#Guitarist eddie munson

[steviesbicrisis]

Gareth is in charge of the Corroded Coffin official TikTok account, being the only one who actually uses social media on a daily basis.

He's playing Fuck Marry Kill with the three random celebrities generator and trying to make the other guys join as well.

When it's Eddie's turn, he's having none of it "they're just gonna get mad at me because I know no one! let me live in peace!"

Gareth insists until he shoves the phone in Eddie's face, giving him no chance to escape. The filter generates three pictures on top of Eddie's face.

"I have no fucking clue who these people-" he stops talking as his eyes focus on the last picture, it's a man around his age with voluminous hair and beautiful features. Eddie pulls the phone up close, ripping it out of Gareth's hand, to have a better look.

"you okay man?" Gareth asks, out of frame.

"Kiss, have sex with, marry, and adopt a puppy with him," he says, pointing at the guy on the screen "kill the other two."

"That's not how you play man, the fuck??" Gareth appears in frame and looks at the celebrities "you mean the third guy? are you serious?"

Eddie glares at him sideways "have you fucking seen him? he's a fucking-" but the video is cut off by the time limit.

The most liked comment under the video is by none other than famous baseball player Steve Harrington:

"I'm more of a cat type, but how about we discuss it over dinner? ;)"

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More of this story here

[strangerxperv]

Modern rocker Eddie who records you for his text tones and ring tones because he says you're the sweetest sound. Especially the sounds of you moaning as you cum and pairs your cries with his own rock songs.

The text tones can range between the sounds of you gagging on his cock or the Gluck-glack of a rough throat fucking. The text tone when you text him is, "Please Daddy?" your breathy pleas always get him going.

Eddie does his best to keep his sound on but for family events, recording, and concerts he can't help it. Other than those moments, his sound is on and he lets it play proudly. Grins spilt his face wide when uppity middle-aged moms give him death glares.

Your phone isn't safe from your boyfriend either.

"Daddy Loves you" When Eddie texts you and a personal song that will never be released. It's Sleep Token levels of love and sex.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, pouting on Tiktok: You know what the worst part about being married is?

Eddie: The head injuries.

Eddie:

Eddie: I feel like I should clarify that my husband had a head injury prior to our relationship and now he gets migraines so I can’t bother him.

Eddie: I didn’t hit him. Someone else did.

Eddie: I just miss him.

Gareth, in the comments: Dude, we are practicing right now AT YOUR HOUSE. You’ve been gone for an hour. Come back.

[flowercrowngods]

everyone assuming eddie's physical shape is the worst because he never works out and skips gym class all the time, nopes out of basketball games to sit on the sidelines with robin to talk shit, and flames jocks and sports every chance he gets etc etc. but the thing is, eddie is in amazing shape. he goes to join steve on a run one day and has no trouble keeping up until he inevitably gets bored and just stops, but still steve is surprised to see how in shape eddie is.

that is, until he goes to see corroded coffin playing at the hideout and he sees eddie jumping and running and absolutely performing on that stage for almost two hours. that's two hours of singing background vocals, jumping in time, hyping up the audience, doing his little stagey posey jumps right on time for the drops, etc.

eddie playing with corroded coffin is essentially him doing a whole 90 minute cardio workout and steve never questions his physical fitness again

[psychotic-nonsense]

Steve Harrington doesn't expect today to be anything special.

His kid, Dustin, is out in the garage hanging out with his friend Lucas. It's a calm spring evening, and there isn't a single call coming from the phone asking for his services. The former handy man turned jack of all trades has a day off, and he's taking the chance to catch up on the fantasy book Dustin picked up for him on his last trip to the library.

He's older than he once thought he could be, he's alive, and he's happy.

He's mid sip of his sweet tea - recipe courtesy of the Byers family - when someone suddenly comes in through the front door. Mr. Harrington jumps, closes the book with a dog-eared page ("Terrible habits, sir, terrible terrible habits," says a voice from the past in his head). But then Dustin walks into view, and while he's not entirely calmed, he's less startled.

"Hey there, big guy," his starts calmly, but his mood quickly sombers when he gets a full look at his son. "Everything okay?"

Something's off. Dustin's coming in through the front door, not the back door that's easier to get to from the garage. Lucas isn't with him, and Mr. Harrington's old acoustic guitar is in his hands ("Be careful, love, you might end up as our backup," says the voice with a wink he can still see). But most importantly, Dustin looks nervous. Sad, even, and Mr. Harrington never lets that kind of face linger long in this household.

"Yeah, I'm okay, dad..." Dustin mumbles, pausing in the front hall, staring down at the guitar. His eyes look far away. "I was just wondering, um... you know that band group that I'm friends with?" Dustin looks up, directing all of that pain right at his father, stabbing at his heart.

"Yeah, your buddies on that forum, right?" Mr. Harrington says cautiously. He's leaning forward on his knees now, book discarded to a side table to give Dustin his full attention. "Were they telling you something? Is Lucas okay?"

"No, yeah, Lucas is fine, his mom called," Dustin quickly mutters, briefly distracting the nervous tension in his face with a shaking head. He takes a deep breath, releasing it in one big huff as he holds the guitar tighter. "So, you remember how I told you we were all helping each other? You know, learning how to write songs?"

