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sunandflame · 22 hours ago

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hi hiii !!! i finally thought of a scenario (if requests are still open if not then pls ignore :,)) crocodile with wife!reader but she's like the complete opposite of him like super bubbly n sweet. it could be something silly like crocodile reprimanding buggy and she drops by during the cross guild meeting like "hiii you forgot your lunch 😊" in front of everyone LOL (bonus if everyone had no idea he had a wife in the first place)

The Bento Incident

The Cross Guild meeting was already a disaster—until an unexpected visitor walked in and made it infinitely worse… or better, depending on who you ask.

Warnings: humor, domestic fluff, secret wife reveal, Buggy suffering, Mihawk reacting, Daz is lowkey the softest

Word Count: 618

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Wife!Reader

crossposted on AO3

The Cross Guild meeting was in full swing—and so was Crocodile’s rage.

Buggy was sweating through his face paint. Mihawk looked like he regretted breathing the same air as everyone. And Daz Bones was staring at the ceiling like he was manifesting early retirement.

“I said,” Crocodile growled, cigar clenched between his teeth, “we told the broker in Baltigo to keep the damn schedule. Why are we just now hearing he flipped sides?”

Buggy laughed nervously. “Haha! Funny story—turns out he didn’t like being paid in IOUs and circus coupons!”

Mihawk gave Buggy a sideways glance. “You’re insufferable.”

“Oh come on, I was just trying to save gold!”

“You’re going to save yourself a head, if you’re lucky,” Crocodile snarled.

He stood up from the table so suddenly that Buggy flinched and dropped a whole stack of maps. “I should’ve gutted you when I had the chance. You are singlehandedly compromising every shipment from—”

The doors slammed open with the force of a cannonball.

“Hiiiii~!”

The mood in the room crashed.

You stepped in, beaming, completely oblivious to the war-crime levels of tension in the air. You held up a very sweet-looking bento box, wrapped in sunny yellow fabric. “Sorry to interrupt! You forgot your lunch again, baby!”

Dead. Silence.

You walked straight up to Crocodile—Crocodile, ex-warlord, sand demon, desert king, literal human embodiment of “don’t talk to me”—and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. Right there. In front of the Cross Guild.

Buggy choked on his own tongue. Mihawk blinked twice—an earthquake by his standards. Daz Bones just straight-up dropped his arm, which had been half-turned into a blade.

“I made the cumin rice you like!” you said, gently placing the lunch box into your terrifying husband’s hands. “And the spicy lamb. And your favorite pickles! Oh, and I put a note in, don’t forget to read it!”

Crocodile stared at you.

Stared at the box.

Stared back at you.

“…You barged into my war meeting.”

You just giggled and smoothed out his coat. “You always get cranky when you don’t eat.”

Another stunned pause. Mihawk leaned back slightly in his seat, clearly processing the fact that the deadliest man at the table had just received a forehead kiss with lunch.

Buggy was the first to break.

“YOU HAVE A WIFE?!”

Crocodile didn’t dignify him with a response. He was too busy opening the box.

“She kissed him on the mouth,” Buggy squeaked. “Like it was normal!”

Daz Bones tilted his head slowly. “She seems… nice.”

“She’s sunlight in human form,” Buggy hissed. “He shouldn’t be allowed near her! He’ll sandstorm her or something!”

Crocodile finally looked up. “She’s my wife, Buggy.”

“You never said you had a wife!”

“You never asked.”

Mihawk leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.

“…Are those tiny carrot hearts?”

Everyone paused.

Crocodile glanced down. Sure enough—nestled in the corner of the rice box were five delicately cut carrots, each in the shape of a tiny heart.

There was a beat of silence.

“I love carrot hearts,” Daz Bones said flatly.

Buggy was spiraling. “What the hell is happening. I thought he lived in a sand pit like a lizard—he has a domestic life?! He gets little notes with his lunch!?”

