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kibblz-n-bitz · 6 months

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Putting On A Show

Summary: After liberating a country, you and Luffy have some "fun" in front of an audience.

8k words

Tags: Exhibitionism (obviously), multiple orgasms, squirting, a hint of humiliation, creampie, oral sex, penetrative sex, biting

I've worked so hard on this fic! I hope y'all enjoy (I know I did😉)

Laughter and joy filled the air. You let out a relieved sigh, turning to your captain sitting at the head of the table. Bandages littered his skin, reminders of their most recent battle. Despite them, he was laughing and clapping along to the music Brook was playing.

It was a fierce battle on some random island you and your crew had managed to stumble upon. Some powerful pirate had taken over the land, and the people on it lived in fear. It was only a matter of time before your captain decided to defeat the other pirate, just because someone had shown him charity (All it took was a little girl giving him a sandwich). The strawhats were all exhausted from the battle, but ready to relax with a banquet held in their name. You smiled to yourself as you looked around at your crewmates.

The king of the island approached your table. You were giggling and chatting with Nami about stealing when he cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the distracted pirates.

“I cannot express my gratitude enough,” He began, “I never would have thought that pirates would be the ones to liberate my country as they were also the ones to enslave it. Please, help yourself to as much food and drink as you’d like. There’s plenty to go around.”

“We will.” Zoro and Luffy said in unison.

“There is another matter I would like to discuss with your captain.” He cleared his throat once more, trying to get the attention of Luffy, who had his mouth stuffed with food in a matter of seconds. “Walk with me, if you will.”

“Can I take this with me?” Luffy picked up the biggest bowl of meat he could find. The king chuckled with a “but of course.”

The king left with your captain and his food in tow, and the strawhats went back to their own plates.

“What do you think that was all about? Seemed kinda serious.” Usopp noted as he brought some noodles into his mouth.

“Maybe he’s giving us some treasure as a gift!” Nami squealed, her eyes practically turning into Beri signs.

“Or perhaps he’s lured our captain away so he could kill him while nobody was around.” Robin said. Usopp shouted “that’s not funny!” as Chopper and Nami stared at her with a shocked expression.

“Gimme a break. You think that old bastard could take out our captain?” Zoro huffed as he took a swig of his drink. His cheeks were a bit flushed, as he was well onto his 18th cup of sake. “He’s probably just thanking Luffy or somethin’. Nothing our captain can’t handle.”

You leaned back in your chair. Despite everyone’s dismissive behavior, you really were curious as to what the two were discussing. Like Usopp pointed out, the king looked rather serious. But Zoro was right, if he was a threat then Luffy could definitely handle it. Your captain was reliable like that, and it was one of the many qualities you loved him for.

Your relationship with your captain was relatively new. You had joined the strawhat pirate crew after they had reunited in Sabaody. It was a funny coincidence, actually. At that time, you had heard many stories about Strawhat Luffy and his wild behavior. Of course, most of your information came from news articles, so naturally he was painted as a violent criminal, untamed and extremely dangerous (As if his bounty wasn’t intimidating enough). But, the first time you had ever laid eyes on him, he was running around with some big ass backpack on, and a mustache- a poor excuse for a disguise. The marines were around and he looked frantic, unintentionally drawing more and more attention to himself.

You rolled your eyes. Was this really the guy who declared war against the world government? The same guy who fought at Marineford? Really? You decided to take pity on the poor boy as he ran around the archipelago like a chicken without its head. When he ran past you, you quickly grabbed the bag he had on his back and used its weight to shove him into a nearby alley. Surprisingly, the alley was wide enough that the bag fit.

“What the hell are you doing?” You whisper-yelled. Luffy shook his head, as if he just now realized he was in an alley with you and not out in the open anymore.

“I’m looking for my crew. There’s too many marines out there. Stupid marines.” He huffed, crossing his arms. You fought the urge to laugh. He looked a little ridiculous with his disguise.

“You’re Monkey D. Luffy, right?”

“Yep. That’s me!” He grinned, before pausing and slapping his hands over his mouth. “I-I mean… Whoooo’re you talking about? I dunno that guy. He sounds kinda cool though.”

You laughed. He was such a terrible liar. It was almost… cute. The way he pursed his lips and refused to make eye contact as he pretended as if he didn’t blow his own cover a few seconds before.

“Don’t worry Luffy. I’m not gonna sell you out.” You snickered.

“Then why did ya help me?” He asked with a tilt of his head. You hummed to yourself, thinking. You weren’t entirely sure yourself. You just felt the need to help him when he was lost.

“I don’t know. I just figured you could use it. Your disguise is pretty shitty by the way,” You said as you stretched, considering your next words carefully. “I can… help you find your crew, if you’d like.”

The boy lit up. He jumped forward and grabbed your shoulders, his eyes shining like stars. You briefly regretted your decision, wondering if you’d made a mistake.

“REALLY? That would be great!!!! Thank you!” He practically shouted. You slapped a hand over his mouth as you noticed an officer nearby turn his head in your direction. There was no way in hell this boy could get around the archipelago by himself and not get caught.

“Could you at least try to be quiet? I’m doing you a favor here.” You chastised him and sighed, once again doubting your decision. “Do you know where you’re supposed to be meeting them?”

Luffy nodded and told you the grove he needed to be at. You weren’t too far away, but the minute you got closer to their ship Luffy took off, grabbing your hand and dragging you in the process. So much for leading him there, you grumbled to yourself in your head.

Once Luffy saw the Sunny he immediately catapulted himself towards it, taking you along with him. You didn’t expect him to take you with him. In fact, you weren’t even sure if Luffy was aware that he’d brought you along with him, because he never looked back once the Sunny came into view. You watched as his crew cried out and hugged him, feeling a bit out of place. You inched to the side of the ship, looking for a place to get off and back onto the ground.

“Luffy, who is that?” a voice called attention to you. You blushed and pushed yourself to the rails, nervous under the infamous pirates gazes. This is it, you panicked internally, they’re gonna think I’m an intruder and try to kill me. Images of news stories warning of crew members like the hunter Roronoa Zoro and Nico Robin flooded your mind, and you swallowed. Your mouth was dry.

“That’s my friend! She’s the one who helped me get here actually.” Luffy chirped, running to stand next to you. The boy snickered, “If it weren’t for her, I would’ve been caught by the marines!”

“Okay, what’s her name?” Zoro asked, arms crossed and heads tossed to the side. God, he was fucking scary. Sporting a scarred eye and bulging muscles.

“It’s… uh...” Luffy trailed off, hand to his chin. He turned to you. “What’s ya name again?”

“STOP BRINGING RANDOM PEOPLE YOU DON’T KNOW THE NAMES OF ONTO THE SHIP!” Nami barked as she conked her captain on the head.

“It’s… Y/N. I didn’t know that I’d be meeting you all here, I just saw Luffy and it seemed like he needed my help, so…” You trailed off, unsure of yourself. You cursed yourself mentally. I’m making myself sound like a wet napkin, you groaned mentally.

“Y/N!!! Welcome to my crew!” Luffy laughed and slapped a hand onto your back. You choked on your spit. What the fuck did he just say?

“LUFFY!” The entire group shouted in unison.

“Whaat? It’s no big deal. She’s really strong!” That much was true. You spent your days as an assassin and that required a lot of training. Luffy huffed and crossed his arms. “And anyways, I’m the captain and I want her on my crew!”

“Luffy, did you even ask her if she wants to join? She looks uncomfortable.” Nami let out a frustrated sigh, bringing a hand to her temples. “I have to apologize for my captain Y/N. He can be a selfish, reckless idiot most of the time. Would you like to join us?”

You smiled. Of course he was. But the more time you spent with him, the more you felt drawn to him. He had some sort of boyish charm, wild and carefree. He inspired you, and you felt disappointed at the thought of leaving him and going back to your boring, repetitive life.

You looked at Luffy and met his gaze. He grinned at you. Maybe joining him was a good idea. Was it crazy to want adventure in your life? You weren’t sure, but you wanted to find out. Turning back to Nami, you nodded with a surge of confidence.

Smiling to yourself, you remembered your days with Luffy. You were both drawn to each other, and the crew noticed immediately. It didn’t take long for you to warm up to the crew either. They all loved you the way you loved them. And it didn’t hurt that you were quite attractive. Curvy and soft, you loved the way you looked and it was safe to say that others did too.

You were lost in thought when Luffy roamed back to the table, without the bowl. He had a weird look on his face, like he was thinking really hard about something. That was definitely a first for Luffy.

“Something the matter, buddy?” Franky asked. “What’d that old geezer want with ya anyway?”

“He told me somethin’ about me and Y/N,” He said as he scooped food onto a brand new plate. No clue where he even got it from. Your brow raised. “He said somethin’ ‘bout a tradition ceremony or somethin’. Has to do with me and her. He said there was free food! And treasure after the event ceremony thing!”

Nami squealed, fist bumping the air. You were still confused. “What event, Luffy? And what do we have to do with it?”

“Somfin abou a…” Luffy swallowed the food in his mouth he was trying to speak around. “Constipation… in front of an audience I think? He said it’s s’posed to be really fun for us though.”

Your face scrunched, you were even more confused than before. The rest of the crew looked at each other, equally as confused. They knew their captain gravely misunderstood something important the king had said, and it was up to them to decipher what he meant. They sat in silence for a minute before the king once again approached the table.

“Before those pirates had taken over our village, we had a tradition during banquets like these. A couple chosen for the night would feast, consummate in front of an audience, and be rewarded with riches and good fortune afterward.”

In a matter of seconds, Sanji spit the wine he was taking a sip of onto Zoro. You choked on your own saliva and, at the same time as Nami, cried out “WHAT?” Usopp flushed and Robin did as well, she brought a hand to her mouth with an almost scandalized gasp. Luffy looked around, confused.

“Huh? What? What does that mean?” Luffy asked with a tilt to his head.

“Forget it! They’re not gonna do some weird sex show for you damn perverts!” Nami yelled, pointing at the king. His expression remained the same- a kind, seemingly warm smile.

“Oh it is certainly more than that. It is an act our ancestors have honored for a very long time. It is to honor the couple, to bring them good fortune. We see it as a tribute of sorts.” He tried to explain.

“Waow! Didn’t know this island was full of perverts.” Franky chuckled with approval.

“Well, it’s kinda too late to say no now, ‘cause I already agreed to it.” Luffy shrugged before shoving more food into his mouth. Your mouth went dry as another wave of shock passed over the group.

“YOU IDIOT!” Nami hollered at her captain. “Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself? Think about Y/N! What if she doesn’t want to do this?”

Luffy blinked, then turned to you. He hadn’t thought about that. Luffy didn’t really care whether or not people saw the two of you together. The captain lived without an ounce of shame in his body, so the prospect of food, sex with you, and treasure sounded like a really good idea. But the way you were staring down at the table told him you didn’t think so.

You were silent for a minute as the crew argued with each other. Looking up at the king, you asked, “How much treasure?”

The crew went silent as they waited for the king’s response.

“We have lots of gold and riches left from the old pirates.” The king stroked his beard in thought. “And since you’ve helped our kingdom, we are willing to give you half.”

Nami’s jaw dropped. She whipped her head to you, and you felt you knew what she was going to say. But instead, she sighed.

“Y/N… you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She reminded you as she placed her hands on your shoulders. The navigator sat back down in her seat beside you as you stared at your plate once again, thinking. You could feel the crews’ eyes on you, waiting for your decision.

You mentally weighed the pros and cons of actually going through with this. On one hand, you were a little embarrassed at the thought of showing such an intimate part of yourself to a bunch of strangers. But on the other, more convincing hand, there was a really big reward at the end. It’s not like you were going to see these people again anyways. Was an hour or two of getting plowed by your boyfriend in front of a crowd worth it for millions or beris worth of treasure?

Yes, you decided, it was.

“I’ll do it.” You turned to the king. He nodded with the same smile on his face as before.

“Very well. I will make preparations at once. Our servants will fetch you when the time is right.” With that, the king had left the room.

An awkward silence momentarily fell over the group. Usopp and Sanji stared at you with mouths wide, in shock. Nami was also surprised, if the look on her face said anything about it.

“Didn’t take you for a pervert either, Y/N!” Franky said with a chuckle.

“Y/N… are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you don’t want to… we’d all understand if you called this off.” Nami reached over to grab your hand, concern etched onto her face. “Don’t do this just for us.”

“Trust me, I’m not.” You reassured Nami and held her hand. “And I’m not a pervert either, Franky. I just figured that if Luffy doesn’t care, then why should I? It’s not like we’ll be visiting this island again. And besides- we’re pirates! I’d be damned if I’m letting all that treasure go to waste.”

“Well, if you say so. Just don’t say we didn’t warn you.” Usopp shrugged, his face a little flushed.

“Hm? What do you mean, Usopp?” You placed your chin on your hand and leaned forward a bit, a shit-eating grin crawling onto your face. You narrowed your eyes at him across the table. “You wanna watch?”

You laughed when he screamed, a flush blooming onto his face. He sputtered and the others joked around, falling back into their casual banter. You watched them resume their old conversation when you felt a hand lace through yours. You smiled, knowing it was Luffy. He was physically affectionate, and loved holding your hand whenever he could.

“‘M sorry I didn’t ask ya first.” Luffy said as he finished off his 4th plate. That boy could eat.

“It’s okay. Besides, this should be fun, right?” You nudged him with your shoulder, giggling at his wide grin. He nodded eagerly.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, hands clammy and body cold. You were nervous, now that ceremony was moments away.

Earlier, two maids came to collect you from where you were sitting with your crew. There was a small preparation ritual you needed to go through, they explained. They led you to some sort of spa-room, with various amounts of fruits and pastries on a table in one corner. They encouraged you to help yourself and relax. You took a warm bath, with sweet scented herbs wafting through the air and petals in the tub. After you had climbed out, there was clothing laid out for you. A white silk feathered robe, one that hugged your curves and felt smooth against your skin. Nothing else.

I guess they want us to get straight to the point, you thought to yourself. You rolled your shoulders, trying to shake the anxiety out of your bones. You wished Luffy were with you. He’d kiss your fears away and tell you that you’d be fine. He’d help you get out of your head and live in the moment. But he wasn’t here. The royal servants had you two prepare yourselves in separate rooms. A soft smile spread across your face as you thought of Luffy, who had probably eaten all the treats laid out for him and asked for more.

Sitting on a cushy loveseat, you ate some fruit and anxiously awaited the servants’ return. Waiting like this would kill you, but it wasn’t like you could leave and find your boyfriend yourself. You would just have to sit here, just you and your brain, and wait to be called so you could have sex in front of a crowd. No big deal.

A soft knock on the door saved you from your spiraling thoughts. The servant from before peeked her head through it. “Ms. L/N? The ceremony is ready for you now.”