"Yeah?" Mr. Harrington affirms, gently encouraging him to go on.

"Well, um..." Dustin looks away again, down at his feet shuffling in the carpet. "The- the lead singer of that band? Said he wanted some feedback on one, so uh..." His eyes glance at the guitar in his arms before meeting his father's eyes again.

Mr. Harrington huffs a small sigh of relief, a smile overtaking him. Nothing's wrong, it's just Dustin wanting to share a song with his dad, and he's nervous. Mr. Harrington has nothing to worry about ("A one man crowd? Gotta make this really memorable then," says the voice, teasing words but a soft, scared, nervous tone). "Yeah yeah, of course, kid, I'd be honored."

But then why is Dustin still so tense when he nods? Why are his eyes still so sad when he sits on the couch opposite Mr. Harrington, while he tunes the guitar? Why does he keep looking at the empty space beside him, growing more anxious each time?

"Take your time buddy, it's okay," Mr. Harrington tries to reassure, but Dustin doesn't look up.

Instead he sits there, breathing deeply a few times. Looks over at the other end of the couch, blinks a few times before nodding to himself, turning back. His left hand runs over the frets a few times, other hand coming up to rub at his eyes-

Oh god, he's crying. And his dad is just sitting there, helpless and useless. Mr. Harrington's heart is impaled once again and he reaches up, wanting to try and fix this, to help.

But then Dustin's hands are settling on the guitar, determination joining the mix of sadness and anxiety, and Mr. Harrington is forced to sit back and watch.

Because Dustin starts playing.

He's heard the music from outside the garage walls. He's bought plenty of guitars for Dustin to play over the years, heard many types of genres coming from under the secrecy of that roof. It's Dustin's thing, his hidden passion outside of science and fantasy, so Mr. Harrington has let him have the privacy, keeping his pride tamed for his son's sake.

So to finally see Dustin playing is like pride tenfold, longing grasping his heart tight when he sees how Dustin leans into the music ("We're the few good ones left, dear... We just feel it differently from others, you know?" bemoans the voice in his head). How his eyes close, the tension in his body loosening as music echoes from the guitar's.

And it's a beautiful melody. Simple, like all good things are, but melancholic. Longing incarnate. Nothing he was expecting from this, but he never wants it to end. It feels like lost love, regrets...

But then the singing starts.

"First things first

We start the scene in reverse

All of the lines rehearsed

Disappear from my mind"

Faint and echoing. Barely audible at first, but steadily growing in sound as Dustin plays. Ethereal, Mr. Harrington remembers from the book. That describes it.

It's not Dustin, he's too focused on the guitar. And his voice cracks on words this quiet, his tone off no matter what genre he's singing along to. Gets it from his dad.

It's almost familiar. Sounds like home.

"When things got loud

One of us running out

I should have turned around

But I had too much pride"

Suddenly, something shifts in the air. It feels cold, like soft wind in a breath, then going tingly. The light pattering of winter's first snow.

There's a window behind Dustin, the evening light shining through the blinds and curtains lighting everything in a warm glow. If he wasn't watching Dustin, he wouldn't have seen it. The beams being cast on the couch beside Dustin are slightly bright... and are swiftly getting brighter.

"No time for goodbyes

Didn't get to apologize

Pieces of a clock that lies broken"

Before his eyes, the sunlight starts moving, swirling and disconnecting into little beads of light. It shifts colors, a gradient of orange and reds, purple and blue, a hazy cloud slowly materializing on the couch.

It's shaping into something, moving into specific sections to the music and words. Changing color all the while, blacks and reds appearing deeper, a figure coming through the shape. The voice keeps getting louder, screaming familiarity at Mr. Harrington-

Then in a flash, it solidifies, and everything else fades away. No room, no weather, no sense.

Just music and singing and... and him.

"If I could take us back

If I could just do that

I'd write in every empty space

The words 'I love you' in replace

And every time would not erase me"

He's sitting on the couch next to Dustin, almost laying down. Leaning back against the arm rest, knees bunched up on the cushion but shoes hanging off the side. His clothes look aged compared to nowadays, but it's the same flannel and black ripped jeans and chains as the faithful day they lost each other.

Oh god, his voice has the same gorgeous vibrato, words flowing from his lips like poetry. His hair has the same soft curly bounce, product keeping it infinitely safe. His face, his hands, his presence remains unchanged.

He's not looking up, doesn't have to for those deep amber doe eyes to be so visible. He's messing with his rings while he sings, watching the silver glint in the light that created him. Doesn't hide how sad, how longing and lonely he looks and sounds here in this place.

A hand is coming up to Mr. Harrington's chest, tears blotting his vision and he's not ashamed of blinking them into reality, can't let himself look away from this.

It's him, it's him, dear god, the man he thought he lost over 30 years ago, the man he thought left behind their love by choice while he had never let it go, who's voice and presence never left his mind, who he thought would come back but never did and couldn't have, he's ghostly and gone, he's gone but it's him, his love, Steve's love, finally here after so long...

"If you could only know

I never let you go

And the words I most regret

Are the ones I never meant to leave..."

