. “hi.” i smile. “hey.” he nods. “i got that penny-whatever pasta you like.” he smiles. “thank you.” i grin.

“mhm.” he nods. i move and go to kiss him. he smiles and immediately it turns into a frown as i pull away. “does my breath smell?” he asks. “no?” i question. “then why don’t you kiss me?” he asks. “eddie. i didn’t know it was gonna hurt you, i was doing it as a joke.” i explain.

“hm.” he pouts. “i’m sorry.” i apologize. “it’s okay, i forgive you.” he smiles. i lean it and he grins. i blow a small puff of air into his mouth. he pulls away and turns back to the stove.

“i’ll kiss you the proper way. i’m sorry.” i apologize. “promise?” he asks. “promise.” i smile. i lean in and kiss him. “better.” he says, pulling away. “you need to kiss me many times to make up.” he states. “got it.” i nod and kiss him one more time.

#eddie munson #x reader #i love him #eddie munson blurb #blurb #fluff #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #established relationship #established couple

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miss-americana-reputation · 9 months

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modern!eddie x sensitive!crybaby!gf reader

based on the vid of the girl crying over the horse, who i think has the same reaction as reader

fluff, she cries in this, eddie comforts her, modern!eddie, gamer!eddie, mentions of drugs (pens)

i’m scrolling on tiktok on eddie’s couch while eddie sits on the edge of his couch, playing on his playstation, playing whatever game he’s been obsessed with lately. he looks over at me while hitting his pen between matches, asking me if i want a hit.

a video comes up with a girl crying and duetting a video of a horse. the horse is getting it’s number printed on each of it’s side with paint. the way they “brand” it is with the tool they use to maim them, by burning.

the video goes to the horses face which looks sad and like it was expecting to get burned. i immediately feel a wave of sadness come over me, tears pricking my eyes.

i try to hold them back but i fail and tears stream down my face and i let out a few sniffles. eddie turns to face me while i let tears fall down my face. “what’s wrong?” he asks. i don’t answer and continue to think about the horse as i continue to cry.

“baby.” he sighs. “i need to go.” he said into his mic and turns off his game. he gets up and climbs to me. “what’s up?” he asks as he sits by me. “the horse.” i say through tears. “the horse?” he questions. “yes!” i state.

“what happened?” he asks. “it looks surprise it didn’t get hurt.” i answer. “aw, come here.” he pulls me against him. “it’s okay.” he coos. “it didn’t get hurt though, so it’s okay.” he adds.

“but it probably saw it friends get hurt.” i point out. “i know, it sucks. but it didn’t get hurt, so that’s something.” he says, kissing the top of my head. i start to cry over the fact it saw it’s friends get hurt and he kisses my forehead.

“baby. it’s okay. let it out.” he says calmly. i continue and he comforts me as i finish up. “everything okay?” he asks and i nod against his chest. “okay.” he smiles, kissing me softly.

“i love you.” he whispers against me. “i love you.” i whisper back. “sorry about ruining your game.” i apologize. “it’s okay, it’s okay.” he rushes out. “i needed to stop anyways.” he shrugs.

“you’re my little cry baby.” he softly smile. “my baby.” he adds. “ed’s.” i softly laugh. “see, you’re healed.” he grins. “wanna stay like this?” he asks. “mhm.” i nod. “good.” he smiles. we stay like that for a while until he fixes us lunch.

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#eddie munson #x reader #eddie munson fluff #i love him #reader is female #modern!eddie x reader #modern!eddie munson #screaming crying throwing up #i wanna bite his arms #he’s amazing #he’s a cutie #he’s a dork #he’s adorable #he’s so perfect

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miss-americana-reputation · 9 months

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sfw and nsfw eddie munson head cannons

sfw

feeds stray cats

goes wild for diet coke

only uses normal chapstick, like with no flavor

always loses chapstick

gets scared during thunderstorms

guilty pleasure romcom watcher

was a dinosaur kid

has bad allergies

loves david bowie

almost always nicks himself while shaving

thinks wine is nasty

wears contacts

wanted to be a drummer as a kid

used to have a lava lamp

wanted to drink the lava lamp juice

modern!eddie would go wild for bucees

nsfw

has a squiring kink

enjoys a good milf

probably has a small collection of sex toys in the back of his closet

if you’re down, will record sex

if wayne isn’t home will have loud ass sex

has broken a headboard

loves to use handcuffs

is a dom but sometimes likes to be tied up, while still being dom

loves to spank you no matter where. at school? slapping you ass as you pass him. at home? absolutely. especially if in bed or on the couch he’ll just pull you into his lap and like play drums with you

most dates end up with kinky ass sex

fights end with the meanest and dirtiest sex

“you know i love you? because i’m gonna fuck you like i hate you.” vibes

if you consent to you beforehand, you will wake up with him between your thighs

he loves to tease you

loves you riding on his thigh

ofc has a sex playlist/cassette tape

very jealous

you will be covered in hickeys after sex but mainly in general

he loves fucking in public

if y’all are home alone trust he’ll hide your clothes after a shower

will force you to be naked

loves to smoke during sex

can tell if you need soft and slow sex

#eddie munson #headcanon #sfw headcanons #nsfw headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #nsfw #sfw #i love him #i want to bite him

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miss-americana-reputation · 10 months

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HIS VOICE. OMFG

HELLO???? 😭😭😭 I WAS NOT READY

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miss-americana-reputation · 10 months

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I JUST GOT THE BEST FUCKING IDEA EVER. THAT MIGHTVE ALREADY BEEN DONE BUT FUCK IT.