Crocodile calmly lifted the bento, took a bite of the rice, and chewed with the kind of deadly serenity only he could pull off.

“I swear to god,” Buggy muttered, “if there’s a dessert in there I’m gonna explode.”

You popped your head back through the door.

“Oh! And don’t forget your little mochi, I put it in the side pouch!”

Buggy screamed.

Crocodile, smug now, didn’t look up.

He was already going for the mochi.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST! I LOVE WRITING HUMOUR!

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alwayssassydreamer · 22 hours ago

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Please Sir

A/N: this is my first entry for @quinloki roped in collab and to be honest i ended up writing two fics for Crocodile, because I wasn't quite sure what I wanted 😅 but I decided to gonwith this one for now 😁 (and probably the other one some time later).

Sorry for the shitty ending 🙈

Plot: you wanted a rough and tense session with Crocodile and he was more than eager to comply

Warnings: nsfw, "mean" Crocodile, humiliation, bondage, orgasm denial, some tickling, blindfolding, reader is called pet, some praising, fingering, begging, foot worship?, use of a toy, MDNI ��⚠️

Characters: Crocodile x FReader

The silk gag muffled your soft whimpers as Crocodile’s sharp gaze pinned you in place. Your wrists and ankles burnt slightly from the tight knots, but it was the weight of his presence that made your heart race. The undeniable authority he wielded over you.

Crocodile watched you, bound, blindfolded, trembling under his power with something close to amusement in his cold eyes. The silk ropes had left angry red marks along your skin, your chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths.

“You break so beautifully,” he murmured, crouching again by your feet. “But we’re not finished.”

You felt his hand wrap around your ankle, thumb stroking your heel almost affectionately before he grabbed your foot with enough force to hold it still. His warm breath ghosted over your arch, and you stiffened instinctively.

“So sensitive” he mocked.

His tongue flicked out, tracing an agonizingly slow path along your sole. The sensation was maddening, humiliating and your body jolted against the restraints. Then his teeth scraped your arch, not hard, but enough to send a wave of helpless laughter bubbling past the gag. You tried to shake your foot free, but he only gripped it tighter.

“You’ll remain still and take what I give you,” he growled. “Even if it drives you insane.”

You squirmed, whimpered, tears slipped from beneath the blindfold, and Crocodile - he just chuckled.

“You can’t escape me, pet. Not these ropes. Not my touch. Not even yourself.”

You jerked again when his lips trailed over your ankle up your shin to your knee, slow and mocking before he bit your kneecap, followed by a kiss and a lick along your inner thigh that had your back arching as good as you could.

“And after everything,” he continued, voice now low and silken, “you’re still wet for me, aren’t you?”

His tone was thick with venomous pride as he switched to your other leg, repeating the torment. You sobbed into the gag, more from overwhelming sensation than pain. His hands were cruel, but his mouth was reverent, kissing, licking, praising every inch like your submission was something sacred.

“This is what obedience looks like,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your knee and licking your inner thigh again. “Raw. Helpless. Beautiful.”

And you, shaking, aching, humiliated, could do nothing but endure. Nothing but burn because this was Crocodile’s game.

“Pretty little pet.”

Crocodile’s voice was calm, dangerously so, as he looked down on you. You were on the edge now, chest heaving, face flushed beneath the blindfold. His hand hadn’t stopped, his fingers were dancing from your arch to your knee and up your thighs stopping right at the crease of your thighs but never giving you more, never going where you wanted him. You were begging, moaning and gasping but it was all silenced through the gag.

“Can’t take it anymore?” he mocked, tone sharp and smug. “Too much for you? But you’re mine. You don’t get to decide when it ends.”

Your muscles ached from struggling against the ropes, your mind slipped between humiliation and overstimulation. Then he striked harder, his teeth grazed your inner thighs while his fingers scraped along your waist and hips - ticklish, tormenting, invasive, causing muffled groans and laughter to fill the room.

