#no i didn't drawn pun on their t-shirt

[always-andromeda]

Eating Out | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3,422

Summary | Eddie can't afford to take you out to dinner. Naturally, he decides to treat you to an enlightening night at Chez Eddie.

Author’s Note | remember that time I said I'd write a thing where Eddie rails you after making you dinner??? so yeah, about that, I slightly adjusted the idea to make a pun with the title...if y'all want a sequel, I am very up for it (I'm begging, please someone give me an excuse to write a sequel because if y'all want it I will do it, I know we're gonna need some fun content after the new episodes come out tomorrow lol)

Warnings | smut (MDNI), oral (male receiving), mentions of drugs, nothing else I can think of!!

Eddie Munson hates spending money on dates. He's not a cheapskate. It's just that he can't exactly spend money he doesn't have. Sure, he does odd jobs around the trailer park to make some cash on the side and gets paid in singles to play at that hole in the wall bar in Hawkins. But it's nowhere near the kind of money that would allow him to take you somewhere like Enzo's. Enzo's wouldn't be his speed anyways. If he walked into a joint like that, they'd tell him to march right back out of there after their eyeballs were done popping out of their sockets.

He loves you. God, he loves you immensely. But he'd rather pitch himself into the quarry than treat you to fine dining. That doesn’t matter anyways, he has a better idea in mind.

Eddie tells you to come to his trailer after school on Friday night. His uncle is working. You are already well acquainted with this routine. You come with minimal makeup (Eddie will end up making it run anyways) and a short skirt with panties he can easily pull aside. But when you’re knocking on the trailer door and he opens it, it’s not the Eddie you’re used to seeing. 

He’s wearing a white t-shirt that’s a little too small on him, as if it’s been a few years since he’d first gotten it. The most shocking part is the bowtie sitting right above his collarbone. It's not real, of course, but drawn on. You can see the marker streaks that reveal how he attempted to spruce up the ill-fitting garment. Your mouth hangs open at the fabric stretching across his chest, accentuating the full shape of his torso and exposing his midriff. Somehow, it’s more suggestive than if he didn't have a shirt on.

“Good evening, mademoiselle. Are you ready for an extravagant night at Chez Eddie?” He asks with a wink and a smile that shows he knows exactly what he's doing with the ensemble. His jeans hang dangerously low as he sways his hips ever so slightly. He knows exactly what’s running through your mind as you drink up his delectable figure. 

You cough and bring your gaze back to his eyes, “Excuse me?” You stare at him, brow raised. You’re used to his antics by now, but this was a new one.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Just come inside, you dork.”

Then you’re wandering in the dim trailer where Eddie has set up a fold up table in the middle of the tiny living room. Two fold up chairs are pushed in on either side of the table.

Eddie leads you to the chair that faces away from the kitchen and pulls it out, saying, “Sit. Dinner will be out shortly.”

He disappears behind you. You hear him moving things around in the kitchen and it finally sets in what he’s trying to do. You smile and look down at your hands. There’s even a little candle on the table! Wait…that’s-- that’s a stick of butter that Eddie stuck a rolled up toilet paper wick in on a plate. You’re taken aback but still smitten at the effort.

A few seconds later, Eddie comes around with two bowls, setting one down in front of you and the other on his side of the table.

“From our esteemed Chef Campbell we have…chicken noodle soup.” You hold back a giggle when you see the familiar watery soup of your childhood, little pieces of chicken and vegetables floating along the surface. Eddie has lived in the trailer park with his uncle long enough that he knows how to get by when it comes to food. He has a taste for junk food, knows how to mix things together to make something that’s just edible enough. Your tastes must be a little more refined, he figures.

So he had pulled out some of the dried herbs and spices from the kitchen cabinet that never got used. Fuck, they’re so old that the expiration date has long since passed. Eddie just shrugged. That just means the flavor has faded a little, right? He’ll just have to use a little extra. 

Thyme? He’s got all the time in the world for it. Rosemary? Sounds nice. Oregano? Fuck yeah. Chef Campbell can make a mean soup, but Eddie is a wizard with seasonings.

When the spoon is in your mouth, you're hit with the flecks of flavor that don't quite make sense together. But Eddie looks at you with an anticipation that forces you to smile through the strange bite.

"It's good!" you chirp.

Eddie grins and holds his hands up, "What can I say? You've got a man who knows his way around a kitchen, princess."

No, I absolutely do not. 

But you laugh and take another spoonful of the soup. If this will make him happy, then you can suffer through the assault on your taste buds.

The next course is grilled cheese, though it's quite obvious that Eddie had burned the bread while cooking it. That's the one Eddie gets nervous about. With money being so tight, it had been a while since he or his uncle went grocery shopping. He only had so many pieces of bread left. He tried to keep an eye on them as they cooked. But it was just his luck that in the few minutes he took to rifle through the fridge, looking for a drink option, the kitchen became engulfed in the bitter charred stench. Hoping you would notice, he sprayed some artificial floral air freshener and scraped the burnt bits of bread off the side he'd overcooked.

You actually didn't mind the grilled cheese too much. Sure, it wasn't the prettiest sandwich to look at, but it tasted alright. The plastic cheese was overpowered by the toasted bread that tore at the roof of your mouth. Your throat overwhelmingly dry, you drank from the glass of liquid that Eddie poured out for you. Apple juice. Thank god. You could drink apple juice all day if it got the rancid aftertaste of the soup out of your mouth.

About an hour had passed since you'd first arrived. The butter candle had long since burned out, leaving you mostly in the dark. The sun was quickly disappearing from the view of the living room window and you wonder when the dinner will be over and the real fun part of the night will arrive. Being around Eddie was always fun. But nothing beats the feeling of his hands running over your thighs and up your shirt. And as the night gets later, you clench your thighs more and more, impatiently waiting for some sort of relief.

"Now, we have our dessert!" Eddie walks back into view. “This one is extra special.”

In both his hands is a plate. A sad, lumpy cake placed on top. You can tell that he must've ran into some sort of problem during the baking process.

