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Prom Date

Summary: Prom is coming and you want nothing more than to go. A certain metalhead goes above and beyond chivalry.

F! Reader Insert, 6111 Words

Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI. Y/N is over 18. Eddie is scarred from the Upside Down. I took some liberties and decided Vecna was defeated in this. Making out, smoking, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, cursing, food mentions, protected sex.

Authors Note: This has been in the works for ages, and I am unleashing it lol. I never went to prom sooooo this is another self indulgent one lol. Also, I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you don’t have an idea and just wanna chat, that’s cool too! I promise I won't bite.

The complaint you had been making gets caught in your throat, embarrassment heating your cheeks as the conversation you were having with Steve is halted by the bell above the door to Family Video.

It’s the first time it’s gone off since you’d settled in here after school to hang out with your friends. The place was dead enough that the interruption alone would have garnered your glance, but instead your full attention is quickly commanded by the metalhead entering beneath the bell, already grinning as he takes you in at the counter. “Hey Y/N…Steve…Robin.” He nods at each of you as the lot of you greet him back.

Your simple, “Hi Eddie.” is much more reserved than you feel as you ignore the butterflies he causes by approaching, a stack of video tapes tucked under one of the scarred arms that peeks unapologetically from his Black Sabbath t-shirt.

“What are we talking about?” He asks with a small chuckle, to which Robin immediately throws you under the bus.

“Prom.” She supplies in a pained tone, adding, “Y/N doesn’t have a date.”

“Robin!” You complain sharply as Steve gives her a stern look. Her eyes widen, having missed the cue that maybe you wouldn’t want Eddie to know that - to open yourself up for his scrutiny on top of your already miserable desires.

Eddie doesn’t mock you though. He takes one look at you, at the apparent mortification on your face that’s now hidden by your hands, and you can only assume he takes pity on you.

In response to Robin’s words, just loud enough for you to hear, he insists “Go with me.”

As the words register, you drop your hands, your eyes widening before you can help it.

You let out a small, disbelieving sound at Eddie, cringing at the way it comes out like a mutilated laugh. “Doesn’t prom go against your entire belief system?” You mutter, Eddie smiling like you’ve just paid him a compliment.

“Oh absolutely it does...But who am I to turn a blind eye to a damsel in distress?” He gives a small chuckle, before catching the downtrodden look on your face and quickly scrambling.

“That’s not to say that uh, I wouldn’t enjoy myself. I think…I mean, if it’s with you, I think it could be fun.” There’s a slight smile playing around the edge of his lips.

It would be fun. It would be…everything. And you want him to mean it so desperately that it takes you a moment to notice the way that your delay affects Eddie. The way he fidgets with his hands…Shifts from foot to foot…Could he actually be nervous?

You melt.

“I…I’d really like to go.” You confess, your voice small in the wake of the admittance you hadn’t allowed yourself thus far. Putting yourself out there, only to have Eddie’s answering smile take the breath from your lungs.

“It’s a date then.” He sets his pile of videos on the counter, glancing at your mutual friends. “Take care of this for me, will you Harrington? I gotta go find a tux.”

Steve pulls the tapes towards himself as Eddie starts to walk backwards toward the door, eyes never leaving you even for a moment. “I’ll see you later?” He asks hopefully.

You nod far too readily only for him to grin again and wave, rings glinting in the fluorescent lighting, before he heads out.

As the door closes behind him, Robin gives you a wide eyed look, Steve scanning the returns as he lets out a very casual. “Munson, huh? Now that I wasn’t expecting.”

“Me neither.” You reply, already fretting about making sure that things go perfectly as you pinch yourself that Eddie Munson has really just asked you to prom.

Robin starts talking a mile a minute, having garnered acceptance of the situation much more quickly than your still bewildered state, and Steve lovingly reminds you both to breathe.

It feels far removed from you in that moment and beyond it, as the days leading up to prom seem to accelerate in your anxious state.

Until it’s the night of and finally you head to Steve’s, where his bathroom counter has been taken over by all the beauty products Robin, Robin’s mother, (and Steve,) collectively owned.

While there you’re given the full glamor treatment - makeup, hair, the works.

It’s a great time. Not only do you enjoy this bit of pampering but as they help you get ready, Steve and Robin reminisce about their own memories of prom to your utter delight.

Steve’s is a classic tale - 85’ prom king, underage drinking, and an after party where he and his date went all the way.

“Gag.” Robin interjected, launching into her own unconventional tale. A prom that involved crashing in 84’ after a spiteful makeover and some light property damage.

You laugh along with both your friends and think to yourself that both experiences, while wonderful, were nothing compared to what stood before you - an evening with Eddie.

It was tying you up in knots, the anticipation. The nerves that took what was upcoming and loaded it on top of every interaction you two had shared previously. A perfect storm of wondering if things between you two were moving in the direction you hoped for…If this was more than just chivalry to him.

You wanted it to be. Cataloging all of the previously stolen glances between you two…the inside jokes…

“Would you stop pacing,” Steve insisted, grabbing you by the shoulders. “It’s gonna be fine! Trust me.”

“Trust you.” You repeated, about to go off on an anxiety-induced spiral of self deprecation before Robin interjected and halted you in your tracks. She said some words - pretty and French. Something about maybe how you looked? Or how Eddie was going to feel when he looked at you? You weren’t sure.

In any case, it helped. You took a deep breath and put a relaxed smile on your face. Robin took the opportunity to snap a Polaroid of the three of you.

This led to a dozen more photos, Steve and Robin posing with you like the parents sending you off. Robin wiped fake tears from her eyes and Steve started in on a fake lecture about boys and how they were no good, and back in his day...

You were still laughing at that when a knock on the door caused you to freeze, nerves supplanting themselves right back in the pit of your stomach as Steve went to let Eddie in, quickly sidestepping so the pair of you could take each other in.

As your gaze landed on Eddie, you couldn’t help but find him impossibly handsome - clean shaven, shiny brown curls falling past his shoulders where he’d managed to find a relatively nice suit to wear.