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miss-americana-reputation · 10 months

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miss americana master list

eddie munson

it’s okay (single dad!eddie)

you’re losing me

sfw and nsfw headcanons

crybaby!gf

pulling away from kisses

one for the munny’s summer writing challenge submissions of mine

🐙 prompt (mafia!eddie)

🦀 prompt (mafia!eddie)

🃏 prompt (cowboy!eddie)

👙 prompt (cowboy!eddie)

☀️ prompt (rockstar!eddie)

heath ledger characters

love her madly (patrick verona)

strawberry kisses (patrick verona)

animals (joker)

save a horse… (ennis del mar)

klaus mikealson

back off bitch part 2

jealous!klaus

slash

coming soon…

kirk hammet

coming soon…

#eddie munson #klaus mikaelson #slash gnr #kirk hammett #heath ledger #miss-americana-reputation

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okay, okay. so the lovely @luveline wrote an amazing story about single!dad!eddie missing a classroom party thing. but thank god reader showed up. i wrote a comfort fic before this and now i need to even it out with a bit of hurt.

so here’s this with single!dad!eddie being late to a class party. (it’s a halloween one bc i love halloween idfc if it’s june rn)

it’s okay

single!dad!eddie

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“shit. shit. shit.” i’m suddenly reminded what day it was, what i promised rhiannon. rhiannon, my 5 year old daughter, who’s mom left a month after she was born, and who i adored, and she adored me back.

“what’s up?” wayne asks, from below the car we’re working on. “i totally forgot.” i say, checking the clock, seeing there’s only 5 minutes left before i’m supposed to be there, with capri suns.

“i volunteered to get drinks for rhia’s class party. shit. i need to go. i’ll be back in like 3ish.” i explain, trying to wipe off what grease and grim i can. “take the rest off.” wayne shrugs. “thanks so much.” i call back.

i quickly jumps into my van, it now has a back seat for her car seat. i rush to the nearest store and wipe them out of their capri sun stalk, which wasn’t that much to start with.

then i race to the school, already 2 minutes late. i get there, wipe myself off the best i can one last time before heading inside.

i sign myself in and makes my way to the classroom. i open the door to see the kids playing and i scan the room for rhiannon. she’s sitting off to the side but with a small smile.

“here.” i hand the boxes to one of the “room mom”’s and goes to rhiannon. “hey booger.” i smile at her. she turns to face me and a grin gets plastered over her face.

“daddy!” she smiles. “yeah.” i smile back. “you came.” she whispers. “mhm. i was a little late but it’s okay.” i promise. “you look so good.” i smile at her princess dress.

“thank you.” she smiles. “go play and i’ll help set up.” i smile at her. she gives me one last squeeze before running to join her friends.

i leave and goes to help set up final details. “she’s a cute kid.” the mom who i handed the drinks to smiles. “thank you, and thanks for taking the drinks. sorry i kinda threw them to you.” i apologize. “no problem.” she shrugs.

i help set some things out, looking over at rhiannon playing a couple of times. “so i’m guessing you work at the body shop?” she tries to make conversation. “yeah. just got off and had to race here.” i smile.

“oh. well maybe you could check out my engine.” she not so subtly suggests. “oh.” i slightly blushes.

“i’m assuming you’re a single parent, since i really only see you.” she responds. “yeah. i am.” i nod. “i basically am, husband’s lazy.” she rants. “sorry to hear that.” i respond.

she continues until the teacher announces it’s snack time. the food gets passed out and i decide to a spot next to rhinannon, sitting in a slightly bigger chair. “daddy.” she smiles. “yeah?” i ask as she eats.

it’s a huge amount of sugar but i’m not stopping it. i’ll just let her run around.

“want some?” she hands me a handful of goldfish. “i’m okay. you ate up and enjoy your party.” i respond. “okay.” she smiles.

she continues to eat and i sit there and talk to other moms with their kids and the kids themselves. “daddy’s gonna take me trick o treating.” rhinannon tells the boy in front of her.

“he has halloween tattoos.” he points to the bats. i softly smile as his attention gets pulled away. eventually i get pulled away, leaving rhia with her friends.

i’m putting gift bags into a box for a mom to pass out when the mom from earlier comes up. “i like the tattoos.” she smirks. “thanks. got them done in highschool.” i explain. “good choice, when are you working next?” she asks.

“monday, up until 2.” i answer. “oh. well maybe i could visit you after hours?” she flirts. “oh um, i’m seeing what’s happening here.” i whisper. “what? i’m just trying to get my car fixed and maybe a nice date for once.” she smirks.

“i’m sorry. i’m not interested like that to you, to anyone.” i state my ground. “fine.” she grows cold. “i’m sure i could do more than you fist could.” she snarls. “i’m not interested in banging anyone currently, especially not someone’s wife.” i explain, finishing up.

i turn before she can respond. i hand the box to another mom and join rhinannon. “daddy.” she smiles. “yeah?” i smile back. “show them your drawings, show them your drawings!” she smiles, pointing to a group of her friends.

i sigh and roll up my sleeves to show them. they all smile and i decide to not show the ones on my chest. they ask me questions before getting cut off by the gift baggies getting passed out.

they all run to collect them and by that time the party is finishing up. the kids put the gift baggies into their backpacks as we, the parents, clean and collect things.

i carry out the heavy stuff to the trash. i come back to see the kids getting ready for the end of school. i help wipe things down and finish up the small details.

“daddy.” i hear rhinannon call for me. i turn to see her holding her backpack. “yeah?” i ask, going to her. “help.” she says. “here.” i put it on her. they all get in line as the parents have to go to the front of school for pick up.

the same mom comes up to me while we wait. “listen, a girl like that needs a mom. i’m just letting you know.” she states. “i’m raising her just fine, if she needs a woman to give her advice, i have friends who are girls and who are willing to help.” i say, calmly.

she leaves as the kids come out. the wind blowing is making it cooler as i wait for rhin’s class. eventually i see her run to me. “hi princess.” i smile, picking her up. “hi.” she grins.

i take her backpack away from her, slinging it over my shoulder. “let’s go.” i smile. we get into the van and she tells me about the day at school before i came.

