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tricksterpale · 3 months
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omg tumblr's gonna butcher this but sometimes you gotta draw your blorbos snuggling and smooching and calm down Upper left: Ro (belongs to @king-there0f ) clinging to Aster, letting the sound of Aster reading one of his silly 18th century novels out loud lull him to sleep Bottom left: Modern AU Matthias (belongs to @king-there0f ) passed out with his baby daughter Akemi on his chest Middle top: Ro clinging to Si while scrolling his phone and Si sneaking a selfie in the mirror to send to Aster Upper right: Modern AU Matthias getting smorched on the cheek by Caspian Bottom right: Indi and Tal (belongs to @mistswalker ) snuggling in a beach chair, looking into each other's eyes like that's their whole world
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lanibijou · 2 years
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took me four hours to do i love the outfit i gave her but ain’t no way im doing a pattern that difficult for a long time 
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kakusu-shipping · 2 years
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The amount of self-inserts 13 year-old me made that are just an 8 year-old plagued with a chronic illness and constant pain is concerning.
#I'm going back through some old stuff and like. My god me.#We were dealing with some shit in some ways huh#The first one I can find record of that follows this trend was my Hetalia S/I who did infact canonically die in 2018#So jot that down#Then my original Mushi Shi S/I who was actually kind of interesting in a. Kids have really terrifying imaginations way.#The SI had died and was currently living in the Mushi world space watching over their younger brother's family as they aged#And then eventually just tagged along with Ginko like my current SI does#I know I had one for Soul Eater as well but I for the life of my cannot find reference of it#I had one for Fairy Tail that was the most basic of the one's I can find#S Class Fairy Tail Guild member super powerful magic had a lot of backlash was injured a LOT#I never played a Legend of Zelda game but I really liked the design of Toon Ganon so I do infact have an SI for Windwaker#that was just Ganon's sickly child#I THINK I had one for Sukioden I can't find mention of I'll have to replay the game and see if that comes back to me#Ruby Gloom hits all the marks; 8 years old and fucking dying#I get the sickly and in pain all the time part you had a lot to deal with little me and just felt like putting in on an SI I get that#but what the hell was with being 8 years old#What happened to me when I was 8?#8 years old is.... second grade? Third?#Eh........ yeah alright my summer between 2nd and 3rd was super fucked so that fits I think#Maybe#Self Inserting is fun I think.#Little me had problems and boy howdy did she know how to work with them creatively some of these kinda slap#Might re-work a few and slap them all in one post sometime soon we'll see how I'm feeling the next few days
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women artists that you should know about!!
-Judith Leyster (Dutch, 1609-1660)
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During her life her works were highly recognized, but she got forgotten after her death and rediscovered in the 19th century. In her paintings could be identified the acronym "JL", asually followed by a star, she was the first woman to be inserted in the Guild of St. Luke, the guild Haarlem's artists.
-Artemisia Gentileschi (Italian, 1593-1656)
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"... Si è talmente appraticata che posso osar de dire che hoggi non ci sia pare a lei, havendo fatto opere che forse i principali maestri di questa professione non arrivano al suo sapere". This is how the father Orazio talked about his nineteen year old daughter to the Medici's court in Florence.
In 1611, Artemisia got raped, and she had to Undergo a humiliating trial, just to marry so that she could "Restore one's reputation" , according to the morality of the time. Only after a few years Artemisia managed to regain her value, in Florence, in Rome, in Naples and even in England, her oldest surviving work is "Susanna and the elders".
-Elisabeth Louise Vigèe Le Brun (French, 1755-1842)
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She was a potrait artists who created herself a name during the Ancien Règime, serving as the potrait painting of the Queen of France Marie Antoinette, she painted 600 portraits and 200 landscapes in the course of her life.
-Augusta Savage (Afro-American, 1892-1962)
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Augusta started making figures when she was a child, which most of them were small animals made out of red clay of her hometown, she kept model claying, and during 1919, at the Palm Beach County Fair, she won $25 prize and ribbon for most original exhibit. After completing her studies, Savage worked in Manhattan steam laundries to support her family along with herself. After a violent stalking made by Joe Gould that lasted for two decades, the stalker died in 1957 after getting lobotomized. In 2004, a public high school, Augusta Fells Savage Institute of Visual Arts, in Baltimore, opened.
-Marie Ellenrieder (German,1791-1863)
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She was known for her portraits and religious paintings. During a two years long stay in Rome, she met some Nazarenes (group of early 19th century German romantic painters who wanted to revive spirituality in art),after becoming a student of Friedrich Overbeck and after being heavily influenced by a friend, she began painting religious image, getting heavily inspired by the Italian renaissance, more specifically by the artist Raphael. In 1829, she became a court painter to Grand Duchess Sophie of Baden.
-Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot (French,1841-1893)
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Morisot studied at the Louvre, where she met Edouard Manet, which became her friend and professor. During 1874 she participated at her first Impressionist exhibition, and in 1892 sets up her own solo exhibition.
-Edmonia Lewis or also called "wildfire" (mixed African-American and Native American 1844-1907)
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Edmonia was born in Upstate New York but she worked for most of her career in Rome, Italy. She was the first ever African American and Native American sculptor to achieve national and international fame, she began to gain prominence in the USA during the Civil Ware. She was the first black woman artist who has participated and has been recognized to any extent by the American artistic mainstream. She Also in on Molefi Kete Asante's list of 100 Greatest African Americans.
-Marie Gulliemine Benoist (French, 1768-1826)
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Daughter of a civil servant, Marie was A pupil of Jaques-Louis David, whose she shared the revolutionary ideas with, painting innovative works that have caused whose revolutionary ideals he shared, painting innovative works that caused discussion. She opened a school for young girl artists, but the marriage with the banker Benoist and the political career Of the husband had slowly had effect on her artistic career, forcing her to stop painting. Her most famous work is Potrait of Madeline, which six years before slavery was abolished, so that painting became a simbol for women's emancipation and black people's rights.
-Lavinia Fontana (Italian, 1552-1614)
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She is remembered for being the first woman artist to paint an altarpiece and for painting the first female nude by a woman (Minerva in the act of dressing), commissioned by Scipione Borghese.
-Elisabetta Sirani. (Italian, 1698-1665)
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Her admirable artistic skills, that would vary from painting, drawing and engraving, permitted her, in 1660, to enter in the National Academy of S. Luca, making her work as s professor. After two years she replaced her father in his work of his Artistic workshop, turning it into an art schools for girls, becoming the first woman in Europe to have a girls' school of painting, like Artemisia Gentileschi, she represent female characters as strong and proud, mainly drawn from Greek and Roman stories. (ex. Timoclea Kills The Captain of Alexander the Great, 1659).
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beanghostprincess · 2 months
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Silly goofy wild and funky idea:
Transman Crocodile who transitioned via Ivankov.
Cross Guild events and Cross Guild Poly where Buggy finally gets the nerve to come out to her two lieutenants and also boyfriends. Mihawk just blinks like "yes? Your Haki is distinctly feminine, so this makes perfect sense. Oh, dear why are you crying, stop that-" meanwhile Crocodile has to bite back every single we traded genders joke and instead just shrugs, going "I quite literally could not be paid to give a fuck. You know I'm bisexual, this changes little, Clown."
Croc does off hand offer to hook Buggy up with Iva if that's smth she's interested in, tho.
Meanwhile Sanji has come out to the Strawhats as a transwoman as well, and the reactions are much more dramatic but no less supportive - if anything, some may be too supportive /hj ((Franky calls her queen and sis and Hawt Mama, Chopper already began working on ways to synthesize estrogen Just In Case, Luffy could not be made to give a single fuck, Ussop is swooning, Zoro informs her that this changes nothing and he'll still kick her ass, Robin offers her congratulations, Nami is already mathing out adding another bed in the girls' room or making a room JUST for Sanji and Ussop to share, Brooke waits 0.006783259 seconds before asking to see undies, just everyone being supportive and stupid))
This leads to Ivankov getting two separate contacts for their services, and so they arrange to meet at a small-ish island to help both, two birds, one stone :)).
Both crews go full Spiderman meme when they come across each other, and Iva handles it with all the gentility of a bull in a china shop, whisking both ladies away while the rest are left just plain gaping and awkwardly avoiding eye contact or completely oblivious to the tension (cough cough LUFFY).
Insert your own silly ideas here, generally.
But when they come back, Mihawk, Crocodile and Ussop are all just absolutely SWOONING for different reasons, full of Respect Woman Juice and I Love My Wife energy, it's adorable and cute and funny.
((Bonus: Luffy calls Buggy auntie without hesitation, and she almost cries even as she punches him over the head))
THIS IS SO CUTE SELJKFNSFLEFNLNDFDLKNSDLK
Okay, so, my thoughts on this. Crocodile having to hold back the 'we traded genders' joke is so damn real and I laughed SO hard. Love him. So true. And transfem Buggy lives in my mind rent free so this is just perfect because I absolutely love her. She's my beloved. She'd be so anxious about it and cry and Mihawk and Crocodile are like-- So done with her because she's acting stupid and dramatic and of course they're going to still want her. And she's crying and they're rolling their eyes and patting her head at the same time. Poor thing. She needs comfort okay??
And,, Transfem Sanji coming out is always so beautiful in my head. She's been battling her gender issues for AGES and now she feels comfortable enough to come out to the crew. She's anxious but she knows she has to do this now or she never will. And it's-- It's so real to me. The way she would explain everything that happened to her back in Momoiro Island and then say that she's actually a girl. And everyone's quiet because they know she's looking at Luffy only right now, expecting an answer from her captain. And Luffy is just like "??? Okay? You're still my cook. So who cares? You seem happier now!" and that is when Sanji starts crying. Because of course she's crying. And of course, Usopp is the one to hug her first because that's his girlfriend and she needs a hug and forehead kisses right now. But they have 0 privacy because Luffy wants hugs too. I mean. Obviously.
Franky is loud af and he's SOBBING while he screams how proud he is of their cook (I've always said Franky feels like a girldad because just look at how he interacts with Nami. And he's sooooooooo loving Sanji right now). Robin would be so so proud too and would say she's happy for her and smile in the sweetest of ways (Robin please adopt me). I think Chopper would also ask a lot of questions before making estrogen, just in case, but then he'd go and try to make it right away. Nami hugs Sanji but the sweet moment doesn't last long because she's already telling Franky her ideas for a bigger, better room for the girls or!!! "Better!!!!!! A room for Sanji and Usopp so we don't have to deal with them!!!!!! But also make the girl's room bigger because I say so!!!!!!". Zoro says he doesn't give a fuck because he will still kick her ass but he's secretly happy that she looks more relaxed and comfortable in her skin. Brook is Brook and he says his Brook thing about panties but I think Sanji would kick him having the best gender affirmation moment of her fucking life. And Jinbe is just the cutest because I think he'd laugh at the chaotically sweet situation and say that strength comes from being happy with yourself and Sanji is the strongest for being so brave and true to herself (he be saying poetic and cute shit like that and he expects me not to absolutely love him. Dad behavior. I am SO sure he would beat the shit out of anybody who misgendered Sanji. But that's what any Strawhat would do, so,,,).
They go see Iva (Iva my beloved) and they're all,, So uncomfortable,, Buggy acts overconfident and says she's perfectly fine and not scared at all of what Iva's going to do to her body (liar. She's scared af and Crocodile and Mihawk know so they keep scaring her even more because it's funny to see their girlfriend crying. Look. The fact that they're soft and dating doesn't mean they're not gonna bully her). And Sanji has smoked like two fucking boxes of cigarettes already despite saying that she doesn't care about it (she has never been more excited in her entire life) and she's holding Usopp's hand so hard she's going to break it at some point. Anyway, Iva is a dramatic bitch and they make Sanji and Buggy come with them to a more private place because they want it to be a surprise for everyone (drama queen. Love them. I would do it too. Trust the process, girls, you're in good hands). So Cross Guild and the Strawhats end up alone and waiting for their girls to come back. And. Yeah. Uncomfortable. Zoro looks at Mihawk at some point and goes:
Zoro: I thought you were gay. Mihawk: I swing both ways. Usopp: Actually, you swing sword- Mihawk: Awful. Shut up. Don't ever speak to me again. Don't even look at my direction, actually. Roronoa, why is your crew like this? Zoro: It was really funny, though. Mihawk: I wish to not partake in this conversation anymore. Everyone just shut up and wait. ............. Luffy: Hey, guys, do you think Sanji's going to have bigger boobs than Zor- Nami: OH MY GOD LUFFY YOU CAN'T SAY THAT Luffy: BUT I'M CURIOUS Zoro: Yeah, she's going to ask for the biggest of boobs only to piss me off because she's annoying like that. Mihawk: Why would you even care about your breast size, Roronoa? Crocodile: Tsk. You care about mine. Usopp: OH MY GOD SJKFNSKDEWKFJNJKSFN
Okay, so Sanji and Buggy eventually come back. Finally. And they were gorgeous before but now they're even more beautiful because they actually look extremely happy with their bodies. I want to describe how I see them but just check @/vongulli's account and see their fem Buggy because she kills me every time and that's the only way I can see fem Buggy now. And Sanji to me looks like @/sibmakesart's fem Sanji. This artist made a nude fem Sanji not long ago and I loved it,, So much,, ANYWAY!!!!!! Getting carried away.. Thinking about women. It's not my fault I'm a lesbian. But they look perfect and they're comfortable and happy. And Sanji's boobs are surprisingly not huge and Zoro makes a comment about that but Sanji is like:
Sanji: WHAT????? YOU ONLY SEE ME AS A BOOB-OBSESSED GIRL OR WHAT? Literally everyone at the same time: Yes. Sanji: Well, for your information- Usopp: She likes thighs more Sanji: Usopp, don't tell them- Iva: And also, my dears, that is not how my power works Zoro: So you did ask for big boobs and you couldn't have them Sanji: I'm going to kill you and wearing heels it's going to hurt even more Usopp: Is it weird that I'm kind of turned on right now? Nami: ...Haha Usopp: Are you okay? Nami: Hey, Usopp, I- Usopp: You can't fuck her Nami: I swear I can't have anything!!! What do you have against lesbians??? Usopp: YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY??? Nami: I dunno, yes??
