#coco's ocs

[dreamybard]

a sweet immortal gift of Sun Ritsu in his server and Radiant State from bulgariansumo over on Tapas

[chaosandmarigolds]

Ahem ahem, John Price getting drunk at some family dinner-

The car ride was icy, the only sounds coming from the tires on the pavement and your sharp, annoyed breaths. You kept your eyes glued to the road, hands gripping the wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white. John sat slouched in the passenger seat, arms crossed, his brow furrowed in mild frustration. His usually sharp, calm demeanor was dulled from the drinks he’d had, but even tipsy, he wasn’t a fan of the frosty treatment he was getting.

“Alright,” he finally said, breaking the silence with a gruff tone. “How long are you planning to keep this up?��

You didn’t look at him. “Keep what up, John?"

“The silent treatment,” he said, his voice edging with irritation. “You’ve been seething since we left. Just spit it out already."

You snorted bitterly. “Oh, I already did. Back at the party when I told you to stop drinking after the third pint. But clearly, my words didn’t mean much, did they?”

He let out a low groan, dragging a hand down his face. “I wasn’t that bad.”

You shot him a glare that could have burned a hole in steel. “You tried to arm wrestle my cousin, John. My fucking 16 year old cousin, who hasn't picked up a weight, ever!!"

His lips pressed into a thin line, but he couldn’t help the faint twitch of amusement at the memory. “I thought I could take him.”

“Don’t you dare laugh,” you snapped, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You made a spectacle of yourself—and me. I had to apologize for you all night.”

His amusement vanished as quickly as it came. “I didn’t mean to make you look bad,” he said, his tone softening slightly.

“Oh, well, mission accomplished,” you said with a bitter laugh. “And to think, I warned you. I specifically told you not to overdo it, but you couldn’t help yourself. Now I get to spend the ride home playing nursemaid to my grown husband because you don’t know your limits.”

His jaw tightened, clearly getting annoyed. “Alright, love, you’ve made your point. I cocked up. Can we move on now?”

“No, we can’t move on,” you snapped, gripping the wheel tighter. “Because you do this all the time. You push too hard, whether it’s work, family gatherings, or—oh, I don’t know—literally everything. And who gets to deal with the fallout? Me.”

“That’s not fair,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “I don’t do this ‘all the time,’ and you know it. I made one mistake tonight. Can we not blow it out of proportion?”

“Blow it out of proportion?” you repeated, incredulous. “You nearly fell into the bloody cake table, John!”

He exhaled sharply, looking out the window as if searching for patience. “Fine. I messed up. Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Happy now?”

“No,” you said firmly. “Because it’s not just about tonight. It’s about the fact that I have to worry about you constantly—whether you’re out there risking your neck on missions or here at home acting like nothing can touch you. Do you know how exhausting that is?”

That seemed to knock the fight out of him. He turned to look at you, his expression softening. “Love,” he said quietly, his voice rough with regret. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I didn’t think… I just… I’m sorry.”

You didn’t respond, your jaw tight as you stared at the road.

After a long pause, he sighed. “I hate it when you’re mad at me,” he admitted, his voice low. “Even when I deserve it. But you’ve got to know… you’re everything to me. I’d be lost without you. And yeah, I’m a bloody idiot sometimes, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to.”

You didn’t answer, but your grip on the wheel loosened slightly.

“I mean it,” he continued, his voice softer now. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I’ll do better. I swear.”

You sighed heavily, your shoulders slumping as some of your anger ebbed away. “You’re still on thin ice,” you muttered.

He smiled faintly, sensing he was finally breaking through. “Fair enough. But you know you can’t stay mad at me forever.”

“Don’t push your luck, Price,” you warned, though your tone had lost some of its sharpness.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he said, leaning closer to press a kiss to your hand. “You’re the boss, love. Always have been.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched upward. “You’re cooking breakfast tomorrow. And cleaning up.”

“Done,” he said immediately. “Anything else, love?”

“Yeah,” you said, pulling into the driveway. “Don’t make me regret forgiving you.”

