#eddie munson x insecure!reader

[forays-into-fiction]

It Was a Friday Night

You’ve never really had much experience with guys, despite being in your mid-twenties and at college. But then you meet Eddie at a party and things change... it’s your turn to get swept away by a handsome, charming guy.

Minors DNI

Request fill for Anon, sorry it’s taken so long. I hope you enjoy 😊 No smut in this one, but if anyone would like I can do a smutty part two.

Contains: Eddie/Inexperienced!Reader, Mainly Fluff with Hints of Angst, Mentions of Previous Bullying, Feelings of Inadequacy, Slight Dark Humour, Mentions of Drugs and Alcohol, First Date, Petnames/Nicknames (Sweetheart, Pretty Girl, Pretty Boy)

Your best friend, Debbie, had dragged you to this party, she said you needed to meet new people, really assimilate into the college environment. It wasn’t exactly what you had planned for your Friday night. You had wanted to make a start on that first essay your professor had assigned. 

Sure, there was plenty of time, but you knew if you didn’t start now, you’d end up leaving it to the very last minute. A habit that you were trying to break especially now. You’d managed to get away with procrastinating in high school in large part thanks to your good memory, but that wasn’t really cutting it anymore. 

Debbie never meant to ditch you at these parties, but more often than not she did, usually swept away by some guy. You didn’t hold it against her, she was entitled to her fun and you weren’t her responsibility to watch over like a babysitter.

 You just wished you could have the same experience, no one had ever shown you any interest… ever. Never asked on a date. Never asked to dance. Never been kissed. 

Hell, you’d never even held hands romantically. You thought it was pathetic honestly, to be in your mid twenties never having any of these seemingly pivotal moments in your life. 

Whenever you expressed this doubt to her, Debbie just waved it off with a, ‘It’ll happen when it happens, you’ll see. Trust me.’. She’d never understand, how could she… but at least she tried. 

You’re stood by the refreshments table, refilling your glass, you turn and spot your friend, she gives you a wave and a smile. You return it and she goes back to her conversation. You stare down into your cup, swirling the liquid around before taking a swig. 

The music changes, something slower, some sappy love song someone had requested. You can’t help but roll your eyes with a huff, you leave the house stepping out into the cool night air, it whips around you. 

You take another swig of your drink, smooth over the back of your skirt and take a seat on the steps. Sulking in your bitterness, you didn’t want to feel this way, you wanted to be like every other girl, be swept away by some handsome, charming guy…You let out a sigh, gazing up at the night sky. 

The only time guys ever approached you it was just some joke to them, to everyone. Unbidden memories from high school come pouring in… that time a guy was dared to ask you out, while you were in earshot, directly in front of them in class, the other guy at the same time daring the first to ask the girl next to you to marry him… all a dumb joke. 

The time at a school dance where one of the teachers had the bright idea to line up all the girls and all the boys on opposite sides of the room and tell the boys they had to ask a girl to dance… you’d been the only girl left without a partner. 

You had also overheard your teacher telling her boyfriend, who’d also been chaperoning, to ask you to dance… that was humiliating, you’d refused immediately, they didn’t know you’d heard them. 

Then all the little random interactions through your days at school, like sitting reading a book outside on Valentine’s Day, the rest of your friend group was busy being all lovey-dovey with someone or other. 

A group of guys came over, sat themselves down at your bench, one wrapped an arm around you uncomfortably, pretending to read over your shoulder, the others all borderline shouting things at you… anything to make you embarrassed. 

The one that stood out was when one of them got up, walked over to the gardens and picked out a bit of the shrubbery, throwing it at you yelling ‘Will you be my Valentine’s Day?’. Dumb. It wasn’t even the correct phrasing. 

The bit of leaves and twig had hit you in the face, landing in your book, you swept it away and continued reading… just ignore them… boys will be boys… that’s all anyone else had to offer. 

You did ignore them, face heating uncomfortably, until they decided to pick up and leave. You could see all the guys’ other friends laughing along, it didn’t escape your notice that there were a lot of girls amongst them laughing at you too. It made you wary of anyone that did ask you out, how could you be sure it wasn’t just some joke, some stupid jab at you. 

Yeah maybe some guys in high school had been genuinely interested, like one of your friends, who upon telling him he’d been the first to wish you a happy birthday, responded with, ‘You know what that means?’. 

You had seized up, panicked, what answer had he expected? You had replied awkwardly with, ‘Uhhhh… that you’re a friend… a good friend?’. Had he been interested? You’d never know now. 

Your train of thought is interrupted by someone settling down beside you lighting up a cigarette. 

You glance over out of the corner of your eye, to see him, one of the prettiest guys you’d ever seen. You turn your head a little, taking in the rings that adorn his fingers that hold the cigarette to his lips. He holds out the cigarette, offering it to you, you shake your head, “No thanks, I’m good.”

“So, why’s a girl as pretty as you sitting out here all alone?”

“Fuck off.” You snap at him. 

“What? What did I say? What did I do?” He holds up his hands in surrender, cigarette dangling between his lips. 

“Well, first of all as if you’d care, and second of all I don’t need some asshole sitting here making jokes about me.”

“I’m not making jokes about you. If I were making a joke, it’d be to get a laugh from you, pretty girl not at you.” 

You scoff, but he persists, “Trust me sweetheart, I’m the last guy to be making jokes at someone’s expense…” he considers for a moment, blowing out a cloud of smoke and ashing his cigarette, “… well, unless the person in question was a colossal ass and deserved it.”

“Alright pretty boy, you’ve had your fun just go back to the party.” You mock his little nickname for you, ironic considering how pretty he actually is.

“Oh, no I’m done for the night.”

“Really, thought all you college guys could ‘go all night’?”

He bursts out laughing at this, smirking he teases, “Oh, sweetheart I’m no ‘college guy’ but I can definitely ‘go all night’, if that’s what you want.”

You swat at him, “Yeah and you’re really not making fun of me, huh?”

“Sorry, sorry that wasn’t a dig at you, I promise. More at those fucking pretentious assholes… think they’re fuckin’ better than me ‘cause they go to some fancy school mummy and daddy paid to get them into.”

“Hey, watch it. I’m one of those ‘pretentious assholes’ that attend this school… but you’re not?”

“Not you sweetheart, never you… just those fucking dicks in there trying to impress their girls or whatever. To answer your question, no I don’t go here.”

“So… why’re you here then?”

He gives you a cheesy grin, “To meet you, pretty girl.”

“Oh, fuck off.” There’s no venom in your voice this time and you give him a playful shove. 

He gives a dramatic wince, rubbing at his shoulder. 

“Really, if you hate it so much why are you here?” You reiterate. 

He snubs out his cigarette on the step before flicking it away, “Promise you won’t judge me?”

You hum in mock consideration, “Hmmm… not unless you’re like here to murder all the dumb frat bros… actually maybe even then, yeah even then you’re fine.”

“Oh, pretty girl has jokes… and they’re dark. No, unfortunately I’m not here to ‘murder all the frat bros’… could be arranged though, Eddie and…” he trails off expectantly.

“Y/n. My name is y/n.” You supply.

“Y/n, pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“Alright, cool it with the pretty girl shit.” You huff.

He concedes, “Fine. Fine… Eddie and y/n going on a murder spree together. Nice to meet you, by the way.”

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here you know, don’t think you’re worming your way out of that one.”

“Well, uhhh… it’s a party right… and uhh at parties people usually like to… get high, smoke a little weed, maybe some harder stuff. That’s where I come in.”

“So, you’re like a dealer?”

“Not like, I am a dealer… is that… is that a problem for you?” His brow crinkles as his expression changes, anticipating a bad reaction.

You shrug, “Nah, it’s not really my thing… drugs, but I’m not gonna judge you for it. You’ve actually been pretty nice so far, sorry about blowing up at you a bit. Just kinda feeling shitty and bitter.”

“Oh, why’s that?” He asks earnestly. 

“My friend kinda ditched me to hang out with some guy and I dunno… it’s dumb, I was feeling left out and it got me thinking back to high school and how shitty guys can be.”

“Well, you’re not wrong there, us guys can be very shitty. Your friend ditched you though, can’t be a very good friend.”

“She is a good friend, but she deserves to have a good night too. I’m sure she wouldn’t have a problem with it if I stuck to her side all night, but that wouldn’t be fair.”

He shrugs, “If you say so. So, you’re not having a good time, I’m all wrapped up with sales… you wanna head somewhere with me?”

You put on a serious voice in jest, “Oh, no we don’t let strange men take us to secondary locations, bad things happen in secondary locations.” You break and let out a giggle, “What, did you have in mind pretty boy?”

“Hey, if I can’t call you pretty girl, you can’t call me ‘pretty boy’, fair’s fair.”

“Alright, fine… what did you have in mind, Eddie?”

“There’s this twenty-four-hour diner not far from here, wanna go grab a bite?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice. Let me just go tell my friend I’m heading out, don’t want her to worry about me… and if you try to turn on your murder spree buddy someone will be looking for me.”

“Oh, haha very funny. Go on, tell your friend, I’ll wait here for you.”

You rise from the step brushing off the back of your skirt, “Be back in a minute… pretty boy.”

He gasps in mock outrage, “Hey, what did I say about that? I’ma start calling you pretty girl again if you keep that up.”

You poke your tongue out at him before turning back to the house. 

You find Debbie on the dance floor with that same guy, she spots you, grinning at you as you make your way over.

“Hey, how’s it going? You meet some people?” She yells to be heard over the music.

You lean in closer as you answer, “Actually, I did. His name is Eddie, he’s from off campus. We’re going to grab a bite to eat, I probably won’t need a lift back.”

“Ooooh, look at you! Go have fun… call me when you get home.”

“Will do. You have fun too.” You grin back at her.

You head back outside to see Eddie leaning against the wall, spinning his rings around on his fingers. He looks up as you approach, “Ready to go?”

You nod, “Yep, all good. I’m assuming you have a car here, right? If not, we could always walk, if it’s the diner I’m thinking of, it’s not that far a walk.”

“It’s a van actually, but if you wanna walk we can.

“Nah, let’s take your van. Lead the way.”

He holds out his arm for you to take, you slot yourself in against him and sets off.

It’s easy, it’s too easy with him, there’s still a little niggling thought in the back of your head… what if this is a joke, some big elaborate prank? You push it away, it keeps coming back up, but he’s doing a lot to dissuade your doubts with every passing moment.

You shiver slightly in the cool breeze and notices immediately, “You cold? Want my jacket?”

You shake your head, “No it’s ok. We’re almost at your van, right? Should be fine when we get inside.”

“We are almost there, but here just take it.” He shrugs off his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

You pull it tight around you, the smell of him lingers on the leather, it sends a heat rushing to your cheeks, “Thank you.”

He brushes off your thanks and gestures before him, “Here she is… my van. Sorry, I know it’s not exactly the um nicest thing to be riding around in-”

You tug on his arm, cutting him off and he turns his head to face you, “Eddie, I don’t care what you drive. That is so far outside of the realm of importance you’ve got no idea.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I promise you I’m not some shallow, college rich-bitch. It. Does. Not. Matter.”

