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I've just stumbled across your account and I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you writing Eddie (one of my comfort characters) loving plus size women 😭😭 I always feel so icky and disgusting as plus size but this helped 🖤🖤
i am so bad at looking in my inbox, but i just wanna say THANK YOU <3 eddie munson is also one of my comfort characters, someone that i absolutely adore and just knew that he'd be the type to love someone regardless of weight. i def relate to the feeling icky part, but we're all beautiful and deserve only the best so 😤 i hope you continue to like the things i post and thank you again 🤍
eddie munson is the type of man that knows what he wants. once he sets his mind on something, he won't stop at anything until he gets it - and what he wants right now is you.
he wants you to feel as desperate for him as he is for you. all he can think about all day is you - when he can see you, when he can talk to you, when he can touch you. he may come off as possessive - or even obsessed - but when it came to you, of course, he was. you are his. you're his baby, his princess, his pretty little doll.
oh, how he wishes he could have you laid back on your back on his bed, thighs trembling around his head as he feasts on you. he wants his ring-clad fingers pressing into the back of your fleshy thighs, holding you down tightly as you squirm and whimper above him, chanting out his name as if a prayer. he wants to feel your pretty, manicured long nails tangling themselves into his hair, tugging at it desperately as you use his tongue, riding it as you chased after your release. you always looked the prettiest when you got so lost in your mind, the only thing you wanted to do was cum, and where else but on his tongue? he wants to see the tears of overstimulation running down your plump red cheeks, staining them as your lips formed words but the only sound that left them were whimpers and whines.
he wants to hear your pretty voice beg for him, beg for him to fuck you with his cock. there would be no denying you at that point. he'd have you on his lap in no time, pushing into the gummy, velvety walls of yours in one thrust, your wail of pleasure filling his room. you'd feel so good around his cock, your puffy cunt clamping down around him like a vice, just how he likes it.
he knows how you like it - rough and fast, making your tits and plush tummy jerk with each thrust. his hands would roam every inch of your body, pulling hitched gasps and whiny moans when he'd touch just the right place. he knows just the right angle that makes you see stars in your sight, the right pace that makes you cling to him tightly, your thick body molding against his lanky one perfectly.
he'd fuck you as if this would be the last time he'd be able to - he'd lose his mind, his hips slamming against the fat of your ass with a force that'd even surprise him, rough grunts and mutters being the only sounds coming from him. he would be able to see the little bruises that were sure to show up on your skin, marking you as his - just the way he wanted. all he wants is for you to be consumed by him - the only thought running through your pretty mind is him him him. the only name that should tumble from your lips the moment you cum is -
currently thinking about what eddie and steve would do if their plus-size gf ever bent down in front of them, wearing a tiny little thing you dared called a skirt </3
i know eddie would be the type to rush behind you and fake thrust against your ass and play it off, but he'd probably also be the type to pull your skirt up just the tiniest bit, enough to catch a peek of your pretty panties before grinding against the outline of your puffy cunt, not caring at this point if someone were to see, maybe even spanking a bit of the exposed skin before digging his fingers into the plump flesh and muttering dirty promises into your ear about what he was going to do to you back at his trailer 😵💫
steve would def be the type to redden almost immediately and would rush over to grip the hem of your skirt, tugging it down quickly and muttering something about how short your skirt is and how no one else but him can see under it - although he'd be too curious and would let his hand start to wander and - oh? what do you know - you weren't wearing any panties and now you were the one short-circuiting because steve was running his fingers against the puffy lips, teasing you like you were teasing him - <3
sleepy cuddles w the best boys aka steve and eddie always involves quiet arguing over who gets to be the big spoon and the little spoon (with you obvi being squished in the middle of the two). grabby hands that have to be on you at all times — eddie’s favorite spot to hold has to be your thighs. loves throwing your leg over his waist, hand gripping the fleshy part of your thigh gently, tracing your stretch marks in a way that lulls you to sleep. he always found your stretch marks to be beautiful, the way your thighs had little dents that his fingers followed. steve’s favorite spot to hold would def be your tummy. he loves it so much, loves how soft you are, loves feeling his fingers sink into it. there’s so much of you to hold on to, all he wants to do is melt against your side and never let go. it’s def not a ploy to have a hand up your shirt, no ma’am (that’s more of an eddie thing, steve would protest to you). with both of their arms wrapped around you, you’d be lulled into the most peaceful sleep, knowing your boys are there to protect you and hold you throughout the night </3
summary: headcanons for barbie with a female plus-sized reader!
