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prettyprettypaci2 · 3 months

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Drool - Part 2

💊 Part 1 💊

"Well someone has ants in their pants! Are you excited to have a room all to yourself?"

Your jaw would drop if it weren't already anchored open by the giant pink pacifier bobbing stupidly in your mouth. You try to catch your breath, but it isn't a simple task. The only way you can comfortably inhale is to gum the firm, rubbery shaft in a regular rhythm, suckling like a lamb as you breathe through your nose in soft, short bursts. The metronome of your squeaking and puffing is interrupted only by sporadic, thunderous slurps, when your full mouth is no longer able to accomodate the ocean of spit spilling out from under your flattened tongue. Any saliva you're unable to swallow bubbles out from behind the shield of the pacifier in a geyser of slimy drool. It glazes your cheeks and chin before draining pitifully onto the front of the tight, cloth bib wrapped around your neck.

And yet, despite the bizarre predicament you find yourself in -- uselessly pawing at your thin paper hospital gown in a pair of pink mitten restraints -- the sight of this bedroom plunges you further into the depths of astonishment.

The pastel purple accent wall is dominated by a life-sized mural of a bashful unicorn, which trots gaily along a rainbow road. A small dresser stands in the opposite corner, painted in the same cream-white and pink trim as the heavy fiberglass guardrails of the hospital-style bed. The large flatscreen television suspended from a high wall is already turned on: a cartoon bunny wearing shortalls stares down at you, singing hypnotically about his favorite letters of the alphabet. The entrance to the small bathroom -- tiled in bubblegum pink -- has no door, and is fully visible from the hallway when the room's privacy curtain is drawn open.

"Nnnngggh eehn ahhee nnggh?" You gurgle in confusion to Nurse Molly, tickling your nose with the spit bubbles that froth up behind the shield of your pacifier. This can't possibly be the room they assigned for you! What is going on here? Unable to bite your lip or scratch yourself to ease your anxiety, you stomp and shuffle awkwardly in the pink jelly sandals you had been given to wear with the matching hospital gown. You use the round, squishy toe of your right shoe to play with the jelly strap of your left, lightly skinning the back of your ankle in the process.

"Sorry, honey," Nurse Molly replies with a dismissive smile. "It'll be tough for us to have a chat during your oral treatments. Before we get you settled in, we need to do something about your fidgeting; you're going to trip and hurt yourself dancing around like that."

Nurse Molly reaches into the pocket of her pink scrubs before playfully shaking an orange cylinder of pills in front of your dripping face.

"These -- " she rattles the container again, as if teasing you with an enticing treat. " -- are a simple muscle relaxer. While our program is set up to address the root cause of your tics, medication can provide some short-term relief in the early stages of treatment. These pills might make your arms and legs feel a little funny, so it's best if you lie down for an hour or two after taking them, until we find a good dosage."

Nurse Molly walks over to the bed and releases a latch under one of the fiberglass guardrails. The chunky, solid barriers of poured white plastic fold down, granting you ingress to the elevated mattress.

You hesitate, feeling the gentle rain of spittle on your chin as you once again behold the giant unicorn on the wall. Everything about this situation feels wrong, and yet Nurse Molly's impassive assurances are filled with so much promise. You imagine the life you could be living soon: no longer afraid to speak in public, no longer drawing looks of concern from your scratching and biting, no longer annoying your peers with shaking legs or incessant tapping...

In defiance of your gut instinct, you climb up onto the bed. Nurse Molly guides you into a supine position as you struggle to gain purchase with your slippery, balled mittens. Soon, she has you on your back, staring up at the dumb cartoon as you paw nervously at the guardrails.

"Stay right there, honey," Nurse Molly retreats to the pink-tiled bathroom and you hear the sound of running water. When she returns to your side, your eyes flutter in shock. She seems to have found an enormous plastic bottle with a wide rubber nipple cap, and filled it to the brim.

"It's important to take these pills with lots of fluids. The water carries the medicine throughout your body and helps it take action more quickly," Nurse Molly explains with clinical confidence. Your lips tingle as Nurse Molly firmly grips the shield of your pacifier with a finger and thumb, sliding the silicone shaft out along the curve of your tongue like a damp carrot being plucked from the ground. You grimace as you watch a thick, cloudy rope of saliva chase the shaft of the pacifier through the air for several inches, then collapse like a heavy bridge onto the front of your soaked bib.

Despite the humilation, you take a moment to rejoice in the feeling of emptiness in your mouth. Your teeth feel strange as they involuntarily clamp down on your bottom lip -- almost like they had shifted slightly to accomodate the bulging, rubbery guest that had come to join them.

"It's worse than I thought," Nurse Molly coos with concern, holding your drool-coated chin with a gloved hand as she massages the inside of your lower lip with her thumb. "We won't be able to leave you without the oral device for long. Until I can consult with the doctor, we're going to keep it in whenever you're not eating or drinking."

"B-b-but -- " The taste of latex from Nurse Molly's gloved thumb is replaced by the slightly bitter flavor of three large pills, which begin dissolving as she drops them onto your tongue. Your stammering attempt at speech is both literally and figuratively drowned as your doting caretaker tips the plastic bottle upside-down, sliding the rubber cap between your slick, drooly lips.

"Soon, all those squirmies are going to go away," she says breezily, squeezing the bottle so that you're forced to gulp down the fountain of cold water. "You'll feel so relaxed...so calm..."

The minutes tick by slowly as Nurse Molly continues to empty the bottle down your throat. You're cognizant of the cartoon playing on the television, but the sing-song of the character voices seems to melt into the background. Your arms do feel a bit funny...and heavy...like they would struggle to lift their own weight...

By the time the bottle announces its emptiness with a few notes of airy suction, your tongue is lolling lazily in your mouth. You don't feel intoxicated, just...

...flat...and...slow...

You want to say something else before Nurse Molly eases the pacifier back into your pliant mouth, but it feels like it would take too much effort. Once again stuffed full with the bulbous shaft, you barely take notice of the pink leather strap she loops around the back of your head and through two holes in the pacifier's bobbing shield. It's now snugly secured to your suckling lips.

"We can't have it falling out if you decide to take a nap," she grins, taking a moment to wipe your chin with the saturated bib. "I'm going to go check in on some other patients. Why don't you take it easy for a bit?"

Lifting and locking the fiberglass guardrails back into place, Nurse Molly pulls the privacy curtain of your room closed before leaving you alone with the sickly sweet sing-alongs of the cartoon show. You wish she had left you with the remote so you could change the channel, but realize your dumb mittened hands couldn't work the buttons anyway. Your body seems to melt into the mattress as you're forced to listen to the cartoon rabbit's next song.

"Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it pours!"

The muscle relaxers seem to be hitting even harder. You can barely keep your eyes open.