Of course Eddie couldn't make a boring old box cake mix without it turning into a fiasco. The cake mix was old, but the frosting had been the only thing he’d splurged to get. What goes better with chocolate cake with chocolate frosting? He was no cake decorator and he was pretty sure he was supposed to let it cool before frosting it, but who cares? It was gonna taste damn delicious anyways.

“Wanna have the first slice?” He hands you a butter knife, excitement and obvious pride in his eyes. He looks almost like a little kid with his big brown eyes, waiting for you to praise him for the dinner’s grand finale.

But the top is sunken in. And you know exactly what that means. Still, you slice into the cake and grimace a little when the insides start to run from the piece you’ve removed.

"Um--" Eddie looks at you expectantly and you clear your throat, "Baby, it's a little...underdone..."

Eddie scrunches up his nose at the sight of the cut open cake, the inside oozing out, "You gotta be shitting me. I followed the directions exactly." If he hadn’t thrown the box away already, he’d be scanning the package, double checking that he’d added every ingredient. Maybe…maybe the weed had messed up the mixture somehow? He’d asked Reefer Rick if he had any good dessert recipes, but none of them involved a box cake mix…so he improvised.

He heated it up just like he was supposed to and added in just enough to get both of you high. Eddie had never baked a cake before, he had no clue what any of it was supposed to look like. Improvising didn’t seem like it was too good of an idea anymore.

"Fuck..." Eddie whispers under his breath. "At least the rest of the dinner was okay, right?"

You stare blankly for a second before replying, "Oh, yeah, totally!"

Finally, Eddie sees right through the mask. He isn’t even hurt that you lied to him. Hell, he couldn’t be mad at you even if he tried. He wasn’t even disappointed that he wasted some of his stash on a shitty recipe that didn’t work. He’s more upset that the night wasn’t going as he planned.

“Shit,” he sank down on the couch, leaning back and taking a deep breath. He wanted to do something nice for you. 

You pushed your chair back and went to sit beside him. Tucking your legs underneath you and resting your head on his shoulder, you place your hand over his veiny one. You turn it, feeling the calloused pads of his fingers intertwine with yours.

“I just wanted to give you a good night.” He mumbles.

“Aw, baby,” you coo, “You always give me a good night.” And god, the heat pooling between your legs is begging for another one. But his downcast expression makes some of your arousal subside.

He brushes away your reassurance, “You know what I mean. You deserve a guy that can give you all the fancy shit.”

His despondency shatters your heart, “I don’t need fancy shit. I just need you.” You slot your arm behind his back and fully embrace his body.

Eddie simmers in your words. He’d never been able to imagine a world in which he would actually matter. A guy like him doesn’t have much use as a cog in the machine. But there was some comfort in knowing that if he stuck to you, there was always a chance he’d have a place in the world.

You interrupt his daydreaming, “Besides, I have to give my compliments to the chef.”

"The chef did a terrible job.” He scoffs.

You drift one of your hands down the middle of his too tight shirt, taking special care to linger at his exposed midriff right above the buttons of his jeans, "The chef did the best he could. And I’m planning on leaving a really big tip."

Goosebumps enticingly prickle his skin where your hand teases him. Eddie’s belly rises and falls with suspense. He’s not quite sure what you’re planning in that sweet little head as he says, "Hopefully not just a tip?"

“Mmmmm,” a laugh rumbles from your throat, “You’re getting too greedy now.”

“I think I can afford it, princess.” He snickers before nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing you gingerly. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you smile into the kiss like he’s just told you a secret.

No one else in Hawkins had a clue how tender your precious freak really was. So you’re glad you’re the only one who gets to see what he looks like from below as you situate yourself on the floor between his legs. Of course, Eddie handed you one of the throw pillows for you to rest your knees on.

It was suddenly becoming painfully obvious to him what you had in store.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Eddie asks, staring down at you through his dark lashes. You'd never used your mouth on him before. Though he’d dreamt of it, he'd never asked because he was too worried about making you feel disrespected. But he'd gone down on you plenty of times. If it felt that good when he was doing it to you, you could only imagine how the same thing would feel for him. So you nod quickly, already proceeding to unbuckle his jeans.

Eddie grabs your wrists before you can continue, "I need you to say it, princess." His gaze is pointed.

You shift on your knees a little, almost hesitant to say it out loud, "I-I wanna suck you off." You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as shaky, "Please, baby."

Eddie slowly releases his grip and rasps, "Good girl. Go ahead." He lifts his hips to help you get his bottoms off and tosses the jeans along with his boxers to the floor next to you. The sight of him has your mouth watering. It's nothing you haven't seen before; his thick cock is rigid, twitching, and just starting to swell red at the tip. But knowing it's going to be in your mouth is an entirely different matter. Your cunt aches and you have to stop yourself from reaching your fingers down to relieve the burn at your clit. Though you’ve been waiting all night to be touched, your mind is set on rewarding your boyfriend.

Eddie watches your expression carefully and tucks your hair behind your ear, "You see what your pretty little voice does to me?"

You look up at him again, seemingly surprised, "Really?" The power it gives you makes your heart swell in your chest.

"Yeah..." he trails off when he feels your breath tickle his bare thighs. "Wanna touch it?"

Without answering, you gently take him in your hand the way you'd seen him do it before. He sucks in a breath at your soft, delicate touch. Your fingers have a little trouble wrapping around his girth and he has to stifle a laugh at how innocent you are. You mimic the way you think he'd want it, grasp loose as you sloppily pump him.

Eddie can't help the little laugh that escapes him this time, "Here, princess, lemme show you how."

Just as you feel the embarrassment creep at your cheeks, Eddie takes your hand and spits on it. Then he tightens your hold so your fingers are almost touching. He puts his hand over yours, moving it up and down. As soon as he thinks you can follow his lukewarm pace, he lets go. You see the tension start to melt from his shoulders as he finally relaxes against the back of the couch with a deep moan. With the help of his spit, you go just a tiny bit faster, upping the ante just enough that he his eyelids flutter and his breathing gets faster

"I bet my mouth would feel a lot better," you mumble more to yourself. Before Eddie has a chance to object, your tongue is leaving a long, wet stripe up the side of his cock and ending with a flourish around the tip. You taste the musk of his skin and the slight saltiness of his leaking head.

