#croco-help

[moongothic]

God I wish I could remember what Oda once said about mothers in One Piece... I can't remember if it was about Luffy's mother in particular or moms in general, but he essentially joked about how you'd have to be A Really Horrible Mother to allow your child to go off and become a pirate (dangerous business no loving mother would allow)

And just... My vague memory of that comment is living in my head right now, because truly, if Crocodile somehow is Luffy's mom, truly nothing would make him a worse mom than

Literally trying to murder his child and beating him to near death multiple times the first time they actually meet

Going so far to stop being a mom that he became a dad instead

#Moon posting #Honestly I can't help but to feel that if the theory is true I don't think Crocodile has any positive feelings about Luffy #Like I don't think he'd see Luffy as his child or. Anything #Like the vibe I get is that Luffy to him would be nothing more than something from a past life he wants nothing to do with #And a past version of himself he wants buried dead and forgotten #Like think about masculinity- both in general but also in the terms of OP's story #The way some cishet men react to the mere concept of Trans Croco and the way they're ready to dismiss him as a ''real man'' #Like. Fragile Masculinity makes it so that if you aren't performing your manliness at 1000% at all times you aren't manly #That's why it's fragile. It's all or nothing. And so if Crocodile was FtM many would see him as just the F. They'd just ignore the ''tM'' #Crocodile did not seem like he wanted to be associated with Iva-chan or any of the newkama AT ALL #If he is trans then he is fully stealth. He does not want to be outed. He does not want to have his manhood questioned. #His past could instantly be used to turn him into a laughing stock. He'd have to deal with transphobic attacks and misogyny #So if he just wants to live his life in peace then he could just see his past as a potential threat to his future #Anything about who he might've been could be used against him #That includes the husband he divorced. That includes the child he abandoned. #They aren't anything to Crocodile but something he wants nothing to do with. #And he's willing to go so far as to kill that child to tie up any loose ends #Which sounds horrible but he did attempt to kill millions with a massive bomb so like #Yeah. Sir Crocodile ain't winning Dad of the Year award anytime soon. He does not give a shit about his son. #Crocodile looked at Shinji Evangelion and figured he could have a worse father-son relationship. And he's winning that contest #Of course this reading is absolute bonkers and I doubt Oda could write a trans character with this kind of nuance #It just makes sense to me alright #And I have brainworms #And if I'm being realistic I only think there's a 30% chance the Crocodad theory is actually canon #Trans Croco in general get's a 70% because. You don't give this guy some Secret Beef with the Magic HRT Person like that #Again I just think it'd be fucking funny if he was Luffy's dad #It is 6 am I am not proof reading any of this shit

[1930sdarlin]

I got a Sebek plushie in the mail today finally from Plush Wonderland.com

I was so excited I accidentally jammed the tip of my finger in a gate latch- it's alright, it'll probably just bruise a little. He was worth it though ✨️⚡️🐊

Yes he has toe and hand beans. Also little lightning blots in his eyes. ♡♡♡ Bless him.

#i cant help but imagine Sebek yelling at me for hurting myself though because I was excited about him #“HUMAN THERE IS NO NEED TO RUSH-” #i know i know dhdhd #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland sebek #twst merch #plushie #bby croco ♡ #Megs' drabbles

[1pcii]

i NEED to know the history between these two

#and croco backstory in general tbh #what is going on in that head of yours. why are you so personally effected I NEED TO KNOW #sorry ace ik this is ur arc but croco i such a slay everytime he's on panel i cant help it #psii read 1pc #marineford arc

[crocosun]

i don’t know a ton about the fnaf lore but my boyfriend ( @yeehawwz ) explained some of it to me tonight, i made some very important lore btw, start taking notes

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #sister location #fnaf help wanted #fnaf security breach #fnaf monty #sundrop #fnaf sundrop #deltarune #spamton #croco speaks

[wormadile]

Two of em

#notebooks always help with the artblock #my art #crocos art #traditional art #yay pen and paper yay #Buck

[snailpaste]

Can i get some McSugarDaddy Crocodile headcannons but reader actually has feelings for croco? ive been thinking about this a little too much lately

Sugar Daddy!Crocodile x GN!Reader

CONTENT: Crocodile x GN! Reader, SFW, kind of mutual pining

AN: This isn't what i wanted but if I didn’t post it now I think it’d just go to the great fic graveyard in my drive (30 and counting) sorry for the wait ;-;

You’d caught crocodile’s eye at one of the many Gala’s he hosted (after all, charity was always a brilliant way for him to further his influence, to make connections and gain power), where he’d struck up conversation with you after asking to share a drink. It had gone well, and by the time the event had drawn to an end he’d given you his den den number and offered to pay for your taxi home.

Crocodile wasn’t one to chase after people, much more content to work on furthering himself or his many business enterprises. He simply didn’t need to – there were enough many men and women willing to fling themselves at him should he ever be in need of company – which is why he found it so strange that, not but two days after meeting you at a Gala, here he was, den-den pulled closer towards him on his desk than usual, eyes flickering to it every so often as he worked through the growing heap of paperwork.

rest under cut ->

If anyone were to ask why, not they would ever question him, he’d simply tell them he was waiting on an important business call, rather than hoping for a stranger, who’s laugh he unfortunately hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, to call.

Your arrangement started as “purely transactional,” in the words of Crocodile.

He didn’t expect sexual favours (at least, to begin with) but simply wanted your company at events, a presence beside him to help gnaw away at the tedious meetings and public appearances he endured in the name of business. You’d wake up with a voice message on your den den, telling you to be ready at 7, with details scarce aside from to check your mailbox, inside which was a new outfit fitting for whatever event he saw fit to bring you to. Over time as he learned more about you, they became more and more tailored to your tastes.

He kept things distant at the start. His touches were modest, an arm around your waist or shoulder, a hand guiding you at the small of your back, but nothing more. You found yourself begging to crave his touch, leaning into the warmth of his palm or wrapping your own around his arm.

His conversations, while interesting, never betrayed any of his true emotions, and he opted to leave you with cash rather than buying anything else for you specifically. Gradually, you began to hope might actually start to open up to you. What did he look like unguarded? How did he look when he was at peace 

As the weeks passed, you found yourself growing accustomed to his presence, the initial intimidation and curiosity replaced by a quiet comfort. Crocodile listens to whatever you have to say intently, eyes never leaving your face, always asking the right questions and relishing in the way you blush when he leans closer to you, blowing cigar smoke out the window and brushing your hair out of your face.

While Crocodile isn’t out of touch with his feelings, he does prefer to ignore them. He immediately noticed how you changed towards him, leaning your head into his hand when he cupped your cheek and laughing a little bit more openly, and sneaking looks when you thought he didn’t notice – he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart feel just a little warmer.

Your dates, as you unknowingly began to phrase them much to his amusement, became far more frequent, with him using anything as an excuse to be around you for longer. Crocodile, it seemed, had an uncanny ability to understand your desires. He took you to places and events you’d been wanting to go to without you asking, such as art galleries, cosy bookstores and grand libraries, or bookings at theatres or cinemas.

Crocodile encourages you to pursue any and all of your interests- there’s nothing he admires more than when you go off on a tangent about something you’re passionate about, or your dedication. With him, money isn’t an issue, he’ll happily pay whatever fees you might need to achieve.

Your relationship progressed from you being a pretty thing draped off of his arm, another way for him to flaunt his wealth and power, to something more personal. He surprised you with a visit to something you’d mentioned excitedly to him weeks ago, booked the wing of a restaurant you fancied for just the two of you, and invited you with him to the opening evening of an exclusive art exhibition of his favourite movement.

