I will bury you.

{ permanent hiatus and never coming back. }

[desxrtspada]

     Takes one look at all those freed up territories in the New World after the fall of that bastard Whitebeard... and plans where to plant her businesses.

[rpdepartment]

иσ hopes иσ dreams                   now вσω вєfσяє уσυя кιиg

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@regina-xor.

;; 1. There’s always drama if Crocobabe is involved. 

;; 2. Only her Doflamingo is begrudgingly allowed to call her that, so don’t tell Boa about it. 

;; 3. Croc never plays. 0 to 100 in a split second flat. 

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"Hmph..." B|

@regina-xor.

“You seem to be making that irritatingly bratty noise a lot today…,” she answered the huff in her low voice, reaching up to remove the cigar from her teeth as her golden gaze turned to the snake princess. She rested her wrist against her knee as she crossed her legs and spoke calmly.

“Before you move forward and sass me with that petulant little mouth of yours, allow me to me remind you that the only thing keeping me from destroying your barbaric little kingdom out of spite is the fact that you’ve never particularly aggravated me. Do not ruin that for yourself, girl.”

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notarealflamingo:

On seeing her fading smile it only made his grow wider. He had got her. He knew her too well–he knew she had a hatred of that scar. And even though he loved every bit of her, couldnt help but use her flaws against her in an argument such as this.

His smile only fades a tad as she begins to speak and places his head into his hands, pretending to yawn and not give two shits about who she could be with. Hell– he knew she was right, he wouldnt be able to find a woman of her standards anywhere. However, that could be said about him too– no man would be able to please her. Well– not like he could.

An eyebrow raises when she mentioned coming over to seduce him and only lets out a laugh, leaning back in the chair he was in.. 

❝ Oh my ! 𝓕𝓾𝓯𝓾 ! How sad ! ❞

❝ You actually think I need you ?! 𝓕𝓾𝓯𝓾𝓯𝓾 ! And now youre reverting to petty hypocrisy ?! “False king ?! ” HAH! I didnt think you were this pathetic, Crocobabe. ❞

❝ Good luck ! 𝓕𝓾𝓯𝓾 ! Better men than me ?! Id adore to see that, Hun. Ahh– sorry but.. ❞ he taps his chin ❝ Wouldnt it be hard for an Old hard-faced hag to find someone as attractive as me? Plus on top of that, men prefer younger women.. Of course theres the rare few that do not. On the other hand, women prefer the older type.. Unfortunately for you– the older type are.. well.. tssss… On their last legs.. ❞

An old hard-faced hag... hmm... Oh, he was really trying to use her age against her. He didn’t seem to mind her age the last time he was between her legs, but that was neither here nor there. She swirled the whiskey around in her glass slightly, a small motion of her wrist that she didn’t even notice herself doing, warm golden gaze upon him... until she stood up and sat her glass down on the table beside her.

“You’re the same as you were when you were a young man... Talking and talking... Going on and on and hoping your pitiful little insults will amount to something as long as you continuously hurl them in great quantities at someone...”

“Well. I am departing for the night now,” she said, grabbing her fur coat from her chair and throwing it around her shoulders before walking away, her heels clicking against the floor. “Enjoy your right hand.”

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"Fufu~ My, My- Did you miss me then?" -she presses a kiss to the other woman's cheek then with a sly smile-

@bloominghands.

For whatever reason, the woman’s teasing but playful voice was almost irritating to her… Miss her? Crocodile missed no one - to miss someone would require a feeling of personal affection, which Crocodile had to try very little to avoid. No, she did not miss the Devil Child. In fact - memories of the traitorous woman that crossed her mind often resulted in crushed whiskey glasses when no one was around. However–

“You are far too intelligent to think that I missed you,” she replied quietly, tilting her chin up and looking down at the woman in her lap with keen golden eyes. Her grip on Robin’s waist tightened harshly, long fingers pressing into her hips, as if to remind her of just whom she was speaking with. 

No further words were needed from the former Warlord and she truly did not require an answer from Robin. Her hand pushed Robin into a different position on her lap, forcibly moving the woman’s shapely legs in order to straddle Croc’s lap, a position very pleasing to Crocodile. Her hand ran closely from Robin’s waist to her back, gripping tightly on her clothing before smoothing back out.

She sat back again, distrustful gaze upon the Devil Child’s blue eyes. “Is there a reason you have come to torment me today?”

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-kisses her scar and sits on her lap tbh- u vu <3

@bloominghands.

