Pairing: Husband!Eddie Munson x Wife!Reader - (Stranger Things fanfic).
Warning: FLUFF!! A little nsfw? (pre smut!!). MDNI!! Eddie and reader have at least two children. References to sexy time in bar bathroom. Unwanted advances by another guy. Contains swearing and innuendo's and other mature language. Lmk if I've missed anything else.
Basically, just goofy (and horny) husband!Eddie being turned on by his protective wife!reader.
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Original concept by: @cheesewritings. Divider Credits: @dreamland-gallery.
"Hey, hotstuff," your husband smirks, sliding in the seat next to you and resting a tatted arm on the back of your seat, flexing the muscle a little harder than necessary, showing off, "you, uh, come here often?"
Shaking your head, amused, you replied, the words coming out on autopilot, "Eddie, we literally met and conceived both of our children here, of course, I've come here often."
Seeing the knowing glint in his eyes at what you just said, you rolled your eyes, chastising yourself for walking right into his trap. Completely, but not, done with his antics.
"Well, how about we go to the bathroom and get started on making another one--" His proposition was suddenly cut off by someone walking up to you,
"Miss, is everything alright?" The random guy asked, chest puffed out. Side-eyeing your husband, and the way he was dressed, along the way. The look of disgust written all over his face, suggesting, he thought himself better than the metal head before you--only making you dislike him that little bit more. "Is this loser troubling you?"
Rolling your eyes for the hundredth time that night, though, this time it was out of genuine annoyance. You snipped, tone sickingly sweet it could kill, "It's Mrs., first of all. Second, no. In fact, this 'loser' right here--"
"Hey!" you pecked your husband's cheek in apology, whispering something along the lines of 'making it up to him, in the bathroom', in his ear, as you did. Leaving him anxious and hard waiting, loving how you shut the man down. His dick heart pounding in his pants chest, at what you had to say next. Loving how protective you get.
"--Is my husband and the reason why I'm a Mrs. So, no! He's not bothering me but you are. So, fuck off and exert your alpha-male complex, somewhere else... bye." You shoo'd the male away, leaving you alone with your golden retriever of a husband, who was quick to pick you up, and over his shoulder. In part, so you wouldn't get arrested for inflicting pain on the man who mumbled a 'bitch' under his breath, but mostly, so he could carry you to the bathroom, itching to cash in on that promise you made him.
A third kid, well, on its way....
Written and Posted by: me, ©️noonesgoneuntiltheyregone on: 12/10/23. DON'T COPY OR REPOST MY WORKS!! Likes, feedback and reblogs, however, are most welcomed!!