You were surprised to see a boutonniere in the same color as your dress - your favorite color - beside his lapel. In his still ringed hands he held a plastic container with a matching corsage.

You couldn’t help but to go slack-jawed in awe at the sight, touched beyond measure.

Steve clears his throat behind the pair of you. You hadn’t noticed how long you’d been ogling Eddie - or that he’d been struck just as speechless at the sight of you in your prom dress.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He pipes up, the both of you meeting halfway.

“Thank you, Eddie. You look really handsome.” You swear, fondness in your voice.

He beams at you, gingerly holding up the corsage, “Can I?” He asks.

You offer your wrist, Robin and Steve snapping away with the camera. You stick your tongue out at them after giving them a generous moment to get the shot.

They wave you off, forcing the two of you into all kinds of poses that you complain about but know you’ll cherish - physical remnants of the way Eddie holds you tight and smiles like he’s proud to have you.

These and a few group shots, the last of which has Eddie making a classic rockstar pose and Steve faux-flexing, and you two are ushered off the lawn and on your way.

“Not too late now!” Steve teases - Robin's arm is around his waist as she waves you off.

You roll your eyes at both of them, addressing him when you say, “I’ll be sure to do that, mom.” And Eddie laughs as they flip you the bird and disappear into the house to hang out.

“You ready?” Eddie asks sweetly, to which you nod, already heading for his van.

When he sees which way you’re going he gently catches you by the arm, shaking his head. “Your chariot for the evening is actually this way my lady.”

Your confused expression turns to one of surprise as Eddie produces a set of keys from his pocket, jingling them in the general direction of Steve’s BMW.

“Steve said I could borrow her, with some stipulations.” Eddie explained, a bit of a pink tint to the tips of his ears at whatever they were, as he hurried over and opened your door for you before you could ask.

Once you and your dress are situated he shuts you in gently, heading around the front of the vehicle and sliding into the driver’s seat.

“How’d you pull that off?” You ask nonchalantly instead, smoothing your dress down your legs.

Eddie clears his throat, eyes on your ankle and sounding a touch embarrassed as he explains. “I told him that I didn’t want you to show up to your prom in the old grease bucket, smelling like weed…He took pity on me I think.”

He waves it off, but you frown. Not liking the answer, you call his name gently, reassuring him. “I could have rolled up in half a rotting pumpkin and I would still be happy because I’m there with you.”

Feeling bold, you reach out and squeeze his hand reassuringly. You’re planning to let go but Eddie suddenly squeezes back, lacing your fingers together.

“Is-is this okay?” He nods down at the hand he holds, a timid smile on his face. You smile wide in return, promising him, “It’s perfect.”

Not much more needs to be said. He holds your hand the whole ride to the school, a guitar you recognize playing low in the background. Not Steve’s usual station for sure, and you don’t mind at all.

When the two of you arrive, the parking lot is already full - well, as full as it can be with half the town having moved away overnight…Upperclassmen are all around, running free in their fancy attire, having a blast. Cutting lose in a much needed way after the last year of hell.

Paying them no mind, Eddie takes your hand and leads you through the halls of the school, where you flash your tickets at the entry before heading inside the gym.

You smile as you take in the packed space, full of colorful balloons and gossamer streamers hanging, winding, and climbing every available surface.

A cluster of colorfully dressed people jumps, twirls, and writhes in the middle of the floor, creating a cluster of hairspray smell that’s a bit overwhelming.

Eddie takes one look at you under the twinkle lights, and feels his heart skip a beat.

“Hard to believe this is the same room where I’ve spent so much time faking injuries.” You tell him when you meet his gaze, your admittance making him laugh.

“I wish I would have known, I’m notorious for my nosebleeds. I could have kept you supplied with plenty of fake blood.” He taps the side of said nose in emphasis, and you can’t help but think about how well a kiss would fit right there. “Hm” You muse, slight smile on your lips. “I usually go with ‘sprained ankle.’ Guaranteed reading time for the whole period. Doubt a few drops of blood can get you the same result.” “A few drops? I’ll have you know that I have a very serious vitamin K deficiency.” He answers, smirk on his lips. “A nosebleed from me is a guaranteed bloodbath. Coach can’t get me out of here fast enough.”

You bark out a laugh. “You’re a little bit evil, Munson.”

“Maybe.” He grins huge, hand to his heart. “I promise you though, no excuses tonight.” Eddie shakes his hair out. “I am but your humble servant, here to dance to your heart’s desires.”

You raise an eyebrow, but he isn’t joking - he drags you to the makeshift dance floor, where scattered couples give you a wide berth, Eddie never showing whether he minds or not. He moves along to the music blaring throughout the gym, encouraging you to join him. You fold way too fast, inspired to abandon your nerves with the way he’s smiling and looking at you like there’s no one else in the room.

You keep your gaze on him, loving how when he dances it’s in complete confidence - treating each song like a concert he’s putting on for the two of you. It’s silly and uncoordinated and so much fun.

After a sporadic turn around the dance floor to the pop that Eddie loathes, for what feels like ages, the pair of you suddenly grow nervous at the slow song that cuts through - a soulful angelic voice rife with passion, urging lover’s together.

You're surrounded by peers who’ve already fallen into their dates' arms when Eddie holds a hand out.

Head up slightly, you place your hand in his and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you in close, swaying the pair of you from side to side.

The song goes on - romantic and full of promise, and changes the atmosphere entirely. When it ends, Eddie doesn’t seem like he can go back to jumping and bopping around to the hits of today.

Instead he unwraps his arms from around your waist without a word, linking his arm with yours and leading you out the double doors of the cafeteria.

By this point in the night the prom is in full swing, so the concession tables lined up outside just beyond the doors in the senior hallway are nearly abandoned.

There’s one bleary eyed chaperone posted out front to guard the punch, halfheartedly asking if you’re having fun as Eddie pours you a generous cup full.

