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corrodedcoffincumslut · 2 years ago

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❤️🖤Pairing - Eddie Munson! x Plus-sized Fem!Reader

🖤❤️Porn with some plot - You dress up as Eddie’s fantasy cheerleader for Halloween at The Hideout. Eddie metaphorically dies when he sees his girlfriend dressed up & fucks her cock drunk. No use of Y/N.

❤️🖤Author's Note - Reader is referred to with pet names & named “Bunnie”. Reader is described as a curvaceous, plus-sized alt beauty. Big tits, small waist & large hips, absolute perfection in my opinion. Had to add in Eddie with a cock piercing & reader with nipple piercings, sorry It’s self indulgent I know! Big loves to @bexreadstoomuch for her help editing this one and inspiring me to write some smut. 😘

🖤❤️Please comment & reblog if you enjoyed my work. I’m working on maybe this being a mini-series of Eddie & Bunnie. Let me know if you would like to read more of my smutty ramblings!

❤️🖤Please DO NOT SHARE my work on other platforms without my permission!

🖤❤️Warnings- SMUT! Pure unadulterated smut! Over 18’s + ONLY - Under 18’s Do Not Interact!!! Plus-sized reader, Graphic descriptions of sex, PIV raw (M & F), Oral sex (M & F), Semi-public sex, Daddy! kink, Dom! Eddie, Switch! reader, Breeding kink, Overstimulation kink, Cheerleader kink, Younger Pervy Eddie, Cock piercing Eddie, Nipples pierced reader, Dirty talk, Mentions of marriage, Cream-pie, Cum-eating, Multiple orgasms, Squirting, Plus-size reader has feelings of insecurity about her body (Eddie puts this right, don’t worry! He loves a thicc babe!) Eddie is soft & fluffy bf at parts. Mentions of alcohol & weed usage.

❤️🖤Word Count- 6.6k

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Eddie always had a thing for cheerleaders. The sinfully short skirts, the pretty bows in their pigtails swinging as they danced in formation, the playful pom-poms, long thigh high socks that went all the way up, basically school-safe stockings. He never mentioned it but you could tell just by the glint in his eyes whenever the topic came up when you reminisced about your school days, especially since his high school crush was captain of the cheer squad.

Before you, Eddie was just like any other sexually frustrated teenage boy. Looking from beneath the bleaches, for a upskirt view of the tight skin hugging shorts and if he was lucky the outline of what lay beneath his pristine, perfect, princess girl’s pussy, wishing she’d forgone the shorts knowing he’d be lurking under there, all under the disguise of a good place to catch a smoke break and escape the Jason and his goons.

Now years later sat with the guys buzzing around a table in The Hideout in the post-gig afterglow, the conversation topic turning back to their shared school days. Eddie admits his previous crush on Chrissy and the other cheerleaders. You on the other hand were the complete opposite of his high school crush. Short in stature with curves in all the right places, big doughy thighs (that Eddie loved to squash his big hands into), a high plump ass (all the better for spanking in Eddie’s mind), wide hips (perfect to hold onto whilst he rutted into your soaking core), slim waist (he’d always loved Jessica rabbit), heaving tits (need I say more) that overspilled every bra you bought. Not exactly built for the cheer squad pyramid. Causing your mind to flood with insecurities.

Your mind overwhelmed, opened back to your old demons. The ones you’d thought were dead and buried after leaving your school years behind. Your body was different, not hideous. You didn’t hate it by any means, but it was definitely bigger than the slender slips of skirt your boyfriend had spent years pining over. Trying to woo and failing before finding you one night in the Hideout, drunkenly headbanging to Megadeth, Anthrax, crushing the air guitar solo in Slayer’s “Raining blood” (your favourite). You were wearing your favourite criminally short denim cut-offs that hugged your ass, fishnet tights adorned with the obligatory holes torn in the pattern and your brown tasselled cowboy boots. Topped off with your favourite Def Leppard muscle vest cropped to show your soft belly and navel piercing. A heavenly vision straight from Whitesnake video as far as Eddie was concerned.

Eddie instantly fell in love. The swing of your hips to the flick of your hair, as you grinded and swayed when the Jukebox switched to Van Halen’s “Panama” caused his cock to twitch in his pants, stiffening and straining more against the zipper more as you danced to the beat of the music. Wandering hands following the lines of your own curves, fingers dancing, cupping your voluptuous chest, up your neck and through your tousled, wild hair. Eddie’s eyes just about fell out of his head, when you locked eyes across the distance, you beckoned him over, with the curl of your finger and the biting of your bottom cherry red lip, as you’d noticed him watching from across the dingy, dimly lit bar. All this leading to you two becoming inseparable since. Nonetheless you let the doubts crawl into your subconscious. Were you what he really wanted? That he dreamt of, the perfect girl, his perfect cheerleader, his Chrissy.

You swallowed down the remainder of your beer and continued to laugh and giggle with the rest of the guys and their girls, pretending you were unphased by Eddie’s confession. An hour or so had passed, as had Gareth found himself a nondescript college girl from the next town over and Jeff left with his girlfriend, Sarah. Kevin, unfortunately, is still unlucky in love with the girls and gets a lift home with Jeff, leaving you alone with Eddie at the bar.

You chewed at your cheeks as you glanced up at Eddie, him ushering over Randy, the Hideout’s owner. “Two more buds for me and Bunnie please, Rand!” Eddie shouted across the width of the busy bar. Smiling, he glanced down at your distracted expression, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Everything okay there, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered in your ear, lips brushing the edge. Nodding you smiled, staring into his doe eyes, melting your sadness away momentarily. “You sure?” He questioned again, not believing you, seeing the sorrow in your round ocean blue eyes. “Am I enough for you Eddie?” you whimpered, only just above a whisper, the beer making your secret inner self-deprecating thoughts spill from your mouth. “What?!” Eddie gawked back, spinning quickly to face you, stunned.

“You said you liked the cheerleaders back in school Eds, said you pined over them. Perving on them at break in the canteen. Hangin’ around the school field after class to watch them rehearse, said it drove you wild, Said she drove you WILD…I know you said you are over her, and she’s married, a mum of two and living her own life now, but I’m no cheerleader baby. Far from it, look at me! I’m a metal chick, I don’t wear those pretty ribbon bows and I don’t know the chants, I’d be on my ass in the dirt if I tried the dancing and the pyramid and tumbles and that stuff…sure I can blast a beat on the air guitar, kick a guy in the dick for being too handsy on the dancefloor and sink a beer quicker than most but I’m not the embodiment of school spirit like you wanted!” you ranted, off on a tangent stuck inside your own insecure thoughts, stepping back you pointed to your own body, almost shamefully at your curves “is THIS what you WANT?” Biting your lips trying to fight back the big, wet tears that threaten to spill over your lower lashes.

Eddie was dumbfounded at the words falling from your lips. He thought you knew how he felt, how he felt about you? Maybe he got swept up with the boys earlier, forgetting you might get a little jealous or insecure about his past endeavours. You’d never reacted like this before when you had spoken about the past, you took as many lovers as he had, if not more, you were a sexually liberated woman and loved your freedom before you settled down together.

“Sweetheart, why would you ever think that? I’d choose you over a thousand Chrissy’s” he said as he placed his large hands on the sides of your jaw, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks, kissing your pink bitten lips. “I’ve only ever loved you Princess, sure I thought me and Chrissy we meant to be…But I was 17, and stupid, thinking with just my dick. You make me think with my heart and my dick! Baby…” Eddie sighed. “Bunnie you’re everything to me, you’re all I want and could ever want. I love you and only YOU” He smiled, placing another hasty kiss on your lips. “And for the record I think you’d make a smoking hot cheerleader. I swear to our saviour Lemmy, if I ever see you in a cheer uniform I’ll lose my shit, hey I’m pretty sure I’d wife you right there!” he smirked and half joking. Swallowing your woeful thoughts again, you smiled, glanced back into his big brown orbs. Losing yourself there in those muddy wells, so in love. Noted, you thought.

Fast forward to where you are now. Halloween was next month and you were searching for a costume to wear to the annual Hideout’s Halloween metal fest gig. Corroded Coffin were on the bill, as well as some other local metal bands. When the thought popped back into your brain. The perfect costume. You called Robin to see if Vickie could help with her sewing skills and enrolled Nancy on costume design. All agreeing, the pieces falling into place perfectly.

The night before the gig, Robin called yours and Eddie’s apartment leaving the message on the voicemail “Hey Bunnie, it’s ready”. Eddie’s puzzled face rounded the corner of the kitchen island as the message played. “What's that about Sweetheart?” he asked, confused by the secret simplicity of the message. Smiling, you answered “just girl stuff Ed’s, don’t worry about it. But I’ve gotta nip out quick Eds, I’ll be back soon” turning to grab your car keys you kissed him on the lips and dashed out the door to Robin’s.

Facing the floor length mirror, it was even more perfect than you’d imagined. Every detail was impeccable, the red stitching over the black fabric. Contrasting deep black with crimson red and bright white. Eddie was gonna flip his lid and shoot his load, when he saw you.

The black skirt, trimmed with a crimson stripe running parallel to the hem, skimming the tops of your plush thighs, a pair of sinfully small tight black shorts covering your modesty. The top was a crisp white with black and scarlet ribbon sewn in line to the neckline in a deep V, exposing a criminal amount of cleavage. And front and centre Eddie’s design, the Hellfire Club logo. The devil face, encrusted with shining red crystals, horns in black gems and eyes of bright yellow sparkles.

“Vickie!” you exclaimed, “it’s incredible!” pulling her into a bone crushing hug. “Eddie’s gonna cum in his pants when he sees this, I bet we don't even make it through the show!”you joked. Laughing she rubbed the back of her neck shyly, always unable to accept the compliment. “You’re so talented, I can’t thank you enough, it's amazing. I owe you big time!! Beers are on me for like the next 6 months I swear. Robin you never said she was this good, like this is another level, she should be working in the theatre making this stuff!” Robin smiled, kissing Vickie’s cheek agreeing with your gushing words of praise. “I tell her all the time she’s too talented to be working for some stiff in a suit but she never listens to me” Robin replied.

Changing back into your jeans and tshirt you folded your new uniform into your tote. After landing big sweet friendly kisses on both Robin and Vickie’s cheeks you left Robin’s and set off back home to an unbeknownst Eddie. As soon as you hit home, you ran past the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, hiding your costume amongst your usual assortment of band shirts in the closet away from Eddie’s prying eyes.

