#mr. zero

[lostuzumaki]

Luffy reincarnated to past AU

Part31

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[inosukz]

(EPISODE 1086) SIR CROCODILE 😍 — ✦ ONE PIECE

[moonydustx]

Crocodile x F!Reader

warnings: a little smut at the end.

The first time you caught him looking at you it was just curious irises on top of the scar that adorned his face. Despite how little time you had been working at the casino, it wasn't uncommon to notice Crocodile's curious gaze roaming over all the employees, except this day was different.

"Good evening sir." you simply responded as he approached the bar counter. "What do you want to drink?"

"If I remember, this isn't your place." he said. Even with a long counter separating you, the shine of his hook almost stole all your attention.

"Yeah, today I traded with Sirah."

In your response, it was possible to perceive the fearful tone. He was your boss and as much as you hated being there at that moment, you still needed a job.

"Are your red eyes related to this?" he asked, the hook resting on the counter as he seemed to analyze your every expression. "Are we having any problems with guests?"

"No, it was just bullshit." You tried to put on your best smile and put the topic out of Crocodile's mind, from the way he was looking at you that wouldn't be enough. "I caught my ex cheating on me with someone else this week, they both work here and today they seemed more concerned about throwing shade at me than anything else."

Only an indecipherable growl left the lips of the infamous man in front of you. He turned his back to you and began to observe the rest of the casino.

"I'm sorry I bothered you with that." Your voice was lower than expected, but it didn't go unnoticed.

"Bring me something to drink, please. Something strong." he ordered and within minutes the glass was next to him on the counter.

In the first sip he could smell whiskey along with some citrus notes and something else that he couldn't immediately decipher. Strong but tasty.

"Make yourself a drink too. I recommend the same as mine." he said and left, leaving you alone with your own thoughts.

The second time you saw him look differently was shortly after you had spoken at the casino bar. It was the second time you had consciously realized this. Other people had already told you that the most feared look in the casino seemed to follow you for a while.

That night Crocodile had some of his business partners around a betting table along with some members of Baroque Works. You didn't expect that and you also didn't expect Miss All Sunday to come find you and tell you that according to Mr. 0's orders he wanted you to command his VIP gaming table.

"Let's see..." you waited for everyone to turn over their cards, analyzing the deck. "Looks like Mr.0 won, again." Crocodile's laugh echoed through the room as you dragged the chips towards him.

"This is unfair." one of the men complained, amidst a disbelieving laugh.

"I bet that little girl over there is helping him." one of the others grumbled, frustrated at losing all his money. Before he could continue, Crocodile interrupted him.

"Be careful with the next words you say." your body shivered completely when you felt his hand touch your waist. "Don't blame the lady for my streak of luck. It's not her fault she's my good luck charm tonight."

His eyes searched yours, a mischievous smile on his lips brought a slight laugh from yours even though you felt your body burn - and weren't so sure why.

The third time you could barely meet his eyes. Every time I opened your eyes the image was too intense to be able to stand firm.

His eyes remained fixed on your body in front of the mirror. His hook holding your legs open as you squirm on top of his lap. His hand fingered your intimacy, tracing circles on your clit while he admired the scene against the mirror. In addition to your moans in the background, you could hear your ex knocking on your door and calling you without the slightest idea of ​​what was happening.

"I bet that bastard didn't make you feel like that, did he?" Crocodile slid his fingers to your entrance, just teasing you. "I'm proud that you're mine now, my good girl." he slowly licked your neck making you squirm even more

"Please Sir." You asked, turning your face and finding his lips. Crocodile was intense in everything he did and taking your lips to him was no different.

Before you could recover from the lost air he slowly penetrated you with a finger, the cold touch of his rings against your sensitive intimacy made you scream.

"Keep it up my dear." he increased the speed soon giving space to one more digit. "Be loud let him know who you belong to now."

. . .

a/n: just an idea that popped into my head this weekend and I wanted to write it quickly. Perhaps, among the many lost wip, I will write the complete story.

[holykhepri]

Selfie with the Arrows!! ✨️

[princesslizzyafton]

He...

Chm

Hello... Again.

