💬 1 🔁 4 ❤️ 8 · I need help figuring what to focus on next so I’m going to let the people decide :p. I’ll probably do all of them but I’ll
Here are some random snippets to help decide :p these are wip +screenshot of Pinterest boards for general vibes
Preview 1 (Mihawk x reader x Shanks)
“I think I would like to pursue her.” Mihawk said softly, watching as you artfully seemed to dodge any potential suitors that wanted to engage in conversation or dance. You glanced back towards the two swordsmen and gave an exasperated smile and wave. Mihawk tipped his head towards you and Shanks waved with a lopsided grin.
“Like as a bounty?”
“No romantically, you fool.” Mihawk said sharply as he gave a side eye to his red-haired companion. Shanks’ grin dropped, and he gave an empty laugh.
“What? You never pursue anyone.”
“When I see what I want I chase it. I want her.”
“Well you can’t have her.”
“Why not.”
“Well, first of all are you sure she even likes you–”
“That is not an issue, her eyes dilated and her pulse raced when I greeted.”
“Ha! That’s what people do when they’re scared Mihawk.” Shanks muttered. But he couldn’t deny it, he couldn’t deny the light in your eyes when he saw you speaking with Mihawk. He swore that look was only reserved for him, how cruel. “Besides,” he continued, “I saw her first. I liked her first, hell you wouldn’t even know her if it weren’t for me.”
“Don’t be chauvinistic Red Hair, she can decide who she wants if anyone at all.”
“Right, but if she did want one of us it would be me.”
“Of course. If she preferred the smell of cheap sake and sweaty sea men I’m sure she would prefer you.”
“And if she preferred complete psychological isolation and no social life she would prefer you.” Shanks said with an oh-so friendly smile. He couldn’t help it, he went for the opening.
Mihawk pursed his lips before his lips tugged into a smirk, “May the best man win then.” He was no stranger to challenges with Shanks, and he had competed for fun before for sexual escapades. But this was different, because in his heart of hearts he felt like for once he wouldn’t have to be so alone.
He held out his hand to Shanks and the other man laughed and shook it with a shake of his head, “Yeah. May the best man win.” Shanks wouldn’t lose, he wouldn’t let you down like he once did before. He was serious about you, and he truly believed that he could make you happy.
And so the war for your heart began.
Preview 2 (Sleeping Beauty Croc x reader):
“Are you hungover Miss Y/N? How unprofessional.” he snapped as he flung open your curtains. You didn’t even budge.
“Come on, can’t handle your liquor all of a sudden? Thought I taught you better not to punch above your weight.” he grumbled as he poured a glass of water for you and slammed it on your nightstand, “Drink.” Still nothing. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. You weren’t messing with him were you? You knew better. But he also knew that you knew better than to come to work late.
He sat down next to your sleeping form, the bed lurched under him and you rolled from your side slightly. He took two fingers and pressed against your pulse. Still alive. He pressed his hand against your forehead. No fever. He turned your head gently towards him. You looked so relaxed and peaceful, he glanced at your lips. No discoloration or tinges, which at least ruled out poisonings.
Crocodile grumbled, “Such a stubborn woman. Making me waste time in your bed. Wake up.” He pried open your eyelids with his fingers, shook you a bit harder, snapped his fingers in front of your face, and even dumped water on your face. He felt an unusual sense of guilt from his harshness towards you, but he couldn’t acknowledge it.
He sighed and bowed his head in defeat, “Fine. I’ll give you a bigger bonus and vacation.” It was then that he realized that maybe the situation required more professional care.
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Curses aren’t real. It was made up, a hoax, fairytales that carry no weight on daily lives. Yes, in a world of devil fruits and monsters curses were the least of your worries. Still, when your fated 33rd came around you were afraid to spend it alone.
There are worst things than eternal sleep, there was death. You had been so careful, you didn’t even leave the island. You never made it past your door. “Deilvery from Sir Crocodile.” said the servant cheerfully. A smile spread across your face as you opened the door and took the gift with a thanks. You loved getting gifts from your boss, it always seemed like he knew what you wanted without him having to say it. But you supposed after all these years he had gotten used to your tastes and quirks.
You sat on your bed and tugged at the ribbon. Jewelry, sweets, and even a plush. All to your liking. But something else caught your eye. How did that get in there? A singular red rose. You didn’t take it as romantic, more strange. You never said you liked roses, in fact you always told him their smell was irritating. Maybe he didn’t know you that well after all. You picked it by the stem and dangled it. Your hand twirled it, entranced by the color. Maybe roses weren’t so bad afterall.
You winced as your pointer caught onto a thorn and you dropped the rose. You pulled your finger into your mouth and sucked, suddenly feeling wheezy from the little bit of blood. You swore you were better than this. Maybe this was your body’s reaction to not eating yet. Yes, you just needed to lie down for bit, rest your head and then you’ll enjoy the rest of your day.
