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the-witty-pen-name · 2 months

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Love is Blind (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, brief descriptions of masturbation, smut in later parts

A/N: I got this idea from watching the newest season of Love is Blind and getting genuinely annoyed that the show still doesn’t have a more size inclusive dating pool. I feel like the show could be so much more. There are many subjects the show could be featuring that it just doesn’t. Anyways, this is incredibly self-indulgent, Eddie Munson loves plus size women and I refuse to accept otherwise. Enjoy!

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Day One:

Eddie’s palms are sweaty, and he nervously wipes his hands on his jeans repeatedly. He bounces his leg, twisting the rings on his fingers. Fuck, what the hell is he even doing here? He’s sitting on a couch, facing a blank wall, and he’s absolutely scared shitless that he’s finally doing this. Hell, if it bombs, he gets some cash for participating. Whatever, it’s not like he actually believes in this shit.

He’s up and pacing the room when he finally hears a door on the other side of the wall open and close. He literally jumps over from the back of the couch to get back in his seat. He can hear the faint patter of someone walking. Then it stops, he assumes the person on the other side has taken a seat.

“This is so weird,” the voice from the other side of the wall says, and Eddie feels immediately at ease. He chuckles, shaking his head, standing up to walk the pent up energy out.

“Batshit,” Eddie exclaims in agreement. “I don’t know what I’m even doing here.”

“I’m here for the $200,” the voice jokes. “But that’s just me.”

He’s instantly relaxed, and suddenly, it doesn’t feel like he’s sitting alone in a drafty room on a lumpy couch. He’s intrigued, and ready to play the game. At least, he’s open to this first conversation. He feels a little better knowing that he’s not alone. He sits down finally, rubbing his hands still.

“I’m here,” he begins, allowing himself to be a little vulnerable, “because I am sick of the way people look at me.”

“Fuck, amen to that,” the voice responds with a clap, and the reaction makes Eddie grin from ear to ear. “Guys are so shallow, no offense.” He laughs.

“I’m not usually this outgoing,” the voice shares, sounding a little more reserved, “There’s something about you not looking at me that's making me a little more brave.” Eddie thinks this girl sounds so incredibly sweet. He’s never been attracted to someone’s voice, but he’s feeling himself being pulled in. It’s gentle, and kind and not deserving of whatever the world did to you to lead you here.

“Well, I’m used to being the spectacle,” Eddie sighs, leaning back into the couch, slumping down. “I can’t help it,” he exhales, “I mean, people think the worst of me no matter what I do, so like, fuck it. I’m gonna have fun with it.”

“Is that all of it?” the voice asks, knowingly. Eddie scoffs at the perception. Is he that obvious?

“No,” he cringes, and he hears a giggle from the other side of the wall. It helps him feel more comfortable. “Um honestly,” he continues, a little shy, “Part of me keeps the act up cause if people are watching me, I’m not alone. I’d rather be the laughing stock than have no one acknowledge me at all.”

“I’m the opposite,” the voice shares, “I’d so much rather be out of sight out of mind.”

“Doesn’t that get lonely?” he asks softly.

“In my experience,” the voice continues, “it has always felt like people keep me around so they feel better about themselves. I know that’s not true- I know my friends love me. I just- being by myself is my comfort zone. I don’t need to worry about how I’m like being perceived. Or if, like, I'm being judged.”

Eddie nods understandingly, until he remembers you can’t see him.

“I get it,” he says, trying to be comforting. “I, uh, yeah.. People don’t like… they don’t like understand what it feels like when you just feel simultaneously so small and like you take up too much space- and how they’re the ones that make you feel that way.”

“Wow- I’ve never heard it put into words so well before. That’s just been my life, you know?”

“We’re really getting deep huh?” he jokes, chest swelling with pride when he hears the laugh.

“I really like your voice,” the voice admits, and Eddie feels his face heat and he’s sure his face is flushed red from the compliment. His ego has been very much stroked at this point, and he takes the opportunity to fully embrace this whole flirting thing. If he can at least leave this experiment making someone feel good, then he won’t consider this a waste of time.

“Well, I really like your voice,” he quips. “Actually, uh- I’ve been sitting over here, on a really shitty couch. And I was asking myself what the hell was I doing here? I am probably the worst person for this experiment- I don’t think I could take this seriously. Then, I heard your voice- and I instantly felt attracted to you- if you can believe it. Now, I’m over here, your voice bringing out thing I would never fucking say out loud. I’m pacing around, you’ve made a mess of me.”

It feels like only a short period of time goes by, but in actuality, Eddie and his mystery date get wrapped up in talking for over three hours. He talks to her about music, his favorite books, his Uncle Wayne… sharing more about himself to a total stranger than he’d ever volunteer to even his close friends. You swap childhood stories, commiserate over bullies, and before he knows it, he thinks you might know him better than anyone.

A timer buzzes and it’s time for Eddie to move on to his next first “date.” As the door opens and one of the technicians is ready to escort him to the next room. He desperately stares at the wall before he moves, hoping to hear the voice one more time.

“Please, if you’re still there,” he says standing up, “I want to talk with you again tomorrow.” He knocks on the wall, rings tapping. He receives a knock back, and he grins devilishly,

“It’s a date.”

The technician taps his shoulder and he nods, letting them lead him out to the next room. He wraps an arm around the mousy guy as he jots down something on his clipboard. “I have a date tomorrow,” Eddie beams, looking back at the blank wall like he’s looking back to get another glance at you.

Day Two:

You still tug anxiously at your shirt, making sure it’s not clinging to your belly. Even though none of your dates can see you, you can’t shake the self conscious feeling. Yesterday was draining, all of the dates you had fell so short after that first one. Nothing came as easy to you as that first one, and you’re hoping you’ll get to talk to him soon.

You take a sip of your water, and opt to move from the couch to the floor. You sit criss-crossed and stare at the wall in front of you. You really focus on your breathing and try to let yourself open up. You’re here because you’re hoping to find someone who likes you for you- but no matter what, you’re still incredibly anxious thinking about the big reveal. No matter how well the conversations go, you worry it will be null and void once they see you’re plus size.

“Please, please, please for the love of God that this is finally you?” you hear a familiar voice whine, and you can’t contain your smile. “Pretty girl, c’mon talk to me.”

“You don’t know what I look like,” you scoff, but still, you feel yourself still melting like putty.

“Fuck, finally,” mystery boy sighs, and you hear him collapse on the couch. You can only assume his set-up is the same as yours. “Baby, I have been dying to hear your voice again.”

“This experiment not working out for you?” you ask, sympathetically. You find it hard to believe he’s not chatting up everyone else and hitting on them the same way he does with you. It’s the only explanation. You can’t let yourself believe he genuinely feels differently towards you.

“No this sucks,” he says, and then you hear him blow a raspberry. You can’t help it but laugh in agreement. “I just want to talk to you.” He sounds so vulnerable, and you actually find yourself believing him.

“Again,” you retort, rolling your eyes, “You don’t really know anything about me.”

“I want to,” he sounds so sincere, and it makes your heart swell. “You are the least boring person here.”

“I’m touched,” you reply sarcastically, and you feel good hearing that you made him laugh.

“I wish I could take you out,” he says and he sounds closer, like he’s sitting up against the wall. “I’ve got like no fucking money,” he laughs.

“I hate going out,” you reassure him, “I want to just hangout with you.”

“No, no, no,” he says dramatically, “No safe zone. You deserve to go out and be shown off. I am not gonna lock you away from the world, I’m gonna show you off.”

“And how are you gonna do that?” You quip, letting yourself slip into a little bit of a fantasy. You let yourself feel wanted and feel desirable even if it’s contained to this room.

“Well, not to be like that guy,” he’s suddenly sounding a little shy and you find it very endearing. “But like, I’d want to bring you to one of my band’s shows. Like- don’t get me wrong, we play at like really shitty bars that take way too long to drive to. And we don’t even make back the money the gas costs to get there, but like, I really like it and um, that’s uh when I feel I’m at my best, and I’d want you to see that side of me.”

“So what does bringing girls to a show look like for you?” you ask nervously, feeling a little twinge of jealousy that he may have done this before with someone else.

“Sweetheart,” he chuckles, “if I was capable of getting girls out in the wild do you think I would’ve signed up for this?” You laugh a little. “Trust me,” he further explains, “This is not something I never imagined I could do before talking to you.”

“Okay, okay, I take it back,” you reply, and you're sure he can hear your smile through the wall. “Let me rephrase,” you say, taking a deep breath, “What does bringing me to a show look like?”

“Well,” he exhales, “I’d pick you up, in my really nice and not sketchy at all van that doesn’t make any questionable noises. I usually drive the guys too but honestly, fuck them, I want us to have time together. I don’t mind telling them to pound sand. And don’t feel bad for them, they’re also kind of assholes.”

You can’t help but giggle, noticing he tends to have that effect on you. He makes you nervous in a really good way, and you try hard to fight it, but you worry that it’s no use. As much as you find yourself really enjoying mystery boy’s company, you can’t help but let that fear creep in that all of this will go away if he ever sees you.

“But anyways,” he continues, “I’ll admit it, I’m a little bit of a show off. And I know if you were there watching me, I’d just like be putting my all into it. I would really try hard to impress you. I’d also want the pricks there to know you’re with me so no one bothers you, so as much as I know you’d hate it, I would point you out and tell the whole place you’re there with me.”

Your face is so warm, and you can’t hold back the cheesy smile that has expanded across your whole face. You can’t believe a guy would be genuinely that proud to have you there with him. You really do think that he’s being genuine, and it makes your heart soar.

“I’m really surprised you don’t have girls fawning over you, rockstar,” you smile, wanting to make him feel special too. Even if this crashes and burns, you can tell he’s a sweet guy. You can see that maybe he’ll let you down gently. You don’t know why your insecurities hold you down this much. You, more than anyone, get in the way of your own happiness. You’re determined to not let it affect you this deeply. You resolve to let yourself see how this goes, and to throw yourself into it- willing to get hurt.

“Trust me,” he scoffs, “I am not what you’re thinking I am. I’m not like that guy, I’m more awkward than anything. I think girls are more interested in the football star guys, the future suits, you know? Guys with a haircut and go to college- They don’t want to waste their time with a going nowhere punk.”

“I really don’t think that’s true,” you speculate, “There’s no one with a poster of Jack Welch on their wall- but every girl I know has a picture of Eddie VanHalen.”

“Is there like a peephole in here or something?” He says jokingly, knocking on the wall, like he’s looking for one. “Or are you just a psychic or something?”

“What are you even talking about?” You chuckle, raising an eyebrow, confused. You shake your head, but before you can’t get clarification, the buzzer sounds, marking the end of your time with him for today.

“NOOO,” you hear him dramatically exhale. A muffled voice, your assuming is one of the lab techs must be exhausted.

You press your hand to the wall, as your form of an intimate goodbye as the technician holds the door open for you. You get up from your spot and head out, excited to come back tomorrow for another round of dates.

Leaving Hawkins Lab, each test subject needs to stagger there exits as to not risk accidentally seeing the other candidates. You are in a small waiting room, doing your daily exit interview with one of the neuroscientists.

***

Under the agreement you signed when you volunteered for the experiment, you are not permitted to go to any locations where people socialize and congregate. You’re not permitted to go anywhere where you may accidentally see or meet one of the other subjects. You are required to only go out on necessary errands such as grocery shopping or appointments.

On the drive back to your apartment, your mind keeps overplaying the worst case scenarios your anxiety keeps conjuring. You know the whole point of the experiment is to see if love, or whatever trumps physical attraction. If hypothetically, someone does fall in love with you- your appearance shouldn’t be a factor. However, it’s not wrong for you to want your partner to be attracted to you. And you acknowledge physical attraction is a thing and if you aren’t someone’s type that isn’t bad either. Your past experiences and unresolved childhood traumas surrounding your appearance and self-esteem, makes it difficult to allow yourself to see that you are actually desirable.

Although unknown to you, a lot of people in this experiment feel the exact same way. Not fitting into the box society wants to slot them in has made dating incredibly difficult for many. There’s a comfort knowing everyone there supposedly wants the same thing as you, just to be loved. You weren’t sure going in that you would even make connections with anyone. At first, it felt like low stakes- worst case scenario you walk away no better off than before. But, you didn’t anticipate actually hitting it off with someone like you have, and it’s opened a whole new set of fears.

***

At his trailer, Eddie just stares up at the vent in the ceiling above his bed. He blows out another puff of smoke and watches as it swirls and wafts up into the air around him. His thoughts are consumed entirely with you. He watches how the smoke from his blunt mixes with the smoke of his burning incense and his mind drifts, just completely fixated on how the minutes on the clock tick by until he can talk to you again.

He wonders if you’re thinking about him, the same way he’s thinking about you. He wonders if you’re trying to picture what he looks like the same way he’s making guesses about you. He thinks about if you smoke, and he imagines what it’d be like if he was sharing this with you. Thinking about what it would look like, your lips around the joint, blowing out smoke from what he imagines is just a sexy mouth. He can’t help but close his eyes and let a little frustrated groan escape at the thought.

He can’t picture the entirety of you, but more so he can imagine just your presence in his room. He imagines the feeling of someone laying beside him, smooth skin he can run his hands across, the warmth radiating off of another body in his bed. He has your voice in his head, wishing you were talking to him now.

With his eyes closed, joint put aside on his ashtray, he imagines it’s your hands tugging down his jeans, and it’s your hand wrapping around his hard cock that’s staining the band of his boxers now. He thinks about your laugh, and that adorable giggle of yours, and how much he can bask in the fact that it’s him who elicits those reactions from you. He thinks about the sweet voice, the flirty fluctuations of your tone when you warmed up to him. He imagines you using that same voice to tease him if you were here, seeing just how much of a mess you’ve made of him.

He’s never been able to get off without some kind of visual aid, so to speak, before. Now, he’s practically whimpering just thinking about the sound of your voice and thinking about your hands on him. He thinks about the feeling of your hands working his length up and down. He imagines how playful it would be, rolling around on this bed with you as the layers you're both wearing come off. He doesn’t even need to try to think about what you look like to feel aroused by you. He doesn’t even care in the slightest at this moment.

He’s so needy, twitching as he feels himself get closer, and he thinks about what you would be whispering in his ear to get him to finish. He imagines the praise, and the way you would be begging for his cum. He realizes he doesn’t even know your name, as he’s hit with the urge to call it out.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” he moans instead, working himself up to his release. He keeps moaning out his little nickname for you until he’s made a mess of his shirt and he’s gasping to catch his breath as his orgasm extracted all the energy from his body.

Tomorrow, he resolves, he needs to learn your name.

PART TWO

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bloodandtime · 1 year

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roommate!eddie pt 2

okay, finally posting part two to this. thanks for your patience on this!! been depressed busy lol also once again if this is bad i simply don’t want to know

cw: 18+ mdni, noncon voyuerism again (it’s still wanted, just not explicitly stated), (m&f) masturbation, wet dreams, accidental boners, eddie’s exasperated, drug usage briefly mentioned (it’s just weed), fem!reader, chubby/plus size reader implied!! um i fink that’s it. let me know if i missed anything. oh this is all in lowercase cause i suck lol this is also not really edited so godspeed to you all

nothing drastically changed after the first incident. eddie had been more skittish than usual, which is saying something as he is a jumpy little thing to begin with.

he felt guilty for getting off to you getting off and he couldn’t very well tell you that, (well he could, but he doesn’t know he could). eddie could barely look you in the eye the first few days after, avoiding you at every turn. you thought he actually might implode when you ran into him in only a towel.

he was out when you got in the shower so you didn’t bother with clothes. while there had been no ulterior motives that time, that’s not to say you didn’t start to tease eddie.

you’d been holding off on jumping his bones because you had wanted to be sure he wanted you. sure, you’d heard him get off at the same time as you but maybe it was a coincidence.

so when he finally started acting normal about two weeks later you decided to test the waters.

you started off small. wearing a big shirt and no pants one evening.

“everything okay?” you asked while floating around the kitchen, making dinner. eddie was frozen in the doorway, just getting home from work.

you avoid his gaze, butterflies swarming in your stomach, heat in your cheeks. you know you’re right, you know he wants you but that doesn’t fix your insecurities.

while moving back to the stove you catch eddie shaking his head, as if to wake himself up. his voice soon follows, albeit strained.

“yeah, sweetheart. i’m good.” eddie, was in fact, not good, “whatever you’re making smells great, i’ll be right back.”

he zooms away so fast you’re surprised you don’t see a smoke outline of him in his wake.

well, that was either a really great reaction or a terrible one continuing on with dinner, you don’t see eddie again the rest of the night.

(he’s jerking off, but you don’t know that)

a couple days pass and he hears you get off again. he hasn’t heard you since that first night. He doesn’t know if you haven’t gotten off at all (unlikely) or if maybe it was just a one off thing that he heard you. maybe you usually wait till he’s not home, but he hears you tonight and you’re not exactly quiet about it.

he’s in bed, sat up against your shared wall, hand palming his cock through his boxers as he listens. through the wall you’re moaning so loud your voice rings crystal clear in his ears. he thinks about what you look like when you’re cumming, a sheen to your skin, chest heaving, a slick mess at the apex of your thighs.

he imagines his cum dripping down your thighs and groans. that image of you is all the motivation he needs to shove his boxers down his thighs and start jerking off. he’s not kind about it, trying to get off at the same time as you. spitting into his hand, he starts a brutal pace, his other hand reaching down to massage his balls.

as he jerks his cock, he thinks about you on top, the way you’d look holding down his wrists, using him as leverage to grind into him. your tits in his face, the feel of your tummy pressing into him as you lean down to kiss him. he whimpers, feeling himself teetering on the edge.

a high pitched whine reaches his ears from your room and that’s all he needs to fall over, cumming all over his hands and stomach, he works himself through it until he’s whimpering. what he doesn’t know is that you’ve heard him again too. leaning against your shared wall listening to him work his cock.

you both sit there, in your respective rooms, out of breath and yearning for one another.

days pass and eddie’s not as openly weird about it this time. he is able to look you in the eye and hold a conversation, which you think means some sort of weird progress.

it’s finally your day off, and all you have planned to do is absolutely nothing. binging whatever show and lounging on the couch.

to be fair, eddie wasn’t home again so you weren’t originally trying to tempt him, but you did improvise. he comes home to find you asleep on the couch and he thinks he may just actually die.

you’re passed out on your stomach, one leg hitched up, face squished against the pillow while snoring softly. you’re only wearing a shirt and panties. your shirt rests above the curve of your ass, the soft cotton of your panties on display.

he comically bites his fist to avoid groaning as he makes his way over to you quiet as eddie can be, to try and rouse you kindly.

eddie crouches down, knees to chest, his fingertips a breath away from your shoulder when you moan.

he’s immediately frozen again.

this cannot be happening, you cannot be having a wet dream.

your hips start to move as you let out a breathy sigh, grinding down trying to find friction.

eddie leans his head to his knees and softly sighs, trying so hard to move himself away. leave the room and do the right thing and go.

but he can’t, not when you look like this, not when you sound like this. so pretty and soft and sweet. so he lifts his head, watches and listens.

his eyes rake up your body. your doughy thighs on display, and if he moves leans his head just so he sees the bump of your cunt. a gasp escapes him.

you’re soaked, folds stuck to the fabric. he stares too long, burning the image in his mind. forcing his eyes away, he follows the curves of your body, takes in every inch of flesh exposed by your rucked up shirt. when his gaze follows the slope of your shoulder to your face he inhales sharply.

your eyes are open, you’ve been watching him watch you.