“You thought I was going to worship you?” he chuckled darkly. “No, pet. This isn’t for you. This is for me because I enjoy watching you fall apart.”

You pulled at the ropes trying to buck your hips to get you closer to him but he pinned you down with brutal precision, and his voice turned to a growl.

“You’ll give me what I want.” He said firmly before lifting his gaze up to you while one of his fingers traced over your core.

“Beg.”

You froze at his words.

“I want to hear it,” he hissed, pulling the gag roughly from your lips. The silk dropped to the floor with a soft whisper that contrasted the steel in his command. “Say it.”

Your throat was dry and your voice shaking.

“Please… Sir…” you rasped quietly.

He growled with satisfaction.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” you gasped, tears streaking your cheeks, the shame blistering, “Please, Si, don’t stop… I—I'll do anything, just—”

“Oh, I know you will.” His voice wass molten, thick with sadistic pleasure. “Because you belong to me. And I haven’t even begun to ruin you.”

His fingers moved between your legs finding you already slick and warm. He growled softly at how your body shivered when he pressed two thick fingers into your core, tormenting and yet igniting a fire between your legs before pulling them back out making you whimper only to feel his face lean closer and him lick over your core, just enough to drive you insane, to make you moan, to make you arch your back as his tongue moved slowly ever so slowly over your folds before his hand spread you open and his tongue tormented your sensitive clit.

You cried out in raw shock, hips jerking, body no longer your own. His laugh was deep and cruel as he continued biting, stroking, sucking, kissing with a horrible precision but never giving you enough to get you to that sweet release you were craving.

“You’ll remember this every time you walk,” he murmured biting you, “every step a reminder that you were owned.”

His hand moved between your thighs again one finger teasing over your lips before he slowly pushed one thick finger deep inside while his tongue was pressing against your clit. You moaned, heart rate picking up it felt so good just a little more, just a little deeper, a little caster, so close you were so close......but then……..everything stopped.

"Not yet," he whispered. "Not until you really learn to beg."

You were shaking, mind hazy, body soaked in sweat, nerves on fire. The licking, the biting, the torment, it was all built into a single pulsing, unbearable ache between your legs.

You were right there, right on the edge, gasping and begging.

“Please, Sir Crocodile,” you whispered, voice cracked and ruined. “Please… I need it…”

You suddenly felt him smirk against your neck. That cruel, infuriating smirk that meant you’ve already lost.

“Oh, I know exactly what you need,” he murmured nipping at your neck in a rough way surely leaving marks. His hook traced a careful path from your throat down to your nipple the tip of it slowly pressing against it while his hand slid between your thighs again, fingers teasing the soaked heat of your core, almost touching, almost.

“Look at you,” he sneered breath hot against your skin. “Tied up, broken, soaked like a bitch. What would the others say if they saw you now? The strong little girl… reduced to a desperate toy.”

You sobbed, hips twitching forward, silently pleading for more contact. His fingers teased your folds slowly like he was drawing something before he pushed between them teasing you, driving you insane. You moaned, you cursed wanting him to push in deeper, harder. Just one touch and you’d have shattered.

And that’s when he stopped entirely.

His hook left your nipple, his fingers disappeared from your core. The pressure between your legs vanished and you froze. A breathless, horrified silence filled the space between your bodies as a deep whine escaped your lips accompanied by a cruel chuckle from him.

And then you heard him step back.

“No,” he said flatly. “You haven’t earned it.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

“But—” your voice cracked. “Sir...I… I begged—”

He grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing your head up even as the blindfold covered your eyes.

“You begged like a common whore,” he growled. “Not like my obedient little pet.”

Tears stung your eyes. You were burning from the inside out. Denied, aching, humiliated. You were so close. So damn close.

He released your jaw, and you heard the sound of his coat swirling as he turned away.

