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m0llygunn · 10 months

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Rockstar's Daughter (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)

Summary: Pulling Eddie into your responsibility-less dreamland, you get upset when he has to leave you to get back to 'reality'. When he comes back with a surprise for you, you grant him a very special reward.

Contents: 18+! smut, mature language, oral (m receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, dead rockstar father, porn with plot. Takes place in early 2000s, eddie and r in their early 20s. a/n: Yesterday was my birthday so I spent my lazy morning today writing this for you guys! I also hit 200 followers yesterday- which is exceptionally cool and soso crazy because I only started posting less than a month ago. Thank you for all the interactions on my other stories, I would love for feedback so I can write more of what you guys like! Ty again and enjoy!! This is inspired by the movie Uptown Girls, which is my favourite movie ever (thus the username lol). wc: 4.2k+

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“What? You wanted to fuck the rockstars daughter so you could go home and tell all your little friends? Is that it?” You spit, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No! That’s not— that’s not what I was trying to do.” He says, pulling the hem of his shirt down before untucking his hair from the neckline.

“So what were you trying to do?” You ask, watching as he pulls his shoes on. He finishes putting them on, omitting from tying them before standing up straighter, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. He looks into your eyes deeply and you can tell he’s trying to choose his words wisely.

“I like you. I just— I can’t live in your dreamland. I have 4 gigs this week and I already missed practice. Plus, I have a meeting tomorrow and I haven’t prepared for it at all, and I haven't even had a chance to call my band mates back.” He says, growing more uptight as he continues in his long list of abandoned responsibilities.

“Leave.” You say, shrugging his grip off. His eyes flash hurt before his mouth presses shut firmly, clenching his jaw. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his chin before opening his mouth again.

“I just need to go back to the real world for a few days, sorry I can’t stay here and live in your fairytale forever.” He says, adding too much attitude and contest for your liking.

You cross the apartment, opening the front door, motioning with your arm for him to leave.

Closing the distance between the two of you, he stops in front of you, eyes meeting yours once again.

“I’ll call you.” He says, features turning soft.

“Don’t bother, I would hate to taint your sense of reality.” You retort.

“I’ll call you.” He says firmer. He steps forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at you. You don’t say anything in response.

With a soft nod, Eddie leaves and you shut the door behind him with a long sigh.

You met Eddie at a party. Running in the music crowd because of who your father was, your friend is a music producer and manager. He had found Eddie at some dingy dive bar performing and swore up and down that his band was gonna be the next best thing in music and because of that, he brought Eddie along to the party to introduce him to Reggie Records, owner of big time music label, RR Music.

As soon as you saw Eddie, you knew you had to have him. There was just something about him that demanded your attention and once he had it, there was no losing it.

Then before you knew it, he was over at your apartment.

It was 4 days of uninterrupted time with Eddie. He calls it a ‘dreamland’ or a ‘fairytale’, you call it life. Life is precious and gone in a blink of an eye, you’re gonna live your life how you want to.

Your father was a rockstar. After a fatal accident, he became nothing more than a memory. A memory that left you, young and broken hearted, stranded amongst a crowd of grownups, forcing you to grow up.

Growing up was too scary though, so you never did. Through your childhood and into your teen years, you daydreamed about running away, living amongst other dreamers with no responsibilities where nothing could hurt you. When you were off on your own, you got your apartment and turned it into your sanctuary. A place where you could live happily ever after.

You get where Eddie’s coming from. Your friends never fail to tell you how disconnected you are, but it’s easier this way. It’s easier to live in a world where all you have to do is hang out with friends, shop, order in, and call maid services. But all that aside, the easiest thing was the last 4 days you spent with Eddie. With your intuition never faltering, he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. And that’s why the fight transpired when he finally had to face reality and leave you behind.

He left you in your dreamland. Left you to return to your responsibility-less life, fantasizing through your days and partying through your nights. A rockstar's daughter through and through, just without the rockstar father.

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You’ve spent the last week and a half groveling in your own pity. Your friend had come over to cheer you up but she ended up mostly just nagging you about cleaning up and doing something else besides wasting your time away, hung up on a boy.