A week later, the day had arrived, Eddie had to set off early to the event with the rest of the boys, helping set up the stage and equipment ready for the party to start. Eddie had dressed as his go to as always every halloween, one the lost boys. A black cotton loose shirt, closed by a small amount of buttons, open to reveal his lean muscular chest and tattoos, two chains dangling round his thick neck, tight leather trousers, that made his ass & thighs look so good you wanted to bite ‘em, the closure of which was leather thong string tied in a bow. (One pull and all his deliciousness would be revealed you thought.) Hair loose, tangled in curls and down as always. Eyes smoked out with black liner, defining the chocolate orbs you loved so much. Finished to perfection with two white fangs on his canines. Simply insatiable you thought, as you caught a glimpse as he popped the teeth in the bathroom mirror while you showered. He knew you loved him like this, always trying to tease you, every halloween.

He popped his head through the shower door, trying his best not to get wet under the spray, “I’m off Sweetheart, I’ll meet you there. I can’t wait to see your costume, I can’t believe you're being so mean and won’t let me see it beforehand. We always share costumes before we go” he chided with a fake frown. “Patience is a blessing Ed’s, believe me you'll need it” you sweetly sang back, landing a soft kiss to his awaiting lips. Before stepping back under the water spray, water running between your heavy soapy tits, left hand pinching your pierced nipples and right hand leading your fingers into the neat sprinkling of hair that covered the front of your mound.

“Jesus, Bunnie. You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear. I’m popping a boner already, I’m gonna be cradling this all night now, you just wait till I get you back here later” Eyes closed, he tilted his head back, biting his lip, thoughts swimming of images of you entwined together later. “...Love you Princess, be good” he playfully warned leaving the bathroom. “Bye Ed’s, love you Handsome” you giggled hearing him pick up his van keys, stuffing them into his leather jacket pocket, guitar case and amp from the living room. Hearing the door slam shut, your plan could be set into action. Finishing your shower, you quickly dried off and started your transformation.

Swiping the shiny cherry red across your lips, you kiss pouted into the mirror, placing the lipstick in your bag for touch ups later. Giving your pigtails one last adjustment tug to your head and pulling the ribbons tight into the bows towards your scalp. You stepped back and gave your costume another once over. Eddie really was going to lose it. Paired with a pair of white socks, black stripes at the top and blank white tennis shoes. He was sure going to be gonner the moment he laid eyes on you. He was right, you did make a smoking hot cheerleader, even if you didn’t have the school spirit, more inclined to have the alcoholic spirit you’d hidden in your hip flask. Hearing the taxi’s horn you dashed out the door, and down the stairs to meet your love.

The gravel crunched under your bright white new tennis shoes as you crossed the Hideout’s car park towards the entrance, Gruff Harold the usual bouncer smiled upon seeing your gleaming face. “Christ Bunnie '' he gulped as you gave a little curtsy, (guessing the costume was working its magic already you thought to yourself). “Free entry for fallen angels tonight” he winked, stepping aside allowing you entry, knowing you were there with eyes only for Eddie.

Inside the bar was full of familiar and new faces, all ages out enjoying the buzz of live music and the promise of cheap booze, shredding guitars and heavy drum beats. You recognised the band currently playing, another few local guys. “Occult Offerings” meaning Corroded Coffin were up next, and Eddie would be backstage still prepping with the guys, psyching himself up.

Heading to the bar you ordered yourself a beer and whiskey chaser for courage and another beer for Eddie, knowing he’d need it mid-set. Gulping down the first sip and downing your shot, your eyes scanned the packed space for your friends. Steve’s hand flew into the air to get your attention, along with little’s faces flying into view near the front of the make-shift stage. Dustin excitedly bounced on his heels to the quicken drum beat.

Squeezing through the crowd to join them, you greeted Steve and Nancy both with a hug, it was rare to see them both out after they’d had kids, Mrs Wheeler on babysitting duty with Holly in tow. Steve was dressed as a werewolf, furry ears nestled in his quaffed hair and claws on the ends of his fingers, torn chequered shirt and jeans. Nancy was a naughty nurse, a fitted cotton dress and a cap perched in her permed curls. “Bunnie, you look incredible! Hey if you weren’t Eddie’s girl I’m pretty sure you’d have a queue of fellas buying tickets to the prep rally” Steve pawned at you, earning a nudge from Nancy, “Steve!” She eyerolled. “They’re all animals, honestly” she giggled at you “But honestly Bunnie, you look great, God help Eddie when you finally see him”.

You spotted Robin and Vickie coming back from the toilets over Nancy’s shoulder, smudged lipstick over their mouths. “No guessing what they’d been up to in the toilets then” you smirked to Nancy as they stumbled over, still kissing every few steps. Robin dressed as Elvis, a beautifully rhinestoned catsuit presumably made by the same talented hands as your costume, Vickie as a cat, with now smudged whiskers drawn over her cheeks.

Each little had their own costume too. Will was his wizard character you’d recognised from Eddie’s campaigns, Mike and El were a couple costume of Lydia and Beetlejuice, Lucas wore his old basketball kit, fake slit throat, kit shredded and covered in blood splatter. Max was a zombie in a torn shirt and her jeans, face covered in latex, scabbed up, dripping in fake blood, never to be out done by her boyfriend. Dustin’s costume was less extreme, dressed as Dr. Emmet Brown from Back to the future. Clever and cute as always. Jonathan and Argyle were nowhere to be seen, presumably high in the carpark, hot boxing Argyle’s van once more you thought.

You chatted and cheered for Occult Offerings as they finished their last song. Randy came on the stage, clapping enticing another loud cheer from the audience “Give it up for Occult Offerings people!” He shouted into the mic. “Up next, and a firm favourite here at The Hideout, Corroded Coffin!” stepping to the side and letting the boys take their places on the stage for the bands change over. You placed Ed’s beer by his usual mic stand and quickly disappeared back into the crowd to keep your costume a surprise a little longer.

Ten minutes passed and you’d chased another whiskey at the bar and were well into sinking another beer, when you finally saw Eddie stepping up to the mic ready to start. Nodding to the other member he spoke into the mic, “Hi, we’re Corroded Coffin” before starting to play the beginnings of Judas Preists, Painkiller. Announcing the title and diving straight into the song. You loved watching him play, completely losing himself to the music, head thrown back, fingers teasing over the frets, strong wrists strumming the strings, truly living his rockstar fantasy. It always made fire start in your core, instantly as his fingers teased the strings.

You snaked your way back to the front of the crowd in front of the stage, when his eyes found you in the crowd still approaching, he miss-placed a note. Causing the other members to look up and over to him, finding his love drunk expression fixed on you. “Hey Baby” you mouthed smiling back with a small wave. Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes drank you up, all of you, jaw slack mid solo, the rest of the audience disappearing into the ethos as he saw only you. You danced and Eddie watched in awe, tits bouncing, head banging, pigtails swishing with the motion. Luckily his sweetheart was good at hiding his growing bulge at the front of the tight leather pants, which would have been hard to disguise without the guitar covering. Your movements took him straight back to the moment he first laid eyes on you, but even more beautiful than he remembered.

The show went on for another twenty or so minutes before Eddie announced this to be the last song. “This song goes out to my pretty, number one, cheerleader” Eddie shouted into the mic, locking eyes you grinned. Doe eyes now looking through your long lashes to catch his wink in your direction, “I Surrender” by Rainbow. Singing every word to you, staring into your eyes the whole song and meaning every word. You held your hands in a heart shape blowing a kiss, and he pretended to catch it and kiss his knuckles between the lyrics. He was a goner and you knew it, completely at your mercy. As the song finished he jumped down from the stage pulling you straight into his arms.

“Fuuucccckkkk Bunnie” he growled in your ear. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Guess you like it then Ed’s” you kissed his lips. “Do I like it?” Taking your hand he rubbed your hand over his rock hard cock against his leather clad crotch. Another kiss. “Tell me Princess, do you think I like it?” And again, a kiss. You swallowed a tantalisingly sweet giggle at his needs. “C’mon Ed’s I’ll get you another beer, you look a little…. thirsty” you teased as you turned, taking his hand to walk through the crowd towards the bar. “No” was all the reply to you. “Van. Now.” Dragging you in the opposite direction towards the door. Leaving your friends laughing behind, you shrugged allowing him to lead you backstage. “Look guys, can you grab sweetheart for me, I’m, errr, we’ve gotta, I..I” Eddie stuttered to the three still on stage wrapping up their equipment. “Just go” Gareth rolled his eyes, “you'll be useless to us right now anyway” he laughed knowing the effect your costume was having on not just Eddie, but most of the male population in the packed out bar. Eddie nodded in appreciation, busting through the back door into the cold air outside of the car park by his Van. “Keys” he grumbled to himself, turned on his heels and ran back inside, leaving you alone outside.

Reaching into your bag to pull a cigarette out and lit the end with the trusty silver zippo, Eddie had gifted you on your last birthday. Inhaling the smooth smoke, you blew it back out into the inky sky. Before you could take another puff, Eddie snatched it from your lips, taking a huge toke on the burning stick, before dropping it to gravel, and on to your mouth in one swift move. Causing you to stumble back on the brick wall of the building. Towering over you, wolfish grin across his teeth. Fangs now tucked in his pocket, (you didn’t need another reason to make you choke).

“Bunnie, I’m sorry. I just need you…I NEED YOU NOW” he gasped between haste kisses, sloppy, all teeth clattering and lips missing their mark. You moaned into his mouth through another heated kiss as you felt his thick calloused fingers travel up your thighs, round your plump hips and onto your chubby ass cheeks, staying in place with a firm squeeze to the fat there. Nudging his thigh between your thighs, pushing his knee up to your now soaking core. Causing you to grind your clothed aching heat on his firm lean thigh in response. “All this for me, Bunnie… Fuck” he leaned back for another look at your unholy appearance.

“You must have been made for me Bunnie, Christ. Look at you. Look what you do to me, I’m a feral animal for you. There I was playing all with my best friends, doing what I love most and all I could think of was every way I could ruin you… and thats what I’m going to do…I’m going to fucking ruin you” Eddie whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. Kissing down your neck to find your sweet spot, behind your ear, down over your collar bones, his hands working your shirt up over your chest to expose your heavy tits to the crisp night air. Pulling your breast from the bra cup, he placed his lips straight on your peaking nipple. Sliding his tongue over the cool metal bars and softly sucking. An uncontrollable loud moan fell from your lips. “Eddieeeeee'' you whined.

