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sandpumpkin · 4 years

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Hey Ho Pumpkin❤!!! I hope I made it in time for an opening this once🤣 Mhhhh would it be okay if I selfishly ask for number 23. or 27. of the hug prompt (I can't decide between the two,,, so whatever you'd rather do is absolutely fine with me💜)for me and my Biscuitknight🥺👉👈? If you don't do selfship asks for this opening tho then just Cracker with a female s/o please😋💖! Thank you very much and I hope you get lots of good requests!!!💕

I went with 27! If that’s okay :) I will always write Crachelle for you!!!

Snuggle that big ole cookie!!!

Hug-A-Palooza

27 because your nose fit so well the crook of their neck

Sugar Snap.

Cracker sighed, yawning loudly as he looked at the towering stack of paper on his desk. No matter how many he stamped and signed another pile reappeared quickly. He would never get to go home at this rate. Before it never really bothered him. Home was usually empty but now he had an adorable little cookie waiting for him and a little family of his own. Resting his head on a fist he yawned again. Any motivation he had had worn away from the monotonous paperwork. Slowly he felt himself drifting off to sleep unable to even look at the scattered papers. He opened an eye lazily as a knock at the door brought him out of his daze.

“What is it?!” he snapped, the door was pushed open and a bright smile crossed his face, as his eyes fell upon Michelle who greeted him with a soft smile.

“I thought you might be busy, so I brought you some lunch.” she said crossing the large office to him setting a basket of food on the desk “and I was right to do so.. This is quite the tower.”

Cracker sighed “I’ll be home late.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, moving around his desk and opened her arms to him. Cracker blinked and grinned, she knew how to soothe him. Wasting no time, he gently tugged her toward him and she slipped her arms around his thick neck and buried her face into the crook of his neck humming in satisfaction. It was her favourite spot to rest her head during cuddles. Cracker squeezed her tightly, she fit against him so perfectly like puzzle pieces. He smiled as she kissed his neck softly, he trembled from her breath. She was so warm and smelt like fresh biscuits.

This woman will be the death of me..

“Let me know when you’re on your way home and I’ll run you a bath. You’ll need to relax after such a busy day.”

“You spoil me, my sweet little sugar cookie.” Cracker grinned, lifting her onto his lap so hold her closer “No. I won’t be late. I want to spend time with you and our little biscuits” he said planting a kiss to her forehead. “Now how about-”

They both fell silent as a loud grumble echoed through the room. Michelle chuckled at the pink flush of his cheeks “hungry my sweet?” she asked, not really needing to hear his response. She moved from his lap, he growled in response wanting nothing more than to hold her for longer. Opening the basket she set his lunch down on the desk. “Trifle and Eclair added some treats in there for you too.” she added.

“I truly am spoilt aren’t I?” he looked down at the array of food and desserts and grinned wildly “not only my precious wife but my little cupcakes are all baking for me. I couldn’t ask for more.” Cracker reached for the eclair first ignoring the savoury part of the lunch. Michelle chuckled and moved away from his desk “Leaving so soon?”

“If I stay any longer it will only serve to distract you from your work.”

Cracker pouted “But I’m going to be lonely.” he whined. Michelle came back round to him, planting a kiss onto his cheek.

“Then I’ll comfort you later,” she said sternly, wiping a little cream from his lips “the sooner you’re done with work, the sooner you can be home.” Michelle stated simply, kissing him again “I’ll see you later.” she smiled, crossing the room to the door. She glanced over her shoulder “Don’t be too long. I’m lonely without you too.” closing the door behind her and leaving Cracker to his lonely lunch. Cracker’s shoulders shuddered with a deep laugh as she left the room, she was so cautious around him at first and now she scolded him here and there.

What a woman.

#pumpkin writes #charlotte cracker #crachelle #One Piece #I WILL ALWAYS WRITE YOU GUYS FOR SELFSHIPS #hug-a-palooza

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star-doll-universe · 4 years

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Michelle Goes to Candy Island (Part 1)

A little something I wrote for @one-piece-dumpster-fire in which her self insert gets to meet some of my WCI OCs. I hope you guys enjoy my nonsense and sheesh I was gonna make this all one thing but now there’s gonna be at least two parts ‘cause this shit got loooong *hides*

The sun was just beginning to poke its head above the chocolate covered hills of Biscuit Island as Michelle made her way through the shadowed halls of the Minister’s Manor. The early morning rays cast little more than a pale glow along the floor as they seeped between the heavy velvet curtains. The large home of Charlotte Cracker was eerily still and silent, not a single person seemed to be awake, which is why Michelle had been rather surprised to wake up and find the spot beside her in bed to be noticeably vacant.