It was only when he caught himself thinking about you with a smile while smoking his evening cigar, that crocodile decided to address how he felt– whatever it was.

After a long night that left you nodding off and leaning against him, crocodile opted to take you back to his house. He’d carried you up to a guest room with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, placing you down in the bed and mumbling a soft good-night into your hair. It was then that, in your half-asleep stupor, you accidentally confessed your feelings, clinging sleepily to his shoulders and mumbling for him to stay with you. He didn’t make a big deal of it, but he felt his heart skip a beat, and allowed you to cuddle against his chest until you fell asleep.

The following morning he told you plainly and simply, wanting to cut the tension that ran thick as you drank him out of the corner of your eye (and how could you not, with normally slicked back hair in loose waves, ringed hands sliding you a coffee across the island, his bare chest peeking through his dark brocade dressing gown) that he was interested in you, interested in a relationship more than this.

After this, he begins to open up- lets you run your hands through his hair from behind, and stay at his house as often as you’d like. His laughs become lighter and more genuine, and you find he has a dimple in his left cheek whenever he smiles just so.

He still buys you gifts and treats you, but now they’re far more intimate, and more tailored to your tastes than ever. He takes you with him on his business trips around the globe, letting you soak in the sun or encouraging you to explore the attractions while he attends to business.

He surprises you with gifts delivered directly to your house, a box of your favourite treats, each delicately wrapped in coloured paper, a potted plant he collected from your shared trip to alabasta, or something he saw you looking at or considering buying with his own note attached. Another time, he appeared at your doorstep with an assortment of flowers, (he’s very into “classic courting”) each flower was one he picked carefully to reflect a message to you.

His love languages are quality time and acts of service, but he craves physical touch and, as you find, becomes quite clingy when he’s tired. He loves sharing baths with you, holding you to his chest and relaxing in the warm bubbles, and on his one day of rest per week, lazing around in bed with you during the early morning hours.

The time he realised he was well and truly in love with you was when you were sitting in his lap, his arm looped around your waist and hand smoothing over your cheek, as you had reached up to trace your fingertips over his raised scar. He’d felt his heart jump into his throat at the feeling, realising he’d never allow anyone else to touch him there, and when you smiled at the light dusting to his cheeks, he realised he was well and truly fucked.

#snailpaste: moots #snailpaste: inbox #snailpaste: writing #op:crocodile #crocodile x gn reader #crocodile x gender neutral reader #one piece x gn reader #one piece x gender neutral reader #crocodile x reader #one piece x reader

[travelingthief]

Hermes Offerings and Devotions

Offerings

Keys

Dice

Playing cards

Coins

Rocks/pebbles

Playing jacks (UPG)

Bouncy balls (UPG)

Lucky charms (Cereal)

Rabbit's foot

Horse shoe

Magic 8 ball

Coffee

Energy drinks

Herms

Road trip snacks (I like Hostess donuts)

Airplanes/trains/cars imagery

Foreign/new foods

Trail mix

Peanut m&ms (UPG)

Turtles

Lyres/string instruments

Sandals/shoes/running shoes

Journals

Camping gear

Survival gear, like multitools, fire starters, first aid kits etc.

Pens/pencils

Small (stolen) trinkets

Language dictionaries

Work out gear

Panpipes

Postcards

Letters

Mail

Stamps

Envelopes

Zodiac signs

Sheep/goats

Car parts

Backpacks/drawstring bags/bags

Crocos

Sticks

Saffron

Sticks

Board games (UPG)

Dominos (UPG)

Pick up sticks (UPG)

Books

Cups

Scales

Dream journals

Graveyard dirt

Cookie fortunes

Foreign money

$2 Bills

Dollar coins

Marbles

Travel souvenirs

Bikes/skateboards/skate

Old licenses/IDs

Sport trophies/jerseys/jackets/gear

Wings/feathers

Letters/numbers

Video games

Magic kits

Oranges/Lemons (UPG)

Devotional Acts

Write letters

Go for walks

Run

Road trips

Learn about alchemy, astrology, lucid dreaming/astral travel, astronomy, etc.

Learn basic car maintenance (change a tire, jump a car, change air filter, check oil etc.)

Give money/socks/cigarettes/water/food to panhandlers

Go talk to a panhandler and keep them company for a bit. I usually smoke a cigarette with them (only time I smoke) and just chat.

Pranks

Public speaking

Tip well

Stargazing

Geocaching

Learn new language

Learn ASL

Work out

Drive safely and predictably

Use your blinker fools

Bike/skate

Clean your car

Make a travel altar

Get a passport

Travel

Practice keyboarding

Have a penpal

Train your voice

Magic tricks

Check your mail/email regularly

Low risk gambling, like lotto tickets

Riskier gambling if you're mindful of it

Make sigils

Have a race

Play a tag

Be nice to wait staff

Play sports

Make maps of trails near you

Make maps of whatever you want

Play uke/string instruments

Make herms

Carpool

Uphold confidentiality

Coin tricks

Be a reliable worker

Thrifting/yard saling

Dumpster diving

Making trades and barters

Help look for missing people/pets

#hermes #i wanted to make another one because my last one isn't quite my style anymore #hermes worship #hermes offering #hellenic polytheism #helpol #hellenic pantheon #greek gods #paganism #pagan #hellenic gods #hellenic paganism #witchblr #hermes devotion #hermes deity

[shankschewtoy]

Hayo, I noticed ur blog and fell in love. I was wondering if I could request Smoker, Crocodile, Zoro, and Hihawk with an S/O who is reckless. I'm talking like Luffy kinda reckless. Oh, this berry might be super poisonous? Only one way to find out-

a/n - awww you’re so sweet I’m glad you like my blog 💜💜 oml I’m giggling tysm nero for the request !

Warnings ⚠️ - crack kinda, g/n reader

Opposites attract

- poor man is so tired

- “CROCO- I FOUND A MUSHROOM LOOK LOOK! It matches your hair!! tastes a bit funny though.” You said excitedly, showing your lover the black mushroom

- the color should’ve been the first hint that maybe you shouldn’t eat that.

- but you ate it anyways

- “cool. Cool.”

- “… wait what.”

- he needed a minute

- then it clicked, you collapsed to the ground, coughing and clutching your stomach from the pain

- “Y/n- you ate a random mushroom?!”

- frantically trying to not freak out

- he’s trying to remain calm. but it’s not working

- god the pain was unbearable, your stomach churning but also cramping at the same time

- And to make it better? You might’ve eaten the entire mushroom 🙃

- he’s not a doctor wtf is he supposed to do-???

- literally slapping your back to try and get you to spit it out

- “I ALREADY SWALLOWED IT- STOP OW!”

- you survived, but crocodile’s sanity didn’t lol

- in battles, you were always the first one to spring into action, much to your lover’s dismay

- “Let’s go!!!” You shouted, jumping off the ship, running straight towards the marine encampment

- “Y/N GET BACK HERE-!”

- he didn’t even get to explain the plan yet

- man loves you a lot, so he sticks with you even though you drive him insane

- “y/n don’t you even think about eating that. it was on the ground.”

- “but- 5 second rule-“

- “NO-“

- ….

- *eats it anyways*

- he’s like a wall

- does he ever express emotion to your shenanigans???

