#Disney Sykes

[slashingdisneypasta]

Fuck, Marry, Kill?

Comment with or Reblog with your answers! And also why, if you want! 😁😏

[kissentz]

If you still draw those expression- and palette-requests... how about Sykes with expression 3C and palette 1C? :)

here you go! such a nice choise of color palette, pastel sykes it's what everyone needed xDD

oh sykes... i was in love with him since 2014 and honestly this dude can make mess of me by just looking at me

[lyxchee-art]

Idk if I did this accurately

[seaslugfanclub]

Maleficent : Bitch give me a fry

(Y/N): Is that how you ask?

Maleficent : Bitch please give me a fry

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Hades: When talking to (Y/N), remember to keep it light and casual. Use our conversation starters if you get in trouble.

Hook: Light and casual, got it.

*5 minutes into at date with (Y/N)*

Hook: IM GOING INTO LABOR

*Jafar watching from the bushes*: He’s pulling the pregnancy card THIS EARLY?!

*Hades watching through binoculars next to Jafar*: If he U-turns the conversation back to cardboard manufacturing we might clutch this

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The other villains: BEHOLD! The town goth has left their house!

(Y/N): Bring me the country music loving farm boy

Alameda: NO! NO NO YALL LET ME GO

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Gothel: Can’t a poor woman like me ever have a little fun?

(Y/N): Yeah, everyone likes to have fun.

Gothel: You like to have fun too~?

(Y/N): I mean—you’re asking about me? I mean, yeah I like too~

Gothel: Oh, yeah~?

(Y/N), annoyed: I already said yes.

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(Y/N): I have 3 dollars and 24 cents. Do something to me

Maleficent: *spits on them*

(Y/N): I love you. I wanna take you away from all of this

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Bill Sykes: They hate to see a bad bitch from New Jersey win

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

They feel like brothers to me alright

....

|Bonus pets content|

We have:

Ratigan as the middle one, even if everyone is sure that he was the absolute first to pop out...how even old is this man? This is truly a mystery. He has a love-hate relationship with the younger brother, even if, in case the aforementioned brother would be in need help, no force would be strong enough to stop Ratigan to be there for him.

We have Sykes that's supposedly the oldest. Short tempered, always comes with hands with the middle one, '...too much, too much plotting, plotting, plotting! Chitter chattering-!' But still, he has a lot of respect for his brilliant mind.

Then John-! Well. He's the youngest. The ray of sunshine. The untouchable. Even Ratigan never pulled his hairs when was little. John has to be the responsible braincell. He's the mediator between his oldest brothers.

When the three of them are together, two full hours cannot pass, without a grumbling or complaining. But at the end of the day, they all had cooked, eaten, and tidied up the kitchen; the house is- maybe overly eccentric in some corners- but clean, and the bills at the end of the month payed and archived.

(But wait! There's more)

[whimsi-clown]

I could not stop the voices from taking over and making this

... I'm feeling thirsty all of a sudden...

(Fanart is based on this fanfic by @seaslugfanclub)

[prntrink]

Sykes and Captain Hook if they had Twitter

[kissentz]

i finally made edits with loan shark!mcleach and poacher!sykes

[seaslugfanclub]

Kool-aid Isn’t the Only Thing I’m Thirsty For

Happy 4th of July everyone!

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“Y’know my great grandfather was stationed in France?”

“No shit? My nephew was deployed there.”

“Yeah— Cant remember for the life of me what division he was in, but he was sent back to the states after he blew off most of his fingers.”

“Yeesh.. Makes me mighty glad I missed out on all o’ that! hey- make sure to keep flippin’! These need to be grilled correctly.”

“Don’t tell a man how to use his own grill…”

Sykes, Rourke, and Alameda hovered over the grill, Sykes in charge of the burgers as he shot the shit with the old commander and cow wrangler, a half-smoked cigar hanging from each of their mouths and a chilled beer bottle in hand.

It had been a while since Sykes had celebrated the 4th, but he had subtly dominated the command of the grill. And Rourke was more than happy to piss away time, puffing on his cigar as he talked about old war battles with the two other men.