“eddie,” teasing, voice sticky with sleep “what are you doing?”

he looks down, avoiding your gaze, brain racing to find an excuse. he doesn’t think sorry! was watching you have a wet dream will cut it.

“was just coming over here to wake you up, cause i didn’t want your neck to hurt after sleeping on the couch.” he says all in one breath, nails tapping a rhythm onto the coffee table absentmindedly. his eyes bounce around the room, avoiding.

you roll over and sit up, legs stretching out in front of you. eddie sits on the ground, between the couch and the coffee table where he still taps a rhythm, facing you.

“that’s sweet eddie, thank you.” you say, genuinely, smiling. he is kind, even though he’s telling a half truth.

his eyes flicker back to you at your thanks, the rhythm stops. he follows the curves of your form to your face, once again.

stopping at your thighs squeezing together, to where your belly peaks out from your shirt, soft and plush, to where your tits rest naturally because eddie can’t catch a fucking break.

“so, how was work?” you ask. closing your eyes as you lay back down and stretch out, you softly moan. eddie feels his cock jump, he makes himself turn away.

“oh you know,” he’s can’t look at you, he’s breathless, “same shit, different day.”

you open your eyes and nudge his shoulder with your knee, his band tee soft against your skin.

“oh come on, eddie” you tease, “i know you have more to say than that.”

he can’t help but laugh, meeting your gaze he flushes.

“i get it. i talk too much.” sighing dramatically as if you’ve fatally wounded him, “i’m sooooo sorry,” he’s all sarcasm.

as he’s talking you lean up, scooting so you’re sitting with your back against the arm of the couch. you let your right leg fall to the floor, your clothed cunt now in eddie’s direct line of sight. he stares, not breathing.

you nudge him with your foot, playing dumb.”really? nothing else? no shitty customers? nothing about your annoying coworkers?”

eddie scrambles to his feet, hands in front of his crotch, red in the face. “oh that reminds me! i offered to let my coworker borrow a book,” eddie stumbles as he walks backwards to the hall, squawking, he continues, “he closes tonight so i’ll just swing by now.”

he’s speaking louder now, almost to his room. “i might actually stop by the store too!” there’s shuffling, a loud crash and several fucks! sworn by the time he finally comes back into the living room, book in tow.

you’ve now pulled a blanket over you, dejected. turning your show back on, you wait for eddie to leave before you move to hide in your room.

he doesn’t notice the anxious look on your face, so focused on getting out of there before i burst in my pants!

eddie flies to the door, and tells you to text him if you need anything while he’s out. the door’s not even shut by the time you’re off of the couch, sulking back to your room.

eddie sits in his (newer) van to calm down before he leaves, unable to get the image of you out of his head. crushing on his new roommate was not in his plans.

he’s definitely convinced you’re flirting with him though so it’s not one sided, he hopes. he wonders if he should test the waters, see if you actually want him.

what if you didn’t know your pussy was right in his face? he knows how ridiculous that sounds.

he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, been the butt of a prank too many times that he catches himself mistrusing his intuition.

although he’s grown, he can’t always shake his insecurities, but he wants to put himself out there. for you. his mind continues to race as he drives back to work.

you, on the other hand, were wallowing in bed. you felt like you were being pretty forward. your pussy was in his face for christ’s sake! while the rejection hurts, you’re worried. maybe you came on too strong? he seems interested in you, he certainly couldn’t take his eyes away from you.

smoking a joint and taking a bath to relax, you plot your next big move. deciding that if he doesn’t make a move this time. you’ll drop it.

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Eddie’s Ted Talks

Pairing: Eddie “The Freak” Munson x Plus!size!reader Characters: Eddie “The Freak” Munson, Plus!size!reader, Robin Buckley, Steve “The Hair” Harrington

Briefly mentioned: Keith, Jason Carver, Dustin Henderson Warnings: Eddie being a goddamn sweetheart, reader having bad thoughts about oneself, Jason being a dick ofc, Keith is weird pass it on, Hawkins rebuilt the video store, Steve and Robin are forever coworkers!!! Word Count: 2,574

*So, I've been really really depressed lately. I'm a little on the chubby side and it gets me down even worse. I really hate how I look I'd like an Eddie fanfic where the reader is feeling how I feel, and Eddie finds this out and is like "UM EXCUSE ME NO" and goes on this huge tangent about how amazing the reader is, how beautiful they are and then he accidentally confesses his feelings to the reader. That would just be MMMMM yes please 😩

Requested by @bubblegumfanfics

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You sigh, flopping back onto your bed, ignoring everybody’s calls.

So, maybe you should have told someone you were going home and not in the mood to talk because you feel like absolute shit- correction, you’re depressed because you’re a curvy girl who gets bullied because of this “flaw”.

Sometimes you wish you had powers like your d n d character, to take down your main bully, jock Jason aka douche.

Today wasn’t a good day for you, at all. It also didn’t help that Eddie was being exceptionally… Eddie.

Sure, he’s touchy, always wanting to give you a hug and playing with your hair but him latching onto you and pretending to not want to share you with anyone else, fed into what douche had implanted into your head earlier this morning, leaving you with the only option of completely ditching your friends.

Part of you feels bad for not talking to anyone prior to you leaving, especially your girl Robin. She always knows how to help you through one of these moments.

Today though, today she couldn’t and not because she doesn’t want to but rather, she and Dustin had to keep Eddie from trying to murder Jason while Steve was trying to be the “only” responsible one and talk with the kid since they “have more in common than anyone else in the group” … it didn’t help.

Robin’s head drops on the counter of the cash register at her latest job, the newly rebuilt video store since the last one “mysteriously” burned down even though everyone knows it was Keith who was trying to do some kinky stuff and freaked out. “Eddie,” she raises her head, “would it kill you to shut up?”

“Yes.” He turns to her. “It would, right after I explode and turn into confetti because you two” he points to Steve and Robin. “Want me to confess to the most beautiful girl there is in Hawkins.” He glances over at the female, “no offense.”

She narrows her eyes to him, none taken. I mean, you’re not wrong.”

“I never said I was.”

It takes him a moment to process what she said. “What does that mean?”

Robin pauses, no longer able to restock the shelves, “no-nothing. I was just- I’m her friend, you know. It’d be wrong of me, as her friend, to not acknowledge that she’s pretty because she is, and I can see why you like her so much.”

Steve watches all of this going down with his hand over his mouth, barely able to keep his chuckles to himself. "What are you laughing at Harrington?"

"You mean, other than the fact that you can't talk to the one girl you've managed to not get to hate you, nothing."

"Don't make me give you a haircut when you're sleeping." All and any humor Steve had, immediately disappeared. "That's not funny, Eddie."

"I'm not trying to be funny," the metal head gives his friend a sarcastic smile.

"God, I still don't know how she finds you attractive."

That comment automatically draws the metal heads' attention onto him. "I'm sorry what? Who finds what attractive now?"

"I'm so dead," the ex-party king whines as his head drops onto the counter.

“Yeah, you are dingus.”

His head snaps up. “You’re not helping Robin.”

She smirks, shrugging her shoulders without caring about his upset tone. “I know. That’s why it’s funny.”

He narrows his eyes at her, silently plotting how to get her back... maybe he can tell Vicky to prank her or something. All he knows is that whatever future Steve plans is gonna take a lot of thinking... he can already hear the sarcastic jabs coming from Robin in his head.

Eddie’s brain is overloaded right now, he has absolutely no idea what to think and doesn’t know if he’s gonna be able to function when he sees you.

But that’s not stopping his body from moving and heading straight for the door.

"Anyway, I'm going to sleep now. Alone. Away from you two." He spins around and runs out the door. “Nobody follow me.”

“Out of the two of us, who do you think she’s going to want to kill first?”

“Robin!”

“You can’t tell me, I’m wrong when you’ve been thinking the same thing I have.”

“Me,” he whines.

“Good, so we’re on the same page,” she pats his shoulder. “I’ll write you a heartfelt eulogy.”

He paces back and forth along your poorly lit porch. He needs to keep himself busy while he thinks of the right words to say.

You open the door with your heavy bag of trash, grumbling under your breath about how you constantly remind your parents not to stuff the bag until they can’t no more because you are just one person (one non-muscley person) and do they listen, no.

You look up and let out a frightened scream, which Eddie also makes. You place a hand over your heart and lean against the wall. “What the hell are you doing here- hey, the light’s fixed.”

He (shamelessly) checks you out, now that he knows the truth, he’s going to be as obvious as he can now about his feelings.

You know, until he can find the proper words to tell you he likes you.

“Yeah, I- uh,” he scratches his head. “I just fixed it. You shouldn’t be walking around in the dark. Aren’t your parents concerned about your dates bringing you home when it’s this dark?”

You shake your head and start to reach for the trash bag when Eddie “snatches” it from you. “Ed, it’s heavy. Just let me do this so I can go back to my bed.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I got this.” He carries it with ease. “You forget, babe. I’m the one who has to load the van with our band equipment.”

You didn’t pay attention to the sweet nickname since he always calls you sweetheart, maybe today he just wanted to change things. You lift the lid of the garbage bin.

He makes a show of wanting you to walk in front of him.

You roll your eyes (not wanting to hear him whine about you not participating).

“Okay, thank you for walking me to my front door. You can go home now.” You try to close the door, but he stops you. “Eddie-”

“I just got some information that I’m still trying to figure out right now, but I can’t and I- I needed to see you before I got in my head.”

“Oh.” You open the door wider for him before closing it and locking it. “Are you okay, Ed? I’ve never seen you like this unless it’s about what you should do at the next d n d meet.”

"Uh- yeah. Yeah. They're fine."

“I was asking if you’re fine, not the kids. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” You place the back of your hand on his forehead.

He melts on the spot, staring into your... pretty... gorgeous... magical eyes. “Do you like me?”

You pause, eyes trailing down to meet his. “What?” You screech, unable to figure where this thought came from.

Eddie has not been able to figure out that you like him back (yes, you know he likes you but, there are a few things that get you to stop when you want to confess to his adorable ass).

“Do you like me? I mean, I’ve dreamed about this before and every time I do, you wind up telling me no and then it fades to black and I wake up so if you do end up telling me now, I’m hoping it’ll fade to black so I can wake up from this nightmare I call a confession.”

You take a step back. ‘I can’t do this right now. I need to go upstairs and hide in my bed.’ You walk away from him and walk upstairs to your room, burrowing into your sheets.

Eddie furrows his brows and follows you, not sure where this is going (after he shakes off the idea of you trying to seduce him). “Now, I’m the one who’s going to ask. Are you feeling, okay?” He sits on the corner of your bed. “What happened back there?”

“Nothing. You can go home now.”

“Hey, hey.” He walks around to the other side, realizing that you’re facing the window in your room instead of your closet. He squats down in front of you, slowly pushing the sheets back to see your beautiful face. “Are you okay?”

You nod as tears drip down to the side of your face.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He has an idea about what could be going on with you, he remembers when he and Steve were left alone to hangout after Robin had to leave to help you because of “girl things” and then Steve kindly explained things in a nice way for him to understand.

“Nothing, you should just go home.”

“You know,” he kindly ignores your pleas knowing he can help you understand a couple of things. “I think I’ve been patient and I need an answer before it fades to black, and I wake up.”

You lift your damp and tear-stricken lashes to stare at his adorable smiling self. “Ed, I’m not... it wouldn’t work.”

“Why not, sweetheart?”

“I’m just- I’m so and you’re so.”

“Which means we can be so so together.”

“No,” you whine, burrowing deeper into your sheets. "You don't get it." You throw the sheets back, so he can see your face. "I mean, why would you? You're so hot and I'm not. It wouldn't work, the not hot fatty and the absolutely hot future d n d rocker. It doesn't make sense."

There's a moment of silence as Eddie's brain tries to catch up with what you said.

"Did you call me hot?"

"What?"

"You called me hot." The smile falls from his face, "but why didn't you call yourself that?"

"Eddie."

"No, no. Don't you even try to fight me on this because you are. I mean, you have no idea how many times everyone has had to wipe my face dry because of how much I drool over you. You are- I mean you're- you're a ray of sunshine I need to keep me going and you're hugs. God- your hugs. I mean, don't get me wrong I love everything else about you, but your hugs are out of this world, babe."

You don't say anything and let him continue. He scratches his head and stares at the ground.

"It's crazy how you don't notice you're drawing everyone's attention onto you. I've had detention because some guy was staring at your perfectly round ass."

"What?" You push yourself up, letting your head rest against your shoulder so your cheek is squished as you watch him.

"Yeah, I mean, that's why I wasn't able to get you a couple of times. I still feel bad about that, by the way. But I mean," he turns his head back to face you. "I consider myself lucky because I got to make it up to you and hangout without the others."

He stretches his hand to brush away the hair that covers your warm cheek, which becomes worse as he brushes his thumb against it. "You're so pretty, sweetheart. I hope you know that."

You pull away and frown.

"No, no, no. Don't pull away from me." He crawls up onto the bed, lying beside you. "Why don't you think we'd be great together?"

"It's not that we wouldn't be great together, I just- I'm not the one for you."

"You keep talking about your weight, why?"

"Because that's all anyone ever talks about at school when they see me. Douche keeps hounding me because of it! And I just want it to stop, you know," you cover your mouth, taking a deep shaky breath as you try to calm down.

A gentle hand removes your hand. "Hey, hey," he coos at you. "Can you open your eyes for me?"

You shake your head.

"It'd be beneficial for you... I think you're rubbing off on me, babe. I just used a big word. I don't even think I've used that in an essay."

You chuckle along with him, opening your eyes to see him staring at you with the same soft smile you have stretching the corners of your lips.

“If I ask you out, will you reject me?”

“Are you going mean it?”

He grabs your hand and places it over his heart. “I wouldn’t be this nervous if I didn’t mean it.”

“But-”

“But nothing. I like you and you like me, right?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“No, no. I want to hear it from you. Use your words.”

You cup his cheek, staring into his eyes before pulling him down to kiss him. “I like you... a lot,” you mumble against his lips.

“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.” He flops onto his back beside you. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“You know this means you’re my girlfriend, right?”

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound right.”

“This whole confession thing implied that you’re my girl. I’m not letting you go.”

You scoff and shove him, accidentally pushing him off the bed. “I still don’t buy it.”

He crawls back onto the bed, coming closer to you.

You try to move and stop when he crawls over you, laying his head on your chest, resting on your heart.

“I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

“You just wanted an excuse to lay on me.”

“No, this is cuddling. It’s what couples do.”

“Whatever,” you tell him as you scratch his head.

He lifts his head, "will you be my girlfriend?"

You nod. “Yes, you dork."

"Good." He leans up, moving up your body. "And since we're officially going out. It's my duty as your boyfriend to make my very hot," he pecks your left cheek.

"And sexy," he kisses your other cheek. "And smart, no, I mean brilliant," he pecks your forehead.

"Absolutely amazing and adorable girlfriend feel better whenever she's feeling down so whenever you're feeling the way you did today, you tell me so I can do something because I don't want to hear that you don't feel confident or hot or beautiful because you are. Believe me you are."

He seals his self-made promise to you with a kiss. "Now, I'm gonna take a nap because this confession thing was very tiring, and I require more head scratches."

You roll your eyes at his joke. "Can you at least put some music on or turn the TV on? Otherwise, I'm gonna take a nap."

"I'll put on music but at a low volume so we can nap together. Aw."

"What?" You ask as you adjust your bed so you can get comfy.

"This is our first thing we're doing as a couple."

"Oh boy," you mutter. "I regret everything that's happened in the last ten minutes."

He takes his shoes and jacket off before bouncing on your bed. "No, you don't."

"I guess you're right."

"I'm glad we can agree on something, sweetheart." He returns to his rightful place and wraps his arms around your torso.

"Aw man."

He lifts his head, staring at you. "What?"

"I have to pee."

"And as soon as I got comfortable."

"Eddie move or I'll pee."

"Fine, fine."

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miss-celestial-being · 6 months

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Drift Away

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: eddie munson x fem/gn!reader

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: a stranger dms you about the love of your life

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of suicide, heavy mentions of death, mentions of cutting, depressed!eddie, reader thinks its their fault

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 919 (basically a blurb)

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: please please please read the warnings. based on this instagram reel.

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Laughter rings throughout the house. Love fills your heart as you watch your little girls play with their dolls--likely plotting the end of the world together. You take a sip from your mug as your phone lights up.

Instagram Notification

You hold up your phone in front of your face to unlock it, frowning at the direct message request.

hello are you y/n y/l/n that lives in the town hawkins?

You quickly send back a message.

Hello Could I ask why?

They reply within seconds.

do you know someone called eddie munson?

The name nearly makes your breath hitch.

Yes. He was an old friend of mine. I'm talking ages ago.

Not technically a lie, you think to yourself.

i found a mixtape made by him and i would like to share it with you

You look up at the girls and smile sadly, imagining what could've been as you type out your response.

That would be great!Eddie was my High School lover. I haven't heard that name in years!

i will send the mixtape now

The three dots pop up again, then fall, and then, after another several minutes, they send an audio message. You look again at those girls, who look so much like Eddie you'd think he was their father. You look down at the dimmed screen in your hand and only now realize how long you were staring dazedly at your daughters. You tap the screen before it goes completely dark and stand up, walk to the comfort of your bedroom, and close the door.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, putting in your earbuds before you press play. You listen to the calming melody, so far from what you remember Eddie's music to sound like that you almost think the person who messaged you was pulling your leg. However, as the lyrics start, and you hear that gravelly voice of the man you never stopped loving, you feel a sense of gratitude to the stranger for letting you hear this after all these years.

"I think of you all the time, now that you're gone." He sings, and a lump begins to form in your throat, your vision suddenly going blurry. You think back to all the memories you made with the love of your life, think of the happy and the sad, the bitter and the sweet, and everything in between. With Eddie, there was no bad. not even during arguments.

"I've been doin' all kinds of drugs to get you out of my mind." a silent tear falls and you cover your mouth to hide in your sobs. You remember this. You remember all the pain he was going through, all while playing it off so you wouldn't see just how much he was hurting. You remember the final fight you had, the one that ended it all. You remember the way he cut you off from his life after you got mad at him for keeping it all bottled up. You know you shouldn't have, that you should've been more understanding, you know it then too, but you were fed up. You were done seeing him hurt, not only from the pains life put him through but from his own pocket knife and the substances he put in his body.

“'Cause I noticed you don't like me no more and it breaks my heart." You want to go back in time; to tell him he's wrong, that you love him with all your heart and just want to see him get better. But you know that you can't, that it's too late, that you'll never be able to hold him again.