- definition of 🗿

- you end up getting into more dumb shit just to see if he’d react

- you could be choking on a poisonous berry, and all he does is fucking slap your back, and you spit it out no problem

- he’s like those magic moms

- he wouldn’t appreciate being called that

- right before you rush to jump off the cliff, he literally just grabs you by the back of your shirt like you’re a tiny cat

- he does it with one hand while he’s reading the newspaper with the other

- not even looking

- you’re honestly tired of trying to get him to react, so you end up falling asleep on him sometimes, exhausted from all your reckless activities

- oh if only you were awake to see how he reacted to this

- he had a soft smile on his face, and he ran his fingers through your hair, softly patting your back and hugging you close to him

- this was the time that he reacted, and you were unfortunately asleep 🙃

- you’re bad for his health

- you give him heart attacks every single day

- Tashigi has started to give him free therapy sometimes

- when you literally jump off the ship before he can explain the plan to you, he has to quickly grab you with his smokey hands

- he has an amazing reaction time thanks to you :)

- “Smokey! I was just gonna take care of ‘em for you!” You said with a smile, hanging in front of your lover

- how could he not forgive you???? He loved you too much to stay mad

- he has to keep you close by, but when you suddenly disappear, and he sees you beating up a bunch of pirates in the distance

- my god you’re going to be the death of him

- all he wants is for you to be safe, and you’re charging straight towards the danger with a huge smile on your face-

- “Smokey!!!! I beat them up for you!” You said, waving at him

- you were sitting on top the pile of beaten up pirates with your big smile that smoker loved so much

- he couldn’t help but smile back with a tired sigh

- he one time almost couldn’t breathe because he couldn’t find you for a good five minutes before you jumped out of a barrel to spook him

- man was so scared he couldn’t move

- “um. smokey are you ok?…”

- it took a good five minutes for his mind to process what just happened, and then he scolded you for another ten :)

- obviously you didn’t listen to even half of what he said tho 👍

- I mean he has Luffy as a captain, so he’s pretty used to it

- or so he thought.

- you were eating a mushroom right in front of him, and he looked confused as to what exactly you were eating

- “Did the pervert cook give you a mushroom??”

- “No- mffm. I found it.”

- your mouth was full, and then you swallowed it right when he realized

- "YOU IDIOT-! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!"

- frantically slapping you

- it left bruises

- "cant you just shit it out?!"

- "I CANT SHIT ON COMMAND MOSSHEAD!"

- chopper saved you, but now Zoro has to accompany you everytime you explore the islands

- you picked up some berries from a nearby bush, and you were about to put them in your mouth

- he bonked your head with his fist, "don't even think about it y/n."

- "OW THAT HURT IDIOT!"

- you hit him back and it started a whole fight

- you won >:)

a/n - hehe these are fun

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #zoro headcanons #zoro x reader #mihawk x y/n #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #smoker x reader #smoker one piece #white chase smoker #smoker x y/n #crocodile #crocodile x y/n #crocodile x reader #crocodile one piece

[quinloki]

period sex and aftercare and /BUGGY/ are so big brained can i ask for those two plus dacryphilia with buggy and croco-baby and maybe a secret third character (your choice) if you feel up to it!!! Thank yooouuu!!! :o)

Alright, I got ONE MORE KINK ASK after this and I'll be all done with them \o/ Holy shit I can't believe how many asks I got for this (And how much fun I've had dealing with them.)

It helps a lot that I love kinks, kinky people, one piece characters, and learning/educating >.>

Alright we got Period Sex, Aftercare, Dacryphilia (the crying kink) - For Buggy and Sir Crocodile - and since you called him Croco-baby I'll add Donquixote Doflamingo to this.

I am surprised with as often as I feel like I've seen the crying kink pop up that I haven't already done it for ANY of these guy =O

And also yay \o/ AFTERCARE ASK \lol/

Go go alphabetical!

Buggy:

Period Sex - FUCK Yes - It's messy, it's red, it's kind of flashy actually, and Buggy loves it. You don't grow up on the most famous pirate ship in the world without being comfortable with all sorts of things. I feel like everyone under Roger's flag was, we'll say educated, and as such I can't see anyone from that crew being put off by menstruation.

Plus, orgasms are a cure for some, and there's one way to find out if it works for you to alleviate any cramping you may be feeling. You're going to be a complete mess by the time it's done though, Buggy's a little blood-lusty, surprisingly maybe, but he gets feral, and more so than with lipstick or makeup, he loves to "mark" you.

Aftercare - Oh god you don't even know - He is a terribly stressed clown, but I also think he's a big damned softie too. Buggy really is just as comfortable brushing your hair as he is ordering the crew around. Maybe more so, honestly. All that hair he has though, and that makeup he wears, the man's skin and hair care routines are on point as much as his eyeliner game. He will take care of you after every session, even if he subbing or bottoming some of it.

I think Buggy's desire to serve is almost as strong as Sanji's honestly. If you're an important person to him, he doesn't want to let you down, and he will devour your praises. But he's also The Captain™, and no matter what his role was, he's going to provide you proper aftercare.

Dacryphilia - No. - Sure sometimes tears happen. Sometimes you're so overwhelmed they slip out, sometimes you are chocking on the impressive package this man has. Sometimes tears happen, but Buggy doesn't like tears. He doesn't want to see you cry. If your makeup smears he wants it to be cause of sweat and pleasure and touch, not because you're crying. He's not even good at handling happy tears, let alone any other kind.

Buggy's more of let-him-do-the-crying-for-both-of-you type. He'd happily be the only one stressed to the ends of his capacity, than to have you worry. (Which probably worries you xD it's a bit of a cycle like that).

Sir Crocodile:

Period Sex - Yes - He doesn't mind the mess. The cause doesn't bother him. The only reason it doesn't rate higher is because it's hard to know if your period will heighten your pleasure or your pain - that lack of control bothers him, no matter how well or fast he can adjust accordingly.

He also doesn't see it as marking you the same way some others do. It's your blood, not his. It has a scent that isn't his or his cigars. If anything it's an annoyance because you should smell like him, and you shouldn't ever be hurt enough to smell like blood. You shouldn't be close enough to violence to even know what blood smells like, at least as far as he's concerned. But he'll soothe your cramps and discomfort in any way he can when it's that time.

Aftercare - Oh god you don't even know - As said before, Crocodile is all about control, and aftercare is required for control. You don't want to leave your little bottom/sub spiraling with all sorts of thoughts on their own. Whether we're talking toxic AU or not. Aside from the control though, he enjoys it. It's time to bond, to discuss, to connect. The more he knows about you the more control he can exert.

The more control you can hand over.

Plus, as beautiful as you are in his clutches, you're just as beautiful in his care.

Dacryphilia - FUCK Yes - Oh please cry for him. Sob in terror or pleasure or pain, he's not picky. Your face in tears is as lovely as your face contorted in pleasure. The only requirement is that those tears are his fault. No one else is allowed to make you cry.

As much as he will pull tears from you - and most sobs of pleasure as long as you're good - he'll kiss them away so sweetly. Brushing them aside so kindly, and with such praise.

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Period Sex - FUCK Yes - Not only is it a mess, it's a bloody mess. Doffy's a bit twisted and I can see him actually smearing the mess all over you while he's taking a break between railing you. He's not doing it so much to mark you, as he is to almost degrade you. He'll tell you how dirty you are, covered in blood and cum and tears - he 100% gets into degrading you during it.

Sometimes being on your period can make you more sensitive to pleasure, and sometimes it makes you more sensitive to pain - it doesn't matter as far as he's concerned. He'll get his pleasure at the least, and he'll enjoy turning you into a mess in the meantime.

Aftercare - Yes - Unless he's truly into you, don't take this as some kind of kindness. Aftercare is a good time to learn and bond, and for Doffy that generally means it's a great time to reinforce all his manipulations. It lets you think he cares (again, *maybe* he does), and pulls you closer into his grasp.

