short story of eddie munson

part 1

Another thrilling campaign was concluded tonight. Eddie was feeling particularly on top of the world having outsmarted the entire Hellfire Club, leading to their unfortunate (character) demise.
     "Better luck next time, gentlemen... Y/N." He adds you at the last second, a testament to his "gentlemanly" ways.
     "You knew what you were doing with that banshee, Munson." You huff, recalling the way you forgot they can sense life from five miles away, eliminating any chance you had for a surprise attack.
     "Of course I did, dude. That's the point." He laughs, lightly punching you in the shoulder. "Now, don't be a sore loser. We're all going back to my place to celebrate my awesome campaign."
     It was common for Eddie to host a "party" for the club at the end of a campaign. This time differed only in his ego being as big as the building tonight, having won and all. You and the rest of the guys give a cheer in confirmation, already prepared to get tore up from the floor up.
     The group files outside, and you catch a ride with Eddie as you have a million times before. Jeff hops in his car and Gareth drives Dustin and Mike in his.
     "You have fun tonight?" You laugh in Eddie's van as it smoothly coasts to his nearby trailer.
     "Oh, sure. My favorite part was you, Y/N knower of all monsters and spells, insufferable know-it-all DnD extraordinaire, forgetting the one thing that makes a banshee, a banshee." He taunts, earning a playful scowl from you.
     You arrive at the trailer within minutes, the rest of the club close behind. Everyone gathers in the empty living room as they have time and time before. Eddie tosses a bottle of beer to everyone except Mike and Dustin, but they don't mind. They're just happy to be here.
     "Next week, prepare yourselves for perhaps my most sadistic adventure to date!" Eddie, buzzed, displays grand showmanship as he describes next week's sneak peek. The hang out shifts from DnD talk, to sporadic jam sessions, to crazy stories, until finally Dustin suggests Truth or Dare.
     "What are we, five?" Gareth teases.
     "No, no. This could be fun. Start us off, Henderson." A drunken Eddie hands Dustin the floor.
     "Uh, okay. Jeff, truth or dare?" Dustin looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
     "Huh, I guess dare." Jeff isn't the confessing type.
     "I dare you to take a shot of the hottest hot sauce Eddie has in his house." Dustin looks at an elated Eddie. He scurries back to his room and comes back with a black glass bottle.
     "Turn it up, Jeff." Eddie snickers.
     "What is this? Is this even hot sauce? Is this drugs?" Jeff opens the small lid and sniffs.
     "No, dumbass. It's ghost pepper extract. My uncle bought it as a gag gift for me one Christmas. It feels like tongue fucking a stove eye." Eddie slouches into the couch, watching for Jeff's reaction. He turns the small bottle up, one big gulp, and he looks at the rest of us.
     "It's not really that bad." His lisp is multiplied by 7 and his eyes are steadily pouring tears, but other than that, he doesn't waver.
     "Jesus Christ." Dustin marvels, laughing as Jeff's tears soak his shirt. "You're turn, Jeff."
     "Eddie, you son of a bitch. Truth or dare?" Jeff laughs through deep breaths.
     "Hey man, all I did was supply the sauce. Henderson's the one who dared you. But, truth." Eddie smirks, certain there's nothing he'd be too scared to admit.
     "Why do all the models in the Playboys you buy look like Mike's mom?" Jeff asks smugly. The entire room erupts into laughter, except for Mike.
     "Come on, guys," Mike groans.
     "To be fair, Mrs. Wheeler is a dime." You add, fueling Mike's discomfort.
     "I'm gonna claim it's completely coincidental." Eddie chuckles.
     "Yeah, right. We've all seen Mike's mom," Gareth starts, causing Mike to groan yet again. "It doesn't really take much to set you off, man."
     "Yeah honestly anything with a pussy and a pulse could probably find a way into Eddie's bed." Jeff laughs.
     "That's a lie. Y/N has a pussy probably and I've never wanted to fuck her. She's one of the guys, it just can't happen." He sits with a proud look on his face as if he proved anything.
     "Probably?" You repeat to yourself as you lift your waistband, making sure she's still down there. Eddie picks Gareth and dares him to call his mom posing as a toaster repair service. It goes to hell and she hangs up furiously. The trailer nearly shakes with drunken  laughter.
     "Y/N, truth or dare?" Gareth points to you across the living room.
     "Uh, dare, I guess." You chuckle, eager to see what bullshit they're gonna have you attempt.
     "I dare you to turn Eddie on." Gareth grins wickedly, aware that Eddie just said it couldn't be done.
      "Good luck, bud. It's gonna be like having Jeff try to get in my pants." Eddie jokes.
     "Alright, lemme give it a try." You lean over to Eddie, cupping your hand around his ear as you begin to whisper.
     "You have no idea how many times I've touched myself while imagining you throat fucking me as hard as you can, forcing yourself into my throat while tears fall down my face." You start. "I think about the way your cock would twitch inside me while you came in my tight, little pussy. And then I'd finger myself afterward, just to taste us mixed together." You let your breath wash over Eddie's neck before you pulled away.
     Eddie's eyes widen in shock. The room fills with boyish giggles as his cheeks become a rosy color.
     "Jesus, Y/N. What'd you say to him?" Gareth slaps his hands together once, laughing with everyone else. Eddie is stunned, unable to look at you for a moment, and unable to speak.
     "I dunno, but I don't need to see him pitch a tent to know I did it." You smirk proudly, relishing in the buzzed confidence.
     Jesus Christ Eddie thinks to himself. He racks his brain for a single memory that could be warned him you'd never be capable of saying something like that.
     "Mike, truth or dare?" You somewhat slur.
     "Please don't make it about my mom," He begs.
     "Truth or dare, Wheeler? C'mon." You bypass his request, gesturing for him to give you an answer.
     "Ugh, truth."
     "Does your mom still have that necklace? The golden charm with a strangely placed pearl?" You fight to contain your laughter.
     "Yeah, I think so. Why?" Mike furrows his brow.
     "You guys, Mike's mom has one of those pussy necklaces. It's like fancy, but it's meant to look like a vag. I swear to God." You describe it to them, and they all confirm they've seen it.
     "Guys, seriously?" Mike whines.
     "Your mom fucks, Mike. Get over it. Don't dull her shine." You turn up your beer as punctuation on your sentence.
     "I'm not dulling her shine, I just don't want to hear about it!" He throws a pillow at you, laughing. "And she's married! I have a dad!"
     "Show off." Gareth jokes. The rest of the night is full of laughter and more Mike's Mom Jokes than anyone could've really prepared for. Eddie stays much quieter, eventually excusing himself to the bathroom.