warnings: fatphobia, brief mention of starving yourself
a/n: i imagine this has been done before but i wanted my take on this!! this is the first time i've written headcanons as well as an x reader story so i apologize if things are a bit messy. reader uses she/her pronouns and this is for human barbie!
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barbie is all for body positivity.
that's why when she met you, she didn't even notice your weight. she saw you as a normal woman and treated you as such.
however, when you and barbie started dating, she quickly realized a lot of people didn't feel the same way.
so many people, for whatever reason, hate fat people. they treat it as an insult. they think all fat people are lazy and just lay around eating food all day.
it breaks barbie's heart.
back in barbieland, there were plenty of plus-sized barbies. nobody cared about their weight; everyone saw them as the beautiful and hard-working women they were.
so why is it that whenever barbie holds your hand as the two of you walk down the street, people shoot you disgusted looks? why do people always walk up to her and say, "you deserve so much better than that pig" like you're not the love of her life?
barbie isn't a violent person by any means. but when she sees the judgemental looks people give you when you order food, she wants to punch someone.
barbie's willing to defend you at all costs. she just thinks you're so beautiful and perfect. she doesn't understand how people could call you lazy when you work so hard every single day.
she hates whenever you talk negatively about your body. she'll always reassure you, insisting that she loves you no matter how much you weigh.
if you decide you wanna start trying to lose weight, she'll support you every second. she'll come with you to the gym if you want and she'll help you pick out foods that match your diet.
if you break those habits, she'll assure you that it's alright and you can try again whenever you feel up to it.
if you try starving yourself, barbie will immediately notice. she obviously doesn't wanna shove food down your throat and force you to eat, but she'll probably sternly talk to you and tell you how important it is to have food. afterward, she'll try to coax you back into eating by cooking your favorite meals.
overall, she's just very supportive of you. she wants nothing but the best for you and she loves you regardless of your size. <3
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once again i apologize if these are messy! not used to writing x reader stories or headcanons lmao. hope you all enjoy!
summary: a little fun with your favorite metalhead after a pretty picnic <3
pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader
word count: 3.5k
warnings/cw/tw/notes about the reader: nothing rly bad, mainly fluff but gets a little nsfw towards the end. oral (f! and m! receiving). <3 minors DNI. not proofread or beta'd.
requested by: @prettyblondguys (i'm so sorry for how long this took, i hope you still end up liking it 😭)
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ever since you and eddie got together, eddie has been adamant that you two have weekly little dates es. it didn’t matter to him what day or time, as long as you two had time to spend together – what with him still trying to graduate from hawkins high and you with your work schedule at the family video.
recently, eddie had told you he found a pretty little meadow a bit away from his trailer park – it was absolutely perfect for what he had planned for you. he’s never been with someone who truly liked him – who didn’t go out with him based on a joke or a bet. when he met you, it was like everything fell into place and finally, something clicked right. you never once mocked him for what he liked, for how he dressed. you accepted him. you accepted him with all the scars, mental and physical, that he had. he never had to pretend to be someone else to keep you by his side. you cared for him in a way that still shocked him to this day – he never thought of himself as lucky, but here he was, with the most beautiful girl to ever appear in his life hanging on his arm and he swore now that he won in life. he’d do anything for you at this rate and he wouldn’t want to risk losing you.
that’s why everything had to be perfect for your date. you two always flipped-flopped back and forth on whose turn it is to plan your weekly date and it just so happened that it was eddie’s turn. he was pretty excited for this one – he might have skipped a class or two to get things ready but everything’s worth it when it comes to you.