Eddie fingers found the font of your tiny shorts and tore them down your thick thighs to your knees, tangled up on your socks. Rubbing his fingers through your tidy sparse hair and between your wet folds. Your hands flew instantly into his messy head of curls, nails biting into his scalp. Inviting a guttural groan from Eddie. Still suckling at your now hard bullet like nipples he kept sliding his fingers back and forth through your slick, gathering it and pressing his rough fingertips up to your swollen bud, lightly tapping and flicking your clit. “Eddie, someone could see” you gasped, not that you really cared. “Yeah they could”, he replied. Pretty matter of fact and nonchalant, without batting an eyelid, continuing his minstrokes, continuing with the assault on your body. Thus causing the white heat to begin to build, panting moans a song of pleasure into the autumn breeze. “Eddie we can’t...our friends are inside…the kids are all here…Dustin came back from college to see you” you choked out between moans pushing your hands into Eddie’s chest, “Sure we can Princess” was all the answer you got back.

Eddie’s fingers still exploiting your overly sensitive centre, “I’m so close, Baby. Gonna cum” you panted into Eddie’s mouth through rough open mouthed kisses. Tongues in a hot wet battle between connected lips. “Good girl” he beamed. Feeling the pleasure intensifying with every pass of Eddie’s touch of your drenched heat, the blinding pleasure gushed from your core, covering Eddie’s nibble fingers in your juices. Eddie held his fingers up to his mouth and tasted your sticky slick humming in elated glee. “Sweetheart, you taste even sweeter than usual in this outfit” he purred, diving his fingers back to your pussy to collect the nectar and back to your open mouth. He pushed the tips in your inviting mouth and grinned as you sucked the taste from his fingers, your flat tongue allowing him to push them further back in your wanting mouth, before swirling them round and hollowing your cheeks, letting them go with the loud pop.

“I need another taste, ‘tis like honey straight from the source”. Kneeling to the floor he pushed your skirt up round your waist and pushed his head under. Pushing his nose into your mound of curls and taking a deep inhale of your natural scent. “You smell like heaven Bunnie” he muttered, before pulling your panties off your ankles and hiking your leg over his shoulder, opening your pussy to his with his nudging nose and zeroing in on your clit. Looking down you met his chocolate orbs swallowed by huge black pupils, full of lust staring back into your own icy blue ones.

Digging deeper into your wet folds, his tongue going forward into your entrance, rapidly tongue fucking your pussy. Your body rippled with pleasure, the familiar coil beginning to tighten once again, more intense and quicker since he’d already beckoned one from you. As Eddie pursued his assault on your cunt, high pitched louder moans creeping from your throat with every slurp and teasing suck on your inner lips and walls. Plunging two fingers into your hole he concentrated his attention back to your tingling clit. “Edddiiiieee” you cried out “Gonna cum again”, mouth fixed in a permanent O shape. Throbbing with desire, Eddie sucked hard on the bud, pulling a booming cry from your throat. Feeling your walls tighten, Eddie upped the pace of his fingers and licked and sucked unmercifully, until the pressure in your stomach became too much and the coil snapped.

Your vision going white, eyes dancing in sparkles and your body convulsing in ecstasy, you came hard, coating your inner thighs and soaking Eddie’s face. You didn’t care that your back was all scratched from the roughness of the brick wall, your head an empty space, your only thought was Eddie. Cum drunk and coming down from your high you floated back into yourself.

Eddie’s lips crash back on yours, his chin wet with your cum, you taste your sweetness on his tongue rapidly into your luscious mouth. Not wasting a second you pushed Eddie back, spinning him, now you caging him against the bricks. “My turn big boy” you purred into Eddie’s plush, pink, wet lips.

Pulling the ends leather thong, easily undoing the fastening of Eddie’s trousers. Eddie’s bulge poking through the gapping front. Diving your soft hands under the comfortable chequered fabric of Eddie’s boxers and onto his big, girthy cock. Encasing your hand round Eddie’s throbbing member you began to move your hand up and down, along the length, fingertips tickling the tip and ball ring that sat through the end, which caused Eddie to take a sharp intake of breath between his teeth. “Fuck sweetheart” Eddie groaned and you smiled prettily, now kissing down the length of his chest. Pulling out his cock, pushing his plaid boxers under his heavy balls, you fell down onto your knees, sharp gravel and stones digging into your knees (something you might later regret, only a second thought for now!) Only burning hot lust clouding your mind instead of your grazed sore knees.

You licked a fat flat lick from the base of his cock right to the top, encircling the flushed rosy head, flicking the piercing with your tongue lightly, enclosing it with your lips before releasing him and licking back down to his balls. Taking them in your mouth and tasting Eddie’s natural aroma. “Bunnie, you must be a some kinda succubus, cause you’re fucking killing me here” Eddie choked out. Taking his full length in your mouth and hands, you felt his hands settle round your pigtails. Humming in approval you sucked up and down his sizable pulsating cock, the vibrations creating more moans and groans in approval from Eddie. Hollowing your cheeks and opening your throat, to increase the pressure on every pass, the metal grazing your closing throat. Eddie threw his head back in rapture as he chased his orgasm.

Spit dripping from either side of your red lips and dribbling down your wet chin with every bob of your head, as Eddie began you fuck your throat. Eddie’s thrusts quickly became sporadic and erratic.“Fuccccckk” Eddie came hard with a loud groan, white spurts landing in your throat, you hummed with delight, swallowing down his cum in one gulp. Sticking your tongue out playfully, showing your empty mouth, you giggled as Eddie’s dick kicked up again in arousal. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, smudging what was left of your red lipstick across your sweaty glistening face. Eddie pulled you back up to stand.

“Van. NOW.” Knees now blooded with cuts from the uneven rocky ground and pants left behind on the ground. You were hastily pulled over to the van’s back doors, tripping over your feet as you stumbled trailing behind Eddie. Eddie unlocked the doors, impatiently fumbling with his keys in the lock, once unlocked he ripped them open. “Bend over” Eddie’s voice, velvety with lust, rough hands pushed you down onto the cold metal of the van’s back step. Catching your supple stomach as you fell forward with his huge, splayed ringed hands.

Kicking your legs apart he teased his stiffened hard cock through your soaking folds, enticing another soft moan from you. Before plunging into you, inch by agonisingly blissful inch into your awaiting, inviting hole. Holding your hips in place with a bruising grip. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust to the stretch, enticing a nod from you to continue, before thrusting into your creamy wet cunt, at a merciless pace. Eddie’s cock hitting your g-spot on every thrust, the fire began to rapidly engulf your senses again, ripping through in your muscles.

“You gonna cum again, Baby?” Eddie cooed. “Hhmmmm” you hummed, losing yourself in his lustful gaze. “Yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock, I wanna feel you let go, wanna watch you come undone for Daddy” Eddie encouraged. Incoherent sounds of pleasure echoing came from you, echoing on the van walls bouncing into the night sky. After a few more thrusts, you came again, shuddering, drenching the crotch of Eddie’s pants and boxers. “Dadddyyy, I’m cumming” you whined, your legs going weak under you, causing you to fall forward, as your limbs gave way, chest now pressed down on the van floor.

Flipping you onto your back, Eddie entered you again, pushing your knees into your chest. Eddie looked down where you connected, eyes lighting up with hunger, throwing his head back, throaty moans echoing into the darkness. Eddie’s Large hands gripped your outer thighs for leverage, clenching fingers bruising your opulent doughy skin. Your legs wrapped round Eddie’s slim waist, ankles crossed, heels digging in his lower back, locking him in. Pushing him even further forward with every grunting thrust, deeper and deeper into your greedy cunt. “Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk” Eddie groaned, throwing his head forward, hair falling forward framing his pretty face. Your pulsating walls squelching devouring his throbbing cock.

Your eyes slammed shut as you tried to stay conscious as the intensity built again between your legs. Eddie’s cock and piercing caressing your g-spot on every impaling rut. Eddie’s thumb finding your painfully overstimulated clit. Relentlessly rubbing figures of eight into the sticky, warm flesh. “Open your eyes Princess, I wanna see your pretty face when you come undone on my cock” Eddie muttered between thrusts “best sound in the world, better than any symphony baby, better than Metallica, better than Dio, Even better than Sabbath. One day, I’m gonna record you and I’ma put it on a song and then the whole world can hear your beautiful sounds. Hear how needy you are for my cock, for your Daddy’s cock” Eddie mumbled to himself, pussy drunk.

“Uh-huh” is all you could manage in response as the coil tightened again, your walls clenching violently against Eddie’s unyielding cock. “Hold it for Daddy, I’m…real…close baby” Eddie panted out between breaths. Eddie’s thrust quickly became irregular and sloppy; you could tell he wasn’t lying. After a few more minutes, your walls were gripping him impossibly tight, choking Eddie’s cock from the inside. You could hardly hold it any longer, vision blacking out and body going numb, head swimming in euphoria.

You heard Eddie’s voice in your muggy mind. “Cum now Princess, cum for Daddy!” Letting all your stiffened muscles instantly relax, releasing all tension from your physique. You squirted, cum gushing out your soaked hole, dribbling down Eddie’s persistent spearing cock. Upon feeling your pulsating walls, rippling along the length of his cock, Eddie instantly came too. White washing your throbbing walls with his seed, your soft, warm, wet cunt milking every drop of cum out of his softening cock.

Falling forward into your chest, Eddie pulled himself out of your abused hole, causing you both to wince as the loss of contact. Dizzy love drunk smiles painted your faces. Eddie lay listening to the rhythmic beat of your heart in the comfortable silence, as you floated back to earth. “You okay there, Champ?” you chuckled as you ran your nails through Eddie’s hair, tenderly massaging his scalp with your nibble fingertips. Eddie nodded and turned to place his chin between your breasts, resting over your bunched up shirt. Breath still taken out of your lungs. High crashing and the cold air getting the better of you. You both slid back into the back of the van, Eddie closing the doors as he crawled in. Shuffling back he sat back against the seats, tucking himself back inside his damp boxers. Tapping his chest, inviting you in to cuddle, before passing you a t-shirt from the van to clean off with and a fresh bottle of water.