She’d quickly gotten up and dressed for the day, deciding sleep would most likely escape her if her fiancé wasn’t lying next to her. It really was very odd for him to be up this early, and Michelle quickly deduced that it had been either Minister of Biscuit duties, Sweet Commander duties or a mixture of both that had dragged him from their bed this early in the morning. Therefore, she decided to pay him a visit since he was probably not in the best of moods if work really had forced him to wake up before even the Homies had begun singing their morning song. This is why Michelle was currently making her way to his office, after stopping in the kitchen to grab some quick breakfast, munching on a biscuit covered in grape jelly as she went.

Despite the darkness of the mansion’s halls, she found her way to Cracker’s office with practiced ease. Michelle scarcely knocked before pushing on the heavy door and slipping inside; her future husband never seemed to mind her dropping in on him like this. She found Charlotte Cracker crouched over his desk with a mountain of paperwork spread out before him and a cup of lukewarm coffee clenched in his fist. His signature broad smile was currently missing and was replaced by a heavy scowl of concentration as he perused what seemed like miles of important documents.

“Good morning.” Michelle stifled a yawn as she made her way over to his desk.

Cracker glanced up at she approached him.

“Sugar Cube, I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, I was up with the sun,” Michelle lied, moving around the side of the desk so she could stand beside her fiancé, scarcely reaching his bicep as she stood on tip toe to glance at his mess of paperwork. “What are you working on?”

Cracker snorted. “What aren’t I working on?!” He exclaimed with a rueful smile as he turned towards Michelle, reaching out after a moment to stroke the side of her face. “Thank you for visiting me, my dear. I appreciate it.” He then used his other hand to down the rest of his coffee before standing up from his desk.

“Where are you going?” Michelle asked as he brushed past her.

“I have some business to attend to on the southern part of the island,” Cracker explained as he threw his cape over his shoulders. “I’ll be a while, I’m afraid.”

“That’s alright.” Michelle forced a smile. “I’ll manage without you.”

Cracker chuckled. “I’m happy you understand, sweetheart.”

“Of course,” Michelle then moved over to where Cracker’s sword Pretzel was leaning against the wall and picked it up.

“Thank you,” Cracker took his blade from her and attached it to his hip. “I’ll try to be back by tonight.”

“Alright,” Michelle then leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Be safe. I’ll see you later.”

Cracker’s face was a little pink as he nodded, finally flashing her one of his signature cocky grins. “Of course, love. I’m always careful.” With this slightly callous response, he turned to go, but paused in the doorway. “By the way, one of my sisters is going to be stopping by today.”

Michelle raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Which one?”

“You haven’t met her yet. Her name is Spice. She’s a Sweet Commander like me.”

“Oh!” Michelle vaguely recalled her being mentioned before. “What’s her reason for visiting?”

“She said something about taking you to a party or something.” Cracker seemed to be struggling to remember the details; he was also probably distracted by his pressing Minister duties. “I’m sure she’ll explain when she gets here. Anyways, keep an eye out for her, and I’ll be back before you can say “souffles make terrible earmuffs”.

Michelle giggled at this silly remark as her fiancé gave one last little wave before sweeping out the door, his long magenta cape billowing behind him as he went. Soon enough, he was gone, and his future wife was forced to find some means of preoccupying herself before Cracker’s aforementioned sister arrived with her mysterious objective.

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Michelle eventually found herself in the manor’s library, which was always a slightly overwhelming experience. The second she walked into the room, every book Homie on the shelf would start clamoring all at once: “Read me!” “No! Read me!” “Read me first!” She would never understand how the old sofa slept through all of it.

Merely looking for a means of entertainment for the time being, Michelle wasn’t really all that picky on what to read. Eventually, she selected a mauve cookbook entitled “1,001 Uses for Margarine” and settled back against the cushions while the furniture snored loudly.

She had just made it to use #27 when a sharp knock on the door made her jump slightly. Michelle glanced up at the door, which looked as surprised as she was.

“Um…Come in?” Michelle offered, but the door did not open. She quickly set the book aside and was just about to get up and open it herself when, out of nowhere, a face suddenly appeared in the center of the door.

“BOO!” the face exclaimed, and Michelle shrieked, throwing her arms over her head and falling off the sofa, which finally woke up with a snort.

