#buggy drabble

[hey-august]

Warnings: → MDNI ← NC17

“it’s too big” your drooling face is pressed against the mattress, while buggy tries to slide his engorged cock into you.

three of his fingers weren’t enough to prepare you for his obscene girth. you feel helpless wrapped around his cock so tightly. as much as your body tries to squeeze around the intrusion, there’s no give.

“relax,” buggy hisses, tightening his hold on your hips. you can’t.

“it’s too big,” you choke out again.

“then i’ll push harder” buggy presses you deeper into the bed, pushing past the resistance in your body and letting the rest of his length slam in your needy hole.

[fanaticsnail]

Conversations with the Clown

Word Count: 150+

Your Captain has been exceptionally short with you of late. Nothing is quite going to plan, and his fuse has been sparking particularly close to the waxy wick of his explosive attitude.

Humbling himself, swallowing his pride, he walks over to your sat position at the quiet end of the extended, communal wooden table in the dining area. Sat at the edge of the pew, you are hunched over and hyper fixed on the daunting task of taking inventory and managing wages.

"I'm sorry, Baby" he whispered into your neck, taking the opportunity to place a small kiss on your temple. He crouches at your side, placing his hand on your knee and attempts to claim your attention with his eyes. You sigh, push back the paperwork and relax into the backboard of the pew.

"I know, Captain. It's okay, truly," you whisper through closed eyes. Feeling his hand drag up your thigh and settle at your hip, you snap your eyes open to meet his playful gaze.

His voice began to break a rough chuckle, his voice rasping at the edges as he met your fed-up expression.

"I have learnt the hokey-pokey-," he began, his voice halted by your verbal reprimand.

"-Don't," you cut his words short. His smile only widened, his teal eyes twinkling with mischief.

"...And I am turning myself around," he concluded, his smile cracking his perfectly attuned makeup. The blue above his eyes smudged into his crows feet, his chapped lips curling to reveal his red-tinted teeth beneath his face paint. His smile twinkled with the innocence of a toddler, staring up into your face with nothing but wonderment.

You huffed out a breath of exasperation, blaming your fury at his poorly timed joke before you drew your palm up to cradle his cheek. Soothing over the amassment of rough stubble beneath the paint, you leant down to press your forehead against his and uttered lovingly into him.

"That's what it's all about."

(This drabble was brought to you by the ever spectacular @sordidmusings who just lets me bounce ideas off her. Love you 🥹)

[embodyingchaos]

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last updated: 21st october, 2023 newest: plain sight(opla!sanji x fem!oc)

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

sanji(one piece live action) plain sight genre: la!sanji x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: assault, violence, mutual pining, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as if being best friends and in love with a blonde-haired, charming chef wasn't hectic enough, now she had to embark on a journey with him and a crew to find the treasure called one piece. hopefully along this journey, a few drunken confessions and longing gazes will make all this effort worth it. buggy the clown(one piece live action) stay still genre: opla!buggy the clown x fem!bsf!fwb!reader. drabble, fluff, best friends with benefits au. warnings: cursing, implications of sexy times, boobies, buggy being buggy synopsis: buggy's best friend with benefits does his make-up. more coming soon!

[pinejayy]

➤ being needy and horny || one piece men

- Riding his thigh and mumbling how much you need him inside of you “Please…sweetheart I need you. Please do something.” And as you’re riding his thigh you moan softly as you feel your clit rub against his pants, he smirks at your reaction, your sweet whimpers and moans are music. “Come you can beg better than that. Come on dear ~ Tell me what you need.” He whispered against your ear, dragging his lips across your neck and nibbling onto the soft skin. And if you finish on his leg he’ll shake his head “Look at the mess you made, naughty pet.” And slowly he would insert one finger into your needy hole, moving slow. “Beg…for it.”

dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace, trafalgar law.

- “Haha…look at the needy horny bitch?” He mumbled as he sat on the edge of his bed, with you between his legs on your knees. He smirks as he grabs his cock and slaps you slightly with it. “Let’s see how much you want it.” Grabbing your hair and forcing you to take in his full length down your throat, and letting out a deep chuckle as he heard you gag around his length. As your bobbing your head up and down, you were getting wetter by the lewd sounds that was coming out from his mouth and slowly your hand started to trail down to dripping core and before you could do anything he yanked you away and smirks. “Touching yourself without permission? Looks like someone needs to be punished.”

eustass kid, sir crocodile, rob lucci, arlong.

- Walking behind him as he was sitting down minding his own business, wrapping your arms around his neck leaning in and placing kisses along his neck. “Please I’m so horny-” You didn’t have a chance to finish your sentence before he quickly turned around and threw you on his shoulder and took you straight to the bedroom before stripping you from your clothes. And before you could react he’s already between your legs eating like there’s no tomorrow. Licking your wet folds, and dragging his tongue across your clit making you arch your back. Moaning his name as you tug onto his hair. “So fucking good, so needy…taste so fucking good.” And he’s going to eat you for hours until a whimpering mess.

vinsmoke sanji, roronoa zoro, sabo.