"That feel good?" You ask sweetly. As if you hadn’t completely wrecked him right where he sat. He only wants more of that magnificent tongue.

"Fuck...yeah..." Eddie struggles a little bit to cum right then and there, "Jesus, princess, have you done this before?" You shake your head back and forth, wide eyed and pursing your lips.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're going to kill him. 

Eddie lets out an almost haunted breath of air, "Okay, you're gonna want to hollow your cheeks out. You just let me know if you wanna stop. I don't want to hurt you." 

Now it's your turn to laugh at him, "Eddie, you could never hurt me." You're looking a bit more confident in yourself when, again, you lick up the length of a vein on his cock. “I want you to use me.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. He can’t look this time, you take his tip into your mouth and sink your lips down all the way until you feel the end of him hitting your uvula.

You begin to panic when the instinct to gag kicks in. But you don't want to stop. You fight through the tears that form in the corner of your eyes and try to ignore the gag. Eddie feels your throat constrict around him and is caught between wanting to curse at the new wave of pleasure and wanting to pull you off of him immediately. His care for you wins that internal battle. But you push his hand away as it goes to relieve you from your struggle.

"Baby, you don't have to keep going." He manages to croak.

You shake your head slightly, trying to keep him in your mouth. You bring your hands to his thighs, caressing his skin in order to put him at ease. Your touch softens the tension in his muscles.

Eddie isn’t sure what to do with himself if he’s not worrying about you. He chooses to hold one of your hands and grip the other on the edge of the couch cushion. He allows himself to really feel your mouth. Your throat is impossibly smooth and slick with your spit. And warm. Possibly warmer than your cunt. He’s not too concerned about differentiating between the two sensations. His head is swimming in the pleasure you’re delivering as your cheeks hollow around him, just like he told you too. 

As you drag your lips along his length, Eddie’s thighs jolt almost involuntarily. You feel him fuck deeper into your throat and you take it in stride, working through the way the movement chokes you.

“Fuck— you’re so good for me, princess. Soooo goooood…” Obscenities fall from Eddie’s lips like they’re nothing. The suction your lips have formed around his cock has him feeling like he’s in the clouds, simply floating his way off into the distance. The only thing keeping him from losing himself is your hand clutching his and your nails digging little half moons into his thigh. That’s when he opens his eye. He nearly feels guilty at how the sight of you, almost choking on him as he fucks himself into your mouth, has him groaning. 

He wipes one of the tears away from your cheek and whispers, “So fucking beautiful…taking my cock…” a strangled sound vibrates deep from within your throat and it feels fantastic.

He almost can’t tell when he’s about to finish until the cord snaps almost entirely, getting ready to send him careening into an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, baby, I’m gonna—” his voice breaks and you feel his warm load shooting down your throat. He grips both of your hands now, keeping himself grounded; his hips threatening to spasm even more violently. His back arches against the back of the couch. He’s riding out the last waves of his peak. You begin to slip him out of your mouth, the final spurts of him dripping out onto your tongue as he goes limp.

You swallow every drop down and feel satisfied knowing his sticky spend coats the inside of your stomach instead of your cunt this time.

Eddie still feels like he’s flying. He can close his eyes and fall asleep if he really wants to. Seeing him fucked out and draped back on the couch makes you bite your lip and smile. His lips are parted, though nothing but his ragged breath leaves them.

“I hope I look that pretty after you go down on me.” You giggle, plopping down where you had sat beside him before.

With a shaky hand, Eddie runs a hand through his hair to clear the sweat that makes his locks stick to his forehead. “Nah, you’re waaaaay prettier.” His voice sounds far off like he’s still recovering.

“Alright for my first time, huh?” Eddie stares at you for a few seconds, mentally running through options for where he can go from here. 

He decides that you look too smug for your own good. You yelp as he sweeps you from your position and pins you on your back to the couch. You look at him, disoriented, with your brows pinched together.

Nestling himself between your legs now, Eddie chuckles darkly, "Oh, princess, that was just the first course."

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[coldfanbou]

TIAM IS Side Stories: Relaxation

"Sauna!" Sana yelled excitedly, trying to mimic how her name is said. Jeongyeon stared at her and shook her head. "What? It's a pun. And a good one at that." The girls each took a step inside the room and began to relax. 

Jihyo stretched her neck as she sat down. "This feels nice." She said in a near moan. "Our concerts are finally over! Good work, everyone!" The others cheered along with Jihyo. The girls each began talking amongst themselves as they relaxed. 

Momo, who had sat behind Jeongyeon, leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Did you enjoy the show?" Jeongyeon immediately became embarrassed and refused to answer. Momo asks again, "Did you enjoy the show?" She moves down, sitting beside Jeongyeon now. "I know you took pictures. Have you been playing with yourself imagining his big hard cock fucking you?" Momo slides her hand down Jeongyeon's shorts before the older woman can answer. "You're already wet." 

"T-that's just b-because it's hot in here," Jeongyeon responds, trying to contain her moans. Momo's index and ring fingers spread Jeongyeon's lips as she slips her middle finger inside. "Mhmm ahh…," Jeongyeon moans. 

"Just imagine if this was his cock." Jeongyeon didn't do that, instead remembering the other night when you had walked into her room by mistake. Momo's finger continued to explore Jeongyeon's pussy as Momo licked at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. 

This would've drawn attention from the others in most situations, but on the other side of the sauna, Tzuyu was having her own fun. A few minutes after sitting down, Tzuyu began to play with Jihyo's tits. She had massaged them, drawing soft moans from her leader. "I love your tits, Mommy. Can I have some milk?" 