A truly skilled puppeteer doesn't necessarily hide the strings, he just makes sure you don't pay attention to them when you should be >.>

Dacryphilia - Oh god you don't even know - Cry for him, please. Crumble to pieces in pleasure, fear or pain - whatever it may be that you've earned at the point in time. If you're overwhelmed in pleasure he'll promise you such sweetness and devotion. If you're overwhelmed with fear he'll admonish you softly and forgive you magnanimously. If pain stains your face he'll have you begging for forgiveness, a forgiveness he'll bestow on you when he feels like it.

Perhaps after you've gone raw and hoarse from tears and begging.

Much like others who enjoy making their partners cry, it is a pleasure reserved entirely for him and no one else. Members of his immediate family may get an understanding pass, circumstances depending, but anyone beyond that is likely to be dealt with swiftly.

#kinky one piece head canon #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #donquixote doflamingo #x reader #buggy x reader #sir crocodile x reader #doflamingo x reader

[kittyball23]

Sleeping Tight (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: After awakening from a nightmare, Floyd seeks comfort with his favorite baby brother

A/N: Anybody else sleepy from Thanksgiving turkey? I know I am, lol

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Trolls were joyous little creatures.

This went without saying, as it was proven with how much they sang, danced, and hugged each other. Even when they slept, you could most likely find a serene smile on their faces. But, even the happiest creatures underwent moments of other not-so-pleasant emotions, like sadness or fear. It was the latter that had taken ahold of a certain magenta-haired Trolling that night.

Floyd awoke with a start, the moon still high in the sky and the dawn nowhere near approaching any time soon. His little heart raced and a few beads of sweat had perspired on his forehead. He had a nightmare, he knew that, though he couldn’t quite recall the exact details of it upon awakening. He thought it may have been something about tall terrible creatures, or perhaps something about having been separated from his Grandma and brothers forever. Either way, they were frightening thoughts that disturbed him greatly.

He clutched at his blanket, trying to shut his eyes and think about happy things. But, unfortunately for him, he was still a little too rattled to do as he intended. The Troll bit his lip, contemplating what to do. He could always go to Grandma, but at the same time, he didn’t want to disturb her. He knew that she got enough of them during the day as it was. He glanced over at the rest of their room, where his gaze roamed over the sleeping forms of his brothers in their beds. They all looked like they were snoozing pretty well, too. John Dory was making finger guns in his sleep. Spruce was making kissy faces, likely dreaming about girls (a phase that Floyd wasn’t too fond of and found very gross). Clay was snoring loudly, some drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. Floyd scrunched his nose in disgust at the sight, but soon that disgust went away when he saw his one younger brother snoozing in his crib. Baby Branch hugged his Croco toy securely against him in his little blue fingers and suckled on the binky in his mouth every once in a while. Out of everyone, he looked the most peaceful. And probably the least judgmental of the bunch.

As silently as he could, Floyd pushed his blankets aside and rose from the bed, quietly tiptoeing his way over to the crib. Then, carefully, he reached inside and took the baby into his arms. Branch, being a naturally light sleeper, immediately stirred awake from the action, blinking his tired blue eyes and focusing them on the magenta ones of his brother’s. He cocked his head at the Trolling, an eyebrow raised as if to ask “Floyd?”

Floyd offered him a gentle smile. “Hey, Baby Branch,” he whispered. “You don’t mind sharing the bed with me, do you?” When Branch did nothing more than blink blankly at him, he sighed and continued. “I kinda had a bad dream… have you ever had a bad dream?”

Branch furrowed his blue brows, as if he didn’t quite understand the words. Floyd couldn’t help but laugh lightly. The baby had probably never had a bad dream once in his short life so far, and he hoped that he never would. “I didn’t think so,” he said, reaching over to lightly run a finger over his small cheek. The motion tickled the baby and he giggled sweetly. “The other guys… they’ll laugh at me if I try to tell them. Especially Clay.” Clay, being the ‘Fun Boy’ of the group, always liked to find a joke in everything, and he’d try to make light of the situation. John Dory and Spruce, being the eldest, would try to put on a front, trying not to let their sensitive sides show. But Floyd wore his heart on his metaphorical sleeve (given that the brothers’ favorite outfit choice – vests - don’t have sleeves). It was just something that made him him.“But,” he continued, hopefully, “maybe you won’t?”

Branch looked up at Floyd, blinking again as though he had paused to really process his brother’s words. Then he grinned, snuggling up against the magenta Trolling’s chest and babbling happily.

“Braaanch,” Floyd cooed, doing all he could not to allow the happy tears that had pooled in his eyes to spill. Even so, a few managed to slip down his cheeks, which he quickly wiped away with his free hand. He carried the baby with him back to his bed, adjusting him and his toy first and then sliding in next to him, tugging the blankets over them.

“Well, g’night, Branch,” he whispered.

Branch giggled, releasing his Croco toy and instead using his brother’s arm as a pillow to rest his small blue head on. Floyd smiled, getting comfortable and knowing that now that the rest of his sleep would go undisturbed.

__________________________________________ A/N: Hope you enjoyed, I'm about to watch the movie on the big screen in just a few minutes!

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #floyd trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction #100+

[minimallyminnie]

The Day of Your Birth is my favorite day.

Happy birthday Ryker! Thank you for being one of the best moots ever!

What would they do on your birthday? The Knight duo

Tags/Tw: None! Just fluffy! Well and multiple Tangled eggs. Can you spot them all?

Silver Vanrouge

Enjoying your birthday, Silver decides to take you out into one of flower gardens.

It’s quiet. No students are there besides the both of you. You wonder why, looking around until he speaks up.

“I…I wanted a private date. It’s your birthday. Not a random date.”

The sweet message warmed your heart.

“Master Malleus, Sebek, and Fa-Lilia helped. They asked for some help from the rest of the housewardens to handle their dorms…and considering Diasomnia’s reputation in the school….you can guess how easy it was for people to just leave.”

Ack! Did Silver just have to shoot thousands of arrows into your heart like that?! The things he does sometimes makes you feel like you’re walking in air…

“Thank you Sil…you didn’t need to…”

He hums. “You’re correct. I didn’t need to. But I wanted to.”

Your intertwined hand grips his a bit tighter.

Sevens. This man made your head spin.

You two end up in the middle of a peony field. You remember briefly how peonies were a rare commodity…People waited a whole year for peonies to grow. Silver…

“My love? Are you alright? You’re just standing there…”

“Oh! Sorry Silver!” You rush to walk to your boyfriend again.

Just simply walking around the fields of flowers, both of your hands intertwined…Your heart skipped thousands of beats. This…overwhelming sensation of simply just being…

Loved.

Just being able to be vulnerable, to be honest, to be open, to be everything with Silver.

Just for your birthday, no, not even, every time you’re spending with him, he always tries his best for you. He tries to not fall asleep (which he does end up doing but, when he sleeps on your lap, you just can’t stop smiling at his peaceful expression), he goes above and beyond every time.

Your heart feels like you’re about to burst.

Silver turns around and cups your cheeks in his hands. He wipes off your tears. Tears? You had tears?

“Are you alright…? Is this too much? Are y-you allergic to peonies? Oh no…I’m so sorr—“

“I love you.”

His eyes widened in shock before he goes to a soft smile

“I love you as well.”

A soft pair of lips meets yours and then when they part ways, he starts again

“I met you in a dream.”

“You did?”

“Before we met, I dreamt of someone who loved me no matter what that wasn’t my father. They didn’t look like you. But, I know for sure because I dreamt it multiple times.”

You laughed softly at him. His hair moving with the wind as the sunlight reflects on his hair. “Silver, how do you know it’s me if you dreamt of someone else?”

