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portrait of a rockstar

pairing ➵ eddie munson x reader

summary ➵ eddie loves his girlfriend’s sketches, but when he stumbled across one he wasn’t meant to find, y/n doesn’t know how to react

warnings ➵ smut (18+), established relationship, fem!reader, written in third person, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight praise!kink?, creampie, cum play sorta, i think thats it

words ➵ 2853

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The sun was setting, golden light shined on the wooden floorboards of her bedroom, dust particles floating in each ray of glow. It was one of those typical lazy Saturday afternoons, ones in which Y/N laid on her bed, book in hand while Eddie puttered about her room.

He had been here more times than either of them could count, yet he always found something new he was intrigued by. Whether it be old childhood books still displayed, edges ratted and pages slightly torn, or whether it be random trinkets that Eddie had neglected to notice. Today, he was seated at her desk, rummaging through draws and sorting through random pieces of paper scattered on top of the table.

While she read, Y/N never bothered to look at what he was doing, she always allowed him to do as he pleased with her stuff. She trusted him; she bore no secrets from him. Except, maybe one thing. Although she wouldn’t exactly call it a secret, more something she wished him not to see.

Eddie was aware of his girlfriend's talent when it came to sketching and drawing, it was one of the things he loved about her so much, her artistic abilities, the skill she had with a pen. He had asked her, multiple times, for her to draw something he would then get tattooed.

“I don’t know” she would say, sheepishly rubbing her arms as she spoke, “Would you really want something I drew on you forever?”

It was a stupid question to him, and he never understood why she was so self-conscious of her art, especially with him. “Of course, baby” he’d respond, “I’d want nothing more”.

It took a while, a few months at least, but Y/N finally accepted. It was small, a dying rose that now sat on his right arm, on display for anyone to see. She would often mention after he got it done that she wished he had picked a different design of hers, something she was more proud of. But Eddie didn’t care, he was proud of her work no matter what she thought of it herself. He would kiss her forehead, telling her he loved it and that’s all that mattered.

He continued flipping through the pile of discarded white pages atop the oak desk, tossing aside notes from school and other random writings that made no sense to him – streams of consciousnesses that Y/N would scribble down in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep, that when reading back were nonsensical.

At the bottom of the pile, laying apart but somehow together, Eddie came across some sketches he had never seen before. All were similar to his girlfriend's previous work. Random drawings of trees, a bird or two, and an almost photo-realistic sketch of her dog Spots who was so old that he made loud wheezing noises with every step it took. He smiled as he flipped through his picture, admiring every small detail that Y/N had managed to capture perfectly with her pencil, details that only she would notice.

Eddies smile grew more prominent, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he reached the last sketch. “What’s this then?” He asked, spinning around in the chair he had been sitting on, so he was now facing Y/N on the bed. His question caused her to look up from her book, her heart dropping and a faint heat rushing across her cheeks.

She threw her book to the side, not bothering to place her bookmark where she had finished reading. Quickly, yet clumsily, she pulled herself up from the bed, now standing in front of Eddie.

“Nothing” She answered, trying to grab the sketch out of his hands. Another laugh escaped Eddie's lips as he pulled his hand out of reach of his girlfriend's grasp.

He stood up, the piece of paper now above his head. Y/N mentally cursed at him for being so much taller than she. Eddie made a sound with his mouth that indicated the word no, still chuckling at Y/N’s attempt to reach for the page. “Now, sweetheart” He teased, “Why would you hide this from me?”.

She accepted defeat with his question, standing flat on her feet as opposed to resting uncomfortably on the tips of her toes in an attempt to grab the sketch out of Eddie’s hands. In a huff, she crossed her arms tightly across her body. It was obvious she was embarrassed at what he had found, she was staring down at her socked feet like she often did when nervous. A trait that Eddie always found oddly adorable.

He dropped his hand from where he had it held above his head, glancing back down at the piece of paper to give it another look. It was a picture of him, one in which his guitar sat in his lap while he tuned the cords. She perfectly encapsulated the way his hair fell eloquently across his face, every brown curl drawn to perfection. She was even able to draw the way his tongue slightly pocked from his mouth, something he always did while he was concentrating.

Eddie looked back up at Y/N, who now looked as if she was going to cry. His heart sank at the sight. “Hey” He hummed in a low and comforting tone. He placed the piece of paper back on the desk. “What’s wrong?” he asked, genuinely not understanding why him finding the sketch of him would make her so upset. He brought the palm of his hand to the side of her face, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek. The soft action caused Y/N to look up.

