#blondedmuse.nsfw

[blondedmuse]

MISERY BUSINESS

felix catton x reader

synopsis. ꩜ based off of this request.

author’s note. ∿ i need this man so bad it’s not even funny. smut (fingering, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, praise, marking, voyeurism I guess idk) it's been a while since I wrote something on this account and its not proofread so be nice, also a bit of a rushed ending??

word count. ⨾ 2.7k

The harsh thud of the car door closing awoke you from your mid-day reverie by the lake. The sun was beaming down on you almost bare body, only covered by a bikini. It was hotter than usual and everyone else at saltburn seemed to share your complaints. The heat aside the weather was pleasant—Felix on the other hand looked less than.

He looked annoyed, almost upset, even from far away. When he exited the car Oliver and Felix went their separate ways, Oliver looking just as unhappy. You wondered what happened in just few hours that could’ve soured their moods but it was only a few moments later when Felix approached you, grinning in attempt to hide the scowl he was dressed in minutes earlier.

Once he reached your figure he towered over your body as you laid on the dock. Having well acknowledge the heat now and your lack of clothing he discarded his shirt and quickly lowered his frame over yours so that his was barely hovering over yours.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

He shook his head with a small grin. “nothing.”

You scoffed. “Liar.” He raised his brows.

“What’s wrong?” You prodded again. He dropped his head in hesitation, his lip between his teeth as he contemplated telling you what happened on his and Oliver’s road trip, what he felt, what the truth was—but he couldn’t. Not yet anyways.

He looked up at you. “I- Oliver just said something and it hurt me more than I thought it would.”

You sat up, the two of you adjusting your bodies as you did so. You stared intently at his face, watching how his eyes glossed over and how he could barely hold your gaze. It was a different demeanor than what other people knew, one of the more human parts that made people fall in love with him.

You lifted his face towards yours. “I’m sorry.” The silence that followed after your statement determined he wasn’t interested in sharing anything deeper than the surface of the matter.

He looked back at Saltburn then back at you. “Don’t be.”

You scrunched your brows. “Hm?”

“I don’t know,” He said earnestly. “It’s not your fault, I should’ve listened to you earlier. You kept saying you had a bad feeling about him and I didn’t really take it to heart…til’ now I guess.”

“Oh, Felix,” You sighed, cupping his face, your hand over his jaw subliminally believing that it would release the tension he held there.

“He’s out tomorrow.” His hand caressed yours as it rested on his cheek.

“Really?”

“Really.” He confirmed. “Maybe now I can get you, alone, yeah?” His body pushed yours back down on the doc so he was hovering over you once again.

"Felix," You laughed. "Always distracting me, aren't you."

"No 'm not," he mumbled, nipping at your earlobe. "You weren't doing anything important anyways."

"I was going to ask another question," You giggled.

"Okay," He answered, pushing himself so that he kneeled above you, a knee on either side of your torso. "What?"

When he was playful like this he was such a beautiful sight in front of you, you almost felt bad asking him a question as if you were ruining the mood.

"You're not really kicking him out are you? I feel bad."

He sighed. "I am kicking him out and you shouldn't feel bad, he’s in the business of misery it’s almost like his job to make people feel bad." He crawled back over you once again, something heavier within him now. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw, his clouded eyes. His mouth made its way back to your body, this time trailing down your stomach, beginning to leave marks you knew you’d have to hide at the party tonight.

“Felix,” You frowned. “I just-”

He cut you off. “Enough, alright. He was a creep anyways, you said it yourself,” He told you and you nodded, internally agreeing.

“He’s going home after the party.”

The feel of his voice as he mumbled into your skin was enough for you to stop thinking about the situation for the moment. It wasn’t until nightfall you were reminded of Oliver's unrelenting presence—it was his birthday after all. Still, no matter where you were in Saltburn, you couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes upon you, you couldn’t help but feel that you were never alone.

"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" You asked Felix and he hardly registered the question. His hands up your dress the lights were dim, colored strobe lights bleeding in from the outside. The room was close to empty but the music could be heard throughout the house. You could ask him anything to anyone and it wouldn’t really mean anything—and it didn't help that the two of you were getting dizzy on champagne.

So, you didn't ask you question again but your eyes flickered to the maze that could be seen from the window and he understood what you wanted.

"Whatever you want, angel." He grinned, pulling his hands away to grab yours, taking you to the garden.

You scrunched your brows together. "I should be calling you that y'know."

He laughed with you. "You have wings too."

"But I'm a fairy"

"Close enough." You laughed to yourself as you and Felix walked through the house and towards the maze. There was a bottle of champagne in your left, Felix’s hand in your right, grounding you with each step. The more the time passed the less ideal it felt to walk in heels—you thought of ditching them all together. Still, they held the integrity of your costume, matching the chosen Midsummer Night's Dream theme. You'd dressed up as a fairy, donning flowers in your hair and a frilly slip dress, the costume obviously incomplete without wings.

Your heels pierced through the dirt once you’d made it to the grass, your feet sinking slightly with each step. You groaned to yourself, not going unnoticed by Felix.

“You okay?” He asked, stopping to turn to you.

“My heels,” You answered.

He furrowed his brows. “What about them?”

“Well…” You hesitated. “They’re killing my feet and they keep sinking into the dirt. They’re gonna get dirty.”

“We’ll we can’t have that know can we,” Felix replied, picking you in on fell swoop, your body now in his arms, your legs dangling from his grasp.

"Felix," You giggled his named through broken laughs, surprised with the immediacy of his action.

"What? You know I'd do anything for my best girl," He told you, returning the wide lipped smile on your face.

"I didn't ask you anything."

"You didn't have to."

You went limp in his arms as you sighed, comparable to an act of defiance as if you were annoyed, as if he did something wrong; but you knew he couldn't if he tried. He shook his head but the smirk on his lips was undeniable as he carried you the rest of the way to the center of the maze.

"You're insufferable, won't even let me carry you," He carped, putting you down and letting you lean against the cold metal of the statue as you put the bottle of champagne on the ground beside you.

"I did and you love me," You retorted, inching your face towards his, leaving a sliver of space between your lips. The bronze on your back that chilled your skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Felix's body, from the warmth of the air around you. It was intoxicating, his breath on your skin and the breeze of the wind. Looking up at him you could see that carnal glimmer in his eyes when his hands roamed your body only moments earlier, and this morning on the dock. It was something you craved and that was something he knew and savored the fact.

"Well I can't deny that," He smirked before closing the gap between the two of you. You could feel the indent of his grin as he kissed you, his lips turned up into a wicked smile, something more depraved, but still, nonetheless, Felix.

"Why don't I finished what I started earlier, love?" He asked against you not bothering to pull away and you only moaned in approval. His lips traveled from yours to the lobe of your ear so he knew you could hear him clearly.