- His soft grunts and moans filled the room, as your head bobs up and down on his hard member. “Fuck….your mouth feels good…so good dear.” He couldn’t help but tug onto your hair. Moaning around his member you couldn’t help but rub your needy clit. “And touching yourself too.” He grunts, biting his lip holding back his moan. It was a beautiful sight. His cock wrapped around your pretty little lips while you’re teasing yourself. He couldn’t but moan your name under his breath. And after awhile he came undone, cumming down your throat. Swallowing everything and pulling away and opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out making him blush. “Can I return the favor?” He asked shyly, he was red as a tomato but you couldn’t help but blush and slowly nod your nod.

franky, usopp, donquixote rosinante (corazon), buggy the clown, charlotte katakuri.

- This crusty dirty pink rat is only going to think about himself and himself only. Oh you’re horny? Well that’s too bad you better get on your knees and take his cock like a good girl. He doesn’t care if you’re crying and begging for some kind of pleasure and honestly he’s gonna laugh at your face if you’re crying. “I can’t believe you’re that horny that you’re crying.” He mocked you. But if he’s feeling nice or you’ve been a really good girl he’ll gladly take his time with you in the bedroom for the night. He’ll make you cum with his tongue and by god this evil man knows how to use his fingers. He’ll make sure you’re screaming his name. He doesn’t care if anyone hears your moans.

donquixote doflamingo.

- Please give this adorable innocent man a hug and a kiss on the check. And he loves cuddles and cute dates!! He actually loves showing you off to his friends and a certain cook gets jealous. But yes please show this man love and affection. Lots of sweet words and he’ll gladly share his food with you because you’re so special!! And please buy him a lot of meat. He’ll love you to the the very end!! uwu

monkey d. luffy.

[crybabyjets]

something something something [insert one piece devil fruit user logic] shanks and buggy being swapped with their younger selves and land in a pile on the oro jackson with their dads ray and roger looking at them first as a threat "WHERE DID OUR KIDS GO WHO RU?!"

ray: wait...that nose...that hair...are you...

roger, crying because he doesn't know where his babies are: MY BUGGY BOY'S REAL PARENTS??? Q^Q

ray beating him upside the head: no idiot it's the boys grown.

and once shanks and buggy stop crying horribly they get to have a strange new adventure trying to track down the younger version of the devil fruit user who sent them there. the whole time roger is so excited and wants to know everything about his boys and what they are up to, their accomplishments.

shanks is of course impressive. the crew isn't surprised. but buggy is struck with horrible and sudden stage fright - his usual exaggerated gusto falling apart in the face of his dad. seeing his accomplishments as only flimsy pathetic tricks---

before shanks talks over him explaining how buggy is an emperor!! just like him, and in charge of a MASSIVE FLEET!! HE HAS hundreds of sailors under his command! he even recruited a master swordsman that shanks has always rivaled with! shanks is in AWE of all buggy has accomplished.

Roger is not surprised. he's grappling his blue boy into a headlock and "of course!! my most clever boy!!" a proud and practically glowing father who just holds buggy while his ever emotional kid cries again. trying not to blush himself to death after hearing the way shanks spoke of him.

and it's probably knowing rayleigh who casually asks

"you boys married yet? even now the lil'uns are inseparable. fell in love from the start didn't you?"

leaving buggy and shanks to both be struck awkward, avoiding eye contact and not really sure how to explain that they broke one another's hearts years ago and never got around to repairing the hurt...

[deathbyclown]

Masterlist

Fanfics 

Buggy/Crocodile 

Bump in the Night - 11000 words, Teen 

The Outfit - 6000 words, Explicit 

Pollen - 3800 words, Explicit 

Cotton Candy Clown - 5200 words, Explicit 

Pushback- 3000 words, Explicit 

Expectation - 4400 words, Explicit 

A...Secretary? - 10000 words, Explicit 

Buggy/Shanks 

The Ride Home (Part 1) - 6400 words, Explicit 

The Ride Home (Part 2) - 5400 words, Explicit 

Heat - 3700 words, Explicit 

The Garden House - 3100, Teen

You Again - 3000 words, Explicit 

Oral – 1300 words, Explicit

Cross Guild

Voyeur- Part 1 – 3000 words, Explicit 

Voyeur- Part 2 - 8000 words, Explicit

Buggy/Mihawk

Buggy's Performance - 2300 words, Explicit

Buggy/Mr.3(Galdino)

Big Bottom Blaster - 2800 words, Explicit

Buggy/Alvida

My Good Boy - 4800 words, Explicit 

Buggy/Reader

Casual Thing - 3200 words, Explicit 

"Princess" - 2800 words, Explicit 

Crocodile/Doflamingo 

Taste - 4500 words, Explicit 

Crocodile/Reader 

Make This Fast - 1000 words, Explicit 

Crocodile's Pet - 2300 words, Explicit 

Tease - 3700 words, rated Explicit 

Take It - 3500 words, Explicit 

Drabbles 

Wanihana Drabble 

Crocobug Drabble 

Bughawk Drabble 

Mishanks Drabble 

Shanks & Cross Guild Drabble

Headcanons

How Cross Guild Reacts to Bugs 

I’ve been writing more and I figured it’s probably best if I keep everything in one place so it’s easier to find. If you like what you see here, check out my AO3 . It’s exactly the same, but I have some buggy/reader stuff I didn’t post here that I wrote before I started cross-posting. Feel free to stop by in my dms and say hello. Let's gush about our faves <3

[buggyboba]

So around 4 a.m., as I was almost asleep drugged on medicine because cha boi has been violently ill the past few days, I had an idea, so ever helpful sleepy buggy wrote this:

Master reader from tardis pov.