Jihyo squirmed under Tzuyu's touch; she rubbed her legs together. "Sure, Tzuyu, you can have some milk." Jihyo lifts her shirt to reveal her big sweaty breasts. Tzuyu latched on her tit immediately; her tongue swirled around Jihyo's nipple. The taste was salty because of the sweat at first before the rich flavor of milk hit her tongue. Jihyo held her maknae's head in place as she suckled. The other members watched Tzuyu work Jihyo's chest, giggling amongst themselves.

"You want to be like that, don't you? Your tits full of milk because of him." Momo whispered into Jeongyeon's ear.

"N-no, I don't." She moans, still being fingered by Momo. 

"Really? Because I felt your pussy get tighter around my finger when I said that."

Tzuyu unlatched herself from Jihyo's chest, "Dahyun, Mina can I taste your milk too?" Dahyun claps her hands as she laughs while Mina blushes at the request. Dahyun raises her shirt, and Tzuyu rushes to her side. Suckling on Dahyun's tit felt just as good for Tzuyu; Dahyun's breasts may not have been as big as Jihyo's, but the milk was just as good. Dahyun couldn't contain her moans, causing the others to laugh.

"Your breasts must be really sensitive, Dahyun," Jihyo said, watching the youngest mother have her breasts sucked on.

"Mmm, they are," Dahyun says as she grimaces. Her chest heaves as Tzuyu's tongue flicks her nipple. "I think t-that's enough, Tzuyu," Dahyun says, struggling. 

"Ya,  you can't be cumming just from having your breasts suckled," Sana says in amazement. Tzuyu continues just a little longer before stopping. A tiny bit of Dahyun's milk runs down her chin.

"That was tasty too!" Tzuyu says before moving on to Mina. 

"Your nipples are sensitive too, right Jeongyeon?" Momo says as she gets behind Jeongyeon and sneaks her hand up Jeongyeon's shirt. Momo pinches her member's nipple, making her gasp. "Just imagine if he was sucking on your tits. His tongue flicking your nipple like this." Momo says while using her finger to flick Jeongyeon's small bud. "You got tighter again. I can always get him to come to your room and help you." Momo sinks another finger into her friend's pussy. "It'll feel much better than my fingers; you've seen it already. You even have pictures on your phone. Just imagine how good it feels as it tears you apart and shapes your pussy. You won't want anything or anyone else." Jeongyeon was about to cum when Momo pulled her fingers away. She felt disappointed at the loss of her orgasm. "So what do you think?"

"I-I'm fine, Momo." 

"You're loss."

Simultaneously Tzuyu had forced her way onto Mina's breast. It was about the same size as Dahyun's, but the taste was different. Tzuyu couldn't decide who tasted better, but she wouldn't give this opportunity up yet and continued suckling on Mina's chest. Mina awkwardly held Tzuyu after trying to fight her off initially. The older woman just let her maknae drink her milk until she felt satisfied.

"So, who's milk did you like better, Tzuyu?" Jihyo asks.

"I don't know. Everyone's milk was just so tasty." She replies while licking her lips. "Momo, can I try yours too?" Tzuyu asks while staring at her. 

"Tzuyu, I don't have milk."

"Oh…right. It just looks like you do. They're so big." Tzuyu motions to her own chest, trying to emphasize how big Momo's breasts are. Tzuyu had wholly forgotten that Momo had never been pregnant. The others laugh at the situation, making Tzuyu blush. "It’s just not obvious like it is with Chaeyoung!" She says, trying to explain herself.

"Ya!" Chaeyoung yells, baring her teeth and holding her fist up in her usual pose. Nayeon looked down at her shirt and covered her chest, feeling like her chest was too small. Sana takes notice of that.

"Don't worry, Nayeon, when you get pregnant; they'll grow. Just look at Mina." Nayeon looks over at Mina's still-exposed chest and nods.

Tzuyu takes a seat by Jihyo again and is surprised to feel her leader place her on her lap. 

Jihyo's hand slithers down Tzuyu's shorts. "Such a bad girl drinking all of our milk and not giving us a satisfying answer," Jihyo says jokingly. 

Tzuyu moans, feeling her leader start to tease her slit. "I'm sorry, Mommy, but everyone's milk was just so tasty."

As Jihyo plunges her fingers inside Tzuyu's tight pussy she whispers a question. "Do you like Daddy's cock?" Tzuyu nods.

"Can I have his milk too? Inside me?" She adds, hinting that she still wants to have sex with you.

"If you do a good job with our next comeback, I might let you have your first time." Tzuyu giggles with excitement at the prospect of finally getting her first time.

"I'll do my best, Jihyo. I will!" Jihyo lets go of the young woman.

"Good, you better." Jihyo looks to the others before announcing the plans to them. "Everyone listen. We're going to be really busy with our next comeback, so rest and relax as much as you can in the meanwhile. Remember, we have someone to rely on to relieve our stress." The members nod, giggling as they look at one another.  "We'll be changing up our styles with this comeback, so I hope you're all excited!" The members all clap and shout as they get excited about their next endeavor.

[ohabigailhowcouldyou]

Written in The Stars(igns)... ~pt 4(2)~

Author's note: This is Chapter 2, read Chapter 1 first.

Chris disposed of their uneaten, melted ice-cream, then set off back to the bus after giving the poor server a distracted wave goodbye.

He'd given Ricky a few minutes headstart, but had still held a vain hope that the other man would have waited for him. He hadn't, and Chris shoved his hands into his pockets, head down as he walked. His thoughts were racing, spiraling, loud and chaotic. Had he misread Ricky that badly? They'd known each other for so long, and Chris had never felt as out of his depth as right now. He'd been so sure...

When he got back to the bus, Ricky's face was hidden behind the camera he had focused on Vinny, pestering the drummer for an update. He didn't look at Chris, not even as Vinny begged him to do the update instead.

"My viewers wanna see you, Vin," Ricky insisted, shoving the camera closer to Vinny's laughing face.

Chris gave Vinny a helpless shrug. "Sorry, bud."