You nod at her in reply and down the drink, trying not to wince at the taste and give yourself away. Knowing that said chaperone had definitely fallen asleep at the wheel.

The second your back is turned though, you’re pulling a face, and Eddie chuckles at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering there a touch too long. It feels more than friendly.

“I’m really glad you asked me to come.” You blurt before you can help it, immediately hiding behind the pretense of taking another sip of your drink.

Eddie’s eyes grow soft at your words. “I’m really glad you said yes.” He admits.

It takes you by surprise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He moves in a touch closer, looking like he wants to say something.

He clams up though when there’s an apparent shift change at the punch table. A new teacher is taking the place of the old, this one looking at Eddie entirely disapprovingly. Likely traumatized from having him in class at some point.

And Eddie, for all his confidence, seems to shrink. Looks wholly defeated.

You frown, urging him down the hall and away from disapproving eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, plastering a smile on his face that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Got the best girl in Hawkins all to myself, what could be wrong?”

The compliment almost distracts you. “Eddie,” you complain softly, with a small laugh.

He loves the sound of your laugh. Loves seeing you get all flustered. “Alright alright, so to be fair I don’t ‘got’ you - but I did bring you to the prom. Now you’ll never forget me.” He grins.

You want to tell him that he can have you - take you, you’ll be his, but you're not brave enough to make the offer, and so you tease him about the latter part of his statement, “Forget you?” You ask incredulously. “We’ve fought interdimensional monster’s together, Munson. I’m not likely to forget that any time soon.”

“Ah you say that now. But in fifty years? I would have just been that guy with the tattoos who complained the whole time…Now as your senior prom date...I mean, hell, even Wayne remembers his prom date, and the old man likely couldn’t tell you what I made for dinner last night.” He grimaces more than he laughs.

You frown slightly, although you try hard to keep your words light. “You make it sound like you’re going somewhere.”

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart...That’s kind of that point. Girls like you go off, change the world…And guys like me get left behind, wondering what might have been.”

“Eddie.” You frown, not sure where to begin with that. “What are you saying?”

“Just that…I hope you’ll remember me.” He tells you sadly.

“Eddie,” You blurt, a touch too loudly. The other occupant of the hall narrows her eyes, looking like she’s debating intervening. You bite your lip and lower your voice. “Why is it what could have been? Why does…nothing come of it?”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Eddie murmurs quietly. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Oh no, you absolutely should have…because if you’re telling me that you like me…” You shake your head in disbelief. “Eddie, I will never let you go.”

“Y/N…” he protests softly, and he sounds much older than twenty years old. You shake your head, taking his hands in yours, squeezing reassuringly.

“Eddie, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Dr. Brenner asked me to work with him after graduation. Stay in Hawkins where we can try to undo some of the nasty ugly that Vecna unleashed…That being said, wherever I am, stay or go, you do not get to decide that you’re not good enough for me. Not after everything.”

And then, with the backing that Eddie likes you - likes you and for all his doubts wants to be remembered by you, you take a leap.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his firmly, lingering there even when he’s kissed you back, pulled away so now he’s stammering, lips still brushing yours.

“So I-you’re-” Eddie stutters. You nudge his cute nose with your own, expression soft, nerves worked out by the man’s sincerity.

“I like you, Eddie.” You tell him, eyes hopeful. “Is it enough?”

“More than enough.” He breathed. He leaned back in for another kiss, and then another. Only stopping when the nosey chaperone behind the two of you cleared her throat loudly.

He rests his forehead against yours. There’s several comfortable beats of silence as he takes in what’s happened. Then he offers, nervously and quietly, “…you wanna go dance some more?”

You nod eagerly.

The night wears on with more dancing, laughter, and stolen kisses.

When hours have passed and the band is wrapping up, you still don’t want to let Eddie go, holding him tight even as the overhead lights come on in the gym, clean up starting in the echoing silence.

Eddie hums softly, face downtrodden. “I guess…I guess I better get you home.”

“Sure or…” You clear your throat, looking at Eddie from beneath your lashes. “I mean, it’s kind of been implied that I’m spending the night at Robin’s…so uh, no one’s waiting up for me or anything…”

“Oh?” Eddie perks up. “Well uh, Steve is very much back there waiting up for his lady, so…maybe we can get rid of her and spend some more time together?”

You agree readily, letting out a small laugh. “I’d love that…Now let’s hurry, I absolutely cannot be in these shoes any longer.”

Eddie quickly straightens up, holding out an arm. “Say no more.”

He leads you out of the gym, giving a small jerk where you two maintain contact before you can step into the darkened near-empty parking lot.

“What is it?” You ask him, only for him to slip his arm out of your hold, both hands landing on your shoulders before he sinks down to one knee in front of you.

“Give me,” He insists, slapping his upper thigh.

Confused, you raise a foot slowly, only to squeak as he makes quick work of robbing you of the shoe you present him, then the other, the strappy heels held tightly in his hand as he scrambles to his feet.

“Eddie!” You gasp, bare feet on the pavement.

He looks absolutely diabolical as he coos at you, “Don’t worry baby, I don’t expect you to walk.”

Expected instead to sweep you off your feet, making you let out a loud startled sound as he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder.

“Eddie!” You squeal in protest, face hot as you protest that you're way too heavy for this, only for Eddie to laugh at you and ignore what you think are perfectly valid concerns.

Eddie’s having none of it, strong and steady as he deposits you in Steve’s car, your offending shoes pressed into your hands.

He jogs giddily around the front of the BMW, sliding into the front seat and firing her up.

“You’re a menace.” You whine, attempting to fix what the night of dancing and being carried around has done to your hair.

Eddie laughs at you, reaching out a hand tentatively. You take it firmly, bringing it up to your lips to press a kiss to it. Eddie’s whole demeanor softens, and you do it again. And again.

Eddie only stops you once you get to Steve’s a few minutes later, where he quickly rushes inside, not wanting your mutual friends to come out and intrude on your evening.