it was finally friday, the day of your date, and eddie was pacing back and forth on his front porch, waiting for your car to appear in the distance, and when it finally did, he gave a little jump and rushed down the stairs, a (somewhat) beat-up wicker basket in his hands, a spare blanket thrown across the top of it. how he managed to find it, he doesn’t even remember at this point, but it was packed up to the brim with some essentials like, uh, food, of course. all of your favorites – ranging from a pack of fruit (watermelon and grapes), some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that he prepared himself (he even used that all-natural peanut butter shit that you admitted to liking), along with some cheap coolers that were all fruity flavors that you liked, and little extras that he threw in there last minute in case it wasn’t enough. it was the first picnic that he was taking you on and he wasn’t too sure what all he needed to bring, but this felt like it was enough, right?
the sound of your engine cutting off brought him back down to earth, your pretty smile emerging from inside your car as you stepped out, hair still slightly damp from the shower you must’ve taken after your shift before heading over to the trailer park. he felt himself gulp once he saw what you were wearing – a pretty, floral-looking sundress that barely brushed past mid-thigh, the straps tied into little knots at the top (something that his mind told him he could easily pull apart with one single tug–), and your feet covered by your white sandals. he suddenly felt underdressed with his attire – his regular hellfire shirt, sleeves bunched up to his elbows, with his ripped jeans and chains hanging on his belt loops, and his white reebok’s. he pretty much was wearing exactly what he usually does, but you didn’t seem to take notice as you made your way to him, thick arms wrapping around his neck and bringing him down slightly for a lingering kiss that stole his breath.
a breathy grunt left him as he melted against your lips, the hand holding the wicker basket twitching as the other wrapped around your plush waist, tugging you forward against his body. this was always the highlight of his days – feeling your lips against his was something he looked forward to every day. he couldn’t wait for the day when he could wake up, with you by his side, and kiss you first thing in the morning with no regard to the morning breath.
you pulled away far too quickly to his liking and it was evident by the pout on his lips. you giggled softly and ran your thumb against the pout, smoothing it away as you cooed quietly, “now, now. no pouting, baby. you have all day to get more kisses.” you teased him, feeling his hand start to inch its way down south, the tips of his fingers brushing against your ass for a split second before pulling away from his hold altogether, sending him an innocent smile at his fake glare.
“you tease,” he playfully bit at you, to which you responded with your own fake glare before his lips stretched into a happy grin. “hope you’re ready, princess. swear you’re gonna like the place,” he started to say, his free hand holding onto yours as he tugged you off into the direction of the forest, you falling easily into line with him, trusting him.
“i have no doubt that i will, baby,” you smiled brightly, finding how excited eddie seemed to be absolutely adorable. it’s not every day your boyfriend is this excited about planning a date (though he’s always excited about your dates, as long as you two were together, that’s all that seemed to matter to him).
as eddie started to go on about how he accidentally found the meadow, it took you two less than a few minutes to find the exact area he found. you felt your breath hitch at how serene the area looked – it felt as if it came straight out of a romance novel, what with how the sun was shining down the perfect amount, not directly in the middle of the meadow, but scattered enough where it was making some of the wildflowers look like they were glistening. you could hear the sound of wildlife out in the background, and while some of the flowers looked overgrown, they didn’t quite stop looking so beautiful in your eyes. you felt your lips tug up into a shy smile, eddie continuing to tug you towards the middle of the meadow, closer to a patch of ground that didn’t have as much overgrown grass.
he let your hand go for a moment to spread the blanket down, smoothing out the creases before putting the wicker basket down on one corner, in case of any wind. once he was satisfied with it, he nodded his head and toed off his shoes, before stepping onto the blanket, a hand outstretched towards you. he flashed you a smile and bent slightly at his waist, “m’lady.”
your cheeks flushed slightly at the action, but played along with him, gently placing your hand on his and curtsied, your other hand lightly clutching onto your dress, “m’lord.”
he gave you a satisfied grin, bending down to help you take off your sandals, before tugging you over towards the middle of the blanket, maneuvering you to plop down next to him, your legs now thrown over his outstretched legs with an arm thrown around your waist.
“so… what do ya think?” eddie asked, looking at you with a slightly nervous smile. he knew you usually liked everything he did for your dates, but he was nervous that maybe you didn’t quite like this one as much as he thought you might. his hand settled on your knee, rubbing it slightly as he tried not to outright show his nervousness as he waited for your response.