"So I'll just drift away and disappear for a while." At that you finally fall to the floor, your body shaking in time with your cries of pain and grief. You can hear the door open and three sets of feet walking into the room. You can feel the large arms that hold you every night wrap around your wilting frame, the smaller ones cuddling into your sides. But none of this does anything to mend the shattered, trapped heart; none of this brings Eddie back.

An hour passes before you notice the mixtape stopped playing that beautiful, sad voice; before you notice the last message the stranger sent.

do you know how i could contact him? i thought i would share it with him as well

Your fingers tremble, tears filling your eyes again.

I'm sorry but Eddie passed away over a decade ago now. He struggled with his mental health severely.

You close your eyes the moment you press send, letting your phone slip from your hands as you let your tears flow. Eddie's smile flashes through your mind; his laugh plays in your ears; you can almost feel the long, messy curls that draped over his face; you can nearly smell the cologne that he only bothered to put on when you came over; you can taste the salty kisses you shared after you caught him in the bathroom with his knife.

You hate yourself every day for letting him shut you out. You want to scream at the world for taking him from you. You're mad at yourself for not being happy with your current life; for not loving your husband completely; for letting your heart belong to the ghost of your past that still haunts you inside. But most of all, you hate that this was all your fault.

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pollenallergie · 2 years

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18+ only!!

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

part of the reason eddie can’t keep his hands off you is because he’s so fucking cold all the time <3

seriously, the man cannot retain warmth very well <3

but you can (for the most part). you beautiful deity, you <3

and eddie loves to luxuriate in the warmth that your soft, pliant body offers <3

he likes to keep his hands between your plump thighs to keep them warm <3

he loves being the little spoon because then he gets to be surrounded, fully enveloped by your warmth <3

eddie gets especially cold this time of year. the northern midwest tends to get quite chilly in october and the frosty winds nip at him relentlessly; makes him shiver and his teeth clatter. so he drives over to your place in the hopes that you’ll pamper him a little bit. and, of course, you totally do. <3

the two of you take a nice, warm bath together that maybe leads to some other activities that aren’t quite so… relaxed <3

he likes when you make hot chocolate too. when you do, he normally drinks enough to make him sick, so you have to spend the rest of the night gently rubbing his distended belly with your warm hands. in those moments he’s in absolute heaven <3

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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years

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Vecna's Lair

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 1.6k

Summary: Eddie takes you on a nighttime adventure through the woods to show you his latest discovery. Little does he know that you've been here before, and it left you with less-than stellar memories.

A/n: OOPS guess who can't get this guy out of their head??? This is my first submission for the lovely @nexusnyx 's Night Sky Challenge! Congratulations on one year and 7k Nyx! Can't wait to see how you wow us over the next 365 days with your amazing writing :) I chose the following prompt:

The night your lips touched mine for the first time. ["Wait. Come back here. Do that again.] (I played around with the dialogue portion of the prompt but you'll know it when you see it...hopefully lol)

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You were in the woods.

Eddie had called you Friday after school, asking if he could pick you up ASAP.

“Found the SICKEST thing in the woods yesterday! We gotta go check it out!”

Now here you were, flashlight in hand as darkness crept over the wooded area, trying to keep up with your best friend/eternal secret crush as he wove a path through the trees, buzzing with excitement. You tried to keep close as you blindly trudged ahead.

“I know a DM is never supposed to share their secrets with a party member,” he said, climbing up a large rock. Just as you were about to begin your ascent, his hand reached out to pull you up with him, a small smile on his face. “But I need you to see the inspiration behind what I have planned next because it’s too good not to.”

You snorted, taking his hand and silently praying that you weren’t too heavy for him to lift. A rush of relief ran through you when you made it to the top of the rock without any noticeable struggle from him. “Why didn’t you invite the rest of the club to see it then?”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. “No way. I mean, your sorcerer would definitely have this as part of their backstory. Like, obviously we can talk about it more but I have so many plans for this, Y/n. You’re going to flip.” His smile turned sheepish. “Besides, you’re really the only one I want to share this with.”

Butterflies swarmed your stomach, and all you could do in response was scrunch your nose with a smile. His eyebrows wiggled and he led you on, hand still in yours.

It was a normal thing for the two of you to be so affectionate. You knew Eddie loved hugs since he never really received them from his parents. He also seemed to enjoy it when you rested your heads on each other’s shoulders during movie nights, held hands as you walked or while one of you cried when life became too much.

Things came so naturally for you and Eddie, like there was nothing for you to hold back minus the whole being in love with your best friend for years of course that didn’t count because it would ruin everything…

“Tadaaaa!” he exclaimed, letting go of your hand so he could step out ahead of you, arm held out to point his flashlight at his “great find.”

You groaned, and his brows knit together in confusion.

“What?” he asked.

“Skull Rock, Ed?” you crossed your arms, butterflies quickly replaced with dread.

“Okay, I guess that’s what you could call it. I was thinking something more like Vecna’s Lair or Tomb of the Raven Queen-”

“Eddie,” you cut off, looking at him as if waiting for him to quit the joke. When his expression remained confused, your eyes narrowed. “Do you really not know about this place?”

He shook his head, growing more and more visibly disappointed and you sighed, walking over to him.

You pointed your light up at the stone. “This place is Skull Rock. Harrington discovered it a few years back. It’s like, the number one hookup spot in Hawkins.”

Eddie pinched his face in disgust. “What? You mean this awesome landmark created by the dark powers that be is a place for horny teenagers to hang out?”

You shrugged. “Sorry bud.”

This time it was his turn to groan, hand running through his hair.

“I hate high school” he muttered.

Your hand rested on his shoulder in comfort. “Listen, I love the Hellfire Club squad, but I’m pretty sure none of them know about this place. You can still have Vecna’s Lair and they’ll think it’s cool as hell.”

He pouted for only a moment before tilting his head to the side, staring at you inquisitively, filling you with even more dread. His light pointed toward you accusingly and you closed your eyes from its brightness.

“Wait….how do you know about this place?” he asked, taking a few steps back, light now pivoting between you and the rock. “Have you been here before?”

Your face heated as you looked to the ground. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No freaking way!” he laughed out, voice going a bit more high pitched than usual. “With who??”

“Eddie, please..”

“No, no,” he jumped back over to you, hands on your shoulders, waiting until your eyes met his nearly black irises. “We tell each other everything, Y/n. You have to tell me this story.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “I don’t wanna.”

Concern flashed over his face. “How come?” His tone became sharper. “Did something happen to you here?”

You caught a flicker of rage in his eyes and shook your head again. “No, no, it’s not like that. It’s just…ugh.” Running a hand over your face you let out a pained whine. “I went here with Keith last year.”

Gears almost visibly shifted in Eddie’s mind as he tried to think of who you were talking about before they widened. “Wait, the guy from the arcade?”

“And the video store,” you added with a grimace.

Something flashed through Eddie’s features that you couldn’t quite make out. “You, you went here with Keith? To the…the hookup spot?”

“Yes and it was the worst moment of my life.”

“Why? Did he hurt you?” Another switch to anger and one of Eddie’s hands tightened around your shoulder in distress.

“He didn’t hurt me like that. More like wounded my pride.”

“Y/n, you have to tell me what happened before I lose my mind,” he said, forcing a closed-mouth smile in fake reassurance.

You sighed. “He asked me out for pizza and then invited me here. Next thing I know we’re kissing and then he shortly after took me home. That was it.”

Eddie stared into your eyes, reading through your bullshit like he always did. “There’s more.”

Your eyes burned as you stared down at the ground. “Hesaidiwasabadkisser,” you mumbled incoherently.

“What?”

“He said I was a bad kisser!” Your hands flew up in the air in defeat. “So that’s that, then! The one guy who has ever shown any interest in me says I’m a bad kisser! And now I kind of hate this place because it reminds me of that!”

Eddie stared at you for a few moments, eyes boring into yours as you met his gaze, mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say.

Then, he laughed.

An eruption of giggles escaped him as he stepped away, walking toward the giant rock and resting a hand on the hard surface, bent down as if his body were about to give out from how aggressive his laughing was.

It was super fucking annoying.

“Okay, cool,” you said, fighting back tears. “Glad you can find this traumatic moment in my life so fucking funny, Ed.”

He turned to you, smile dropping as he saw how visibly upset you were and ran back over. “No, it’s not that, Y/n. I’m not making fun of you at all, I swear!”

“Sure sounds like you are,” you mumbled.

A hand grabbed yours, thumb stroking your skin.

“I’m laughing because of how much of a fucking idiot this Keith guy is.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright, I don’t think-”

“No, listen. There is absolutely no way someone as perfect and amazing and gorgeous as you could be a bad kisser.”

“Eddie, please, you don’t have to-”

Suddenly, a flashlight was falling to the ground as his hands cupped your face, and he was pulling your face until it was less than an inch from his.

A sharp intake of breath was all you could muster as your wide eyes stared into his.

“Let me put that ridiculous claim to rest once and for all, okay? And that dumb thing about there only being one person to ever be remotely into you.”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist. “You don’t have to do this to prove a point, Ed.”

He gave you a small, nervous smile, and rubbed his nose against yours and you let out a small gasp.

“Okay then. What if I just kinda want to kiss you?”

There were both a million and zero thoughts running through your mind, all of them racing toward the same conclusion.

“Only if you want to-”

His lips were on yours instantly. Soft, tentative, tasting slightly of oranges,

There definitely were no thoughts in your mind as Eddie kissed you. You were completely consumed by him.

He pulled away after a few seconds, eyelids heavy and a dreamy smile on his face, and you imagined you looked about the same.

“Let me guess,” you whispered, “You hated that just as much as I did.”

Eddie only giggled, and you nearly melted at the sound of it. “Wait,” he said, pulling closer. “I need to try at least one more time just to make sure.”

His lips pressed against your smile, which faded away as the intensity of the kiss came full force. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support as you completely lost yourself in Eddie, the two of you finally going down the dark and scary path you had both been too nervous to for years.

Yet here you were, finally, completely on the same page.

And just like that, Skull Rock had become your new favorite place.

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thornsnvultures · 10 months

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laundry day

eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader

summary: eddie catches you reading something saucy at the laundromat while you wait for your load to finish.

cw: smut (18+, no minors), mutual pining, nipple play, fingering, lil bit of edging, teasing/cocky!eddie (in like a playful way, he's not mean)

a/n: thanks to @ozarkthedog for being super encouraging as always ❤

Just imagining running into Eddie at the laundromat. It's hot outside, a muggy 80 degrees, and he's in cut off jeans that he chopped himself and an Iron Maiden tee. There's industrial size fans blasting from the corners of the room, hanging from the ceiling. They feel like they're blowing hot air around the room more than anything.

When you walk in with your basket he's already there, playing with the claw machine they inexplicably installed at the beginning of summer. Like they didn't have enough machines here already that ate up all your quarters. His head turns briefly when you walk in and you awkwardly wave and say hi out of courtesy. Of course you almost drop your laundry bag but Eddie's surprisingly quick, catching it before it slips out of your hands.

"Careful there." His boyish grin is surprisingly disarming. You find yourself staring at his dimples for a moment too long.

"Right, sorry," you force out a laugh and try not to cringe. Eddie's a bit weird but hot in a way that makes you act a little stupid.

You pick a machine far away from the one that's already running, presumably his, so you don't have to sort out your under-things with him right next to you.

"C'mon, c'mon...Dammit!"

Looking up from your pile of clothes you see Eddie squat in front of the claw machine to put more coins in, the black bandana hanging from his pocket drags on the floor. You can't help but to watch, it's kind of entertaining. His tongue is poked out in concentration, his ringed fingers tapping the stick ever so slightly to nudge the crane into the perfect position. Eddie looks around the sides of the glass box to make sure he's lined up just right and smacks the button to make the grabber drop. He curses when it snags the plushie's arm but doesn't pull it free.

It's been a full minute and a half and you've been standing there holding the same pair of panties, watching him and not sorting a damn thing. You don't have anything else to do today but you can't stand there and ogle either. So you shake your head and get back to it, finally tossing in a load as he loses for the third time since you got here.

You sit down and crack open the book you brought. It looks like he's out of quarters now. You feel kinda bad, he seemed pretty excited about whatever's in there.

He's pacing around the room now, sitting still and waiting for something doesn't seem like a skill he has, and singing to himself. You never thought of Eddie Munson as a singer but you can hear him enough over the machines and he sounds...good.

It's impossible to read with him pacing the room looking like that. With his short sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, showing off all his tattoos. And the one on his thigh that you didn't see when you walked in, that one had to be new. You were starting to zone out, thinking about Eddie and his tattoos and your long, long week of working doubles. It was hard saving up enough to get out of this town but you were determined to do it. Even if it left you drained at the end of every week.

A loud bang in front of you had you nearly jumping out of your skin.

"Whatcha reading?"

Eddie smiled at you from atop the washing machine he was now sitting on. You looked down at the cover that he could clearly see, the racy cover showing a fair maiden being ravished by a swoon-worthy, shirtless pirate. With a gasp you closed the book and put it face down in your lap.

"Nothing. It's- I'm not even reading it really, just skimming."

"Looking for all the steamy bits, huh?"

Eddie's shit eating grin made your face feel hot and you sputtered, trying to think of anything that wouldn't make you seem like a weirdo basically reading porn in public.

"Is it any good?"

"What?"

"The book. Is it any good?"

"I, uh...it's okay," you mumbled, messing with the hem of your shorts instead of looking at him. You couldn't. Not with that blinding smile, those dimples and pretty brown eyes making your stomach flip more than any of the bodice-ripping going on between the pages in your lap.

"Just okay? What would make it better?"

Oh god, why is he doing this. You wish he had won the toy from the machine so he could play with that instead of you right now.

When you don't answer Eddie jumps down off the machine and grabs the book from your lap. He ignores your protests as he leafs through the pages.

"You're mine now," the Captain growls at my ear. "Not a prim, proper lady of society. Not aboard my ship."

Eddie's voice changes to that of a grissled pirate as he reads. It's shocking, at first the horror that he's actually reading your book out loud, then how you respond. Your thighs tighten and you swallow, your mouth suddenly gone dry. Eddie's whole posture changes. He stands taller, more confident, like he truly is a grim, dominating pirate who kidnapped Lord Quimbly's only daughter.

Captain Blackburn roughly pushed up my skirts, bending me over his massive oak desk. I'd never felt more exposed and completely at someone else's mercy. Before I knew it, his manhood was pressing into me there, breaking me, ruining me for all others.

"Okay, wait, hold on," Eddie's teasing grin and dramatic tone vanished by the end of the passage. His brows furrowed as his finger traced the page and he read it again to himself. "That's it? He's just whipping it out and going to town? Breaking and ruining her? Fuckin' hell. I see what you mean." Eddie shook his head, flipping through more of the book.

"I mean, it's not great. But aren't most dudes like that anyway?" You laugh but it's true, the dudes you've been with in the past haven't cared much for seeing to your needs. Eddie, however, looks personally offended.

"They shouldn't be."

Eddie handed you back your book, not that you wanted to go back to reading it now anyway.

"Are you like that?"

The question slipped out before you could stop it. And you felt like you already knew the answer.

"Am I like what?"

"Other guys."

Eddie's playful smirk was back. Maybe you did want to be a toy for him to play with after all.

"Want me to show you? Hmm?" Eddie reaches out with one ringed finger and tips your chin up to look at him. "Want me to take care of you like those other guys couldn't?"

"No. Yes. I don't know." Your eyes search his, for what you don't know. For him to tell you what you want so you don't have to admit to yourself you want him to rail you at the laundromat while no one's around? Maybe.

"Tell me. Tell me you want me to make you come."

"Yes. Please."

Your desperate little plea is all he needs to hear apparently because in the next second he's pulling you up on your feet and kissing you. Eddie's mouth is hungry on yours, devouring yours. Turning in his arms, you jump up on to the washing machine and pull him closer. The metal is a welcome cold against your sweat slick thighs and Eddie's even more welcome between them. You scoot to the edge of the machine to grind against the bulge pushing against his zipper.

"Please, Eddie." You don't mean to sound so whiny, but you want him to keep his promise. You want him to make you feel good, to make you come.

"Shh, I'm here. There's no one else. I've got you," his words whispered in between kisses along your neck makes your spine tingle. He's got that same air of dominance as when he was reading your book and it's got you soaking through your cotton shorts.

Eddie's hands massage your breast, tugging at your nipple until your writhing against him. The ridge of his denim covered cock provides just enough friction for you to come from just this. His lips leaving love bites where anyone can see, his fingers pulling and squeezing to the point of pain, a pain that shoots straight to your clit. Just one more second and he'd have you screaming, but all at once he pulls away.

"Eddie," you sob, "don't stop, please."

"I've barely touched you and you're almost in tears," his mocking tone would piss you off if his touch wasn't so gentle. Holding your face so delicately, pressing soft kisses to your jaw like he didn't just bring you to the edge only to pull you away.

"Please, Eddie."

"Love the way you beg for me. So pretty when you beg."

Eddie's nose rubs against your jaw, nuzzling against you like a cat. You wouldn't be surprised if he started purring.

He nudges your thighs open a little wider, squeezing them and groaning at the way his fingers dig into your flesh.

"Next time you're gonna let me get my face between these thighs, princess. It's already killing me not to sink my teeth into 'em."

"Next time?"

Eddie looks you dead in the eyes, watches them roll back, and cups your pussy over your shorts.

"Next time. Because this is mine now."

You kiss him again then because, fuck, no one's every looked at you like that. Like you were worth keeping, like you were worth a next time. No one's fucked you in an empty laundromat either, but it looked like Eddie was full of surprises.

"It's yours," you press your forehead to his, trying to stop your head from spinning. "Make me come."

Eddie slips his hand into your shorts and curses.

"No panties? You've been sitting here this whole time with no panties on?"

"Stop saying panties. And yes, it's laundry day," you shrug like it's no big deal, which it isn't, but Eddie looks like he's about to pop five different blood vessels.

"You're in so much trouble," he groans as his fingers slip down to your soaked cunt. Your hole clenches around his finger tip like it's begging for him to push it in and he listens. Eddie fills you up with one, then two of his thick fingers. Teasing, spreading, stretching you open until you're writhing again. Your hips twist in time with his palm rubbing against your clit and it's heaven. He feels so fucking good and you tell him over and over until you're not sure you're saying words anymore.

Anyone could walk in and see the two of you at any time and it only makes you squeeze tighter around his fingers. Getting caught like this, spread open for Eddie like a whore while he bullies your cunt with his fat fingers. You're ruined for anyone else. Not like your book, with its heroine terrified of ruination, of being seen as dirty or less than. No you're ruined for ever being treated as less than, for accepting that no man will take the time to make you feel as amazing as you feel right now.

"Eddie, I'm gonna- oh god."

Your legs shake, you're right there. Eddie pulls his soaking wet fingers from inside you and you want to fucking scream, but he taps your clit and starts rubbing furious circles over the oversensitive nub.

"Come for me, show me."