"You need to use your words, darling."

"Yes," You keened, wanting—needing more than what was being given.

"Good girl," He hummed, his hands drawing down the straps of your dress before they traced down the rest of your body all the way to your thighs. He hooked his hands under them, lifting you to sit on the base of the statue.

"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes for conformation, the raise of his eyebrows encouraging it verbally as well.

"Yeah," You sighed breathelessly. "But I still need you."

He smirked again. "Let me fix that then."

Felix's hands gently lowered the front of your dress, exposing your breasts and taking one of them into his mouth, moaning around it.

"You're beautiful, darling" He mumbled, groaning as his tongue slid over your hard nipple. His words were genuine but you couldn't help but feel a little cheesy, kicking your foot playfully at his leg and you felt his erection, hard as you did so.

"And you know that already," He chuckled, sucking your nipple more aggressively. "But it's true." His words made you ache with impatience, whine with desire. Felix pulled back before lowering himself to his knees, his eyes not daring to leave yours. Only when he licked an agonizingly slow, sloppy stripe against your clothed cunt his eyes focused on the sight in front of him.

You breath hitched in anticipation as he pulled down your panties with his teeth and taking them off, shooting you a wink as he pocketed them. Immediately after his gaze moved back to your wet pussy, wasting no time in tasting you.

He dropped his head and his tongue slithered to your clit, flicking the pearl a few times before wrapping his lips around it. Your core was hot against his face, your scent, heady and electrifying; he could spend hours between your legs. Your hand went to claw at his hair, your fingers entangling with his brown locks.

"Ri-Right there," You breathed, attempting your best to string a coherent thought together, but it was hard when one of his hands massaged the outside of your thigh while the other came up to your empty hand. Your fingers interlocking, his thumb kneading the side of your palm as he sucked harder at your clit. You squeezed it as you released strangled moans, strained from the attempt to stay quiet.

"You can be louder, love. No one else is going to hear you except me." You didn't believe him, swearing you heard something in the bushes move along with the fact that there was a full blown party happening in his house right now; but you couldn't help yourself either.

He slipped two fingers into you, eliciting a lewd moan with ease. Your legs pressed together and he almost felt suffocated at the momentary feeling of being entirely enveloped by you—but it was exactly what he wanted.

"Oh God, Felix," You fingers digging deeper into his scalp and he groaned.

His movements were mindless and uncalculated, but they had you reeling each time. He knew your body like a book, where to touch to have your head spinning. The longer he spent between you legs, the louder your moans got, your hips helplessly bucking up to meet his fingers and mouth.

"Atta' girl," he murmured against you core. "Cum for me, love, I can feel you squeezing me."

Your movements got sloppier, raunchier, as your orgasm approached swiftly. It struck you like a bolt of lightning, your body overtaken with rapture and relief. Felix watched as you come down from your high, his fingers still working you over.

"You did so well f'me," He coaxed, finally removing his fingers from your core and scaling up your body, his moving to cling to yours and swallowing any soft moans you had left.

"Need you," You whispered as his lips nipped at yours.

"Need me or my cock?" He chuckled, drunk on you.

"You know what I mean," You replied, hands already to undo the buckle of his belt.

He stopped you before you could go any further. "I know, I just want to hear you say it, darling."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, the smile on your lips indicating otherwise. His brows darted up, goading you on.

"Please?" He pressed and you exhaled in pleasure, in desire.

"Need you inside me, Felix." The corners of his mouth turned up into that smug smirk you've known for so long and he nodded in thanks.

"As you wish, my love."

He was rock hard, heavy and hot in your hands, precum dripping from his tip. You were just as wet and desperate as he reached down as he lined himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself inside you without another moment of hesitation. His arms caged your body under him as he hissed at the feeling. He gave you a a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried deep inside of you.

"You're so tight," He praised as he kissed you, moaning into your mouth as he began to move. The pace of his hips started slow, gently rolling into yours, your clit brushing up into his pelvic bone at just the right angle. Felix tuned into how your moans falter when he hit just right spot, the sensation going straight to your core.

"Feels so good," You keened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.

"Yeah? Tell me about it," He asked as he increased his pace, the speed of his pounding becoming relentless, evoking obscene noises from you. You wrapped your legs around his torso, heels digging into his back as you gave him the perfect angle to go even deeper as his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly.

You were sure your nails were going to leave a mark as they clawed into his shoulders while his hand slowly travelled to your core, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit to help you reach your climax. You clenched around him in a manner so desperate, cunt fluttering around his cock. You didn’t have time to tell him you were cumming, screaming and sobbing as ecstasy hit you like a brick wall. You arched your back as his name fell from your lips again and again like a hopeless prayer. He followed suit seconds later, soaked with you as buried his head into the crook of your neck. He came with a strident cry as he bottomed out, filling you to the brim. You went limp under him as he panted weakly with his voice hoarse in your ear.

Still hazy from your climax your eyes widened as you saw Oliver walk into the maze. Felix didn't hear him, but he took note of your expression.

"What? Are you okay? What's-"

You interrupted him. "Oliver." Felix's head whipped around to the man standing behind him.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Felix exclaimed and you pulled your legs from his torso and fixed your dress. Felix pulled up his trousers, buckling up his belt before fully turning to face Oliver.

"What are you doing here, mate? I mean, really?" You didn't say anything, composing yourself as Felix stood in front of you. Oliver opened his mouth to speak but Felix cut him off before he could explain himself.

"Actually I don't wanna fucking know, I've seen enough." He sighed and looked back to check on you.

“I think you should go,” You said to Oliver. “Before you do anything more to embarrass yourself.” The words were harsh as they came out of your mouth but you didn’t know what else to say. You watched as he walked away with his shoulders slumped, no doubt some guilt weighing them down.

“Are you alright?” Felix asked you, turning back around. You nodded still processing what had just happened as it seemed the champagne had worn off a while ago. You grabbed the bottle off the ground and held it up, offering it to Felix with a smile he didn't hesitate to reciprocate back.

"To Oliver's fucking party!" You laughed confused as ever, taking a swig of the bottle before he grabbed it from you.

"To Oliver's stupid fucking party."

#jacob elordi #felix catton #felix catton x reader #felix catton x you #felix catton x y/n #felix catton saltburn #saltburn #oliver quick #blondedmuse.nsfw #felix catton x reader smut #felix catton smut #jacob elordi smut

[blondedmuse]

SUMMER DAYS

synopsis. ꩜ what it’s like to spend your summer days at Saltburn.

author’s note. ∿ this was supposed to be a drabble/headcannon but i can’t write anything short it seems; allusions to smut, fluff.

at breakfast

you sat next in between Venetia and Farleigh, across from your lover, Felix. Sir James would ask you if you slept well and had a good night, a kind and common courtesy for any guest he’s hosting at his home. Everyone turned to you as you nodded, recalling the night before. It was spent in Felix’s room, his hand over your mouth as you moaned, careful not to wake anyone up.

