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â°ââ€[Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Wife!Reader]
â°ââ€[Highschool Sweetheart!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]
W.C. ~1.2k
Quick summary:
After Eddieâs lashing out, the distance between y/n and Eddie just seems to keep growing. Y/N makes a decision butâŠwhat will come of it?
Tags: use of y/n, anddd none tbh just lots of angst and a bittt of fluff
Authors note:
IM SO SO SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG WAIT FOR THIS CHAPTER.. mightâve had writers block, mightâve been busy,mightâve barely gotten back from my trip but thatâs beside the point! Here is PART 4đ
Enjoyyy!^*^
That following week, you noticed Eddie more on edge, more anxious in double checking everything.
You obviously were still upset with him from that night of going to the studio with him.
Stop being so insecureâŠ
Those words played over and over in your mind,
âŠbelieve me when I tell you,nothing happened and everything stayed professional!
His tone was harsh; a tone you never thought Eddie would have directed towards youâŠ
âSshh..! Eddie stay stillâ Iâm just braiding your hair..!â You hissed softly with a slight chuckle as he wriggled under your touch.
It was a rainy evening and you and Eddie were at your house. Your parents were out of town and so you decided why not spend some quality time without the hostility your parents always seemed to have whenever the concept of Eddie was even mentioned.
âWhat do you expect? This curly mane is a lot to handle!â He grimaced as your fingers got caught in another small tangle.
He sat on the floor in front of you between your legs as you sat on the couch.
âEver heard of brushing it out?â You chuckled,slightly strained as you tugged at a tangle which earned a winced grumble from Eddie.
âHey-! Watch it!â He exclaimed as he managed to pry your hand away. âAnd to answer your questionâ no, i cannot brush it because itâll lose its volume⊠havenât you seen James Hatfieldâsâ- or, or Dave Mustaineâsâ!â
âYesâŠyes Eddie Iâve seen their hair butâ I donât see the resemblance between you guysââ
He suddenly got up with a huff and shook out the loose braid you worked on.
âEddieâŠâ
âSay sorryâŠâ He looked away, his bottom lip jutting out as he crossed his arms over his chest.
âFor what?â You chuckled.
âFor hating on my beautiful hairâŠ.â
âIâm sorry..â You drawled which earned a scoff from Eddie.
âFor what?â He sideglanced over at you.
âFor hating on your gorgeous hairâŠâ
âThank you⊠I donât think Iâll forgive you just yet..â He sighed with a slight smirk as he walked over to you,looming over you as he put knee beside you on the cushion and his other hand on the frame of the couch.
You leaned back into the couch, looking up at him expectantly as he looked you up and down with a hungry gaze.
âWhatâŠâ You breathed out as your eyes locked onto his lips.
âNothingâŠâ He chuckled as he pulled back and slumped down onto the couch beside you.
You were left dumbfounded as you felt him wrap his arm around your shoulders.
âThatâs so mean!â You smacked his chest slightly as he was laughing beside you which earned a small grunt from him.
âWhat? I didnât do anything!â
âExactly! Thatâs so cruel!â You huffed as you fought back a smile and crossed your arms.
âNow can you forgive me?â He asked in a low sweet tone and he leaned over and pressed a messy kiss on your cheek.
Maybe if I just a little bit more like those fangirls of hisâŠ
Maybe it wasnât supposed to lastâ
You shook your head at the absurdity of the thought that maybe you and Eddie justâŠwerenât meant to beâŠ
Thatâs impossible!
You thought to yourself as you folded another shirt into your suitcase.
Maybe this space will do us some goodâŠ
You thought as you zipped up the suitcase full of your clothesâŠand maybe a few of his shirts to go to sleep inâŠ
It was barely 9:30 in the morning and you were up and ready to leave the house.
Eddie was supposed to be out till 7 that night; 11 if he got âcaught upâ.
Surprisingly however, just as you lugged your suitcase to the front door and quickly opened it; there stood Eddie. An unreadable expression on his face before he glanced around you and noticed your packed suitcase.
âYou heading somewhere..?â He asked in an unusually calm tone.
You froze as you tried finding the words.
Eddie felt his heart seeping down as you struggled to form and explanation.
He tried staying calm but he couldnât help his breath from shaking and his voice from cracking.
âPlease donât go⊠I know Iâve been an asshole butâ fuckâŠâ he breathed out as he desperately ran a hand over his face and stepped towards you.
âEddie Iâm not leavingâŠâ You explained softly as he suddenly was at your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as if to keep you from moving at all.
âY-you are⊠donât bullshit meâŠâ He spoke shakily as he gripped onto the fabric of your flimsy shirt.
âEddie stop itâŠjust⊠let me explainâŠâ You managed to pry his hands off and you stepped away. He felt helpless as he let you pry his hands off and he stepped back to give you your space. His hands clenching and unclenching before he shoved them into the pockets of his jacket.
