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Call You Mine

Pairing: EddieMunsonxPlusSizeReader

Request: @harringtonfan4 here you are darling! Hope you like it.

Eddie x plus size reader

Eddie x reader (Dustin’s sister ) have been friends for a long time he’s always had a thing for her but didn’t have the guts to tell her the last couple of weeks he’s noticed she has been sneaking off with Steve harrington (unknown to him they are just planning a graduation blow out party for Ed’s since he’s finally graduating) he starts to let his jealousy seep through little by little refusing to remove his arm from around you while staring Steve down running to beat Steve to get you a drink or snacks during group activities leaving Steve and the reader to try to figure out what his deal is …one night they are holding hellfire at readers house and you are upstairs with steve instead of with eddie watching the campaign….he comes over late one night to sneak in her window and sees them in the middle of a party planning session but thinks something else is going on finally his jealousy gets the better of him. He bursts into her room professes his love and tells harrington your his he can’t have you…. Reader lets eddie know there’s a misunderstanding ends with fluff maybe ending in smut Whatever you feel this is just kind of an outline tweak anything you would like

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Eddie’s eyes bore holes into you and Steve, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, as the two of you wandered off again, whispering and giggling. You’d been sneaking off with him for the last couple weeks. Today you told him you didn’t need a ride after school because Steve was getting you. Monday night you bailed on watching Hellfire when it was at your own house to hang up in your bedroom with Steve. The rest of Hellfire had wondered what was going on when Eddie could barely focus on the campaign. Tuesday you told him you couldn’t make it to his show because you had to study for a test but when he’d driven by your house, there was that goddamn BMW parked in your driveway.

He was starting to completely lose his mind. Eddie just knew the two of you were hooking up and he couldn’t stand the thought. King Steve’s hands roaming over your ample curves, his mouth tasting all the places that Eddie had dreamed of at night alone in his room, his face buried between those beautiful breasts that could smother him. Yeah, Eddie had fantasized about going out that way. Fuck, it would be glorious.

He was in love with you but you didn’t know that. He’d started crushing hard on you from the moment he met you. Eddie had tried to control it, to stamp the feelings down, because you were Dustin’s sister. He didn’t think the little shrimp would be very happy about Eddie having the hots for his big sis. It started as just raw, physical attraction, but over time, the more time he spent with you, there was no pushing it down. There was no making it go away. He was a complete goner. You owned him completely. You just weren’t aware of it.

“Why the hell is your sister hanging out with Steve so much?” demanded Eddie, lighting a cigarette as he leaned against his van, watching the burgundy douche car as it headed away from the school.

Dustin shrugged, “No idea. I mean, they’ve been friends for a long time. They’re probably just doing friend stuff, you know.”

“What kind of friend stuff?”

“I don’t know. You know, friend things. Like, things that friends do together,” squeaked Dustin, instantly causing Eddie to be suspicious. Dustin Henderson was a lot of things, but a good liar was not one of them. His voice got all high and squeaky when he was being dishonest.

“Oh, you don’t?” challenged Eddie, crossing his arms, eyebrows raised with doubt.

“No, man. Why would I know?” Dustin asked, sounding like a prepubescent boy as he grabbed his backpack and began walking backwards away from Eddie. “Look, I gotta run. Mom is making dinner and she’ll be pissed if I’m not home. I’ll see you tomorrow, right? Movie night?” He turned and raced off through the school parking lot.

Yeah, that little shit definitely knew something he wasn’t sharing.

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You sat on the couch between Steve and Eddie at your house. Robin had brought over a few movie choices from Family Video and you had all agreed on ‘Howard the Duck.’ Well, to be fair, you and Robin had been outnumbered. The guys had all wanted to watch this strange movie about a duck who rescues some girl rocker and, most disturbingly, almost has sex with her. You couldn’t understand what the hell you were watching.

You also didn’t understand what was up with Eddie. He’d been so weird the last few days. He sat with his arm around you, glaring over at Steve every few minutes. Steve kept looking at you questioningly but you had no idea what was going on. He’d done this yesterday after school too. When Steve showed up to get you, Eddie flung his arm around you, staring Steve down like he was challenging him to a duel or something.

You’d asked Steve if he had pissed Eddie off somehow but he couldn’t think of anything. You were both at a loss but Eddie better get the hell over it. After all, Steve had been helping you plan the massive graduation bash you were putting together for him. He was finally graduating on his third try and you wanted to make sure he had the most epic party to celebrate.

“I’m going to get a pop,” you said, desperate to get out of whatever awkward situation this was.

“Oh, I can…” Steve started.

“No, I got it,” Eddie interrupted quickly, leaping from the couch and into the kitchen.

Steve leaned close to you, muttering, “What the hell is going on with him?”

“I have no idea. He’s being so weird. Are you sure you didn’t piss him off somehow?”

