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[ladymildfrd]

{NSFW} Just Like a Dog [Crocodile x GN!reader]

Summary | Crocodile, your boss, goes out of his way to get you a gift. Something that’s completely out of character from him.

CW | Gender Neutral Reader / oral (reader giving) / mentions of voyeurism / boss/employee relationship / collaring / slight impact play

Sitting alone in Crocodile's office, positioned on all fours next to his desk in nothing but the robe he had requested you wear was not expected, but not surprising. It wasn't unusual for your boss to call you into his office, often seeking sexual favors to help with his stress. He had an attraction toward you, and you to him; despite it being deemed unprofessional for an underling to have such a relationship with their boss.

You knew Crocodile didn't care much about workplace professionalism, he had no problem making it known to those within the building what it was he was up to. However, it was deeply embarrassing on your part, because no matter how hard you tried, you could never keep quiet.

He would always make it a point to abuse the spots he knew would get you screaming, always wanting to hear you grow louder and louder. At times you'd question if he had some hidden kink, a desire of sorts to have others watch as he fucks you over his desk. 

Truthfully it would not surprise you, but now was not the time for you to question the dark fantasies that plagued your boss's mind. He would likely show up at any given moment with a quirked eyebrow, wondering why your eyes were glazed over and your breath heavy. 

You were never allowed to delve into the deep waters of your mind, to explore your own fantasies while in the comfort of his office. He wanted you to be eager and waiting, with a clear mind that gave into his every touch, not riddled with the want and need of your desires.

He was a selfish man, yet you loved every second of it.

Such a blessing you were.

And all to a man who deserved it not. 

Focusing back onto the pristinely waxed floors, you waited in obedient silence; ignoring how your knees ached against the hard flooring. It would only be a matter of time before Crocodile made his entrance, and you did not want to disappoint him by being out of place.

At the very least he was kind enough to have you wear a robe, as you were sure the floor on bare knees would have been much worse. 

The sound of Crocodiles' office doors opening caused you to flinch, forcing yourself to remain still, you uttered not a single word as you waited. You could hear the near-silent footsteps as they drew closer. "You haven't been waiting long have you?" Crocodile's deep voice echoed around the dim office.

"No sir" you answered, keeping your eyes on the ground.

He hummed, clearly pleased that you had not been waiting for him long. He wasn't one to care about others, but what kind of person would he be if he were negligent toward his favorite pet?

Refraining from looking up at him as he passed by you, your eyes only caught the barest glimpse of his dark grey slacks and well-kept dress shoes. They looked as if they had been waxed recently, was his plan for you to sit and lick his shoes? No, you mustn't wonder.

"Are you wearing anything under the robe?" he questioned. "No, I'm completely naked, just as you asked, Sir" You remained still as you spoke, still awaiting his command.

He said nothing, prompting a bit of anxiety to swirl in your gut, had you misinterpreted his request? 

A groan from his chair told you he had taken a seat. "Good" he finally spoke, you felt your nerves calm, grateful that you had done everything to his liking. "Do you know why I called you into my office this late?" he asked, you heard the chair groan once again as he moved closer to you. 

You inhaled sharply and flinched at the sudden feeling of his bejeweled hand running through your hair, his fingertips just barely scratching your scalp. It pulled a small noise of appreciation from your lips as you enjoyed the feeling, it was rare you were graced with such affection. "Well?" he growled, not appreciating your lack of response. 

"No sir" you shivered.

Removing his hand from your head, you frowned and almost whined at the loss of contact, finding yourself already missing the warmth of his calloused and decorated fingers. 

"Come here" he commanded, "I want you under my desk, between my legs, and be quick with it."

Quickly obeying his command, you wasted not a second as you crawled into the open space beneath his desk. It was perfectly sized, leaving plenty of room for you to be comfortable whilst on your knees. It also (thankfully) kept you hidden, preventing anyone from seeing the vulgar display as you positioned yourself to his liking. 

Leaning back in his chair, you swallowed and glanced up at him.

He was watching you with that predatory gaze of his, you shivered once again as you made eye contact with him. You always found his eyes to be unnervingly beautiful, the stunning gold color reminding you of warmth, yet all you found was a cruel coldness. 

It was a coldness that told you you'd never have a special place within him, no matter how good of a lapdog you made yourself to be. 

"Sir?" you said quietly, dismissing the sadness that crept up your chest and squeezed your heart like a vice. Now wasn't the time to dwell on the feelings you had for your boss, this was a sexual favor; nothing more, nothing less.

His eyes remained on you for a moment longer before he traded his gaze with you to something on his desk. Reaching forward, you continued to watch as he picked an object up and brought it closer to himself. You realized with a small gasp that it was a wooden box, one decorated with ornate patterns similar to the waves of water, or was it sand? You were unsure.

He kept still, his eyes not leaving the decorated box. He looked as if he were contemplating something, his eyes asking hushed questions that would remain unanswered until he finally offered it to you. 

You blinked, "For me?" you've never once gotten a gift from him before, this was new.

"Well? Are you going to take it? Or should I give it to another?" he threatened, slowly withdrawing the box. You shot your hands forward, swiftly taking the box from him you offered no apology for your sudden movements.

Unlatching the lock mechanism on the front, you'd slowly open it, finding a green collar with golden studding and an O ring attached. It had a matching green leash sitting next to it, delicately folded to fit in the box.

Slowly, you placed the box on the ground and removed the collar, "and this is for me?" you asked again, voice barely above a whisper.

"If you're willing to wear it" Crocodile spoke. He was watching you more intently now, more focused on your reaction and how you felt about the item you so carefully held. But overall, it seemed he was eager to know if you liked it or not, and truthfully; despite it being a rather perverse gift, you were touched.

"Can I... put it on?" you questioned, voice holding a hint of uncertainty. 

"Do you understand what it means?" he asked, "once you put that collar on, you're mine, no one else's... Do you understand?" He didn't want to trick you into something you didn't want, he had built this relationship on nothing but sexual gratification, but it has become more and more apparent to him that his feelings have greatly changed during his time with you.

He still had yet to understand these feelings, unsure if he could truly call it love, but one thing he knew for sure was that he could not lose you to another. He knew it was incredibly selfish of him to claim you before he knew how he felt, but he could not sit back with the knowledge that you could easily become another person's toy, another person's pet. 

It simply could not happen.

Swallowing hard, you slowly unbuckled the collar and placed it around your neck. "I understand" you whispered, "I want to be yours... If you'll have me." Crocodile shivered at your words, a low warning growl sounded from his throat as he watched you tighten the very thing that would seal your fate as his.

Finally, you removed your hands and looked up at the man who now owned you, showing him proudly the collar that sat perfectly around your neck. "The leash" Crocodile motioned with his flesh hand, "give it to me."

Taking the item from its box, you took notice of the delicate gold threads that decorated the green leather with patterned swirls. It was beautiful, you know knew why Crocodile had chosen it, as it matched him perfectly.

Placing the leash into his open hand, he reached forward with his hook and slid the sharp tip of it into the O ring of your collar. You couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of the cold metal against you, the sharp tip just barely pricking the underside of your chin.

Using his hook to drag you closer, you moved to stand on your knees, placing your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady. He admired you for a few moments longer, his eyes traveling up and down your face, you didn't miss the way his eyes just barely flickered down past the neckline of your robe, a small amount of your chest just barely exposed. 

Retracting his hook, a frown tugged at his lips. "I want you to remove that robe, give me a show will you?" He wanted to see your delectable body, he was sure you'd look divine with nothing but the collar on, included with the leash, of course.

Rising to your feet, you did as you were told and slowly trailed your hands down your chest, aiming lower and lower until you got to the thick rope that was tied around your waist. Tugging at it, you slowly un-did the knot, allowing the robe to fall slack and hang from your shoulders. 

Peeling the fabric back, you let it fall and pool around your feet, fully exposing your naked body to Crocodile. Taking a few steps closer to the man, you knelt down, placing your hands against his thighs as you got back into position. "Please?" you lifted your chin, giving him complete access to your collar.

A soft groan sounded from his throat as you slowly ran your hands up his thighs, getting closer and closer to the clear tent forming in his pants. Letting the leash unravel in his hand, he held onto the clasp and brought it forward, snapping it onto the O ring.

Sitting back in his chair, a pleased hum sounded in his throat. He liked the way the collar looked on you, even more so with the leash; but the color... the color is what he truly liked, as you looked absolutely ravishing in it.

Tugging on the leash, he guided you closer, using his hook hand to caress your cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and his eyes held a glimmer of something foreign. 

Adoration.

A shiver would tear through your body, one of anticipation, arousal, and fear. It was so unlike him to look at you with eyes like that, ones normally so cruel and cold; now covered with a warmth that made his golden eyes glow.

"You look pretty in that collar," he'd remark, surprising you further. 

"Is... everything alright, sir?" you asked suddenly, unsure if you were crossing a boundary by speaking. But you could not remain silent, not when he was giving you such strange treatment, perhaps he was sick? 

His eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and you prepared yourself for the stinging pain of his bejeweled hand making contact with your cheek. But nothing came, not a slap, not a flick, nothing. "Is it so wrong that I wish to decorate my pet? To give them praise?" Crocodile spoke, the slight hint of annoyance in his voice causing a pinprick of guilt.

"My apologies, sir..." you whispered, keeping your eyes low.

"You are not forgiven" Crocodile glared at you, "I believe I have been far too easy on you tonight, how many times now have you spoken without permission? I think punishing you is long overdue."

Opening your mouth to speak, you quickly opted to remain silent as Crocodile quirked an eyebrow. His lips upturned just the slightest at your impetuosity, it seemed he really has been doing an awful job at training you. 

"Since you seem so adept in using that mouth of yours, why don't you put it to better use?" Crocodile motioned toward the obvious tent in his pants, leaving you no room to overthink what his request might be about. He stared down at you, watching and waiting as you remained still.

Placing his elbow on the arm of his chair, he used the back of his hand to rest his head. His golden eyes were no longer filled with adoration, nor with warmth; instead, they were filled with that familiar coldness. "Did I not make myself clear enough, Pet?" he growled, yanking at your leash.

You were pulled forward, face being brought mere inches away from his groin, you couldn't help but swallow thickly. "Do you want me to use my teeth to remove your pants, Sir?" you asked teasingly. 

It took not a second for his hand to meet the side of your face, the stinging pain of it sending jolts of arousal to your groin. You let out a soft pained moan, tasting blood, you were sure he had split your lip. 

A cruel laugh left Crocodile's throat as he got up from his chair, feeling him tug at your leash once again, you looked up at him as he stood in front of you. "It seems my gift and sweet words have mislead you to believe you could be so bratty" he growled, "everything you do comes with consequence, have you forgotten this? Or have I not been stern enough with my teachings."

Opening your mouth to speak, you were silenced with another jerk of your leash. "Quiet" Crocodile sneered, "didn't I tell you to put your mouth to use? Even with the most simple of commands you're still useless" he scoffed, glaring down at you. Slipping the loop handle of your leash onto his hook, he continued to hold it taut while he worked his flesh hand over his belt. Undoing the buckle he was quick to push his pants and briefs past his hips, letting them fall to the ground.

You whimpered as his cock sprang free, it stood fully erect, colored in a deep shade of red as it remained neglected. You could see pre-cum leaking from his slit, causing you to wet your bottom lip as you imagined just how good it would taste on your tongue. 

Crocodile remained quiet as he watched you, not at all affected by the look you were giving him. Usually, he'd give you a smirk, or some kind of comment on how eager you were to please, but tonight he was silent. You knew it was because of your behavior, you never got rewarded for being a brat, so it left you wondering what his plan was.

Feeling him yank at your leash, you scooted forward, having to ignore the pain shooting up your knees from the wood floors beneath. Placing your hands on his thighs, you sat on your knees, positioned right in front of his cock. You were at the perfect height to take him in the mouth without having to stretch your body any further, and for that you were grateful.

But you kept your eyes on his, knowing full well that taking him into your mouth without his permission was another slap waiting to happen. You had to wait like a dog, only until he gave the command could you finally have the food you're salivating over.

Placing his flesh hand on your head, he ran his fingers through your hair, causing a few strands to fall into your face. "Open your mouth" he instructed softly, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second. You did as you were told, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, you wanted to prove to Crocodile that you could listen, that you could be good.