His voice starts cracking, that sweet pretty voice breaking. His face crumbles, hands trembling and it breaks Steve in two and he wants to reach out and help, he wants but he can't-

Then he finally looks up. Their eyes meet and there's relief and longing and pain and sorrow in both of their eyes because they're seeing each other, finally finally finally, after so long...

"Unsaid Emily..."

Sung in a whisper to the strumming of his son.

Munson.

Eddie Munson.

Steve's sweet, dear Eddie Munson.

He came back...

He finally came home...

[motomamita]

Whiplash

Based on the movie Whiplash (2014)

Pairing: Guitarist!Eddie Munson x Female!Guitarist!reader

Summary: (YN) puts Eddie's place in the music group at risk, so he decides to visit her at night and clear things up.

Warnings: Smut, +18, a looot of cursing and dirty talk, possesive Eddie, rough sex, hatefuck, unprotected sex, Fletcher is a warning himself, violents talks, idk.

Do not copy or translate, and sorry for my bad english. Muak.

Eddie entered the rehearsal room carrying his guitar case while trying not to bump into his classmates, reading the sheet music that Fletcher had given them days before.

He had been in the select group at the conservatory for 2 weeks and still felt nervous like the first time. After Fletcher fired his previous guitarist, Eddie was chosen from among many guitarists at the conservatory to take his place. He finally had an important position on the team and he wasn't going to let anyone take him away from there.

Everyone took their places and began to warm up their instruments, practicing individually without paying attention to the rest of their classmates. They stayed like that until Fletcher came into the room. The silence became absolute and the nervousness was present.

"We are weeks away from the presentation at the exhibition." Fletcher commented looking at his musicians who kept their eyes on the floor. "My reputation and that of the Conservatory depends on your performance there." He spoke seriously. "So if any of you, fucking shits, decide to make some mistake and ruin everything...! You'll just have to pick up your stuff and leave before I kill you with my own hands, okay?!" Fletcher's voice echoed throughout the place.

Neither Eddie nor the others dared to speak. They kept their eyes on the ground and their hearts pounding, not moving to avoid attracting Fletcher's attention and automatically becoming his next victim.

"OK?!" He repeated angrily.

"Yes sir!" They all responded in unison.

"Good very good." Fletcher sat down in his chair and everyone quickly get ready to play. "We start with Caravan."

The band began to play immediately, following the scores with their eyes to avoid mistakes that could harm them. Eddie fixed his gaze on his fingers on the strings as he bobbed his head rhythmically. He had already studied this song the night before to avoid mistakes so he knew it by heart from beginning to end. He didn't want to be the victim of Fletcher's fury, not again.

It took a few seconds until Fletcher waved his hands in the air asking them to stop immediately, which they did. A grimace of disgust settled on the man's face. Someone had made a mistake and Eddie prayed it wasn't him.

"Edward. What the fuck was that!?" It had been him. "Is smoking affecting your damn retarded chimpanzee brain?"

Fletcher yelled at him from his spot, placing his hands on his hips and still looking at him. Eddie lowered his gaze embarrassed and didn't say a word, anything he could say was going to complicate the situation even more.

"I think I'm going to have to hit your damn fingers with a hammer to get them to play ONE note right! Son of a bitch.."

Fletcher was interrupted by a knock on the door of the room. He walked to open the door, welcoming whoever was behind.

"Thank God you came! This idiot is ruining everything!" He exclaimed with a certain tone of calm in his voice. "Everyone, meet (YN). She'll be our lead guitarist."

Eddie looked up from the ground when he heard the name. His eyes connected with hers, his 'former fuck' and now 'new enemy'. He hadn't seen her since the last time they fucked, before they both entered the conservatory and had a fight over who was the best player.

"Thank you for considering me and giving me the opportunity to play with you." She smiled. That damn smile.

"You deserve it, sweetie. So take Munson's seat."

Eddie smiled, anger coursing through his body. Was this all an evil plan on Fletcher's part? Did he want to humiliate him even more?

"But... I'm the lead guitarist..." Eddie tried to defend his place.

"You're not anymore. Until you improve your technique and keep your mind on the scores and not thinking about whores and drugs." Fletcher responded harshly. "Now you are going to be in charge of turning the pages of (YN's) sheet music."

The girl walked to Eddie's seat, who reluctantly gave her his place and stood next to her. (YN) set up her guitar and took out her own folder of sheet music, extending it to Eddie.

"We're back again with Caravan." Fletcher informed, returning to his place in the room.

"You heard, place my pages on Caravan." (YN) murmured with a mocking smile to Eddie, who closed his fists trying to mitigate his anger and followed the girl's orders.

"And one, two and.. Three!"

Three loud knocks echoed on the door of (YN's) small apartment. The girl, who had just come out of the shower, put on a t-shirt that reached her thighs and ran to the door still with her hair wet.

When she opened she found Eddie Munson, who also didn't seem happy to see her again. Many times he had shown up at her door, months ago, with desire and need in his eyes and then fucked her until dawn. Now, his gaze expressed pure annoyance and it was more likely that he wanted to finish her off before making her finish.

"Why? Uh? Why the hell do you want to sabotage me?" He asked placing his hand on the door frame, preventing her from closing it.