His deep voice in your ear and the relentless pressure on your clit have you flying off the edge. Your body tensing, folding in on itself, all the air rushing out of your lungs as you implode from your release.

And Eddie holds you and kisses you and wipes his fingers on his shirt which should be gross but you don't care. It's laundry day, anyway.

"I meant it. You're mine. Not letting you tiptoe around me anymore."

"I don't tiptoe," you mumble into his neck. Your legs wrap around his waist as he settles between your thighs again. He's still painfully hard but it seems like he's fine with you clinging to him like a koala for now.

The washer buzzes under you, making you jump. Eddie doesn't want to let you go at first, but you give him an ultimatum that kicks his butt into gear.

"Help me finish my laundry and I'll blow you in your van." You look up at him through your lashes and laugh when he scrambles to pull you off the machine.

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eddiexbnshd · 2 years

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let me eat you out until you’re crying because you’re so overstimulated. but lets be honest, you love it, dont you baby? you love being my good little girl and giving your body to me, you love being my little slut, is that right angel? <3

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bloodandtime · 1 year

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exit light, enter night

cw: fem!reader, there’s a lil slightly like squint and you’ll see it angst, fluff, probably eddie being way smoother than he actually is, plus size!reader, kind of insecure!reader but not like self deprecatingly so, uh weed smoking, happy ending :) suuuuuper self indulgent:) also eddie didn’t d*e cause this song came out in ‘91. oh and i have never worked at a vinyl shop so… i went off straight vibes lol

Enter Sandman is ringing through the store as you step in.

“Munson!”

A headful of curls spring up from behind the counter, brown doe eyes wide and anxious as they meet yours, he knows he’s playing the music too loud.

“Hey, sweet thing.” he says as lowers the volume.

Floorboards creak as you make your way to the back room. You can hear Eddie’s boots stomp behind you.

“Eddie, I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” you sigh, shrugging your coat off.

He’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, leather jacket under his battle vest, black jeans and combat books sit on his frame. Like they’re made for him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says with a wink.

Embarrassed at being caught, heat creeps up your neck. You groan and shoulder bump him out of the way, trying to ignore how solid he is under those layers.

His laughter follows you to the register.

“Is it just us today?”

He hops up on the back counter. chain jingling as he gets comfortable. He smiles, and it’s sticky sweet.

“Sure is, sweethea-OW.”

He glares as he rubs the spot on his forehead where the pen you threw at him hit.

“Stop flirting with me and work!”

He jumps down from the counter and exaggeratedly looks around the… empty store.

“Yeah, we sure are swamped. How will we ever make it till close?” comes his sarcastic drawl from your side.

You guess the snowstorm outside is keeping customers at home. It’d be a nice evening… if Eddie wasn’t here.

Honestly, he’s fine. It’s more of a you problem. You can’t keep focused when he’s around, and you think he might have caught on. Eddie takes any and all opportunities to flirt with you.

You figured he did that to everyone, not wanting to read too much into it but the only other person he flirts with consistently is Steve.

Sarcasm is how you deflect Eddie’s advances, even though he flirts with just you (and Steve) it’s hard to not think about how he might be fucking with you.

Mess with the fat girl, lead her on, it’s funny. Let her think she has a chance and tear it away from her and laugh at the thought of her thinking anyone would like her.

Ugh, I’m not a teenager anymore, you’d think I’d be past these insecurities by now.

You scrub a hand down your face and sigh, trying to shake yourself out of that toxic thought cycle that’s so easy to fall into.

“You okay?”

Eddie’s still beside you at the register, now leaning against the back counter. He’s staring, brows furrowed.

Despite yourself, you shoot him a soft smile. That catches him off guard, you’re always so quick to the defense.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m all good, just tired.” you sound it, voice rough.

Before he can ask anything else, you tell him you’re going to work on the returns from this week and get started organizing the vinyl before close.

You’re off to the back before he can even open his mouth, which honestly is impressive. That boy can talk.

It takes about an hour to finish up returns and you shuffle back to the front, shocked to see Eddie has already started organizing.

“Oh shit, tha-,” you’re cut off to Eddie jumping half a foot in the air and yelping out in surprise.

You bite your lip to stop your laugh but it doesn’t stop the shit eating grin that spreads across your face.

He points at you, cheeks flushed, “Don’t.” he says with a finger pointed at you.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes and Eddie’s eyes soften, happy to see you’re smiling. Even if it is at his expense.

“I was going to say thank you for starting to organize, I’ll start from the other end of the store and we can meet in the middle.”

He nods, a sweet smile on his face. Before you get lost in his dimples you busy yourself with vinyl.

It’s been another hour and a half and everything is in its rightful place. Both you and Eddie are sitting on the back counter, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

No one has come in during your entire shift and there’s another two hours before close and the snow still hasn’t stopped.

Eddie leans his head back and lets out a loud groan, “I’m soooooo bored, why can’t we just close?”

He peaks down at you, slumped at his side. He follows the shape of your eyes down the slope of your nose to your lips.

“I know a way we could pass our time,” he blurts out, unable to stop himself. He’s still staring at your lips.

You look up and meet his amber eyes, his gaze more intense than you’re used to. You want to squirm, he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

“Oh yeah? What should we do?” you bump his shoulder, and he shakes his head and the moment is gone.

He pulls a joint out of his pocket, and your jaw drops.

“I’m not smoking weed at work, Edward!” your voice going up an octave.

He snickers as the horror stricken look on your face.

“Hey, come on. No one has come in and no one will. I’m surprised if we’ll even be able to leave.”

You’re still hesitant, he’s not wrong but you’d rather not get caught.

“Fuck it,” you slap your hands on your tight covered thighs, jumping down your skirt flounces back into place, Eddie tries and fails not to stare, “so where we doing this?”

He hops down beside and gives you another smile, pleasantly surprised you’re going along with this.

“Come on, I’ll show you my spot.”

He runs to the front door to lock it, he makes his way back to you to throw an arm around you to take you to the back.

You don’t fight him, to his surprise. You maybe even lean in a bit, he’s enjoying the contact too much to tease you though.

Turns out his spot is just a covered porch at the back of the record shop, you snag your coat on the way.

“Oh Fuck Me it’s cold,” you gripe as you step outside, the wind whips snow outside the porch, you can’t even see five feet in front of it.

“Shit, maybe you’re right, we wont be able to leave.” you worry, pulling your coat tighter around you, leanings closer to Eddie.

Eddie pulls you closer, relishing in the contact. He doesn’t know why you’re being so nice tonight but he’s not complaining.

“Worst case, you can come with me. The van drives just fine in the snow.” he exhales the first drag, you try not to stare and fail.

He hands the joint to you, your fingers already frozen. As you take a hit you register what he just offered. Now you’re coughing and not just because of the joint.

“Slow down it’s not going anywhere,” he says through a light laugh as he softly rubs your back.

“Did you just offer to take me home with you?”

It’s his turn to cough, and your turn to pat his back. You repeat his words back to him and he gives you a half hearted glare, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I was being gentlemanly and you’re the one making it dirty, I’ll have you know.” he reprimands, wagging his finger at you.

He takes another drag and passes it back, your fingers brush and it’s a shot of electricity up your arm.

The weed is definitely taking effect.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the joint, right where his lips had just been. An indirect kiss.

You’re quiet when you speak next, after handing him the shrinking joint.

“You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Being so kind to me. Makes me get my hopes up even though I know it doesn’t mean anything.”

The wind whistles around you while Eddie and you stare at one another.

You feel his arm pull away from you, and you’re convinced this is it as you look away so he won’t see you cry. He’s going to tell you sorry and he’s not interested. You can handle it, it’s not the first rejection you’ve faced.

You can’t look at him though, tears sting, threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, softer than you’ve ever heard him, “look at me, please.”

His hands find your cheeks, warm against your wind-chapped skin. Joint long forgotten as he tilts your head to look at him.

“It means something. It does, to me, it does. I’ve liked you since I started here. It’s not a joke and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way,” he pauses, his thumbs softly graze the tops of your cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” you whisper.

You and Eddie Munson have your first kiss in a snowstorm, freezing cold and perfect.

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fandomohana · 1 year

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1986 Will Be Their Year {Eddie Munson x Plus Size Henderson Sister Reader} Chapter Five

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Henderson Sister Reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 4300+

Summary: We've reached the end of the season, Eddie's battle, his rescue, and love confessions. 💙

Authors note: Eddie's rescue scene was inspired by the song Burning by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. When there is mention of Eddie being a coward, that is Eddie talking to Eddie. We know our boy is no coward. 💙

Eddie Munson Masterlist

As the RV rolled down the lone highway, the gentle swaying began to lull members of the group into a gentle doze, Y/N being one of them. With the adrenaline wearing off, Eddie noticed her head begin to loll to the side while her eyes struggled to stay open. In time, the rhythm of the road was too much for her, and her head tipped to the side, finding Eddie’s shoulder, her breath softly fanning out across his neck. His heart skipped a beat as the warmth radiating from her body spread to his own, wrapping him in comfort. He had to stop himself from moving his arm, itching to drape it across her shoulders, and bring her closer into his side. She remained this way, sleeping comfortably for several minutes after the vehicle stopped, to Eddie’s delight, until her head lolled slightly, breaking her slumber.

Becoming aware of her surroundings, Y/N’s head shot up, eyes wide, “Shit! I’m so sorry! God...tell me I didn’t drool...” She put her head in her hands, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Pretty girl falls asleep on me, I can think of worse situations to be in.” He says with a sly grin, before her other words finally registered, “Wait. You drool?” He couldn’t help the smile in his words.

Not moving her face from its hiding place, Y/N slightly mumbles, “Yes...”

Eddie chuckles, pulling a hand away from her face, “Let’s put this into perspective. We’re both covered in bat blood, lake shit, and I don’t even know what else. A little drool is the least of my concerns, but if it makes you feel better.” He checks his jacket sleeve, and his shirt. “All dry, Princess.”

Y/N shifts her eyes, giving him a sideways glance.

“There she is.” Eddie grins.

Her other hand drops from her face, a self-conscious smile on her face, “Thanks, Eddie.”

The moment is quickly broken when Steve pulls open the door of the RV, and throws a bag in Eddie’s face.

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Steve, Dustin, and Y/N stood beside the RV, the entire scene shielded by the towering Brimborn Steel Works.

“Are you sure we can trust her?” Steve asked hesitantly, eyes still surveying the entire area for lurkers.

“Me and Dustin trust her with our lives, she’s our cousin, have some faith.” Y/N shuffled from one foot to the other.

Within a moment of their exchange, tires on gravel could be heard as a vehicle came down the long drive to the abandoned building. All three held their breath, waiting to see exactly who came around the corner. Dustin and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as they saw a blue Cutlass slow to a stop several feet away, and a tall woman, still dressed in scrubs, emerged from the vehicle.

“Dusty, Y/N, what is going on? Aunt Claudia is freaking out!” The newcomer reprimands the pair.

“Tori, we need your help, but you have to trust us.” Dustin implored.

Tori looked around, becoming concerned by her cousin’s behavior, “What is happening?”

Y/N turned her head to the RV, and called out, “Eddie.”

The door opened, and Eddie appeared before the group, noting how Tori’s face began to pale, and praying this had been a good idea.

“What the fuck is going on?! Isn’t that the kid they’re looking for? Why is he with you?!” Tori shrieks.

“Calm down, please! He didn’t do anything, I swear to god! Just trust us, please.” Dustin begged.

Tori eyes Eddie up and down, “Okay.” She says slowly, “I’m listening.”

“Steve, Eddie,” Y/N began, “This is our cousin, Tori, Dr. Victoria Henderson. Steve, please lift up your shirt.”

Steve grabbed the hem of the newly acquired shirt, and began to pull it off his frame. He tosses the shirt to Dustin, and begins to pull the taped gauze away from his skin, exposing the fresh wounds to the doctor.

Tori gasped, “Oh my God, what happened to you?!” She rushes to Steve’s side, inspecting the wounds.

“That’s why we need your help. There are crazy things happening in Hawkins, things that defy logic...things you won’t believe, until you see them.” Dustin spoke solemnly.

The small group explained to Tori, exactly what was plaguing Hawkins, hoping she would believe them, despite the incredulous look on her face.

“So, you want me to believe there is some parallel dimension under Hawkins? You do realize how this sounds, right? I could have you all put under 72-hour observation.”

“Have we ever lied to you?” Y/N asked solemnly.

Tori looked at Steve’s wounds again, she had seen plenty of animal bites, but nothing like this, and her cousins did look scared. She let out a sigh, “Say I believe you, what exactly do you want from me?”

“These little bastards are everywhere in the Upside Down,” began Steve, “We don’t stand a chance without someone on the other side, ready to patch us back up.”

“You want me to run a triage, right? Where exactly would this take place?”

“The Munson trailer, it’s our best way back in. Please, Tori, we wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency.” Dustin was practically begging.

Tori looked to Eddie then, “Look me in the eyes, and tell me you didn’t do this.”

Eddie looked to Y/N, who nodded reassuringly, before looking directly into the doctor’s eyes. “I’ll swear on anything you want, I didn’t hurt anyone. I know what people are saying about me, what they’ve always said, but I swear...it’s...none of it is true.”

His eyes were wide, imploring. Tori had some training in psychology, she had seen liars, this kid wasn’t lying. This kid was traumatized.

Taking a steadying breath, Tori gives her answer, “I believe you. I’ll do what I can, but I have to get supplies from the hospital. Give me a time, and the address, I’ll bring a couple of my nurse friends.”

At her words, Dustin and Y/N launch themselves into the older woman, hugging her, and raining a chorus of, thank you, on her. Tori wraps her cousins into a hug, promising them that she would help.

After being given an arrival time, and address to the trailer, Tori waves goodbye to the group, before returning to her car, and disappearing down the road.

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The sound of metal on metal pierced the air in the wooded clearing, and mingled with the sound of quiet conversation. Eddie and Dustin each drove nails into their respective trash can lids, creating makeshift shields, while Y/N tore rags to wrap around small tree limbs to create torches, another form of defense for the group.

Finishing their task, Eddie lifts the studded shield, “How’s she feeling?” asked Dustin.

Eddie responds with a flourish of the studded lid, “Light. But durable.” Thrusting the shield into the sky, he continued, “Deadly. But reliable.”

Both Dustin and Y/N chuckle from their places on the ground, torch making put on hold to watch the unfolding scene.

Eddie points dramatically in the direction of the two on the ground, lowering his voice to a grizzled growl, “Hear me now.” He lifts his arm toward the air, in a heroic pose, “There will be no more retreating...” Moving out of his previous pose, his voice returns to normal as he proclaims, “from Eddie the Banished.” A coy grin playing on his face, as he pats the shield at his side.

Rising from his kneeled position, and lifting his own shield, “Hey, you’re really ready for bat-tle.” Replied Dustin with a grin, and goofy chuckle.

Y/N rolled her eyes, uttering a simple, “oh lord...” in response to her brother’s antics.

Eddie, however, appeared less than amused as Dustin continued, “You get it?” Eddie continued his deadpan stare toward the younger boy. “Bat-tle. B-A-T.” The look on the older boy’s face remained stoic. “No?” Dustin groaned, looking toward the ground, dejected. “I thought I had a good one.”

Dustin places his shield on the ground, not noticing the swift movement by his side, as Eddie discarded his own shield, and proceeded to tackle the younger boy.

“What are you doing?” Came Dustin’s breathless reply.

Y/N’s voice could be heard over the grunts, yelling, “Eddie, don’t break him, my mom will kill me! Bruises, no lost limbs, I’m serious.”

Eddie laughed, and reassured her that he would do no permanent damage to the boy, as he pushed Dustin from him.

With a breathy, “You son of a bitch!” Dustin launches into Eddie’s torso, pushing the older boy like a tackling dummy, until Eddie’s hand creeps into wedgie territory, and being greeted by Dustin’s cry of, “No wedgies! No wedgies!”

Eddie pulls Dustin up, clapping his hands onto either side of the younger boy's shoulders, “Never change, Dustin Henderson.” Looking into his eyes, and cradling Dustin’s neck, Eddie continued, “Promise me?”

Shaking his head, sobriety overtaking his features, Dustin assures him, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good.” Comes Eddie’s reply, a smile playing on his lips. “Good.” He says again, urging Dustin with a tilt of his head.

Still on the ground, Y/N looked on at the display, a wistful smile playing across her lips, happy to see both boys more relaxed, and lighthearted. Eddie couldn’t know in that moment, how Y/N’s attraction to him grew while she watched them.

Eddie breaks the moment, patting Dustin on the shoulder before calling out, “Hey, Sinclairs. How are those, uh...those spears coming on?

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With shields, torches, and weapons prepared, the group loaded up the RV, and head toward an unknown future.

Eddie was flanked on his right by Dustin, Y/N to his left, her small backpack of kerosene-soaked torches riding on the floor between her feet. Silence enveloped the space, each person contemplating their futures, their role in the battle to come, and steeling their resolve. A furtive look passed between Eddie and Y/N, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms, and keep her safe.

The RV rolled to a stop in front of the abandoned Creel house. While none of the passengers spoke, the prevailing thought was shared by all, would they live to see each other again? Would this be the battle that would irrevocably tear the party apart? Only time would tell as the RV continued on its path, after Erica, Lucas, and Max departed.

In the dimly lit RV, Nancy went through the plan once again, verifying each participant knew their place, Dustin, Eddie, and Y/N being on bat patrol as part of phase three. The group breaks, entering the silent trailer park, moving with purpose toward the Munson trailer.

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Before the group could enter through the gate in the trailer’s ceiling, a soft knocking could be heard on the door. Y/N cracked the door open, revealing Tori, and two strangers. All three had arms full of medical supplies, the entire group sighed in relief, the cavalry had arrived.

Entering the space, the eyes of the new women were drawn to the ceiling, and the horrifying sight of red sinew, gazing back like a gaping wound.

“Holy shit...” Tori mumbled, eyes wide in shock.

“Do you believe us now?” Dustin asked.

No words escaped the newcomers' lips, only a trio of nodding heads, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

Tori shook herself from her stupor, “This is Pam,” she pointed to the redheaded woman whose eyes were still locked in place. “And this is Angela,” she added, pointing to the blonde woman. “We went through school together; I trust them with my life. We’ll set up the triage here, and wait for your signal.”

“Thanks, Tori.” Y/N gave her cousin a quick hug, before leaving the three women to set up their makeshift hospital.

Steve climbs through the opening in the ceiling first, before moving the mattress to catch the other members of the team, as they pass through the opening. Each member takes their turn going through, weapons being tossed through between bodies, until Y/N was up. Climbing her Hobbit ladder on their side, and expecting to climb down the ladder in the Upside Down, she had a moment of confusion when Eddie, again, held out his arms to catch her. Y/N’s descent was less traumatic this time, trusting Eddie’s strength. Despite the dire situation, Eddie couldn’t help the flutter in his chest as her warmth landed, once again, in his arms. Holding her felt natural, and he hoped he would have more chances in the future, in happier situations, to hold her again.