He quirked a small smile, pushing back some of the loose strands of hair, he moved his hand to the back of your head and curled his fingers into your hair. A gasp left your lips as he yanked your head back, keeping you still. 

A pained groan managed to leave your throat before it was cut off by Crocodile shoving his cock down your throat, forcing himself deeper, your nose hit his base and your nails dug into his thighs. Gagging, you tried to relax your throat, but Crocodile gave you no such mercy as he continued to face-fuck you, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward.

You could hear the wet noises echoing around his office, along with the small grunts and groans that left his lips. "Keep your eyes on me, pet" he growled, though he didn't stall with his rough pace. 

Your tear-filled eyes flickered up to meet his, hearing his groan of approval, you could feel yourself dripping onto the floor. You wanted to touch yourself, to ease your throbbing and aching. But Crocodile, at least somewhat aware of what you were wanting, made it crystal clear with the way he glared down at you, that you would not be getting any kind of relief.

"Bad pets don't get rewards" he growled, "you're going to please me, and that's the only pleasure you'll get, do you understand?" he hummed, not stilling for a second. He cared not for your answer, whether you were against only pleasuring him and getting none yourself, you were facing the consequences of your actions, and to him? This was a just and fair punishment.

Crocodile let out a groan as you whimpered and moaned around his cock, the feeling caused vibrations to shoot up his shaft and send delicious pleasure radiating through his body. Tilting his head back he furrowed his brows, feeling himself getting closer and closer to tipping over the edge. Quickening his pace, he felt his balls tighten as the hot rush of his orgasm ripped through his body. Pushing you down, he could feel your nose pressed flush against the patch of dark pubic hair that covered his base. 

A loud groan left his lips as he came down your throat, rutting his hips against your face, he forced you to swallow every last drop of his hot seed. 

Finally, he let go of your hair and pulled himself out of your mouth. You coughed and sputtered as you tried to breathe, your throat was sore, and your lips were certainly split in the corners. "Get this mess cleaned up and get out" Crocodile growled, looking down at you with annoyance as he dropped your leash, "and keep that on, I don't want to see you without it" he motioned toward your collar.

You watched as he left his office, disappearing into the attached bathroom.

[ladymildfrd]

Lesson Learned

My first crocodile fic and I got carried away I can't lie. Is he toxic? Yes. Is he a bad guy? Yes. Do i love him anyway? Oh yeah I do, baby

Pairing: Crocodile x f!reader

WC: 3.2k

CW: established relationship, toxic!crocodile, bondage, edging, orgasm denial, dom!crocodile, sub!reader, some use of "sir," fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), pussy slapping, unprotected penetrative sex, rough sex, biting, creampie, aftercare

18+ MDNI

You shift as much as you can, nervous under his scrutiny. You’re naked on the bed, wrists tied to opposite bed posts. Crocodile’s eyes narrow as you shift, a silent warning.

Your ankles are untied, but you know that is a test. He’s seeing if you can obey him well enough to hold still for him, no matter what he gives you.

“Tell me what you did to deserve your punishment,” He says, voice a husky growl.

Your cheeks burn as you struggle to maintain eye contact. You both know the answer, but he wants to hear you say it. He says it’s important for you to understand the lessons you’re being taught, and as an added bonus he gets to embarrass you.

“I, um,” You start, taking a shaky breath. “I ignored your instructions earlier today, going to meet with my friends when you told me not to.”

He nods, moving to the side of the bed and dropping into a crouch so that he’s eye level with you. “Exactly. You disobeyed my explicit commands. Do you know why I gave you that order?”

He’s close enough now that you can smell his rich cologne, the familiar scent invading your senses. “Y-you. Um. You told me not to go out because. Um,” You fumble for your words, losing your train of thought as you get lost in his dark eyes. He knows exactly the effect he has on you, and if you weren’t yet in this state, you’d have the wherewithal to be annoyed by him using your weakness against you.

He reaches out, squishing your cheeks together in one of his hands as he forces your head closer to his. He grips you just hard enough to hurt, the pressure shooting straight between your legs.

“I told you to stay home because you are very precious to me. There are many people who would love to get their hands on you just to hurt me, and several of them are in this city right now. Do you think you can get it through that dumb little head of yours how I was feeling earlier today when I came home, and you were not there?”

You whimper, slowly processing his words. He’s so good at reducing you to a useless mess who depends entirely on him.

“Hm. Guess not. I suppose it was too much for me to expect that much thinking from a dumb little doll like you, wasn’t it? No matter. You know what comes next, right? You did something bad, bad girls get…” He trails off, raising a brow expectantly as he waits for you to finish the thought.

“Um. Punished?”

“Exactly. At first, I thought about spanking you. But I know that you enjoy that far too much for it to truly be a punishment.” His gaze shoots knowingly to your thighs, now squeezed together at the thought of his thick hands falling hard against your ass. “So I think we’ll do something a little bit different. Let’s test how well you can follow instructions, okay? You don’t get to cum until I tell you to. Understand?”

You nod instinctively, even as your mind reels. He’d edged you before, of course, but never as a punishment. He said it was to remind you that delayed gratification was always the sweetest. As a punishment, though… You wondered if you’d get any ‘gratification’ tonight at all.

“Good girl. Spread those legs for me, show me what I’m working with,” He pushes himself to his feet, walking around the bed to cross his arms at the base of it, looking down at you.

You pull your thighs apart shyly, turning your head so you don’t have to see his appraisal. Your cheeks flush darker as his tsk. He moves forward, kneeling on the bed between your thighs. You gasp softly at the sudden feel of his cold hook wrapped around your ankle, guiding your leg up to plant your foot on the bed near your hip. His hand reaches down, doing the same to the other side.

“Oh you are just soaking for me, aren’t you?” His voice is cold as he mocks you, hook reaching up to tap your chin.

Your lips are twisted into an embarrassed pout as you let him turn your head back so that you’re looking at him once more. You feel yourself get impossibly wetter at the sight of his dark eyes boring into yours. Your arousal drips out of you, soaking your folds and falling to the bedsheets below.

“Look at you, making a mess and I haven’t even touched you. Do you really crave me that badly? Answer.”

You nod frantically, completely caught under his spell, “Yes! I do, I really do crave you.”

“You’re pathetic,” His tone makes you flinch, but a pleased shiver runs down your spine. Your clit throbs under his gaze as he brings his focus from your face back to your pussy.

Your breath catches as the cool metal of his hook makes contact with your feverish folds. You catch your lip between your teeth, biting hard as you fight to hold still. The tip of his hook catches on your clit, and you whimper.

He removes the hook from your folds. You push your disappointment aside, knowing you’re in for a long night. There’s no use getting upset now, not when he hasn’t even started yet.

One thick finger pushes inside of you suddenly. You cry out, arching off the bed. He scowls, pulling the finger out as suddenly as he’d put it in, landing a harsh smack to your pussy. The contact makes you cry out again, tears springing to your eyes.

“Hold still,” He snaps, glaring down at you.

You whimper, nodding rapidly, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

He grunts in response, pushing his finger back into your tight cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight to hold still, muscles shaking as he pumps his finger quickly, brushing the spongey spot inside of you each time. You can feel your orgasm building embarrassingly fast, coiling tighter in the pit of your stomach.

Soft cries escape your parted lips with each thrust, hands grabbing the chains of the cuffs tightly as you struggle to ground yourself. You force yourself to focus on the bite of the metal cuffs into your wrists, the crinkle of the sheets beneath your toes, anything to distract you from the mind-numbing pleasure he’s inflicting upon you.

It’s no use. The coil winds tighter, threatening to snap when he suddenly pulls free of your tight walls, landing another harsh slap to your pussy before removing his hands from you entirely. You cry out in frustration, making his eyes narrow in warning.

“Getting ahead of ourselves, huh brat?” He scoffs. “Remind yourself why we’re doing this.”

“Cause I, um.” You swallow hard, blinking to clear your head as you reel from the orgasm ripped away from you. “I need to prove I can listen.”

“And when you get all pouty about not cumming, are you doing a good job of that?”

“…No,” You admit, pursing your lips sadly.

“Ah, so you are capable of critical thought. Good.” You can’t reply, any rational thought ripped away from you as he brings his hand to your clit, rubbing small, feather-light circles over the bud.

His hook comes up to nudge your pebbled nipples, making you gasp. His touch on your clit intensifies until he’s rubbing it quickly. Your hips jerk despite your best efforts to keep them still, and he responds with another slap to your pussy. Your cry of pain quickly melts into a pleasured moan as he resumes his strokes to your clit without missing a beat.

“Please,” You whine, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Hm? Please what, little one? Use your words.”

You open and close your mouth a few times, struggling to articulate your desires. Your lip wobbles in frustration as he drags his hook down your body, leaving a little red line in its wake. You settle for a desperate moan, making him snort.

“What, needy little bitch can’t speak? Don’t tell me you’ve gone dumb already. What a slut, so desperate to cum that you can’t even speak. Too bad, because you haven’t done a very good job of proving to me that you can follow instructions. If anything, I’m more convinced now that you’re too dumb to follow instructions. It’s to be expected, I supposed. Pretty little thing like you doesn’t need to use her head, does she?”

You sob in frustration as he pulls his hand away from you again. His words echo through your mind, luring you into his trap. You feel yourself going dumber, more desperate for his cock than ever. Simultaneously, your stubborn streak refuses to let you prove him right. Your submissiveness and stubbornness fight in your mind, neither wanting to be outweighed by the other.

You’re torn from your inner battle when you feel something hot and wet flick over your clit. You yelp in surprise, head shooting off the bed to see Crocodile laying between your legs, face buried in your cunt.

Tears spill down your cheeks as you feel him suck on your overly sensitive clit. He slips two fingers easily inside of you, hand soaked from your slick arousal. Your body writhes, out of your control. He doesn’t even bother lecturing you, knowing that you’re way too far gone to respond to him. He just throws a burly arm over your waist, keeping you pinned to the bed.

Your high builds quickly yet again, and you unconsciously yank on your restraints, the urge to bury your hands in his thick hair overwhelming. Your head fuzzes, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins the only thing you can focus on as you hang on to the only thought you have left: Don’t cum yet.

Tears flow freely as your legs start to thrash. You try desperately to shake him off as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of your climax. You sob, a whimpered chant of his name falling from your lips as you will him to stop, not wanting to disappoint him.

He finally pulls away and you cry out, a mix of frustration and relief. Your chest heaves as you come down from the edge, body wound tight from the three almost-orgasms you’d had in such a short period of time.

You don’t even notice your hands being freed from their cuffs, arms falling limply to the bed. Your eyes must have fallen shut at some point, because a light, repetitive tap to the side of your face brings you back to the present.

Your eyes flutter open, vision blurry with unshed tears. You see Crocodile’s face hovering above yours, expression unreadable. You struggle to catch your breath, immediately losing the fight when you feel his thick cock rubbing through your drenched folds.

Your head lolls, a silent cry on your lips as his cock nudges inside of you. No matter how wet you are, despite the fact that he’d stretched you open on his fingers, the stretch of his cock still burned as he pushed inside of you.

He pushes himself snuggly inside of you, pelvis flush against yours. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, not wanting to truly harm you, despite the punishment. Once he feels you relax around him, he sets a steady pace.

His thrusts are hard, your body jolting with each slam of his hips into yours. You’re helpless to his actions, body limp with exhaustion. You manage to drag one of your arms up, just enough to tangle your fingers in his hair, holding on tightly.

His blunt tip rubs against your g-spot with every thrust, the grind of his pelvis into yours stimulating your clit simultaneously. Your head spins as your wordless moans echo through the room.

“Pretty girl, totally dumb on my cock,” He grunts, dropping his head so that his breath tickles your ear. “You close to cumming? I know you are, can feel this pretty pussy getting real tight around my cock. But you’re gonna hold it off, got it? You’re gonna hold it until I tell you to cum. Hey.” His hand smacks your cheek again, forcing your attention back to him. “You listening, brat? Don’t fucking cum.”

You just barely manage a nod, eyes dumbly glued to his as pleasure courses through your veins, strong and overwhelming. You can feel your orgasm build, more intense than ever before. You echo his command through your mind like a prayer,

Your breath is stuttered as you squeeze your eyes shut, desperately warding off your orgasm until he gives you permission. Crocodile’s gaze softens as he looks down at you, brows furrowed in concentration and lip marked with the indentation of your teeth as you fight to obey his command.