"I didn't sabotage you, you just did." She explained calmly. "It's not my fault I'm better than you." She smiled cynically.

"No! You're not better than me and you know it. It's all a damn plan to drive me crazy and push me over the edge, right?" Eddie raised his voice upset.

(YN) sighed and grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, making him enter the apartment before the neighbors complained about the noise.

"You're really paranoid if you think I'm doing all this for you. I made the team on my own merit, I'm not part of any 'evil plan' to make you suffer, as much as I'd like to see that." She explained, taking a few steps forward to stay close to him.

"Did you fuck Fletcher?" Eddie asked quietly as he looked into her eyes.

"What?" She asked after a few seconds confused.

"You did it, right? All so you could steal my place on the team." He asked again, now more confident.

"No, I never did." She shook her head, still looking into his eyes. "But I might try, if that makes you even more jealous." She murmured mischievously after a few seconds.

Neither of them moved for the first few seconds. The street lights entered through the windows of the apartment, leaving little visibility and turning them into shadows for the outside gaze. The ticking of the clock resonated almost at the same tempo as the rapid heartbeats of both, creating a melody as dangerous as it was captivating.

Eddie couldn't contain himself any longer and launched himself at her, placing one of his hands behind her neck and pulling her towards him, kissing her desperately. (YN) did not refuse and received him gladly, hugging him by the shoulders and pressing her body even closer to his. The kiss became more violent, showing that there was not only desire there but also a great amount of hatred in both of them. Without separating, they moved to the couch where (YN) collided with him, becoming cornered between it and Eddie.

"Damn whore, trying to steal my place..." Eddie murmured against her lips while one of his hands moved up her thighs until he reached her core. "And you're not wearing panties... It seems like you were waiting for me to arrive and find you like this..." He growled and one of his fingers began to make circular movements on her clitoris. Her legs trembled at the sudden stimulus, closing her thighs instinctively.

"I wasn't waiting for you, but for Fletcher.." she joked, enjoying Eddie's jealous look.

In one quick movement Eddie turned her and placed her face down, with her abdomen over the back of the couch. One of his hands grabbed hers and her t-shirt, leaving her bare from the waist down. (YN) let out a moan at that, getting even wetter from Eddie's mini aggressions. He knelt, still holding her hands, and brought his head to her center.

"You smell as exquisite as always.." He spoke and then took his mouth and began to lick her folds with need. She moaned loudly, rolling her eyes back as the tip of Eddie's tongue found her clit. "My pussy, this is my fucking pussy.." he growled, tasting all the wetness of her.

"Eddie! Shit..!" She moaned desperately at the wave of pleasure he was giving her with just his mouth. The neighbors were definitely aware of what was happening.

He abruptly separated from her center, uncomfortable by the boner that formed inside his pants. He clumsily pulled down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock whose tip was glistening from the accumulation of precum.

"Shit.." He mumbled at the sight, not at all surprised at the effect (YN) had on her. "You make me so fucking hard.."

With his free hand he brought his cock up to her wet hole. Eddie released a trickle of saliva, trying to make the stretch not so painful for her, and spread it with the tip of his cock over her folds. (YN) bit her lower lip, eager to feel him inside her after several months.

In a slow but confident movement, he entered inside her making sure not to leave any centimeters out. They both moaned at the sensation and didn't move for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling. Progressively, Eddie couldn't hold on any longer and began to move at a normal pace, grunting like an animal.

"God, I hate you so much but this pussy is so wonderful.." He spoke between moans, admiring how his cock entered and left her with ease thanks to the wetness of both of them.

"Well, I hate you, you and your big fat cock.."

Eddie stopped dead when he heard her and in an unexpected movement he released her hands and grabbed her neck, bringing her back to his chest. Without warning he fucked her again, only this time with a rougher and more hateful rhythm. For (YN) it became impossible to hide her moans, the pleasure was absolute and did not seem to end.

"Moan, moan for me. Let everyone know that you will always be my fucking whore.." Eddie laughed as he heard pure moans coming from her mouth.

His balls rhythmically slapped against her clit, bringing sparks of pleasure to both of them. Her hands went to Eddie's arm that was holding her neck, noticing that out of desperation Eddie was still wearing his pants at the height of his ankles.

"Eddie..! Please..!" From the tone of her voice, he knew that she was ready to cum and it wouldn't be long until he did too.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.." Eddie repeated to the rhythm of each hard thrust, feeling her walls hug him as she cums.

(YN)'s legs shook but that didn't seem to matter to Eddie at all, who continued fucking her through her orgasm until he felt she was close. He brought his mouth to her neck, biting lightly as he stifled a moan of pleasure. After a few seconds he ended up inside her, without noticing that due to the force of his bite he had left a mark on her neck.

Slowly Eddie pulled out of her, letting some of his cum fall down her thighs and stain the floor. (YN) had to hold on to the couch to avoid falling to the floor because of how weak her legs felt. Eddie noticed and held her for a few seconds to make sure she was okay. Then, he pulled up his boxers and pants and acted as if nothing had happened, although his red cheeks and messy hair showed otherwise.

Neither of them said anything, there was no need to do so either. (YN) watched as Eddie walked to the exit but turned around before leaving.