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seriously check out her fic

#eddie munson #single!dad!eddie #dad!eddie munson #he’s a cute dad #girl dad #mechanic!eddie #he’s such a dilf #dilf!eddie munson #dilf #he’s such a cutie #he’s amazing #i don’t even want kids

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writing comfort for @oneforthemunny bc i need some rn

🐙 prompt- mafia!eddie

🐙- domestic blurb!! any of the dad!eddie’s take their kids to stay with wayne for a mini vacation (or staycation if they’re in hawkins). I love grandpa!wayne and dad!eddie make my ovaries cry.

a/n- i hc reader and eddie have a daughter phoebe. and ofc uncle wayne makes an appearance.

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“hey.” eddie smiles as wayne opens the door. “hi.” wayne softly laughs. i smile as he brings me and eddie into a tight hug.

phoebe pulls on wayne’s legs and he bends down, with his knees popping and he slightly groans, and picks her up. “hi.” she smiles. “hey buttercup.” he smiles at her.

we all head inside to the small trailer. we sit down on the couch and catch up, steering away from the conversation of eddie’s work.

halfway through, with the warm feeling of homely vibe of the trailer and the nice warmth throughout, i feel my eyes droop. “you okay?” eddie whispers to me. “fine, just tired.” i hum out. “okay.” he nods.

“daddy.” phoebe smiles. “yeah?” he asks. “there’s a pond. can we check it out?” she asks. “um, how about just you and pop-pop, me and mommy are gonna take a nap.” he explains. “okay!” phoebe smiles.

“wanna go check the hall closet for the gear?” wayne asks her. “yes.” she smiles and leaves. “listen. i love phoebe, but i swear to god, if you make another grand baby in this trailer, i’ll reek hell on you,” he explains. “especially because i’m giving you the bed.” he adds.

“got it.” eddie nods. “mhm. i’m actually just exhausted.” i agree. “okay.” wayne says. “found it.” phoebe smiles, running empty handed. “okay. let me go grab it and you stay.” he gets up.

“daddy? are you coming?” she asks. “no, me and mommy are gonna take a nap.” he nods. “okay.” she smiles.

“so. you wanna focus really on the elbow and wrist.” wayne tells olivia. “okay.” she smiles. “you like the one i got for you?” he asks her about the barbie fishing rod he has.

“you still play with those barbie’s and bratz?” he asks her. “yeah, and webkinz.” she answers. “got it.” he nods. “so how’s your daddy doing?” he asks her. “good. he’s been busy.” she answers, legs swinging.

“oh. how’s mommy?” he asks. “she’s good. she got me a new barbie and webkinz.” she smiles. “that’s nice.” he smiles.

he notices that her small line is pulling. “here. bring it in, bring it in.” he encourages and she does, getting a small fish. “i got one! i got one!” she cheers. “good job. here, let me get a picture.” wayne sets his down and pulls out his camera.

he snaps a picture of her holding the squirming fish. “here, let’s release it.” wayne says, reaching for the line. he throws it back and they continue the cycle.

“having fun?” eddie makes them both jump. “hey.” wayne nods at him. “daddy! daddy!” phoebe runs into his arms. “yeah?” he says, holding her against his chest. “i caught one!” she grins. “really? do you still have it?” he asks.

“no. grandpa wayne said it’s catch and re-release.” she explains. “oh okay.” he nods. “where’s mommy?” she asks. “she’s still asleep.” he explains. “okay. can you stay?” she asks. “okay. wanna sit in my lap or i can still on the ground?” he asks. “lap.” she nods.

he nods and puts her on his lap. wayne is really the only one fishing as eddie and wayne talk while phoebe listens.

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#munnysummergame #eddie munson #x reader #mafia!eddie #mafia!eddie munson #comfort #dad!eddie munson #mafia!dad!eddie #uncle wayne #he’s a cute dad #girl dad

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you’re losing me

eddie munson x reader

warnings- angst, idk if the ending is comfort, mild cussing

based on you’re losing me by taylor swift

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“eddie.” i whisper. “hm?” he hums, still tuning with his guitar. “are you gonna come to bed?” i ask. “later.” he mumbles. “oh.” i sigh and leave, getting into bed alone.

i let my head hit the pillow before tears slip down. i don’t even attempt to wipe them away. eventually i fall asleep, one small wipe to my cheeks before i drift off.

i wake up in an empty bed and his side cold. i sigh and pad into the kitchen. i see his handwriting sprawled across a note.

emergency band meeting

-eddie

i sigh and make myself coffee. not even a ‘love eddie’ just an ‘-eddie’.

i’m pouring the creamer into my cup when the door opens and he appears. “morning.” i softly smile. “hey.” he sends a small smile back.

i watch him grab himself a cup of coffee and go and sit down on the couch, turning on the tv. i glare at him as i sip on my coffee.

he didn’t even say morning to me, or kiss me, or hardly acknowledge me.

i sit down beside him and try to cuddle into his side. it just seems that he’s cold, he’s not responding. “ed’s.” i say softly. “yeah?” he asks. “i love you.” i smile. “love you.” he responds, turning back to the tv.

“so, what was the emergency?” i ask. “gareth got a good idea, wanted to put it on paper.” he shrugs. “oh.” i turn back to the tv.

“did you sleep at all?” i ask. “for like 30 minutes.” he shrugs. “oh.” i pick at my sweater. i continue to stay there and let my coffee get cold.

eventually i can’t take it and look up at him. “eddie.” i sigh, pushing myself off of him. “what?” he asks. “do you love me?” i feel tears threaten to spill. “what? of course i do.” he swears.

“well fucking act like it.” i beg. “i have been.” he scoffs. “no you haven’t.” i point out, getting up. “what do you mean?” he responds. “you’re never here!” i yell.

“i’m here right now, and i was here all day yesterday.” he points out, now standing also. “you weren’t though! you might’ve been in the same apartment, but you’re not with me. you barely talked to me, only until i talked to you. you didn’t eat with me. you didn’t even lay down in bed with me. for fucks sake.” i rant.