Preview Part 3 (Reverse Harem University AU):
(Bonus if u can tell who is who based on the outfits in this pic)
You readjusted your bra as you looked in the mirror, contemplating whether you should put on boob contour or not. It was your first party on campus, you had to look hot but not try too hard. Black tank top, shorts, and white sneakers. Should be simple enough. Alvida peered over your shoulder and plucked some stray hair from her brow, “Want some body oil?”
“Yes please.” you said with a smile as you rubbed some over your chest and arms. Smoother than a baby’s butt. “Do I look hot?”
Alvida scoffed, “Do you feel hot?” She almost wanted to add that you weren’t going to be hotter than her but there was no point. She decided to be nice.
“Yes?”
“Then yes.” she said coolly as she applied red lipstick, she motioned towards you if you wanted any and you shook your head. You turned towards the door as you heard knocking. You weren’t expecting anyone, the only person you knew so far was your roommate and Shanks. You doubted Shanks knew where you lived, that would be a welcome surprise.
“Can you get that? It should be Buggy.” Alvida practically ordered. You had a feeling that she was a more dominant person than she led on. It didn’t matter, you just had to be on her good side.
You opened the door and were met face to face with a boy with long blue hair and red nose. His outfit was colorful to say the least. But somehow he pulled it off.
“You’re not Alvida.”
“No, I’m her roommate, Y/N. Nice to meet you.” you held out your hand and he pushed past you. Once glance over at your basic outfit and Buggy wasn’t interested.
“Alvida, flashy as ever,” he glanced into the mirror, “Lipstick?” Alvida handed it to him with a smile on her lips. She didn’t care that they were matching, afterall she knew she was still going to be the most beautiful in the room.
You sighed and sat down on your bed, “So are we fine with going to Shanks’ party? It’s a bit off campus” You tried to hide your excitement. He was the hottest man you had ever seen. Sure he had a terrible sense of fashion but he was fit, funny, sweet, and a sophomore.
Buggy shot you glare, “Hell. No. Stay away from that little rat. How did you even get invited anyway? I didn’t even get an invite!” He felt his shoulder tense and ears redden as he thought about that stupid redhead. How did he even get into this school anyway? Of course he got in, everyone seemed to like him for whatever reason.
You shrugged, “He uh, kind of hit me in the face with a football.” What did Shanks do to make this guy mad? You didn’t know if that was a green flag or red flag.
“Probably on purpose. Ugh what a jerk. Don’t worry Y/N, stick with me and we’ll run this school! We’re going to the theatre club’s first party.” Buggy declared as he slung an arm around you. You smiled, even though you were uncertain that you even wanted to go to a theatre party.
Preview Part 4 (Haunting Mihawk x reader):
“Don’t you think it’s weird that Mihawk won’t let us into the other side of the castle.” Perona mused as she watched Zoro press the weights against his chest. She thought he tried too hard, but that was besides the point.
“No. It’s his castle.” Zoro grunted as he stared up at the ceiling. What happened in his mentor’s lodging was not his business. He didn’t care for the man, he got what he needed from him for the time being.
“Yeah but I get this sort of energy. Like something or someone’s trapped there.” Perona said softly as she looked to the side. She had to make sure Mihawk wasn’t listening in.
“Like a ghost or a person?” Zoro said cautiously as he continued his repetitions. He did feel a sort of unease when he looked in the direction of the west wing. And sometimes when he awoke he swore he heard something. At first he thought it was the humandrills but maybe…
“I don’t know. I mean if it’s a ghost I can help him get rid of it.” Perona said softly. The man did have a sort of hollowed look, as if he was half of the person he used to be. Maybe he was haunted by a malevolent spirit. Poor thing.
“And if it’s a living person, being held captive?” Zoro muttered. He didn’t believe Mihawk was all that human. The only pleasure he seemed to take was from drawing blood from opponents and drinking wine. He never broke, never showed any other emotion. There had to be something darker, something where he poured his being into. Maybe he was just as evil as the other warlords Zoro had encountered.
Perona paused and contemplated it. In truth she cared more if the spirit was dead than alive. She didn’t care much for Cindry or who she was before. This case caused for a paranormal investigation, one that she was up to the task for. She wandered off, leaving Zoro to his weights as she planned her adventure into the banned wing.
Preview Part 5 (Dofuwani x reader):
“I’m having a baby.” you announced with a smile. Mikita and Zala turned to each other in shock before turning back to you.
“Congratulations!” said Mikita cheerly.
“My condolences, there are places to take care of it. Should you desire.” Zala said coolly before taking a sip of her tea.
“Well I’m not pregnant yet, but I will be. I’m planning to be.” you said confidently. This caused another exchange of glances between the two women. You dug into the chocolate cake as they tried to figure out what exactly you were planning.
“And your…partners, knows about this?” Zala said cautiously. She didn’t understand your relationship, she came to conclusion that dealing with one man was enough she didn’t understand how you dealt with two. Especially with two who were so powerful in nature.
You shrugged, “They’re a nonvariable. I mean my relationship with them is just a heat of the moment phase. Croc is too old, too…not child friendly. And Doffy smothers too much. Besides their relationship is so old and volatile, I would hate to ruin that.” You took a sip of your tea, trying to mask your disappointment. You knew this had to end somehow, but it did bring you some comfort that it was on your terms for your own reasons. You always feared that they would get bored of you, or they would view you as too much of a burden. No, this was right. This way you could get what you want without complete heartbreak.
