#Victor the Crocodile

[inserthumanname]

Finally, IT'S DONE. When i heard that there was supposed to be an anti-Chaotix group but they only went as far as calling them the Orderix i was like "well don't mind if i do" and these guys are the result, maybe i'll do an individual page for each. Also that "D" gave me more trouble than a letter should have.

[major-knighton]

I am sad to announce that the Paris sewer crocodile, Éléonore, died last year after a very long life in Vannes Aquarium. She had been found in Victor Hugo's favorite location on March 7th, 1984, and had since been enjoying her peaceful life in Vannes

[moonbaby26]

Doflamingo’s Marine

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

(Doflamingo x Fem!Reader, NSFW) You were an overly ambitious young marine under Tsuru’s command. Without knowing, you had also caught the Heavenly Demon’s eye for quite a while before he finally made his move on you. His fascination with you borders on obsession, wanting your mind, body, and future as his own to control. Story begins eight years before Doflamingo’s defeat by Luffy.

This fic also includes Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader, and Doflamingo x Crocodile as exes/past relationships. Please see individual chapters for content warnings. Smut heavy, but with plot.

Chapter 1 - Basement Negotiations

Chapter 2 - Sabaody Shakedown

Chapter 3 - Lovers

Chapter 4 - Rainy Day Man

Chapter 5 - The Victor

Chapter 6 - An Invitation

Chapter 7 - The Nest

Chapter 8 - Two Conditions

Chapter 9 - Abduction

Chapter 10 - Black Swans

Chapter 11 - The Crane

Chapter 12 - Past Wounds

Chapter 13 - Sweet Nothings

Chapter 14 - Interference

Chapter 15 - New Day

Chapter 16 - Proposal

Chapter 17 - Before the Storm

Chapter 18 - The Best Laid Plans

Chapter 19 - Trust

Chapter 20 - Breeding Grounds

Other Fics Masterlist

[dark-fics-4-you]

In crocodile tears, would coryo pretend to be some hero or something when he gets reader some medical help or like calls for help for her because I know reader would have to go get some medical help for her injuries, like would he say he found her like that and just stays by her side and quietly whisper to her that he can and will get away with his crime and will do much worse to keep his goodboy™️ image up

Or would he just leave her there to let her think about what he said and what he's done and like kinda talks to someone else about his victory and then they walk back towards reader and find her all fucked out and traumatized and coryo just acts all surprised and asks the other person to go get help while he 'takes care' of her before like the authorities or like the ambulance and tells her to stay silent and to just play along so that he could find some way to fix his mess

And if he does find some way to frame someone else for what he did to reader, would reader's parents thank him over and over again and like pressure reader to invite him over or something (y'know just so that coryo can see how similarly they grew up or something, also how furious would he be if he found out that maybe reader is actually just 'better' than him)

Sorry this was kinda long and scrambled up but I've been thinking about crocodile tears all day and I'm geeking out over your fics omg 😭

Please don’t apologize for how long it is, I loooove detailed asks <333

Crocodile Tears drabble

cw: noncon oral m!recieving, noncon kissing, gaslighting, manipulation, physical abuse

I think Coriolanus would 100% try to play himself off as the hero. This is the same night that his mentee won the Hunger Games. Everyone is already celebrating him, and then he reports that he not only found Reader, but that he helped ward off her attacker??? He would eat that attention right the fuck up.

Of course before this happened he would set the record straight with you, maybe he’d do it while he was pushing his cock deep into the back of your throat. “You’re not going to- fuck- you’re not going to tell anyone that this happened, do you understand?”

You looked up at him through teary eyes as his hand wrapped around your throat, urging you to slide your lips up and down his length faster. He couldn’t contain his groans as he watched the saliva drip down the corners of your mouth as you sloppily took all of his cock.

His voice was breathy, and his eyes were fixed on watching you. A far cry from the classmate he had admired many times before tonight, now you looked a mess, lips puffy and eyes red and tear filled. Coriolanus loved how pathetic you looked now. He wondered if you would ever dare to talk back to him again.

“If you ever tell anyone about tonight or about what happened during the Games, I swear to god Y/N, I will fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to treat you as nice as I did tonight,” he sneered at you and your stomach turned at his threat.

For a moment, Coriolanus really wanted to cum all over your face. He imagined forcing you to leave the building with his sticky seed dripping down your face and tits, he wanted you to feel humiliated as you walked past all of your classmates.

He knew that the rumors would spread like wildfire, your reputation would be ruined. On top of your friends either witnessing it firsthand, all of your professors would find out no doubt.

However, much more appealing was the idea of Coriolanus coming to your aid, of him saving you from an unknown attacker. If the entire Academy already thought he was a victor, why stop now?

After he came down your throat and forced you to swallow it all, you were surprised when he hurriedly pulled your clothes back on to your limp body, before dressing himself as well.

You were still too dazed to protest when he pulled you up, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking towards the party.

You felt so out of it, and your memory after leaving the control room was spotty, but you remembered seeing concerned classmates and hearing Coriolanus explain that he had rescued you from an attacker and that you needed medical attention.

You also didn’t miss all of your classmates thank Coryo for saving you.

Don’t think for a second that he would leave your side, opting to ride in the ambulance with you, identifying himself as “Y/N’s boyfriend,” and holding your hand the entire way. The EMT’s thought he was whispering words of encouragement and that your panicked look was only due to your injuries and the trauma from the night, but it was actually because of the threats he was calmly hissing into your ear.

“Remember, you didn’t recognize the guy and you didn’t get a good look at him,” he raised an eyebrow and leered over you, ���right?”

You nodded, trying not to attract any attention.

“And you don’t even want to press charges, right?” He purred in your ear, hand snaking to the back of your neck and clamping down. You tensed when you felt him grip the back of you neck harder, trying to get a small reaction from you that only he would notice. “Better to just try to move past all of this.”

When you finally arrived at the hospital and got wheeled to a room, you were greeted by your parents immediately, who tearfully attempted to talk with you.

You had only just opened your mouth to speak when Coriolanus interrupted you, “I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, she’s not in any condition to be talking right now.”

“And just who the hell are you?” Your father demanded of the unfamiliar blond.

“I’m Coriolanus Snow, I saved your daughter tonight,” his head was held high and when he started recounting his twisted version of the events that had occurred tonight, only you could have spotted the devilish gleam in his eyes. “She’s lucky I got there when I did,” he concluded, “I just can’t imagine what might have happened to my Y/N…”

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘my Y/N?’” Your mother asked, looking up at Coriolanus incredulously.

“Well, I wish I was telling you under better circumstances, but,” he cleared his throat, pretending to be embarrassed, “Y/N and I have been dating since the day of our tribute assignments.”

When your parents immediately changed their tone and began heaping thanks and praises onto ‘your boyfriend,’ the man who had just raped you so brutally, he had sent you to the hospital, you felt like you could be sick, and the nausea swirling in your stomach had you reaching for the trash can by your bed and hurling the remains of what was left in your stomach into the bucket.

Coriolanus dotted on you, rubbing your back and whispering words of encouragement loud enough that your family could hear. His faux concern for you was so sickening, you would have thrown up again if you had anything left in your system.

You were in the hospital for 2 excruciating days, and several of your classmates came to visit, all of them bringing flowers or candy or other gifts, but you never got a moment alone with them because Coriolanus stayed by your side the entire time.

When your nosey peers asked you or Coriolanus to recount what had happened, Coriolanus would shut them down, insisting that neither of you wanted to talk about it for your sake.

And while it was true that you weren’t anywhere near being able to talk about what happened that night, that didn’t mean that you wanted him literally at your bedside and never leaving you alone with anyone, not even your family.

If they asked for time alone with you, his grip on your hand would tighten and you knew you had no choice but to tell them that you wanted him to stay in your room, “Mother, I- I just want him here right now, I would feel too anxious if he left.”

They always obliged, never forgetting to thank Coriolanus any chance they got, and by the time you were discharged and you thought you were finally going to have a moment alone to breathe, you were feeling more than ready for some space away from the horrible man.

However, to your horror, you realized that your family had taken what you had said in the hospital after being coerced by Coriolanus too literally.

When he followed you to the car, you thought he was just saying goodbye until he climbed into the backseat with you and you gawked at him before looking over at your parents.

“Oh yeah, we forgot to mention,” your mother warmly replied, “Coriolanus offered to come to our apartment for a few days to help take care of you. We figured it would be good, considering how much he helps your anxiety.”

You felt your stomach drop, a pit of anger and disappointment blossomed in your gut and it took everything in you to force yourself to smile and thank your parents.

Coriolanus’ hand squeezed yours and you tried your best not to cry.

After you arrived at the apartment, Coriolanus helped you out of the car, making you lean on him for support as he helped you to the entrance to the building.

The blond was taken aback by the street you lived on. It was just a couple blocks away from his, and he had walked past these apartments many times, completely unaware that you lived here. It was a modest apartment building, honestly not much better than the one Coriolanus lived in.

But how could this be? Wasn’t your family wealthy at least? As he made his way up the stairs, supporting your weight as you leaned against him with his arm firm around your waist, he couldn’t help but compare all of the similarities to his own apartment.

Hell, if anything your apartment may have been a tad smaller than the Snow’s, although yours was much tidier.

It was around dinnertime when you had arrived and you had just wanted to take a nap before eating, but instead you were treated to some excruciating alone time with Coriolanus, during which he lay in your bed next to you, holding your stiff, nervous body close to him and running his hands over the goosebumps that decorated your skin. Your breath caught every time he paused over one of the bruises that he had left on you, and you winced when he would press the pads of his fingers onto them, silently threatening you.

It felt surreal laying in your bedroom, the place that was supposed to be your safe space, with Coriolanus, knowing that he could overpower you and fuck you at any moment if he wanted. And that fear was exactly why you didn’t try to get away.

You winced when his soft lips came to your bruised neck and he kissed and sucked at the tender skin. The way he had one of your hands pinned, fingers digging in to your sore wrist, reminded you of the first night he assaulted you and you tried to blink away the tears forming in your eyes as panic rose in your chest.

“Relax, Y/N,” Coriolanus whispered against your throat between sloppily nipping at your skin. “I’m not going to do anything to you tonight, baby. Gonna wait till you’re all healed up so you can feel every fucking inch of my cock dragging along your walls.”

You let out a quiet sound at his words, but it was hard to tell if it was a sob or a moan and Coriolanus felt his cock throbbing against the material of his pants.

“Although,” he thought aloud, looking down on you and admiring your pretty, plump lips, which were glistening, wet with a mix of saliva and your tears, “maybe I should give you a reminder of what I could do to you if you decided to feel brave and blab about that night, hm?”

You fearfully shook your head and you were about to protest when your mother knocked on your door, letting you know that dinner was ready.

You looked to Coriolanus and he nodded with annoyance after a few moments of hesitation, allowing you to respond, “Okay! Thank you, we’ll be there in a minute.”

He sighed in frustration but got up and began pulling his shirt back on before he glanced over at your teary eyes and messy hair.