“You’ll sleep like this,” he said coldly. “Tied. Wet. Needy.”

Your wrists were still raw, ankles still trembling in their binds. Every nerve in your body was screaming for release. And he was just… leaving.

There was a pause at the door. Then his voice came again, low, sharp and final.

“Maybe next time, you’ll learn how to beg,” was all he said before you heard the door shut behind him and you were left alone in the dark.

The room was silent except for your deep heavy breathing.

Your arms were numb, skin sticky with sweat. Your legs were still spread, ropes tight at your ankles, holding you open, aching, vulnerable. The slick heat between your thighs had gone from desperate to unbearable. And he was gone.

Left you like this.

You tried not to cry. Not again. But tears leaked out from under the blindfold anyway, silent, shameful streaks fell down on your cheeks. Every inch of your skin remembered his touch, his bites, his lips, his voice. Your body didn’t know the difference between torment and pleasure anymore.

And still… you wanted him, no you needed him.

The ropes dug in as you shifted, trying to find relief but it was no use. There was nothing. No friction. No touch. Just need.

Just… silence.

Every second felt like an hour. Your thoughts spiraled, wild and raw.

You sniffled. “Please,” you whispered to no one. “Please… I’ll be good…”

No answer came - of course not.

You began to shake, cold, helpless, desperate for anything. And still – nothing.

He had left you with your thoughts, your soaked thighs, your ruined pride and your need for him.

But just as you thought you might lose it you heard footsteps.

The door creaked open and you tensed, your breath caught in your throat, hope flared like a blade.

But Crocodile said nothing.

He walked around you slowly. You heard the brush of his coat, the click of his shoes, the soft clink of his golden hook as he stopped next to you.

“…Still wet?” he asked his voice low.

You nodded frantically.

“Still desperate?”

“Y-y-yes,” you breathed, the word cracked and raw.

He touched your shoulder with his hand, trailing it slowly down your collarbone.

“But not broken yet,” he muttered. “Not truly.”

Then, like punishment, his hand slid down between your thighs again and without warning pushed a thick finger inside you. You were still so fucking wet that you could hear it when his finger moved. Another finger followed curling and stroking in a rhythm that built a delicious pressure low in your belly. Every time you bucked your hips, his hook pressed you down firmly a silent command to you were going to take what he gave you.

Your breathing was becoming erratic by now, needy moans leaving your lips. He kept pushing, pressing, stroking, his thumb circling your clit, knowing exactly how to drive you insane.

You gasped and could feel it, you were close so damn close, finally, finally he would give you release, finally he would let you cum until.....he pulled away before you could reach it - again.

You screamed not in pain, but in frustration.

“Please, Sir—I’ll say anything—do anything—please, please, I need to—”

His fingers, wet from you, snapped tight around your chin.

“That’s better,” he snarled. “But you’ll stay tied. You’ll stay wet. And you’ll suffer for me.”

You whimpered not even trying to hide yourdesperation anymore and Crocodile smirked you couldn’t see it through the blindfold but you knew it, hell you could feel it.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

You were shaking, desperate by now, ready to do and say whatever he wanted.

Time had no meaning anymore. There was only the dull ache of your muscles, the throbbing between your legs, and the sound of his measured, deliberate steps circling you.

Crocodile hadn’t spoken in what felt like hours but in reality were only a few minutes. He was just watching. Observed your whimpers, your breathing, your desperate need, measured how far you’ve been unraveling from silence alone.

Your wrists still bound, your ankles too. You were still blindfolded. You were still soaked, ruined and your body was exposed to the cold, to him.

Then, finally, he spoke. Quiet, precise.

“Your instincts are filth,” he said. “Your body craves like an animal. But you want to be more, don’t you?”

You nodded, frantically. “Y-Yes, Sir…”

He tilted your chin up again, rough fingers dragging your face forward.

“Then prove it.”

Your breath hitched before you heard him pull something from his coat, a remote, and pressed a button.