"When it rains outside, the puppy dog snores!"

You realize with some anxiety that you can't feel your legs anymore. The whole lower half of your body has gone limp.

"Thank you Mr. Cloud, because when we're awake,"

Something feels...warm...

"We'll dance in the puddles you're about to make!"

💊 Part 3 💊

#diaper pee #diaper training #ab dl lifestyle #diaper sissy #ab dl diaper #diaper gal #diapered247 #ab dl mommy #diaper dependent

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transformhim · 7 months

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I wish…

Wow, that’s open-ended. Hmmm…

I wish… that I could climb out of the phone or the computer or whatever you’re reading this on, and be there right now in the room or the bus or the subway or wherever you are with you.

I wish that once I was there, I could read your mind and see exactly what it is you want physically in a man. Whether you like them big or small, thick or thin, jock or bear or twink or otter or anything else in between, from whatever part of the world, however hairy or hairless, whatever it is you like to see.

I wish that I could mold my body into the type of man that you most desire, into the very image of your lust. Of course I’d let you worship me as I flexed and posed while I swelled into the grunting muscle beast that you always dreamed of, moving your hands to different zones of my body and feeling the fibers of muscle contract and expand while you squeezed them, my skin growing tighter and firmer under your touch. Of course I’d let you hold me and touch me while I shrank smaller and smaller into a much thinner frame, letting you manhandle my bubbled, rounded ass while you made out with my pillowy twink lips. Of course I’d let you squeeze me while I leaned my swelling weight against you, feeling my bod grow thicker and juicier while you ran your hands through the forrest of hair sprouting all over my heavy bear body. Whatever you wanted to see, whatever you desired, I’d mold my body to make it so for you.

I wish that I could use my body that’s been transformed into the object of your lust to fulfill the deepest, most carnal fantasies you have. You want me to flex for you and grow massively, impossibly bigger and buffer while I widen your hole with my god cock? Sounds great! You wanna suck my boulder-like man tits until you drink from them to swell into a hung, hunky muscle beast like me? Yum! You want to make me into your obedient leather pup cum slut? How exciting! You want to use me as a body suit or possess me so you can use my powers to experience this kind of body modification on your own? Dude, let’s do it! You want me to flood you and your bed and whoever else is around with a geyser of my cum? I love doing that! You want to suck off my 8 or 9 or 10 or 11 or 12 or, hell, even 15 incher while I suck off yours until we unload into each others guts? Count me in! You want to rim and finger and fist my puckering hole, or you want me to do yours? I’m game for either! You wanna give me the power to do whatever I want to do to you, your pole, your holes, until I make you cum harder than you ever have or ever will in your life. Man, I want the same fuckin thing!

I wish that after you and I are done with each other that you tell all of your friends about me. I wish that for the rest of my life, I’m being called upon by each and every one of you to fulfill your most carnal, most secretive, most fucked up fantasies. I wish that I could be a god of fantasy, lust, desire, carnal pleasures—an andro-Aphrodite, an erotic Eros, a devious Dionysus, a titillating Tu’er Shen, a lusty Tlazolteotl. Whatever you want, bro you’ve got it.

Kind of a broadly-encompassing wish, but the heart wants what the heart wants!

#male transformation #male tf #muscle #ama #reality change #wish fulfillment #whoops kinda went off there #but no kidding i’m aiming on coming back as an incubus or something lmao #aim for the stars yknow

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ddeck · 7 months

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if you're up for mitski + padmé, please do because there is no one who can possibly do that better than you can. <3

Though I'm a geyser

Feel it bubbling from below

Hear it call, hear it call

Hear it call to me constantly

And hear the harmony

Only when it's harming me

It's not real, it's not real

It's not real enough

mitski - geyser

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my padme manifest

#she is a geyser. TO ME #my beloved my one and only #i got slightly carried away #sorry gnight #i got SO excited when i saw this ask lukka i love u forever #padme amidala #star wars prequels #tcw #star wars #deckdraws

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manessha545 · 1 month

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El Tatio, Chile: The thermal activity in Tatio covers an area of approximately 10 km2 and includes more than 80 types of geysers among fumaroles, water, boiling mud ponds, bubbling ponds and springs....El Tatio is a geothermal field with many geysers located in the Andes Mountains of northern Chile at 4,320 metres above mean sea level. It is the third-largest geyser field in the world and the largest in the Southern Hemisphere. Wikipedia

#El Tatio #Chile

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 3 months

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How about Bill doing some cock vore? maybe some pec vore too!

Definitely! Technically prompts but also one continuous story, have fun.

L.egoshi grunts as he’s slammed onto the ground, B.ill’s strong arms wrapped around him. The two carnivores have gotten into another fight, and B.ill is overpowering the wolf. The bathroom it’s happening in is giving them at least some privacy for this. But it’s giving the tiger an idea as well, to really one up his rival. B.ill grins, sitting up and straddling L.egoshi. “You know, I think it’s time I really taught you a lesson…” With a quick tug, B.ill pulls his pants down, letting his impressive cock flops out onto L.egoshi’s chest. The wolf blushes darkly as he sees it, his own pants tenting a bit and poking B.ill in the ass. For a second, he wonders if this is why B.ill has been so aggressive with him. A few strokes gets B.ill hard and the tiger leans in closer, putting a hand on the wall behind L.egoshi. The wolf thinks he’s about to be offered the cock to suck, and he’s not hating the idea…but then B.ill thrusts forward, forcing L.egoshi’s entire muzzle into the tiger’s cock with a muffled yelp. He starts to thrash around now, hitting B.ill’s thighs. The tiger lets out a moan, tipping his head back as he starts to thrust his hips some more. L.egoshi’s head is slurped in fast, and then B.ill is getting down is shoulders and chest. Each thrust has B.ill’s cock swallow up more of L.egoshi, dragging the wolf across the bathroom floor as he disappears from sight. And the more of him that disappears, the more then B.ill’s nuts bulge out, stretching around L.egoshi’s form. The wolf’s kicking legs slid across the tiled floor, his body slurping out of sight. Bull pants and moans, shamelessly rubbing over his thick shaft as it swallows up its meals. He’s already leaking, forming a puddle on the floor. L.egoshi’s legs are soon disappearing, and even his kicking feet slip into B.ill’s shaft and slosh down into his nuts. “Ooooh fuck yeah…” B.ill lays back against his bulging nuts, panting and moaning as he pumps his cock. L.egoshi’s voice is muffled by the tiger’s nuts, his form stretching them out as he tries to struggle. They’re groaning and bubbling deeply, growing warm and working on all that wolf meat. With how horny B.ill is, they’re working fast, trying to turn all of that wolf meat into the tiger’s next load. His fur sloughs off his body, which gets progressively more white and sloppy. L.egoshi screams as he watches himself melt into the boiling pool of cum. His struggles lessen as he sinks down, his limbs and body turning into white slop. His screams turn into groans which turn into wet bubbles, his half melted head sinking below the bubbling pool. B.ill’s nuts grow round and smooth, and soon later, the tiger aims his cock and blows his load with a mighty tiger’s roar. A fresh load pumps out like a geyser, splattering onto the urinals on the room. They’re painted bright white and quickly overfilled, tiger’s cum and wolf bones overflowing them. Plenty of it gets on the floor and walls as well, but Bull doesn’t care at all. Pleasure wracks his body as he wastes the dumb wolf into a light tiger’s orgasm. It takes several minutes for him to finish and he lays back on the floor, panting and basking in the afterglow. Tiger cum drips off the wall, L.egoshi’s bones scattered around the urinals. His skull sits on the bottom of one of them, jaw open wide as the skull faces the ceiling. That’s the state people will find e wolf after Bull leaves the bathroom. The tiger didn’t plan to get caught with that. He is eager to show off his much bigger cock, though. L.egoshi made it even better, so B.ill has to admit…he did something right. Even if it was just dying in his nuts.