“Clean yourself up in the bathroom, you look pathetic,” he ordered and you ran some cold water on your face to try to make the puffiness go down.

When he was satisfied with your appearance, you dressed, trying to swallow your discomfort before you left the room, but when you sat down at the table with your parents for dinner, you still couldn’t believe how it felt to be eating family dinner with that man.

As Coriolanus regaled your parents with stories from the Academy and lies about how you had started dating, you realized that tears had begun falling past your waterline again.

And no one at the table noticed or said anything about it.

[komsomolka]

In your esteemed opinion, is Mikhail Bulgakov actually a good writer or is he more in the Orwell end of the spectrum: popular for anti-soviet sentiment (despite clear disdain for women and working class) his works are heavy on?

Bulgakov was definitely a talented writer so much so that he was tolerated by Soviet power despite reactionary character of his works and even sometimes was (sort of) defended by such people as Gorky and Stalin (their pet liberal of sorts😅).

Gorky: Bulgakov is not my brother [...] I have not the slightest desire to defend him. But – he is a talented writer, and we don’t have many of those. There is no point in making “martyrs for an idea” out of them. The enemy must either be destroyed or re-educated. In this case, I am for re-education. (Further in the letter Gorky says Bulgakov wants to contact Stalin personally to ask for help with stable employment. Bulgakov later got a place in Moscow Art Theatre).

Stalin: Of course, it is very easy to "criticize" and demand a ban on non-proletarian literature. But the easiest thing cannot be considered the best. The point is not a ban, but step by step to force old and new non-proletarian trash off the stage in a competition, by creating real, interesting, artistic plays of a Soviet character that can replace it. And competition is a big and serious matter, because only in a competitive environment can we achieve the formation and crystallization of our proletarian fiction. As for the play itself, "The Days of the Turbins" (Bulgakov's play), it is not so bad, because it does more good than harm. Do not forget that the main impression left on the viewer by this play is an impression favorable to the Bolsheviks: "if even people like the Turbins are forced to lay down their arms and submit to the will of the people, admitting their cause is finally lost, it means that the Bolsheviks are invincible, nothing can be done with them, the Bolsheviks". "The Days of the Turbins" is a demonstration of the all-crushing power of Bolshevism. Of course, the author is in no way “guilty” of this demonstration. But what does that matter to us?

Bulgakov was heavily censored, called for questioning by authorities multiple times and struggled a lot financially due to his bourgeoise and White sympathies while living in proletarian state. But isn't it the same for communist intellectuals in capitalist countries? So i personally don't cry crocodile tears over his suffering artist lifestory. Bulgakov works were accused of valorizing the Whites by Soviet literary critics (he was universally hated by them) which is true but as Stalin mentioned idealogically it was still net positive for Bolsheviks bc Bulgakovs works were pretty defeatist when it came to Bourgeoise class.

Interesting analysis of Bulgakov in Soviet Literary Encyclopedia released in 1930s: Bulgakov entered literature with the awareness of the death of his class and the need to adapt to a new life. Bulgakov comes to the conclusion: "Everything that happens, always happens as it should and only for the better." This fatalism is an excuse for those who changed milestones. Their rejection of the past is not cowardice and betrayal. It is dictated by the inexorable lessons of history. Reconciliation with the revolution was a betrayal of the perishing class' past. Intelligensia's reconciliation with Bolshevism, which in the past was not only by origin, but also ideologically connected with the defeated classes, the statements of this intelligentsia not only about its loyalty, but also about its readiness to build together with the Bolsheviks - could be interpreted as sycophancy. With the novel "The White Guard" Bulgakov rejected this accusation of the White émigrés and declared: the change of milestones is not a capitulation to the physical winner, but a recognition of the moral superiority of the victors. The novel "The White Guard" for Bulgakov is not only a reconciliation with reality, but also self-justification. A forced reconciliation. Bulgakov came to it through the cruel defeat of his class. Therefore, there is no joy from the knowledge that the bastards have been defeated, no faith in the creativity of the victorious people. This determined his artistic perception of the winner (i.e. Proletariat/USSR/Bolsheviks).

[deathbyclown]

Voyeur, Part 2 of 2 Pairing: Crocodile/Buggy/Mihawk Rating: Explicit Words: 8000

Summary: Crocodile gets confronted and, despite his best efforts, gets what he wants.

Notes: phew! writing a threesome is complicated haha! I think this comes across as rather crochawk heavy in some parts, so hopefully that's something you'll enjoy. But don't worry, there's also some good crocbug moments too!

Voyeur- Part 1

AO3 Link to Part 2 

Crocodile was in a bad mood for the rest of the evening. Even after he cleaned up and changed his clothes he could still feel something clinging to his skin. He had a hard time focusing, trying to throw himself into work, doing his best to forge the signatures for that accursed treaty. Anytime he paused for too long he was inundated with images of Buggy and Mihawk; naked, pleasure on their faces, blissfully unaware of him. He growled in frustration and threw his paperweight across the room. It smacked into one of the walls, lodging itself there.  

FUCK. Another thing to fix. 

He stood as if he was going to take care of it now and then sat down, deciding it was too much trouble to deal with. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face, keeping his hand over his eyes. His mind was swirling with so many thoughts and emotions, all of them confusing and frustrating; He was embarrassed, pissed off at himself, at Buggy, at Mihawk, jealous and longing for something he didn’t have. It felt like betrayal, seeing the two of them together like that, but by any logical measurement, it wasn’t. So he sat there, smoking and brooding, doing his best to keep the images from his mind, but they clung to him, clawed at him from behind his eyes. He had to pretend he didn’t see what he saw. Otherwise, the next few meetings were going to be terribly awkward. 

This proved to be true the next morning when Crocodile met his ‘business partners’ for their Monday meeting. Crocodile had been plagued by thoughts of Mihawk and Buggy all night, sleeping restlessly, waking up sweaty and erect. He refused to touch himself, his pride, the shame of it, kept himself at bay. He’d settle back down then wake again after having very arousing nightmares; eyes on him, mocking smiles, hands gripping him, dragging their nails down his skin, squeezing and touching him everywhere except where he wanted it. After hours of struggling, he gave in and finally jerked off, feeling some relief, enough to get some uninterrupted sleep. He got a good thirty minutes of peaceful sleep before his alarm went off. The alarm clock was broken now, smashed to bits...another thing he had to fix. 

He arrived to the meeting exhausted, freshly washed, but barely put together, feeling like he was on the edge of snapping. Buggy hadn’t noticed Crocodile’s terrible mood or chose to ignore it, chatting him up. He usually only did this whenever he did something that would not please Crocodile and was trying to distract him. His lips pulled into a snarl and he was ready to wring Buggy's neck but Mihawk caught his eye. The swordsman gave him a once over and the small smirk on his lips put Crocodile on edge the entire time. Mihawk didn’t say a single word to him, but he knew. He knew that Mihawk knew. Buggy seemed ignorant to all this, chattering and being annoying, interrupting and blustering and bragging, trying hard to make Crocodile or Mihawk laugh or smile. But to no avail, the two of them were engaged in a silent battle of wills, and Crocodile was doing his best to be the victor. 

By the time the meeting ended Crocodile had subtly smoked through four cigars and had unsubtly broken out into a sweat. He was eager to get out of this room, the feeling of Mihawk’s perceptive gaze burning him. He stood to leave, taking a few steps but Mihawk cut him off, standing in front of him with his arms crossed, his face impassive. 

“What’s the matter, Croccy? Too hot in here?” Buggy floated in front of him, giving him an impish smile, one of his gloved fingers poking at his slick forehead. 

Crocodile opened his mouth to tell Buggy off but then froze as he registered Buggy’s teasing tone, his knowing smirk. He bit down on his cigar, keeping his face as neutral as possible as he glanced between the two of them. What exactly was going on here? 

“I don’t think it’s the room that’s making him sweat.” Mihawk drawled, looking up at Crocodile, his eyes sharp, making him feel exposed. How did he do that? Crocodile was head and shoulders above Mihawk, but he felt like the small one. 

“You’re right, Hawks, it’s probably us.” Buggy slid his hands over Crocodile’s shoulders, resting his chin there. 

Crocodile felt like he couldn’t move. He fell into a trap somehow. Did Buggy know the whole time? He didn’t want to stick around to find out. He needed to leave and pretend like this never happened. He did his best to act normal, but all his panicked brain could think was that he needed to move. 

“Just the heat.” Crocodile gruffed, trying to shove Buggy off with his hook, but he held on, his grin obvious from the corner of his eye. 

“Not your guilty conscious?” Mihawk remarked, tilting his head in question. 

Crocodile clenched his jaw and didn’t say a word. Shit. They definitely knew. 

“Because I know someone was outside of Buggy’s tent yesterday, watching us, and I’m certain it was you. Not many leave footprints as big as yours, nor half-smoked cigars as fragrant.” 

He really didn’t try to cover his tracks at all did he? He used to be much better at this, at spying, at hiding his presence, his intentions. Being in Cross Guild was dulling his skills. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me I have other business to attend to.” Crocodile stepped around Mihawk and grabbed Buggy from his shoulder, tossing him away. He was nearly at the exit to the room when Mihawk made him pause, calling out to him, his voice, clear and strong, but far behind him, as if he hadn’t moved an inch. 

“Fine. But answer me this: did you like what you saw?” 

Crocodile stayed still. There was no way in hell he’d answer that. Crocodile remained silent, but felt bound by Mihawk’s stare, his attention. 

“Because if you did, we have a proposition for you.” 

What did that mean? He really didn’t want to have this discussion. He just wanted to keep his head down and act like nothing happened. Why was Mihawk poking and prodding like this? 

Crocodile heard the swordsman sigh and he spoke up once more. 

“If Buggy and myself were to stop by your room around, say, ten o’clock tonight, would you turn us away?” 

Crocodile’s heart fluttered in his chest, and he spoke without thinking. 

“And why would you stop by so late?” Crocodile spoke above a whisper, his voice low. 

“I think you know exactly why.” Mihawk paused and Crocodile was about to deny him but he continued. “But since you’re being obtuse about this whole thing I’ll spell it out for you, we are asking you-” 

“FOR A THREESOME!!” Buggy cut in enthusiastically. 

Crocodile’s heart leapt into his throat and he whipped around, glancing between Mihawk and Buggy, who had his arms wrapped around Mihawk’s chest, grinning at him over his shoulder. He looked at both of them, trying to determine what kind of game they were playing. 

Mihawk let out an exasperated sigh but gave Crocodile a small smile. “That’s not how I was going to put it, but Buggy is correct. When we realized you found us, we both came to the agreement that we'd like to include you. The invitation is open; will you join us, Crocodile?” Mihawk asked, his hand held out in offering while Buggy looked at him expectantly from around his shoulder. 

Crocodile grit his teeth and turned away from them. He didn’t need pity. All of this was already shameful enough. He started to leave but hesitated at the doorway. The images from yesterday flashed through his mind and he ached to be included. It was pathetic. There was no way he was going to beg for companionship, for sex. He left before he could change his mind, shoving down the disappointment he felt at his choice. 