“Never."

(Again, comments and feedback mean the world to me. Toodles!!)

[navusare]

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[coco-cinnamon]

Better Than Me?

౨ৎ Warnings: cursing, drinking, Y/N being a bit of a player (I've never wrote Y/N doing that so lmao), sexual themes, degrading, smut, Rafe being an ass but, when is he not lol 18+ MDNI.

౨ৎ Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Kook Reader.

౨ৎ Summary: When Y/N is at a party, she messes with Rafe, pretending like she's tired of him and going to go to Topper for her new sex buddy but, Rafe makes sure she learns her lesson.

౨ৎ Word Count: 900+ words.

౨ৎ Author's Note: this was originally supposed to be a re-write of one of my old Topper fics but, it turned into a Rafe fic lmao. I'll post the old Topper fic soon.

©coco-cinnamon 2024, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

Sipping your beer from a red solo cup, you surveyed the lively party. The pulsing music reverberated in your chest, as Rafe Cameron's parties always went all out. When one of your friends caught your eye and waved you over to the dance floor, you smiled back, ready to join her. But before you could make your way through the crowd, a hand suddenly gripped your arm.

Attempting to pull your arm away, you snap, "What the fuck?!" But it's no use - their grip is like iron around your arm. You whip yourself around to see who had grabbed you. Looking up, you're met with ocean blue eyes staring down into yours, hazy with lust. "What the fuck do you want, Rafe?" you ask, finally managing to yank your arm out of his grip. He just smirks at you, his eyes a mix of amusement and lust. "That isn't any way to greet the host, is it?"

You crossed your arms, your gaze piercing up at him. "Again, what the hell do you want?" you asked.

He smirked. "Well, I figured since you came to my party, we could head up to my bedroom. I'm sure we could do way more interesting things up there than you would be able to do over there with your friends."

You cocked a brow, considering his words. He watched you, his impatience growing evident on his face. With a sarcastic smile, you said, "Thanks, but no thanks," and began to turn away. Before you could fully turn around and walk off, he yanked you back to face him again. Rolling your eyes, you groaned, "what now?"

"I thought we had something good going on here." he said, tilting his head quizzically. "We did, at first." you replied with a small shrug. His jaw clenched slightly as he growled, "What do you mean 'at first'?" Maintaining a calm demeanor and a small smirk, you replied, "Exactly what I said. At first, we had a pretty sweet thing, but then I got bored. Plain and simple." You crossed your arms as you continued, "You care more about your own pleasure than mine, so I'm no longer interested."

Rafe scoffed bitterly. "No longer interested? That's bullshit, Y/N, and you know it. You and I both know there's no one here who can make you feel as good as I do. No one knows your body like I do. Do you really think any of these idiots could make you cum the way I can?" He growled, tightening his grip on your shoulders.

You smirked up at him. "Maybe, maybe not. But it's worth a shot to see if anyone can do better. As of right now, I've got my eye on him." You gestured towards Topper Thornton, who was across the room drinking and chatting with Kelce. Rafe let out a mocking laugh, as if the very notion was absurd. "Really?! Topper Thornton is who you're interested in?" he scoffed. "That's got to be a joke, Y/N. You'd actually lower your standards that much?"

"I think I already lowered my standards when I started sleeping with you," you retorted with a smirk, knowing you were getting under his skin. You begin to speak once again, "I mean, Topper is very attractive. Or if you'd rather, I could go and sleep with Maybank. I know for a fact that he'd know how to—"

But you get cut off as Rafe's hand suddenly wraps around your throat. He yanks you forward, his nose only inches from yours. The height difference causes you to rise up on your tiptoes. "Cut it out Y/N or I swear to god I will take you up those fucking stairs right now and fuck your ass so hard that you won't be able to walk the next day." He said, his voice lethally soft. You look up at him, remaining defiant as a a smirk playing on your lips before you speak "I think I'd rather Topper over there to fuck me."