“Cool. Cool, didn’t think you were by the way. Just… I dunno it’s not exactly impressive or anything.” He leads you over to the passenger side opening the door for you.

You turn back to him, “You wanna impress me, pretty boy?”

“Yes, I do, pretty girl.” He holds out his hand to help you in.

You take his hand while groaning and protesting, “Hey, you’re the pretty one here.”

“Me? Nah, you’ve got that all wrong. Don’t forget to buckle up, she’s kinda a bumpy ride.”

You push your arms into the sleeves of his jacket and put on your seatbelt as he closes the door and makes his way to the driver’s side.

He gets in and reaches to the footwell in front of you with a smirk, before pulling out a box of cassettes, “So, uhhh… my music isn’t exactly to everyone’s taste, but if you want you can pick something out for the drive.”

You riffle through the cassettes before getting to one that has a handwritten song list. On the other side there’s a sketch depicting a coffin surrounded by a swarm of bats, and a scratchy looking title above it spelling out Corroded Coffin in angular letters.

“Corroded Coffin? What’s that?”

“Ah forgot that was in there. It’s um… it’s actually my band.”

“No way! Get out, you’re in a band? See, that’s impressive, out here going on about your van when you could be upselling the fact that you’re in a band.”

“It’s… it’s nothing major. We’ve only ever really played dive-bars-”

You cut him off again, “All I’m hearing is that you’ve played gigs. Eddie, take it you are cool, Mr. Rockstar over here.”

His face reddens at your words and he continues to try to downplay it, “Dunno if I’d say ‘rockstar’, we only really get a crowd of about five sloppy drunks with nothing better to do.”

“So, do you play an instrument… do you sing? C’mon, I gotta know.”

He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, “Bit of both, I play guitar.”

“Hot. Can we listen to this?” You look at him with pleading eyes.

“Su-sure… I guess. If you really want.”

You grin back at him, “I do.”

He turns over the engine and moves to swap out the cassette for the one in your hand, “Don’t… uh don’t set your expectations too high and um if you don’t like it just-”

You reach for his hand, frozen about to insert the tape and give it a little push, “Eddie, I’ll be nice about your music even if it’s the most horrendous shit I’ve ever heard… which I doubt it will be. If your music taste is anything to go by, I think I’ll like it.”

His eyes snap up to you as the first song begins, “You like metal?”

“Yeah, a little. I had this friend once who introduced me to some of it, but then he moved away and I dunno I guess I was a little intimidated to go out and buy my own stuff. I wouldn’t call myself a metalhead by any stretch, but yeah, I like it.”

He puts the van into gear and sets off, “Well, now you got me to show you the ropes, sweetheart. So, um… what… what do you think of me- it, so far?”

“That’s you on guitar right there?”

He nods, you exclaim, “You’re fucking amazing! Honestly, so talented.”

He fights the grin that’s breaking out over his face, grip tightening on the wheel, “Stop… flattery fucking works with me so if you’re angling for-”

“I’m not ‘angling’ for anything, I’m serious you’re good. When are you guys playing next? Maybe I could come see you.”

“We’ve um got a standing gig in this bar in Hawkins… do you know Hawkins?”

“I’ve heard a little about it, that’s the one that’s always on the news, right? People always calling it a cursed town or whatever.”

He lets out a sigh, “Yep, that’s the one.”

“What’s that, like an hour’s drive?”

“Yeah, there abouts. That’s not too far for you, is it?”

“To see you… not at all.”

“Awww, you really gotta go and make me feel all special like that? Gonna travel all that way, just to see little ‘ol me?”

“Yes, your singing’s good too by the way.”

He preens at your praise, “Geez sweetheart you’re gonna give me an ego if you keep going on like that.”

He pulls into a space in the parking lot of the diner and announces, “Anyway, here we are. Just wait right there, I’ll come around.”

You nod and unbuckle your belt as he does the same, hopping out and rushing around to your side.

He helps you out and escorts you through to the diner. As you enter a bell tinkles drawing the attention of a waitress, pouring out a cup of coffee for who looks to be another student, head buried in some notes. She calls out to you, “Just take a seat, be with you in a sec.”

The two of you take a seat opposite each other in a booth by a window, you break the silence first, “So, you never actually said when your next gig was.”

“Oh, I didn’t? Shit sorry, yeah we play Tuesday nights at this bar called The Hideout. You really wanna come see us play?”

You give him a gentle smile, “Yes I really do.”

The waitress joins you at this point, menus in hand, “Can I get you started with something to drink?”

The two of you put in your orders and peruse the menu briefly, you glance over the top of yours only to lock eyes with him as he places his down on the table.

“So…” He begins.

“So?” You reply in kind.

He lets out a nervous laugh, “Umm, do you think I could get you phone number? You know to keep in touch. Keep you updated on the gig and stuff.”

“Of course you can, Eddie. You got a pen or something?”

He groans, “Shit. No.”

“That’s ok.” You get the attention of your waitress.

She pulls out a pen and pad, “You ready to order?”

“I am.” You answer, turning to Eddie, “You?”

“Uh yeah I’ll have…”

The waitress notes down both of your orders and replies, “I’ll have that out in two shakes.”

As she goes to leave, you stop her, “Sorry, just one more thing. Could I borrow a pen for a second?”

She gives you a odd look but hands over a pen. You grab Eddie’s hand, jotting down your number over his palm. “There.”

You hand the pen back with a thanks and she continues on her way.

“Cool.” He mumbles staring down at his hand.

He clears his throat and snaps out of his transfixion, “I feel like I’ve spent all night talking about myself, tell me something about yourself. What are you studying?”

“Science, biomedical science to be more precise.”

“Oh, shit so you’re like really smart.”

“Uh I dunno… I think I kinda just know how to make myself sound smarter than I actually am, maybe it’s more that I have a good memory. Plenty of random useless facts up here.” You tap the side of your head.

“Stop, no. Biomedical science that shit sounds fucking hard ok, you’re easily way smarter than me. And if you’re going to hype up my music, I get to hype you up as well.”

“I… umm, ok.” You mumble in response looking away bashfully.

“Say it.” He insists.

Your head pops up, looking back at him in confusion, “What?”

“Say ‘I am smart and pretty and cool’.”

“Really? Those words exactly?”

“Yes. I wanna hear you say it.”

You give a little huff, rolling your eyes, “I am… smart…”

“Keep going.” He presses.

“… and pretty?”

“‘Atta girl, last one.”

His tone sends a shiver down your spine, “… and cool?”

“There you go, sweetheart.”

“Why did I have to do that?” You ask in a slightly strained voice.

“Because you should know exactly how amazing you are. You’ve been flattering me all night, let me do the same.”

“But you hardly know me. You don’t know if I’m all those things.”

He reaches across the table taking your hand, “Sweetheart, I don’t need to know you to see how awesome you are.”

You scoff, “Alright.”

“Look, you may not believe it now, but one day I’ll make you see it too.”

“Oh, really you planning to stick around that long?” You tease.

He nods, “If you’ll let me.”

“Uh, yeah sure. It’s been nice hanging out with you…” You trail off as you spot the waitress making her way over with your orders, “…oh, look here comes our food.”

He looks over his shoulder in the same direction as your line of sight.

As your food is placed in front of each of you, he says, “It’s been great hanging out with you, thanks for not like… immediately turning your nose up at me. There was definitely plenty of times you could’ve-”

“Fuck off, no there wasn’t and anyone that would is a dick. C’mon dig in, don’t want your food to get cold.”

He grins at you, “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

The two of you sit there chatting away long after you’ve finished your meals, until Eddie catches sight of the clock on the wall, “Shit, it’s fucking late. I should… I should get you back. You live on campus or…?”

You nod, “Yep I live in the dorms.”

“Okie dokie, well I’ll settle the bill and we can get going.”

“You sure? I mean I can pay for my half.”

“You will not. I’ve got it. Made a killing tonight anyway. I always overcharge the douchebag college guys and they take it without question.”

You giggle at that, “Yeah, well they probably just want an excuse to flash some cash.”

“Yeah, that and half of them have never actually bought the stuff before, just trying to show off in some way or another.”

He gets the bill squared away and escorts you back to his van.

He starts up the engine and turns to you, “Right, so where am I headed?”

You direct him back to your dorm, he pulls up out front and puts the van in park to hop out and help you out again.

He walks you to the front door arm in arm, both of you hesitate unsure of what to do next. He rubs his hand over the back of his neck shifting from foot to foot, “Uh… is it alright if I kiss you? I know we just met and all but-”

“Yes.” You blurt out.

“Yes?”

“Yes. I umm… I should say I don’t really have any experience with this kinda stuff.”

“That’s ok. That’s perfectly fine, honestly. Just uh let me take the lead.”

He moves in closer hand raising to brush aside a stray hair before cupping your cheek gently. He leans in slowly, pressing his lips to yours, both pairs of eyes fluttering closed. You match his movements and just like everything else with him it comes so easily. 

You feel his tongue tracing over your bottom lip and you let out a little moan. He slides his tongue in alongside your own, stealing your breath away. You place a hand against his chest and pull back breathlessly. Your eyes meet his as they open, a little dazed, “Wow um that was…”

He grins lazily, his hand dropped from your face, “Yeah it was.” He lets out a sigh, “Well, I guess this is goodnight, huh?”

“You got somewhere to spend the night?” You blurt out.

He smirks, “Why, you offering?”

You gasp, “No, I just meant… you can’t be driving back home at this hour. What if… what if something happens to you?”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ll be fine. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me.”

“So, you have somewhere to stay?” You persist.

“Well, no I was planning on just driving back, but worst-case scenario I can always sleep in the back of the van.”

“No, you will not.” Your voice comes out affronted. “Go, park your van and come back I’ll wait here.”

“I was just joking about spending the night you know. You don’t have to.”

“I am insisting. Now go.” You tell him firmly.

“Yes ma’am”

He finds a spot not too far away and hurries back. He meets you by the door, awkwardly murmuring out a thanks and adding, “I don’t… I don’t expect anything from this alright? I don’t want you to think-”

“Eddie, I am the one who offered… no insisted you spend the night here. We have a blowup mattress you can use and I don’t think my roommate will be in tonight.”

You lead him inside and up the stairs to your room, you’re lucky enough that no one spots you along the way. You open the door flipping on the lights, taking a look around the room, you see it’s empty. You step in beckoning him along with you, “C’mon, no one’s here.”

You close the door behind him and shrug off his jacket holding it out to him, “Here, I should give this back.”

He shakes his head, “Nah, hold on to it. Wear it to our show on Tuesday… if you come.”

You sling it over your desk chair instead, “Will do. I’ll just set you up with the mattress and some blankets.”

Eddie helps set everything up and while you stand back to survey the results, he clears his throat, “Umm I’ll just turn around and you can change.”

“Cool, thanks. Uhh what are you gonna wear to bed?” You eye him up and down, “That won’t be comfortable.”

He shrugs, “If it’s alright with you, I can just sleep in my boxers.”

“You sure you don’t wanna borrow something?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. You just settle in, pretend I’m not even here.”

“Ok umm…” You give your finger a little twirl, motioning for him to turn around.