“what do i think?” you gaped in surprise before exclaiming happily, “eddie, this is amazing! i had no idea such a pretty place would be hiding in plain sight, and so near to you, too! i love it, eddie. thank you for taking the time to find it and plan everything out like this, baby.” you cooed softly, your hand cupping his cheek and smoothing out his nervous smile, giving him praise after praise. you could see the way his dark, doe-like eyes lit up at your words and it brought you such joy that you, or rather your words, were the cause for such reaction. this man made you so happy, you’d do everything in your power to return the favor.
“fuck, ‘m so glad, princess,” he let out a breath of relief, feeling a sense of tension finally elevating itself from his shoulders. he didn’t even realize how nervous he was to hear your thoughts, but now knowing that you only had positive things to say, made him feel a lot better. he was not an overly cheesy or affectionate boyfriend, at least, he didn’t think so, so sometimes he was left with a sense of uncertainty on whether or not he was doing this ‘boyfriend’ thing right.
he flashed you another smile before starting to pull out the food he prepared for you two – you helping him spread out the items while chatting away about your day at work, talking about robin and steve, and eddie adding into the mix about his own day, about the campaign that he had planned for the boys, about the new thriller film he’s been itching to watch with you. the chatter between you two was comfortable and easy, as it always was. this is why eddie fell in love with you in the first place – everything with you was easy. it wasn’t always perfect, you two had your own arguments here or there, but it’s not like you two stayed mad at each other for too long. the first time you fought, he was for sure positive that that was it, that you were going to break up with him, but you had surprised him when you showed up to the hideout that same night and demanded you two talked about it like adults because ‘there is no way in hell i’m going to let us break up over a shitty misunderstanding’. he got into his head sometimes and you did the same, but you both always pushed through it. eddie’s never had a healthy relationship, so this was still all new territory to him – but he was just glad that it was with you that he was experiencing this.
maybe it was easy because he loves you and vice versa – whatever it was, he’s grateful.
the rest of the afternoon was spent eating the food, with you playfully feeding eddie grapes and with him complaining about how there were too many nuts in that all-natural shit you liked, which just ended up with you two giggling out of control at how laughable he sounded. the sun soon set and all that was left was the moonlight shining through the trees, you and eddie now laying on the blanket, your legs tangled up together as you both stared up at the moon.
a happy sigh escaped your lips as you turned your head to lay it against his chest, his fingers gently tracing lines down your arm. “this has been perfect,” you mumbled softly against his chest, leaving a kiss over where his heart is. you could feel the skip of his heart and it made you giggle, looking up at him with a grin as you propped your chin on his chest to look at him properly.
“yeah? maybe we should do this more often then, ya know?” he mumbled, his hand going up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand cupping your cheek, to which you nuzzled up against it. “we’re in our own little world out here.” he commented, trying his best not to smirk at the furrow of your brows at his words.
“are we, now?” you rose a brow at him, knowing exactly where the man was going with this. but there was no denying the way it excited you as you watched his dark, intense eyes stare into yours, both hands gripping your waist. a surprised yelp came from you as he hauled you onto his lap, your thick thighs now straddling him with your hands keeping you upright by pressing them next to his head on the blanket.
your heaving chest was the perfect distance away from his face, your cheeks now flushed red as you stared down at him. the look he gave you was sending shivers down your spine, a little wet patch growing in your panties. “eddie,” you whispered softly, your hips rolling slightly against the growing tent in his pants, but the grin he gave you made you pause.
“not yet, princess. i wanna taste my dessert first,” eddie mumbled, his voice now deepened into a husk as his hands gripped your waist even tighter, pulling you further up into a sitting position, your thighs now moved forward to settle on each side of his face.
if possible, your face burned even brighter, your hands landing on top of the wicker basket as it helped you keep your balance. “eddie!” was all you could get out before it dissolved into a whiny cry as you felt his tongue flattened against your panties, the only barrier left between him and your pretty cunt. it used to make you insecure – with him wanting you to sit on his face, and you protesting because you were afraid that your weight would, quite literally, suffocate him, but he was anything if persistent and after the first time, you found that it was one of his favorite positions to have you.
the man didn’t even bother to respond – his fingers bunched up your dress to your hips, before moving down to push your panties to the side, eyes gazing up at you at his tongue flattened against your clit, swirling it around the nub before giving it a gentle suck. your whimpers filled the forest, echoing throughout the quiet night.
