#sir crocodile x male reader

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hands on my knees ~

Men who love it when you give messy blow jobs, just holding your head up by your scalp or pulling on your hair as you drool rolling your eyes forward making eye contact as their cock keeps your mouth too full to talk leaving you just gurgling mindlessly.

Men who hold one leg up fucking you in your bed putting their fingers in your mouth making you choke and suck on them as they snap their hips forward making your body jerk with each thrusts as you lay all fucked out and lewd.

Men who bend you over their knee fingering you harshly over and over rubbing up agaisnt your prostate milking it as they keep holding you bent by the arch of your back until you cum all over yourself.

Men who hold their face in your neck grunting in your ear whispering lewd words about how good you feel around them and how they wanna stay inside you forever, holding your body close skin to skin with you under them as they fuck you senseless.

Men who are silently great with after care despite them being so rough with you in the bed, clawing all the cum off you washing up the bed sheets bringing you pain killers if you need them, outside of sex they are total sweethearts and no one would ever think them to do such dirty things to you.

—Nanami, Kunikida, Toji, Sukuna, Jotaro, Zoro, crocodile, Uzui, Gojo, Geto, Bram, Choso

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi!! Hope everything is going well!

Could I Please ask for some bottom buggy (mayhaps with some watersports since I saw you had a interest) or some ftm crocodile being fucked into submission!

Have a nice day.

Ftm Sir Crocodile x male reader

Ficlet

I love Sir Crocodile so much 🗣️ 🗣️

Reader is part of Buggy’s crew, cuz I thought that would be hilarious. Reader doesn’t have a devil fruit, but is still super kickass. Hes kind of the information gatherer, smuggler, etc, for the Buggy crew. Reader is also normal human height.

Mixed terminology for Crocs bits. Also, breeding/pregnancy? kink warning ig. but its just mentioned for the fantasy.

The Cross Guild appeared great for any outsider or lesser in the know members, which was most of them. They all saw your captain as someone great and almost godly, thinking he was so much more than he was, but you had been with him for many years, even before the Buggy pirates had even been created. Shortly after the execution of Rogers, Buggy had stumbled into your path and had accidentally saved your life, and from then on you had been by his side.

Most people thought of you as something akin to an accountant or treasurer, wearing an outfit that looked very much like that of a ringmaster, long red tailcoat and top hat and all. You were always one of the first to run away, giving you a reputation of a coward who couldn’t fight.

The only one who truly knew how much of a threat you could be, would be your captain and his inner circle, which you were also part of. You might not have been the strongest physically compared to someone like Mihawk, but no one could gather information like you could, smuggle like you could, or have someone “disappear” like you could. Your network was so extensive that even the one they called Joker, who you knew was none other than Donquixote Doflamingo, was jealous.

That was why you knew everything about Sir Crocodile and Mihawk before the day was over when the Cross Guild was formed. You cowered off to the side, keeping up your weak act as you flinched at their raised voices or the light reflecting off Crocodiles golden claw.

They believed you a weak fool who’s only worth was your quick mind and ability to calculate numbers quicker than most computers, which resulted in them mostly dismissing you. It was a role you basked in and felt comfortable, using it to keep your true identity under wraps. That was until they pushed your captain too far, as Crocodile especially seemed to take great pleasure in antagonizing and hurting your captain.

You were protective, most pirates were, if they felt any sense of loyalty to their captain. It was because of that, that you dug up a trusted contact, a celestial dragon with greater access to seastone than anyone else you knew. Using measurements from the moment’s clothes had to be made, a pair of cuffs in just the perfect size soon arrived to you with the post.

It was easy to press Crocodiles buttons, to get him worked up by acting stupid and pathetic, just the way you knew made his blood boil. It was even easier to enrage him so far that he chased after you, so blinded by his anger that he didn’t even notice how you kept avoiding his sand, or how you were leading him further and further away from the rest of the guild.

When he finally caught up, Crocodile caged you against the wall, hook digging into the drywall as he almost snarled down at you, cigar crunched between his teeth as his purple eyes blazed. But mild confusion crossed his face as your fearful expression dropped, his body straightening as your eyes met his head on. Before Crocodile could order an explanation, a feeling of weakness crashed through his body, making his knees buckle enough that you had to catch him, supporting his towering weight and bulk.

His vision swam as you started dragging him along, his feet dragging along the floor because of his height compared to your own. Crocodile felt dizzy and mildly nauseous, his eyes finally catching the heavy bands around his wrist, the one he still had left. “ssseastone?” he slurred out, voice lighter than the growl you were used too, cigar long forgotten somewhere along the journey.

In the beginning, you had planned on torturing him, the blades strapped to your person burning at the thought, but as you threw him down almost carelessly on a barely clad bed, a different through passed through your mind.

A slight thrill ran down your spine as his purple eyes burnt into you, his usual anger still present, but mixed with something else, something deeper and hungrier. Soft pants left Crocodiles lips, sounding faintly struggled as the seastone drained the power from his body, leaving him limp and pliant.

You could see the heat rising to Crocodiles cheekbones as you started stripping off your usual getup, tailcoat slid off your shoulders and neatly folded, top hat placed down with care. “What the hell are you doing…” Crocodile rasped from the bed, his pupils blown as an unfamiliar need unfolded inside him, the familiar thrum of pleasure running through body.

Maybe it was his weakened state, but he swore his cunt was pulsing with need, especially as you unbuttoned the stark white shirt you always wore, revealing a tightly muscled and heavily scarred body underneath, leather straps adorned with vials and weapons stretched across your torso.

Crocodile tried to shuffle his legs, maybe to squeeze his thighs together, or to spread them further apart, he wasn’t sure, but all he could do was a minimal twitch and jolt. “I planned on cutting you up, making you beg for mercy. But from the looks of it… you wouldn’t mind some other kind of discipline” you murmur, almost stalking towards him where Crocodile was splayed out on top of the white sheets.

You could see all his muscles tense as you let your hands climb up his legs, up his thighs and stomach, traveling all the way up his arms towards his hook. A choked off noise leaves Crocodile as you remove his hook with ease, like you had done it a thousand times before, placing it off to the side with care.

“Behave yourself” you tell him, squeezing the sides of his jaw to make his lips part. Crocodile tried to growl or snap a threat, to snap his teeth at you or somehow fight back, but his body was mostly unresponsive, his tongue feeling thick and useless in his mouth.

A shiver of anticipation ran through Crocodile as you moved again, settling between his thick spread thighs. Your eyes met as you reach for his belt, your brow lifting as if asking if he wanted you to stop. You may be a pirate, but you had class and manners, at least when it came to stuff like this.

But when all Crocodile responded with was a sour expression and glare, you make easy work of his belt and slacks, tugging them down his hips and legs, throwing them off to the side with little care. Your disregard for his clothes made Crocodile grumble, but the noise was quickly silenced as you pressed your entire hand against his slick underwear, fingers teasing his hard t-cock and soaked folds.

“Tsk tsk, look at you, bet you just need someone to put you in your place, is that it?” you mumble in an almost mocking tone, looking up at him with an almost feral hunger in your eyes. Crocodile chokes on the words that want to form in his throat, some kind of rebuttal perhaps, that he would never want someone as low as you to do anything to him, but as you pinch his cock between your fingers, it morphs into a shaky moan.

Crocodile’s boxers as easily pulled off, thrown to the floor with a damp plap, making his face redden further as you only find amusement in the obvious sign of his arousal. Kicking off your pants and boxers, you crawl up the bed and sit between his thick thighs, pushing them further apart to expose where he only grows slicker, hole clenching around nothing as if begging you to fill it.

“What would they say, seeing the great Sir Crocodile, spread out like this, ready to take the cock of a feeble weak treasurer” you taunt, pressing your hips closer to his, so that you could drag the tip of your cock up and down through his folds. The act has Crocodile arching as good as he can with the cuff on, his eyes squeezing shut as he clenches his jaw, a breathy noise leaving him, folds only growing slicker around you.

Maybe it was your size difference, with you being average human size, compared to Crocodiles almost 9 feet, or maybe it was his gut deep arousal, but his hole didn’t need much prep for you to be able to fit inside.

That didn’t mean you were just gonna give it to him, since this was supposed to be a lesson. A stuttery moan spills almost silently from Crocodiles lips as your fingers rub through his folds, barely pressing against where he wants you the most. He had never imagined himself in a situation like this, splayed out and dripping for you, someone he had always just seen as a nuisance, but here he was.

“Come on Crocodile… ask nicely” your tone is almost cruel as you push only two fingers inside him, barely felt because of his size, but just enough to rub against his wet gummy insides and leave him aching for more. Crocodiles jaw clenches, barring his teeth as his head weakly rolls to the side, as if to hide his face into the sheets.

“Or… I could just leave you here, thighs spread open, cunt glistening with want. Im sure someone will pass by, and who wouldn’t want a chance to fill this” as if to exaggerate your point, you push two more fingers into his slick hole, burying them as deep as possible into Crocodiles wet insides, punching a gasp out of him.

Crocodile seems to debate it, if he wants to put his pride aside for someone like you, but his thoughtprocess is knocked off course as you pinch his cock with your free hand, twisting it cruelly. Had he not been wearing the seastone cuff, his thighs would have clamped shut and a shout would have left him, but now all his body could do was tense up as a wet keen tumbled out of him.

“P…please” Crocodile finally mumbles, voice small and almost shy, but it can barely be heard over the wet slick sounds of your fingers thrusting in and out of him, his wetness running down your palm and wrist in the process.

“Hm?” you hum, the questioning tone in it clear, as if you didn’t hear him at all, giving his cock another twist just because you could. “fuck me… please…” is gasped out, Crocodiles insides clenching around your slick fingers as they rub and prod around inside him.

Your fingers movements slow to a stop, silence filling the room long enough for Crocodile to peek an eye open and look down at you. Your eyes are intense as they bore into his, the predatory flare in them making Crocodiles insides quiver. “Normally id demand better than that, but I’m starting to pity you” you scoff out, withdrawing your fingers from his hold with a slick noise.

Instead of wiping them off on the sheets, you use the large amount of slick that had gathered in your palm to slick up your shaft, releasing a huffed exhale as Crocodiles eyes widen at the sight. “I’ve thought about making you ride me, so you’ll have to make yourself take it, but we can’t do that right now, can we” you eye the cuff around his one wrist, making Crocodile growl and spit out a weak warbled “fuck you”

His insult carries no heat, clearly only for show, his glare quickly wiped off his face as you finally push inside him. Crocodile needs little time to adjust, resulting in you almost immediately setting a bruising rough pace, drawing in and out of him with loud wet slick noises, his hole gripping onto you as he gasps and moans.

