Art history professor!Eddie. he wears open-collared button downs. sleeves pushed up to his elbows. so much skin and swirling black ink. thin round wire glasses at the end of his sloped nose. curly hair in a low bun. always in his boots tho. a veritable paradise of slutty academia.
and godddd the way he talks about paintings makes you WHORE. KNEE. squirming in your seat while he’s going on about chiaroscuro and shit. god.
blue veins stark under pale skin. freckle line descending down the column of his neck. whatever god painted prof Munson sure took their time.
✨️Chapter 4 of How Will You Know if You Found Me at Last is up on ao3!✨️
It's 11k & putting that E rating to work 🤭.
here's a taste:
Steve licked his strawberry ice cream, it tasted like the cottony pink sunsets of summer, as Eddie sat close, outer thighs touching, as he worked on his classic vanilla cone.
“Wanna try?” Steve held out his waffle cone as Eddie leaned in and swiped his tongue over the pink ice cream.
Mmm, the noise of happy contentment as he offered Steve his vanilla one. A choice that Steve had initially teased him about how boring it was.
“Oh my god, that’s so much better than any regular vanilla,” he commented surprised at the depth of flavor, “What the fuck, I take back everything I said before about your poor choices in ice cream.”
“It’s Madagascar vanilla bean, s’why it’s so good.”
“So you do like things…more than vanilla?” Steve insinuated.
“Hmm, nothing wrong with vanilla, but I tend to be more adventurous.” Eddie teased back and leaned in to kiss the taste of strawberry from Steve’s mouth.
They broke apart pupils taking up irises in the span of a kiss. It almost felt like the entire week had been foreplay leading up to the neediness of this moment. Steve let his free hand make it’s way up the inseam of Eddie’s black jeans. He cupped at the apex as Eddie squirmed, pulling his hand away immediately.
“You’re going to sit nice for me just like at your appointment or you’re going to be let down.” Steve purred in his ear nipping at his earlobe to punctuate his point.
Eddie let out an almost inaudible gasp.
i just think they're neat and deserve to be down bad for each other 🥹🥰
SUMMARY: Eddie stops by the office every now and then to get his classes and funds sorted out for the semester. However, upon meeting you he shows up more often. Wondering where things could go from there.
The sign-ups for the Summer session at HU were climbing at a phenomenal rate - As office personnel it was part of the job to assist students, new or returning, with enrollment and to make sure they were on track for graduation with the necessary credits. God it was exhausting.
Until today - "Good Afternoon ladies." You glance through your office door and spot the cause of the disturbance. A familiar head of curls made it all clear, Eddie Munson. He was in charge of extracurriculars, Music Theory 1002 and English 1002. Apparently a lot of students begged for his classes. All claiming that the man was borderline eccentric and theatrical, he made learning fun.
Of course all you've heard were stories. "Well, hello." He had passed by your office seemingly in a hurry, but doubled-back, to peer into the doorway. Big brown eyes taking in your little slice of heaven.
"Hello, Professor Munson." You greeted setting aside your paperwork and turning all focus to the man lounging in the doorframe. His usual untamable mange of dark brown curls were pulled back a few strands hung astray and framed his face. The black leather jacket over an old band-tee was a nice touch, and dark blue jeans that hugged his hips and not doubtfully his ass. Of which was adorned with many chains hooked at the hip of his studded belt. What a unique sense of fashion. Very contrast to the white button-up blouse and grey pencil skirt you were sporting.
"Professor? Sounds - Classy." You snickered, nose crinkling, and he grins. The man was certainly cheeky, all shits and giggles, not a care in the world. Must be nice to not be cooped up in an office all day.
"That's your title after all, Professor." You declared hands folding over the desk. He glances down at your desk and then back to your face.
"Damn that's no fun. To bad you can't call me Daddy." He teases a huge grin spreading onto his lips shining through with his dimples.
"You're to young to be my Daddy." You argue tilting your head to the side to examine him more. The skin of his hip was exposed from how he leaned against the frame of the door and you began to think rather pleasant thoughts about him. The fun teacher became the hot professor in a matter of seconds.
He stalks into the room chain clinking with him as he went. Eddie bent at the hips hands coming down onto your desk with a bit of force, nearly scattering hours of grueling paperwork onto the floor. You only slightly pouted knowing you'd have to reorganize later, but being this close with Eddie was exhilarating, much more thrilling than any paperwork.
"Munson! My office now!" His lips pulled into a thin frown, but you smile up at him.
He turns his head over his shoulders to throw back a response, "Coming, sir!" Then turns back to you - "And I'll see you later?"