He can feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, remnants of the taste of you on his tongue pushing him to the edge faster than he would usually have liked. He can’t complain tonight though, because he’s hit with the desire to cum at the same time as you and he knows you won’t be able to hold off for much longer.

“You’ve been good for me, doll. Cum. Cum on my cock, let yourself go.”

He doesn’t need to say it twice, your back arching off of the bed with a shattered cry as you come undone around his cock. Your vision goes white as your legs shake in pleasure. Your limbs go numb with the force of it, your brain struggling to catalogue the pleasure as your walls clamp down on his cock, liquid spraying out of you and soaking his thighs and the bedsheets beneath you.

Crocodile buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth digging into your skin as your spasming walls milk his orgasm from him. Hot ropes of cum shoot deep inside of your cunt, the feeling of it making your eyes roll back in your head.

Your orgasm lasts an eternity, the pleasure almost painful as your body continues to quiver long after Crocodile’s stilled inside of you. Aftershocks continue to rock through you even as he lifts his face from the crook of your neck, pressing a soft, apologetic kiss to the bite mark he’d left there.

Soft kisses pressed to your cheeks and the corners of your lips slowly bring you back to the present. Your eyes flutter open slowly, a little sigh slipping through parted lips as your gaze settles on his.

“Welcome back, princess,” He whispers, voice husky. His lips press against yours in a soft, passionate kiss. His tongue brushes yours as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He pulls away slowly, letting your noses brush as he hovers his face over yours. “Talk to me. How do you feel.”

You take the time to catalogue your body, starting at your toes and working your way up. You know him well enough to know that he’s looking for a real answer, not some superficial ‘I’m fine.’

“Good. My wrists are a little sore, my throat’s dry, and my pussy’s definitely sore. But no real pain or discomfort.”

He nods, pushing himself up enough to look down at where you’re still joined. “Keep your legs apart for another second. Stay nice and relaxed.”

You nod, shutting your eyes as you relax your muscles again. You wince slightly as he slips out of you, but the kiss he presses to your lips quickly pulls your attention away from the momentary pain.

“Don’t move,” He warns as he pushes himself off of the bed, giving your nose a little swat with his index finger. He stretches as he walks towards his robe, throwing it on as he moves towards the bathroom. He shoots you one more warning look, and you giggle as you stay still.

You stretch your arms and legs out, groaning as your joints pop. You wince in discomfort as you feel his seed seep out of you, pooling on the sheets below you. You carefully push yourself up to a seated position, frowning at the messy sheets. His growl makes you freeze as you peer guiltily up at him through your lashes.

“I told you not to move.”

“I was stretching!” You argue, blinking innocently up at him as he pads over to the foot of the bed. “I only sat up.”

“Hm.” He walks over to the side of the bed, waving you closer to him. You obey, scooting to the side of the bed in front of him. He gathers you into his arms, hugging you close to his chest and walking to the bathroom with you in his arms.

He sets you down carefully on the counter, checking on the bath he’d started running before coming to a stop between your thighs. From where you sat on the counter, you were about eye level with his pecs. You had to tip your chin up to meet his eyes.

He wraps his arm around your waist, hook digging lightly into your skin as his hand comes up to cup your cheeks. “You did really well for me, baby. I’m really proud of you.”

Your cheeks burn, eyes watering at his praise, “Thank you.”

“You should be proud of yourself, too. I did not go easy on you, but you took everything I gave you.”

You sniffle, nodding. He knew what to say to really tug at your heartstrings.

“I love you. You know I mean well, right? I don’t enjoy punishing you, but sometimes you need to be disciplined.” He ducks his head, dark eyes boring into yours.

“I love you, too.” You whisper back. “And I know. I know you mean well.”

“You scared me. When I came home to an empty house, I thought someone had taken you. It is incredibly dangerous out there for you. I need you to trust me when I tell you that it isn’t safe, and I need you to trust that when I tell you to do something it’s because I have your best interests in mind.”

“I’m sorry,” You purse your lips guiltily. “It won’t happen again. Promise.”

“I know it won’t.” He pulls away from you, shutting the bath water off. He reaches his hand out, waving you towards him. You hop off the counter carefully, walking forward on shaky legs.

His lips quirk at the sight of you stumbling like a newborn faun towards him. His hand grips yours tightly once you’re close enough, helping you make the rest of the way towards him. His hand and hook settle on your hips, guiding you into the hot water.

A content sigh leaves you as you sink into the water. He drops his robe, stepping into the water behind you and pulling your back into his chest. His arms come around your body, holding you tightly to him.

You let your eyes flutter shut, utterly relaxed as his hand moves over your body, cleaning you off as he massages the tension out of your muscles. The smile never leaves your lips as you let him take care of you. He could be harsh sometimes, but he always made sure you knew how special you were. You couldn’t ask for anything better.  

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Numbers Game ~ Part 9

Numbers Game Masterlist

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4515

Ao3 Link

Summary: These dangerous men give you what you asked for. So you ask for a little more.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Dom Dracule Mihawk, Cuckolding, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Hair-Pulling, Degradation, Threesome - F/M/M, Threats of Violence, Choking, Masturbation, PIV Sex, Unprotected Sex (Be safe out there!), Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Spit, Sex Toys, Anal Play, Large Cock, Blowjobs, Shameless Smut, Anal, Double Penetration, Knifeplay, (hook play?), Aftercare

A/N: Heeyyy, so this was meant to be the conclusion of this "one shot." I really hope you enjoy this filthy chapter! I will be pausing this series to catch up on my other projects, so I hope this is a satisfying place for a little break, but I do plan on playing around with these little fiends some more! (Let's be real though, I might just write the next part tomorrow because I have zero control over my feral brain 😅)

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“Wait.”

You were still frozen after Mihawk’s filthy command, so Crocodile’s deep voice just gave you a reason to be still. 

“What are we waiting for, sandman? You told me to stretch–”

“You’ve been hogging all the fun, swordsman,” Crocodile huffed as he stood from the couch.

The massive room narrowed down until all you could see was his veiny, overwhelming cock.

The large man looked down at you with knowing eyes as your mouth went dry. That impressive length bobbed above your head as he moved toward the edge of the coffee table. He went to his knees, and your breath hitched as he started to cage you in.

“I just want a little taste,” Crocodile teased, his deep voice sending chills through you. 

He dug his fingers into your hip until you cried out, but he kept his eyes on Mihawk.

“You’ll still have plenty of work to do. I just wanna fuck my pretty girl’s ass with my tongue before you get it all stretched out.”

The moan that left your lips was almost frightening. It didn’t help that Mihawk was laughing while Crocodile’s one hand flipped you over. That hand was so strong, so big, and suddenly you were flat on your stomach on that coffee table, Crocodile’s fur coat surely wrecked at this point. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting next, but the heavy smack of his huge cock hitting your ass was not it. Another desperate moan escaped you, and you subconsciously tried to crawl away from that threat. 

Your struggle brought a very different threat to your throat.

Sharp. 

A sharp prick of metal made you gasp, all of your forward movement halted. Any struggle away from that heavy, veiny weapon he wielded would have you skewered on the hook curled around your throat. 

“Baby girl,” Crocodile growled, leaning over to brush the hair from your face while his hook stayed in its lethal position. 

“Didn’t you promise Daddy that you could take it?”

A pathetic whimper started, but got trapped in your throat as the movement pressed against that piercing hook.

He stroked that big hand down your back and the meat of your ass a few times while he let out a soothing hum. As soothing as a sound could be with a deadly weapon at your weakest point.

He started to thrust across your skin slowly, and that thick, warm flesh rubbing between your cheeks to your lower back had you clenching with fear and anticipation. And through it all, your body reacted, dripping with need.

Crocodile thrust a little harder until the heavy slap of his balls met your wet cunt. He moved his hook just in time before you speared yourself on that cold metal while you cried out for him. 

“Shh, sweetheart. Don’t you trust me,” he asked as he peppered kisses down your back, removing that heavy threat of him from your skin.

All you could manage was a weak moan that almost sounded like, ‘yeah.’

“Don’t be scared,” he breathed over you, his vicious fingers reaching under your hips as he forced your ass into the air. 

“How about you hold onto this, huh? Hold it tight while I make my sweet girl feel so good.”

With your upper body still pressed into his coat, Crocodile stretched his long arm forward until you could wrap your left hand around that golden hook. 

He left kisses on your lower back, and smoothed his hand over your ass, lifted up toward him, like an offering for its new owner. 

That’s what this is. They’ll take care of me. Because they own me.

Again, your mind tried to fight. It tried to fight to be terrified, disgusted, angry.

But your body had its own plan. The thought of this frightening man owning every fucking inch of you had your body sighing, going limp and loose, pushing your ass up higher for him. 

“Mm, there’s my sweet girl.”

His long, warm tongue licked a stripe from your clit to your ass before he pulled one of your cheeks aside, and started circling that tight ring of muscle with that large tongue. 

The noises leaving your throat were unrecognizable, animalistic, as he wasted no time in shoving that thick tongue into your tight ass. 

It was too much, and it was too fucking good.

Especially when he brought one of those damn fingers to circle your clit.

“Fuuuckk, Daddy…” 

“Mm, what is it babydoll,” he teased, removing that intrusive, delicious tongue. 

“Does my little girl like Daddy’s tongue in her ass?”

“Mmhm,” you begged, writhing your body to make him keep going.

His laughter vibrated through you as he kept going. His fingers teased your clit expertly, while that tongue invaded you, twisting, shoving, curling around until you came. 

You cried out as you fell apart again, as he shoved his tongue so fucking deep while your body convulsed. Every insane orgasm they ripped from you kept pulling you under.

You hadn’t realized you’d been moaning the word ‘daddy’ until your breathing started to calm, his lips leaving warm kisses along your lower back. 

“Told you she was a good girl,” Crocodile teased as he pulled away from you. “Our sweet girl’s ass just milked my tongue like her life depended on it.”

“Really,” Mihawk drawled, his voice moving closer, “because that sounds like something a slut would do.”

The insult from his filthy mouth sounded like the highest of praise, and it brought another moan from you. 

Crocodile huffed as Mihawk traced his hands along your face and back. 

“Our little rabbit is only a slut for us though, right? Our pretty, precious slut that comes just for us?”

“Mmhm,” you breathed out, trying to push yourself up.

“Such a good girl,” he teased as he pressed down on your upper back to keep you in position. “Time to get you ready. I know how much you’ve been waiting, darling.”

He was behind you now, trailing fingers up your thighs before teasing your folds with his swollen length, bringing his breathy name to your lips.

He chuckled as he entered you slowly, your fingers clutching at the coat beneath you. He started a slow pace, tracing his fingers around the meat of your ass until you were twitching. 

The cool drip of liquid onto your asshole made you clench, and the press of the plug that followed had you shaking, groaning with pleasure. He teased and played with you slowly, stretching you out bit by bit as he pushed it further into you. The tight, almost stinging feeling had your eyes rolling back as it filled you more and more.

Mihawk kept that slow rhythm with his cock and the toy, making you lost in sensation until his taunting voice brought you back.

“I've got some questions, little rabbit, and I expect honest answers. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. I’ve just been curious about something. Since you were so desperate for us to fuck you the day we arrived, I had to wonder if your needs weren’t being met.”

It wasn’t a question, so you didn’t answer. But if you opened your eyes, you knew you’d see Buggy on that green chair. 

“Did you enjoy letting that clown fuck you?”

When you paused, he pushed the plug in just a little more, making you cry out your ‘yes.’

“Interesting. Did you ever let him into this lovely, tight ass of yours?”

“Yes.” 

“Let’s see,” he teased, bringing more wild noises from you as he stretched you further. “What else would I like to know… How about, did he ever let our sweet rabbit fuck anything into his ass?”

Your eyes fluttered open to see Buggy watching you, his mouth hanging wide.

“Yes.”

“Mm, what a giving lover you are. Such a shame he didn’t treat you right.”

He pressed the plug fully into you now, and didn’t give you time to stop thrashing before his lube covered fingers teased around his cock.

“What are–”

“Stretching you out, darling. You saw Sir Crocodile’s cock, didn’t you? Just take a deep breath…”

Mihawk’s fingers pressed into you, stretching your pussy next to his already impressive cock. It was overwhelming, the fullness you felt left you panting. 

“I think I have one more question for now,” he mused, fucking you slowly open.

“Does the clown’s cock detach, and fly around like all his other bits? Does it function like that?”