“I said I dreamt of someone who loved me. Not mainly about another person silly. As an old saying says in Briar Valley, “They say if you dream a thing more than once, it's sure to come true." And…I found you.”

He moved one of his hands down to hold yours, his other hand moving stray hairs away from your face

“Silver…you’re going to make me cry again on my birthday…?” You sniffled

He brushes your tears away again. “I love you. You’re remarkable and I have no words when I look at you…I look at you, and I’m home.”

You met his lips yet again.

“Happy birthday my dear beauty. I hope for the rest of time, you’ll be by my side”

Sebek Zigvolt

“You’re foolish to run! I told you to be careful!”

“Yes yes…dear croco I beg for mercy…and for you to just let me down!”

He’s giving you a spiteful piggyback ride after you had carelessly ran down the hill and ended up falling on your front

Didn’t hurt really, well nothing hurt besides your dignity of falling in front of your boyfriend…

Who refuses to let you down!

“Sebby! Lemme down—!”

“Don’t speak such nonsense! Your knees are scraped! Your hands have cuts, and there’s stains on your lovely outfit!”

You sigh and let him take you to a nearby bench. He fusses over the tiniest scrapes. Even though it really is nothing, he fusses over you.

“See, if we let this be, what if it gets infected? What if it blisters over and you are in even more pain? Oh no…all on your birthday nonetheless! How terrible!”

You note how he always has bandages on himself. For Malleus, Lilia, or Silver usually but…he saves some for you too.

His touches are gentle. But they don’t treat you like you’re fragile. They treat you like a normal person. He opens the bandage wrapper, unwrapping half of the bandage and putting it on you before taking off the other side.

It’s a perfect fit. He does the same on your other knee before he grabs your hand and starts to put some ointment on the small scratches.

Oh.

Sebek really looks like a knight here.

Kneeling down while holding your hand

And you promptly get hit in the back of the head by a pan yet again like when you first fell for him, your thoughts blew up. Images of Sebek pop up everywhere and boom, you’re blushing yet again

Realizing he’s still talking, you decided to take his hand and kiss it

“Oh my loyal knight Sebek, won’t you trust my words for once?” You dramatically say and then set your hand down. “Kidding, kidding…but please. I’m ok. Don’t worry so much. For my birthday wish with you?”

Instead of answering, Sebek takes your hand and presses a kiss to your hand like a knight…wait he is a knight.

You look at him in shock, usually he wouldn’t do that so…straightforwardly

He has pride in his relationship with you, happily showing you off if someone asked. He loves you as much he’s loyal to Malleus. But, when giving affection…he hesitates. What does he do? What if you don’t like it? What if he goes overboard?

So for him to just…not hesitate on kissing your hand, even though it’s a small gesture, it felt huge.

A burst of affection plowed its way from your heart and you kissed Sebek on his lips before pulling away with a grin while his face turns bright red

“I-I! Th-that was…unexpected! O-oh sevens…Human, you caught me off guard!”

“Catching a guard off guard? Score!”

He simply averts his eyes with a small huff and takes your hand to the town’s center where flowers are everywhere.

It was a small break from school so a lot of people were there. But you only saw Sebek.

And he only saw you.

Music started playing by some of the townspeople and multiple people started to get together and go with the music

The sharp toothed man stood in front of you and outstretched his hand

“May I have this dance?”

You smiled and nodded, slipping your hand in his.

To anyone else, you two were just npcs but…to the both of you, you were the only ones in the whole town. A world to both of your eyes

He never really had a dream. His only goal and dream was to be the best knight he could be for Master Malleus.

A rare soft smile spread across Sebek’s face

“You were my new dream.”

Your heart burns hot.

“And you were mine.”

He gently pushed your head onto his chest as you two swayed from side to side

“Thank you for being born on this day my light.”

Leona Kingscholar

By no means is he purrfect but, he always find a way into your heart.

Either laying down or fighting for his life for your heart—

On your birthday, you thought he forgot

No texts

No sight of him

And not even a peep of him from Ruggie

…Yeah…when you were walking home to Ramshackle, you didn’t even listen to Grim who was talking about how much birthday wishes and gifts you got.

The bags of gifts from your friends felt light compared to the emptiness in your heart that had a label for Leona Kingscholar.

You loved the presents and birthday wishes from your friends! But…it hurts to not even get a word from your boyfriend…

You waited for him to tell you…but…No avail.

Going inside your dorm, you put you stuff down and tell Grim to go hangout with Ace and Deuce (which he was confused about but listened.)

You changed into your pajamas and ignored how your phone dinged with messages. Probably more birthday messages from your friends or invitations if you weren’t doing anything.

Laying down in bed felt more comfortable than picking up the device.

Suddenly, the sound of knocking was heard and you went to answer it. Probably Grim coming back early

Well. You were definitely wrong.

Your eyes were covered by a blindfold and you were picked up and carried away

You tried to fight off the stranger but for some reason, they just didn’t let go

“Let me go you lunatic!”

“Good grief…hang on.”

Leona?!

He set you down on the ground and then untied the blindfold. Looks like it was of use of something!

And it was worth it too, your eyes sparkled in delight as the stars under the night sky showed themselves to you.

The stars above were shining brighter than ever in the ebony night skies.

You heard a small grunt, that translated to “Hey, I’m still here” behind you. Turning around, you see the beast man standing behind.

Hand in his pocket and one in his hair, expression as nonchalant as usual, you’d think he didn’t really care

But clearly his tail was waving side to side.

You smiled before he came closer and held your hands

“Is this why I didn’t see you this whole day?”

He huffed.“I was…trying to set up something…better.” He gestures to the blanket on the ground along with present that looked like the wrapper attempted but gave up and clawed into the box.

“I…Fuck. Shit, I messed this whole day up for you didn’t I?” He brushed the hair in front of his face up with his hands. You can hear the frustration and regret leaking through his voice.

“I wanted to make the end of your day special and not crappy…but I messed it up. The reservation I got at your favorite restaurant got too crowded, guys back at the dorm trampled the damn flowers…and I got too frustrated at the wrapping paper…” His eyes sharpened and he looked down with a scowl

“Damn it…I’m sorry for ruining your birthday…”

You blinked

Leona apologizing? That’s rare.

Instead of saying anything, you kiss him on his head to bring his eyes back on you

“Silly kitty. I didn’t want anything spontaneous from you. I wanted you.”

His eyes slightly widen before he averted his eyes with a blush

“Tch…strange wish. Guess it’s your birthday though.”

Smiling, you took Leona’s hand and laid down besides him on the blanket, watching the stars

You laid on his arm, close to him as you pointed at the different stars

“That one’s so bright!”

“Mmh. You are.”

You turn your head around and he’s not even looking at the stars, he’s looking at you.

“Wow. How smooth of you.”

His face shows a big smug grin as he laughs

“Oh really?”

“Yes beastie. You know what else could make this day better though?”

“What?

You smiled and cuddled closer

“If I could have a kiss from you?”

His cheeks were dusted with a dark shade of red but he scoffed and kissed your head, your cheeks, and then your lips. His tail wraps around your waist and you scratch behind his ears with a laugh

Sevens, you made him soft.

“…I see the light when I’m with you.”

“Gasp. Leona Kingscholar saying stuff like that?”

“Shut up. I won’t say it again.”

He held you close as you watched the glittering night sky with him.

“Happy birthday herbivore…Thank you for staying with me for as long as you have. I hope you make it longer.”

WAHHH I’M SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY RYKERRR I’M SUCH A BAD FRIEND DD:

Happy belated birthday! And to anyone who’s reading this on theirs!