Reaching down, you push his shirt up just enough to splay a hand across his lower stomach, a foxlike grin spreading across your lips as you watch his hips weakly roll into your own. “If you weren’t such an asshole, I could fuck you whenever. Imagine that Crocodile, walking around, cunt leaking my cum, as you try to play tough.” You chuckle darkly, tone thick and hungry in the way only a predatory animal could possess.

As your cock rams into that sensitive spot inside him, Crocodile is finally starting to realize you are truly more than you seem, his cunt drooling a wet puddle under him on the sheets as you take him with a new hunger, a glint appearing in your eyes as your hand presses down harder on his stomach.

“I could knock you up you know, right here.” Is hissed out as you bottom out inside Crocodile, the words making him tighten up and shiver in want. “No one would find you so scary then, would they Crocodile. Waddling around, fat with my kid” you purr, letting both your hands splay across his stomach. It was all fantasy, but by God did it make Crocodile wet and wanting. Something about the fantasy of you, some lesser subordinate knocking him, Sir Crocodile, up, had him seeing double.

The seastone didn’t help with his woozy state, all attempts at forming words only becoming half formed and slurred, Crocodiles eyes going wet and glassy as that familiar feeling spread through his body. “in… inside me…” Crocodile slurs as you curse to yourself, clearly close to the finish line as well. Had it not been for the cuffs, he would have thrown his legs around you, squeezing you against his body to keep you inside him, but all he could do now was beg.

Crocodiles pride crumbled as your fingers squeezed his cock one last time, a pure orgasmic expression crossing his face as he gasped and moaned, his entire body twitching weakly as he came, wetting your cock and the sheets even further as the feeling thrummed through his entire body.

With a deep groan you bottom out inside Crocodile for a last time, letting your eyes squeeze shut as you spill inside him, coating his insides in a thick coat of white. Crocodile whimpers weakly at the feeling, trying to squeeze around you as if to milk your length for more.

He slumps against the sheets further than he already is, eyes falling shut in a relaxed exhausted expression. Crocodile barely notices as you pull out, white leaking out from between his folds to join his own mess on the sheets. He barely even notices you cleaning him up, only twitching and gasping softly when you clean up between his legs.

Its only when the seastone cuff leaves his wrist that Crocodile returns to himself somewhat, as the familiar feeling of his devilfruit washes through his body again. Squinting his eyes open, he catches sight of you getting dressed again, tucking on your shirt, then your coat, and lastly placing your hat on top of your head.

Even with his devilfruit returned to him, Crocodile still feels weak and exhausted, but the good type of exhausted one only gets after a good fuck. Part of him wants to ask you to stay, to hold him and pet his hair, to maybe mumble more dirty fantasies about knocking him up, and how you’d make him live as your pretty little housewife. But instead, Crocodile just grunts to get your attention, his attempt to demand to know where you are going.

“I have to get back to the others, since ill be taking over your duties for the rest of the day and tomorrow” you say, voice resolute and not allowing any denial or struggle. And normally Crocodile would have growled and rejected anyone taking over his duties, but for some reason, the idea of you taking care of him made him relax deeper into the bed, muscles lax and thoughts empty and calm for once.

Approaching him, you press a soft kiss to his forehead before telling him “this room is hidden away from everyone else, so take all the time you need. Ill check up on you later” as you pat his cheek. After telling him where the bathroom is, where he could find towels and replacement sheets and blankets, you were on your way, leaving Crocodile on his lonesome.

It took a while, but he finally pushed himself into a seated position before getting to his feet. The feeling of your cum trickling down the insides of his thighs as the familiar heat of arousal burning inside him once more, making Crocodile shuffle towards the bathroom you had pointed him towards. Even though you had just left, he could still get himself off a few more times from just the memory alone.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be disciplined by you, he wondered how you’d react if he caused issues with your smuggling routes. The idea sent a line of heat up his spine as he stepped into the shower, hand quickly traveling between his thighs, fingers burying themselves into his still sensitive hole, fantasies of hungry glare and cruel fingers filling his mind.

[anystalker707]

i need you [2/2]

Pairing: Crocodile x [male, amab] Reader Summary: Crocodile makes up for the lost time in more ways than one. Tags: top crocodile / lots of petnames / he's sweet and caring / fingering / a little overstimulation

[AFAB READER VERSION]

i need you | PART 01

requested by anon (they requested male reader, but i made amab and afab versions of the same story) [I'd like to request a fluffy/comfort NSFW continuation of that crocodile fic because I'm In Love with that and everything else you write for that matter, with a bottom male reader. Just soft loving praise and tenderness while he takes his time picking reader apart and reassuring them. I wanna kiss his scar so bad. I hope this fits your rules and please don't worry about writing it if you aren't interested or anything!]

MASTERLIST

“Dearest,” Crocodile muttered as he rubbed the back of your neck, and you hummed in response, leaning into his touches instinctively. “Anything else you may need?” And it was hard to summon a single thought while he handled you so caringly, wrapping his arm around your middle while fingers pressed to the back of your neck. All in the comfortable setting of his room. Was there any place better than that? You could barely think about anything else in general while melting in Crocodile’s arms, all sleep and comfy… “Love?”

“Mm?” You blinked slowly, feeling his back against your chest as you looked up.

A smile tugged on Crocodile’s lips as he shook his head with a soft sigh, squeezing your shoulder. “Long day for you, I know,” he whispered, pressing a firm, warm kiss to your forehead. “You’ve been so strong while waiting for me to return, haven’t you? Such a good boy,” he whispered as he ran his thumb down the back of your neck, which snatched a soft sound from your throat. “Are you happy that I’m back to you?”

“Very,” you whispered, closing your eyes, just basking in his hold for a little. You could just stay like that forever, honestly.

“You’re so beautiful, my love, you know that?” Crocodile kissed your forehead. “Such a pretty little thing. Makes me so proud to have you,” he whispered against your skin, satisfied with how you blushed and pressed closer to him, letting out a soft sound in response.

Crocodile’s tender touches and words were better than anything else in the world, giving you such happiness, such a sense of accomplishment and safety. You wished you could tell him what it felt like, but even if you happened to find the right words, they’d probably die on your tongue. Your chest and your head felt lighter, after all the crying that you’d done, making it even harder to think now, so most of what you could do involved melting in Crocodile's arms, basking in the sweet praises he gave you with all the love, letting you sit between his legs, with your back against his chest.

“I won’t be leaving you so soon again,” Crocodile whispered against your hair as he kissed your head.

Rough fingertips ran along your skin, under your shirt, trailing up your torso, and a large palm rubbed up and down your side soothingly. Crocodile pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, eventually trailing up the side of your neck as his hand stilled around your waist and gave it a squeeze. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling his lips linger on a sensitive part of your neck, compelling you to tilt your head to the side with a soft sound coming from you, holding on to his arm.

Despite how soft they were, the kisses Crocodile left on the side of your neck were enough to send the blood rushing down your body, making your cock twitch inside your underwear that easily. Had you been missing him that much? Enough to make you that sensitive to his touches? Your cheeks heated up as you shifted a little, trying to balance things between containing himself and not interrupting him.

“Dearest.” Crocodile’s lips grazed your skin as he spoke, and his hand tightened around your waist. It made your skin rise in shivers, and how stupid of you to think that Crocodile wouldn’t have noticed the slightest changes. He knew you so well. How could he not?

Crocodile’s hand slipped between your legs, palming at your crotch, while his lips became more insistent against your neck, and it was impossible to escape him. A soft, dragged moan came from you once you finally melted into Crocodile’s arms, your eyes fluttering shut. His chest was warm against your back, firm and comfortable.

“I think I got more things to make up for, hm?” Crocodile’s words ticked your skin, and you nodded, arching your into his touch. “My poor baby, left alone for so long. How horrible of me.” Despite the teasing that laced Crocodile’s words, you couldn’t help but let out a soft, whimpering sound in response while melting into him. Of course, it was terrible. You’d always craved and needed him when he was away, and he was there making fun of you. Nicely, though. You had a special place in his heart, for a fact.

Another shiver ran down your spine. Crocodile’s hand found its way into your pants, squeezing your cock before he gave it a tentative pump—he hummed in satisfaction when your thighs quivered.

“Come on, my darling,” Crocodile whispered as his fingers came up and traced your bottom lip. Resisting was hard, with a fuzzy mind full of need. His index finger pressed to your tongue, making saliva start to fill your mouth before his finger moved in and out, soon accompanied by another, muffling your whimpers around his digits. His fingers played with your tongue, letting it glide between them, fingertips tracing the back of your teeth and tugging lightly on the inside of your cheek.

The drool was running down your chin, escaping the corners of your lips, when Crocodile’s hand slipped into your underwear again, and his fingers began tracing your entrance, making you gasp. “Relax for me, my love,” Crocodile whispered. Something stirred in your lower stomach, and your cock twitched at the same time your walls clenched around nothing, as much as you tried to relax for him.

A soft whimper escaped your lips once Crocodile’s finger slipped inside you, stretching you out so nicely, the way you’d missed so much, the way only he was able to do.

“How’s that feel, dearest?” Crocodile’s breath fanned against your neck, and you nodded, thighs quivering.

“Feels s’good,” you breathed shakily, feeling a second finger slipping in, and it was so hard keeping yourself from cumming just from the way he fingered you, stretching you out leisurely. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers curled inside you. Your thighs quivered. “Mmm, there,” you gasped, arching your back and bucking your hips when his fingertips brushed against that sensitive spot inside you. “N-No, pl—” A whine of frustration escaped your lips without your control, and you were left with the painful feeling of the pleasure fizzling away when Crocodile’s fingers left you while warm kisses were pressed to the bare part of your shoulder, where your shirt was pulled down.

Crocodile’s thumb grazed the tip of your cock, pressing down to it before spreading the pre-cum around, using the mix of spit with pre to jerk your cock off a few times. However, he mostly focused on grazing his thumb along the sensitive spots on your cock, seeming to have fun with the way it twitched and leaked more under his skillful touches.

“Got something better for you,” Crocodile said as he tugged your shirt up, so you tried your best to get yourself back together and help him get your clothes off. The cold air touched your skin, soon replaced by the warmth of Crocodile’s bare torso against your back as his arm was around you again, and his cock stood proudly between your legs, under your own, flushed and leaking already. “Missed this as well, my love? Because I did,” he whispered.