“Yes, I slept well,” You answered. Everyone probably noted that your hair indicated other wise, just slightly messier and unkempt than it’s usually been in the morning. But you wondered if everyone could see the cheeky smile on the boy across from you at the table.

in the pool

You swam after breakfast with Venetia while the boys sat in the lounge chairs. You’d asked Felix to swim with you but he insisted he'd finish the book he was reading. While Farleigh got into the pool after a few splashes from Venetia, it seemed as though Felix needed more convincing.

"Don't you wanna get in the pool?" You asked Felix, crawling up his body on the chair. "The water's nice, it'll cool you down-" he started tickling you before you could finish your argument, trying to get your wet body away from his.

"Christ, you're cold!" He laughed as you attempted to fight back, pushing away his arms with yours.

"Fine, you want me to go in?" He caved, picking your body up from on top of him and walking over to the ledge of the pool. "You first."

You screamed as Felix threw you from his arms into the hair, hitting the water with a splash. Felix followed suit, diving in right after.

"Is this what you wanted, darling?" He said swimming over to you and you wrapped your legs around his frame underwater, bringing him closer to you.

"Exactly." You answered, locking your lips with him only for your kiss to be interrupted by Farleigh's fake gags.

"Get a room!"

on the court

you were invited for a match of tennis. You changed from your bathing suit attire into a silk dress, a pair of sunglasses and heels, which is not necessarily ideal for the sport but you wanted to follow formalities. You and Felix were paired together for the doubles game against Farleigh and Venetia.

It was nonchalant the way you all played, slightly lethargic from the champagne you’d been drinking. Still, Felix managed to keep the score and in the final game of the second set you scored the winning point for your team. And to celebrate Felix lifted you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Fantastic job, love!” He laughed, spinning you around.

“Felix, put me down!” You exclaimed, slapping his back playfully in between giggles.

“Did you guys see that?” He taunted the other team. “We have a new Wimbledon star over here,” He beamed jokingly and Farleigh was quick to flash him the finger, watching Felix pop another bottle of Champagne.

in the field

You laid bare on your stomach, a cigarette hanging out the side of your mouth as you read one of the few books you packed with you.

"There you are," Felix said, stripping off his suit from earlier's tennis match. "You like what you see?" He asked as he watched you stare intently and he shot you a coy wink.

"You know it, baby," You replied, lifting the sunglasses to rest on your head so you could see Felix in all his glory.

"They say it's rude to stare," he declared, walking over to you and sitting down on the ground next to you.

"Then I guess I'm the meanest bitch alive," You smiled and he plucked the cigarette from your mouth. You gasped, (jokingly) jaw dropped.

"They also say it's rude to take things that aren't yours."

He raised his eyebrow playfully as he took a drag, teasing you. You rolled your eyes and he laid down next to you.

"They also say sharing is caring," He exhaled.

You scoffed with a chuckle. "Shut up. Who is 'they’ anyway?" You questioned and he shrugged, offering you your own smoke back. Nonetheless you accepted it as he kept it steady while you took a drag. Your head rested on his shoulder as you puffed out the grey odor, and he watched in admiration. He observed how the sunlight pooled in your eyes and the way your lips curved as you breathed out the stench in clouds. Sure, Saltburn was his house, but the weight of your head on his shoulder made you feel like home, and he appreciated every moment of it.

at dinner

you felt intimated by the sophisticated customs at Saltburn and dinner was no different. You sat at the large dining table next to Felix, his hand on your thigh.

"You look beautiful, my love," He told you as he passed you a bottle of wine, which you gladly accepted. You were dressed in an evening gown to match the black tie attire everyone else had shown up in, yet you still felt out of place like a sore thumb. You poured a glass of wine, hoping it would ease your anxiety.

"Not too much, darling," Felix warned, giving a slight squeeze to your leg. He could sense your nervousness, having been watching you toy with your jewelry for the past five minutes. But, he didn't want you falling over yourself by the end of the night either. You looked around and everybody seemed to be occupied with conversation of the company around them so it seemed like you were in clear to have a side conversation with your lover.

"I know, I just feel like I don't belong here."

Felix grabbed the hand that was fidgeting with your necklace and brought it to his mouth, his lips leaving a delicate kiss on your skin.

"You of all people deserve to be here. There's nothing to worry about." You didn't say anything, only huffed as you bit your lip. "And if you don't believe me and you still feel nervous, just squeeze my hand alright?"

You nodded, accepting his offer and holding his hand in yours as the woman next to him dragged him into another conversation. Still, when you squeezed his hand, it was always reciprocated, Felix unable to ignore you.

at the lake

you and Felix giggled, arms linked together as you headed towards the body of water. You excused yourselves from dinner early—dragging on with meaningless conversation you began to zone out from, and Felix was just as bored as you. Dinner wasn't usually like this but the additive guests, the Henry's, seemed to dull the excitement with their own stories solely for the purpose of one-upping the Cattons it seemed. So, Felix came up with an excuse for the both of you, something along the lines of 'you weren't feeling well' and he 'needed to take care of you' which wasn't entirely untrue. Boredom is an uncomfortable feeling which Felix needed to take care of by something more fun.

"Thank you for that but why did you have to make me the damsel in distress? They're going to think I'm a snob," You whined.

"They would never. But me on the other hand? Yeah I think you're a snob. Making me carry your heels is outrageous," He teased with your shoes in his hand and you shook your head unable to hide your soft giggles.

"But they do love you y'know."

"Whatever," You mumbled and you felt your feet lift off the ground as Felix threw you over his shoulder. You watched him put your heels down and the ground started to move below you.

"Felix! Put me down! Where are you-" You saw the edge of the lake and it clicked. "You are not throwing me in without a bathing suit! Felix, please!" You screamed, resorting to slapping his back.

"Quiet, love, you're gonna get us in trouble."

"I don't have another dress, put me down!" You demanded.

"You can borrow one, its fine." With that he threw you into the lake, your body sinking into the cold water.

"Felix!" You cried as you resurfaced, watching him stand at the lake's edge completely dressed and completely dry. "It's cold!" What am I supposed to wear after this?"

"You can take my jacket," He reassured you after he stripped himself of his suit, jumping into the lake after you, only clad in boxers.

He swam towards you. "You poor baby."

"It's cold."

"How 'bout I warm you up then?" His hands were at your sides, pulling up your dress under water, his mouth hot against your neck as he began to mark his territory. You knew now that the night would end with you in his bed like it had for the past week, and you would be asked about it all over again at breakfast—but there's no other way you'd want to spend your nights and summer days.