"You want Topper to fuck you?! Fine!" He snaps, his grip around your throat tightening slightly as he continues, "but just know that I will make you beg on your fucking hands and knees when you crawl back to me, begging me for my cock because Topper couldn't fuck you properly." With that, he roughly drops you. You glance over to where Topper stands with Kelce, then shift your gaze back to Rafe. He smirks down at you, tilting his head. "Well? What are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to whore yourself out to Topper." His grin widens as he sees your face twist with annoyance. "Or are you having second thoughts?"

You glared at him before turning around and starting to make your way towards Topper. But before you could reach him, Rafe came over and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder. He then smacked your ass roughly, eliciting a squeak from you.

"I- what the hell, Rafe?!" you yelled as he carried you towards the stairs. "Did you really think I was going to let you fuck him? You're mine, Y/N, and by the end of the night the only name that will be able to leave your lips is mine," he growled.

౨ৎ Author's Note: tysm for reading, babes! part two coming soon!

[secondary-colorentimy]

little chibis for my twst x coco fanevent and again, also idia who isnt actually in my event but he was fan voted in because someone asked that i also make an outfit for him so hes an honorary member here

[musubiki]

its been a while since my last summer mochi 🌺🏖️

[wigglybug]

🌺

[greatestjubilee]

pencil doodles

[doozyfrog]

more wha art!! 💐

and old oc redraw

[pomfrittes]

the musician and the magistrate 💞

[tillythesilly]

The baker is concerned…

Another fake collab with @i-ate-your-dog-srry with my Welcome Home OC, Vanilla Coco!

[kkopimint]

B: Is something wrong, Hiro? H: No, everything is fine

H: The characters from the other studio aren't coming out today? B: I am not sure, do you want me to ask? H: Nah, no need, let's go. B: Your mood has changed, is it because of the photo? Helping you clarify your doubts makes me a good medical companion. H: i'm fineee

H: I'm just curious about it...

M: Look Papá Héctor, It's the boy and his robot again! PH: you see him passing by every day, Miguel... (and don't leave me dancing alone)

Lord only knows that if I were fluent in English, I would be too powerful.

Disney released a trailer for its 100th anniversary, a short film bringing together several of its characters (aka, 14 year old me making crossover videos, but with less quality lol).

At the end of the day, it will only be Disney characters, so Miguel won't be in there (please let this age badly, I want a pixel of interaction, Disney) So I drew this to get rid of that interaction that was eating me since 2 days ago.

[chaosandmarigolds]

“I wonder what you think of.”

johnny slowly looks up from the morning mug of coffee and to you. A few blinks before he replied, ��Currently?”

“mmhm.”

“An a honest answer?”

“those are the only ones that matter.”

he shrugged, “m thinking bout how I didn’t clear building properly back in ‘18 and I killed a family.” He saw your face fall but he went on, “How everyone said it was causalities and sure they happen but these were…meaningless, caused my own daftness. Lil girl, Gail’s age, an her ma n pa, holed up in the basement cellar. Didn’t check it right. Went through with the demolition- it wasn’t even one that was important just a diversion.”

he looks back up at you, your gaze sad. So he shoved all of the feelings he was hiding back into their little cage, ensuring the key was hidden within the nooks memories. “All in the past, love, biscuits ready yet?”

(….i don’t even know idk I feel like I jus wanted to write a lil blurb with him actually having…real human emotion bc he silly and goofy and I LOVE HIM but he’s also traumatized and he’s also seen things so idk. I feel like that’s how it is with a lot of things, if we like a certain aspect of someone we can just shun the reality we know to be true away because we wouldn’t dare taint the pureness of how perceived them. I just don’t see it all that much so I wanted to dabble. Toootles! <3)

[yulgurr]

my daughter btw

[osogrr]

Coco 👍

[secondary-colorentimy]

“you made up a dia de los muertos twst event in your head based around your own oc? can you elaborate???”

in theory……..perchance… 🤨 yes but no but yes

(vil is the only really detailed one cause id be a big fat liar if i said i havent been DYING to draw him in something like this for a LOOOONG time now 🙏)