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I know no one asked and no oneās care but yes PART 5 OF REDO WILL COME OUT SOON. And recently Iāve highkey been in such a slump but we WILLL be making a comeback now also since Iāve taken a liking to Don Fryeā¦.
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ā°āā¤[Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Wife!Reader]
ā°āā¤[Highschool Sweetheart!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]
W.C. ~1.2k
Quick summary:
After Eddieās lashing out, the distance between y/n and Eddie just seems to keep growing. Y/N makes a decision butā¦what 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.. mightāve had writers block, mightāve been busy,mightāve barely gotten back from my trip but thatās beside the point! Here is PART 4š
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 insecureā¦
Those words played over and over in your mind,
ā¦believe 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 youā¦
āSshh..! Eddie stay stillā Iām just braiding your hair..!ā 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.
āWhat do you expect? This curly mane is a lot to handle!ā 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.
āEver heard of brushing it out?ā You chuckled,slightly strained as you tugged at a tangle which earned a winced grumble from Eddie.
āHey-! Watch it!ā He exclaimed as he managed to pry your hand away. āAnd to answer your questionā no, i cannot brush it because itāll lose its volumeā¦ havenāt you seen James Hatfieldāsā- or, or Dave Mustaineāsā!ā
āYesā¦yes Eddie Iāve seen their hair butā I donāt see the resemblance between you guysāā
He suddenly got up with a huff and shook out the loose braid you worked on.
āEddieā¦ā
āSay sorryā¦ā He looked away, his bottom lip jutting out as he crossed his arms over his chest.
āFor what?ā You chuckled.
āFor hating on my beautiful hairā¦.ā
āIām sorry..ā You drawled which earned a scoff from Eddie.
āFor what?ā He sideglanced over at you.
āFor hating on your gorgeous hairā¦ā
āThank youā¦ I donāt think Iāll forgive you just yet..ā 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.
āWhatā¦ā You breathed out as your eyes locked onto his lips.
āNothingā¦ā 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.
āThatās so mean!ā You smacked his chest slightly as he was laughing beside you which earned a small grunt from him.
āWhat? I didnāt do anything!ā
āExactly! Thatās so cruel!ā You huffed as you fought back a smile and crossed your arms.
āNow can you forgive me?ā 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 hisā¦
Maybe it wasnāt supposed to lastā
You shook your head at the absurdity of the thought that maybe you and Eddie justā¦werenāt meant to beā¦
Thatās impossible!
You thought to yourself as you folded another shirt into your suitcase.
Maybe this space will do us some goodā¦
You thought as you zipped up the suitcase full of your clothesā¦and maybe a few of his shirts to go to sleep inā¦
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 ācaught upā.
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.
āYou heading somewhere..?ā 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 couldnāt help his breath from shaking and his voice from cracking.
āPlease donāt goā¦ I know Iāve been an asshole butā fuckā¦ā he breathed out as he desperately ran a hand over his face and stepped towards you.
āEddie Iām not leavingā¦ā 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.
āY-you areā¦ donāt bullshit meā¦ā He spoke shakily as he gripped onto the fabric of your flimsy shirt.
āEddie stop itā¦justā¦ let me explainā¦ā 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.
āI knowā¦youāve been busyā¦and Iāve beenā well, to put it simplyā¦ not the bestā¦ā 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.
āIām going to my parentsāā¦ for the weekendā¦ā 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.
āY/Nā¦ donātāā his voice cracked, āDonāt do this to usā¦ā He stumbled a bit as he took a step towards you but paused when he saw you step back and reach for the suitcase.
āEddieāā
āStopā¦ā
āI love youā¦ā 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 āfamily homeā 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 Eddieās 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 outā you helped SO MUCH MORE THAN YOULL EVER KNOWš¤§š«¶š
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 softāsofter 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 youābut 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 youāto the air, that isāand 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 nipplesā
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 heās seen the worst the world has to offerā¦
Society wants the youthful clean shaven one but my heart yearns for stubble and wrinklesā¦
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