They were playing a festival the next day, band and crew tired and sweaty as they set up and prepared for their set alongside festival staff. One of them, a stocky guy who did something with the power connections for their equipment, had most of the Motionless camp in stitches with well timed jokes and puns in accented English. At one point Chris found himself doubled over, cackling, one hand on the guy's shoulder for balance. The man was grinning at him, pleased that the very risque joke had landed. Too pleased, maybe, as his eyes roamed down Chris' body for a moment. It didn't bother him much, he was used to these kinds of stares both on stage and off.

A sudden sound pulled their attention away though, in time for Chris to see Ricky storm away, a broken guitar left on the ground behind him.

"What the hell happened?" Chris demanded, abandoning his admirer to round on Connor and Logan, who were closest. Connor reached to pick up the guitar, its neck snapped from its body, while Logan answered his question.

"It was an accident. The strap gave out, or it hadn't hooked properly, and Rick dropped it. Not surprised he's upset, though, it's one of the newer customs."

"He has a back-up, right? For the show?"

At Connor's nod, Chris gave his shoulder a little pat before heading after Rick.

He found him easily enough, sitting on the ground outside of the trailer they'd been given as green room, knees drawn up, fingers knotted in his short hair. Not for the first time, Chris felt a pang of sadness over the loss of Ricky's long hair. Not that he was any less gorgeous now.

Without a word, Chris reached down, grabbing his friend's wrists in both hands and hauling him to his feet, using his size for advantage.

"What the fuck? Chris!" Ricky exclaimed, trying to pull free, but Chris tugged him closer instead, folding him into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry about your guitar."

At the words, Ricky's struggles ceased, and he sagged against Chris, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

"It's my own fault." He sounded like he was holding back tears and Chris squeezed tighter, resting his chin against Ricky's soft hair. He smelled like the same mint shampoo he'd been using for years. Chris felt Ricky's hands fist around the back of his t-shirt.

They stayed like that for several long seconds, until Ricky's uneven breathing had calmed and he pulled back from Chris.

He ran a hand over his face, and Chris pretended not to notice the redness of his eyes.

"Just a few more shows," Chris told him, "then we can go home. Rest a bit."

"Yeah, for a week, then back on the road for weeks on end, again."

"I just," Chris began, but Ricky cut him off.

"I know what you were trying to say and I appreciate it. It's just not what I want to think about right now."

"What do you want to think about?"

Ricky looked at Chris for a second, then turned away. "Not a goddamn thing, that's what. I need a fucking drink," and then, as if anticipating what Chris would say to the last statement, he added, "but I'll wait until after we play, don't get your panties in a twist."

"How do you know I wear panties?" The words left Chris' mouth before he could stop them, and he wanted to die as soon as the last syllable was uttered.

Ricky's cheeks went pink, but he just rolled his eyes. "You've worn enough skirts that it's not exactly a leap in logic." He started walking away as he talked, and Chris had to force his legs to cooperate to follow him.

"I haven't worn a skirt in a while, though." Chris had no idea why he didn't just change the fucking subject instead of digging himself deeper into this hole.

"The two aren't always mutually inclusive concepts," Ricky replied, still half a step ahead. "You could be wearing hot pink lingerie under that stage getup, and no one would be any the wiser."

The mental image conjured by Ricky's words had heat spreading across Chris' face. Heat spread across other parts of him, too, but he did his best to ignore it.

"What would be the point of wearing sexy lingerie if no one can see it?" He asked, and again wanted to strangle himself for not just changing the goddamn subject.

Ricky glanced over his shoulder, the start of his reply on his lips, just as Justin's voice rang out; "Who's wearing sexy lingerie?"

They had reached the rest of the band and crew, Justin, with his eyebrows raised, standing nearest to them.

"The monster under your bed," Ricky answered without missing a beat, the stress of the last couple days seemingly replaced by the smartass, manic energy he sometimes displayed.

Chris took a moment to collect himself before throwing his all into the work that needed to be done. That way, he didn't have to think about anything at all.

After their set, Ricky dragged Justin and Ryan away to help him search for alcohol, and Chris went back to the bus. He took a quick shower just to rinse off the worst of the stage sweat, then sat down on one of the bench seats to remove the remnants of his make-up. He had pulled on shorts and a tank, his damp hair clinging to his neck. As soon as the make-up was wiped away, a restless energy curled under his skin. He squeezed past the guys playing video games and got off the bus again, grabbing a cap as he went. He walked around the festival grounds for a bit, enjoying the sunlight on his skin, the noise of the people. The feeling of being alone in a crowd had never been unpleasant for him, but all the same, he found himself looking out for familiar faces. One face in particular. He sighed, cursing under his breath.

He'd known Ricky for years, counted him among his best friends, shared memories both amazing and awful with him, so why did things suddenly feel so perplexing with him? It was like Ricky was a puzzle Chris had solved a million times, but suddenly a piece was missing, and try as he might, he couldn't figure out which piece it was.

Of course, a lot of things had happened in their lives since the end of the pandemic. Career growth and mental health issues, some relationships ending and others never taking off. There had been a lot of turmoil and changes, some better, some worse. It was bound to have some effect on their relationship with each other. Chris just never anticipated that that effect would be chaos.

He was so lost in thought that it took him way too long to realize he'd been recognized and that a trio of girls were approaching him excitedly. He smiled, trying his best to pay attention to what they were saying, their accents making it difficult. He took selfies with them, then signed their Spanish flag, before trying to politely escape their enthusiastic hugs. Finally, he managed to extricate himself, only to look up straight into Ricky's blue eyes. He was standing a dozen paces away, a plastic cup in hand, expression unreadable. Chris gave a relieved sigh and approached him, wondering how the girls had clocked him and missed Ricky, before noticing a smear of lipstick on the guitarist's pale cheek in the exact shade of purple worn by one of the cheerful trio.

"Hey," Chris said when he was close enough. Ricky raised a hand in greeting as he drained his cup and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Beer?" Chris asked, feeling like a dumbass.

"Fuck no," Ricky said, gesturing for Chris to walk with him. "Wine. Good wine, too, considering this is a metal festival and it's served in plastic cups."