Warm, tender kisses were left along your shoulder as he hooked a hand under your thigh and brought you up, so you reached down, guiding his cock to your entrance with a soft groan.

“Fuck,” you breathed, feeling the nice, burning feeling of his cock stretching your walls, eventually followed by the pleasure as your walls adjusted around his cock, and it hit all the right spots inside you. You’d missed it so much. Your eyes rolled back as you felt Crocodile disappear deep inside you.

“That’s a good boy,” Crocodile groaned into your ear. His arm was still firm around your waist as his hand pressed to your inner thigh, his thumb grazing your crotch, as he guided the movements of your hips. It was slow, at first, experimental, but it felt so good anyway—your nails sank into his arm, leaving behind red marks. “You feel even better than before, my love, so hot for me,” he whispered, nipping on your neck, occasionally groaning against it as you weakly rolled your hips against him, following the guide of his hand. “Show me how much you missed me, dear,” he whispered.

Summoning enough courage and energy was hard, but you eventually took a deep breath and started rocking your hips against his. Moans spilled from your lips each time your hips sank on his, his cock bullying all the right spots inside you, and you doubted if you’d even need your cock touched to reach your orgasm.

A messy, breathy whimper escaped your lips as you threw your head back against his shoulder, squirming in an attempt to make that overwhelming pleasure last once his cock hit the right angle. Crocodile’s patience didn’t mirror yours, and he pushed you down on his cock at once, letting out a pleased groan with the loud whimper that escaped your lips.

Frustration laced your voice as Crocodile paused, but it was only so that he could change the position, now with both of you on your sides, with his hand hooked under your knee to keep you spread open all nicely for him while his cock pounded into you in a steady, firm rhythm. It was way better than your messy riding, sending waves of pleasure up your spine without interruption, and you couldn’t even think about holding your orgasm back.

A loud sound of pleasure escaped your lips as you ached your back against Crocodile’s chest, the cum coating the bedsheets while your mind blanked out. A groan escaped Crocodile’s lips, at the same time his hand grew tighter around your thigh, trying to contain himself as he felt your walls milking his cock so nicely.

“Good boy, came so good around me,” Crocodile whispered into your ear without stopping his thrusts, seeming to enjoy how you looked all fucked out, panting for air, all whiny with the overstimulation threatening to take over. The only thing that escaped your lips were broken words with long moans while you held onto his arm tightly.

The extended pleasure compelled you to squirm, letting out a pleased sound that resembled a sob, while your thighs quivered and your toes curled. Despite the constant stimulation and dragging pleasure, you couldn’t help but enjoy it, barely able to focus your gaze on anything, the corners of your vision still darker from the orgasm. You’d missed him so much that you wondered if you’d ever get enough of him at some point. The kisses along your neck and shoulder sent tingles down your spine, and you were grounded to reality by the same touches that made your mind all fuzzy.

Finally, you felt the familiar warmth of Crocodile’s cum filling you, snatching a broken gasp from your lips, and he grunted in pleasure against your neck, squeezing you tighter for a moment before he finally exhaled heavily, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before finally letting your leg down. The firm touches were replaced by tender ones, caressing up and down your side, soothing you down, until your chest wasn’t heaving so abruptly anymore in the attempts to catch your breath.

“Are you okay, my love?” Crocodile whispered, his nose pressing to your cheek, and you nodded lightly, turning your head until your nose brushed against his.

“Yeah,” you mumbled in a faint whisper, observing Crocodile through half-lidded eyes before cupping his face, bringing his face closer so that you could kiss over the scar that crossed his face tenderly, letting your lips linger against the rough skin. “‘Missed you so much.”

“I’m here, darling,” Crocodile whispered, caressing your waist.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[silkendandelion]

I heard we say our inside thoughts on Sundays bc the traffic is lower, so:

Switching with Crocodile, first letting him take you bc he needs to take the edge off, he needs to come inside you first so he can feel comfortable passing the reigns to you

And bc it churns his insides knowing that when you’re fucking him later, legs over your shoulders—the extra wetness between you isn’t just from where his hole is slippery and stretched open, it’s where his release is slowly dripping down your leg as you get ready to give him the same treatment

He craves power and control but gets easily as high when he’s under the care of someone he trusts enough to let control him (just for a little while 💚)

[grafeas-of-tartaros]

Nightly Ritual

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Gn!PuppySub!Reader

Genre: Romantic Fluff

Rating: M

Summary: A short and sweet one shot about the bedtime routine of Sir Crocodile and his partner.

Content Includes: pet play, power exchange, use of dog related pet names, Pet/Master dynamic etc

A blanket of soft warmth surrounded and cradled your body. The fuzzy fabric of the blanket and the circular doggy-bed below you cocooning you comfortably. Shifting from your curled up position, you blink the sleep from your eyes. The stretching of your stiff limbs causes a few pops to come from your joints. A loud yawn shudders through your body to fight off the last of the grogginess. Now mostly awake, you take a look around the fancy, well furnished office of Sir Crocodile.

The lights were low, the large room only illuminated by the sconces hanging from tall, cream-colored walls. Long shadows forming around the areas that the light can't quite reach. Gold accents in the furniture glimmering faintly like tiny stars scattered across the room. With so much of the extravagant room hidden in darkness, it has a more cozy, homely feeling to it. That comfortable energy causes a need for affection to squeeze in your chest. Raising and turning your head to look around for the usual source of affection. Big, fluffy ears that sat atop of the hairband on your head bounce from the quick movements.

Just a few feet away from where you're laying in your doggy-bed is the dark wood siding of Crocodile’s desk. Tall and broad just like the man that sat behind it in a large armchair. Practically folding himself in half against the desk as he snappily fills out a pile of paperwork. Thick, dark smoke pours from his cigar and obscures his already shadowy features. The rich scent drifts through the room and tickles your twitching nose. Heavy blankets slipping from your shoulders pooling at your waist as you move to step out of your comfortable bed. Coarse office carpeting a far cry from the silky material that makes up your napping spot. But you shake off the uncomfortable shock to take a few steps out of your little sanctuary.

Each soft step of yours paired with a swish of fur from behind. The high-quality fur that makes up a tail brushing up against the back of your thighs. A well-fitting harness making certain that it doesn't slip off or rub in any uncomfortable places when you move. Soft yet sturdy knee pads keep the scratchy carpet beneath you from marking or burning the sensitive flesh located there. Paired with specialized gloves that nullify any pain or awkward pressure from walking on your hands.

In just a few sleepy steps you find yourself sitting beside the tall chair that Crocodile sits in. Hands in front of you flat on the carpet, legs folded beneath you and butt resting on the back of your heels. Patiently waiting for Sir to feel the longing, needy stare you're shooting up at him. Impatient as all puppies are, you quickly get bored of waiting for him to make the first move. Letting out a small ‘yip’ to hopefully pull his attention away from his work. The clever plan works and Crocodile sits up from the hunched position he was in a few moments ago. Lavender eyes looking around before finally landing on your sitting figure on the floor. Chuckling when he sees your pleading eyes and panting mouth looking back at him.

“Finally awake from your nap I see, pup.” Crocodile rumbles, a stream of smoke chasing after his words.

“Woof!” You feel your tail wag back and forth excitedly when Crocodile's eyes finally reach you. Sitting up to gently nudge your head against his calf. A sign that you're asking for a head pat (or maybe even a scratch behind the ear). Looking back up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. Bottom lip stuck out in a dramatic pour. Hoping that the cutesy act would be enough to convince him to pause working on the seemingly endless pile of paperwork.

“I know what you're asking for, pup. but I can't do that right now. I need to finish signing these papers so they can be looked over tomorrow.” An apologetic look disappears as quickly as it appeared across Crocodile's face. Bringing his hook down to carefully pat your head with the side of it. While nice, it wasn't exactly what you were looking for. Practically nothing when compared to the affection the now busy man is usually capable of. Bumping your head against it to gain a bit more satisfying friction.

“Harrumph.” Your next bark comes out closer to a huff. Exhaling sharply in annoyance from how ignored you feel. Nudging against his wrist with your nose, careful around the sensitive area attached to his prosthetic. Bumping it so the heavy, base rests against the top of your head between the ears on your headband. Quiet whines catch in your throat to try and pull at the silently working man's heart strings.

“I said I can't cuddle with you right now, treasure. How about you go play with your favorite squeaky toy for a bit and I'll spend some time with you when I'm done.” Crocodile gives you a sympathetic smile before turning back to his paperwork. Leaving you to grumpily make your way back to the comfortable corner that houses your bed.

Beside the bed was a small, wicker basket overflowing with a variety of toys. Keeling in front of it you bury your face within the heap of toys in search of your favorite. Eventually lifting back up with the toy you were searching for clenched in your jaws.Giving it a few test squeezes to make sure the squeaker box is intact. Being met with a loud,happy squeak from the worn-down toy. Carrying it along and flopping down back into the soft embrace of your doggy-bed. Curled up in a little ball with your head resting against your arms. The toy sat in front of you, you alternated between chewing on and shaking it in your jaws.Yipping and growling playfully when met with resistance from the squishy, squeaking toy.

Dropping further into your puppy headspace, time seems to go by in an instant. Attention only pulled away from your toy when a quiet groan reaches your ears. The sound emanating from Crocodile as he stretches from sitting in the same position for so long. Looking up from it to peer over at the man. Watching as he stood up from his chair, the wood of the seat squeaked softly. Quiet footsteps thumping from behind the desk and slowly got closer to you. Ringing out in the quiet office until he stood in front of your curled up form.

“Up.”

He said, voice hoarse and low from the silence he had been sitting in. Waving his hand to beckon you to his side. No cigar clenched between his teeth, but the rich scent of the smoke still clings to his clothes. Bringing a familiar, comforting feeling over your senses and into your lungs. Drawing you closer to him, kneeling by his side. Wagging your tail and waiting for what his next command will be.

“Good pup, now follow.”

You happily trot along beside Crocodile, looking up at him as you walk. Speeding up your motions whenever his stride outpaces yours. Sometimes playfully nudging against his leg, causing him to smile down at you. Besides your footsteps however, the hall was quiet and nearly dark. The lights low flickering, mimicking the flames of torches. Creating a small path of visibility that ended at the tall doorway that leads to Crocodile's bedroom. Patiently sitting beside the door, watching the man's movements closely. His hand reaching out and pushing the door open with a low creaking from the wood.

“In.”