You had given yourself a pep talk that morning, vowing to drop him from your mind. You took a shower, got ready and were about to leave your apartment for the first time in a week when your phone ringing interrupted you.

“Hey, it’s Eddie.” His low voice vibrating on the other end of the line.

“Eddie who?” You say, remembering how he said he’d call, yet it took him 11 days to do so.

“Don’t be like that.”

“Eddie who?” You say harshly.

“Munson.” He says with a deep sigh.

“Oh, the Eddie who lives in ‘the real world’?” You retort.

“Sure.” He says, sighing again. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner?”

“Why?”

“I told you, I like you.” He says and your heart patters in your chest. You pause, gathering your thoughts. Sure, you spend the last almost 2 weeks of your life wallowing in your own self-pity over him, but you’re not about to let him off the hook like that just because he says he likes you.

“You got a funny way of showing it.” You say, lamely.

“So dinner? Tonight? How’s 7 sound?” He proceeds, ignoring your comment entirely.

“Eddie—.” You start but he interrupts you.

“I’ll pick you up. We can go to that place near you that we ordered from, the one you said you like.”

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A knock at the door pulls you away from your vanity. You’re infamously running late as usual, which normally you’d feel no particular way about, but since Eddie already thinks you’re living in some made up fantasy world, you're struck with a sense of embarrassment.

“Hey, beautiful.” Eddie greets as you open the door.

“Eddie.” You say indifferently.

“I would ask if you’re ready but…” he laughs, motioning up to the roller in the front of your hair and down to the dressing robe you’re wearing.

“Eddie, I’m running a little late, please hold off on the hurtful jokes.” You say, widening the door for him to come in.

“No jokes, got it.” He says, pulling you into him with a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

With your belly dipping in nerves, when he lets you go you turn around, walking back to your room. Silently, he trails along after you, taking a seat on your bed.

“We got an ETA?” He asks.

“No jokes I said.”

“S’not a joke, pretty girl, it’s a question.” He says, smiling at you through your vanity mirror. His smile spreads from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling in the lowlights of your room.

“You’re in a good mood.” You say, pulling the rollers out of your hair.

“We’re celebrating tonight.” He says, sitting up straighter, eyes still glued to your reflection.

“Celebrating?” You question, turning in your seat to look at him directly rather than just through the mirror.”

“We got signed.” He says, dimples setting deep on his cheeks.

“Seriously?” You exclaim, feeling your heart skip a beat. Eddie smiles bigger and you can’t help your own smile spreading on your face.

“Seriously. We had the meeting yesterday, and it went fan-fucking-tastic.” He smiles, eyes beaming with excitement. “Then they called this morning and sent over the paperwork. We’re signed.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shriek, standing up and bounding for him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him with all your force, pressing your chest to his.

“Between ‘Eddie who?’ and ‘Eddie who lives in the real world’, it didn’t exactly fit into the conversation on the phone.” He laughs, buckling under your weight and falling back onto the mattress.

“Are you kidding? You got signed, Eddie, that fits into every conversation.” You say, pulling back to look at him, gleaming with your own excitement. “I’m so happy for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly. “So that’s why we’re celebrating.” He says excitedly, still smiling when you pull back to look at him again.

“And you wanted to celebrate with me?” You ask, pouting, your lower lip jetting out.

“Absolutely, which reminds me, I have something to show you.” He says, shifting under you, pulling a CD out of his jacket.

“A CD?” You question curiously, still smiling.

“Yeah… the day after I left here, we had a meeting and they wanted something different— you know, to hear some diversity in our sound.” He says, eyes flickering down to the CD in his hands, nervously fumbling with it. “I had already kind of started working on this the night before, and… this is the song that got us signed.” He says, exhaling before redirecting his gaze back to you with a shy smile. You raise your brows.

“New song?” You ask quietly, feeling a buzz of excitement but winding it back due to Eddie’s growing shy nature.

“New song.” He confirms, smile deepening.

You take the CD from him, sitting us quickly and rushing to your CD player on the shelf. He follows after you, leaning against your dresser while you start up the disc.

“Now, before you start it, I think I should tell you the name of the song.” He says playfully, a hint of a sly taunt in his voice, shyness put on the back burner.