"This doesn't end here. Soon I will regain my place on the team and you will be my whore inside the conservatory too."

Then, he left the apartment.

[ryan-waddell11]

guitarists just hit different

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

You know the dynamic that Chris Perez and Selena Quintanilla had in the 1997 movie Selena? That’s what I envision in a Rock Star!Eddie x Reader.

[mamibaddie]

Eddie Munson x black!guitarist!reader moodboard ❤️💋🎸

[alicetallula]

Four Or More Fic-A-Thon 2024 - Band AU - 20.10.2024

Here's my little contribution to the @fourormore event 😊

The 'Band AU' gave me ideas to draw something inspired by different pics from Måneskin

Band AU - Jonsteddissy - 20.10.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, graphite pencils, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the background pattern and the lace on Steve's top

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[steviesbicrisis]

The drama is cleared, the gay ending we all deserve is here.

Corroded Flowers (19/20) - AO3 Prev | Next

And so, this is it. There are a million things I'd like to say but I want to leave them for the epilogue. I wanna thank every single person who has been supporting me through this au, if I got until this point is all thanks to you <3

As for the epilogue, it will be a Q&A to show some stuff I wasn't able to include until now! so if you have any questions you'd like to ask to the fruity four, stuff I've left out, things you're curious about etc. please let me know and I'll do my best to include it!

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[unkreativstermensch]

Picture this: Steve taking Mike to the 5150 Tour in May 1986 because no one else will go with him (Eddie's still in his slow recovering process and Karen only trusts Steve to bring Mike back in one piece anyway), watching the concert and realizing exactly three things:

1. Eddie stole...everything from Van Halen, his style, his hair, his instrument, his goddamn name, even.

2. Eddie Van Halen's kind of hot.

3. Eddie Munson is kind of hot.

[scoops-aboy86]

Had a little thought, that as Eddie gains weight it gets harder for him to play guitar and he has to figure out a way to angle it right without messing up his fretting wrist. He'd have to experiment with holding it different ways, maybe plays sitting down more and more. He asks Freak for advice but that only works up until Eddie becomes the biggest guy in the band...

Steve keeps offering suggestions, trying to help, but he knows extremely little about instruments in general and even less about guitars specifically, except for what he's picked up from Eddie by osmosis.

Every once in a while Eddie will sigh and float the idea of trying to lose some weight, or at least slow down a bit... But he usually has a snack in his hand while saying it, taking bites in between sentences, so that's not terribly likely. Boy likes his food.

Permanent tag list, sorry I've been pinging y'all so often the past couple days but I'm on a roll I guess: @hotluncheddie @tangerinesteve @sofadofax @lawrencebshoggoth

[hawkingsbarkins]

February 15th ‘86

“Sat in on Eddie’s band practice, the song they’re working on right now is kinda good actually.”

[shittyassffblog]

Music store shenanigans.

I was horny, basically p without p. Enjoy. 

Warnings: One use of the word “Daddy”, oral female receiving, p in v, nipple play, I don’t think there’s anything else? minors din pls thx 

You had recently moved to a new place, Hawkins, Indiana and knew absolutely no one. It was terrifying. 

You were listening to the newest Metallica record on your walkman, waiting for the bus, tapping your hands on your legs to the beat of the drums in the song. You knew instantly that you had to learn how to play this song on the drums. Your uncle had giving you his set when he went to prison, telling you to do better with it than he did. Your parents didn’t exactly enjoy that gesture, but when they saw the glimmer in your eyes when you were handed the drumsticks they knew instantly that the basement was your new room. So you spent hours getting all your frustrations out through that. Sometimes the skin of the snare would rip from you going so hard on it that you had to replace it, but it was okay. You had a job at the music store in town so you got a pretty good deal. 

In fact, that’s where you were going right now, to work. It was early, 8:47 shone brightly on your digital watch. It was raining, but luckily you were sheltered by the little shed at the bus busstop.The bus would be here in 10 minutes, but even then you’d be at work too early, but you didn’t mind. You like having lots of time to open the store, making sure all the instruments were in good standing, the shelves were stocked with everything a musician might need, and most importantly, that the right music was playing. 

You saw the bus coming, quickly getting the change from your pocket out for the bus driver. You stepped inside, handing him the money with a smile and he gave you back a ticket, a tiny smile on his lips as he nodded in approval and you walked further into the bus to find a seat. The driver was about to close the door when a man rushed inside, apologising and quickly handing him some money as well. You had just sat down when you saw him, long curly hair, dripping from the rain, shoes squishing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the next. He threw a quick smile to the driver and muttered a short, low ‘thanks’  and looked down on his ticket as he walked into the bus. It was pretty empty, only you, him and an old lady was there. You could hear the squishing from his shoes louder the close he got, the strong scent of cigarettes and cologne oozing from him, stronger with the rain. He seemed familiar, but then again, he also looked like most of the patrons from the music store. 

You turned up the volume of your music and looked out the window, enjoying the rain a bit. Luckily, the music store wasn’t far from the busstop so you wouldn’t get too drenched. 6 minutes passed and the next stop was yours so you clicked the button and stood up, ready to get off. The squishing started again, and you looked back to see the metalhead standing right behind you, smiling. You smiled back and turned around again when the doors opened up, hopping off the bus and hurrying to the door of the shop. You dug into your bag for the keys, having some troubled finding them in the mess of your tote bag. When you finally found then, you pushed the headphones off your head and heard a voice behind you. 