“if you don’t want to be with me, just tell me. i can’t deal with this.” i beg him. “i do want to be with you.” he argues. “then act like it!” i yell.

he sighs, rubbing his hands over his face, sitting back down. there’s a moment of silence and i let the tears i’ve been holding back, fall.

“baby.” he sighs, getting up. i try to wipe them away but they keep falling. “hey.” he says softly. he moves my hands away and wipes away the tears.

“i’m sorry.” he apologizes. “sorry for not showing you how much i love you, because trust me, i love you more than life itself, more than anything. sorry for being an asshole, and sorry for not putting you and our relationship first.” he coos.

“i’m sorry for yelling.” i apologize. “it’s okay.” he softly laughs. “i promise i’ll be better.” he states. “me too.” i nod. “i love you.” he smiles. “i love you.” i smile back. “i’ll cancel my plans for the next week, just for me to make up for lost time. almost lost the most important thing to me.” he smiles.

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#eddie munson #x reader #eddie munson angst #angst #i lowkey hate it #based off of taylor swift #he’s an asshole #he’s an idiot #i’m so tired #i’m sad #angst than comfort #you’re losing me

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love her madly

patrick verona x reader

warnings- smut 18+, fluff, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, spitting, name calling aka degrading, dacryphilia

inspired by love her madly- the doors

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“i got it.” i call out as patrick knocks on the door. “hi.” i smile and open it to see him smiling there. “hey.” he smiles back, softly kissing the side of my lips. “you’re early.” i point out, inviting him in. “wanna make a good impression.” he responds.

“okay, dad.” i call out, pulling him deeper into the house. i drag him into the living room to where my dad sits, watching tv. “yeah- oh.” he says, looking at us.

“this is patrick, my boyfriend.” i smile. “nice to meet you, sir.” he reaches to shake his hand. my dad shakes it and looks him up and down before letting go.

eventually i pull him away and into the kitchen where my mom is finishing up. “who’s this?” my mom smiles. “patrick, my boyfriend.” i introduce him. “nice to meet you patrick.” she smiles. “nice to meet you too, ma’am.” he smiles.

“dear.” she changes her attention to you. “hm?” i hum. “remember, we gonna have to cut dinner a bit short. the patterson’s invited me and your dad to a cocktail party.” she explains. “got it. i’ll clean up.” i softly smile. “perfect,” she says, wiping off her hands, “go make the table while i finish up.” she smiles.

i nod and pull out plates and silverware, handing the plates to patrick. we set down plates and cups. “wanna go get my dad?” i whisper to him as i follow behind him with silverware while he sets cups down. “i think he wants to kill me.” he whispers back. “i’ll go.” he sighs as he finishes and i smile as he leaves.

i help bring the dishes to the table as they come into the kitchen.

eventually we all get situated and we start eating. “food’s lovely, ma’am.” patrick smiles at my mom. “thank you.” she responds. “so any plans for after graduation?” my dad asks. “i’m planning on working at the music store at main street.” he smiles.

“oh isn’t that nice. been meaning to check that one out.” my mom smiles. we continue to eat for a moment, i softly take his hand under the table. i squeeze it one time for a check in, and he squeezes it back once to say he’s okay.

“so you do anything outside of school?” my dad asks. “yeah, i like to fix up cars, but your daughter seems to take up a lot of my time.” he answers, trying to get a laugh out of my dad. “oh. a future mechanic, huh.” he nods before eating.

dinner went by painfully awkward, eventually my mom and dad freshen up for the party and we finished eating then cleaning up.

“i think he hates me.” he sighs, carrying the last of the dishes to the sink. “he just needs to warm up to you.” i respond, washing off the plates. “do i smell like cigarettes? knew i should’ve not smoked today.” he asks.

“you’re fine, most dads don’t like their daughter dating people.” i smile. “hm. he thinks i’m a failure.” he sighs. “he doesn’t, i promise. he’s just tough.” i smile.

“okay, we’re heading out.” my mom walks into the kitchen. “okay.” i smile. “see you tomorrow. it was nice to meet you patrick.” my mom smiles. they leave as i finish up.

“okay.” i smile. he immediately presses his lips onto mine, lightly shoving me into the counter. “oh.” i hum against him. “sorry, i’ve been holding back all night.” he pants. i smile against him and pull him back.

he sneaks his hands down to my ass and he gropes them while he slips his tongue into my mouth, his easily winning dominance.

“pat.” i pant out. “hm?” he hums, moving down to my neck. “wanna go- fuck- upstairs.” i say. “okay.” he smiles. we move upstairs, stealing kisses and he slaps my ass a couple of times.

we reach my room and i pull him inside, quickly shutting and locking the door behind us. he pulls me on top of him on my bed. he connects our lips and it’s heated, clashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance, which he quickly wins.

“please.” i moan, sneaking my hand down between us and palming him. his hand grabs mine and he flips us over. “did i say you could?” he spits. “sorry.” i apologize. “naughty girl.” he says.

he moves so he’s standing and i’m laying on the bed. “come on. kneel.” he demands. i follow his commands and kneel before him. “can i?” i ask, motioning to his fly.

“yeah.” he nods. i undo his belt and unzip his fly, then pull down his pants just a little bit. he helps me and pulls down his black boxers. his member pops out, slapping against his stomach. “shit.” he sighs, stroking himself.

“please.” i whine. “what do you want?” he asks. “fuck my mouth.” i swap his hand with mine and slowly stroke him. “yeah? want to have you throat fucked?” he smiles and i nod.

i take him in my mouth and he slowly thrusts into my mouth. “shit.” he takes my hair in his hands and uses it as leverage. i moan against him and he tightens his hand. “didn’t anyone teach you to not speak with a full mouth?” he taunts.

he continues to use me while i look up at him. “fucking slut.” he groans. i squeeze my thighs together for a bit of friction. “fucking pathetic.” he lowly laughs.