…  

Crocodile was in a terrible mood, snapping at random Buggy pirates in his way, petulantly shriveling up flowers that looked up at him too brightly, and he was short with Daz, who he sent away with the forged treaty.  He was angry, frustrated, he needed to work off the boiling in his blood. So he went to a secluded part of the beach and did something he hadn’t done since he was young and full of uncontrolled rage; he pounded sand. He created an army of sand dummies and fought them like they were his internal demons made manifest. He probably destroyed hundreds of sand dummies before he felt satisfied. He was sweaty, his heart was pounding, his fist ached from clenching it hard and making contact, but it was everything he wanted. He felt alive, real in this moment, and Mihawk and Buggy could do whatever the hell they wanted. He didn’t need to be a part of their ‘relationship.’ 

Crocodile grit his teeth and beat up a few dozen more dummies, fully clearing his mind of his business partners. 

 He returned home as the sky began to darken. He was tired, sweaty, and desperate for a shower. He cleaned himself up, made a light dinner, and ended up falling asleep on his couch while he tried to read a book. He slept for at least a few hours, until something woke him up. 

There was a knock at the door. 

Crocodile shot up, the book on his chest tumbling to the floor. He glanced around. It was pitch black in the room. He blindly groped at the end table beside his couch until his fingers found his lamp, flicking on the light. He squinted at the darkened wall, trying to decipher the time on the clock ticking away. 10 o’clock. 

Another knock on the door, just as patient as before. 

Crocodile stood and hesitated. It couldn’t be coincidence. Either Daz was very quick with his delivery or Mihawk and Buggy were here. Crocodile stood there, combing his hair back with his fingers, weighing his options. He could just...not answer the door. But Mihawk knew he was here. And he’d look like a coward for pretending otherwise. His only other choices were to answer the door and tell them to leave, or answer and tell them to come in. Crocodile let out a disgruntled sigh through his nose and went to his front door. 

He pulled open the door and Buggy leapt into his arms as soon as he saw Crocodile, hugging him and pressing a sticky kiss to his cheek. 

“What are you doing, you damn clown?” Crocodile growled, not enjoying the feeling of being caught off guard, shocked at the sudden contact. His entire hand covered Buggy’s face and shoved him away. 

“Good to see you, Crocodile.” Mihawk put his hand to his arm and let it slide over him as he easily walked past him, and continued into his house. Buggy just held onto him like a monkey on his back, nuzzling his face into his neck, as Crocodile turned his focus to Mihawk who walked through like he owned the place. Crocodile hurried after him, turning the corner to his office to see the swordsman sitting on the couch where Crocodile had just been sleeping. 

He tried, and failed, to grab Buggy, too distracted by Mihawk making himself comfortable on his couch, removing his hat, then his boots. Mihawk looked relaxed, his arms open, one arm resting on the back of the couch, one leg crossed on the other, spread out, challenging him, inviting him. Crocodile swallowed hard, but stood his ground. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to sound angry, but it came out more breathless than he would’ve liked. Mihawk looked like an angel, no a demon, or perhaps something in between. Ethereal, otherworldy, his face all sharp angles and clean lines, his shirt open to reveal his toned chest, unmarked, and his cross, catching the light every so often. 

“You know why we’re here, don’t be obtuse.” Mihawk chided, his fingers drumming against the couch cushion. Crocodile tsk’d, eyes drawn to Mihawk’s dancing fingers. He could toss Mihawk and Buggy out right now. But he some small hopeful part of him wanted to hear what he had to say, to see how this all played out. So he stayed standing, holding his ground.

At Crocodile’s lack of a response, Mihawk rolled his eyes and uncrossed his legs, putting both feet on the ground and leaned forward. 

“If you’re truly not interested, tell us to leave and we will...”  

Crocodile stayed still, silent, holding his breath. 

Mihawk continued, a small smile playing over his lips, “Otherwise, come have a seat, Wani.” 

Crocodile’s upper lip twitched in irritation. “Not very polite to tell someone to have a seat in their own home.” Crocodile reprimanded, years of playing polite and mannered making the response pop in his head before he could really think of anything else. 

Mihawk’s lips curled in amusement and he leaned back into the couch. “You’re right. How rude of me. Why don’t I make it up to you?” Mihawk beckoned him with a single finger and Crocodile begrudgingly stepped forward, as if being pulled by a string. 

Crocodile sat down next to Mihawk, crushing Buggy, who he forgot was clinging onto him. Buggy let out a yelp and scrambled against him, trying to worm his way out, but he was ignored, Crocodile too interested in Mihawk, who moved closer to him and grabbed his hand with both of his own. He pulled Crocodile’s hand up as their eyes stayed locked onto one another and he pressed a warm kiss to his knuckles, his mustache tickling his skin. 

Mihawk guided Crocodile’s hand back down. “Well, am I forgiven?” He quirked a brow and Crocodile gave a short nod, his heart beating faster in his chest. Mihawk graced him with a flash of his sharp white teeth, his smile deadly.  

“Or perhaps I need to do more to show you my contrition?” 

He climbed onto Crocodile’s lap, straddling him. He trailed his fingers up his chest, to the exposed skin of his neck. Crocodile broke out into goosebumps, Mihawk’s touch searing, his breath hitching as those cool fingers skimmed over his Adam's apple and up to his jaw. Crocodile’s lips parted as he looked over Mihawk’s face with lidded eyes, holding his breath. Both hands cupped his jaw and Mihawk leaned forward, holding Crocodile firm as he slowly moved closer, giving Crocodile enough time to back out. He glanced up at him once, and then closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to Crocodile’s cheek. His cheek tingled from the kiss, his heart thumping loudly in his ears, his blood coursing through his body. As soon as Mihawk began to pull away, Crocodile tilted his face and chased after him, meeting his lips. 

Buggy finally had enough room to move out from behind Crocodile, bursting out from behind him with a loud gasp. But despite his dramatics, Crocodile and Mihawk were in their own world, lips meeting, arms and hands moving to hold and touch. 

Mihawk seemed pleased with Crocodile’s eagerness, smiling into the kisses, wrapping his arms around Crocodile’s neck and holding him close. Mihawk’s warm lips sent shivers down his spine, the brush of his facial hair tickling him, the smell of his beard oil, his deft fingers tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, all of it made him want to melt into a pile of sand. Mihawk’s lips parted, his hot breath, dancing over Crocodile as a precursor to his tongue, sharp and slick, one swipe enough to make Crocodile open to him. As soon as his tongue pushed into his mouth, brushed over his own tongue, he lost himself. He pressed in closer to Mihawk, kissing him hungrily, his hand cupping the back of his head so he could devour his mouth. Mihawk did not bend to him, pushing back, giving as much as he took. 

They kissed like that for a while, hands trailing over shoulders and chests, until Mihawk’s hands traveled lower, his fingers skimming over the hard line of Crocodile’s dick. Crocodile broke away, wanting to look at Mihawk, to watch his skillful hands. He jumped slightly at Buggy’s face right next to them, watching with large eyes. Fucking clown, what the hell was he thinking? Crocodile scowled, ready to snap at Buggy but paused as Mihawk leaned over, past him. He kissed Buggy, just as passionately as they had just kissed, while his one hand lightly stroked him. Crocodile chest ached, and he couldn’t look away, intrigued and frustrated. He hardened at the sight, at the feeling of Mihawk’s hand, they looked strange together, but it was like he didn’t want them to stop either.  

“You like to watch, don’t you?” Mihawk murmured as he turned his attention back to him, his eyes hypnotizing, a red smear of lipstick glistening across his mouth. Crocodile huffed, refusing to answer. 

Crocodile watched as the swordsman slid down onto his knees, moving to kneel between Crocodile’s legs. Crocodile just sat there, his mouth slightly agape as Mihawk worked at his belt and unzipped his pants. 

“I like to watch, too.” Mihawk said lowly, his hand reaching into Crocodile’s pants to rub him through his underwear. Crocodile pressed his lips together, silencing the soft sounds that threatened to break free at feeling Mihawk’s hands on his dick. Instead he lifted his hips to push his pants and underwear down to his thighs, freeing his aching cock. He didn’t want to think too hard about this; he was worked up just from kissing Mihawk and desperate to be touched. 

Those teasing lips pressed a kiss to his tip, then skimmed down the length of his cock. Mihawk’s mustache tickled his sensitive skin as he held his cock to his face. His golden eyes seemed to glow, flicking up to his face, watching his reaction as he dragged his tongue back up, pressing into the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Crocodile let out a quiet breath, his hand sliding into Mihawk’s hair, his eyelids drooping as Mihawk wrapped his lips around Crocodile’s dick and swirled his tongue over his tip. 

Gloved hands cupped his cheeks, turning his head to the side. Buggy bent forward and stole a kiss; He smelled like greasepaint, tasted like lipstick and watermelon lipgloss. Crocodile held him there, wanting to taste his lips a little longer. It was strange, the sticky feeling of his kisses, the echo of something sweet and bitter as their lips slid over one another. Buggy was an oddity to him, hard to puzzle out, but that’s what intrigued him so much in the first place. 

Buggy’s disembodied hands unbuttoned his vest as he kissed him, his arms resting on his shoulders, as he leaned into Crocodile. Buggy dragged his tongue over his lips in a long wet swipe. Normally a sloppy kiss like that would irritate Crocodile, but the feeling of Buggy’s tongue, combined with Mihawk taking his dick deeper into his mouth made everything feel like sparks were dancing under his skin. Crocodile opened his mouth to Buggy, his long tongue sliding in before Crocodile bullied it back into Buggy’s mouth. Their teeth clacked together as they both pushed forward, and their noses bumped into each other as Crocodile turned his head to push his tongue into Buggy’s mouth. 

Buggy had Crocodile’s shirt open and nearly off of his shoulders, his gloved hands cupping and groping his chest. Crocodile broke away from Buggy with a groan, eyes drawn to Mihawk who was only halfway down his length, but slowly sliding up and down, sucking him a little tighter as he came back up. 

“That looks like a two person job, Hawky. Lemme help.” Buggy’s head floated down to mouth at base of Crocodile’s dick, his tongue laving over what Mihawk couldn’t reach. His body stayed slung over Crocodile, his hands cupping his pecs, thumbing his nipples. 

The feeling of their hands, their mouths and lips, their hot breath, the sight of the both of them, looking up at him as they licked and sucked, brought him closer to the edge of his orgasm.  

“Fuck.” He gasped, Buggy’s hands pinched and pulled at his nipples, his mouth moving lower to suck one of his heavy balls into his mouth as Mihawk swallowed him as deeply as he could, choking on his dick, his throat spasming around him. Crocodile was teetering, his impending climax obvious on his face, his breathing quick and shallow. So close, he could cum right down Mihawk’s throat. He moaned softly, his head falling back on the couch and as he did so, Mihawk pulled off of him, pulling Buggy away as well. Crocodile’s head shot up, his cock twitching as if reaching out for his aborted orgasm. 