*Crocodile snapped his fingers and pointed into the bedroom. Prompting you to enter the room before he did. Nodding, you happily scamper into the large lavishly decorated bedroom. Spinning about in a circle as you try to relax yourself before you become too worked up. Panting and smiling broadly, looking around for Crocodile. He had quickly made his way into the bedroom after you. Now standing beside an ornate, wooden dresser. Waiting patiently with his arms folded over his chest. One of his eyebrows raised curiously, A silent command to assist him in undressing and getting into more comfortable clothes.

Crawling towards him, you kneel in front of him on your knees. Carefully unlacing his shoes before slipping them off of his feet. Then working upwards, you take off his belt, then his pants and his boxers. Unbuttoning his shirt, running your hands up and down his chest. Admiring his physique, fingers running over his pale, brown-gray skin. Tracing the scars that run beneath his pecs and meet in the middle of his chest. He looks down at you with a loving expression. Lifting one of your hands to place a kiss against your knuckles.

Though it seemed nearly impossible, you eventually pulled away from him. Digging through the dresser for a comfortable pair of sleep pants. Watching as he steps into the legs, helping pull them up for him. Finally, you carefully take his left arm in your hand. Rubbing at the sensitive edges and scarred flesh. Lovingly detaching the prosthetic, and setting it carefully off to the side. Mirroring his movements by bringing the stump up to your lips. Peppering, careful, soft kisses on the stitched and scarred skin. The sensation caused him to crack a small smile. Playfully rubbing your head with his hand, skin warm yet rough. Thoroughly relaxed, Crocodile moves to lay on the bed.

Nearly crawling out of your skin at this point, you quickly shuck your puppy garments off. Only just barely remembering to place them on the dresser so you will have them tomorrow. Almost bouncing as you skip over to the bed, watching as Crocodile lays back against the pillows. The man reaches his arms out to pull you close to his chest. His body relaxing and melting against the silky bed sheets. His face is nuzzling the side of your head. Breathing in your familiar and comforting scent. His deep-set, lavender eyes shut, almost drifting off. Not wanting to leave you hanging, he takes a deep breath to wake himself up.

“Mmm thank you, for all of this.”

His voice mumbles against your skin, feeling the rumble deep in your skin.

“All of what, Sir?” you hum curiously

“Taking care of me, helping me, keeping me company. You did so well for me today, pup; just like you do every day.” Crocodile places a chaste kiss against your forehead. Pulling you closer to his chest, letting your leg fall across his lap.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Those words pull a chuckle out of the stoic man. The sound shaking your body, so close to his.

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[kayrrhin]

Hiii i Hope you're having a great day☺️ i was thinking if i can request Crocodile, smoker and mr.2(platonic and i know Is a bit strange but i Adore him) with a reader with many tattoo, would they be interested or they wont like them, if they worship them and such

Thx and be well ❤️

Tattoos and kisses

Hiii, i am thanks, i hope you do too! I'm going to be honest i loved the request, so let's go!

characters: Sir Crocodile, Smoker, Mr.2(platonic) gn reader

Warnings: kinda suggestive for Crocodile? i think there is a part considered a swear word?

Crocodile:

I think he would like the tattoos depending on the style, he wouldn't have much of an opinion about it tho, given that it's your body.

He would probably buy you outfits that show off the tattoos, whether it's on your back, arms, legs, under boobs, stomach, he would find it ten times sexier when they're shown while you're wearing a fancy outfit.

He would probably trace them when you are both intimate or just cuddling (if that happens since the brother has the schedule of a minister).

Otherwise, like I said, he would be neutral about them most of the time.

Mr.2:

They would compliment you all over the place.

Did you get a new tattoo? "It's gorgeous!" Does it go well with this outfit? "Yes, of course it does! It goes with everything!"

They would be your cheerleader, always telling you how good it looks on them and how pretty they are!

They would definitely go shopping with you to find clothes that would bring out your tattoos.

Smoker:

I think at first he would think you're odd, why do you have that many tattoos?

But after a while he starts to think it's pretty, the tattoos are really well drawn and the designs are quite pretty.

After realizing that, I think he'll be a little more interested in your tattoos.

Asking questions about if they have a meaning, if it was painful, what was your first one, if you have a favorite, he would be very curious.

Then he gets embarrassed and leaves for at least an hour, to make sure he calms down before talking to you again.

I didn't really have any scenarios, so I hope the headcanon format is good :)

[silkendandelion]

Now THATS what I’m talking about. 👍🏼❤️

CROCODILE x MALE! READER

IN THE LOW LAMPLIGHT

Content: Male AMAB Reader, bottom reader, top Crocodile, cockwarming, office sex, lap sex, light overstimulation, dom/sub undertones, NSFW 18+ MDNI

Synopsis: Cockwarming Crocodile in his office and reaping the rewards

Word Count: 1428

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You had no idea how long you’d been sitting like this for – sat in your lover's lap, bare front pressed against his clothed chest and face tucked into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. Bergamot, cardamom, the sweet smoke of his cigars. You’d lost track of time like this, speared open on Crocodile’s thick, throbbing cock, lulled into a haze by the scribbles of his pen on paper and the rhythmic tics of the grandfather clock.

You let out a content sigh, stretching your back and subtly shifting your hips back onto the cock filling you up so good-

“Patience.” Crocodile’s gruff voice cut through the silence of his office, cold metal hook digging warningly into your hip.

Reluctantly settling back into his lap you wrap your arms around his muscled waist, easily slipping back into a state of mindlessness, knowing only the stretch of his member and the occasional soft kisses pressed to your temple.

Through your haze you watch the light from the large arched windows dim, the water growing darker and bananawani growing lazy outside as dawn came and went.

Lazily, you tilt your head to get a better look at your lover, the sharp contours of his face illuminated by the warm amber desk lamp, wavy strands falling in front of his eyes, brow pinched in concentration. He’d always scoff when you told him he was beautiful, but god if it wasn’t true.

Every now and then Crocodile grinds lazily up into your wet heat, groaning at the snug fit of your walls. He chuckles darkly at your mewls as he teases your rim with his hook, nipping at your ear– “Easy now, darling,” his breath hot against your neck, hand coming up to tug at your hair and expose the marked column of your neck, “You’re doing so well for me. Hang on a little while longer.”

Soon only the hanging mosaic lamps illuminated the room, casting soft shadows across the velvet drapes and tome-filled shelves that stretched towards the domed ceiling. And still, the only sound in the room came from the clock, and the scratches on -what had to be- the final sheets of paper.

Suddenly you feel cool metal run up the dip of your spine, ripping a whimper from your lips, your back arching and cock throbbing. Crocodile hums in appreciation, snapping the pen cap with a satisfying click. He was silent for a while, but you could feel his hungry gaze lingering over your naked form.

Crocodile’s eyes raked over you: legs spread over his thick thighs, cock leaking and wetting his shirt, completely naked while his pants were open only enough to free his cock and heavy balls. He breathed deeply, huge hand coming up to the back of your head, tangling in your strands and easing back to look at you. And, oh, he had to bite back a moan, because he thought you looked divine looking up at him with flushed parted lips, and glassy blown eyes.

“God,” He breathes, suddenly a little too hot, opting to unbutton his shirt and shed the green cravat. You bite your lip at each inch of exposed muscle- something Crocodile doesn’t miss, smirking and soothing a thick finger over your lips, tapping for entrance– “Suck.”

Obediently, you wrap your mouth around the digit, curling your tongue and bobbing your head just the way he likes, and his hook digs deliciously into your hip in response. His throat bobs as you make eye contact, dragging your teeth teasingly and flicking against the tip.

“Fuck.” He growls. Pulling his spit-slicked fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, Crocodile reaches down and wipes them across your puffy rim, relishing the way you jump and instinctively tighten. “So fucking handsome.”

And finally, finally, he begins to grind lazily into your throbbing, aching hole.

“Croc-” you moan, voice hoarse and needy, rocking your hips in desperate need of “more!”

He grins softly, eyes darkening even more, “You need more? That so sweetheart?” Rings dig into your skin as he wraps a large hand around your waist, lifting you slowly up off his cock until only the tip was nestled inside. “How ‘bout this then?” And slowly, achingly, he drops you back down, pulling a wrecked gasp from your spit-slicked lips.

“I-” you gasp, the drag of his girth against your prostate setting your nerves on fire, “Please~”

And how could he ever refuse you? Crocodile grunts, biting his lip and starting to bounce you on his cock. He fills you up with deep, slow strokes, watching your eyes flutter and jaw slacken as his blunt tip bullies into your prostate.

A particularly harsh snap of his hips has you crying out, slick walls clenching tight and turning him feral. He starts fucking into you hard and fast and rough, gritting his teeth and groaning “Jesus fuck baby."

It was good. It was better than good. You could feel your orgasm coiling untouched, eyes rolling back each time his cock sunk deep inside. Your soft groans spurred Crocodile closer and closer to the edge, eyes flitting down to where your cock bobbed against his stomach, precum beading prettily at the tip and begging to be sucked.

It was almost too much, everything becoming too sensitive as your stomachs tightened and tightened.

The sound of skin slapping skin and the squelch of lube filled the room, Crocodile bringing you into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and nipping teeth, hot and fast and taking as he groaned into your mouth.

He knows you’re close, fuck, he’s close, but he likes drawing things out, loves the way your walls flutter at his sinful voice.

“You gonna come for me, beautiful?” He murmurs, deep and smooth, and all you can do is babble desperate pleas, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders and whining.

With each drag of his cock against your walls the coil in your groin winds tighter. You’re so close.

Crocodile laughs breathily, snapping his hips up into you hard and reaching down to grab hold of your leaky cock. “Then cum,” He strokes once, twice, and oh. Oh fuck–

Your body snaps taught, eyes rolling closed as your orgasm washes over you with a wave of white. And crocodile doesn’t stop, milking your cock and grinding against your prostate as you shudder and gasp in his grip, cum dribbling down his wrist.

“Close.” He groans, biting your neck.

You’re too fucked out to moan or whimper as he keeps thrusting into you, overstimulating you by rubbing his his palm around your tip.

It was all too much for him: your walls squeezing and pulsing over his aching cock, the cracked moan of his name as you shudder through your orgasm, the lewd sound of squelching as he fisted your spent cock to make your legs shake-

Crocodile cums with a deep, growling moan, cock throbbing in your tight slick walls, filling you up with his hot release. You whimper his name, tugging at his dark hair when he bites your neck, marking you as his. His hips still after giving a few soft thrusts, emptying himself entirely. You can feel each pulse of his hard cock, the wetness of his cum coating your walls.