He falters a moment, before jumping and spinning around, “Shit, sorry… not looking.”

He covers his eyes for extra measure drawing out a giggle from you. You slip out of your clothes from the night and into a pair of pyjamas. You crawl into your bed and mumble, “Alright, I’m in bed now you can do whatever you need to.”

He turns and strips, leaving his clothes wherever they land, you avert your gaze feeling a heat creep into your cheeks when you catch sight of the smattering of hair peeking over the top of his jeans. You don’t see the smirk that graces his features when you do.

He slides into his own bed for the night, “Goodnight, y/n. Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”

You laugh, “You too pretty boy.”

[babyghouly]

Summer of ‘86, baby

Summer of ‘86, Baby

Pair: Eddie Munson x GN! Reader; Curly Hair! Reader; Insecure! Reader; Anxious! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut (End)

Words: ~3k

Summary: This takes place in the summer of ‘86, after Eddie finally graduates. You are hanging out at your boyfriend’s home and decide to stay the night. It’s hot as hell outside and you need to shower to cool down before bed and Eddie joins you. During this, you guys decide to swap hairstyles as you both have curly hair, but treat and style it much differently.

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Implied Sex at the end, Mentions of Insecurity and Anxiety

Notes From Ghoul: This is my first Eddie Munson fic and I don’t really write things like ever... so it might not be as great as other fics out there but I tried! The inspiration struck when I imagined Eddie with more defined curls like mine :)

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Tags: @wrensw0rld (Thank You <3)

The final song of Judas Priest's Turbo album faded out, leaving the crackling sound of the turntable's needle hitting the vinyl to fill the room's silence. It was a particularly warm evening in Hawkins tonight and you thought to yourself that there was no way you were going to bed without a cold shower to cool your body temperature down. Even with that said, you were snuggled closely to your boyfriend, Eddie, as the warmth emanating from him was more comforting than the Hawkin's summer sun which was almost out of sight, finally. The needle picked up the last groove of the vinyl and left the room filled with a low buzzing noise over the speakers.

You point to the turntable and look up at Eddie, "Are you going to get that, babe? It'll collect dust if you leave it on there."

He chuckled, squeezing you closer to him and giving you a kiss on your forehead before getting out of bed to attend to the vinyl, "You know they make tools to clean these things so it doesn't really matter if it gets dusty."

You rolled your eyes lightly, "But you're just making more work for yourself by being lazy and letting it collect dust. It's something that can be prevented, so why not prevent it?"

"Y'know, you're really cute when you nag me about my vinyls," He began, a smirk forming on his lips, "But if I remember correctly, I'm the one that got you into collecting them over cassettes. So shouldn't I be the one nagging you on what to do with them? I do have more experience."

You let a small smile peek through as you enjoyed when he got riled up about things.

After he finished putting the vinyl into its sleeve and set it on top of the turntable's now closed lid, Eddie peered outside looking at the burnt orange sky growing darker and darker as the glowing sun set for the night.

"Do you need a ride back home?" He sighed, disappointed that it was time for his girlfriend to go back home, "You really shouldn't be walking home this late at night. Bad shit happens at sundown, I know you know that."

You shook your head, "No. I was planning to stay the night if that's okay with you? I'd honestly rather be with you tonight."

"You'd rather be with me than Mr. Tickles?" His demeanor quickly changed as he excitedly sat down next to you and with a haughty tone he continued, "I'm truly honored, babe. I hope Mr. Tickles doesn't get jealous of me."

Mr. Tickles is your teddy bear that you've had since you were a child. You haven't been able to sleep comfortably without him, even as you grew older. Eddie didn't think any less of you when you first told him about Mr. Tickles, but at this moment you regretted ever telling him about this fact.

"Of course you can stay over, babe, but maybe give me a heads up next time so I can make the room and my bed a little more….. presentable?" He explained, moving his hands manically to show off the disaster that is his bedroom.

You let out a laugh, "Ed, I've seen your room a lot messier than this, it's okay. It's not like my room is any better"

The two of you chuckled and then you stood up from the bed, en route to the bathroom. Watching you walk towards the door left Eddie puzzled for a moment.

"Where are you going? Didn't we agree you'd stay over?" he patted the spot where you were laying next to him just moments ago.

"Calm down, calm down," you shushed, "I'm just going to have a shower. It's fucking hot and if I'm going to sleep in the same bed as a freaking heater all night then I need to be ice cold."

Eddie's bottom lip pursed out and he stared at you with puppy dog eyes, "Don't leave me, I'll miss you too much."

You knew he was being overdramatic, but you raised your eyebrows and said, "Then why don't you just join me?"

"Well if you insist," He shot up from his place on the bed, scurrying his way towards you and with a cocky tone he said, "I'd never pass on the opportunity to see you naked." Ending it with a wink and a smirk.

Your palm hit your face and you jokingly snapped back shaking your head, "I can't say the same about you"

"That's not what you were saying the other night, but okay" He quickly retorted, with his hands moving upward as if he was just caught by police.

He brought his large warm hands down to your waist, making a home on your hips as he guided you to the bathroom. As Eddie fiddled with the shower faucet, you cracked open the tiny window to let the heat and moisture escape. Once the water started flowing, you stuck your hand in to make sure the temperature wasn't too cold to shock yourself as you climbed in. When the temperature stayed consistent, you began to undress, tossing your shorts and tank top onto the floor and kicking them to the side.

"Babe, the water's ready," You started, turning around to face Eddie, who was already fully undressed and eyeing you up from behind, "Let's get in." You smiled.

Eddie stepped in first, squealing at the sudden cold water hitting his bare skin. You hesitated to remove your undergarments as Eddie has technically never truly seen you naked. I mean, yeah sure you've had sex before, but it was at night with the lights off and sometimes you left a shirt on. Currently, you are standing in a brightly lit bathroom, with nothing to hide every detail of your body. Eddie was going to see all of you and that anxiety really set in when you went to take your undergarments off.

"Hey, babe" Eddie snapped for your attention, a cheeky grin on his face, "Hurry up, the water's gettin' cold"

Oddly enough, his quirky comment lightened the mood and put you at ease for the moment, allowing you to slowly take your underwear off, tossing them into the newly formed clothes pile. Eddie extended his hand towards you to help stabilize you as you entered the shower. Once in the shower, you realized this would be more difficult than imagined. The water barely hit you as Eddie's body was its closest target, receiving the majority of its cooling rainfall that sprayed out.

"This works out perfect," Eddie started, "Not only do I get to see you naked, but I can cool down AND wash my hair."

You laughed, "I like how seeing me naked is somehow more important than keeping yourself from burning to a crisp from this fucking heat as well as basic hygiene."

"I'm a man with priorities," He quipped, "and I'll be damned if I don't admire your naked body, what can I say?" Your cheeks flushed red hearing this.

"Can we switch spots, I want to wash my hair," You started, "The amount of sweat that's built up is disgusting to even think about"

Eddie didn't move, pursing his lips in thought, "How about you wash my hair and I'll wash yours? Wouldn't you like a nice scalp massage from yours truly, I know I've always been interested in the idea"

The room fell silent for a short moment as you thought about it, with nothing but the running shower filling in the gaps where spoken word should be.

I normally don't let anyone touch my hair as I've only just recently perfected my hair care routine to produce flawless curls every time. He does seem really excited about it and I guess there wouldn't be too much damage done, right? Damn you anxiety.

"Sure, let's do it" Your words broke the silence.

Eddie excitedly reached for his shampoo and handed it to you. You looked down at it and read the label 'Green Apple, 3 in 1 Shampoo, Conditioner, & Body Wash'. Your face furrowed in disbelief that with hair like his, Eddie uses a 3 in 1 mix? You would have thought that he would at least use a cheap shampoo and conditioner over a 3 in 1.

"Do you really not use any conditioner," You began, "... like, at all?"

He looked puzzled at your question, "But there's a conditioner in there! It kills two birds with one stone, baby"

You set down this monstrosity of a hair product down on the ledge of the tub. It was at this moment you were glad that you brought your own shampoo and conditioner from home, almost as if part of you knew this would happen. On the opposite side of the ledge sat your shampoo and conditioner and you picked up both to teach Eddie about proper hair care, something near and dear to your heart given the curls you were blessed with.

"Okay, babe. Sure 3 in 1 and even 2 in 1 products can be really convenient, but" You explained, "It's not really the best for your hair unless I guess your hair is really short, which your head of hair-"

"Is long as fuck? A beast that can't be tamed?" Eddie interrupted, shaking around his currently wet mop of hair, "I know"

You let out a giggle while opening your shampoo, squeezing a generous blob of it on your hands and lathering it between your hands.

"Well," you began, "It's a beast I will attempt to tame, so just sit back and let me work my magic."

"Thanks, babe." He smiled, cupping your jaw between his hands and pecking you with kisses all over your face, ending it with a kiss on your nose. This left you flustered and trying to hold back a smile.

You worked the shampoo through his hair, making sure to massage his scalp slowly to make the experience last longer and as you did you studied his face. It looked peaceful, eyes lightly shut and a permanent smile was fixed on his face. The look was comparable to the times you watched him sleep because you came by his house too early in the morning.

You broke out of your trance hearing exaggerated sniffing sounds coming from Eddie, "You know what this smells like?" He asked you.

"What?".

"It smells like Starbursts." He answered, "I just want to eat it"

You giggled, shaking your head lightly, "Well it's time to rinse it out and put the conditioner in. Turn around"

You placed your hands on his shoulder to assist him while turning around. Once all the shampoo was rinsed out and you squeezed out excess water from his hair, you dolloped a quarter size amount of conditioner on your hands. Rubbing it on your hands and then running your hands through the ends of his hair.

"Okay, now it's my turn." You said.

"Don't I have to rinse this out too?" Eddie questioned.

"Not right now, it needs to sit for a little bit," You explained, "So in the meantime, it's my turn to get my scalp massaged."

You and Eddie switched positions so that now you were the one in the direct spray of the cool water, sending a shiver up your spine. You drenched your hair in the water, getting ready for Eddie to wash it. You watched as he picked up the dreaded 3 in 1 bottle and before you could say anything he shushed you.

"Hey, hey, hey" Eddie began, "I figured if you're washing my hair like you do with yours, I will wash your hair like I do with mine, deal?"

You let out a deep sigh.

How bad could it really be? I can just shower tomorrow and do a hair mask, that should fix the damage from tonight…. He does seem really excited about this and I really do adore how excited he gets about things. Am I really just overreacting to this? It's just hair after all.

"Fine," you moaned, "But this is never happening again… I really can't risk what this will do to my poor hair if I keep doing this."

"Well aren't you a little overdramatic?" He joked, squeezing out a terrifying amount of shampoo into his hands.

With eyes wide you looked at his shampoo filled hand and then him asking, "Is that really how much you use or is this just a joke?"

"It acts as both shampoo and conditioner so wouldn't you just combine the amount of shampoo you would use with the amount of conditioner you'd use?"

You slapped your hands against your cheeks shaking your head, "Ed, I don't think that's how it works."

