stepdad!eddie munson x innocent(ish)!obsessed!reader (in a different like ‘universe’ than innocent!reader x stepdad!obsessed!eddie munson kinda)--this is just an introduction to just stepdad!eddie in general.
CW: stepcest, angst, age gap (eddies in his thirties, reader’s 18 (or whatever age you are most comfy with)), carmechanic!eddie munson (not a CW but its okay hehe), crybaby!reader, hints of ddlg, reader calls eddie “daddy”, kinda obsessed!stepdad!eddie, kind of manipulative!reader, crying, kissing, talk of female!masturbation
this is stepdad!eddie munson x innocent(ish)!obsessed!crybaby!reader’s first ‘fight’ </33
note: i kinda dont like this but i really wanted to finish thissss enjoy ! :3
to start, let’s talk about how stepdad!eddie spoils you.
you get everything and anything you want.
you don’t even have to ask, and eddie’s spoiling you constantly. he goes to the store on the way home from work and buys you some sort of stuffed animal to add to your insane collection.
you’re just so innocent and sweet and kind, and all he wants to do is make his baby happy.
anytime that sweet little voice of yours asked him for a favor, he would immediately comply.
however, he doesn’t know that late at night you grind your bare, aching pussy on those stuffies..whimpering his name into the night air as you cum, groping your tits and rubbing yourself furiously on the fabric until you squirt again and again on the soft material; imagining that it was your stepdad that was making you feel so good.
eddie had always thought you were innocent. always thought that you were a good girl; his good girl.
to be truthful, eddie was heavily attracted to you. the love and passion he should have for your mother, but instead had for you was sinful.
when you first walked around with your messy hair in the morning, teddy bear in your arms, eddie’s long t-shirt and your cute little pink or white panties on with nothing else, he knew he was screwed.
you would reach your arms up around his neck to hug him sleepily as he wrapped his arms around the small of your back, tattooed hands inching toward your clothed behind.
you knew he liked you. you could feel it.
the lingering stares and touches, the kisses on your neck and cheek, the times where he would joke around and tickle you--tickle parts that were most definitely too touchy and innapropriate for a stepdad to do to their stepdaughter.
loved you so much, but he would never want to act on it; that would just make everything so very messy.
you were just so..soft and supple.
he was so different; long, messy hair, tatooed knuckles (and body), rings, a metal-head, and because he worked at the car shop, he always had oil and grease under his fingernails and on his hands when he came home in the evening every weekday..even a little on his face that he tried to wipe off with his skull bandana but it seemed to have smeared it a little more than clean it.
you, with your copious amounts of soft plushies (most that he gifted you and you would squeal about), flowy dresses, short skirts, sweet-smelling perfume..you were so different. so, so different.
and that’s what he thought he liked most about you. that you both were opposites. and unbeknownst to him, you loved that too.
he loved watching you roller skate around the neighborhood as he worked on the hood of his car--watching you pop your pink bubblegum as you giggled when you stopped to pet a little puppy with its owner.
he knows he’s bad for this.
one night, he’s watching tv on the couch; legs and feet up on the coffee table as he smokes a cigarette.
when he sees you come around in your pink, cotton nighty (he’s wearing a white ‘wife beater’ with some oil and grease stains on it--along with some baggy jeans. his hair is in a very messy low bun, strands falling out of it and his combat boots with the shoelaces poorly tied.) --beige teddy bear in hand (to which you named biscuit) as you crawl into his lap. you’re on all fours on his seat cushion, hands out in front of you as you sit on your haunches.
he smiles at you, rubbing your back with his left hand as he looks back at the tv, feeling your face close to his as he exhales the smoke away from you, but you scrunch your nose up.
so, you crawl further onto his lap, putting the cigarette out on the ashtry next to him as he scoffs lightly but a small smile is still there.
you look back at him, faces close as you both look at each other.
he narrows his eyes jokingly, “aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”
you bite your lower lip in faux contemplation, your head tilting as you look up.
“mm no.” you say, and he just rolls his eyes playfully.
“you’re mother wouldn’t like that, missy..”
you lay your head on his shoulder.