“I don’t want you to finish too soon. We’ve got plans for you, Crocodile.” Mihawk stood easily, gracefully, as if he hadn’t just been on his knees choking down Crocodile’s cock. 

Crocodile hissed through his teeth, trying to ease the ache of missing his orgasm. He had been so close, too close to want to stop at that moment, but it was for the best. If he didn’t hold back, he doubted he’d be able to go again tonight. 

“Yeah, Croccy-baby, I want you inside of me.” Buggy murmured before pressing a wet and sticky kiss to his cheek. 

Crocodile glanced over at Buggy, his eyes sharp, deadly, and full of desire. “You think you can handle me? I’m nothing like Mihawk.” Crocodile stroked his hand over his cock, drawing Buggy’s eye. Buggy wet his lips, teeth worrying them as soon as that flash of pink tongue disappeared. He nodded, looking back at Crocodile with heat in his eyes. 

Something feral roared to life in him, his hand twitching, wanting to grab Buggy and pin him down, make him understand exactly what he was asking for. 

Mihawk chuckled darkly, sliding off his coat and draped it over the armchair. “Careful Buggy, he looks ready to devour you alive.” 

Buggy looked him up and down, an obvious shiver running through him, but he didn’t move. Mihawk’s words made Crocodile regain some of his sense of self. He was a man, not an animal. He wanted this night to go a certain way. Pleasurable. Comfortable. Repeatable . 

Mihawk cut between Crocodile and Buggy, sitting on Crocodile’s lap, his erection pressed against Mihawk’s hip. He leaned against him and pressed a kiss to his chest, his fingertips lightly brushing over his weeping tip. 

“Let’s undress and move this to the bedroom, so you don’t mount our poor clown before he’s ready.” Mihawk gripped him, making his eyelids flutter. Crocodile swallowed hard and nodded, glancing over at Buggy who was rubbing himself through his clothes, his legs splayed out. Like a little whore. 

Crocodile made a growling sound in the back of his throat. This was all very real now. He was about to fuck and get fucked and he wanted it so badly it was starting to ache. 

Mihawk gripped him a little too hard, making him hiss, drawing his attention back to the swordsman in his lap. 

“Down, boy. You’ll get what you want soon enough. You just have to behave, understand?” Mihawk’s fingers tapped at Crocodile’s chin, looking at ease, clearly enjoying himself. 

Crocodile’s whole body went hot, his mouth felt dry. He clenched his jaw and nodded once, afraid that if he opened his mouth an embarrassing sound would come out instead. 

“Very good.” Mihawk gave him a pleased smile and pressed a quick kiss to his lips after standing from his lap. 

Crocodile moved to follow but realized he was still half dressed, restricted by his clothes; his pants were around his ankles and his white shirt was stuck on his hook. He grabbed his hook, about to remove it but glanced between Buggy and Mihawk who watched him with interest. He rarely removed his hook in front of others. Hell, he’d planned on keeping it on during sex, but he realized both Buggy and Mihawk were dressed down, and strikingly, Mihawk didn’t come here with Yoru. That was what convinced Crocodile to slide off his hook in front of the others, exposing his pallid, scarred, and puckered forearm, his hand and wrist missing, lost many years ago, when he had just started out as a young pirate.  

He tried not to feel self-conscious about it; he’s lived with his missing hand for decades now, but being vulnerable like this, in front of people he, begrudgingly, wanted to impress, set him on edge. He set the hook to the side and pulled off his shirt, refusing to make eye contact. He didn’t want to see disgust, pity, or disappointment. 

He was surprised when he saw Mihawk kneel before him, helping him remove his shoes. He was about to snap that he could do it himself but Buggy sat in his lap, hands caressing his chest and shoulders, his ass rubbing against Crocodile’s cock. He kissed the taller man, making him forget his anger, his fear, too distracted by Buggy tasting him, devouring him, consuming him. 

“So fucking big. You’re gonna split me in half.” Buggy panted into Crocodile’s mouth, his disembodied lower half grinding down onto his dick. 

“I bet you can take every inch, can’t you?” Crocodile breathed back, his hand slapping Buggy’s ass while his arm held Buggy’s hip to keep him pressed to his dick. 

Buggy whimpered, crashing their lips back together, sliding his fingers into Crocodile’s hair. Crocodile cupped Buggy’s ass, his fingers squeezing, reaching between his cheeks, rubbing his fingers between the cleft of his clothed ass to push against his hole. 

Buggy broke away from Crocodile’s lips; Mihawk grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged him back, capturing Crocodile’s mouth in a kiss then Buggy’s. 

“You’re awfully greedy tonight, clown. You’re humping his dick like I didn’t make you cum twice yesterday.” Mihawk purred. Buggy let out a strangled noise, struggling to keep his eyes open, his hips still moving, his ass grinding on Crocodile’s dick. 

“Go to the bedroom. Get undressed and wait for us on the bed.” He ordered, and Buggy scrambled off of Crocodile’s lap. He started stripping, walking away from the couch with his shirt pulled over his head before he turned back, giving them a look of uncertainty. 

“Its through those doors.” Crocodile pointed to the french doors in the back of his office, and Buggy gave him a salute in understanding and hurried away, shedding his clothes as he went. Crocodile grimaced, wondering if he really should be letting Buggy navigate his bedroom alone. Who knows what kind of trouble that clown would get himself into if left alone for too long? 

Mihawk took Buggy’s position on his lap, totally naked now, just like Crocodile. Mihawk wasn’t able to reach his shoulders and face him like Buggy, since he couldn’t break in half and couldn’t spread himself out. But it didn’t matter, Crocodile hunched over to bring their faces close together. 

“How would you like this evening to go?” Mihawk asked quietly, his hands smoothing over Crocodile’s chest. 

Crocodile hesitated and Mihawk continued. “Obviously you want to fuck Buggy. But what else do you want? Do you want to fuck me too? Would you like to see Buggy fuck me? Or perhaps we take turns with the clown?” 

“I want you to fuck me.” Crocodile rushed out, before his brain could even catch up to how embarrassing it was to ask for it aloud. Mihawk looked mildly surprised, but it turned to pleasure quickly. 

“I can make that happen. Do you want it at the same time? To be inside of Buggy, while I’m inside of you?” Mihawk asked, leaning in closer, his thumbs teasing Crocodile’s nipples. 

“Yes.” Crocodile breathed out, his eyes falling closed, his cock twitching against Mihawk’s ass. 

“Mmm.” Mihawk kissed his chest, trailing his lips upward, his facial hair tickling his neck before he grazed his teeth over his skin. 

Crocodile sighed, his hand resting on Mihawk’s lower back, his fingers spasming as Mihawk bit down on his neck. He let out a groan as Mihawk sucked, teeth sinking into him, not yet breaking the skin. 

Mihawk broke away, his lips glistening with saliva, eyes boring into Crocodile’s. 

“Let’s not leave our clown waiting.” 

Crocodile turned his head and saw Buggy watching them from the bed, totally nude, slowly stroking his cock. The sight of him, unashamedly watching them, touching himself made Crocodile want to punish him, to put Buggy’s hands above his head and tease him until he had tears in his eyes. 

It seemed Mihawk had a similar idea, standing from Crocodile’s lap and making his way to the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder once, before approaching Buggy. He grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his dick, using his other hand to push him flat to the bed. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Mihawk teased, pressing a kiss to Buggy’s captured palm. 

“You’re both riling me up, what else am I supposed to do?” Buggy pouted, throwing his arms above his head, clasping his hands together, resisting the temptation to touch himself. 

“Not be selfish and impatient.” The swordsman chided. 

Buggy made a sound of indignation, sitting up quickly to make some kind of argument, but his words died on his lips as Crocodile approached, casting them in shadow as he stood next to Mihawk. Now it was his turn to torment Buggy a little. He certainly deserved it, acting so shameless and needy. Crocodile leaned over Buggy, who shrunk into the covers, shivering in anticipation. He bent down the rest of the way and bit down on Buggy’s neck, sucking sharply making Buggy keen. He grabbed him and dragged him bodily further up the bed. He kissed down his chest, over his belly, lips trailing over the coarse body hair to his hard cock, resting on his thigh, weeping. He licked over the tip of his cock, tasting bitter salt, and dragged his tongue down underneath, holding it in his hand as he sucked Buggy’s balls into his mouth. 

Buggy moaned and squirmed, trying to keep his head propped up to watch Crocodile but he couldn’t, his head falling back as Crocodile licked and sucked him a little tighter. He kept moving downward, lifting Buggy’s legs and hips, making him bend in half. Crocodile laid on his belly so he could bite and suck Buggy’s squishy cheeks. With his arm he kept him bent and with his hand he spread Buggy open to lick his rim. Buggy gasped as soon as he felt his wet tongue and his hands shot out to grab onto his shoulders. Crocodile tongued his hole, licking over it before pushing against it, just breaching him before pulling away. He continued to tease Buggy like this, making him writhe and whimper, pushing his tongue in further each time. 

Crocodile jumped slightly to feel Mihawk’s hands brushing over his back, his fingertips firmly dragging down to his ass. Mihawk spread him, his fingers brushing over his rim. Crocodile groaned into Buggy’s ass as he felt Mihawk’s hot wet tongue lave over him. He broke away from Buggy, panting into his thigh, biting into the skin as Mihawk speared him with his tongue. Crocodile lifted his hips, subtly, wanting to feel Mihawk’s tongue as deeply as he could. Mihawk wasted no time fucking him with his tongue, pushing in and out as his hands grabbed and squeezed as much of Crocodile’s ass as he could. 

Crocodile cursed under his breath, trying to focus on Buggy in front of him, tongue mindlessly dragging over his skin, as he rolled his hips, loving the feeling of Mihawk eating him out. 

“Mmm, Croc, more, please.” Buggy begged, wiggling his hips. 

Crocodile grunted. So selfish. He put his lips to Buggy’s rim and sucked harshly. 

“FUCK!” Buggy’s hands shot away from his body, his toes curled, and Crocodile ate Buggy out with renewed vigor, licking and sucking him until he was trembling and crying out. He pushed his tongue deeply into him, wriggling and curling, moaning as Mihawk pushed a slick finger into him. He lapped at Buggy’s rim as Mihawk fingered him open, slick lube slipping between his cheeks until he scooped it up and pushed it into him with two fingers. 

Crocodile pressed his cheek into the covers, panting, his brow furrowed as he focused on the feeling of Mihawk scissoring him open. The swordsman was not going easy on him and Crocodile shivered in pleasure at the thought. 

“Give me the lube.” Crocodile panted, reaching his arm behind him. Without removing his fingers, Mihawk handed him the bottle and Crocodile brought it back to Buggy’s ass, squeezing a healthy amount over him, dropping the bottle to the side to scoop up as much as he could and pushed the tip of his slick finger into Buggy.  