Crocodile and Mihawk are having... A moment. They will still bully her and they're sure she's going to look extremely pretty crying and whining but right now she deserves to be worshipped because just look at her. Buggy approaches them and she's like "If you laugh I'm going to throw knives at you and then leave Cross Guild and!! And!! And I'm going to be really mad so pleasedon'tlaughireallylikethispleasedon'truinit" and they look at her with the fondest of looks (but gotta be honest, they're so horny right now it's unbearable. Like yes, happy wife happy home happy everything but also happy dick because just look at her). Crocodile is just frowning and genuinely asks "Why would we laugh? You look stunning, dear" and Mihawk follows with "I must say I'm not surprised, since you've always looked beautiful. But you look... More satisfied with yourself." And Buggy has to hold back the tears and that's why she starts saying things like "Pffft. Yeah! I knew I'd be gorgeous like this too! Now I look even flashier!" and y'know, the two men are letting her have her moment because now she looks even better and they can't stop staring at her. So maybe she's right this time when she fakes confidence.
Usopp and Nami need a second to process everything, I think. Also, they both hit Brook at the same time when he's about to ask Sanji the question™. Nami is having a lesbian moment, but of course Sanji realizes and does her Sanji thing like opening her mouth and speaking:
Sanji: Nami-swaaan!!! Do you like how I look now??? Nami, ignoring her and whispering to herself: Disgusting. I hate this. Zoro: At the end of the day it's just curly, huh? Nami: I was thinking with my dick. Zoro: Yeah. Happens. Been there.
So, Usopp and Sanji finally get their moment together because at least the Strawhats are respectful enough to give them their sweet uhhhh two minutes before they start complimenting Sanji. So that's something! Sanji is confident with her body but is a bit shy and isn't sure what Usopp will think about this. Not that she has changed much, even, but, you know. Just different. In a good way for her! But different. And Usopp approaches her slowly and smiling and he's just so so so happy. And he's like "You look gorgeous!" / "... Really? I wasn't sure whether you'd like it-" / "I will always like you! But more importantly, do you like you?" / "I mean- Weird phrasing, but yes. Yes? I think so. Yes." / "Then that's all that matters." And Sanji really, really doesn't want to cry because she has never cried in front of the whole crew. She just can't help it. But Usopp knows she doesn't like it when others see her cry so he quickly wipes her tears away and when she starts laughing (so so happy and full of love) Usopp just needs to kiss her.
Meanwhile, Luffy is there calling Buggy auntie and asking when she's going to tell Shanks about this. She keeps saying she will never tell him and if he wants to find out, he'll do it through her new wanted poster or whatever, but not from her.
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rmoonstoner · 8 months
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Lucky Dip
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Miguel O'Hara x fem!mutant!reader (Gambit's sister, co-leader of the Thieves Guild.)
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18+, size kink, size difference, chase kink, pie eating, p in v sex, cream pie, biting and scratching, mentions of blood from the biting and scratching, pain kink, praising the reader, teasing, slight rope bondage(webbing)
Mutant powers were chosen at random, using a 20 sided dice, 3 times. Speed, teleportation, and luck. Seems fitting for the sister of the gambling cajun, Gambit.
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As it's a one shot, I didn't bother with forcing Miguel to say shock. In this, he swears like a normie.
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Something definitely was not right in the Thieves Guild. Your brother, Remy, had been training new recruits for the past two weeks. Normally that wasn't a problem, but the X-Men had called out of the blue and specifically requested his assistance. They actually requested both of you, but you weren't too keen on going with him after the last time.
The last time you went, Hank had taken every chance he got to see if your luck was as infinite as Remy had claimed. He and Logan even picked up the habit of doing the Speed Ball special to you, without warning, or just outright throwing random shit at you to see if they could hit you.
As fun as it was being tossed around like a rag doll, it wasn't exactly the type of attention that you wanted.
So, with Remy leaving for whatever mission the X-Men had, that left you in charge of Friday's last class of the day. Then hopefully an entire weekend of lounging around, eating the stash of goodies while your brother was away.
"Now 'member, cher, dere's a big guy on da new recruits roster. He's very strong, an' he's as testy as Logan. Be careful 'round 'em." Your brother cautioned as he subtly pointed at the large man in a white jacket, a pair of glasses on his nose. He was calmly drinking a tiny cup of espresso, all by himself in the cafeteria. He just looked grumpy, a lot like Logan.
"I'll be fine, Remy. You worry too much."
"I mean it. Try not t'get yourself killed, cher. He didn't like it one bit when I hit on 'em. He threatened t'slit my throat if I ever did it again, so maybe you just dun leave him be. Has sharp ass claws, and he has dis sticky shit dat he shoots out of his wrists." Remy said with a froen. You could see he was obviously upset at being turned down and threatened.
"Shut up. You're just salty he refused your advances. Unlike you, I don't make it a habit to hit on the new recruits, or my teammates." You remarked as you jabbed him in the chest. Remy feigned a shocked and innocent expression while putting both of his hands up.
"It's not my fault dat I was born a ten."
"Wow. What the fuck, Rem? It's hard for the members to take you seriously as a leader when you're always such a salacious slut. I can only imagine how insufferable you are when you go work for the Professor."
"You're just jealous Xavier asks me for help, and not you." He said and you rolled your eyes with a huff.
"I think you're jealous that the recruits listen to me better than they listen to you. Sure, exploding shit is cool and all, but I can drop-kick them into any dimension of my choosing because I can teleport! And because of that, I got to go hang out with the Avengers. They are on a higher tier than the X-Men." You gave him a sassy response and he snorted and looked away.
"Ugh, sometimes I tink Kurt would've been a better sis den you. At least he don constantly undermine my authority."
"Kurt talks shit about you behind your back, you saucy wench. He prays for your soul every night. Now that's bad if a priest prays for you, nightly." You shot back and he huffed. A second later, he started to swear up a storm in French as he searched his pockets.
"You alright?"
"I can't find my cocaine. I jus' put it into my coat pocket dis mornin'…"
"Good. You don't need the drugs. You remember what you did the last time you went over to the school with that shit?" You said and Remy just crossed his arms and pouted.
"Xavier forgave me."
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The class had started, and you weren't surprised to see all the students, except for one, at the back of the class. The one at the front was the guy your brother had warned you about. He was huge, and he looked very grumpy. You decided to just teach a few basic pickpocketing techniques, and hopefully no one would get hurt.
"You son of a bitch!" One advanced student, John, was mad that the new guy hadn't followed the basic rules. Instead of stealthily trying to steal something from John's pocket, the new guy simply lifted John up by the ankles, turned him upside down, and shook him until his pockets were empty. Now John was struggling in the guy's grip, kicking and swearing. You went over and sighed.
"Okay, enough. Put him down. John, take the rest of the class out of here. I need to speak to this guy." You said firmly and the guy dropped John and stood back with his arms crossed while looking exceptionally pleased with himself. John took the others out of the room as he glared at the new guy. Once they left, you turned to look at him.
"What the fuck is your deal, buddy?" You asked as you leaned against the wall.
"John was trying to take my watch. No one touches my watch." He simply said, arms crossed.
Your eyes went to his wrist, seeing a fancy and very high tech looking watch that you would see Tony Stark, Reed Richards, or Hank McCoy wear. You raised a brow and slowly looked at the arm it was on.
He had massive arms and legs, a muscular torso, thick neck, and his face was pretty. You were one hundred percent certain that he had abs for days under that tight fitting white coat he was wearing. He was fine as hell, and you understood why your brother was disappointed that this guy told him a resounding 'No.' with a capital N.
"The whole point of the exercise is to steal something undetected. He would give it back when the exercise is complete. We don't attack our own people for following basic training orders, and we have a code of not stealing from fellow guild members"
"I didn't attack him. I stopped him from stealing from me, then I promptly liberated his belongings."
"Look, that's not how we do shit here, man. Our whole shtick is steal in secret from the rich and undeserving. Not shake the change and drugs out of The Spot." You scolded him and rolled your eyes.
"That's a stupid hero name. Who names themselves 'The Spot?' Sounds as lame as he looks."
"Right. What's your name, anyways?"
"Miguel O'Hara."
"Do you have a hero name? And please don't say Spider-Man, there's already two of those."
"Uh…" He stalled for a moment as he looked away.
"Right. Gotta work on that, then. What's your background? Like, human, Mutant, or…?" You asked while looking at his red eyes, sharp claws, and his funky looking vampire fangs.
"I am classified as a mutate. External forces caused my powers to develop." He said as he explained exactly what his powers were.
"Was it an accident?"
"Sort of. I did this to myself. I was trying to find and antidote to reverse a drug addiction to a drug that once you stop taking it, you die. My boss drugged me, hoping to black mail and keep me on payroll. When that backfired, I fled. That's why I am here. I want to destroy his business and take everything he holds dear." Miguel now looked very angry, with both fists clenched.
"Well, you're not gonna get very far acting like a bag a rabid Wolverines. My brother also doesn't take too kindly on people disrespecting him or myself, or the others he has put in charge of the Thieves Guild." You explained as he shifted and gave you an unreadable look. It was almost threatening.
"Look, Miguel, I don't give a shit if you wanna be here for revenge purposes, but while you're here, you will work as a team with everyone else, or you can get the fuck out of our hair." You said angrily and he tilted his head, a large grin forming on his face.
"What?"
"Nothing."
You suddenly got an idea, and you gave him an evil smirk. It was his turn to be worried and intrigued.
"Tag, you're it. Catch ya later, loser!" You declared and slapped him exceptionally hard on the ass, then darted out the door.
Miguel snarled and was off, chasing after you.
You ran past a few members, warning them to get out of the way as you hopped up the side of an empty elevator shaft and clambered up. About half way up, you could hear the hollow thuds of the metal at the bottom of the shaft, and it was loud!
Not only was it loud, but the vibrations shook you off balance. You almost slipped as you watched Miguel bound up the shaft after you effortlessly.
Your eyes went wide, and you quickly exited the elevator shaft and ran down a few hallways, then came to the stairs and ran down to the next level, and into another room. After, you teleported down to the main training room. There, you crawled up into the vents and found a shortcut to get you up to the roof. Once at the top, you waited for Miguel by watching the spot you came out of. You remembered your brother saying this guy had a good sense of smell, so you figured that he'd be a while since you teleported.
"What are you waiting for?" Miguel's voice surprised you.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ!" You hissed as you turned around to see him hanging upside down from a billboard. You promptly backed up, tripped over your own feet, and fell back. Before you could hit the ground, Miguel had caught you and was now hunched over your body on his knees.
How did he find you? You were fast, teleported, and had luck on your side. Why the fuck did Lady Luck just suddenly decide to fail you now?
"Guess this means I win. What's my prize?" Miguel said smugly as he leaned down, his face just a mere inch away from yours.
You felt everything heat up as you became very aware of how he was perched over you. He was between your legs, both of his massive arms around you. One hand was firmly on your ass, his fingers grasping you tightly, while the other was holding your neck, fingers on your sensitive pressure points. His torso and hips were flush against yours, feeling like a perfect fit
"Oh, uh…" Your face went hot as you looked away nervously.
"You know, you're hot when you're angry. Even sexier when you're speechless." Miguel's voice rumbled as he forced you to turn your head, then he licked your lower lip. You sucked in a breath and felt him push his hips forward a bit.
So many things raced through your mind at that point. How unprofessional this man was. The audacity of this man that was pushing his huge and hard length against your aching core. How he was daring to do this, to you, the sister of the leader of the Thieves Guild.
And how fucking dare his sexy perfect face be that God damn smug.
He was pretty hot. Like, hot enough to give your brother some serious competition. Remy would not react well to not having any of the attention on him…
But it was nice to have some attention you actually might consider for once. Plus, you were suddenly feeling exceptionally horny.
For some reason.
"You know. I don't like your brother. At all. I honestly don't see how you're related. But you… I like you and I think that I deserve something good for catching you. I was told you're uncatchable." Miguel husked as his hand grabbed your hair and he yanked your head back. You hissed as his mouth smoothed over your throat. You went rigid and squeaked as he licked a line down the column of your neck to your collarbone. You squirmed and wriggled as a small moan escaped you.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Miguel hummed as he thrust himself against you. You whimpered and rolled your hips in return, which made him chuckle darkly.
"I'll even make a deal with you. You let me have a taste, and I'll be a good boy for you. I will listen to your orders without question. I won't cause trouble, and I'll even let your playboy brother continue to have his pick of the dating pool." As he spoke, his nose nudged alongside yours. You could feel his lips right there, barely touching you as he breathed hot air into your face. He smelled like spicy coffee and mint.