A few minutes later and you’re in the front seat of his van, the engine rumbling beneath you as he mentions that he could go for a smoke, and you readily agree.

Rather than take you back to his and Wayne’s place though - newly assigned by the government after Vecna’s assault - to your surprise he drives the two of you out to Lover’s Lake.

“I still like to come out here sometimes. It’s mostly peaceful now that the whole town is…well, a ghost town.” He explains, nervous as he pulls out some pre-rolled blunts in a little baggie and a box of camels from his dashboard, holding them both up to you as options.

You choose the blunts, and he situates the rejects before glancing behind him nervously. “We uh, we can get in the back and open the doors up if you want? There’s more room.”

Trying and failing to hide your smile, you nod and climb back, Eddie quickly following and popping open the doors, the night air wafting in over the slightly rippling water as he lights up.

“Oh wow.” You tilt your head back and take in the stars and moon hanging overhead. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says absentmindedly, taking a long drag. Breathing out a plume of smoke, eyes only for you. “Beautiful.”

You meet his gaze, and he blushes, coughing slightly. Your hand finds his unoccupied one, and you squeeze.

The two of you are out there for a while, sharing the blunt back and forth until relaxation coats your bones, a lazy smile taking over your lips.

“I’m really glad you asked me to prom.” You grin, repeating your words from earlier.

Eddie merely chuckles, remembering. “I’m really glad you said yes…and that I’m going to see more of you,” he says it like a question, and you’re already nodding, taking your hit.

“I told you, there’s no getting rid of me now.” You laugh. Eddie tilts his head to the side at the sound, long curls falling over his shoulder.

He’s gorgeous like this - in the low light of the moon, with his tie, or rather, his corporate noose of oppression, long since discarded. (He’d kicked it playfully, the big dork.)

All that and a hint of skin showing beyond the top few undone buttons of his shirt…he was lovelier than anything in this whole town.

“You promise?” Eddie asks playfully, two fingers raising the blunt and inhaling a touch sharply - he blinks his eyes at you coyly, but you know there’s real insecurity behind the question.

You brush his hand to the side and kiss him in answer. Slow and sweet, but when Eddie scrambles to abandon the blunt altogether, eager to get both his hands on you, all bets are off.

Bunching up your suddenly constricting prom dress in your hands, you struggle to get closer to Eddie, straddling him as you slip your tongue in his mouth.

Minutes go by like this, the atmosphere growing hot and heavy, until your soft sucking on his earlobe makes him jerk harshly up into you.

“Fuck,” he gasps, trying to pull away, eyes darting down to where your dress is bunched up around your thighs. “Sorry!”

You frown, trying to keep your seat. “Don’t be sorry! …I uh, I was hoping…maybe we could…if you wanted to…”

He groans before shaking out his hair, trying to clear his mind. “Course’ I do, just…we’re in the van.” He emphasized. “S’not how I wanted to do things…”

You plant another kiss on his lips. Tug on his bottom lip with your teeth. “…Please?”

He folds way too fast.

“Fuck, okay. Can’t say no to those eyes.” He shakes his head slightly. Wants to ingrain the smile that takes over your face in his mind forever.

Especially when you reach out for him again, kissing him passionately. “…Gonna take such good care of you.” He practically growls, and you let out a shudder.

“Promise?” You bat your eyes at him, repeating the words that had started this whole thing.

“Shit, I’d do anything for you. You know that don’t you?” He asks, cradling your face in his hands with the utmost care. A nod from you and he smiles, eyes darting over to the van’s front.

“Gimme a sec,” he instructs, leaving you momentarily to fish around under his seat, producing a blanket that he tosses down, spreading it out.

“There we are.” He offers a sheepish grin as you ease yourself into the padding he’s laid out for you, guiding Eddie to situate himself atop you as you lock lips once again.

While you kiss, his growing harness pressing eagerly against you, you work his suit jacket off his shoulders, undoing a few more buttons so he can shuck his shirt off after it.

You're eager to feel any skin you can, sighing contentedly at having him beneath your fingers.

Eddie starts to tense up a bit though, the more that’s revealed, apologies already on his lips.

“Hey, none of that.” You shake your head. “I want you to an embarrassing degree. A few battle scars aren’t going to scare me off.”

“It’s more than a few.” He cleared his throat, offering a tiny smile. “But…okay…”

When you take in the sight of him - bare, scarred, fucking perfect, it’s not at all an exaggeration. And yet you’ve never seen something so beautiful.

The pattern interrupting his porcelain skin exists of of blush pinks and vibrant reds. Reaching across him in some places, splitting in others, every bit of it is a testament to his resilience and heroism.

You hope fate will grant you enough time to memorize them all someday as you tell him, “Very metal.”

“Yeah?” He quirks up a brow, looking a bit more relaxed.

“Hell yeah.” You reply teasingly, and Eddie chuckles before his kiss practically consumes you.

Lips against yours, firm and eager, his hands roam your back that’s currently covered by silky fabric.

He glances down at where it covers you. “It really is a pretty dress…” he tells you, toying with the zipper. “Mind if I take it off?”

“Please.” You gasp.

“Oh.” He lets out a breath through his nose. “Good girl.”

Your head falls back slightly, eyes widening a fraction as he slips the zipper down and moves the fabric down over your arms, past your waist, your legs and ankles, discarding it off to the side.

Laid out before him in nothing but your strapless bra and lacey panties, he groans a little.

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps. “Fuck...you look so damn sexy. I can’t wait to do this again somewhere I can see you properly…”

You giggle beneath him, and he swallows the sound with his kiss. Pulling back slightly and murmuring, asking if he can see more of you.

When you give him permission his lips graze your shoulder, planting little kisses there while his hands work behind you with the clasps of your bra.

When it comes loose, he pulls back and drinks you in, diving in readily.

You gasp when he first takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly, eagerly.