You didn’t think it was possible for your skin to flush even more, but you felt your face burning.

The pause you took elicited a deep thrust that had you whimpering.

“Yes, it does. It works.”

His deep laughter hummed through you, before he removed himself, and the plug, leaving you empty. 

Strong hands lifted you gently, and you relaxed against him.

A contented sigh left you as he kissed you from your temple down to the crook of your neck, his facial hair tickling as you failed to push him away. 

Mihawk nipped playfully at your neck, leaving you giggling. As terrifying as this man was, he could be fucking cute when he wasn’t trying scare you.

“Here we go, rabbit,” he rasped in your ear, nibbling on it before he went on. “I can’t wait to watch you break on our cocks, pretty thing.”

Your shaky hands tried to cling to his shoulders as he sat you on the couch, your feet resting on Crocodiles lap.

Right next to his glistening cock, covered in lube, and waiting for you.

“Come on, sweet girl,” his deep voice beckoned, “come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

Mihawk chuckled at you again from his spot on the table while you were frozen. You didn’t even mean to stay still, you were just overwhelmed. 

“We’ll start nice and slow, sweetheart. I know you can take it.”

How can his voice seem so sweet, even with the thread of danger riding just underneath?

Crocodile’s voice helped you move, and you reached for his offered hand and hook. Sitting on his thighs with his pulsing need between you, you basked under his gaze. 

Again, there was still that feeling of being an object, a prized possession. But the way his eyes roamed over every inch of you had you shivering. Like you were stunning, precious.

The cool metal of his hook stroked your cheek, and your eyes fluttered closed at the no longer unwanted sensation. 

“Put your hands on my shoulders, babydoll. I’ll help you.”

You obeyed, your hands still trembling as he guided you to hover slightly above him.

“Let me feel ya just a little, sugar.”

His husky voice gave you chills as you lowered just enough.

He rubbed his tip through your folds, pressing against your sensitive clit, until you had to fight to stay steady.

“So pretty when you dance for me.”

Your eyes had closed as his words rolled over you, but they snapped back to him as he lined himself up. 

“Be a good girl, and breathe for me, alright?”

Now that he was pressed at your entrance, already feeling huge before he was even inside you, he brought his large hand to your waist. It didn’t hurt, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to escape that firm grip unless he let you. 

He kept stroking the back of that hook along your skin as he told you to relax.

Your eyes went wide as you started to take him in, your fingers clawing into his shoulders. You’d never been with anyone this big before and it felt intense, the tip of him invading you as you tried to pull away.

That firm grip of his kept your hips in place while he watched you squirm, digging his fingers in hard until you looked at him.

“Quit fighting. You said you could take it, sweet girl. I don’t like liars.”

His soothing smile would have had more effect if he hadn’t coupled it with those words, and his hook around your neck. Another chain to hold you in place.

“If you don’t breathe, it’s gonna hurt worse. You don’t want Daddy to hurt you, huh?”

You tried to focus on breathing, but a smirk touched his lips that stopped your breath again.

“Mm, but you liked pain, didn’t you,” he taunted, still holding your body at the very tip of him. “Would that help you out, sugar?”

The point of his hook scraped lightly across your lower back, your eyes rolling as you gasped in pleasure from the teasing pain.

That brought out a desperate cry as your body shoved itself further down his shaft from your writhing movement. 

Mihawk was chuckling behind you again while Crocodile showered you with praise.

“Look how well you’re doing for me, baby. That was so good, your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart.”

Your fingers were digging into his arms as you tried to get used to the stretch. Then his fingers dug into your waist again, and his dark eyes burned into you.

“That’s enough waiting. You know you can take it now, pretty girl. Either you do it, or I’ll do it for you.”

Frozen again, you gasped as he wrapped the hook back around your neck.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

His growl rolled through your skin, and you started to slide yourself onto him. Your legs had gotten wobbly from sitting above him like that, and he was kind enough to hold you up by the waist when you shook, almost falling down his length. 

The tight, burning stretch of him stole your thoughts. He filled you up more and more, until you took in almost all of him, whimpering in his lap with tears in your eyes. 

“Such a good girl,” he moaned softly as he leaned down to kiss your temple. “You feel me filling you up so good, huh, sweetheart?”

All you managed were whimpers, pathetic fingers grasping at the muscles of his massive chest.

Pleased laughter rumbled through him as he gripped your waist again.

“Just relax, babydoll. I’ll do the rest.”

Your body clenched and tightened around his as he started to move you up and down. Even one handed, he had no trouble lifting and sliding your body while you broke apart, shaking and moaning for him. 

Your grasping hands reached up to hang onto his hook, holding it in place around your neck, and clawing uselessly into the metal.

More praise left his lips as he started slow, but soon you were screaming as he bounced you on his cock, finally forcing your body all the way down until you were filled to the brim. 

“Fuck yes, my perfect fucking girl,” Crocodile moaned between that brutal bouncing. “Knew you could take it all, baby. So proud of you.”

You whimpered when he took his hook away, reaching for something else to cling to. 

Instead, you felt lips and teeth along your neck, sending a pulse of heat right to your core.

The painful stretch of the man beneath you was still overwhelming, but it was also incredible. You were already so close, and Mihawk’s teasing touches had you throwing your head back.

“I thought I might have missed it, but it doesn’t look like you’ve broken her just yet,” Mihawk spoke over you as his hands played along your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples to make you thrash again.

“She’s almost there. Our sweet girl can handle a lot, can’t you, baby.”

“Mmhm,” you managed, trying and failing to help him move you as he fucked you like a doll.

“Alright, little rabbit,” Mihawk breathed along your ear, “I’m going to take you now, just like you wanted. Remember, darling?”

His hands roamed your body, before trapping your hands in one of his. The press of his chest against your back was like fire, heating every part of you. Crocodile slowed, a deep hum moving through him as Mihawk's attention made your body squeeze onto his even more.

“Remember these sweet little fingers trying to please you? When what you really wanted was to be our little treasure? To let us fuck you dumb?”

His words alone would have made you cry out, but he chased those words by stuffing his wicked fingers into your ass, lube letting him slide in easily. 

“Do you still want that? Does our pretty pet want us to fuck her full until she’s dripping with come?”

So much. It was all so much. You could hardly think. 

“Please.”

These two dangerous men both let out deep, satisfied laughs, and you ate it up. 

You wanted them. You wanted it all.

This feels so fucking good.

Mihawk pressed the tip of that thick cock into your ass, reaching his skilled fingers around to your clit.

You came before he’d pushed halfway in, and he used your spasming body as an excuse to sheathe himself fully, ripping screams from your throat. 

Mihawk pushed you forward until you were panting on Crocodile’s chest, while he set one foot on the couch beside the larger man’s thighs to get better leverage. 

You hardly heard their praise through your orgasm as your entire body was focused on the sensation of being full.

“Pretty girl,” Crocodile rasped, helping Mihawk move your body over theirs with his hand on your hip. “Taking us so well. Gonna take care of you, baby.”

Your nod against his chest was probably lost in the heavy thrusts taking you over, making you theirs. 

“He’s right, little darling,” Mihawk purred, wrapping his free hand around your chest to pull you toward him again, arching your back. “I’ve never met such a magnificently filthy rabbit like you. I’m going to make sure you get every sick thing this delicious body craves.”

He kissed your cheek, the sounds of his promise, and his rough breathing, bringing you close to the edge again.

“Pl–”

He took away the fingers at your clit, needy whimpers bringing fresh tears to your eyes. 

“Don’t fret, love. Just answer my questions.”

You nodded desperately, the pressure of their cocks even more intense without his skilled fingers against that needy bundle of nerves. 

“Would you like all three of your pretty holes stuffed full of come?”

A whine left your lips, not understanding.

“What are you doing, swordsman,” Crocodile questioned, his growl almost breathy as he kept shoving into you. 

“Just giving our pet everything she wants,” he taunted, nipping your ear again. “Would you like that clown's cock down your throat while we fuck our come into you?”

A stifled moan floated from behind you, but you couldn’t try to look as Crocodile’s hook touched your cheek. 

That beautiful, frightening man looked down at you, and fear ripped through you again. 

What do they want me to say?

“I don’t like liars, sweet girl. Answer his question.”

They both slowed and paused inside you, your body aching with the need for them to just move. 

“Come on, vixen,” Mihawk coaxed, “it’s a simple–”

“Yes,” you gasped, hoping they wouldn’t punish either of you. 

“You heard her, clown. You should be grateful our little rabbit is so generous.”

The breath you’d been holding came out in a filthy moan as they both started fucking you again, Mihawk’s fingers going back to where you needed them. 

“Hurry up, clown,” Crocodile threatened, his breathing getting ragged again as he bounced you up and down. Your body felt the slide of every thick vein along your clenching walls. 

“If you don’t put your pathetic dick in our sweet girl's mouth right now you won’t be getting it ba–”

If you weren’t almost completely fucked out, you might have giggled at the sight of Buggy’s heavy cock flying in the air above your head, circling for a moment as if afraid to get too close. 

You opened your mouth, letting out a moan that was all the invitation he needed. 

Buggy shoved in harder than he normally does at first, and you felt him pause, as if he hadn’t meant to be that rough. He let you adjust, and you noticed the salty taste of cum along his length. It was more than precum, and it seemed like he’d failed to wipe off all the come he must have spilled in his clothes while he watched you getting fucked.

That thought, that taste, and that force of him down your throat did you in. 

No more thoughts. No more worries or fears. Nothing but these three cocks throbbing inside you, taking you, molding your body to fit theirs. 

A vague awareness you still had on reality noticed your muffled, choked screams, your body thrashing until firm hands held you in place, a hook around your neck, fingers pulling at your hair. 

Sweet praise, vulgar grunts, and the wet, slapping and squelching sounds of your body being used filled the air.

“My sweet girl…”

“My little rabbit…”

“My pretty star…”

You almost didn’t hear that last soft voice before his come spilled down your throat, your hands grasping at someone’s skin while your eyes fluttered.

He left your mouth, floating away while you licked your lips. 

“You ready to fill our girl, Crocodile? I think she’s waited long enough.”

Mihawk’s fingers danced on your clit even faster, and the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin, sensitive flesh inside you brought drool to your lips.

“Let’s take care of her,” Crocodile’s voice seemed to threaten, the jolting of his hook around your neck bringing your heavy lidded eyes to his. 

You couldn’t keep your eyes on his for long. 

Not as you felt both of them throbbing, their thrusts slowing and staggering, and their deep moans vibrating through you.

“Such a good girl, taking my come. Fuck, baby…”

“My greedy little pet, you like us fucking you dumb? Get used to it, darling. You feel him filling you, unf, filling you up? Take mine too, rabbit. Fuck, milk our cocks just like that…”

One more orgasm tore through you, like your body was made to suck them up, to devour them. 

Feeling their achingly hot ropes of come pouring into you was one more sensation on a pile of others tonight that you never knew you needed. But now you needed to have it again. 

After all your thrashing and screaming had ceased, gentle hands laid you onto that warm expanse of chest. 

The emptiness was abrupt and painful, and Crocodile gave you soothing noises and praise while Mihawk trailed fingers down your skin.

“Crocodile, you really should get a look at how beautiful she is. Forget jewelry, our little treasure deserves to be dripping with come everyday.”

His pleased voice was close to you, and you twitched as he left soft kisses along your lower back. 

“I’ll have plenty of chances to see her like that. Let’s take our pretty girl to get cleaned up. Clown, go make sure there’s enough towels in my room.”

“Why your room,” Mihawk questioned, as you heard the door to the lounge open and close. 

“I had my own bed brought in,” Crocodile said, his deep voice making you sleepy as you felt it through his chest. “It’s got more than enough room for the three of us. Unless you’d prefer to sleep alone?”

“Not at all. I doubt the bath will be large enough, although I suppose you prefer showers,” Mihawk mused as you heard the distinctive sound of wine filling his glass. 

Soft whimpers left your throat as your wrecked body tried to knock you out. Crocodile just ran that huge hand down your back, shushing and soothing you until the door opened again. 

“Darling, is there anything else you need besides a shower,” Mihawk asked, sitting beside Crocodile to stroke his fingers through your hair. “We’re bringing water, and wine, but let us know if you’re hungry. Our little rabbit put in a lot of work tonight.”

“You need anything, sweetheart?”

Both of their voices offering to care for you sent chills over your skin, and you moaned softly as your body twitched. 