They led you down a strange and looming hallway. You tried to psych yourself up. It worked at first, but started to lose its effect the more you walked.

“Y/N? HEEEEY!” You heard a shout from behind you. You didn’t get the chance to turn before a weight collided with your back, pushing you forward. Steadying yourself, you reached an arm back to pet through the soft, jet-black hair you knew you’d find.

“Hi Luffy.” You smiled. You could feel your anxiety melting away in his presence. You could feel the warmth of his smile as he tightened his arms around you and nuzzled into the back of your neck. This is what you loved about him. The way he was able to calm your nerves and make you feel so safe and warm just by being near him. “You excited?”

“Hmm? For what?” Luffy unraveled himself off of you so he could lace your fingers together. The two of you kept walking, following the royal servants. They claimed you two were nearing the ceremony’s auditorium. You raised an eyebrow at Luffy before realization dawned across his face. “Oh! That?” he shrugged, “I dunno. I’m more excited about bein’ with ya. I don’t really care if people see us, so it doesn’t make much of a difference to me.”

You blushed at Luffy’s boldness, but you had expected an answer like that from someone like him. With a squeeze of his hand, the two of you approached two large doors.

“Beyond these doors is the entrance to the stage, where you two will be conducting the ceremony. We wish you the best of luck and we thank you for all that you have done for us.” The servants bowed their heads and opened the doors.

You and Luffy looked at each other and you took a deep breath before nodding and stepping through them together.

You and him walked onto a stage. A large bed was placed in the middle of it. White sheets, a couple pillows, and a small nightstand with two water bottles were the only things there. You swallowed, mouth dry. You heard a few cheers as the two of you made your way to the bed. Luffy looked at you. He had a feeling you might be nervous, so he squeezed your hand before lifting his other to your face and pulling you in. His lips met yours. It was… surprisingly gentle. Normally Luffy is fueled by passion lit deep in his stomach. But when his face pressed against yours, he was sweet and soft.

“Don’t think about them,” He murmured against your lips when he pulled back. He brought the hand that held yours to the other side of your face, cradling your head between his palms. He felt so warm. “Just focus on me, yeah?”

You nodded and sighed into his mouth when he pulled you in once more. You were so wrapped up in your lips moving against Luffy’s you didn’t notice you were moving, until Luffy pulled away to sit back on the bed. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He pulled his hat from where it hung against his collarbone to place it on the bed. His garments were similar to yours in that they were silky white, but he only wore baggy parachute pants held up with a drawstring. You assumed he was also bare underneath, if his half hard length had anything to say about it. You whined into his mouth as you straddled him, one hand buried in his soft jet-black hair. The other trailed down his neck and over the X-shaped scar on his chest. Luffy gasped into your mouth, his scar tissue sensitive. His hands tightened on your waist and he pushed you onto him, trying to garner a bit of friction against his rapidly hardening member.

“F-fuck, Y/N…” It was Luffy’s turn to sigh into your mouth. With a shudder, he brought up a hand to undo the belt that held your robe closed. When it fell open, Luffy grabbed your waist- underneath the robe this time. You whimpered when his hand gripped your flesh and squeezed, his palms igniting fires against your skin. When he went to pull the robe off of you, you stopped him.

“Not yet.” You whispered against his lips when he tilted his head at you in confusion. He seemingly understood because he went back to wrestling his tongue with yours, your kisses becoming more and more heated as time passed. You swayed your hips against his, reveling in the whine that escaped from Luffy’s mouth. He seemed to get a little more restless, because he suddenly stood, giggling when you gasped against him. He turned around with you in his arms, before tossing you onto the bed. You yelped.

“L-Luffy!” You looked at him, scandalized. Luffy shrugged it off with a laugh, kicking off his sandals and crawling after you. He had a dark look in his eyes as he situated himself between your legs. The two of you laid together on the bed with your sides facing the audience. You figured Luffy did it this way so you wouldn’t have to face them directly, and your heart swelled with love for the man in front of you. He could be considerate when it really mattered, and it made moments like these all the more special. Your hand twisted into his hair and pulled him back down to you. He groaned into your mouth and rutted his hips into yours. He was hard, painfully so, and you wanted to help him the way you knew how. You locked your legs and rolled him over. He grunted in surprise at the position change, blinking up at you with wide eyes. You pressed a kiss to his lips playfully and pulled back to sit on top of him.

“Let me take care of you right now, m’kay?” You leaned back down and pressed kisses to his neck. Luffy groaned, head falling back against the pillow. His breath came quicker as you trailed kisses down his chest, pausing momentarily to suck on a nipple, before continuing downward. He was full on panting by the time you reached his navel. “Luffy… Look at me. Watch me.”

He brought his head up from the pillow and blinked his eyes open to watch you. You pulled back momentarily to undo the drawstring of his pants. You slid the silk down his hips, eyeing down his length as it slapped against his lower belly. He pushed himself up onto his hands to watch you move your hair out of your face and grip his length, hissing through his teeth as you gave it a few pumps. You brought it to your mouth and kissed the tip sweetly, before locking eyes with your captain again and dragging your tongue up the underside of his dick. He hissed as you traced the vein running along his dick, and grunted when you finally sealed your lips around his tip

“Fhh- Y/N… stop teasing,” Luffy whined, his hips squirming to try and get you to take more into your mouth. You grinned as much as you could and pushed his hips down against the bed. Deciding to have mercy on the poor boy, you tightened your lips around him and sucked gently, taking him deeper into your mouth. He groaned as he watched you bring a hand to stroke his dick, using your spit to help your hand glide easier. You whined at the feeling of his weight on your tongue, bobbing your head. Luffy was shaking, bringing a hand to card through your hair. You could tell he was trying to be patient and not fuck your throat the way he wanted to, so you decided to reward him by swallowing him deeper. He let out a cry before whimpering, “C-can I? Please?”

“Please what, Luffy?” You pulled off of his dick with a pop and stroked him as you waited for him to answer. He squirmed and whimpered as you gripped him tighter. “Use your words.”

Luffy let out an exasperated sigh as he held your face, forcing you to look at him. “Can I fuck your throat? Please?”

You hummed and nodded, kissing his tip before opening your mouth, the flat of your tongue pressing against the underside of his dick. Looking up at Luffy, the two of you locked eyes as you sucked him deeper, deeper down your throat until your nose nestled in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned as his hand tightened in your hair, holding your head in place. His hips ground against your face. Drool spilled out of the sides of your mouth, your chin sloppy and messy. You tried to hold your breath as your throat constricted around his cock. When he finally loosened his grip on your hair, you pulled back to catch your breath. You didn’t take too long though, because after a moment you dove forward again, pushing yourself past the tears that slid down your cheeks. You hummed as Luffy used his hold on you to build up a steady rhythm, alternating between bobbing you up and down his length and stuffing himself down your throat.

Luffy was panting and whining, and you could tell he was close before he stuttered the warning to you. This made you double your efforts, sucking him down and swirling your tongue around his cock. Luffy let out a broken moan, and that was all the warning you got before he pushed you as far as he could go. You held yourself still as he released down your throat, swallowing as much as you could. Luffy always came a lot, so even when he released you and you pulled back you still had enough cum in your mouth keeping it full. You blinked up at him through teary lashes and swallowed, panting and finally taking the chance to catch your breath. Fuck, you looked absolutely wrecked. Teary-eyed, flushed, and face covered in drool and cum, you sat back on your haunches. At some point, your robe had slipped off your shoulders, revealing your gasping chest.

“Fuck Y/N.” Luffy cursed as he pulled you in for a kiss. “Ya felt. So. Fucking. Good.” He gasped in between kisses. You whimpered into his mouth, shrugging the rest of the robe off and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hand found your waist as the other cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You loved his hands. They left scorching trails in their wake, seemingly lighting up your body from the inside out. You wanted him so badly, the crowd of people watching you far from your mind. Your thoughts quickly vanished from your mind when Luffy swiped a finger through your folds, sighing at how wet he found you. He kissed down your neck as he slipped a finger inside of you. You sighed and humped his hand, twisting a hand into his hair. He smirked from where he was sucking a mark into your neck. He surprised you again by picking you up and turning around, laying you against the pillows.

“My turn!” He chirped against your lips as he began kissing down your body. He stopped to leave a few love bites, sucking on your neck and collar. When he reached your chest, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, bringing up a hand to play with the other. His other hand dove lower. You whined, squirming as he toyed with your clit and pinched your nipple at the same time. He kissed and nipped at your chest, delighting in the marks he left behind. He gave equal attention to your other breast before continuing his descent, groping and squeezing your body. He loved how soft you were. It made you really fun to cuddle and he loved the bruises his fingers would leave behind from grabbing your hips too tightly. He looked up at you when he finally reached your dripping cunt. He moved your legs to rest over his shoulders as he pressed kisses to your plush thighs. Using his hold on your legs, he spread them a little more, smiling as he gazed down at your wet pussy. He licked his lips, suddenly giddy. “Ready?”

He didn’t wait for your answer before he ran his tongue through your folds. Your gasp turned into a whimper as his tongue lapped over you more, flicking your clit. He groaned into your cunt at your taste on his tongue. Luffy continued with his languid swipes before pushing his tongue a little deeper, ducking past your entrance. This is where his devil fruit came in handy! His tongue stretched into you, flicking at your walls before retreating, only to repeat a mere second later. Your hips twitched and you whined out into the air before gasping for breath. Your hand reached down to run a hand into Luffy’s hair. The other grasped the pillow. Luffy looked up at you as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into you, playfulness shining in his eyes at your reaction. You moaned and writhed against him out of your mind with pleasure.

“M-more… Luffy,” You mewled as you clenched around his tongue. He switched up, pulling his tongue out of you and replacing it with his fingers. He huffed against your cunt, taking a moment to catch his breath. It didn’t last long though, because soon enough he nosed his way forward, sealing his lips around your clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth as he dipped two fingers inside of you. Slick, wet noises filled the air. You cried out and writhed against him, causing Luffy to grunt and use his grip on your waist to pin you to the bed. “‘M so close Luffy please.”

You were mindless. Rolling your hips against his face, chasing your peak. It was clumsy but slow, with no real rhythm, but growing greedier by the minute. Your thighs began to quiver around Luffy’s head. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, as he doubled down on his efforts. He alternated between slow and fast licks against your clit, while stretching his fingers to reach and curl deep within you.

“Mmf- Fuck! Luffy,” You gasped, voice wobbling. “I’m s- hnngh… S-so close I- haah… I’m gon-na -!”

Your hips lifted off of the bed, trying to twist out of Luffy’s grasp. He lifted your lower body up a little in his arms, mouth still slotted against your folds. This way you couldn’t hide from the overwhelming pleasure electrocuting your body. You often fought for your orgasms, but Luffy refused to let this one go. He held you tight as you moaned his name. A groan vibrated against your pussy as your release flooded his mouth. You gave up your thrashing, body bouncing a little as you slumped against the mattress. You moaned as you rode out your orgasm on Luffy’s tongue. He kept his mouth on you until you were twitched from oversensitivity. Running a hand through his hair, you gently pulled him away from your shaky thighs and spasming cunt.

This boy was a mess. Your fluids covered the lower half of his face, glistening against the lights shining onto the stage. His jet-black hair was tousled from your pulling. He smiled at you as if it were just the two of you, seemingly ignoring the cum dripping off of his chin.

“Y’taste so good Y/N,” Luffy pulled your face forward for a sloppy kiss. You whined at your taste on his tongue. He shuffled forward a bit before pushing you back against the bed. Before he threw himself onto you Luffy slid a pillow under your hips. Your legs slotted against his hips as he made himself comfortable on top of you. “I wanna… be inside of ya so bad… Can I?” He whimpered in between kisses.

You hummed, cradling his face in your palms as you pressed light kisses all over his face. He giggled before burying his face into your neck, his hips rutting against you. Like some kind of mutt, all slobber and excitement as he humped against your folds. You chuckled before shifting a little, angling your hips towards Luffy. You pulled him away from your neck and kissed him deeply. He seemed to get the message. Luffy lined himself up before pulling away from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your mouths together. He looked down to watch himself push his way inside of you. You threw your head back and whined at the feeling of him filling you up.

A hiss turned into a groan as he finally bottomed out inside of you, pubic bone pressed against yours. His dick was long and thick, and he stretched out using his devil fruit powers, growing til his tip kissed your cervix. You expected him to start fucking you right away like he normally did. But when he didn’t, you blinked your eyes open and looked up at him in confusion. He smiled at you lazily and looked down to where the two of you were connected. You tried to grind down on him, to gain some sort of friction, but he used his body weight to pin you to the bed.

“Wh- Luffy?” You gazed at him, confused. “What are you-”

“How bad do ya want it?”

…

“What?” You blinked at him, not believing what you’d heard.

“I said,” Luffy leaned forward, eyes dark and flickering with mischief. “How bad do ya want it?”

“Luffy, don’t do this, please. Not now,” You pleaded. “I can’t, it’s s-so embarrassing.” You seemed to remember now. You were in front of an audience. One that was eerily quiet, might you add. Your face burned with shame. He wouldn’t make you beg in front of them, would he? You shuddered, slowly turning your head to the audie-

A rough hand grabbed your face, turning you back to look at the man currently inside you.

“Don’t.” He growled. “Look at me and tell me what you want.” He ground his hips into yours for emphasis, delighting in your needy mewls.

You sniffled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. God, of all the times to tap into his possessive, demanding side, he had to choose now. What happened to the sweet, docile Luffy who begged to put his hands on you? The boy who was happy just using your mouth? You couldn’t find him in this suddenly commanding man, who twitched inside of you at your distress. It wasn’t often he got like this, all assertive and dominant, but when he did you basked in his authority. He always fucked you a little bit deeper, a little bit harder when he was in this mood. You were happy to indulge him, to beg and submit to his every whim.

But not like this.

This was humiliating.

You whined and squirmed as you thought over your next words carefully. You decided to beg for mercy once more.

“I-I can’t.”

“Fine, I guess ya don’t want it.” Luffy sighed discontentedly. He pulled away from you, shifting to pull himself out of you before you stopped him. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him back in with a small yelp. Your hands gripped his arms caged around you. Luffy looked down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Please, captain…” you sniffled, tears of frustration spilling down your face as humiliation boiled within your veins. But you couldn’t deny the way you clenched down on Luffy as your resolve crumbled into pieces. “Please fuck me. Cum deep inside of me, please. Please. I need it so badly, fuck.”

He blinked at you.

“Fuck. Fuck! I need you to f-fuck me, captain. Please.” You sobbed, writhing on his dick. Luffy laughed, shifting on his knees and hooking his elbows into the crook of your legs. His trademark grin beamed down at you as shivers wracked your body.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Luffy snickered. He wouldn’t call himself a sadist, but he did find you crying and begging for him to fuck you kind of funny. “Okay, okay, fine. I gotcha.”