“No. I mean, what would I have…”

But his words were cut off when Eddie strode back into the living room, his eyes hard as granite as he looked at you and Steve. Moving to you, he handed you your pop, and then placed himself between you and Steve on the couch, wiggling his ass so the two of you had to scooch over to allow him to fit. Then the arm came again, almost possessively holding onto you as he shot Steve a look before propping his Reeboks on the coffee table and leaning into you.

“What other movies did you get, band geek?” he asked Robin who was looking at the three of you in confusion, her nose wrinkled, mouth hanging open.

“Oh, uh…we’ve got ‘Stand by Me’ and ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’,” she answered, raising her eyebrows toward you but you just shook your head slightly, having no answer to her silent question.

“Well, since you guys just made us sit through a very uncomfortable scene that bordered on beastiality, I think we get to pick this time,” you stated. “And I say, ‘Stand by Me.’ Robin?”

“I’m good with that,” she shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll put it in,” you offered.

“Nah,” Eddie said, his arm tightening its hold, pulling you in closer to his side. “Harrington can get it. We’re all comfy.”

“Uh…yeah, okay,” Steve agreed.

You turned to Eddie, frowning, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said breezily, “why wouldn’t I be?”

But he definitely didn’t seem okay.

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Eddie looked up at your bedroom window. It was midnight but your light was still on. He couldn’t sleep. He had to see you. He had to know what was going on with you and Harrington once and for all. It had been another week of you constantly having excuses why you couldn’t hang out and he was now entirely convinced that you were seeing Steve. It was eating his insides apart slowly.

Getting out of his van, he darted quickly across your front lawn and grabbed onto your drainpipe, climbing up. Grabbing onto the overhang, he pulled himself onto the little jut of roof just outside your window. He raised his hand to knock on the glass but stopped, gutted by what he saw in front of him.

There you were, gorgeous as always, those creamy thick thighs hanging out of tiny sleep shorts, as you sat cross legged on your bed. But you weren’t alone. Steve sat across from you. You laughed at something he said, leaning forward, providing Harrington with what, Eddie was sure, was a delicious view of cleavage, that itty bitty sleep tank barely containing your glorious breasts.

He should just leave. He should go back down that drainpipe, get in his van, and let you be. You were clearly happy but he couldn’t do it. You weren’t supposed to be happy with Harrington. You were supposed to be happy with him. Eddie gripped the bottom of the window and shoved it up hard, causing the glass to rattle in the frame and you both jumped, looking over at him.

“Eddie?” you asked. “What the hell?”

“You can’t have her!” he yelled, pointing at Steve.

“What? I can’t have who?”

“Eddie, are you okay?” you questioned, looking up at him with concern.

“No!” he bellowed, causing you both to jump again. “No! I am not okay! You can’t have her Steve! I love her! She’s mine!” Eddie turned to you, eyes imploring. “Princess, you’re supposed to be mine. You can’t be with Harrington because you’re meant to be with me.”

Your eyes went wide, eyebrows almost reaching your hairline, “You think me and Steve? Eddie, no.”

“Nah, man, we’re not together,” Steve assured, shaking his head. “This is a huge misunderstanding, Eddie. Her and I are not seeing each other.”

“Then why are you spending so much time together? You keep bailing on me for him.”

“We’re planning an epic graduation party for you, you dingus,” you huffed, rising from the bed. “I wanted to make sure you got the celebration you deserve for all your hard work this year. Steve was just helping me plan it.”

Eddie’s eyes darted between you and Steve, realizing the mistake he’d made and then realizing the confession he’d just made. Those warm, brown eyes went wide with fear as they fell back on you.

“You know what? I think this is a good time for me to head home,” Steve announced, grabbing his jacket. “I feel like you two probably have some stuff to talk about and you don’t need an audience for that. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Eddie, did you say you love me?” you asked, his words from earlier sinking in now that the tension had eased.

“Uhh…” He ran his hand over the back of his neck, looking up at you from under his mess of hair. “Maybe. I mean, yeah. But I thought…you know…I mean, we can pretend I never said that if you want to. I might have lost my shit there for a minute. I probably shouldn’t have said that. Damn it. You know what? Maybe I should just go too.”

Eddie turned to leave but you placed your hand on his arm, stopping him. He inhaled slowly and spun to face you again, preparing himself for the worst. No, he hadn’t told you because you were Dustin’s sister but he also hadn’t told you because he’d never believed someone like you would ever want someone like him. He didn’t know if he could take you rejecting him. He didn’t know if he’d recover.

“Eddie, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Seriously? Because look at you, that’s why!”

You glanced down at yourself, confused, “What are you talking about?”

“Princess, you’re perfect. You’re gorgeous. You’re way too damn good for me. You could have Harrington, King Steve. What do you want with some trailer park trash like me?”