“more, please,” you gave into the pleasure, your hips grinding down against his mouth. his nose nudged against your clit, taking in a deep breath of your heady smell before his groan filled the air, as well.
“with pleasure, babydoll,” came his clipped response, before eddie pulled you flushed to his mouth, his tongue lapping at your puffy cunt. your cries of pleasure indulged him, thrusting his tongue inside that perfect cunt of yours in the way that he knew would make you see stars soon enough. his fingers dug into your fleshy thighs, nails raking down your stretch marks. he tried to pull you as close as possible, your velvety walls fluttering around his tongue as if it was his cock, which was straining in his own jeans. but this was about you right now. he’s been dying to taste you since the moment you walked out of your car – he could hardly wait any longer.
you, on the other hand, were having a hard time keeping still, your hips squirming and your nails digging into the wicker basket, that creaked under the force. whine after whine tumbled from your lips, trying your best not to squeeze your thighs together, but eddie was making it hard for you not to. one of your hands shot down to tangle itself into his hair, tugging at his curls when you wanted him to go faster, the man eagerly responding as his tongue thrust faster and deeper inside your cunt, his thumb rubbing quick circles around your clit just the way you liked it. if he kept it up, there was no way that you were going to last. he always had a way when it came to making you cum easily.
but you didn’t want it to end so soon. you lifted your hips slightly with shaky thighs, the man underneath you groaning in disappointment before it turned into a choked-out grunt when you flipped yourself around, your back now facing him.
“princess, what are you – fuck!” eddie couldn’t quite finish his question when he saw you bend down, your leaking cunt hovering over his face, soft, doughy tummy pressed against his chest and your own face now hovering over his aching cock, your soft hands tugging the shaft out of his pants.
“i wanna have my fun, too,” you pouted with feigned innocence, looking behind him all cutely. the straps of your dress had come undone from your squirming, the fallen top now revealing your pretty tits to the cold night’s air. “wanna take care of you,” you let out a happy sigh, lightly blowing against the angry red tip of his cock, laying kiss after kiss against it before lapping at the precum with your tongue.
“oh fuck, yeah – yeah, whatever you want, baby,” all eddie could do was whimper as he let you have your way. but that didn’t mean he was done. before he could let out any more whimpers, he tugged you back down on his face, his tongue lapping at your juices, switching back and forth from your clit to thrusting his tongue inside your cunt, over and over, before thrusting two thick digits along with his tongue now. he knew how much you loved feeling full, filled to the brim to the point it was overwhelming, and he just loved indulging your desires.
tears of sensitivity were already starting to prick the corner of your eyes at the way eddie was assaulting your cunt, a thin line of drool slipping past your lips. you squeezed your eyes shut before finally wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, letting out a loud moan, sending vibrations down the shaft as you took him inch by inch, the tip grazing the back of your throat before pulling away altogether, your hand stroking him at a fast pace. you kept doing this over and over again, multiple times, teasing the squirming man underneath you. the moment you would feel him thrust into your mouth, you’d pull away, giving only little kitten licks against the veins that ran along his cock, his strained moans music to your ears.
it wasn’t until you felt his fingers hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you that you finally gave in, filling your mouth with his cock. you bobbed your head up and down, one of your hands pushing your hair away from your face while the other gently tugged and played with his balls. when he thrust his hips upwards, you didn’t pull away this time. you let it happen, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat and causing you to gag, a loud curse escaping eddie’s lips at the way your throat contracted around his cock. your eyes watered even more, but you let eddie continue to fuck your face, trying your best to breathe through your nose. you could feel your cunt start to flutter sporadically and with the way eddie’s hips were starting to falter, you knew he was close to the end too.