With that, he drove his hips forward. Luffy grunted as you clenched around him, your walls so warm and wet. His length hammered away at that spot inside of you, blurring your vision. You moaned, head rolling back against the pillow. He felt so fucking good. Your mind short-circuited and you couldn’t focus on anything other than Luffy’s length pounding you. With a loud groan, Luffy looked down to where you two were connected. He watched his cock pump in and out of you at an erratic pace. His mouth hung open, drool dripping down his chin and onto your belly.

That’s when he saw it.

When he’d bottom out, a slight bulge would poke out of your lower abdomen. He wanted to see it again. He pushed into you as deep as he could, staring down your body as your back arched off the mattress. Luffy gasped and sat up a little more, lifting your hips with his hands. He used his hold on you to thrust deeper, harder, his tip knocking against the walls of your with each thrust.

“Ngh- Look, Y/N…” Luffy grunted and whined as you lifted your head, almost delirious but willing to obey him. “You can-ah! You can see me inside ‘f ya.”

You watched as he fucked you like an animal, desperate to bury himself within the deepest parts of your body. Your hands scrambled for purchase against the bedsheets, your eyes squeezing shut as you cried out into the air. Just when you thought things couldn’t get any more overwhelming, your captain pressed the palm of his hand on your tummy, feeling himself slide in and out of you.

You couldn’t speak. Your body was alight with pleasure, and you felt your peak rapidly approaching. The coil wound deep inside of you tightened. But this orgasm felt a little… different. You could feel the waves of pleasure intensify, like a dam fit to burst.

“L-Luffy I’m-” You were unable to finish your sentence, his length knocking into you just right. You practically screamed and threw your head back as you finally let go. Pleasure ripped through you like a tsunami, your vision spotting, hearing nothing but the pounding of blood in your ears.

You heard it before you saw it. Your release squirting out against Luffy’s abdomen as he fucks you through it. Loud, wet squelches filled the air, mixing with the sound of your cries and Luffy’s groans. Luffy let out a loud moan, dropping to his forearms and hovering over you. He slowed down a little, opting for grinding his hips into you to catch his breath.

“Fuck Y/N… You’ve never… mnhh- done that before.” Luffy heaved, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. You had squeezed so impossibly tight around you when you came, and even now your pussy flutters with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, petting his hair.

“Luffyy…” You whined, your words slurring together. You warbled something about feeling good before kissing his neck. Everything else had faded away. All you could see, think, feel was him and how good he was making you feel. You wrapped your legs around him, caging him in. Luffy’s moans and whines rose in pitch.

“Y/N! I- hff- ‘m gonna-!” Luffy ducked his head into the crook of your shoulder and moaned, hips stuttering as he came. You moaned at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up. Luffy pushed in as deep as he could go and stayed there. He always preferred being deep inside of you whenever he came. He didn’t care about getting you pregnant, but he loved the way you twitched and whined whenever he came inside of you. With a sigh, he peeled himself away from you, sitting back to admire the mess between your bodies. He laughed.

“Wow, look at the mess ya made!” Luffy snickered. You pushed yourself onto your elbows, face flushed. You’ve never cum so hard before, and you hadn’t even realized you’d squirted until you saw the damage. Luffy’s abdomen and thighs glistened with your cum. His cum dripped from your cunt onto the soaked bed sheets beneath you. Luffy snickered, then brought a hand to grip your thigh. Using his hold on you, he flipped you over onto your stomach. You yelped and shot a confused look over your shoulder. “What? ‘M not done with ya just yet.”

His hands gripped your hips, pulling them upward, your back bowing into an arch. Luffy groped at your ass as he watched the last of his cum ooze out of your cunt. He didn’t like that, so he collected the fluid that threatened to drip down your thighs and pushed it back into you.

“L-Luffy! Just get on with it already!”

“Shishishishi! Sorry Y/N. I jus’ can’t help but play with ya.”

You yelped once more as you felt a hand collide harshly with your ass. Your head whipped around to look at him over your shoulder, face flushed.

“Wh-what the hell was that for?!”

Luffy shrugged with a snicker. “Dunno, just felt like it.”

“Well, give me a warning the next time you decide t- aahn!”

Luffy interrupted you by pushing inside of you in one swift movement. He shifted forward on his knees, leaning forward and nipping at your ear.

“Sorry, were ya sayin’ somethin’?”

He began to pump in and out of you, hard and deep. This position made it easier to hit the deepest parts of you, tip of his cock knocking against your cervix with each thrust. Fuck, any semblance of coherence you held onto slipped from your mind, Luffy’s cock fucking you dumb. You drooled onto the pillow beneath you, moans flowing freely from your open mouth. Luffy whined, driving into you faster. His hips snapped against your ass.

You squirmed and whined as his length pounded away at your g-spot. Your thighs quake, you can feel yourself fluttering around his length. You were reaching another orgasm rapidly, trying to stop it or slow down was futile. Luffy was going to fuck you through your orgasm whether you liked it or not. The repeated stimulation against your cervix and the barely-there stimulation of his balls slapping against your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Hff- I can feel ya tightening up ‘round me like a fuckin’ vice, baby.” Luffy groaned, his words breathy. He angled his hips, rolling his hips, trying to get you to cum. His arm reached around you, index finger circling your clit. You cried out and clenched down on Luffy. He moaned and you came, gushing around his cock. It wasn’t as intense as your last orgasm, but that didn’t make it any less euphoric. Fireworks danced behind your eyelids as you trembled and cried out in mindless pleasure.

“Atta girl!” Luffy huffed. Your thighs quivered and gave out, crumbling against the bed. Luffy fell with you, sweaty chest pressed against your back. He slowed down, letting you catch your breath for a moment, but still wanting to stimulate himself. He nipped at your ear. “S-so fuckin good f’me baby… Gimme one more, please?”

“Luffyyy,” you whined, words slurring together. Talking was no easy feat. Your tongue felt thick and too heavy to move. Your vision blurred and your face was wet from the tears staining your cheeks. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could cum again. It’s not like the drag of his cock through your oversensitive walls was helping you, either. “I dunno… ‘f I can- nnh.”

“C’mon princess, please? For me?” He pressed fleeting kisses against the side of your face and neck, desperate to feel you squeeze him tightly again. Your cunt fluttered and he groaned, wanting so badly to resume his previous pace. But not without your permission. “Please, please?”

Bringing your arms to hold the pillow underneath you, you ground your hips back against your boyfriend. Your nerves alight with oversensitivity, you moaned and squirmed on his cock. It was hard to speak, but you tried your best to show him that you were willing to try, were giving him permission to fuck another orgasm out of you. Luffy seemed to take the hint. He let out a soft chuckle and kissed your face tenderly, he was so in love with you. Nibbling at your ear, he sped up, thighs clapping against your ass. The sound of him fucking you mixed with his overstimulated whimpers in your ear made you whine and clench down on his cock.

Luffy brought a hand underneath you to rub at your clit, delighting in the way you cried and writhed on his length. You were close, still basking in the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, he just needed something to push you over that edge and into euphoria. A lightbulb went off in his head at the same time that you fluttered around him. He just needed to press on you the way he did before, right? The heel of his palm pushed against your lower abdomen as his middle finger stretched to stay pressed to your clit. It was an awkward angle, but he was determined to have you gush all over him like you did before. You sobbed, practically screaming as your hips bucked, but you had nowhere to go since his hips kept you smothered against his hand and the bed. Your mind went completely blank. Stars burst behind your eyelids.

“LUFFY! ‘M ssoohmygod ‘m gonna cum- ‘mgonnacumsofuckingh-”

Your legs kicked out as you squirted once more, your screams muffled against the pillow you bit into. Luffy was at the end of his rope. He kept fucking into you, your orgasm bringing him to his own. He bit down on your neck as he came, buried as deep inside of you as he could go. He growled as his cock throbbed and pumped wave after wave of his seed into you. Your forehead pressed against the pillow you had scooped into your arms, gasping for breath. Mentally, you were blissed out. Warmth spread through every part of your body, tingling with pleasure. Your thighs trembled even as you came down from your orgasm.

Luffy was in a similar state. He slumped against you, chest heaving. His hands caressed the sides of your body as he came down from his orgasm. He licked at the deep bite mark he left on your neck. It wasn’t deep enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to leave a mark for the next few days, a week if he was lucky. Knowing that you’d be walking around with a mark left by him made his dick throb.

“You okay, baby?” He whispers in your ear, hand rubbing at your back soothingly. You gurgle a response, physically incapable of forming words while you were still coming down. Luffy chest vibrates from where he’s pressed against you as he chuckles. When he pulls away from you, you whine at the loss of his warmth. You’re finally starting to regain consciousness, though your words are slurred. “Luffy… ‘m tired.”

“Aww, are ya? I can take ya back to the ship if ya want.” Luffy sat up, drinking some of the water that was sitting on the table next to the bed. You seem to perk up at that, and he grins, setting the water back down before rolling off the bed. You seemed to forget about the crowd watching you, and though Luffy was aware of their watchful eyes he couldn’t bring himself to care. He picked up his hat from where it’d fallen onto the stage, placing it back onto his head. He didn’t bother with the pants. He nudged you to sit up, as you already started drifting off to sleep. “C’mon, Y/N. Sit up fa me.”

Luffy pulled you into his arms, lifting you up off the bed. You grumbled and wrapped your arms and legs around him, not unlike a koala. He giggled as you buried your face into his neck. He knew that when you woke up you’d probably flush with embarrassment at your lack of self-awareness, but he didn’t mind. You were so cute when you were all flustered. Even now, the way you drooled a little bit onto his shoulder was adorable. Luffy sighed with content as he carried you through the doors exiting the stage and down the hallway.

The captain of the strawhat pirates was so in love with you it even startled him sometimes. The way you kept a level head when he was flying off of the handle. You helped rein him in without smothering him or cramping on his way of life. You balance him out. His heart did little jumping jacks when he met you, and the minute you offered to help him he knew he had to have you on his crew. So he didn’t mind carrying you all the way back to the ship, not at all. You were his, and he’d carry you for miles if it meant he could wake up next to you in the morning.

Thanks for reading! I may include an epilogue (or a part two) if I feel like it >w<

#luffy smut #luffy x reader #luffy x you #one piece smut #kibbles bits #i wrote this when i was ovulating btw idk if u can tell #i'm not an exhibitionist i swear #(maybe?)

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steddieasitgoes · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 15 Prompt: Spread Holiday Cheer

Tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Christmas Fluff, Sending Holiday Cards, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington

wc: 1554 | Rating: G

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Eddie’s perched on the kitchen counter, two fingers deep in a jar of peanut butter when the front door creaks open and shut. Barefoot patter across the reclaimed wood floor until Steve appears in the doorway. He has a stack of mail tucked under his arm. An open card clutched between his hands.

“Did Dustin tell us Suzie was pregnant again?” Steve asks. He swats Eddie off the counter as he walks to the corner they’ve designated for unopened mail. Dropping the mail on the stack of overflowing flyers and magazines they’ve yet to get through, he squints at the card in his hands.

“I talked to him yesterday and he didn’t mention anything,” Eddie mumbles, mouth full of peanut butter. “Why?”

“She definitely looks pregnant.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie chastises as he winds the lid of the peanut butter back on the jar. “You can’t assume she’s pregnant just because she looks a little…”

The words fizzle out as he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. His eyes take in the Christmas card in his hands. Henderson’s are always his favorite. The boy’s always had a thing for dramatics, something that hasn’t waned with age. Or the growing brood of kids he’s acquiring.

This year's card is Star Wars-themed. Dustin dressed as Han and Suzie in Leia’s white costume. Their oldest son is Luke, lightsaber held high. The twins in homemade R2D2 and C-3Po costumes.

The youngest has been painted green, channeling Yoda if Eddie had to guess. And of course, their dog rounds out the eccentric bunch in a homemade Chewbacca costume.

One glance at Suzie’s growing belly, stretching the fabric of Leia’s dress is all it takes for Eddie to confirm Steve’s suspicions. The message at the bottom of the card also helps.

“You really should read these with your glasses on,” Eddie teases, fingers reaching over Steve to tap at the message printed at the bottom. “Says here their “galaxy” is growing in spring.”

“Christ,” Steve says, shaking his head. “He’s building a damn sports team over there.”

Eddie snorts. “More like a D&D group. They’re going to be the Von Trapps of the Dungeons and Dragons world one day.”

With a snort of his own, Steve shakes Eddie off of him and crosses the room to their fridge. It’s not uncommon for the yellowing white door to be flooded with messages and cards, but it’s ten times worse during December. Eddie can barely get into the freezer without a card or two falling, taking their magnets with them.

Still, Steve doesn’t let the cluttered fridge stop him from hanging Dustin’s card up there amongst the rest. Eddie watches as he takes a step back, hands coming to rest on his hips as he admires the holiday spread in front of him.

Dustin’s card sits towards the top, sandwiched between one from the Sinclairs — a back shot of Lucas, Max, and their daughter Ellie hand in hand on a beach in California — and one from the Byers-Hoppers — Hop and Joyce sat in their matching rocking chairs on their porch with dopey smiles on their faces as they look out on their hoard of grandkids.

There’s a card from the Wheeler-Byers, too — a caricature of their family, the boys, and their army of dogs no doubt drawn by Will himself. It sits beside the one from El and Erica, a joint holiday postcard from Italy where they’re studying abroad.

Nancy and Jonathan are the most professional of the bunch — no surprise given Jonathan’s photography skills and Nancy’s perfectionism. The one of Jeff’s kids is one of Eddie’s favorites, the trio screaming on Santa’s lap while Jeff and his wife smile at the camera. A close second is Gareth and Freaks who decided to hit up the local JcPennys for awkward family portraits with their girlfriends.

Robin and Chrissy’s is front and center, the two of them kissing under the mistletoe while their daughter rolls her eyes in the background. Beside it is one from Wayne and Scott, a grainy shot that Steve took himself the last time they visited Hawkins. There’s one from Eden and Argyle from Missouri, which was news to everyone when it arrived.

A handful from Steve’s past students tacked up over each other along with ones from their coworkers. Fleeting faces in their lives, along with permanent fixtures.

In the center of it all is their card from this year. They took it back in July when prices were cheaper and Steve could order them in bulk without breaking the bank. They’re smiling at the camera on the couch in their living room, a silly Santa plush sits between them. Both in godawful ugly sweaters with Santa hats perched on their heads despite the sweltering summer sun peaking in from the bay window.

Maybe he’s biased, but he thinks theirs is his favorite.

Eddie’s pretty sure it’s the best one they’ve ever taken which is why he feels the wind knocked out of him when he spots Steve frowning at it.

“Everything okay, Stevie?”