You heard it before you felt it - a low buzz. Vibration. Small. Constant. It pressed against your core, his sand power made sure it stayed there, snug and cruel.

Your back arched. Your mouth opened in a strangled moan.

“Not a word,” he warned, voice like ice.

The toy stayed on low, maddening and persistent, enough to tease, enough to torture but never enough to give relief.

You bit your lip until it bled trying to keep any sound from escaping.

He watched you with razor-sharp eyes, calculating every twitch, every muscle that tightened. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

“You don’t get to cum,” he said, slowly. “Not until I say so. If you do, without permission, I leave you tied like this for the rest of the night with the toy on low.”

Tears threatened to fall again at his words.

Your body rocked helplessly against the stimulation. Your mind was fogging, senses reduced to want. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t reason. Couldn’t disobey.

He leaned closer, whispering into your ear.

“You’ll beg. You’ll cry. You’ll scream my name, and I’ll still say no.”

His voice was silk and cruel, coiling around your neck like a noose.

“This is your obedience test, pet. You’ll last until your voice gives out. Until your mind breaks. Then maybe, I’ll consider mercy.”

He kissed your temple in a mockingly gentle way.

Then pressed the button again.

The vibration increased and you screamed, your back arched as you tried to obey. Forcing yourself not to cum.

And he just smiled.

Your body wasn’t yours anymore.

It trembled with every throb of the vibrator still pressed tight to your swollen, overstimulated core. The ropes bit deeper into your skin. Your jaw ached from how hard you’ve clenched it, holding back sobs, holding back everything.

But your composure, your resistanc, hell even your self was slipping.

And Crocodile knew.

He leaned in, breath hot against your ear, voice nothing but a scalpel of cruelty.

“You thought this would be about pleasure?”

He chuckled low and dark.

“No, pet. This is about owning you.”

You cried out, raw and wrecked, body jerking as another pulse from the toy nearly shattered you. Your hips moved on their own, desperate, obscene. You would have been ashamed - if you had any shame left.

“Beg,” he ordered, as his hand came up up to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple before circling and pinching it making you cry out again.

“Please, Sir… please—I need to cum—I’ll do anything—anything—”

His hand slid from your nipple down over your belly and between your thighs, pressing the vibrator harder against your clit - teasing and nothing more.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Please!” you screamed, voice cracking, your body so overstimulated, your core so wet, so ready that it hurt. “Please—I'll crawl, I’ll kneel, I’ll wear your collar—I’ll be your toy—I’ll let you do anything, just please let me cum—Sir, please—”

Silence.

A long, deliberate silence interrupted only by your moans, sobs and the buzz from the toy between your legs.

Then came his voice calm, cruel and final.

“No.”

The word dropped like a blade.

And then - click.

The vibrator turned off.

Gone.

Your body trembled. Your scream was voiceless, silent, collapsing into broken sobs.

“Not until I decide you’ve earned it,” he said, cupping your face. “And you haven’t.”

He tightened the ropes again. A final, deliberate act of control.

“You’ll sleep like this. Soaked. Denied. Owned.”

He put the vibrator on low and placed it against your core and stepped away, the soft hiss of his coat brushing the air. You heard him pause by the door.

“One day,” he said, cold as marble, “you’ll thank me for making you a perfect obedient little pet.”

And then - he was gone.

Again.

And you broke because the moment you moved, the moment youbtried to get relief the vibrator slipped and fell away giving you nothing but a small buzz against the mattress now.

You didn’t remember when you stopped crying. You just remembered going quiet.

Your body ached, tight, raw and wet. The ropes were a constant reminder of his power. Every breath was shallow. Every part of you was exhausted. But deeper than all of that… you still burnt.

At one point you even heard the vibrator die down.

And then you felt it - his presence.

He was back.

His footsteps were calm. Measured. You felt the brush of his coat as he circled you. He said nothing. Not yet. Not until his fingers brushed your jaw and forced your face upward again.