The trailer door squeaks open, as the group filed out into the open. Steve turned to face Dustin, Eddie, and Y/N, “Hey, guys, listen. If things here start to go south, I mean, at all,” he emphasized, “you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just---”

“Decoys.” Steve and Dustin respond together.

“We can’t do that, Steve.” Came Y/N’s reply, before she squeezed her brother’s cheeks between her fingers, “We can’t not be cute, look at this face!”

Steve rolled his eyes, as Dustin continued, after freeing his face from his sister’s grip, “Don’t worry, you can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely.” Drawled Eddie. “I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie chuckled. As Steve began to walk away, Eddie spoke again, “Hey, Steve? Make him pay.”

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With the rest of the group on the move, Eddie, Dustin, and Y/N set to work fortifying the trailer. The trio used a tarp to pull spare debris, metal, and chain link fence sections, toward the trailer, where Eddie secured the found pieces.

Stepping back, the group observes the fruit of their labor. Chain link, sheet metal, and planks adorned any weak spots, or entry points to the trailer.

“Not bad.” Eddie commented.

“Not bad at all.” Came Dustin’s reply.

“Now for the fun part.” Eddie added.

The group burst through the bedroom door, Eddie stopping short when his eyes fall on his guitar, “Jesus Chr...” came his breathy response, before his voice took on a tone of reverence, and awe, “It’s like...she was destined for an alternate dimension. What do you say, Hendersons?” He reaches out, gripping the guitar in front of him by the bridge, gazing upward, “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?” His voice dreamy, as he glanced back at the Henderson siblings.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Dustin responded with a soft chuckle.

Slinging the instrument across his back, his face taking on an air of excitement, “Let’s do it.”

Eddie, Dustin, and Y/N stood perched on the roof of the trailer, when Robin’s voice came across the walkie talkie, “She’s in. Move on to phase three.”

“Copy that. Initiating phase three.” Dustin relayed, before reaching for the extension cord, plugging in the amp. “Let’s hope they hear this.”

Eddie’s stony gaze looked out across the darkness, “Chrissy, this is for you.” He bites out, ripping the chain holding his pic, from his neck, not noticing the brief look of hurt that crossed Y/N’s face. With a shout, Eddie tore into Metallica’s Master of Puppets, the sound of the chords ripping across the silent landscape.

Dustin and Y/N kept look out, monitoring the swarm with binoculars, and alerting Eddie as the beasts came closer, “We gotta lock down in T-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin called.

“T-minus 20!” Y/N cried.

The final warning came from Dustin, “T-minus 10!” As Eddie began the finishing flourishes of the solo.

Y/N’s voice carried through the air, as the final strings echoed, “One!”

The trio raced from the roof of the trailer, onto the cab of a parked truck, into the bed, and raced across to their makeshift cage, Eddie slamming the door as he passed the threshold.

Through the sound of panting, Dustin could be heard exclaiming, “Dude! Most metal ever!” Followed by Eddie’s breathless, “Oh my...oh my God.” The pair finished with screams, and excited jumping.

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The sound of crashing, and screeching could be heard by the three humans inside the improvised stronghold. All three circled the middle of the room, backs to each other, Dustin and Eddie holding spears and shields, Y/N holding a torch in one hand, and Eddie’s lighter in the other.

An eerie silence broke over the space, as the swarm suddenly silenced. Eddie could feel the slight shuddering coming from Y/N.

Dustin’s voice pierced the silence, “Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy, huh?”

Eddie shushed Dustin as his sister smacked him, “Is that really necessary?” Growled Eddie.

Clattering could be heard overhead as three sets of eyes turned upward, “They’re on the roof.” Eddie said calmly.

A small chorus of, shit, could be heard coming from the two Hendersons. Eddie, Dustin, and Y/N began to creep through the living room of the trailer, stepping closer to the sounds of scuffling coming from the roof.

“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asked while gazing at the air vent in the ceiling.

A breath later, the vent burst open to reveal the head of a demobat, as it attempted to force its way into the trailer. The demonic creature was greeted by Dustin and Eddie’s spears, as they tore into the beast's flesh.

Eddie realized, quickly, that with the vent open, the three would be outnumbered rapidly. He glanced around, looking for something to slow the horde, as Dustin screamed for him.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” Eddie screamed as he pulled a chair from the small dining table. He placed the chair directly beneath the hole, and grabbed a shield. With a scream, he jammed the shield into the ceiling, blocking the hole, and thwarting the screeching monsters. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” came Eddie’s panted reply.

“Nice.” Y/N gasped out from below.

“Thanks.” He breathed out, giving each Henderson a low five.

As the three caught their breath, Dustin spoke, “Are there any other vents?”

“Oh shit.” was all Eddie could reply, as he jumped from the chair, and dove toward his bedroom.

A small horde burst from the corner of the room as the three began to enter, forcing them into a retreat, while Eddie slammed the door.

As the door began to splinter, and falter under the weight of the beasts, Dustin cried out, “That’s not gonna hold!”

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Eddie screamed over the sound of cracking wood.

The Hendersons didn’t need to be told twice, Dustin began climbing the rope, while Y/N scaled the Hobbit ladder.

Eddie could hear Y/N’s voice from the other side, urging him through. He grabbed the sheet rope, preparing to hoist himself toward the ceiling, and to safety, until his own words replaying in his mind, stopped him in his tracks. He couldn’t run. Instead, he grabbed a spear, easily slicing through the rope to the horror of the two Hendersons above him.

Pushing the mattress from under the hole, and slinging a spear across his back, Eddie looks up and tells the pair, “I’m buying more time.”

Crashing through the door of the trailer, Eddie ran toward the discarded bike. He wouldn’t run this time. He wouldn’t be a coward, not again.

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Eddie raced through the trailer park, leading the swarm behind me, and screaming, “Come get me, you sons of bitches!”

Whatever came next, he was ready. Dustin and Y/N were safe. Eddie wasn’t going down without a fight.

As Eddie maneuvered the bike, a demobat swooped from the sky, ramming him from the bike, into the hard ground. After the momentum of the fall put an end to his rolling, Eddie brought himself back to his feet, and continued to run, the swarm on his trail.

His own words began to replay in his head, stopping him in his tracks, ‘I didn’t know what to do, so I...I...I ran away. I just ran, and I left her there. I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.’

Eddie turned to face the swarm, drawing his shield and spear, he would go down fighting. No more running. The swarm struck with ferocity, his shield holding them back temporarily, as they bounced off the thin metal.

He was able to keep them at bay for a time, but soon he could feel their teeth begin to tear at his flesh, his knees going weak as the ground rose up to meet him. This was it, he was going to die here. He closed his eyes against the onslaught, giving over to his fate.

But then he heard it, in the midst of the swarm, thundering footsteps neared him. Eddie could feel the presence of someone else above him as he willed a single eye open. There she was, like a goddamn Valkyrie riding into battle, two torches in her hands, slinging the burning wood into the demobats around him. Raising his head, he clocked Dustin, shield in one hand, flaming torch in the other, setting the swarm alight.

It only took a few demobats being set ablaze, and crushed under Y/N’s foot, to set the swarm into chaos. He could hear her guttural screams as she pulled bats from his body, and turned each into fireballs. The area quickly silenced, the swarm alight, and in a state of mayhem, as they fled.

Eddie drifted in and out, pulled to his feet, pressure added to the wounds littered across his body, as his torch wielding rescuers blazed a path through the few remaining bats, and to the trailer. He had the sensation of being raised up, hands pulling on him, and a short feeling of weightlessness, before his world went completely black.

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Eddie felt himself floating in the inky black of dreamless sleep, the agonizing pain he had felt before, was a distant memory. But in the back of his mind, he felt a pulling, the need to swim toward consciousness, began to pull him through the darkness around him. He had to come back. He wouldn’t give up, he had to get back to Y/N.

With a last push, Eddie could feel himself coming back, the weight of his body began to register, then the feeling of a foreign weight on his left, caught his attention. He willed his eyes to open, forcing the lids up, and allowing the bright light flooding the room, to invade the darkness. In a moment, he was able to discern his surroundings, he was in the trailer, the bed he was lying in felt foreign, Wayne’s he assumed. What remained a mystery, was the weight on his left hand, and arm, at least until he looked down, and was met with the prettiest face he had ever seen.

Y/N looked like an angel, she had pulled a chair to his bedside, and fallen asleep on his arm, her face turned up toward him. Eddie couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, or the butterflies he felt in the pit of his stomach.

“Pretty girl falls asleep on me twice; I must’ve died back there. This has to be heaven.” He says softly.

Eddie’s voice breaks through Y/N’s own dreamless slumber, waking her with a start. “Eddie? Oh my god, you’re awake! Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Her questions came rapid fire.

“Did you drool?” Eddie replied with a grin, before reassuring her, “I’m okay, beautiful. How’re the others?”

“Everyone’s okay, Eddie, we were able to stop it. I need to tell Tori you’re awake.” Y/N tried to stand, but Eddie was faster, grabbing hold of her wrist to keep her in place.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, but I need to get Tori, she said to call her when you-”

Eddie cut her off, “Y/N, I almost died back there, and I don’t wanna die without telling you how much I love you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, and then disbelief. “Eddie, you’re on a lot of pain medicine, you just woke up, you don’t know what you’re saying.” she said, looking away.

Eddie cupped her chin, bringing her eyes to meet his own. “Not gonna lie, Pretty Girl, I’ve got a nice body high going. But my mind?” He tapped his head with his free hand to emphasize his point, “My mind is clear, and if you don’t believe me, let me put it this way. The day we met, you walked into class in those black Converse that you sent those fucking demobats to hell with, jeans, a Queen 1982 tour tee, light colored denim jacket with a bunch of pins on it, including an enamel Elvira pin, a Joan Jett pin, Michael Myers, and a fucking adorable unicorn. You had your hair up in a blue scrunchie, you were wearing silver earrings shaped like moons and stars, black and blue jelly bracelets, and a blue splatter watch.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide in complete shock, “You remember all that?” She squeaked out.

Eddie’s grin grew bigger, “Are you asking me if I remember what the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, was wearing when I met her? Baby, I’ve been half gone on you since the second I saw you.”

Eddie’s brain begins to short-circuit when in a flash, Y/N pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. When the feeling of her soft lips against his own finally did register, Eddie deepened the kiss, holding her face between his hands. She felt natural, like every other interaction they had had. She moved her hands to his face, cradling him, neither wanting to end the kiss.

“Oh my god, finally...” Dustin’s voice broke the moment.

Eddie and Y/N broke their first kiss, their foreheads resting together. In unison, the pair raised their middle fingers toward the younger boy.

“Goodbye, Henderson.” Came Eddie’s exasperated voice.

Dustin threw his hands up in surrender, before leaving the room.

“So, uh.” Eddie suddenly felt shy, “Can I take you on a date?”

A beautiful grin spread across Y/N’s face, “Do you really need to ask?”

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succubusmunson · 9 months

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i really wanna write another eddie x plus size! reader fic! would y’all be down for that?

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Knock Off and Her Royal Majesty

Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Plus size!fem!pothead reader

Characters: Eddie Munson, plus size!fem!pothead reader, Dustin Henderson (brief appearance)

Warnings: Drugs and smoking (joints and cigarettes), cursing (brief, may also include fuck among a few other words), fluff, prolonged smut (p n v, blow job, pussy eating, titty fuck, fingering, breast and nipple play, spitting), nicknames (like a shit ton), Dusty interrupts your guy’s fun time, Eddie and reader are fucking sweet and adorable, Eddie is a simp, Eddie and reader can’t keep their hands to themselves, possibly cringey as hell?

Word Count: 13,945

A/N: Nothing from Stranger Things season 4 happens, the upside doesn’t exist for this imagine :)

I tried to write some smut (again) and it became this... I tried. I swear I gave it my all, dear readers. I’m just hoping it comes off cute and smutty rather than cringey and smutty but, I’ll take what I can get.

I’ve been writing this since June, no volume season 4: vol 1 or 2 spoilers.

I’m editing this as fast as I can to make myself feel better after finishing volume 2... it worked

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You and Eddie have known each for some time now. Not just because you two live in the same trailer park and the fact that he’s also the sweetest little thing you’ve ever seen, compared to the nickname the town appointed to him.

No, if you’re trying to carry groceries from your car into your home, you can bet your sweet ass that he’s there helping you (trying to whisper sweet nothings in your ear… in his own awkward little way. This mainly relates to the first time he tried to do this. After realizing what he was doing, you began to encourage him to do it more).

When he’s gathered enough courage to ask you out (meaning you hear him muttering to himself outside your front door) you were ecstatic. Almost immediately saying yes after he finishes asking. Not that either of you cared (Eddie certainly didn’t, he was practically bouncing where he stood. He could not stand still).

The date you two planned on having tonight is a little awkward since the adorable freak (you secretly think he’s a freak in bed) forgot to pick somewhere to go and something for you to do.

You hum, playing with his hair, picking up a strand and drop it, repeating the process over and over again.

You’re a touchy couple so when Eddie snuggles into your chest more, reminding of a cat, it’s comforting. ‘Ugh, now I want a cat.’ An idea crosses your mind as you feel the quiet grumble of your empty tummy. “Hey.”

The D&D player tilts his head up, looking at you.

You move your hand down, resting it on his jaw line, brushing your thumb back and forth on his cheek. “What if we pick up some food and sit by lovers’ lake?” You ask even though you’re not actually hungry despite your stomach growling. You know the two of you should eat something a little more than the few chips you had earlier.

He blinks almost like he’s in a daze. The light tingle in his cheek where you continue to touch him makes his mind hazy.

But, if we’re being honest, anything you do makes his mind get all foggy.

You call out his name.

He blinks once, returning his attention to you, “really?”

You chuckle, still rubbing his cheek, “yeah, you got a problem with that?”

He immediately shakes his head, “no, no, no.” He pushes himself off you, your hand slides off his cheek. He moves, angling his upper body above you in a kneeling push-up position. “I just- I didn’t think you’d want to do something so-”

You return your hand onto his cheek when your hand feels weird empty. It doesn’t feel right to not have some part of him on you and he feels the same way. You brush your thumb against his cheekbone.

The tingling feeling intensifies, and he leans in head in your palm.

“Mellow?” You ask.

“I was gonna say boring but, yeah.”

“Okay, how about this mister D&D Rockstar.” He smiles at your remark, loving how his heart beats faster whenever you say something cute like that.

Your charming nicknames, not only boost his ego but, also help build his confidence. “Let’s say me and you, go out get as much food as we can and create our own fog?” You say with a suggestive smirk and raised brows.

His mind goes blank again. He gulps, “uh- yeah, sure…” His brows furrow, “what do you mean exactly?”

Your free hand reaches for his other cheek, pulling him in closer like a siren luring in a pirate into their seductive trap. “Oh, my sweet, sweet, somewhat naïve little Eddie. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

He shakes his head. He’s slightly embarrassed he doesn’t catch onto your (pot) innuendo even though he knows you don’t care. “I don’t think I do.”

You offer him an assuring smile. “Okay, I’m gonna put this the simplest way I can. We’re gonna get some food and then we’re gonna smoke some of your stash, and chow down on our food when we get the munchies, okay?”

He smiles, leaning in closer, an inch away from your lips. “Have I told how much I like you. I mean- don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to do anything with you and for you to want to experience your first-time smoking-”

You slide your hands down onto is shoulders, push him back. Your hands rest there, “who says it’s my first time?”

He blinks in surprise. “Oh. Oh! Oh, you little minx.” He hovers over you, playing with your hair that’s splayed across the floor of his van, making you look even more adorable delicious. “Who’d you smoke with?”

“Me, myself, and hopefully now you.”

He furrows his brows, “oh?” His cheeks are burning.

You always find a way to keep him on his toes; sometimes he likes it, sometimes he doesn’t. He’s not sure how he feels right now.

You give him a deadpan look. “You couldn’t have been that oblivious. I mean why else would I buy groceries all the time? You’ve helped me with my groceries like four times in a week at one point, I don’t remember when but, I know you did.”

“Huh. I never noticed.”

You chuckle, curling your fingers around his chin, drawing him closer to you, “clearly.”

He pouts, “don’t be mean.”

You copy his expression before giving him a noisy, wet kiss on the lips. “Let’s go get some food and your stash, yeah?”

“We only need one of those two items.”

You give him a Cheshire cat like smile. “Perfect.”

He shakes his head, “you certainly keep me on my toes, don’t you?”

“Hell, yeah and I expect the same in return.”

“Oh, you’re in for one hell of a ride, princess.”

“More like your majesty, peasant.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, pushing himself off the floor. He settles into the driver’s seat, looking back over his shoulder, he raises his brows. “You gonna join me up here, your majesty?”

You roll over to lay on your stomach, resting your head on the palms of your hands while kicking your feet in an innocent way which doesn’t match your suggestive tone. “Maybe your majesty is gonna lay back here and slowly take off her clothes while she waits for the royal treatment.”

He groans, putting the car key in the ignition, “are you trying to kill me?”

“No, just get you hard.” You slip by and try to slide into the passenger seat in a smooth manner but fail.

Eddie pushes your left butt cheek to “help” you get in your seat quicker. He never starts driving until your caboose is in that seat.

“I know I’m trying to get you hard but that does not mean you get to cop a feel.”

“That’s not fair.”

“You’re gonna caress my thigh the whole ride. You know what that does to me, horn dog.”

He hums, reversing the car to exit the trailer park. “Okay, fine. But don’t expect no complaining from me because this peasant has words for the royal court.” His warm hand squeezes your thigh once, before resting it there like usual.

One quick trip to your guys’ go to restaurant and you two are at Lovers Lake.

When Eddie parks, you make your way to the open area in the back.

You sit on the familiar plaid blanket. You furrow your brows, picking up a corner of the blanket, “has this always been here?”

He pauses, glancing back at you before setting the food in the passenger seat. “Yeah,” he clears his throat, “yeah.” He doesn’t want to come out and say that he leaves it in the van since he knows it’s your favorite of his (he’s got a reputation to protect).

You squint your eyes at him, knowing exactly what he did (you do the same thing).

He crawls to where you are.

The two of you lay on the semi crumpled blanket side by side.

He brushes his knuckles against yours.

You bite your tongue, suppressing the urge to smile as you reach for his hand.

He huffs and detaches his hand from you.

“What’s up?”

“I left our usual up front.”

You chuckle, “it’s okay. It’s not like you’ll be gone long, rock star.”

He pouts, “it’s too far.”

“Oh my- go get your lunch box unless you want me to get it.”

He shakes his head, “no, no. I’ll get it.” He’s crawls to the front and grabs his infamous metal lunch box out off the floor of the passenger seat.

You give him a smug grin, “see, that didn’t take so long.”

“Shut up.” He settles himself beside you, sitting up as he pulls out a pre-made joint before rummaging through his pants pockets, jacket pockets, and lunch box.

You reach into your bra and pull out your small rectangular metal lighter, “hey peasant.”

His brows knit together in confusion, “where’d that come from?”

“Nowhere and everywhere. Bring it here, lover boy.”