B.ill was so sick of R.iz coming around and showing him up. Just because he’s a bear and is stronger than him, he likes to go around and constantly one up him! And he always does it with that calm, smiling expression like he’s not even trying. It makes B.ill boil! And today…he plans to finally be the one to win against the bear. He’s going to prove that tigers are the strongest and he’s going to use R.iz to do that. R.iz is busy carrying some heavy equipment around, stuck doing so since L.egoshi was found as a splatter in the bathroom. It means R.iz is spending a lot of time alone, with his guard down, giving B.ill his opening. He quickly follows after the bear as he disappears backstage. They’re alone and the place is empty. So he comes up from behind R.iz quickly and shoulder checks him. R.iz cries out and topples over, landing on the ground with a thud, unable to catch himself with his full arms. R.iz groans and coughs, rolling onto his back. B.ill grabs the bear by the front of the shirt and lifts him up. The tiger himself has tosses his own shirt aside, leaving his torso fully exposed. Perfect for him to shove R.iz’s muzzle right into his pecs. R.iz’s eyes widen, and before he can react, B.ill shoved down on the back of his head and forces it completely between his pecs. Then it’s a series of shoves and flexes to start pulling the bigger carnivore deeper into him. R.iz lets out a muffled roar, trying to thrash free. His arms are pinned down as his own massive chest sinks into B.ill’s, though, and he’s stuck sitting down. He tries to stand, but it just shoved more of himself into B.ill’s chest, getting a purr and a grin from the predator. R.iz is waist deep by then, and B.ill hauls his legs up. They try to kick around, but Bull pushes down on him by the bottom of his feet. It gets a moan from the tiger as he sends those muscular legs packing up. He pushes the feet in between his pecs soon and pulls his fingers back out. His chest is massive now, bulging around tightly on the bear as he struggles. B.ill closes his eyes, grinning wide as he gropes his own bulging chest. He starts flexing roughly, getting muffled grunts out of his prey. The space is already excruciatingly tight for someone so big, and each flex is just making that work. It’s forcing what would normally be a rather sturdy person to start breaking with ease. Loud snaps and crunches ring out from B.ill’s chest as it grows more compact. R.iz roars again, thrashing and shoving around with all his might. But those roars are sounding more like screams soon and it’s music to B.ill’s ears. “That’s it,” B.ill purrs, squeezing his chest tightly. “Who’s the stronger carnivore now, huh? Tigers!” He flexes down again, finding it easier to crush more of R.iz. He’s already feeling stronger. “You’re just pec meat now, R.iz! To make the better carnivore even stronger!” Each flex of his chest makes him bigger. His body sweeps with new muscule mass and he grows a bit taller. R.iz is fading, his body being broken down and absorbed into B.ill’s. His mass is becoming the tiger’s mass, and his screams are turning into whimpers as pain fades into increasing numbness. B.ill’s pecs grow smaller and sturdier, steadily putting R.iz away. “Just like L.egoshi. You belong to the stronger carnivore. So…hurry up…and die!” B.ill flexes his chest tightly and roars. Power and strength course through him like electricity, his muscles bulging all over his body. He stinks of a thick musk now, more chest hair on his pecs and his voice somehow growing deeper. Something solid pops out of his chest and hits the floor with a clatter. It’s R.iz’s skull, drenched in tiger sweat. B.ill grins down at it, huffing and puffing. He kicks it away lazily and stops off. His pants tear as he does, giving up on trying to contain his bigger thighs. But that’s fine. He’ll just steal some of R.iz’s clothes. They are his now, after all.

L.ouis stares up at B.ill from the ground, trying to scoot back. He knew that something had happened with the tiger since he got bigger and R.iz happened to go missing. But he had been too cocky about his position in the school’s hierarchy. He didn’t think B.ill would turn on him. Now, alone with him in the dressing room, the tiger naked and hard, he realizes he was wrong. He’s grabbed by the ankle and dragged across the floor. L.ouis yells and tries to struggle free, but B.ill is far stronger than him. “I think you should go keep that dumb dog some company,” B.ill says with a deep growl. He lifts L.ouis’s leg up and shoved it right into his cock. He shivers slightly and moans out, then grabs the deer’s other foot to shove it in as well. He starts letting his cock flex and swallow the deer up, dragging his legs down. L.ouis claws at the floor, trying to struggle and yelling for help. No one hears it but the tiger, who laughs and strokes his shaft. L.ouis is slurped up to his waist quickly, starting to lift off the floor. B.ill’s cock throbs and bobs, sending more and more of the deer down. L.ouis tries to push himself out, but his hands slurp into the drooling cock lips and pins his arms down. B.ill grabs him by the antlers, already getting to L.ouis’s chest. “Don’t need these anymore.” A quick tg and the antlers crack off. L.ouis screams, but the sound is cut off by a wet slurp as his head goes down. B.ill’s nuts slosh and hang down low, reaching his knees. The tiger moans and starts to stroke himself again. “Just where you belong,” B.ill growls. “L.egoshi and R.iz at least were carnivores. But you? I’m not taking orders from *prey.*” He starts stroking himself faster, panting. His nuts flex and churn, L.ouis’s yelling quickly fading out into wet bubbling and churning. He was melting fast, his body reducing into boiling nut slop. Whether it was being an herbivore or B.ill’s body being so powerful, it didn’t matter. L.ouis was gone in no time, and B.ill is blowing his load onto the dressing rooms mirror with a moan. Deer bones come up all at once, the skeleton kept in most one piece. It strikes the mirror with a thump, being plastered against it with the thick tiger cum. B.ill’s orgasm ends after a couple of minutes, and he grins at the skeleton as he takes deep breaths. That’s the most popular guy in school dead. Now, a real man can take his place. A carnivore. A tiger. B.ill.