“Okay, tell me the name.” You laugh.

“Rockstar’s Daughter.”

Your jaw drops in surprise.

“It’s about me?” You ask, eyes going wide.

“The one and only.” He smiles.

Throwing yourself in Eddie’s arms, squeezing him tightly around his neck, he squeezes you back around your waist.

“Okay, okay. Play it, I want you to hear it.” He laughs. You keep squeezing him so he turns, stepping you both closer so that he can hit play on your CD player.

Still hanging off of Eddie, music trickles from the CD player. It starts off slow, with a gentle acoustic guitar, way different from everything else he’s played you.

When the lyrics come in, you are nearly swept clean off your feet from Eddie’s gentle voice. It’s a ballad, working up as the song builds on.

When the words 'Rockstar's Daughter’ sing out, you point to yourself, cheeks tight with your smile being so big.

“Me?” You whisper to Eddie.

“You.” He whispers back with a nod. You squeeze him tighter in your arms.

The lyrics continue, listening intently, and you laugh when he starts describing your ‘fairytale dreamland’ and how he wants to stay there forever.

The song starts to build up and so does the beating of your heart. Looking at Eddie, his eyes are bubbling with amusement, sparkling as he watches you. Your eyes trailing lower, his lips are plump and inviting.

You squeeze him tighter once again before bringing your lips to his.

You kiss him fervently, all of your happy emotions bubbling up at once. He brings his hand up to your jaw, his mouth working against yours with just as much passion. Opening your mouth, he’s quick to lick into you, tongue gentle at first as it caresses yours.

“I love the song.” You mumble against his mouth. You feel his lips turn up at the corners.

“It’s not even done yet.” He says, laughing softly, returning to the kiss immediately. You continue kissing him until it comes to an end, music fading out.

“Restart it.” You mumble, when the song stops completely.

Still kissing you, Eddie turns your body as he attempts to restart the song. His mouth falters against yours for a moment while he figures out your CD player, but he eventually gets it, the track restarting from the top.

You pull away from him, hitting the little loop button before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the edge of your bed.

You seamlessly untie your dressing robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your naked body.

Eddie’s eyes widen, his jaw slacking as his eyes roam over you.

“Thought you didn’t like my ‘fairytale dreamland’?” You tease.

“Never said that.” He replies, swallowing thickly.

You bring your hands to his shoulders, pulling his jacket down from the collar, letting it drop to the floor.

“You kind of did.” You reply.

“I love your little world here in your apartment. I would stay in it forever if I could.” He says, eyes flickering to yours. You grasp onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and when he lifts his arms you pull it over his head. His hair cascades down, resting back onto his bare shoulders as you drop the material to the floor.

“You could.” You reply, hands trailing over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have written this song if I stayed.” He replies, bringing a hand to your cheek, holding it tenderly, warm eyes staring into yours.

“The song’s pretty good.” You say, hearing his voice sing in the background of your conversation.

“Pretty good?” He smiles, raising a brow.

“Really good.” You smile back.

“Good. I’m glad you like it.” He says. You let your eyes trail down his face again, traveling further downwards until stopping at his tattoo over his heart.

“I love it.” You whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of the inked design.

“S’all for you. Every word.” He says, weaving his hand into your hair gently. You press more kisses onto his chest, traveling back up until you're kissing up his neck.

“I love every word of it.” You whisper, punctuating your sentiment with a wet kiss under his ear. You let your hands fall to his belt line, taking the cold metal into your grip, working at getting it open.

“I missed you. It’s hard out there in the real world.” He says teasingly. You smile, pulling away from his neck to look at him.

“Really? You should bring me out there sometime.” You tease back.

“Was trying to, but uh— don’t know if we’ll make it to dinner now.” He says, lowering his eyes to where your hands have paused on his belt.

You pull the buckle loose, undoing his pants before he dips his face to you, pressing kisses along your cheek, down your jaw, craning his neck to press kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

You pull him by the loops of his pants closer to the bed, making him sit on the edge before you pull at his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing for you to tug them down and discard them on the floor, his boxers following suit.

You settle on your knees in front of him and the song restarts from the beginning again.

“You gonna make me listen to my own song?” He laughs.