That wasn't all you could smell.
You could smell something else. His cologne or aftershave. It was woodsy smelling, with a hint of something floral. You smelled the deodorant he was wearing, which surprisingly smelled like fruit. Then the cleaners he used for his clothing, fresh lavender.
All of those smells were intoxicating, comforting, and most definitely arousing. So arousing, you decided to say fuck it and go for it. You deserved it. Remy be damned if he didn't like it.
Instead of answering Miguel, you bucked up and dove your hands into his hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. You could hear the groan come from deep in his chest as he returned the kiss with much enthusiasm. You pulled on his hair as he moved down to your chest and started to pull at your shirt. Luck decided to spare each button and seam as Miguel tugged it off violently.
He growled when he didn't find a bra underneath and he was quick to find and suck and tug on your nipples with his teeth. You whined loudly as he kept thrusting his pelvis against yours. The way he was doing it was specifically for your benefit, using your groans as cues on where you needed the friction the most. You were almost at the peak, but it wasn't enough.
You suddenly turned the tables and flipped him onto his back, straddling him. He gasped as you grabbed his coat, then teleported it away. Next went his shirt, and you stopped when you saw his hero uniform underneath.
"You weren't kidding about being one of them Spiders." You said as your hands smoothed over the silky smooth fabric.
"I'm not a liar." Miguel purred, his hands finding your hips and squeezing them as he pushed up with his hips.
"Unlike my brother. That's a good trait to have. I like it."
"I have other good traits."
"Really? Such as?"
"I've been told I have a mean tongue punch." He said with hooded eyes as he ran his tongue over his fangs. You blushed and grinned.
"Oh…" You were very intrigued. Miguel returned your grin, his large hands smoothing up and down your sides.
"Si, la Diosa Fortuna." He husked back in Spanish. You loved Spanish, and his voice was absolutely perfect for it. You found yourself grinding down hard, loving the size of him and how he held you against him.
Again, everything was turned upside down, with him hovering over you. You gasped as his hands came down, hooking his fingers into your pockets and yanking them down your legs. He threw them somewhere, you didn't really care where, and he growled when he found your bottom matched the top, too.
No underwear.
"Dios mio…" Miguel's eyes went red once he saw you bare. You squirmed, trying to close your legs and hide, but he was quick to place both palms flat on your thighs to keep them spread for him.
"Mierda… Tan Bonita…" He hummed and leaned down to have a closer look, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his breath met with your heated skin. You could hear him inhale and groan.
You tried to sit up, but he grabbed your wrists and pushed them above your head. He grinned and tsked at you as he gave you a slow grind. Another groan came bubbling forth from your throat and you suddenly felt him let go, leaving something warm and sticky on your wrists.
What the..?
You tried to bring your hands up to inspect them, but they were stuck to the concrete. You almost panicked, but Miguel soothed you by gently stroking your thighs. His face slowly dipped down to just under your breasts, placing gentle, feather light kisses to your cold feeling skin. You exhaled slowly, feeling his hands glide down your stomach and to your hips, placing kisses where his fingertips touched.
"I saw you the first day I got here." Miguel rasped as he licked your left hip and squeezed the right with his hand.
"You were busy with Remy, and a few others, playing Poker…" Miguel grinned and looked into your eyes.
"And the smug look on his face as he hit on the guy you were clearly enamored with…" He went on as he switched sides, kissing and licking at your right hip.
"It made me mad, that he didn't respect you enough to leave the guy alone… Even madder when the guy reciprocated his flirtatious advances…" By now he sounded angry, but his touches were still gentle and purposefully focused on your pleasure.
"Which is baffling to me, since you were letting your brother win the card game. I saw your hand. It was the highest the deck can hold, and he was bluffing with a pair of twos…" He whispered loud enough for you to hear as he hoisted one of your legs up and put some of his webbing on your ankle. He did the same to the other leg, then connected the two, before finally chuckling at his handiwork.
"And I absolutely loved how that flipped the petty switch on in you. Your body language changed just enough for me to notice that you weren't letting him steal your crush aaand the win from you." He smirked and ducked his head under the makeshift rope, so it and your feet were now behind his head, the backs of your knees draped over his shoulders. He sighed and kissed your thighs as his hands cupped your ass, giving it a hefty groping.
"You slammed those cards down, glared at him, then took his comical looking little sack of treasure. I enjoyed seeing the joy drain from his stupid purple and black eyes as the dude that you two were flirting with tried to switch back to you, only for you to throw the cards in his face and vanish. That was wild to see. You know your worth, and that's so fucking hot." Miguel spoke between wet sloppy kisses all over your thighs and hips. He seemed pleased with the small yelps and gasps that came from you.
"You make such pretty little noises… And I haven't even had a taste of your sweet nectar yet… Which, by the way, smells irresistible…" He purred out, face getting right close to your core.
"I want to hear you make a lot more noises for me…" Miguel hummed, right before he went in for a teasing lick.
You felt your breath catch as his tongue slipped along your wet hole. He made a deep groan as he pressed his face closer, shoving his tongue inside and wriggling it around. The action was so sudden, you bucked. He was prepared for that and he held you down firmly as he licked upwards and rubbed his nose into your clit.
"Ah, fuck! Miguel…" You kept trying to move your hands, frequently forgetting he had them bound.
He hummed and moved a hand down between your legs as he moved his tongue up to your clit, sucking it in between his lips while his fingers quickly replaced his tongue.
One finger slid in easy enough, but it was a large finger. He probed and prodded you, then slipped another inside to scissor them until he found that sweet spot that would make you arch and moan.
He felt so good!
"You taste so good…" He mumbled while slurping at your clit, fingers slowly stroking your gspot.
You whined and squirmed more, hands making fists, face scrunching up in ecstacy as you peered at him through half hooded eyes. His tongue swirled up and down, pushing in and lapping at your sensitive bud. Your knees shook, eyes rolling back as you arched even more for him.
Just a little bit more…
Miguel decided that now was a good time to pull away. You groaned in disappointment and thrashed a bit to let him know you were displeased with him suddenly stopping. At least he kept his thick fingers inside of you, but he refused to budge them. He looked you in the eye and grinned while he slowly licked his lips and fangs.
"I want more of you." He leaned in and husked into your ear. You felt a shiver ripple through you, right down to your throbbing cunt.
"Miguel… Please… Stop teasing me…" You softly begged him as you clenched around his fingers. He hummed and nodded, then proceeded to wriggle his torso between your legs, so your roped up feet would stay wrapped around his waist.
"What do you want from me, hermosa?" Miguel asked while he slowly undid his belt and pants. Your eyes carefully watched him while you subconsciously licked your lower lip.
"Show me the rest of that fucking suit of yours. Please?" Your voice was full of need as you struggled with your confines.
Truth be told, you could break out of them, if you wanted to, but the thought of being dominated like this was thrilling. Miguel was proving to be quite the asset, because he was exceptionally great with that mouth of his. He hadn't even poked you with his teeth, thank the Gods. You could even swear his tongue was longer than a normal person's should be.
Miguel smirked at you and he shucked his pants real quick with a kick behind him. That left him standing in that blue and red. Your eyes raked down his form once more, going wide when you saw the bulge between his impressive thighs.
"I take it you like what you see?" He purred as the suit slowly crumbled away into a fine holographic dust, leaving him naked, aside from his footwear. Every muscle, curve, and dip was on display, and you groaned as he reached down to cup your face. His other hand gripped his leaking cock, and he pressed it against your opening, sliding it up and down your slick folds.
"Yes…. Please?" You gave him a pleading look as you lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to slip inside.
Miguel's eyes narrowed, hand slowly going down your body to your dripping center. He pressed his thumb over your clit and began to push himself in bit by glorious bit. You sucked in a deep breath as the head of his cock sank deeper and deeper, and quickly exhaled as he pushed himself to sit fully inside of you. Your mouth was wide open, eyes nearly shut with tears leaking down your cheeks at how much he was stretching you.
"Mierda… So tight… So wet…" He hunched down to whisper in your ear as he patiently waited for you to adjust and give him the go ahead. You controlled your breathing, feeling him whisper his praises as he gently stroked your thighs.
"So good… Your pussy feels so good… Amazing… You can take it…" His voice was rough and low, almost gravelly as he nipped your neck just behind your ear. You whined, moaned, and gasped as he dragged his fangs along your skin. He felt you flutter around him and he drew back just enough to look into your eyes.
"Miguel, please… Please, fuck me…" You breathed out as you ground your pelvis into his. Miguel groaned, his hands going down to grab at your backside, pulling you up as he sat on his knees. It was a bit awkward with your hands still stuck to the roof, but it was worth it with how much deeper he seemed to fit.
"Si, si… Just hold on…" He replied and then started to thrust in a heavy rhythm. He was testing to see how you felt and you answered him with a groan and writhed as he went harder. You could hear how wet you wet for him.
"You like that, yeah? Being fucked like this?" Miguel growled as he increased the pace. You weren't able to reply as he slammed hard against that sweet spot. You could only moan loudly and you came. You convulsed as he chose to keep pushing against that spongy mass of nerves.
Miguel was quick to stimulate your clit once more as he went faster, drawing another orgasm from you too quickly. You shook, thrashing as you yelped. He adored the noises you made, how you whined for him as he hit that spot especially hard, or how you gasped and barely could breathe when he decided to push you tightly down against the concrete and drag himself especially slow, teasing you.
"Such a good girl… Can I come inside?" He groaned as he went in and nudged his nose against yours.
"Y-yes… Oh Gods… P-please… Please fill me…" You managed to reply between strangled breathes and drawn out moans. Miguel grunted and his lips crashed against yours as he hungrily kissed you and started to go even harder.
You felt him pulse and twitch the closer he got. You couldn't do much but wriggle in his grasp as he moved on to your neck sucking and licking your skin. His teeth dug in a bit more as his claws gripped your hips, both just barely breaking the skin.
"So good… Gonna fill you…. Fuck…" He mumbled feverishly as he worked his pelvis hard against yours, making sure to rub your clit as he pushed in all the way. His teeth sank into your flesh, claws digging in as his cock spurted a thick load and painted your walls. You felt how warm it was, the rush of his fluids as he kept coming, pumping more and more into you. It got to the point where you started to feel it leaking down your ass, pooling under you as he started to move once more.
"More… One more…" He mumbled and kissed you hard. You could taste your blood on his lips as he dove his tongue in and amped up the speed of his hips again. You groaned and started to yelp as he fucked you hard a fast.
"Your hands… Scratch me…" He was desperate to feel your hands on him again, so he reached up and slashed the webs, freeing your hands. You quickly brought them down to his shoulders and dug them in, causing him to hiss out a loud moan.
"Like that, harder…" His voice cracked as you did what he asked and dragged them down to his ass, leaving angry lines in your wake.
He shuddered and suddenly twisted your body, and you heard the sound of the webbing snap at your feet. He somehow got your left leg straddled with his, with your right being put over his shoulder, one of his arms holding it in place, all while keeping his throbbing cock inside of you. He panted hard as he pushed in, somehow getting it deeper with each thrust.
"Oh fuck, so deep, Miguel, fuck…" You panted as you watched his face, with him damn near snarling as he looked at you intensely.
"Gonna put more come in ya… Gonna… Gonna…" He started to trail off muttering in Spanish as his movements got sloppily. He brought a hand down to rub at you, his face turning to your leg, tongue licking a stripe from your ankle to your calf, his eyes never leaving yours. You dug your fingers in harder, pulling him in closer as the obscene squelching noises got louder along with your moans.
"This is the best pussy I've ever fucking had…" He managed to get out, before the Spanish came spilling forth in a jumbled mess. His face twisted into sheer ecstacy as he slammed into you hard and released another fat load into you.
This time you got to see his expression as he came. He was gorgeous and sexy as his brows furrowed, eyes shut with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was divine, with him chewing on half of his lip, one fang hanging over it. His nose was crinkled just a bit, and his cheeks were blushed out on his lovely cheekbones.
He looked like a marble Renaissance statue of a God.
You felt yourself let go again, coming hard along with him. He made a whimpering noise as you clamped around him, and he brought you both to rest on his back, you on his chest. You both stilled, only the sound your heavy breaths filling the night air.
"Wow, that was amazing…" Miguel murmured as he kissed the top of your head. You hummed and snuggled in a bit closer.
"It sure was. I suppose you're going to rub this in my brother's face when he gets back?" You asked. He chuckled and patted your ass.
"That depends "
"On what?"
"If he tries to hit on me again, I'm definitely gonna rub it in his face, along with the fact that I stole this from him, and he didn't even notice." He grinned as he dug into his jacket beside him and showed you a small gold pill box. Your eyes went wide and you gasped.
"Miguel! You didn't!?"
"Sure did. Took it while he was busy smooth talking that brunette with the white streak in her hair. She saw me take it from him, too, and she didn't tell him. Dunno why."
"Oh, her? That's Rogue. Remy has the hots for her, but she keeps turning him down. She can't touch anyone without sucking the life from them... That, and something about him being too sleazy for her or something."
"Oh man, if he doesn't wanna be called sleazy, maybe he should stop hitting on anything with a mouth. I guess I'm doing him a favor, then." He laughed. You rolled your eyes, but knew he was right.
"True. I think he won't ever stop being a horny menace, even if he manages to find a partner."
"Being a horny menace isn't so bad."
"Are you for real, right now?"