âI knowâŠyouâve been busyâŠand Iâve beenâ well, to put it simply⊠not the bestâŠâ you explained carefully as you examined his expression, eyebrows furrowed, eyes blown wide as he braced himself for what you were about to say, and his bottom lip being bitten on by his teeth.
âIâm going to my parentsâ⊠for the weekendâŠâ your voice cracked on the last word; not wanting to leave yourself but you knew it was for the best.
Eddie let out a breath of desperation as he looked around as his eyes filled with tears and he roughly ran a hand through his hair.
âY/N⊠donâtââ his voice cracked, âDonât do this to usâŠâ He stumbled a bit as he took a step towards you but paused when he saw you step back and reach for the suitcase.
âEddieââ
âStopâŠâ
âI love youâŠâ you spoke softly as tears filled your own eyes at the sight of his distraught expression.
He stood frozen helplessly as he watched you come close one last time to press a soft kiss on his lips before leaving through the wide door and fumbled as you stuffed your suitcase into the backseat and you quickly got into the driver seat.
Eddie was left in the silence of what was your suburban âfamily homeâ and the distant sound of you peeling out of the driveway and leaving the neighborhood.
Tears quickly filled your eyes and you breath shook and hitched as you forced yourself to not drive right back home into Eddieâs arms and apologize a million times for even thinking of leaving.
The sun was already setting and Eddie managed to calm himself down with a bottle of whiskey,trudging back to his van, roughly pulling open the passenger door and grabbing the roses he intended to give to you.
Shutting the door with much more force than necessary.
He glared at the bouquet of roses as if they were the reason for you leaving.
He let out a growl of frustration and hurt as he threw them onto the floor and stomped and kicked them.
Damn roses.
Damn you.
Final authors note!
Just wanted to give thanks to @ali-r3n for giving me an idea of how I wanted this chapter to play outâ you helped SO MUCH MORE THAN YOULL EVER KNOWđ€§đ«¶đ
eddie with a somno kink. ur best friends and he hates when u take a nap in his bed because it makes him so horny looking at u and it makes him feel gross but also is so so hot
i just felt like u would appreciate this imagery
i just felt like u would appreciate this imagery
Boy, do I...
Also, lowkey....
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, perv!Eddie, noncon touching (barely), somnophilia, surprise surprise Eddie's uncut (I'm a pervert), bed humping, cum, R with breasts that have a little weight to 'em, quickly written because the brain worm was at the wheel so forgive any mistakes or weird wording
I just got the image of Eddie, laying beside you during a sleepover, fucking the bed. He's at least trying to hold back his nature. He really can't lose you. That's the worst thing that could happen.
So he'll keep his hands to himself. He'll only look. He'll move slow, hips grinding for relief from his lumpy mattress, not you. Never you.
He will not, under any circumstances, touch you. He would never soil you with his perversions.
But sometimes you get hot.
Sometimes the yellow rays of the street light outside his trailer window gleam against your skin, refracting off the sweat on your hairline.
And he wants to help. He wants you to be comfortable.
He will keep his hands to himself. But...it doesn't count if he's making sure you don't overheat, right?
Carefully, with trembling fingers and a straining cock, he peels your sleep shirt away from your sweat-slick body, laying it gently on your chest, exposing your midriff.
It's just enough for some air to reach your hot skin. Enough for the box fan's breeze to caress you.
Because he cares, because he's a gracious host, he caresses you, too. Just to check if the sweat is drying. If you're cooling down.
The pads of his fingers are feather-light as he smoothes them over you. He explores higher, slipping beneath your bunched up shirt, grazing the underside of your breasts. The contact makes his breath catch. Not because you're so softâsofter than anything he's ever felt, or because he can just barely feel the weight of your chest, allowing him to imagine exactly how it'd feel to really touch you, to grab youâbut because you're still damp there.
And that just won't do.
He needs to get you comfortable.
With a harsh swallow, he turns onto his stomach, freezing when you sigh and scoot closer to him. He watches you for a few moments, but once he's certain you're not waking up, he begins inching your shirt higher.
He bites his lip, focusing, on the precision it takes to expose youâto the air, that isâand on the pleasure crackling up his spine with every roll of his hips.
Now he's overheating.
Pausing his ministrations, he shimmies a little, shoving his sweatpants down just enough to free himself. That's much better.
With his cock pinned between his body and the mattress, he sets a steady pace, slow, rutting. It's difficult to be quiet, especially when his sensitive tip just barely peeks out of his foreskin on every rock forward, nearly kissing the fibers of the rumpled sheets.
If he shuts his eyes, he can almost imagine he's inside of you. Though, he has to put that thought out of his mind as quickly as it arrived, lest this all end too soon.