#jacob elordi #felix catton #felix catton x reader #felix catton x you #felix catton x y/n #felix catton saltburn #saltburn #oliver quick #blondedmuse.nsfw #felix catton smut

[blondedmuse]

SCREW MY BRAIN (‘TIL IT HURTS)

you can't help but get jealous watching your boyfriend sing about someone else.

rockstar!eddie x reader

warnings: oral (m receiving), face fucking, slight degradation

author's note: this literally meant to be like 300 words but it got too long...

word count: 1.4k

He was currently singing the background vocals of a song you had forgotten the name of, which is a rarity in itself; something you would never do, but it was about somebody else. You had the understanding that it was written prior to your relationship, but the way he would practically moan into the mic made you shift in your seat restlessly.

You told yourself over and over again that it was a song, but Eddie would grab the microphone with his ring clad fingers, pulling it closely to his lips that were just perfectly parted, his head tilted back and his eyes pinched closed while he belted out.

You told yourself over and over again that it was a song, but Eddie would grab the microphone with his ring clad fingers, pulling it closely to his lips that were just perfectly parted, his head tilted back and his eyes pinched closed while he belted out.

And so, it wasn't long until the green-eyed devil on your shoulder had gotten the best of you, as the next moment you were out of your chair and on your feet, heading to the booth where he was standing. Eddie spotted you in the corner of his eye but continued to sing, shooting a confused look your way as you walked up to him, placing a tender kiss on his jaw.

"What are you doing?" He mouthed softly, his head tilted.

There was a short break in the song for a guitar solo, so you took that as your opportunity to pull him by his tank top, your lips colliding with each other.

"You," you said before biting down on his bottom lip, sucking on it before consuming him in an ardent, heavy kiss. His hands languidly traveled down the sides of your body, his lips grinning against yours as he took a hold of your ass, giving one cheek a hard, firm slap.

A gravelly moan flowed from between your lips when you felt his hands kneading your ass through your jeans, your face warm and flushed as he pulled away to start singing once again. You stood there dazed, his eyes half lidded and you couldn't help but feel how hard he was just below his belt.

Eddie smirked while singing as he eyed you and a low chuckle left your lips as you helped yourself to your knees. Your hands snaked up his thighs to his hips, where you undid his belt and lowered his jeans just enough so that his cock was freed from the confinement of his pants.

You knew the kiss wouldn't have had him completely leaking, so you did what you knew would, what you knew would get him dripping. His hands laid on the mic above you, and he practically hissed when you wrapped yours around his cock, pumping it and looking up and observing his every move, every small reaction to you.

His head dropped back listlessly, shamelessly muttering curses under his breath while cautiously bucking his hips. With each pump, his cock began to drip, his pretty pink tip turning to red and pulsing in your hand. You hummed smugly to yourself, taking his tip into your mouth while your tongue lapped over it gathering his pre-cum and swallowing it.

"Fucking hell," Eddie choked out thickly, the struggle of attempting to stay quiet becoming helpless. He harshly grabbed the back of your head, watching as you bobbed your head and teasing him just the way he liked while your hand pumped the rest of his cock.

Your tongue ran alongside the bottom of his shaft before anchoring yourself down until you could feel his tip in the back of your throat and his balls by your chin. One hand was wrapped around his thigh, rubbing his skin back and forth and Eddie's mouth was slacked open as he started down at you, watching you with lust filled eyes as you sucked his achingly hard cock.

"Fuck, sweetheart, feels so good," he muttered as his messy curls began to cloud his face, his forehead now damp with the increase of temperature in the small booth of the studio—which the music was still blaring through. It managed to drown out his moans and groans that just barely escaped his lips while he watched your tongue work his cock. You hollowed out you cheeks, bobbing your head, and with each bob you head was met with the thrust of his hips.

"Oh yeah," He sang out, truly trying his best to focus on the song at hand, but it came out smoky and raspy. You torrid mouth on his cock was driving him into the state of hysteria—at least that what it felt like, his skin piercing and his stomach churning with pleasure each time his sensitive tip hit the back of your throat.

You pulled off his cock momentarily, your lipstick leaving its mark and saliva clung to your chin. He breathed out harshly at the loss of your mouth and his hand made its way to his shaft, stroking it a couple of times.

"Look at me, baby," You coaxed. "Would you be a good slut and fuck my mouth while you sing?"

You asked him as if it were a challenge, a devilish grin molding your lips and his hand had started to move faster at your request. He's a rockstar, a celebrity, which means he'd been telling people what to do for him left and right; and while he loved to be dominant, he loved it even more when you took control.

"I'm all yours, baby. Anything for you," He mumbled. "Put your pretty little mouth on my cock again, baby, please," He virtually begged and you chuckled, sticking out your tongue as you licked his tip a few times before allowing his cock to slide into your mouth painfully slow until he bottomed out.

His fingers found his way to your head once again while slowly he thrusted in and out attempting to keep his lips close to the microphone to sing. Your mouth was full with his cock, but the feeling was heavenly and he tasted even better. The thought of him having his dick in your mouth while he sang about some other chick who was long gone made your core start to burn, your cunt aching from the way he withered under your touch. He was yours.

He tried to sing into the mic again while his pace was speeding up, his throbbing cock thrusting in and out of your mouth, making your head spin and screwing your brain so hard you swore you could barely think straight.

"Yeah," He moaned out, his lower stomach starting to burn as he approached the edge. He did his best in straining out the rest of the lyrics, his jaw going slack as he fucked your mouth harder. It's a wonder he was only recording the backing vocals as of now, because these were definitely not the right lyrics and you both knew it—but then again, you wouldn't mind hearing his moans in the background of the song.

Warm tears had fallen down your face from the impact by this point, but you knew you could handle it.

"Baby- fuck, feels so good," He gasped, his tongue running over his bottom lip and holding your face still as he felt his cock begin to pulse harder, whines spilling uncontrollably from hips lips.

"Oh fuck, fuck-" His motions turned messy as his hips rode out his orgasm. You felt his long, pearly ropes of cum paint your mouth, your hands squeezing his thigh tightly as you swallowed every last drop he gave you.

The music had faded, completely turning off and you pulled off his cock, looking up at him with a soft smile as his thumbs wiped away your mascara tainted tears. His breaths were shallow, more dazed than you were.

"Holy shit, baby, that was so good," He chuckled lightly, running his hand through his hair while extending a hand to help you off your knees.

"Slutting yourself out for me at the studio, pretty boy? Wonder how it sounds on tape," You grinned, sucking on his lower lip before leaving him in the booth.

"Let's run it back!" You chuckled, sitting in the seat infront of the the sound board, watching Eddie as he did his belt, pulling himself together for the next recording.