He shrugged his shoulders and began to massage the shampoo, conditioner, body wash monstrosity into your hair. The only redeemable quality of this shit was the smell. You always loved the smell of Eddie's hair when he would wash it and now your hair gets to smell like it. His hands were a lot bigger than yours so he could probably just massage your scalp with just one hand. Never in your life did you think you could be so relaxed with so many shampoo suds in your hair, but alas there you were. Luckily, the position in which you were standing caused the suds to wash away quite quickly while he massaged the handful of shampoo through your hair. 

Unlike with Eddie, you kept your eyes open through it all even if it meant risking the suds getting in your eyes. In doing this you became fixated with the tattoos on his chest. Your arm slowly made its way towards them. With a pointed finger, you began lightly tracing them. Eventually your eyes met with Eddie's and he stopped massaging your scalp. His hands moved down your body lightly, making their way to your hips once again. They pulled you closer to him as he leaned in for a kiss. Your hands made their way up to the back of his head, fingers weaving up through his hair. With this, you pushed his head closer to yours, deepening the kiss. Things were heating up in this ice cold shower as Eddie was the one to break the kiss, moving his lips to your neck, beginning to nip at it. Snapping back into reality, you shooed him away from your neck.

"What's the matter babe?" He pouted.

"I'm not the one for shower sex," You answered, "You know I get anxious about things and I just had the flashing image of us doing it and slipping in the shower and that's how we kick the bucket."

"At least we'd be together though?" He said, holding back laughter. He knew you did get anxious about things and he didn't want to invalidate your concern, but you sure had funny ways of explaining your reasoning to him.

"Yeah, but we'd be butt naked and sopping wet. That's no way to go!" You argued.

"Well, it's a good thing we're pretty much finished here, so we can get out of this death trap" He explained.

You playfully flicked him with a cheeky smile on your face as he tried to defend himself from the attack. Both of you rinsed out what was left in your hair and shut off the water. Stepping out of the shower, the summer heat hit hard. The water droplets evaporated instantly into the atmosphere so you almost didn't need towels to dry off, but you still wrapped one around yourself.

"Okay," You started, "So other than properly conditioning your hair, if you want your curls to look really good you can't use a towel to dry them and you should avoid a hairdryer as well… it just makes your hair frizzy."

"My hair is soaking wet babe," He complained, "I can't live like this until it dries!"

You picked up his Iron Maiden t-shirt that was left on the floor and threw it at him, 

"Just use this to get most of the water out, but don't rub it. Just scrunch it up to squeeze it out." You said, "I'm guessing I'll have to use a towel then to get the signature 'Eddie Munson' look, right"

"You got that right, babe." He nodded while scrunching his hair dry, "And you have to brush it from the sides outward with this funky ass brush to get that sweet, sweet volume"

You did exactly that, cringing during every moment. Due to the summer heat, your hair was drying quick enough and your swapped looks were almost finished. You turned your head to look at Eddie more clearly and snorted.

"Babe!" You cackled, "You look like Cher! If only your hair was longer, you could be her twin!"

"I'd say I look more like Kirk Hammett, but okay" He scoffed, "And your hair definitely resembles my signature look, if I got electrocuted"

You playfully started hitting him, but was abruptly stopped by his hands grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you into a sloppy kiss. After what felt like a minute of heavily making out, Eddie pulled away.

"Now that we're out of that death trap," He started, his voice noticeably deeper and more seductive than before, "would you like to pick up where we left off?"

You kiss him again and slowly pull away, biting at his lower lip. With lust in your eyes you looked deeply into his eyes with a smirk forming on your face, "Of course I would"

So much for an ice cold shower.

- END -

[hushedlover]

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[mrsrdlw]

Insecurities…

warnings: problems with body image; angst; caring!boyfriend!eddie (the sweetest guy in the world); fluff; he makes sure you understand that he doesn’t care how your body looks, you’ll always be the prettiest girl he has ever seen.

that’s a bit short i know. but i had this draft for a while and i wanted to post it. i just love the idea of eddie comforting the reader. at least i genuinely think that he would always try his best to make you feel better if you’re not or make you laugh when you need to. HE IS THE BEST!!!

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“Sweetheart, are you still doing you makeup thing? Because if you’re ready, we have to leave.” He knocked on the door hoping he was not using a tone that seemed like he was rushing you. He knew better. You were in your house, getting ready to go to one of the famous Steve Harrington’s parties.

You were in your room for hours, at least that’s how Eddie felt. He wasn’t the most patient person ever, but you were taking too long. Longer then you normally take. Little Eddie knew that you were sobbing in front of the mirror for 20 minutes by now. You tried your hardest not to cry. That seemed only to make things worse. Now you were miserable, mascara all over your cheeks, red eyes and nose, freaking out. Fuck! What were you supposed to do. You forgot that you also had to deal with your boyfriend. So you cleared your throat, trying to sound chill so he could just give you a minute.

“Hey Ed, just give me a minute ‘kay? i’m almost done-“ You were cleaning your face when he cut you, opening the door to your room. “Eddie!”

“What happened?” How did he knew? you thought to yourself. Like he read your mind, he answered “i heard your crying voice. Do you need something, baby?”

“No sweetie, i just-“ You looked at you reflection in the mirror again. He gave this dress to you as a valentine’s present. According to him, he wanted to see you even more hot. The dress was extremely pretty. It was a dark green dress, tight on the waist. But for some stupid reason, you thought you looked… not extremely pretty in it. “Do you think i look too fat in this?”

“Babe, why would you even say that?” He looked concerned when your eyes locked with his and the tears started to stream down again. “No no no, i’m so sorry i said that. I meant like, you’re not fat, not at all.”

He opened his arms welcoming you to a tight hug. He knew that sometimes you would compare yourself to models and singers you liked. Or even the Hawkins High Cheerleaders. And they were all very skinny. Eddie was pretty sure that some girls of the last group didn’t even eat right. But he could not stand that you couldn’t see yourself the way he did. To him, of course you were so much more than your body, but if he was talking body, you were the whole package. Always kind to the ones you loved, funny, making him laugh so much sometimes, he would have to pee, AND your sexy smokin’ hot body.

“You know me angel, i would never care only with your body. I’m not dating you because of your body” He separated from your hug to wipe your tears and placed his hand on your cheek. “I love you, this person inside here” he placed the other hand right up your heart. “And really, I, Edward Munson, think you are perfect, inside and outside. And i know i can’t make you just forget about this angst your feeling right now, but i need you to know that. That you are beautiful. And still, you have so much more. Honestly lady, i could keep going for hours.” seeing you smile at him, made him feel a bit better. He hated seeing you sad about this shit.

“Can i kiss you?” He asked. You were sensitive and he didn’t want to push things

“Of course you can.”

You always loved the way he made you feel safe. His arms around you and his soft lips pressing into yours, kissing you so tenderly. It almost felt like you were never sad.

“I’m sorry-“ You whispered, still close to his lips, caressing his chest but he kissed you again.

“Don’t say sorry for feeling things. I just hope you’re feeling better. If you don’t want to go to the party anymore that’s totally fine too!”

“No! I want to go. Just give a minute to fix this mess” You pointed to your face and started to clean it with a tissue. He was smiling at you now, sitting on your bed, he whispered to himself “That’s my girl”.

In 5 minutes you were ready. Eddie was a little scared by the way you made it look like you never cried.

“I’m better now, thanks Eddie. What would i do without you?” You took his hand in yours, ready to leave the room.

“Oh please baby, that’s what you deserve. I only work with princess treatment here. Now turn around, let me see you.” Giggling a bit, you did as he said “Yeah, we’re good to go, my love. After you” He gave you the space to leave the room first, extending his arm dramatically.

“I love you so much!” It was the only thing you could say now.

“And i love you more!”

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[the-witty-pen-name]

Love is Blind Masterlist

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.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, eventual smut, 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

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four - coming soon!

Part Five - coming soon!

[thornsnvultures]

eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader, 18+

a little drabble loosely based on this text post cause I was having a feeling-bad-about-my-body day and I know eddie would be having absolutely none of that ♡

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Thick, ringed fingers holding you, pressing into where your tummy dips and fold and rolls. Your legs are spread wide, Eddie's thighs holding yours open, leaving you exposed, bared completely to the mirror in front of you. It's hard to look at first, your head turning into the soft curls at his neck, hiding from your reflection.

"Uh-uh. Look, baby. Look'it how she opens up for me."

It took a long time, learning how not to hate yourself. Learning that everything you hated about you was the opinion of someone who didn't love you, didn't care. It took a long time to look in the mirror and be okay, to accept. Not always celebrating, or loving, but sometimes admiring, appreciating. Understanding that your body didn't hold the entirety of your worth.

And Eddie did enough loving for the both of you anyway.

For a while you stayed away from skinny boys like him, afraid they'd do more damage to all that hard work. But Eddie... there was something different about him. You knew it right away. He wasn't ashamed to be seen with you, wasn't asking you to stay the night only to pretend like he didn't know who you were in front of his friends. He worshipped you, fully worshipped you properly. That can't keep his hands off you, needs you by his side 24/7, thinks you've hung the moon kind of worship.

It was intense at first. You thought he'd get tired of you, move on in a week or two have his fun until something better came along. But it's been months, years of him loving you like no one else has before and, no matter your own reservations about your body, you believe him when he tells you, when he shows you just how much.

His thick fingers delve into your core, a reward for finally looking back at your reflection. The sopping wet center of you wets his winding fingers, the sound obscene as he makes tight circles around your clit.

"The prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

You want to tease, to ask just how many he's seen to make that claim, but you can't form words with the way he's jackhammering his thick fingers in and out of your cunt.

"That's it, princess. Making such a mess for me."

Eddie presses kisses to your temple, down your soft jawline. You stare with rapt attention, jaw practically hanging to the floor and eyes glazed, hazy but laser focused on the ring of your creamy juices around Eddie's knuckles.

His fingers curl into the roof of your cunt, pushing, searching for your release like he needs it more than you do. He's begging in your ear for you to give it to him.

"Show me, princess. Shhhh, I got you," his other hand moves to your clit to work the aching nub when you whine, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Give it to me. Want you to see yourself cum. You're so pretty when you cum on my cock."

Your thighs tense and shake at the mention of his cock and you're bombarded with images of him bending you over in front of this mirror, his fat cock stuffed in your cunt to the base and before you can catch your breath you're screaming, clenching down on his fingers and wailing like a cat in heat. Your eyes never leave your sweaty, heaving body in the mirror. Full breats shuddering, shaking as you gasp for air. Your tummy clenching against Eddie's arm pressed to your middle, holding you tight.

"That's it. Fuck, that's it, baby."

Eddie drags his fingers from your pussy, pulsing and grasping for his fingers, begging them not to leave.

He catches your gaze in the mirror, watching you watching him with his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Did so good for me, princess. So good, so beautiful."

[saramelaniemoon]

♡ previous ♡

Eddie's common sense was clouded by jealousy

It was one of many typical Saturdays that Eddie spent with you. You both had been getting closer for some time, exchanged many kisses and became more inseparable than before.