Both of you pause, wrapped around each other, panting and trembling. The room is heavy with the smell of sex and sin, and cum dribbles down your thigh as his softening cock slips out.

“God.” With a tired groan Crocodile slumps in his seat, pulling you down against his chest, "God fuckin’ shit."

Crocodile forgoes his usual after-sex cigar in favour of whispering praise and drawing soothing patterns across your skin with his hook. His voice is breathless as he cards his fingers through your hair, “So good. So good for me. My good boy.”

After a while he tilts your head back by the chin, smiling down softly, “You alright?”

His voice is calm and soothing. You nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips, drawing a hum of acknowledgement from the other man.

“Good,” he breathes against your lips before meeting yours in a soft, passionate kiss.

He presses his forehead against your own and gently picks you up, cradling you to his chest. His heart fluttering obnoxiously as you stifle a yawn into his chest and nuzzle his neck.

Picking it up from where it was draped over the desk, Crocodile wraps his warm, fleece-lined coat around your shoulders, carrying you to the pre-prepared bath, “You were perfect, my love.”

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I couldn't think of a title, so I just settled on a phrase from one of Hozier's (many) slutty smutty songs- Work Song. First post on the new blog and the first actual fic I've enjoyed writing for literally over a year. Which is. Mind blowing, to say the least.

If you enjoyed this please do let me know! :D it means a lot to me and many other writers. Happy New Years!

[alexa-fika]

Cuddly Dangers (Crocodile x male!child!reader)

A/N Some cuddly Crocodile-Dad? Have had this one in my mind for a while and I finally brought some attention to it. Lemme tell you I COOKED, man im on a rolll today 🫦🫦🫦

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which means reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Crocodile huffs another thick cloud of smoke; his plan-making halted as he stared at hi child in front of him, happily playing with the Bananawani

“They are supposed to be guards, you know,” he mutters

“But they are cute guards!” The child explains, giggling when the colossal animal nuzzles into them

He sighs, another cloud of smoke leaving him with the action

“Do remember that these guys are the only predators to Sea Kings; they aren’t cuddly puppies, Dokucha.”

“I know, Papa.”

“If you know, then don’t pet them like it’s a kitten.”

“But look, they like it!” He exclaims, gesturing to the Bananawani, who had now lied down to provide better access to the pets the boy kept giving him

“Just remember the rules.”

“I know; I won’t go in the water with them.”

"Good. And also, remember these are dangerous creatures; don't be careless.”

“Nothing will happen! Papa is the strongest, so he will protect me!”

“That is true.”

He puffs out another cloud of smoke

"But I can't keep my eyes on you 24/7, so just be careful with the Bananawanis, and I will be happy.”

“Okay, Papa!”

A grin grows on his face; he watches as the boy continues to play with the wild creature, a sense of relief and pride filling him as he finally has a child to call his own. He had never been the one to form attachments easily, but when he had found out the existence of the boy, he couldn’t leave him to die.

“Come here, Dokucha”

He glances at his father quickly leaving the Bananawani behind, the latter leaving a disgruntled growl at the lack of attention as the child happily runs to his father

Crocodile picked up the little one and held them on his lap, stroking his hair and planting a kiss on his head

He smiles at the affection, nuzzling further into him

At that moment with, the child did not sat the one they called ‘Desert King’ but simply a father who was happy to be able to be with their child. A father who was ready to do anything to give his child a better life, no matter what he had to do or who stood in his way.

Here we go, had to have some cuddly crocodile pet fic over here. It was mandatory. Short one but wholesome one.

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@amethystviolin

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[loganwritesprobably]

Your Little.. Boyfriend?

Just a little something because there's not enough male reader content

Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/M!Reader, getting together, jealous!Crocodile, boss/employee, weird npc is obsessed w reader, implied canon-typical violence, possessive!Crocodile, first date

You'd been working for Sir Crocodile at rain dinners for a while now. You worked on the casino floor, waiting on guests who might need it while most of your co-workers worked the tables or at the bar. You were one of just two waiters, and that meant you were often stretched thin, working twice as hard as your other co-workers in order to do everything you needed to. But, damnit, you did your job well! You had already gotten a small raise, and you'd gotten a bonus last holiday season.

Crocodile wasn't at the casino often, attending to other business that he had. He was a busy man. But on the times that he was at the casino, you were usually sent to tend to him. Your waitress co-worker had been asked once but she hadn't been able to keep her nerve in the wake of such a large, intimidating man. You didn't mind, tending to Crocodile was usually a far less stressful job than tending to the general public.

You'd built somewhat of a rapport with him, to the point where he usually greeted you by name whenever you first came to see him during a visit, taking his first drink order of the day. He asked you for your thoughts on the casino sometimes, asked for information about the usual goings on of a day when he couldn't be there. You answered the questions to the best of your ability, but at first you'd also been prone to telling little white lies - you didn't want to disparage his establishment after all. Now? Now you'd freely tell him about problem employees and customers, things that needed changing, and ideas you had for the betterment of the casino. Sometimes, things changed and sometimes they didn't - he was free to make those choices himself of course, you were just honoured that he asked you at all.

Today, Crocodile was due to make another visit. You'd been told ahead of time, instructed to take care of your section until he arrived, and then it would be closed to help your co-worker while you tended to the man.

There was just one small problem. You had.. an enthusiastic customer, to put it politely.

The customer was a regular, and he always made sure to sit in your section and chat with you. It'd been nice at first, you made sure to give him excellent service for being a loyal customer, and it was nice that he liked you. Then he specifically waited for a table so he could sit in your section even if the entire other section was empty. He'd be there from open until close, buying something just often enough that he wasn't told to leave. He'd attempted to follow you on your lunch break more than once. He was starting to be scary, but you had to put on your best customer service face, because that was your job.

You closed your section, despite much complaining, and the customer attempted to follow you to Sir Crocodile. Thankfully, he spent his time in a private VIP area, so the security stopped the customer from following you. You had less than a minute to calm yourself down before making it to Crocodile, but you were fairly sure you'd managed.

"Good afternoon, Sir. How can I help you today?" You asked, cursing your slightly shaking voice.

"You know, I afford my employees here a lot of free reign, but this is incredibly unprofessional of you," Crocodile said, causing anxiety to start brewing in your stomach, "I'll take a whiskey." You nodded and set off to do that for him, desperately attempting to figure out what you'd done wrong.

And then he was gone. Crocodile had stood from the chair where he'd been lounging and left you in the VIP area out of harms way while he returned to the main area of the casino to find the customer that had been bothering you. The VIP area was soundproofed, so you could only guess what had happened while he was out there, but Crocodile returned with red knuckles and a small spatter of blood on his face. You were able to fill in the gaps.

Your stomach was in knots when you returned to Crocodile, setting his whiskey down on the table in front of him gently.

"I'm sorry if I'm speaking out of turn, sir, but I was wondering what I've done that you consider unprofessional?" You needed to know, and you could only hope that he'd explain so you could fix the behaviour.

"This is your work place, leave your little boyfriend at home next time." Crocodile told you, looking bored as if it should've been obvious that his was the issue, but you only found yourself more confused - you didn't have a boyfriend.

"I think there's been a miscommunication sir - I don't have a boyfriend. I'm single, I live alone." You replied, the tray you'd used to carry Crocodile's drink clutched tightly in your hand.

"Then who is the young man that has been obsessively following you?" He asked, his dismissive tone replaced by one more firm. He needed information and he needed it quickly.

"Just a customer sir." You told him, and you couldn't bear to make eye contact anymore, his hard gaze unnerving for the first time since you'd begun to work for the man.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You've been gone for a few weeks, he only started being so.. interested when you were gone. I haven't had a chance." You admitted. You'd been planning on telling him today anyway, it wouldn't be the first uncomfortable visitor he'd banned from the casino for mistreating his staff.

"Stay here. I'll be dealing with this one personally."

"Sir?" You asked softly, unsure what you were meant to do from here, what was expected of you next.

"I'm taking you out." Crocodile declared, gently taking the tray from your hand that you were still clutching, something to ground yourself with. You looked up at him blankly for a moment, just blinking, processing what he'd said.

"You're what?" You asked, needing some seriously clarification before you were able to process his words.

"Go home, get changed into something casual, be back here in three hours. I'm taking you out." He repeated, ushering you out the door. Out. On a date. Okay maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe it wasn't a date, but just an outing. Bosses did those right? Sure, yeah. That must be it.

You headed home as you'd been instructed to, took a shower and scrubbed yourself within an inch of your life. You sprayed yourself with deodorant and cologne, hoping you could raise yourself to the standard Crocodile might expect from someone he was going.. out with. You agonised over what to wear, sure that nothing in your wardrobe was good enough for wherever you were headed. At least he'd said casual - that meant you were off the hook.

With a pair of nice trousers, patterned and made of a thin cotton that would allow the fabric to breathe to help with the heat, and a shirt in a different colour, only buttoned part way to display some of your chest - it still could be a date and there was nothing wrong with showing off a little on a date - you were ready to go. Go where, you still had no idea, but you were ready for it. Anywhere that Crocodile took you could only be wonderful.

It was definitely a date.

As requested, you returned to the casino to find Crocodile outside already waiting for you. For a second you were concerned that you were late, but Crocodile gave a small smile upon seeing you, using his sand to snuff out his cigar which was quickly disposed of.

"You look handsome." He said as you stepped up beside him, and it caught you off guard.

"Oh- thank you sir. You look quite dashing yourself." You replied and he softly laughed, offering his arm for you to take.

"Please, don't call me sir outside of work. Not unless you want me to drastically change our plans, and take you back to my bedroom." Your cheeks warmed quickly and you froze, eyes widening.

"I- yeah. Okay." You quickly nodded, hardly able to speak nevermind reply intelligently.

Crocodile took you to a small café, which was hardly what you'd been expecting, but apparently they did the best coffee in the area. After tasting it, you believed him. He indulged you by paying for everything, and banned talking about work, only allowing the two of you to talk about yourselves.

When you approached the casino again, the sun had begun to set and you'd only left because the café had closed. It had been nothing short of wonderful, but you had questions that you needed to ask before the two of you parted.

"I hope you had a good afternoon with me?" Crocodile asked, allowing you to take your arm back from his.

"I did, it was lovely. But, I have some questions."

"I'll do my best to answer them."

"Mainly.. why? I don't understand why you'd want to take me out like this. I didn't think I was your.. type." You dodged around the fact that what you really meant was you didn't think Crocodile was gay. He seemed the sort to enjoy having a pretty lady on his arm, not.. you.