#rockstar!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things volume 2 #blondedmuse.nsfw

[blondedmuse]

WICKED GAME

tyler durden x reader

synopsis. ꩜ you can’t sleep and tyler doesn’t want to.

author's note. ∿ for my tyler durden girlies. smoking and smut (oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, praise, and marking).

word count. ⨾ 2.2k

You didn’t know what time it was and you didn’t care. You assumed it was somewhere between midnight and three in the morning but it didn’t really matter when you had no intentions of falling asleep anytime soon. Your mind was restless and time was of little essence.

So, instead of lying in the bed that you only found uncomfortable when you were alone, you grabbed a cigarette from an open pack on the nightstand and sauntered to the stereo downstairs. You picked a personal cd from your collection, one you had made yourself, inserting it into the stereo and cranking the volume just loud enough so that you wouldn't go deaf. Santo and Johnny's Sleepwalk echoed throughout the house, a much more mellow sound than your usual taste in music.

You shuffled through the kitchen drawers, putting the cigarette between your lips as you searched for a lighter. Lo and behold you found nothing, but nothing was better than the weird shit Tyler kept around. It was one of the reasons you'd always hesitate in opening the fridge, worried you'd find some body part in a bag or just anything you weren't supposed to see.

You settled on the stove, turning the dial and allowing the flames to rise while you stuck the smoke in the blaze. Once it was lit, it found its way back to your lips once again and you turned the stove off, propping yourself up on the kitchen counter with your knees folded close to your chest.

Sleepwalk faded out and Chris Issak's Wicked Game began playing while you heard the noise of the front door opening. You didn't have to guess that it was Tyler as he had a tendency to come home at such a late—or early hour, your time together nightly and fleeting by the moment. He only got through the door, shrugging off his jacket before he was met with the sound of music blaring through the stereo. He headed to the kitchen, the source of the noise and he was quick to catch your frame on the counter.

“What’s with the noise, baby?" He asked, turning the volume down just a bit. "Thought you’d be asleep by now,”

"And I thought you'd be home earlier," You said, taking a drag of the cigarette and he made his way over to you, pulling your legs down from the counter and standing between them with his arms on either side of you.

"I know and I'm sorry I just-"

"Save it, Durden," You cut him off, the grey fumes leaving your lips as you spoke. "Just kiss me."

It's not that you didn't care what he had to say, you just wanted to save him the trouble of pulling some explanation out of his ass that you didn't need to hear. You didn't know much of what he did, only that he had some fight club and that he couldn't talk about it. While he's barely given you bits and pieces about what he does during the day, he's always made it clear that he'll never love you any less.

It was weird the way he loved you. He was intense like an inferno, yet he could be so elusive and capricious that it felt like he was another person. Needless to say, it was his nature to be unpredictable. So unpredictable in fact, that he made sure that you knew the two of you were anything but permanent and he ended up completely head over heels for you—so much so that he needed you like water. In his mind, the world was going to end, but he wanted to be by your side when it happened.

You were better than heroin and he found himself hooked on you.

So, you let yourself feel your lips against his in an agonizingly slow and sloppy kiss, but one that you've been yearning for since he left in the morning. When he pulls away there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you and you can't help but admire the lopsided grin on his face. The taste of tobacco and fresh cinnamon gum lingered on your tastebuds and you knew you had to get more.

"If it makes you feel any better, you look really good right now," He said eyeing you up and down. It was a little too warm inside for your liking thanks to shitty air conditioning, and so you were only donning a pair of panties and a black tank top—one that didn't do a good job of hiding your nipples.

You smirked, taking another drag of the cigarette, letting it hang from the corner of your mouth, "You don't."

He quirked his head in agreement, "Rough night."

Your finger traced the newly forming bruises on his face that you had learned to easily dismiss. They were something you'd accepted, a new one in place of another each night he came home. Still, the sight made your heart sink as if he was destructing right in front of you like a dying star—but if anything, right now he was fierier than ever.

There was something so fascinating to him in the way you admired his scars that he couldn't help but kiss you again, wrenching the cigarette from your lips, replacing it with lips of his own. The kiss was anything but chaste, inhaling the smoke from your mouth into his like he stopped breathing and you'd just brought him back to life.

He pulled away to exhale the gray odor and there it was again, that intoxicating, dopey grin—except this time you could see the suggestiveness of it, an almost erotic glint in his eye to match.

You only dwelled on it for a moment before you leaned in again, your lips melding to his. Your tongue swiped the cinnamon gum from his mouth before his mouth moved to your neck.

"Greedy girl," He mumbled making his mark on your skin. You only moaned softly when you felt his teeth graze just the right spot. You sighed when you no longer felt the warmth of his mouth on your neck, but his hands slithering down your sides, toying with the hem of your underwear with his face in view once again, panting faintly in front of you.

“I think we should go upstairs,” He murmured.

“I’m not tired.”

“Neither am I.” He smirked, "Why don't we tire you out, baby?"

You simply smiled, nodding at his proposal, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picked you up and carried you upstairs while quietly humming the lyrics into your skin as he held you.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you, Strange what desire will make foolish people do"

Tyler wasn't known as the most gentle guy, quite the opposite really, but when he has you in bed, his main priority was taking care of you. While there were times he'd absolutely love to ruin you, this was not one of those times. He loved when he could revel in being close to you, some poetic shit he'd say along with his outlandish philosophy about the world ending.

He placed you on the bed you'd only left moments earlier, hovering over you as you laid against the sheets before tearing off your tank top.

"Tell me what you want pretty girl," He rasped, now admiring your bare chest.

"I want enough orgasms to pass out."

"That I can do," He replied, sinking lower down your body so that his face was met with your clothed cunt.

"Want me to take these off for you, baby?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Please," You breathed and your underwear was across the room in a heartbeat. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of your wet cunt and he wasted no time in getting a taste.

He dropped his head and his tongue darted to your clit, flicking the sensitive bud a few times before wrapping his lips around it. One hand massaged your outer thigh while the other slithered its way between your legs, parting your lips just enough so he could push his tongue in your hole, savoring the flavor on his taste buds.

"Just- just like that," You breathed, trying your best to string a coherent sentence together. You reached your hand down to grab at his hair that went every which way while his lips wrapped around your clit once again, his teeth slightly grazing the bud. Your legs clenched together and he almost felt suffocated at the momentary sensation of being entirely enclosed in you—but in his head, it wouldn't be the worst way to go.

"You can be louder, baby, can't you?" He asked, his words muffled but you could still catch the smugness that dressed his voice.

"Because I think you can," He murmured against you, slipping two fingers into you, effortlessly eliciting a loud, lewd, moan.

"Fuck- fuck, Ty," you cried, your fingers digging deeper into his scalp and he groaned.