#minniemoots #mindlessclow #gift #birthday gift #birthday fic #twst x oc #twst x y/n #twst x yuu #twst x mc #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #silver x mc #silver x gn reader #silver x yuu #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt x gn reader #Sebek Zigvolt x Yuu #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x mc #Leona kingscholar x Yuu #gn reader for the win #gn reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #Happy birthday Ryker!

[smokersbaby]

Hii!! Can i request some headcanons for doffy , croco and smoker with a s/o Who leaves them a visibile hickey

Thx❤️

Thank you for your request! I was replying to your other message but something happened while I was writing so I'm answering here. I'm sorry that you had to wait a little bit but, lately, I've been busy with Uni and other things.

Characters: Doflamingo, Sir Crocodile, Smoker CW: hickey, making out, slightly NFSW, more explicit NFSW (Smoker part) Notes: that was so fun and exciting to write, I'm feeling like I'm improving my English writing, let me know which part you liked the most!

Doflamingo

You like to defy death.

For real, you are playing with fire if you deliberately decide to leave a visible hickey on him. 

As soon as he realizes that there's a red bruise on his neck panics, he should be a Celestial Dragon, not a human, so why is his skin reacting to such a thing?

He looks at you, even though you are his s/o you're just a human, he stares at you with a grin and licks his lips

"I have to punish you, now." he states as his gaze pierces you, his smile seems so evil, but yet you know that he won't hurt you since you're his s/o, even though he's a demon with everyone else. He licks your neck from your collarbone to your lips and whispers: "Did you really think you could get away with it…?". Be prepared. He's going to fuck the life out of you.

Eventually, he'd wear a patch to cover his hickey, nobody should see it.

Crocodile

he doesn't realize you made a hickey on his neck until he looks at himself in the mirror

he touches his bruise, probably last night was too involved with you in bed that he can't even remember when you made that hickey

he's not upset, he likes how you show him all your love in that way, but now that he sees it is turned on again

suddenly he grabs your arm as his eyes are fixed on you

"What's this?" he says pointing at his hickey. You try to answer but he closes your mouth with a sudden kiss, his mouth craving yours as his hands are all over your body. You respond to his kiss as your tongues meet. "Guess someone is asking for more, didn't I satisfy you last night?" a soft grin appears on his face. You can't help but blush hearing such lewd things.

In less than a minute he's carrying you to the bedroom.

Smoker

he becomes a blushing mess as he feels you making a hickey on his neck, he didn't expect you to do such a thing

Smoker feels goosebumps all over his body as you do that, even though he seems such a strong and impassive marine he loses his mind when is with you

he doesn't care (for now) if you leave hickeys all over his body, he's too involved when you two are in bed to care

he can't control himself as he starts to kiss your neck so wildly

"Mhh love you taste so good…" he says as he starts to slightly bite your neck while licking it. His hands hold your body tight against his, as you tremble in excitement. You feel him leaving hickeys all over your body while fucking you so good that makes you lose your mind. "I'm not gonna hold back, love" he whispers, you grab his back almost digging your nails into his skin to keep up with his wild pace.

After that, he'd cover his hickey in every way possible, he's such a serious marine, nobody should see what his lover did to him in bed.

#one piece #crocodile one piece #one piece smoker #one piece doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #sir crocodile #smoker one piece #captain smoker #smoker op #smoker #one piece crocodile #crocodile x reader #crocodile #one piece fanfiction #one piece fandom #one piece x reader #nfsw text #nfsw mention #op anime #op x reader #op crocodile #op doflamingo #doflamingo x y/n

[lady-of-endless]

Amor Fati (Sir Crocodile x Reader)

(lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

Author's Notes: Italics=Flashback!!! Surprisingly, this has to be one of my favorite fics I ever written.

If you want to go for the full experience, you can listen to this song I used to write it on repeat: https://youtu.be/4cfeGqMGIa0?si=ABbfS4SqOqYj7qgb

Warnings: descriptions of physical injuries and pain (Croco is suffering a bit).

Tags/tropes: old flame, new old flame, reunion, distressed Croco - as I mentioned in the warnings.

It is believed that across an infinite span of time, everything repeats endlessly in your life. Some events are like relentless echoes, whispers that can accompany the present.

Sir Crocodile did not believe in such philosophy, not when for him the past stayed dead.

His inner brows were raised in boredom as he watched some thief being brought into his office by two of his men. This thief stole supplies from his syndicate's stock and it seemed just a minor headache he needed to get rid of. He puffed on his cigar, blowing out a dense cloud of smoke as he looked at the person in silence. The one that was interfering with his work was unfortunately tied up, sitting on a chair in front of Crocodile's desk, with a hood on their head. He made a sign to his men to leave him alone with the culprit.

Crocodile sighed and walked to the person, his words coming out naturally because of how many times he used them.

"You should have known better." He started in a low tone, grabbing the dark cloth and getting rid of the hood to see the face of the victim.

There weren't many times a man like him got speechless in front of someone. His eyes widened and his pulse quickened as he recognized your face.

"Oh dear..." The man heard you say in a shocked voice from a triggered flashback.

Crocodile was too vulnerable to dismiss you, too exhausted and broken from his battle with Whitebeard. He was stumbling through narrow streets at night when you found him like that. There was blood in one of his eyes making it hard to see clearly and some on his face and he couldn't understand why. The pain in his arm was dominating any other pain from other wounds he had. He didn't even want to look down at his body, not wanting to realize the damage.

A stranger rushed to help him. You offered him help, stitches, a bath, a place to stay for a while and sort his thoughts.

Days went by and you stayed by his side until he was healed enough and until you finally knew his name and he knew yours. Possibilities of silent bonding moments were always neglected by him as he faked sleeping whenever you would check his bandages and temperature. It seemed like healing took such a long time for him but he was not alone. You were the one he was shouting at when the pain from his phantom limb was unbearable, shouting and clinging to you tightly. You were the one to patch the scar from his face over and over again when he took off his bandages too early in an ardent wish to get rid of them.  Every day, you were trying to come up with ideas for a prosthetic for his left arm and every day you tried to be there for him.

So many times, you witnessed his wrath, not because of his scars but because of his failure.

There was denial, then anger - lots of it, understanding of his situation followed by despair. You never got to see him go through acceptance, he passed that as he started planning his next steps with a furious determination. He was blessed with ambition but poisoned with rage. You listened to his grand plans until it was late at night because he wasn't the one to open up so when it happened, you always listened closely. He denied it but he wanted to change for you, he wanted to show you and everyone that he can get powerful and wealthy.

All until one morning, when he was gone.

Not a goodbye note, not a thank you, not a clue of where he might go. Only his used bandages were left behind like damaged skin that had been shed by a reptile. And old skin of the man he was before those scars.

His eyes were now analyzing your face, trying to assess what changed about you and what stayed the same but you did the same. Crocodile scowled as your eyes woke up useless nostalgia and caution in him. He saw you looking at the scar from his face like you haven't seen it before so many times.

"Don't worry about it." You said once as you fixed the last strap of bandage from his face. "It will look good on you." You added with a reassuring smile.

Now a ghost of that old smile he remembered played on your lips.

"It does look good on you." You finally talked, tilting your head and studying him more.

Immediately after that, your eyes followed his left arm, down to where his hand was destroyed in the past. Your breath hitched as you noticed a golden hook. The sharp replacement looked heavy, you wondered if it caused him pain.

"Do not look at me with the pitiness from years ago." He said in a voice that was intentionally cold, knowing how his eyes probably softened at the sight of you after so many years.