Your usual hang out was centered in Eddie's room. On the floor next to the bed while Eddie was playing guitar and you were reading a magazine while lying half on the bed and half on the floor. Sometimes you both cuddle on the bed watching a rented movie. There were many ideas for the evening, but each one was based on spending it in each other's company.

That Saturday was full of TV watching until Eddie asked you to teach him how to braid hair. You sat on the floor so Eddie could see you hair better and showed him how to braid the strands. He tried several times until you could feel the change in the air. Eddie became withdrawn and quiet in a second, which was suspicious behavior for him.

You assured him that he didn't have to get everything right the first time and he could practice another day. Eddie just grunted and went back to watching TV. The next half of an hour passed in silence.

You felt very uncomfortable, so you stood up and, looking for you purse and began to say goodbye to Eddie.

- I guess I should go now. See you later.

- Why? Who are you rushing to?

- Eddie, it's clear that you don't want to spend time with me anymore today, and that's fine. Everyone wants to be alone from time to time.

- I don't want you to go - he said, holding your hand.

- You're showing something completely different.

Eddie didn't say anything for a long moment, so you let go of his hand and started walking towards the door.

- Are we exclusive?

- What?

- We've never talked about it, but are we exclusive?

- I hope so. On my side, we are. Where does this question come from?

- I just thought that even though no one officially said it, we were a couple.

- Where did you get the idea that it's different? I want the same thing as you.

- You have a hickey on your neck - Eddie said, looking down. - And I didn't make that one.

- What? - you asked confused, walking closer and sitting next to him.

- Right here - he pointed.

- Ow - you hissed as Eddie lightly touched the red spot on the back of your neck.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you - Eddie admitted, embarrassed by the whole conversation.

You couldn't understand how the red spot appeared on your neck. However, you knew that it was definitely not a hickey.

It took a moment for you to laugh lightly.

- At least it's funny for you - Eddie said grumpily.

- Silly boy, were you upset at me for half the day because you were jealous of my burn?

- What? - asked the surprised boy.

- While doing curls for yesterday's date, I accidentally touched myself with a hot curling iron. I forgot about it until you touched on this spot.

Eddie was red from the tips of his ears to his neck.

- I didn't mea-. I don't know wh-. I'm so so sorry - he began to stammer in embarrassment and apologize.

- I'm not mad, silly. Jealousy has clouded your common sense. But at least now we know the official start of our relationship and we know when to celebrate our anniversary - you said amused.

- Oh no, please. Pick any other day but don't remind me of these situation every year.

- Come here, my jealous hansome man - you held out your arms for him to fall into your embrace. - I can't promise anything...

***

Exactly one year later, as you celebrated your first anniversary, you couldn't let Eddie forget his mistake.

However, he had his own special idea to honour that situation and at the end of the day you could see your neck in the mirror all covered in red spots. But this time they didn't come from a curling iron. It was Eddie's art.

[aphrogeneias]

best friend!eddie shit-talking any guy that you have a crush on / asks you out rather than admitting his feelings ‘till it all blows up in his face and he’s forced to when you stop talking to him.

god he would regret it as soon as he sees the tears in your eyes when you finally confront him about it

he's been doing it since you started becoming closer, from pure jealousy, of course. he'd critize their music taste, the way they dressed, the cars they drive, their names. anything that would distract him from the fact that you were choosing any of those guys over him.

anything that would make him feel better about himself when he imagined you on their arms, on the passenger seat of their stupid cars, whispering their stupid names in the dead of night. he tortured himself with those images, spinning 'round and 'round in his mind.

he'd never considered how that would affect your feelings.

and they do, he knows that as you lash out on him. telling him you don't think he trusts you, and that he's probably right, you can't do better than those guys because you yourself are no prize either. your words cut through his heart like glass shards — eddie didn't know what hurt more, what you thought of him, or what he led you to think of yourself.

you stormed out of the trailer, leaving him behind, thinking about what he did wrong. because yes, he meant it when he said those guys don't deserve you, but that's because he thought you deserved better.

better than them, better than him. you deserved perfection.

and maybe he'd never be able to give that to you, but he'd sure as hell try, and that's what he does when he knocks on your window that same night while you're getting ready for your date.

[forays-into-fiction]

There Will Be No Tenderness

Eddie catches you flirting with someone else... or at least that’s what he thinks. You let him take out his aggression on you, reminding you just who you belong to.

Request fill for Anon, hope you enjoy... sorry I went a little off prompt and flipped it around, but there is another hatefucking/reader flirting with someone else in the works so there’s also that to look forward to I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️😅

Minors DNI

Contains: Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Hate Fucking/Angry Sex, Dirty Talk, Oral (Male Receiving), Degradation/Name-calling (Slut, Whore), Petnames (Sweetheart, Babe, Baby), Slight Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Ownership Kink, Semi-Public Sex/Van Sex, Insecure!Eddie, Hints of Domesticity

Andy Whitmore had been assigned as your partner for a project in your history class last period, you were chatting with him on the way to your locker. He’d surprised you, he actually made some good points about the project, not what you’d expected from the airhead jock. 

You stop in front of your locker stowing away your books and collecting what you needed for the next period, “… yeah, that’s a good idea, we can do some more research on that. When are you free next maybe we can meet at the library to work on it?” You turn to face him as you speak.

He leans against the lockers, one hand tousling his hair, “I can make time for it whenever you’d like.”

“Ok, well how about I give you my number and we talk about it some more?”

“Sure, sounds great.”

As you’re scribbling down your number someone bumps into you continuing on their way without even a glance back. You look up and see that it was Eddie, your face scrunches in confusion, you call out to him but he doesn’t respond, “Eddie? Hey, Eddie!”

He ignores you, you know it’s him, there’s no mistaking that hair and you can see his Dio back patch as he stomps away. You’re broken out of your stupor by Andy clearing his throat, “So, um your number?”

You look back at him, then down at the scrap of paper in your hand, “Right, sorry here you go.”

You hand him the slip off paper and he grins at you, just before you can turn to leave, he gets your attention again, “Hey, why’d you always hang out with that freak anyway?”

He jerks his head over his shoulder indicating to Eddie who’d just passed by and rounded a corner. You bristle at his question, “Well, for one do not call him that, and two he’s my boyfriend so, yeah I hang out with Eddie.”

Andy pales and stutters out, “O-o-oh… s-sorry, didn’t… didn’t even know you had a boyfriend… sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just make sure you let me know when you can work on the project. See you ‘round, Whitmore.” You snap back.

“Yeah, see ya.” He calls out to your retreating form.

You don’t see Eddie again until the end of the day, he was giving you a lift home as usual so you were waiting for him by his van.

He doesn’t even say hello when he gets there or give you a little kiss like he usually would… something’s definitely wrong.

“Get in!” He growls angrily unlocking the van, standing beside you. Normally he’d extend a hand help you in, open your door, but not today.

“Eds what’s wrong?” Concern laces your voice.

“I said get in.” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” You insist firmly.

He slams his palm against the van, startling you, “You wanna know what’s wrong? Fine I saw you, ok. Saw you flirting with him.”

“What are you talking about, I didn’t-”

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me, I saw you y/n. You and Mr. Popular Jock Stereotype in the hall by your locker.”

“You mean Andy? I wasn’t flirting with him-”

“I. Said. Don’t. Play. Dumb.” He grinds his teeth audibly.

“I’m not. I wasn’t flirting, I swear.”

“Oh, yeah then what the fuck was that then?”

“We were assigned a project together, we were just figuring out when we could work on it.”

“Yeah, well he was definitely flirting with you.”

You place a hand on his arm but he shrugs it off moodily.

“Eddie.” you implore him, “It was nothing, we’re just working on a project together. What can I do to make you feel better about this?”

“Well, you can start by telling ‘Andy’ to fuck off.” He snaps back bitterly.

“Eddie, you know I can’t do that. Look how about we go back to your place, we can do anything you want… take your mind off things and as soon as this project is done I’m never talking to him again anyway. It’s not like I ever talked to him before, don’t even like the guy for Christ’s sake.”

He grumbles for a moment before giving in, “Anything I want, huh?”

“Yes, anything you want.” You agree.

There’s a glint in his eye of something unrecognisable as he speaks, his tone deepening, “What if I want to fuck you ‘til you forget everything else, just you and me… show you who you belong to?”

“Holy shit, Eddie… I… yeah. Yes, you can do that.” You gasp.

“Really? ‘Cause I won’t hold back, there won’t be any tenderness tonight… are you sure you’re ok with that?”

“I-if it helps you with this then yes… I’d do anything for you anyway, Eddie.”

He looks taken aback at your admission, “You would?”

“Of course I would.” You reach out for him again, this time he doesn’t shrug you off.

“Alright, now will you please get in the van?” His voice shifts to a pleading tone.

You nod and kiss his cheek before you do so, he moves over to the drivers’ side as you get in.

There’s a tension in the air as he makes his way back to his trailer, neither of you speak, only the sound of one of his cassettes fills the van.

When you get there, you don’t bother waiting for him to open your door, you hop out and make your way to the front door.

He joins you on the front porch opening the door allowing you to pass through first.

He’s on you in seconds, you barely even get a second to breathe before he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. You stumble back and he guides you in the direction of his bedroom forcefully. The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and he grabs both your arms pulling them up over your head until you fall back against the mattress. 

He traps your wrists together in one of his hands dipping in to bite and suck on your neck. “I am going to have you screaming my name ‘til it’s the only thing you know. Make you nothing but a dumb fucked-out little slut. That’s what you are isn’t it? Just a dirty little slut.”

You whimper in response, your eyes fluttering closed as he begins to paw at your breast with his free hand. When you don’t answer he pinches at your nipple painfully and your eyes snap open, “Answer me, y/n. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

You nod, “Y-yes… I’m your dirty little slut.”

“Oh, that’s right you’re mine and don’t you forget it.” He growls with a self-satisfied little smirk.

Without any warning he grips the collar of your shirt and pulls tearing the fabric apart, the buttons snap and rip off flying all over the place. Your breathing quickens as he slips his hand between your shirt that falls open at your chest, sneaking up underneath your bra.

“What’s his name?”

You look to him in confusion, “Huh? Are you talking about Andy?”

He growls, pinching you again, “What’s his name?”

“W-Whitmore?” You’re still not quite getting it.

He pinches harder still, “What’s. His. Name.”

It finally sinks in, “No one… there’s no one but you Eddie. Just you.”

He hums, “That’s right just me. Just me and you and no one else. You were a naughty little slut, weren’t you? I’m going to have to punish you for that. Remind you who you really belong to.”

“I-I’m sorry Eddie, I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you.” You whine.

“That’s it sweetheart, yes you will be my good little slut.”

He pushes up so he’s no longer leaning into you, resting on his knees, still gripping your wrists tightly. He drags you by your arms, spinning you around so your head hangs over the edge of the bed.

“Now, you’re gonna suck my dick nice and good for me.”

He stands unzipping his pants rolling them down his legs along with his boxers, his cock bobs between his legs red and angry looking. He strokes over it a few times spreading his pre-cum along his length as it bubbles up. 

He positions himself and taps the head over your lips until your mouth drops open, you’ve never sucked him off from this angle before. The way your head hangs over the edge of the bed opens your throat in one straight line, perfect for him to fuck into.