His actions were thoughtless, yet they had you bemused each time. He knew your body like the back of his hand, where to touch to have you absolutely reeling. Your moans only grew louder the longer he spent between your legs, your hips mindlessly bucking up to meet his mouth.

Your movements got messier, sloppier as your climax approached rapidly, the knot in your stomach finally coming undone as a wave of ecstasy coasted through you and Tyler's fingers kept going, working you through your first orgasm.

"You're so pretty when you cum, baby," He cooed, finally removing his fingers from your cunt and crawling up your body, his lips clinging to yours and swallowing any soft moans you had left. To be truthful the pleasure he'd given you already was enough for you to pass out on its own, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want more.

His mouth left yours, his frame moving to kneel above yours so he could take off his shirt, his torso barren and on full display. Your hands darted toward the waistband of his jeans, pulling him towards you so that his figure was looming above you once again.

Instead of undoing his jeans you paused, flipping the two of you so that you were on top of him, straddling his waist.

"You look so good beneath me," You said, a cheeky smile spreading wide across your face as you undid his pants, taking off any clothing between you and his skin. He was rock hard, hot and heavy in your hands, precum already dripping from his tip. You were just as wet and desperate as he reached down to intertwine his fingers with yours, his other hand lining himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself inside you without another moment of hesitation.

Your nails scratched at his chest while your mouth drifted to his neck, sucking a deep purple mark into the skin underneath his jaw. You're in adoration of the color that sprouted up and how it will darken then lighten again so you can do it all over again.

"And you look even better covered in my bruises," You told him truthfully and you could see that smug grin tugging at his lips as it has many times before, until it was halted by a soft moan.

The pace of your hips was slow, gently rolling into his, your clit brushing up into his pelvic bone at just the right angle. You tune into how his moans falter when you moved just right in the thick and now humid air of the bedroom, and the sensation goes straight to your core. They're like a favorite song of yours, one you'd play on repeat over and over again until it's stuck in your head like an earworm.

"God, Tyler, feels so good-"

"I know, baby, I know. But don't come yet."

You furrowed your brows and before you could ask why he was already out from under you and taking you from behind.

"Tyler" You groaned, trying to process the loss of him inside you as you regained it again almost simultaneously. He held you up and closer to him, relishing the feeling of your warmth as you buried your head in a pillow.

"Fucking hell," He rasped, his voice breaking and his neck craned so that it could rest in the nape of yours. The sound of skin on skin was so loud, almost overpowering the sound of his voice—but it didn't, and you were more than happy you could hear it.

"Harder, Ty, Please," You pleaded through broken moans.

You clenched around him in a manner so desperate, cunt fluttering around his cock, you didn't have time to tell him you were cumming, screaming into the pillow. Like greased lightning you finally found yourself falling over the edge, your orgasm snapping like whiplash. His name fell from your lips again and again like gospel and the feeling's enough to make pass out, a ring lingering in your ears as you collapsed under him. He followed mere seconds later, soaked with you, furthuring his head into the crook of your neck with a strident cry as he bottomed out. His hips were firm against yours before he fell atop of you, panting weakly with his voice hoarse in your ear.

"You tired now, pretty girl?"

When he barely got a hum in response he rolled off of you, pulling your bare body towards his as you fell deeper into sleep.

This was a nightly routine, your favorite game—a wicked one, but one you could never lose.

for my loves @saintsinnereject and @secretlocket <3

#tyler durden #fight club #blondedmuse.nsfw #tyler durden x reader #tyler durden x you #tyler durden x y/n #tyler durden smut #tyler durden oneshot #tyler durden imagine #tyler durden fanfic #tyler durden fanfiction #tyler durden angst #tyler durden fluff

[blondedmuse]

HEAVEN OR LAS VEGAS

steve harrington x fem!reader

a late night smoke sesh with steve.

warnings: drunk reader, smoking/drug use, shotgunning, fingering, oral (f recieving)

author’s note: I'm a slut for steve, thank you

word count: 2k

"Hey, feet off the dash," He grumbled as he put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space.

"Hey, feet off the dash," He grumbled as he put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space.

"Hey, feet off the dash," He grumbled as he put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space.

You tilt your head towards Steve. "My feet are killing me, Harrington."

"Okay fine, just..take your boots off, I'll carry them inside."

You smiled and he only rolled his eyes. Yes, admittedly you were a pain in his ass when you were drunk, but he would do just about anything for you whether he would admit it or not; and if that meant driving you home in the middle of the night because you stayed just a little too long at a party, then so be it.

You were beyond grateful to have a best friend like him. But you didn't know how long you could stand the thought of only being his best friend.

You bare feet were on the dash now, your head looking out the window, preoccupied with these million other thoughts—and Steve was quick to notice.

"Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" He asked, trying to keep his focus on the road.

You jerked your head towards him. "Yeah, just..."

"Drunk?" He laughed.

"Who would've guessed?" You grinned.

"Well you're lucky the ride's short, because we're here." His car pulled into the empty driveway of your house, satisfied with the lack of cars in front of your home.

"Parent's out tonight?" He questioned, furrowing his brows.

You shook your head. "The weekend. My dad has business in New York and my mom went with. They're not gonna be back til Monday."

He nodded. "Alright, well let's get you inside, yeah?"

"Yeah," You sighed and Steve grabbed your boots while you grabbed your bag and walked to the front door.

Once inside, you immediately aimed for the kitchen, your body dying for a glass of water.

"How do you feel?" Steve asked making his way towards you, watching intently as you chugged a glass of water.

Part of you wanted to spit some snarky comment like you always did, something along the lines of Stop worrying about me, it's not a good look on you, because it wasn't. You wanted him to stop caring about you so much, to stop feeding into the idea that you could be more than friends. But instead, you gave a truthful answer.

"Better. Like I could smoke some weed- we..could smoke some weed" You quirked a brow at him, a complacent smirk forming at your lips and was soon infecting his.

"Whatever you want." He returned your smile and you went to your room to grab your stash.

You came back with a brown bag in hand, holding it up in all its glory. Back in the kitchen, you propped yourself up onto the kitchen counter, your legs dangling off the side which Steve stood between.

You pulled a blunt from the bag and placed it between your lips as you pulled your lighter from your pocket, but Steve was quick to snatch it from your fingers.

"What was that for?" Your scoff muffled by the joint hanging from our mouth.

"Pretty girls don't light their own blunts."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Who wouldn't," He said, igniting the joint between your lips and you inhaled.

You were slightly annoyed at how casual he flirted with you, at how he probably didn't even realize he was flirting with you, because you wanted to be anything but casual; and you hadn't a clue what he wanted. One minute he'd be all over you and then nonchalantly friend-zoning you the next.