He moves his hand closer to you, letting you light it.

You close your lighter and place it back in your bra.

Eddie’s brain becomes foggy…. Again.

You let out a light hearty chuckle, “did I break your brain?”

He nods, hair falling past his shoulders, covering his warm cheeks. “I think you did.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, “I think I’m about to do more damage. We each take a drag and make out?”

He doesn’t move.

You smirk, taking the joint from him, “like this.” You place the joint on your lips and inhale. You hold your breath as you reach for the back of his neck, pulling him closer. You use your other pinky to open his mouth so you can blow the smoke in and latch your lips onto his.

He still doesn’t move causing you chuckle against his lips.

You’re close to backing away when the cogs in Eddie’s brain start spinning again.

He kisses you back; a few moments later he’s nibbling on your bottom lip making you smile which results in him smiling too. He pulls away to settle himself between your legs, resting his head on your breasts.

You curl your fingers in his hair, lightly scratching his head, “I’ve clearly found out your favorite spot.”

He turns his head, resting his chin on your breastbone, “like you didn’t know.”

You take another drag and blow the smoke into the air.

Eddie’s quick to push himself up, kneeling between your legs, lowering your chin so the last little bit of smoke hits his face. “Hey, hey, your majesty.”

“Yes, peasant?”

“We’re doing a mutual smoke make out.”

“You weren’t responding to me before-”

“Hey, hey. You mauled me!”

You raise your brows and blink once, twice, “uh, no. I did not “maul” you. I brought you back to the land of the living.”

“No, you undid the fog in my brain that you put there in the first place.”

“I make your brain go foggy?” You ask with a cheeky smile.

He nods, “all the time.”

When you look away it makes your boyfriend smile.

“You’re blushing,” he points out.

You shake your head, “no.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

You place the joint between your lips, inhale and pull the Van Halen knock off closer.

This time, you do make out, effectively shutting him up.

You can only kiss him for so long until you have to part from him to catch your breath. Your chest heaves with every breath you take.

Eddie snatches the joint from you, wanting to do the same to you.

The two of you switch between inhaling and leaning into each other, around the fourth or sixth drag, the back doors of the van open.

And now, the two of you are caught enjoying yourselves in a not so sober state, by your favorite kid in this godforsaken town.

"What the hell is this?" Dustin asks with wide eyes, arms stretched out in front of him.

You pull away from Eddie, who buries his head in your chest, very much upset by the interruption. You clear your throat while the D&D player takes the joint from you, blowing smoke up at you while you try to talk.

You swat your hand in the air, trying to get rid of the smoke, “stop it.” You look over Eddie’s shoulder, "Well, Dustin- what- uh- what does it look like?"

"It looks like the only girl cool around here is shakin up with the Van Halen knock off- which I totally, kind of, like by the way."

You nod, "good, so it's exactly what it looks like."

Eddie glances over his shoulder, "I am not a Van Halen knock off."

You smile, pecking his cheek. "It's cute on you, Ed's."

He turns to look at you with a goofy, lovesick, wide smile, "okay.”

Dustin groans, “oh my- why? The one time I need help and your high. Why does this happen to me?”

“Who says I’m not high all the time?” You add.

“Are you?”

“I don’t have to tell you that.”

Dustin purses his lips. “I’m going to hurt someone tonight,” he mutters.

“Don’t be mean to my girl, Henderson.”

“Aww, that’s the first time you’ve said that.”

“I say it all the time,” Eddie argues.

“Not in front of me.”

“Oh... Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty positive, peasant.”

He starts nipping at your chin.

The one hand the back of his head, slides down so you can squeeze the back of his neck as a warning. “What did you need, Dustin?”

“I lost my walkie and tonight is my date with Suzie,” he pouts.

“Did you search your house?”

The young teen nods.

“Everywhere?”

“Yes- wait- dammit. Mom cleaned up my room, she must have covered it in the laundry basket- thanks.” He places his hands on the van doors before leaning in, “wear protection!”

“Buzz off, Henderson.” “Fuck off, Dusty.” You two say at the same time.

The van doors slam shut and Eddie groans, “subtly” rubbing himself against you.

You scoff, “seriously?”

“What? You’re hot and you turn me on.”

“Thank you but also,” you bring his hand up to his face, showing him the last remaining part of the joint. “You little horn dog, smoked the rest of it without me.” You pout, removing the remaining little stub, setting it in the metal lunch box; carefully, putting it out in the small ashtray you bought for these kinds of occasions.

You turn back to look at him, “you gonna do something about your situation?”

He hums, pulling back, arching his back like a cat when it wiggles its butt, preparing to pounce. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that. But first,” he shimmies past you, aiming for the radio.

You arch your back, watching him upside-down. “You sure you want to play your car radio?”

“Do you see any other radio here?”

A throaty chuckle escapes you, “look in my bag.”

He crawls back towards you, searching through your bag finding your small portable radio and a few cassette tapes. Once he puts in a tape, maneuvers his way back in between the passenger and driver seats to set it up.

He makes his way back to you, kneeling behind your head. Eddie leans over you with his hands on either side of your head.

You lie down, flat on your back, smiling up at him, “Hey, there VH knock off.”

“Must you always be mean?”

“I’m not mean.”

“You are,” he bends down, your noses resting side by side. He pecks the space underneath your eye.

You scrunch your nose, “come back around. I want to snuggle.”

“You don’t want me breathing on your face.”

You open your eyes, “I’m sorry, I don’t like it.” You raise your arms and loop them around the back of his head, “I know this was a sweet moment, but snuggling is better.”

“Sex is better.”

“Well, then get over here, horn dog.”

“Who says you’re not the horn dog?”

“Because I don’t have a raging boner and I’m not staring down at my own cleavage.”

“You’ve got a rockin’ body, obviously I’m gonna go crazy over it.”

“You flatter me, baby.”

“I live to please her royal highness.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet.”

He removes your hands, walking above you.

“Oh, someone’s been working out,” you reach up, swatting his butt.

He spins around, holding your wrist as he sits down between your feet, “hey, hey. No hitting the money maker.”

“Eddie, baby. I’m the only one who gets to touch the money maker.”

He lets go of your wrist, reaching for your ankles, taking off your shoes and socks. “As long as I get to touch yours.”

You slip your bare foot out of his grasp to rub his thigh. “Honey, we’re the only ones in our little neighborhood that feel each other up anytime we can.”

“True.” He kisses the inside of your bare ankle before moving up along your clothed calf and the inside of your thigh.

You stare up at the van ceiling, closing your eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation Eddie leaves on you.

He moves along the waistband of your jeans, making you think he's going to strip you of your pants. But, surprise, surprise, he's a tease.

You clench and unclench your fist in Eddie’s wild mane (the beast) when he’s within reach.

He doesn’t stop moving, leaving one hand on your right leg, holding it tight against his hip.

He kisses along your collarbone, stopping at the feeling of your chest jiggling from quiet laughter. “Why are you laughing when I’m trying to seduce the majestic and tempting siren?”

“Do you hear what’s playing?”

“I’m not listening to the music because I don’t want to miss out on the pretty noises you make.”

“Confident, are we?”

“You bring it out in me,” he adds a smile, trying to distract you from what you want to say.

“Cute but, listen… it's the inspiration for your haircut,” you snort through your nose.

More than once, you’ve mentioned that Eddie’s hair style reminds of Van Halen… more specifically, Eddie Van Halen.

He found it cute the first time you brought it up because Eddie “The Freak” Munson reminds you (the sexiest and sweetest girl he’s ever talked to, met, and touched) of a well-known rock star, that’s bitchin’.

He retaliates by moving closer to your neck, sucking on your pulse point, clearly aiming to create a hickey (or three).

You let out an airy chuckle, leaning your head back giving him more room to paint the canvas.

A mix of a moan and a hum escapes you, “as much as I’m loving this, do you wanna eat something before we get… freaky?” You try to hide in your amusement and fail while you cover your mouth with both of your hands.

He pulls away, hovering above you. “I’d prefer if you were my meal,” he rips off his denim vest, followed by his leather jacket, and hellfire club shirt, leaving his pale, tattooed chest bare.

“Someone’s getting impatient,” you comment.

“Always when it comes to you.”

“Such a smooth talker, you are.”

He lowers himself over you again. His hands on either side of your head, staring into your eyes.

Neither of you say anything for a while.

‘Aw, hell.’ You push him back.

He falls back onto his butt, “wha- Oh.”

The sight of your bra covered breasts makes him squirm; his pants are tight too tight.

He’s certainly close to covering you head to toe in hickey’s, wanting you to cover you with himself, anyway he can.

You toss your shirt off to the side before laying on your back. You scrunch your nose, wincing in pain; you push yourself up to move your hair out of the way. A satisfied sigh exits you because you don't have to worry about tugging or pulling on your hair.

“Oh, your majesty. I am here to please her royal highness as long as I can do one thing first.”

You grin at him, watching him settle himself between your legs with a charming and sexy smirk dancing across his lips.

You know exactly where he’s going with this, but you’re mean and pretend to think about it. “Hmm, how well is the peasant willing to go to please the royal court?”

He rubs your thick thigh, getting closer and closer to the one place you desperately need him. “Let’s just say tonight’s magic number is three.”

“Oh, slow night?” You tease.

“You wish. I’m just getting started.” His fingers dance across the tops of your thighs, getting closer to the buttons on your jeans. He unbuttons them, pulling down the zipper.

Finally.

He glances up at you, sure, he’s eaten you out before but, he always ALWAYS asks before and, it makes you melt every time.

You smile, leaning up on your elbows; one hand reaches for his cheek. Your thumb brushes against his cheekbone as you pull him closer to give him an encouraging kiss. Your lips smash against his, loud smacking echoes through both of your ears.

Eddie’s mouth slightly opens.

You use this to your advantage, slipping your tongue in his mouth. You can’t resist teasing him as you flick your tongue at his, wanting to give him a little payback before you massage his tongue with yours.

You know he can only handle so much before he loses it and creams his pants.

You slowly pull away and flick your tongue to the roof of his mouth, lightly tugging on his lip soon after.

A small string of saliva being the only thing to connect the two of you.

You open your eyes and rub his bottom lip with your thumb, staring at his abused, pink, wet lips. You can’t help but suck in your bottom lip, sinking your teeth into it.

The scenarios running through your head are- oh he’d die if you told him.

“Eds.”

He takes deep breathes to calm himself and prevent him from taking you like a cave man; he’s a sweet and caring guy but, he has little control over his thoughts right now.

And, who knows what he'd do if he actually let his thoughts take control.

You two would have a good time but would that be before or after he leaves a sticky, wet stain in his underwear?

He doesn't have time to focus on this (thank goodness) because his tempting, sultry, royal majesty brings him out of his thoughts.

“Eddie,” you say in a sing song voice.

He opens his eyes, even in the poorly lit van you can tell he’s horny as all hell and you want to see it live in action.

“You gonna finish taking off my pants or am I gonna do it myself?”

He scoffs, “like I would let her royal majesty do it herself. There’s a reason you have one very willing servant.”

‘There’s that Cheshire cat like smile again,’ he thinks.

“I like the way you think, baby boy.” You lean up to peck his lips once more and pull back from him, resting on your elbows.

He curls his fingers in the waistband of your jeans.

You lift your hips, letting him pull the jeans past your hips and butt before dropping back down onto the blanket. You watch as he carefully pulls your jeans down your thighs and calves, stopping when he reaches your ankles.

He removes your pant legs one by one, tossing your jeans to side, opposite of your shirt. “Wow,” he breathes out.

You tilt your head, “what?”

“I need a minute.”

“Why? You gonna cream your pants.”

“No,” he automatically replies. “Maybe- shut up.”

Your elbows are starting to hurt, you carefully move so you can rest on your back. ‘Weren’t we playing music?’ You lean you head back, arching your neck as if that’s gonna help you listen to the silent radio. You push yourself up and lean on your left elbow, reaching the radio, not paying attention to how your leg brushes against Eddie’s thigh, giving him a full view of your barely clothed, plump butt.

You reach for your bag and pull out another cassette tape, switching the Van Halen one for the Kate Bush cassette. You’re barely hitting the play button when you feel teeth lightly clamp down on the space where one butt cheek meets your thigh.

You gasp, not expecting your adorable lover to bite your ass!

“Eddie!” you giggle, tossing the Van Halen tape on your bag before resting your head on your hand. “You enjoying yourself?” You look down at him with a raised brow.

“I’m just taste testing my pre-dinner snack,” he answers with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, now I’m a snack?”

“Yep,” he moves up your body, leaving light kisses here and there, stopping when he reaches your chin. “Mystery flavor, since I haven’t had a chance to taste you yet.”

“Today, you mean. Boy, do you know how to rev a girl’s engine.”

He leans in, pecking your lips.

The sensation of cold rings and warm fingers makes you pull back.

You look down to find him pulling your lighter out of your bra. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“Never, but I think we need a candle.”

“We don’t have candles and that wouldn’t be such a smart thing to have,” you pause, hoping he’ll understand where you’re going.

He doesn’t and continues to move off you.

“In your van.”

“Then it’s a good thing, I have something we can use to improvise.”

“The royal court is impressed.”

“I always aim to please, baby.”

There’s that adorable smile you love.

“Make out?” You ask, watching him pull out the incense you bought the other day.

You find it cute that he brought it but, you’re also pretty sure that you left that it at home… in your room. You shrug, you could honestly care less if he took it.

“Someone came prepared.”

“’Course I did.” He flips open your lighter and lights it before flipping it closed with one finger, setting it in his metal lunch box.

He doesn’t want to toss it in there and you get upset. He knows how much you like this lighter. He crawls off you, placing the incense near the radio.

You pull out your crushed pack of cigarettes, snatching your lighter from the lunch box. You inhale and close your eyes.

It doesn’t take long until you feel his hands caressing your thighs and hips.

“Hey. Hey.”

You open your eyes and find him a few inches away from your face with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Blow me.”

You blow the smoke in his face as you laugh, hard enough to the point where your cheeks and stomach hurt.

Eddie wipes the tears away from the corner of your eyes, smiling sweetly at you.

“Maybe later?”

“Just know I’m not gonna forget your promise.”

“It wasn’t actually a promise but okay.” You bend one knee and look down when you think something is crawling on your leg. “You still have your jeans on?” You pout your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Take ‘em off. I don’t want to be the only one here two items away from being naked.”

He chuckles through his nose, shaking his head. “One kiss?”

“Fine, fine.”

One of his hands cup the back of your head as he leans in.

You two share another noisy, long, French kiss with a string of saliva hitting your chin after you part.

You wipe your chin while he pushes himself off you and reaches his belt. “On second thought, let me help you,” you say, placing your cigarette in the ashtray. You sit up, giving Eddie a view of your chest, jiggling with every move you make. Your hands brush against the skin of his lower belly.

He feels a shiver crawl up his spine (every and any time you touch him), this time being no different.

Once you unbuckle his belt, you’re quick to remove it, setting it off to the side. You tug on his pants as if they’ll magically ripped off.

“Pants don’t work like that, sweetheart.”

You unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper, yanking his jeans past his butt before you smack it.

He jumps, “what was that for?”

“I didn’t like your tone.”

“If you get to smack my butt then I get to smack yours.”

“You always smack mine.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “no, no. That- that doesn’t sound right.” His cheeks feel warm.

Why is it so hot all of a sudden?

“Don’t argue with royalty. Take off your shoes and pants.” You take a drag from your cigarette.

He spins around, leaning against the side door, sitting down to try and pull his pants off, even though he knows it won’t work.

You puff out the cigarette smoke with an annoyed sigh, “you know you can’t take your pants off with your shoes on. Stop trying to do it.”

“You do it then.”

You sit up, passing him the cigarette. “Enjoy this while I undress you, peasant.”

He happily takes it, enjoying the “royal treatment”.

You untie his shoelaces and pull the tongues of his high-tops out so; you can slide the shoes off a little easier. His socks and pants slip off with no difficulty. You move between his legs, leaving enough room, not wanting to hit him in the one place you’d like him to use tonight.

The feeling of your almost nude body slipping in between his legs alerts him. He looks down, tilting his head so, you’re not at this weird angle even though this is going to hurt his neck later.

Your hair tickles the outer part of his thigh after you release your makeshift ponytail.

The weight of your head on his leg brings him a sense of comfort. “You comfy?” His free hand comes to across your thighs, resting on your hip.

“Very,” you reply, wrapping your arm around the back of his waist, absent mindlessly rubbing his back.

He shivers under your touch.

You smile, closing your eyes.

“This is nice.”

“What? The fact that you have an almost naked girl on your lap- sorry- in your lap, touching you who’s also high off her ass.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes (you assume, you’re too lazy to open your eyes). “Not just that but, it’s a nice and quiet night. Probably almost curfew for younger kids but, late enough for teens to sneak out or sneak their lovers into their bedrooms-” He cuts himself off with a hard laugh that turns into a prolonged bellyaching laugh.

You open your eyes, noticing how the corners of his eyes crinkle and how perfectly his smile matches him and his personality.

The cool sensation of his rings turns your brain turn into mush, only for a second though, nothing as severe as Eddie.

“You’re cute.”

He opens his eyes, a smile still dancing across his lips. “A compliment from her majesty, I must be special.”

“You’re more than special, Eddie boy. I mean- I’m practically naked and in your lap so...”

“Yeah, like you’re going around town and doing this with every other guy our age.”

“I could be. You never know.”

“You wouldn’t,” he points out, putting the cigarette out.

You reach for his hand, placing a kiss on the back of his hand, “you’re right. I like you a little too much.”

“I guess the feelings mutual then.” He tightens his grip, squeezing your hand three times.

The hand on your hip, slowly travels up along the center of your abdomen, passing over your breastbone. His fingertips trail across the edge of your jaw so, he can rub your cheek. Eddie bends down, pecking your chin once before brushing his lips against yours.

Your fingertips barely touch his arm before getting a fistful of his beautiful wild mane (the beast). You pull your hand out of his, scratching one section of his lower back.

The harder and more intense the kiss gets; more noises slowly begin to escape you.

At this point, you’re both moaning messes and it’s driving the other crazy.

Not to mention the fact that you’ve left just enough space for him to try and thrust up, brushing against your side.

The sucky part of this (for Eddie) is that he’s not close enough to get some relief.

He’s quick to pull away, breathlessly asking if you can move closer to the middle of the van again.

You scoot to the middle, laying on the blanket.

Eddie is all but once second behind.

His body hovers over you, crowding you; you enjoy and welcome it. He kisses along the bottom of your jaw making his way back up to your luscious and addicting lips. One hand rubs up and down along the side of your body while his tongue pokes through his lips, barely touching you but, you know exactly what he wants to do.

You open your mouth a little more, giving him enough room to slip in.

The two of you brush your tongues against one another’s.

The moans coming from you vibrate against his mouth and tongue, giving him an even more ego boosting thrill.

Oh, this is so going to be brought up again, you know it.

The only noise the two of you can hear, beside the music, is your sloppy kiss.