Steve hums, prying his eyes away from the fridge to look at Eddie. He offers him a soft smile and a curt nod before excusing himself. Eddie’s pretty sure he hears him mumble something about needing to start this week's lesson plan.

Eddie knows it’s a lie — it’s the final week before winter break and Steve never teaches during it — but he doesn’t call him out on it. Instead, he lets his boyfriend slink out of the room. When he’s gone Eddie shifts his attention back to the fridge, eyes squinted as he tries to puzzle out what has Steve so bum hum bug all of a sudden.

He doesn’t get it at first. There’s nothing different about this year's cards than the hoards they’ve received in the past. Everyone who should be up there is up there, smiling wide at what this year has given them. Happy parents and smiling kids, wild pets, and even wilder adventures.

His eyes are making a third pass over the cards when it clicks. Eddie knows Steve’s not disappointed with the way their life has turned out, but it's clear from the cards littering their fridge that something is missing.

Every card screams family, except theirs.

Well, Eddie thinks, that simply won’t do.

💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌

It takes three days for Eddie to pull everything together. The minute Steve leaves for work on the fourth day, he gets to work setting everything up. In a matter of hours, their living room gets transformed from a moderate Christmas room to one that belongs in those cheesy movies Steve always has on.

He’s relocated the tree to the middle of the room, decked everything out with garland and twinkling light, and hand-painted the Santa’s workshop sign he stayed up late making last night. After an hour-long call with Jonathan, he manages to get the camera and tripod set up.

Getting their pets dressed takes the longest, but after chasing everyone around and bribing them with a shit ton of treats he gets all 3 dogs, 4 cats, Parrot, snake, and bunny in their respective holiday attire. He’s putting the finishing touches on his own look when he hears the familiar creak of the front door.

“Eds?” Steve calls, voice tinged with curiosity. “What’s going on?”

“We’re taking our Christmas card picture,” Eddie says, appearing around the corner in a red Santa suit.

Steve blinks before slowly looking around the room. The dogs and cats all match in elf costumes. Pierce the Bunny and Ozzy the Parrot are somehow keeping elf hats on their head and Sizzle the Snake has a ribbon wrapped loosely around her body like the world's most delicate Christmas present.

Eddie watches as Steve takes everything in, lips parted in that cute confused look he always gets. Fish out of water, he likes to tease.

“Don’t worry, I have your costume here too,” Eddie says, holding up a matching red Santa suit.

“I’m confused, we already sent our cards out for the year.”

Eddie hums. “We did, but we forgot to include some very important members of our family in the card. Don’t you think our friends deserve to have all our beautiful faces on their fridges?”

“I mean, I guess? It’s going to cost a fortune though this late in the game.”

“Our family is worth it.”

💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌

It costs them an arm and a leg to get the cards printed and sent out in time, but it's worth it to see the smile permanently etched on Steve’s face as he tacks it up on the fridge, replacing their original card.

This time when he steps away there’s nothing but pure happiness on his face.

“I know it’s not the big family you dreamed of,” Eddie says, wrapping his arms around him as he admires the display. “But it’s still pretty great, right?”

“It’s perfect, Eds.”

💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌

The following year, Dustin’s isn’t the only card with a new face on it. Steve, Eddie, and their army of pets are joined by a pair of timid smiles. A brother-sister duo whom they’ve been fostering since February. If all goes as planned, they’ll be permanent fixtures on the Munson-Harrington card for decades to come.

#steddiemas #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington ficlet #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #dani writes

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jesterwriting · 6 months

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Happy 200 Followers! 🎉🎉

To celebrate 200 followers, I wanted to do something fun <33 For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be doing a little music / lyric based event!! This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, so please, bear with me. That said, I’m incredibly excited to test this out, and if all goes well, I’m open do doing more events in the future!

My regular rules still apply, so keep that in mind and give them a little read. You can find them here!

- As a reminder, I tend to stick to gender neutral and male readers, but I’m willing to write female reader if requested specifically. However, I do reserve the right to default to gender neutral reader if I can’t find a way to organically incorporate gender into the fic :3

These are the characters I write for: Ace, Law, Koby, Zoro, Sanji, Crocodile, Shanks, Mihawk, Nami, Robin, Smoker, Tashigi, Buggy, Boa Hancock

- Please only send one character per prompt. I’m open to doing the same character multiple times, though! Especially if they’re my fav >:3

- To make a request, send in the name of the song the lyric is from and the name of the character you want for it. Make sure I know this is for the event in your ask! I can be a little dense at times, hehe.

- You’re welcome to be specific for a request, such as specifying if you want fluff or angst, or if you’d prefer the lyric to relate more to the reader or to the character you’ve requested!

- All that said, have fun and go crazy! I’m excited and i hope you are too <33 Have a wonderful day, and thank you for reading and/or requesting!! If you have any questions, feel free to ask or DM me and I’ll happily clarify :3

- Update: Just to clarify, I don’t do doubles of the same prompt. I don’t wanna get overwhelmed with the amount of requests! So, once a prompt is requested, I strike it through and it’s done :3

bad idea right?

↝ ”yes i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect? i only see him as a friend (the biggest lie i ever said)”

↝ buggy x reader

red flags

↝ “the best movie of all, the masterpiece of art called: human centipede!”

↝ robin x reader

cowboy casanova

↝ “he’s a good time cowboy casanova, leaning up against the record machine.”

↝ cowboy!ace x reader

bitter water

↝ “i am not a fool entire, no i know what’s coming. you’ll bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child.”

↝ boa hancock x reader

maybe

↝ “you loved me holy with your cross and your disease. did you feel that close to god when you had me on my knees?”

↝ crocodile x reader

anniversary

↝ “giving you up? what are you on about? never give up believing in us.”

↝ sanji x reader

quiet

↝ “i’m not yours, and you’re not mine, but we can sit and pass the time. no fighting wars, no ringing chimes, we’re just feeling fine.”

like a dog

↝ “and so my soul could soar with my heart on the altar of science, like an obedient dog.”

recover

↝ “i’ll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways. and you take what you need, and you don’t need me.”

the vampire waltz

↝ “oh, i feel it being drawn out, the blood flowing steadily into your mouth. this dark night, cruel and cold, you whisper softly, ‘honey, you’ll never grow old.’”

↝ vampire!sanji x reader

bridezilla

↝ “i’m gonna run down the aisle and tongue kiss the priest, dance on your mother like an eight-legged freak. i’m gonna stuff my face and eat the whole damn cake. baby, i can’t wait for my perfect wedding day!”

alien, alien

↝ “alien, that’s right, i’m you alien! your heartstrings pulled and deftly lulled, i’ve caught a shooting star.”

↝ crocodile x reader

dangerous thing

↝ “something about you is soft like an angel, and something inside you is violence and danger. i knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing.”

↝ law x reader

me and my husband

↝ “and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner taking up space. but when he walks in, i am loved, i am loved.”

↝ law x transmasc!reader

like the dawn

↝ “you were the brightest shade of sun when i saw you. and surely, you will be the death of me, but how could i have known?”

↝ mihawk x reader, fluff

halloweenie v: the moss king

↝ “i am the moss king, here in your house. you sing the song with your wicked mortal mouth. sing to me sweetly, call to me now. there’s a hundred hauntin’ spirits in the trees lookin’ down.”

↝ zoro x reader

#one piece x reader #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #.jestersevents #hopefully ill use this tag again someday :3

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steddiebang · 7 months

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death. (pull up to the second window, please)

Author: @acidicbarkbeast l Artist: @kaspurrcat l Artist: @astradews Posting on Saturday, November 25

The fight has been won, and the war is over, but not without its casualties. While Eddie wakes from his coma, he is devastated to find that Steve has, inexplicably, not been so lucky. With doctors at a loss, El recruits Eddie, Robin, and Dustin, to delve into Steve’s sleeping mind, and find what has its claws sunk into their friend and babysitter. What they discover is the bloody mess of Steve’s various past lives— and deaths. The group must not only find the real Steve, but also convince him of his reality; one where Vecna is dead, and where they can finally have some peace.

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CW; implied suicide, mentions of injury, mentions of death

“Someone’s here already.” Dustin said, pointing. At the shoreline, there was the silhouette of a fellow sitting on a rock, though the dying sun cast them in shadow, “You didn’t accidentally bring anyone else in, did you? I mean, could you?”

El shook her head, eyeing the back of the stranger curiously.

“Do you think it’s some malicious entity?” Robin asked, holding onto Eddie’s arm, “Like an evil spirit? Maybe Steve’s being haunted.”

“No.” The girl tilted her head, calculating. She crept slowly toward the still figure, and the others seemed to hold their breath in anticipation. A few steps behind, they trailed her, shoes rolling over rocks and small pebbles. The person didn’t react to their presence at all, as much as they were making their presence known.

From his distance, Eddie could tell they were wet, as if having been in the water, though they sat perfectly still now. It was only a bit disconcerting, but where supergirls walked, he would trust to follow.

“Steve?” El asked, and all but the boy in question perked up at the name.

Everything clicked suddenly; those broad shoulders, the rumpled camo jacket, the burning red of a dirtied scar looping around his neck. His hair, usually well-tousled and gravity-defying, was flat and plastered to his forehead. He didn’t move.

Eddie looked past an unresponsive Steve, out over the quarry. In the distant middle of the water, protruded some metal arm, and from that, bellowed mouthfuls of opaque exhaust. The smokey plume rose till it dissipated clear into the painted clouds. Eddie could smell it; long put-out, burning fuel. What had happened here?

“Steve.” Dustin tried, and then Robin too. There was another bloated moment of worrying silence, until Steve breathed a quiet sigh, and seemed to come back into himself, like a spirit possessing a body. Still, he said nothing. Eddie walked around the group, placing himself between the water’s bank and Steve’s empty gaze.

“Harrington?” He prompted, and Steve’s wide eyes snapped to him, bright and yet not, like weak sunlight through morning fog.

Eddie inhaled sharply at the fragile state of the younger, cracked like dropped porcelain. One side of his face was bruised a sickly myriad of blues and lilacs, dark splotches where the vessels beneath had burst. A belt of shining stars, pin-pricks of sharded glass, had embedded themselves into the damaged skin, where thin trails of blood trickled down Steve’s jaw and dripped onto his clothes.

“Eddie…?” Steve wondered, squinting as much as he was able. A spider web of blown veins washed the eye on his bad side a pale red, lids puffy and purple. That eye was duller than the other, half-way swollen, and seemed to track him lazily. He chuckled airily, “I must really be losing it.”

“‘Evie?” Robin pleaded, a wobble to her voice, “What happened?”

Looking down at his hands, Steve’s fingers spasmed. He clenched them into trembling fists, and instinctively began running his thumbs over his smallest knuckles. Still looking away, only mildly delirious, he mumbled, “I thought it would work. I thought it would hold— It was supposed to.” He shook his head forcefully, “I had no choice. ‘Always the idiot.”

Eddie took the liberty to walk to his other side, where he could closer see the punch of dried blood matted into his hair. He couldn’t make any sense of things. Why were they at the quarry of all places? Why was Steve all beat up? Did he get into an accident?

El stepped forward, frame strong and face unmoored. It wasn’t out of stoicness, but of compassioned knowing, understanding that the sooner they completed their duty, the sooner they could comfort Steve in the waking world. She said, “We are here to save you. You are dreaming. You need to come with us, and wake up.”

He turned to her fully, raising his head from his slumped shoulders. The setting sun sparkled across the beads of glass knitted into his cheek. It was almost ethereal, “Dreaming…?” He breathed, looking sad, “I can’t wake up. I’m dead.”

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moonah-rose · 5 days

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Blind Love

Quick Robin & Original Character(s) ficlet.

Set many, many years in the past, during one of the periods where Rogh "went mad for a bit".

Tw: insanity, delusion, grief, animal death

Aelfwyn and her sister had never been close. Their parents had done little to discourage rivalry and resentment between the two as they grew up. Quite the opposite in fact. Competition was seen as healthy for children growing up in their harsh, war-loving tribe. But their patents had taken it to extremes, showering one child's victories with praise and scolding the other, then when the girls turned their bitterness on each other, they were told to wrestle it out and not stop until one drew blood.

That blood had typically come from a nose bleed or a deep scratch across the cheek from sharpened fingernails. A couple of drops at most.

Not an entire puddle, enough to fill a goblet fit to offer to the Morrighan, gushing from a hole in one of their skulls after a blow from a rock had caved it open. As Aelfwyn stood and stared down at her own corpse, she thought maybe even her cruel parents would think this a tad too far.

Breathing heavily, she heard a thud as the rock fell to the ground. Her sister, Lliefa, was standing over her, pale as the snow. The anger that had burned in her eyes moments before as they'd scuffled was replaced with an almost childlike expression of terror and loss.

"Wynny....Wynny, sister, I am so sorry..." She began to weep, the tears falling down her cheeks disturbing the painted symbols that had been given to her on her coming of age ceremony only a few days earlier.

Only eighteen. Twins, though they didn't resemble each other. Lliefa had inherited their mother's emerald eyes and blessed red hair, while Aelfwyn had her father's square jaw and plain brown locks. Lliefa however, did have his temper.

Maybe that's why Aelfwyn found it hard to cling to her anger when the truth of what happened hit her. That was her body, her face that she'd seen from the rare reflecting glass that they were lucky to have hanging in their hut. It was her blood that soaked the grass.

She was dead. Killed by her own blood. But Aelfwyn could see the blow hadn't been intentional, or at least Lliefa hadn't been in her right mind at the time. If she had, she wouldn't be falling to her knees and throwing herself over Aeflwyn's body to weep as she now was.

Aelfwyn sighed, closing her eyes. Grandmother always advised her to breathe out all her unwanted rage as an offering to the Morrighan, or to Wotan. She knew she should be furious at her sister right now...but all she felt was sadness and pity.

Blood crimes were one of the biggest affronts to the gods. Siblings could slay each other in fair combat. But this had been a blow while her back was turned, an attack spurned from Aelfwyn saying cruel words she'd regret forever.

There was nothing she could do to the girl that would be worse than what the fates had in store for her.

"I forgive you, sister. Please, just return my body back to the tribe. Let me receive the proper rites so the gods will take me to the next world." She pleaded, reaching out to touch her sister's shoulder only for her hand to pass through.

The contact made her retch. She gagged, stomach lurching, despite not having eaten all day. They'd been sent out to hunt, their parents offering a reward to whoever came back with the largest kill.

She supposed Lliefa would win hands down. Aelfwyn hoped their parents would keep to their word.

It was rather painful to watch her sister try to carry her back to their settlement, being the shorter of the two of them. Aelfwyn tried to follow close, hoping her words with pierce through the veil.

"No don't pull me by my head! Look, you're making things fall out, that might make me dumber in this world!" Even in death, her sister still managed to vex her; "Maybe if you learned how to bind and carry your kills better instead of leaving it to me!"