Thanks. 4am buggy, this is helpful?? Care to elaborate?

Darling = reader

Tardis actually likes reader to an extent

Tardis doesn't translate for darling so darling has to stick with the master so darling doesn't get lost.

Itardis vibes but make it master x reader

Ah, thank you, I have never read ITardis, so I don't know what that means. But there are some things to work with, I imagine it would go something like:

My Master brings the one called Darling back from another adventure, giggles and whispers between both of them, they lean against my console as my time lord decides the next course. I've only seen him smile like that when he is plotting, but this? This is not quite the same.

Darling bites his shoulder and runs, he flips the switch sending us through the vortex to a nice little spot in space as he gives chase, I am happy to float here, listening to the giggles of Darling, the yells of Darling being caught. It's small things, happy things, and Darling makes him happy, so I suppose I can be happy Darling is here too.

[lovemeferally]

Adore You // OP

buggy x afab!reader

genre:: smut, fluff

word count:: 372

summery:: you notice buggy's penchant for praise

warnings:: smut (light/softcore), praise kink, established relationship

notes:: i'm not in love with this and didn't bother to edit, but it was plaguing my mind

Buggy absolutely buckled under praise.

The first time was an accident. So caught up in enthusiastically taking his cock, you couldn't stop the complimentary babble from tumbling out. He came so quickly that he was embarrassed and upset for most of the night despite your insistence that it was perfectly fine.

Even in your fucked out state you could see the effect on him every time more praise bubbled up.

"God, you’re so big." His hips would stutter mid-stroke as he buried himself deep inside you. His breathing grew heavier and he peppered your neck with feather-light kisses.

"You taste so fuckin’ good." His cock throbbed on your tongue, leaking precum that you gladly lapped up. His fingers flexed at the nape of your neck as he accidentally thrusted a little too deep down your throat.

"The best I’ve had. No one makes me feel the way you do." He’d moaned while being buried face-first in your cunt. You watched as he mindlessly ground his hips into the bed. His fingers gripped your thighs so hard it had left little uniform bruises in their wake.

Oh, you noticed. And you used that knowledge every time thereafter.

"You're so perfect," you told him gently. He hovered over you, not having bothered to pull out yet in a post climax haze. Sweat was built up on his furrowed brow. Both of your hands carefully caressed either side of his face; blue stubble bit at your soft fingertips and palms. Until ever so slowly, you felt him melt into the touch. These moments were the only times he'd accept praise. Outside of these tender moments it was hard for him not to make baseless accusations of you trying to lie and manipulate him. It was difficult to accept that someone might actually love him back. Your finger traced the soft outline of his bottom lip and with finality you capture them so tenderly with your own.

You whispered how much you love him over and over between fervent kisses. You told him how good he was, how well he did, how great he made you feel.

If these were the only moments he’d accept your devotion, then you’d make sure that you worshiped him thoroughly.

[hey-august]

Warnings: → MDNI ← NC17

lying back on rumpled sheets with the captain between your legs, your eyes flutter as you twitch on buggy's fat cock. your shaky hand brushes a lock of cerulean hair behind his ear and pulls his gaze to match yours.

“i want you to see me when i cum on your cock”

buggy nods obediently, his green eyes transfixed on you. angling his thrusts towards your sweet spot, he is quickly rewarded by your climax clenching his throbbing cock. 

he watches your eyes roll back and mouth fall open. your dumb slack-jawed face begging for him to shove his fingers in your slutty mouth, which he does. you whine and drool as buggy fucks past your orgasm and into his own. pulling his cock out of your tender hole, he uses his wet fingers to push the leaking cum back inside.

“now i want to watch you cum on my hand”

[fanaticsnail]

You're Angry at the Tall Men

Masterlist Here

I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings

Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo

Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.

First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.

(Apprehensive tag list: @gingernut1314, @writingmysanity)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.

Buggy: 6’3

“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.

“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.

“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.

“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”

“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”

Shanks: 6’6

“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.

“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.

Mihawk 6’6

“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.

As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.

But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.

“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.

“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.

“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.

“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”

Sir Crocodile 8’3

Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration. 

“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.

“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.

“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.

“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response. 

“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer. 

“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”

“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,

“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.

“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue. 

Corazon 9’7

“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.

When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.

As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.

“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.

He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.

Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you. 

“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more. 

He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth. 

“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”

He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.

“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger. 

“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier. 

“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger. 

“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.

“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”

Doflamingo 10’

He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.

“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.

“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.

“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.

“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.

“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.

He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:

“Mmm, Harder.”

[aimbutmiss]

Buggy sighed in frustration as he clenched another important document that he absolutely couldn't care less about as he tried to make sense of the words on it. Crocodile rolled his eyes at his "dramatic theatrics", as he put it. And while Buggy did indeed hold the sigh a bit longer than necessary, he could argue it was a very justified reaction. The words on the paper were basically alphabet soup in his brain as it completely shut down, unable to process any more information.