He slowly, not realizing what he was doing, begins to grind against the thin, small piece of cloth keeping the two of you apart (besides his own underwear). He pulls back and kisses along the column of your neck; slowly sucking more hickeys on your collarbone- basically, anywhere he could reach.

You know your gonna look like a cheetah or a spotted leopard or something and you could care less about what your hickey covered body will look like tomorrow.

Right now, the feeling of him sucking, biting, licking, and kissing you is driving you insane.

You start moving your hips, now realizing that you’re grinding against him, aiming to match his rhythm.

It’s not going so well because one second, you’ll feel him and the next he’ll feel you; it’s starting to get annoying, not being in sync.

You kiss along his shoulder at a slow pace, moving closer to the base of his neck and collarbone area, close to a few of his tattoos.

Eddie places light kisses on your shoulder, letting you take your time as you mark him.

The thought of waking up the next day and seeing hickey’s left behind by you, drives him wild.

He loves when you use your fingertips to lightly trace along the “sexy bruises”, the butterflies in his tummy flutter ten times harder than normal.

You suck on his neck, moving around aiming to create a shape.

Last time you were able to make a smiley face which Eddie took a polaroid of (or two, it’s one of your favorite pictures of him).

The marks on his neck will for sure let anyone who looks at him, know that he’s taken, and is certainly not open for any rendezvous.

Your teeth lightly scrap against the first, slowly forming hickey; you move to the side of his neck to make a few more.

Eddie groans, he can’t handle this, he can’t let you mark him up anymore. Honestly, he doesn’t want to move but he wants you to feel good too.

He wants to please her royal majesty and impress the royal court. He reluctantly moves his head away from you, groaning into the blanket and you. His chest heaves with every deep breath he takes, God, he can’t take this anymore. He kisses and sucks on the skin above where the fabric of your bra rests to contain your pillowy, soft breasts.

You feel him sigh against you before he leans back, resting the back of his thighs on his calves and heels.

He rubs your thighs.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask with a whining tone.

He smirks, “I want to torture you.”

“You do that, and you torture the both of us, you know.”

“Oh, believe me, I know.”

You push yourself up in an upright position to take off your bra, but groan instead.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks, thinking something’s wrong.

“Oh, you know, just my bra is being a bitch and went up so, now I have to pull it down and unhook it. I hate bras.”

“But you look so cute,” he pouts.

You pause your movements to throw a fake glare in his direction. “Sucking up is not going to get you any closer to fucking me. It’s happening one way or another. Don’t rush the process.”

You pull down the band of your bra and unclasp the hook, sliding the straps of your bra past your shoulders and off your arms completely. You carefully pull the cups of your bra off, removing (the “over the shoulder boulder holder”) completely.

You groan, rubbing your semi sore breasts. You can hear the change in his breathing and find him staring at you with his mouth agape. “Did I break your brain, again?” You ask.

He’s quick to shake his head, “no, no. Wow- uh- would you- uh- would it- can I?”

“Horn dog.” You lay back, letting out a content sigh at the feeling of his kisses and his hands massaging your breasts.

He takes his time, kissing your breast wherever he can, moving down until he’s close enough to your nipple. He takes the bud into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as he starts grinding against you with a little more pressure.

A few moments later he switches, making sure both of your breasts have the same treatment.

One hand cups the back of his head while your free hand wonders down his body, stopping to rest on his thigh. You give him a few encouraging squeezes.

This just seems to rev his engine because he teasingly bites on your nipple.

You gasp, lightly smacking his thigh.

He removes his mouth from you with a pop.

You pout.

He clicks his tongue and squishes your cheeks, “Don’t pout. You’re too pretty to pout.” He doesn’t let go of your cheeks.

“I wouldn’t be pouting if someone could get a move on,” which comes out as a bunch of mumbles.

“So, bossy.” He loosens his grip, sliding his hand down, passing your throat not before giving you a gentle squeeze.

You barely have a second to blink when you feel him kissing you again.

Naturally you start kissing him back, neither of you could resist one another's seductive kisses.

You lift your head off the ground to chase after his luscious lips. You let out a quiet whine as he trails down your chest and stomach. He stops to suck in a few different places on your stomach, near a couple of your stretch marks.

He takes his sweet ass time getting to your aching core.

The hand you have in his hair tightens ever so slightly. “Eddie, if you don’t take my fucking underwear off right now. I’m going to get dressed and take care of myself at home. I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again.”

He's quick to remove your cute cotton and lace panties and puts them in a place only he'd know about. Eddie kisses up your inner leg, focusing more on your thighs as he kneels between your legs.

He doesn't start touching your slit, he wants to take his time with you... more like tease you to the point where your noisy and very VERY vocal.

His brain finally caught up with what he heard, “you’ve gotten yourself off before?”

You nod, one of your hands lays beside your head. “Yes, girls do it but, they don’t talk about it because it’s like frowned upon or some stupid bullshit like that. I honestly could care less. I mean, I’ve walked in on you before.”

He nods, lying flat on his stomach. His head pops up, his breath is so close to your wet and warm pussy. “Yeah- wait- you have?”

You nod, lightly pushing on his head, hoping he’ll get the hint. “Yeah but, then I turned around and walked out the door to give you privacy and so you could finish before I scared the shit out of you,” you say with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, so, that’s how we’re doing this.”

“Doing what- oh.” You suck in a deep breath, the feeling of Eddie’s talented tongue swiping up not once, not twice, but three times against your slit, is more than enough to shut you up for the time being.

You close your eyes, letting him "enjoy his pre-dinner snack". You groan, not in a good way, you’re annoyed. "Eddie- oh my god," you let out a throaty moan. "Oh- fuck- Eddie you gotta stop for a- mmm- a minute, baby."

He pushes himself up, resting on all fours. "What's wrong?"

"You are more than wonderful, and we've barely begun but, I need you to make sure the doors are locked real quick."

"Now?"

"I've already admitted I've got some sort of secret kink about us being caught but I would quite literally die of embarrassment if we actually did. Please, just check- check the doors."

"Alright. Alright." He spins around locking the doors.

"Thank you- mmm." You chuckle into the kiss, your hands are on either side of his face, pushing him away. “Mkay, lover boy.” You huff, shaking his head, “you certainly know how to take a girl’s breath away.”

“And her royal majesty certainly knows how to boost my ego.” He disappears from your view, a kiss placed here and there before he licks your slit.

He’s teasing you like he's never teases you before, purposely missing your bundle of nerves.

You roll your hips.

His hand makes his way to your stomach holding you down with a little force to keep you in place.

You whine, your free hand reaches for the one on your stomach, curling your fingers around any part of his hand you can grasp.

He slips his hand out of your hold, using his thumb to slowly circle your clit.

He moves his head up to look at you and sighs. “What is it?”

You shake your head, “nothing- it’s- it’s nothing. You’re doing a spectacular job. Keep going… please.”

He doesn’t stop rubbing your bud when he moves up your body, hovering over you.

The hand you were holding now rests beside your head, your hand latches onto his forearm.

“That’s not the face you made when I ate you out yesterday.”

You huff, looking away from him. You know your cheeks are as red as the demonic face on his hellfire shirt. “I could have,” you weakly argue.

“No, no,” he shakes his head, slowly speeding up the pace.

You gulp.

“I know the faces you make because I can’t take my eyes off of my pretty girl when she looks fucked out of her mind.”

“Your rings,” you mumble.

His thumb makes a figure eight pattern. “What was that?”

“Your rings.”

“What about them?”

“Could you take them off before you…”

“Don’t get all shy on me now. You were just cracking jokes about blowing like five minutes ago.”

“It was not five minutes ago,” you suck in a deep breath, sighing out, “oh.”

He licks his bottom lip, the sight of you throwing your head back with your eyes rolling into the back of your head, it’s just- it’s beautiful.

“I-” you grumble an incoherent sentence. “Ugh- I don’t want your rings to fall in?”

He can’t hold it in his amusement and chuckles. “What?”

“I don’t want you to lose your ri-”

He speeds up the pace on your clit before slowing down again.

“Don’t want your rings inside me. Please, save me from the embarrassing hospital visit.” You open your dilated eyes, whining to your hearts content. “Please. Please. Please. Eddie- Ed- Ed.”

He’s an ass and moves at an even slower pace.

You groan, “no!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you asked me to take off my rings.”

“You could have asked me to take them off.”

“Yeah, but then I’d never see them again.”

“I’m gonna fuck you up tonight, Munson,” you threaten with your eyes half closed.

“Promise?”

“You’re gonna cry from how sore you are tomorrow.”

“So are you.”

You take deeps breaths to calm yourself.

Eddie is cockier; sure, he’s taken care of you before, made sure you were left satisfied and less stressed but, this- this is what gets him moving. But he has to slow down, or you’ll be left to fend yourself (as if that would ever happen).

His warmth leaves the space above you, you want to make a noise of protest. He slides his thumb to the side, opening you up so he can have a proper taste. His free hand clamps down onto the outer part of your thigh, pulling it flush against his shoulder.

You reach for his wild mane (the beast), both hands cupping the back of his head.

He blows on your bundle of nerves, glancing up at you. He wets his bottom lip, ducking his head down to kitten lick at your clit.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head even though they’re already closed.

You’re not usually noisy and yet the quiet, low moans continue to spill out, further adding onto his ego boost.

He switches from toying with your bundle to licking long stripes up your slit and vice versa. He pulls away, spitting on your sensitive bud as he swipes his thumb from side to side.

“That’s,” you deeply inhale, chest heaving as you try to let out an even breath. “That’s new.”

He smiles, wrapping his lips around your clit, humming in agreement.

You squeeze his hair; the vibrations send tingles all throughout your body.

The hand on your thigh kneads your flesh. His unoccupied hand pulls your other thigh over his shoulder before he slips his hand between you and him, wanting to play with you a little more. He slowly eases the tip of his finger into your warm entrance.

You let out a content sigh when he moves at a nice and easy pace, knowing it won’t be long until he adds another finger.

You don’t know how long it’s been; it feels like it’s been hours since he started.

You can feel yourself clenching around his fingers; your hips and pelvis are starting to become sore, but you’re on the verge of orgasming.

You try to shift your hips or one leg or- you don’t know because he speeds up the pace, distracting you.

His fingers plow into you like a jackhammer as he slowly starts sucking on your buzzing bundle of nerves. He moves the hand on your thigh down, kneading the flesh of your plump behind.

You move your other thigh off his shoulder. Your hands grip his hair harder but even in your hazy mind, you make sure not to tug on it, not wanting to cause him any pain. Your breathing becomes shallower, moans escape from the back of your throat. You can’t stop yourself; your hips roll into his mouth.

Eddie lets out some noises.

You can’t hear him over yourself but, the vibrations against your clit just about send you over the edge. You remove your hands from his hair, clenching the blanket between your shaking fists. You let out noises you’ve never made (before your lover boy). “Oh,” you exhale, extending the ‘O’.

“Eds, Eds.” You cry out, “Eddie!” Your chest heaves for less than a minute. You whine at the feeling of Eddie rubbing his thumb on your overly sensitive bud. You open your eyes, look down, and find the cocky little shit still laying between your shaky legs.

He knows your looking, his dilated eyes shift up to yours. His head resting on the palm of his hand, he has the audacity to try and look innocent. “Hey, there pretty girl. How are you feeling?”

You push his forehead away, moving his other hand onto your thigh with a grunt.

You cover your eyes with the top of your forearm.

The shaking of the van alerts you but, you could care less about what he’s doing… okay, that’s a lie. “What are you doing?”

“This thing sucks. Why’d you buy it again?”

“Don’t hate.”

“I’m not.” He makes his way back to you, most likely lying on his side, looking like that one famous painting with the hands, you weren’t paying attention when your teacher mentioned it.

Your arm hangs above your head. You open your eyes, “what are you doing with my arm?”

“I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

You slide your hand down, threading your fingers through his, bringing your hands down.

He slides his hand out from yours, brushing the hair away from your forehead. “How are you feeling?” His eyes study you, taking in your post orgasm glow. “Tired?” His lips twitch, tugging upwards into a smile.

“Someone’s cocky.”

“Hell, yeah. I practically made you scream and the night’s still young.” He rolls onto his back, placing his hands behind his head.

You smack his chest, hiding your face in the tattooed portion of his chest. “Why am I with you again?”

“I’m amazing?”

Your lift your head, raising a brow.

His wraps an arm around your shoulder and upper back, his fingertips making random shapes.

You change your position, moving to lean on your elbow; your other hand rests on his chest, close to his nipple, giving you access to pinch it.

He screeches, swatting your hand off him, rubbing the now sore spot. “What was that for?”

“That cocky attitude.”

“You- what?”

You tilt your head, an innocent smile dances across your lips.

“Oh- oh, you’re evil.”

“No, I’m not. You just can’t handle being put in your place.”

He snorts, “we both know that’s not true.”

Your hand lays flat against his chest, right above his heart, “Eds.”

“Yeah?”

“Take off your underwear.”

“If that’s what her royal highness wants,” he smirks, tossing the clothing item off to the side.

You push yourself off your side and settle between his legs, rubbing his thighs.

He moves his head to the side, eyeing you.

“What are you up to?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“I feel like there’s something more to it.”

“I’m going to keep my promise and blow your mind.”

“Pretty sure, you said you would blow me.”

The two of you have a short staring contest before you slowly move your hand closer to his cock.

Your fingers curl around his aching member.

He’s close to breaking eye contact but, doesn’t want to.

You flutter your lashes as you move your hand up, swirling your thumb around his tip.

His bottom lip disappears.

You know he’s biting on his bottom lip, distracting himself to make sure he doesn’t look away.

But it’s you… touching him, he’s so close to becoming a big pile of goo.

“Are you okay?”

“Just peachy,” he throws his head back.

“Okay.” You bend down, taking tip in your mouth to suck him, not for long though.

“Tease.”

“You need to learn to be quiet. You’ve never been this talkative before,” your thumb rubs against the vein on the underside of his cock. You can feel how his thighs clench while you rub them. “Certainly not this talkative yesterday. What changed?” You switch from the vein to his red tip and vice versa. “Hmm?”

“I don’t- know?”

“Is that a question or an answer?”

He groans, rolling his hips, practically fucking himself in your hand.

You quietly chuckle to yourself, pushing on his thigh. “Okay, okay. Slow down, don’t want you to explode your load too fast.”

He rolls his head to the side, watching you. Eddie wants to say something but, he can’t, you’re making his brain go foggy.

An idea comes to mind. “Or do we?” You lower your head to lick him up from the base of his cock up to his leaking tip. The hand on his thighs moves up onto his hip before traveling up his tense belly, you reach up, pinching his nipple.

He smacks the top of your hand, “hey.”

You stop and rub your thumb against his nipple like he did to your sensitive bud earlier. You cover his tip with your mouth, going down as far as you can, stroking what you couldn’t reach.

Eddie closes his eyes.

You switch hands for you to be able to reach for your bag, grabbing the bottle of lube you had.

The click of the bottle opening alerts him.

He looks down, staring at you with furrowed brows. “What are you-”

You pull off him with a pop, shushing him as you coat his spit covered cock. “It’s a surprise.” You adjust your position, lifting up your breasts, setting them on either side of his cock, moving up and down against him.

“Oh- oh- god.”

You smirk, leaning down as far you can to kitten lick him whenever he’s close enough.

If he wasn’t close to coming, he sure as fuck is now.

His hips chase after you, faster you anticipated, you don’t mind. The noises he’s making are coming out more frequently.

You know he’s on the verge of spilling all over you, you smirk at the thought. You scoot back, leaning down to suck him dry.

You don’t move the hand you have on the base of his cock as he jackhammers into your mouth. You have to pull away a little, so he doesn’t make you gag on him too much.

Your free hand reaches under, fondling his balls sending him over the edge. You have move quickly to hold down his hips as his spunk spills into your mouth.

He doesn’t completely wait until you’ve gotten the rest of his spunk down your throat before gingerly yanking your hips closer to him.

You take deep breathes, aiming to not choke even though Eddie would absolutely love that.

You carefully pull him out of your mouth, placing your hand over your mouth, not wanting to waste anything in your mouth. You tilt your head back and swallow.

You keep your hand over your mouth, looking down at his oily, warm face.

He moves your hand away, searching to see if you may have missed something (as if).

You pet the top of his head, “you, okay?”

“Am I okay? Are you really asking if I’m, okay?”

“Should I not ask?”

“You are way more than royalty, baby.” He stretches his neck but, doesn’t kiss you right away. He nips at your chin and the corners of your lips before you reach for him.

You hold his chin in place long enough for you to lock lips with him.

This kiss is much slower than the others you’ve shared so far tonight, almost like he wants to savor you.

“Should I ask why you had lube with you?”

You pull back enough for you to still feel his lips on yours, neither of you open your eyes.

He reaches up to cup your breast as he plays with your nipple; his other hand trails down, circling your clit. Drawing figure eights at that fucking slow and teasing pace he knows drives you crazy.

“Nope,” you peck his lips.

The vibrations of your chuckle against his lips get him to smile.

You close your eyes, your breathing changes into shaky breathes.

That’s all Eddie needs to hear.

The circling around your throbbing bundle feels spectacular, which isn’t that much of a surprise, his touch never fails to light you up.

“Can’t you just stick it in?” You ask with a whining tone.

He lets out a snort, “Stick it in? How mature of you.”

“Eddie,” you groan, reaching for the back of his neck as he leaves light kisses along your shoulder.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles.

“I will happily take the pain if it means you could fuck me faster.” You shudder and he moves his finger away from your bundle, trailing his finger down to slip it in, gathering some of your slick.

He’s sneaky, you’ve come to realize this every time your together.

He trails his fingers back up, slathering your clit with yourself.

He loves listening to your noises. More specifically the ones that escape you before you can stop them.

He reaches for the bottle of lube, applying a small dollop of it to his fingers before easing his digits into you, wanting you to be more prepared for him. “I don’t want to hurt you. So, stop talking and enjoy my fingers, baby.”

“Eddie,” you grind your hips down on him, hoping he’ll get the message and go faster.

“I bet your glistening,” he whispers, placing kisses along the bottom of your chin and jaw.

You moan and huff as if this isn’t enough but secretly, you’re enjoying this.

He switches between circling his finger around your clit and dipping it in you; sometimes he’ll be a little shit and go at a mind numbing and unpredictable pace. One moment he’ll speed up his pace before he slows down, torturing you (and him) even more. “How are we feeling?”

“Like I need more,” you whine, on the verge of bouncing in his lap (and he knows it).

He hums, “you want more?”

“Yes! Yes! God, please, yes!”

He chuckles against your shoulder and circles your bundle with two fingers before he travels down.

You grind your hips harder against his hand. You’re breathing becomes more uneven. You’re so close, your hand wraps around his moving wrist.

Eddie switches his hand position when you start clenching around his digits. He pulls his fingers out of your hot center, placing his thumb to circle your bud and slips his fingers back into you.

You sigh, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, your head drops. You close your eyes, rocking your hips against him as you chase the familiar sensation. Your breathing becomes labored, and you suck in your bottom lip, teeth digging into the soft skin. “Oh. Oh. Eddie. Eddie,” is all that can escape you. You're grinding on his hand harder than before.