“wanna tell me who’s your real daddy?” he slows down. he pulls out and i catch my breath. “y-you. you’re my real daddy.” i look up at him, with pure submission in my eyes.

“good little slut.” he says, snapping his cock back into my mouth. “jesus.” he groans as i play with his balls. he continues to thrust into my mouth so i gag around him.

he uses my mouth like i mean nothing to him. i squeeze my hips together even more, trying to cause some friction. “look at you.” he smirks at my thighs. that just fuels him as he continues to fuck me.

i moan against him and he lets out a loud groan. i meet his eyes as i feel drool slip out from the corners of my mouth. he continues to fuck me and some tears fall down my face.

“aw. pretty baby is crying? you look so pathetic. choking on daddy’s dick.” he taunts. “shit.” he sucks in a sharp breath. “getting close baby.” he warns.

his hips become sloppy as he gets closer and closer. “oh fuck.” he sighs. “you’re treating me so well.” he praises. i let him fuck me as he eventually pulls out.

he finishes himself by stroking his cock and his seed goes all over my face. “shit, fuck.” he sighs as he finishes. he calms down and softly taps his cock against my head.

“here.” he says and quick runs to my bathroom. he comes back with a towel and helps me clean up. “you look so pretty.” he smiles as i finish cleaning up. “thanks.” i smile.

i go and wash my face and get ready for bed. i finish and join him in bed. “hi.” i croak out a bit as i lay down against him. “hey.” he smiles back. “you’re gonna be able to talk?” he asks and pulls me against him. “maybe.” i smile.

he softly laughs and kisses the top of my head. “you know i can’t stay?” he whispers after a moment. “mhm.” i nod. “where you disappearing off to?” i ask. “probably the same bar as normal.” he answers. “okay.” i nod.

“i love you.” he whispers. “i love you.” i whisper back. “i’ll stay until you sleep, how’s that sound?” he asks. “that works.” i nod as i’m already half asleep. “i’ll take you out for lunch tomorrow.” he promises. “okay.” i softly smile. “mhm.” he nods.

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#smut #x reader #smut than fluff #heath ledger smut #patrick verona smut #patrick verona #10 things i hate about you #he meets the parents #good morning #it’s early #i hate them #they’re so cute

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i’m a fucking slut for @oneforthemunny (and cowboy!eddie) so here’s another summer writing challenge

🃏prompt: cowboy!eddie x reader

fluff, cussing, she sits on his lap

“ed’s.” i smile as i finish packing the cooler. “yeah?” he asks. “ready?” i ask. “mhm.” he nods. “here. i got it.” he picks it up. “what did you put in this, fucking heavy.” he asks with a smile.

we head outside and he hands me the blanket. i carry it as he leads me to where he wants to take me. “wanna tell me what’s on the menu?” he asks. “no.” i smile. “okay.” he responds.

i softly reach for his hand, he takes my hand in his rough one.

we eventually get there, to a small creek at the edge of his property. was it a walk, yes. was it worth it, absolutely.

“this is a good spot.” he stops. i look around the field with patches of wildflowers in different areas. i set the blanket down and he sets the basket down.

he sits down and pulls me into his laugh. “eddie.” i smile. “hm? wanna show me what you packed?” he asks. i unzip the cooler and pull out the items. homemade lemonades in mason jars, small sandwiches, cut up cantaloupe and black berries, carrots, and cookies.

“you went all out, huh?” he snakes his arm around my waist. “mhm.” i nod. “only the best for the best.” i smile. i move off his lap to eat.

i smile as he’s looking around at the field. “what’s so interesting?” i smile. “nothing ‘ust pretty. not as pretty as you.” he smiles. “ed’s.” i blush. “not wrong.” he shrugs.

i start to eat one of the sandwiches and he drinks some lemonade. a few minutes later he doesn’t eat and i notice. “here.” i pull out the sandwich i packed for him, his favorite, a classic ham and cheese with a slice of lettuce between it.

he says it’s his favorite because of it was his mom’s favorite.

“i was getting there.” he smiles. “sure.” i smile back as he starts to eat. i open the container with fruit and the other one with carrots. “gonna make me fat, doll. bout to break frodo’s back.” he smiles. “i just wanted to be prepared.” i shrug.

he smiles and starts to eat some fruit. i smile as i finish up my sandwich and move onto eating the fruit also.

eventually most of the fruit and some carrots are ate, all of the sandwiches are gone, and most of the lemonade is drank. he ate some cookies while i only had one.

so here i am, braiding a flower crown while he’s in the creek. i smile at him, jeans rolled up to just below his knees, as he’s trying to find frogs or crawdads.

i finish up the crown i made for him and just watch him try to catch little critters in the water. a few moments later he comes back with his hands behind his back.

“ed’s.” i smile. “close your eyes.” he’s basically bouncing like a child. “fine.” i sigh and shut them. “hands in front.” he says. i do and i feel him place something wet and slimy in my hands.

i open my eyes to see a frog in my hands. “oh my god.” i jump in surprise. the frog jumps away and eddie goes and picks it up.

he walks back over and sets it back in the water. he quickly rushes back to me. “hi.” he grins. “hi.” i smile back. “no more frogs?” i ask. “nope.” he grins. “promise?” i ask. “mhm.” he nods. “okay.” i smile as he sits down beside me.

“i love you.” he smiles. “i love you.” i softly kiss him back. he smiles against me and i tangle my hands in his hair.

“oh!” i smile. “hm?” he asks. i reach over and put the flower crown on top of him. “what’s this?” he smiles. “i made it.” i grin. “thank you.” he leans down and pecks my lips.

i smile when he pulls away. “i wish i could bottle moments like this.” i confess. “me too, pretty baby, me too.” he coos.