He rubbed his eyes as if that would somehow fix the problem. He felt closer to death with every second he spent inside the dreary office tent. The room was suffocating, filled with the smoke of Crocodile's never ending cigars. Buggy desperately needed fresh air and exposure to direct sunlight, or a poor crew member was going to find his corpse under all those papers by the end of the day.

"Croccy, it's been hours... How many more signatures do you need from me?"

Crocodile puffed out the smoke in his mouth as he spoke, making the air in the tent even heavier. Buggy had to hold himself back from coughing as he kept his eyes locked to the other man's unimpressed ones. "You're the one who insisted on reading all the documents when I already had done so. You could have just quickly signed all of them and left by now if you weren't so stubborn."

"Of course I have to read them! How can I trust you? You could be making me sign away my life to the slave trade for all I know!"

Crocodile laughed menacingly, the only way he knew how, as far as Buggy had seen. "No one would pay good money for you, clown. And if I wanted to sell you off I would have done it by now."

Buggy crossed his arms with a frown, ready to argue with his business partner, but he was cut by a low-ranking worker entering the tent reluctantly.

"I'm saved." He thought as Crocodile got up to talk to the poor man. He took the moment to sneak outside, limb by limb. As he put himself back together outside of the tent, he took the sunlight in with a sigh and cracked his back in relief. He was unfortunately too old and certainly too sexy for an office job. Being an Emperor was supposed to be more flashy than this god dammit!

He locked eyes with the shaky man as he left the tent, and gave him a reassuring smile. The man visibly relaxed, smiling wide as he bowed down before leaving Buggy's presence.

Buggy hated how much Crocodile ruled by fear. These were his men! He was responsible for their well-being and happiness! Well, he couldn't even protect his own well-being so how could he do the same for his enormous crew...

"Don't think so hard, your head will explode."

Buggy jumped in his place as Crocodile spoke in his ear. Too close! When had he snuck up on him? He was too tired to deal with this.

"I'm gonna go now."

"Not before you sign the papers."

"I'm tired..."

"Then don't read them."

"But I want to!"

"THEN GET BACK IN THERE!" Crocodile pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his cool after his outburst. "Okay, you either go in willingly or I'll drag you in there myself if I have to." He moved his hook at an angle, making the light reflect off its sharp edge menacingly. And Buggy probably should have listened, but something snapped in him.

"Stop threatening me with that damn hook of yours! You know I can't get cut."

"But you can get pierced, can't you?"

Buggy gulped, sweat forming on his forehead but not daring to drop. "... You wouldn't dare."

"And why's that?"

"Because..." Buggy stared the scary man in the eyes and was somehow overcome with boldness he couldn't explain. "Because this" he gestured to his face with exaggerated motion "is what sells your shitty personality to everyone!" He was spitting out the words like venom, emphasising every word slowly. "You need me. Certainly more than I need you. You're just an overgrown accountant, but I'm a fucking Emperor. I leave, and the thousands of men under me also leave. You are nothing without me. So stop acting like you can get rid of me without consequences. I dare you to pierce me with that hook."

"..."

Buggy smiled smugly. "I'm gonna take a nap now."

He was lighter than a feather as he made his way to his tent, the smile never dropping from his face. He did it! Well, he wasn't quite free but it was certainly a step in the right direction. And sue him, he was fucking proud of himself.

As he left with his head in the clouds, he was completely unaware of the scene he left behind him. Crocodile was fuming. He felt hot with anger and another annoying, sticky emotion eating at his insides. He completely ignored Mihawk, who had been a witness to the whole conversation.

The swordsman raised a brow in question at the man's silence. "What are you gonna do now, go masturbate?"

Crocodile stared daggers at the man before turning into sand and flowing away. And he absolutely did not masturbate to thoughts about the clown. Ridiculous Hawk Eye really thought he knew everything...

(and he did.)

[the-bar-sinister]

Crocodile inhaled a deep mouthful of sweet smoke, holding the tingling sensation in his mouth as he set his cigar down in the ashtray. 

Without warning he grabbed Buggy's hair tightly, and yanked him close, jarring him out of the conversation he was having with Mihawk. 

The clown looked at him wide eyed as Crocodile pried his jaw open and forced his mouth against Buggy's lips. He squirmed, and Crocodile enjoyed that, putting his hook around his waist as he forced the kiss on him, breathing the smoke from his mouth into Buggy's.

Crocodile felt him shiver in his arms. 

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[marimology]

Omg I saw the vocal stim ask and I was wondering if I could get buggy and mihawk with a gn reader that has them?

I keep randomly saying "TELL EM TO BRING OUT THE WHOLE OCEAN‼️" bc of DJ Khalid and I think it's very fitting

gonna also include mines which is the autism creature “yippie!!!” , “i’m tired of of this grandpa”, and “crazy? i was crazy once”. short lil drabble

buggy ( can either be viewed as anime or live action)

— definitely instigates even though he knows it’s a stim “ TELL THEM TO BRING OUT THE WHOLE OCEAN!! “

“YEA TELL EM” buggy would scream appearing out of nowhere scaring the shit out of you.

some random crew mate after saying they were tired after having to do a list of chores and you had a big smile on your face before you and buggy looked at each-other saying “well that’s too damn bad” its one that you both share

mihawk … mihawk just let’s it happen … doesn’t even instigate it he just lets it happen

mihawk assigned you and zoro to clean the palace as a punishment and distantly he heard you scream “i’m tired of this grandpa !” and he shouted back “well that’s too damn bad!, you keep cleaning”

luffy

— to be honest he also has vocal stims so half of his are either from you or or half of yours are from him

— when you see a new island you go “yippie!” and luffy runs up to see what’s up and you point at the island and he also goes “yippie” for a good 20 minutes

— the word crazy is banned on the sunny… usopp slipped up once and was met with “crazy? I was crazy once they locked me in a room ,a rubber room, a rubber room filled with rats, the rats made me crazy” before realizing his mistake and going to hide in a corner as you just kept going until nami bonked you on the head (out of love of course).