"I'll take your word for it," Chris said, watching as his friend got another cup of dark liquid from a table set up under a tent. He'd skipped the line, but it didn't seem to matter, the guy at the table grinning and winking at him. Chris felt something acidic in his chest at Ricky's answering smile.

Oh god, he thought, a sudden wave of dizziness gripping him. He'd accused Ricky of jealousy, and here he was, wanting to rip out another man's eyeballs for looking at his bandmate that way.

"You okay, man?" Ricky asked, "you look a little pale."

"Yeah," Chris tried not to let his epiphany show on his face. "Just need some water."

Ricky nodded, turning back to the wine table and exchanging quick words, a warm smile on his face as the man handed him two bottles of water.

Chris took the bottle Ricky handed him with a quick thanks, downing half of the tepid liquid in one go. They were walking again, the evening starting to cool off enough that Ricky was at least not complaining about the heat. He'd removed the vest he played in, leaving him a Suffer Club shirt, tattooed arms and neck bare, and Chris tried to keep his eyes off the patterns of ink on his friend's pale skin. Porcelain skin, his mind supplied. Decorated and delicate. Fuck. Chris had no idea how to deal with any of the feelings raging like fire inside him.

Ricky was sipping his wine as they walked in surprisingly comfortable silence. He was humming under his breath, a melody Chris couldn't quite place. His lips were red, chapped from being bitten, stained by the wine, moving silently to form the words of whatever song was stuck in his head, and Chris wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt.

As the last drops of wine disappeared past his lips, Ricky finally gave voice to the song he'd been humming, singing the words quietly to himself.

"You say you want me but you know I'm not what you need

But I am"

Chris recognized the song now, Ryan and Vinny played it often. He'd never quite gotten why people considered Sleep Token sexy, until now. Until it was Ricky's quiet voice singing the words, lids lowered, one hand moving through the air to the unheard rhythm. Until Ricky tilted his head toward Chris, the blue of his irises like gasflame, one eyebrow raised, as he sang the next line.

"When you sit there

Acting like you know me

Acting like you only brought me in to get below me"

A shift happened in their friendship, moving the earth below them like the collision of tectonic plates. Chris felt it, the swoop of his stomach as he found himself balancing precariously on the edge of something that could be a peak or a chasm and he wouldn't know until he stepped forward and either found himself on top of the world, or plummeting to the depths.

Ricky had stopped singing.

"Chris," he said now, no longer walking, as if he too felt himself balancing on that invisible precipice. "There's something I need to tell you."

Chris shook his head, saw the expression on Ricky's face, and hurried to explain. "It's too crowded here, can we find a place that's a little quieter? Introvert problems, you know." He added sheepishly.

Ricky nodded, looking relieved, and they started walking again, toward the bus this time. The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the world in gold.

As they neared the bus, they realized they were in luck. Most of the other guys were on their way to go watch that night's headliner, and Chris followed Ricky inside the bus, up to the second deck and the little lounge there. He closed the door as Chris took a seat. The ceiling was low enough that even Ricky had to duck his head while standing, so he also sat down. The bench seat wasn't that big, but Chris noticed he left a careful foot of space between them.

"What did you want to tell me?" Chris asked, removing his cap and running a hand through his hair. After the noise of the festival grounds, the bus felt silent as a grave.

"Don't want to," Ricky said, looking down at his hands. He fiddled with the black hair tie on his wrist. He still had make up on, his eyes startlingly blue against the smudges of black eyeliner. "But I think I need to."

After a few seconds of silence, Chris finally spoke. "I'm listening."

Ricky pinched the hair tie between his thumb and middle finger, pulled back and let go. It snapped against his skin and Chris winced for his sake, even though Ricky didn't seem to feel it.

"I wasn't entirely honest with you the other day." Ricky spoke without looking at Chris. "Firstly, when I said I wasn't having a sexuality crisis... I mean, it's not so much a crisis, as it is just being honest with myself about it, I guess. I don't know what, uhm, label I'm comfortable with, yet. But it's safe to say I'm not straight. So. That's the one thing." He paused there, to take a deep breath, then continued before Chris could even begin to think of what to say. "The second thing is harder to talk about. I don't even know if I should tell you, but there's enough alcohol in my system that I'm going to anyway."

Chris watched him snap the hair tie against his skin again, but as he pulled at it for a third time, Chris reached out a hand to stop him. Ricky froze, eyes on Chris' fingers curled around his. Neither of them moved away, and Ricky started talking again, voice so quiet Chris had to lean closer to catch the words.

"I told you that day that I wasn't jealous. That wasn't true, either. But you had it the wrong way around. I didn't care that they weren't flirting with me." He trailed off with a shake of his head, strands of hair falling over his eyes to rest on his cheeks, slashes of shadow against his white skin.

"I did, though," Chris said quietly. "It's insane to me that anyone wouldn't want you. It makes no sense that other people don't get breathless when you smile at them."

Ricky looked up at Chris, uncertainty written across his beautiful features, his hand trembling where it rested in Chris' grip.

Throwing caution to the wind, Chris leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ricky's. For a second Chris was certain he'd be shoved away, but then Ricky made a small noise in the back of his throat and kissed him back, hands pulling from Chris' to wind around his neck as Ricky moved closer to him.

Chris licked into Ricky's mouth, hands going to his hips to tug him up onto his lap, Ricky's knees on either side of his thighs.

They broke the kiss to gasp in air, and Chris pressed his lips to Ricky's tattooed neck, tracing the inked heart with the tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of him as he moaned and rolled his hips against Chris'.

With herculean effort, Chris pulled back, holding Ricky still so he could think clearly for long enough to speak.

"We both know that there are a million reasons why we shouldn't be doing this."

Ricky nodded, breathing uneven. "I still want to, though. I want you."

"Have you ever done this before? With a guy, I mean."

Ricky shook his head, then asked, "Have you? Are you even into guys in the first place?"

"Yes," Chris said, unable to help the fond giggle he let out. "And yes. Less often than women, but occasionally."