Wiping between your thighs you hissed from the sensitivity and joined Eddie at the back of the van. Taking a few big gulps of the refreshing water, you offered it to Eddie who did the same. Laying your head on Eddie’s chest you listened to his pounding heartbeat, decreasing in pace as he came down. A comfortable silence fell throughout the van, peaceful after the fucking you just had.

“I fucking love you Bunnie” broke the silence. You glanced up into Eddie adoring eyes, cheeks flushed with love. Smile from ear to ear. “I love you too, Eds” you smiled back. “No, I really love you, like really, really love you. You’re beautiful Bunnie, fucking beautiful in every way” Eddie said back. You kissed his lips again, this time endearingly. “You’re beautiful too, Eds, and I really, really, really love you too”.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, right?” Eddie asked suddenly. “Yeah Ed’s” you said back confused at the strange timing of the question, “Good, I gotta get you a ring, I remember me saying something about making an honest woman outta ya, if I saw you in a cheerleading outfit…I guess Nevada isn’t that far of a drive for a weekend, right…?” he cackled obnoxiously loud. “Eddie, are you asking me to marry you?” you whispered back meekly, shyness creeping over your face. “Yeah…yeah I guess I am” Eddie smiled, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Eddie, its fucking miles” you sighed smiling. “Get me a ring first and get down on one knee and we’ll talk.” Eddie beamed with joy, “You’re gonna make me the happiest man alive Princess, when you say Yes. You even gonna let me pump a few babies in ya? Let me watch you grow all big and swollen, carrying my hellspawn. You’ll look so fucking pretty. Have a few mini Munsons running around causing havoc”.

“Don’t be putting me down for six nuggets there, Harrington!” you chortled, love drunk on Eddie’s ambitions of your family together, “But sure I’d love that Munson. Me, you and some mini Munsons running around…But first let’s get back in there, I think you owe Vickie, Robin and Nancy a drink as a thank you. And I know Dustin is just dying to talk nerdy to you, compare D&D notes, he’s built a new character you know… something about a Paladin he said”. Eddie grinned as he pulled you tighter into a breathtaking hug, tucking you into his side. Resting his chin on your head ignoring the last part, “Wait! You mean Robin, Vickie & Nance were all in on this as well? You women are a devious breed” he chuckled “all plotting together against my demise!” And Dustin calls me weekly to discuss his latest campaign so I’m up to date with the D&D updates!”

Shifting in your seat you pull your shirt back down, push your tits in and bra back up, adjusting your costume to make yourself semi decent again (well as much you could be lacking your bottoms). “Plus you owe me a beer for wearing this” you counted back, laughing pointing down at your now dishevelled outfit. “What the wife wants, the wife gets!” Eddie shouted, stuffing himself back onto his pants and retying the leather thong, before butt shuffling to open the back doors. “Eddieeeee, can you grab me my shorts please, it’s fucking freezing out there!” you shouted after him, as you crawled towards the edge.

Eddie appeared moments later around the corner of the door, your tiny shorts dangling from his index finger. “Hand them over Munson!” you pleaded, as you sat on your knees, arms folded, hiking your breasts up under your chin, bottom lip sticking out like an upset toddler. “Come get ‘em” Eddie smirked cruelly, turning heel darting back inside. Eye rolling you scrambled to the back bumper exiting the van, slamming the doors shut.

A biting breeze brushed under your wickedly minuscule skirt, passed your soaked folds and moist, sticky thighs, causing you to shudder. You began to run, back to the door Eddie had left open in his haste earlier. The fabric kicked up with the movement of your soft thighs revealing all as you chased after Eddie, your panties now stuffed in his back pocket. “Give them back Edward Munson!” you bellowed, running through the door after him as he disappeared into the crowd. Gareth, Jeff and Kevin howling, sharing a knowing glance as they caught a glimpse of your ample buttocks, no panties in sight as you dashed past.

🖤❤️Thanks for reading! xoxo

Here’s a extra gift for you below cause you got to the end!

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patricks-hockstetters-lighter · 3 months ago

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Bethany Huggins Headcannons

Bethanys one of the only bowers gang members that has proper hygiene

because of how often Beth dyes her hair vic comes to her when its time for a fresh coat fo bleach

her hair is her MAIN priority (other than watching Henry after his old man beats him up again) she has like 80 dollar shampoos so its always glorious

despite what most of the residents of derry think she hates being sexualized by others, the thought of men (and I mean MEN not boys I mean grown ass men) staring at her that way makes her want to comply to the way her mom wants her to dress. but she just likes dressing that way, she doesn't do it for guys she does it for her.

that sexual front she puts up is just a wall of self hatred

sees Henry as her brother and sometimes confides in him over reggie

one time back in middle school a bunch of kids were playing spin the bottle and she wasn't no pussy so she played but it landed on Henry and they shared a 4 second kiss that both of them hated (fake vomit noises all around)

after that incident they pinky swore to never do that again

she often receives odd packages or "gifts" from Patrick: - dead mice - animal bone jewelry (made by hand) - notes in class that'll say odd pervy shit "your ass looks nice today" - sometimes they'll be sorta sweet like he'll give her a ring of his that doesn't fit anymore or a bracelet that he made by hand

most of her clothes are homemade, she has a sewing machine her mom got her to fill the role of a "traditional woman" but she only uses it to form mini skirts and crop tops with the book her mother gave her on how to form modest skirts. (she heavily modifies the patterns)

forced to go to church every Sunday (I like think the huggins family is religious not deeply but still enough for her parents to wish she wasn't so.. "flaunting") but sits through it for the act reggie has to wear a suit and tie.

saw Patrick at mass one day and almost died laughing but got really weirded out when he started mumbling random shit about how "he is god"

they made out in a church closet after that and got caught by the poor janitor (sorry poor sir)

she doesn't hurt herself but she has gained an awful habit from Henry and her brother, she takes her anger out by punching. -she'll punch anything meaning her knuckles are usually red and bruised

if Pennywise were to terrorize her, it would be about her being alone. - possibly for the reason of being rejected by the boys because of her treatment to the losers she wouldn't be able to join with them either leaving her alone - another reason could be the more likely one.... images of her brother and the rest of the boys laying dead in horrific ways, their bodies mangled and twisted. - it only gets worse when they seemingly "come back to life" their bones cracking as they move in closer; bones broken, throats shredded, holes in their faces and torsos exposing organs and rotting flesh. the most prevalent figure is Patrick.

she often gets nightmares about those visions with Patrick taunting her as half of his skill is bared to her vision, saying things like "if only you were a better lay" and "whores don't find love". he'd laugh as maggots crawled under his skin making it writhe and pulsate.

she'd wake up screaming and in a cold sweat before running to Reggies room and crying into his arms all night until the sun rose.

shout out to @countrycrackheads for the will to finish this by mentioning Beth and vic are hair dye budies <3 kiss kiss honey

#it 2017 #bethany huggins #it oc #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #henry bowers #victor criss

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tvguidancecounselor · 1 year ago

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TV Guidance Counselor Episode 598: Tabitha Stevens

July 7-13, 1979

This week Ken welcomes former adult actress, Howard Stern Show Hall of Famer, world's greatest Assistant movie theater manager and all around gem of a human Tabitha Stevens to the show.

Ken and Tabitha discuss end of the world heat waves, Death Valley, Las Vegas, moving from Long Island NY to Las Vegas as a teenager, dressing up to go into New York for culture, Barney Miller, having a great disdain of cigarettes, tanning booths, skin cancer, bleach, frosted tips, heavy Long Island accents, being scared of New Yorkers, being bullied, Vegas Showgirls, The Brady Bunch, having your fan mail accidentally send to Erin "Tabitha from Bewitched" Murphy, Tabitha Soren, The Rainbow Room, the Sunset Strip, pagers, booking everything yourself, having a work ethic, why the adult business moves technology forward and will always be economy and technological innovation proof, having your bank account seized, Utah, owning and living in a historic hotel, bring art to the masses, art photography, the difficulty of owning a gallery, how expensive it is to live in Las Vegas, Judd Nelson, Lemmy, meeting new best friends, sometimes not being able to believe your own life, panic attacks, Xanex, being on the Howard Stern Show, using natural remedies, Sanitorium, making indie horror films, the state of prescription drugs, health care, how uncomfortably pervy The Love Boat is, horny Captain Stubing, Battlestar Gallactica, a dark reboot of the Brady Bunch, Charlie's Angels, looking like Farrah Fawcett, loving Wonder Woman, having action figures, Electra Woman and Dynagirl, Shazam and Isis, Ken's love of Tootie, The Facts of Life, Jacqueline Smith, The Boys, being contrarian, not watching things just because everyone else is, The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, Diff'rent Strokes, A Different World, Lisa Bonet, meeting Mike Tyson, working at movie theaters, being the world's greatest film splicer, sleeping in theaters and losing your finger nail in the popcorn.

Check out this episode!

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gutros · 4 years ago

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We all love the witches... now is time to give a little love to Balgo (and Osushi-Chan~)

#burn the witch #tite kubo #balgo parks #balgo #osushi #dragon canine #dragon #illustration #digital drawing #fan art #colors #bleach #same universe #gutrodraws #:) <3 #dorky boy #and his dog #kinda pervy #:b

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milkybonezz · 2 years ago

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Concept! Instead of the losers club having to go back to derry its the Bowers gang 👀 Mayperhaps we can get a couple of hc with reader 👀👀

anon, I like your style... I have some hcs about these silly little boys and their silly little careers so you have unleashed something awful

We shall start with the man himself Mr. Henry Bowers:

Now, I like to imagine that Henry stayed in Derry, taking the role of Mike within this scenario because irony obviously, but it also seems the most fitting for him. He will have stayed on his father's old farm and refurbished it, growing produce and other such things to sell but business is sure to have fallen during the big boom of exported produce in supermarkets year-round. He was the one that made all the calls and got his boys (And you, dear reader) back together again in Derry, although admittedly he didn't want them to come back as he had never really settled down into anything serious relationship wise and that fact deeply embarrassed him. Kept his gorgeous mullet, as with it comes his true sense of identity

Patrick Hocktetter

This one's a tricky one, because I cannot conceive a world in which Patrick lives past 20 but let's all pretend that he does. In the book (despite my best efforts to forget any mention of Patrick within it) it is said that Patrick took a liking to art which leads me into thinking that he could have potentially done something with it if he could escape the clutches of the large brown scrawling phase, although that would definitely sell well because art has gotten to a point where a brown squiggle is worth more than an actually well-constructed piece. Okay rant over, but Hockstetter became their resident artist, and piggybacking off of this, he found he didn't need to settle down but could rather benefit from it and use that lifestyle to continue living his little pervy life with no resistance. The call from Derry was unexpected, but not unwanted really.