But before she could rant some more, Aelfwyn took another step and then was shoved back in the opposite direction. She turned, blinked in confusion, then tried to follow again.

Same thing. Back away from the path.

"Sister! Sister, I'm trapped! Please do the ritual properly so I can be free, please! For Danu's sake, don't skip the part where you eat my heart!"

"Shh!"

She froze. Who just shushed her?

Turning to her left, she spotted a figure sat against the base of a tree. He'd managed to camouflage himself with the foliage as she'd approached but now she could spot the skin of a....man.

No, wait.

"Are you....Are you the Wild God of the Dead?!"

"SHHH!" He said again, a finger on his lips.

"Oh, I...sorry." She lowered her voice, not wanting to anger him if he was a god.

Though his image didn't resemble any carvings she had seen.

"Me just got her to sleep." He muttered, one arm curled against his chest.

He wore the most basic and mis matched selection of furs. No real fabrics or patterns. There were those who chose to live fully out in nature away from the tribes but they were usually shamans and nomads. This man looked as though he'd never slept in a hut in his life.

Or death, she supposed.

"Are you a spirit too?" She asked, quietly, stepping closer; "What's your name?"

"Dunno."

"You don't know your name?" She frowned.

He shook his head; "Name in shadows right now. Can't be bothered to go find. Shadow where memories go to hide when brain too loud and scary."

Definitely not a god, Aelfwyn realised. The man sounded like those in her tribe who smoked too much of the relaxing leaf until it wore off and paranoia sent them mad. How long had he been here?

"I'm Aelfwyn of the Horseli. What was your tribe called?"

The man blinked, tucking his arm up again; "Tribe no have name. Children of Moonah. Other tribe be children of Sunne. Other children of Earth Mother. Good tribe and...bad tribe."

"Where are they now?"

"....Gone. Gone up to stars. Me stay. Me always stay." The voice sounded so very old, even though there wasn't too many signs of age on him as one would expect. No grey hairs, hardly any wrinkles.

His blue eyes that didn't quite meet hers stared out in a deep, agonising loss that chilled her bones.

"You're all alone here?" She asked.

He began to laugh; "Ha....Ha ha! No, silly horsey tribe lady! Me not alone. Me have Moonah! Your tribe....They give thanks to Moonah, yes?"

Something in the way his brow furrowed told her she should answer carefully.

"We call her Rhiannön. Yes, we give thanks and ask for her blessings each month."

"Oh....Yes, have seen you and tribe do ritual at Moonah ston. Very good. We come and join you, though you not see us."

"Us?"

"Me and daughter."

"Oh. You have a child here?" She glanced around.

The man nodded; "You...want to meet?"

"Yes, I love kids. How old is she?" Her heart stung as she realised she'd now never have ones of her own, not in that life.

"She...She only just been born..."

Aelfwyn blinked; "I thought you said she was with us on the last full moon?" Almost a month ago.

"Me did."

It took a second for the penny to drop, horrifying Aelfwyn at the realisation. Of course if the baby was a spirit, like her father, she would still be a newborn if that was when...

"I'm....I'm so sorry."

"Why sorry?"

"I...never mind," She shook her head; "Can I still see her? I'm good with babies, I've helped my mum deliver a few."

"Okay...if promise to be very careful..."

"I swear by the gods."

The man leaned forward and pulled back a section of his fur covering his front. Aelfwyn nearly startled back before she heard the tiniest snuffling sound.

Peering closer, she spotted a tiny ball of grey fur curled against the man's chest. It twisted, mewling a little, then poking out a black dot of a nose.

"Ain't she bootiful. Me very proud dad." He smiled down, "Say hello to Horsie Lady, Kya."

"....It's a wolf pup." Said Aelfwyn.

Another chuckle from the man; "No, no, no, that just fur me swaddle her in. She look just like me, see? Have same ugly nose."

There may have been a wild resemblance between the two creatures but she was certain the little thing was not a human babe.

But the man was looking at it with as much devotion in his eyes as any parent she'd seen when holding their baby for the first time. She doubted there was anything she could say to convince him otherwise.

Aelfwyn forced a smile; "She's lovely. Her mum not here?"

The man's face darkened with weariness and pain.

"....Go up to stars with rest of tribe...They all go up and leave us behind..." He sighed and then twitched his head; "Too many babies. Mum can't feed them all. Little one die. Me wait. Me watch. Me listen to her cry and beg for milk but she left behind. Just like me. So I wait. Then when she stop cry, I pick up..."

Except the cub was still crying for milk it would never receive, nuzzling its nose against his skin and finding nothing to sate it.

"...She mine. She my cub. Her cry just like my Kya so she must be same...spirit reborn, yes?"

He seemed to be trying to rationalise it, probably due to how Aelfwyn was looking at him. She couldn't hide her doubt.

But then the druids did say part of their souls returned to the earth to be born anew.

"I understand." She nodded, wanting to placate the man; "Can I hold her?"

"You have milk for her?"

"Uhh...no." Even if she did, she didn't think that was something she'd be comfortable with in any world.

The man shook his head; "She keep wanting milk but I tell her that Daddy no have boobies to give milk. Have to wait until Mum come back with brothers and sisters. Not long now..."

She no longer knew if he meant his real family or the wolves that had abandoned their runt.

Aelfwyn looked down at the pup again. Its eyes were closed, probably forever, but it wriggled and pawed against the man.

"Shh, shh, little one, we safe. Horsie lady good me think...." He rocked the pup close; "She know my scent. My skin. It always dark for her, you see. She won't know who you are if I hand over. Might think me left...Can't ever leave. Never."

"That's okay. I won't take her-."

"No, no, no," He clutched the cub tight, shaking his head fearfully; "No take. Not last one. She all I have. Please."

"I said I won't touch her. Not if you don't want me to." She dared to reach and touch the man's shoulder instead.

He struggled to steady his breathing as he looked at her with those haunted eyes.

"....You have leak in head." He whispered.

Aelfwyn touched the back of her skull and felt the indent along with a moist matt in her hair. When she looked at her fingers there was no blood.

"Sibling rivalry." She tried to jape, as it was all she could do.

"Me try to stop. Yelled at you both to shut up so no wake baby."

"Sorry about that." She sat cross legged beside the man; "Maybe I can make it up to you by helping you look after her? Children aren't supposed to be raised alone."

He nodded; "....Everyone raise together. Peace and love..." He stroked his thumb over the soft, velvet ears of the cub; "She miss her mum and siblings and cousins...She miss a lot of people."

"I bet she does." Aelfwyn whispered, her heart aching for the poor man.

She'd always thought of wondering spirits as mysterious or wise, even playful. She'd never expected one to be so sad.

"Here..." The man carefully handed the cub to her; "Mind head. Best she get to know your scent."

"You sure?" She never thought she'd feel so honoured to be passed a wolf pup.

He nodded; "We family now. Aelfwyn of Horsey Tribe."

The pup whined in distress as she was moved away from the only source of comfort she knew and into Aelfwyn's arms. The man kept his arm close to her, the sleeve of grey wolf fur close to the pup's nose.

"Me here, Kya. Daddy right here. Daddy always stay." He promised, voice cracking; "She not hear me before when I say...When she and her mum found body and they scream...she not hear me say I here..."

His voice trailed off again as his eyes glossed over. Aelfwyn held the cub up to her skin above her dress so it was resting just above her heartbeat.

Her other hand reached to squeeze the man's fingers.

"She hears you now. She knows." She did her best to reassure him, just as she'd seen her mother do to anxious parents.

This was a whole other case she hadn't been trained for.

"You look tired. I bet she's been keeping you up all these nights like babies do." She said, softly.

The man nodded, "Been waiting for mum to take her turn...She be here soon...She always come back to visit....Be here very soon...."

"I'm sure she will. How about you try to have a nap? I'll look after this one. She'll be safe with me, I swear."

Hesitation and fear twitched in those lips again for a moment. Then he saw how the pup was starting to yawn and relax against Aelfwyn's chest.

He smiled, his eyelids clearly heavy. When had he last slept? No wonder he'd lost his mind.

"You wake when they come back? Please?"

"I will."

She tugged him to lay on his side and use her thigh as a pillow.

"Be good for horse lady, Kya. Daddy just take little sleep. Be good girl..." He whispered before closing his eyes; "Be good...Stay...Must always stay..."

Aelfwyn sighed, stroking the man's ragged mane while cradling the pup in her other arm. This was not how she imagined spending her afterlife. She hoped her sister would hurry up with the ritual so her spirit could move on...

Assuming that's how it worked. She wondered if she was desperate to become the same as the man on her lap, trapped and driven insane, clinging to whatever shred of company he could and convince himself it was his lost kin. The thought terrified her.

"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we Kya." She whispered to the cub.

#bbc ghosts fanfic #bbc ghosts #ghosts oc #angst #robin the caveman

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letsidekicksgrowup · 3 months

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Let me start by saying that my favorite character of all time is Dick Grayson and I could write a thesis paper on why. But let’s talk about Stephanie Brown

This girl brought herself up, taught herself things her parents could’ve taught her and didn’t and then made a mission she was damn good at- being Spoiler. Her treatment from Bruce was… ugh. I love Bruce and all that he stands for but he treated her like shit because he didn’t value her the same way he valued Tim. She and Tim were similar in certain aspects and so incredibly different in many more. Bruce could’ve worked with her strengths like he did with all the other Robins but he didn’t. She was just and an example- a tool to get Tim back. I honestly have been in this position as a woman in a large corporation.

She could’ve become a fantastic Robin and she got so far on her own. The place she holds in the Robin legacy is a shadowily one which is not doused in the gold of success the boys all had. Everything about her was her own- her own conception and implementation. What she did on her own is what Bruce wishes he could’ve done on his own.

Everything that happened to her and her legacy was unfair but how is that anything new for a woman in a man’s field/profession. Women in tech have to work twice as hard as the men just to have their opinions heard let alone implement major changes they recommend. Stephanie Brown is the modern professional women- particularly in “male professions”. Any woman in IT, engineering, the military, or any hands-on jobs like building and such have experienced being treated as the “we tried to add women” person while getting the short end of the stick the whole way.

I would love to make War Games become required reading in like college so we can see people’s takes on Stephanie Brown. It paints a picture of the reader for sure.

#stephanie brown #batfam #batboys #batman #bruce wayne

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writebackatya · 6 months

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Confessions

Rant about anything

Confession: I don't think Villain Louie would be the powerful mastermind that so many in the fandom would paint him. To me, Villain Louie would a mixture of Mark Beaks and Doofus Drake since he would no longer have his family to guide him

Rant: Okay, let me rant about the most confusing crossover/cameo in the history of fictional crossovers and cameos. The time when Colonel Klink from Hogan's Heroes appeared on Batman

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I'm sure an explanation is needed before I get into the rant so here it goes:

Batman is a DC superhero that is alter ego of billionaire Bruce Wayne who witnessed his parents die in front of him at a young age thus beginning a his path to use what he has to make sure no one went through the tragedy that he witnessed. He had an intentionally campy tv show in the 60s where he and his trusty ward Dick Grayson protect Gotham City as the Dynamic Duo, Batman & Robin, from the villain of the week. The show was known for having cameos by various celebrities as well as characters from other tv shows

Hogan's Heroes was a sitcom from the same era of television about a group of POW Allies that are held prisoner at Stalag 13, a POW camp in Nazi Germany that holds the record of never having a successful escape despite being run by the incompetent Colonel Klink with his first officer, the cowardly "sees nothing" (and honestly is more of a neutral than a Nazi) Sergeant Shultz. The reason why there is no escape because the prisoners, lead by the charming wise-ass American Colonel Hogan, have their own underground base underneath the POW camp where they have contact with other Allies in London, around Germany, etc. and often work with other Allies to get people out of Germany, blow up bridges, spy on the nazis, etc. Hogan and his men have accomplished many things such as hiding and restoring an Ally Officer's plane from within the camp, convinced a bunch a Nazi officers (including a member of the Gestapo) into thinking the war was over, gone to France so many goddamn times, started an avalanche while chained up in an inn, hid an entire tank in one of the barracks, had a very small role info about the Manhattan Project away from the Nazis, made a pizza to convince an Italian officer to join the Allies (that same officer returns in a later episode and is played by a different actor btw), and invented the gonculator. OH and did I mention that this WWII show had a laughtrack? Because it did because it's a sitcom

So I ask you dear reader. HOW THE HELL DOES COLONEL KLINK, A NAZI OFFICER FROM WWII KNOW BATMAN, A HERO WHOSE SHOW TAKES PLACE IN THE 60S!!!??

There are so many questions here. How did these two meet? Colonel Klink pretty much spent his life in Germany. He has avoided combat. If it's the 60s, why Colonel Klink still in the Nazi party. The dude would surrender to the Allies with his hands up and be like "Colonel Hogan is my best friend and I'm on your side!" the second WWII ended. Batman and Robin also clearly know Colonel Hogan, so they must know about their operation right? I mean how could they not? Both Americans, both I HOPE are against the ideals of the Nazis, yet they are concerned about Klink's safety. Why doesn't Batman do more to help out the allies of WWII? Do Hogan and his men know Batman's true identity? Probably not. Strangely enough I can Kinch from Hogan's Heroes communicating with Batman via and that's how Hogan and his men communicate with Gotham's protector, but also Colonel Klink does too? Do they talk on the phone? Does Batman also have a similar relationship with Klink like Hogan does where like they're sorta friends but using Klink's incompetence/status/connections to help benefit the Allies? Has Batman ever been to Stalag 13? Like in his costume and all? There are just so many questions I have from this less than minute of television history.

#sleepover asks #tokuvivor #writebackatya #it’s a sleepover!#ducktales headcanons #louie duck #batman 66 #hogan’s heroes #colonel klink #ducktales fandom #duckblr

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shaakyhaands · 9 months

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Hear Me Out:

Court of Darkness but MC is an investigative journalist.

Do we ever really get any details on what MC did on Earth?

Like no, deadass— we know she had an apartment and Robin. How is she paying rent? How is she buying cat food, or paying Robin’s vet bills?

I’m willing to bet the devs intentionally didn’t give us much detail about MC’s occupation, specifically so we the reader can ✨ project ✨ onto her.

That being said: let’s make up some occupations for her!

I think an investigative MC would be fun! She’s in a whole new dimension, there’s a ton to explore. Reality itself behaves differently, allowing magic! There’s an entire history of this world’s inhabitants! Wars, art, culture, food, philosophy, sciences, MAGIC! This would be fucking paradise for an exploratory personality.

Some headcanons:

MC always has questions. About everything. From the tangible and quantitative (“what is this?”) to the conceptual and abstract (“interesting. You seem to feel very strongly on this subject, am I reading that right? Can you tell me more? What influenced your judgement?”).