#v.ore #gay vore #male vore #m/m vore #mlm vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #cock vore #pec vore #fatal vore #digestion #beastarsvore #billvore #legoshivore #rizvore #louisvore #ask

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the-pessimists-paradigm · 2 months

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Chipped Nail Polish

As you entered his room, hundreds of polish shades lay on Asmodeus' vanity for your anniversary. You smiled at his focused expression as he painted coral and teal on alternate nails. He giggled as he looked up at you, showing his fingers on full display. The ornate flowers and patterns around you created a beautiful haze as you held his hand. You wanted something different, so, you two stayed inside for a makeover this year.

You sat by him as he began applying a foundation to your face. He noticed every smile line, every little bump and mole. Soft bristles of the brush tickled your skin, laughter erupting from you like a geyser. A warm hand held your face still, beaming at your happiness. Asmodeus had a fear of aging, storing retinol and serums in a cabinet, however, as time flew with you he began to appreciate your gentle descent.

Smooth buttery waves of chapstick were stroked onto your lips, as he focused solely on you. He knew humans were feeble, from his many lovers, but he never cared for them as he had for you. Asmodeus usually did something for your anniversary, a resort day for two, or a date at a cute restaurant.

Your energy was slowly depleting through the years as you went to beauty salons and photoshoots together. So, you two stayed inside for a makeover this year.

It was a hot spring resort, booked with a VIP reservation. Face masks and champagne, as you were cuddled up together, surrounded by stones and bubbles. The serenity of the moment was disrupted when your back started aching, and although he massaged as best as he could, the pain still lingered within both of you. Anguish filled his heart at your state, sighing in discomfort.

He never spoke of it, but his actions expressed his true feelings as he cooked for you. Although manual labor wasn't his forte, he would rather get his hands a little dirty than watch you suffer in agony. Weeding the garden, cleaning the halls, mopping the bathroom, it was all for you.

Nevertheless, as you aged, the crack in his heart became a ravine that day.

As he finished painting your nails, complementing your eyeshadow, he earnestly smiled as you yawned happily. Now sitting on the edge of his bed, you leaned into his embrace, wrapped in a plush blanket. You played with his hair as you fell backward, bringing him with you, laughing. As you closed your eyes, he opened his. You weren't waking up. Not now, please. He checked your pulse, opened the windows, and called Lucifer in distress. But there was no hope left, for you had passed in his loving arms.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! asmodeus #om! shall we date #obey me game #obey me!#obey me asmodeus #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmo x mc #obey me fanfic

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jaylaxies · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 12 — AFTERCARE

PAIRING: jay x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, breeding, mentions of bathtub and nicknames.

WC: 600 words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! the thought of jay being an absolute sweetheart after sex is honestly one of my favourite things to think of and i really hope that y’all like it! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3

“Oh god,” you breathed out, intertwining your fingers with Jay, who was on top of you, eyes fixated on your face as he tried to memorize every expression and emotion your face displayed, his cock being deep inside your cunt.

“Feels good?” He asked, biting his lip when he saw you smile and nod.

“So good! Fuck, you feel so good!” You were loud for him, and that gave him the motivation to do better each time.

How could he? He was the best already.

You tried to keep your eyes open, looking at Jay as you chanted his name like a mantra, not once caring how your neighbours could probably hear the filthy noises you both were making.

It didn’t take you two long before he thrusted into you, helping you reach your state of euphoria by snapping his hips on yours, burying his face in your neck as he emptied his cum into your pussy.

You wrapped your arms around his bare back, pulling him closer into the hug as you tried to control your breathing after your orgasm.

He lifted himself up just a bit before a small smile graced his face, looking at your sleepy and exhausted state. He placed gentle kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle at his affectionate gestures.

“You did so well, baby,” he praised, caressing your cheek before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

You hummed, pulling him closer, you could never get enough of him.

You whined in an instant as he pulled back, making grabby hands at him, to which he smiled, wearing his boxers.

“I’m just going to arrange a bath for you, princess,” he explained with soft eyes.

“Will you join me there?” You asked with a hopeful expression and you happily let him go once he nodded.

He was quick to turn on the geyser, gathering hot water in the bathtub for you, making sure to add bubbles for you. He held you in his arms and walked you to the bathroom, the scented candle made it even better and you swore that you couldn’t love anyone more than you love Jay.

“C’mere, baby,” he sat down in the tub, helping you sit in between his legs before wrapping his arms around your waist as his lips brushed against your neck.

You closed your eyes, sighing softly while Jay massaged your body, applying pressure at all right points, making you feel even more sleepy, a thing he found adorable.

He didn’t let you do any of the work, even cleaned you up before he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, asking you to wear his clothes, which again, was done by him, making sure to give you something soft to wear.

You called out his name softly, whining about how you wanted to kiss him, and he let you do it with a chuckle of his own.

That wasn’t all, he asked you to lie down on his bed, the silk sheets caressing your skin softly before he grabbed the scented lotion, applying it on your body, a pout on his lips as he did so.

A small smile graced your face, Jay noticed it.

“What’s it?” He asked, happiness clear on his face.

“I love you,” you caressed his cheek, speaking earnestly.

He got into the bed with you, wrapping you both in his blanket, “I love you too, so much,” he spoke up, his arms tightening around you.

You both felt safe and content, wishing for this moment to never end, knowing that you’d love each other for a long time.

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ethereal27cereal · 2 years

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Listen to the Trees - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader - Friends to Lovers

summary: Spending your long weekend home from college reading Tolkien with your childhood best friend, Eddie. Couldn't want anything more. Except you do. You want Eddie, more than just friends, but when the words don't ever seem to come out and you miss your train home, things get interesting...

warnings: little bit of perv!Eddie (he masturbates thinking about reader), nothing else really of note - this is pretty much just sappy fluff with two sweet stupid friends who don’t admit how much they love one another

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, little tiny smut

word count: 6.1k

author's note: I was inspired by a prompt I saw on @glasswriter1 "I missed the last train, and it is all because of you and your obsession with speaking trees!" and I just immediately thought of Eddie and his love of LOTR. This totally ends on a major cliffhanger so if you all are into it I have more to come. Asks are always open for any feedback 💚

part 2

The sweet solace of Eddie’s room is a welcome respite from the bitter chill of fall, the wind threatening against the thin windows of his trailer. Your long weekend home from college is almost up, not nearly enough time to spend with your childhood best friend and he is trying to consume every last possible second with you before your train leaves from Indianapolis. Taking you back to Chicago, back to the drudgery of school and work, and too far away from Eddie.