“Listen to your own song while I suck your dick? Yes.” You say keeping an air of innocence in your voice, all while looking up at him through your lashes.

“Really?” He laughs again, eyes fanning from your face down to where your hands connect with his thighs.

“You wrote it about me, I can do whatever I want with it.” You purr. You take his hardening cock in your hands, running your fist down it before kitten licking the tip.

“Fuck— yeah you can.” He groans, his length kicking up under your grasp. You spit on the head, spreading the wetness downwards.

When he’s wet enough, you bring your fist up and down before bringing your mouth back to his length, pressing a kiss right onto the flushing tip.

“Missed you, Eddie.” You say sweetly, taking the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently as first.

“Shit, missed you too.” He gasps, voice getting strangled in his chest. You swirl your tongue around his tip before flattening it, taking him further into your mouth.

You twist your wrists, running your hands up and down his length, bobbing your head shallowly. He’s quickly a moaning mess in your grasp, and you feel yourself growing hotter, clenching your thighs for relief.

You remove one hand, taking him deeper in your mouth and he brings his hand to the side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. You lean into his hold and he gets the hint, guiding you up and down.

You pull up, taking a breath, strings of spit still connecting you to him, before diving back down. You remove your second hand from his length, relaxing your throat and letting him glide right in, his hand on your head holding you there, his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck. Feels so good, baby.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut. His hand lets up on the back of your head just as you feel your lungs tightening, and you rise sputtering for air, catching your breath.

“Wanna ride you, Eddie.” You whine, unable to ignore the pulsing of desire between your legs for any longer.

“C’mon baby. Come ride me.” He says breathily, offering you a hand up. As you rise, he pulls you onto the bed before using his arms to scootch himself to the headboard, leaning against it.

He offers you his hand and you take it, stabilizing yourself as you swing your leg over his hips.

Moving your hand to his chest, you use your other hand to guide his length to your entrance.

Sinking down onto him, a harmonized moan leaves both of your lips, the soft strum of the song restarting once again still playing in the background.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna write a song about your pussy next.” He groans lowly, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna write about it?” You ask, through a heavy breath.

“How fucking good it is. So tight, hugging my cock so perfectly.”

“Can't wait to hear it.” You moan, as you lift your hips from his, lowering yourself back down slowly.

“Your pussy was made for me. S’fucking perfect.” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue to lift yourself off of him.

You start at a slow pace, working yourself up and down, taking his full length right down to his base. You feel your belly grow antsy, needing more, and you start grinding yourself against him after each sink, your clit rubbing perfectly against him.

“Fuck, Eddie. Your cock feels so good, fills me up so good.” You moan out, dropping your head to rest against his chest. With one arm, he pulls you closer to him. He lifts you enough for his hips to shift under you, helping you by meeting you halfway with each of your movements as your legs start to grow tired.

You keep going, thighs pushing you up and down on his cock until they burn, aching for relief. His hips make up for your tiredness, still continuing to buck up into you.

“Want me to take over, baby? Fuck you just how you like it?” He rasps, hand rubbing up and down your back as his hips start to slow.

“Please, Eddie. Need you to.” You whimper.

He helps you lift up off of him. Taking your hips in his hands, he starts moving you to shift onto your hands and knees but you place a hand over his chest, motioning for him to pause. Over the four days at your apartment, he discovered that he could pull the best orgasms from you like that, but you stop him, wanting to be on your back this time.

“Want to see you, Eddie.” You say, voice coming out in a whine.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. His mouth works against yours as he helps you lower to the bed, head hitting the pillow softly as he hovers over you.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he maneuvers your legs, taking them in his hands by your knees, hiking them up as you spread them out for him.

“Look at your pretty pussy. You look so beautiful laid out like this for me.” He whispers huskily.

“Better write that down for your new song.” You whisper back, making his lips quirk up into a smile, huffing softly.

He brings his hand down to your core, letting his thumb stroke the expanse of your slit, stopping at your clit.

“So fucking wet too.” He says under his breath.

“All for you, Eddie.” You whisper, canting your hips for more friction.

He starts rubbing his thumb in little circles on your clit making you gasp.