He was standing tall before you like he tried to prove himself and his growth to you, something out of his character, something he never did nowadays.

"I'm not." You tried to lie and change the expression on your face. "Just worried."

Crocodile sighed at your care. He wished that this trait would disappear from you in time, but it did not. He lit up another thick cigar and his eyes lowered on the bindings from around you.

"I cannot say that I am glad to see you again. Not like this." He started, regarding you messing up by stealing from his allies without even knowing. "But I am pleased to see that you are still alive so I can finally pay my debt. With this being said, I will let this minor incident pass without consequences." He explained in a monotone voice as he moved closer to untie you even if he knew he should keep his distance to maintain his composure.

You waited patiently, not being able to take your eyes off him. Crocodile was taller, broader, and sophisticated, with a deep voice and a few fine expression lines on his forehead that made you curious. His slicked-back hair made you want to run a hand through it only to remember how it looked messy. He tried not to look at you as he bent down slightly but his eyes met your lips and the curve of your neck, his favorite spots he used to look at in the past to calm himself down.

"You started smoking." You blurted out as he leaned closer to untie the knot from your back and smoke from his cigar invaded your nostrils. His moves stopped for a moment in which he looked at her eyes from up close.

"You started stealing." He muttered narrowing his eyes. "From whom you should not, even." He said with a calm intensity.

"I had to." You responded firmly. "You never know when you stumble across an injured man that you need to share your supplies with." You retorted with mirth, never breaking eye contact.

You could have sworn that you caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face at your ironic answer.

After he freed you, Crocodile walked straight to a cabinet where he kept his liquor and prepared two glasses for them. He felt like he needed it after the reunion with a face from his past, a face he could not get back to, and maybe try to thank for everything.

"So...Who did I steal from more precisely?" You finally asked calmly breaking the silence. You wondered what he had become in all this time he went missing.

The image of you standing in front of him now slowly made Crocodile allow himself to bring back old memories he tried so hard not to recall.

Little by little, Crocodile started to list every plan from those he told you in the past, the difference being that now those were already successful. For a few moments, it felt the same as it was years ago as you listened to him. As much as he changed, there still was a certain dangerous gleam in his eyes when he talked about his goals with you that remained the same. While he was narrating most of the horrible things he did to get where he was there, the sun was slowly setting in the desert, seen from the window behind him. Crocodile even went further and subtly conjured fine grains of sand around himself to show you the ability he has. You thought about how he truly looked like a Desert King.

The two of you, who seemed like you had never met before because of how much you have changed but yet somehow recognized each other at your very core, looked into each other's eyes and felt a sense of eternal recurrence.

You listened to everything he said, sipping his fancy alcohol and clinging to the nostalgia while he clung to the possibilities of this reunion. 

Perhaps it was a chance to start over and do things right this time, but it also meant a chance to repeat his mistakes all over again.

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[heavenlyeros]

i am so excited about these marbled creatures ! when i am overwhelmed i find it very soothing to rub something shaped and textured with my finger, so i designed these lil fellas exactly for that. the marbling comes from the clay so the colours won't get scratched away, and they're varnished semi glossy for a smooth feel. they're just the right amount of sensory input to help me focus and feel more grounded, without being too much and adding to the overstimulation.

these are croco, sheepy, and moo ! i would love to know which is your favourite (╹ᵕ╹✿)

#fimo #sculpture #crocodile #sheep #cow #animal art #stim toys #autism #the neurodivergent urge to pet something at all times #polymer clay #polymer clay artist

[merbear25]

Hello again, sweetheart! Congratulations on your followers and the attention your amazing writing gets, I can't wait for it to be even more appreciated 💕 Thank you for all the sweet interactions as well!

For the request, can I get Corazon and Croco + walking in on fem!reader? Or them walking in on the reader if it's easier for you. Please take your time and thank you for everything 💕

Hello beautiful person! Thank you so much for the ask and kind words 💜 Since you told me in DMs you want to change Croco to Doffy, your wish is my command! I hope you like it 🥰

NSFW below the cut! MDNI!!

Corazon walking in on a fem!reader

After being put through hell that day, you wanted to set aside some time for yourself—soaking in a bubble bath. The steam rising from the water was helping your muscles to relax as you eased your way down, further submerging yourself in it.

Reflecting on your most recent mission, Rosinante found his way into your thoughts. In spite of his clumsiness, you found him endearing. Chuckling to yourself at the shenanigans he'd find himself in, and incidentally, adding more work for the rest of the family, the humorous moments shifted to those of a more sensual manner. You wished you could hear his voice more often; he always chose his words carefully and his voice carried a gentleness that you'd never encountered before.

Letting your hand wander to your anticipating clit, you set your lustful fantasies of him run free. In doing this, you through caution to the wind—completely ignoring any outside threat. Skillfully working yourself to climax, you could feel the build up about to be released.

Getting carried away in your current endeavors, you hadn't heard the door open; it was only when you opened your heavy eyelids to see a wide-eyed Rosinante staring at you, mouth agape, and leaving the door wide open.

Panicking, you shouted for him to shut it. He did so but with him inside the room with you. He quickly snapped his fingers to encase the two of you in 'silence'. Frantically apologizing, face turning redder the longer he stood in front of you, he still had yet to look away from your vulnerable body.

When the initial shock subsided, he began shifting his stance, which brought your attention to the lust bulging between his legs.

You weren't conscious of this, but your knees seperated from the sight of his yearning to be intimate.

Keeping his gaze on you, he skeptically motioned towards you—wanting to give you the chance to deny him if you so wished. Your body was warmed up for him, and with this, you nodded for him to come closer.

Kneeling down at the side of the tub, he was sure to focus on you before unzipping his jeans. Immediately going in for a deep kiss, his lips held onto yours with each motion. Reaching up to your chest, he cupped at your perked breast, rolling your nipple in between his finger tips.

Arching your back, you were signalling to him that you needed more from him. Ripping his shirt off, he then plunged his hand into the water, finding your needy cunt with ease. You attempted to choke back your mewls, but he reminded you of the silencing field he'd put up, "I want to hear each and every one of your pretty moans."

It wasn't long before he had you crying out his name when you reached your limit. Panting from the wave that'd just rushed over you, he placed another gentle kiss on your forehead.

Pawing at his chest, you wanted to return the favor.

Doflamingo walking in on a fem!reader

How could he say such things to you? You'd been nothing but loyal to him and this whole joke of a family. Throwing yourself down on the sofa, your rage was far from disapating; you were rilled up and in search of some sort of release—any kind.

Even though you loathed him in the moment, your hatred for him was often overshadowed by your want to be under him. Having him show any kind of gratitude towards you was what you'd been after all along.

Your chest rose and fell more quickly as the shift in your emotions were giving you whiplash. Frustration still running deep, you acted on your urges: lifting up your skirt and sliding your fingers over the wet patch that'd already formed.

Imagining him telling you how well you'd been doing, brought on an undertone of sadness. However, you ignored it and focused on how he'd reward you if he ever woke up to the fact you were one of his most powerful members.

Allowing yourself to finally melt into your touch, you were startled by a low laugh. Pulling your skirt back down, you turned to see Doflamingo, who was wearing a devilish grin.

"Don't stop on my account. You looked like you were really getting into it," he threw in while taking a seat across from you in the armchair. "Go on then. Show me what I've been missing out on."

Obeying him, you continued performing your sinful act. He leaned back to enjoy the show you were putting on. Hearing the shameful noises coming from your soaked pussy made him lick his lips with hunger.

Watching him behave in such a predatory manner made your hips buck to the rhythm you were playing on your starved slit.

You could feel yourself approaching the end, your breath hitched at your conflicting emotions jerking you in different directions.