The clown pressed his lips together, making stifled sound in the back of his throat, as Crocodile pushed his finger slowly into him. Buggy’s lips parted to breathe out and release a whine as Crocodile pushed all the way in. He curled his finger, rubbing Buggy’s hot walls, trying to orient himself inside his body. But it was hard to focus as Mihawk added a third finger, pumping in and out of him faster than before. Crocodile squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ground himself, to keep himself from getting carried away by the feeling of Mihawk’s fingers. He had to focus. He wanted to be inside of Buggy soon, and he was no where near ready to take him. 

Crocodile squeezed more lube between Buggy’s cheeks and pushed two fingers into him, taking as much care as before, moving slowly. But Buggy did not seem to share his patience, trying to force Crocodile in faster, his hips bearing down, taking Crocodile’s fingers deeper. 

“Slow down.” Crocodile growled, stilling his fingers, spreading them to stretch Buggy open. The clown dropped his head back, moaning loudly.  

Crocodile felt Mihawk slow the pumping of his fingers and he turned to look back at him. “I didn’t mean you Hawk-eye.” 

“No? I thought it was a good suggestion.” Mihawk said, a small smile playing across his lips. He crooked his fingers and very slowly circled Crocodile’s prostate. 

Crocodile gasped, curling his fingers sharply into Buggy without realizing it, making both of them pant and moan. 

“I’m surprised you wanted me to play with you like this, Crocodile. But I can’t say I’m disappointed. You sound so lovely. I bet you’ll sound even better taking my cock.” Mihawk just barely brushed over his prostate and Crocodile groaned through his teeth, his cock twitching and leaking with Mihawk’s teasing. Crocodile suppressed a shiver, pushing his fingers deeper inside of Buggy, pressing his lips together, his sounds of pleasure vibrating in his throat. Mihawk continued his slow torture, his fingers moving agonizingly slow inside of him. Crocodile was able to pull together the strings of his focus, grateful that Mihawk was now avoiding his prostate entirely. 

Crocodile pushed a third finger against Buggy’s rim, slowly pushing into him, facing some resistance, but Buggy eventually opened to him. 

“Need your dick.” Buggy panted, his hole fluttering around Crocodile’s fingers. He wasn’t even one knuckle deep and Buggy was already begging for his cock. He had no idea what he was getting into. 

“Impatient.”  Crocodile grumbled, pushing into Buggy a little faster, forcing him open. Buggy twitched, panting and moaning as Crocodile pushed in deeper and pulled out, scissoring his fingers as he went. He started curling his fingers, stilling as he felt Mihawk rub his cock between his cheeks, making it slick with the extra lube gathered there. 

Mihawk pressed the head of his cock to Crocodile’s entrance and slowly pushed in. He stayed still, his breath caught in his throat, as he focused on the feeling of Mihawk pushing all the way inside of him. 

He wiggled his fingers inside of Buggy, not really paying attention to the clown, lost in the feeling of Mihawk penetrating him. He let out a breath when he felt him bottom out. Mihawk slowly grinded into him, gradually pulling back further and further until he slammed into him, narrow hips meeting Crocodile’s ass with a clap. 

While Crocodile was enjoying the feeling of Mihawk fucking him, Buggy began riding Crocodile’s fingers, jerking his cock while rolling his hips, thighs jumping when he made Crocodile brush over his prostate. 

Mihawk felt good inside of him, but it wasn’t enough for him to finish, he needed more stimulation on his cock. He pulled his fingers out of Buggy, who let out a whine of disappointment. He shuffled onto his knees, forcing Mihawk to stop, and he pulled Buggy to him, bending him in half, guiding his thick cock to Buggy’s hole. He squeezed a healthy amount of lube over his dick and between Buggy’s cheeks and pushed forward until his head popped past Buggy’s rim. 

Buggy just stared at him with wide eyes, his jaw dropped open, totally silent as Crocodile started pushing into him, making him take him inch by thick inch. He was about a quarter of the way in when Buggy sucked in a breath and moaned loudly, his head thrown back, and Crocodile could feel Buggy bear down on him. 

“Fuck! Big!” Buggy bit out, teeth clenched, his hands clutching onto the pillows above him. 

Crocodile huffed a laugh, pulling back slightly before he started pushing back in. 

“Relax.” Crocodile grabbed Buggy’s wilting cock, rubbing the head, slowly stroking him as he continued to press in, Buggy’s body taking him in with surprisingly little resistance. 

Mihawk moved beside them and laid on his side, watching Crocodile spread open Buggy with his dick, slowly stroking himself with an appreciative gaze. 

Buggy however was writhing, tears in his eyes, moaning and groaning the whole time, rock hard by the time Crocodile bottomed out. Buggy’s hips and legs twitched, his body was covered in sweat, his brow was furrowed, eyes shut, and he was panting hard like he couldn’t catch his breath. 

Crocodile shallowly thrust a few times, trying to ease the new sensation for both of them. Buggy was so hot, so tight and slick that he just wanted to pound into him. But he wanted to savor all of this, wanted to do this again with Buggy. And that wouldn’t happen if he made this unpleasant for the clown. 

Mihawk leaned over Buggy, capturing his lips in a kiss. Buggy wrapped his arms around him, kissing him madly, clutching onto him like he was a lifeline. Crocodile pulled out further and thrust sharply, punching a moan out of Buggy, who fell back onto the bed. Mihawk smirked at him, brushed his hair out of his face, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. He moved away from Buggy, dragging his fingers over Crocodile's chest and arm as he went behind him. 

Crocodile stayed still, letting Buggy catch his breath, and giving Mihawk time to push back into Crocodile. He leaned a little more heavily into Buggy, a breathy moan leaving his lips as Mihawk penetrated him once more, sliding all the way in. Crocodile jolted at the feel of cold slick lube dropping onto his ass, ready to remark on it when he felt Mihawk push a finger against his already stretched rim, slowly sliding in next to his cock. 

“Please, move.” Buggy sobbed, his whole body shaking, squirming on Crocodile’s dick. 

Crocodile had a hard time processing Buggy’s plea, feeling overwhelmed by sensation, hyper aware of Mihawk stretching him further open and Buggy clenching around his dick. But whether by instinct or by finally processing Buggy’s words, Crocodile moved his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of Buggy. 

“Mmm, fuck,” Buggy panted, his skin flushed, face bright red and scrunched, “So big!” A full body shiver went through Buggy, and his grip tightened on the pillows above his head, letting out a little sound each time Crocodile’s hips met his ass. 

Crocodile grit his teeth, trying to claw back his focus, starting to feel like he was losing his grip on himself. But being inside of Buggy felt really fucking good. Having Mihawk stretching him open with his dick and his beautiful fingers felt really fucking good. 

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, thrusting sharply into Buggy, making him curse and squirm. Even with his eyes closed, it all felt like too much. He was getting close. And he couldn’t stop himself. His hips moved faster and faster, pounding into Buggy. His sounds of pleasure, his cries and pants and whines, pleading, begging; it was intoxicating. His heart thumped in his chest, his blood hot and pulsing, he was right on the edge.  

His eyes met Buggy’s and it felt like he couldn’t look away. 

“Yeah. Do it! Cum inside me!” Buggy panted out, biting his lip to try and stifle his sounds, but still he moaned loudly. 

Crocodile sucked in a sharp breath, his cock twitching, but he felt Mihawk put a hand flat to his back and push him down , making him lose his balance and fall forward. Buggy squawked as he got squished under Crocodile’s body weight for the second time that night. 

“Not yet. I have plans for you and Buggy.” Mihawk’s other hand snaked under him and made a tight ring with his fingers around his cock, stifling his arousal. 

Crocodile grunted in discomfort, feeling a tinge of frustration and annoyance. He was so close, and he was already getting what he wanted. Why did they have to stop? 

“Hawky!!!” Buggy whined, his voice high and grating. “I need to cum!!! Please!!” He pouted from over Crocodile’s shoulder, where he finally wriggled part of his body out from under him. 

“You will. Just not at the moment. Now, give me your dick.” 

Buggy just sat there for a moment and then loudly asked, “What!?” 

“Detach your cock, darling. I need it.” Mihawk asked again, patiently, as if he were talking to a dog. 

‘Darling?’ A rather intimate pet name. Have Mihawk and Buggy been together for longer than he thought? That creeping jealousy reared its ugly head and suddenly he didn’t want to be between these two. But feeling Buggy’s dick strain against his lower belly and then slither against his abdomen distracted him from his thoughts. His dick shot out from between their bodies and disappeared behind him.  

Crocodile froze as he realized why Mihawk wanted Buggy’s cock. Mihawk pressed the head of Buggy’s dick against his already stretched rim, pushing it in slowly next to his own cock. Crocodile’s jaw hung open, his eyes unseeing, as Mihawk stretched him to his limit, fitting both dicks inside of him. 

“Mmmm! You feel so good Croc, I don’t know what to do with myself.” Buggy whined with his arm slung over his eyes, his teeth worrying his lips, his chest heaving. 

Crocodile didn’t know what to do either. He’d never felt this before; he’d never been so deep inside of someone while getting stretched open so wide. Mihawk thrust sharply as soon as Buggy’s dick was almost fully inside, punching a grunt out of Crocodile. He ground his hips into Buggy, still deep inside of his lower half, lifting his hips slightly to meet Mihawk’s thrusts and to give Buggy some reprieve after being crushed under Crocodile’s weight. 

Buggy’s dick started moving inside of him too and he sucked in a breath, his hips moving on their own, thrusting into Buggy without any care for how fast or slow Mihawk moved. He pressed his forehead to Buggy’s chest and curled his arms around his split upper half, pounding into him. Everything felt so intense, overwhelming and fantastic. Buggy grabbed handfuls of Crocodile’s hair, clutching onto him, an endless stream of sound falling from his lips. He babbled and cursed, moaning throatily, the veins in his neck bulging as he grew louder and louder. Suddenly he felt the hot gush of cum inside of him, and even if he hadn’t felt it, Crocodile could’ve guessed who came based off of how loud Buggy was.  

Mihawk moaned but kept going, gripping Crocodile’s hips and meeting his ass with sharp thrusts. Buggy squirmed under him, twisting his body in discomfort, but he said nothing about stopping, made no move to pull away from Crocodile in any way. It’s not like Crocodile could really focus on Buggy anyway, he was too busy trying to chase after his own pleasure, the stimulation from both sides pushing him higher and higher. Buggy’s dick slid out of him, falling to the bed, wet and leaking, while Mihawk pistoned in and out. Crocodile panted heavily at the intense pace, groaning into Buggy’s chest. His hips moved quickly, smacking into Buggy’s ass hard enough to sting; Mihawk matched his rhythm perfectly, pushing into him as soon as he pulled back from Buggy. 

“Do it, fucking do it, fill me up Croccy, want it all.” Buggy encouraged above him, running his fingers through Crocodile’s hair, pulling at it when he reached the base of his skull. 

Crocodile’s breath hitched and he held onto Buggy tighter, biting down onto whatever flesh he could get his mouth on. 

“Go ahead, he likes it messy.” Mihawk affirmed breathlessly behind him, leaning over him to kiss his sweaty back. 

