#i wrote it in 2nd pove so it can be g.n ^^

[mrs-hatake]

Helloooo 🥰

👀 sir crocodile you say??

Maybe a sir crocodile with male reader (if not male then gn.. whivhever you feel more comfy) and lazy morning cuddles and/or light frisky stuff, if you would feel like it 👀🥺.

I just.. i bet he gives reaaaally good cuddles and lazy morning frisky action is 👀

Thank you either way,

Have a lovely timezone~

ochizokulevy!! it’s good to see you again 😍

yes, i said sir crocodile 😌

thank you for sending in a request, i hope you like it 🥹

Sir crocodile isn’t a morning person.

He isn’t even a night person either.

To be honest, Sir Crocodile won’t even sleep if has a say. He’ll stay awake 365 days, working on his empire. Unfortunately, humans are designed to sleep in order to gain their strength.

The morning sun kisses his eyelids, just like how You do it whenever Sir Crocodile allows you to be…soft with him.

Almond eyes flutter open. Having only been to bed three hours ago, Sir Crocodile swallows the groan threatening to fall from his chapped lips.

Bleary eyed, and with arms as heavy as bricks, Sir Crocodile pushes himself in a sitting position.

He takes a moment to process his existence. Mentally, he goes through the list of tasks and assignments that are needed to be done today. He sighs.

Well, there’s no use in delaying.

With one more push, Sir Crocodile gets off of his bed. Though, his movements are immediately halted half way through.

Puzzled, Sir Crocodile glances down at his midsection. He finds two arms locked around his waist, trapping him.

His chalky hands wrap around the ones intertwined around his midsection. With as much gentleness as he can muster — Something Sir Crocodile is only able to achieve after having meeting You — pries your fingers open.

“Y/N.” He calls out Your name, voice deep and stern, after his third failed attempt.

“No, ‘s too early.”

Sir Crocodile rolls his eyes at Your mumbled response. His annoyed expression turns flat when You shift closer to him, burying Your face in his meaty back.

Defeated, Sir Crocodile lays back down in bed. His thick arms wrap around You and pulls You in closer.

“How much do you need?”

“An hour.” You didn’t even take time to think Your answer through. Your lover has been busy with work for three weeks straights and the both of you were barely able to have an unsatisfactory quickie in the shower once a week. You are going insane with loneliness. And horniness but You’re sure Sir Crocodile is well aware of that. He feels the same way, too, but he’s good at suppressing his needs. Which is surprising because Sir Crocodile is one greedy bastard.

“Brat.” Sir Crocodile huffs. He noses the top of Your hair, eyes closing in bliss. He will never admit it but he loves cuddling with You when he can. But if he tells You that, he will never hear the end of it. It’s bad enough that You’re clingy, he doesn’t want to add ‘teasing brat’ to the list.

Hands push at his broad chest.

Pulling back, Sir Crocodile’s lips are attacked by a hungry pair. Eating him like a person starved.

Sir Crocodile grunts.

His fingers dig into Your waist, anticipating the bright bruises that will surely appear on Your pretty skin later in the day. He pulls You in closer so You’re on top of him.

The heated kiss slows down in a lazy movement of lips. Tongues sloppily caressing each other, saliva dripping down Your chin, nearly choking at the large amount but greedily swallowing it down.

Pulling apart, Sir Crocodile is in awe at the lust swimming in Your eyes. Mischievousness glimmer soon afterward, rivaling the gems in his collection.

Before Sir Crocodile can react, You slide under the blankets and pull down his black boxers.