"Well I think being a horny menace is okay if it's with one person all the time." He said with a charming grin, those fangs making him look extra alluring.
"Miguel, what are you implying?"
"How about dinner, tonight? Before Remy gets back? I know this amazing little place that has the best Jerk spiced fried potato wedges, and fantastic Belinis."
"A date? That's what you want from me?" You asked, a little surprised he wanted to see you again.
"Yeah. I like you a lot, and you're fun."
"You know what? Sure. Your tongue punching game was very convincing."
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Note:
I wrote this while in an edible stupor over a few days. When not high, I was at work, escaping my duties by writing this trash and waiting for the floors and the laundry to dry. This was not proofread.
Also, I did not write the reader with the same Cajun accent that Remy has because:
1. That's too much work for a one shot.
2. I envisioned the reader to be biologically related through blood, and were separated young enough for her not to share the accent, but you can disregard this and do you.
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alexa-fika · 2 months
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Antidote for one ( Crocodile x pigeon!reader)
A/N: Do I have any idea where this is going now? But I still love writing them, because fics like this just make me feel some type of wayyyy, the type of way where you’re on the edge of your sit wanting more, you know what I mean?”
Pt 1, Pt 3
Doflamingo Version
Dividers by @/saradika
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Crocodile smiles, taking another drag on his cigar
“Now we are getting somewhere. There is a marine base on the South Sea. We need you to infiltrate in and retrieve a marine captain, dead or alive.”
They slam their hand on his desk
“What the hell is that? I do deliveries; I am not an assassin.”
“You deliver messages and letters, do you not?You bring things for me to the destination I specify.” He mockingly tells them
“This is no different, the delivery just happens to be more alive, or dead depending on how you want to do it.” He said shrugging his shoulders
“Do not worry; the Marines will believe he was killed by a pirate that they are searching for. So, is this a yes or no?”
“Have you lost your mind?! No!” They exclaim
“I do deliveries. Not killings”
Crocodile stares them down
“What part of this did you not understand?You either deliver the goods or lose your wings. Is this clear enough to you?”
They lean in closer to him
“I call bull, im not doing it.”
Crocodile smirks sharply as he leans as well and glares back at them with a menacing aura
“Give your answer again, pigeon….”
They glare at him, not backing down
“No.”
“Wrong answer” Crocodile smiles
“I will give you one more last chance, so listen up,.
As you know, when working for the Cross Guild, your wings are not yours. And I have every right to take them away.”
“They are not! These wings are mine, they are a part of me and I don’t belong to you, hell I tecnically don’t even work for you”
Crocodile stands up and, in one swift movement, wrapping his hand around them, the sharp edge of his hook hovering over their wings
“This again? Im getting tired of this. Are you going to change your answer now?”
They still glancing at the hook, breaths away from their wings but remain firm
“I will not. I agreed to do deliveries, not murders; matter of fact, im not doing any deliveries for you; I call bullshit on your threat. Would you really just destroy the wings that carry your deliveries, great amount of your gains around?”
Crocodile keeps his hook on their wings with a sharp gaze
“I never make empty threats,Reader.” He warns
“You are correct in saying that your little wings are valuable to me, but you underestimate me,. Did you think my only solution was to destroy your wings completely?” he said, removing the golding covering on his hook and hovering it above their wings again
“No, Little Pigeon, I am more than capable of teaching you a lesson, removing your wings without me losing my valuable asset,” he drawls
“Oh please, what could you possibly do to achieve something like that? Nothing.”
Crocodile grins
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
He digs his hook into their wings, creating two minor lacerations in each wing
They wince at the quick jabs but grin at him
“Is that all? Just some little pokes?”
Crocodile smirks at them,
“Are you sure Thats all there was to it little pigeon?”
“What are yo-
Their eyes widen as they quickly figure out the meaning behind his words, finding themselves unable to open or even move their wings
“Are you seeing the light now, little bird?” Crocodile’s grins with a cruel expression
“I do not have to destroy your wings to keep you in line. Simply paralyzing them keeps you as quiet as you should be.”
“What did you do”
He laughs mockingly at them as he puts the golden covering over his hook again and sits back down, leaning back on his chair, letting out a long cloud of smoke as he exhales from his cigar.
“I originally had deadly poison in it from scorpions in Alabasta. But I am more than able to complete the job more easily than poison would, so I replaced it with something different, a paralyzer.”
“If it is a paralyzer, Then I will simply wait for it to go away” they grit their teeth, backing away and heading for the door, putting their hand over the handle
Crocodile shakes his head as he smirks
“You clearly are not understanding the severity of your situation, Reader,” he drawls lazily blowing another puff of smoke
“Did you think I would store some measly paralizer? No, it is a special kind, one that needs an antidote to be lifted” he said, holding a vial in his hand and shaking it mockingly
They still, their hand still over the handle
“Then I will find my own antidote,” they mutter
“Oh, I’m not sure you can do that,” Crocodile said with a sadistic grin, staring at them
“You have no idea what the paralyzer is; therefore, don’t know what antidote you need, will you just start consuming different ones, hoping for the best? For all you know, I could’ve crafted it myself.”
They stand still for a while, their hand eventually leaving the handle, letting it fall back to their sides, not turning around to the man behind them
Crocodile smirks at them, putting the vial back on his desk
“That’s what I thought, Little pigeon. Your little brain seems to be working better than your mouth.”
Crocodile's grin turns sadistic, his eyes shining like the sun from behind his cigar.
”Now, are you going to take the job?”
“Give them back.”
Crocodile laughs at them before blowing a puff of smoke from his cigar
“You really are entertaining; if you have not been so damn stubborn about this, I would almost grow to like you.
But unfortunately, that is not the case; your wings are still mine till you fulfill the job.”
“Give them back,” they growl, turning around to face him, grabbing an ornamental sword hanging upon the wall, and storming his way
“Ah, you think you’re going to fight me and get the wings back? A bold pigeon, aren’t you? But I would be rather disappointed if that is the case….”
Crocodile stands up and slowly walks across the room
“Because little bird, it would be a shame if I had to resort to the less friendly methods for dealing with you.”
Crocodile’s expression remains calm and nonchalant as he walks ever closer to them, staring at them with a piercing gaze
They growl raising the sword and quickly bringing it down upon the former warlord.
In a swift motion, his hook comes out and grabs the blade in spinning it out of their grasp, falling to the ground with a loud clang
Crocodile’s grin widens
“Now, have you had enough of this charade? Or do you want to continue making a fool of yourself?”
They grit their teeth, glaring at the man before them
Crocodile stares back, his grin widening as he laughs at them.
“So much defiance for a small pigeon like you. Very well, you have chosen the less friendly option.”
Crocodile’s hand slams them against the wall pinning them against it.
They struggle against his grip
“Give them back!” They growl
“You still wish to play this game? You really need to know your place, little bird.” Crocodile said in a harsh, cruel tone
His face inches closer to theirs
“Your wings are not yours; they belong to the Cross Guild, and thus they belong to me. Your pride and ego is rather amusing to watch, but you need to know when to bow your head.”
Crocodile holds them still, with no intention of letting them go
“This is a nice feeling…, to see you squirming like a small bird stuck in a hawk’s talons” he laughs cruelly
“You know what I want,” Crocodile said, his voice dropping in volume to a whisper
He leans in closer to them, his voice turning menacing and terrifying
“Agree, and the antidote is yours.”
“I’ll do your damn deliveries but im not killing anyone!”
“Ah ha, so you do have the slightest of common sense buried beneath that dense brain of yours,” Crocodile said, smirking
“I’ll change your assignment to your usual deliveries, and no complaints will come from you when doing it, right?”
They simply glare at him
“It’s a simple question, Reader a yes or no question” Crocodile’s smirk turns into a sadistic grin
“Will I hear a single word of complaint from you from now, yes or no?”
“No” they grumble
Crocodile smirks, his grin growing wider than before
“Good little pigeon. And let me be clear this time: You complete your assignments on time, or you lose the antidote for good.”
“And how will I do that without without the antidote? Without my wings?” They hiss
“I will give you a diluted antidote; it will contrast the paralyzer for enough time for you to do your delivery and come back.”
“You can’t be seri-
“Perhaps this will teach you to stay in your lane; if your a good little messenger, I will give you the full antidote; until then, you will only go where I tell you to, when I tell you to”
“Now, do you understand, little pigeon?”
“…”
“Are we clear?” Crocodile glares at them
“Crystal,” they snap
Crocodile grins and tosses the small glass vial containing a diluted bit of the antidote over to them
“Take the antidote; you have till the sun sets to deliver that package
And don’t think about taking the antidote and trying to sneak off; it will not work; you will crash to the ground if you do not come back for more.”
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Again im not sure where this is going but I love writing stuff like this lmao, do you guys like reading stuff like this? How does it make you feel?
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wyattsminne · 4 months
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Hello! I'm a trans/queer FFXIV player that finally bit the bullet and made a tumblr account for my WoL OC. My pronouns are any/all and most people call me Sis, Abby, or Abigail, but honestly, I'm okay if you refer to me some other way!
I made this as a medium for exploring and exercising my creative side, but I may at times just be a calm lurker reblogging and talking about non-FFXIV stuff. If you ever want to visit me in-game, you can find me on Primal (Excalibur) under the name Sister Abigail (yes, for those who recognize the name, it is in fact a wrestling reference).
I plan over time to provide more information about Abby, but if you want to know more, ask any questions you want and I'll do my best to answer them!
My OC: Abigail Wyatt
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Abby is a young Midlander that found a life with the Archers' Guild housed in Gridania. Having lived in the Twelveswood city-state, Abby gained a fascination with the elements, eventually learning how to infuse those elements into her own artistry with her bow.
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barelylivingscholar · 3 months
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“Dr.Ratio with a student who has an attitude…”
Babes this is 900+ words... I've put out another one, AGAIN.
- So, you are a member of the Intelligentsia guild, studying under Dr. Ratio’s class. At first you were like, “I think he’ll embody the “🤓” emoji while at the same time insulting the fuck out of me until I get it right 🙄. You were not wrong… Dude basically walked up to class one day and decided that everyone was “uneducated” without even taking a single look at you guys… Yeah… And that was the day you decided, y’know what, this old man will not be the cause of my 13th reason… Not me… I paid for this and I’m getting out of here with my diploma, bitch 💅. - Days with the old man is literal hell. Like, he will NOT give you guys a break… I can imagine all the work you guys do with this old man and leaving you guys to figure it out so you guys get “educated” like be serious right now he is not PLAYING at all. Literally the worst but, he does make sense… Sometimes. Me thinks he is not bad, but just a really, really, strict teacher… Terror professor vibes… That’s what I’m getting. I mean, bro would insult you “lowkey” and would not gaf about your comebacks… At all… So, it’s lowkey pointless to argue back because dude will literally just say one word… And that’s it…   - The number of students dropping his class is INSANE. If you look to your side, you would only see either one or two people in the class meaning, the class is looking almost empty… If not for the toughest students like you guys… Congrats on not dropping out and still continuing to go through the old man’s class like… This is kind of a test for mentality and how long you guys would hold out… Me thinks, that you are definitely going to develop anger issues with this man… And some other mental illnesses you might catch during his lectures…
- If you manage to be one of the excelling students in his class that’s when he would start talking to you and you’re like… No way this old man suddenly decided he wanted to chat with me right now… Me thinks you’re going to be acting up the whole time… The conversations would start with stuff about the class and will end with how the lectures went for you. Oh boy… The way you DID NOT hold back on the feedback…You literally went off with your unresolved anger issues on him and the other mental illnesses you caught while under his guidance and bro just said “interesting.” All that for one word… Smh… - The next meeting went surprisingly… Smooth? Like the man suddenly decided he would be less insulting and more on… Lecturing…? What did this old man EAT??? You basically just sat there and side eyed him the whole time. Did the old man got possessed? That is what you were thinking halfway through the lecture until he called you out to answer his question so you had to snap out of it for a while sis… But alright, you’ll take it rather than the usual poorly disguised “constructive criticisms” you’d get every single damn time. You are very fortunate that you even got a score rather than the others that get 0’s or even negatives… Not saying you that smart but, you were just really good at what you’re doing me thinks… - There are only a few people that would catch the old man’s eye… So, consider yourself lucky to be “breathing” in the same air as him as he himself would say… Yeah, I think the urge of punching the old man and dropping out is at an all time high now… Or, if you’re too down bad for this man I think you would rather smooch him instead…? But idk man he’s kind of… Though I think you need to get therapy if you like getting berated or nagged by this old man all the time… He gives me Asian parents vibes… - Anyhow, time skip to the second semester and the class is FULL, yet again… You lowkey wished that it would be half empty again so fewer annoying people to deal with and fewer of the old man’s copies… I kid you not there are probably clones of him in the class… You can handle the old man but if my classmates were carbon copies of the old man, I would start throwing hands ngl… During the duration of the semester, you have seen… Students getting kicked out LITERALLY by the old man himself like, he just YEETED out a kid that wanted to bribe him for a slot in his class yikes… Or that one time some dude was caught slacking so he did the L thing to measure air idk??? And threw the guy like he was catapulted in angry birds... So many things happening in his class that you find yourself enjoying it now kind of??? Minus the usual hell that you would do every day though, that’s still insane and is not for the faint of heart… - So, TL;DR only sign up if you’re ready for to catch mental illnesses in his class… Tbh me thinks you get more negatives than benefits but it’s all good??? Somehow??? You get to flex that you graduated in HIS class??? And like now you’re desensitized, although you caught some mental illnesses on the side... But still, congrats?!?!  