When she’s not peppering one of the consorts with questions about life in this world, she’s reading. What is she reading? Everything. Everything she can get her hands on. Especially books on history.

Speaking of reading and asking questions— MC bonds with Toa in her pursuits of knowledge. He helps her learn how to read and write (language barriers). While Guy, a man of action more than words, might get tired of MC’s incessant questions (and I really mean incessant, this isn’t shade at Guy. This MC is straight up annoying, never shuts up)— Toa has more patience.

Speaking of history— she studies historical events and the relationships between the kingdoms. Important players on the world stage, what they did, who they were cool with and who they pissed off and why. Why, why, why, MC is very interested in learning why things are the way they are.

So much so, she looks into events deeper than most native inhabitants would probably have any reason to. She wants to find the information not in the history books. She wants to know what actually happened— who pulled what strings, who is connected to who else and how did those connections play out, etc.

Through her research, MC learns about a lot of royals before they’re otherwise introduced. Not only does she learn of their existence (“Toa has a sister? Toa has three sisters? 👀”), but she, through the lens of various historical accounts (that she certainly cross referenced with each other), learns of their character. What they’ve done. And, reading between the lines, what some books failed to explain or navigated around, she’s able to get a better sense of their real personalities.

For example: Reading several accounts of her behaviour, if MC is piecing together the information correctly, than the picture her research is painting of Idina is a very, very cold one. Thinking about the implications makes MC shiver. To think this woman is related to Toa, it actually make too much sense.

Speaking of her research: MC definitely has the magical equivalent of a conspiracy theory pin board in her bedroom— one mapping out the connections between the kingdoms and powerful individuals.

This ^ This, but it’s MC, and the red string is connecting Idina to several assassinations untimely, very unfortunate and super totally accidental deaths of government officials. Toa is the person in the foreground.

“Okay, but why” you might be inclined to ask. “Why is MC asking all these questions, what’s the point”

The point is, she is an investigative journalist. So far, I’ve really emphasized the “investigative” part. But, my sweet summer child, there’s an entire second half of that title.

The point being, MC is recording all of the information she’s gathering.

The history, the art, the culture, the sciences, the magic— all of it. All of it, she is making an immaculate record of. How, you might ask? Well, you have some options:

Personally, I’m a huge fan of MCs who got transported with some of their earthly tech on their person. I have more than once gotten home and straight up passed out after a long day, still holding onto or wearing my daily gear. Let me put it this way: if they were able to bring her god damn cat with her, I see no reason why MC couldn’t bring, say, a backpack with her. Maybe a satchel, or a crossbody bag. If it was on or near her person when she fell asleep, I can imagine it getting caught up in the process.

Say this MC did have her bag with her. That means she has a myriad of technology potentially at her disposal. Laptop, tablet, camera. If you really want to lean into the “investigative reporter” side of things, she could even have an old school hand held tape recorder. At the very least, she definitely has a phone.

“Tech would die, though, how is she going to charge it” magic, babe. Via Roy’s consort path, we learned that inhabitants of the magical realm make magical weapons out of silversmithing. The reason Roy gives is that silver is a good conductor of electricity and magical energy:

(Please ignore the shit image quality, YouTube is being mean)

My point being, you understand the implications of this statement? People in Salagia know what electricity is. At least, on some level. So if MC just made one friend out of the S ranks, or Sherry, I’m sure they could come up with some way to keep any of MC’s earthly electronics permanently charged.

Outside of tech— remember how MC has to pretty much learn how to read and write? Because the Salagian language, it’s not English. In the American server, it’s hinted that the Salagain language is some derivative of Latin, and magic helps translate speech between MC and everyone else. In Toa’s path, MC can sort of read? But it’s not like speaking, and she pretty much has to relearn from the ground up (Warning: mild spoilers for Toa’s route, maybe?):

Point being: if MC can’t really read Salagian writing, then I doubt Salagians can read anything in MC’s native language (be that English, Japanese, or anything else).

So, theoretically speaking, MC could just write in her native language and no one would really be able to tell wtf she’s writing. Whose gonna teach them, her? Not if she doesn’t want them to know, she won’t.

So, to recap:

Our little investigative journalist MC is given the scoop of a fucking lifetime, being transported to a different universe.

With her tech, raw determination, and the help of some new friends, she gathers intel and writes up reports— be that literally writing, recording speech, or making video essays.

Photos, videos, any documentation she can make, she does.

The knowledge she gains enables her to move through this new world with a bit more discretion. She’s better able to navigate social settings (“everyone with blue eyes seems to hate me?… Oh yeah, the red, Avari, got it. I’ll just be cool, then”), and potentially avoid shady characters (“note to self: avoid Idina. Also, Toa needs therapy.”)

Maybe she discovers some cults earlier than she would otherwise?? 👀

And if/when she eventually gets back home, even if it’s just to visit friends, but not actually stay there— she will have the most epic story of all time. With supporting documents.

Other fun headcanons:

If this MC does pair up with a consort, everyone is like “… bro, your girl… she never stops asking questions” and her paramour is just like “fuck yeah, she doesn’t 😍”

“What are you writing” “a list of workers rights violations, I can’t believe unions are a foreign concept in this world.”

If an animal/creature shows up, MC is the first to jump to its defense. “It’s a siren!” “She’s part of an endangered species, you cretin!” “She can kill you! Aren’t you scared??” “So could tripping and falling over. Bottom line is, I’m not going to let you hurt her!”

“Do you not have kings in your world?” “I mean, they exist, but let me tell you about 1789 France…” *cue the radicalization of the S ranks*

Say a king shows up to the school for an event, oh BOY will she have Words. Not only would she ask a shit ton of questions, she will also have no fucking fear, because she has no respect for their title. “I read about this policy decision, what was this experience like for you?” Whatever prince is the associated son of the king is like “MC, please, I’m so scared for you, don’t incur his wrath”, while the king is just like “you know?… this person?.. this person is bold. To talk to me like this, the blatant lack of idol worship, almost bordering on disrespect, even… this is Different. New. Fun. I almost feel like a normal person, even.” And so, the king engages with all of her questions, much to their son’s potential dismay.

Anyways— god it feels good to get this enormous idea out of my brain and on a digital page. The Thought has been Purged, I am now free. Been a hot minute since I did some long form theorizing for CODVN, feels nice man. 😁

#court of darkness #codvn #toa qelsum #im back on my bullshit

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Intro dialog for every Guilty Gear character day 3: Johnny

Sol: Your bounty is high enough to pay for my trip to the moon three times over.

Johnny: You ain't the first person to try to claim that bounty, you ain't gonna be the last.

Ky: You were also orphaned by the Crusades?

Johnny: That bloody war took many a good man's life.

May: When are you going to let me pilot the May Ship again?

Johnny: The last time I let ya drive her ya nearly crashed into Illyria Castle.

Axl: Out of curiosity what's the craziest thing you've ever stolen?

Johnny: Alright, now I wont say which, but one of the Kings of Illyria’s crown is a fake, if you know what i'm saying.

Chipp: Come on, you're wearing all black and you wield a katana, just take the full plunge and become a ninja.

Johnny: Sorry buddy, but if I became a ninja, I would just be too cool for the world to handle.

Potemkin: I'm here to retrieve stolen property from Zepp.

Johnny: What are you talking about? I haven't taken anythin from you guys… recently.

Faust: How’s… May’s… Condition???

Johnny: She’s doing a lot better thanks to you, Doc.

Milia: I work for the government now, so I have to take you in.

Johnny: I’m sure ya asked for this job personally, to see good old Johnny.

Zato: This is nothing personal, I'm just doing my job.

Johnny: And when I cut ya down, it also won't be anythin personal.

Ram: I'm confused, I thought pirates were supposed to be in the ocean, not the sky.

Johnny: Ya don't have to have such strict definitions for everythin sometimes a spade is just a spade.

Leo: A lawbreaker stands before me, and I will be the mighty judge, jury and executioner.

Johnny: I’m startin to think this ain’t no jury of my peers.

Nago: Your swordsmanship, it reminds me of samurai from ages past.

Johnny: You lookin to relive some of your glory days? Because I'm more than willin to help.

Gio: Look I have my orders to take you in, but I still owe you one, so even if I win I'll just say you gave me the slip.

Johnny: Ah that's sweet, looks like it ain't a dog eat dog world after all.

Anji: Steal from the rich, give to the poor, you’re a real Ishikawa Goemon.

Johnny: First time I heard that one, normally I get Robin Hood.

I-No: Don't even try it lover boy, I'm way out of your league.

Johnny: Damn, and I had a great witch related pick up line and everything.

Goldlewis: Outlaws like you give us cowboys a bad name.

Johnny: Nah, lawmen like you ruin the real spirit of the cowboy.

Jack-O: Is that a cowboy costume? Shouldn't you have a gun not a sword?

Johnny: It ain't no costume, I'm the bona-fide real thing.

HC: Ah the showdown, the best part of any western movie.

Johnny: In a quick draw it all comes down to who's faster, unfortunately for you.

Baiken: Put that sword down, you ain't no damn samurai.

Johnny: Cowboy, pirate, samurai, what can I say I have a lot of feathers in my cap.

Testament: I hear you've adopted many an orphaned child from the Crusades.

Johnny: I'd like to think your old man Kliff woulda been proud of me.

Bridget: Your bounty is HOW MUCH!!!

Johnny: Run along now lass, bounty hutin ain't nothin you want to involve yourself with.

Sin: Hey man, your ship looked so cool while I was riding next to it on a dragon!

Johnny: You did what now?

Delilah: Your ship was nice… um, thanks for letting me ride in it.

Johnny: Ah much alleged, good old Johnny's always willin to lend a helpin hand.

Asuka R#: I am not the real “That Man” I am simply a clone.

Johnny: So the coward made a fake to hide from his past, I see how it is.

Asuka R Kreutz: I am deeply sorry for all the pain my past actions have caused.

Johnny: Ah ain't that sweet, ya apologized, to one person who you helped make an orphan, what about all the rest?

Elphelt: Is that a noble outlaw, coming to steal this fair maiden's heart?

Johnny: Normally I'm the one who uses the cheesy pick up line, feels weird, the shoe being on the other foot.

ABA: Your ship is a whale, yet you didn't paint it blue, what is wrong with you?

Johnny: I didn't paint the May Ship, she was just born that way.

#guilty gear #intro dialog #johnny guilty gear

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thecruellestmonth · 1 year

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Steph & Jason fic recs

Some of the best fics featuring friendship and interactions between Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown.

"Just Another Kid" by shobogan - Stephanie is Jason's best friend. She's about to discover that she's Robin's, too. POV Steph, childhood friends AU. Very sweet, punched me in the emotions. 2013.

"Jason and Me" by David Hines, originally posted on FFN - Newly appointed Robin, Stephanie Brown investigates some old history. (Written before Robin #125.) POV Steph; published during Stephanie's short Robin run before she was fridged, and before Jason returned as Red Hood. (Bonus: Try looking over the old reviews on FFN—pretty interesting to see some of the fan reception for Steph nearly 20 years ago.) 2004.

"4am philosophy" by grayghost (eurydiced) - Then again, every story about Jason seemed to paint a different picture: broken man, or misguided hero, or dangerous zealot who'd had one too many chances, depending on who was doing the telling. If there was one common thread, it was that Jason was a cautionary tale. POV Steph. 2016.

"Close Encounters and Cautionary Tales" by predilection - The first time Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown meet, they end up surprising each other. POV Jason, switches to POV Steph, set during Stephanie's Batgirl era before Bruce's return. 2013.

"Bloodstains Won't Make It Matter" by skylarkblue - Jason returns to Gotham to find another dead Robin. He steals away with the body and resurrects her, but there begs the question: what will they do? POV Jason primarily, with some POV Steph, written for the @jaystephevents prompt "Robin!Stephanie and Red Hood!Jason". Under the Hood rewrite featuring resurrected Stephanie Brown. 2022.

"Ghostgirl and Zomboy " by shauds - "You don't make demands of the ghost, asshole, the ghost makes demands of you." Steph dies, becomes a ghost, and annoys Jason incessantly during his big comeback. POV Jason; mostly a Halloween-themed buddy comedy but watch out for feels. 2018.

"this is a long drive (for three robins who don't agree on much)" by drakefeathers - Steph’s trip home to Gotham takes a huge detour thanks to Jason and Damian’s conflicts with airport security. She’s stuck driving the two brothers cross-country to reach Tim’s wedding in time. POV Steph, civilian/no capes AU, mostly fluff and comedy plus some sweetness. 2014.

"So You Say It's Your Birthday" by Cerusee - “Babs and I are throwing you and Steph a joint birthday party,” Dick said. “It’s on Sunday the 13th, because that’s the only day everybody can make it. It's in the park. Bruce is grilling steaks, and I know you know how good he is at that. You’re coming.” Steph and Jason have a joint birthday party; feel-good fluff and humor with an idealized Batfamily. 2017. POV Jason.

"Hanging On" by Deshal - If there was one thing Stephanie Brown had always excelled at, it was plotting a course and refusing to be moved. Bruce had just needed proof that she was a capable hero in her own right. It was funny just how much Steph’s obstinacy and Bruce’s distrust of her had combined in all the worst ways. POV Steph primarily; post-War Games anti-hero Steph AU; WIP/incomplete.

"Identity Document" by Runespoor - A dark alleyway, a gang of thugs, a victim who won't be victimized, Batman. A bad Robin meets a bad Batman. 2011. POV Steph.

"Lost" by orphan_account - Jason loses a parent, meets a girl, and goes swimming. Then some other stuff happens, too. 2011. POV Jason.

"What's So Amazing That Keeps Us Stargazing" by Cerusee - Stephanie wasn’t stupid; she knew Robin’s colors well as any Gotham kid did. It was Dick’s old costume. (Stephanie knew she wasn’t even supposed to know that name; Batman had had a concussion when he’d called Nightwing by it, and they’d both been cagey with her for months afterwards.) It was the costume he’d worn before he’d grown up and become Nightwing. So why this case, with this costume, but a different name? Batman doesn't get another Robin after Jason, but Spoiler makes her way into the fold anyway. POV Steph; Steph & Bruce. (This is more of a Steph & Bruce story. Jason proper doesn't show up here, but he's here in spirit.) 2018.

"Gotham War: Batgirl" by Teleportation_Magic - If the 2023 Gotham War crossover event actually cared about using Stephanie's potential. POV Steph. [Again, Jason really doesn't have much of a role in this one, but still.]

"the patterned flight of starlings" by Cerusee - In a universe where Jason Todd survives the warehouse, the world is a very different place. 2018-2020.

"Atalanta" by Cerusee - The dog growled at him. Jason growled back. “Don’t do that, you dipshit,” Steph said, heatedly. “You’re antagonizing her. Don’t growl.” Batman enlists Steph and Jason to give a bath to a rescue dog. 2017.