“Please, Eddie. Need you inside.” You whine, hips bucking as he presses harshly on your clit just to watch you squirm.

“Perfect pussy.” He groans under his breath, taking his glistening cock in his hand, lining up with your sopping hole.

When he pushes in, you hum happily feeling him stretch you open.

He presses into you deeply, knowing exactly how you like it already. The head of his cock drags against your sweet spot as he pulls out and it has you chorusing moans, accompanying the build up of his song still playing in the background.

“Sound so pretty, baby.” He rasps, breath catching in his throat as he pushes back into you quicker, balls slapping against your ass.

“You sound so pretty.” You breathe, starting to get lost in the pleasure but trying to hold onto the faint singing of his voice coming from across the room.

You feel your belly start to tense, and when he returns his thumb to your clit your breathing turns into harsh little pants.

“Just like that, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whimper.

His thrusting continues, getting faster and harder, building up with the volume of your moans. Your belly grows impossibly tight, euphoria threatening to spill.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours binds perfectly with the gentle instruments in the song, perfectly complimenting the moans and whimpers coming from Eddie as he pounds into you.

You feel yourself getting close and rapture quickly boils over, not even giving you a chance to tell Eddie.

Every beautiful cascading symphony slowly fades in your ears as your pleasure bursts, tightened belly exploding with ecstasy, all thoughts leaving your head as Eddie carries you through your orgasm.

“Fuck— fuck. Just squeezing my cock, baby.” He groans, thrusts starting to go sloppy. “Gonna cum, g-gonna—” He grunts, cock pressing deeply into you as his cum shoots inside, painting your walls pearly white. His hips jerk and stutter as he works himself through his own orgasm, and you slowly recover from your own.

When his hips come to a halt, you reach out your arms, beckoning for him to come to you, to press his chest to your own and feel his body on top of yours. He complies, arms caging around you, lowering himself as gently as he can.

As soon as he settles against you, the crescendo of the song in the background comes to an end, fading to silence, like a perfectly timed soundtrack.

When it restarts again, you can’t help but laugh.

“I love my song.” You say, exhaling with a happy sigh.

“Fuck— can’t wait for you to hear the next one I’m gonna write.” He laughs softly.

You hum quietly to yourself feeling beyond content. If this is some fairytale dreamland, so be it. You have a beautiful man here with you, writing you lovey ballads.

“You doing anything the next couple of days?” He asks, popping his head up from your chest.

“Why?” You ask, a smile already rising on your lips.

“Gotta a few days off until we start recording more stuff.”

“Yeah?” You question, willing him to continue. He uses his arms to push himself up enough to see you better.

“I was thinking…” He starts, brows rising to hide under his messy bangs. “If you’ll have me, I’d love to spend them with you? Maybe we can go out and do stuff too? Like the date I wanted to take you on?” He says, voice going timid and smile turning sheepish as he progresses in his proposal.

You purse your lips, letting your eyes wander the room as you pretend to think it over. When you focus back on Eddie, his eyes bleed a faint nervousness.

“I’m going to keep that song on repeat, just so you know.” You say, grinning as you look up at him. He smiles back, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack?” He teases.

“Yes.” You reply firmly, before pulling him to your lips, kissing him.

Not only does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack, it seems to have a new willing resident too.

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2024 Academy Award Best Picture Nominees Guide For Those Who Haven’t Actually Watched Them

In a year when the names of pretty much every movie are combinations of random, non-descript words, and with a lineup of films that few people did actually watch or even legitimately know what they’re about (except Barbenheimer) - the Academy really tested the flimsy premise of this now decade-old bit.

But tis the season! So sing along with me! My awards have a first name, it’s O-S-C-A-R!

My awards have a second name, it’s C-O-R-P-O-R-A-T-E-H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D-W-I-L-L-S-O-O-N-B-R-E-A-K-I-T-S-P-R-O-M-I-S-E-T-O-T-H-E-U-N-I-O-N-S-A-N-D-C-R-E-A-T-E-A-L-L-O-F-T-H-E-S-E-M-O-V-I-E-S-W-I-T-H-A-I-I-N-T-H-E-F-U-T-U-R-E!

So, let’s dive in for this 10th rundown of the Best Picture nominees!