Mikita tilted her head, “So…You’re going to break up with them?”
“Yeah well no. It has to be their idea, but that’ll be easy. I mean it’s the right thing to do. Should be a clean easy break, right?” you muttered. You felt an uneasy feeling coming from the back of your neck, as if someone was watching you. You reached for your compact mirror and ‘fixed’ your makeup subtly. You didn’t need more confirmation other than the glimpse of the pale green hair.
“What is it?” Mikita whispered softly as she glanced behind you. She made eye contact with harsh yellow eyes that were giving you the death glare. Zala followed her glance and glared back at the woman, “May we help you?”
Monet didn’t say a word, instead she stormed off without even finishing her coffee. Or leaving a tip.
You rubbed your face and sighed, “How much do you think she heard?”
“Probably not much.” Mikita reassured with a hand on your shoulder as Zala stood up to clean the table.
“Ugh, she’s part of Doffy’s family. Little harpy, she’s never liked me.” you grumbled. His family was part of the reason why you didn’t want to have a child with him. Between the enabling Trebol, the annoying Dellinger, and the ever so ass-kisser that was Monet you were at your wits end with them. Not to mention there was a reason why Baby 5 and Law went completely no contact with him. You were fine with those red flags before, but you had to think ahead if you wanted to get what you wanted.
“Yeah she definitely heard everything. She couldn’t have gone far. I can kill her if you want.” Zala offered and you shook your head.
“It’s fine. My mind’s made up. This just means I have to change my approach.” You were going to go for a clean break, subtly annoying both of the men to the point that they would come up with the idea of a break up. Now that they knew your possible motive…well you would just have to improvise.
I need help figuring what to focus on next so I’m going to let the people decide :p. I’ll probably do all of them but I’ll probably post in March or late Feb depending on how fast I can finish applications. These are all series btw and I’ve written random portions of all of these lol.
Decide
Sleeping Beauty series (croc x reader)
University AU (various DILFs reverse harem x reader) will warn will get dark
Haunting of Kuraigana (Mihawk x reader) angst, will be shorter
Baby Trap (modern) Dofuwani x reader) this is a nightmare polycule
Love Triangle (Shanks & Mihawk x reader) will have multiple endings
Summary: In which Crocodile is rewarded for not running away during the Miss Goldenweek incident. But is a visit from his scorned wife a treat or a punishment?
CW: Blood, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, the reader is a jerk, unprotected sex
Sir Crocodile thought he had been behaving well. Not that it was on purpose, he was just disinterested in his fellow inmates on Level 6. Prison was okay, the food was mediocre at best and no one really gave him trouble. It had helped that everyone had thought that the Navy thwarted his plans and not a little twerp. He gave a disinterested glance at the guards as they led him into the room, which caused them to flinch slightly. Clearly they didn't send their best. How insulting for a man of his stature. It didn't matter any more.
It looked like he earned himself time in solitary. He stood silently as they chained him to the padded white walls. He could withstand torture; he wouldn't be in the deepest level of hell if he didn't. But this punishment didn't fit any crime he had committed in his prison. Sure, he was a bit of a downer, but it didn't mean he was a quack.
He sat in silence, staring ahead at the white wall, relaxing against the padding. At least it was more comfortable than his cell. And a lot less noisy. The men and women on his level were a bunch of lowlifes. The best lowlifes of course but ones who groveled in their own filth and had no taste for the finer things in life. Did he earn himself an upgrade? The only thing he needed was a cigar and he was set.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door opened. In came Warden Magellan, looking rather pleased with himself.
Sir Crocodile chuckled, "What did I do to warrant your presence, Warden?" The nightmare situation would be him being stuck in this room with the walking stench of the Warden. He grimaced to himself at the thought of having to spend more than an hour with that breath.
"Don't worry you're being rewarded for good behavior."
"You gonna give me a smoke?"
As if right on cue you stepped out from behind the Warden, with a small smile on your face. "Darling I think you've earned more than that."
Crocodile's face dropped as he watched you walk towards him. You wore a simple coat and dress, your hair loose. He noted that you still wore your ring on your left hand. "Here to serve the papers?" He muttered as he glanced over your shoulder. He wouldn't blame you if you did. This was a perfect out for you, he would rot in prison and never bother you again. You would take half of his assets and gallivant the world with someone less disappointing.
You glanced over your shoulder to look at Magellan, "May we have privacy."
"Five hours, just as we agreed," he said firmly.
"Of course. I do hope you enjoy the meal. I added extra scorpion poison for good measure." Magellan tried to stop the blush from forming on his cheeks but he failed. The crocodile glared at him and narrowed his eyes. Magellan didn't care about the other man's reaction, he was just flustered by you. Without another word he shut the window and stepped out, locking you inside with your husband.
"You can do better than that." Crocodile muttered in disgust. He would assume you would at least aim for a Vice Admiral or King. Not the shitty warden. It would be embarrassing to be stuck in the same category as that man.