"Maybe-" Your voice lowers eyes fluttering up at him, "Daddy." Eddie smirks shaking his head at your delightful- but childish antics. Not many woman could get this much of a rise out of him, but you certainly were unique, and the man found himself instantly hooked.
He lets out a chuckle, breathy and heavy, sending a pleasant chill along your spine and a warmth between your thighs, "Maybe you will, sweetheart." He coos and the two of you separate. You give the dark-haired man a once over and you knew then that little interaction wasn't enough. Happily walking out of your office a if he just didn't shamelessly flirt with you.
Eddie Munson - the hottest teacher in school. Beautiful brown eyes and an ass for days.
Eddie was all your brain could manage to think about throughout the rest of the day. What he'd look like shirtless, how he'd treat you on a date, how good he is in the bedroom. Filthy and completely lewd thoughts filled your mind - How could anyone resist a man so attractive?
It was appalling that girls were not throwing themselves at this man. Guess you were a different breed. As you packed your things neatly, organized by name, into your bag there it was. The tiny scrap of paper, no doubt ripped from a notebook, scribbled I'm his messy scrawl.
Eddie Munson
Here's my number, sweetheart. Give me a call.
So call you did. Resting comfortably in your own bed, silky-laced nightgown, and a glass of wine on hand. Gripping tightly onto the glass of White Zinfandel -- a sweet, but bitter tasting delicacy only very few could appreciate. You reached for your phone down in your lap and carefully dialed each number before holding it up to your ear.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Professor." You sigh into the phone instinctively curling further into the mattress.
He chuckles, "What happened to Daddy?"
"Mmm, not really my thing- " You argue taking a quick sip of the alcohol enjoying the bitter sting on your tongue and the warm feeling sitting in your throat. " -- Maybe you could convince me."
"I don't know, sweetheart. Think I'd have to be there in person." Eddie replies comfortably lounged in his own bed, sporting his old club tee and a pair of gray sweatpants.
"I'm not allowed to have strangers over, sir." You serve him a witty one liner and he snickers.
"Oh -- I'm the stranger?"
"Yup." You pop the 'p' and Eddie sighs head sinking back into the pillows propped behind him. He can already feel the adverse effects of your teasing.
"To bad, I'm really good with my hands." You scoff gulping down more of the wine and he laughs. "What? Don't believe me?"
"Yeah- No." Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking or maybe it was morbid curiosity, either way you'd figure it out.
"Guess I'll have to prove it then." He challenges and you giggle.
"Guess so." You reply with a voice like silk, smooth, and soft.
"Maybe I will." The rest of the night ended at playful teasing and unfulfilled promises. Most likely at the boldness of liquor, but you were not going to complain. Guys like Eddie did not come around often and perhaps you'd be interested in such an opportunity. Only time will tell.
seriously haven’t stopped thinking about older professor Eddie 🧍🏻♀️
HEHE, I honestly don’t have much for a professor eddie (surprisingly considering thats a favorite au) BUUTTT
Prof!Eddie bending you over his desk and fucking you for passing the test he gave you <33
He’d also punish you for failing it, because in his words, “it was an easy test, doll, you obviously failed it because you didn’t study like i fucking told you to” <333
Yall know that reddit story where the student is assigned as a lingerie clad maid (her job, but no control over assignment) and ends up being assigned to her professor?
Instead of it turning out terrible, it turns out…. Wink wonk.
With professor!Steve or professor!Eddie.
Or maybe professor!Steve who’s husband Eddie is the one who opens the door/“ordered” and it spirals from there. 
I need help finding a Professor!Eddie series. I’m not sure if it ended or not. Reader was in Eddie’s class, they met before the school year started and fucked only to realize some after, he was her professor. They decided to pursue the relationship, and they end up getting caught by Steve who is the headmaster of the school. I cannot for the life of me remember if there was an ending to the series?? Help😭
As soon as Chrissy had started sitting at the front of his class and paying more attention to his body rather than the lessons he was giving, he knew only two things would come from this if he let his guard down;
1) That her GPA was going to get worse and worse; and
2) He was going to fuck her stupid.
Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, modern au, age difference, Professor!Eddie, Student!Chrissy, consensual power dynamic, teasing, jealousy, this is smut, like wow, it's so fucking hot, smut, I made the moodboard, Eddie is fucked, Eddie POV, multiple chapters, status: completed
Okay so weird dream. Eddie as a college professor with a freaking manbun and guess who is in class? It was me. Shit. I felt like I was in one of those porn vids with the student and the teacher. Definitely daddy vibes within that dream too.
professor!eddie with a manbun and daddy vibes... a lot to think about 😵💫