— you and luffy got on sanjis nerves after stealing food and had to cut carrots to prepare for the next meal. “we’re tired of this grandpa!” you both whine to the door and sanji screamed back “ well that’s too damn bad!”

[layla4567]

OPLA MEN WITH A SPANISH SPEAKER READER (Female)

Feat Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy

This is purely self-indulgent sorry not sorry 👀

warnings: a little suggestive

MIHAWK

🌹 Honestly, he wasn't surprised when he heard you speak Spanish. You were in his castle sitting in the armchair reading while you had a cup of tea, he was doing the same thing near you only he had opted for a glass of wine. You could only hear the fire crackling in the fireplace, the silence was so quiet that your voice could be heard loud and clear. You were reading a book in Spanish and in a low voice you murmured the phrases you read. Your voice was just a whisper soft and delicate enough to cover a child, yet Mihawk heard it and raised an eyebrow, momentarily taking his eyes off his book with slight curiosity to look at you.

🌹 You were very focused on reading, your eyes slowly scanned the pages from left to right while your lips moved as if you were praying. The only thing that caught the warlord's attention was that you were reading in a low voice. Being such a cultured man, he was quite knowledgeable about different languages, he himself spoke Romanian, and Mihawk had already heard you without wanting to speak in your language when one day you had slightly cut your calf with his sword when you tried to grab it and you had let out a expletive in spanish

🌹 "My dear, you don't need to mumble to read a book, did you know that?" He said with his gaze on his own book. You raised your head from your book, looking at him surprised and blushing with embarrassment. He wasn't looking at you but you knew he was paying attention to your reaction, watching you through his peripheral vision. You hid in your red book again, with shame. You didn't want to bother him, you knew that he appreciated silence above many things, but sometimes you couldn't help but read quietly, you felt that this way you remembered the plot better and lived it with more intensity. But not only that embarrassed you, but the fact that he had heard you speak Spanish, you weren't stupid, you knew that he had already heard you before. You still remember that time when he scolded you for trying to hold his sword and you let out a "Mierda" when you cut your leg. Obviously he had heard you say that but he hid it pretty well, and you didn't know why he downplayed it and wasn't surprised.

🌹 What you didn't know is that he knew how to speak more languages. He had never mentioned it before so you didn't know this fact. Since you loved to read, you felt great security being in the castle library, so I took refuge there several times in a row to read your favorite books, which were always in Spanish because you felt more comfortable reading in your own language. One afternoon Dracule entered the library to read just like you and when he saw you he stopped dead, you were there again reading in a low voice. He pretended that it bothered him that you murmured but internally he found it adorable how your mouth moved and your eyes ran over the pages of the books. He grabbed a book from a shelf and walked up behind you. “What are you reading, darling?” His deep voice surprised you so you looked up and met his yellow eyes, Mihawk swore he could become weak if you gave him that doe look and from that angle. "Oh it's called "100 años de soledad" It's about a family that lives in an isolated town called Macondo without having contact with anyone." Dracule Mihawk raised an eyebrow intrigued "I'll have to read it someday then" And then he sat down in an armchair to read. He could have gone somewhere else but you had the habit of reading together, even if he didn't say it or show he appreciated your company.

🌹 He wanted to continue reading but you couldn't help but stop reading and look at him, he was focused on his own book. You knew this would upset him but you had to ask him "Mihawk… why aren't you surprised that I speak Spanish?" You said shyly. He looked at you slowly and sighed, "Did you want me to be surprised?" He seemed to dodge the question with indifference and a slight degree of irritation "No but… it's just that… I almost never speak Spanish" He sighed long "Little bird, you haven't discovered America, I also know how to speak other languages" This made you go down. your book completely rested on your lap, you looked at him really amazed "Wait, what? Why didn't you ever tell me?" "For the same reason that you never told me that you spoke Spanish, I don't like to talk about myself." Yes, since you knew him he has always been very secretive about his personal life and he knew you well enough to know that you were the same.

🌹 The days passed and you tried to find out what languages ​​he knew how to speak. You imagined the most "exotic" ones you could think of: Russian, Japanese, French, etc. Even, why not? Maybe he also spoke Spanish. Your mission from now on was to follow him closely to get information from him.

🌹 You obviously failed. His lips were sealed like a tomb. "If you want to know more about me, you'll have to try harder than that" He told you one day, and you listened to him. Your strategy was to always be as close to him as possible and listen carefully. Just listen in silence, stealthy like a little mouse

🌹 Until the day arrived, slowly but surely. One morning Mihawk was looking for his cross that he had taken out the night before and now he couldn't find it. Then he quietly muttered some words that you didn't know the meaning of but that sounded similar to Russian or German. You tried to hide your excitement by simply glancing at him out of the corner of your eye and smiling slightly even though inside you were doing the victory dance.