“Please, just…”

Mihawk brought your fingers to his lips, another soft kiss making you sigh.

“Please, keep touching me.”

“Mm, my pleasure,” he purred, leaving another gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Let’s get you cleaned up. 

Mihawk wrapped you in that ruined coat before carrying you down the long hallway, bringing you into Crocodile’s suite as you heard the large man’s voice echoing in the hall. 

“Sit by the door, clown. I want you here in case our girl needs anything.”

A small noise escaped your throat, but Mihawk just kissed your forehead, carrying you away.

“Can you stand for a moment, love? You can hang onto the counter.”

This cruel, terrifying swordsman set you gently onto the bathroom floor, took that heavy coat from your shoulders, and knelt at your feet. He brought a damp washcloth to your skin, handling you with so much gentleness that it made your head swim.

Until he looked up at you with a wicked smirk, and opened that mouth of his.

“Look at my slutty little rabbit, dripping come all the way down to the floor.”

Your body tightened, and your knees went weak as you tried to catch yourself on the counter. 

Mihawk just laughed, carrying you to the large shower.

“I’ll hold her,” Crocodile demanded, removing his hook to set on the counter. “You wash her.”

You couldn't be sure, but it seemed like Crocodile didn’t take off that hook in front of many people. 

Mihawk set you in his arms before starting the shower, bringing his dangerous fingers back to you as he washed you with care.

“Don't push our girl anymore tonight,” Crocodile growled as Mihawk’s fingers trailed lower.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he purred.

You might have fallen asleep as they took turns holding you to wash themselves, hardly noticing them dry your skin as you yawned, their deep voices holding a conversation that you couldn’t understand. 

What you could understand was their touch that never left you. The smooth, soothing motions of hands along your back. The warm press of lips against your temple, your shoulder. Those strong arms and hands carrying you to the huge bed. Warm bodies sliding in next to yours, surrounding you.

“Need anything else, sweetheart?”

“Hm,” you perked up, feeling so good, so relaxed.

Your eyes opened just enough for you to see the door, and the clown that sat on a chair beside it. 

“Anything,” you whined, writhing as the warmth of their skin made you shiver with pleasure. 

“She was very good, Crocodile,” Mihawk teased, nuzzling against your ear until you squirmed.

“Alright. What does my sweet girl want?”

There was just enough energy in your body to feel fear, but you were too tired to care. You probably should have asked for something else. 

Tilting your head back and forth to see their frightening faces, you hoped they wouldn’t be angry. Almost had hope that they might even listen. 

“I want you to be nicer to Buggy.”

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a/n: Thank you so much for joining me on this wild ride! That was the longest sex scene of all time 😅 This has been a blast to write with all of you screaming at me in the comments. Please don't murder me for the break, lol

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Part 10

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[ladymildfrd]

Be Home Soon - Crocodile x afab!Reader

MINORS DNI

A/N: Well hello there 😌 I hope you all remember the poll from about a month ago (maybe longer)? Here’s your result! I love me some good old sand daddy. I hope you all enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of nicknames (my desert flower/my flower), squirting

“I could tell you miss me.” His gruff voice reverberated through the speaker, your heart beat picking up, hands traveling over your body sensually. You had teased him all day, after all - sending him those naughty pictures of you posed on his desk, nothing but fishnets gracing your legs, touching yourself on top of his papers.

Having a home office was something you had never found a use in - as he just kept unimportant documents in it - but suddenly, alone and needy during his absence, a wicked idea had crossed your mind. You knew later you’d reap what you sowed, but right now, the adrenaline was just what you needed.”Yes, sir. Miss you so much,” you confirmed, fingers now playing with your hardening buds to his response, a grunt followed by a rustling.

“Tell me how much you missed me, desert flower,” his voice was laced in debauchery, that pretty noise left his throat- the one that told you he had just touched himself after freeing his hardness from his slacks. You imagined the way he was running his fist over the skin, stopping just at the end of the tip and his thumb teasing his slit.

“Well, s-sir,” you started, clit throbbing, being teased with your nails through the fabric of your underwear, “I sat on your desk and touched myself, and I kind of made a mess but it’ll get cleaned. I thought about your fingers inside me, fucking me like you do so good…” your voice was silky like velvet, words sending electricity through the man’s nerves to his cock, which was being choked quickly in his ringed hand.

“You won’t have to wait for me much longer, darling,” his sweet promise sent a shiver down your spine, lifting the baby hairs on the back of your neck. A pitiful gasp through the speaker and the man knew you had slipped your fingers past your underwear, teasing your needy cunt to his deep voice. The timber had always lit a fire in you, his words loving but resounding and menacing as he rasped them in your ear everytime he took you in any position. He always wanted you to hear him surround you in mind, body, and soul during your ardery, wanting to smother you with everything he had in order to make you squirm below him.

“Do you promise, Sir Crocodile?” You asked, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips, causing the man to huff indifferently, “You said that last time and didn’t have your dick inside me until three weeks later.”

Your filthy and merciless vocabulary always lit something different in him, and he felt his balls twitch at the unabashed words. “I promise, flower. I’ll be back in a week, and I’ll bend you whatever surface you’d like. I’ll take care of that little cunt, don’t worry. Right now, just focus on my voice while you touch yourself.”

His instructions pulled a whine from the back of your throat, digits teasing your entrance timidly. When you pushed two of your fingers in, your mewl of his name rang through his speaker, his head tipping back in turn.

He could see your face contrast in pleasure– the way your pupils blew with desire when he filled your core with his own thick fingers, the hot breaths that were now encircling his eardrums, like his favorite melody. He encouraged you as he began to relish in the wet sounds from his den den and his own crotch. His large hand was engulfing his throbbing length harshly now, unable to harbor the strangled noises emanating from his throat.

“Oh, how I wish this was your cunt, my flower,” he grunted, beginning to rut his hips into his fist quickly, his precum making great lube, “I can’t wait to fill you up so nice and good, have you bounce on my cock so dutifully as you do.”

Your pussy was making depraved noises from between your legs, but even Crocodile could hear the soft, squishy sounds from the speaker. “Pleease sir~ Please hurry and come home~” Your begging was getting more whiny the longer you shoved your fingers into your g-spot, focusing on the deep reverb of your partner’s voice to bring you to your climax. “I-I”ll do anything to show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“Anything?” An eyebrow quirked, and his smirk contorted as his eyebrows furrowed. He’d been imagining taking you from behind on his balcony, in the early hours of the morning when the first rays of morning were shining through the violet streaks of the previous night. He wanted nothing more than to show the world just who you belonged to, to place his hook around your throat and pull you towards him, raking his teeth down your neck as he slowly slid in and out of you, making sure you could feel everything he had to give you.

“A-Anything, Sir!” You gasped, your pussy spasming wildly around your fingers. You had pinched your clit in just the right way as you pressed into your sweet spot, your cunt squirting its sweetness all over the mahogany wood of Crocodile’s chair.

As soon as he heard that sweet mewl, he unraveled into his fist, groaning your name into the hot air of his cabin. His arousal spurts made a mess of his hand, and he cursed it all for you not being there to clean him off.

In the blissful silence that followed, you both caught your breath, falling back to earth after the intense orgasm that led you both reeling and missing each other even more than before. “I’ll make sure this ship gets home as soon as possible, my flower. I need to take care of your needy cunt sooner rather than later, it seems.”

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Cleaning Up (Crocodile x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, fem afab! Reader, virgin! Reader, Crocodile’s your boss, fingering, PiV sex, inappropriate use of Crocodile’s hook, belly bulge, slight overstimulation

WC: 3.6k

Summary: You’re Sir Crocodile’s maid and, if you’re honest, your uniform is an offense to feminism. Luckily you don’t really see your boss or anyone else while you work so there’s nothing to worry about.

Until you see him.

And then you start having things to worry about- mostly how attracted you are to your boss.

Notes: what can I say. Horny brain won

Tagging: @keiva1000

In the handful of weeks you’ve been Sir Crocodile’s personal maid you’ve grown to like your job. You were terrified on your first few days but quickly you found out that there was little reason to be scared. You were rarely ever in the same space as Crocodile- you worked mostly during the day while he was attending to his work- and you did your job throughly so he never had any notes for you beyond which drinks to stock up for him. Not to mention even the slight unpleasantness of how much sand you have to clean up is easily overridden by the generous pay you receive. And what you were initially the most uncomfortable with you’ve grown to like- that being the uniform.

It’s… short. And low. And so painfully stereotypical. The textbook definition of an impractical sexy maid’s outfit. For the first week you spent more time trying to make the skirt cover your ass then you spent cleaning. But when you realized there was rarely anyone in the house while you were working you quickly cared a lot less. There was something nice about putting on an outfit you didn’t have to think about picking out, and honestly there wasn’t any work so hard that you needed the coverage of pants for safety, so you developed a good relationship with the skimpy black and white number.

Maybe you did think you were a little sexy in it.

Of course, there was no one at work to see you and certainly no one at home, but it was nice to feel good about yourself. If no one else was going to objectify you, goddamn it, you were. Your boobs did look nice in the low square cut top. Your ass was cute when in peaked out from under that stupid tiny skirt.

It made coming to work each day slightly less boring. Your job was, admittedly, monotonous as you worked through your cleaning schedule. Today was an office cleaning day though- a nice break from the mopping day before. You collected all your cleaning supplies, pushed the big doors to Sir Crocodile’s office open, and nearly jumped out of your skin.

Crocodile was sitting behind his desk, leaning back as he read a newspaper. He folded down the edge of the paper as you came in, looking you up and down as you stared like a deer in the headlights, carefully constructed day flying away from you.

“I’m so sorry sir I didn’t know you would be in today-“ You had only seen him twice before this- once when he interviewed you and then another when he gave you a tour of his home. Never during work hours and certainly never in your uniform. “I’ll clean other places I’m sorry to disturb you.”

“No, it’s fine.” He says dismissively and that’s all as he unfolds the paper again to continue reading.

Okay. Time to do your job then. And try not to focus on how damn short your skirt is. It’s fine.

And really, it was. You went about your normal work and it seemed like Crocodile went about his. He looked at you from time to time but you got the feeling his was more looking at the quality of your work as opposed to your figure. Thank god you were good at your job.

After an hour or so you were done and loaded all of your supplies back onto your cart to move onto the next room. But, since he was here-

“I’m all done here unless there is something else you’d like done?” You ask politely, wanting to appease him.

“Hm…” He sits up in his chair and looks you up and down. “Who gave you that uniform?”

“Um… one of your officers sir, he had an interesting makeup style?”

“Ah. Bon Clay.” He huffs. “Well, at least your boyfriend can get some enjoyment out of this.”

“I’m not-“ This conversation has not gone anywhere near what you were expecting. “No boyfriend or anyone sir.”

“Really…” He looks you up and down again and suddenly you feel heat from his gaze. “Interesting. Well, there’s nothing else I need today, continue on.”

And just like that you were dismissed. You nod your head a silently hurry out of the room, grateful you didn’t have to continue facing down his hardened stare. It was frightening… but there was a twist in your gut that certainly wasn’t fear.

Arousal.

It followed you through the rest of your shift, his piercing grey eyes in the back of your mind as you swept and dusted. The heat from his gaze still lingered on your skin as you crawled into bed later that night. The few words he did say to you left questions for your mind to run rampant with.

But he was your boss and a terrifying pirate so you needed to shove all those thoughts and lock them away where they couldn’t be found. You could ignore how wet you’d gotten just from thinking about him looking at you.

You probably weren’t going to see him for a while so you had plenty of time to cool off and get a rational head about all this. This fleeting, lewd fantasy would be over before you knew it.

That is, of course, until he’s home the next day too.

This time he’s in the dining room, enjoying a cup of coffee and a book when you round the corner. You aren’t as startled this time, but all those lustful thoughts came crawling back into your head.

“Good afternoon sir.” You say, hoping your voice hasn’t betrayed you.

“Afternoon.” He says, only glancing up from the page when you speak.

It’s probably better this way, the less words he speaks the less of that low tone the less you have to latch onto. You sweep the floor first before moving to clean the long hardwood dining room table. At first you only clean 3/4ths of it, avoiding Crocodile’s space. But when you go to put your rags away Crocodile stops you.

“Oh, don’t let me get in your way.” He pushes himself back in his chair, taking his coffee cup with him as he sits about a foot from the table now.