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#munnysummergame #fluff #eddie munson #x reader #cowboy #he’s adorable #he’s a sap #they’re so cute #i love this #i love them #picnic #they too cute #your honour im in love #your honour i love him so much

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she eats the whole industry up again. and listening to cheater cheater by joey + rory rn is just *chefs kiss*

Cowboy!Eddie, jealous, angst please

"Don't tell me you're mad about that." Eddie huffed, boots heavy against the gravel as he followed you.

You refused to answer, or look at him, arms crossed over your chest, barreling through the crowded parking lot towards his truck.

"Baby, come on." Eddie laughed dryly, shaking his head at you. "She was just talking to me."

"She was trying to fuck you, Eddie." You snapped, lips twisting in anger. "Which she's done before, apparently."

Eddie huffed, running a hand over his face. "That was a long time ago. Before you, baby, you know that-"

"-Yeah, but what I don't know is why you were talking to her." You sneer, turning on your heel to face him. "I go to the bathroom and she makes her move then, and you think, hmm, yeah this is totally fine?"

"She's just a friend." Eddie shook his head. "We've known each other a real long time. Grew up together, baby."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You'd heard that before, from your ex, before he hooked up with that same girl who was "just a friend".

"Please, don't fucking lie to me." You huffed. "I'm not doing this, Eddie. I'm not gonna look like an idiot because you can't keep your dick in your pants."

"Keep my dick- What are you talkin' about?" Eddie's jaw locked, that familiar burn of anger spiking in his chest.

"You were flirting with her!" You shrilled, arms throwing out besides you. "She was practically in your lap and you were letting her!"

"No, she wasn't, for fuckssakes!" Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was just catching up with a friend-"

"-A friend that couldn't wait to tell me that the two of you fucked? That's a friend, huh?"

"She was just joking! God, that's just how Lola is."

Your lips pressed together, fists balling. "Fuck you." You snapped, head shaking at him. "Go be with Lola then, Eddie. Go fucking be with Lola since you want to so fucking badly."

"I don't- hey! Where d'ya think you're goin', huh?" Eddie grabbed your arm lightly, your hands shoving him off roughly.

"Don't fucking touch me. Don't you dare, Eddie! I am done!" You hissed, jaw clenched and tears gathering in your eyes.

"You're done? Why are you acting so jealous? I'm with you, not her!" Eddie huffed, arms throwing out towards you for emphasis.

"You're not with me tonight, Munson." You snapped, furious and hurt. "I'll take a cab home."

"No, you're not-"

"-Yes, I am." You hissed, glaring at him. "I'm going home. You go be with Lola or-or whoever the fuck you want. I don't care, Eddie."

You stomped away, sandals crunching over the gravel. Eddie stood, watching you walk towards the entrance of the bar, ducking your head into a cab car before sliding into the backseat. His fists balled, mind whirring with anger, before his knuckles collided into the side of his truck, denting the metal. He felt like screaming, ripping his hair out, tearing his car door off and flinging it like the hulk.

Instead, he slid into this seat, hands gripping the steering wheel in a lethal vice, the tailgate lights of the car you got into mocking him.

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@oneforthemunny summer writing game

👙 prompt x cowboy!eddie

👙 prompt- you need a swimsuit. eddie is more than happy to come shopping with you for one. smutty, sweet, fluffy, horny- whatever you want it to be! could be pregnant!reader looking for one if you're feeling domestic lol.

smut 18+, soft!dom!eddie, bit of bratty!reader, teasing, spanking, bondage, use of adult toys, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), aftercare, fluff at the end.

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“babydoll. you almost done?” eddie asks, knocking on the door to the changing room. “almost.” i call back, adjusting the straps on my bathing suit. “come on. i’m feeling like a perv.” he says through the door.

i sigh and unlock and open the door. “eddie.” i whisper. “hm?” he hums, eyeing my body. “i’m almost done. just wait. you can pretend to look around.” i offer, closing the door. “hurry.” he says sternly.

i ignore him and take off the bikini. i move to the last one, a one piece, like a bikini, but connected in the middle by straps. it was a bit tricky putting on. in a couple of moments i decide to not buy it. i try to take it off, getting stuck. i try again until i admit defeat.

“eddie.” i say. “yeah?” he asks. i open the door and he takes me in. “help?” i ask. “okay.” he nods.

i pull him inside and he shuts the door beside me. “how’d you manage this?” he smirks. “it’s not funny.” i roll my eyes. “watch it. don’t make me spank you right here.” he warns, voice low. i grow wetter between my legs at his stern voice.

“here.” he sighs. he helps me out of it, leaving me in only my underwear. “shit.” he smiles. “give me a moment, need to calm down.” he sighs. “eddie.” i gasp, my eyes widen. “don’t do that.” he sighs, leaving and shutting the door being him.

i sigh and get dressed. i collect the ones i want in one hand, the one i don’t in the other. i quickly check myself to make sure i look fine, before walking out.

“get it all?” he asks. “mhm.” i nod. i put the ones i don’t want on the rack with the other discarded clothes. i head out and get in line, eddie’s arm wrapped around my waist.

“you looked really hot earlier. being all flustered and stuck.” he whispers in my ear. “eddie.” i blush. he smirks and shrugs. i make it to the register and as they’re ringing up the clothes and i try to take out my card, eddie stops me.

“here.” he pulls out his. “you sure?” i ask as he slides it to the cashier. “mhm.” he nods as they ring us up. eventually we make it out of the store and into his truck.

“you didn’t have to pay for it.” i state. “darlin’, i don’t mind.” he shrugs while starting up the truck. “i just don’t want you to buy everything.” i pout. “didn’t think you’d complain.” he smiles at me. i roll my eyes as response and he sucks his teeth in response. “shouldn’t have done that.” he responds.

i pout and turn to face the window. “not how you treat your master baby.” he smirks.

we get home and he lets me take the bags. i make my way up the steps onto the front porch and he stops before he unlocks the door.