He slides in the tip of his dick slowly and you close your mouth around it humming slightly as he goes deeper and deeper before pulling back. He does this a few times, his hands move back to your chest groping you roughly as he thrusts into your mouth. You breathe harshly through your nose as you take him into your drooling mouth over and over. 

You reach back and grip at his legs, but you have little control in this position. Saliva spills out of the corners of your lips mixed with his pre-cum, dribbling down the sides of your face and into your hair. When his thighs begin to tense beneath your hands he pulls out, leaving you gasping.

Just as you regain control of your breathing, he’s spinning you around again stripping off your ruined top, yanking your pants down your legs. He unclasps your bra ducking his head down to bite on your tits, growling, “Mine.”

You grip at his arm, squeezing it and moaning in response.

He moves down to your panties, eyes flicking back up to yours, he taunts you, “Look at you my little slut, you’ve soaked through your panties. Tell me, what’s got you this wet, sweetheart?”

“You, Eddie. It’s you.”

He hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down with a smirk, “That’s fucking right, me. I did this to you.”

He rips off your panties, tossing them aside and leans back in licking a broad stripe over your sticky folds with the flat of his tongue. You let out a drawn-out moan, “F-fuuuck… Eddie.”

“So, fucking wet for me… is that what sucking on my dick does to you or is it just ‘cause I’m being mean to you tonight. You getting off on it? You a masochistic little whore?”

“Holy shit Eddie, please.” You wail, wriggling your hips desperately.

“Whatta ya begging for sweetheart?”

“You! Need you Eddie… please, fuck me.”

He’s stripping off his own clothing before you can even blink, coming back to hover over you, gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. He rubs the head of his cock over you, smearing his pre-cum into you, mingling with your own wetness before pushing into you.

He barely gives you any time to adjust before plunging all the way into your wet heat and thrusting away setting his own pace. You welcome him in with a strained moan, clawing at his back, his hair hangs in his face and he sweeps it aside biting at his lips.

“Yeah, look at how you’re taking me. Taking all of my fat fucking cock like a good slut.”

You spread your legs wider and he sinks in deeper, he grabs your hips dragging you down to meet his thrusts. His balls slap against you, you whimper and moan along with his animalistic grunts and growls.

“That’s it you’re mine, gonna fuck you full of my cum so you remember that.”

“Eddie… yes, oh god please cum inside me.”

He let’s out a guttural moan, “Yes, say my name tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You, Eddie… it belongs to you.”

“Shit, that’s fucking right.”

You can feel yourself tightening around him, a tension coiling in your belly, “Fuck… I’m gonna… ‘m gonna cum…”

“Not yet.” He chides, “First you need to scream my name, want that to be the only words I hear from you.”

Despite himself he brings a hand to your clit rubbing over it in tight, little circles.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” You chant his name over and over.

“Yes, fuck that’s it. Who do you belong to? Scream it for me.”

“You, Eddie! I belong to you.” You’re right on the edge, barely holding off when he gives the instruction.

“Ok, you can cum now. Cum on my dick, show me who owns you.”

“Oh god… Eddie!” You wail as you reach your climax, gripping his cock tight with your slick channel as he fucks you through your orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you as you gaze up at him, all sweaty, hair dangling in his face, his mouth dropping open.

He grunts above you, hips still pistoning away, chasing his own release, “Shit, gonna cum… and you’re gonna take it all aren’t you… fuck…”

He spasms within you, releasing a torrent of thick, warm cum deep inside you. He collapses on top of you pressing his sweaty body into you, still thrusting lazily until there’s a milky, white ring of cum around the base of his cock smearing into his pubic hair. It spreads all over you too and when he pulls out it continues to dribble out of you, between your ass and onto his bed.

His gaze drops to your messy cunt and he reaches out, pushing his cum back into you with two fingers, “That’ll remind you who you belong to won’t it. Keep you full of my cum so you never forget.”

Your walls quiver around his fingers and he looks back up at you chuckling darkly, “Awww, you gonna cum again? Is that what you want? Wanna cum while I’m stuffing mine back into you, huh?”

“Please, Eddie.”

He has you gasping and panting under his touch, he drags his fingers over your spongy walls just so, his thumb moving to press into your clit firmly in tight circles, “That’s it be a good slut for me, cum again.”

You groan throwing a hand over your face as you clamp down on his digits, pulsing rhythmically and gushing all over them.

He withdraws his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, licking up your combined releases.

He rolls over and flops down beside you, you inch closer laying your head over his chest and wrapping an arm around him you let out a sigh.

He drapes an arm over you and traces random patterns over your back.

You look up at him and he scoots back moving to sit up resting against the wall behind the bed. He pulls you up with him and strokes over the back of your head. Then everything he’d done seems to catch up with him and guilt floods his senses.

“I-I’m sorry about your shirt, I’ll… I’ll sew the buttons back on for you… soon as I find ‘em all.” He looks away shamefully.

You grasp his chin, turning his head to face you, “Hey, it’s ok. Are you feeling better now?”

“Promise… promise me you won’t leave me?” His voice wavers.

“Oh, Eddie. Where is this coming from?”

“Just, please promise me? People leave. People always leave me.” His voice is shaky, tears well in his eyes.

You reach out and take his hand in your own, before stating firmly, “Eddie, I will never leave you. Never. I promise you that.”

You stare at him intensely for a beat before capturing his lips in a heated kiss, his tears flow freely and you can taste them as they roll down his face.

“I really thought I was going to lose you. I got so scared. I’m sorry I lashed out at you.”

“If you ever feel like that again, please just talk to me, ok? That’s not to say I didn’t like what we did just now… actually I um I was kind of really into it, but I don’t want you feeling like I would ever leave you or intentionally do something to hurt you.”

He takes a unsteady breath, “Yeah, I uh… you liked it?”

You giggle at him, “Holy shit did I, Eddie. That was great, we can do that stuff any time you want… I mean, if you want.”

“Yeah… I think I’d like that, maybe when I’m a little less emotional though.”

“Sure thing, so feeling better?”

He nods and hums in response, “Mhmmm yeah, I think so… I think that helped, thank you.”

“It’s ok, babe.”

He grabs onto your face and looks deep into your eyes, stressing his words, “No, really, thank you.” His hands drop and he looks away, “After the way I acted… I didn’t… I don’t deserve you.”

“Eddie, stop that. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. You are an amazing guy, honestly.”

“Even after today? The things I said. The way I treated you.”

You run your hand over his curls, sweeping them away from his face, “Yes, even after today. I get it Eddie, really, I do. Plus, you’re hot when you get all possessive…” you try to mimic his deep growl, “…mine. That was very sexy.”

He laughs, “Oh you liked that did you?” He nods to himself as he continues, “Yeah you did, didn’t you? It had you fucking drenched, didn’t it?”

You give him a little shove, “Hey, don’t tease me!”

“Aww sweetheart I’m not. It’s good, I like that I can get you like that… all hot and bothered for me. Real ego boost that is.”

“Shut up…” you can’t help the little grin breaking out over your face, “I love you, you know…”

“I love you too.”

You pull him in for a kiss before pulling back with a sigh, “Alright c’mon, we should clean up, we’re both covered in cum and sweat.”

“Ugh fine.” He huffs back.

He stands and lifts you off the bed, carrying you the short distance to the bathroom and you giggle, “What happened to Mr ‘There Will Be No Tenderness’? Or are you just trying to show off how strong you are… because I know, boy do I know.”

“Ok, maybe there will be some tenderness… you know me, I’m just a big softie deep down.” He jokes.

Turning the knobs on the shower, he sets you down by the tub and flexes in a mock pose, “But I am also very strong… your big, strong man.”

You squeeze his bicep pulling a surprised face in jest, “Oh yes, my big, strong man.”

You giggle as he pulls you into his arms, “Good, I’m glad we sorted that out. Now in you go.”

He guides you into the tub under the warm spray of the water and follows along behind you.

You both help each other wash off, massaging each other soothingly. It’s a moment that is full of tenderness, a complete contrast to the earlier events of your evening.

Eddie loans you one of his shirts and tells you to leave yours with him promising once again that he’d fix it.

“So, you want me to take you home or do you wanna spend the night?” Hope tinges his voice.

You groan in response, “Ugh I would love to spend the night. Really, I would, but I should go home. Make sure I’m ready for tomorrow. Also don’t wanna have to deal with calling my parents to let them know.”

“Alright, hey that’s fine. Some other time maybe.”

“Oh, absolutely. Going to take a rain-check.” You lean in to kiss his cheek.

He grins, “Good. You wanna stop for dinner along the way… it’s the least I could do.”

“Yeah, how ‘bout Benny’s?” You suggest.

Eddie helps you into his van, you hum contentedly, belly full and completely satiated. As he drives Eddie reaches out, hand drifting from the wheel searching for yours, you take a hold of it. The drive to your house is filled with a comfortable silence from the two of you, worlds apart from where you’d started.

He walks you to your front door, you linger on the front porch. He’s the first to speak, his hand creeping under his curls to rub at the back of his neck, “So, do you want me to give you a lift to school tomorrow?”

“You think you’ll make it here on time?” You counter with a grin.

“I mean… I’d try.”

“I know you would… you know what yeah, if it’s not too much trouble I’d like that. Who cares if I’m a little late to homeroom?”

He breaks out into a broad grin, “I will try you know.”

“If you get here a little bit earlier, I’ll even have some breakfast for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, little extra incentive for you.”

“Aww you spoil me sweetheart.”

You giggle and pull him in for a kiss, “Go now and get some sleep, alright? Goodnight.”

You give him a wave as you slip inside, he calls back “Goodnight!”

 Your mum is in the kitchen clearing up the remnants of dinner, she calls out to you as you pass, “Oh, there was a message for you on the phone. Some boy named Andy, he said something about going to the library after school tomorrow to work on a project.”

You decide to just talk to him tomorrow at school, “Thanks mum, I’m just gonna head up to bed, night.”

“Goodnight, love.”

The next morning Eddie arrives much earlier than you would’ve expected, you’re in the middle of styling your hair when you answer the door.

“Eddie! Come in, I’ll just be a minute and then we can eat.”

He trails after you all the way to the bathroom, sitting down on the closed toilet lid to watch as you continue with your hair.

“So, you made it. Extra early even.” He bounds along after you as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Well, I got Wayne to wake me up when he got home.” He answers bouncing from foot to foot while you pull together some food.

You gasp “Eddie! Are you telling me you’ve been up since four am?! How do you have so much energy right now?!”

“Might have something to do with the entire pot of coffee I downed.”

You laugh, “Eddie, you didn’t have to do this, you know. I’m fine walking to school.”

He pouts back, “I know but I wanted to, wish I coulda woken up next to you. I’m feeling a little extra needy, ‘cause of… you know.”

“Oh, baby c’mere let me love on you.” You stretch out your arms and he throws himself at you, you stumble back a bit with the force.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around him, peppering his face with soft kisses and he giggles along with you.

“Ok, c’mon let’s eat, don’t want your early start to be for nothing.”