The face giggled rather jovially: a wide mouth and big brown eyes were alight with glee beneath short shaggy orange hair. As Michelle watched, astonished, the face was soon accompanied by a neck and then shoulders and then a torso and finally a pair of legs. Next thing she knew, a whole human was floating in the middle of the library. The figure was a young girl to be precise, around Michelle’s age. She had the brightest, most orange hair Michelle had ever seen; it looked like her face was wreathed in fire. It was also full of little hairclips in the shape of candy corn which matched the earrings, rings and necklaces that dotted all around her white round face accented by rosy cheeks and splash of tanned freckles. Her puffy orange sweater dwarfed most of her form but Michelle could still make out a rather curvy figure with a full chest and short, thick legs, the latter of which were clothed in white and yellow striped socks with thick black Mary Jane shoes on her feet. The girl grinned down at the startled Michelle on the floor, hovering near the ceiling like a chandelier, with a smile almost as wide as Cracker’s

“Hiya Michelle!”

The other woman blinked at the sound of her name, the initial shock slowly starting to fade, and she managed to clamber back to her feet. “H-Hello…Are you Spice, by any chance?”

“Yep!” Spice nodded, swooping down to suddenly alight on the ground right in front of Michelle. “I’m Charlotte Spice! Minister of Carnauba, Sweet Commander and twenty-second daughter of Big Mom, Emperor of the Sea.” She suddenly reached out and clasped Michelle’s hands. “It’s so good to finally make your acquaintance, Michelle. Cracker’s told me a lot about you.”

Michelle was still reeling, but her face went a little red from that last remark. “R-Really?”

“You bet! He doesn’t shut up about you, always gushing about how sweet and lovely you are. It’s honestly going to give me diabetes.” Spice laughed at her own joke before suddenly letting go of Michelle’s hands and jumping back into the air. “Now come on! We gotta get a move on or we’re going to be late.”

“Late?” Michelle stammered before her jaw hit the floor as she watched Spice zip back over to the door and phase THROUGH THE WALL without even slowing down. “W-Wait!” she quickly raced after her, thrusting open the door to see Spice was already halfway down the hall.

“Come on, Michelle! You gotta keep up!”

“I-I can’t, really,” Michelle called back, gripping her bad hip as she spoke. “I can’t run very well.”

“Hmm? Oh fudgsicles! That’s right, your hip is bad. Hold on!” Spice flew back over and then picked Michelle up by the waist before she had a chance to argue.

“Whoa!”

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry!”

“W-Where exactly are you taking me?” Michelle asked, clinging to the other girl rather tightly as they flew through the halls.

“I’m taking you to Candy Island! Perospero��s wife is having a little get together, and you were invited!”

“Me?”

“Of course! She and her sisters wanted to meet you before the wedding. After all, you’re going to be family now, right?”

“Oh yeah. Right.” Michelle was a little flattered at the gesture.

Spice suddenly stopped midair, jolting the other woman more than a little and causing her to grab an even bigger fistful of her giant orange sweater. “By the way, do you have a winter coat?”

Michelle blinked in confusion. “I mean yes, but isn’t Candy Island a Summer Island?”

“I mean yeah but…” Spice paused. “It’s a bit hard to explain, but trust me, you’ll want one. Now where is your room?”

“It’s on the top floor by the-WAIT CAN’T WE WALK?” Michelle shrieked as Spice took off again, dragging her through the air before she’d even finished her sentence.

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Now more than a little frazzled but winter coat firmly in hand, Michelle trooped along after Spice as she skipped and weaved her way through the streets of Biscuit Island, her feet seemingly not touching the ground for more than a few seconds. Michelle had insisted they walk to the harbor, and she was grateful that Spice had agreed to slow down a little and let the other girl get her bearings (and hopefully fix her awfully windblown hair that she was currently combing her fingers through). Despite her annoyance at zipping around the Biscuit Manor like an overly caffeinated hummingbird, Michelle couldn’t help but let her eyes continuously wander to Spice’s feet hovering a good few inches off the ground.

“Hey Spice, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm? Sure. What is it, Michelle?” the other woman glanced back at her, her orange hair looked even brighter in the morning sunlight.

“Your powers are from a Devil Fruit, right?’

At her question, Spice’s large enthusiastic smile quickly returned. “Yep! The Human-Human Fruit, Model: Poltergeist, to be exact.”

“Poltergeist?!” Michelle was a little shocked. She couldn’t help but remember those creepy stories her father used to tell her and her little brother while they huddled together on the bed in his cabin, trembling with frightened delight. “As in a ghost?”

“Of course! One of those creepy apparitions that makes things go bump in the night!” Spice wiggled her fingers teasingly. “I’ll show you my Devil Fruit’s full form sometime if you ever wanna see something really terrifying.”

“I think I’ll pass.” Michelle replied.

By that point, the two young women had reached the docks at the very edge of Biscuit Island.

“And here she is!” Spice announced, flying a little higher into the air as she spread her arms wide. “Isn’t she scrumptious?!”