Crocodile grit his teeth, wanting to hold on for just a bit longer, his pride telling him not to obey orders. He bit down on Buggy’s shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, making him pull sharply at his hair, crying out as Crocodile refused to let go.  He squeezed his eyes shut hard enough that he saw stars, groaning wetly into Buggy’s skin as he came inside of him, pumping him full just like he asked. Buggy moaned as he felt it, clutching onto Crocodile’s head, keeping him close. 

Crocodile just laid there, catching his breath, surprised to feel Buggy petting his head. But Mihawk did not slow down at all, breathing heavily and letting out soft sounds as he used Crocodile’s ass, laying on top of him with his arms wrapped tightly around him. 

“How would you like me to finish?” Mihawk panted out, squeezing him a little tighter. 

Crocodile almost said ‘inside’ but he thought about what he saw between Mihawk and Buggy yesterday and he wanted the same thing. 

“On me.” Crocodile grunted out, and he felt Mihawk nod and press a kiss to his back. He moved off of Crocodile’s back and pulled out, letting out a grunt as he jerked himself and came on Crocdile’s ass.  

Crocodile let out a sigh and relaxed into the bed, his face pressed to Buggy’s chest. Mihawk laid down beside them, pecking Buggy on the lips. Crocodile frowned slightly, but Mihawk leaned over him and kissed him on the lips too. Maybe... if it was always like this, with the three of them... he wouldn’t have to feel so... 

“Let’s get cleaned up.” Mihawk moved from the bed and Crocodile slowly pushed himself up, sliding out of Buggy, who oozed cum as soon as Crocodile’s dick wasn’t there to keep it in. Crocodile sat there momentarily distracted, looking at Buggy’s pink fucked out hole, entranced by the slow slide of his viscous semen. 

Buggy whimpered when Crocodile dragged a finger through his mess and pushed back inside. 

“Don’t need you making a mess on my covers, clown.” Crocodile husked, keeping his finger inside of Buggy, leaning over him and stealing a kiss, swallowing down Buggy’s moans and whimpers. 

Crocodile gasped at the feeling of a wet washcloth wiping over his back. Mihawk wiped him down long strokes, cleaning his back, his ass, even reaching around him to clean his dick. He felt Mihawk smirk against his skin as he rubbed him a little too long, making him twitch. Bastard. 

Crocodile left the two of them so he could clean up a little more thoroughly, washing his face and hands before returning to his room. He grabbed a pair of underwear and slipped them on, wrapping a robe around himself.  

Well. That happened. And it was good. But what now? Will they leave? Will they stay? Crocodile wasn’t sure what to do, so he just grabbed a cigar and lit it, watching Mihawk and Buggy wipe each other down, their lips meeting every so often. He wanted that. Ached for it. But he stayed away, watching them as he leaned on the doorframe to the bathroom and smoked. 

Buggy laid on the bed, splayed out with his eyes closed, and Mihawk passed Crocodile on the way to the bathroom, dropping off the dirty washcloths. He stood next to him in the doorway and they glanced at each other. 

“It’s getting late. And I’d hate to impose...” Mihawk started, his eyes darting between Crocodile’s. He remained silent, puffing at his cigar, trying not to let his emotions show on his face. 

“But would you mind if Buggy and I stay the night?” 

And as soon as Mihawk asked, the tightness in his chest eased, and he realized that was exactly what he wanted. How annoying. 

“If you’d like.” Crocodile answered nonchalantly, refusing to look at Mihawk, breathing out a mouthful of smoke. 

“Thank you.” Mihawk answered, his hand grazing Crocodile’s lower back. He nodded once in understanding, trying not to melt at the gentle touch. 

Crocodile pushed off from the doorway and made his way to the bed, letting Mihawk do his business in the bathroom. He put out his cigar in the ashtray by his bed and flipped back the covers. He’d have guests here tonight. More than guests. Lovers? He tried not to think too hard about it. 

He started to slide into bed but stopped as he saw Buggy staring up at him. His shoulder looked red and sore, his teeth marks obvious on his skin. He had hickies littered on his chest, and his makeup and hair were still messy, barely neatened up. Crocodile let out a sigh and scooped Buggy up, moving him to lay under the covers with him.  Buggy just stared up at him with a warm smile on his face, clearly grateful and loving the attention. 

“Stop that.” Crocodile covered Buggy’s face with his hand, feeling exposed by his stare. 

“S-sorry.” Buggy whispered, grabbing Crocodile’s large hand with both of his and pulling it down, pressing a kiss to his palm. He shifted and turned, snuggling into Crocodile’s side. Crocodile clenched his jaw, refusing to move, hating that he found Buggy so cute, that he loved the feeling of his warm body pressed close to his own. 

Mihawk returned from the bathroom, still naked, looking as beautiful as ever. Crocodile tried not to stare, but it was a bit difficult with the way Mihawk’s hips swayed as he approached. Mihawk gave him a small smile and climbed into bed behind him, forcing Crocodile to move more toward the middle of the bed, sandwiched between a clown and a swordsman. 

Mihawk reached over and turned off the lamp, as if he had done it a hundred times in Crocodile’s bed. The room was dropped into darkness and Crocodile held his breath for a second, feeling uncertain in his own bed. He laid flat on his back, Buggy pressed to his side, and Mihawk moved to press into his other. His heart pounded a little faster, despite his efforts to relax. Mihawk shuffled and Crocodile felt him lean over his face. Their lips met, Mihawk kissed him softly, slowly, tenderly, and he felt breathless as soon as he pulled away. 

“Good night, Crocodile.” Mihawk breathed, sliding away from him. 

“’Night” Buggy mumbled, already half asleep. 

Crocodile put his arms around both of them and held them close. 

“Good night.” He sighed, uncertain about the future, but happy with his present. 

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Dino squad request take your time getting to it ^.^

I know that reader is the same species as Logan and victor but what if some big miscommunication happens (where victor and Logan think they’re the same species but oops!) and reader is one of those giant dinosaurs like spinosaurus or something like that

Oh, fun! Would you like to be called Spino Anon? Let's try some headcanona for this one:

• Logan would feel excited to have another teen under his wing, especially one who was thought to be a raptor like him. When he discovers that the Reader isn't a raptor, at first he's a bit upset... But then he gets over it. Reader is still a dinosaur like him, like his other (adopted) hatchlings, why wouod he be upset? Just look at them! They're a Spinosaurus! Large, powerful, and can swim!

• He is careful when getting them involved with the other teens, letting them bring Reader in and letting himself and them build their own separate trusts and friendship with Reader, allowing allowing to feel comfortable enough to show them their dinosaur form. And what a cute hatchling they are: long snout like a crocodile, a baby sail rising from their back, a long tail built for swimming, even sharp little teeth built for catching fish.

• He's glad to add them to his flock, his pack, his family. He shows them, and Oxalaia!Remy and Quetzylcoatlus!Pietro how to fish, and teaching them when different fish migrate and where they live. Mandatory fishing trips are a must after the first one. Showing Reader how to playfight with Allosaurus!Scott and Diplodocus!Rogue, being careful to show them how to not hurt them with their teeth or claws. And spending time in a large nest he spent an entire week building, just to be able to fit all of his hatchlings inside it with him, so they can have pack bonding (and nap!) time

• Victor had heard rumors as well, about a raptor running around along with the other juvenile dinosaurs. He's thrilled at the thought of having another one of his species to teach, as well as to help bring in the other young ones. When finding out they're a Spinosaurus, he's mad with his henchmen, for getting two completely separate and anatomically different creatures mixed up. He finds he isn't mad with Reader for being a Spinosaurus, he's just relieved they're a dinosaur at all. And what a Dino! A proper Spinosaurus, large and adept for swimming, perfect for wet and watery climates. The perfect hatchling...

• He's able to catch the teens (not that he knows they're human teens) in their Dino forms from time to time, happily talking to them while the sedatives he used wears off of them. He takes the proper time to pet them, to check their vitals, whispering to himself and them over how impressive they are, how wonderful, how he can't wait to give them the world... He sets them up in the habitats he specifically made with them in mind, carefuk to keep it safe and clean, not allowing anyone to bother them once they're sleeping inside

• Victor makes sure Spinosaurus!Reader has fresh sources of water, from wetlands and rivers to even lagoon and lake, all full of fish and creatures fit for that environment. Victor has careful plans to let the young dinos interact with each other, as well as lessons on not to eat each other and how to leave their dinosaur brethren out of their fights and meals (they wouldn't eat each other, but he doesn't know they were humans, again). All the time in the world, to change it and make it perfect for his new hatchlings, a new age of dinosaurs... Now if they wouod just stop escaping. Why are they such stubborn babies?

• The moment these two realize the other is involved, they are doing everything in their power to keep Spinosaurus!Reader with them. While Logan knows they're a teen and shouldn't be on their own, let alone with his evil/crazy older brother, he is also aware he can't take them away from every human. He has to share (and they could always leave him, so it's best to share them). His other harchlings agree with that sentiment, even if they sometimes try to keep Reader away from the rest of the class. Victor doesn't know the teens and Reader are human, but he knows they're juvenile dinosaurs, so he doesn't care about human interaction with them, seeing it as bad and detrimental to them. He's annoyed that Reader can leave, and hopes to convince then then stay one day, perhaps see if they understand him or the others. But even if he found out the teens were humans, he'd never let them near ones who weren't loyal to him. He wouldn't want to risk them getting hurt or choosing to leave. And if his runt is with them... well, if he has the hatchlings, his packmate is sure to follow them... After all, his brother never could resist a chick in need of a parent...

[starryknight-dragonarts]

Over October I made a bunch of Pokemon versions of some classic Characters from English Gothic Horror: Victor Frankenstein, Count Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde... A little late to the party but I say let the Spooky Season Continue! Day of the Dead is in November, the days are getting darker and colder, and the Wild Hunt Persists through to the Winter Solstice hollering through the sky in pursuit of their spectral prey!

If Vampires are the Nobles of the Undead there is still one higher, The King...Tonight is for the Mummies! Theoretically almost any pokemon could be a Mummy, the Egyptians mummified thousands of Animals as well as Pharaohs and Nobles; From Cats and Dogs to Crocodiles, Baboons, Birds, etc...but I decided to bring back a familiar character. Ozymandias the Lucario. Ozymandias' name comes from a poem which uses the the Greek version of Pharaoh Ramesses II, and Lucario is based on Anubis the God of Funerary Rites and Mummification, so it felt just too ideal to make a Lucario named after an Pharaoh the representative for the Mummy, albeit more along the rehydrated variety than the husk variety, but there is precedent to that in English Literature with there being many stories of Mummies coming back looking as they did before they died and having strong opinions about the future world they have woke up into. Ozymandias certainly has some strong opinions about this world.

(I also took some inspiration form: Madara Uchiha - Naruto Lord Pain - Naruto Dio - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Kars - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Seto Kaiba - YuGiOh and Demon King Ganondorf - The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom)

Ozymandias was born to an era of seemingly endless Wars and Chaos between the Legendaries and Yaldabaoth the Usurper and his Dark Forces. In order to survive the onslaught of destruction you needed to be strong, but Ozymandias strove beyond just survival and strength, he fought to establish a land of security and order amongst the chaos and save as many pokemon as possible. By his own effort he became The King of Kings mighty and righteous ruling the greatest empire the world had yet seen, though it came at great personal cost to him including the life of his young daughter Princess Anapi who fell ill while he was away.