"Funny that's what my parents said when I brought you home." you replied coolly as you stood before him with your arms crossed.
They were right. He thought to himself. He would never admit or believe it before, but now he wasn't so sure. "You have the papers or not."
You clicked your tongue, "You think so low of me. Our vows said in sickness and health, for rich or for poor. In good and bad. Till death do us part."
"Come to finish the job then?"
You tilted your head and stepped towards him, "Most people would be happy to have earned themselves a conjugal visit. You seem to be turning this into a punishment for both of us." You shrugged off your coat and heels, squatting down until you were eye level with him.
"I won't punish you for jumping ship, Y/N." he said he looked into your eyes. He was ashamed, he felt like a young pirate again. His dreams and willpower shattered. Except instead of Whitebeard it was a little brat that he had failed to kill multiple times.
You cupped his cheek with your left hand, "Not a chance. I love you too much."
He gave a small laugh, "A foolish thing really." He wasn't sentimental, but right now this felt good. It felt nice and comforting. He wouldn't mind if his execution was set for tomorrow.
You sighed and straddled his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, "You could have made things easier and escaped when Miss Goldenweek gave you the chance. We could have regrouped."
"And done what? All those years of work went down the drain. My reputation is ruined. I have no footing in the world anymore. If I escaped would we have gone to Whiskey Peak? What would we do? Build a picket fence and be ave-"
He was caught off when you slapped him across the face with the back of your left hand. His head snapped back and he gave you an incredulous stare. You had never hit him when he was weak. When you'd get playful he'd just sand-around you. His tongue ran over his gums, grimacing at you. That damn rock hurt. It was his fault, he had insisted that the diamond be large enough so people would know better than to approach you.
"Sorry. You were getting annoying." It pained you to see him so hollow. A husk of the man he once was you had admired how ambitious he was. How he would never settle for less. You rubbed the spot where you had hit him, "We could have figured it out together at least."
"I have nothing left in me doll."
"Don't be pathetic." you muttered as you squeezed his jaw. What happened to the dominant man you had known?
"I'm not leaving this place, don't waste the rest of your you-" you slapped him again, this time you gave him the grace of your palm. He groaned as his cheek reddened, his eyes sharp as he glared at you. You glared back, "So much self-pity. It disgusts me."
"File the papers then."
"Break out of prison."
"Don't see a reason to."
"Really I'm not much of a reason?" you scoffed, pinching his check. He pulled away, annoyed.
"Don't take it personally."
"Hard not to, asshole."
The two of you sat in silence, glaring at each other. You needed your Crocodile back, and he was being stubborn as ever. You gave a sigh in defeat and placed your forehead on his lips, "It's not fair, I miss you." He placed a kiss on your forehead and moved so you were nestled into the crook of his neck.
"I know. Hypocritical bastards." He would have been fine if the Navy didn't claim the win. Government bastards claiming a pirate win.
You rolled your eyes, grateful that from your position he couldn't see your expression. You didn't want to wallow and cry with him. He had married you because you were sensible in that way. Your relationship was built on trust, reliability, and composure. Frankly, you just went through all this trouble to make love to him. In his state you doubted your usual begging would work.
You nuzzled into his neck and started pressing kisses against it. Goosebumps littered his skin as he tensed around you, the grip around your waist pulling you closer to him. Your kisses led up to his ear, you gave a hard nibble on his lobe before saying softly, "You've denied me your presence long enough. Are you going to deny me pleasure too?"
He bit back a groan, his eyes rolling back as you continued your ministrations until you reached his lips. Damn sea stone made him sensitive, made him a mere mortal. You pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, pulling away when he tried catching your lips with his. You tutted your finger tilting his jaw up, "Answer, dear husband."
He motioned to the snail on the corner of the ceiling, "You mind an audience?" He usually did, but considering the circumstances he was going to take what he could get. Maybe he could find a way to kill those guards later...
You shrugged, "Let them watch, let them see what they can't have. Who knows, maybe if they like the show they might invite me again." He rolled his eyes at that as he leaned back, spreading his legs more. You raised an eyebrow. Really, he was going to make you do all the work? So be it. You were going to screw some sense into him.
One hand wrapped around his collar and pulled his lips towards yours. Your other hand raked through his hair as your soft lips and his rough ones melded together. He was surprisingly tender, and eager, his lips moving slowly against yours. You didn't want him to be tender, to treat this like this was your last meeting. You bit his lip, making sure to draw blood as the hand holding onto his collar dropped to his crotch and started palming it. He huffed as you started to rile him up, his length hardening under his pants. Your hand slipped easily under his waistband, pulling his drawers down. His member sprung out, your thumb brushed softly over the sensitive tip.
You pulled away from his lips and he started to kiss your neck and shoulder. You let out a content sigh as your finger traced from his heavy sack up his well defined vein to his tip. "You think of me when you touch yourself Crocodile?"