Michelle looked on at a cute little sailboat that was resting at the end of the dock. It was painted bright orange with pitch black sails and looked almost as though it had been carved out of a squash or, dare she say, a pumpkin. This was further emphasized by the figurehead Homie which was in fact a Jack O’ Lantern that had an almost menacing grin. It cackled at seemingly everything as golden flames bloomed from its eyes and mouth.

“Oh wow!” Michelle was indeed impressed, if a little creeped out.

“She’s called the Peter Midnight, and she’s all mine!” Spice declared proudly.

Michelle was about to tell her that the ship was indeed quite cool, but words escaped her almost immediately when a second Spice suddenly appeared standing on the edge of the ship’s railing, grinning down at her.

“Welcome aboard, Michelle! We’ll be casting off soon!”

Michelle blinked in astonishment, her eyes quickly flipping between the first Spice she’d been talking to already, who was still floating in the air above the boat, and the second spice standing on the dock.

“Captain Spice!” the first Spice called to her double as she landed beside her, proving there were indeed two and they were seemingly identical. “Is the ship in tip top shape?”

“Sure thing, Commander Spice. We’re ready when you are!”

Michelle couldn’t take much more of this. “Excuse me, WHAT?!”

Both Spices looked her way and quickly broke into identical laughter. “Don’t worry, Michelle, it’s just a soul projection.” The first Spice casually explained, waving her hand through the second version of her who quickly faded in and out of focus slightly like a mirage. “It’s another side effect of my Devil Fruit. Pretty cool, huh?”

“That’s one way to put it,” Michelle grumbled from under her breath.

“Ready on your command, Captain Spice!” A third Spice called from the rigging of the sails.

“All set on our end as well, Commander Spice!” called a fourth from the helm.

“I can see gummy dolphins!” yelled a fifth from the crow’s nest. This one was holding a telescope.

The first Spice, the real one Michelle supposed, clapped her hands. “Ok everyone! Enough fooling around! Let’s get a move on!”

With that, all of the soul projection Spices got to work casting off the ship from the docks of Biscuit Port.

After another moment to get her bearings, Michelle was helped aboard by another soul projection while the figurehead continued to cackle gleefully.

“Hard to port, Helmswoman Spice! Let’s set out for Candy Island!” the first Spice called out, pointing in the direction she wanted the ship to go. At her command, the Spice at the helm turned the wheel and the ship cut a neat path through the waves and out into the open sea that surrounded the Tottoland. Archipelago.

Michelle gripped the side of the ship, feeling the familiar sensation of the ocean air washing over her entire body. She closed her eyes, soaking in the nostalgic feeling as the cool breeze whipped through her hair.

“Hey Michelle!” She opened her eyes to see the real Spice hovering towards the bow of the ship, waving to her frantically. “Watch this! It’s really going to knock your socks off.”

“Uh…Ok!” Michelle called back.

Spice grinned at her. “Hold on tight.”

The other woman didn’t need to be told twice, her grip on the edge of the ship tightening almost immediately.

Spice then floated down to land on the Jack O’ Lantern figurehead, placing her hands palms down on the top. Michelle watched, almost transfixed, as she closed her eyes in a moment of concentration. A second later, Spice’s eyes snapped open, and a shiver went down Michelle’s spine as she saw that they were nearly completely blacked out save her irises which were now a brilliant yellow. A kind of shadow seemed to pass around the Peter Midnight and all of the Spice soul projections gained the same creepy eyes as the original. A curious golden light suddenly appeared on Spice’s hands and seeped into the figurehead of her ship. It sent a ripple effect throughout the entire boat like when a person skips a stone on water. In an instant, the ship gave a great lurch and suddenly shot out of the harbor of Biscuit Island at a ridiculously dizzying speed.

Michelle let out a shout of surprise as she clung to the side of the ship which was now bouncing almost on top of the waves, cruising through the melon juice water with the ease of a warm knife through butter. Its speed was impressive to say the least, at this rate, they would reach Candy Island in less than an hour!

“You good?!” Michelle glanced up to see Spice had left the figurehead and was hovering directly above her, shouting over the sound of her boat cutting through the tumultuous sea of the New World.

“Yeah!” Michelle called back. “How did you do that?”

“This boat is powered by my soul,” Spice explained, easily sitting on the edge of the ship beside Michelle as if her boat’s sudden increase in speed hardly affected her. “That’s how it’s able to go so fast!”

“So, the ship is a Homie?!” Michelle asked.

Spice nodded. “In a way, yeah. That’s one of the reasons my mother made me a Sweet Commander. Our powers are remarkably similar to one another.”

Michelle nodded. That made sense. “What’s your bounty by the way?” she called over the wind. She knew all of the Sweet Commanders had high bounties. Cracker was rather proud of how big his was.