“Nice choice, Metallica?” A deep voice said and you turned around quickly. 

“Oh this? Yeah, it’s their new record, pretty sick.” You said, smiling up at him while unlocking the door to the store. 

“You mind if I come in? I know I'm early, but I didn’t really have anything else to do.” He said, a coy smile on his lips while he scratched the back of his head. 

“We don’t open for another hour, sorry.” You said quickly. Who comes to a store an hour early?

“Awh come on Y/N, after all we’ve been through?” He said, which surprised you a lot. Where did he know your name from? 

“I’m sorry have we met?” You said, turning around to get a good look at him for the first time. You were wracking your brain to figure out where you knew him from. 

“Am I that forgettable sweetheart?” He said moving closer. Sweetheart.That sounded familiar, it brought something back. Heat to your core. You squinted your eyes trying to somehow force the memory back. 

“I-I’m sorry I really don’t-” You cut yourself off, suddenly a memory popped up. 

Heavy breathing. Soft moans, a hand clasping over your mouth. “Come on sweetheart, come for me. Let go for me” Eyes rolling to the back of your head. You let go, the hand over your mouth moving to clench around your throat and a sudden silent scream fell from your lips. soft moans in your ear as he let go too, mutters of “fuck, fuck, fuck” and he released into the condom. 

Yeah. You remembered him now. 

“Eddie, right? Yeah sorry, I remember.” you said, blushing slightly. Drunken nights at The Hideout, flirting with the guitarist. What you wouldn’t give for some attention huh?

“Thought you might. Hey listen I really didn’t know you worked here okay, I just really need some guitar picks for the show tonight, and I'm supposed to be in school right now.” He said, sliding his hands in his pockets. 

“In school? Aren’t you like 19?” You said, worried you’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. 

“No yeah I am, don’t worry! Just a repeater.” He chuckled, holding his hands out. You sighed with relief. 

“Get in, I just have to open up the register.” You said, looking him upside down before going in holding the door open for him. 

“Hey thanks so much.” He said, closing the door behind him. 

“Can you lock it too? just so people don’t think we’re open yet.” You asked him and he did as he was told. 

“So , is it The Hideout again?” you asked.

“yeah, are you coming tonight or am I gonna have to play for the drunks again?” He said making conversation. You hadn’t really planned to go out tonight, but the heat in your core wasn’t really going away. 

“What makes you think I'm not a part of the drunks?” You said playfully. He laughed at the while looking through the cassettes. It made you smile that you could make him laugh. 

“What time do you play again?” You asked while punching in your code to the system. 

“We play at nine, I can reserve a seat for you?” He said smiling his goofy smile at you. 

“Woah rockstar, you’re not that popular.” You said getting the register ready for when he had found what he wanted. 

“You wound me!” He feigned hurt, slapping a hand to his chest. You chuckled and walked to the end of the register, leaning on it to admire his figure. HE really was hot, you’d have to give him that. 

“So, you play anything?” He asked, not ready to leave yet even if he already found what he wanted. 

“Yeah, uh, drums. My uncle, he gave me a set so.” You said, not really wanting to go into the details. 

“Thos uncles huh, just giving out instruments for us to learn.” He said, probably referencing his own uncle. You chuckled at that. He moved closer, a glimmer of something in his eye. 

“So...Y/N...here’s the situation,” He said, moving slowly around the shelves of records. “I don’t really wanna leave.” He stated, as if it was a problem that only you could solve. 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You asked, smirking a bit at the thought of him staying. You still had about an hour until you opened, what was a little company gonna hurt? He moved closer yet again, almost entering your personal space, close enough so that you could smell the cigarettes. 

“You know..the rain. It’s all. Wet and cold.” He said, his gaze dropping to you lips. 

“We can’t have you go catching a cold now can we?” You said playfully. He moved even closer, and you reached your hand out, running them along his sides as if looking for something, which you were. When you found it you smirked and dug your hand inside his pocket, wrapping you fingers around a pack of cigarettes, pulling it out and taking one from the pack. He looked at you quizzically, but quickly realised what you were doing. 

“Deviant.” He whispered, pulling out his lighter and taking a cigarette himself, lighting his own and yours. you both looked at each other as you blew put the smoke, twinkles of something in your eyes. 

“I’m not the one wearing a white drenched t-shirt in public. Slut.” You said, looking down at his chest shamelessly. All you wanted to do was rip that shirt. 

“Harsh babygirl, I'm not the one hooking up with guitarists in the back of vans.” He said, asking his cigarette in the ashtray between you. 

“No just drummers.” You said staring into his eyes as if daring him to do something about what you just said. He squinted his eyes, taking a last drag from the cigarette before slowly putting it out, and before you knew it grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, the smoke form your mouths escaping on its own as you kissed. 

You tugged off his jacket before pulling him backwards, dragging him into the back room and closing the door behind you so no one outside could who was happening. 