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+18 One-shot Cross Guild x FemReader: "La puta de Cross Guild"
☆Prompts: Blindfold, voyeurism, overstimulation, masturbation, anal sex, unprotected vaginal sex and fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), spanking, threesome and slightly foursome, dirty talk (and more)
★Language: Spanish
☆Words: 4909
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Sólo un loco se atrevería a hacer lo que estabas haciendo. Y efectivamente estabas loca, demasiado. En tu mundana isla no tenías entretenimiento alguno. Te aburría esta vida de persona común y corriente, pero también te aterraba la de un pirata, enfrentando cientos de peligros y rozando la muerte una y otra vez hasta hacerte con la victoria.
No querías ser una chica normal ni tampoco una criminal buscada por la Marina. Te encontrabas en un aprieto, indecisa. Entonces, un día viste las caras de tres piratas buscados en las paredes de la ciudad. Algo en sus caras gritaba que te alejases lo más posible y escondieras bajo la cama, sabiendo que destrozarían todo a su paso. Sin embargo, tú eras distinta. Eras una rarita. Y por ello te calentaste.
La idea de ser atrapada por esos poderosos criminales y sometida te encendía más de lo que ibas a admitir. Nadie más sabía este secreto tuyo y así sería por siempre.
Como una desquiciada buscando la muerte fuiste hacia donde dichos hombres aparentaban encontrarse. Lograste recopilar la máxima información acerca de ellos y su ubicación y cruzaste a escondidas gran parte de Grand Line en diversos barcos; varias veces estuviste por ser atrapada, mas por suerte no ocurrió.
Tras varios días de viaje hacia un destino incierto llegaste a un gran navío con apariencia de carpa de circo y te cuestionaste si estabas segura de lo que ibas a hacer ahora. «Claro que sí», te dijiste, determinada y entrando al lugar con la mayor calma del mundo.
Como debiste haber imaginado, la tripulación de piratas que estaba en aquel momento tomando alcohol y haciendo ruido en una esquina notaron la presencia de la única mujer del lugar. Llevabas un vestido apretado y vestías como recién salida de una fiesta; te habías traído tu mejor ropa para seducir a esos hombres peligrosos y tener la mejor noche de tu vida.
Entre el grupo de alcohólicos no fuiste capaz de encontrar a ninguno de esos tres individuos que viste en los carteles y te decepcionaste, ¿Acaso toda esta travesía fue en vano? Te negabas a aceptarlo. Mientras buscabas con la mirada y los alrededores, los piratas ebrios te recorrían con la mirada, confundidos de qué hacía alguien como tú en este territorio. Se notaba a leguas que eras una jovencita normal y corriente y eso te jugaría en contra.
Al mismo tiempo que observabas la carpa, oíste ruido procedente del interior, por lo que te aproximaste, esperando encontrar lo que buscabas allí dentro. A medida que te acercabas notabas tres figuras en una mesa de madera, pareciendo conversar entre sí de asuntos privados.
Tus ojos se abrieron de par en par al verlos y una sonrisa de idiota apareció en tus labios al reconocerlos, ¡Eran ellos! Habías llegado y tu objetivo al fin fue cumplido; ahora sólo te quedaba conseguir la última parte y, también, la más complicada.
Tu presencia no pasó por alto para el más distraído de los tres; el hombre de cabello peliazul con aspecto de payaso se giró con una expresión dramática exagerada al ver que tenían una visita inesperada. Buggy gesticuló entre risas, señalándote y no pudiste evitar retroceder por instinto al notar cómo los otros dos giraban los rostros en tu dirección, helándote los huesos. Sus miradas intensas te hacían sentir como la intrusa que eras y creíste haber firmado tu sentencia de muerte. 
Tragaste saliva al notar al payaso acercarse y admirarte con una expresión curiosa, aún con los ojos de los otros clavados en tí, sin moverse en lo más mínimo. Sonreíste confiada y te mantuviste quieta, permitiendo así que él te viese de pies a cabeza.
–¿De dónde saliste, muchacha bonita?.–Preguntó sonriente como un pervertido.
Su cara se acercó tanto a la tuya que por un momento podría haberte besado, mas no fue así, simplemente se dedicó a observarte con gran intriga.
–V-vine desde muy lejos para conocerles.–Dijiste evitando temblar mucho, aún con las hormonas locas y la emoción de haber llegado hasta aquí.–Es un placer.
Buggy se carcajeó y se sostuvo el estómago con ambas manos mientras reía de forma sonora, llenando del eco de su voz la carpa entera. Su risa podría ser la de un desquiciado, pero lo cierto es que te pareció lindo en cierta forma.
–¿Viniste para vernos? ¿A todos o a mí?.–Una sonrisa algo más atrevida se extendió por su rostro y tomó un mechón de tu cabello con la mano, sacándote un sonrojo que lo motivó a bajar la voz a casi un susurro.–No sabía que tenía una admiradora, pero no me sorprende, ¡Soy el gran Buggy después de todo!
Sus carcajadas volvieron a escucharse mientras sentía la textura de tu pelo contra sus dedos y aspiraba tu aroma; suerte que te echaste tu perfume favorito para hoy. Si todo salía como fantaseabas sería perfecto.
El momento subiendo de temperatura no pudo continuar debido a un carraspeo. El hombre y tú girásteis la cabeza, viendo los ojos cansados e intimidantes del que parecía el jefe del grupo, a juzgar por su gran tamaño y apariencia casi mafiosa. Sostenía un puro en su mano izquierda al mismo tiempo que admiraba tu figura y fumaba tranquilo, al menos antes de ponerse en pie y acercarse.
Por instinto Buggy se separó y en cuanto el otro hombre estuvo ante tí abriste la boca, sólo para ser callada por su dedo índice, que fue colocado contra tus labios.
–¿Quién eres?.–Su voz grave te hizo tragar saliva de nuevo, sintiendo los latidos de tu corazón aumentar y el calor subir como la espuma.
–S-soy una admiradora, un gusto conocerlos.–Respondiste feliz y tratando de no hacer evidente tus ansias de ser follada por los tres contra este mismo suelo.
Crocodile frunció el ceño y no pareció contento con esa respuesta, acariciando aún así tus labios con sus grandes dedos y forzándote a aceptarlos en tu boca cuando los comenzó a meter. Lo miraste a los ojos mientras realizaba dicha acción, avergonzada y confundida, recibiendo una mirada fija e intensa por su parte. Detrás de él se encontraba el tercer individuo del grupo, Dracule Mihawk, el cual se sentía desconcertado con toda esta situación, pero también entretenido y eso era algo positivo. Por fin podría divertirse viendo algo después de todo este aburrido rato.
Los dedos de Crocodile te sacaron de la ensoñación cuando salieron de tu boca, babeados por el contacto de tu lengua y te dió una peligrosa mirada antes de decidir qué hacer.
–Una admiradora...¿Y qué esperabas viniendo a nuestro territorio, niña?.–Inquirió dejándote ver su mano contraria, la cual se trataba de un garfio dorado, que brilló ante tus asustados ojos en el momento que lo viste acercarse y rozar tu garganta con este.–Odio los intrusos. Este lugar es privado para los adultos, ¿Comprendes?
Te habló como si de una mocosa te tratases a la vez que acariciaba tu cuello con el arma en lentos pero fuertes movimientos, sacándote gemidos suaves de miedo. A pesar del susto que te daba ser dañada en el proceso, te empezabas a calentar progresivamente, no sólo por estar siendo usada al antojo de un poderoso pirata, sino también por ser observada por el otro par. Te sentías a la merced de los tres y eso te generó una gran excitación.
–Si no te vas ahora, mis compañeros y yo tendremos que darte una lección.–Murmuró pasando el garfio por tu cuello y hasta el mentón, escuchando tus sonidos agudos y esbozando una sonrisa siniestra. Era tan obvio que querías esto que no hacía falta decirlo y humillarte; tenían un mejor plan.
–Oh, vamos, Croc, no seas así con la pobre chica.–Dijo Buggy, observando la situación a pocos metros de distancia y recibiendo una mirada agresiva de parte del jefe al escuchar cómo lo llamó.–Se ve como una buena y amable jovencita.
–¿Quién es el que manda aquí, payaso de mierda?.–Cuestionó bruscamente el pelinegro, tomando su puro y soltando el humo contra tu rostro antes de seguir amenazando con la mirada al bufón.
Tosiste por el humo y trataste de alejar este con una mano, siendo agarrada por la muñeca por el hombre de ojos de halcón, quien después de tanto admirar la escena decidió unirse en silencio.
Te sonrojaste por completo al sentir los labios del espadachín más fuerte del mundo besar por tu mano agarrada, pasando por cada dedo tuyo y dirigiéndose hacia el resto del brazo, acercándose cada vez más por tu espalda y sentiste tu corazón derretirse ante su contacto. Toda esta situación era demasiado caliente, justo lo que soñaste y querías más, muchísimo más.
Crocodile vió de reojo a su compañero y luego regresó a ver a Buggy, notando que los dos parecían estar lo suficientemente desesperados por contacto femenino como para dejarse llevar por sus bajos instintos.
–Antes de nada, ¿Podrías decirnos por qué estás aquí para empezar? ¿Cuál es tu objetivo?.–Preguntó de forma autoritaria el jefe, haciéndote temblar por sus ojos fríos clavados en los tuyos.
–S-sólo quiero ser usada por los tres, por favor.–Pediste ya demasiado cegada por la excitación como para ser racional y ante dicha respuesta los tres se quedaron sorprendidos. ¿"Usada"? ¿Como un juguete?
Crocodile soltó una carcajada, incrédulo de lo que acababa de escuchar; Mihawk por su parte alzó las cejas con su semblante serio y aún pegado a tí, analizando tu cuerpo con los ojos, y Buggy se puso totalmente rojo, sonriendo como un mocoso travieso. Oh no, qué acababas de hacer, habías dado rienda suelta a tres peligrosos piratas, ¿Era esto lo que querías?
–Qué locura acabas de decir, niña.–Dijo Crocodile entre risas. Aunque le parecía una locura en cierto modo le intrigaba ver qué tanto podrías aguantar y admitía que eras valiente.–Si eso deseas es posible que no salgas viva de aquí, ¿Sabes?
La frase te asustó y dudaste un segundo, no obstante, las manos del espadachín tomaron tus caderas y frotó el bulto de su pantalón contra tu trasero, haciéndote alejar esas dudas y abrazar el calor que comenzaba a hacerte perder la cordura. Al parecer esta imagen de tí moviendo las caderas contra Mihawk fue suficiente para terminar de encender la mecha en los otros dos. No querían quedarse sin su momento de diversión y ya que tan amable te ofreciste no iban tampoco a desaprovechar la compañía de una bella dama.
–¡Hey, quiero mi turno ahora!.–Exclamó Buggy, tomándote del frente de las caderas al igual que hizo el hombre de ojos de halcón momentos antes.  El payaso te sostuvo con fuerza en el sitio, con clara posesividad, llegando a hacerte un poco de daño la presión que sus dedos ejercían, pero antes de poder negarte te dió un suave y rápido beso.
Antes de ser capaz de corresponder o atinar a reaccionar siquiera, la firme mano de Mihawk te tomó del mentón para forzarte a girar la cabeza y besarte apasionadamente, metiendo la lengua en tu boca y tomándote como suya por unos momentos que parecieron eternos de lo bien que se sentía. Gemiste suave contra su boca, lamiendo su lengua y sintiendo sus manos ir a tu trasero, a la vez que las de Buggy seguían en tus caderas e iban en dirección a tu pecho.
Crocodile observó la escena con cierta fascinación y un brillo malicioso en los ojos, fumando de su puro todavía y sin apartar la vista de tu figura, la cual se movía y retorcía entre ambos hombres, invadida de placer.
–Ha pasado un tiempo desde que estuvimos con una mujer, ¿Sabes?.–Dijo el hombre de negocios sin interrumpir a sus aliados, entrecerrando los ojos.–No creo que podamos resistirnos a una como tú.
Dichas palabras te hicieron soltar un suspiro que quedó ahogado por el beso, sintiendo la lengua y dientes de Mihawk marcarte como su propiedad en este instante antes de soltarte y dejar que tomes aire, aún él tan serio como de costumbre.
–Es cierto.–Dijo el espadachín.–No podemos rechazar la presencia de una bella mujer.
Te sonrojaste entera y las manos de Buggy acariciaron tus mejillas, haciéndote mirar su rostro sonriente y admirando tu belleza.
–No, no podemos. Serás nuestra por hoy, ¿Verdad?
–No sólo por hoy.–Interrumpió Crocodile con autoridad.–Si colabora en este acuerdo se quedará aquí con nosotros, como nuestra mascota quizás.
–Sí, por favor. Eso es lo que quiero.–Dijiste con los ojos brillando de emoción y toda roja, tragando saliva y siendo feliz de estar recibiendo tanta atención de los hombres que te hacían sentir tanto calor.–Seré de ustedes hagan lo que quieran conmigo, por favor.
Tan peligrosas palabras soltaste que los tres no pudieron evitar sonreír de forma traviesa, maliciosa, sabiendo lo mucho que harían contigo de ahora en adelante. Sin embargo, algo que tal vez pasaste por alto era que se trataban de personas peligrosas por una razón de peso, una razón que desconocías y que ibas a conocer a las malas; porque ser el juguete o mascota de Cross Guild no era para ser tomado a la ligera.