“I’m hovering around a billion last time I checked.” Spice replied, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Although I’m not sure. I know that it’s higher than Smoothie’s but not as big as Katakuri’s. It’s been a while since I’ve left Totto Land though.”

Michelle’s eyes were huge. “Your bounty is really that big?!”

Spice shrugged. “Compared to some other people’s, it’s pretty standard.”

“Yeah but-” Michelle paused, thinking of something. “Why is your bounty so high if you say you don’t leave Totto Land much?”

Spice sighed. “I used to leave more often when I was younger, go on raids and the like. My mother trained me personally; she was always impressed with my Devil Fruit powers, so I got very strong, very young.”

Michelle nodded. That would explain why she was a Sweet Commander even though she was noticeably younger than the others.

“But things are different these days. Mama’s cravings happen a lot more frequently than they used to. They’re a lot more…violent, more unpredictable. I have to stay on Whole Cake Island and manage things…as much as I can.”

As Michelle looked on, she saw something like a shadow pass over Spice’s normally bright face, like the ghost of something she’d rather not speak about. The other woman was curious about it but knew better than to ask. Regardless, as soon as those darker thoughts crossed Spice’s mind, they vanished once more, and she was back to her usual cheerful self.

“Anyways! I’m excited for you to meet everyone. Today is going to be so fun!”

Michelle agreed, nodding eagerly. “And I’m grateful to Perospero’s wife for inviting me.”

“Her name is Winter by the way,” Spice added. “And her sisters are Crystal and North.”

Michelle nodded, scrunching her nose as she tried to remember.

Spice laughed at the face she made. “Get used to it. There’s a lot of names you’ll need to keep track of in this family.”

The other woman gave her a slightly overwhelmed smile. “You’ve got that right.”

“I guess I should also mention that they’re members of the Farfallen race, by the way,” Spice added. “I don’t know if you’ve ever encountered those people before.”

Michelle arched an eyebrow. “Really? And I have before, once or twice.”

“One more thing,” Spice’s expression suddenly got serious again, which made Michelle pay attention. “When you meet Winter, just keep in mind. It’s not you. Okay?”

“Um…What exactly do you mean?”

“Just…” Spice grimaced. “It’s difficult to explain. Just keep that mind, alright? It’s not anything you did.”

“Okay…?” Michelle trailed off, her gaze wandering out to the sea that was frantically zipping by them on all sides, no longer certain if she should be worried or not.

To Be Continued...

#star writes #one piece #one piece oc #crachelle #charlotte spice

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madlymiho · 4 years

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WHOOP WHOOP- I wanna try and drop in a request for once hehe xD Since I'm a thirsty little Biscuithoe, would some headcanons for Cracker's young and inexperienced girlfriend attempting to give him a bj be okay🙈🤣? Would he try to guide her? Or take control...? Is there... dirty talk involved😏? Höhöhö sorry sorry I'm thirsty xD Love you Miho💖💞

SOMEONE IS DIRTY HERE?! 👀💜 Anything for you my sweet lovely friend!! 😤😤😤💜 I'm always glad to please your Cracker's thirst!! 🔥

Long live to Crachelle! 💜🔥

Warning : NSFW

Cracker :

• Cracker is more than excited that you want to please him in your sexual relationship. He's always willing to have sex, of course, but blowjob are the little treat he truly adores. Just thinking about it makes him definitely hard, but he wouldn't want to rush you

• From time to time, you feel his stare whenever you lick at something, for example an ice-cream, he throws you that devilish look. He knows that you would be awesome with your tongue skills, and it makes you blush deeply because you know what he has in mind

• So the day you slowly stuttering that you want to try and... put your mouth down there, he almost needs the urge to cum right away, in the middle of your making-out session. He's all thrilled, but he manages to control himself, his grin growing wild as you kneels in front of him

• Cracker is at first all tender. He grips your hair and helps you tying them above your head, as you slowly push his pants down to reveal his more than erect manhood. He's all purring, excited, encouraging to give a few licks in order to get used to the sensation

• You know you're doing right when he starts to chuckle, a long moan escaping from his throat while you start to bob your head. He believes that you're able to find your own pace, but sometimes, he reminds you to breath through your nose and not to take too much at once... he doesn't want you to gag for now

• He purrs many sweet nonsenses while he feels your pace getting bolder, his back all covered in goosebumps, his hands brushing your hair tenderly. He can't help but tell you how much he loves you. How much he loves that. He's really encouraging and he likes what he sees between his legs.