"I think of you all the time doll." he murmured into your neck, licking the spot where your shoulder and neck joined. You hated that he was so sensitive. You would rather be railed against the wall. You had to be patient with him though, as you were a good wife and good wives bring out the best in their husbands.
"Mm,"you hummed as you raised your dress, kicking off your panties before settling on his lap again. Your slit and his penis were a mere millimeter apart, yet he made no motion. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pressed your slit against his cock. With a small motion of your hip you rubbed against him, "I haven't touched myself since you've left."
"No?" he said with a tilted head. It was the most delightful thing he heard in a while.
"No, not even a finger." you said with a pout as one hand went back down and pressed his erection gently against your slit. He bit back a groan as he felt your slick coat the underside of his cock. It was the most heavenly feeling, the way your wetness felt on his dry skin. You moaned as his length rubbed against your clit. "Want to know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm saving myself for my husband. Only my husband can touch me." He pulled away from your shoulder, his eyes darkening as a smirk spread across his face. As if to test your claim his chains clanked as his hand ventured in between the two of you. His fingers ventured in between your folds and lo and behold, you struggled to let his pointer finger in. You squirmed in slight discomfort as he chuckled,"Ha how bout that." His finger curled inside your warm walls while his thumb gently rolled against your sensitive nub. He swore he could spend hours just teasing you with his two digits, watch you squirm and beg until you cried for more. You moved your hips, and he let you. He would love to watch you try to fuck yourself against his finger for the entirety of his sentence, but the two of you didn't have the privilege of time. That would have to wait for another day or lifetime.
He pulled his finger out, pulling it up to his lips and licking it off, savoring it as if it was last meal until death row. This usually wasn't his forte during foreplay, but since you were so good to him he supposed he could entertain you. He glanced at you, "Up, I want to taste more." You didn't question him, didn't argue. You could have complained for a more comfortable position but you weren't going to look a gift horse in his mouth. One foot was planted in between his legs while the other wrapped around his neck. You let yourself fall into him, and he groaned as he was met face first with your pussy.
He took a long sniff before taking a long lick along your slit. You moaned, your hand gripping onto his locks as the starved man buried himself in you. The tip of his nose rubbed against your clit as he licked, nibbed and suckled onto you. Your chest heaved and you palmed your breast against your dress with your free hand. You tried to fight the urge to rub against him or to push his head against you. Patience was a virtue in your relationship. You stuttered, "C-crocodile I'm c-close."
He murmured against your clit, "Let go doll, you earned it." You glanced down at him, your eyes furrowed. He had been looking up at you this whole time, he never did that. Well, he did when he wanted to tease or chide you. He was being generous and you didn't like his acting out of character. Your thoughts were interrupted of course when your core tightened and you felt your release wash over you. You shook against him, noting the sound of his chains when his hand held you up from behind. You steadied yourself, letting go of his hair and placing your hand against the wall.
You caught your breath and glanced down to see Crocodile pressing his head against your thigh tenderly. You winced as you moved your leg from his neck, stumbling slightly before finally sitting back down on his lap. You sighed, brushing your thumb against his chin and cleaning him of your slick. "Okay, I'm going to take care of you now."
You wrapped your hands around his cock and let a wad of spit fall from your mouth onto his length. You stared into his eyes as you pumped him slowly, observing as he twitched against your hands. You went faster, your hands expertly tending to him from his balls to his tip. From the way his stomach tensed and his breaths grew ragged you could tell he was close. Did the sea tone affect his stamina? That simply wouldn't do. Right as he was going to come to completion you slapped his cockhead with your left hand.
He hissed, "Damnit woman." His jaw was clenched and he gave you a look as if adding 'what's that for'. You shrugged, "Oops sorry." You hated that he was so pliable, so submissive. It was insulting to the memory of the man you married.
You maintained eye contact with him and slid down and licked with a flat tongue from his balls to his tip. This earned a hearty groan from Crocodile as he closed his eyes with a smile. You narrowed your eyes and swirled your tongue around the head before swallowing him. One hand fondled his balls while the other rose up and down on his shaft, not even able to wrap around half way but still stimulating him. You watched as his brows furrowed and he threw his head back, completely at your mercy. He could have at least pulled your hair or shoved your head down a bit.
You didn't like this switch in dynamics. You gagged as you tried to force yourself halfway and he muttered, "Don't push yourself doll, you're perfect." You wondered what kind of torture they inflicted upon him to be so nice. It was like he shed his tough exterior and replaced it with sheep's wool. You didn't want him to be nice to you, not here of all places. You imagined that when he decided to breakout he would embrace you tenderly for the night before things went back to the way they were.
You didn't want things to change, you wanted your Crocodile. The Crocodile that was mean, snarky, who would spare you a sincere smile once in a while, the one who cut down enemies easily, the one that made you feel safe. You didn't want him to submit to this situation, you wanted him to fight, to be angry, to scheme.
With a plop you released him and sat back up on his thighs, studying him. He seemed so relaxed, so nonchalant. His eyes fluttered and he gave you a lazy grin, "Too much for you?"
"No, not enough." you muttered. You sighed and placed your hands on his shoulders, "How do you want to do this boss?" At least you were trying to give him some of his autonomy back.