Noises of ecstacy edge him on as he sucks, nibbles, teases, his hands and tongue and teeth lavishing your breasts with attention until you're shaking, hands buried in his hair.

“Feels so good, Eddie,” you whine.

Eddie grins widely down at you, hand tracing a path up your leg, “…want to taste you.” He breathes.

A nod and he’s between your legs, kneeling on marks left by gnashing teeth, grinning devilishly before he’s dragging his tongue up the center of you that’s still clothed for the moment.

You cry out in surprise and pleasure, back arching off the blanket and he grins, wanting your underwear out of the way now that he’s had some fun with you.

He tugs them down your legs, murmuring all the while how gorgeous you are, his eyes drinking you in once you're finally, completely, naked beneath him.

Then his words of praise get muffled by your inner thighs as he’s kissing and nipping at them, your legs thrown over his shoulders.

Looking up at you through his hair, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up, holding your hips down from jolting against him.

His tongue dives in again and again, stroking you to the edge and lapping up everything you give him, as you tangle your hands in his hair and pull.

He moans against you, tilting your hips up further, locking his grip and moving his tongue even quicker.

Eddie can’t help but admire the scene in front of him as he eats you out, tits bouncing as you thrust against his mouth and the fingers he supplies, begging him for more.

You look so good like this, all fucked-out, downright sobbing as Eddie devoured you. When you finally shatter under the sheer force of your orgasm, he nurses it for all its worth.

Eddie pulls back and swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as you catch your breath, admiring you as you come down.

“And so pretty when you cum…” he praises you.

In the aftermath you reach for him blindly, and he crawls atop you on all fours, your mouths crashing together messily.

“Eddie,” you’re begging him. “Eddie, please…” pushing his pants and boxers down and off his hips with your feet, eager and uncoordinated, but he gets the message.

Your eyes take in every inch of him, greedily running over every bit of skin as he kicks the offending fabric away before thinking better of it and turning his pants inside out to try and find his wallet and the condom within it.

There’s relief in his eyes when it turns up, shaking hands slowing him down until he finally just tears into the package with his teeth, unable to take it anymore.

The sight practically causes your lower stomach to spasm.

Then he’s pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down his length, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Fuck,” He sighs lightly, spreading your legs and lining himself up with you as you smile so hard your nose scrunches up. And holy hell if you aren’t the most perfect thing he’s ever seen.

Especially when he slips inside you finally, your walls tightening against the intrusion and gripping him so seamlessly.

Eddie groans, releasing his hold on himself so he can press your legs down a little further as he inches in.

He cries out an array of explicatives as he watches himself disappear inside you, hearing you moan at the feeling of finally being full.

His hips cant forward, slowly easing in and out until you cry out his name and praises.

Eddie slams into you, driving in over and over, eyes closed tight against the pleasure of it all.

You’re making it so much better as you cry out beneath him, hands roving his body.

“Want you to fall apart on my cock, sweetheart.” He gasps, thumb working rhythmically against your clit, loving the little screams you let out when he plays with it.

With the way he has you on edge, swiping against that little button while he pounds into you hard and deep, just how you’re begging for it, it doesn’t take long at all.

You’re helpless as your walls bear down on him, his movements faltering under the intensity of your second orgasm as it washes over you.

Then he picks his pace right back up, fucking into you where you’re still fluttering around him.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He accentuates each word with a harsh thrust. “Fucking knew you would be.” There’s sweat beading up on his forehead, his eyes still fixated on the spot where your bodies met. He sounds absolutely wrecked. Desperate.

“Had a damn near out of body experience when you were swinging that oar around. Fell so damn hard and just…fuck…Fucking knew, knew right then that if I was ever lucky enough to get you underneath me it was gonna be fucking transcendent.”

He drives into you a little harder at that point, and you moan loudly, nails digging into his back.

Eddie hisses slightly, smiling, not a trace of cockiness in his tone as he begs you for reassurance. “Was I wrong, baby?” He asks.

You give a desperate shake of your head. Choking out. “Right. So right, so good. Fuck! Eddie!”

He groans. “Shit, I’m not gonna last. You’re taking me so well.”

Eddie pounds against you harder, thrusts sloppy right up until he cums, spilling into the condom with his head thrown back, pure ecstasy on his face.

With his finish he collapses on top of you, exhausted, sweaty, and so, so satisfied.

You reach up from beneath him, running hands through his long hair, not complaining about his weight at all. Even whining when he quickly realizes and moves to roll off of you.

Eddie chuckles, removing the used condom and discarding it in an empty plastic bag under his passenger seat.

Once that’s back where he found it he settles into the pulling you into his arms, both to appease you, and because he needed it.

He kisses the top of your head as he does so, a laugh shaking his body slightly as he pulls you tighter into him. “Holy fuck.”

You giggle, agreeing wholeheartedly. He leans his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe I got you.” Tasting the way it makes you smile as you murmur the same words back to him.

After more kisses than you can keep track of, Eddie breaks apart from you to ask, “Hey, are you hungry?”

And when you admit you are, the two of you redress, and he takes you to a 24 hour diner a little outside of Hawkins where the two of you gorge yourselves on breakfast food.

You look a bit more like the girl he first fell for, make up long since discarded like it was in the days following him hiding in the boathouse. A light sheen of sweat lingers from what the two of you did in the back of his van, your prom dress is rumpled, and still the smile you offer him - it makes him feel like everything is gonna be alright.

He can’t take his eyes off you. He tells you as much, and with his adoration comes promises made between the two of you over hash browns and maple syrup.

Promises of sticking around, of being enough, and of never forgetting - not because things were unforgettable by proximity - but because how could you, when this was the first of so much to be shared, to be experienced…together.

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Summary: the trio go on a deal and ends with some hurt / comfort Pairing: Steddie X Reader - poly relationship Trigger Warning: panic attack / misogyny Content Warning: previous high explanations / insecure reader / Steve gets a little assertive physically / Eddie is short tempered (kinda)

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“I don't know,” you whined, exacerbated from the constant failed attempts at finding a new jacket. “Do yous think this is too long?” You turned from the mirror to look towards Eddie and Steve. One paying the correct amount of attention and the other distracted by the small trinkets dotted about the charity shop.