"Well, you shouldn't assume those sorts of things. I've entertained both men and women in my life," Crocodile said first, and you were embarrassed to know he understood what you'd meant quite clearly, because you had assumed he was right, "and I suppose I should've made my intentions clearer,"

"at first I was away on business, but I extended my stay after Miss All Sunday notified me of your little fan. I admit it was childish, but I've been interested in you for some time now, and I thought I'd lost my chance. When I heard today that his attentions were unwanted, I took it upon myself to take care of the issue, and then I knew I had to ask you on a date myself. I couldn't risk letting you get away again."

You couldn't see anything wrong with that.

His confession made your head spin and your palms sweat. What? Your own feelings that you'd been harbouring for your employer were requited, and had been for a time now.

"I've had a little thing for you for a while as well, actually. I have to admit. I kind of convinced myself I didn't have a chance with you." You replied, and Crocodile tilted your chin so you were looking up at him, also bending down so you were more level, his eyes locked on yours.

"I think you're stunning. I only wish I'd pursued you sooner, you could've been trussed up in the finest fabrics, sleeping in my bed, and far from the scum that decided he had any right to try to touch you." His words made your heart flutter and stomach flip. He really wanted all of that?

"I should've known you'd be a possessive man."

"Oh I am. Incredibly so. If you agree to this with me, there will be no getting away from it. You'll be mine. My boy."

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[namipilled]

Sir crocodile you are so beautiful you ans your transgender surgery scars

[okeutocalma]

Crocodile — Male reader.

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Crocodile segurava o suéter avermelhado entre os dedos, estudando-o com uma mistura de hesitação e resignação. O tecido de lã parecia inocente, mas ele sabia que aquela era uma armadilha calorosa e apertada, pronta para engolir sua dignidade. Ainda assim, ao olhar de relance para [Nome], que o observava com expectativa, não conseguiu ignorar o brilho de orgulho nos olhos do marido. Havia algo de desarmante naquele olhar, uma ternura que sempre o fazia ceder.

— Você fez com carinho, eu sei — murmurou, como se precisasse justificar a si mesmo o que faria em seguida.

[Nome] apenas sorriu, um sorriso suave e amoroso. O maior suspirou e retirou a camisa, revelando a pele marcada pelo tempo e pelas batalhas. O suéter deslizou com facilidade sobre os braços, o que deu a ele uma falsa sensação de sucesso, mas quando chegou à altura do peito, o avanço parou. Ele tentou mais uma vez, com mais força, mas o tecido parecia ter encontrado o limite de sua elasticidade.

— Tsc... — Crocodile bufou, impaciente, enquanto o tecido insistia em não passar.

O dono de fios [claros|escuros] riu baixinho e se aproximou, seus dedos já alcançando o suéter.

— Deixa, amor, você está colocando errado — disse, a voz carregada de uma calma divertida. Ele tocou os ombros do marido, guiando os movimentos com cuidado, tentando acomodar o tecido.

Crocodile cruzou os braços, a expressão entre a irritação e o embaraço.

— Eu não preciso de ajuda pra isso, sabia?

— Não? Porque parece que o suéter discorda — brincou [Nome], sorrindo enquanto puxava o tecido com firmeza, mas delicadeza.

Quando finalmente conseguiram passar o suéter pelo peito largo, ele ficou... apertado. Muito apertado. O tecido marcava cada linha de seus músculos, e Crocodile sentiu o calor subir ao rosto enquanto olhava para [Nome], que agora já não segurava a risada.

— Não diga nada — resmungou, a voz grave soando quase um pedido.

Mas o outro, ainda rindo, passou as mãos pelo peito do marido, arrumando o suéter com um carinho que só aumentava a sensação estranha de vulnerabilidade.

— Fica bem em você. Só... um pouquinho justo.

Crocodile desviou o olhar, resmungando algo inaudível antes de finalmente admitir:

— É meio sem graça, mas... eu tentei.

[Nome] o puxou para mais perto, os braços o envolvendo em um abraço apertado, tão apertado quanto o suéter.

— E é por isso que eu te amo. Mesmo quando reclama, você sempre tenta.

O maior revirou os olhos, mas, por um instante, deixou o peso do mundo ceder, retribuindo o abraço. Afinal, talvez um suéter apertado fosse um preço pequeno a pagar por momentos como aquele. O homem permaneceu em silêncio por um instante, sentindo o peso de [Nome] contra seu peito, o calor do abraço mais aconchegante do que qualquer suéter poderia oferecer. Ele não era um homem de gestos grandes ou palavras doces, mas naquele momento, percebeu que talvez não precisasse ser. O simples fato de permitir-se ser vulnerável — mesmo que fosse para vestir uma peça que parecia mais uma armadura de lã apertada — já dizia muito mais do que ele se atreveria a dizer em voz alta.

[Nome] afastou-se ligeiramente, os olhos ainda brilhando com aquela diversão que Crocodile sempre considerou irritantemente cativante.

— Pronto. Agora só falta uma coisa — disse, enquanto se inclinava para pegar algo na mesa próxima.

O moreno ergueu uma sobrancelha, desconfiado.

— Outra coisa? Achei que já tinha sofrido o suficiente.

[Nome] segurava uma touca combinando com o suéter, o mesmo tom de vermelho, com um pequeno pompom branco no topo. Ele a balançou diante do marido, um sorriso travesso dançando em seus lábios.

— Nem pensar — respondeu Crocodile, imediatamente, o tom grave de quem não estava disposto a negociar.

— Nem pensar, é? — provocou, aproximando-se devagar. — Então você vai usar o suéter sozinho? Não acha que falta um toque final?

— O toque final já é me fazer vestir isso.

— Amor, por favor — insistiu [Nome], quase cantando as palavras. Ele se aproximou o suficiente para que Crocodile não tivesse escolha a não ser encará-lo diretamente.

Havia algo nos olhos do menor — um brilho tão genuíno, tão cheio de alegria, que Crocodile sabia que estava perdido. Ele fechou os olhos e suspirou, resignado.

— Está bem. Mas só por alguns minutos.

[Nome] sorriu como uma criança que acabou de ganhar o maior presente de Natal, e, com cuidado, colocou a touca sobre a cabeça de Crocodile. Ele ajeitou o pompom com carinho, segurando o rosto do marido por um instante para admirar o resultado.

— Perfeito. — A palavra veio cheia de ternura, tão genuína que Crocodile sentiu o calor subir ao rosto outra vez.

— Se você rir, eu tiro.

— Eu não vou rir! — prometeu, embora um sorriso largo já escapasse enquanto ele puxava o marido para o sofá.

Os dois se sentaram lado a lado, e, por um momento, tudo ficou em silêncio. O dono de pele [clara|escura] encostou a cabeça no ombro de Crocodile, seus dedos entrelaçados com os dele.

— Eu sei que você acha tudo isso uma bobagem — disse [Nome], baixinho. — Mas, para mim, significa muito.

Crocodile olhou para ele, os olhos suavizando levemente. Ele não respondeu com palavras. Em vez disso, ajeitou a touca que parecia prestes a cair e apertou a mão de [Nome] com um pouco mais de força.

[sleep-0-deprived]

I need a reader who's the one smitten to the male character(any)🙏

Reader pampers the male chara with love and spends things for him, but the male chara gets tired with the reader pampering him but just keeps on spoiling and pampering him.

Then one day reader visits the male chara's work place to pick up male chara only for his worker to flirt with reader, then male chara sees that and gets jealous then dragged him to his car then fucks reader to teach him a lesson that he should only be the one to be pampered and spoiled by reader.

then of course the male chara takes care of reader (after care) to apologize for being rough on reader <3!

- Btw ily your writings 🫶 ive seen many authors writing masterpieces and u're one of them! <3 (i still enjoy ur writings even if its smut and i appreciate you writing for us fellow male readers!)

His boy~ (jealous male character x pampering bottom reader)

A\N omg! You’re far too sweet to me with your praises! I really hope you enjoy I didn’t know what character to put so I just did a few I could imagine acting like this and you can pick<33

Car sex, rough sex, aftercare, neck biting, hair pulling, marking, bruises [character gets a little caught up in the moment and leave marks], anal sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, handjobs [male reader receiving] <3

It’s no secret you were an affectionate guy, from making your boyfriend his lunches to writing him little love notes for work. Always eager to spend your whole check on him if he even mentions something he likes and you’re always so happy to buy.

Present day here you were happily walking into the front doors of your husbands job, ready to make it to the elevator and bring him his lunch that he insisted you “didn’t” have to make him.

Seeing your husbands co worker waving you wave back “hello Ryan” you speak in an Innocent tone when talking to him as he approaches with a wolfish grin looking you up and down staring from your waist to your hips with his gaze stuck on your ass but of course you didn’t notice you just kept rambling on about random things at one point talking about the weather, well that was until your boyfriend had started noticing you were here and to say he was livid with the way his co worker was staring was an understatement.

“Honey I didn’t know you were here?” Your boyfriend spoke in a soft tone looking over at you and Ryan seeing you holding his lunch as he stares “yep! I was bringing your lunch you must’ve forgot it?” You look over at your boyfriend as he waves to Ryan as he drags you away after all it was about time for him to get off and he was mighty impatient for you.

“I thought I told you to not worry about making my lunch?” He speaks a little worked as he drags you back into the elevator glaring at you silently all internally jealous and pissed about Ryan but not saying anything as he stands next to you “I know but I really wanted to bring you your lunch honey” you try to explain more but you couldn’t the next thing you knew was your arm was gripped tightly by him as he dragged you through his work lobby and out the front door pulling you to his car which was parked in a reserved spot in the dark parking deck “get in now.”

“Are you upset with m—“ before you can say much else you are shoved into the back seat pressing down with your back against the door as you get shut up by your boyfriends mouth on top of yours “lettin him look at you like that on purpose weren’t you baby?..” he grunts out his hand gripping hold of your belt as he grounds his hips to yours with him bitting on your bottom lip all jealous he doesn’t care about much more than stuffing his cock inside you.

“What are you talking about honey?~” his hands move down on your belt undoing it and tugging at the zipper of your jeans trying to get them down as he slips your boxers down fishing your cock out as it lays all soft on your thighs only making you look up at him confused “always were naive weren’t you?” Your boyfriend asks but doesn’t give you time to speak as his hand wraps tightly around the base of your cock as he leans down kissing you making you glad his car has tinted windows.