Despite his spasming muscles and building climax, he returns his attention to your shirt. One more push and the fabric gives way to the peak of your breasts. His eyes widen, and he's about to touch you, to make sure your sweat is drying, when something happens. Something he's certain he could see a million times and still not be able to stop his body's reaction.
Goosebumps rise in waves across your chest, rushing all the way up. Time moves in slow motion, precum pours from his slit, staining the sheets, and your nipplesâ
Your skin contracts. It tightens. Your nipples harden right in from of him and he chokes on a low moan. His hips stutter, whole body shivering now as his cock flexes wildly against the bed, almost like it knows you're near, like it's reaching for you, for something better than scratchy sheets and a decade-old mattress.
"F-Fuck!" he whispers, sharp and muffled as he plants his face into his pillow. Warmth floods beneath his pelvis, wet and sticky as he tries to prolong the pleasure.
Quickly, he remembers you. Turning his head, he exhales roughly as he watches your gentle, rhythmic breaths move through your chest.
His brain is fuzzy, working at the speed of molasses, but he doesn't need to use much of it to stare at you. So that's what he does. He stares. And dreams while awake. Dreams about pulling you into him, about being inside of you. About not having to lay in his own mess when he could make a mess of you instead.
Then, his heart drops. Sluggishly, you shift, turning over on your side, facing him, breasts pushed together as you curl up.
His brows pinch, lean frame shaking as a million tiny aftershocks shoot through him. His cock gives a final, weak spurt.
The logic behind growing up and your taste in men evolving by from the basic teenage high school crush to a gruff man who looks like heâs seen the worst the world has to offerâŠ
Society wants the youthful clean shaven one but my heart yearns for stubble and wrinklesâŠ
The concept of your reading preferences changing and now youâre embarrassed to say youâre a reader because you know the question of âwhat do you read/whatâs your favorite book/ what genres do you like to read?â Will follow up
you say "that sentence is grammatically incorrect" i say "it sounds like the internal monologue of a man unraveling in a fluorescent-lit hallway and thatâs the point"
â°ââ€[Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Wife!Reader]
â°ââ€[Highschool Sweetheart!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]
W.C: 1.4K
Summary:
Eddie has never been a good liar; so why does he bother now? Youâre driving with him to the studio and you find something that catches your eye and confirms your biggest fearâŠ
Hello hello hellooo!!! I hope you all enjoy this wonderful chapter I worked VERY hard on!! Iâm thinking about making this series a simple 5 part series, mainly because the plot is coming a lot faster than I had anticipated⊠but weâll seeâŠ
Enjoy!!
The next morning you woke up groggily to Eddie looking stressed on the phone; his hand anxiously running through his hair, his biting and licking of his lips, his impatient foot tapping on the ground, periodically pacing the room.
The sun hadnât risen yet, it was still dark so you know it must be really early.
You laid silently, wrapped up with the covers as you watched Eddie talk on the phone in his harsh hushed voice.
âRightâ âŠNo yeahââŠand I understand that but I explicitly told you that I canât and wonâtââ
There was some apologetic voice on the other end, explaining what seemed to have been the same thing over and over.
âMy wife, sheââŠI canât do that to herâŠâ He lowered his voice more than he could, but you still caught it and thatâs when you realized you had to pretend to be asleep if you wanted to find out more. Even if all you wanted at that moment was answers.
âYou want me to head over right nowâŠ? ⊠I want to butâŠyou know I canâtâŠyou know we both canâtâŠnot now at leastâŠâ He murmured as he turned around and glanced down at your seemingly asleep form.
He sighed heavily before he muttered his farewells and hung up the phone.
Making his way back to bed, he slithered his arms around you to pull you close.
What you had just heard could mean many thingsâŠ, you thought to yourself, it could just be his record deal lady thing who maybe was offering a new dealâŠorâŠmaybe she was trying to seduceâ
âSweetheart, are you awakeâŠ?â Murmured Eddie into your ear as he noticed your breathing had changed. Subtly, but he noticed.
Feigning you were just waking up, you mumbled something incoherently before opening your eyes slowly and turning around to face him, you caught a glimpse of his tussled hair and the worried lines etched on his face from his earlier phone call.
âAre you alrightâŠ?â You asked sleepily, reaching a hand up to his cheek and watching as he leaned into your touch, putting his hand over yours and closing his eyes.
âYeahâŠitâs justâ workâŠyâknowâŠ?â He mentioned it casually but you felt what he was avoidingâŠ
âOkay fine I give up!â Eddie threw his hands up in surrender âI didnât actually get you these flowers because it was Valentineâs Day, I did forget and it really was a lucky gamble that I decided to get you flowers regardless!â He confessed as he put up his hands to cover his face.