Reginald 'belch' Huggins

Reggie I feel went on to do some sort of public service, I'm particularly drawn to him being a firefighter but goddamn it he'd be one hell of a nurse. He for sure settled right down and fairly quickly too. A family man through and through but unfortunately without any kiddos at all, so he lives vicariously through fostering them with his wife instead. He lived pretty simply, and had gone on to maintain vintage cars like his trans am in his free time. God he's the sweetest middle-aged man in the world and he'd pretty much completely forgotten about Derry until Henry, his old pal Henry, had called into his work, telling him it was back. That really shook him up, but he's not one to go back on a promise. He moved out of Derry not long after his mother passed away, but didn't leave a moment before. Reg became her primary carer in her final years of life and was there right until the bitter end.

Victor Criss

Initially I had Vic pinned as more of ant arty, free spirit type of guy and then I realised he would probably be suited to a profession requiring intelligence and a lot of it, so I chucked him in as a civil engineer, earning his degree at one of the most prestigious tech universities in the world, MIT. His hair is no longer bleached, a phase that clung on until his mid-twenties and let thereafter. Vic was the richest when they were kids and this still remained, he had shitloads of inheritance money from both his grandparents as well as his actual parents piled up on top of his pretty handsome salary. When Henry called he was pretty freshly divorced and on the verge of being all washed up, nothing but money and a big empty house, so it was nice to hear someone else's voice, even if it came with the announcement that he would have to pack some clothes and fly himself back to Maine... Back to Derry.

Our dearest reader

Now, I cannot actually decide what line of work you want yourself to go down in this scenario, but I can try and prompt where I think you guys might have ended up. If this doesn't suit you, feel free to disregard it and build your own storyline. However, for the sake of this I'm lumping the readers together and putting you all down as a photographer, okay? Okay. You moved out of state after high school to pursue these photography dreams of yours and you got really good at it too, I mean photographing celebrities for Vouge kind of good. You found someone halfway decent and got eloped, just a small thing, no big deal at all. Admittedly you don't truly know if you love them or if you're just with them to fill the void. Like shoving a matching piece from a different puzzle into a jigsaw so that there's no gaps, even if it doesn't feel quite right. The call from Henry gives you an out, it gives you an opportunity to retrace your steps. To find that puzzle piece you seen to have lost along the way.

BONUS ROUND

adding Peter Gordon and Moose Sadler to the fray bc I'm bitter they weren't in the movie(s)

Peter Gordon

Peter Peter Peter oh boy! For those of you who have not read the book, Peter is another rich, West Broadway kid and therefore I'm a little drawn to him just sort of lounging jobless and relying on daddy's money to keep him afloat but at the same time he could potentially buy out a big company and work as it's head so that is the path I selected for him. I feel like he'd definitely be all about benefiting from the US's terribly unfair health system and run himself quite the successful pharmaceutical business. Got himself a wife or four and lived pretty damn good. The call from Bowers probably brings up a lot of resentment that he'd been harbouring after the rockfight where he stopped being friends with Henry, but in his heart he knows it's go back and fight or commit one final act of cowardice and end it all. He chose the former.

Steve 'moose' Sadler

Now, I can imagine Moose leaving Derry, but I don't think he'd ever leave Maine. Poor thing's dumb as a box of rocks withing that state so going elsewhere and having an accent barrier was just another thing he didn't want to deal with. Much like with Reg I do picture him to be a family man, or at the very least settled and comfortably married. A construction worker seems like his calling. He's big and strong and too dumb to know that his job doesn't really pay as well as his wife would like it to, but it keeps them in their house and puts food on the table so she can't complain all too much now can she? Moose's phone call was the longest, as he had retained the least of that summer they all faced It together, but he was certainly the most eager to come and reconcile with Henry. Where Peter held resentment with Henry after the rockfight, Steve was clinging on to shame, and lots of it.

#milkyspeaks #bowers gang #it 2017 #belch huggins #reginald huggins #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #vic criss #victor criss #it 2019 #it stephen king #it 1990 #moose sadler #steve sadler #peter gordon

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delirious-donna · 2 years ago

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Hey Donna!!

24, 28, 29 and 41 for the author asks. only if you mind, ofc!

Hello sweetie, bring those cute cheeks here so I can squish ‘em!! ^^

24. Favourite genre to write and read

So, imma apply this specifically to fanfiction, since that's what we do here in tumblrland!

To write - I prefer smut in all its forms with a love of tropes such as friends to lovers and mutual hidden feelings.

To read - pretty much all smut - what can I say? I'm clearly a dirty girl! 😅 I don't stray into dark content often and I don't really think there is anything that I read that I wouldn't write myself, if that makes sense?

28. Favourite side character

Most of my faves are most likely considered closer to side characters than main protagonists. I can’t help but show love to my under appreciated darlings.

As for my absolute favourite, I’m gonna go a little left field and say - Kon from Bleach. He is just the most adorable, pervy lil guy! 😭 A modified soul that normally inhabits the body of a stuffed lion, he sometimes looks after Ichigo’s human form and he has a heavy crush on both Rukia and Orihime. Kon is the comic relief in a series that is most often than not rather heavy in tone. Just wanna squish him so tight and you know he is gonna love being crushed against my chest 🤣

29. Favourite villain

Okay, now I'm gonna pick two here but for very different reasons. Sorry for the ramble that is incoming...

Zeref from Fairy Tail is considered ‘the big bad’ of the entire series but the man is not a villain. This is a hill I will gladly give my life on. Mashima really fucked the elder Dragneel brother over, like seriously. There is so much sorrow and agony to unpack from the man coined as the Black Wizard, and none of it was explored. Without going into too much depth here, any FT fan who doesn't buy what I'm saying should really seek out some Zeref fanfics and I have recommendations that includes one of my own 😅

Now on to a character who is a true villain and I cannot despise him more. I have never felt such a visceral reaction to an anime baddie than I did for this motherfucker! Mahito from JJK. Yeah, the boy is a curse but fuck me is he a disgusting monster. I’m not gonna put spoilers here cause I know a lot don’t follow the manga and we in early doors of the anime but holy motherfucking hell, when it is revealed what he does… 🤬 I cried. I yelled. I hugged a cat to my face. I lost it… so yeah, as a villain he is the worst but that’s what makes him the best.

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?

Just write it. Even if it never sees the light of day, write it. Even if you think it’s a car crash, write it.

Don’t compare yourself to authors you love and/or follow, they have likely been doing it for a while and their first pieces probably look like hot trash in comparison to what they write now.

Don’t write for likes. Write what you want to write regardless of how obscure the character or set up might be.

Speak to your favourite authors and don’t be scared to ask for advice, I can’t believe I’m actually including myself in this(what a dream), we are usually very lovely people who are more than willing to help.

Look at beta reading services if you want to refine your works but make sure you get someone that fits your style and personality. @needabeta has a great form to look up available betas for your fandom and includes me!! 😁

#delirious chats #lovely mutuals #ask game #sorry for the long reply!!

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illwork4anime · 4 years ago

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My Anime Recs!

#1 Fave - Naruto

Let's be real. This is an epic! Not recommended for first time watchers, as the length and filler is intimidating. But this show has the largest fandom of any anime and the characters are awesome, so eventually it must be seen!

Staples - Bread and Butter Anime for Everyone

FMA Brotherhood: Approachable, funny, deep, action

Miyazaki Films (esp. Spirited Away, Howl’s Moving Castle): Classics, masterpieces, must see

Deathnote: Psychological, Mental Chess, Unique Premise

Soul Eater: Semi-Crack, cool concept, adventure

Sword Art Online: Best executed premise, romance, action

Attack on Titan: Unique Premise, horror, dark!

Durarara!!: Mind blowing, fast-paced/slow-paced, unique

Psycho-Pass: Syfy, Unique Premise, Action packed

Erased: psychological, cool concept

Code Geass: mecha, political, great rivalry

Madoka Magica: Not your average magical girl, Psychological, dark

One Punch Man: Hilarious, parody, slow start maybe?

Your lie in April: Hurt so good, Slice of life, Music, romance

Haikyuu!!: Sports, friendship, feel good

Movies

Summer Wars: Video game world, family, friendship

Your Name: Unique Premise, Romance (will they, won't they?), Japanese culture

The girl who leapt through time: Unique Premise, Romance

Anything Mikyazaki

Fringe/Special Interests

Chihayafuru: Sports for people that don't like sports, Love Triangle, Motivational

Ouran Highschool Host Club: Crack, Romance (reverse harem), Classic

Fruits Basket - 2019 Remake: Romance (reverse harem), Classic

Kimi ni todoke: Hurts so good, Slice of Life, Romance

Fate/Stay Night Unlimited Bladeworks: Unique Premise, Fast paced, Action

Watched, but not a must see

Kaichou wa Maid Sama

The Devil is a Part Timer

Hana no yori dango (Flowers over Boys)

Kamisama Hajimemashita

Noragami

Blue Exorcist

Made me feel pervy, but still watched

No game, no life

Toradora

Future Diaries

Tokyo Ghoul

Familiar of Zero

Episodic From our Childhood

Inuyasha

Fairy Tail

Yu Yu Hakushou

Dragon Ball Z

D.Gray Man

Bleach

One-Piece

Bobobo-bo-bo-bobo (included as a joke XD)

Pokemon

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Sailor Moon

Never Watched But were Rec'd to me

Steins Gate

Cowboy Bebop

My Hero Academia

Probably missed some, but here is a start for the list! Hope you find it useful!

#references #anime rec list #anime recommendation #my favs #let me know if you see a favorite on the list! we can chat about ti!

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goldengypsy7 · 4 years ago

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One Drink Away

Summary- Jubal says to OA there is no such thing as a recovered alcoholic – all it takes is one bad day. Well here is one bad day that leads Jubal to a bar but somehow Jubal gets roped into a Speed Dating event instead. One of the women may even catch his eye. Some angst Jubal with him almost breaking his sobriety.