Hi!! How are you?

[teddytedbert]

bug :)

[southpark3d]

By Curtis "Mr. Zero" Perry, ca. 1997.

[voxessell]

A GOD'S MUSE <- AO3

18+ for sexual content

[[ I've written for a long time but this is my first ever fic! Dofuwani body worship inspired by a Kinktober calendar I had saved ]]

[dcbinges]

Batman #121 (1959) by Curt Swan, Stan Kaye & Ira Schnapp

[whole-fruit-pie]

Mr. Zero doodle

[rastronomicals]

8:24 PM EST February 15, 2025:

Keith Relf - "Mr. Zero" Roger The Engineer Bonus Material (2016)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Repertoire Records double CD for the 50th anniversary.

This is material from the single sessions Relf recorded in 1966, and appended somewhat incongruously as a bonus track, Epic 5-10044, in the US anyway

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[lostuzumaki]

Luffy reincarnated to past AU

Part28

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[scrcrwfsh]

mmmphhfgh

The somewhat sexual quality of sand

[monkeerotica]

Michael being tortured slowly by Zero, putting him in various scenarios that has him screaming, crying, and wounds littering his body. This is what he gets for getting in the way of stealing Peter’s soul. He may not be able to take Michael’s soul but he will break it and he will make the others watch as their leader becomes nothing more but a hollow shell.

anon, this was such a good idea i let it get away from me a little bit and ended up writing a whole theological treatise. hope you enjoy. -author 🦋

the ninth circle

As Hades, he had dominion over everything precious under the earth. Gold. Silver. Oil. He knew—indeed, he decreed—that all of these things were most precious when found in their purest form, a scarcity worth lying, cheating, killing, enslaving for. Peter Tork’s soul was like that. Brilliantly, remarkably pure. Peter sported the innocence of a child, but with none of the unripe greenness of a child’s soul. 

And for a moment, he had held it in the palm of his hand. Now, though, it was gone. He was back at zero.

He had taken it away. That long-haired Dan’l Webster in his Paul Bunyan hat. Zero had never known hate like the hate he had for Michael Nesmith. There was no threshold of pain he could inflict on Michael that would begin to approach the torment of parting with Peter’s soul. Never mind that the flames were merely set dressing, the pitchforks mostly ornamental. Zero could think of no punishment excruciating enough. His most avowed enemies (to hear them tell it), those red-capped cardinals of Isabella, knew what to do with treachery like this. The rack. The screws. The breaking wheel. What days those were! He stood tall when he walked the earth then, and dined with kings and popes. But not a soul of the bunch was pure. None as pure as Peter.

He could keep Michael here forever. What good would it do? The human body was a cheap toy. Michael’s would burst into its composite atoms under the kind of torture Zero had in mind. Nothing less would be worth it. He wanted to see him seethe, wail his vocal cords bloody, gnash his teeth till they shattered like china. Oh, to see his friends’ faces fall when Michael finally broke! As if it should come as any surprise. Such a funny creation, the body. Good only as a sheath for the soul, and even then it was about as hardy as a candle flame in a windstorm. 

None of it mattered. Bodily pain was a mere distraction. The anguish that Zero felt was deeper than reality itself. 

If he could get at Michael’s soul, on the other hand, that would almost make up for it. The power to destroy his own soul was inside of the boy already. Zero had only to show him the easiest way to do it. That was the full sum, the source of his power. Human fallibility. Should he perch on Michael’s shoulder, as it were, as he loved his women, and whisper that another would love him better? He could slip into what Michael kept closest to his soul. Music. If he could sour him on music, he would consider cutting the loss of Peter’s soul. With every song Michael put to paper, Zero would fill his ears with the rattle of coins, the blazing breath of a million screaming fans, and one day, Michael would be his. He would give in to his worst impulses, they always did, even the ones as full of love as he was. They may have won Peter. 

But he would have Michael.

[yudol-skorbi]

i am at the point where if i dont finish now i'll newer finish so yeah the rest of the gaaaaaang

[princesslizzyafton]

ИлиElizabeth, I've done everything as you said, your brothers are waiting for you.

Thank you very much. Everything is how it should be