–Vayamos a mi despacho entonces.–Dijo firme Crocodile, aún sonriendo de esa forma que sólo podía significar que habías cavado tu propia tumba.
Los tres individuos te llevaron a dicho lugar sin esperar tu respuesta, pues al fin y al cabo ya habías aceptado ser de su propiedad. Tu corazón latía a toda velocidad y la mano del espadachín aferrada a tu brazo para impedir que escapases, si es que te atrevías, te provocaba a desmayarte del ardor en tu alma. Por qué tenían que ser tan atractivos, era ridículo.
Una vez llegados al despacho, el cual era de un tamaño aceptable (suficiente para los cuatro), oíste la puerta cerrarse y te colocaron en una de las sillas giratorias de invitados. Los tres se detuvieron a verte y el jefe de negocios buscó algo en un cajón del escritorio antes de sacar una venda negra, sonriendo aún más y colocándotela sin esperar tu respuesta o si estabas de acuerdo o no.
–Qué bien nos lo vamos a pasar contigo, putita.–Dijo Crocodile con su misma sonrisa, la cual ya no veías debido a la venda. Ahora estabas realmente a la merced de estos hombres.
–¿Quién empieza? ¿Puedo ser yo?.–Oíste a Buggy pedir con entusiasmo y riendo a continuación.
–No, payaso estúpido, estaba pensando que actuemos todos a la vez.–Dijo Crocodile, notándose en su voz su sonrisa. Se moría por hacerte lo que tenía planeado.
–Me pregunto si podrá soportarlo.–Murmuró Mihawk, pensativo mientras te analizaba con la mirada.–¿Crees que podrás con los tres, hermosa?
Asentiste con la cabeza muchas veces, haciendo reír emocionado al payaso, mientras los otros dos pensaban acerca de lo que estaba por suceder en unos momentos. Eran afortunados por tener una muchacha tan dispuesta a todo ante ellos; de verdad podían hacer lo que quisieran contigo. Este sería un día largo, algo te lo decía.
En cuanto les diste permiso de iniciar, el hombre de negocios que daba caladas a su puro de vez en cuando se acercó a tí y sin mediar palabras te acorraló contra el respaldo del asiento. Mientras te alejabas, él se pegó hasta rozar su nariz con la tuya, sonriendo de esa forma tenebrosa suya; a continuación, bajó su mano con el garfio y acarició tus piernas y el interior de los muslos con lentitud, enviando escalofríos por tu cuerpo y sacándote suaves suspiros.
–¡Quiero mi turno ahora, Croc!.–Exclamó Buggy algo más impaciente que antes y la respuesta del cocodrilo fue girarse y agredir de forma violenta al payaso.
No viste nada así que no te asustaste, pero sí te causó un sobresalto el oír un cuerpo colapsando contra el suelo a escasa distancia. Mihawk observó la escena sin sorpresa, más bien molestia, decidiendo ser quien se encargase de tí mientras los otros dos peleaban (o más bien Buggy era destrozado por el garfio).
–Relájate.–Murmuró el espadachín contra tu oído, con su aliento cálido chocando contra tu rostro y acarició tu mejilla con una mano.–Veamos que hay por aquí, ¿Sí?
Su susurro fue como un veneno que comenzaba a hipnotizarte debido al calor; pasó las manos por tu cuerpo, sintiendo desde tu cuello, pasando por el pecho y en dirección a tu zona íntima. Por instinto juntaste las piernas y gemiste suave al notar su mano meterse bajo el vestido y bajar tu ropa interior hasta exponerte, pudiendo así rozar tus labios inferiores.
–Qué sorpresa. Estás bastante mojada, ¿No te parece?.–Comentó seductoramente contra tu oreja.
Te mordiste el labio y suspiraste a medida que la punta de sus dedos acariciaba la entrada de tu vagina con suma suavidad y calma, enviando escalofríos y electricidad a todo tu ser. Fue moviendo estos y deleitándose con tus sonidos de placer que pese a ser casi inaudibles, él, al estar pegado a tí, podía escuchar cada uno de ellos. Los movimientos se detuvieron cuando introdujo dos de los dedos en tu interior, sacándote un gemido fuerte que no pasó desapercibido para el otro par.
–No vas a esperar, ¿Eh, Mihawk?.–Preguntó con cierta molestia Crocodile, el cual sostenía ahora la cabeza desprendida del payaso en su garfio.
–¡Eh, deja algo para mí también!.–Exclamó frustrado Buggy, siendo ahora un trozo patético de sí mismo. Aún así, todavía podía hacer mucho contigo, pese a ser una simple cabeza.
–Si vais a uniros que sea ahora.–Dijo Mihawk con indiferencia a sus quejas, moviendo sus dedos dentro de tí hasta donde fuese el límite, haciéndote retorcerte y gemir por dicha acción. Por dios, se sentía tan bien, no querías que parara.–Está muy mojada.
Oír esa verdad saliendo de la boca del Shichibukai te llenó las mejillas de ardor; asimismo, los ojos tanto de Buggy como de Crocodile brillaron con lujuria. Se morían por ver qué tan cierto era eso.
De pronto la situación se hizo algo caótica. La mano del espadachín salió de tu interior y entre él y Mr 0 te intentaron colocar mejor en el escritorio de jefe. Una vez allí, sacaron tu vestido y pudieron verte desnuda, ya que viniste sin apenas cubrirte. Esto era lo que querías después de todo. Sentiste los ojos de los tres recorrerte entera y el garfio de Crocodile acercó la cabeza del payaso hasta colocarla justamente entre tus piernas. Temblaste siendo aún incapaz de ver nada por la venda y el hombre peliazul se relamió con una sonrisa de pura perversión por las vistas. 
–Que sea este estúpido bufón el primero. Así no será un obstáculo luego.–Dijo Crocodile, dedicándose a observar mientras fumaba. De igual modo, Mihawk se puso a mirar fijo tus reacciones, apoyado en la pared, probablemente ansioso por encargarse de tí.
–¡Tengo unas increíbles vistas aquí abajo!.–Expresó Buggy, riendo y acercándose como podía al ser una simple cabeza hacia tu sexo.
Tomaste aire varias veces y no pudiste evitar abrir más las piernas en cuanto sentiste la lengua del hombre pasar por tu húmeda vagina. Gemidos escaparon de tus labios y te volviste a morder el inferior, moviendo tus caderas para expresar que siguiera. Y así hizo, pasando la lengua y frotando los labios de forma que no le incomodase por su gran nariz roja.
–Realmente está mojado aquí, bonita.–Murmuró con cierta ternura, mirándote de reojo y comenzando a lamer más profundo, introduciendo poco a poco su lengua dentro de tí.
La sensación fue demasiado para tí y echaste la cabeza a atrás, nerviosa y excitada a partes iguales. Tus manos se movieron y empujaste a Buggy por el cabello hacia tu entrepierna con ganas, moviendo las caderas para que continuara. Tu desesperación llenó de hambre a los dos hombres mirando y ahogó de placer al que tenías devorando tu intimidad. No sabías que el payaso era ahora una simple cabeza, así que desconocías que en este momento pareciera que te estabas masturbando con él más que estar recibiendo un oral. Era gracioso para Crocodile pensar eso, soltando una risita de las suyas entre caladas al puro.
Moviste las caderas a adelante lo mejor que podías, gimiendo y suspirando, ahogando gritos cuando a veces retrocedía la cabeza y mordía tus labios inferiores con sumo cuidado, volviendo a chupar tus jugos vaginales. Después de unos segundos no pudiste soportar y te corriste, llenándolo de tu esencia y respirando agitada y confundida.
–Parece que es nuestro turno.–Dijo Mihawk y se movió tranquilo, tomándote en brazos para colocarte de pie contra la pared donde previamente estuvo apoyado.
Buggy aún estaba embobado por lo de recién y sonriendo como estúpido en la mesa, relamiéndose y balbuceando lo tan deliciosa que sabías, riendo para sí mismo. El hombre del garfio amplió su sonrisa sabiendo que era su turno y el de su aliado y viendo tu estado de idez actual caerías fácil en sus encantos.
–Sé una buena puta y haz lo que te decimos, ¿Bien?.–Dijo con firmeza, tomando tu cabeza y forzándote a estar contra el espadachín, quien se dedicaba a acariciar tu cuello con algo de fuerza sin apartar los ojos de tí.
–Iré por delante.–Murmuró Mihawk sin cambiar tampoco su expresión facial y admirándote con intensidad.
–Entonces yo por atrás. Me pregunto si podrá con ambos.–Musitó Crocodile, con su sonrisa lujuriosa plasmada y acariciando por tu espalda con su garfio, sintiendo tu piel ponerse de gallina por el contacto.
–A-¿Atrás?.–Preguntaste algo asustada, pues nunca lo habías hecho por ahí y aunque se iba a sentir increíble te incomodaba.–P-por favor, sea gentil.
Crocodile soltó una carcajada maliciosa, soltando el humo sobre tu espalda baja al agacharse y tocar con suavidad tu ano con un dedo. Diste un respingo y por instinto te aferraste a Mihawk, temblando entera y tragando saliva, insegura.
–Seré como me dé la gana, preciosa.–Contestó el jefe con regocijo, dándote un sonoro azote en el trasero, haciéndote gemir más avergonzada.–Eres nuestra puta ahora, ¿Recuerdas?
Temblaste más roja por su forma de hablarte y asentiste nerviosa. Su dedo de nuevo se presionó y abrió tu ano, analizando si estaba limpio y sí, lo estaba, así que ahora parecía calcular qué tanto podría meter su pene sin romperte en dos.
–T-tengo miedo.–Susurraste, gimiendo suave por el tacto pero asustada a fin de cuentas.
Mihawk sonrió encontrando tu voz temblorosa tierna y acarició tu cabello con gentileza antes de forzarte a alzar la cabeza y besarte con ganas. Tus sonidos de incomodidad quedaron ahogados y su lengua presionada con la tuya, junto a sus manos acariciando por tus mechones y luego senos te hizo sentir mejor. Sin embargo su amable tacto pasó por alto en cuanto sentiste el dedo de Crocodile meterse en tu parte trasera, sacándote un grito que si bien no llegó a salir por el beso, sí te hizo tensarte en los brazos del espadachín.
–¿Qué tal ahí atrás?.–Quiso saber Mihawk, intrigado por tus reacciones, preguntando al otro hombre entre besos que te daba para distraerte.
–Está muy apretado.–Dijo entre risas, dándote otro azote en cuanto te quejaste de la sensación.–Callada, putita.
–Tal vez deberíamos ser más pacientes.
–¿Tengo pinta de querer ser paciente, Mihawk?.–Comentó con sarcasmo el hombre de gran tamaño y continuó metiendo su dedo en tu ano, siendo algo raro e incómodo, difícil de describir, pero poco a poco comenzaba a sentirse bien de algún modo.
El espadachín de ojos de halcón se encogió de hombros y te admiró, notando tu expresión de placer por los movimientos de Crocodile y esbozó una sonrisa traviesa.
–Creo que empieza a gustarle.
Crocodile se carcajeó y te observó con, ¿Orgullo? Algo así. Después de todas tus quejas por fin demostrabas ser fuerte, eso era cuanto menos admirable a su parecer.
–Buena chica, no está tan mal, ¿Verdad?.–Dijo con clara sorna el hombre de negocios, moviendo su dedo algo más rápido para de alguna forma acostumbrarte a lo que estaba por venir.–Vas a tomarnos dentro como una buena puta, ¿Verdad?
Asentiste varias veces, poseída por el placer y gimiendo contra el pecho de Mihawk, quien acariciaba tu ahora revuelto cabello y besaba tu mentón y labios como intento de aliviar tu tensión.
–¡Hey, quiero mirar también!.–Exclamó atrás Buggy, siendo aún una cabeza de espaldas a vosotros sobre el escritorio.
Crocodile ahogó un gruñido de furia por la interrupción de ese molesto payaso, pero tuvo piedad, milagrosamente. Te dejó recuperar el aliento cuando sacó de atrás su dedo y  sacó un rollo de papel que tenía en un cajón para limpiarse. ¿Por qué tenía eso? A saber.
Mr 0 lanzó la cabeza del peliazul contra el cuerpo del mismo que yacía hecho pedazos en el suelo. De inmediato Buggy recompuso sus partes y sonrió feliz, sentándose en la silla de jefe para ver de cerca lo que estaba ocurriendo. Hizo un gesto de cerrar la cremallera de su boca para no perturbar el silencio y se fue bajando su pantalón hasta exponer su erecto miembro.
Antes de poder cuestionar qué ocurría ahora, ya que al no ver te sentías perdida y abrumada, sentiste las manos de Mihawk tomarte de las caderas con firmeza y empujar su propio pene contra tu vagina, haciendo fácil el meterse por lo mojado que estaba, tanto por tu excitación como el haberte corrido poco antes. Un gemido fuerte abandonó tus labios y él de inmediato se comenzó a mover más rápido y profundo, forzándote a rebotar y seguirle el ritmo.
A medida que empujaba dentro, sentiste un ardor procedente de tu trasero, no teniendo que preguntarte de qué se trataba, pues obviamente era Crocodile. Su pene era más ancho que el de Mihawk, por lo que, al estar en una zona tan pequeña como era tu ano, dolió, dolió demasiado.