“No, I think it’s short enough.” Steve had walked over to pinch and pull about the jacket, “Suits your jeans.” His comment was matched with a little kiss to the top of your head. “You should get it.”

You looked around in the mirror to try find the infamous set of frizzy curls, “Eddie, where have you gone?” You couldn’t help the laugh, knowing the boy all too well.

He reappeared with a jacket of his own in hand, holding it up by the shoulders, jingling it “Look how metal this is!” If a jacket could’ve been described as Eddie Munson, it was this one. But the boy stopped in his tracks once his brain caught up, “Tell me you’re getting that?” His face was a bashful smile.

“I don’t know..” You’d tuned back to the mirror, moving around trying to settle your brain.

“Sweetheart, Babe, Love of my life, how can you not be sure?” Steve laughed at the boys dramatic nature. “Its amazing, and with the jeans! You gotta!”

“Steve said the same thing!”

“So it’s a yes?” Steve was smirking at you, rested upon a structure.

Shrugging it off, you smiled coyly hopping off to the till. Eddie and Steve found themselves bemused by your giddy nature, like always.

Opening the door, Eddie glanced at his watch haphazardly “Oh shit, hurry your asses, I have business to attend.” Walking out under his arm, you and Steve cross your brows at him, he makes a smoking gesture towards you both.

“I aint done one of them in ages, lemme join.” Steve replied, wrapping you under his arm as you all walked to Eddies van.

“A smoke or a deal?”

“Both.” Your head and eyes just followed between the two as you all go in and set off.

“Get your own hobby, man.” Eddie groaned, eyes rolling around the road looking for the right turn.

You both laughed at his blatant pouting, “Don’t be so selfish, Munson.”

The ride remained light as always, music on lower than Eds preferred, but only to hear yours and Steves conversations: pointing out people you knew - which ended in a mini bitch fest.

Eddie pulled up to a lay-by unexpectedly. His motions of turning the engine off, getting his box from the foot well and getting out was so fluid the two of you didn’t seem to register. He opened Steves door and delivered rather cockily “You coming then?”

The walk to Eddies place of shop was wordless to start with: Eddie leading a head, Steves hand in yours - which you swayed childishly, causing a little game filled with small shoves, tugs and giggles to form between you.

All the metal head could hear was gasps, laughs, shrieks of Steves name, belly laughs from the as fore mentioned and an unnecessary amount of leafs crunching. But he also could feel his heart swelling at his two loves being so enticed by each other. If anyone had told Eddie he’d life would resolve with a prick ex jock turned gentleman and a forever sweetheart by 20, he would’ve swore blind you’d had the wrong Eddie.

When turned to face his loves, he was met with the two of them linked by both arms, you practically being dragged by Steve from leaning over into his personal bubble, Steve had a hand on her cheek taping it. As they noticed him looking, they both blushed and stopped instantly, sending him 2 beautiful dandy smiles.

“Okay,” He broke the ice, walking backwards, “I want: no funny business; no words; no sweet talking” He pointedly looked at Steve “And no handiness.” That same looking being directed over to you. Both of you nodded, he continued “I got a reputation to fill,” Eddie spun back around, holding a pointed finger in the air, as the tow of you caught up to him, “Cannot have my people think I’m soft.”

You laughed at his clearly sappy nature, bumping him slightly. Steve shook his head, “Eddie, when you used to sell to me, you opened a conversation without telling me how you used to choke on the smoke...”

“I was just a boy, Harrington.”

“Eddie it was 2 years ago!”

He slung an arm over both of your shoulders, pulling you both into him, leaning into Steves personal space, “And look where you are now? Two of you is enough, I cannot handle a third partner.”

“Ow, I really wanted a girlfriend.” You joked from under them both. Steve rolled out a chuckle and Eddie knocked his head into yours, planted a little kiss to your hair.

The rest of the walk was simply and sweet. It weren't too long until the clearing came into sight and he let go of your both. You could see the Eddie, the freak, Munson persona being draped on as he strutted up a head.

“Better late than ever, Munson.” A deep voice bellowed.

“Time is relative.” There it was... his professional voice. Eddie had a talent of dipping and twisting his voice base on the person / environment he was facing. Any time it was brung up, he never seemed to notice he did it, but you and Steve could guarantee your butterflies were set off and your knee buckled every time. He matched the new louder, deeper voice with a cocky dramatic action of looking at his watch “And i’m just on time.”

“Harrington? y/n?” Great. Of course Eddie decided to bring you both to a deal with one of the Jocks. You smile, Steve salutes. “Didnt know you did group deals munson.”

“Nah, just training new staff.” The 4 of you took refuge at the picnic table. Eddie delivered his comment while shrugging off his jacket, lumping it onto the table.

“Didn’t know a goodie two shoes like you did this sort of stuff.” The jock spoke as you all sat: you next to Eddie, and Steve opposite, next to the jock.

You pull a straight smile at the boy and shrugged. Both boys locking eyes, sharing a stare then glaring at the jock.

“We’re all full of secrets, aren't we?” Steve butted in, the threat coming from his protective side - tone lowered and sharp.

“$40 for a half” Eddie breaks the silence almost unaware of the comment, he’s slightly muffled behind the tin of his box, hand fishing around for the right baggy.

“Bit steep, Munson?”

“I dont like you.” He says beautifully bluntly face still in the box, you tried but couldn’t help the little laugh that slipped. The metal head had an awfully good skill at being honest. His tone was still professional. “But” He looked up batting his eyes, “Flattery works great on me.”He tilts his head up, holding his head up by one hand, twirling his hair with the other, face set in a cockily open mouth smile.

The jock gave him a disgusted glare, “Does that pretty little thing come with it?” He tilted his head over to you.