"Stop," he ordered.

Trying to catch your breath, you looked at him with a pain on your face, "What?"

"That's enough. Stop." His sly smirk hadn't changed.

Getting up in protest, not only for what'd just been playing out, but for all of the other misfortunes he'd put you through all came flooding to you at once.

You'd barely left the cushions before he was on top of you, forcing you into a mating press. "Good workers only get their reward if they learn to obey their superiors," ending this with a slimy lick along your throat and cheek.

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[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

All righty

Ethan Winters Yuu-Except being a hybrid of mold there a hybrid of blot.They survive shit they weren't supposed ,lived through being burned, ripped up by leaves,and water blasted with the force of a power washer.

How Ethan got his heart ripped out by Mother Miranda.Yuu has there heart ripped or pierced either by lida or malleus.lida probably, then after doing a test finding out Yuu is more blot then human.

"Get up your journey's not done yet.You are still needed."

After Grim's overblot is defected they are fill with a sense of relief "It's over everyone's fine,we won,we won. Grim is breatheing.Its over"

Think of that scene of Ethan handing off rose but it's grim to Ace and Decue.This is when you body breaks apart,well Yuu just laughing saying, "We won boys come on,we won it's over".

Ace and Decue are just holding you ,well you body breaks apart in to blot or ashe.There will be no funeral to attend because there will be no body.The only thing left of them is the black and white tie of there unform.

Yuu died with a smile on your face. Completed what you where brought here to do.Like a true hero.

"The Aftermath"- Yuu is Dead

Soooo I kinda got carried away… This is after Yuu dies as i feel it would be much more angsty... Can be interpreted as suicide. Ortho is with the first year squad and admires Yuu as a sibling/parent. Gender Neutral.

There was a storm over the entirety of the Sage Isles since last week, courtesy of Malleus’ foul mood. No one could blame him though, for he was mourning his only friend. Everyone felt the impact of Yuu’s… disappearance as some called it, too afraid to call it as it was— death. There was nobody found, so how could they be so sure Yuu died?

They were lost, poofed back to their own world, alive and well— an idea Crowley even encouraged, he couldn’t handle the guilt. It leads to a lot of tension between certain groups of friends. Disgusted about the events that transpired. If Crowley was just a bit more competent…

"I hope Yuu is okay back home” “For the last time Kalim— They. Are. Dead."

“Even I thought you were more mature than that, Floyd, they’re gone.”

“In all of my years of living, I have seen people come and go, yet the pain of losing someone stays the same.”

“Yuu still isn’t back huh?”

Survivors' guilt was rampant. If only I were stronger, a certain wolf thinks to himself. If only I was more supportive, another duo agree. If only I listened for once, a croco-fae cries. If only I predicted this, a bot calculates. If only I was a real man, a farmer mourns. If only I were less greedy, the octopus sighs, curling away. If only I wasn’t so closed off, a servant huffs. If only I was kinder, the lion concludes. If only I wasn’t so vain, the queen mumbles. If only I tried to see things from their perspective a rose groans. If only I was braver, a fiery figure lamented. If only I was there, a dragon grieved. If only I didn’t— a housecat cuts himself off.

Ramshackle was duller than ever. A few students leave offerings and gifts on their doorstep. No one dares to touch them. Friends going inside to help clean. Even Jack found himself wandering into Yuu’s room, remembering how barren it is. Nothing to call their own. They never had a single personal item that they could claim as theirs. Nothing to remember them by. Ace finds himself laying on Yuu’s bed, remembering when he first slept over

Sebek struggles to walk through the door. Epel can only sit in the living room with his memory of the camp that was held here. Deuce can only pace around the dusty house, trying to tidy here and there. Yuu’s death hasn’t truly hit him yet, it hasn’t really sunk in for anyone yet, actually— judging by the fact Ortho is still calculating the possibilities of Yuu being alive that is.

Grim can’t even stand being in Ramshackle anymore. He sleeps in Ace and Deuce’s shared room, on the tie they left behind. He refuses to wash it in fear it will lose Yuu’s scent. May god have mercy on the first person to try and touch it. No one really knows what to do…

Sam gave away many free items to students so they can also make offerings. It’s the least he could do for the little imp. Vargas couldn’t push his students to do their best in P.E, he couldn’t blame them, even he has lost some motivation. Perhaps he should start a self-defense routine to teach students. Vargas remembers the many bruises and wounds on Yuu’s body from their many fights.

Trein was also much more light in his lectures. The loss of Yuu was heavy on his heart. He saw them as another child of his and even told his daughters about them. He remembered how they wrote about wanting to meet their honorary sibling. What was he going to tell them? He couldn’t save the only other addition he had to his family. It was like losing his beloved all over again. 

Crewel was distraught. Yuu was his pup, you know? Yuu was one of the most responsible and kind students there were on this campus. They always went out of their way to help everyone. They were roped into everything. Yet they studied hard and always did the best in class. He often found himself left with them or working with them. He remembers draping his coat over Yuu when they fell asleep in his classroom after they passed out from exhaustion from their hard work. A domestic moment he hoped to have more of. They didn’t have parents right? Crewel never fancied himself a father figure but...

At least Yuu will hopefully rest easy knowing that there are no more blots causing issues.

A few more weeks passed, and many more went to leave an offering at the graveyards around Ramshackle. The first years have all decided to go visit Ramshackle together, hoping it could help with the mourning process. The whole way Ortho held Grim and buried his face in his fur to dry his tears. Jack held the child’s hand as they approached the dorm.

The solemn atmosphere between the group turned to shock when they see the state of the dorm. Run down and being torn apart. Crowley stood in front of the dorm as many sports club members helped to prepare for demolition. 

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS CROWLEY?! THIS IS YUU’S DORM!” Crowley paused, the usual eccentric headmage now solemn. He turned around to face the young men, all of them in states of anger and shock.

“I am well aware of that, young Zigvolt. However, since this dorm is no longer in use there is no need to keep it around. It was costing too much in maintenance anyways.”

The crew’s eyes widened, Ortho shook his head in disbelief. “What in tha hell?!” “You can’t just destroy it!” Deuce sputters out in shock. Ace nodded in agreement, brows knit together. “Yeah, Deuce is right! There’s so many memories in here. Ones with Yuu—“

“Which is precisely why it must be destroyed.” Crowley retorts, his voice leaving no room for debate. “No one can bear to be around that dorm anymore.”

Ortho sobbed, “Y-you can't just do that! I won’t let you. They’re like my big bro! This is all I have left of them!” “I’m sorry Ortho, but it must be that way.” Jack tsked “So is that how’re your gonna be headmage.” You could practically see the disgust in Jack's eyes. A vein was threatening to burst out of Epel's head, Sebek looked on with a mix of pure shock and rage.

Deuce tried to hold back his delinquent side as he held onto Ortho to soothe the child, allowing the boy to hold onto his blazer and sob. Ortho allowed himself to let go of Jack's hand. Ace was so close to just going up and punching Crowley, the same way he did to Riddle. Until...

Grim piped up. “W-well now that Yuu is gone, I can be housewarden now! You can’t just destroy my dorm!” “If you remember what I said at the beginning of the year, you and Yuu were only half of a student. Now that they are gone, you can no longer attend Night Raven College.” “NYANI?!” “If you all want something from the dorm, get it now before it is completely scrapped.”

“So you’re kicking Grim out now too?!” barked the redhead, absolute disbelief dripping out of his words. “Yes,” Crowley replied, coldly, cruelly. It was off-putting. “If it wasn’t for him, Yuu would still be here, wouldn’t they?”

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