you closed your eyes tightly, eddie’s arms now wrapped around your thighs and cunt pulled flushed against his face. his fingers slammed against your sweet spot one more time and you snapped, your loud cry coming out as a muffled sound around his cock, drenching eddie’s mouth, to which he lapped to the best of his ability. when his hips finally sputtered weakly, once, twice, he finally gave way to pleasure and emptied himself inside your eager mouth, his balls twitching with how much he’s been holding off thus far.
your body finally gave way and fell limp over his legs, mouth pulled away from his softening cock. you swallowed what you had in your mouth, before coughing lightly as your body grew relaxed on top of him.
all that filled the air was a mixture of both of your pants, your thighs trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. when you finally had enough energy, you managed to twist yourself around again and fell in place by his side, his arms instantly wrapping themselves around your body and tugging you closer, warming you up.
“shit, i’ll never get tired of that,” eddie sounded slightly hoarse, a cheeky grin on his lips as he tilted his head down to stare at you, wiggling his brows in a playful manner.
your cheeks flushed more than they already were and you playfully smacked his chest, giggling at the offended look he shot you, “swear i need to stop giving into you so easily!”
“don’t pretend you didn’t love it! remember, you were the one who said you wanted to try it in someplace public, would you rather do it in the pool–!”
as much as steve loves it when you ride his cock, he loves it even more when he’s on top of you, hands gripping at your waist. he'd never admit it, but this man was absolutely pussy-whipped for you. the way your cunt squeezed at his cock made it feel like you were sucking him back in every time he as much as pulled out even an inch.
your cunt was perfect, he truly believed it was made for him - to eat out, to finger, to fuck with his big cock, and most importantly, to dump his load of cum into every time. he blessed the day you told him he could fuck you raw. the condoms did no justice to you - he was always left feeling disappointed when he couldn't watch the way his cum spilled out of you, instead being trapped inside the useless latex.
in hindsight, he knows he needs to be more careful when fucking you, but he didn't find himself caring too much at this point. he loved watching the way his cock disappeared into your puffy cunt, lips spread around the thickness of his shaft in a way that drove him insane. your moans and whimpers spurred him on, the sharpness of his thrusts causing your tummy and thighs to jiggle from the force.
he would watch the way his thumb rubbed at your swollen clit, your tits spilling slightly to the sides before bouncing in time with his hurried thrusts, wanting to see your fingers grip onto your tits, fingers tugging at your pebbled nipples.
when he would give a particularly harsh thrust, you'd cry out 'steve!' or - his favorite, as of late - 'daddy!'. when that name would spill from your lips, he would renew his vigor, his thighs tensing, sweaty, hairy chest on display as he would grind his hips against yours, watching as your eyes rolled back when the position would help rub against your clit, signifying your incoming release. he never could last long, especially not with the way your cunt clamped around his aching cock and knew he would be cumming soon right after -
"that's it, baby. cum for daddy, you know you want to." he'd say to you, and that's when he would be able to enjoy his new favorite pastime, watching as his cum slowly trickled out of your spent cunt, staining his bedsheets, before ultimately shoving his cum back inside your sensitive cunt with his fingers. as much as he loved watching it flow out, he loved knowing it was inside you even more. <3
eddie munson with his plus-size best friend / crush would be the cutest thing. can imagine the first time talking to you involves him tripping over his words, a massive grin on his lips when he gets you to giggle the very first time, palms that grow sweaty the second you get into his personal space, your fruity scent overwhelming his senses.
he wouldn't be too sure how to react the first time you hug him, your plush body meshing against his lanky form, causing his brain to quite literally malfunction. he wouldn't even be sure why you were hugging him in the first place, but he finds that having his arms around you is the highlight of his days and he finds any little excuse to hold you, as close and as tight as possible, not that you were complaining about it, either.
the boys would have a field day with him - teasing him back and forth about the growing relationship between you two. he'd just deny it, cheeks glowing red and heart racing faster as he would glance around, hoping that you weren't listening in on the conversation.
what he wouldn't do to have you like him the way you do, but you were far too out of his league - your whole person was like a beam of sunshine, lighting your way through his life and ruining him for anyone else. your chubby cheeks that became rounder when you laughed. your soft hands that left goosebumps in their wake on his skin. your gentle smile as you listened to him prattle on about his campaigns. your curvaceous body that felt perfect against his.