“Awh~ honeyy~” you whimper out trying to close your thighs and rock your hips into his hand as you moan into the sloppy kisses, your cock oozing pre cum all down your shaft making lubricant for his hand to stroke you with as your cock pulses and gets all stiff under his touch. “Like that’s? Hm?” He huffs out as he starts to stroke you faster being almost painful on your cock as you squirm against the back door tearing up at him as you shriek in pleasure feeling hot knots building up in your stomach.

“Close so close!” You open your eyes hazily trembling as your mouth goes agape, he snarls his lips coming off yours to bury his face into your neck as he starts planing wet kisses over your Adam’s apple holding his thumb to the bulbous tip of your cock pressing down a little to harsh making your eyes all doe like and tearful from the pleasure as the veins in your cock start to become more prominent under your boyfriends touch.

“Better hold it or when I fuck you, I won’t let you cum I’ll put the cock ring in my dash on you baby” your boyfriend speaks out being serous as his passive nature flairs up having you with your pants down in the back of his car as he uses his k nines to drag across your Adam’s apple digging them down into your skin nibbling at it despite his rough demeanor never actually biting hard enough to bring blood only biting to bruise your skin.

“H—Hng~!” You whine out loudly your cock becoming painfully hard in his hand “please! Please lemme cum honey!” You reach your left hand around gripping your boyfriends hair tightly as you hold his face in your leg lifting one thigh up onto his back seat buckling your hips back against the back door of his car as your plump lips part letting drool slip from the corners with your eyes all wide

“need to cum that bad baby?” He coos agaisnt your skin mocking and cruel with venom and lust in his tone as his hand holds the base of your cock a little tighter slipping his thumb off your cock head and onto the veins as he rubs them teasing your cock never giving you enough pressure to cum as his teeth let go of your neck letting the bite marks hit the cool air of his car.

“Yes please! need it so b-a-d” you hic the last part up as your tremble your nose scrunching up lewdly and your eyes closing letting a few tears loose “fine then cum on yourself for me” he hums amused with a grin watching you come all undone in front of him in the back seat of his car as your cock pulses harshly in his hand throbbing under his touch as rope after rope of hot cum shoots from you getting all over the leather seats as it spurts from your angry tip all thin as you do your best to hold open your thighs for him pouting before your boyfriend.

“Want me to fuck you now?” Your boyfriend cranes his head down a little to you as he asks. “Uh—huh” you can only hum out a response as you lay ready and willing to be stuffed trying to catch your breath from your orgasm as you heave laying against the back door of his car slipping your hand out of his hair trying to re adjust yourself.

“I’ve fucked you enough to not need prep, plus I think we both know that greedily little hole don’t care does it?” He murmured out in a grunt undoing his belt pulling at his slacks fucking his cock out of his boxers with it already rock hard ever since he was pulling you out of his job “yeah” you agree with you opening your thighs wider watching your boyfriend between them stroking himself fully hard spitting on his hand then using his other to spread your cheeks apart and spit on your hole making it pucker at the sensation.

“Deep breath for me baby” he growls not giving you enough time for anything as his cock head nudges your hole with him pulling your shirt up to your chest giving him a view of your pecs as his hands don’t their way to your hip using one to grip your thigh at a bruising strength lifting it up on his hip before snapping his hips forward bottoming himself out inside you knocking the air from your lungs making the car rock.

“O~h” mewling out in pain and pleasure as his cock presses against all your sweet spots with your rim stretched wide around his shaft feeling a burning pain as you twitch around him. “Mh always so tight baby” your boyfriend taunts out before he starts snapping his hips back and forth harshly thrusting making the pecs on your chest bounce back and forth the car rocking as you arch your back laying in the back seat with your leg lifted up on his hip and his other hand groping at your love handle diving his nails in harshly promising to leave a bruise.

“Hah~ honey please slow~” you mewl out lewdly pulling at his hair wrapping both thighs around him with your chin on his shoulders his face in your neck sucking at the skin and using his teeth to pinch it as he pounds into you with his hips slapping against your ass making your cheeks red as he presses you into his back seats with the only thing running through his mind was making you “his” using all his pent up anger at his co worked eyes to fuck you “fuck, take it all for me yeah ..”

“Ah- honey please~!” The car rocking back and forth with him on top of you making your cock pulse against yours and his stomach as your boyfriend grips your hips tightly nailing your prostate making your back arch laying beneath him with your hand in his hair feeling his cock pulsing roughly signaling him being close.

“Baby doing so good” he huffs out picking his pace up as the car windows fog up in the back making you cry out in pleasure with your thighs trembling on his hips and your eyes half lidded rolling into the back of your skull. “Mh yes yes oh!~” laying with your skin sweaty and your chest pressed bare against his button up as you lay with your shirt raise making your back stick to the leather of his seats as you get fucked feeling your boyfriends face in your neck biting at it gently nuzzling kissing and sucking at the already bruised skin.

“Close honey!” You mewl screaming out with your cock pulsing twitching between you two as your hole sucks his cock in desperately as it hits your prostate making his hips stutter “o-h fuck” he groans out shuddering with your thighs resting on his hips in the back seat as his tip twitches starting to cum inside you as each hot rope fills up your ass oozing out of you onto his leather seats as you tremble and shudder at the molten sensation triggering a reaction from your body as you start to cum again alll over yourself cumming all over your boyfriends pristine white button up.

“Did so good” your boyfriend pants out against your neck as he lifts his head up looking at you with his eyes half lidded and hazy all high on sex pollen between the two of you in the back seat of his car. “You can pull out now honey~” you whimper out sweetly as you nod feeling him slowly pull out of your ass, your hole all puffy and oozing cum onto his seats trying to clench and clamp around nothing.

“Here baby let me help” he whispers looking down as he reaches up front opening up his dash pulling out a few wipes to clean up his cum, willing down the seats as he gently pulls your cheeks apart cleaning your cum stained body “thank you honey~” you whimper out a thanks as you feel his hand on your stomach wiping off your cum. Your boyfriend’s hand traces down your body and wipes all the excess cum off your cock.

“I’m sorry I was so rough with you baby, I just got so jealous with how Ryan was looking at you..” your boyfriend pleads all sorry as he leans his head down kissing the bruises on your hips gently pulling your shirt back down and pulling his boxers back up trying to fix his slacks and buckle his belt back up. “It’s fine I don’t mind it…” you smile sheepishly laugh all flushed in the back seat pulling your boxers back up and zipping up your jeans searching around grabbing your belt as you slip it through the loops.

You slip into his passenger seat weakly moving as he gets into the drivers seat placing your hand in your thigh “how about we get you home and get you a bubble bath?….ill run it I’ll add the nice bath salts for your bruises?” He whispers a promise to you as he rubs your thigh gently petting it putting the car into drive pulling out of his jobs parking garage as you buckle up watching out the window when he turns onto the main road driving through the city leaving a promise of a night of being pampered by your boyfriend.

—Nanami, Choso, Kyojuro, Shiu, Kunikida, Aizawa, coach Ukai, William spears, Sir Crocodile

[cebwrites]

May I ask for some jealous headcannons for law, croc and zoro with bimbo s/o (hopefully I said that right :) how ppl find them really pretty and give them free things all the time (flowers,books,food) when their shopping together (*´∀｀) 

a/n: haiii, this concept really interested me - it is however stated in my rules that i don't typically write fem reader as mentioned though, i did like the idea so i wrote it through a masc pov instead (。・・)ノ

with a partner who receives a lot of gifts (Law, Crocodile, Zoro)

masc reader, he/they law word count: 1k

Law

Oh such a pity he'd fallen for a man so pretty

They aren't particularly fond of it but if this is the price to pay for having you by his side, so be it, but more importantly - mansplain, manipulate, malewife those pockets dry, darlin'

It was cute at first, to see them subtly pout and bristle whenever someone approached you with flowers, offers for drinks, or hawkers giving you an excess of free samples whenever the two of you passed by their stalls; it made you feel special, desired

However, the moment a lightbulb went off underneath your captain's scheming little mushroom hat, the fun slowly but surely started to dwindle; you knew something was up immediately when Law flashed you that crooked smirk, an expression you were more than familiar with, eyes shaded by the brim of their hat

It goes without saying that Law loves and does want to treat their boyfriend whenever possible, but he's also a bit of a cheapskate and if other people want to fill the role of spoiling you while he gets to sit back on full pockets well then that's just a win-win, even going so far as to encourage you to accept these gifts, too

Of course, when you give them a look and pinch their cheek after a the third or forth occasion, Law lets out a long-suffering sigh and hooks an arm around your waist - staking his claim, if you will - glaring off would-be Casanovas vying for your attention and paying for his boyfriend's meal with his own damn wallet (your turn to pick up the tab next time though, as per usual)

You will, however, still snag free food when possible for the both of you; if luck was on his side, Law would get to share spoonful's of ice cream with you between intimate glances and kisses in your personal bubble - all while he smugly watched those Romeos and their roses wilt as Law claimed you all for his own

Crocodile

Grown, malding ass man

You don't hear much of Crocodile's annoyance outwardly but it's clear in the way he gives you the cold shoulder and attempts to wins your affections back later with presents - gifts to your liking

Pretty much the only thing he can guarantee to provide you with his immense government-backed warlord wealth; but now some schmuck on the street thinks they can do him one better with their petty flowers and chocolates? Preposterous

Crocodile would give you entire libraries, spiral staircase to a comfy lair underground and all, if you just asked - he'd make you work tirelessly for this favor and hold it over your head at most opportunities, sure, but point is you'd still be getting it

The foolish shows of their affections through material goods was one thing, but what made Crocodile's blood singe with anger the most was those sweet-talkers; insipid little assholes trying to steal your love attention away from him with bullshit poems, flirty lines from a cheesy pick-up book that somehow has the gall to make you laugh at times from their charmingly awkward delivery

Pre-Strawhats and his dethroning, Crocodile had more than enough manpower and influence to simply make these people go away, vanished into the night, never to be seen again - you had half a mind of what was going on, noticing a handful of locals disappearing from your usual hangouts, but Mr. 0 was somewhat of a mansplain manipulator sweet-talker himself and surrounded by the luxury that you were, paid little mind to the semantics of these things

Post-timeskip, however, after both of you have had time to acclimate to the rough life on the sea again and shake off the lethargy from living in such comfort things are a little different

Crocodile has, surprisingly, mellowed out a little; ie he simply doesn't have time to be that ass mad about someone attempting to shoot their shot with a gorgeous man with the pursuit of infamy and power once again in his main sights - but the open knowledge that you are his man being out there yet these fools still try to push their luck does roil his stomach at times