“listen. you acted up today. so run upstairs and get how i like you.” he warns. i grow red and run upstairs. i set the bag on top of the dresser. i strip down to just my underwear and bend over the edge of the bed.

a few moments later i hear him walk upstairs and enter the bedroom. he pays me no mind as he digs into the box we keep hidden.

i look to see him nonchalantly throw one of the vibrators on the bed, this one is a pink one with a “rabbit” shaped part. then a pair of handcuffs, and a blindfold.

“ed’s.” i try to be as soft as i can. “yeah?” he asks, still trying to find something. “ah.” he says. “i’ll be right back.” he reaches into the closet. the items he pulled out sit a few inches in front of me and are basically taunting me.

“found it.” he pulls out the dreaded riding crop. he reads my reaction like a book as he softly laughs and sets it down. he grabs the box and puts it on top of the dresser.

“now, look at you. you pretty girl.” he coos, walking behind me. i feel him softly pull down my underwear. i see his hand reach and grab the crop. “you rolled your eyes, not enough for double digits, but still enough for a whoopin’.” he says. “5 sound good?” he asks. “yes.” i nod.

“what do you say?” he asks, slapping my ass with his hand. “thankyoudaddy!” i cry out. “mhm, good girl. ready?” he asks. “yes daddy.” i sniffle.

before i know if i hear the crop cutting through the air, then the sting of it hitting my ass. “thank you daddy!” i whine. “you don’t need to do that today baby, it’s only 5.” he says. “okay daddy.” i say.

he does the next one and i nod as a sign to keep going. “i wanted to treat you nice today.” he says, hitting me again. “wanted to take you home and let you show me everything you got.” he repeats his action. “in private.” he hits me again. “make you as comfortable as possible.” he says, the last hit.

“i’m sorry.” i apologize. “was gonna put on some records and treat you softly.” he sets the crop down. “we still can.” i point out. “maybe later. but for now, lay down.” he says.

i scramble up the bed and lay down against the pillows. “good girl.” he coos. i smile as he takes the toys and set them down on his nightstand, which is practically empty besides his alarm clock and water bottle.

i look over at him picking up the handcuffs. “wanna keep going?” he asks. “yes.” i nod. “remember your word?” he asks. “mhm. rainbow.” i nod. “good job.” he smiles. he handcuffs my hands behind me so quickly i swear i get a bit of whiplash from it.

“eddie.” i gasp as he reaches for the blindfold. “want this?” he asks. “mhm.” i nod. “okay.” he smiles and ties it around my eyes, blocking out everything. “not too tight, or too loose?” he asks. “‘s perfect.” i nod. “okay.” he kisses my forehead.

it goes quiet for a moment until i hear the buzzing of the vibrator. i follow the sound of it to between my legs.

without a warning it gets tapped against my clit. “eddie.” i squeal, my legs clamming shut. “keep em open.” he tsks. i open them and i hear him suck in a sharp breath. “you’re so wet doll.” he coos. he glides the toy between my folds and i tense up at the toy.

“please.” i beg, my hands clenching behind my back. “oh fuck.” i moan loudly when he slides it into my core. “ed’s.” i struggle out. “aw poor baby, already struggling?” he coos. i feel his hand slip up my body and play with my nipples.

“eddie!” i cry out. “yeah?” he asks. “fuck.” i pant. “gonna cum already? that’s pathetic.” he says. “please.” i beg. “i’m close.” i cry. just like that he shuts off the vibrator and pulls it out of me.

“eddie.” i cry. “aw. don’t worry. i’ll give you what you want.” he coos. “please.” i beg. “mhm.” he pulls off the blindfold. “couldn’t go any longer without seeing those pretty eyes.” he smiles. i softly nod as i adjust back to the light.

he quickly strips off his wranglers jeans and his band tee. i smile as i watch him palm himself through his underwear. “please.” i beg. “i need it. i need you.” i cry.

“fuck.” he groans. “eddie.” i whine. “okay.” he pants. he fully strips and climbs onto the bed. “ready?” he asks as he lines himself up with me. “yes.” i nod.

he slides in and starts thrusting inside of me. “fuck.” i moan out loudly. he smirks as he goes harder. “eddie.” i moan. “like that?” he asks. “yes!” i moan loudly.

“oh god.” i gasp. “it’s eddie but i like that also.” he smirks. my hands grip the sheets under my back as i try to keep it together. “shit.” he gasps. “you’re squeezing me babydoll.” he coos.

i clamp my eyes shut as he continues to fuck me deeper. “look at me.” he states. i open my eyes to him looking down at our connected bodies.

i look to see where he’s looking at i let out a moan. “shit.” he meets my eyes. “oh eddie.” i moan. his hand slips down to my clit and he plays with that.

“eddie!” i basically yell. “i-i’m close.” i stutter. “yeah?” he asks, pressing down harder onto my clit. “mhm.” i nod. “hold it.” he states.

he continues to fuck me until i can barely hold on. “cum- fuck, cum.” he grits out. i let go and i finish around him. i come back down from my high to see him on the brink of finishing.

a few more thrusts and he’s finishing inside of me with a string of curses, my hand, and moans. eventually he finishes and catches his breath.

“fuck.” he smiles. “yeah.” i smile back. he pulls out and helps me clean up.

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8:30pm

i smile as eddie softly dances with me around the kitchen. a soft old country love record is spinning, a record he says wayne passed down.

“i like this.” i smile. “mhm, me too.” he agrees. “like the bathing suits you got. gonna look all pretty for me.” he adds. “ed’s.” i blush. “aw, don’t get all flushed on me now angel.” he smiles, his dimples popping.

i lean up and kiss his lips, and the dimples i adore on him.