He leaned forward and pressed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder, "On my lap?"
"Is that a command or do you care about my opinion?" the hair on your back stood up as he placed that sloppy kiss. Maybe you were a bad person, maybe you should give him more grace. He was a prisoner after all.
"Whatever you want." he muttered as he pressed another kiss on your jaw. He had caught a feeling that you were getting frustrated, but he didn't know why. This was his best behavior yet with you. It didn't matter though, he was savoring this moment with you as if it were his last. He just wanted to feel you before he was stuck in that hell hole again for eternity.
You sighed and pulled away from him, moving so you could adjust yourself. One hand gripped his shoulder while the other guided his penis to your aching entrance. You took in a deep breath before letting yourself drop down, taking him in one swift motion.
It was a mistake on your part, but to be fair you were desperate. You groaned in pain from the sudden intrusion, tears pricked your eyes and you noticed that Crocodile moved his hand to tenderly caress your back. He pressed kisses to your hair as you adjusted to him. He didn't tease, he didn't poke fun, he was just there to comfort.
You let out a raggedy breath before slowly moving your hips, hoping to get some friction on your clit at least. He nudged you tenderly with his nose as both hands gripped onto his shoulders and you started to speed up, bouncing and circling your hips. You looked up at him and he captured your lips in a tender kiss, he took note of every little ministration you did, savoring it. He was sweet and gentle, happy to just be with you.
You didn't want gentleness, you wanted pain. You opened your eyes and bit into his lip, never relenting until you drew blood. You never tasted him like this, his power used to make him untouchable and his demeanor never allowed you to leave a mark on him. He moaned, not pulling away but feeling somewhat annoyed now.
You pushed him off, studying him as he licked over his wound. He narrowed his eyes at you as you slowed down. You huffed, "You don't mind my roughness."
He shook his head. What game were you playing? Whatever it was he didn't like how it was making him feel, especially with how you were looking at him. At first he feared you would look down at him with pity, he never expected to feel even more exposed when he saw the disgust in your eyes. You looked down at him like he looked down at the peasants of Alabasta. It was like you were disgusted that he turned out to just be a regular human after all.
"You know what I think," one hand slipped off and trailed down under to gently hold onto one ball. The other inched to his neck. "I think prison has changed you."
His jaw tensed as you maintained eye contact with him, slowing until you were just gently rocking your hips. He didn't entertain you with a reply. His blood started to boil, he was at the end of his rope.
"You want to know what I think of you now?" you leaned over, your hands tightened on their respective spots which earned a hiss of pain, "I think you're a bitch. You're soft."
"Watch it." he snapped which earned a pinch on his teste from you.
You said softly in his ear, "Come on prove me wrong. Take your power back, Little Bitch Boy." You weren't concerned that the guards were going to interrupt your session for concern of your life and health. From the rumors you heard they were fellow sadists.
He growled and bit into the spot between your neck and shoulder, the move was so sudden that you let out a shriek of surprise. He didn't kiss into it or lick over it, instead he bit harder, even digging into it until blood stained his teeth. He maneuvered his chained wrists from behind you and put them back in front of him. He shoved you off and knelt up. Your back hit the cold floor but he didn't sympathize with your position. He snapped, "Turn around."
"Make me." you said defiantly as you propped yourself up on your elbows. He glared at you before taking your ankles and flipping you around. You winced as your nose hit the cold floor. He pulled you by your waist with his one hand, his hook pressed against your neck, with the base pushing your back down.
He gave no warning. He just took. You let a strangled moan as he thrust in, showing no mercy in how quickly and hard he pistoned in and out. He growled, "I have been nothing but nice to you darling dearest. Yet you've managed to take my only pleasure and ruin it." He pulled completely out before slamming back in, "Answer back, mouth."
You winced, "I do-don't w-w-OW! you to be nice." His hand dug into your skin as he repeatedly pulled out completely before slamming back in.
"You've exhausted my patience, and my kindness." he hissed. He had to admit this change in pace pleased him more. He felt like he was in control even with chains on, he felt like his old self. Maybe this was what you had wanted all along. He raised an eyebrow as he observed one of your hands sneakily slide down to your clit to rub while the other palmed at your breast. That simply wouldn't do.
"Hey," he barked, "hands where I can see them." You let out a whine as your hands moved upwards above your head. You knew the drill, you just thought he would allow some niceness.
"Want to call me a bitch again?" he hissed as his hook curved around your throat. You gulped and shook your head. His hand palmed one of your breasts before pinching into your nipple harshly. You cried out in pain as he slammed in from a different angle, "Use your words wife."
"No sir." you sniffled. You relished as the pain melded into your pleasure. Maybe some day you would get your gentle Crocodile, but you wanted him to be free to do so. For now you had your mean old husband back.
"Good," he pressed a kiss against your hair before leaning back, "You and I are going to have fun now, just like old times. You remember your safe word?"
You gulped and nodded, "Yes sir." You knew you didn't need it, you were going to take whatever he gave you because you loved him so much, even the aspects that other people thought were ugly.