“Thank you.” You go to star cleaning from the side of the table but a small tut from Crocodile stops you.

“Wouldn’t right here be a better angle?” He gestures casually with his hook to the small space between him and the table. Your brain is slow in processing what he’s saying and he simply leans back with a shrug. “But what do I know about cleaning.”

You’re not entirely convinced you’re not dreaming as you walk closer to him and turn so your back is facing him when you put yourself in between him and the table. You hear your heartbeat in your ears as you first clean off the table right in front of you, taking your time so you can work up the courage for your next action.

Slowly you lean over the table, pushing yourself up on your tip toes to get your whole torso onto the hardwood surface. You know your ass is fully on display for Crocodile, your black panties probably not doing much to hide the folds of your pussy. Behind you, you hear Crocodile suck in a breath.

“Just like that…” He murmurs and you aren’t sure but you swear you feel the fabric of your skirt move up slightly.

You take your precious time cleaning off the last bit of the table, making sure to shift your hips much more often than necessary as you keep yourself pushed up. There’s no way he isn’t staring at you the whole time, and you try not to have a giant smile on your face when you slowly stand up again and turn around. You’re still situated in that small space, your legs between his spread knees.

“Is there anything else you need sir?” You look into his eyes, using every ounce of your willpower to not look down and see if he’s hard or not.

His golden hook plays with the edges of your skirt as he looks at it thoughtfully. “I thought this thing was a little much at first, but I think I’ve come around to it.”

“It’s grown on me as well.” The attention has you flushed and your heart beating out of your chest.

“You look like you want to run.” He grins up at you and you have to grip the table behind you to keep yourself steady.

“No sir.”

“Then why are you so flushed?”

He’s playing with you. Like a cat toying with a bird before it kills it. There’s something so intoxicating about being prey.

“I guess I’m not used to attention like this sir.” You answer honestly.

“How can that be?” His flesh hand comes up and grazes along the outside of your thigh. “Pretty little thing like yourself…”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I keep too much to myself.” His touch is featherlight as he leaves goosebumps in his wake.

“No partner now… certainly there have been partners before?” His grey eyes are intense as they lock with yours and the implications of his question aren’t lost on you.

“No. No partners before.” You admit, growing more breathless by the second.

His grin shifts slightly into something that would be frightening if you weren’t dizzy with arousal. His coffee cup gets placed back on the table, long forgotten by now.

“What an absolute shame.” There’s no hint of sadness in his voice. “Poor little thing like yourself all alone late at night.”

His hand drifts under your skirt and around to your ass, palming the flesh there. “I bet you make do though.”

That was the thing though- you really didn’t. Not for lack of trying, certainly not, but every time you touched yourself you’d never been able to climax. You get in your own head and your thoughts run rampant and you can only focus on how your fingers don’t actually reach anywhere good or how you can never keep up the right pressure on your clit to push you over the edge. Something always slips at the last minute and drags you out and away from your orgasm. You enjoy the ride there, at least, but never quite get over the hill.

You take too long to respond but that in itself tells Crocodile his answer. The grip on your ass turns bruising and you bite back a moan. You watch as his tongue runs over his teeth and he’s about to say something when-

“Sir.” A voice sounds from behind you and embarrassment shoots up through your system.

“What?” Crocodile’s voice is sharp and mean as he glares past you at whoever is interrupting.

“There’s been Marine movement counter to what our intelligence has told us-“

“How bad?” Crocodile cuts him off and you look and see Crocodile’s hook slowly crushing into the table next to you.

“Bad.”

“Fuck.” His hook full imbeds in the table with a slam and you can’t help but jump. “I’ll be there in a second. Go!”

You hear hurried footsteps leaving the room and there’s a heavy pause as you both collect yourselves. You hear the sound of splintered wood as he pulls his hook out of the table and stands up, towering over you.

“Don’t worry about the table.” His hand slowly leaves you and you bite back a whine. “Do you think you could stay late today? My bedroom is a mess and could use your attention.”

You nod furiously but he tuts.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“Yes sir.” You manage and are rewarded with the surprisingly soft brush of his fingers on your cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

And with that he leaves you, breathless and gripping the broken table. You take a deep breath and calm yourself down so you can finish your work for the day.

Once you figure out how to make your legs work again.

You clean just about every square inch of the house you have access to before slipping into Crocodile’s bedroom as the sun went down. Of course, there was absolutely nothing to clean in his room- honestly you weren’t confident he even slept in here with how pristine it was.

You smile as you get a devious thought, walking over to the neatly made bed. You slip your panties off before sitting on the edge of the bed and then nicely lay them out next to you. Now to wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

You’re half asleep by the time the bedroom door startles you awake. You shoot upright and try to look poised but you quickly realize he probably doesn’t care.

He looks tired and aggravated. His eyebrows furrowed as he slams the door behind him and for a second you think you’re going to be asked to leave- that is until he sees you. His shoulders visibly relax as he stalks over to you, looking you up and down.

“Sorry I had to keep you waiting I-“ He stops in his tracks as he sees your panties sitting next to you on the bed. That predatory grin from earlier sneaks back on his face. His hook picks up the black fabric and holds it out in front of both of you.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down at you.

“I-“ All the courage you had worked up earlier fizzled out by now, embarrassment raking over your body as you avoided his gaze. “Just wanted to be ready for you.”

“So here you were on my bed- bare, alone- what a cruel man I am. Fuck if I had known-“ His body towers over you and you lean back, arms straight behind you supporting you on the bed.

“You’re here now.” You still can’t quite meet his eyes but hearing all the need in his voice has your confidence slowly creeping back.

“Yes.” His hand comes up and his thumb rubs your cheek as he gently moves your face so you’re looking in his eyes. “Back to the headboard and spread your legs for me.”

You quickly push yourself back until you hit the headboard and let your legs lay open, earning you an appreciative hum from Crocodile. He walks around the bed before sitting next to you, hand grazing up your thigh. Leaning in he nudges your jaw with his nose and you tilt your head, letting him have full access to your neck. Teeth graze along your jugular as he pushes your skirt fully up.

“You might have ruined my sheets already, you’re absolutely dripping…” You whine as his large fingers push apart your folds.

He bites down right as he pushes a finger inside you, pain and pleasure mixing as you writhe against the bed. His finger pumps slowly in and out as he licks over the bite he just made. A second finger slips easily inside you while his thumb rubs against your clit.

“How do my fingers feel? Hm?” He whispers as he nips at your earlobe.

“Feels so good sir- I’m-“ You press your head back into the headboard as you feel the coil tightening inside you.

This is always where you get in your own way and you feel that self scrutiny rearing its head. Suddenly you’re worried about how you look, how you sound, how your inexperience is going to eventually ruin the night. You’re quickly sliding away from your orgasm and Crocodile catches on fast.

“Hey.” His hook goes under your chin and directs your face to his. “Focus here.”

His lips are on yours and his body leans in, pressing you down further into the bed. The kiss is so consuming you don’t notice this hook leave your chin until it’s slicing clean down the middle of your top and bra. Fabric falls away and your yelp at the action is easily swallowed by Crocodile. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe as the cold metal of his hook drags against one of your nipples.

“I guess I’m not too upset you won’t cum on my fingers.” His voice is husky as he pulls away, hand quickly shoving his pants down. “Your first orgasm should be on my cock anyways.”

Your head is swimming at his words and as he pulls his cock out you realize you’re in over your head. He’s big- too big you’re afraid. Crocodile must see the gears turning in your head and he chuckles.

“Oh don’t worry darling- it’ll fit.” He moves back over you, caging you in with his large body.

He drags his tip through your folds, teasing you as he presses kisses along your neck and collarbone. The gold of his hook drags down between your breasts, somehow still cold despite its constant presence on your body. His tip presses into you and you already feel the stretch and you hands fly to his back and shoulders to anchor yourself.

“Shhhh- just relax baby-“ He pushes in slowly but relentlessly and it’s hard to follow his instructions when you feel like you’re getting split in half.

As your nails dig into the skin of his back he leans down and takes one of your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as his hook presses into your other nipple. There’s nothing you can do but take what you’re being given, letting the painful yet pleasurable sensations overwhelm you until finally- finally- your brain empties of all thoughts.

“That’s it- such a good girl for me-“ You don’t miss how breathless he is, forehead pressed to your collarbone as he pushes his last few inches into you. “So fucking tight-“

One of your hands moves up and tangles in his black hair. “Please- need-“

“Hm? Need more already?” He starts to move his hips, pace still slow as you still struggle to accommodate his girth. “I knew you were going to be such a good little whore for me.”

He sits up and pulls your thighs up further around his waist, shifting his angle and making you see stars. You feel his hand pressing against your stomach and when you look down you can see the slight budge of his tip pressing up through the skin. It’s enough to make you dizzy.

“You see that don’t you?” He picks up his pace, hand moving down to hold your hips in place. “You’re taking me so well- I’m going to fucking ruin you for anyone else. Do you think anyone else could possibly fuck you like this? Huh?”

“No- fuck- I’m-“ You claw at whatever skin of his you can reach as you feel your orgasm rushing up on you and for once you’re not afraid it’s going to creep away.

“That’s right baby- cum all over my cock. I know you can do it.” His pace is brutal and his hand moves from your hip so his thumb can circle your clit and just like that you’re gone.

White hot pleasure rakes down your spine as you come undone on his cock, the release nearly making you cry. Crocodile has moved to press kisses against your neck again, slowly moving back up to your lips as he rocks into you at a slowed pace. The kiss is less intense than before but no less intimate.

“Think you can give me another one?” He asks, breathe fanning over your face.

“I don’t-“ You’re quickly cut off by him flipping you onto your stomach.

You feel his hand press down against the space between your shoulder blades as the outer curve of his hook presses your hips up. Despite his slowed pace the pleasure is still the same- body still reeling from your last orgasm.

“I can’t help being a greedy man.” He grunts out, the sound of his hips hitting your ass filling the room.

You hold onto the sheets for dear life as you do your best to keep your ass in the air as he fucks you into the mattress. The bed does little to muffle your debauched moans and whines as his cock hits spots you didn’t know existed.

“C’mon baby be a good girl for me- milk my cock-“ His thrusts are rougher now and you have no choice but to obey his command.

You cry out into the bed as you cum, only just able to hear Crocodile groan behind you as you feel the sudden loss of his length inside you. Not a second later you feel warm ropes of cum hit you ass.

“Hold still for me for just a bit more baby-“ Crocodile is breathless as you feel his hand grab at your asscheek, fingers smearing his cum into you skin. “Fuck you look so beautiful all gaping for me- next time I’m going to fill you up, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You can only offer a weak moan, completely worn out as you focus all your energy on not fully collapsing onto the bed. Of course the thought was wonderful, but you’re not sure when your body would recover from this.

“Alright love, you can relax.” At his words you melt, body falling into the bed as the haze of exhaustion washes over you.

You feel Crocodile’s weight leave the bed but he’s only gone for a minute. He returns with a glass of water and a damp cloth, cleaning you off with a surprising softness.

“I don’t think I can walk let alone make it home.” You admit after you take a drink of water.

“Did you really think I’d let you go home after that? Darling, you never have to leave again if you don’t want to.” Crocodile joins you on the bed again, hook sitting on his bedside table.

As he pulls you into his chest, chin resting on top of your head, you don’t think that’s such a bad idea.

[ladymildfrd]

I wanna fuck the clown

[ladymildfrd]

Why is my traste in men clown 😞

Real😔

[ladymildfrd]

You’d Do Anything For Me, Wouldn’t Ya, Doll?

Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2104

Summary: You are Captain Buggy’s Vicious Dagger, his blade tossing beauty that recently became his lover. You’d do anything for him, and tonight you prove it.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, Knife Play, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rough Sex, Dom Buggy, Condoms Come Shot, Comeplay, Established Relationship, Fem!Reader, Reader Insert, Murder of an Unnamed Character, Don't Insult Captain Buggy

A/N: This is an extended scene from Ch. 11 of the long fic, Take Me With You (if Cabaji hadn’t so rudely interrupted). You don’t need to read that long fic to enjoy this smut! Hope you enjoy it! 🤡💙🗡️

“Our deadliest dagger thrower is testing her skills! Is Orange Town’s bravest idiot lucky enough to survive the wheel of death?”

Before Buggy’s hands could send the wheel spinning, the man on the wheel screamed out, his voice lancing through the air.