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#munnysummergame #smut #eddie munson #cowboy #cowboy!eddie munson #cowboy smut #smut than fluff #cowboy!eddie munson smut #he’s so hot #he’s so pretty #he’s a cutie #he’s so perfect #he’s a sweetheart #he’s a sap #x reader #bondage

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all done but ofc i got more ideas. omfg i lowkey hate my brain rn

announcement ig (more of a warning)

gonna crack out 3 stories tonight (2 eddie, 1 heath ledger joker). really 2 bc the eddie’s are halfway there.

send me prays please and thank you :)

kisses xoxo

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miss-americana-reputation · 11 months

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animals

heath ledger!joker x reader

smut 18+, p in v, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, bondage, aftercare.

“fuck yes!” i moan loudly. my wrists are bound above me to the headboard as the one and only joker fucks me with his tongue and fingers. the one and only joker i call my boyfriend, the love of my life.

“oh fuck.” i cry as he pulls his mouth away and looks up at me. his scars are gleaming with my juices in the moonlight reflecting through the cracks of my curtains. “j- please.” i beg.

“what?” he asks. “fuck me. i needa feel you.” i sound pathetic. “patience, dear, patience.” he coos. he digs back in with his mouth and fingers attacking me.

“oh yes!” i moan loudly. “fuck.” i say as i put my legs over his shoulders. he hums against me and i clench around him. “please. let me cum.” i whine. i buck my hips at the pleasure he’s giving me.

he pulls away, pulling his mouth away, and fingers out. “no. please. j, i need it, i need you.” i cry. “i told you, it needs to last all night.” he says and sucks off my juices from his fingers.

“fucking delicious.” he smirks. “please.” i whine. “darling. if you cum now, you wouldn’t feel what i want you to. that’s why you need to wait. it’ll be amazing.” he explains his logic. “oh my god.” i cry, a few tears slipping down my cheeks.

“aw, look at you. so pathetic.” he taunts. “just please. i need your cock.” i beg. “please daddy.” i add.

he quickly strips off his slacks and pulls down his boxers. his harden cock hits his slight toned stomach and he lets out a small his. “hm.” he hums as he slowly strokes himself. “please.” i whine.

he gives in and climbs on top of me. he lines himself up with me and thrusts in. “yes!” i moan as he gives me what i want.

“feel good?” he asks and continues to brutally thrust into me. “yes, j, yes!” i moan. he connects his lips to my neck while fucking me. “you’re squeezing me so tight.” he pants.

“who’s is this?” he asks. “who’s pussy is this?” he asks. “yours, all yours.” i moan, looking at him directing in eyes. “yeah. that’s right.” he thrusts into me harder.

he moves my legs so he’s thrusting into my at a different angle, hitting the deep spot inside me at a different angle. “yes, daddy. fuck me.” i moan. “yeah? what do you think i’m doing?” he smirks. “ah! god. i’m close.” i warn.

he pulls out and i let out a pathetic whine. “please.” i feel more tears slip. “i was close.” i cry. “i know. i could feel you. you just need some patience.” he drags his tip up my folds. he taps it against my clit and i let out a gasp from my sensitivity.

“please. fuck me.” i beg. “i need your cock daddy, i need it.” i’m not holding back, i’m begging and crying.

he lines himself back up with me and slowly slides in. “yes.” i moan. “couldn’t not give you want you want.” he smirks as he continues to fuck me like animals. “feels so- fuck, good.” i moan.

“oh j.” i gasp. “fucking me so good.” i moan. “you’re a vocal one.” he smirks as he points out. “yes, fuck.” he sighs. there’s a brief moment of silence where yoh can just hear our heavy breathing and the squelching sounds coming from me.

“daddy-” i cry out. he presses his lips against mine as he continues. “ah!” i moan against him. i pull against the handcuffs as the bubble builds up in my stomach.

“i’m close.” i feel more tears slip down my cheeks. “not until i say so.” he warns. “oh my god.” i groan. he gives me a few more thrusts before if shapes into me needing to pee.

“j- daddy. i need to pee.” i say. “oh just you wait. you’re in for a treat.” he coos. i feel more tears slip and he softly rubs the side of my face. “please.” i beg. “i need it.” i add.

“okay. cum.” he sighs. i let go and i feel a gush between my legs. i finish loudly around him, crying, moaning, and yelling his name and other curses. “oh fuck, yes!” i moan.

i fade out and i come back to him beside me, catching his breath. “worth it?” asks. “yes.” i pant. “see i told you, it’s better to wait sometimes.” he smirks. “mhm.” i nod and cuddle up closer to him. i feel my legs hit a wet patch and i look up at him.

“you squirted, like a fountain. it was magical.” he explains. i get embarrassed and a little bit grossed out. “it was sexy.” he softly rubs my shoulder. “i need to do laundry.” i point out.

i try to get even closer to him, taking in the smell of gasoline, gunpowder, and sweat, smells 5 years ago i would never find comforting. “darling, sorry for not seeing you.” he apologizes. “it’s okay. you were busy, i get it.” i softly smile.

“how was the warehouse? everything go okay? everyone in line?” he asks. “mhm. i didn’t run into any problems that i couldn’t fix.” i smile.

“i got you something.” he says. he gets up, putting on his boxers and digging into his coat pockets. he pulls out a medium sized jewelry box. “j.” i smile, sitting up and pulling the blankets up to my chest.

he opens it to see a dainty silver necklace with a small diamond hanging off of it. “it’s gorgeous.” i smile. “bought it this time.” he smiles and i softly laugh. he takes it out of the box and i turn my back to him, lifting up my hair as he sets it around my neck, clasping it behind my neck.

i drop my hair when he pulls away. i lay back down and he joins me. “thank you.” i smile. “mhm.” he nods. “you missed it, i made roast.” i point out. “is there more?” he asks. “i think so. check the fridge.” i nod. he gets up and disappears into the kitchen.

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#heath ledger smut #ledger joker #ledger joked smut #very smutty #dark knight joker #heath ledger joker #joker x reader #aftercare #smut than fluff #p in v

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