"Oh," Ricky gave a little nod. His hands were clenched together, pressed against the back of Chris' neck, and he could feel them trembling.

"It doesn't have to be now," Chris told him quietly. "If you're not ready."

Ricky seemed to struggle with finding the right words for a second. "It's not like I've never, uhm, read up on it. I'm not entirely clueless. And I'm scared that if it isn't now, it won't be ever. What if we go home and whatever attraction or lust you're feeling right now disappears?"

The last bit was said in an awkward rush, Ricky's cheeks flaming red.

"It won't disappear, I promise. If it were only lust, maybe, but Rick... I am very much in love with you. Have been for a long time, if I'm really honest. And I probably will continue to be in love with you for the foreseeable future, regardless of which country we're in."

Ricky's eyes were wide, searching for the lie or mockery on Chris' face, and finding only sincerity, he leaned in to kiss him again.

After an endless moment, he pulled away just enough to speak, his lips still brushing over Chris' in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

"I'm in love with you, too."

The piece Chris had felt like he was missing seemed to lock into place at Ricky's words, a puzzle solved, a heart made whole.

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[thelostboylonelyworld]

👗 What is your muse’s fashion sense like? Are they able to dress the way they want to? What would they wear in an ideal world?

He does have a great sense of what fits him well, although he always prefer to keep things discreet yet attractive with minimalistic yet elegant clothing ( ex: a plain shirt that marks all the rightplaces or a subtle highlight of defined collarbones, however loose enough to let imagination wonder) mostly he tries to blends in with his surroundings and at the same time try to not call attention, his clothes have a great role to him in survival. Most of the times Caim usually wear jeans, leather jackets or long coats, white or black shirts, not only because is a look he likes but because gives him a more bad boy agressive appearance - a calculated attempt to people don't get too close. Anyway he barely gets out of the library to people notice him.

When he is not having to look like badboyish he usually enjoys wools embroidered sweaters, baggy stylish or more casual t-shirts - he have one with a drawning of " Le Petit Prince" he wears only when out of people sights(aka when he goes to sleep) and sweatpants. And he is able of rocking all of them. Lol

If he had the possibility of never having to constantly dress in surviving mood he would like to experience other styles.

In an ideal world he would like a rock minimalist look with funny pun t-shirts and tank tops, or mix it with more casual romantic outfits. Wear happily hightop chucks as much as boots. But more than anything, the ideal world in fashion for him is not having to fear his clothes will mirror his vulnerable and romantic facets as much as his edgy badboyish one, regardless of style labels.

//This ask was sent by @thevampireforthesetimes, but my tumblr went crazy and didn't appear them when I went to reply. Thank you so much for the ask!🤓❤

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[fanofmischiefmakers]

James being confused🤫

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#aaaaaaaaaaaaaa #it's my first attempt and i won't hear anything against Lily's short hair #also james being confused of muggle things #no i didn't drawn pun on their t-shirt #you are just imagining that #and desi james #its a bit childish but ok #real tags now #james Potter #lily Evans Potter #lily evans #lily potter #james potter fanart #lily evans fanart #jily #jily fanart #harry potter #harry Potter series #harry potter fanart #marauders #my art #mine

[intertwinedtears]

## 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ! — k. tetsurou

18+ mdni or i’ll break ur kneecaps

kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

tags: kuroo pussy eating champ, fanon kuroo, slight dubcon, oral (fem receiving)

wc: 1.8k

summary: you arrive a little too early to kuroo's birthday party and he keeps you busy while you wait for the others to arrive.

a/n: i s2g if this doesn't show up in the tags...

you mutter a curse as you check your phone for the time again. you're nearly an hour early to kuroo's birthday celebration and from the faint stinging you feel on the back of your head, you could tell that his neighbors were giving you weird looks for loitering around the entrance of his apartment.

before you could decide between knocking on his door and leaving to go grab a cup of coffee, the door to his apartment swings open and kuroo greets you with his signature smirk.

"hey, you're early," he comments, gesturing for you to come inside.

you duck your head down as you enter, willing your cheeks to not betray you as you feel his warm presence hovering above you while you take off your shoes. you had opted for a skirt today, hoping it'd catch kuroo's attention even if it was just for a little bit.

"i didn't think that there'd be little to no traffic while i was on the way here," you explain to him, ignoring the blatant approval in his eyes as he looks you up and down. you do the same to him, subtly giving him a once over as you slide your gaze from his face down to his body. even in an oversized baggy t-shirt with a bad pun on it, he was still irresistibly hot.

your gaze must have lingered too long on his thighs because kuroo notices and taps your nose with his finger, effectively turning your attention back to his face.

"eyes up here," he grins at you before sauntering away. presumably into his kitchen as he leaves you wide-eyed and your face warm from embarrassment.

you give yourself a soft smack on the forehead, dispersing all kinds of unwanted thoughts about your hot friend.

you've been friends with him since high school but only joined his circle of close friends after you both entered the same course in university. his flirtatious attitude kept you on your toes and you vowed to never fall for his charms since you both valued the friendship you had built up over the years.

but dear god was he making it hard for you to stop thinking of him that way.

each time you see him, he seems to have gotten bolder with his physical affections. from lingering touches to cuddling you in front of everyone during movie nights, your brain was beginning to turn into mush from being unable to keep up with him.

yet at the end of the day, the line drawn between the two of you remains clear.

"you look nice today," kuroo tells you as he hands you a mug of warm water. "if you're cold you can chill in my room, my blanket's pretty warm."

you accept the mug from him, taking a small sip before smirking at him. "is this your way of getting me into your bed?" you tease.

kuroo's laughter echoes loudly in his living room as he crosses his arms over his chest, "is it working?" he asks lowly.

the seductive undercurrent in his tone sends a shiver down your spine as you avert your eyes from his steady gaze.