It looked so harmless in the glass, the clear liquid gently fizzing away in his hand, tantalisingly harmless. The tonic water bubbles rise, pushing the ice from side to side gently in the tumbler and coating the slice of lime with tiny balls as it bobs on the surface. Jubal’s hand closes around the glass, not raising it from the bar but just cradling it in his hand, watching the bubbles. It could be sparkling water. It could be lemonade. He wished it was either; that he had that kind of self-control. He knew what he should do – put the glass down and walk out of the bar. The little voice in the back of his head was screaming at him to just let go of the glass; he had already lost his wife, his kids. It pleaded with him to not risk his career too – he had barely hung on to that last time around. Without the sobriety, he didn’t get to be a Fed, it reasoned. Did he want to be though, came the small hiss from his shoulder – it brought forth the images. Images he had tried so hard to remove from his mind, but had decorated his computer screen and the JOC all day – battered and bruised women, their lifeless and hollow eyes gapping out of the screens. The families sorrow and anger as they sat defeated in their conference room; their sobbing and wails still echoed through the recesses of his mind even now – hours later. His hand tightened on the glass and the cold edge of the glass touched his lips. Tiny specks of the liquid dotted the top of his nose and upper lip as the tonic fizzed, the ice clinking against the glasses rim. One sip and all of the cries and lifeless broken bodies would go away – it would blissfully silent. His resolve breaks and just as the cool liquid collides with his dry lips and threatens to spill into his mouth, a hand settles on his arm.

Startling, he jumps, vodka tonic sloshing sideways over the side of the glass and over his hand and chin, dripping on to the bar below. Grabbing the damp napkin his drink had been on, he presses this to his face, wiping away the droplets from his beard and lips as he turns.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry for startling you!”

The young man looks mortified as he hovers behind Jubal slightly to his left. His eyes dart to the man’s hand still attached to Jubal’s arm and the hand is quickly removed. Before Jubal can turn away or say anything the young man continues to speak rapidly, words tripping over each other in his haste,

“I thought maybe you were here for our group…”

He gestures an arm behind him at a small group gathered by the double doors leading to the restaurant seating of the bar. As two scantily-clad women moved from bending over a table just to the left of the doors and moved arm in arm giggling through the doors. Jubal’s eyes focused on the sign by the table that they had been obscuring and reading it, his eyebrows raised.

“…I thought I would come and check but its so loud in here and I thought I would just tap your arm and then you moved and… and I’ve spilt your drink everywhere. Oh god! I’m so sorry, I’m such a clutz! Here… let me…”

Another napkin was shoved at Jubal’s hand, knocking his glass again, causing the ice cubes to rattle against the side in protest at the jolting.

“It’s okay.”

Jubal tries to placate the man, pushing the glass across the bar towards the barman and pressing the napkins to the pool of vodka left in a ring on the bar in front of him. A small flicker of relief fills him as he realises in all of the commotion, not a drop of vodka had passed his lips – just run down his chin and hand.

“It’s just… well two of the men haven’t shown up and it’s going to throw all of the numbers out. We barely have enough men signing up as it is and we’ve had no walk-ins tonight either. I was kinda hoping you were one of the two missing ones and I��m still talking… Todd get a grip”

The last part of the sentence was quieter as the man berated himself.

“Wouldn’t I be too old – isn’t there an age limit to these things?”

The words came out of Jubal’s mouth before he had a chance to stop them. Sudden hope flickered in to the man’s eyes as he recognised a person on the verge of joining.

“Not at all – there is no age limit. You would be amazed how many of the women like an older man – more experienced you know! It would be completely free – of course there is usually a charge but seeing as how we are two short and I’ve chucked your drink everywhere…”

Between Todd’s quick rambling and his insistent hand on Jubal’s arm, Jubal found himself swept across the room and filling in his details on the form pushed in front of him. Excuses pushed to the tip of his tongue, yet Todd was barely stopping for breath as he continued to talk,

“It’s super easy, all of the women are seated at a table the whole time. You sit across from them and you have 8 minutes with each woman. On the bell you move clockwise around the room – that’s to your right each time. The women don’t move at all. When you’ve been all the way around, the whole thing ends. You will have a sort of tick sheet – tick which women you would like to talk with again and give it into us at the end. If you and her sheets match, then we will pass you her phone number and you can contact each other – that simple. Most of them will hang around at the end, get a drink at the bar etc. Obviously, any rude or pervy behaviour and you are out.”

A sheet of paper and a pencil is pushed into Jubal’s hand as he is guided to a table and pushed into the chair. He turns but Todd is gone again, moving across the room to help another woman discreetly remove a table and two chairs from the circle. Turning away from Todd’s disappearing back, he faces the woman sitting across from him. The first thing that he notices is that she’s young however this is quickly replaced by the small bemused smile that she is trying to hide behind her hair, which is swinging loose around her face and down her back.

Jubal jumps slightly as a bell sounds from one end of the room and the woman’s smile grows into a giggle as his pencil almost rolls off the table with his jolt. It is stopped by a slim hand that darts across the table to grab it before it tumbles to the floor. Voices around them start, the volume growing and growing as seconds pass; odd nervous laughter dotting through.

“Do you want to…?”

Jubal’s eyes dart from the pencil clasped firmly in his fingers to the woman opposite as her soft New York accent filtered through the surrounding cacophony of noise. Of course, she was expecting him to speak, his mouth opened and his voice engaged and he started to talk well before he thought of what to say,

“I… uh.. well I’m divorced, got two kids – a boy and a girl. I’m a federal agent and …um a recovering alcoholic. Been sober almost 4 years and almost broke that about 20 minutes ago if uh… Todd hadn’t literally bumped into me and somehow got me to agree to this and… and that’s… that’s more than you needed to know.”

Jubal’s usually confident voice had been reduced to stutters and stumbling over the words spewing from his mouth suddenly. He trailed off as his brain caught up with him and ducked his head away from the women to look at the label of the bottled water on the table in front of him instead.

“That was honest – don’t get a lot of that with these things usually. Mostly posers or men with only one thing on their mind. Well, in the spirit of being honest, I’m single. My last boyfriend cheated on me with most of lower Manhattan – well the ones in skirts anyway and I have a very big weakness for shoes – I buy far too many of them!”

As she talked, Jubal moved his attention from the bottle in front of him up to her face. As she realises she has his attention and made eye contact with him, she smiled. It lights up her face, making her green eyes sparkle and dimples appear in her cheeks. Jubal felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth in return as she continues to speak,

“For the record – I’m pretty sure Todd has bamboozled all of us into one of these things at one time or another. I know most of the girls – there is no need to be nervous, none of us bite. Well… Tanya at table 4 might but she does have a thing for guys with beards so maybe keep the table between you and her.”

For the last part she leaned towards him across the table, nodding towards a woman two tables down from them with her head. Bleach blonde, her black dress was so low cut her cleavage was almost falling out of the top and her red nails looks so long they could be claws. Turning his attention away from Tanya, he darted his gaze back to the woman in front of him. She winks conspiratorially before sitting back in her chair again, settling backwards to tip her head to the side to gaze at him,

“How long have you been divorced? This the first time dating after?”

Jubal clears his throat, twirling the pencil around his fingers once before answering,

“Uh… 4 years now. And yeah I suppose this is the first time – work usually gets in the way which is a complete excuse now I’m saying it out loud…”

“Its always tough getting back out there. Tough to realise everything is over and you need to move on – gotta be harder when you have two kids.”

Jubal huffs a small laugh as he moves to rub his thumb along his top lip, nodding in agreement.

“Enough about me – what about you. How long have you and your ex been broken up?”

She tilts her head, green eyes flitting over his face and he has the distinct impression that he is being read. The look reminds him of Maggie and Dana when they are trying to figure a perp out. Just as the feeling starts, she flicks a smile and inclines her head – letting him change the subject away from him.

“Two years. Moved in with my sister for a bit while we sold our apartment – would not recommend moving in with siblings again after living on your own – absolute nightmare. Uh… not real excuse for not dating again after only that trusting someone is hard – ya know.”

Jubal had just enough time to murmur an agreement when the bell clanged, jerking them out of their little bubble and back into the room. Around them chairs scrapped as the men got ready to move round. Blinking at the sudden stopping, Jubal moves to pick up his piece of paper and pencil as the man to this left starts to move towards their table, his shadow falling over them. Fumbling, Jubal gets a few steps away before her voice stops him, making him turn back,

“Hey – I never got your name.”

Turning he gazes at her for a second, before realising that she was right. They hadn’t exchanged names.

“Huh sorry, Jubal”

Her smile again lights up her features as he moves back towards her reaching out his hand in an automatic movement. He was so used to immediately shaking people’s hands at the Bureau as they exchanged names, that he had started to do the exact same thing. Before, he could over analyse however, a soft warm hand had slid into his.

“Alice”

Her voice answered his as their joined hands squeezed for a second palm to palm before a small cough from the man currently seated at Alice’s table caused them to break apart. Alice raised her eyebrows with a small eyeroll as if to say, ‘see – poser or player’ before turning to sit back down again.

Jubal turned to sit at the next table – facing a young black woman who appeared to be young enough to be his daughter at least. Sighing inwardly, he pushed a smile on to his face as Scarlett introduced herself. This time, he reined himself in with the commentary however, Scarlett didn’t seem to need much help with the conversation, filling most of the 8 minutes with words such as ‘Tik-Tok’, ‘Instagram’ and claimed herself to be an ‘Influencer’ whatever one of those was. Scarlett had seemed to think this was impressive, Jubal wasn’t sure what one was or how this could “change her life”. Jubal just hoped the confusion hadn’t shown on his face too much throughout the conversation. The bell could not come fast enough.

The next few tables did not get any better – Elsie decided to tell him all about Ginseng Tea and its wonders of helping with erectile dysfunction. Jubal wasn’t sure why Elsie decided to tell him all about this and was starting to get a small complex about his age until Jenna at the next table told him Elsie was telling all of the men this and spent her 8 minutes apologising for Elsie – apparently, they were roommates and good friends. Maria divulged the best way to rear a Labradoodle. This would have been helpful or at least interesting if Jubal knew anything about dogs – he had had a fish growing up for all of a week before it died and was flushed down the toilet. Maria then tried to sell him a Labradoodle and was very insistent even after a very glad Jubal told her his building would not allow pets – yes even very well-behaved ones.