The sun beat down on the men, who had stationed themselves in the old lot behind the main studio building, both Rourke and Sykes had exchanged their usually stiff outfits for their old wife-beaters. While Alameda wore a simple plaid button up. An old radio played classic yacht rock, sitting atop a splintering picnic table. And a cooler filled with drinks was placed beside the grill, a few spare wasps hovering around the yellowed plastic of the cooler.

“(Y/N)!!!” Sykes hollered, Rourke and Alameda flinching at the noise,

“How're you doing with the Kool-aid!?”

(Y/n) opened the door to the backyard, calling back, “Almost done!!!”

Closing the door, (Y/n) turned towards Medusa, who was finishing mixing the disgustingly sweet drink, limp cigarette between her lips

“Hey, don’t get any cigarette ash in it!” They whined.

“Oh please, I won't! At least the ash would cut back the sugar.” Medusa muttered, sweeping back her dangling American flag earrings.

(Y/n) nodded, pulling on the hem of their denim shorts that stuck to their sweaty skin. “Cool, Imma bring out the ketchup and shit, Facilier, do you wanna join us?”

Facilier, who was draped on the counter across from Medusa, top hat off and slightly fanning himself shrugged,

“Eh, I’m not too big on burgers Chére. And I’m pretty sure drinking even a small glass of that red monstrosity will put me in an early grave.”

“You sure? I brought some illegal fireworks that we’ll be setting off later? You could do the honors of lighting them?”

Facilier paused his fanning, “…Illegal you say? What kind?”

“Oh I’ve got; Snakes, sparklers, firecrackers, M80, black cats, Roman candles, screamin’ Mimi’s, ladyfingers, fuzz buttles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, crap flappers, whistling bungholes, spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honkey lighters, hoosker do’s, hoosker don’ts, cherry bombs, nipsa daisers with scooter stick, and whistling kitty chasers.” (Y/n) listed off with their fingers.

…

“….Well, I could never pass up a good ol’ Roman candle… sure. Just let me know when you bring ‘em out.”

(Y/n) laughed, nodding excitedly as they carried out all the condiments, paper plates, and napkins to the backyard, Medusa bustling beside them with the large pitcher of iced Kool-aid.

“I haven’t had a proper July 4th cookout since I was a girl! I still remember my ol’ mother and father screaming over the undercooked hot dogs… Oh, back when this country had proper domestic violence~” Medusa cooed, a nostalgic smile making her eyes squint.

The park attendant gave Medusa the side eye, brows furrowed before shaking their head, (Y/n)’s attention quickly turned towards the large men outside.

They tried not to blatantly stare at how tight Sykes beater was stretched around his chest, or how all of the men’s chest and arm hair were slicked with sweat, OR how an old anchor tattoo made itself known on Rourkes back whenever he flexed, OR OR how good Alameda looked taking a long puff his cigar.

…

“…Meat's back on the menu tonight…” (Y/n) thought to themselves, hoping that the heat could excuse their flushed face.

To break out of there thoughts, (Y/n) shouted to the group,

“Alright! Who’s ready to party!?”

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“What in god's name are they doing?” Hook muttered, watching through the window in morbid fascination as (Y/n) fanatically cheered on Facilier, who had begun to laugh maniacally as he shot off three Roman candles at once.

“Oh it’s that silly American holiday, today. The one where they dress up is garish clothing and raise their cholesterol.” Cruella hisses, already feeling a headache coming on. “I tell you those Americans eat like they have free healthcare..”

“Ugh, a wretched holiday for a wretched country, the traitors..” Governor Ratcliffe sneered.

“Oh, now look at that—” Hook pointed out,

From the backyard, Rourke hands (Y/n) what seems to be a small, multicolored bazooka, a wicked grin on his face as he helps them light the rocket's fuse.

Rourke ruffled their hair, stepping back a few paces to join Sykes and Slim’s side, watching proudly as (Y/n) braces and aimed the rocket towards the sky, shooting a fiery ball high up into the night air, which promptly exploded into a burning flower of sparkles. The firework joking one of many across the dark sky.

“USA! USA! USA! USA!”

…

“…I bet 30 dollars one of them is losing a finger tonight.” Clayton speaks up amongst the crowd of villains watching from inside.