Reluctantly he lets you pull away and you direct him to take a seat, following along with the breakfast. He scoffs down his food grinning at you all the while.

When you get to school you track down Andy between classes, “Hey, Whitmore!”

He spins around at the sound of his name, “Hey, you get my message?”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk about. I’m free today after school we can head to the library then, cool?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll meet you there?”

“Sure. See you then.” You wave him off and continue to your next class.

In your first break of the day, you pull Eddie aside to talk, “Hey, I won’t need a lift after school today. I’m going to the library with Andy to work on our project.”

“Oh… yeah, ok.” He appears dejected at this so you continue.

“I was thinking though… if you want to sneak away to your van for a quickie at lunch, we can. Give you something better to think about. You can cum inside me and then I’ll spend the rest of the day with it inside me… just imagine that, I’ll be sitting across from him with a bit of you just dribbling out of me.”

He inhales sharply, looking at you wide-eyed, “Are you fucking with me right now? Is this because of what I said last night? Please don’t tease me.”

“Eddie, I’m not fucking with you… yeah, it’s a little inspired by what you said last night, but it’s what I want too. Claim me, let me feel you with every step I take.”

“Shit. Jesus fucking Christ we have to do that.” He groans.

You lean in and whisper in his ear, “Yeah? You gonna remind me what a slut I am? That I’m your slut.”

He lets out a strangled gasp, “Sweetheart, you better stop that or we won’t make it ‘til lunch.”

“Lunch can’t come soon enough. I’ll meet you at your van, yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, well for now let’s go join your friends.” You smirk at him.

“Christ how the fuck am I supposed to make it through the rest of the day now?” He whines adjusting himself in his jeans.

You spend the next few classes squirming in your seat, squeezing your legs together, nothing can staunch the flow of your arousal. You can’t get him out of your mind, all the things you want him to do to you, all the things he said and did last night, the way he growled the word ‘mine’ as he fucked you and bit you and sucked you.

You’re out of your seat almost a split second before the bell even rings. You push past people heading in the opposite direction as they make their way towards the cafeteria. You beeline straight for his van, grateful for the fact that you’d worn a skirt today, it’d make this much easier.

“Hey, there sweetheart.” Comes the low drawl from behind you.

You spin around to face him, “Hello, handsome.”

He swoops in for a kiss, pushing you back against his van.

He moves to trail kisses down your neck, speaking into your skin, “So, I seem to remember you offering to let me fuck you and stuff you full of my cum again. Was last night not enough for my pretty little slut?”

He bites on your neck and you groan, “Fuck Eddie, you’re really just getting right into it, huh?”

He leans back, eyes searching your own as he asks a little uncertainly, “That’s ok, right? This is how you wanted it, isn’t it?”

You pull him back to your lips kissing him softly, “More than ok, baby. Just… let’s get in the van and you can really let loose.”

He’s fumbling with his keys as soon as the words leave your lips, wrenching open the doors to the back of the van. You slip past him crawling into the van and he follows after you, pulling the doors closed behind him. He strips off his jacket and vest, laying them out on the floor, he gestures to it with a sweeping hand indicating for you to take your place on top of them.

You lay back on the little pile he’s created, he moves in to hover over you, you look up at him, “You know maybe we can put a mattress back here or something for next time.”

“Next time! We haven’t even started yet and you’re thinking about next time!” He gasps incredulously.

You giggle, “Alright, shut up and fuck me Munson… show me who I belong to.”

He shakes his head, “And I thought I was needy.”

You gasp as he pulls you in closer by your hips, you brace yourself with your arms extended behind you. He slips his hands under your skirt tugging on the waistband of your panties, teasing as he pulls them down over your legs, “What if I didn’t give these back? What if I made you walk around for the rest of the day with no panties on? My cum dribbling down your legs for the fucking world to see… everyone would know what a slut you are.”

You whimper, “Holy shit Eddie.”

He works his fingers back under your skirt swiping them over your folds, collecting your wetness, he groans, “Already, so fucking drenched.”

“Please… need you.” You reach out pawing at his belt. He chuckles batting your hands away and undoing his belt and jeans himself.

He palms at the bulge in his boxers for emphasis, “Is this what you’re after, sweetheart? Need my big, fat cock to split you open?”

“Please, please, please give it to me.” You whine pathetically.

“So, pretty when you beg for me… my desperate little whore.”

He yanks down his boxers eagerly and his pink-tipped cock springs forth. He flips up the hem of your skirt, then grips his shaft to guide it between your thighs. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you moan at the sensation. 

Slowly he drags the tip down to your dripping hole, easing inside of you. He sinks in balls deep, gazing down at you, he hums “Fuck you take me so well, so fucking good for me.”

He hooks his hands beneath your knees pushing them up, spreading you wide open as he begins to thrust. You pant, losing yourself to his ministrations as his hand drops to circle your clit, “Oh god… fuck, Eddie… ohhh… just like that.”

“Yeah, you like that? You gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut?”

You moan and clench around him at his words. He forces your knees up to your chest, leaning in and pressing himself against you, sinking even deeper into your quivering channel.

“Oh, fuck you feel so good baby… so so good. You really wanna walk around all day with my cum inside you?”

“Yes… shit, yes Eddie more than anything… please cum inside me.”

“You really are a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Just for you Eddie, only like this for you.” You pant.

“Jesus Christ I’m gonna cum… I- fuck y/n ‘m gonna cum…”

He leans in closer nipping at your neck, he growls, as his cock spasms within you, releasing rope after rope of thick, warm cum, “Mine.”

Your breath hitches with a high, strung-out moan as you tip over the edge, cunt gripping him tightly, milking the last of his release. You tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm and he breathes heavily into your neck, resting there for a moment.

He moves quickly once he pulls out, dragging your panties back over your legs. Your combined fluids dribble out of you, seeping into the fabric between your legs. He tucks himself away not bothering to clean up in any way, dirtying his own underwear in the process. 

You raise a hand to the side of his face and admire his features before extending your lips to his kissing him deeply drawing him back against you with all of his weight. He responds in kind, before pulling away abruptly, “Oh, shit sorry, I was crushing you.”

You pull him back in with a grin, “It’s ok, I like it when you do that. Like when you just… press your whole body against me. You do that quite a bit you know… I don’t think you even realise it when you do, most of the time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I love it.”

He grins back at you, “Oh… um noted. So, was that… good? Was that good for you?”

“Perfect, Eddie. Absolutely perfect, thank you.”

He laughs, “You’re fucking thanking me… Jesus H Christ sweetheart, I can’t believe you’d let me do this, let alone that you’d want me to.”

“Believe it stud, and we really should look into getting a mattress back here, even just one of those blow-up ones.”

He groans deep in the back of his throat hanging his head, he goes to speak but is cut off by the sound of the bell ringing.

You sigh, “Shit, we better get to class.”

“Ugh do we have to? It’s not like I’ll be able to focus on anything after that… hell I already couldn’t focus after you asked me for…that.” He whines, pouting at you.

You giggle at his response, “Yes, we have to. C’mon let me up. Won’t it be that much more fun to imagine me walking around out there stuffed full of your cum when you know it’s actually happening?”

He rolls off of you dramatically tossing his head to the side pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, “This is it… this is how I die. You are evil, torturing me like this… go, just go.”

You make your way out of the van dragging him along behind you. When you get outside you brush down your outfit trying to look a little more presentable, “How do I look?”

“Like you just got fucked.” He deadpans.

You slap his arm, “Shut up.”

He runs his fingers over your hair, sweeping stray locks away from your face. Standing back he assesses you seriously and adds, “There that’s a little better, but we can’t do much about that cum stain on your skirt.”

“What?! Where?!” You gasp looking down at yourself.

He bursts into giggles, “I’m joking. I’m joking, there’s nothing there, you look fine babe.”

You slap him again, “Oh, you ass!”

“You love me.” He gives you a smug smirk.

“I do, but come on we’re already late for class.” You grab his arm and drag him in the direction of the school.

He allows himself to be led, trailing behind you, he suggests, “Hey, I know you said you don’t need a lift after school, but maybe I could drop you off at the library… hang around ‘til you’re done, give you a lift home after?”

“I mean if you want, I don’t want to be a burden and you’re probably going to be dead tired.”

“It’s no trouble at all I swear, besides I like the library. I can pick up a couple of books too.”

“Ok, yeah. I’ll meet you by your van again.” You wave as you part ways entering the school.

“I’ll see you then.” He waves back.

When Eddie pulls up in front of the library, you can see Andy standing on the front steps, leaning against a pillar and spinning a basketball around. You roll your eyes, what the fuck was the point of bringing a basketball, as if it couldn’t have just stayed in his car.

You voice your opinion to Eddie, “What an obnoxious fucking douche.”

Eddie scoffs out a little laugh in response.

“Hey!” You call out to him as you approach the steps, he lets the basketball drop from his fingers and tucks it up under his arm.

He looks up, grin faltering, “Hey… uhhh, you brought... your boyfriend?”

You nod, “Yep he’s giving me a ride today.”

Eddie stands beside you, arm draped over you, smirking at the subtle implication.

Andy nods to him stiffly, “Munson.”

“Whitmore.” Eddie does the same before turning to you and giving you a peck on the cheek, “Alright babe, let me know when you’re done. I’ll be around.” He heads into the library leaving you and Andy standing on the steps.

“So, let’s get inside and get to work then.” You offer leading the way.

You pick a few books out from the shelves with him and make your way to a table, you do your best to resist the urge to roll your eyes again as he sets the basketball down on the table.

You do your best to focus, and you do get a decent chunk of work done… but you feel Eddie’s eyes on you the whole time. You can see him out of the corner of your eye as he wanders through the shelves peeking through them at you. Eventually your thoughts stray back to his load sitting in your panties, rubbing all over your folds and your cheeks begin to heat.

“How’s this sound?” Andy looks to you for approval as he reads out his work.

You interrupt him, “Uhhh, yeah that’s fine. I think that’s enough for today. I’m really tired and I’m sure Eddie is dying to get home too. We can pick back up another time.”

“Yeah sure, whatever.” He scoffs at the mention of Eddie’s name.

You collect your belongings, mumble a half-hearted goodbye and make your way over to Eddie.

“You wanna really rub it in his face? Show him who I belong to?” You whisper teasingly.

“Uh…” He stares back at you dumbfounded.

You fist a hand into the front of his shirt, pulling him in roughly for a passionate kiss that goes a little longer than necessary. When you break apart you call back to Andy with a wave, “See you ‘round Whitmore.”

You lead a speechless Eddie out of the library over to his van, “So, did you have fun today?”

He nods eagerly, “Yes, uhh huh… gotta be one of the best days of my life.”

You giggle, “Well, be prepared for many more days like this… ‘cause I’m not going anywhere babe and you have no idea what you started yesterday.”