Ozymandias firmly believes Rulership should not belong to those who desire power, Rulership is a sacrafice that demands of the leader to constantly fight themself to be greater than themself, but this has lead him to sees the faults and impurities in everyone else around him, and believe that no one else is qualified to be incharge and that it's his duty to take charge and will lead people to overcome their earthly flaws whether they want it or not.

By the end of his life he was laid to rest in a great tomb alongside his daughter, becoming a mummy so he could rest but his spirit would inhabit his temple and offer his wisdom to his successors through the ages till he may rise again revitalized and immortal to lead the world again to a new prosperous age, But following his death Yaldabaoth was finally sealed by the Legendaries and his existance was erased from the memories of pokemon. While Ozymandias was remembered as a great king the context for his rule was lost, and so was part of his legacy, so he never got to pass on his Wisdom.

The world he woke up to, he was not very impressed with, he believes this current world is corrupt and weak, a problem he plans to rectify... An old Absol called Tezoca the Hierophant found him and offered him a role familiar to organization from his era which withstood time by the allowance of the Legendaries; The Major Arcana, a group founded as spies to undermine Yaldabaoth in his era, now they were guardians to protect the world from his return. Fittingly Ozymandias was given the Tarot card of "The Emperor" and he joined with other members in the Major Arcana becoming known as the 7 Heavenly Virtues, representing the Virtue: Chastity, not because he has specifically sworn off Sex specifically though is not particularly interested in anybody sexually...more like he values self discipline. "Ones with this virtue are unhindered by worldly desires. They are able to overcome temptation and show self-discipline not through lack of being tempted, but rather of making the conscious decision to better yourself rather than do what you know is morally wrong." However despite representing Virtues and their initial reputation as heroes they soon became feared! Ozymandias doesn't care though, he is determined to make a better world he rules regardless of what pokemon think of him.

[unhonestlymirror]

[Description: a picture of smiling Sir Crocodile with arms spread wide. The yellow inscription in Ukrainian language says: "Those hand-hooks didn't steal anything" referencing the similar meme-phrase said by former Ukrainian president Victor Yushchenko. It is worth noting that in Ukrainian language, "hand-hooks" is the same as "all thumbs" or "butterfingers".]

Fun fact: крюк in Ukrainian language is an obsolete word that was used in several meanings: 1) a hook, 2)a liar, and 3)a bureaucrat.

[071s]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀71ST ARENA THE SWAMP

“ IT WAS SO DEEP. water and mud were up to our shins as soon as we were off the platforms. the resistance made it hard to move quickly, and if you weren't careful: the vegetation could make you trip face first. if that ever happened... you were as good as dead. ”

THEIR FIRST OBSTACLE. the mutts were expected, the game makers and the capitol loved their shiny toys. crocodiles and alligators, anacondas, oversized insects, poisonous vegetations. but what the tributes weren't counting on, were the man eating mangroves. they drowned you quicker than you could scream for help, and consumed you into the arena alive.

the cornucopia, the run down home center of the arena, was the sole SANCTUARY from these marshes. conquered by clarke and other careers: it served as the first, and the final battlefield. the seventy first game saw the cornucopia as the terror it was, the grave site of sixteen tributes.

VICTORY OF DISTRICT 4's CLARKE GRIFFIN. there was no such thing as a complete alliance in the games, not even between the careers. it was a massacre, a perfect orchestra, turning the arena and all it offered against the youth that had slept, laughed, and survived at her side. the game makers would always hold the last card, and clarke was brighter than to allow herself to be caught off guard. mud covered from head to toe, she watched, still as a corpse, as the swamp came alive on the final night. screams of the district 3's female tribute were distinct, begging the fisher to save her, and still, they haunt the victor to this day. but survival for the good of herself, the blonde closed her eyes: and only opened them when the games finally ended, declaring her the gruesome victor of the 71st game.

[tinkerbelldetective]

Iconic and Amusing Victor Moments

Playing an Egyptian(?) board game with Mr. Sweet

His face and reaction and stepping back and "Wha-wha-what?" when Willow hugs him

Including Mick in his disciplinary "get to your rooms" before whipping around confused "Mick Campbell?"

Bursting through the door when Mick and Mara are having their date

Cuddling with Corbiere

He just really likes that raven. Petting it. Talking to it. Thinking about its safety.

Immediately rushing down the ladder when Amber feins fainting and asking if she'd been doing a fad diet

Awkwardly telling off Fabian and Nina when they're having 'a lover's tif' and backing out the door

Slinking back behind the corner during the senet game

Bringing a rose for Sarah.

His license plate

Knocking out Rufus and throwing him in a van

Pinning Rufus against the wall

Going on a tangent about the children (Alfie in particular) and leaving his office

"He's going to regret messing with me."

Having a surprisingly soft tone of voice when he asks Amber, Nina, and Fabian why they were in the cellar in s2

Mildly concerned when he sees the Mark on Nina's arm "For your sake I hope it does [come off]."

Warming up his voice ??? When Fabian covers up Sibuna shenanigans by asking if he would do a voice over

When he's in the tunnels being snarky about RFS like he has a rivalry against him (he literally let you eat at his table with his family, Victor. Chill)

The fact this man did hopscotch (should have made room to show that in the episode)

"Who, me?" Slamming the book shut and saying he was doing light reading when Vera enters his office to see if he was researching a task.

Kissing Vera's forehead all tenderly

His reaction to losing Alfie in the senet game. "Release them!"

Wearing an apron and making breakfast

Alfie pretending to choke and Victor, believing him, slapping him on the back and sending him out to get a glass of water.

Essentially calling Jerome a snitch in front of everyone at Mick and Amber's party: "I know I can count on you, Jerome."

"Alfie Lewis, would you like a slice of chocolate cake?" *whips around*

"I have your father on speed dial."

Reading Amber's diary and the passage about him, slamming the diary shut, and then checking himself in the mirror.

"If those miscreants can do it..." before crossing the crocodile bridge

"Yes, you listen to this old man."

"It is 10 O'clock. You have five minutes precisely, and then I want to hear.. a pin.. drop."

[inamindfarfaraway]

I love that Poison Ivy is an environmentalist and Selina Kyle canonically supports in women and sex worker’s rights and cat welfare with both money and personal action, but what about the other rogues? Victor Fries donating to hospitals and medical research into terminal illnesses and using his suit technology to make aids for disabled and ill people. Waylon Jones and Oswald Cobblepot protecting children with deformities/disfigurements/etc. from bullies and abusers and visiting them in hospital. Waylon specifically looking out for Gotham’s impoverished Black communities like the one he grew up in (he IS African-American! It’s overshadowed by the crocodile mutation, but still part of his character!), the homeless (this one is canon!), inmates and abused mental patients (he only bit Aaron Cash’s hand off because Cash kept mistreating him). Harley Quinn supporting domestic abuse victims. Kirk Langstrom advocating for deaf people, because in hindsight he shouldn’t have felt like he needed to be hearing so badly that he experimented on himself. Harvey Dent and Two-Face going to war for abused children and people with DID in total agreement.

Rogues with empathy. Does the empathy inspire them to reform? Does it drive them to darker, bloodier depths of vengeful rage than ever? Both are good. I want to see more of the Gotham rogues with empathy!

[shanxpennywise]

My Favourite Villains Part 1 - 7 Art Dump (Old Art.)

Villains~

Pennywise (1990)

Pennywise (2017)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Dr Kamikazi (Robotboy)

Chucky (Child's Play)

Fats (Magic)

Billy (Dead Silence)

N-Gin (Crash Bandicoot)

Hypno (Creepypasta)

King Dice (Cuphead)

Baldi (Baldi's Basics in Education and Learning.)

Zander (Dinosaur King)

Gideon (Gravity Falls)

Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Penguin (The Batman: Animated Series)

Dr Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Mad Mod (Teen Titans)

Defoe (Huntik: Seekers and Secrets)

Little Ogre (Soul Eater)

Dr Phineus Phibes (Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue)

Dr Calico (Bolt)

Purple Guy (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Mandark (Dexter's Laboratory)

Evil Rick (Rick and Morty)

Mad Hatter (Batman: Animated Series)

The Major (Hellsing Ultimate)

Danzo (Naruto Shippuden)

Vector (Despicable Me)

Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls)

Frollo (Hunchback of Notredame)

Cedric (Sofia the First)

King Candy (Wreck it Ralph)

Gallaxhar (Monsters VS Aliens)

Jack Spicer (Xaolin Showdown)

Jeffery Hawk (Dead by Daylight)

Akainu (One Piece)

Dr.Maniac (Goosebumps.)

Unwanted House Guest (Creepypasta/Meme.)

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth.)

Dr Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs.)

Syndrome (The Incredibles.)

Dr Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog.)

Maxie (Pokemon.)

Captain (Armando) Salazzar (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man Tells No Tales.)

The Look-See (Crypt TV's The Look-See.)

Kureo Mado (Tokyo Ghoul.)

Drei (Hiiro No Kakera.)

W.D. Gaster (Undertale.)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street.)

Drago Bludvist (How to Train Your Dragon.)

Claude Faustus (Black Butler.)

Stefano Valentini (Evil Within 2.)

John Bacchus (Future Diary.)

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto Shippuden.)

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach.)

Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter.)

Tighten (Megamind.)

2nd Dimension Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb: The Movie.)

Dr.Octopus (Spiderman 2.)

Squilliam (Spongebob Squarepants.)

Mr.Chuckle Teeth (The X-Files.)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta.)

Weevil Underwood (YU-GI-OH!)

Dr.Herman Carter (Dead By Daylight.)

Babadook (The Babadook.)

The Child Catcher (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.)

Colonel Muska (Studio Ghibli's Laputa Castle.)

Ghetsis (Pokemon.)

The Crooked Man (The Conjuring 2.)

Crocodile (One Piece.)

Danny Dickens (Angels Of Death.)

Kabuto (Naruto Shippuden.)

Yami Marik (YU-GI-OH!)

Byakuran Katekyo (Hitman Reborn.)

Jason The Toymaker (Creepypasta.)

Slenderman (Slenderman: The Movie.)

Igor Neuhaus (Blue Exorcist.)

Captain Kuro (One Piece.)

Guzma (Pokemon.)

Mr.Wood (Goosebumps.)

Professor Venomous (OK K.O. Let's Be Heroes.)

Lyle Tiberius Rourke (Atlantis.)

Faba (Pokemon.)

Petrel (Pokemon.)

Cyrus (Pokemon.)

Lysandre (Pokemon.)

Arlo (Pokemon.)

Evil Dr Phibes (Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue.)

Papillon (Buso Renkin.)

The Joker (Batman: Animated Series.)

Mr X (Resident Evil.)

Foolscap (Dinosaur King.)