“Aye, make that 50.”

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Just wanted to write a little blurb celebrating the 4th of July! I realized just how little American villains the Disney cannon has, and I wanted an excuse to thirst over Rourke and Sykes in old wife- beaters grilling me a burger🤤.

(ALSO DISCLAIMER!! This was merely written for fun. I love America and I love the beautiful nature it has, but I don’t love the American government.

This was not written with any political intention, only thirst for old men and Kool—aid.)

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Oh no Padraic, from the Bi-Queer Polycule-d family member you instantly deyassificated into the cringe uncle

This wholly started from this drawing

Also i must say the second panel came to my mind after that scene from Ice Age with Manny menacingly asking Sid to pooopy check the baby

[prntrink]

this is the whole movie

[superdogbiter]

Say in the tags if any of these deaths gave you nightmares as a kid

[kissentz]

GOD I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!!

i apologize for taking so long with this art. exams messed me up and my “awsome” idea to draw each character in a certain technique really slowed down the process of creating this art. but i don't regret it at all and i think it turned out okay

thanks to everyone who suggested their characters!

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

"Everything stays, right where you've left it Everything stays, but it still changes Ever so slightly, daily and nightly In little ways When everything stays"

Warm up sketch with the brothers after a long time without touching a single art utensil. (yayahoooo)

I like to imagine that Sykes and Ratigan when toddlers used to get along a bit better, but then eventually distancing from eachother in the later years after too many discrepancies.

EDIT: Added bonus tenderly (kinda?) moment

[slashingdisneypasta]

Bill Sykes x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You convince Daddy Mafia Boss to take a uhhh... 'swim' with you 🩱

Warnings: Smut. Pool sex (private inside pool). Use of 'daddy'. Sykes has some body issues and doesn't believe you when you say he's hot as fuck. Little bit of degradation. Unedited.

"I didn't know you had a pool!"

Goddamnit. As soon as Y/N's form comes back into the hallway where Sykes was waiting for her groaning about her discovery he feels the dread begin to build. He was hoping she'd never notice, quite honestly.

Nevertheless he gives a chuckle, shaking his head and taking his new lovers hand when she scoops his up in hers again; returning to his side. "Yeah. Well, let's keep going. Get your ice cream from the kitchen- "

When Sykes tries to keep on going and show you to the kitchen, the reason he was away from his desk in the first place (you couldn't find your way around his mansion on your own, yet. And he couldn't deny you.), you stop in your tracks and halt you both. When he looks back, you give a pout. "Come on- let's take a swim!"

"Baby... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" You ask, totally oblivious to any possible reason- which makes sense, he supposes. You dont got nothin' to worry about... not with a body like that. While you continue to make your proposition, you begin to unbutton your top. "We're alone, daddy, and I got you away from your work already... why don't we take advantage of that?"

"We can do that in the bedroom, sweetheart."

"Yeah... but this is a pool!" You insist, a smile slipping across your face that just kills hkm- you're too damn pretty. How's he supposed to tell you you cant have something you want?? Jesus fucking christ- "It'll be so fun. Trust me- come on! Please? I promise, I'll make it worth your while~ "

... fuck.

~

Your little hands undress yourself one article at a time inside the pool room, light from the water flickering across your perfect body, then turn on him: your eyes laving over him with a little satisfied smirk on your lips. "... your turn, big daddy."

"Heh heh," Bill raises his h u g e hands up in surrender. "No, I don't think so princess. I'll just sit back here and watch you have fun."

"I can't have fun without you, daddy!" You insist, stepping up to him and gently smoothing your hands up his broad chest towards his tie before he can back up towards a chair. "I need you... "

When you turn those soft, begging eyes up on him he breaks; sighing heavily with a frustrated look in his face. "Fine... "

"Yay!"

Before he can change his mind, you get to work removing his clothes. You start with his tie, then unbutton his shirt revealing a thin white undershirt. With greedy hands and a cheeky grin, you feel up his chest and his tummy, spreading your hands in under his blazer and button-up around his sides... feeling he's so warm and so soft... you give a sigh. "Damn, daddy, you're something... "

He grunts back, not even watching you; not seeing the lusty greedy horny look on your face. He's looking away, seemingly aloof except for his tight and pent-up muscles givong him away, wishing he had a cigarette more then anything.