Bonding over fantasy lands and banding together as outcasts usually do, Eddie and you had been inseparable since that first moment you shared your lunch with him in 1st grade. You and Eddie had shared everything together since then; snacks, movie marathons, study notes, hopes and dreams, fears and secrets, looks that lingered too long for people who were supposed to be just friends.

Everything changed when you had decided to pursue an art history education in Chicago, wanting to get at least a little breathing space from Hawkins, and Eddie had stayed put, taking some vocational courses at the community college and working at Thatcher Tires. Late night phone calls and a stream of handwritten letters did little to fill the Eddie-sized gap in your life, only leaving a crater-sized chasm right in the middle of your chest. No friendship or sexual partner in college could ever muster up enough mortar to fill the cracks he created. No other man could ever match the way Eddie looked at you, deep coffee-colored pools of wonder and awe like you were the most captivating creature he’d ever seen.

Your romantic feelings for Eddie had bubbled up slowly, like a geyser waiting to erupt. They had always been there in some way or another, simmering under the surface as the years of friendship went on. He was your best friend, your protector from all the chaos in your life, your guiding moon in the dark night. He had always been there for you and you for him, but you didn’t know just how much you felt for him until the distance and separation made you reflect on everything that could’ve been. You were never sure if he felt the same way about you, you’d never had the courage to bring it up and it certainly wasn’t ever a topic he approached. He was always the affectionate, touchy type with the people he was closest to, so you had been resigned to the fact that you were just one of the guys to him.

The long holiday weekend had given the perfect excuse to make the train ride home. You told yourself were going to visit family and friends, but you knew from the moment Eddie scooped you into his arms at the train station, trying to hide the tears that were edging their way out of the corners of his chocolate brown eyes, that you would be spending every waking moment of the weekend with Eddie.

And there you are, lying propped up on your side on Eddie’s bed, covered in blankets that smell like smoke and the cheap cologne you had gotten him for his birthday last year, trying to tame a pending eruption of emotions inside you while staring and attempting to listen as he talks animatedly about everything and nothing all at once.

“Earth to Y/N?” Eddie asks, shifting forward from his upright position against the pillows to wave his hand playfully in front of you.

“Hmm, what? I’m listening,” you insist, adjusting your position so you’re sitting up fully facing him now.

“Sure you are. Then what did I say,” he smirks, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You were talking about speaking trees, Ents. And how you’re going to use them in an upcoming campaign with the guys you met at college,” you reply confidently, matching his challenging pose with your own as you sit up and cross your arms, the blankets shrugging off your shoulders.

“So you did catch some of it!! But I literally just asked you a question about said Ents. You gonna answer it, since you were listening so super carefully there, Sunshine?” his pet name for you rolling off his tongue with a tart sweetness that makes you giggle.

“Ok fine, you got me. I zoned off for a second. I was thinking about what time we need to leave to get to the train station on time,” your words not entirely a lie, but also not exactly what you had been ruminating about. “What did you ask me, sorry?”

“Do you remember the Entwives?,” his face softens into a smile with your apology. You do indeed remember the Entwives, in fact you’re pretty sure you were the one who had brought them up to him during one of your many rereadings of The Two Towers, finding it so achingly sad that there would be never be a reunion between the Ents and their wives who had gone to plant beautiful gardens only to be killed or enslaved when Sauron burned through the land.

“I think I remember them, but remind me please,” you smile coyly, knowing the information he’s about to share but truly wanting to hear what he has to say.

“Well Treebeard thinks that the wives are lost forever after they moved to the Brown Lands to plant and grow smaller things and were wiped out by Sauron. But remember how Merry and Pippin say they’ve seen an Ent, or Entwife, walking north of the Shire?” he wiggles his eyebrows dramatically, waiting for your response. An uncontrollable shiver hits you, realizing just how cold the room was without the cocoon of blankets, but you nod, teeth chattering.

“Jesus, Sunshine, how’d you already manage to wiggle outta that blanket burrito I made for you. Come ‘ere, I feel like a furnace right now so I’ll share some warmth,” he motions for you to lay in between his outstretched legs, untwisting the blankets and folding them back for you to crawl under. You stare down at his form, frayed light wash jeans hugging his slender frame, faded black t-shirt riding up to expose the soft trail of curls that disappear into his waistband as he reaches his arms out for you in a grabby motion. You want nothing more than to curl against his chest and tell him how much you missed him, missed his touch, your skin melting against his, missed the feelings you get when you’re around him, sealing all your words and feelings with a passionate first kiss. But you don’t do that. You can’t. Not now at least. Instead, you just burrow yourself into his lap, letting out a contented sigh as he wraps the blankets around you tightly and you rest your head on the soft cushion of his lower stomach.

“So, for my campaign, I’m going to have one of my players see an Entwife while they’re out on the road. Or I guess a treant wife because they’re called treants in D&D. Anyway, the wives aren’t really all dead, they’ve just been in hiding or hibernation or something, I’m still figuring out that idea. But then the party gets a summons from the treant that is the guardian of the local forest that there have been several sightings of the wives and the party is sent off on a quest to find them,” Eddie’s words tumble from his lips in a babbling flow, hands gesturing wildly then coming to rest softly on your covered shoulder. “What do you think? Does that sound cool or totally lame? I need some trademark Sunshine honesty here,” his voice anxious as he coaxes out your answer, always valuing your opinion even when it would come out a little harsher than you meant, which it often did.

“I think that sounds like the start of a totally awesome quest. If I weren’t so far away, you know I would want to jump in on that campaign in a heartbeat,” you answer honestly, looking up into his pleading brown eyes.

“I wish you could play in my campaigns again too,” he echoes with a playful pout, but you can see the truth behind his eyes. He has missed you too, he says so several times throughout the weekend. But you are sure it’s not in the same way that you missed him.

“There is a D&D club on campus and I tried to join in on one of their campaigns, but the DM was…creepy,” you admit quietly, ice cold fingers creeping out from under the blankets to toy with the hem of his shirt.

“Even weirder than little ‘ol me?” he grins and you nod, the movement of your cheek against his shirt causing it to shift up and expose that deliciously inviting swath of flesh and delicate curls. “Creepy how?” he urges you to go on, his eyes fixed to where your fingers are pulling loose threads from the worn patch just above the front pocket of his jeans, inching closer to his tummy with each thread yanked away.

“He just made it weird. Like the only thing he focused on about my character was the fact that I was the only woman on the adventuring party, and it was all heaving bosoms and dirty jokes at my expense. I played like two sessions and then never showed my face again,” you admit with an injured chuckle, and Eddie jolts forward, though you’re unsure if it’s from your words or your frosty fingers suddenly making contact with the bare skin of his midriff.