[cagethemunson]

eddie x reader in a you belong with me by taylor swift kind of situation. he’s dating chrissy, reader likes him. she’s in band with robin, chrissy is a cheerleader. the only and first time eddie goes to a basketball game is to see chrissy even though reader has been trying to make him come to see her since ever, but he never did until it was chrissy asking him. they’re childhood best friends to lovers. toe-curling angst with a fluffy ending. “she’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers” type of thing, you know????

update: I'm currently writing this 🥺

[love-toxin]

the dynamic of eddie "the freak" munson fully accepting the fact that he's so widely hated and deemed worthless, his interests are stupid, his looks are weird, and he's pretty much as good as the dirt on the ground, probably less so....just for his angel to look at him like he holds the world, to beg him to tell you more about what he's interested in, to get so shy and nervous when he does something as simple as call you "sweetheart", to call him master in bed and let him do whatever he wants to you bc you know he'll make it feel good........yeah. that dynamic slaps.

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

Eddie Munson would adore every beauty mark, mole, freckle, birth mark, everything on your body. He would kiss them tenderly and caress them with his fingertips gently and lovingly. He would worship every unique imperfection because that’s what makes you you and he just loves every single part of you.

[the-witty-pen-name]

Love is Blind Part 2

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts, 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

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. 

Read Part One!

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Day Three:

Eddie is sitting on the couch upside down, his legs hanging over the backrest and his head dangling over the seat. He stares up at the makeshift ceiling above as he pretends to play the drums on his stomach. The overhead light is starting to make his eyes slightly water but he’s too comfortable to move.

You’ve told him your name and he’s been almost obnoxious with how much he’s using it in your conversation. He’s using any excuse to work it into the front or back of a lot of his sentences. It doesn’t bother you like you thought it would, and you actually love hearing him call you by your name. It helps create a sense of intimacy where you both obviously can’t have it. It makes you feel more real to him, makes you feel closer to him, reminding him that if he sticks this out he could actually see you, maybe even touch you…

“Do you worry about what’s going to happen when this thing ends?” you ask.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he replies, moving so he is sitting upright. You sound concerned, your voice sounding smaller. “I don’t want to talk through a wall anymore, I want to talk like actually in person- not like some lab rats.”

“Do you think about what I look like?” you ask cautiously, and Eddie shakes his head as he stands up to walk directly up against the wall. 

“Of course, I’d love to see you,” Eddie explains, “I haven’t actually thought so much about what you look like, I just want to see you. You know? We’ve talked for what- uh, 7 or 8 hours at this point? Which honestly- insanely small amount of time to get to know someone. But like think about it- average date is what? 2 hours, sometimes less. We’ve been on like 4 “normal length” dates in 3 days. And usually you know you like someone by then at least. And I know I like you, and I love talking to you- without seeing me you have made me feel seen. God, that was so fucking cheesy.” 

You feel the corners of your ears well with tears- a little overwhelmed from the affirmations and attention you are not used to receiving. You realize that you never once doubted you’d not like how Eddie looks, nor do you even care either. You don’t understand why your brain won’t let you accept the same could be true for the way Eddie thinks about you. 

“I feel the same way about you,” you respond, and Eddie pumps his fist in victory. “I’ve had so much I’ve needed to work through. I mean, still working through. I have a lot of trouble accepting the fact that someone could actually like me as I am right now. I’ve always had the thoughts of well, I need to change myself and once I’m more like this, then I’ll be attractive or whatever. But, when I’m here, talking with you, I’m not worried about it anymore. But I’m still worried about what it's going to look like when this whole ordeal is over and you actually see me, and I can’t hide behind the wall anymore. But here, when we’re talking, I feel like I can be completely myself with you and I’m scared of losing that. Cause I also really like you.” 

“I can promise you there is nothing about you that would make me not interested,” he reaffirms. “I mean, I already know that you’re pretty- inside and out so it isn’t going to change anything. Except… I’m hoping you’d let me kiss you if you aren’t completely repulsed by me that is. Ugh, I’m sorry. I sound like a pathetic 14 year old boy. But, you know what I mean. Fuck, this is torturous.”

Eddie beams when he hears your little laugh from the other side of the wall again. He wants to know if there’s anyway he can get out of the experiment early. He needs to touch you, pull you into him. He wants to hug you, and have you here sitting next to him- flush up against his side. He’s craving the small pieces of physical intimacy that would just satisfy this restlessness he’s feeling throughout his whole body. It’s like he’s experiencing withdrawals but for something he’s never even been allowed to taste. He wants to shower you with affection the second you let him. 

“So, what are you hoping for at the end of this?” You ask, snapping yourself out of your daze. In the little notebook they provided to everyone, you’ve caught yourself writing Eddie in different styles with little hearts. You snap the book closed, like you're worried he’s gonna see it or something. You roll your eyes at yourself, leaning back on the couch and putting one of the pillows up to your face, embarrassed. You’re so past the point of no return. 

He takes a deep breath, contemplating his answer. Wanting to be honest, but not so honest that he scares you away by moving too fast. Case closed: he just wants to get your number and ask you on real dates. There’s also wildly inappropriate things swirling around in his head, as he reminds himself of what he did last night. But, he’s not ready to admit that fantasy to you just yet. 

“It depends on how you’ll feel most comfortable,” he settled on. “But I’d love to take you on an actual date. Like a real one, not this weird shit anymore. We can sit and talk face to face, so I can stare at you and you can yell at me to cut it out. I want to make you feel special and attractive because you are and you deserve to be entirely spoiled and pampered. However that looks for you, I’m down. I just want to be near you. I’ll go at your pace.”

You were never the type to make the first move, ever. Which is also why you’re here in the first place. You have never had the courage to vocalize any sort of desire to a man like you have with Eddie. It’s been really thrilling, the way he’s been able to help you open up. You feel like you can share your thoughts on what you want physically and he won’t judge you or shame you. You decide to be blunt. 

“If it’s actually true, that you’re physically attracted to me when you see me for the first time,” you say, unable to control the way your whole body gets covered in goosebumps at the thought. “I don’t want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, I’m down for everything.”

“Everything?” 

“I want everything.” 

“Shit, sweetheart, you can’t just say that,” Eddie responds, sounding almost pained. He chuckles, “you’re a tease, you know that?” 

“I’m just being honest,” you respond, and Eddie can hear how you’re being coy. He loves it, he’s happy to hear you coming out of your shell. He’s excited to finally hear about this side of you. You’re slowly but surely peeling back your layers for him. 

“I want you to be more honest,” he flirts. “But Christ, it’s going to be a long week.” 

There were four more days to go before the big reveal. If any of the participants felt they had a connection to another- or fell in love, they’d submit their picks to the technicians and then the technicians would set-up the next phase of the experiment. Unfortunately, if this does happen, the first time you actually get to see Eddie, it’ll still be under surveillance, most likely monitoring heart rate and whatever else they’re looking for. It will feel clinical, which is so not ideal, but once it’s over- you and Eddie could walk out together and do whatever, go wherever. If he still is interested.

“So, um, what type of girls do you usually go for?” you ask, a slight twinge of insecurity working its way back to the front of your mind. 

“Um,” Eddie replies, letting out an exhale, “Alive.” He smiles when he hears a laugh from the other side of the wall. 

“No seriously,” you urge. “I’m curious.”

“I mean- I really don’t have a type,” he states honestly. “I’d like it if she's nice to me, but that’s not even a deal breaker,” he jokes. 

“You like girls being a little mean to you?” You flirt, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“I don’t think I’d hate it,” he grins. “Um, but seriously? I guess I want someone who likes some of the same stuff as me- or at least will put up with me talking about it. I want someone who I feel comfortable around and I’m not afraid to be myself.”

“What about like- appearance wise?” you ask tentatively.

“This feels like a question we shouldn’t be asking,” he taunts. You feel your face get hot. “I feel like if I tell you the truth you won’t believe me,” he answers. 

“Why’s that?” you ask, confused. 

“It feels like you're expecting me to say skinny, blonde and leggy or something, and if I say anything else you’re going to just think I’m lying,” he muses. Your eyes widen at how well he’s able to read you, and it’s mildly infuriating. 

“I think someone or maybe the world or whatever,” he continues, “has convinced you that you aren’t attractive and I really, truly think that isn’t the case at all. And baiting me to try to confirm that isn’t going to work because I can tell it’s a defense mechanism cause you’re afraid.” 

“Well darling,” he smirks, stepping as close as possible to the wall so you hear him clearly, “I’m not gonna let you get away with it. Because, talking to you is convincing me with each passing hour that I’m cooped up in this damn box that this experiment might actually work. I have not been able to think about anything else but getting back to talk to you when I’m not here. You’re desirable, I want you and you’re just gonna have to wrap your pretty little head around that.” 

Buzz

PART THREE

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[thornsnvultures]

eddie munson x plus size!reader

a little drabble about going on a road trip with eddie, steve & robin based on this ask i got yesterday

cw: past body image issues, implied past eating disorder

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"Please don't eat that," Steve blanches at the hot dog in your hands. "Those things are terrible for you."

"Don't judge my choice of food. This road trip just started and I didn't have breakfast," you huff and roll your eyes.

"I'm just looking out for you," Steve holds his hands up, backing out of your way so you can grab napkins and a few ketchup packets.

"I'll be fine, Steven. I've had worse things in my mouth."

Steve snorts out a laugh and crosses his arms. "Yeah, you've been with Munson for, what, a year now?"

"Rude," Eddie gasps, dramatically raising the heart shaped sunglasses he's wearing to the top of his head. He's loaded up with chips in one arm and a liter of soda in the other.

"Hey, babe. Any of that for me?"

"You can have whatever you like, sweetheart," Eddie says with a wink. He pushes around Steve to press a kiss to your cheek, making his way to the register.

"I'm just saying," Steve presses, following you following Eddie, "you don't know what kinda mystery meat is in that thing. Or how long it was on that roller for."

"Well good news for you, Steve," you smile at him, handing the dog to the cashier to get rung up. "You don't have to eat it."

Steve throws up his arms and walks out. He heads to where Robin's waiting for the three of you in the van, already done filling the tank.

"Don't let him bother you, baby," Eddie wraps his arm around you as you walk out together. His big bag of snacks and drinks are slung over his shoulder. Steve didn't bother you, and you tell Eddie as much.

"He's just looking out for me. He can't help it."

The sun is really beating down today, you can't wait to get back on the road with the windows down.

"I don't like him shaming you for what you eat," he whispers, the usual lightness in his voice replaced with concern. You feel Eddie bristle like a cat puffing his fur out. The posturing is cute but unnecessary.

"I'm fine, Eddie. And I appreciate you wanting to defend my honor, good sir," you smile and kiss his cheek and his hackles lower.

Eddie bows as he opens the van door for you and you laugh. He helps you climb in and kisses your hand before he lets you go.

"Get a move on, nerds!" Robin calls from the backseat. Eddie hands you the snacks and jogs around to the other side of the van.

You might've let Steve's comment bother you before, let his worry settle in your mind like an insult to your weight, your appetite. But you know better, you know Steve's worried about your health and keeling over from a tainted dog. He's not your mother, worrying over calories. He's your friend and a damn good one.

You pull out your hot dog and eat, finally, after a morning of packing and stressing that you'd forget something. Eddie smiles at you from the driver's seat, cranking up the tunes. Steve and Robin argue in the back but the open windows muffle them slightly and you settle. You're with friends, you're going to have a good summer, and you're not going to let anything stop you.