She wiped a stray tear that managed to escape her cloudy eyes away. She shrugged at Eddie's question. Honestly, she didn’t know why she was so upset either. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t drawn him before, she had, multiple times. As cliché as it sounded to her, and she hated sounding like a cliché, Eddie was her muse. There were countless sketches of him scattered around her room, hidden in plain sight, away from any eyes par her own. She didn’t understand why she hid them from everyone, especially from Eddie himself. She knew he wouldn’t judge her, he never did. Maybe she just wanted something that was just hers, something that no one else needed to know about. Her own secret.

But it was a stupid secret, she knew that. Why did it matter so much? Maybe a part of her did think he would judge her, find it weird or creepy that she would secretly watch and draw him when they were alone.

Eddie gently rubbed the pad of his thumb under Y/N’s eye, smiling down at her. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, baby,” he said, almost in a whisper. “I think its rad that you have drawings of me”

Y/N finally met his gaze, a soft expression of surprise replacing that of embarrassment across her face. “Really?” she questioned, “You don’t find it weird?”.

“What? Of course not. Why would I find it weird?” His question only received another shrug, Y/N’s shyness making his heart melt. “If anything,” he continued, “I find it flattering that you think I’m a worthy enough subject”.

This made Y/N smile, a small chuckle even escaping her lips. “Of course, you are” she admitted, finally finding enough courage to speak more than a few words. “you’re the prettiest thing out there”.

It was his favourite compliment she would give him, when she would call him pretty. He understood that it was a compliment mainly reserved for girls, that guys were usually called handsome or rugged, and honestly if anyone else called him that he would probably try and fight them for making fun of him. But it was different coming from her, sincere and holding more meaning to him than you would think. Plus, it never failed to make his cheeks red, and his smile grows larger.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. It was quick yet intimate, passionate. “I love you; you know that?” he asked, his face only inches from hers. Y/N nodded as a response, smiling, tongue pressed to the back of teeth as she leant up to kiss him once more.

It didn’t take long until she was back on her bed, lying flat on her back as her head rested against the pillows.

Eddie had positioned himself in between her legs, fitting there like the final piece of a puzzle. The hand that had been resting against her face had now moved down to the side of her thigh, softly squeezing the flesh in his palms. Their lips moved perfectly in time, tongues briefly grazing on another every so often. Y/N had her arms draped over his shoulders, hands gently playing with his hair.

Slowly, his hand started to creep further up her thigh, slipping under the fabric of her skirts as his fingers brushed against the outline of her panties. She let out a quiet moan, because of nothing other than the anticipation of what was about to happen. He had this effect on her, no matter how many times he had her in this position, no matter how many times they had sex, he always made her weak to the knee with the most simplest of touches.

Their brief separation of lips gave Eddie enough leeway to direct his kisses to the crook of her neck, biting at the flesh in a way that wouldn’t leave a mark but in a way that sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine and up to her core.

She dropped her hands from where they were tangled in his hair, letting them rest at the hem of his shirt before tugging on the fabric. Eddie allowed her to undress him, watching with lust-filled eyes as she helped pull his shirt over his head. He hovered over her, caressing her hair as she unbuckled his jeans. There was a quick separation, a moment where they weren’t touching while Eddie shimmied out of his pants. As soon as he stood there, naked to her apart from his boxers, his hands fell to her waist as she sat up slightly, allowing Eddie to remove the blouse she had been wearing.

They laid back down, bodies pressed closer than before. Skin on skin, lips moving in time as teeth and tongues clashed in a messy yet passionate kiss. They refused to separate as Eddie pulled down Y/N’s skirt, tossing it on the bedroom floor beside the bed.

His hard cock pressed against her clothed core; a shockwave of pleasure rushed through her. “Eddie” she moaned against his lips, hands pulling on the waistband of his boxers, pleading with him to remove what was left of their clothing. “ ‘M need you”.

He smiled against her cheek where he had just placed a kiss. “Okay, baby” he hummed, guiding his hands against hers, both pulling down his underwear. He sprung free against his naval. Y/N instinctively reached her hand around his shaft, wrist moving up and down against him as Eddie removed her panties and unclipped her bra.

Placing a kiss on her shoulder, Eddie gently caressed two of his fingers in between Y/N’s dripping folds. She sighed at the sudden contact, hips bucking forward, craving more. Both their breaths were shaky, the small amount of pleasure both were experiencing was enlightened tenfold by the intense passion of the moment.