“Christ, your fingers feel like icicles,” his whole body stiffens, a sharp intake of breath as you swirl your fingers playfully against his alabaster skin. “That is super shitty about the club and the DM. Many guy DMs are weird lonely losers, but can be surprisingly real pricks whenever they have a real live lady in their presence, especially one as pretty, scary, and charmingly intimidating as you Sunshine,” his voice stiff but he boops your nose playfully, still wincing away from your frigid touch.

“Me? Intimidating? Are you sure we aren’t talking about you, moon?” your nickname for him leaving your lips easily, a familiar sweetness to it. It had started out as Moonbeam. Fracturing into mooney beam, moon boy, then simply moon. He was your Moonbeam and you were his Sunshine. He said it was because every time you entered the room it was like the sun had walked in, a warm and tingly feeling that spread through his whole body. He was 12 and he was sure it was the truest and most honest thing he could have ever said to anyone, and it made his heart leap into his throat when he said it to you. You quickly decided that meant he was your Moonbeam, a guiding light and comfort even when everything else was dark.

“Yes, you intimidating! You regularly made Gareth and Jeff cry during Hellfire! You didn’t even have to say anything mean, you would just give them this look whenever they made questionable party choices and they knew they had fucked up,” his laughter shaking his whole body, vibrating against your cheek.

“Well they were being dumb and they needed to know that,” you counter with a smug smile. Your fingers inch further under his shirt, palm laying flat against the soft pudge of his belly. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory to find yourself in, you two cuddled regularly even through high school, but it had been months if not a year since you had been this close to him and it made your heart race.

“Good god, woman! Why are your fingers so fucking cold all the time?” he bursts, shifting so you’re forced to make eye contact with him. “Go ahead, my ice queen, get your hands up in here and I’ll warm them up,” he lifts up his shirt, inviting you in. A million thoughts race through your head before you shimmy up further so your head is pillowed against his chest and you slide your hand up to rest just under his armpit, heat already seeping through your fingertips like warm honey. He adjusts the blankets so now you both are fully covered and lets out a deep sigh.

“I am burning alive so I hope you’re happy and warm there, princess,” he pats the top of your head affectionately, the whisper of his lips brushing your crown as he repositions to get comfortable. “Should I continue where we left off with The Two Towers? We are actually just about to the part with Treebeard, so we should be able to get to a good stopping point before we need to leave to get you to the train,” his last words leave his lips with a sadness that sends a pang straight to your heart, hurting worse than any break-up ever had.

“That sounds perfect. The train leaves at 9 and it’s only 4 now, so we have plenty of time,” you reply, offering him a gentle squeeze as you wrap your arms fully around his waist. Eddie picks up the dogeared book from the stack on his bedside table and flips it open to where you had left off

– -

You could listen to Eddie read for hours, and whenever you had the opportunity, you often did. The way he changed his voice dramatically for every character, facial expressions scrunching in anger or shifting with surprise depending on the scene. The soft lilt of his voice has always been a comfort to you, often pleading with him to read you to sleep after one of your numerous nightmares. He would always oblige, trudging over to your trailer in the dead of night if your mom was working night shift or whispering into the walkie talkies that you shared if he couldn’t come to be with you, waiting until he heard your steady snores to sign off.

Only taking a quick break to scarf down a dinner of Kraft mac and cheese, Eddie barreled through chapter after chapter, the story you have both heard and read so many times over still consuming you whole. Before you know it, your eyes are beginning to droop and an inky blackness closes in against the windows as nightfalls. You don’t even realize you’ve dozed off on Eddie’s chest until he is gently shaking you awake.

“What time does your train leave again?” Eddie asks, trying to free his left arm from your sleepy weight to check the time.

“It leaves at 9, but I wanna get there by like 8:30 to get all settled,” you murmur, voice raspy from your impromptu nap as you sit up and rub your eyes. “Why what time is it now?”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. We gotta go, Sunshine!” Eddie scrambles off the bed after peeking at his watch.

“Eddie! What time is it?” you press, still trying to fight away all the drowsy thoughts swimming in your brain as you unwrap the blankets that have become twisted around your legs.

“It’s 8.” he mumbles under his breath, pausing as he watches the expression of panic wash over your expression. He knows that you get easily stressed out when it comes to his time management skills, or lack thereof, always giving him gentle reminders to be on time and keep a schedule, even buying him his watch so he wouldn’t have an excuse for not knowing the time. He doesn’t want to upset you or make you late in this case, but he is grasping at the fleeting moments you have left in the weekend and trying to come up with every possible reason he can think of for why you shouldn’t go back to Chicago.

You stare at him for a moment, jaw tense, blinking slowly as you try to process and plan. He speaks again before you can figure out your next step. “If we hurry, we should be able to get you there by 9, maybe a little before. We can still make it. I’m really sorry, Y/N. I really didn’t mean to fuck up, I just…I just lost track of time. I’m so sorry,” Eddie looks down at his feet, tugging a chunk of his dark brown curls over his lips and chin, as if he is trying to create a curtain around himself.

“You didn’t fuck up, Moon. You didn’t fuck up. I wasn’t really looking at the time either, but let’s just get my shit together, get out the door, and just speed to the train station. You already drive like a bat out of hell, so this shouldn’t be too much of an ask,” you soothe, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you rise from the bed to offer him a comforting pat on the arm and then a gentle pinch at your last phrase.

“Hey, I usually get you there in one piece, princess, so don’t complain,” he counters with a smile and then begins to shuffle around, shoving on his shoes and slithering into his leather jacket.

There isn’t much of your stuff to gather up since you had already packed that morning, choosing to do it while Eddie snored loudly out on the pullout couch. Wayne was coincidentally out of town for the weekend and Eddie insisted on sleeping out there instead of the bed with you, claiming some thinly veiled joke about not being kids anymore and you’d be more comfortable without him thrashing around the whole night. Silent sobs had reverberated through your chest as you shoved the last of your belongings into your bag, especially thankful that Eddie was a heavy sleeper. You carefully tucked a few of Eddie’s t-shirts into your bag, not for any sick and twisted reason, but just because you wanted to feel like he was holding you close when you were so far away from him.

Eddie sighs and motions for you to head out of his room, a solemn look on his face as he swings your bag over his shoulder and follows you out into the living room. Swallowing the lump of feelings that is forming in your throat and despite already being way later than you intended, your feet shuffle on the shag carpet as you struggle to make your body move toward the door. A staticky silence rings in your ears as Eddie holds out your fuzzy winter coat for you to slide into, gently squeezing your shoulders and turning to face him.

“I know, Sunshine. I miss you already. But before you know it, it will be winter break and you’re coming back here for that right?” he brings his palm up to cup your cheek, ready to catch the tears that threaten to fall, dusting over the field of freckles there while he waits.