For the most part, you were sat minding your own business - not looking (the scenery seemed to grab your attention best) but still listening - feet locked in Steves, you absentmindedly fiddled with your hands. At the sound of the statement your eyes widened in shock and disgust - oh to be able to say things like that without any remorse.

“Watch it.” Eddie snaps.

“C’mon I bet you’re right fun high.” the athlete completely ignored Eddie, you cocked an interested ‘please do tell more’ expression out of instinct. “Bet you’re a right devil.” Eddie closes his case, the slight bang due the jock back him, “There ain’t no way in hell, a pretty quiet good girl like y/n isn't just as a bad any other girl in this town when she’s on shit.”

Your brain starts looping. You knew you, Eddie and Steve had eye rolled and laughed at drunk teen girls at parties, often overly reenacted their movements with each other. You guys were renowned for cringing at them. The comment hit you right in the wrong place. Were you actually like them girls when high? Were you an embarrassing handful for your boys? Did you get too loud you made everyone too aware of your existence?

You didn't know why the comment laid to thickly in your brain, but it did. You squinted your brows as you skipped through every high / drunk memory you had of yourself. Steve saw you mentally dip out slightly. He broke his star at you and fixated on the teen next to him, “For a man that just had to tell Eddie he has nice hair to get half off, you’re doing quite a bad job at cheapening the deal.”

“I'd rather go see someone else than ever compliment him.” It was a scoff, but the boy of question rebounded with his usual ease.

“I see the way you look at me.” He winked, mood shifting as he picked uptake bag and waved it, spare hand rubbing your thigh, “But, you’re still here.”

“$30 and a kiss from little sweets over there.” Eddie couldn't stop the laugh from the jocks confidence. You were still mindlessly playing with your hands on the table. With the mental knowledge of someone talking to you, you looked up with your normal small smile. And just as men typically were, he took your politeness for flirting. He winked at you “Always wondered if quiet girls were really the biggest-”

Eddie practically booted the kids shins under the table, and with his typical devilish smile ,he spoke sternly “$40, half, take it or leave it.”

“A whole ounce.”

“70.”

“Thats fucking ridiculous-”

“You’re still sat down.” Steve butted in, grabbing everyone attention. His tone matched his patience: growing short. The whole time, Steve’s feet were still knitted in yours and Eddie’s thumb still rubbing your thigh.

Eddie began waving the bag again. “My time is running out. Are you buying or not?”

“Thought time was fake- or whatever bullshit you said.”

You pitted the boys attempt to be smart. “Relative.” with a straight face, you corrected him, nocking your feet into Steves, and hand going Eddies on your tight.

“She speaks.” His tone is condescending as he stretched forward and put the $70 in your hands “And it’s cute too.”

But just as his hands reached yours, Steve was quick to stand too. He pulled the buyer back down into his seat with a rough hand to the back of his jacket. But the money and sentence already in the air.

You propped your hand up, the money between your fingers. Eddie grabbed it, tossing the bag to the jock in one swift movement. “Don’t need to tell you how to roll, do I?” It was tongue in cheek, but that was the Munson humour.

“Fuck off, Munson.”

Eddie laughed and waved a bashful goodbye - batting his eyes again. “Bye baby! See you next week!”

The jocks turns back around to lunge at the metalhead. But Steve is up again in no time, hand on his chest - a pointed stare and cocked brow follow. The jock huffed at his match. Steve learnt he could do more with looks then he could his words.

The three of you back sitting, the air is a little tense. Both boys knew how you could get with unsolicited opinions. After a beat, “Ew men.” You announced, along with a short stiff laugh and pretend shudder. The boys met you with a joint head shake as they looked at you knowingly. “You two ready to go, or do I need to endure that again?” There was a tone to your voice that they know all too well - a faint wobble sitting under it.

“Y/n..” Steve was quiet, voice laced in care, his hands grazed yours as you stood.

“C’mon” You’re over compensating for a familiar feeling you tell is bubbling. “I've got a date with 2 studs, a sofa and a rom com. and I do not intend to be late.” You’d hoisted yourself up and out of the bench, walking back into the forest, arms and hands emphasising and filling in the gaps your tone failed to deliver.

On the walk back to the van, Eddie had an arm over you, rubbing your arm. Steve stayed behind you both, just looking. Eddie was rambling something quiet to you but Steve could only hear your brain ticking over.

With the 3 of you in the van, you fell into a comfortable silence. You could feel your breathing was more pointed. You’d desperately tried to stop your knees jumping slightly. But that alone confirmed to Steve you weren't relaxed.

He looked over to you, only seeing the side of your face: tense brows, rolled in lips, eyes dotting between the outside structures, pupils focused on your inner monologue. Oh what he’s pay to wipe the look of your face. You card a hand through your hair, tugging it a little.

Steve knew he was right when your breath got heavier. “Heyyy” it was a quiet, loving sigh. At the lack of active knowledgement, you were pulled into his chest, the comfort of Steve let you drop. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, it was uncomfortable but it never couldn't distracted you enough from the sobs that fell. Loud, breathless weeping. It sounds painful, like you've experienced heartbreak, murder, everything awful.

The sound made Eddie zone back in, the sight of you clinging to one of your boyfriends, face lost in his neck, his hands rubbing your back wasn't exactly what he wanted to see. “Wow, hey hey hey” Steve tried reassuring, Eddie put his hand is on your thigh - doing what he can.

you just wept. Steve felt you getting hot, felt you shake, felt you tense. The sobs were mixed with gasps. ones that aren't refilling your lungs. At the sound of that, Ed opened his window the full way, pulling over on a random street. hand now on your back, “Can you look at me, bunny?” His voice wasn't big and loud.

You shook your head, but moved so you werere in-between your legs, hunched over. Eddie and Steve share a look. Oh no. --- I know. Abruptly, Ed got out, made his way to Steves side, and opened the door to lean over him and put a hand on your shoulder blades, “C’mon, let’s get some air.” Your reply was harder, heavier, louder sobs. They were akin to like muffled screams at this point.