It was Valentine's Day, your favorite day of the year since dating Eddie. You guys had decided to meet up at the wooden bench in the woods before school, Eddie had insisted it be before school. You thought maybe it was because it was Valentine's Day and you were secretly hoping for a surprise.
Eddie had shown up with a small bouquet of flowers, nervously fidgeting with the wrapping of the flowers as he walked up to you.
âI got you theseâŠâ he mumbled sheepishly as he held them out to you. You looked at them with a small gasp and smiled as you took the flowers, the soft floral aroma filling your senses.
âTheyâre gorgeousâŠâ You scooted a bit to let him sit next to you, âHowâd you know these were my favorite flowers?â
âThey are?â Eddie looked surprised for a second before he schooled his expression and put on a smug smile, âI mean⊠yeah⊠what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnât?â He breathed out a laugh but quieted as he saw your suspicious expression and how you leaned towards him as if studying him.
He chuckled nervously as he leaned back and avoided eye-contact.
âW-what are youâ Why are you looking at me like thatâŠ? He swallowed as he looked at you guiltily.
âYou forgot it was Valentineâs DayâŠâ you stated as-a-matter-of-factly
âWhaâŠWhy do you say that?â He chuckled as he struggled to maintain eye contact.
âYou got these flowers because you felt like it and you completely forgot about the day and didnât know what my favorite flowers were.â You stated calmly and watched as he folded under the intensity of your gaze.
You decided that you wanted to accompany Eddie to a recording session, after all, he had been wanting to take you to one but you both had been busy withâŠstuffâŠ?
You sat in the passenger seat of his van as he drummed on the steering wheel to the song playing on the radio, Skin Oâ My Teeth by Megadeth.
You reached over to turn down the volume, which earned a curious look from Eddie.
âSo howâs this recording session gonna go?â You asked as you got comfortable in the worn out seat.
âWell, my lovely, usually it starts with a bunch of bickering from Jeff and Gareth and maybe if weâre lucky weâll actually be able to start recording after like 15 minutes. We start with Jeffâs guitar bit and thenâŠâ Eddie continued explaining as he drove you guys to the studio. You tried your best to listen but everything blurred out when all your focus went to a hair tie on the dashboard.
Nothing out of the ordinary, sure, it even looked like one of your hair ties, until you looked closer at it and noticed the ginger locks that were intertwined with the rubber.
Your heart felt like it dropped, your hands trembled as you grabbed it and held it closer, inspecting it again; almost like you didnât want to believe this was happening.
ââŠitâs gonna take quite a while honestlyâŠYou donât have any other plans right?â He joked and chuckled but looked over at you curiously when he noticed your silence and barely audible trembling breath.
âWho else sits in this van with you EddieâŠ?â You asked softly as you clutched the hair tie, not looking at him.
âShitââ he muttered, âitâs uhm⊠my sisterâsâŠâ he tried controlling the tremble in his voice.
âEddie.â You spoke carefully, âYou donât have a sister.â
âI mean my step-sisterââ
âYour mom passed away and your dad is in jailâŠâ You scrutinized slowly.
You watched him carefully, like you always did when you knew he was lying. You knew this wouldnât be like any other, heâd tell you the truthâŠhe always didâŠ
âFineâ!â He braked abruptly on the side of the road. Causing you to jerk forward, thank God for seatbeltsâŠ
âItâsâŠit was just my record deal manager⊠I was only giving her a ride home after a recording sessionâŠâ he explained as calmly as he could. His hands gripping at the steering wheel and his head low.
âWhy didnât you just say thatâŠ?â You spoke, hurt almost. âIf sheâs just your manager andâŠand itâs only professional whyâd you go on and lie to me about itâŠ?â You looked at him with even more scrutiny than ever, but hurt and betrayal underlying your expression.
âBecause I knew this would happen⊠I know how this would look!â He exclaimed as he frustratedly ran a hand over his face.
âEddie⊠is there something youâre not telling meââ
âIâm telling you the truth!â He bursted out rather harshly. âStop being so insecure and believe me when I tell you, nothing happened and everything stayed professional!â
Your eyes widened slightly at his outburst and your eyes became glossy, with a quick glance at you, Eddie immediately regretted ever opening his mouth.
He turned towards you, carefully reaching out to you, âHeyâŠHey, no, look at meââ he spoke softly but he was quickly turned down by your turning around.
âJust drive.â You sniffled as you stared out the window.
Eddie looked conflicted as he stared between the road ahead of him and his crying wife heâd just lashed out at.
With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, he started up the van again and began driving.
The drive was silent for the most part. The only sounds being the engine and your sniffles.
He sighed as he reached over to turn up the volume of the radio, Trust by Megadeth played.
How ironic.
Final A.N: p.s please give me some ideas to add to this series!! Iâd love to see what you all think!!đ«¶
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