"You lasted longer than I expected," he murmured.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were beyond words.

Crocodile released the knot binding your blindfold. Light pierced your swollen eyes. Your vision was blurred but not enough to miss the way he looked down at you. Calm. Smirking and definitely satisfied.

“You’re quiet now,” he observed. “Good.”

He undid the ropes binding your ankles. Then your wrists. Slowly. Deliberately. Taking his time.

Your limbs trembled, your body relaxed into the sheets but only for a moment.

Because then his hook pressed against your throat, firm, cold and unrelenting.

“Don’t think this is over,” he growled. “You haven’t earned mercy but you’ve earned your reward.”

He dropped his coat.

His fingers found your thighs, spreading them wide again. You didn’t resist. You couldn’t resist even if you wanted to – which you clearly didn’t.

“Keep your legs open,” he said. “And your eyes on me.”

You nodded, barely breathing.

Then his fingers finally touched you.

Not with teasing. Not with cruelty. But with a brutal, relentless precision that left no space for thought. His fingers plunged into you, slick and powerful. His thumb circled your clit – fast and devastating.

“You want to cum?” he hissed, breath hot against your skin and you only managed a nod.

The coil inside you snapped as he kept going, kept moving, stroking and curling just right. You cried out his name as your climax crashed over you, muscles clenching tight around his fingers, thighs quaking. He groaned low, kipping at your neck, never stopping his relentless strokes until you’ve ridden every last wave. You were trembling, breathless, vision hazy with bliss. His fingers finally stilled, slipping from your core to rest possessively on your thigh.

You looked at him still in bliss from the orgasm that just rushed over you and he smirked.

“Again" he said firmly. "This be a good pet and time cum around me.” he growled as he unbuckled his pants freeing his hard cock and rubbing it deliciously against your core teasing you, the head of it nudging your entrance before he pushed inside.

The stretch burnt, but the pleasure bloomed hotter with every inch you took him inside. He was big, thick and long, filling you so completely you couldn't help the sharp cry that left your lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, jaw clenching as your warmth engulfed him. His voice was low and ragged. “So tight around me…”

Your scream ripped from your chest like thunder as he set the pace his thumb continuing it's torment on your clit as his hook teased your nipples.

The rhythm he set was rough and each thrust sent electric jolts of pleasure through your entire body.

“So fucking good,” he growled mouth crashing to yours in a messy, needy kiss.

Your hands clutched his broad shoulders, nails biting into his skin, head lolling back.

“Look at me,” he commanded, eyes blazing.

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.

His expression was raw, desperate, completely unmasked.

“You’re my good little pet,” he snalred, voice breaking with the force of his thrusts. “Say it.”

“Yours—!” you sobbed, pleasure coiling impossibly tight. “I’m yours your good pet—forever!”

He let out a deep, feral groan, slamming into you harder and faster.

Just a few more thrusts and you were already on the edge – you had been waiting too long for this.

"Sir......gonna........gonna cum........Sir am I allowed to...." you stuttered shakily.

"Go on pet cum for me" he grunted increasing the pace one more time.

Your body exploded, jerking and clenching around his cock as your orgasm ripped through you. Too much, too fast, too long denied. You sobbed through it, your thighs shaking violently, tears were pouring down your cheeks. You were undone. Shattered. Broken in the best way.

And he didn’t stop.

Not until you were completely undone, twitching, drenched and silent. Not until you felt him fill you up. Only then did he finally pull away.

He smirked down at your wrecked form and for once the smirk was not filled with cruelty, not about control instead it was softer, for Crocodile's standards soft.

He studied you and then leaned down to kiss you. Possessive and final, leaving no room for doubt that you were his.

“You’ll never cum again,” he said, low and cruel, “without thinking of me.”

And you knew he was right and if you were being honest you didn't mind that at all.

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