he knew you didn't quite hold the same thoughts about your body as he did, but he loved it. he didn't want to be a perv about it, but he thought it was perfect. it was soft in all the right places. your tummy that you tried to hide away was his favorite place to hold onto. his hands would grip the sides of your waist, fingers digging into the flesh there. there was just more of you to hold onto and he wouldn't want it any other way. you loved to whine to him that he shouldn't do that, but he knew you liked it based on the blush on your cheeks and the slight hitch in your voice.
don't even get him started on your thighs. when you went over to his trailer the first time, you were wearing a pair of shorts that clung onto your thighs, showing off stretch marks and little indentations. he had gulped - were you trying to kill him? the day ended up with you two sitting on his couch, your legs thrown over his lap, one hand innocently placed below your knee while the other was on your thigh, fingers 'absentmindedly' rubbing circles on the flesh, eyes not so secretly trailing over as much flesh as he could. all while you were distracted by the scary movie he rented out for you to watch. he has already seen it a few times, but hey. any excuse to have you over is better than not seeing you over the weekend.
somehow, you ended up becoming his best friend, listening to his secrets and insecurities and being his shoulder to lean on when he needed it. you knew the unimportant and important things about him. you knew that he still had nightmares about his parents. you knew how close he felt to wayne. you knew how frustrated he was being labeled as the 'freak' of hawkins and how he wishes he could leave. hell, you even made a promise that the two of you could high-tail it out of hawkins the moment you graduate.
you were the most important person in his life at this point and he wouldn't want to risk ruining your friendship by telling you he was in love with you.
of course, that never happened. how could it be ruined when you felt the same way? you, with your cheery smile and personality, walked right up to him at graduation, cupped his cheeks, and pulled him down into a kiss, the whoops, and hollers from the hellfire club and their mutual friends drowning out as eddie melted, his own hands pulling you close as he poured all of the passion and love he felt for you into the kiss. when you pulled away first, breathless and chest heaving, you gave him a bright smile, kiss-swollen lips on display, you told him, "i love you, eddie munson. are you ready to get outta here - with me?"
"fuck, is this real? i love you, too. so fucking much. i'll follow you wherever you go, princess. you're my home, wherever you are, i'll come to you."
cue loud sobbing bc eddie deserves a happy ever after ending with his plus-size baby </3
my writing moods are coming back to me, so hopefully i can finish my two requests soon and start posting more now that i may be having extra time this school year 🥲 (these four year olds are a handful but we're getting through it!)
hi babe! i know you haven’t posted in a while but on the off chance that you see this: i’m writing a post where i recommend my favorite blogs. are you okay if i tag you in it?
hi !! i'm just seeing this now but yes! it's more than okay with me, thank you for wanting to include me in it! it means so much pls 🥹🤍
"oh fuck, just like that, baby," a shaky groan escaped the metalhead's lips, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair, giving it a sharp tug as your tongue grazed against the underside of his cock.
his eyes fluttered open, hazy and lust-filled as they stared down at you. you were on your knees, soft tummy peeking out from your bunched-up shirt as one of your hands was stuffed inside your shorts, and while he couldn't see it, he knew you had your fingers inside that perfect cunt of yours, velvety walls throbbing around your digits, probably protesting because they weren't as thick as his. poor baby.
meanwhile, your other hand was preoccupied with his balls, tugging and massaging gently as your eyes gazed up at him, tears slowly trickling down your flushed cheeks. he felt his cock twitch inside your mouth at the sight and a grunt escaped his lips - you always looked so pretty when you cried.
"aren't you just the perfect picture right now," he mumbled, a sharp grin settling on his lips as he stilled your head, making you pull away from his cock, despite your immediate protest. a hand settled on your cheek, thumb gently brushing away the stray tears before roughly holding your face, squishing your cheeks, while his other hand went to wrap around your neck, squeezing just the tiniest bit, feeling your breath hitch.
"eddie!" you squeaked softly at the rough treatment, but your plush body soon melted against his legs, trusting the man in front of you.