You continue on after a good few moments feeling your meaty, perfect daddy mafia boss. After slipping the blazer and the button-up up off his boulder-shoulders, you pull up his under shirt until you can't reach anymore, and have him lift it off himself the rest of the way. Immediately you give a big grin, finally having him shirtless for the first time since you started your relationship 2 months ago. "Ah! You're so hot!"

This time he just rolls his eyes. You're real cute, even your lies.

Now his pants. Your delighted grin turns into a pervy smirk, flicking his button undone and pushing the waistband down over his hips until he can simple step out of them. Then, well, you can't help yourself, you trace your knuckles over the clear and heavy outline of his thick monster cock. You can't wait to have it inside you!...

"Okay, almost done, gorgeous... " Your eyes glide up over his body to Bill's face looking partly annoyed, partly aroused. Mostly Impatient at your teasing. "Is that thing heated?" You ask with a thumb pointed behind you towards the pool.

"'Course it is."

~

10 minutes later you're in the pool with your back against the edge, kissing slowly, your legs wrapped around Bill's thick hips and his cock throbbing against your core and your stomach. Every time you move your hips, giving the occasional gentle grind against him as your tongue works in his mouth, it sends a delicious spark of pleasure through you both. Your perfect little pussy felt beautiful against his cock- even if you were a pushy little liar, you sure made it worth his while. There was a reason he kept you around here. While you were here, he'd never need any other cunt.

The heated water, up to both your stomachs fills up every dent and crevice in your bodies, but nothing like Bill's cock when he finally thrusts it into you- making you gasp and forcing you to open up your mouth wider so he can take control of the kiss. A moan slips out of you then, and after that it's all you can do; take his cock and moan like a little sugar baby slut.

For a while that's how it goes on, Bill fucks you against the edge of the pool and its all you can do to follow the motions and keep your legs tight around him; keep him in close, keep him in deep.

"Thaats it,.. " He mutters huskily, encouraging you. "Good girl, baby, good girl."

As you get closer to your orgasm you get dirtier, more obsessed, more in love with him. You move forward against him and your lips glide over his chest while your hands touch all over his body; love handles and rolls are your favourite. When you squeeze his sides, Bill gives a groan, snaps, and starts pounding into you much harder so you cant touch him anymore; just lean back against the wall and take it. "Ah- "

"Fucken hell, Princess." Bill swears, his towering form bent over your body so he can speak directly into your ear. "Do you know what you're doin' to me???"

"I- I- I- " You can't respond, he's pounding you against the side of the pool too good, stretching you open so wide; water splashing over the edge and into the grates.

"No," He answers for you as your ties curl behind his back the fucking is so good. "No, ya don't. You're just a dumb little whore, right?"

"... yesss... " You whisper amid your moaning, rolling your hips against Bill's in responce to his fucking.

With that you come undone, squeezing his hips like a vice between your legs and his cock in your cunt, and leaning up to kiss him deeply again. As you ride out your orgasm, bouncing on his stiff cock, Bill comes as well- making you smirk into his mouth.

~

"Heheh," Bill chuckles that sinister chuckle of his with a shake of his head, about 10 minutes later when you've both gotten out and are towelling off/getting dressed. "Princess, that was something. You're a pretty good little actress- I almost fell for that crap."

"Wh- what crap??" You asked, tucking the end of your towel into the top so it stayed around you while you towel dried your hair with another. With the second towel on your head, you look baffled at your lover.

???

"You liking my body." Sykes tells you, simply. Overturning your entire world with his careless grin. "Thanks for pretending by the way sweetheart, I appreciated it."

"I- I wasn't pretending!"

"... uhuh."

"Bill, I- you're- you're hot."

"Enough."

"Bill."

He wants to sound stern?? You can sound stern, too. Levelling him with your eyes, you lower the towel backwards from your head like a hood, and raise a brow. "Do I have to fuck you again til you believe me??"

[prntrink]

They had an argument over the radio