Gemiste y te quejaste entre sonidos de esfuerzo y dolor a partes iguales, recibiendo sus risas en respuesta. El hombre de ojos de halcón te tomó brusco del cabello para obligarte a alzar la cabeza y besarte apasionadamente, metiendo su lengua y frotándola con la tuya, mordiendo tu labio inferior también. Los sonidos húmedos que hacía al meter y sacar su pene de tu vagina te llenaban de vergüenza pura, era tan evidente que disfrutabas de esto.
La distracción de Mihawk parecía hacer efecto, pudiendo dejar de pensar tanto en los movimientos que Crocodile estaba haciendo detrás. Su miembro apenas podía caber en tu interior, pero al menos una parte fue capaz y eso bastó para él, comenzando a moverse y frotar su garfio con tu cuello, presionando contra la garganta; su mano libre mientras tomó uno de tus senos y lo amasó con algo de fuerza, cabiendo entero bajo su gran mano.
Las sensaciones fueron más de lo que podías soportar por lo que pronto los gemidos y jadeos fueron escapando sin contenerte, pese al ardor en tu parte trasera y las descargas de escalofríos que sufrías sin pausa. Tu cuerpo se contoneaba y retorcía entre ambos hombres y éstos emitieron una serie de gemidos y gruñidos guturales contra tí, apretando cada parte de tí con fuerza, reclamándote como la propiedad que eras ahora. La puta de Cross Guild.
Mientras esto ocurría y la fuerza y movimientos eran cada vez mayores y más profundos, llevándote a la locura y sacando la lengua ida por completo cuando los dientes del espadachín mordieron tu cuello, llenándolo de marcas y chupetones, el payaso se encontraba observando con una sonrisa de estúpido, masturbándose y relamiéndose por los sonidos que dejabas salir y algún que otro quejido. Pronto se corrió y se miró su propio semen en la mano, soltando una carcajada pervertida. Cuánto hacía desde la última vez que se divirtió tanto.
Las embestidas duraron un poco más antes de alcanzar el orgasmo. Crocodile fue el primero, inundando tu ano de blanco y saliendo poco después, notando lo roja que estaba la zona debido al acto, pero lejos de sentirse mal o preocuparse sonrió de forma maliciosa y te dió un par de azotes. Segundos más tarde se corrió Mihawk y gruñó contra tu oído, aliviado de inundarte de su esencia, acabando al poco tú e inundando tu vagina ahora de semen y flujos vaginales.
Tu respiración estaba agitada y tus músculos se sentían cansados de tanta acción, por lo que te dejaste caer contra el pecho del espadachín, quien besó por tu cabeza, acariciando tu espalda y recorriendo con la mirada las marcas que te había dejado en la piel. Eras una belleza, una obra de arte recién acabada.
–Y pensar que una mocosa como tú es tan sucia como para atender a tres piratas como nosotros.–Dijo Crocodile, presionando su mano contra tu nuca y susurrando a tu oído desde atrás.
–No sé si estoy satisfecho todavía.–Murmuró Mihawk, sonriendo después de todo este tiempo, con sus ojos brillando con lujuria otra vez, cosa que compartieron los tres y sus dedos quitaron la venda de tus ojos.–Siempre que tengamos hambre nos vas a obedecer.
–Sin excepción.–Añadió Crocodile, agarrando tu trasero con fuerza y mordiendo tu oreja sobre la que echaba su aliento.
–Eres nuestra, ricura.–Murmuró Buggy acercándose con el pantalón subido y jugando con tus labios con un dedo suyo.
Tenían razón. Ahora esta sería tu vida, siendo la puta de Cross Guild y, a decir verdad, no podías estar más feliz con semejante destino. Era justo lo que siempre quisiste.
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thecuriousquest · 8 months
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Hi would it be alright if I request yandere big brother Natsu x little sister reader hcs please , love to see what you come up with 💗
Big Brother Natsu Headcanons
Platonic!Yandere Natsu x Little Sister Reader
Tag List: @issamomma
Warnings: Platonic Yandere themes, spanking, control, over protective, minor possessiveness
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🔥So, you’re Natsu’s little sis. He ABSOLUTELY ADORES you. He raised you because of the weird familial situation he has. You can do nothing wrong in his eyes…except for talking to boys. No, he can’t have that. No boys allowed, even if they are from the guild.
🔥It’s not that he doesn’t trust his family. It’s just that you’re his girl, his baby sister. You’re just a fragile baby in his mind.
🔥Big brother Natsu loathes disobedience. He never allows you the chance to speak with the opposite gender, so you have no other choice but to sneak out at night.
🔥When he finds out about this, get ready for hellfire. He’s yelling about the dangerous men lurking around Magnolia at night. He’s getting in your face, pointing fingers, scolding you about how you broke his one and only rule. He’s already a hothead, but what you did infuriates him to the point where he pinches you by the ear, drags you to your room, and locks you inside until you have “learned your lesson”.
🔥He ignores you as you scream and bang on the door, pleading for him to let you out. It’s totally not cool and so unfair of him to do this to you!
🔥He never punishes you because you’re usually very good for him. I mean, he only has the one rule, so you are usually left to do whatever you want. However, after you snuck out to meet up with a boy from the guild, he has created a list of rules, and you better toe the line if you don’t want to face his wrath.
🔥He would never really hurt you, but if giving you a well deserved spanking or even embarrassing you by dragging you away from any boys by your ear gets you to behave, then he’ll do it.
🔥Fighting him doesn’t get you anywhere, so you try your best to be his good little sister. It makes you feel bad every time you ignore a boy just for wanting to talk with you, but with Natsu standing only a good ten feet away as he eyes you wearily, you have to obey your big brother.
🔥However, there are the good days where he’s picking you up and spinning you around. Whenever festivals come to Magnolia, he takes you along with Lucy and Happy. Natsu buys you presents and food at said festivals, and you’re more than happy with the memories you create with him. Because he’s your only family, you overlook his strict disciplinarian side, shrugging it off with a smile as you reflect on these moments that you have with your big brother.
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Aster internally like, "Come on, darling. This isn't a trick question. There is a correct answer." but I think he underestimated the level of devotion Si has to his bro.
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Can I request a part 2 of guilded cage please it’s really good also I’m a slut for dark!morpheus
Like they got officially married she’s queen and maybe corinthian or one of his siblings go to her and there like wtf sis you ok with this and Morpheus Is eavesdropping because he wants her honest answer and she has excepted her role and he’s like that’s my girl
A/N: Just a PSA - this is comparably worse than Gilded Cage, whatever demon possessed me back then has taken a sabbatical.
"Silvered Perch" - Dark!Morpheus x Reader
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['Gilded Cage'] | [MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]
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What a strange thought it was, that your life was not always like this: drowning in jewels, silk, delicacies which names you couldn't pronounce, wonderful creatures bowing low each time they saw you and most of all - an entity the strangest of them all who wanted to bend over backwards to keep you happy. Would it be a little too on the nose to say it felt like a dream?
Morpheus made sure to keep the word he had given you, so not too long after you settled down in Dreaming the news of a wedding spread across the realm. Although none of his subjects had the faintest clue as to who you were, they seemed to put trust in the integrity of their king and welcomed you more than warmly. To them, it seemed quite obvious that whoever is worthy of being the bride of Dream of the Endless, had to be at least a little bit exceptional - an expectation you weren’t sure you could ever fulfil.
You didn't feel at home in Dreaming, not right away: your life only became stranger as you were suddenly showered with gifts and honours you doubted you deserved in any way. It felt wrong to accept those riches - after all, you had done exactly nothing to earn such honours. What if one day every creature of Dreaming realizes it? What if he does? You had fooled him so far but how could you be sure this lark could go on? Like every good thing in your life, this spell, too, had to disperse someday. You were nothing more than a leech on his charity.
"There is something on your mind," Morpheus caught you off guard once. Apparently, there was nothing that could escape his stern gaze - especially if the said thing was connected to you. You could only wonder how much he had learned about you just through his silent observation.
"I don't know if I deserve any of... this." You made a vague circle with your hand. It was a nice euphemism on your part - ‘good life’ couldn’t quite move past your lips.
"No," he answered in a decisive tone but before the painful hole in your chest could open once again, the very hole this unjust world scratched inside you, he continued, "You deserve a lot more. More than I am able to give you."
A sad smile entered your face. To some degree, you pitied his delusional perception of you but your selfishness forced you to lick every last drop of it. "You're a real sweet-talker, you know?"
Morpheus’s hand gently held yours. Without letting his gaze fall from your face, he placed a warm kiss on your fingers, right next to the magnificent yet bizarre ring he had given you on your wedding day - ‘a testimony of my love’ he called it. ”There is nothing sweet about truth. It simply is."
“I find it hard to believe in that truth,” you answered quietly. 
“Truth remains despite beliefs.” He presses another kiss to your fingers before letting his lips leave a trail of pecks along your skin down to your wrist. “There is no price I would not pay to let you see yourself through my eyes even once.” Perhaps that was better for the soul - should you become privy to Morpheus’s perception of you, there’d be no more modesty left in you, no innate obligation to remain humble; oceans, volcanos, supernovas… were they not all terrible, beautiful and prideful? And yet even they dimmed in the halo of your sacrilegious wonder.
Due to Morpheus’s explicit prohibition, you couldn’t leave the castle grounds without him - he only cared and wanted to make sure that no malice lurking in the hearts of his subject would raise its hand against you. Considering how passionate he was about that one rule, you never even questioned it, simply gloating in the indirect confession of his affections and how much they tormented his every thought.
But who were you to defy your husband’s (reminding yourself of that rightful title made a flustered blush appear on your cheeks) orders? Waiting for him to finish his royal duties, you wandered through the palace. Despite seeing those marble walls and crystal chandeliers every day, they still managed to take your breath away. It was a view no one back in the Waking World could ever imagine, and now it was your very own secret and your home. An infantile giggle escaped your lips - ‘a queen in a castle’. How ridiculous and wonderful.
An unexpected fluttering of wings diverted your attention from admiring the halls of the chateau. To your surprise, Matthew had decided to pay you a visit - rarely did he engage in friendly chatter with you and you never quite understood whether it was due to a lack of common interests or a lack of his interest in particular. His black feathers shone in the dispersed sunlight coming through the tall stained-glass windows. There was something equally malevolent and dignified about the way he looked.
"Not following Morpheus around?" you asked him humorously.
Without answering, Matthew hopped closer to you, his beady eyes watched you carefully. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
You furrowed your eyebrows at the strange inquiry. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I mean this whole situation is just a little... weird, isn't it?” his voice remained low, somewhat anxious of suspected prying ears. Little did he know, his fear wasn’t unreasonable. “Dream shows up and, no offence, you throw yourself at him after he made a ludicrous offer."
To be fair, Morpheus was well-aware that he shouldn’t listen to your conversation with Matthew. Despite that, he also knew that it was his sole responsibility to tend to your needs and desires, which made eavesdropping seem a little less impolite - at least that’s what he had told himself. If there was the smallest thing that upset your heart, even a flowerpot standing a little too much to the right, he needed to know. He had to fix it as soon as possible so that you don’t see through his charming demeanour and realize what a selfish, calloused creature he truly was; what beast loneliness had turned him into. Now that Morpheus captured his little bird, he wasn’t going to let it fly away - even if that meant clipping its wings but that was a possibility he’d rather not ponder at the moment. Standing in the shadows of his own palace like a beggar at an emperor’s court, he appeared frozen in time as he drank each sound coming from your lips, his frenzied heart dismantled every word you said in search of Dream’s possible shortcomings.
When Matthew put it like that, it did sound a little mad but many mundane things could come off as wrong if put into the right words. Unsure what answer to give him, you only shrugged. "It's a weird world, Matthew."
"You don't even know the guy,” he raised his voice slightly. Clearly, he couldn’t wrap his head around your seemingly reckless choice. “Well, you didn't at the time. And you just left everything behind for him? Your whole life! What if he was crazy?” he was becoming more animated in his bewilderment. Then, he added quickly: “Not that I think he is, of course."
"Then I probably wouldn’t be complaining anyway, would I?" But Matthew didn’t seem to appreciate your grim humour. You looked away for a moment as images of your previous life flashed before your eyes. ‘Previous life’ seemed like a fitting phrase - memories of those bleak days appeared blurry, murky, as though you weren’t recalling real events but someone’s account of a storyline in a book they had once read. "There wasn't much to leave. It wasn't an impulsive decision, there just wasn't a lot to consider in the first place. I don’t know what kind of life you had led before, Matthew,” your sombre eyes looked at him again, “but not everyone desperately clings to whatever scraps they have. My life was nothing beyond bland longing to be elsewhere. No offer is ludicrous when you go to bed each night hoping not to wake up in the morning. But then, to your own horror, you do. As time goes by, you realize you had been alive for too long, that you were never meant to make it this far. So you have a wonderful choice between death and becoming a hopeless failure. For some ridiculous reason I will always hold dear, I was offered a third choice, a way out of the vale of misery and pain I called life.”
But your tale did not satisfy his curiosity. Perhaps this conversation in low voices wasn’t meant to prove something to him but to you. "Have you never considered why he did all of this?"