Giovanni (Pokemon.)

Tamatoa (Moana.)

The Toymaker (Harmony & Horror.)

Jean-Louise Bonaparte (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.)

Benson (Toy Story 4.)

Ed (Dinosaur King.)

Mr Burns (The Simpsons.)

Victor (Boruto.)

Beppi The Clown (Cuphead.)

Scud (Yu-Gi-Oh! The Movie: Pyramid Of Light.)

Sordward (Pokemon SWSH.)

Sheildbert (Pokemon SWSH.)

Sakutaro Morishige (Corpse Party.)

Mr Hook (MAR.)

Malvolio (Twelfth Night Manga.)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan.)

John Ratcliffe (Pocahontas.)

Fagin (BBC's Oliver Twist.)

Jack Randall (Outlander.)

Waluigi (Mario.)

The Toad (Flushed Away.)

Gnauss Wisden (NiNoKuni.)

Orochimaru (Naruto.)

Braz D. Blood (Blood Lad.)

Douman Ashiya (Tokyo Ravens.)

Shidou Dairenji (Tokyo Ravens.)

Dr. Yung (Pokemon: The Mastermind Of The Mirage Pokemon.)

Mr Big (Michael Jackson's Moonwalker.)

Grings Kodai (Pokemon: Zoroark: Master Of Illusions.)

Dick Dastardly (Scooby Doo Movie.)

Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist.)

Hidan (Naruto Shippuden.)

Mandrake (Earwig And The Witch.)

Murder The Clown (Goosebumps.)

Kai Chisaki (My Hero Academia.)

The Grabber (The Black Phone.)

The Gold Watcher (Dark Deception.)

Miroku Yukihiko (Get Backers.)

Sartorius Kumar (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.)

Schneizel El Britannia (Code Geass.)

Chairman Rose (Pokemon SWSH.)

Koichi Shidou (Highschool Of The Dead.)

The Riddler (Assault On Arkham.)

Sugou Nobuyuki (Sword Art Online.)

The Handsome Young Man (A Tale Dark & Grimm.)

The Pied Piper (Shrek 4.)

Aizen Sosuke (Bleach.)

Demiurge (Overlord.)

I plan on drawing more of my favourite villains at some point.

[mysteryandnonstopfun]

Swanfire AU Emma Swan is the best spy at Wonderland, the best agency in the USA. Her new mission is to find a lead to the whereabouts of "The Crocodile Hunters," a foreign organization founded by three weird old men who wanted to be known as "Doctor Victor," "The Mad Hatter," and "Mr. Gold." For a long time, they seemed to be harmless lunatic friends doing some experiments here and there. Until they create some kind of weapon with the ability to destroy the world, many people, good and bad, are looking for them and the blueprints of the new invention. Emma will most likely find it before they end up in bad hands. The only clue her team has is Mr. Gold's son, Bealfire, a college literature professor at the local university in Tallahasse. She will pretend to be a new physics professor, seduce him, find his father and those blueprints. The plan is easy; that's nothing she hasn't done before. What could go wrong?

[pr0crastin]

A teaspoon of crazy

Annie Cresta hasn’t always been always mad. Sometimes, when there’s complete peace- not silence (the silence just sets her off) but the kind of peace that comes from sitting in a meadow after it’s rained and listening to the chirping crickets- she can remember what it’s like to have a mind that makes sense.

She remembers inventing her own recipes for these eccentric desserts which people were always wary of trying and would then always end up demolishing.

She remembers having the attention span to sit and complete an entire five thousand piece puzzle. Now, most days her hands shake too much for her to even tear the plastic wrapping off the box.

But here in the meadow, with the smell of petrichor and the soft grass under her fingers, she feels like maybe she could pretend to be a normal girl, if only just for a little while. Of course the peace doesn’t last, it never does. No one is stupid enough to think that winning the hunger games means you’re safe.

Not even when you drive a stake through the heart of your last remaining enemy. No. Shank isn’t the enemy. He didn’t choose to leave his sickly mother and his five little brothers to fight to death in a cage for the amusement of rich people. Shank isn’t the enemy and he doesn’t deserve this, so Annie closes her eyes and imagines she’s driving the stake through Snow. It doesn’t make it easier, but it gets her out of that arena.

Her mentor is waiting on the other side, and he looks like he was in there with her. Annie is screaming. She’s exhausted down to her bones, and her voice barely works anymore (she wonders if it ever will again), but she can feel Shank’s blood on her fingers and she can’t stop screaming. She wants it off. She wants it gone. (She wants to be gone, too, but that’s harder to explain)

Everyone is very confused. She just won the 70th Hunger Games- she should be singing from the rooftops and celebrating. She’s safe.

Of course she’s not, not really. She knows it, and, as Coriolanus Snow crowns her the victor with his crocodile smile, he knows it too.

But there’s one other person who also knows it. He’s the only one who looks even half as destroyed as she feels. He always runs to her when he sees her. The first time it happens, she has just come out of the arena and she can’t stop the shrieking sounds which keep clawing themselves out of her throat. He gathers her in his arms and squeezes her so tight that she feels her bones rattle.

But she also feels her screams die down as he contains them in his arms, and she thinks that if he keeps holding her like this, she might be able to live with herself just a little.

After that, Finnick always runs when he sees her. It’s funny that he runs towards her with the speed at which other people run away. No one can come too close to Crazy Annie, because no one knows what she might do next. The poor girl won the Hunger Games and came out of it mad.

“I don’t think I ever made it out of that arena,” she whispers one day. It’s a calm day, peaceful enough for her to sort through the noise in her head and hold a conversation. But that probably has more to do with the person holding her. The day didn’t start off calm, but looking at her now, it’s impossible to tell that she was seconds from ripping out her own throat only moments ago.

“I don’t think any of us did, my love,” he whispers against her hair. She loves it when he whispers against her hair. Especially on days where everything sounds like static and she can feel the fabric of her clothes rubbing against her skin. When he holds her like a promise and murmurs into her hair, she feels settled enough to take out of his hands and play with his fingers without thinking about breaking them.

Other times, when she feels coherent, Annie wonders when Finnick will finally decide he’s had enough. He has no shortage of options- he could court anyone from the most beautiful woman in the Capitol to Snow’s daughter herself. Annie wants him to go. There is so much out there for him and she loves him so much that she wants him to have it all.

She wants him to go, but it seems she doesn’t love him enough to let him go.

It makes her mad when he stays, too. And when she gets mad, she takes it out on him. He doesn’t deserve this, she thinks in a moment of clarity, as she aims a vase for his head. His lightening fast reflexes save him, of course, he didn’t win the Hunger Games for nothing, and the glass shatters against the wall, taking an ugly painting with it.

Maybe he did win the Hunger Games for nothing, she tells him, because he’s wasting away his freedom shackled to her.

“You think I feel shackled to you?” He says, and his sea green eyes swim with hurt. Haven’t I done enough to prove that I love you? the hunch of his shoulders says. She absolutely hates herself for hurting him, and she takes that out on him, too.

“I feel shackled to you!” She screams, and can’t he see that she’s trying to be selfless? She will always need him, but he doesn’t need her. And he definitely doesn’t deserve her. She lobs a fork at him, as if to prove her point, and he dodges it. He catches the candle labra and sidesteps the flying metal tray, and he does it so calmly that she feels more and more unhinged with each step he takes towards her. He pauses when she reaches for the chair, and then he moves faster than she can.

He runs to her, and Annie freezes. She understands now, why he runs. He’s trying to get to her before her demons do, she thinks with a choked sob, and sinks to her knees with it.

There are no words, just arms which feel like home lifting her as if she weighs nothing and carrying her away from the mess that she has created herself. Her Their living room is a good reflection of what’s going on inside her mind, and it’s ironic that it’s also symbolic of their relationship.

She just wants to be normal.

“I’m never going to change,” she mutters, over and over again as he lays her down on the bed. She clutches at him like he’ll disappear if she loosens her grip, because surely no one is this good. No one is this pure. He must be a hallucination.

“Good,” the look he gives her is long and hard. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Finnick Odair and Crazy Annie,” she scoffs, and her breathing is sporadic. He places a hand over her heart to settle her, and she doesn’t wonder why it works. She wonders if she sounds as bitter as she feels. “The Golden Boy and his Lunatic.”

There are fingers on her chin, tipping her head up towards the most brilliant pair of eyes. Even in her haziest moments, she never forgets the ring of green in a sea of blue, sparkling with an emotion she can’t quite put her finger on.

“Yes,” he says, and a part of her is grateful he doesn’t correct her- doesn’t bother with false consolations that she will be okay one day. “My Lunatic.”

“You don’t have to have a lunatic,” she chokes out, but it comes as more of a sob, and she can feel her vision blur with the same tears she cried when she made her first kill. She feels like she’s killing Finnick, too. “You deserve a normal girl.”

He closes his eyes when the second word leaves her mouth, as if he doesn’t want to listen to the rest. Maybe it’s because he knows what’s coming and he’s tired of being reminded of his situation. Doesn’t he understand that she’s giving him a way out? It hurts to be selfless, and most of the time even her thoughts aren’t her own, but for him, shes trying. For him, she wants something better.

“There is nothing better,” he says sharply, and she wonders if she even thinks in her head anymore. Nothing, he says, not no one. As if he knows that she believes there is not just a greater person but a better situation for him to be in. “And if there is, I don’t want it I-”

His voice breaks and Annie makes a wish. She wishes she was someone who could comfort him. She has no words, not even the gibberish ones, so she offers a hand at the back of his head, buried in his bronzed curls to pull him closer even though she was supposed to be pushing him away.

“When will you understand,” he whispers into the skin of her neck, and she doesn’t remember much, but she remembers what it is to shiver. “There’s no normal for people like you and me. You are my normal girl.”

She doesn’t speak, because it’s easier to be selfish this way. There’s only so much of herself she can sacrifice in trying to let him go. Maybe she’ll succeed some other day, when she’s stronger. And better. There is nothing better. He presses his nose to her jaw, as if he can hear her thoughts and he knows he needs to remind her.

The fight drains out of her.

Annie pulls him closer and presses a kiss to his hair, hoping it will bring him the same comfort he brings her, even though it’s impossible for anything to feel like what Finnick makes her feel.

His eyes were sparkling at her, she realises.

[cordeliaflyte]

was tagged by zanna @blackhyena to post my top 9 books of all time :) in no particular order + considering the answer would probably change if i was asked tomorrow:

brideshead revisited by evelyn waugh

sklepy cynamonowe (cinnamon shops/the street of crocodiles) by bruno schulz

le petit prince (the little prince) by antoine de saint-exupéry

piranesi by susanna clarke

giovanni's room by james baldwin

the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde

notre dame de paris (the hunchback of notre dame) by victor hugo

l'étranger (the outsider) by albert camus

ferdydurke by witold gombrowicz

tagging @everythingmatters @thalassiokhtos @nizynskis @barfusstanzen @meadowsidevalley @musicfromhistongue @ptactwo @twodoorsnotone @halloumis if you wish to do this :)