"Family Game Night" by quipquipquip - “YOU AREN’T MY REAL DAD,” Jason bellowed, and flipped the table. “YOU OWN PARK PLACE, BUT YOU DON’T OWN ME!” The Batfamily plays Monopoly; crack comedy. 2011.

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100% Mike and Steve dress up as Anakin and Obi wan (AOTC or ROTS-era) for Halloween one year. Mike’s getting over a break up or his parents are finally divorcing and despite being thirty (assuming this isn’t a modern AU) he’s not taking it well.

Mike: *whining* C’mon! You *owe* me.

Steve : For fucking WHAT?

Mike: I dunno - there’s gotta be something from over the years.

Steve: *sighs* Mike - you remember that conversation we had back you were fourteen, and I told you you were too old to get your own way by pouting at me.

Mike: *grinning* I called you a bitch.

Steve *proud and trying not to show it* Yes. Yes, you did. Point being, THAT WAS 14 YEARS AGO! You haven’t turned a corner and suddenly gotten cute and helpless enough for it to work!

Mike: Helpless-?

Steve: No distracting me - the point is, it is not happening - end of discussion!

*Smash cut to Steve and Mike in full costume in the middle of a party, Steve holding a red solo cup because time is a flat circle*

Steve: -wish I could cut off your arms and legs for real.

Mike: That’s dark sided - you’re supposed to be Obi-wan!

Steve: …doesn’t mean I can order you to taste care of stuff that I don’t want to do?

Mike *realising he’s played himself*:…no…

(Steve, through the party’s badgering/them leaving their shit lying around at his place, has a full, fairly high quality Jedi cosplay, which quickly becomes his low/no-effort costume for all his fancy dress needs.

He has dressed up as Slave!Leia at least once. He uses the excuse it was part of a pair costume with Robin who was going as Luke from RotJ (an outfit thrown together at the last minute after they realised she had kinda the same haircut as Mark Hamil), but it was 100% psychological warfare against at least Mike. Dustin spends the rest of the night encouraging him to cover up,. Both because he’s concerned that he’s cold and some of the looks Steve is getting is making him uncomfortable, Erica is deeply unimpressed (she’s managed to find a Zoot suit that fits and wanted him and Robin to join her to make up a band prohibition era Jazz musicians and/or bootleggers). Will, while knowing he wasn’t the intended target, nonetheless takes psychic damage and takes that personally.)

Dustin is so offended because HEY! Steve is HIS Obi Wan Mike! Get your own!!

Steve: Dustin. Mike asked first. But if you want you can be Artoo?

Dustin: WHAT?!

Steve: yeah like that you've got it! Let Mike have this win he's going through a hard time with his parents divorce

Dustin: everyone saw that was going to happen for at least fifteen years. This is bullshit.

I think it'd be funny if Steve consistently won the costume contest at the bar they chose to go to with various star wars outfits. Clone war era Obi Wan is a classic no brainer because he already has a cloak and the natural slutty swagger and exhaustion from being in charge of hellions not dying, but he's also done Hutt slayer Leia (though maybe he had an over costume of bounty hunter Leia? For a dramatic reveal and max psychic damage. Robin agrees to be post Carbonite freeze helpless Han [low effort]), xwing pilot luke, cloud city Lando, (shirtless) Darth maul (so much effort. So much body paint. Robin uses his Obi Wan outfit to be Quigon), and "got the shit beat out of him Obi Wan" (he fell in the dirt and got muddy so Incorporated it into the costume that year). Maybe one year he does prohibition era mobsters with scoops troop, because stobin being Erica's enforcers is so good.

Wait. Steve becoming a sort of well known through word of mouth star wars cosplayer would be so funny. Like he chooses costumes that are low effort for him because he already has the pieces or to cause the most groaning and whining from his friends, but he also cares about what he looks like so he makes sure it always looks good and cool, and maybe Dustin convinced him to use his Obi Wan outfit (or, if it's before TPM maybe xwing Luke?) to dress up with him at to the local con, and he gets quite a few compliments, so he starts recycling Halloween costumes to go in, and he thinks it's fun to stay in character a little. Which is how he gets into higher effort, lower recognizable characters. Maybe when he has kids he dresses up a c3p0 and the kids as Ewoks ;-; family cosplay.

Mike is kind of shocked about what he started lmao. Also miffed that more often than not Robin is part of the duo (and not him)

#steve Harrington #steve and mike #stranger things #findaanswers #anonasaurus

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 9 months

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Pranks fun for everyone

So having a prank war between you and your new colleagues may not have been the best move. But Devi be damned Dali-San started it. You were currently glaring at said culprit after having delt with bright neon colored paint bombs throughout the library. This was most likely in retaliation to you helping Robin-San set up snares in all the prep rooms that had surprisingly caught more members of babyls staff than you would have thought.

Course this was due to you having to clean glitter out of royal one with Kalego-San because someone *cough* (Raim-san) decided to give Clara a dozen buckets of the stuff, not that you'd ever blame your sweet, chaotic jelly bean. But let's not forget how all of this started by Dali-San having placed some nightcrawlers into poor March-sans desk.

Said Demon seemed to examine his work with pride as he made comments about certain shades of colors. You were still dripping some of it because it wouldn't vanish with any spell you and Furcas-San were not pleased upon that discovery. But seeing as you coworker seemed to have no ounce of sympathy, you didn't regret your next action in the slightest.

"Dali-san, I've always admired your work. Truly, you've outdone yourself this time." The trickster seemed overly pleased by your words, but you continued. "But Dali-san, I'm sure you spent a long time working on this prank, so I just want you to know how much I appreciate your efforts." His eyes widened as you advanced.

"Now let's not do anything crazy-" You smiled as he tried to back away. "Crazy? Dali-san, I simply don't understand what you might mean. I'm just showing my hardworking and generous friend that they are wonderful." Lunging at him with both arms spread wide to try and block any escape. Course not having wings was a negative factor as he launched himself upwards.

"Why are you running Dali-San don't you want some comfort?" You called out happily. Making sure he was distracted enough. "While I appreciate your affections, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pass on any hugs right now." He carefully eyed you, not realizing that both Orias-San and Murmur-san were slightly above him.

"Can't blame one for trying." You teased, pretending to give in. Just as Dali-San narrowed his eyes, he found himself being sprayed in the back with water guns. You ran, and you ran fast. Rounding the corner, you almost ran face first into Robin-san who ... was covered in some kind of stick substance. You beamed at each other.

"Who?" You asked. "Suzy-sempia," he replied, still smiling even as the goo slid down his face. You both snickered as you moved together throughout the halls. "Wanna prank Kalego-San?" It was more out of formality that you asked already, knowing the answer.

"What did you have in mind?" A predatory grin appears on both of your faces. "Tell me Robin-san, have you ever heard of chew toys?" If any of the students saw you later running down the hall hand and hand trying to escape Kalegos wrath well... that wasn't their business now, was it?

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #iruma suzuki #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #robin sensei #clara valac

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eddie-hellfire-munson · 2 years

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𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕬𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

synopsis: Still grieving the death of your boyfriend you never truly expected to see him again, however sometimes fate has other things in store...

warnings: rated fucking R. Beating the minors off with a fucking stick because this is not for the faint of heart. Oviposition [egg laying], monster demobat Eddie, heavy angst, descriptions of death, blood drinking, etc.

word count: 5140

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Blood curdling cries filled your ears, the terrible shrieking and flapping of wings barreling towards your boyfriend as you charged towards him. You had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong fucking time. Eddie had expressed to you many times that he didn't want you getting wrapped up in the insanity that was his life- but he was your boyfriend. Ever since the day Chrissy died his life had become a living hell on earth- he was accused of murder and hunted mercilessly by your peers.. at least the ones who didn't know him. You were outcast almost as severely as he had been, questioned and interrogated by both the police and Jason Carver. The latter had done a number on you, apparently not above hitting a girl to get the information he wanted. See it was no secret you and Eddie 'the freak' Munson were dating, most of the school knew and you did little to hide it and so when news broke and information on Chrissy's death circulated you as well as Eddie had a large target painted on your backs.

Eddie was forced to go on the run.. and you were outcast, the town pariah. Nobody spoke to you, only offering you looks of pure rage and disgust as you passed them on the streets or in the grocery store. You weren't safe from their gazes in public, and you weren't safe from the harassment at the hands of your fellow students at home. You were much like Eddie, held back two years before moving to Hawkins for a fresh start. The two of you immediately clicked, and he had welcomed you into his little band of misfits with a warm smile and open arms.. the first official female member of the Hellfire Club. You had only known Eddie for a few weeks before he boldly asked you on a date, and things just took off from there. You had just hit the one year mark in your relationship when shit hit the fan and Eddie was forced into hiding. You brought him food nearly every chance you got, though with a large target painted on your back you got to visit him less than you cared to admit. The day Jason put his hands on you, was the day your world turned quite literally upside down. You had been taken hostage for lack of better words, forced into the back of Jason's car to be used as 'bait' to lure out Eddie. It was a bit predictable but you supposed the blonde was getting desperate so you went somewhat willingly and he promised not to put his hands on you again.

Your saving grace had been the familiar camper speeding into the parking lot of the War Zone. You had been sat in the back of Carvers car, accompanied by some freshman you didn't even recognize and nobody else. You watched almost silently as Steve, Nancy, Robin and... was that Erica? All entered the surplus store, gaze trailing back to the camper that definitely wasn't theirs but you weren't about to ask questions. If you were quick you could make it out of the car with minimal damage. The freshman they left sat beside you was short- scrawny, he didn't even look like he wanted to be there as he stared out the window opposite yours. You could do this.. you could totally do this. With one fluid motion you pulled the doorhandle and popped the door open, scrambling to get outside as the freshman took a moment to register what was happening. He reached for you, fingertips just barely grazing the back of your shirt before you took off like a bat out of hell just as the group came rushing out of the store. You made eye contact with Steve, nearly barreling into him as you skidded around the front of the trailer and clambered up the steps. One hit was all it took, Steve knocking the poor freshman out cold before the rest of the group crowded into the camper and Steve took the wheel speeding off just before Jason came running out. They had saved you sure.. but if you knew the danger you had just put yourself in you maybe would have thought twice about leaving the backseat of that car. Everything had been explained to you during the drive.. which you found hard to believe and admittedly it pissed you off that everyone including Eddie had kept all of this hidden from you but you supposed they were all trying to protect you.

You had been forced to stay back in the 'real' world, sitting and staring up into the hole in Eddie's ceiling that lead into the Upside Down.. though to you it looked more like a portal to hell itself. You weren't equipped to fight, and honestly neither were the rest of them if what they were up against was just as big and scary as you had imagined it to be. You tried reasoning with Eddie, but he pleaded with you.. begged you to stay behind and wait, so you did. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Dustin shouted up... down? At you before scaling the makeshift blanket rope and dropping onto the mattress behind you. You waited for Eddie to follow.. but he just stood there.. staring up at you as you stared up at him. Without warning he slashed the rope and it hit the floor of the trailer with a sick thud before he began to drag away the mattress. Dustin and you were both screaming, begging him to stop but he didnt.. just whispered one last "I love you.." before speeding out the door. That's when the panic began to really set in, all you could do was scream up at the ceiling as Dustin rushed to grab a chair. He clambered up onto it, having to jump as you scrambled to help him up and through the hole. No words were exchanged as he dropped through to the other side, a pained yell escaping him but he didn't miss a beat, pulling himself to his feet to drag the mattress back into place for you. You, being somewhat less agile, just barely made it up and through the hole- the sensation of gravity reversing itself bringing bile to the back of your throat as your head spun. He was already limping out of the trailer.. you took a moment to compose yourself, just a split second, before pulling yourself to your feet and following behind him.

You could just barely see him in the center of the swarm, a legion of bats screaming and swirling around him like a tornado as he fought them off so valiantly.. though as fast as your legs carried you, you couldn't save him.. couldn't pull the bats off as he went down. No, you were forced to listen to his cries from a distance as they bit into him and feasted on his flesh while he was still living.. breathing.. and then the bats were falling. Their grayed flesh hit the pavement, thudding lifeless against it and in the center of their fallen corpses laid Eddie. He was clutching at the ground, nails scratching against the pavement while his other hand gripped his side. "Eddie!?" Your voice came out hoarse and cracked as you rushed to his side, hands frantically grabbing at him as you assessed his wounds.

Blood gurgled in the back of his throat thick and red as he tried to speak, eyes watering and staining his already paled cheeks with wet stripes. His wounds were deep, deeper than you had expected. You didn't know how to handle it, your knowledge of basic first aid seemed so useless and as the gravity of the situation fully settled your stomach sank. "Eds- Eds look at me please." Your voice cracked as his eyes seemed to search the empty black sky for a moment before finally settling on your figure hunched over his mangled body. "I... I didn't" he coughed, blood spattering up into your face as he weakly reached upwards. The tips of his fingers just barely brushed your cheek before your own hand gripped his, holding it up to press his bloodied knuckles against your lips. "Shh- Eds you gotta save your strength okay we gotta get you out of here, get you to a hospital okay?" He just smiled, fingers twitching gently in your grasp as a pained expression flashed across his features for a moment. "I didnt run away this time. Didn't want them getting to you-" his hand slipped from your grasp, palm sliding against your cheek as you reached down to brush some hair away from his face. You could see the life fading from him, the color draining further from his cheeks as a choked sob escaped you. "No no- no no NO no Eddie hey, hey stay with me!" You scrambled to cup both of his cheeks in your hands, rubbing at his still freshly fallen tears as you watched him struggle to form words again. "Couldnt... let them- get to you.. cause I-" his breathing turned ragged, wheezing out as blood filled his lungs. "cause I love ya."

And with that his arm went limp, hand sliding down to fall lifeless in your lap. "Eds- Eddie!? Please- Eddie wake up please!" You pleaded with his corpse but received no response, screaming out into the open air as Dustin stood in shock behind you. You refused to leave his side, it took both Steve and Robin pulling you off of him to get you to budge and even as they dragged you away you clutched Eddie's necklace in your grasp. It snapped off of him still in your clutch as Steve hoisted you up and carried you away claiming it was too dangerous to stay behind.. too dangerous to try and take his body back as well.

Weeks had passed since you were dragged out of the Upside Down, forced to leave his body behind, life had become so pointless. His death was pointless, his sacrifice was pointless, he died for nothing.. for a town that despised him. All you felt was emptiness and anger, frustration because you couldn't tell anyone about the sacrifice he had made.. couldn't tell anyone about his death. He was still considered 'missing' even as his cold dead body lay in the Upside Down to decay and rot, if it would even do that. You supposed that was the hardest part of losing him there.. even if he was declared dead and a gravestone was anchored to the ground he wouldn't truly be there. He wouldn't be beneath the dirt in a silk-lined box at peace.. his body would remain in the Upside Down until the end of time. You couldn't face your friends, couldn't look your parents in the eye. They tried to help, you had to give them credit but you just weren't ready to face the outside world. You loved him.. you knew you loved him, so why couldn't people respect the fact that you needed time to grieve on your own? You needed to be alone, by yourself- you didn't want them around you coddling you with their constant 'I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for your loss'.