"Good girl." he muttered. He was going to break you for as long as time allowed. He felt like his old self again and it made him excited. He wasn't going to thank you today, but he knew you were to credit for this. His good wife, his ever so patient wife, the person he was allowed to reshape and break however he pleased. He owed you the world and more.
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The two of you were a tangled sweaty mess. Your head rested against his chest, the long sleeve he was wearing was soaked with sweat and clung to his heaving chest. One hand combed lazily through his hair, trying to groom him before he returned to his cell, the other sat languidly across his waist. He had his arms draped over you, the chains weighing on your thighs as he kept his hand on your leg. It seemed the both of you were in a daze, you stared blankly into his shirt and he kept his gaze fixated on the door.
You finally broke the silence with a raspy voice, "I'm hungry. Is the food good here?"
He laughed, "What do you think?"
"Right, figures." At least you didn't have to eat here. Your poor husband on the other hand...
He gave a gentle pinch on your thigh, "You alright?"
You nodded, your eyes glassing over. You hoped he wouldn't look down at you. You had gotten so far, you didn't want to seem weak now. But you knew you were pressed for time. You bit the inside of your lip and pressed yourself more into him, taking in the feeling of his heartbeat against your ear and the scent of his sweat-laced skin. It was weird, even without it ready he still smelled slightly of tobacco.
"Do you regret marrying me yet?"
"No. Never. Do you?"
"Yeah." he muttered and you stiffened. It was a strange thing to him, marriage. At first it was his way of keeping you, of tying you to him and laying his claim. The rock on your finger was like proof of the wild thing he conquered, and your beauty outshone all the jewels in his collection. And yet he never expected to feel such sentimentality towards you. It made him feel emotions that he had never even considered before. He was always such a selfish man who could take anything he pleased, the world was his. Yet all of those capabilities seemed wasted if they weren't for you. He wanted to provide you with the best but maybe he wasn't what you needed. And maybe being held in this hellhole would make it easier for him to let you go.
You sighed and sat up, the hand that was on his chest rose to cup his jaw as you looked into his eyes, "You would regret making me an ex-wife more."
He stared back at you in silence before his lips curled into a smile, "Yeah, I guess I would." He knew the widow sounded sexier to you, maybe the government would make things easier and execute him. But knowing the government they would rather let him rot in boredom.
You straightened and tilted his chin up, "You know, I am perfectly capable of handling life on my own Crocodile. But I have never been hunted."
He narrowed his eyes, trying to read what you were playing at. You continued as you said softly, leaning in so your lips brushed against his ear, "I am going to take care of the surveillance officers." He blinked and glanced at the snail in the corner of the room. Of course the officers probably watched everything. He wasn't much of an exhibitionist but he knew the reality of the situation. He just didn't expect you to take the initiative to do so. "Tell me dearest, do you think the navy deserves to see me in such a state."
"No sweetheart, they don't." he muttered as he practically glared at the snail. You were right, those smug bastards didn't deserve to fantasize you, to insert themselves in his shoes as if they earned it. They had done nothing to even earn a lick of your attention much less a view of your body.
"Exactly. Don't you think they deserve to be punished?"
He nodded as he turned to look at you. He smirked and said in a low voice, "You know what to do?"
You giggled and pressed a kiss against his neck and murmured, "A letter laced with poison. I know who is on duty. Your warden is very careless. They'll think they're getting a lovely invitation from a temptress..."
"You'll have to be far from here. Do we still have the safe houses?"
You shook your head, "No. But I'll find my way."
He paused, uncertainty starting to pour into his mind, "Are you sure you're capable of that?" The world was brutal; he had managed to keep your hands clean of most wrong doings. Your perceived innocence was his failsafe, but now with that gone you were open season.
"You'll just have to find out. Or save me."
He eyes widened and he started started, "Y/N, don't--"
As if right on cue Magellan opened the door. "Time's up." he barked as he looked over the two of you. He didn't get the privilege of watching the surveillance footage, as he was on the toilet. He was shocked to see the state of the two of you. He was surprised no one reprimanded Crocodile or you. Crocodile had a bruised cheek and swollen lip and you had bruises littered over your limbs and a bite mark on your shoulder. He couldn't help but blush at the state of you two, even though both of you were fully clothed his imagination ran rampant.
You wrapped your arms around Crocodile's neck and pressed into a quick kiss. Before he could pull you for more you stood up, shakily. You glanced back at the warden, "Can I give him his present?"
Magellan stuttered, his mind clearly elsewhere, "Yeah go ahead."
Crocodile grunted and stood up, staring down at you expectantly, not even bothering to acknowledge the warden's presence. You reached into the pocket of your coat and pulled out a cigar, but wrapped around it was a familiar paper.
Crocodile cocked his head as he held the cigar. It was one of his favorites, but without a light it was pointless. What really interested him was your vivre card. He never needed it before, he always had you paired with guards or within his sight. You had his, even though you practically forced him to give it to you he had to admit it made sense. Now this was a new era of your relationship. One where you would be in the wind, and he would be waiting for his opportunity. His mind thought of all the trouble you could get into, the Navy was one thing, but if a man like Doflamingo knew you were wanted and all alone...He could stop you now, snitch on you per say or call your bluff. It was too late to stop you, the warden would hear everything and your freedom would be revoked. He knew a pretty thing like you didn't deserve to be in stripes.