🌹 One afternoon you couldn't help it and you asked him what language he had spoken that morning "Please just tell me" You said pleadingly to which he rolled his eyes. But you insisted so much, giving him pouts or puppy eyes that he responded, "It was Romanian, now will you leave me alone?" Smiling happily, you jumped and gave him a hug and you didn't care that he didn't return it, your satisfaction was greater.

🌹 You never knew how, but the following weeks you insisted that he teach you some words in Romanian (and other languages) and you taught him some in Spanish (although he already had a slight knowledge of that language, it was good for him to reinforce it) "Repeat, ingerul meu" He said. You repeated the phrase slowly. "What does it mean?" You asked, he approached your ear "My angel" And then you blushed and smiled. Other times you two competed to see who could seduce the other better or which language was the most romantic. It was a constant teasing where none of you gave up.

SHANKS

⛵ You had joined his crew a long time ago and the pirates, including Shanks himself, already thought they knew everything about you, except that you knew how to speak Spanish.

⛵ You were coincidentally on the island one day along with the crew, you and Shanks had disembarked to buy supplies. You had separated to buy some trinkets at a nearby stall, large and pleasant, it was your surprise when the saleswoman spoke Spanish just like you, so you got involved in a pleasant conversation while you bought what you wanted. When the red-haired pirate finished buying everything, he turned smiling in your direction and realized that you were talking animatedly with a saleswoman, but what caught his attention the most was that you were speaking in another language.

⛵ The closer he got to you, the louder he heard your conversation, but he still didn't understand a word. Even so, he did not overlook how delicious and seductive your voice sounded speaking that language unknown to him, it almost made him purr.

⛵ He took a few more steps towards you and was soon standing next to you, when he immediately approached the saleswoman and you fell silent. "How are you, ladies? What were you talking about?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. “Oh nothing, girl stuff.” The two of you said in unison, smiling goofily.

⛵ Upon returning to the ship, Shanks had not forgotten your little conversation out there a few minutes ago. And every time you were concentrating on doing something he would look at you smiling flirtatiously until you realized and when you looked at him he would pretend to look away.

⛵ Your melodious and sweet voice still resonated in his mind as if he were listening to you all the time. He would never have guessed that you were bilingual and he wondered why you hadn't mentioned it before, but now it didn't matter, he respected your secrets and was more than happy to have had the opportunity to listen to you. And of course he wouldn't tell anyone that he had heard you, he wanted to have the honor of being the only one who could hear your honeyed voice speaking another language.

⛵ But of course he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to find out a little more about that, without pressuring you, of course. One hot afternoon where you were sitting on a barrel fanning yourself with your hand, the red-haired pirate had sat near you on another barrel and with an alcoholic drink in his hand. Shanks began testing the waters. "So don't you want to tell me what you and the saleswoman were talking about the other day?" You felt a little embarrassed when he mentioned that, you didn't think he would still remember "I already told you, girl things…" You smiled, rolling your eyes slightly. Shanks laughed, taking a sip of the drink. "Oh yeah, of course. Although I didn't know that girl things were talked about in another language." Your jaw dropped slightly and you opened your eyes wide, looking at him to which he let out a laugh, before That you could say anything he responded "Don't worry gorgeous, I won't say anything, your secret is safe with me." You knew he wouldn't say anything but you still didn't feel comfortable knowing that someone had heard you speaking in your native language.

⛵ The days passed and the pirate kept his promise and didn't say anything, even so you felt somewhat embarrassed now that your secret had come to light. One afternoon you were leaning against the railing of the ship staring at the horizon with a frown but your mind was far away from there. The red-haired man had come out to get some air on the deck and when he saw you standing there he decided to approach. Seeing that you didn't even turn to look at him and seeing your worried face he asked "Hey doll, what's wrong?" He said slightly worried. You sighed "I don't know, I don't know what to think about you now knowing that I can speak Spanish" Shanks raised his eyebrows, so that's what it was, Spanish. "It's not that I didn't trust you, but I would have preferred it not to be known." Shanks smiled sideways and moved closer to you. "Listen, I'm not going to ask you why you don't want to speak your native language, but I swear you don't have to be ashamed of it. nothing. In fact I'm kind of envious of you, you know?" You looked at him with a hint of hope and warmth at his words. He hugged you and you put your head on his chest "You don't know how pleasant it was to hear you talk like that, I wish I could always listen to you. It was sexy" You let out giggles against his torso and you could feel him smile as he kissed your hair.