You had begun taking trips out into the woods at night just to clear your head. They provided you with a dark empty environment where you could cry, where you could grieve without someone coming up to you and clamping a hand over your shoulder or trying to hug you when you just wanted to be alone. Every night you would sneak out and slip past the treeline, sometimes wandering in the dark for hours before making your way back. It was a wonder you never got lost, though somewhere in the back of your mind you silently wished for it. You wanted to get lost, wanted to disappear without a trace never to be seen again. It would be easier that way, easier for everyone around you. They wouldn't have to put up with you.. and you wouldn't have to put up with them. It had been two weeks since Eddie had passed.. two weeks since the 'earthquake' hit Hawkins.. two weeks since your life had essentially come to a standstill. You still felt so stagnant even as you slipped out the front door, your parents not even bothering to try stopping you at this point. Clad in your pajamas that consisted of an old iron maiden shirt Eddie had gifted you and a pair of plain black sweatpants you headed for the treeline, sliding the leather jacket that you had snatched on your way out over your arms. It still smelled like Eddie, the leather was his after all, and that brought you a much needed sense of security as darkness engulfed you. With how much time you spent in the woods you knew it like the back of your hand, easily weaving through the trees headed towards your favorite spot. It was a small clearing in the forest, a meadow containing wildflowers of every color. Your favorite spot was near the far side of the meadow, a sizeable patch of lavender taking over the entirety of that corner and the smell wafting from it was divine. You made your way towards it, settling down in the center before taking a slow deep inhale. The aroma itself was almost enough to put you at ease as you lowered yourself further, laying down to stare up at the moon as it poked out from behind a rather large puffy cloud.

You and Eddie used to meet here almost every night, so long as the weather was nice amd your parents didnt catch you shimmying down the side of the house. Sometimes you sat in silence, other times he read to you.. long fingers running through your hair as your head laid on his lap or his chest. It was the only place you felt comfortable enough to fully drop your guard, and as you lay there the tears finally welled up and you began to sob. Shuddered breaths escaped into the night air as you cried, hot tears staining your cheeks and blurring your vision as you pressed the heels of your palms against your sore and reddened eyes. For what felt like hours you laid there, emotions pouring out of you until your body couldn't take it anymore and the tears came to a slow stop. Your body felt sore and sluggish as you sat back up, a few stray sobs wracking your form as you shivered and gently wiped at your cheeks though it did little to clear them of the now dried tears. You weren't ready to leave but you needed to get back home, almost pushing yourself up onto your feet but the echo of a twig snapping just past the treeline behind you had the hairs at the nape of your neck standing on end. Your breath hitched as your body froze up, eyes blown wide as you turned your head just enough to get a good look at the treeline. You were met with inky black... and a set of wide glowing eyes, blood red. Quickly you dropped into the shallow cover of the flowers, hands flying up to cover your head as your breathing escalated into soft but quick pants.

For a moment you heard nothing, no advancing footsteps, just the sound of your own beating heart and the blood rushing past your ears as you sat there curled in on yourself. Whatever the creature had been it was large, standing at least two heads above you.. not small enough to be a wolf, did wolves even have red eyes? Did wolves even live in the woods surrounding Hawkins? You didn't have long to question it, a low guttural growl cutting through the silence followed by the quick succession of footsteps. Branches crackled and popped beneath the creatures weight, and you could hear it wading through the flowers towards you. Dread crept up your spine, a sick feeling settling in the pit of your stomach as you urged your body to move but you just couldn't. You were froze on the spot, like a deer caught in the headlights of a semitruck and as the creature settled beside you a soft whimper escaped. You found yourself pleading softly to whatever God there was, a fresh batch of tears stinging your eyes as they spilled out to stain your cheeks. You'd known fear so intimately from your time in the Upside Down, your life had been in danger then but this felt so much different. It felt cold, more real in a way and as a large clawed hand came to rest atop your head you sobbed out a "Please don't hurt me-"

"W o n ' t.."

The voice was gravelly and deep, distorted almost beyond recognition and as the gears turned in your head a slow dreadful realization washed over you. The color drained from your face as you turned your head, tears still streaming down your cheeks as you were met with the sight of those same glowing eyes staring right back at you. It was Eddie.. only, it wasn't him. His eyes were sunken in, blood still caked along the sides of his mouth and lower jaw. His hair was matted and black in color, and from it jutted two large elongated ears that slightly resembled those of a bat. His skin was a sickly shade of grey.. black veins visible as they spanned across every inch of almost translucent flesh, and as your gaze trailed downwards you were met with the sight of bloodied tattered clothes and arched clawed feet. Reacting on pure instinct your swatted his hand away, a scream catching in your throat as you scrambled backwards until your body thudded against a tree and your head smacked back into the bark with a loud crack. From where you sat now you could see Eddie in his entirety. His hand was still held out though he had tracked your movements, head turned at an impossible angle as he just stared at you. He was larger.. much larger than before, two webbed wings sitting nestled against his back. Again he gurgled out a "W o n ' t..... h u r t" and the pained expression on his face had you pinned to the trunk of that tree as your blood ran cold. Slowly he rose, taking a few tentative steps towards you and when you didn't run he hunched back down in front of you. From this new position you could see the still gaping wounds in his sides, festering and oozing black. "You.. died. Eddie you died? I-I saw you die."

"C a m e....... b a c k."

As he spoke his wounds oozed and you could hear the strain in his voice as if every word physically hurt him. Again that same clawed hand stretched towards you, and you flinched as his much colder skin came into contact with your jaw. His palm was wet, slimy as his thumb stroked over your cheek leaving a thin sticky trail behind and you shuddered violently at the sensation but made no attempt to move. You watched as his expression changed, slightly pointed nostrils flaring as his jaws parted to inhale the air as if he was tasting it. His head recoiled with a yelp, the grip on your chin tightening as he slowly pushed your head to the side to reveal the slow trickle of blood as it ran down your neck. You'd cut yourself when your head hit the tree, and a new wave of dread washed over you at the sight of his teeth. They were yellowish in color.. each one protruding from black gums and they were sharp. As slow as molasses he lowered his head, black tongue rolling out to lap at the trail of blood and you could feel each puff of cold breath as he began to pant against your skin. His tongue was long and pointed, the very tip of it gliding up the side of your neck in one long stripe before it retracted back into his mouth and the growl that rumbled in the confines of his chest sounded almost akin to a purr.

"What are you..?" You got no response, simply watching as the center of his eyes darkened and spread out until the entirety of his eyes were black as the sky above you.

"Thirsty."

His voice had changed, deeper in tone but much clearer as his head surged forwards, a soft whimper escaping him as he latched onto your neck. Your back arched clear off the tree, sputtering as your hands pushed at his chest fingers bunching in his shirt as you tried to push him away but it had little effect. One clawed hand slid around your back, nails cutting into the fabric of your jacket as he lifted you towards him. He mumbled a soft "I'm... sorry" into the juncture where your neck met your shoulder, teeth sinking down into your plush flesh as a scream tore it's way out of your throat. It hurt- it fucking hurt as your body seized up and you began to squirm in an attempt to get away from him. He just held you there as if you weighed nothing, pulling mouthful after mouthful of blood from where his teeth had anchored in. You could hear your own blood sliding thick and heavy down his throat, head starting to spin as he finally retracted his teeth.

"Need.."

You barely registered his words, and he left you no room to reply or question it as the hand that had been holding your jaw slid down to grip your hip with bruising force that had you writhing to get away from it as he stood up leaving you sat in his lap. "Eds- Eddie you're hurting me!" As soon as you spoke his grip loosened, hand trembling against you so hard you could feel it through the fabric of your shorts. You could tell he was struggling to control himself, the tremble spreading throughout his entire body as he pressed himself flush against you and any curiosity was squashed the moment you felt it. He was hard against your thigh, twitching in the confines of his tattered jeans as he rutted against you with a barely contained whimper. You eyes went wide, face flushing a deep shade as you looked down and shit was it moving!? It was definitely moving-

The appendage confined in his pants began to writhe, it's movements snake-like as the tip squirmed its way up out of the top of his jeans where you could finally catch a glimpse. It was entirely black from what you could see, pointed and coated with some sort of slimy substance that seemed to be oozing out but from where you couldn't tell. Your eyes snapped back up to meet his, throat going dry at the sight. He was panting.. brows knitted tight, mouth hanging open as he pawed at your hip. Clearly he didn't intend on doing anything without your expressed permission, the restraint he was showing was admirable but you had a choice to make. You could allow him to do with you whatever he pleased, or you could say no and tell him to stop. Despite his outwards appearance this was still Eddie.. to his core this was still the man you'd fallen in love with, would it be so wrong to say yes? Your lower lip caught between your teeth, mulling over your only two options for a moment before you sighed. "Okay.. but be gentile."

Yeah.. gentile, because giant monsters could definitely be gentile, he was still your boyfriend though.. right? Despite him being nearly twice your size for a moment you really thought he would be gentile with you as you watched the hand that had been gripping your hip move to fumble with the buckle of his belt... until he got frustrated with it and sunk his claws into the offending material ripping it clean off of his body with an echoing crack. The appendage bulged against his his pants, the button snapping off behind it's force before he hooked his claw in the zipper and yanked it down. You were not at all prepared for the sight of the tentacle that pushed its way out of the hole in his boxers, eyes widening as it pressed against your thigh. "What the fuck-" your body jolted at the feeling- it was warm and wet against your skin, leaving behind a trail of slick as it pushed its way into your shorts and Eddie audibly groaned above you. You didn't know what you had expected as it pressed up against your core, body twitching again as your breath caught in your throat. It was pulsing faintly, more slick oozing out as it crowded your shorts and slid further upwards catching roughly on your clit. Your eyes fluttered, head thudding back against the trunk of the tree as a broken moan escaped you. The sensation was odd, but pleasant as it rolled against that spot over and over. Eddie's hands were twitching, hips surging forwards with each roll of his cock.. if you could even call it that anymore.

"Missed you.."

It was almost sweet, the way his head lowered to pepper a series of quick kisses along your jaw once again leading down to the juncture of your neck and shoulders where he had bit before. His breath fanned over your skin, tongue lapping circles around the sore wound in an almost soothing manner.

"Missed your smell.."

He nosed gently beneath your ear, tongue swiping over the bite mark causing you to flinch in his grasp. "Missed.. your taste" he groaned, jaws parting as his teeth lined up with the mark he had already made. Just as he sank his teeth back down into the wound the appendage between your legs curled down and slipped inside you. Your vision blanked from the combination of pain and pleasure, your neck and core throbbing as you were stretched open. That same deep rumbling was back- the one that sounded more like a purr as Eddie's hips surged forwards pushing into you more and more stretching you out further. Your eyes screwed shut, jaw going slack as a viscous substance seemed to ooze from his teeth coating your shoulder and seeping down into your wound. The pain slowly ebbed away, your limbs going lax as you anchored your hands up into his matted hair. It was still soft much to your surprise, a series of soft pants escaping you as you gently tugged at the still curly locks. His hips stuttered for a moment, the rumbling purr escalating in volume before his hips began snapping against yours with renewed vigor. It was enough to have you crying out for him, legs shaking as he brushed up against a certain spongy spot inside you that had your toes curling as stars burst behind your closed lids. Your body seized up as you came, the sticky substance clinging to your thighs as he kept his pace refusing to stop.

The bark of the tree was digging into your upper back harder and harder with each thrust of his hips but you couldn't be bothered to care, clinging to him as if your life depended on it as he crowded you against the tree fucking into you at a merciless pace. The rational part of your mind wondered what would happen once this encounter came to an end. Would he disappear again and leave you all alone? Would he stay in Hawkins? Would he... would he go back? Maybe take you with him? Your body shuddered at the thought, head spinning at the possibility of being with Eddie forever.. trapped in the Upside Down. A particularly rough thrust had you crashing back down to reality, nails scraping at his scalp as you quivered in his arms. There was an odd sensation in the pit of your stomach- something seemed wrong.. the appendage inside you was growing. It's base swelled, pressing against your core with a thick wet squelch each time Eddie thrust into you. His jaw was slack, wings limp against his back as his thighs trembled. The trembling in his thighs usually meant he was getting close, and for a moment you could see his monstrous mask slip even further as he whined out into the open air. "oh fuck- fuck fuck fuck ohhh FUCK!" he shouted, hips stilling as he pressed as deep into you as he could. You watched in awe as his eyes rolled back, the black receding to reveal a glimpse of dark brown.

You had been so distracted by his eyes.. Eddie's eyes.. that the sudden press of something entering you through his cock startled you. Your own eyes went wide as you tore your gaze from Eddie's euphoric state to look down just as another object passed through him and settled in your womb like a weight. "Eddie.." you whispered, overcome by a renewed sense of dread. A third object passed through him, and a fourth... and a fifth, sixth, seventh. Ten in total, ten eggs sat heavy inside of your swollen womb and you could feel them as Eddie shifted above you. Your jaw was slack as his forehead met yours, the black cum-coated appendage retracting from inside of you curling back into the confines of Eddie's boxers as he pressed a gentile kiss to the bridge of your nose. "Fuck.. that was- I don't know what came over me.."

His voice- his voice was back to normal and as your gaze snapped back up to meet his you were met with deep brown eyes and a wide smile. The color had returned to his cheeks, his flesh healing slowly thanks to your generous donation of blood. "Eds!?" Your fingers fumbled against his cheeks, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as you breathed out a shaky sigh of relief. He was back.. sorta. "Hey there sweetheart." He pulled you impossibly closer, nosing at your jawling as he sat the two of you back down in the grass. All your repressed emotions, the memories, everything came rushing back and you found yourself sobbing into his chest. He just sat there cradling you, combing his fingers through your hair as for the first time in days you just let it all out. You emptied out your soul, and he sat there and comforted you until you physically couldn't cry any more. "I... Eddie" he just hummed, pulling back for a moment to look down at you. You however were staring down at your distended belly, one hand pressing gently against it as you trembled. He whispered a soft "oh shit.. is that?" You just looked up at him, exchanging a worried stare as you both whispered "eggs?"

You didn't know what they were, or if it was even possible for you to.. well for lack of better terms fertilize the eggs.. whatever the outcome at least you still had Eddie at your side, and it seemed like he didn't plan on ever leaving you alone again.

authors notes: oh my goodness I'm so sorry if the ending seemed rushed- I started writing this months ago and entirely forgot where I was going with this one. Maybe I'll do a re-write cause this just seems so messy now.

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