Her hand snaked securely around the woman’s trim waist while the sneaky Devil Child kissed her scar. The attention on this particular feature of her facade was… unwelcome… and drew a distinct growl-like hum from the businesswoman – but when these infringements were immediately followed by Robin sitting on her lap, Crocodile could ignore such a trespass.

Once Robin was settled, Crocodile’s eyes narrowed while observing her closely with distrust. The rounded side of her hook ran up the dark haired woman’s back before turning in an instant to hook around Robin’s neck, pulling her head in a direction to open her throat to Crocodile - where she promptly lowered her head to press her lips to Robin’s neck, taking a deep breath through her nose to taste her… before slowly and sensuously kissing up her neck to her jaw.

Possessive… Crocodile was exceedingly possessive of her former employee… She wasn’t on the payroll anymore, but Robin was still Crocodile’s, as far as the former Warlord was concerned… And if Robin thought she could simply visit Crocodile and leave without putting work in, she was wrong. 

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notarealflamingo:

Owch– that hurt.. Though, he made sure not to show it and instead gave her a large smile, after all.. It would piss her off that he found her words amusing.. He knew–well he thought that those harsh words were just because she was a jealous piece of shit.. well– if she wants to play that way..He wasn’t going to hold back.

❝ 𝓞h come on. ❞

❝ 𝓦hy do you think I go from woman to woman? Are you that Idiotic? Youre pathetic! 𝓕𝓾𝓯𝓾.. I mean.. Have you ever looked in a mirror since you got that scar? Im sure you dont.. Its revolting.. Dishonourable even.. Why would I want to see–or even fuck someone with such a mark on their face. It screams “failure”. ❞

Crocodile’s prideful smile, sly and arrogant, slowly slipped from her dark lips the more he spoke, beginning with idiotic and falling into a genuine dissatisfied frown upon failure. This son of a bitch... He knew her far too well for her liking. It was all she could not to tear his throat out right then and there...

So she smiled.

She took a deep puff of her cigar, the end lighting up in a deep red color to match her hidden rage. “Go from woman to woman. From shivering virgin to worn out whore... None of them will satisfy you to the extent that I have... There are other men, better men than you... I hardly need you, but you need me... It is too bad that I am revolting... I had come here today with the intentions of seducing you, however... --- I would hate to dishonor a false King like you...”

[la-bellucci]

[kamerov-deactivated20170502]

It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much—to hold it in your arms—and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.

Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn (via kamerov)

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;; she talks shit, but I have icons like this for a reason.

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notarealflamingo:

Doflamingo fiddles with hands. He was infact going through a dry spell.. For some reason, no one wanted anything to do with him sexually! He must have been losing his touch with age.. Well he blamed that– and younger girls always seemed to be easier to swoon. So, everything crocobabe assumed was correct.. He just didnt like hearing it.

“Don’t tell me that you’re just now realizing how unattractive you are...,” she said with a small condescending chuckle, disdain coloring her olive features. So pathetic, to be preying on young women who didn’t know any better... “Well, no one else is surprised at all. You’ve always been this ugly.”

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“I cannot say that I am surprised he so shamelessly flirts with inexperienced little girls... He must like the way they blush so easily,” she griped, pulling her cigar from her teeth and letting out a puff of smoke. “But to choose a scrawny thing like that blonde... He must be going through a dry spell...”

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When he leaned upwards as she pushed her hand along his torso to remove his shirt, her eyes left his chest, as pleasing a sight as it was, to rest on his face. He had removed his glasses, and no matter how many times she saw his face, she couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate just how very handsome he was... It was a tragedy, honestly, that he sought to conceal his face so thoroughly from the public.

So enamored with her lover’s face was she that she didn’t even notice him pin her down until the motion nearly knocked the breath from her, her brows furrowing for a moment before relaxing as he growled at her, an aggressive gesture that might have frightened someone else but excited her. Indeed, docile... Tch... He certainly wasn’t docile. She preferred this lustful and wild side of him. 

Although - she gave a growl of her own when he ripped off her suit blouse and shirt - perhaps too wild was too much. “My suits are expensive and you will pay for damages...,” she snarled, ripping her hand from his to pull on the waist of his trousers, pulling him towards her. “I’d hate to be unromantic, but let’s get on with it, darling.”

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luxe-pauvre:

Monica Bellucci by Norman Jean Roy for Vanity Fair Spain, February 2013

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@notarealflamingo.