He slammed you again the door, groaned into your mouth and grabbed your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist. you swung your arms around him, deepening the kiss as much as possible, not caring when your teeth clashed and purely focusing on the way his hands squeezing your ass made your pussy clench, the taste of cigarette on his tongue making you mind hazy. 

“Can’t believe I found you again” He said, kissing down your neck. “been wanting this since last weekend.” He said and you smiled, happy to have given him such a memorable experience even when drunk. 

“Happy you found me” You said between moans. He pulled you towards him, carrying you to the desk where your manager usually sat. Thank god it was his day off today. 

He sat your down harshly on the desk, your arms releasing him to steady yourself on it. He kissed your lips again and them wrapped the hem of your pants and underwear, pulled them down in one fell swoop and dropping to his knees. 

“So wet for me already baby huh? Can’t wait to taste you, bet you taste so sweet.” He said and another wave of anticipation ran through your body. He kissed a trial down your left thigh making your breath hitch as his nose nudged your pussy in the slightest. He smirked and started over on the right thigh, smiling even bigger when he heard you whine. 

“I’m sorry baby, are you a little desperate? Want my tongue in you huh?” He taunted and you grabbed the back of his head a shoved his face into your crotch. He chuckled at that. 

“Easy, sweetheart. I got you.” He said, letting out a breath that hit you wet pussy and you moaned softly before he licked a stripe up your pussy making your moan louder as the pressure alleviated  a bit. 

“There, there sweetheart, that better?” He said quickly before continuing to pleasure you with his tongue, 

“Oh fuck yes Eddie, so much better.” You breathed out, almost unable to speak. While it had only been a week since you had someone else touch you like this, it felt like forever and the fact that it was Eddie again only made it that much better. 

“God you taste so good baby, could do this for hours.” He muttered, seemingly to you pussy and not to the actual you. You giggled a little at that, swiping some of his hair away that was sticking to his forehead. he wrapped his lips softly around you clit, so carefully you could barely feel it yet it felt heavenly. 

“Wanna taste you too.” You said, wiggling you hips a bit from side to side, enjoying his tongue for as long as you could. 

“Nah baby, this is about you.” He said, grinning up at you before going back to your pussy, teasing the tip of his tongue around your hole before sliding it into it slowly and deeply making you drop back onto you back, moving your hands slowly up your shirt to play with your nipples. He has such a long tongue, reaching places you’d never thought possible.

You wrapped your legs around his neck, squeezing then together and then releasing with a soft ‘oh fuck’ leaving your lips. One of his hands holding your thighs left suddenly and you peeked up, wondering what happened, but before you could see what he was doing a finger was replacing his tongue with ease, going deeper and deeper until you felt the cool silver of his rings reach your lips. 

“Oh please” you begged, wanting so bad for his finger to reach that one spot you knew would send you over the edge. He chuckled a bit.

“Don’t worry baby, I'll get there.” He said and true to his word a mere millisecond after he finished his sentence he curled his finger and hit you sweet spot, making a loud scream irrupt from you throat. 

“Shh baby, don’t want world to know you let a costumer come in early to do this do we now?” He taunted and you glared at him. You glanced at the clock over the door. 9:25. You couldn’t waste any more time, you still had to actually get the store ready for open. 

As if reading your thoughts he quickly added another finger, sped up his movements and circled you clit with his tongue. The pressure in your core kept building and building, almost too much for you to keep up with. Tiny ‘ah, ah, ah’s left your mouth in a hurry, not sure if you’d ever felt like this before and with a thick swipe to your clit and another rub to your sweet spot and you were gone, legs shaking and hands not know where to go, you let the dam break, the pleasure wash over you, out of your own control. His fingers kept moving inside you while his lips were carefully wrapped around you clit, making sure you got to the end of your orgasm safely. When you came down there was a soft but nice buzzing on your head and you chest going up and down with your breathing. 

“You there sweetheart?” You barely heard Eddie’s voice over the ringing in your ears and you carefully opened your eyes, a smile starting to form on your lips. 

“Yeah, fuck.” You said laughing softly. “Sorry, it was just a lot.” You laughed, sitting up and turning around to look in the desk drawer. Shit, no condoms. 

“Whatcha looking for sweet?” He said, smirking at you. 

“Condoms, I'm not done with you. “ You said with a determined look on your face. 

“Oh don’t worry about that honey, always got one on me” He said, holding a foil package between his fingers. You smiled, blushing a little. Of course he had one. He placed it between his teeth, ripping it open and rolling the condom down his cock. He sighed a little at the touch, looking back at you. Your eyes were transfixed on his member, it was not only long, but girthy too and you wondered why you didn’t notice last time. Probably the alcohol, duh. 

He chuckled a little before grabbing your thighs and pulling you to him, grabbing the neck of your t-shirt and pulling you up to place a big wet kiss on your lips, like he wanted you to taste yourself. 

“See? So good.” He said looking into your eyes and searching for any sign that you might not want this. You looked back at him, wanting him to ask even if you both knew what the answer was. 

“You ready baby?” He said, swiping the head of his dick along your slit. 

“Please, oh god.” you whispered, not wanting to wait any longer. 

“Nuh uh, gonna have to get a yes or no from you sweetheart.” He said, pulling his hips away from you to let your head clear a bit. 