• He might even ask you to adjust a bit your position so he can touch yourself while you keep going, his hips sometimes bucking upwards, the head of his length meeting the back of your throat. He immediately apologizes, and purrs that you can take a break whenever you want

• When Cracker feels that his nirvana is coming, your soft moans echoing in the house, he starts to really let himself go. He talks to you really dirty, whimpering that you're amazing, that he loves to see his cock disappearing inside of your sweet little mouth, that you're good at milking him like this... It makes you blush deeply, and it's enough for him to put him at the edge of his sweet end

• Cracker growls and asks you if he can come inside, because he highly wants you to keep his seed in your throat and taste him. It feels just so hot. So if you allow him, Cracker would come in desperate spurts, his moans and groans escorting his hips while he closes his eyes and frowns. It was amazing and he loved every second of it

• As an attentive partner, you better be sure that Cracker will immediately check on you, purring that you were incredible and perfect. He thanks you while he's not afraid to kiss you, ignoring his own taste on your lips. He's so proud of you, he wants to reward you... so of course, Cracker crawls on the top of you, whispering that now... it's time for you to come as well

#one piece headcanons #one piece headers #one piece imagine #charlotte cracker #cracker one piece #cracker #one piece hc #one piece #one piece hcs #crachelle #not suitable #lemon #heavy lemon #one piece dumpster fire #michelle

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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Hhhhh once again I'm super late to the husband talk, but of course I gotta drop by and give my two cents about my Biscuithubby😌❤! Cracker as husband is very protective and caring, but also a little possessive and selfish from time to time. His wife is all his and everyone should know that👀 Not that I'd mind though x"D (1/2)

CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Crachelle is the top tier ship of all ships, Oda should make it canon at this point 😤 you two are just so stinking adorable and I love your sweet lil family!! You can tell Cracker is absolutely smitten for you and your kids what a good family man! 😭😭

I bet the babies look so tinyyyyy in that lil carrier on his chest omg!

#one-piece-dumpster-fire #cracker #crachelle #husband talk

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gertritude-art · 4 years

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i thought her name was crachel

nah its rachel

#crachel...cranberry rachel...#my ocs #catvn #doodle #Anonymous

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alice1290 · 4 years

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Ohhh that Mystery Quote Event sounds awesome❤! If it's still okay to send in requests for it, could I get something nsfw with Cracker (if you write for him, that is-) and the letter M👀😂? Female s/o preferably~ Thank you very much and good luck with the event, dear :D!

Hello! So it was sooo intimidating to write Cracker for you! I’ve never written Cracker before, but you have so many beautiful h/cs of him and this awesome self-ship and just... I hope I did your main man justice! It’s fem s/o but I went with second person ‘you’. I really hope that’s okay, if not, let me know and I can totally switch it up and repost. :)

Mystery Quote will be in bold!

Ns.fw under the cut!

Charlotte Cracker - 300 Followers Event, NS.FW, M

You were sprawled across the bed, reading the book laid open in front of you, when Cracker walked into the bedroom. The fading light of the sunset illuminated the room along with the two lamps on the nightstands. Your eyes flicked up from the pages of your book to watch Cracker as he practically dropped into the large chair in the corner of the room.

You tried to focus on your book again, but couldn’t help but glance up at him as he first unclasped his pauldron, letting the heavy metal and billowing fabric clatter to the floor. He toed out of his boots next and then leaned back in the chair with a contented sigh as he stretched his long legs out in front of himself. Seeing that Cracker closed his eyes, you turned your own attention back to your novel.

It wasn’t until the rustle of fabric and the heavy clunk of metal hitting the floor reached your ears that you glanced back up again. A warm blush tinted your cheeks as you took in the sight of Cracker, still reclined in the chair, but now stark naked. His hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking himself and bringing his cock to attention.

You shifted slightly, pooling heat in your belly causing you to be restless on the bed. A soft gasp left your lips. The noise caught Cracker’s attention and he opened his eyes to catch your gaze. A smirk graced his lips.

“Come sit on my lap,” Cracker said, moving his hand to reveal his hard cock. He pushed against the base of his cock with his thumb, making his erection stand straight.

You tried to hide your eagerness as you slid off the bed, coming forward to stand in front of him. Cracker pulled you forward with a strong hand on your thigh until you straddled his lap. His fingers dipped under the band of your shorts, teasing your core through the thin material of your panties.

Cracker hummed in delight. “So wet. How long have you been wanting my cock? You should have called for me. I can always shirk a few Commander duties if it’s to fulfill your own needs.”

Each word was punctuated by the swirl of his teasing fingers. “Hmm,” he added. “Why didn’t you call for me?”

His ministrations left you with little ability to speak. Only the softest of needy moans left your mouth.

Cracker smirked again, clearly pleased with himself, before he lifted you off his lap to stand in between his legs. In one swift tug, he removed your shorts and panties, letting them fall to the floor. As quickly as he’d removed you, he pulled you back onto his lap, shifting slightly to get a better view of your half naked body.