He had to trust you, and trust that there would be another opportunity to reunite. He just needed one spark to light the flame.
Donquioxote Doflamingo needs someone to entertain him, the Diva! Reader would be his type
He rules over the land of passion, he needs someone to match his kingdom
When he sees her in the paper he is smitten. He practically attends any show, whether it is ballet, singing, stage play. He likes how she has the audience on a string, anticipating her every move. She doesn’t need a devil fruit or haki to command attention, she is simply a star. She is loved for who she is and Doflamingo is determined to love her the most.
It is only natural to pluck a beautiful flower like her and preserve her in his castle. Dressarosa provides her with higher quality costuming and the protection from a very tall warlord.
She starts off as a trophy but with Doflamingo she realizes being a part of his family. entails more responsibilities
He’s a corrupting presence, but her audience has expanded.
With him she becomes even more famous, with important people front row spending money to watch her
This is all to entertain Doflamingo though, those important people have meetings right after with him
She’s never alone, her security detail has greatly improved
Like all divas her time has got to come. Doflamingo realizes her fame is a threat to his ego.
He forces an early retirement with marriage. Style a-la Grace Kelly and Prince Rainier of Monaco. Everyone tunes into the dream wedding of the Diva and the King.
Now she only entertains Doflamingo and his family. She takes her new role with grace of course, smiling through the pain of losing her beloved career. Her closet is filled with various shades of pink, with hints of silver and gold.
Her greatest role is to be Doflamingo’s wife of course.
When strangers ask for an autograph she is happy to oblige but her husband pulls her away. She simply can’t be giving out her signature so willingly.
She acts as the perfect wife, even in bed. All of his whims and fantasies are fulfilled with her, and she gives him an award winning performance.
She is anything he wants her to be. In return she never lacks, she never has to return to being a hard working artist.
Overtime her love for him is sincere, as she sees that he will always be her biggest fan. Still she yearns for one more performance with an audience.
He teaches her new things. Like how to kill. She never realized she acted out dying wrong until she saw him kill in front of her. It improved her performance right after and earned her an award before she married him. She learns new limits to her body, like how much of his roughness she can take in bed before breaking. She is also taught how to fight. She was used to using stunt doubles.
She was the best of the best as far as divas came. She took on the role of being part of his family easily. This new role stimulated her perspective on the human body and psyche. That is when she truly loved and understood him.
The Queen of The Joker’s Heart was her pièce de résistance. She anticipated her story would be told someday by a wide eyed artist like she once was, as an opera or ballet. Whoever got the role would be a cemented win in the award show.
Sir Crocodile’s Type HCs (F! Reader) Part 1 of ? (18+ MDNI)
I was thinking of the type of character Sir Crocodile would work well with and I had some ideas. The first one that comes to mind of course is…
The Mob Wife
Either met her at an underworld business meeting or she was an entertainer. Either way she isn’t phased by his life.
He provides her with a sense of comfort with luxury. Fur coats, gold jewelry and anything money can buy.
100% somewhat toxic. She would not put up with his crap, but she would know better than to call him out in public.
Public outbursts would include ignoring him, slipping away from his hook or hand.
In private she would be honest, frank, a bit mean. This would be met with his own outburst of course.
She would never betray him but it doesn’t stop him from thinking she would
She would be a trophy wife, a reflection of his wealth and power.
They would get divorced once or twice
She would 100% threaten to turn one of his bananawani into boots and matching purse
He believes her
Dom/sub dynamic in the bedroom
Though she does attempt to gain control in bed. He’s never amused.
The Hook stays on during sex and is used
Aftercare involves a bath and expensive meals but rarely any cuddles.
She’s not involved in Baroque Works. In fact she doesn’t work. It’s better this way, her hands are too pretty to get ink or blood on them.
After his defeat by Luffy she doesn’t offer him sympathy or tenderness. She calls him pathetic and threatens separation.
He loves and hates her, but he’s never annoyed by her. She’s the only one that has his heart in that way. He would never say it out loud though. She knows this as well but spares him by not pointing it out.
They’re not tender with each other. But on occasion she will listen to him or sit with him in his office while he works. He will entertain her ‘fashion shows’ with the clothes he bought or be more loving in bed on occasion. It’s their own way of showing their love to each other that two cold-blooded people like them can do.
She doesn’t entertain flirtations from other men or women though she lets Doflamingo approach her. Not because she likes his attention, she just wants to encourage Crocodile to kill him.
It’s a toxic relationship, but it’s one that ends up being mutually beneficial for the both of them. As time passes on he realizes she will always be a constant for him.
She does attempt to baby trap him multiple times before he finally proposes. He thinks she’s insane for trying and immediately gives her the ring.
Also she would 100% pull off Maria Felix’s famous Cartier Crocodile necklace (pictured below).