Then came the dreaded woman – Tanya. Jubal was not one to judge, especially on appearances. But he was beyond definitely sure that that level of plastic could not be healthy in Tanya’s face… or her chest either. Tanya’s hand gripped down on his arm, her talons… sorry nails dug into his skin for the entire time as she pushed her chest into his face and answered all of his polite questions with thinly veiled innuendos and cackling at her own puns. Jubal had never willed a work call to interrupt his night so much since he had joined the Bureau. Thankfully the 8 minutes ended quickly and he was round to the last women – Sheena. Sheena managed to hold a conversation with Jubal for the whole 8 minutes without making him feel old or making him want to run away and hide.

With that people finished filling in their sheets of paper and stood, handing them to Todd and his female minion as some filtered out of the door and the rest moved to order a drink at the bar. He remained seated as Sheena moved away to the bar, staring at his seat of paper. He could safely say no to 6 of the women immediately – yet his pencil hovered over Alice’s name. Looking up, he scanned the crowd and found her, standing hip to the bar as she laughed along with something Sheena was miming out beside her. Her brown hair fell down her back, her jeans were tight to her curves but her shirt was looser, draped over her body – hiding her figure. Shaking his head, he turned away muttering to himself ‘silly old fool’ his pencil moved and marked Alice’s section too. What would a beautiful woman like that want with him? Passing his paper to Todd with a nod, he walked out of the bar and into the cool night air, pulling his coat on he turned and headed towards the subway.

Sitting in the subway car however, he pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. No messages, no calls. Shoving the phone back into its holster on his hip, he thought back to the yes tick he had put on Alice’s line of his paper. Divorced, alcoholic, bumbling fool - she was probably just being nice and putting him at ease, he thought shaking his head. Idiot he berated himself. Yet, as he walked up the steps and out on to the street again, he thought back to her smile, her sparkling eyes, the way her hand had felt in his.

As he exited his bathroom, his bedroom was bathed in the white light from his phone. Frowning, he moved across the room to where his phone sat on his night stand. Pushing the home button to get the phone to light up again, he saw a message from an unknown number on his screen,

Its Alice. Glad we matched – maybe talk again some time?

Sinking down on to his bed, he stared at the words on his screen and tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach that the words had created. Maybe not so bumbling after all.

#fbi #jubal valentine #Jubal Valentine/OC #Speed Dating #Jubal Angst #Almost Falling off the wagon #Mentions of alcohol

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esha-isboogara · 2 years ago

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perv!grimmjow

bleach men bring out something gross in me but i’m not going to apologize

more bleach —> aizen

✰grimmjow is a warning himself,he’s a sick little bastard,

||taglist: @stygianoir||

♡perv!grimmjow who doesn’t give a fuck that he’s a pervert. he’s not going to feel bad about the way he is just because some loser criticized him. he doesn’t even try to hide it.

♡perv!grimmjow who doesn’t wear anything under his robes. what reason does he have ? he has a big dick and he knows it. the other espada try in vein to convince him to wear something-anything. he likes fo show off his cock and knowing that you’ll see it makes him all the more excited.

♡perv!grimmjow who loves to be all up on you. normally he’s not a hugger but how can he now be when you’re walking around with all that curve ?

♡perv!grimmjow who hates it when aizen talks to you alone. he knows how he can be and he doesn’t like it. grimmjow will go out of his way to make sure the two of you are not alone- he’s practically attached at your hip most of the time

♡perv!grimmjow who gets a kick out of watching you fight. the way your body moves with such ease ? he finds it so sexy- it’s so hard to control himself. if he’s lucky some of your robe will get torn off and he’ll get to see some skin.

♡perv!grimmjow who is basically your boyfriend. he doesn’t give you a say in the matter he just starts to claim you’re his one day and never stopped. most of the other espada don’t want anything to do with his bs so they accept this fact and move on.

♡perv!grimmjow who makes you shower with him. he insists so many times you take the offer to shut him up. seeing your naked body next to yours is a dream come true. oh how he wants to fuck you but he knows he can’t stray from his mission.

♡perv!grimmjow who straight up asked for your panties and bras. he has no shame.

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ariana-senpai · 4 years ago

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Top 10 Hottest Characters for June

So if you follow my main and/or horror blog(s) you know that I’ve started doing a Top 10 hottest list each month. I’m gonna do it over here, too! So, in no particular order:

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead (My Hero Academia)

You know what his scarf is actually made out of? Husband material. He’s lazy and grumpy but so caring and I just... I LOVE HIM.

Shiro Fujimoto (Blue Exorcist)

P R I E S T yes, please. Hot priests are top tier sexy. Plus he’s kinda pervy so, like, there’s a chance it could’ve happened.

Trent Lane (Daria)

I’ve had a thing for Trent since I first saw the show when I was a kid, and it hasn’t gone away. I know he’s kind of a slob and that would drive me crazy, but I don’t care.

Balthier Bunansa (Final Fantasy XII)

Silver tongued rogue, indeed. He’s so charming his voice makes me feel some kinda way. Plus once you get to the Tragic Backstory™ it just makes me love him even more.

Karliah (Skyrim)

I couldn’t find a gif where you can see her face, but idc. She’s so good and deserves the entire world. Also, elves are hot.

Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword)

All drama, all the time in an outfit that’s like PG-13 Voldo. Does that do it for me? Yes, yes it does.

Sosuke Aizen (Bleach)

The second he slicked his hair back, the flood gates opened. Also there’s gonna be a lot of Bleach here because TK really knows how to design a character.

Dr. Julian Devorak (The Arcana)

I’m almost done with his story and I absolutely love him. He may be a sad boi but he’s also cheeky and a bit feisty.

Nana Osaki (Nana)

Looks like a badass but is actually pretty soft. The epitome of, “I can’t tell if I want to be you or be on you.”

Seiya Ichijo (Sword Gai)

I can’t find a SINGLE gif of him, but this man is devoted as hell and such a babe. 10/10 would smash AND marry.

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rolaplayor101 · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday Ichigo!!

Ok so I have a rising theory that Ichigo Kurosaki is demisexual/demiromantic. Now hear me out:

at the end of episode 314 in the preview, Kon complains about Ichigo getting all the attention from girls and Ichigo says it isn't fun at all, to which Kon asks Ichigo what kind of girl he likes and Ichigo says "the kind that makes me fall in love with her". Kon laughs at him, saying he "needs to be romanced".

Secondly, in episode 345, when Karin suggests that Ichigo does pervy stuff up in his room, Yuzu says he "isnt that kind of boy at all" and gets mad when Karin suggests that he's a "typical boy" that does perverted "things".

He never reacts to Rangiku's salaciousness or Yoruichi's nudity with attraction but more with embarrassment, sometimes annoyance, and shyness. He's always around very attractive women who a lot of the time show interest in him (Orihime, Nelliel, Rangiku jokingly, Haruko, and barely Nozomi) and yet he never shows any level of attraction back(in the anime)-- not to any of the attractive men he hangs out with either.

His friend group consists of a lesbian girl (Chizuru), a highly affectionate Keigo, and a very protective Tatsuki(though obviously that doesn't make Keigo and Tatsuki lgbt, it does show them being more open-minded). It would make sense that he would also be not strictly straight. Also, not getting the hints of Orihime's attraction (especially in episode 344 when she comes into his room to eat bread) is such a aspec thing, and ( SPOILERS) the fact that he canonly gets together with his high school sweetheart kinda pulls everything together. He built an emotional bond with Orihime over the years, and that's when he finally becomes attracted to her. She, as he said, "made [him] fall in love with her".

I'm going off the anime and the last chapter of the manga, but Ichigo never does anything romantic. He doesn't go on any dates or says he loves a person to their face. Unless I'm missing information from the hundreds of chapters that didnt make the anime, Ichigo gives off big aro vibes in that he doesn't show he has any attraction beyond friendships, and in the end he has a kid(which you can still want even if you're not allo) and is implied to be married even though it isnt said outright that he is married to her (queer platonic relationships exist, or surrogacy) and he doesn't wear a wedding ring(which could also just be a Japanese thing).

Most of Bleach is a story about friendship, which should also be taken into account. Even most of the romance stuff is made off as a joke- anyone Kon is attracted too, Rangiku's flirty behavior(especially in episode 305 with Shuuhei), people assuming Toshiro is Karin's boyfriend in episode 316, etc.

There are lgbt and lgbtcoded characters (Soi fon, Chizuru, Yoruichi, Charlotte Chulhourne, Sayzel, possibly Yumichika, aspec Toshiro, Qpp Ukitake and Shunsui, etc) so its possible that Tite didn't even know he was creating an aspec character when portraying Ichigo and his reactions to romantic/sexual situations.

Like I said, i haven't read the manga, but if you have some input that would be hype!

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tvguidancecounselor · 1 year ago

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TV Guidance Counselor Episode 598: Tabitha Stevens

July 7-13, 1979

This week Ken welcomes former adult actress, Howard Stern Show Hall of Famer, world's greatest Assistant movie theater manager and all around gem of a human Tabitha Stevens to the show.

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fuyupeach · 5 years ago

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In The Works // Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader - chapter 5

prologue / ch.1 / ch.2 / ch.3 / ch.4

follow/keeo track on ao3 ! i always post there first (which is why this is being posted after MANY months here despite already being on ao3 lmao)

Your first year at Shujin finally ends, the feeling of what must’ve been weights on your shoulders finally dissipating as your footsteps increase the distance from you and the campus.

“Whoa, slow down, ____! I’m just as eager to leave as you, but the ramen shop can wait a little bit.” Ryuji chuckles behind you. You turn slightly to look at him, a small guilty look forming on your face as he limps slightly.

“Sorry,” you say, stopping for a moment as Ryuji makes his way next to you, school bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, the messenger strap on yours gripped tightly between your hands as it flops in front of you from the sudden stop. “Seeing Kamo shit a on the way out ticked me off.”

“But, the last day of school isn’t supposed to be about him. It’s about… ” you shake off the last remnants of your annoyance, jumping and latching onto Ryuji’s arm--Ryuji letting out a small, “Oof.”--as you finish your sentence. “ Ramen! ”

It had become a promise between the two of you to eat ramen as a celebration at the end of the school year since he had come back your third year of middle school. Though you weren’t a big fan of ramen, you would still eat it with him. Maybe you could convince him to let you guys find a place with great ramen and sushi as a compromise between the two of you for the end of your second year.