“don’ care. she’s not here,, an’ i didn’t see you all day, daddy.” you whisper, pouting softly as the tv illuminates your face in the dark room.
eddie’s eyes soften, clearing his throat because he always gets so damn flustered when you call him that.
he’s a bad man, he knows it.
but he will never stop you.
never stop you from doing what you truly want.
he drags his fingers slowly across your cheekbone, bringing your head to his lips as he kisses your forehead before turning his attention back to the tv.
you’re still looking at him, fidgeting with his ringed fingers, your stuffed teddy bear pressed to your chest as you stay on his lap, his shoulder comfortable.
eddie looks at you. “what is it, baby?”
“d’you.. think ‘m pretty?”
he inhales sharply but slowly, clearing his throat and swallowing hard.
“uhm, yeah--yeah. you-you’re very pretty.”
you bat your lashes at him, innocence adorning your face. “really?”
“pretty enough to kiss?” you ask, doe eyes glimmering with hope and the tv reflection.
you move a bit closer to him.
“uh, s-sure, yeah, baby.”
“so..you’d kiss me, daddy?”
eddie swallows again,he can feel himself drifting from a more practical mindset.
“sweetheart..” he lowly warns, his voice breathy.
“would you? thought you said i was a pretty girl.” your pout deepens.
“angel, y-you’re beautiful, but i-- i can’t answer that,”
he can see your eyes brimming with tears.
when you cry, he can’t take it.
he’ll literally do anything you ask if tears begin to sprout from your lower lids.
“y-you think ‘m ugly, d-don’t you?” you cry, and he clicks his tongue, bringing you into his neck whispering quick little, “no, no, no, no,”‘s
you inhale him, smelling his natural musk and cologne, along with detergent and some strawberry shampoo. it’s addicting.
“shit.. you’re my most beautiful girl, baby.. so, so beautiful.” he kisses the top of your head, his hand scratching gently at your scalp.
you pull away from his grasp, looking into his eyes as he gingerly wipes the tears away from your cheeks.
“you really believe that?” you ask, sniffling, fingers tracing over his knuckle tattoos.
he nods, brows pushed together and his eyes soften.
“so, you’d kiss me then?”
“would you?” he can hear your voice thicken again.
“i--y-yes. i would kiss you.”
you smile softly, bringing his hand up to your lips as you kiss the pads of his fingers gently, eyes still gazing into his as eddie chews on his bottom lip, shifting in his seat.
“baby--” he tries again, but his voice dies out quickly.
eddie exhales as you both lean closer, lips almost touching before he clenches his eyes shut, resting his head on your forehead. he brings his hand up again, pulling your head down to kiss your forehead and you feel yourself pout with a small huff.
“we can’t.” his voice sounds almost pained, tortured, even.
however, you’re stubborn.
you’re having none of it.
you quickly stand up, pulling out of his grasp--whining out a, “you don’t love me!” before storming away and going up to your room
eddie’s grateful your mom is out of town.
“sweetheart!” he tries to call, following after you, cursing under his breath.
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck--”
he catches up to you and grabs your arm in the hallway, turning you to him.
“thought you l-loved me!” you sob, and he can feel his heart breaking.
“i-i do, princess, ‘s jus’ that..well, your mother..”
“leave her!” you yell, eyes red and puffy as you sniffle.
eddie looks away for a second, sputtering for the right words before looking back at you.
and what you do next..he’s not expecting it, not at all.
you grab his hand, putting it between the apex of your thighs as he feels the damp cotton.
“--love you,” you cry softly, holding his hand there. “see how much, daddy? wan’ you an’ only you..”
“fuck,” he mutters, biting his bottom lip when he feels the outlines of your wet folds.
if eddie had kept his hand there one more second, he knew he would’ve taken you.
would’ve brought you upstairs to your room and made love to you, but he took his hand away from you.
you sob, yanking your arm away from him as you rush to your room, slamming the door shut just as he is about to make it.
he can hear your sobs through the door as he sighs, waiting a few moments before gently knocking with his knuckles.
“sweetheart? open up. please?” his voice is soft, and you almost give in.
“no!” you cry out, hiccuping.
eddie sighs, running his hand down his face.