Cracker used one hand to hold you still, keeping you raised up enough over his cock so that he could use his other hand to stroke the head of his cock back and forth over your sex, spreading your fluids. He lifted his hips, pushing just the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes flicked up from watching his ministrations to study your face, watching as your mouth dropped open and your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

Moving both hands to rest firmly on your hips, fingers gripping tightly to the soft flesh, Cracker pulled you down onto his length until he was fully sheathed inside you. Cracker shifted you both again, drawing his feet up, so they pressed flat to the floor, making it easier for him to thrust into you. He held tightly to you still, moving your body in time with his own thrusts. You could do little more than hold onto his shoulders, your soft moans turning louder with need with each thrust.

Cracker’s fingers tightened, squeezing your soft flesh, as he maneuvered you to roll your hips. He was in complete control, moving your body up and down his cock, rocking your hips back and forth in time with his motions. The movement made your clit brush against his pelvic bone with each upward thrust. Heat pooled in your belly, desire growing, and your breath came in little soft gasps and pants as Cracker pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Your nails bit into his shoulders as your thighs clenched around his own. Cracker looked up at you with a pleased smirk as your back arched. He held your weight up, continuing to control your movements as you came. The waves of your orgasm brought Cracker to the brink of pleasure and he slid one hand up your back to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck. He pulled you down, crashing his lips to yours and swallowing your moans.

His own, deeper moan, echoed in the room with your cries of pleasure. Cracker continued to thrust, eventually slowing until he was completely spent. His hand on your hip massaged the skin gently before he wrapped his strong arm around your back, pressing your chests together and you both tried to catch your breath.

#one piece #charlotte cracker #cracker #300 followers event #ns.fw #i hope i did the biscuit man justice #crachelle fan for life!

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crachelle-sims4 · 4 years

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Updated looks of the Crachelle fam!

Michelle

Look at her glow I wanna cry my Sims 4 self-insert is such a legend khsjwkqoskwnq

Cracker

still a wip... It's just impossible to make Cracker look good in Sims 4. I cry everytime I see him. Sims!Cracker is what's haunting my nightmares. His :> smile is what my sleep paralysis demon looks like. I'm so sorry Biscuithubby-

The twins

They're both young adults as of now, and Trifle is going through a somewhat grungy phase it seems lol. Meanwhile Pretzel beefed up like nothing and is even more muscular than his dad now skskwjqkso His little bro's death really hit him hard-

Eclair

She's so adorable! A little painter lady who loves to play chess and rearrange furniture to troll everyone else lol

Cherry

She is still baby, even as a teenager💕 Although... I have to admit... her not having any eyebrows is starting to look a little... uncanny xD But oh well you can blame Cracker for that one. He just had to pass his lack of facial hair onto his daughter pffff-

#michelle plays sims 4 #crachelle family shenanigans

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pirate-who-eats-paper · 4 years

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The Crachelle children and their sibling dynamics as gifs (might add more in the future lol)

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Pretzel and Dodger

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Trifle, Dodger and Cherry

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Pretzel and Trifle

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Pretzel/Trifle and Cherry

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Small Bonus:

Eclair and Trifle

#ic #crachelle babies #musing

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 3 years

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Hey ho, guess what??? It's that time of the year again👀🙏🏻!!!!

Happy (very slightly belated) Birthday, Biscuithubby🥳💜❤💜!!!!

To celebrate this special occasion I actually sat down and tried to write a little something,,,, it's been a hot minute since I last did that, so be aware that what's waiting under the cut is super cheesy and extremely cliché- hah, just how it should be XD

Also this was just meant to be a tiny drabble but somehow it turned into a small oneshot oop

Crachelle taggings: @star-doll-universe

Once upon a time, Cracker used to love celebrating his birthday. Back when he was still a young boy he adored all the attention and presents he and his twin sisters would receive on their special day. But as the years went by the excitement began to dwindel, and the annual birthday celebration turned more and more into just another mandatory chore. Being the child of a Yonko and a prince by default, Cracker had seen and experienced so much in his life already that only few things still managed to surprise him.

And that was exactly what he valued the most about his birthdays- the excitement of knowing that people would try to surprise him. Whether they'd succeed with it was a different question of course, but even if he already knew which presents he'd get (frankly, he and his sisters would always sneak around the chateau on the night before their birthday to to find any hidden presents) there was still something special about having someone anticipate your reaction when you unpacked their gift. But as time passed on any effort to surprise him was reduced, the presents got more and more stale, and once he moved away from Whole Cake Island only a handful of people continued to directly congratulate him as the main attention was switched over to younger Charlottes.

Not that he really minded though. As Minister he had more important things to worry about than celebrating the day he was born.