“Eddie, you’re not trash,” you stated, angry that he saw himself that way. “You’re beautiful and you’re kind. You make me laugh. You go out of your way to make me feel better. You make me feel safe. I love spending time with you. And…I don’t want Steve.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I want you,” you told him, grabbing onto the front of his denim vest. “I’ve always wanted you, from the moment my brother introduced us. I…I love you too.”

“You do?” he asked timidly, as if he couldn’t believe the words you’d just said with your own mouth.

“Yes,” you laughed. “Why do you think I went to all this trouble to plan you the best graduation party this town has ever seen? I have been in love with you for months. I just…I didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I definitely feel the same way,” Eddie professed, his usual confident swagger returning now that he knew you felt the same way he did. His hands came to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. “Jesus Christ, can I kiss you? I’ve been staring at those lips for months.”

You took his face in your hands in answer, pulling his lips to yours. They were just as soft and supple as you imagined, molding to yours perfectly. When his tongue pressed past your lips, meeting your own, your knees wobbled, heat shooting straight to your core as desire like you’d never known coursed through you.

Eddie moaned into the kiss, backing you up until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you tumbled back onto it. He fell over you, bracing himself with his hands as his lips found yours again. His fingers toyed with the strap of your camisole as he pulled back, his eyes searching yours.

“Is this okay?” he asked and you were touched by him seeking your consent. You nodded, biting your lower lip as he dragged the straps off your shoulders and down your arms, baring your breasts to him. “Jesus Christ, they’re even more perfect than I imagined.”

Then his face was buried against them, burrowing between your ample mounds, hands kneading the flesh of them. His tongue traced over your nipples, fingers and mouth everywhere, taking his time as if he were memorizing every inch of you. He took one of your nippled between his teeth and you cried out, eyes closing, your back arching up off the bed to press yourself more fully against him.

“Can…princess, can I taste you?” Eddie questioned, so goddamn adorable in how uncertain he was.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you breathed. The amount of times you’d imagined his tongue on you, his fingers, him inside you…you couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

He slid your shorts and panties off, his hands coming to your knees and pressing them open, putting you on full display. Eddie moaned, lying down on his stomach, nuzzling your center with his nose. You whimpered at the slight touch, rolling your hips toward him, desperate to feel his mouth on you.

“Shit, baby. The amount of time I imagined burying my face between these beautiful thighs,” he breathed, his lips trailing kisses across one of them and then the other. He pressed a soft kiss to your core and you whimpered, your body wracked with need.

“Eddie, please,” you pleaded, thinking you couldn’t take much more.

“Such a needy girl,” he rumbled, burying his face between your legs and you groaned in a mixture of relief and unbelievable pleasure.

Your hands tangled through his hair, gripping it, holding him against you as you rocked your hips. Eddie was expertly working you with his tongue, his hands coming up to your breasts, squeezing and kneading before his thumbs and forefingers were rolling your nipples.

“Oh my god…Eddie…” you gasped, your thighs trembling, eyes rolling back.

“Mmm…so beautiful,” he mumbled against you, sucking your clit between his lips. “You are even more perfect than I dreamed.”

Your grip on his hair tightened as your muscles clenched in anticipation of the orgasm that was quickly approaching. Eddie sensed it and his tongue began making lazy circles, keeping you on edge but not sending you over just yet. He was stretching this moment out, relishing finally getting to do what he’d only dreamed of alone in his room.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, grinding yourself against his face but he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. “Eddie, please. I need it.”

“Patience,” he crooned, his tongue running from your clit down to your entrance. As his tongue explored within you, you writhed beneath him, your body craving release. “I’ve been waiting too long for this to let it end so quickly.”

His hands roamed along your body, gripping your soft flesh so deeply, you knew you’d have imprints of his fingers tomorrow. That only turned him on even more, the thought of everyone knowing that you were his. Eddie’s mouth left your center, exploring every inch of you from your ankles to your forehead, nipping and kissing each new piece of skin he encountered.

“Oh my God…” you mewled, shuddering beneath him, your body teetering as he pressed two fingers into you, his thumb roaming over your clit. “I can’t…Jesus Christ…please…”

“You’re mine now,” he growled, his mouth marking your breasts, your collarbone, your neck. “I want to watch you come beautiful girl. I want to hear you scream my name. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

“Yes…fuck yes…I’m yours,” you whimpered, hips rocking needily against his hand, your body wound do tight you thought you would explode if he didn’t let you orgasm soon.

“That’s a good girl,” Eddie smirked and then he curled his fingers and sent you straight to heaven. Your body locked, arms and legs rigid, back arching, as you screamed his name. Your muscles trembled violently with the tsunami of sensation that ripped through your body, finally getting release after so much tension.

“Oh fuck…Eddie…Jesus…that was…fuck…” you mumbled, your head rolling to the side.

His thumb and forefinger took your chin, turning your head to look at him, “I told you that you were meant to be mine.”

“I’m yours,” you agreed, gasping as his lips crashed against yours once again.

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