It was tiring—you were tired. Your eyelids were harboring heavyweights that became harder to keep open the longer he looked through you while the faint sound of your thoughts bled into your ears, meddling with your head like a slow, sensual kiss.

"Whatever, Steve 'the hair' Harrington," You mocked with air quotes and all, brushing off his compliment and breathing out the clouded fumes.

He scoffed as you passed the blunt to him and took a drag. "You're funny when you're drunk."

"I know. Someone's gotta be the funny one, and it's definitely not you." You declared as your finger landed on his chest.

"Hey! I'm funny-"

"Sure you are. Are you gonna go on about how the ladies love your humor?" You rolled your eyes jokingly.

He shook his head, laughing. "They do y'know."

"Whatever. Y'know in Vegas casinos it smells like weed all the time? it's gotta be like heaven in there, you could practically get high off the air," You said, before sucking delicately on the smoke once more. If the alcohol hadn't loosened you up by now, the weed definitely did. At this point you were just talking just to talk and Steve enjoyed every second.

"That's what you think heaven is?"

You exhaled the gray stench in his face and his expression crinkled in disgust. "Of course I do."

"Of course you do," He chuckled. "Clearly you haven't been to heaven then."

You furrowed your brows while feeding the blunt between his lips. "And you have?"

"No, but I can get you there," He breathed, reciprocating your puff of smoke in his face. "If you'll let me." You stared at him for a few seconds before fully understanding the gravity of his suggestion.

Your brow shot up. "Cocky much?"

"Maybe...but I just want to make you feel good." Your gaze flickered between his eyes and lips, and only now were you realizing what a pretty shade of pink they really were.

You wrapped your lips around the blunt, inhaling what you could before grabbing Steve's face, putting your lips on his. You exhaled the smoke from your mouth into Steve's, which he gladly accepted.

"I didn't get an answer, baby." He pulled away and you could see your smoke evading his lips.

Baby. You didn't know if you had become so intoxicated and reached the point of delirium or if this was really, truly happening. Part of you didn't want to know, because what was worse? Being used or fleeting sincerity?

"Eyes on me babe, c'mon."

You focused on him again and decided fuck it. "Yes, take me to heaven, Harrington."

This time Steve's hands were on your face, thumbs running over your cheekbones and wasting no time in dragging you back in for another kiss. A soft moan spilled from your mouth into his and he knows he's got you where he wants you, running a hand up your thigh before quickly finding the button of your pants.

You lean back on the counter, elbows supporting you as he takes them off and drops to his knees. You're half focused on him and half focused on whether or not this is still happening, but all doubting thoughts dissipate when you feel Steve's tongue drag over your clothed cunt.

Your whole body felt aflame and he's barely touched you.

When he finally takes your underwear off he can see how wet you truly are. Your heat was hot against his face, your scent alone was intoxicating, maybe enough to get him high on its own. Even more intoxicating was your taste, it'd only been seconds and he felt like he could spend hours between your legs.

His tongue swirled around your clit while you lean back on the counter, your elbows no longer supporting you.

Your fingers clawed at his scalp, messing up his hair, which is quite a pet peeve of his but he would let you do it a million times over if it meant he could have you like this. They dig deeper when his teeth brush up against your clit just enough to have your back arching off the counter, hips bucking up as a moan escapes your lips.

"Oh god, Steve."

If you thought you knew what heaven was, you were wrong. His breath set your cunt ablaze while his lips closed around your clit. His tongue flicked around the sensitive bud, his hands running up and down your thighs and gingerly holding your body down before your hips can buck up to meet his mouth once more.

"Try and stay still for me," Steve mumbled into your heat, his voice sending vibrations rolling through your body causing a chill to run up your spine, your head hitting the kitchen counter. The joint in your hand was forgotten long ago, deserted from the moment your tongues intertwined with each-other. You only remembered it then, feeling it between your fingertips, and in that moment you went to put it out. Only when you did, you felt Steve slip a finger into you and your hand slammed onto the counter at the motion.

"Fuck," You breathed, your legs tightening and forcing his head further into your cunt and he couldn't help but groan.

"Need another," You said and swallowing thickly, as his mouth sucked relentlessly while he curled his finger.

"Another what, baby?"

"Another-" You were interrupted by a moan erupting from the back of your throat. "Another finger, please."

Steve did exactly what you asked of him and you shamelessly pushed your hips up against him. The tension in your lower stomach was steadily building, and quicker than you'd like to admit.

His mouth was so effortlessly driving you insane, he was driving you insane. The way his warm hand felt around your thigh while he fucked is tongue into you with so much fervor had you reeling.

It was mindless, the way he knew exactly where to touch, where to brush his fingers to have you squirming, writhing under him. The feeling was so intense, you wouldn’t be surprised if you just blacked out then and there on the kitchen counter. His name rolled of your tongue like a desperate prayer while your hips rolled against his fingers, lips around your clit.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna-" The pleasure was so much you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Cum?" He asked and you only sobbed in response. "Let go for me, sweetheart, m'right here."

His arms released your thighs, entangling with your hands and whatever he'd said about staying still was definitely forgotten by now as your hips bucked up to meet his mouth, finally pushed over the edge. The orgasm that washed over you made your vision go white and you were sure you were in heaven. It was harsh and near brutal, but you swear he made you see stars.

Steve's tongue continued to languidly thrust in and out of your cunt, helping you ride out a new high. After a moment, you reached down to scratch his head attempting to pull him away from your heat and he obliged. When you finally came down from your orgasm, his lips were in view, soaked with you and a smile tugging at its ends. The sensation of his mouth and fingers were now gone, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment.

Steve's no longer between your thighs, but pulling you toward him on the counter, a firm grasp on your ankles. Once you're sitting up and he's standing between your thighs again, he doesn't hesitate in kissing you, but this time it's chaste and you can feel it; he kissed you just to kiss you, and when you pulled away you were met with hopeful eyes and a shit-eating grin.

"So, what's better? Heaven or Las Vegas?"

"I think you know the answer," You giggled.

You were both still so clearly high and you were still drunk, now fucked out too. So, you both silently agreed that whatever was between you two would be a conversation for the morning. But a part of you knew that you'd find yourself in heaven again soon.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve my beloved #blondedmuse.nsfw

[blondedmuse]

drummer!steve x bassist!reader.

"Couldn't wait 'til later, sweetheart? pathetic," Steve mumbled nonchalantly as he continued to practice drumming through his practice routine as if you weren't even there, as if you weren't grinding on his thigh like a bitch in heat.

And he was right, you couldn't wait 'til later. Not when he looked as good as he did. Rehearsal had been going steadfast, hours of practice on end, and you both were exhausted—and it was only midday. Steve had resorted to taking off his shirt due to being drenched in sweat, making him practically naked, which led you to the position you're in right now.