“Yes Eddie, please put your dick in me.” You said, practically begging. 

“Alright sweetheart, anything for you.” He said with a last kiss to your lips and then he looked down between you, guiding his dick. inside you, feeling your walls expand around him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. 

“God you’re so tight baby. You sure you’re okay?” He asked. You were almost too lost in pleasure to realised he was talking and a simple nod was all you could manage. He bottomed out and held still, rubbing your sides as you got used to him. 

“It’s okay baby, just breathe.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you belly. He moved his thumb to you clit, rubbing softly to help the process s along. As you started moaning more and more he began to move out again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tugged him into you. 

“Please fuck me.” You said as you sat up and held his face in your hands, looking directly into his eyes. He looked into each of your for any sign that you were kidding before nodding softly, grabbing a hold of your hips and slamming himself into you again. You let out a loud cry and fell back onto your back again as he thrust into you with no remorse. The beads of sweat that were forming on his forehead were running down into his eye brow, intent on giving you exactly what you wanted. 

“Fuck Eddie yes! Right there oh fuck!” You moaned, not being able to stop the words that were coming out of you mouth. 

“Right there huh? Does that feel good for you sweetheart?” He asked as if he didn’t know the answer. 

“Fuck yeah please don’t stop I'm so close.” You said pleading for him to do exactly what he was doing. He suddenly stopped and if you weren’t so fucked out you would have been embarrassed by the whine that came out of you then. He pulled your body up in a seated position, removed your shirt and wrapped your arms around his neck, grabbing your ass and lifting you off of the desk, now fucking you standing upright. Your nails scratched all the way down his back as he started thrusting again, no less than before and the feeling of his big cock gliding in and out of your wet hole was enough to make you come again, moaning into his ear like there was no one around. Which there wasn't. 

“I’m gonna come again Eddie, holy fuck.” You said, tightening your grip around his neck and helping his thrusts along with your legs. 

“Come for me baby, let go. You’re such a good girl you deserve to come right?” He whispered into your ear and that was it. You let the sensation fill your body again, not caring who heard you as you let the moans spill out of your mouth. You felt his lips on your neck faintly, teeth biting and lips sucking as you came down from your high, not caring that now you had to cover that up somehow. 

“Oh fuck.” You breathed, his thrusts not slowing down as he walked you to the nearest wall, slamming you against it but holding your head so you didn’t hurt yourself. He pinned your hips against the wall, slamming into you as hard as he could, not caring about the knocking noised he was making in the wall. 

He lifted you up slightly, so that his tongue and lips could reach one of your nipples and then the next one, the cold air hitting the wet spot he just made. 

“God you’re so beautiful.” He muttered and and you blushed, not used to the compliment but choosing to ignore it. You flipped some of his hair over his shoulder and left your hand there, moaning softly as his tongued moved over your nipple. Suddenly he grabbed you again and moved you to the couch in the corner of the room, spreading your legs as far at they could go and slamming into you even harder than before. Your walls were beginning to feel sore but by the look on his face he was about to finish and you decided to help him along. 

“God your cock is so big Eddie, it’s filling me up so good. Fuck yeah I love it so much baby, fill me up Eddie, fill me up with your cum, please? I want your load so bad Daddy fuck yeah.” You moaned, directly in his ear and he let out a shaky breath. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me baby girl.” He said looking at you with a smirk and with a last hard thrust he buried his head in your neck, shooting his cum into the condom as his thrusts began to slow down. He stilled inside you, letting his weight rest a little on you and he regained his breath. 

“Holy fuck.” You said I unison and laughed. You look at the clock again. 9:41. You really had to hurry now. You kissed him deeply before signalling for him to get up. You pulled on your clothes again and threw him his shirt, looking in the compact mirror you had in your purse to make sure your makeup wasn’t smudged and then looked over at him again. 

“I really don’t mean to hurry you out the door but we open in 20 minutes and I have to get the whole store ready before that so..” You said, scratching the back of your head. 

“Oh don’t worry darling, I can help you open. I used to work here.” He said, pulling out two cigarettes and handing you one. You squinted your eyes and reached out to take the cig from his outstretched hand and lit it with the lighter from your managers desk. He walked out and started restocking the shelves and making sure the store looked presentable. “Open a window back there, it stink of sex.”

You laughed, turning around to open the window and you noticed the rain had stoped and the sun was shining. You breathed out the smoke in your lungs and sighed, going back to the store to help Eddie. 

“So I take it I'll see you tonight then?” He asked as he put the last cassette on the shelf, moving to take the box under his arm, the cigarette dangling from his lips. 

“I think I can make time.” You said and he glanced at you up and down before smirking and going to the back to throw the box away. You looked at your watch again. 9:59. you walked over to the door and unlocked it, flipping the sign to say; ‘We’re open!’.

[xirayn]

Like Biting Bats (Very Metal): Track 3 - Bonds of Smoke

Featuring @aibhlynn as Eddie

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rating May Change, Singer Steve Harrington, Guitarist Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Recreational Drug Use, Eddie Munson & Steve

Part of the Eddie and Steve Against the World series aka #Let steve be in the band. Read from the start

Steve blames the weed, Eddie has no concept of personal space, and Corroded Coffin gets a new singer.

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