“Leave us alone you ugly frea-”

The man’s insult toward Buggy was cut short as your dagger pierced his throat, dead center. You kept your Vicious face for him, and when Buggy looked at you, you knew he wanted you right then. Pride dripped through your skin as the tent filled with screams and crying for the quickly dying man.

Buggy spun the wheel, and you applauded as the man’s dying gurgles twisted through the air.

“There you have it folks! There’s no defeating Captain Buggy’s Vicious Dagger! Looks like Orange Town will have to do better than that at tomorrow’s show. See you then!”

You stood with Buggy in the light, using your body to gesture how he wanted you to, to show him off, your splendid Captain. You wanted to eat him up, the feeling of him so high making your own body shake.

The audience was led out of the main tent for the night, couldn’t do for them to see all the sets broken and made.

That left the big tent empty, save for you and Buggy.

Freaks had already come and cleaned the trash away, and you stood before the wheel, body on fire while he watched you practice.

Everytime you sunk a dagger, you pictured it sinking into the flesh of someone who’d hurt your King. You pictured the way he was looking at you right now, and you never wanted to stop.

Buggy lay across his throne, head tilted while you threw. His tongue kept leaving his teeth, and his smile was making your breath hitch.

You started to walk toward the wheel, all the daggers on your body now tossed across the floor.

Buggy’s hands flew out to stop you, and you gave a small, but excited yelp as you felt him touching you.

One hand grabbed your shoulder, and turned you back around so you could face him. You were both in spotlights, but he was still a knife’s throw away from you.

Buggy’s other hand returned carrying a dagger, and you reached out to take it.

He didn’t hand you the hilt, instead your breath caught as Buggy brought the knife to your throat.

You kept your Vicious smile on as you met his gaze.

Buggy beamed at you, eyes squinting in the light as the knife pressed into your skin gently.

The scrape of it made you gasp, in a far more sexual way than you expected. Buggy traced the edge of the blade down your throat, and then your chest as you shivered, and your eyes rolled back in your head. You cried out as the knife pulled a fraction more, taking just a prick of blood, before it was gone.

You looked toward Buggy and your knees almost buckled at the sight of him, legs spread on his throne, licking the taste of you off his dagger.

He laughed at you as you almost ran to him, not giving a fuck about anything except for your need to feel his tongue on you.

You were panting as you sped toward Buggy, and you tried to sit on his tempting lap.

Buggy’s blade stopped you, pressing under your ribcage as you caught yourself. The press of it was light, but the menacing look in his eyes made shiver, and you stumbled forward.

Buggy’s free hand shot out to grip your hair, forcing you up before you speared yourself on his dagger.

You cried out with a needy moan, and you couldn’t believe how wet you were from the tip of a blade and fingers fisting your hair.

“My beautiful freak.”

Buggy’s praise came out in a low rasp while he kept that taunting position on his throne.

“My Vicious girl. You treat your Captain so well.”

You whimpered quietly, aching for him to touch you. Then you felt the tip of that dagger drag along the fabric of the costume he’d chosen for you.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t ya doll?”

Shaking, you nodded. You weren’t sure if you could speak as his blade met your skin again, tracing over the top of your breasts.

“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, Vicious?”

You gasped for him now, and if Buggy’s hand in your hair hadn’t pulled you tight, you might have fallen to your knees in front of him.

“Wouldn’t you?”

Buggy leaned forward, his whisper burning as his eyes devoured you.

Licking your lips, you fought to stay steady. His knife scraped threateningly along your throat as he waited.

“Yes, Captain.”

“Come here,” Buggy growled as he pulled you to him by your hair. He took the knife from your throat, but you knew it was still in his hand, still floating somewhere close.

Buggy forced you to lean down for him as he shoved his tongue down your throat, chuckling at the desperate whimpers he ate from your mouth.

“Take your clothes off.”

He kept his grip in your hair, lighter now, but you knew he could use it at any moment.

You remembered the way he’d looked at you when you killed for him, when you practiced the skills he’d taught you. Never taking your eyes off his satisfied face, you stripped yourself of every belt, buckle, and scrap of cloth.

You felt Buggy’s dagger again, and gasped as its cool metal teased and scraped along your back. It traced over your hips, and thighs while he smirked for you, eating up every twitch and moan you gave him.

“That’s it, kitten. Let your Captain have control.”

Gasping, you struggled to hold yourself up, even with the punishing grip he held in your hair.

Your body was aching for him, and you felt wetness seep onto your thighs as he teased you with the blade.

You saw Buggy’s eyes flick down, and he licked his lips as he purred.

“Such a delicious little freak you are. I wonder what other depraved acts I can do to you to get you wet like this, hm?”

Buggy laughed then as he dropped his knife, letting go of his grip on your hair. Your knees had fully buckled now, and he caught your limp, twitching body before you slammed into the floor.

He lifted you under the arms as you whispered pleas for him. He shifted in his throne and sat you on his lap, stroking your hair and shoulders.

“You’re so good for me, baby. Let me show you how you make me feel.”

You wrapped your arms around him as Buggy attacked your neck with his tongue, sweet kisses, sucks, and gentle bites making you shake in his arms.

He growled against your ear as you begged.

“P-please Captain, I need you, need you so bad.”

You cried out then as he stood, lifting you into the air. You tried to cling to him, to anything. Then you were gasping, looking down into his devilish eyes as he knelt before you. Now you were the one splayed across his throne. One of your legs hung over an arm of the chair, while your pussy was spread wide before your Captain's smirking face.

“Tell me again, sweets. What do you need?”

You moaned at his question, and at his teasing fingers dancing along your thighs.

“I-I need you, Captain Buggy. I need you to do whatever you want to me.”

Your head hit the back of the throne as Buggy pulled his gloves off with his teeth, his eyes getting dark and dangerous.

“Why do you need me?”

His voice felt violent as his bare fingers stroked closer, now playing with the slick that had fallen to your thighs. Your words came out breathy and your body shook for him.

“Because you’re my Captain. My everything. You’re the best, the flashiest lover, gods, Buggy you make me feel so fucking good. I nee-“

You let out a moan that was almost a scream and writhed as Buggy shoved two fingers deep, already finding that spot inside you. His other hand sent its thumb circling, attacking your soaking clit while its fingers pressed down hard on your lower stomach.

You groaned at the sensation, both sets of his fingers pressing toward each other from either side. Your own fingers dug into the wood of his throne, and you thrashed, moaning, screaming. The fingers he curled inside you pressed so hard into that spot you felt like you were going to burst.

And then you did. Your head slammed into the back of the chair now, your legs thrashing and twitching while Buggy kept up his assault.

Your orgasm drenched his fingers, his throne, and Buggy laughed as he praised you.

“That’s my filthy girl, my Vicious little demon.”

You could hardly breathe from the torturous pleasure still riding you.

“You’d kill someone right here, and let me fuck you while their blood was still warm, huh sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, Captain!”

Gasping, you twitched as Buggy freed you from the vise of his deadly fingers.

You writhed for him as you watched him free his heavy, dripping cock from his pants. Your tongue fell out of your mouth in need as he pulled a condom from his jacket and ripped it open with his teeth before fisting it down over himself, licking his lips while he stared at you.

He spread you further, your torso sliding down the large chair as he held your legs spread over each armrest.

“You’re my dirty little Queen, aren’t you, Vicious?”

“Fuck yes, Captain.”

You could barely speak, your body shivering in anticipation as Buggy’s twitching cock was so close to filling you.

“Are you gonna soak my throne in blood and come for me everyday?”

“Yes, Captain, please!”

“Mm, good girl.”

Buggy didn’t wait for you to breathe. He shoved his cock into you, hitting the end of you, filling your pussy so tight, so fucking full.

You felt hot tears of pleasure and pain trickle down your cheeks as you held on.

“That’s it, Vicious. You can take it all for me.”

You screamed and screamed, aching as he used and abused your dripping cunt. You felt another orgasm ripping through your body, and you scratched your nails down his jacket, knocking his Captain's hat askew as you reached for his neck.

“Tell me what you need.”

Buggy’s command came out sounding panicked, his thrusts losing rhythm as he fucked you so deep.

“I need you, Captain! I need your cock, please. Buggy, I need your come so fucking bad!”

Buggy groaned, thrusting a few more times before tearing himself out of you. He ripped the condom off, and you opened your mouth wide. You let your tongue hang from your lips as you stared into his frantic eyes, hoping to catch some of his taste.

Buggy’s eyes rolled back for a second, until he gave his cock the last couple strokes.

His hot come shot out with force, coating your chest, neck, and chin, landing some on your eager mouth.

The taste of him on your lips was intoxicating, and you licked every bit that you could reach. Buggy moaned, and fell to his knees. You twitched for him as he rubbed his hands across the art he’d left on your breasts.

Moaning, you felt your pussy clenching for him again as he played with his come along your skin, massaging it into your nipples before pinching them. Then he scooped some off your neck, his fingers dripping as he shoved them in your mouth, forcing you to take more of him in.

You shook under his gaze, the look of satisfaction and ownership in his eyes driving you wild. Sucking every drop off his fingers, you couldn’t believe how much your body wanted him so soon after all that abuse.

“My little Star.”

Buggy leaned forward, making you cry out as he licked his come off your nipples before giving you the softest of kisses.

He wrapped you in his jacket, then laid you on his lap as he murmured sweet praise and promises on his throne. You melted into him, and his gentle fingers on your face and hair. You almost dozed off under his tender affection.

“Captain Buggy.”

You felt Buggy tense as you did from the interruption.

Cabaji was back from his mission at the Marine base.

He’d better be bringing my Captain good news.

Thank you for reading! 💜

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[ladymildfrd]

Think about facepaint spread all over your inner thighs.

Yes this is a clownfucker (very) friendly post.

[ladymildfrd]

Word count: Just under 1k Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, mentions of masturbation, sex, and oral.

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Buggy who is surprisingly good at drawing.

Buggy who doodles all the time. Ugly little caricatures of people who piss him off. Goofy scribbles of bits that make him laugh. Potential skits. 

Buggy who scrawls on the margins of paper, the corner of napkins, anywhere he can relieve the itch in his hands.

Buggy who designs costumes for his crew. Colored pencils and oil pastels bring the flashy couture to life.

Buggy who carries a small sketchbook in his coat. Deckle edged paper wrapped in leather, perfect for practicing pencil sketches and graphite drawings as he observes the crew.

Buggy who doesn’t share the drawings in his sketchbook, though. Some had to learn the hard way not to look over his shoulder.

Buggy who realizes too late that you are overtaking his personal pages. What started as small forms to study pose and movement grew larger, capturing more of your essence.

Buggy who becomes obsessed with capturing the small details. How your nose crinkles when you laugh. The sneer in your lips when you’re pissed. The way you rake your fingers through your hair when you try to calm yourself.

Buggy who gets curious late one night. Curious and desperate.

Buggy who draws you from memory and fueled by his filthy imagination. The soft sound of pencil scraping along the paper is comforting.

Buggy who fills a page with you in compromising positions. The lewd expressions you might wear. What he thinks you’d look like split on his cock. Or mouth open, begging to have your face fucked. His hands gripping your plush thighs.

Buggy who fucks himself to the hand-drawn porn and cums all over the page.

Buggy who feels guilty and burns the soggy drawings, as best he can. It takes a few frustrating tries and he panics, even though no one is around.

Buggy who tries to ignore those feelings. Trying to draw anything except you. But everything looks like shit now. Proportions are off. He presses too hard when sketching, unable to erase the stark lines. Even his doodles lack life.

Buggy who gives in and scribbles you in the corner of his sketchbook before moving on to something else. And it works. His movements flow better. A weight is lifted off his chest.

Buggy who eventually caves to the nighttime muse once more. Filling another perverted page with the obscene images flooding his mind. This time, he doesn’t ruin the drawings with jizz or fire.

Buggy who revisits that page frequently. Adds to that page. Convinces himself that it’s okay, it’s not hurting anyone. In fact, it helps him by taking away other urges.

Buggy who eventually manages to misplace his sketchbook. He fucking lost it.

Buggy who doesn’t want to bring attention to his lost treasure. If he says it’s missing, some freaks might find it and look through the pages. They’ll realize what a pathetic loser he is.

Buggy who frantically retraces his footsteps, barking orders to keep everyone away from him. 

Buggy who finally finds it in the hallway just outside his room. The book must have fallen out of his pocket and laid mostly out of sight with the brown leather blending into the wooden floor.