By the time he turned 30, Cracker was certain that he'd never feel truly excited about a birthday again. Now they were just another reminder of how he was getting older and older. The glory of his youth had long since passed, and in a way he almost despised how his birthdays would remind him of that. So for the past few years, he would usually just try to ignore them and pretend that it was just another day filled with the usual Minister/Commander work. Sometimes his sisters and some other siblings would pop in to spend at least a bit of time with him, and the citizens of Biscuits Island would of course congratulate Cracker whenever they saw him, and he'd politely thank them while flashing his usual arrogant grin, but deep down he truly didn't care about it anymore.

But then, out of nowhere, Michelle stepped into his life.

Ever since he first met this peculiar young woman his whole world seemed to change, to become more vibrant again, and spending time with her, no matter the occasion, always managed to excite him. Somehow she managed to make him feel youthful again, and after just a short amount of time Cracker began to feel things he never thought he'd be capable of feeling. Furthermore; since they got married, he even found himself looking forward to a lot of things he previously thought he didn't care about anymore- his birthdays being one of them.

Whereas Cracker's past birthdays would begin with him getting up early to prepare for his daily duties, this one started with his small wife softly waking him by covering his whole face in butterfly kisses. It was a million times more effective and immediately got him excited for the day. However, as soon as he started to return her kisses and tried to further embrace her, Michelle practically jumped away from him and rushed out of bed, quickly making her way over to the door where a small foodcart with a broad assortment of his favorite treats was waiting. She stood infront of it with a proud smile on her face, and Cracker immediately figured that she must have gotten up early to prepare this for him. That gesture alone was enough to warm his heart, and with an expectant grin he lazily crossed his arms behind his head and leaned against his pillow, waiting for Michelle to roll the cart over to his side so he could start his 'special day' with breakfast in bed.

Once he was done and there wasn't a single crumb left on the cart, the young woman joined him in bed once again for cuddles and to shower him with more kisses while congratulating him over and over again. Cracker couldn't help but bask in all of her love and attention. He never knew a person could be this adoring and affectionate, and the fact that she choose him of all people to show this love to made him feel like some excited little boy all over again.

After spending a few more minutes embracing his wife, it was time for him to get up and get dressed for real. Although he would have loved to spend the whole day intertwined in bed with her, there were still things they both had to take care of. While Cracker was busy slipping into his usual clothes his little wife disappeared from the bedroom, only to return with a big purple box a few moments later. Said box was almost half as tall as the young woman, and Michelle looked as if she had a difficult time carrying it by herself. At the beginning of their relationship he would have simply taken it from her and carried it himself, but after being together for so long he knew better than that. Despite her disability the young woman hated to be treated like someone who needed constant help, and unless she asked him for his assistance, he would let her do her thing.

And it didn't take long until she made her way over to his side and held out the box with a big smile. "Happy Birthday, dear! Here it is, your first gift of the day-!" her smile was practically beaming as she handed him the large present. To be honest Cracker was a bit dumbfounded at first, confused as to what kind of huge gift his wife could have gotten him (and how did she even manage to hide it from him until now?!) but suddenly he could hear some faint giggling coming from inside the box, and just like that he immediately knew what this was.

"Mh, I wonder what this could be...~" Cracker pretended to sound thoughtful as he forced himself to slowly untie the ribbon, his heart involuntarily began to beat faster and faster with excitement.

He was just about to lift the lid off the box when a tiny fist smashed through the cardboard, and with a happy cry his two oldest children popped up from inside the box.

"Happy Birthday Papa!" Pretzel and Trifle cheered in unison, their tiny hands thrown up into the air.

"Look Papa, it's us! Are you surprised? We were the present all along!" his oldest daughter giggled, she was clearly proud of this little scheme they hatched. A loud squeal then escaped from her as her father promptly lifted her up in the air. His smile stretched from one ear to the other, beaming with almost child-like joy as he enthusiastically nodded at her.

"Heh, of course! You really got me there!" Cracker grinned and tightly hugged his little girl with one hand while grabbing his son with the other, effectively holding both of his kids close to his heart.

"They really wanted to surprise you," his wife whispered and nodded at their children, who were playfully squirming around in their father's embrace. "But don't worry, that's not the only thing I have for you." Michelle added with a wink.

Cracker's smile softened a bit as he leaned closer to her and pressed a small kiss to her cheek.

"I can hardly wait."

He truly meant that, although it wasn't really the presents that he was excited for. With a content smile on his lips Cracker looked down at his little family. He already had everything he could have asked for right here.

#crachelle #my selfship #Charlotte Cracker #me and my biscuitdaddy<3 #i finished this shortly after midnight and while incredibly exhausted lol so if there are any mistakes let me know!

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