“I think so, but that seems so far away,” your words choking in your throat. He doesn’t respond, but simply nods and pulls you into a hug. You want to remember how he feels forever, solid, warm, and safe. Clinging onto the little pieces you have of him even though you can’t really call him yours, not in that way. He reluctantly pulls away and opens the trailer door, the blustery chill harsh against your face as you follow him to his van.

— -

It doesn’t matter how fast Eddie speeds down the freeway, weaving through the lanes and ignoring almost all laws of the road, you still miss the train, watching it pull away just as you make it to the platform. “Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry, Y/N,” Eddie puffs, exhausted from how quickly you both had booked it from the parking lot, running all the way through the train station. “I bet there’s another one coming soon. I’ll go check over at the ticket booth, don’t go anywhere,” he assures you and before you can stop him he’s scurrying over to the grumpy looking woman behind the glass of the ticket booth.

“That was the last train,” you mumble, but he is already too far away to hear. You had booked the last possible train of the night, prolonging the inevitable.

Eddie stands at the ticket booth, body tensed and mind whirring, his hands tapping anxiously against the counter as he tries to fix things. A few minutes later, he returns back to where you had slumped to the ground, hugging your bag against your chest, with an oddly hopeful look on his face.

“So, that was the last train of the night. But, I got you a ticket for the first train in the morning. It leaves at 10am. I figure we get a motel room, get some good sleep, and then have a big hearty breakfast before your train in the morning. Sound like a plan, Sunshine?” he asks, smiling despite himself, internally grateful at the new found time he could spend with you.

“I mean, I missed the last train, and it is all because of you and your obsession with speaking trees!” your tone laced with a playful sarcasm that has Eddie grinning immediately, then rocking backward on his heels, hands to his heart as if he has been mortally wounded.

“You wound me, princess. I thought you shared my love for speaking trees and all things wonderfully fantastical!? Don’t tell me the big city has changed my sweet little nerd?” he beseeches, still amping up the dramatics as he scoops up your hand as if you were some buxom maiden in a fairytale.

“Oh shut up, you weirdo. You know I still love the same nerdy stuff you do, always. It’s just a rarity that I miss important things because of my nerdy obsessions, but you always knew how to bring out the best in me,” you yank your hand away from his to swat at his chest, but he instead traps you into a squeezing bear hug.

“That is why we are an unstoppable team, you and me. I bring out the best in you and you know how to reign in all my crazy,” he pulls you away from the hug with a beaming smile, his heavy palm on your shoulder, fawn eyes flickering rapidly from your lips back to your eyes. You register his sharp inhale, nostrils flaring and lips suddenly pursing before he quickly turns away to pick up your bag off the ground. His features indecipherable as he slowly nods and begins to walk, hooking out his elbow for you to grab on.

“Um, but I guess as for your plan, it’s not such a terrible one. I’m sure there is a motel somewhere close by. And thanks for getting my ticket, Eddie,” you conclude, smoothing out your sweater before following Eddie through the station, looping your hand into the crook of his elbow.

“Oh yeah, I mean it is the least I can do. Motel and breakfast are on me too,” Eddie confirms when you reach his van and he opens the passenger door for you to slip inside.

— -

There is indeed a motel nearby, not the nicest one you’ve ever seen nor the dingiest, but there is only one room available and Eddie quickly offers over the needed cash and signs the paperwork at the front desk while you wait in the warmth of the van. Eddie emerges from the office, jingling the room key in his hand and you quickly gather your things, turning off the ignition before hopping out of the van.

“There’s only one bed,” you shrug your jacket off onto the nearby chair as Eddie closes and deadbolts the door to the room.

“Yeah, umm…” he begins, looking for the words that should come next.

“And it’s a small bed too.”

“I’m sorry, Sunshine. This is all they had and the guy said the other motels in town are all pretty booked up from the holiday weekend and stuff,” Eddie doesn’t know if this is true, only speaking to the guy at the front desk long enough to acquire a room, any old room with at least one bed, but it sounded convincing enough and you nod in acceptance.

“Totally, that makes sense. At least everything looks pretty clean,” you offer, looking down at the sheets and not finding any super noticeable stains.

“And it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. This one is just a little cozier than normal,” Eddie smiles as he begins to shed layers, first his Reeboks then his jacket.

“So you’ll sleep with me in a motel room, but not in your own bed for the weekend?” you give him a puzzled look, realizing the conflicting meaning your words have as they settle into the air between you. Eddie chuckles as he watches you flounder, opening and closing your mouth like a flopping fish. “Don’t look at me like that, you know what I mean, you perv,” your retort bitterly, sliding off your own shoes to get more comfortable.

“Sorry, Sunshine. I know what you mean. I just didn’t want you to have to spend the weekend hearing me snore and you know how hot I get when I sleep, I just wanted you to be comfortable. I can sleep on the floor if that would be better,” Eddie replies meekly, his cheeks flushing with a delicate rosy hue as he tries to avert your gaze. He busies himself looking for a spare blanket and flops a pillow dramatically down onto the floor next to the bed, eyeing you testingly to see if you were really going to banish him from the bed.

“No, no, no. Of course I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. It will be cozy, but at least I’ll be nice and warm all night,” your voice softens as you begin to flip the covers back on the bed. He smiles at your peace offering and pops the pillow back onto the bed.

“I guess we should get ready for bed then, yeah?” you suggest with a shrug, and he nods. You settle into nighttime routines, bumping into each other as you navigate the tight quarters and his close presence.

— -

Eddie studies you for a moment as you rummage through your bag for something to sleep in, looking away quickly when you pull off your bulky sweater, leaving you in just a thin tank top and jeans. You have already worn the pajamas you brought for the long weekend, and going for a fourth day in a row seems like a stretch, but that leaves you with just a tank top and your panties to sleep in.

“Would it bother you if I…” you begin.

“I usually just sleep in my…” Eddie’s voice overlaps yours, neither finishing the thoughts. It suddenly feels uncomfortable between you and Eddie, a palpable tension as you both try to start your sentences over but run into each other’s words again.

“No, sorry. You go first,” he offers, not sure when his face had gotten so hot and his mouth had filled with cotton.

“I only brought one pair of pajamas, and they’re a little gross at this point, would it bother you if I just slept in my tank top and underwear?” you ask, hoping it won’t be a problem, but also that it might just spur some kind of reaction from him.

“Oh, uh, yeah that’s cool. Don’t want you stinking up the bed with old pjs anyway,” he sticks out his tongue at you, cringing a little at his forced joke but it makes you laugh anyway.

“Hey, rude,” you go to swat at him but he dodges away with a grin.

“Seriously though, it’s fine. When have you ever known me not to be an upstanding gentleman in these matters?” he mimics a proper posh accent, trying to hide his nerves with flair. “You can get under the covers first and I won’t look, no peeking,” he holds up a ringed hand to cover his eyes, smirking as he peeks through his fingers at you. A witty remark waits on the tip of your tongue, something about how you want him to peek, but you swallow the remark, a sour candy offering an acidic burn.