⛵ You felt a little better now and you really wanted to thank Shanks for not judging you and being understanding. At first you thought about speaking in Spanish with him but then you remembered that he wouldn't understand you at all. You were wracking your brain trying to think of a suitable outfit for him when he came into your room announcing that dinner was ready. Seeing you sitting there thoughtfully, he smiled and asked you what you were doing. "I uhh.. I was trying to think of giving you something for not telling my secret.." You said blushing. He laughed and crouched down to be at your height "You don't have to give me anything sweetie, just seeing you every day makes me fine" You smiled shyly but you really wanted to give him something, even if it was your words "But you know, I was thinking that maybe I could speak in Spanish… just for you. I know you're not going to understand me but since you said you liked it" Shanks smiled warmly, nodding "I think it's perfect, dove"

⛵ And so every time you were alone you would tell stories to Shanks, sometimes they were banal and irrelevant things like a pretty dress you had seen in a store or an exotic bird you had seen in a tree. But seeing your wide smile and your face lighting up were the most precious treasure for him, much more than him One Piece. It was true, he didn't understand anything you were saying but seeing you so happy talking about what you were passionate about made him smile and sigh while he felt his heart burst out of his chest. But one day you decided that he deserved to understand you, although he insisted that it wasn't necessary and he didn't care. You got to work and taught him everything you knew. For him it was a tender gesture that you went out of your way to teach a pirate like him the art of your language. They were arduous days where you found small breaks to teach him. "Come on, you can do it, repeat after me: Barco" He was pouting like a child "Ok but only if I can get a kiss" He smiled flirtatiously and cheekily. Weeks later he spoke the language quite well and was able to follow your conversations at ease, he felt as if he had discovered a new world full of possibilities. You two were on the deck holding each other. "Guess what new word I learned today?" He told you. "What is it?" He kissed you on the lips and then said "Te amo"

BUGGY

🎪 When he heard you speak Spanish for the first time he thought you were speaking in Chinese, he didn't understand a single word you were saying. You were quietly reviewing what you had to do in the next performance so that you wouldn't forget.

🎪 He slowly approached you without you realizing it. His face expressed confusion and extreme astonishment. He walked towards you like a zombie with languid steps, as if he were in some kind of trance. He just couldn't believe you were speaking another language.

🎪 You kept saying words that were incomprehensible and made no sense to him. Until you finished and turned around only to see Buggy standing near you like a fool. "Hello Buggy, is something wrong?" You said smiling. He blinked several times before answering, "A moment ago you were speaking another language, wha-what was it?" You were a little surprised that he listened to you. "Spanish why?" Buggy did not hide his surprise by raising his eyebrows, but then he made a movement with his hand, dismissing it. "Oh, for nothing. Keep rehearsing, I want my star to shine brighter than ever today."

🎪 The days passed and in each rehearsal you unconsciously went over your steps, always in a low voice and in your native language. And Buggy couldn't help but listen to you. First he was staring at you dumbfounded with his chin resting on his hand trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But then came the anger for not understanding a single word you say.

🎪 And since Buggy is quite irritable, his bad mood did not go away immediately, on the contrary, it continued for weeks. He couldn't stand knowing that you spoke another language and he didn't, he felt useless. He wanted to understand you because he was genuinely curious about you but it was terribly difficult for him to retain a phrase or word that came out of your mouth.

🎪 The pirate clown became more surly and spent several hours in his dressing room without speaking to anyone. At first you didn't give it any importance since you thought it was one of his typical tantrums, but his distant attitude continued for longer than usual so you got worried. Had he gotten angry with someone from the circus? Had you done something wrong? There was only one way to find out.

🎪 So that night you sneaked into his dressing room, opening the door slowly to show your face. You saw him sitting with his back to you, he had his hat in his hands twisting it furiously, it seemed like he wanted to eat it. "Why she can speak another language and I can't?" He sputtered, chewing the words.

🎪 You walked in, clearing your throat and saying his name cautiously. When he heard you he jumped in his seat and turned quickly to look at you. "Oh y/n! I didn't hear you come in." You apologized and asked him what was wrong, he frowned and turned around "Nothing, nothing's wrong with me. Why do you think something's wrong with me?" His anger was so evident and he made so little effort to hide it that you couldn't help but smile in amusement. You knew that he wouldn't say anything if you didn't pressure him a little, but always with delicacy and kindness. You stood in front of him and squatted down to look him in the eyes. "Come on, Buggy, I know there's something wrong with you, and I'm afraid it has to do with me. Did I do something to upset you?" You said a little distressed. Buggy opened his eyes wide and looked at you as if it were the first time, he realized his sadness and said in a softer voice "No, it's not that, it's just…" He covered his face with his hands, sighing "It's your native language" You furrowed your brow in confusion but he didn't let you speak "I think I'm…jealous that you know a language that I don't" You relaxed your face and smiled in relief, phew, it was just that. You grabbed the clown's wrists and pulled them away from his face "Buggy dear, if it was just that you could have told me. If you want I can teach you to speak Spanish" Upon hearing that Buggy's face lit up slightly "Would you really do that for me? " You smiled and kissed his nose "For you, whatever you want."

🎪 From that day on every night you sneaked into Buggy's dressing room to teach him Spanish. It was hard work. Buggy seemed like a small child who had a tantrum every time he made a mistake about something, and if he didn't understand he would get frustrated and kick the ground. Rolling your eyes several times and gathering patience, you taught him everything you could, but from time to time you had to play the role of "strict teacher" and scolded him when he became a brat.

