Can you do Eddie Munson smut hc? Please?
*•.¸♡Request : Can you do Eddie Munson smut hc? Please?
*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Smut obv, ring kink (?), pet names, dirty talk, mentions of rough sex
*•.¸♡Paring : Eddie Munson x GN!reader
please note if you're reading this after ST4 comes out - please note I wrote this on the first of may :)
First of all, Eddie is a switch. Yes, he's a tough '80s metalhead who can and will rail you into next week, but he is also shy and needs to be taken care of
If Eddie sees you in his hellfire t-shirt or his leather jacket, expect to clear your schedule for the next hour
Eddie's hand will grip your wrists, the other trailing around your hips
He'll cover your thighs and chest with marks
He was shy, to begin with, not even being confident enough to kiss you. Once he started though, oh. my. god
His hands would touch and grab every piece of you he could
And I mean, his hands. He plays the guitar, his fingers are strong and skilful
and the rings, the rings... the marks they make when they pinch your skin, he kisses over them holding down your hips
Eddie wouldn't be a total tease, he wouldn't do anything that could be seen or get you both caught but
He will run his fingers over your thighs or whisper things to you
"Bite me, Munson," "If you insist"
"Looks like you had a bad day doll, wanna take it out on me?"
When he's had a shitty day Eddie will grip your hip, leaving bruises as he pounds into you
or... he'll sit you onto, slowly rocking you, kissing you, holding you
Eddie will look into your eyes with so much love, smiling as he makes love to you
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Sweetheart | Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader |
Summary: Eddie discovers he likes sweet things and that included the sweet little thing at the bake shop. He just can't get enough of her or any of her baked goods.
Warnings: cursing, fluff, language, and smoking. Eddie is an absolute idiot in love.
Eddie has an addiction to all things sweet, so when he met you, he slowly but immediately grew an attachment to you. You were sweet as can be and not to mention a little foreign.
"Eddie, are you seriously dragging me down with you again?" Gareth whined, looking over at him as he drove, knuckles clasped tightly around the steering wheel. Headed towards the one place he always found himself trying to avoid, but never could. You were something he could never get enough.
"Gareth, you're my handy dandy wingman." Eddie argues with a grin. "Plus I know you crave those little chocolate croissants." Gareth pouted knowing full well he was right. His weakness for bread was just as great as Eddie's desire to see you. Equality.
You were hard at work in the front of the bakery, checking our customers and preparing cakes. A bakers job was never done until each dessert was fully decorated and being one of the only bakeries in town things were almost never slow. You finished the touches up on the last cake order, icing the last few dollops of a rose onto the base of the cake, before handing over to the awaiting couple. "Here you are, have a lovely evening." They thank you endlessly and scurry out the door signaled with a bell.
Things are quiet for a split second until the bell from the door goes off once more, followed by two pairs of voices, both familiar. You wipe your hands clean of icing and turn to face the customers. "Hello, welcome to-Oh!"
Eddie joined by Gareth walk up the counter eyeing the desserts kept in the display. "Afternoon, sweetheart." Eddie greets you with that signature grin and a cockiness that drives you to giggle.
"Hello, Eddie. Gareth." He nods to you and then turned towards the display of which he noticed one of the cases was void of any baked goods, particularly the croissants he adored, "Uhm are you out of the croissants?"
You smiled knowing Gareth's love for the particular sweet, "For now. My mother is finishing the dipping now." His lips spread into a smile and Eddie rolls his eyes.
"He's obsessed. Maybe he needs therapy for his addiction." He leans over the counter to be closer to you, elbows keeping his upper body propped up.
You grin, "Let me guess. You'd like a slice of the strawberry cake?" The way your accent laced the sentence made it even more dreamy. He always wanted to communicate on the level you did with your mother always shouting something demanding, yet loving in the same language.
"You know me so well. How does one say strawberry cake in French, sweetheart?" He asks curiosity getting the better of him. You ring him up for the same item along with Gareth, and he pays as you mull the question over.
"Well, just strawberry would be different than saying strawberry cake. So, le fraisier is just strawberry. Strawberry cake is pronounced, Charlotte aux Fraise."
Eddie hums as you hand him back his change flashing a smile his way and slipping on a pair of gloves to prepare the necessary items. Your mother walked to the front and placed down a fresh tray of croissants and passes with a phrase of love towards the customers.
"Eddie, c'est bon de te voir!" She smiles waving to him before he greets her back.
Putting you in shock as they effortlessly flow from his lips, "Bien, à vous aussi. Continue le bon travail sur ces desserts, ils sont à tomber par terre." You smile, a heat spreading through you. It was nice someone took the time to understand you and the language you so closely shared.
Eddie watches as you slide the slice of cake over the table with his two croissants, Gareth ordered. "Thank you, Eddie. Enjoy." When he reaches for the plates, before you can pull your hands back his own capture your wrists in a gentle hold.
"What I would enjoy is a date with the sweetest thing in Hawkins." A blush creeps onto your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears. Eddie was always such a gentlemen and now he was asking you out, you felt joyful.
"A date?"
"Un rendez-vous avec moi." Eddie confirms and you giggle nodding happily.
"Oui. Je suis libre, vendredi." You respond a bit smugly and Eddie chuckles, going to sit down with Gareth and deliver the good news. So, that very evening you and Eddie went out on a date. Enjoying not only good fun, food, and a movie but each other's company as well. He was genuinely nice guy.
"Eddie, you're nothing like what the town says you are. A freak." You are gentle, almost careful with the next few words. "Kind enough to get to know me, my mother, and my language it says a lot about you. Not to mention how much you support our shop." Your hand squeezes his own hand to reassure him.
Eddie chuckles a smile spreading onto his lips, happy to finally have someone to understand him. "It's not just me being nice, I like you, Belle. The sweetest, but most brilliant girl in all of Hawkins." Your hands start to swing back and forth according to Eddie's arm leading yours in the motion. "You're my everything." He sighs, stopping and turning to you.
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Mommy Fever | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Blurb)
SUMMARY: Eddie sees you with your younger sister when he drops by to visit, and he is instantly smitten with the way you act so motherly towards your sister.
There were many times when your boyfriend - that being a one, Eddie Munson - had dropped by unannounced. Between just being plain old horny to just needing cuddles he was the world's neediest man. Couldn't blame him though the guy was a total simp for you. There were days, like today, where he just refused to be alone in his trailer so he'd come see you.
However, nothing would prepare him for the sight of you. Fishing open the door, balancing your sister on one hip, as she slept comfortably. Her head was nuzzled in between your shoulder and neck, tiny hands clutching at the fabric of his old Hellfire tee. Completely curled up into your side and snoring softly.
Fuck he was weak
"Baby, you look like a total M.I.L.F right now." At his comment your nose turns up in a snicker and he's worried you are laughing at him. His shoulders slump worried you hadn't felt the same about his enthusiasm, but that wasn't true at all.
"Babe, I can't be a total M.I.L.F -" He pouts bottom lip protruded, as you reach up to grab at the collar of his vest pulling him down to you, "- You'd have to fuck a baby into me first." You whispered lips ghosting over his earlobe sending a very pleasant thrum down below.
"Mmm, thought you'd never ask, sweetheart." He hums going to lean in for a kiss, but you stop him. He gives you that look - the one where he looks like a lost puppy - but you've grown to ignore it.
"Not right now, Eds. I'm babysitting. You and I can play mommy and daddy later." You coo up at him and he smirked.
"I like the sound of that, baby." He replies voice low and laced with desire. It was hard to resist that good old Munson charm.
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