Buggy who is relieved. It doesn’t look like the book had been touched or moved. Even the leather string is still wound around the sketchbook tightly.

Buggy who needs to get back to other duties after sloughing them off most of the day. He’s still on edge, reading into everyone’s interactions. No one acts differently, adding to the relief that no one knows about his perversions.

Buggy who doesn’t open the sketchbook until the end of a very long day. Who waits until he’s alone and in his room.

Buggy whose stomach lurches at the note peeking out of one of the pages. A page devoted to your smile. A note with your handwriting. “This is so impressive! I look so happy”

Buggy who slams the sketchbook shut and starts to pace around the room. Fuck. Did you find it first? Did you look through it? Why? What else did you see? What else did you see?

Buggy who freezes at the thought. Who stares at the awful book, as if it would pipe up and tell him in a fluttery voice.

Buggy who grabs the book and roughly throws it into a drawer, ready to lock up his feelings. Ready to deal with his unhealthy actions with more unhealthy actions.

Buggy who tries to go to bed but can’t sleep. He lays in bed surrounded by a carousel of thoughts. Of fear. And anxiety.

Buggy who sends over a hand to retrieve the damn book. He has to know. He’ll die if he doesn’t find out.

Buggy who can feel his hands shake with each heartbeat as he thumbs through the book, looking for more notes.

Buggy who feels both calmed and excited as he finds your commentary on a few more innocuous pages. Praises for his skill and appreciation for scenes he captured.

Buggy who finally flips to the page. That one.

Buggy who’s afraid to read the note you left there. But he does. “Want to collaborate one day?”

Buggy whose stomach and heart are in knots. 

Buggy who keeps reading. “I’d like to see what you look like too.”

Buggy who shows up at your door, panting and red faced. Sketchbook in hand.

Buggy who trails his fingers along your face as he fucks into you, commiting each detail to memory. The shape of your mouth with each moan. Your lust-filled eyes. The little teeth marks left after you bite your lips.

Buggy who can’t help but stare at your sex-tired body. Chest heaving. Glistening.

Buggy who still wants to taste you. To taste himself on you. Who uses his mouth and tongue to memorize more of your body.

Buggy who is surprisingly good at drawing and collaborating.

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A/N: Just want to highlight this line bc I love it "This time, he doesn’t ruin the drawings with jizz or fire."

[ladymildfrd]

Hey! For the prompt list can I request 4 and 18, buggy being jealous.

anon, thank you for this 🥵🥵

Prompts: “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Warnings: NSFW, NC17, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, all parties are consenting adults Word count: ~538

you brace yourself against the bathroom wall as buggy rams into you at a brutal pace. your hips are already bruising under his harsh grip. each thrust leaves you breathless and dizzy.

“i don’t like people touching what’s mine,” he hisses from behind.

you work at a bar. you serve alcohol and customer service - that’s how this job works. sure, the clown pirate is one of your favorite customers, but some patrons have frisky hands and you can’t prevent them from groping your ass. apparently, the irony of wandering hands is lost on the guy who ate the chop-chop fruit.

“m’sorry, c-can’t help it” you groan.

“can’t help it or you like it? do you like it when strangers touch you?” his anger is louder than the wet slap of his hips against your ass.

you don’t answer, unsure if he’s talking to himself or to you. a hand in your hair pulls your head back. so he does want an answer. you stay quiet.

buggy presses his weight into you, bullying his cock deeper into your body. he tugs your head back further, causing your body to arch more and your ass to press against him harder. the position pushes you to give the depraved answer that you wanted to keep to yourself.

“-like it,” you choke out weakly. “i like it if th-this happens after”

buggy inhales sharply, not expecting that answer. a surge of anger and arousal creates a toxic combination in his body. he releases the hold on your hair and his hips snap against yours, returning to their aggressive pace.

“fuck off, i’m going to fucking ruin you,” he grunts in a voice dripping with honey and poison.

buggy bites off one of his gloves and slaps your ass with his bare hand. you wince at the sharp pain. not enough. buggy paws at your ass, kneading viciously, before slapping it again. better, but it’s still not enough. he repeats the attention until your ass cheek is an achingly bright red. until you whimper and wiggle when his hand caresses your skin, anticipating the next assault.

finally satisfied that you won’t be able to sit without thinking of him until the next time his ship docks here, buggy wraps his arm around your waist and leans his body into yours.

“g-gonna come” he mutters. he places a hand where you’re craving stimulation and applies pressure. no movement, just pressure. a shitty invitation for you to join his climax, if you could.

you squeeze your eyes shut and try to will your orgasm to arrive before his. it’s close, but not close enough. his cock throbs as it shoots his cum deep inside. he finishes seconds before you start, pulling away at a crucial moment. crying out in frustration, you reach down and replace his lost touch with your own hand.

buggy stands back and watches as you frantically fuck yourself while slumped against the bar’s bathroom wall. his softening cock twitches when you call out his name as your orgasm hits. your body shakes and trembles. his cum drips out of you, falling onto the filthy floor. he’s still annoyed, but he can’t help admiring you - a beautiful, ruined, mess.

(prompt list)

[ladymildfrd]

Word count: ~430 Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x afab!reader, no use of Y/N, vaginal masturbation, little bit of mutual masturbation. All parties are consenting adults.

your back is pressed against his chest. it’s warm. his voice is in your ear, telling you what to do. what to touch. looking ahead in the mirror, his eyes are transfixed on the hand between your legs. you spread wider, giving buggy a better view.

“see how you’re so fucking wet already? you’re practically dripping all over the floor”

you nod. it’s embarrassing to hear but you like it.

“start with just one finger” his voice is breathy. “get it wet before putting it in, ‘kay?”

your finger slides down slowly before slipping inside. you let out a cross between a whimper and a moan at the sensation, pulling an intoxicated huff from buggy.

“tell me how it feels” he begs.

“s’warm…hot. and tight. s-soft, really soft”

buggy presses his face against your neck. your words are too much for him. he feels your shoulders rise and fall with quick breaths.

“mmhmm, see why i like fucking you? you feel so good.”

you tilt your head against his and nod. digging your finger deeper, you look for that spot that buggy knows so well. he watches you move in and out of your wet pussy, searching for a feeling.

“c-curl your finger and press a little harder”

when your body tenses for a brief second, he knows you found it. and when you slip in a second finger, he knows you like it.

you rub your fingertips against the ridged spot, feeling the pleasure radiate through your body. you fight against your wet heat as it tightens around your fingers. buggy feels the little tremors in your body as you chase the high.

“you close? want help?” he watches your face. flushed and focused. and there’s the smallest of nods.

buggy slips his hand down to your clit and massages the slick nub. he keeps a steady pace and follows your cues. 

you’re almost there. you’re so close. you’re hardly breathing. and then it hits - the wall breaks and everything comes crashing down. your pussy clenches so tight you can hardly keep moving your fingers. as much as you try to keep your legs spread, you squeeze them shut, adding to the pressure exploding inside.

buggy pulls his arm away, leaving his hand stuck between your legs, and wraps your trembling body in a tight embrace. he mutters praise and sweet nothings that you can hardly hear.

a deep breath later and you’re able to relax. you release both hands from their moist prisons and lean back against buggy. glancing in the mirror, you can see the smitten expression on his face as he looks down at you.

[ladymildfrd]

‘Been a long time’

[ladymildfrd]

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

[ladymildfrd]

Man, Buggy has done well for himself. from a random pirate in the east blue to a 7 warlord of the sea, to a god of destruction. you go Buggy

[ladymildfrd]

WAIT wait Wait wait

Let me tell you something!!!!

So I bumped into this video on tiktok of Jeff Ward moa- I mean doing push-ups

And...oh my God

Even at first I knew this had so much potential.

But when I listened to it with my eyes closed...😳😳 I spanked my face so hard trying not to make any sounds at work. (I failed miserably)

Okay, so...here is the sound, so you could enjoy it as well

[ladymildfrd]

Buggy Headcanons (NSFW + SFW)

warnings: mentions of female reader, the NSFW isn’t separated from the SFW it’s kind of mixed in

a/n: I wanted to do some more Buggy headcanons to get my creative juices flowing loool

• The man stress eats(and drinks), when he’s frustrated over another encounter with straw hat, or a failed treasure hunt, he’ll sit on his throne or in his quarters and shovel food into his mouth. Whenever you’re sitting on his lap he can accidentally get a whole lot of crumbs on you.

• He’ll have days when all he wants to do is fuck. He’ll have sex with you for hours, until the room smelled like sweat and raw sex. His hairy torso pressed up against your back while he’s holding you down, grunting like a bull as he cums in you for what feels like the millionth time. Of course he takes breaks after every round, giving himself a breather while he either holds you close to him, or plays with your sopping pussy.

• The most annoying thing about sleeping with him at night is when he’s spooning you, he sometimes snores right into your ear. And it’s loud, especially when he gets choked on his own mucus and goes into a loud coughing fit.

• As soon as he gets into his quarters after a long day of pillaging and pirating— his clothes as off. As soon as that door closes he’s already in his underwear flopped onto the bed.

• He always makes sure that you’re eating. Even when you’re full or not hungry he’ll shove some food into your mouth or hand feed you a fruit or something. And he’d always do it at the worst times too, whenever you’re talking to one of his pirates about something, or if you’re talking to him, he’ll his hold a piece of food up to your mouth like you’re an animal(or his floating hand will just show up beside you) and he’ll expect you to take it, and if you don’t he’ll just shove it into your face again.

• Buggy loves grabbing your ass, especially when you least expect it, he’ll pull you into a firm embrace, and when you think he’s just being all lovey dovey— your eyes go wide when you feel his strong hands gripping your ass, your face going red as you feel his deep laughter rumble in his chest.

• He goes crazy over chin scratches, will literally go loopy when you scritch him.

• It’s hard getting all of his thick cock to properly fit into your mouth in one go, so he takes his time easing your lips around him. His muscled thighs twitching in his pants, grunts escaping him as he guides you through it. “Yeah.. that’s it, all the way down that pretty throat.” He chuckles gravely behind grit teeth, “You’d think you’d get used to it by now!” He laughs. Gently holding your head while watching your cheeks puff out with his cock is one of his favorite things about blowjobs.

• Gets jealous and protective whenever he’s around someone he sees as a threat to your relationship. It’s kind of a similar situation to his nose, where he’s so insecure he thinks everybody is out to steal you from him. You’re with him while he’s talking to somebody he sees as stronger and more attractive than he is(impossible), they’re speaking to him about something but he’s not listening to because he’s thinking about them stealing you and you running off with them. Buggy growls and randomly blurts out, “HANDS OFF MY GIRL, SHE’S MINE!” Which leads you, and the person in question confused.

• There was an incident where Mr. 3 sarcastically asked Buggy if he had to choose between Y/n and the one piece, Buggy just stood there with his mouth open, looking between you and 3, genuinely torn between the two options. You were rightfully pissed and didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day. While you were giving him the silent treatment, he was an emotional rollercoaster, going from whining, to straight up shouting at you. “Come on baby it was hypotheticalllll!!” “STOP BEING DRAMATIC!!” “At least look at me when I’m talking to you!!!” “LOOK AT ME Y/N!!!”

• Sometimes he does things to try and get you to laugh, and every time he does something that unintentionally makes a fool out of himself, and usually it always gets you to break and burst out into laughter.

• Buggy is by no means a 5 star chef but one time he tried to do something nice and surprise you with breakfast in bed. The typical bacon and egg smiley face breakfast. It was so adorable that you didn’t even complain about the burnt to a crisp, tasteless bacon.

• He lets you deal with his hair because it’s too much of a hassle for him, you have the honor of washing it, deep conditioning it, brushing all of the knots out of his hair(with the plus of him shouting and complaining at you during the entire process), and styling it into his hat.

• Buggy loves neck kisses, as if his neck isn’t just begging to be kissed. He’s a sucker for when you hold his jaw and lean in, then gently brush your lips over his thick, muscled neck before pressing a soft kiss to it, it makes him shiver and blush every time.

• You’re the only one who he has ever let touch his nose It’s a privilege you get from being his. He obviously doesn’t like it, and he never lets it go as far as a typical kiss or nose boop, he’ll turn away to grumble and frown about it, but it always leaves him flustered every time. It gets him to shut up as well, it’s like an off button, if you’re having a heated discussion with him and you know you’re right— just boop the snoot and he backs down.