Of course, you did. You had been wondering about that ever since you agreed to join him in Dreaming. But each hour of long pondering brought you to the very same conclusion: you couldn’t give him anything, so something else was the matter. And the passion with which he had offered to change your life… this wasn’t accidental. Quite clearly, in your mind, Dream of the Endless had chosen you. “I trust his integrity, I suppose,” you answered Matthew with a slight shrug of your shoulders. Truthfully, you couldn’t quite explain your trust towards your husband to yourself. More than reason, it was a case of trusting one’s instincts. “I’d need to have something valuable or unique for Morpheus to have a reason for creating some elaborate scheme. But I don’t. I may be someone but not somebody. A creature of his sort would never pay attention to something like me unless he genuinely cared. It’s bitterly funny when you think about it: it takes an eldritch being to love the most unremarkable human.”
"You know, if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is."
Perhaps Matthew was right. In your own experience, good things in life never came without a price, some secret cost that you could never learn about until the very moment you had to pay it. Your eyes wandered around the majestic, marble hall; the stunningly expensive silk you were wearing; the strange ring on your finger and its crystal, which appeared infinite when you looked inside it - there was, quite literally, no price that could make you regret your choice. "And yet peanut butter ice cream is a thing,” you said absentmindedly still staring into the crystal. Light entered the wonderful jewel from all angles, reflected off of irregular sides inside and turned into a pleiad of colours you couldn’t even begin to name. The gem wasn’t of this world - that much you were certain of.
"Fair point."
Matthew’s agreement elicited laughter from you. Maybe you didn’t quite see eye-to-eye about your relationship with Morpheus but that didn’t necessarily mean you had to remain estranged in any way - truthfully, you wished you could befriend him. He had been, after all, a human once. If there was anyone in Dreaming who could relate to your experiences even a little bit, it was that back-talking raven (not that his cheeky attitude was a flaw).
As your giggling died down, Matthew tried his last chance at this suspicious inquiry. "Do you ever think about going back to the Waking World? Even just popping in for a visit?"
Morpheus clenched his fist. As much as he refused to think about clipping wings at the moment, the idea temptingly lingered in the back of his mind. You can’t go back. You can’t leave him. Suddenly, his frenzied desperation flashed Nada's face before his eyes - he truly didn't want that history to repeat. It would ruin him to live on knowing that you're going through unimaginably horrifying tortures in Hell but if you were to seduce him and then leave as though he meant nothing to you, perhaps that's exactly what you deserved.
"There's nothing and no one for me to visit,” you answered in a decisive tone.
Understanding that this conversation wasn’t going anywhere else, that you had told him all that could be said, Matthew knew it was time for him to go. If Morpheus notices he’d been gone, Dream might start asking questions and considering the nature of his inquiry - it was better to keep the King of Dreaming out of the loop. “Alright then, uh… good talk. See you around… your majesty.” If Matthew had a human face, he’d probably grimace at the royal title. Although Morpheus wasn’t adamant about being addressed properly by his closest friends, he became quite unforgiving when it came to your rightful title. You were a queen and he’d be damned if one of his creations dared to forget that.
With another flutter of dark wings, you were left alone once more. Solitude had never felt so serene - peaceful instead of overwhelmingly empty.
Slowly running out of ways to pass the time, you hesitantly sat on the throne that belonged to Dream. To be fair, he never expressed anything short of encouragement whenever you did but still, it felt like you were a deceptive imposter leeching off a King hopelessly in love. 
Remaining in the shadows, Morpheus watched. His breaths became ragged as he admired the effortlessly regal beauty you were beaming with. Perhaps you refused to believe in your overpowering charm but none who had ever laid their eyes on you could indulge in such dishonesty. A new thought sprouted in his thoughts clouded with an obsession - maybe this is how things should be: the King of Dreams kneeling before his queen, a god-like creature rendered powerless by something far more perfect than he could ever strive to become. Whatever you’d ask him, he’d waste no time completing, never second-guessing your most bloodthirsty whims. Yet you remained completely oblivious to your absolute might, fiddling with the crystal ring he had given you. Inside that gilded cage, you had begged to be imprisoned in, there was a silvered perch like a pedestal an obedient bird of paradise sits on. You were a good nightingale and so you impatiently waited for your merciful captor to return. And what a sweet song you’re going to grace him with! Each mellow melody you gave him made Morpheus all the grimmer: he could never let anyone else know the blessing that calmed his sweet, sweet despair. You were his nightingale, all of your songs belonged to him only.
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Tormenting Chuuya with Situations #1
Summary: Inspired by the Cyberpunk Edgerunners scene in EP 3 at the party thing, Chuuya finds you.
Some background: Working on a fic with a mercenary reader who gets wound up in the PM... unwillingly. Just imagine having a huge disdain for the PM for now.
Notes: *Originally wrote with fem pronouns but it's gender neutral in this. *Drabble with some errors. *Third person. *Chuuya x reader. *Dazai x reader. *Little suggestive at ending 2. *Collaboration with Monocle
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At a little plaza in some random corner of the city, there was a small party going on. Drinks were shared and loud music blasted in the air. A party of outlaws. Gangsters, mercenaries, thieves, and all those unruly folks gathered here. The Guild is defeated and Yokohama was saved.
(Name) grabbed a drink and sat on top of the hood of their sports car. They gazed at the party. Dancers with the "DJ", some people showing off whatever assets or tricks, and the friend groups that stuck together chilling in their seats.
Chuuya came to the party in search of (Name). He cringed at the music blasting into his ears. To him, this party was too wild for his tastes. No formalities. Just unorganized celebration.
He spots (Name) sitting atop of their sports car. They were drinking alone until some guy approached her. He narrowed his eyes and recognized him... those bandages on his arms and neck... Dazai... He grits his teeth and lets out an annoyed sigh. Just as he wanted to step in, his phone rang. He stepped away to a quieter corner. The music was still loud but it was just enough for him to listen on the other end. Plus he still has (Name) and Dazai in his peripheral vision.
"Hello?" He answered as he leaned against the wall.
"Chuuya, where did you go?" Asked a female's voice. It was soothing and definitely Koyo's.
Chuuya stuck his other hand in his pocket. "Looking for (Name). They went off again," he sighed.
"Again? A leash doesn't stop them huh?" She asked.
"Nope but I got eyes on them," Chuuya replied as he glanced over to them.
Koyo hummed. "Off partying with those street dogs. I can hear the music."
"Yeah." Chuuya's eyes darkened when he saw them laughing.
"Well come back quickly. We have to celebrate our own victory," She says. "In a much more pleasant manner."
"Yeah, I'll get back as soon as I get (Name)," He nods.
"Then I'll see you soon."
"See you, big sis."
Chuuya hung up and closed his phone. He looked back to the car, only to see Dazai and (Name) missing. He clutched his phone tightly as his eyebrows furrowed. He has to get (Name) back before Dazai does anything funny. They shouldn't have gone off, let alone with his hated rival. It made him seethe at the thought of (Name) with Dazai.
And they couldn't have gone far. They were just in his sight earlier. Chuuya came to the car and collected himself along the way.
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He could see them in the backseats still chatting. He scowled and knocked on the window which brought their attention. Dazai put his hand on (Name)'s shoulder and said something he couldn't hear. Then he stepped out of the car with a smug look.
"Well, well, who do we have here?" He said. "You interrupted our moment there."
"Like I care!" Chuuya raised his voice. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Having a chat~" Dazai replied nonchalantly. "And what are you doing here? This is no place for a fancy pants like you."
"I do what I please. I'm just here to take back someone," Chuuya grits his teeth.
"Well if it's them in the car, there's no way I'm letting you steal them," Dazai's grin widened.
"Don't get in my way," Chuuya growled.
Dazai was going to retort but (Name) came out of the car.
"Guys chill. Take your cat fight elsewhere," (Name) said with a sigh. They didn't want anymore trouble now that their supervisor was here. Angry like usual.
"(Name)!" Chuuya spoke up first.
"Ugh, you're here to take me back again," (Name) groaned and then turned to Dazai. "Sorry about that. But I have to get snatched away here."
Dazai raised his brow. "Huh... didn't think you'd be with the Port Mafia."
"Unfortunately," (Name) crossed their arms.
Chuuya and Dazai glared at each other for a moment, until Dazai spoke up.
"My condolences," Dazai puts his hand on his chest. "Call me if you ever want a double suicide with me," he says as he turned away to leave.
"As if," (Name) rolled their eyes.
Chuuya clenched his fists and lunged forward, but he was stopped by (Name).
"Cool it, Chuus. I don't want another issue on my plate," they warned.
Chuuya scoffed. "Fine, but we need to head back to base."
(Name) rolled their eyes with a groan. "Great..."
Ending 2
He couldn't see them in the car, nor around the area. His heart sped up and he began to search frantically. Chuuya couldn't find them within the party's premises.
He started to walk away. The music faded into the distance the more he got into the city. Chuuya was going to let (Name) get into their own sort of trouble. He had enough of their insubordination and was going to leave that to Mori or karma.
But then he heard soft moaning coming from a secluded alley. At first he was annoyed that some random couple is probably making out or going down and dirty. He let out a sigh to just glance, only to be struck with shock.
There they were, Dazai pinning them to the wall and making out. Rage boiled in him. He was so tempted to use his ability to stop this. Throw trash at them, use a dumpster to hit Dazai, or even drag (Name) away. But again... what's the point? It will only get them to seek each other out more. Plus he already decided to leave (Name) up to fate.
He tipped his hat lower to cover his eyes and never looked back.
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karikuwu · 1 year
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Ranpo and Poe as Sigma's parents HCs
IMAGINE PEOPLE ENJOYING CHUUYA AND DAZAI AS SIGMA'S FATHERS HCS I LOVE YOU GUYS SM WTH
anyways, user @funnyvanni wrote Ranpoe as Sigma's parents as well, so now i feel obligated to post it (they totally didn't sit in my drafts and i totally didn't forget to publish them lmao) SO YEAH!
TW: except swearing? nothing, it's just wholesome fluff for once
Edogawa Ranpo and Edgar Allan Poe as Sigma's parents HCs because he's still 3 years old
Okay- first of all; Karl LOVES Sigma
Cookie baking but Ranpo gets bored and doesn't help
He's the one eating all of it in the end
BETRAYAL. CRIME. CALL THE COPS.
Ranpo calling Poe and Sigma good boys while patting their heads (poor thing has to tip toe for that) and them blushing in embarrassment
Lots of cuddles!!
The whole family is snacking and cuddling 100%;
Ranpo falling asleep on top of Poe on a big couch, Poe staying awake and writing his detective novel with a slight blush on his face, Sigma and Karl sleeping while cuddling next to him
Poe is like a magnet
Sigma would be very interested in Poe's books and Poe would be MORE THAN HAPPY to tell him about the plot of his current work
Sigma is so into it and tries to figure out who the culprit is in the book just for Ranpo to spoil it
Ranpo would also spoil the whole plot during movie nights
The three of them are unstoppable at solving crimes
Sigma with his information exchange ability, Ranpo with his Ranpo ability and Poe with his fricking book
Karl being motherfucking Karl
The most powerful detective family
Overall it's just Ranpo with his big shy boyfriend and his big shy son. He would protect them with his life if he had to
I also like to believe that Ranpo calls his beloved by candy related nicknames
Like he sees Sigma entering the room and he's like "Hey Cotton Candy, pass me my ramune from the fridge."
And Sigma is like "Pls pls pls I'll literally pay you 500$ to stop calling me that." but deep inside he loves it
Last hc - Poe is spoiling them rotten.
This man is such a sugar daddy, whatever they want he buys em
Get that guild architect bag sis~
Thank you, that's it.
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IF YOU WANT TO SEE OTHER CHARACTERS AS SIGMA'S PARENTS, HIT ME UP!! I'LL MAKE SURE TO FORCE MY DEAR TWIN TO WRITE MORE FUNNY HCS :D
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artkaninchenbau · 2 months
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Acabo de descubrir tu arte de Croc adoptando a Robin...
JAJAJA AYUDA, ES TAN ADORABLE!!!!!
DIOS MÍO, LOS HICISTE PRECIOSOS!!!
LOS AMO, TE BESO LAS MANOS
Robin, dulce niña, ella se ve adorable<3
Me pregunto si las cosas siguen como en el canon y Cross Guild llega a ser una cosa, Crocky tendría fotos de Robin en su billetera que mostraría en momentos random, o sería del tipo que se sienta a charlar con Mihawk sobre sus hijos y les envía paquetes con cosas de forma ocasional?
Robin aún conservaría ese viejo peluche de robin en el canon??
Google Translate save me (I'm sorry I don't know Spanish 😭)
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Thank you so much for the kind words 😭❤️ I'm so glad my silly fanart has brought so many people so much joy, thank you
Generally speaking because I am trying to keep this as an art-only blog nowadays I would prefer to keep the in-depth convos on my ridiculous sideblog @moongothic, but in short... I feel like this AU could diverge so much from canon the further you go in the timeline that it'd be hard to say where things would go and how. Like IDK if Cross Guild would happen or if Robin would even end up with the Strawhats to begin with. There's so many moving pieces here.
Generally speaking though Crocodile dislikes showing weakness to people and letting people know he has a weak-spot (like someone he cares about) would be dangerous, so I don't think he'd let anyone ever find out he was fond of Robin. "Little Miss Sunday" was just his sweet little secretary/assistant, nothing more (to everyone else). If Robin was able to keep that plushie and didn't lose it, then yes. I could imagine her still having it as an adult. 'Cause it might be the first toy anybody ever gifted her (in her memory).
But please, if anybody has any more questions about the AU, please redirect them to my sideblog! 👍✨
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