“Ha, yeah, the douchebag had that ugly smirk on his face, as usual.” Ryuji continues walking with your arm looped through his, the two of you almost at the station. “ Bleh, just thinkin’ ‘bout him puts a bad taste in my mouth. But, you’re right, let’s go. RAAMENN! ” he shouts, pumping his free arm in the air, a laugh escaping you.

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Your summers had become much more eventful thanks to Ryuji, but it didn’t stop you from your homebody tendencies, you still needed a break from the fun, and the competitive atmosphere that couldn’t be beat when it came to the arcades during the summer. How all these people could be constantly worked up about Gun About beats you, but to each their own. You had finally managed to win one of the electronic prizes from the claw machine with Ryuji’s help, so you were content for a while.

The very same plum colored headphones you had won were on your head as you sit on your bed, back against the wall as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone for cat videos. Your actual cat, Luna, lays at your feet, unperturbed by the lamp that dimly lit your room and her black fur in turn, her ears already accustomed to the sound of Ryuji’s voice that floated into your room from the bathroom. Your mother had already knew Ryuji almost as long as you did, surprisingly agreeing on Ryuji sleeping over for the night, more than likely because of the few all nighters you would spend with him helping him study for finals. Your mother and brother were just like Ann and Shiho, taking opportunities to tease you about Ryuji, your mother winking as she agreed.

“--____! ____!” You hear Ryuji’s voice cut in from your headphones. You check your phone to see it’s past midnight.

“ Shh! ” You say, putting your headphones down on your bed and striding quickly to the bathroom. “Everyone’s already asleep--” You peek into the bathroom, cutting yourself off as you see Ryuji. You had known he was in the process of bleaching his hair--you were actually the one to encourage him to do it as he tentatively brought it up to you one day--, but actually seeing it in the process was something in itself. “Wow.” You bring yourself to say after staring for a few moments.

Ryuji dismisses you with a wave before looking away from the mirror and turning to you. “Their doors are closed anyway; I doubt I was that loud. Didn’t know how high you had your headphones up.” He smiles. “But anyways, do ya mind helping me get the rest of this bleach on the back of my head? I wanna make sure everything is covered. Extra gloves are in the box over there.” Ryuji nods over to the box he’s sitting to the right of on the bathtub counter.

You reach over and pluck the gloves from the box that read ‘Palty’, pulling an extra plastic seat from the corner of the bathroom and plopping behind Ryuji, gloves now on. Ryuji hands you the container with the bleach, quickly running you through what to do. You apply the bleach to his hair as he bounces his knees, tapping his fingers against them as he hums a tune. “Thanks.” Ryuji says, turning to you for a second while you put more bleach on the brush, sending a grin your way.

“No problem, Ryu.” You mumble, focused on applying the sections as well as you could.

“This is gonna turn out awesome!” Ryuji exclaims. You can tell by his voice alone the excitement he’s holding back so you can finish, fist pumping the air once you are.

“I definitely think it will.” You smile back at him as he pulls the plastic cap over his head. “Shouldn’t be too hard to manage since your hair is short.”

An hour passes as you help Ryuji wash and tone his hair, the both of you staring in awe, him through the mirror and you at him. His hair was still a little damp, but the change was one you thought suited Ryuji really well, a small flush tinting your cheeks.

“For real?” Ryuji smiles as he inspects his hair. “This is so cool.”

“See?” You smirk, eyes closed in a smug expression. “Told you it’d turn out great. You’re welcome.” You open your eyes just in time to see Ryuji holding out his hand, giving him a high five before you two clean up settle down for the night.

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Timeskip 4/11

“What’s taking him so long…?” You tap your feet against the floor, the turtleneck underneath your uniform coat doing a somewhat good job at staving off the cold that came with this morning’s rain. You had remembered that with the early spring season often came rain, so you had snagged an umbrella before you left. If it rained, great, if it didn’t, well then you’d be carrying an umbrella around for the rest of the day. Lucky for you, it was. Knowing Ryuji however, he more than likely won’t have one when he arrives… But seriously, where was he? You take a quick glance around the outside of Aoyama-Itchome Station before shifting your umbrella in your hand, getting ready to take out your phone so you could text him.

You don’t get a full word in before you hear Ryuji’s voice calling out to you.

“___!” You turn to see him jogging towards you and ducking for cover--because just as you guessed, he had no umbrella. “Sorry, slept in a bit.”

“Hah,” You shake your head. “Should’ve known. Well, let’s go, sleepyhead, don’t wanna be late. Get under.” You motion for Ryuji to follow you, hand raising the umbrella just a bit higher. You were on the taller side, so there wasn’t that big of a gap between Ryuji and you.

“Who’re you calling the sleepyhead?” Ryuji pokes your rib as he walks alongside you. “I’m not the one who sleeps over 9 hours on weekends--”

Ryuji’s voice cuts off as he sees something in front of him catch his attention, running ahead and leaving you in confusion. You turn your head in the direction he ran off towards, connections clicking in your head as you see Ann get in the car you both knew well as Kamoshida’s. Oh boy. You sigh. You had asked Ann on multiple occasions about Kamoshida, and if there was anything you could do to help, but she had refused countless times, saying she could handle it on her own, making you promise not to tell Shiho. This didn’t stop you from making up and excuse whenever you would see her being harassed in the school hallways, your method of “girl related things” or “family emergencies” more effective than Ryuji’s that tended to be on the aggressive side. As angry as you are at Kamoshita, the both of you needed to stay on campus; if passive aggressive words were all you could fight with, then so be it.

You jog after Ryuji, careful not to slip in your sneakers against the tiled floor as the car drives off before he could reach it. He passes by another student that seems to be seeking shelter from the rain, his hair and glasses already covering half of his face.

“Dammit...screw that pervy teacher.” Ryuji mutters as he slows to a stop. You follow not too far behind, bringing the umbrella up over his head again, slightly winded. Man, you hated exercise…

“Pervy teacher..?” The student mumbles, gaining the attention of the two of you.

“...What do you want?” Ryuji snaps at the boy, a scowl forming on his face, his classic “vulgar” expression. “You plannin’ on rattin’ me out to Kamoshida?”

“Kamoshida?” The boy calmly asks, slightly confused, phone in his hand moving as he does so.

“Huh?” Ryuji blinks back, now confused. “In that car just now. That was Kamoshida.” Ryuji looks away in irritation. “He does whatever the hell he wants. Who does he think he is--the king of a castle? Don’t you agree?”

“Which castle?” the boy inquires, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“Uh, it’s just a sayin’...” Ryuji trails off as you can’t help but chuckle some more. He pauses for a few seconds before speaking again. “...Wait, you don’t know Kamoshida?” he scoffs, scrutinizing the boy. “Are you for real? You’re from Shujin, right?”

“I think so.” the boy nods.

Hm… “Are you a transfer student?” you ask, peering silently at the boy. He nods as you zone in on his uniform coat. More specifically the ‘2’ on his collar. “Oh, you’re a second year too.”

Ryuji chuckles darkly. “Then no wonder you don’t know him.” You check your phone before notioning your head in the direction of the school.

“As great as this introduction is,” you drawl out sarcastically. “We should get going, I don’t want to be late.”

Ryuji lets out a huff of laughter before turning back to the boy. “This rain ain’t too bad. We better hurry up or we’ll be late.”

You all take a step to move before a wave of pain flashes against you. “Ngh!” You cry out, almost dropping your umbrella. It seems the boy and Ryuji had felt it too, hands both on their heads. You feel light-headed as Ryuji speaks.

“Are you okay?” he asks as you nod slowly. You ask him the same. “Yeah, I’m fine, my head just hurts.. Dammit… I wanna go home.” Ryuji sighs as you keep walking, the boy following silently a few steps behind you.

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You make your way through the backstreet shortcut you and Ryuji knew well, the walkways casted in a purple hue that was different that what you usually saw. Maybe it had something to do with that sudden head pain earlier…? You hoped the light-headedness you had felt wasn’t involved with it. You follow by Ryuji, stopping firmly in your tracks as you both gape in disbelief at what was supposed to be the school that was currently in front of you.

A giant castle stands tall in front of you, the skies and clouds around in casted in the same murky purple you had saw on the walk over.

“Um…?” you mumble, confused.

“We didn’t… come the wrong way though…” Ryuji speaks, looking behind him, the boy joining him. “Yeah, this should be right.” you all see the school sign in front.

“What’s going on here? I guess we’ll just have to go and ask.” Ryuji walks ahead as the boy follows him, you still stuck in place.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this… At all.” You state, taking tentative steps behind them as you follow, closing your umbrella.

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“Th-That’s weird… Where’s the school…?” Ryuji trails off.

“Did we make a wrong turn?” The boy pipes up.

“No,” You say firmly. “We didn’t. And there’s never been a castle in this town, this just doesn’t make sense.” You bring your arms around you. “Where are we?”

Ryuji pulls out his phone, his eyes widen. “Out of service..?” He puts it in his pocket. “The sign was for the school, right?” You nod. The boy vocalizes his agreement. “Right?! You saw it too!”

A sudden armored figure appears in front of you all, a creepy blue mask as it’s face, wielding a sword and a worn shield just as big as it. You take a step back.

“Geez, you scared me…” Ryuji mutters. “Who’re you? You a student?” Ryuji takes a few steps closer to the silent figure. “Ryuji…” you caution as he waves you off. “Man, your costume’s impressive… Is that armor real?”

The figure still doesn’t respond, moving up and down slightly as it stares down at all of you. Ryuji crosses his arms and leans on one leg. “C’mon, don’t just stand there. Say somethin’.”

“Ryuji.” you say more firmly, taking his arm as another one approaches you. “I think we should go.”

“...H-Hey, what;s goin’ on?” Ryuji questions.

“Is he school staff?” The boy asks. You turn to him with an exasperated sigh. “If they were, they would’ve said something already, don’t you think?”

“...This shit’s real.” Ryuji frowns. “We better run. Go!”

“Got it.” The boy nods.

You all break for the exit to no avail, more knights surrounding you.

“Ugh, what’s with these guys!?” Ryuji exclaims before he’s hit in the back by one of the knights. “Oww… Y-You’re gonna break my bones, dammit! The hell you think you’re--Aagh!”

“Ryuji!” you try to make your way to him before another knight does the same to you, the breath knocked out of you as you fall forward.

“Take them away!” you hear one of the knights say as your surroundings go black.

#ryuji sakamoto x reader #ryuji x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 #persona 5 fanfiction #peach writes

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