“c’mon, baby. lemme in..i’ll cuddle you?” his voice is so gentle and it makes your head all fuzzy as you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your fists before making your way to the door and unlocking it.
eddie opens it, seeing you run over to your bed and hug the teddy bear tight to your chest.
he coos, taking his combat boots off and tugging the stuffed bear from you to see your face.
you whine, rolling over on your tummy and crawling on all fours as you try to get to the other side of the bed before you feel eddie’s strong hands grip your hips pulling you towards him.
you cry, tears falling from your lashes like salty droplets of rain that cloud your vision. eddie turns you around, shushing you as you wrap your hands around his neck, and he follows; wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you closer to him as you sniffle in his neck as he rubs his hands along your back.
“w-why can’t you be with me?” you whimper, and eddie feels his heart crack. pulling your head out from the crook of his neck so you can look into his warm eyes, he takes a deep breath, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. he leans in, and you feel the breath in your chest hitch, eyes wide and stomach fluttering with butterflies.
he whispers, “don’t tell your mother..” before letting his lips slot over yours softly, heart pounding.
the kiss is soft, your lips trailing over the other when you tilt your head. your kissing is a bit shy at first before your stepdad whispers a small, “relax, baby,” against your mouth, the rumble from his voice making your lips tingle more.
he leans down a bit, making you sit on your bed, his left arm extended out on the side of your body to hold himself up, his right hand holding your jaw as you both kiss, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips as he crawls into your bed with you, soft whimpers escaping your mouth.
wet smacks and muffled noises are made between the both of you as you blush, eddie’s tongue slipping between your lips and into your mouth. you jolt a bit, and your face feels warm.
eddie laughs softly against your lips, sucking on your pout gently. “gotta relax, sweet girl. can’t kiss these pretty lips properly if your all jumpy..”
you whine, embarrassed and flustered--to which eddie finds adorable. “sorry, daddy..”
he kisses your nose, then your cupids bow before returning sloppily to your lips.
you innocently stick your tongue in his mouth, feeling eddie smile gently at your inexperience. “slower, princess. drag your tongue across mine, m’okay? soft and slow.”
you nod, lips swollen and red, matching eddie’s as you pull him back in. your tongue drags slowly across his, massaging against it. it feels a little weird, but extremely good and stimulating. eddie tastes so so good..like cigarettes, beer, and mint; an odd combination, but it invites you in for more.
“good girl,” he sighs, savoring your lips on his. he has to ignore the painful ache presented between his legs. he doesn’t wanna scare you.
“mm’daddy,” you whine again, and you can feel his body press closer to yours, his lips sucking on yours as the kiss gets more desperate--almost possessive.
“baby,” he hums against your lips, suckling on your plump lower lip. “don’ want you to ever think i--mm’,” your lips press harder against his, hands fiddling with his hair as you whimper. he pulls you back with heavy pants between the two of you, his eyes melting into yours. he kisses your cheek. “d-don’t want you to think i don’t love you, sweet girl..i do--so, so much. fuck. jus’..princess, i never wanna stop kissing you. i love you so much--i don’t even know what to say, ‘m rambling..you got your daddy rambling ‘n shit like a fuckin’ nerd..” you blush a darker red, your ears tinted pink. eddie notices. god, you’re so cute, he thinks.
he feels lost in you. lost in your scent. in your touch.
no, eddie, pull it together.
clearing his throat, he speaks. “..’s just that..in order for us to be.. ‘together’ i need to be with your mom..just for now. but in the near future, when the time is right, i wanna take you somewhere. leave. go---go to fuckin’ florida, i dunno...” he pecks your lips softly, and you giggle, pointer finger running gently over his top and bottom lip as you watch him speak. “..‘ll get you whatever you want. spoil you an--an, just you an i will be together, okay? but for now, we needa keep this a secret. have our playtime when your mom is away or when she’s asleep. y’know i love my little angel..” he pinches your waist jokingly, and you squeal.
eddie smiles, lips connecting back onto yours before he murmurs a soft, “you understand, baby?” and you nod, whimpering a small, “yes, daddy,” hands weaving in his hair as you straddle his hips, his lips feeling so deliciously suffocating on you. your skin buzzes when he marks your neck. you feel like you can’t breathe but know you won’t be able to breathe without him kissing you--or at least it feels that way.
his lips make your brain fuzzy and you can’t think much, other than his words..
he’s gonna take you far away.