🎪 As Buggy slowly learned, he was as enthusiastic as if he were 7 years old. There were still words that he didn't know how to pronounce well and when he said them out loud with complete certainty, thinking that he was saying them correctly, you couldn't help but laugh. Even the other members of the circus, although they didn't know what the clown was saying, laughed anyway, causing him to get angry, but then you calmed him down by kissing him on the cheek. Other times Buggy would get into flirty or horny mode and want you to teach him more bawdy or lewd words. Which he achieved by touching your thighs and sitting you on his lap when he was on the throne.

for my gente latino

[deathbyclown]

I’m horny so here’s a quick Croc/reader (afab)

Make This Fast Rating: Explicit Summary: A quickie with Crocodile in his office💖 Words: 1095

(Includes: Afab reader, riding, unprotected sex, pet name “kitten”)

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“We have to make this quick. My business partners will be here any moment.” Crocodile breathed into your hair, stubbing out his cigar into the ashtray on his desk, the smoke of it still lingering around the both of you.

He let you undo the belt to his pants, let you unzip him, let you reach inside and stroke his hard cock. He lifted his hips, helping you pull him from his underwear.

The two of you had been teasing each other all evening. What was supposed to be a little extra time to catch up on paperwork turned hot and heavy fairly quickly. To be fair you were the one who wanted to sit on his lap while you sorted through files, but he was the one who kept touching you, his hand trailing over your thighs, over your stomach and sides, dipping under your shirt to cup your breasts. And it didn’t help that you started to grind your hips against his growing erection, his hand slipping under your bra to play with your nipples.

He had you whining and writhing, had you grinding on his thick cock, the hot hardness rubbing you just right through your clothes.

Really, both of you were to blame for this, and now you had to hurry before you heard that knock on the door that would put a stop to this escalating situation.

You scrambled off his lap, pulling off your tights and underwear, leaving on your skirt but pulling it up and tucking it into your waistband as you straddled him once more.

“Fuck.” He breathed, eyes dark, watching as you positioned him to your entrance, already slick with your arousal. You sank down, the thick head of him struggling at your unstretched cunt. You knew you could take him like this, you just had to ease him in. You spread your legs, holding him firm in your hand as you pushed, sitting on him, his soft head finally making its way through. He was so thick, his shaft so hard and unforgiving.

You whimpered at the sudden stretch, taking a deep breath to relax, taking more of him before lifting up, and then sinking back down. His hand hovered on your hip, mouth agape as he watch you take him deeper and deeper.

“Yes. That’s it, kitten.” He murmured huskily as your ass met his thighs, his length fully inside of you.

You shivered in pleasure, his cock always stretched you just right, had you biting your lips, had you squeezing your eyes closed as your cunt fluttered around him.

You grabbed onto his forearms, hands sliding against the smooth soft fabric of his tailored shirt. You lifted up and slowly sank back down, moaning, feeling every inch of him.

You had to be quick if you wanted to cum without being interrupted. You were adjusted to him well enough that it wouldn’t hurt in the moment (although you knew you’d be paying for your hasty decision later). You gripped his arms and started bouncing, the feeling of his cock inside of you sending sparks through your spine, heat and arousal curling in your belly. You needed to cum so badly. This wouldn’t last long at all.

You rode him faster, chasing that climax that was so close you could taste it. He was breathing heavily, his hand moving over your hip to your ass, grabbing one cheek as you rode him. He was close, just like you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched his cock disappear inside of you.

You were squelching in his lap with every movement, surely making a mess of his underwear and pants. You reached down a hand a rubbed at your clit, your legs aching from how hard you were riding him, but you were there, you were right there, right on the edge of your orgasm.

“Shit.” Crocodile groaned, his head falling back on his chair, throwing you off your groove as his hips thrust up, filling you with his cum.

Close, just. A little more. You panted hard, hips grinding on his cock and your fingers. Hot and electric, your orgasm crashed over you, making you moan as your insides clenched, your cunt pulsing around Crocodile’s cock, pleasure surging through you. You rode out the waves of your climax, hips grinding on Crocodile’s softening cock.

Crocodile cupped the back of your head and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as you both came down. Your breath mingled, both of you panting into one another’s mouths.

You attempted to stand up, slick and cum oozing from you, dripping down your thighs as you moved off of Crocodile’s lap, your legs weak and trembling from the strain of your workout.

You went to wipe off the mess with your panties but Crocodile stopped you with his hook, his hand reaching into his pocket to grab his handkerchief. He tenderly wiped you down, cleaning the mess between your thighs.

He sighed heavily as he sat back, wiping off his cock and tucking it back into his pants. He folded up the filthy handkerchief and put it back in his pocket while you pulled on your panties and fixed your skirt, foregoing the tights. You crawled into his lap and he wrapped his arm around you, kissing your forehead.

“It’s a surprise I get anything done with you around.” His hook lifted your skirt, exposing your damp panties. “Such a little tease. I wish I had more time to play with you, kitten.” He lamented, dropping the fabric and cupping your chin with his large hand to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned his kiss, getting up on your knees to be eye-level with him.

“Once you’re done with your meeting, I’ll be waiting for you.” You murmured lowly, kissing his cheek. “I’ll show you what a tease I can be.” You promised with a grin, your fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His eyes gleamed and he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock on the door. The partners were here. He huffed and rolled his eyes. You slid off his lap and fixed your clothing to be as presentable as possible, Crocodile doing the same. You both gave each other a once-over and nodded in approval.

He let the meeting start and you saw yourself out, only there for introductions.

Well, that was a close call. Now you could take your time getting ready for Crocodile when he returned…

[jokeringcutio]

All you clown lovers send in your Buggy x Reader wishes. Imagine prompts are welcome