While the band was on break, you two stayed in the large rehearsal studio, but it was not large enough to hide the elephant in the room; you wanted him. Bad. He was only drumming in his boxers, tattoos exposed and glossed with sweat—which in turn was not helping your libido. So, here you were, desperately grinding on Steve's thigh, because what else were you supposed to do?

"So good, Steve," You mumbled against his neck, his hair fisted in your hand, your lipstick leaving its mark all over his skin. It wasn't long until your tongue found its way to Steve's cross chain, licking its way down until his pendant made it to your lips, taking it between your teeth.

"Know it is, honey, you're dripping all over my fucking thigh. I'm shirtless and suddenly you can't control yourself?" His little mean act went straight to your cunt and he knew it. He wanted it to. His hand wrapped around your jaw and neck, forcing you to face him.

"You practically jumped my bones 'cause what...I looked good?" His eyes bored into your half lidded weary ones while he watched you nod and released his hand, your head falling to his shoulder.

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your hips moving faster. Steve could feel you dripping further down his thigh by the minute, sliding down the side of his thigh, and it just made it so much better. Your whimpering and whining continued, moaning under you breath about how good it felt.

His head turned you yours on his shoulder, his teeth grazing your earlobe,“Make a mess on my thigh and i’ll fuck you when we get back to the hotel room.”

#in my rockstar era LMFAOO #steve harrington #steve harrington headcannon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things volume 2 #blondedmuse.nsfw

[blondedmuse]

cockwarming while doing rockstar!eddie’s eyeliner

You practically begged Eddie to do his makeup, just his eyeliner really, dying to know what he’d look like with a smokey eye—just like the rest of the world. Granted it didn’t take much convincing, but your request came with a caveat; he wanted to cockwarm while you did his makeup, simple as that.

It’s been a case of his own personal interest recently, wanting to be close to you when tour has made him feel so far. Now he wasn’t actually far from you, you were practically his groupie, accompanying him along tour—he just never truly got you to himself. And now that he finally had, he wanted to be a little selfish.

You had no problem doing what he wanted as you sat straddled his lap as he laid against the headboard of the hotel bed, patiently tolerating whatever you wanted to do with his face, his hands massaging your bare ass. Your vision was something that screamed Tommy Lee but a little more smudged.

While you tried your best to focus on his makeup, the tension between your legs was hard to ignore, the desire to roll you hips ever so slightly growing hastily. Leaning closer to smudge the liner on his lower waterline, you mistakenly bucked your hips and a moan slithered it’s way out from your throat at the friction.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” He asked, his expression adorning a smile that was anything but innocent. It was teasing you, he was teasing you.

“Mhm” You hummed, steadying yourself still. “Everything’s good.”

“Alright,” He replied, pleased with how easily he could turn you on and amused with your struggle.

You only hardly manage to finish his makeup look without losing it, dying to ride him shamelessly. Finished, you cup his face between your palms admiring your work.

“Open,” You tell him and his big brown puppy eyes revealed themselves, more romantic than ever. He looks so good, you lose your breath—and if you weren’t convinced before, you know now that he is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever met.

“Wow,” You exhale feeling the tension in your core grow once again. You knew he would look good, but seeing it now you know the look was made for him.

“How’s it lookin’?” He asks and you don’t even bother to start you sentence before your self control is long gone, leaning down to kiss him hard, your hips moving in time—doing what you’ve been craving to do for the past twenty minutes.

“So does it look metal or what?” He asks with a light chuckle only to groan at your movements and you whine.

“So fucking metal babe.”

#this is not proofread #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things vol 2 #blondedmuse.nsfw

[blondedmuse]

bubble bath sex w eddie……..

"Oh god," Your words were barely a whisper, a hiss from your lips into the skin of the nape of his neck. Your warm breath dressed each syllable as they crashed into skin, his mouth brushing your jaw at each thrust of his hips.

The hot water from the bath Eddie ran for you warmed your body, and you swore you were melting, relaxing after the long day you've had. You moved your head that was once leaning on his shoulder, to in front of his face, your lips entangling with his and your hips still lazily rolling.

Somehow, you could taste the vanilla and lavender bubble bath, bitter on his tongue and now yours. You hummed at the flavor which really just turned into a moan, pleasure coasting through you.

"You taste- taste like soap baby," You chuckled, your words slightly slurred as you pulled back, trying to make your words as intelligible as you could with his cock filling you up.

He didn't respond, he just watched you and you watched him, his grin growing wider as you tried to get the taste off your tongue.

"Love seeing you like this, baby. How do you feel? Better?"

It could've been luck or something like divine timing, but in that moment your hips met in a way that had your eyes rolling and your arms pulling him towards you just a little closer.

You moaned. "Much."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munsons smut #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things volume 2 #eddie munson headcannon #postcards ꒰ ✉ ꒱ #blondedmuse.nsfw

[blondedmuse]

if you bit into tattooartist!eddie’s shoulder during sex he would definitely get your lips tattooed there after…

you’d be lying in bed playing with his hair until you’d notice the seran wrap around an unfamiliar tattoo on his shoulder.

“What’s this?” You asked him. “Are these…my lips?”

“Yeah I got ‘em tattooed since your always biting my shoulder in bed.” A grin spread widely across his face, one that would soon infect yours.

“Oh you’re obsessed with me, Munson,” You whispered against his lips before meeting them in a chaste kiss.

“Oh I’m lovesick about you, babe.”

#eddie munson headcannon #tattooartist!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things volume 2 #blondedmuse.nsfw

[blondedmuse]

imagine you n steve trying to catch your breaths after sex….cuddling with each other all sweaty and stunned

Your body laid collapsed on top of Steve, panting, your lungs longing for air.

"Fuck," You breathed. "I don't even know what to say." You lifted your head up to look at him.

"What about, 'Wow Steve! You're so big and made me cum so hard!'" He joked, and you couldn't help but scoff and drop your head back to his chest.

"You did though." You mumbled into his chest. "Can't get up."

You felt a hand running over your back before he lifted you head up by your chin.

"You did so well, baby. I'll carry you."

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[blondedmuse]

'"Louder Princess."

Your throat was burning. You were blessed with a cold and Steve just wanted to take care of you, to make you feel good; and what better way than with his head between your thighs.

You moaned at the feeling of his tongue between your folds, his mouth on your cunt, trying to elicit any noise louder than your last.

He'd gotten greedy, he wanted to see how loud you could get, how loud his mouth could make you. Your hoarse moans were music to his ears, but you knew your voice would be spent by the time he was done with you.

"I know, baby, I know. I'll buy you all the tea in the world after this, just let me hear you."

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[blondedmuse]

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[blondedmuse]

thinking about steve covering my mouth while we fuck…dizzy

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