"it's not, i'd rather freeze to death out here," you reply snarkily as you take a seat on the couch.

the man snorts in disbelief, shaking his head as if to say 'your loss'.

you were used to it. these kinds of sexually-charged back and forth conversations. somehow it just became a key factor in the friendship you had with him.

kuroo disappears for a moment and comes back with his arms full. before you can tell him you didn't need it, kuroo throws his comforter blanket over your head, shutting you up instantly.

poking your head out from under the blanket, you shoot a half-hearted glare at kuroo. his smile prevents you from getting too angry at him and your expression soon fades to mirror his as he takes up the spot next to you.

momentary silence fills the air until you decide to disrupt it.

"by the way... happy birthday, i forgot to say it earlier when you opened the door."

"and here i was thinking you had forgotten my birthday," kuroo says as he pouts, faking a hurt expression.

you punch his arm in response, giggling as he fell over dramatically.

"so did you get me a gift?" kuroo asks, quickly changing the subject as he scoots closer to you.

you nod your head, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"it's nothing too much, it's in my bag right now but i'll give it to you later," you answer.

your answer doesn't seem to satisfy the birthday boy as he narrows his eyes at you, impatience written all over his face.

"not now, no sneak peeks either," you warn, predicting kuroo's train of thoughts.

the man sulks and clicks his tongue, "you know me too well."

"i know," you laugh.

another silence falls over the room, except this time, kuroo is gazing directly into your eyes and you find yourself staring back. your eyes flick down to his lips the same time his tongue peeks out to wet them. you bite down on your bottom lip, suppressing the whine that threatens to fall from your mouth.

"there's something i want for my birthday this year," kuroo begins quietly, his hand sneakily sliding under the blanket to find the hems of your skirt. his fingertips dance along the length of your thigh as he smirks at you. "can you give it to me?"

you blink a few times, not quite believing what was happening. you had never come this far with kuroo before and you're not so sure of what to do.

"please, hm?" kuroo hums as he leans forward, his lips mere inches from yours and his hand gripping your thigh tightly under the blanket.

a quiet moan slips out from you as his hand travels up your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to your sensitive area. your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as you feel his fingers dip into the crevice between your thighs.

you part your legs further, earning you an appreciative hum from kuroo as he starts rubbing slow circles over your clit.

you suck in a deep breath when you feel his fingers glide down, over the wetness before it moves back up and dives under the fabric of your underwear.

"you've wanted this for a long time haven't you?" he laughs darkly, tracing your puffy lower lips with tantalizingly slow strokes.

kuroo was so close you could feel his breaths against your neck, the short puffs of air tickling your increasingly sensitive skin.

kuroo mumbles something you don't catch because his skillful fingers have already found their way into your sopping wet hole, sliding and prodding until he found the exact spot which would elicit the loudest moan from you.

your entire body feels like it's on fire as kuroo continues to have his way with your pussy, the elastic band of your underwear digging painfully into your hips as he bends his wrist too far.

your hands eventually find the hems of his t-shirt, gripping onto its corner tightly as he continued to taunt you with his words and his fingers.

"please!" a high-pitched whine escapes from your lips as you search kuroo's face for an inkling of mercy.

his grey eyes only sparkle in delight and you feel him retract his hand, causing you to reach out and grab his wrist, giving him a look that could only mean that you had wanted more from him.

"relax, if you're going to come you should do it on my tongue," kuroo says as he removes the blankets covering your lower half with a hard tug.

you cover your face in embarrassment as kuroo hooks his hands under your knees and maneuvers you into a comfortable position, perfect for him to just stick his head under your skirt and get to work.

you catch sight of the massive bulge straining in his pants and you almost felt bad if not for the sudden swipe of his tongue against your clothed folds as kuroo ducks down and pulls your underwear aside.

"these are in the way," he comments as he pulls them off, slyly slipping it into his pocket thinking you wouldn't notice.

"you better give me that back later."

"only if you behave," kuroo replies nonchalantly, ignoring the rolling of your eyes as he slips his head under your skirt.

you cry out his name as you feel his tongue flatten against your core, lapping like a man starved. his hands run along your thighs, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he dips further, his spiky hair disappearing under your skirt as you feel him push a finger into your hole.

your moans continue to sound out uncontrollably as the lewd sound of kuroo playing with your pussy continues to echo throughout his living room.

"s-stop," you whine, pushing his head away weakly. "i wanna come with you." you admit quietly, your cheeks ablaze as you briefly meet kuroo’s sharp gaze.

you surprise yourself with the bold words uttered, blaming it on kuroo and the rosy haze that seemed to cloud your vision as your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he dove back in, huffing a short laugh against your pussy.

he doubles his efforts, fingers working in and out of you relentlessly as he licks up your juices and bullies your clit by sucking on it despite your repeated cries for him to stop.

"i'm coming!" you wail, "k- tetsurou!" your eyes squeeze shut as you tip over the edge, thighs shaking as your insides clench around the wet muscle, greedily lapping away.

you barely registered that you had called him by his first name, your brain already turning into mush from the intense pleasure.

"thank you for the birthday gift," kuroo drawls lazily as he emerges from under your skirt. his mouth and chin shiny with spit and your essence which he makes a show out of by wiping it away with the back of his hand and bringing back up for his tongue to lave over.

"you're welcome..." you manage to get out. peering through your eyelashes, you watch as kuroo gets up and walks away, only to hear the sound of the tap being turned on moments later.

'what have i done?' you think to yourself morosely, embarrassment pooling in the pits of your stomach.

"give me back my underwear," you stare at kuroo's pocket as he walks past you.

"hmm, maybe later?" he winks at you cheekily, quickly stepping away before you could shoot a leg out to kick him.

before you can get up, the doorbell rings and you hear the voices of your dear friends from behind the door, yelling for kuroo to open it.

'oh no.'

your face pales as you scramble to hide yourself and the dark stains on his sofa with kuroo's blanket, schooling your features into one of neutrality as kuroo snickers at you, leaving you alone as he answers the door.

"sorry we're late!" you hear bokuto say loudly from outside, "you must be hungry!"

you drop your head into your hands as you hear kuroo's reply.

"not really, i just had a wonderful meal." he answers smoothly.

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