“Eddie” Y/N moaned again, free hand tightly gripping his bicep. “Stop teasing”

He chuckled at this, laughing against the skin of her neck before placing another kiss on her collarbone. He didn’t need to say anything before slipping both his digits inside her, stretching her as he didn’t waste time pumping in and out of her entrance.

She threw her head back against the pillow, allowing herself to relax under her boyfriend’s touch. It didn’t take long before their rhythms were in time, both touching the other with a gentle yet fast pace.

A few more movements of her wrist before Eddie reached down and removed her hand from around his member, almost simultaneously removing his two fingers from inside her. “Feels so good, baby” he assured her before she could detest his actions, “But need to feel you, need to feel your cunt around my cock”.

His vulgar words never failed to make Y/N blush. And although what he said was rough, words reserved for times in which he had her pinned against the wall, back pressed against his chest as he pounded into her with force, his tone was gentle and loving. The contradiction made Y/N’s body heat up more.

Eddie positioned his tip at her entrancing, prodding her hole slightly before pushing his entire length in with ease. Y/N couldn’t help but let a loud sigh at the burning stretch inside her, his thickness and length reaching depths inside her that no man ever could. “Fuck” He muttered to himself as her tight walls wrapped around him in a warm velvety embrace.

His hips began to buck into hers, slow at first before he found the perfect pace between soft and rough. Moans echoed off the four walls of Y/N’s childhood bedroom, words of affirmation and curses intertwined with the vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin.

“Fucking hell, baby” He gasped. His hands were gripping either side of her hips, fingernails digging in the soft skin. His eyes were trained on the way his cock appeared and disappeared inside her, as if he was entranced by the sight. Y/N watched as his face contorted in pleasure and concentration, his tongue resting between his teeth and his upper lip, similar to his expression in the sketch she had drawn. God, he was the most beautiful thing to her.

She reached up, hand on his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “I love you so much, Eddie” She breathed. Her thumb tugged at his bottom lip, pulling him down to kiss her.

“I love you too, baby” his left hand travelled to the back of her thigh, pushing her leg inside her chest to reach deeper inside her body. Y/N let out a loud moan at the new position, white heat building inside her core. “I love you so fucking much”

He kissed her again, messy and uncoordinated as movements became sloppy.

Her walls were beginning to tighten as her moans got even louder. She wrapped her arms around Eddie's shoulders as she had done before, her nails digging in his back and surely leaving scratch marks. “ ‘M so close” Y/N managed to pant, toes curling with every thrust of Eddie's hips into hers.

“I know, baby” He groaned into her ear, his grip on her thigh now bruising. “Let go, wanna feel you cum around my cock so bad, princess”

His words were like an order, and Y/N happily obeyed. Her orgasm came crashing down on her in a wave that engulfed all her senses, and she swore she saw stars. Eddies name came from her lips like a prayer, sending his head into a spin.

The way her walls were pulsating against him, the stinging feeling of his broken skin against her fingers, the way she sounded so sweet from underneath him was enough for Eddie to ride his own high. With one, two, three and four messy thrusts, he spilled inside her, painting her walls white with his cum.

He pulled, both of them sighing at the separation. Eddie watched as his cum dripped out from Y/N’s throbbing hole. Entranced by the sight, he took his two fingers and pushed the hot liquid back inside her, twisting his digits before removing them once more. “Fucking hell” he spoke, out loud to himself. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”

Y/N blushed at his compliment, pulling him down so he now lay beside her. She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck.

They laid there for a moment, Y/N tracing her fingers across the tattoos sprawled across his chest as she rested her face against him. “All that because I drew a picture of you” She giggled; a thought spoken out loud.

“Hey, maybe you could sketch a picture of me at the band's next show? I feel like that would be sick” he said, fingertips gently grazing her shoulder.

Y/N giggled at the proposition, liking the idea of her sitting in a dark corner of some seedy bar while Eddie played alongside his friends to a crowd of drunk middle-aged women who would probably try and hit on him after the show. “Yeah,” she agreed, “And I could call it ‘A Portrait of a Rockstar”.

“Future rockstar” Eddie corrected.

Y/N shook her head, hair rubbing against Eddie’s bare chest. “You’re already a rockstar” she smiled, “You are to me, anyways”.

He smiled to himself at her words, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head as he pulled her impossibly closer. “I’m so in love with you”

“I’m so in love with you too, Eddie”

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authors note ➵ i think we’ve all fallen in love with this man, therefore i had to write a fic about him

i’m actually in the middle of writing a series for eddie as well, but idk when that’ll first be posted

also, please send me requests for eddie stuff! also any other stranger things character, i want to write for the show more!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut

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