“What were you going to say though, before?” you bring the topic back around to where it began.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I was just gonna say that I usually sleep in just my boxers and is that ok, but if you get a pass for just underwear, I’d say my question is asked and answered, yeah?” he punctuates his question with a raised brow and a tentative thumbs up.

“That’s fine with me, as long as they don’t have any more holes in them than they’re supposed to,” you tease, quickly tugging off your jeans and standing firmly on your designated side of the shared bed, daring him to say something, do something. You see him falter for a split second, jaw tensing and eyes blinking heavily, before his expression fades to neutral lines, unreadable.

“That was one time and you’re lucky you only saw butt cheek,” he points a mockingly accusatory finger at you, referring to the time you had both impulsively gone for a night swim at Lover’s Lake, stripping down to holey undergarments before plunging into the frigid water. He tries not to conjure up the image of the way you looked that night, wet and wild eyed as you splashed and wrestled him in the waves, the thin layer of your bra doing nothing to disguise the chilled peaks of your nipples, soft silken curves in his arms as he held you against his chest, treading water and blurring the lines of your friendship. He tries not to, but the image still swirls in his mind, trying to shake it away before pulling off his shirt, balling it up and tossing it on the floor. Unable to meet your challenging gaze, he quickly unbuckles his belt, shuffling his jeans off and kicking them aside.

“These ones are entirely un-holey, I see,” you remark, seeing the flush that rises across his neck and chest with your words.

“Well, yeah of course, I had to be entirely unholy to get into that satanic cult, they require it all the way down to my underwear. Socks too. They’re pretty particular,” he quips, with a shy smirk, always one to bullshit his way through uncomfortable situations with humor. You roll your eyes and laugh, the sound echoing off the thin walls of the room.

“Good one, Moon. Are you going to get into bed or is the cult teaching you to sleep standing up?” you press, watching him squirm.

“I thought you were supposed to get in first, and wasn’t I supposed to be not peeking?” he quickly covers his eyes, metal smacking against the bridge of his nose.

“That was more your requirement than mine. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all already anyway,” you sigh and shrug, fanning the covers up and crawling under them quickly. You try desperately to gauge his response, but he is steel faced as he slowly removes each of his rings, depositing them with a jingle on the bedside table. He simply smiles and nods, winding up the clock to set an alarm before pulling back the covers on his side and sliding in.

You both lay stiffly for a few moments, backs pressed to the thin spring-filled mattress, distracting yourselves from the big questions at hand by counting the stains on the ceiling. You can feel him stealing glances at you, feeling his heavy breathing hit your cheek every time he turns to look your way.

“Are you…uh…comfortable?” his voice cracking slightly as if he didn’t expect words to come out at just that moment.

“I mean, not really,” you chuckle, repositioning as you feel a spring jut into your tailbone. “I’m not really a back sleeper, but I don’t want to get all up in your space and bother you,” you huff and pull the blankets up around your chin.

“And when has the potential of bothering me ever stopped you before, princess. Come over here, get all up in my space. You may try to say you’re a grown up college lady now, but if your earlier nap proves anything you’re still just my cuddle bug,” Eddie tilts to his side and opens his arms wide, offering you space in the cocoon you always craved. You weaken a little at his choice of words, the possessive adjective not lost on you, but knowing that it probably doesn’t hold that meaning to him. All the same, you scurry into his arms quickly, nuzzling your nose against his collarbone, the rounded angles of his hugs offering you only comfort and warmth for so many years. You both sigh, settling into each other like a habit neither of you are willing to break.

“Will you be able to fall asleep like this?” your question muffled against his chest.

“Probably, I’m pretty sleepy. Unlike you, I did not get a nap earlier,” he squeezes you in a teasing hug that angles you so your body is draped over his, legs intertwined, his hand squeezing gently on the soft curves of your middle while you trace shapes into the planes of his back.

“If you get uncomfortable or hot, just shove me off,” you suggest, feeling the lapping waves of drowsiness wash over you in spite of your nap.

“Ha, I will try, Sunshine, but you tend to be a stage 5 clinger in your sleep. Once you’re cuddled up, you’re like Velcro,” Eddie chuckles and looks down at you, chuckling again softly when he sees that you’ve already fallen asleep in his arms. He places a tentative kiss on your forehead. “And I would be stuck to you forever if I could be, I love you so much, Sunshine,” his words leaving his mouth in an honest whisper before he has a chance to bottle them back up like usual.

You stir and murmur something, lips feathering against his chest, leaving Eddie frozen in panic. He has been planning to say something about his feelings sooner or later, but it never feels like the right moment, and this especially isn’t the time. He just can’t risk it, fearing that he will muddle the best friendship he’s ever had with too many feelings, and an even uglier fear that you would reject him entirely, calling him a ‘freak’ and a ‘weirdo’ with anger in your eyes instead of the usual joking manner you used to refer to his town given moniker. It had already been hard enough when you’d gone away to college, leaving him behind for bigger and better things, new friends and the occasional boyfriend that you would mention in passing, never realizing how hard Eddie’s heart would sink into the pit of his stomach when he thought about you with someone else, someone who didn’t know you as well as he did, touching you the way he had always wanted to.

He had spent an embarrassing number of nights falling asleep to the thought of you. Always beginning honey sweet with memories of your laugh, the way you smiled at all of his stupid jokes, innocence rapidly fading as he remembered the way your ample breasts bounced with each giggle, instantly sending his mind swirling in a million dirty directions. The ending was always the same, hand wrapped around himself tightly, hasty and sloppy, pretending it was you around him instead in a race towards his release. When he was finished, the evidence pooling and drying sticky on his stomach, the same wave of guilt and shame would always hit him. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about you like this, shouldn’t be driven wild by even the tamest thoughts of you, but he couldn’t help it. Years of pent up desire were finally starting to bubble over, fissures and cracks fracturing into a great chasm that he couldn’t close up anymore.

He realizes he’s not breathing when you offer another incoherent sleepy babble, ending your musing with a phrase his ears almost fail to register at first, not wanting to believe they had just left your lips. “I love you so much, Eddie,” your sleep slurred words immediately sending his brain into a tailspin. Buzzing fills his brain as he still forgets to breathe, a shaky inhale doing little to subside the hive of bees in his mind. You don’t say anything else, lingering sighs and coos as you fade into dreams. Eddie doesn’t care if it was said while you were dreaming, it’s the sweetest string of words he’s ever heard laced together and he is bound and determined now more than ever to have you say them to him for real.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie munson x plus size reader #stranger things fanfiction #joe quinn #joseph quinn #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine

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