If Eddie hadn’t moved his hand off your breast to hold onto your waist, you wouldn’t be in his lap right now.

Your chest heaves, your heart is beating at a million miles a minute.

You try to call out his name again, but only incoherent words are all that comes out of you.

He breathlessly chuckles against your ear, “I know. I know. I’m amazing.” His eyes move down your body, watching as his fingers slip in and out of you.

He’s close too, he's trying hard to keep himself from finishing before you.

He moves his hand underneath your thick thigh.

You try to scoff but with him stimulating both, your sensitive bundle and his digits moving in and out of your warm core, you’re lucky to huff at his comment.

He can see how desperate you are with the way your brows furrow together and how your eyes flutter shut.

He has to take a deep breath to calm himself before he blows his load.

There it is.

The hand clutching his moving wrist soon starts to clench around it, leaving behind half-moon crescent shapes. “Eddie. Oh- Eddie, please.” You’re so close, so, so close.

He looks up, watching you furrow your brows. He’s feeling generous and decides to give you what you want. “I know, let go, your majesty.”

And you certainly do, not quietly that’s for sure.

You twitch, trying to push Eddie’s hand away.

Eddie couldn’t contain himself and locks lips with you, swallowing almost all of your pretty noises.

He leans in, giving you eskimo kisses. “Hey, hey. Calm down. I’ll slow down.” He does as he told you he would but, doesn’t remove his fingers from you.

“You gotta stop or else I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Maybe I want that to happen.”

You chuckle, “you’re crazy. Oh,” you moan, “too much, too much.” You pull his hand away from you, hovering it above your thigh, not wanting to get messy and sticky so soon.

Eddie has a solution and moves his hand off you, giving you a few moments to collect yourself. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think?”

“Seriously?” You watch him lick his fingers clean.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna waist the sweet taste of my pre-dinner snack.”

“Charming.” You take a few minutes to get out of your post orgasm state. Once you’ve returned to your normal self, you push yourself off him.

He’s nice (for the moment) and helps you off him.

“I did good, then?” He asks with a cocky and timid tone.

You lay on your side, reaching for your cigarettes giving Eddie a nice view of- well, you.

You take a drag and blow the smoke out off to the side for you to talk to him. “My knees hurt, and my thighs are shaky.”

He turns, facing you, “ooo, tempting. Smack my ass or smother me with your thighs? Both sound good. Let’s definitely do both.”

You scoff through your nose, “I don’t know whether to smack you or smother you.”

You shake your head, “I can’t go one second without you joking, huh.”

“I live to take your breath away… one way or another.” He leans closer, invading your personal space.

“Oh- seriously?” You push him back.

He moves back, resting his head in his palm, letting you finish your smoke.

Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, holding you flush against his chest. He smiles up at you, “hello, gorgeous.”

You roll over to put the cigarette out, turning back to find an empty space where Eddie should be.

You feel his hands on your hips, scooting you closer. You know what he wants and sit back on his lap.

“You,” you poke your index finger into his forehead, “almost gave me a heart attack.”

“A good one?”

“What heart attack is good?” He purses his lips in deep thought, “true. How about,” he pulls you closer to whisper in your ear, “I take your breath away instead?”

“Eds?”

“Hmm?”

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’m walking home.”

He snorts, “yeah, like I would let you walk away.”

“Do you…”

He raises his brows, “do I?”

“Do you have any sort of protection?”

He snuggles closer to you, “I mean, I have a lighter and a beer bottle I could probably break-”

You smack his shoulder. “No, dumbass! Do you have any condemns?”

He’s dragging his nose along the side of your neck, kissing the corner of your mouth. ��Oh. Yeah, tons.”

Your brows knit together as you give him a look.

“No, I just- I bought some this morning,” he mumbles.

“Are they in your van?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to get them?”

“I did. I’m ready. See.”

You glance down and see that he is more than ready. “You sure you don’t want me to-”

“You blow me again and it’ll be over in less than a second.”

“How are you gonna survive this?”

“I’m not gonna think about that right now?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, cupping his cheek, “why? You gonna-”

He pushes himself against you, leaning into you as he captures your lips with his, effectively shutting you up.

You open your mouth giving him more access.

His tongue enters your mouth, rubbing against yours.

“Okay, I think I’m prepared enough for you. Please. Please, fuck me,” you say against his lips.

He reaches down rubbing his cock against your slit. The feeling his cock rutting against you gets you hot and bothered ten times more than before.

You reach down for his wrist, tightening your grip by a tiny amount when he doesn’t stop moving. You kiss along the corner of his mouth, his chin, making sure to leave behind a hickey right underneath his ear lope, tugging on it, knowing full what it does to him.

Eddie groans.

You pout your lips, “you okay, baby?”

“Terrific. You done?”

“I’ve been waiting on you.”

“Prepare to eat your words.”

“I’d rather eat something else.”

“Stop talking.” He takes hold his aching cock, lining himself against your warm entrance, rubbing himself against you some more. “You think you can stay quiet for me?”

“I think the real question is, can you?” You ask.

“Probably not.” Eddie reaches for hips, gripping you tightly, needing something to hold onto. He also wants to stop you needs to stop you from moving. “Now, I need you to stop talking.”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to. I think I’m gonna serenade you with a so- o- ng.”

He smirks as he pushes in the tip of cock into you. “Well, well, look at that. You can stop talking.”

You close your eyes and bite your bottom lip.

Eddie thinks you’re in pain and stops, his mouth is open as if he's gonna talk.

You’re quick to shush him, “oh no. You are not stopping now. I’m good and I would be a hell of a lot better if we got this party started.”

He nods.

You roll your hips, trying to grind against him. You slowly slide down onto aching cock. You cry out, squeezing wherever and whatever you could reach. You carefully move up and down, starting to set a steady pace, not wanting to lose your stamina too fast.

Your nails rake across the back of his shoulders, that’ll most likely turn into pink or red lines (he’ll savior the stinging when he takes a shower and looks at them in the mirror). You fall against him, unable to yourself up.

You struggle to move faster, still a little on edge from before and the fact that your legs are close to feeling like jello, doesn’t help.

Little noises escape the both of you when you start bouncing on his cock.

You can’t help but moan, he’s just- “oh my god.”

He wraps his arm around your back. One hannd reaches up to hold onto the base of your neck.

Your hips stutter, it's s like your knees are gonna give out.

“Hold on.”

“Why?” You ask with a whine.

“Your knees are gonna be even more sore tomorrow if you don’t let me do my thing.”

You hold him at arm length, “do your thing?”

He shushes you, petting your hair, “let me make you feel good, pretty girl.”

“You make a tempting offer.”

“I’ll let you use me.”

“I… don’t hate that idea.”

The little shit that he is, slows down the pace, wanting to try something different, even though it’s torturing the both of you.

He maneuvers himself to lay down, gripping your waist tighter than he did before, moving your hips, getting you moving into a certain rhythm.

Eddie knows you’re going to keep fighting on even though your knees are even more sore (than he hopes) and with the way you feel clenching around him doesn’t help.

He plants his feet down and each of his hands moving to squeeze your supple behind, forcing you to bounce on his pretty and angry cock.

You push yourself up into the push part of a pushup not wanting to put your whole-body weight on him. And your hips meet his halfway. “I don’t think- this is the time- to try edging. Eddie. Eddie.”

You groan into his shoulder.

He wants to argue, wants to tell you it could be fun, but you bounce back, clenching around his hard member. It's more than enough to get him to agree with you.

His hips lift off the blanket as he jackhammers into you.

You clench the blanket in your shaky fists. “Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.”

The noises vibrate against his skin. He speeds up faster than either of you thought he could go. A groan coming from him here and there.

One hand moves from waist, across your hip, past your belly, closer to (one of his) favorite places on you.

He turns his head slightly, “come on- on your majesty. Let- let go for me,” he groans in your ear.

“Let go for me, pretty girl.”

You moan his name; your hips grind against him faster as you chase the growing sensation in your lower belly.

Eddie wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him so, your chest-to-chest. The moans escaping him and the fact that he’s pistoling into your warmth tells you he’s close.

You lazily push yourself up, looking into his half-closed eyes. Your hand reaches for the top of his head and scrunch his hair, your nails scratch his scalp, and a guttural moan emanates from the back of his throat. “Come on, peasant. You gonna let go for me?” You nip at his jaw, getting closer to his lips, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth.

You love to watch him come undone because he can’t keep quiet.

“Stop talking,” he mutters against your mouth.

You smirk, sitting up, trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach (which clenches at your light touch). You lean off to the side, putting more of your weight on that hand.

He doesn’t like that and grabs your hand placing it on his abdomen, “don’t- don’t do th- at.”

“I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.”

“I’d happily be sore,” he groans, “sore, if it meant I could- I could remember tonight.”

You let out a sweet “aww” and decide he’s been good for you and deserved this.

The pace of your hips is enough to drive him crazy, he’s already on edge and you speeding up the process is just- his mind is getting hazy again.

You watch as his expression turns into one of pleasure. You smirk, seeing him look up at you like he’s been fucked out of his mind and the way his hips chase after what he’s longing for; it’s not hard to feel pretty fucking confident in yourself and your skills.

His noises are exiting him faster and his hips- God his hips. One of his hand’s snakes it’s way to the back of your neck. He strains his neck up just to be able to kiss you.

You angle your head closer to Eddie, wanting to swallow the string of pretty noises spilling out of him. You move your head back.

He whines, his lips shift into a pout.

"I don’t want you to hurt your pretty little neck.”

“I don’t care.”

You don’t argue this time.

His hips slam into yours, stay still as he spills himself into the condom.

He slows down, giving you a few moments to catch your breath.

You open your eyes to find him studying you. You both raise an arm to cup each other’s cheeks before resting your foreheads together.

You try to push yourself off him, he doesn’t let that happen and wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you. “Let go,” you push his arms off you and almost, reluctantly remove him from your core. You lay on your back, grunting at the loss of him, feeling empty.

He curls himself into your side. "Is the royal court impressed?" He asks before lowering his head onto your breast, sucking on your soft skin.

“We’re both out of breath and I don’t think I need to steal any of yours."

It’s sweet moments like this that make the butterflies in your stomach (both of your stomachs) flutter ten times harder and get your hearts beating at a hundred a million miles a minute.

He tries to lean in to kiss you again, but you stop him.

"Maybe I want you to steal my breath, seeing as you already take it away whenever you look at me.”

You chuckle, tugging on his wrist down your face, placing it on your abdomen. You lay on your side with one hand on his chest and the other twirling a piece of his hair. “You’re so fucked out. You’re talking way too sweet to me.”

He shakes his head, “no, no. I mean, yeah I am but, I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while now.”

“And now seemed like a good time?”

“Yeah.”

You lower your head, laughing into his shoulder. “You’re so weird but, I love that about you.” You peck his lips, scooting up to turn off your radio and place it near your bag so you don’t forget it.

You lay on your stomach, resting your head on your arms, closing your eyes.

Eddie removes the condom and ties it, setting it- God knows where… you’ll find out sooner or later.

The blanket covering your lower half gets you to open your eyes.

You scoff, “as if. I’d much rather, blow you again.”

You find Eddie beside you with his head in his palm, smiling down at you.

“Hey, pretty girl. Don’t close your eyes, I don’t want you falling asleep on me now.”

He zones out, his brain is foggy.

You purse your lips, “I did it again. Damn.” Your eyes go down his body, eyeing his tattoos and his not so flaccid cock. You smirk, licking your lips, you glance up at his frozen face. You lean close to him, “Eds, you still with me?”

He gulps, nodding.

“I’d like a yes or no to my question, okay?”

He blinks once before shaking his head. “Really?” He takes a deep breath, lying on his back, gesturing for you to lay on him. “As much as I’d love another bj,” his fingertips trace random shapes on your mid-back, “I think we should wait. Give me a break. I was close to dying back there.”

You snort, “where? You seemed perfectly fine from where I was.”

“Yeah, that’s called acting.”

“Oh, so now you’re an actor?”

“I’d like to think I was manifesting a little bit of my Dungeon Master skills but, we could say that instead.”

You shake your head, “I’m in love with an idiot,” you mutter against him.

“You’re what?”

“Nothing.”

“No, don’t do that.” He rolls over, lying above you with a smile stretching his lips into a wide smile, “you just confessed that you love me.”

You shake your head, “I did not.”

“You totally did. You just confessed your undying love for me.”

“I did not say undying love-”

His smile softens into a boyish grin, something you’ve only seen when he’s with you. "If it makes you feel any better," he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, "I have feelings for you, ones only reserved for you. I mean, if you want to classify what I feel for you, you could say it’s also found in the fine print."

“It’s implied. Read between the lines and fine print. It’s right there.”

You giggle, smacking his shoulder.

You close your eyes and lean forward letting his slightly sweaty forehead touch yours. Your heart races, you can't wipe the smile off your face.

He leans in, placing a light kiss on your lips.

"I love you."

He throws his head back, looking up at the ceiling of his van, "oh, thank God."

You scoff, smacking his shoulder, "you're an idiot."

"Yeah, but I'm an idiot in love with my absolutely gorgeous and loving pretty girl. I mean, I could go on and on but, I don’t want to bore you with the details."

You giggle, snuggling further into his side.

You two lay like this for a while before deciding it’s time to go back to his place, eat your cold dinner, clean yourselves up and go to sleep.

You wake up before Eddie and find that he's practically covering you with his entire body.

He’s got one arm wrapped around your chest, holding onto your side boob. His other arm is under your head, most likely asleep.

You lift your head, removing his arm, setting it above your head.

Both of his legs are wrapped around one of yours.

His head rests on your left breast, on top of your heart. Now that you think about it, he’s basically cocooning you with himself.

You smile, placing a gentle kiss on top of his head, rubbing the back of his neck. You shift your leg a little, freezing when you feel his morning wood resting against your thigh. You sigh, looking around his room to pass the time.

Your eyes land on the mirror, finding a glimpse of the two of you. Your eyes widen, covering your mouth as you gasp; your mouth is still agape. You slide your hand down onto his shoulders and back, fingers trailing along the irritated pink and red lines.

Eddie groans.

The sunlight escaping through his poorly closed blinds is disturbing his wonderful slumber, not to mention your light touch is- it’s not helping his situation.

He stretches and rolls his hips, groaning when his cock ruts against your thick, marked thigh.

"Eds, you awake?" You whisper.

"Yeah."

"Can you sit up?"

He turns his head into you, mumbling, "do I have to?"

"I need to see your back, baby."

He reluctantly pushes himself off you, careful to not press any part on you. He sits up, crossing his legs, his face still in your direction.

You gasp and chuckle, covering your mouth when you see what you did to his chest, collarbone, and lower neck area.

He's about to ask what happened when you reach to touch him.

"I made a heart."

"A heart?"

"Of hickey’s," you snort, rubbing the one on his collarbone.

"What?"

"Go look in the mirror."

He gets off the bed, rubbing his eyes. He stands in front of his crowded mirror, carefully removing his precious guitar, so he can get can see what you’re talking about. He chuckles when he sees it and traces the pattern. He wants to turn around and tease you, but he can't. He loves this too much- loves you.

You stand behind him and push his shoulders, so he'll hunch over. "Eddie, how are your shoulders and your back?"

"Uh, both were fine until you pushed me."

"I'm serious. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You've got scratches on your back."

"Obviously."

"No, I mean like scratches. It looks like a couple of them were bleeding. Oh, Eds, I scratched you real bad. This might sting when you take a shower."

He chuckles and spins around to cup your cheeks.

You reach up, holding onto his wrists.

"I love any mark you leave on me. It gives me something to remember you by." He pecks your lips, pulling away from you to try and look at his back.

"That's sweet but, you do realize I live practically across from you."

"Yeah, but it's still too far."

"Suck up. Oh my god!"

"What?" He gives up. He almost trips over his feet as you push him to the side, he's lucky to catch himself and prevent any injuries.

"I look like a fucking cheetah or- or one of those leopards."

He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach, resting his head on yours. "Good. Now, everyone can come up with another reason why they should call me freak."

"Ow." You push his head off you, "you've got a heavy head and a bony chin when you talk, it hurts. And, if anyone calls you freak it's because they're jealous and can never understand the rules of D&D."

"That's true. Now turn around and give his royal highness a smooch."

"Oh, God no." You remove his arms from you. "Never say that again. That was terrible. Also, there's only one royal highness here and that's me."

"Of course, how could I forget?"

You lay down on his bed, close to putting the covers on when your adorable boy snatches them from you.

"How about the peasant treats her royal highness to a special royal treat?"

"I don't know. Last night took a lot out of me- oh." You place a hand over your mouth, hoping to quiet down the noises that only Eddie can get you to make. "Eds," your voice wavers as you whisper. "Your uncle-" you cut yourself off with a groan.

"Not who I want you to think about while I devour you but, okay."

You yank on the fistful of hair you have in your grasp hard.

He groans against you.

You’re just making him harder and harder at this point.

"We’ll be- you know, please let go of my hair for a minute. Thank you- well be fine. We've got some time to kill." He kisses the side of your neck, whispering, "I'm leaving a heart on you this time."

You giggle before it turns into a moan. You cup the sides of his face, pulling him up to look at you, “what if I blow your mind while I suck the life out of your cock?” You nibble on your lip, tracing the shape of his tattoos on his chest.

His mind is blank.

“Yeah,” he whispers before clearing his throat. “Yeah. Please? I mean, only if you’re okay with that. Should I be this excited?”

You let out an airy chuckle, shaking your head. “Why are acting like I didn’t just do this last night?”

He doesn’t respond and lowers his head, breaking eye contact with you.

You can’t keep your hands to yourself and crash your lips on his, giving him a slow, sensual kiss. You want to leave him a tingling mess. You move away from his mouth, kissing along the sides of his neck before shuffling down his rockin’ bod. You ask him to lay on his back.

He is more than happy to do. Your hand rubs his thigh in a comforting manner, settling yourself between his legs.

While stroking his cock up and down, you look up, “If my knees hurt even worse, I’m blaming you.”

He offers you a teasing smile, “I’ll happily carry you wherever you want to go.”

“Cute, but I think you’d have a hard time holding me longer than five minutes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve got a little more skin than any of the other girls around here and I love your body and please, please know I love your body but, I don’t think you’re secretly lifting weights. I’m a curvy girl- and before you say anything, I like it. I like my curves. I just don’t want you hurting yourself by trying to carry me.” You bring your hand up, circling his leaking tip.

He loses his breath and closes his eyes. “I’m gonna prove you wrong later.”

“Okay,” you say although your tone doesn’t match the word you used.

“I am,” he pouts.

You nod, reaching down to fondle his balls.

His hips slightly lift off the mattress. He needs more.

“I believe you, baby. Now, let me blow your mind.” You bend your head, kitten licking his aching tip.

He groans, reaching for your head.

Eddie defiantly had a good morning so did you, but it took him a solid five minutes to get his brain properly functioning before he took care of you.

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