“Hey, baby, no, c’mon.” Steve’s hand was the back of Eddies, adding a small amount of pressure to try ground you. “C’mon, listen to Ed.” The two of them sat patiently listening to your wailing, frowned upon their feature as they watched you, waiting for something to change.

You sat up, elbows on your knees, face in your hands. The sobs were no longer screams but hearty nonetheless. “That’s it,” It was a huff but more a loving one than an angry one, the Ex Jock leaned in to undo your seat belt, moving your arms around so your untangled form it. “You gotta come stand outside.”

When you shake your head, sobbing more, Steve’s heart broke. Having you in tears over the voices in your head wasn’t a new experience for them both. They were verteraines for your sobs and panic attacks. But they’d vow no matter how often exposed, it never got easier.

Pulling you into his chest, he began stroking through your hair, “Oh baby.” Though talking to you, he was looking at and talking at Eddie. The others face was breaking, he had a sad expression.

Steve’s expression the same, he tried again “Please try for us. C’mon we’ll get up together.” You give in and struggle out. Thankful for his chivalry, Eddie natural holds his arms out to guide you both.

They both big guys. Steve, you would say was wide - dense maybe. At no point was a bone felt on him and he was a force to be wrecked with. Eddie. He was on a league of his own. Someone you expect to be a stick ,was just big. In all aspects; big bones, big build, big hands. big big big.

There was a noticeable different feel when you got huddled into the latters chest. You were suffocated, lost, buried. His big shoulders huddling over you, protecting you. You knew that as your knees buckled and the sobs wept again, he’d catch you. And that he did.

“Lets take this off, yeah?” In reference to the jacket and your blistering body heat. “You’re a little warm aren't you?” You nodded - almost like a brainless child. He also held your hair up off your neck, blowing air on your forehead. anything to cool and calm you down. The felling was tickling you causing a little laughed to slip.

“Thats it, welcome back.”

When you let go of Eddie your knee wobbled slightly, Steve was there a hand on your back in a flash. There was the familiar embarrassment surrounding you. Looking a the floor, balls of your hands wiping your eye as your groaned, “God that was gross”

“No, talk to us...” Steve was leaning against the van, hands on his hips. Even though his stance was domineering, his tone and facial expression was so full of love you felt nauseous.

You were airy, out of it and nickered. Looking up at your boys, you airy laughed at your expense. “Jesus.” Eddie smiled at you. You moved to fann out your t-shirt, now a sweaty mess. “It’s so dumb.”

Talking through a smoke, The metalhead started, “Absolutely not. Yaknow what is dumb though?” There was a pause as he took a drag, “Fucker gave me $100! agh gotta love rich bastards!” He closes with a daydreamy laugh, cut off quickly with “No offence, Stevie”

You laughed at that, Steve eyed his man, “None taken, trailer trash.” Eddie eyed him back before directing the conversation back.

“Wanna talk? Or are we cutting into the two studs and sofa time?” His tone matched Steve’s previous: the love nausea was back.

You laugh again, they were small laughs but laughs nonetheless. “It’s dumb bu-” You began, you’d leant by now that you could say anything and the two would never judge you.

“Nahum” through the fag again, “$100 is dumb. your feelings, not.”

“Anyway” It was dramatically spoken, “My point” Steve moved over to put his arm around you, “It’s weird, the kissing remarks didn’t bother me - i’m used to that stuff. But like, the comments on how I act high-” the boys knew you struggled letting go of control at the best of times. It sunk for them then. “I just started, like, seeing myself from a third person, and get really embarrassed and-” You did a as-you-can-see type gesture

Eddie smiled, “You’re a lot easier to handle high than him.” He pointed at Steve. You both squinted at him, he explained, pointing his cigarette between you both ”Have you ever had to drag a pure bred Harrington up a hill at 3 am when he’s smoked his body weight? no? didnt think so? I've lugged lighter bears in my time.” The small story made you both laugh. Munson ad his dramatics.

“Sorry? I don’t recall you being any easier. Darling, he once stood in my kitchen eating soup from a saucepan, while cooking pasta and snacking through my cupboards. All while telling me about how he believes d&d id based off real life - which by the way, didn’t get a single word of.”

“Oh sorry Mr I'd-rather-go-dancing-nude-outside-then-get-the-munchies-like-a-normal-person.”

“You really put you and normal in the same sentence?”

Their comical bickering had you chuckling into Steves chest.

Eddie threw the fag out, “Sweetheart, you and your little giggle fits are a piece of piss! I’d much rather see you laughing your ass off for a few hours than deal with him.”

“Or, when you sit n talk to your bears-”

“Steve!” You cut him off almost instantly but weren’t quick enough.

You noticed Eddies eyebrows fly into his fringe, “Wo-ho-ho-ho do tell.” He has had stupid playful smirk on.

“You said you wouldn’t tell him!” You grumbled in Steves chest, rolling in it to hopefully get close enough you’d fall inside, but he stood proudly above you, laughing.

“Nah-ah-a don’t do that to me, sweetheart.” Eddie pulled your out and twirling you around, “You’re so cute, youre gonna kill me.” The compliment fell like Ana after thought, as thought it slipped out from his accidentally. You blushed nonetheless, “Did they have anything juicy to share?”

“shut up-” Embarrassed, you shoved him off you. Eddie’s warm laughter grew; he pulled you back in for a quick kiss.

“You feeling better?” The mood serious again, you just grumbled into his chest “Don’t like it when you cry.”

“im sorry.” There was a flat smile as you looked up to Eddie.

“Absolutely not.” You both turn at the sound of Steve. Who was stood with his hands on his hips again, “You’ve got nothing to apologise for. Ain’t your fault, ain’t anyones.” He looked over at Eddie there, knowing that mans brain better than him sometimes. “And apparently you’ve got a date or something to get it?” You giggle, snuggling into Eddie more.

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