Old habits and whatnot, no hard feelings 💕

Zoro

Honestly? He didn't pay much mind to it, not that it'd bother Zoro much if he did, though

People think his partner's hot? Fuck yeah, that just means Zoro scored with a smoke show before anyone else could and he's extremely proud of that fact

Zoro can ignore the stragglers trying to woo you with sweet words and free food is an added bonus because he knows he's free to steal bites off your plate, even though Sanji yells at you two about spoiling your meals

He knows you're fully capable of turning down some wise-guy ballsy enough to think they'd be good enough to be your potential suitor so until it's indicated otherwise, he's perfectly comfortable taking a load off on one of the benches while you leave your shopping bags with him to guard

What does make Mr. Demon of the East Blue a little antsy, though, is how physical some of these folks can get - yes, you're an adult man and a pirate at that, but the way certain people sidle up to you made the hairs on his neck stand on end and, had Zoro been more 'beastly' like his rumors implied, bare his fangs

A woman makes herself a little too comfortable on your arm, a man puts his around your shoulder in that cheesy yawning motion everyone's seen a hundred times, Zoro's immediately to his feet and grouchily saying that you have to leave with him now

It's adorable to see him getting so worked up, the ardent scowl on his face not just your marimo's resting expression and instead an active show of his irritation - you laugh it off later, easing Zoro's embarrassed flush with gentle coos while he reassures himself by running callous hands down the strong muscles of your back

[anystalker707]

i need you [2/2]

Pairing: Crocodile x [gender neutral, afab] Reader Summary: Crocodile makes up for the lost time in more ways than one. Tags: lots of petnames / he's sweet and caring / fingering / a little overstimulation / use of 'pussy' and 'breasts' / transmasc friendly

[AMAB READER VERSION]

i need you | PART 01

requested by anon (they requested male reader, but i made amab and afab versions of the same story)

MASTERLIST

“Dearest,” Crocodile muttered as he rubbed the back of your neck, and you hummed in response, leaning into his touches instinctively. “Anything else you may need?” And it was hard to summon a single thought while he handled you so caringly, wrapping his arm around your middle while fingers pressed to the back of your neck. All in the comfortable setting of his room. Was there any place better than that? You could barely think about anything else in general while melting in Crocodile’s arms, all sleep and comfy… “Love?”

“Mm?” You blinked slowly, feeling his back against your chest as you looked up.

A smile tugged on Crocodile’s lips as he shook his head with a soft sigh, squeezing your shoulder. “Long day for you, I know,” he whispered, pressing a firm, warm kiss to your forehead. “You’ve been so strong while waiting for me to return, haven’t you? Such a sweetheart,” he whispered as he ran his thumb down the back of your neck, which snatched a soft sound from your throat. “Are you happy that I’m back to you?”

“Very,” you whispered, closing your eyes, just basking in his hold for a little. You could just stay like that forever, honestly.

“You’re so beautiful, my love, you know that?” Crocodile kissed your forehead. “Such a pretty little thing. Makes me so proud to have you,” he whispered against your skin, satisfied with how you blushed and pressed closer to him, letting out a soft sound in response.

Crocodile’s tender touches and words were better than anything else in the world, giving you such happiness, such a sense of accomplishment and safety. You wished you could tell him what it felt like, but even if you happened to find the right words, they’d probably die on your tongue. Your chest and your head felt lighter, after all the crying that you’d done, making it even harder to think now, so most of what you could do involved melting in Crocodile's arms, basking in the sweet praises he gave you with all the love, letting you sit between his legs, with your back against his chest.

“I won’t be leaving you so soon again,” Crocodile whispered against your hair as he kissed your head.

Rough fingertips ran along your skin, under your shirt, trailing up your torso, grazing the underside of your breast, and a large palm rubbed up and down your side soothingly. Crocodile pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, eventually trailing up the side of your neck as his hand stilled around your waist and gave it a squeeze. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling his lips linger on a sensitive part of your neck, compelling you to tilt your head to the side with a soft sound coming from you, holding on to his arm.

Despite how soft they were, the kisses Crocodile left on the side of your neck were enough to send the blood rushing down your body, making your pussy throb inside your underwear that easily, probably already getting wet. Had you been missing him that much? Enough to make you that sensitive to his touches? Your cheeks heated up as you shifted a little, trying to balance things between containing himself and not interrupting him.

“Dearest.” Crocodile’s lips grazed your skin as he spoke, and his hand tightened around your waist. It made your skin rise in shivers, and how stupid of you to think that Crocodile wouldn’t have noticed the slightest changes. He knew you so well. How could he not?

Crocodile’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers pressing to your cunt through the layers of clothes, while his lips became more insistent against your neck, and it was impossible to escape him. A soft, dragged moan came from you once you finally melted into Crocodile’s arms, your eyes fluttering shut. His chest was warm against your back, firm and comfortable.

“I think I got more things to make up for, hm?” Crocodile’s words ticked your skin, and you nodded, arching your into his touch. “My poor baby, left alone for so long. How horrible of me.” Despite the teasing that laced Crocodile’s words, you couldn’t help but let out a soft, whimpering sound in response while melting into him. Of course, it was terrible. You’d always craved and needed him when he was away, and he was there making fun of you. Nicely, though. You had a special place in his heart, for a fact.

Another shiver ran down your spine. Crocodile’s hand found its way into your pants, his fingers dipping into your wetness right away before circling your clit—he hummed in satisfaction when your thighs quivered.

“Come on, my darling,” Crocodile whispered as his fingers came up and traced your bottom lip. Resisting was hard, with a fuzzy mind full of need. His index finger pressed to your tongue, giving you a taste of yourself, making saliva start to fill your mouth before his finger moved in and out, soon accompanied by another, muffling your whimpers around his digits. His fingers played with your tongue, letting it glide between them, fingertips tracing the back of your teeth and tugging lightly on the inside of your cheek.

The drool was running down your chin, escaping the corners of your lips, when Crocodile’s hand slipped into your underwear again, and his fingers began tracing your clit again, making you gasp and squirm. “Relax for me, my love,” Crocodile whispered. Something stirred in your lower stomach, and your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation, at the thought of his cock, as much as you tried to relax for him.

A soft whimper escaped your lips once Crocodile’s finger slipped inside you, starting to stretch you out so nicely, the way you’d missed so much, the way only he was able to do.

“How’s that feel, dearest?” Crocodile’s breath fanned against your neck, and you nodded, thighs quivering.

“Feels s’good,” you breathed shakily, feeling a second finger slipping in, and it was so hard keeping yourself from cumming just from the way he fingered you, stretching you out leisurely. His fingers made a squelching sound whenever diving into the wetness of your pussy. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers curled inside you. Your thighs quivered. “Mmm, there,” you gasped, arching your back and bucking your hips when his fingertips brushed against that sensitive spot inside you. “N-No, pl—” A whine of frustration escaped your lips without your control, and you were left with the painful feeling of the pleasure fizzling away when Crocodile’s fingers left you while warm kisses were pressed to the bare part of your shoulder, where your shirt was pulled down.

Crocodile’s grazed your clit, pressing down to it before rubbing circles around the sensitive bud, using the mix of spit and slick on his fingers to stroke your pussy. However, he mostly focused on grazing his fingers along the sensitive spots, seeming to have fun with how you squirmed and ground your hips against his skillful touches.

“Got something better for you,” Crocodile said as he tugged your shirt up, so you tried your best to get yourself back together and help him get your clothes off. The cold air that touched your skin and made your nipples erect was soon replaced by the warmth of Crocodile’s bare torso against your back as his arm was around you again, and his cock stood proudly between your legs, lined along your pussy, flushed and leaking already. “Missed this as well, my love? Because I did,” he whispered.

Warm, tender kisses were left along your shoulder as he hooked a hand under your thigh and brought you up, so you reached down, guiding his cock to your entrance with a soft groan.

“Fuck,” you breathed, feeling the nice, burning feeling of his cock stretching your pussy, eventually followed by the pleasure as your walls adjusted around his cock, and it hit all the right spots inside you. You’d missed it so much. Your eyes rolled back as you felt Crocodile disappear deep inside you.

“Mmph, my sweet thing,” Crocodile groaned into your ear. His arm was still firm around your waist as his hand pressed to your inner thigh, his thumb grazing your crotch, as he guided the movements of your hips. It was slow, at first, experimental, but it felt so good anyway—your nails sank into his arm, leaving behind red marks. “You feel even better than before, my love, so hot for me,” he whispered, nipping on your neck, occasionally groaning against it as you weakly rolled your hips against him, following the guide of his hand. “Show me how much you missed me, dear,” he whispered.

Summoning enough courage and energy was hard, but you eventually took a deep breath and started rocking your hips against his. Moans spilled from your lips each time your hips sank on his, his cock bullying all the right spots inside you, and you doubted if you’d even need much more aside from that to reach your orgasm.

A messy, breathy whimper escaped your lips as you threw your head back against his shoulder, squirming in an attempt to make that overwhelming pleasure last once his cock hit the right angle, pressing against the sweet spot inside you, making your pussy squeeze him all nicely. Crocodile’s patience didn’t mirror yours, and he pushed you down on his cock at once, letting out a pleased groan with the loud whimper that escaped your lips.

Frustration laced your voice as Crocodile paused, but it was only so that he could change the position, now with both of you on your sides, with his hand hooked under your knee to keep you spread open all nicely for him while his cock pounded into you in a steady, firm rhythm. It was way better than your messy riding, sending waves of pleasure up your spine without interruption, and you couldn’t even think about holding your orgasm back.

A loud sound of pleasure escaped your lips as you ached your back against Crocodile’s chest, creaming deliciously around his cock while your mind blanked out. A groan escaped Crocodile’s lips, at the same time his hand grew tighter around your thigh, trying to contain himself as he felt your pussy milking his cock so nicely.

“My sweet thing, came so good around me,” Crocodile whispered into your ear without stopping his thrusts, seeming to enjoy how you looked all fucked out, panting for air, all whiny with the overstimulation threatening to take over. The only thing that escaped your lips were broken words with long moans while you held onto his arm and the bedsheets tightly.

The extended pleasure compelled you to squirm, letting out a pleased sound that resembled a sob, while your thighs quivered and your toes curled. Despite the constant stimulation and dragging pleasure, you couldn’t help but enjoy it, barely able to focus your gaze on anything, the corners of your vision still darker from the orgasm. You’d missed him so much that you wondered if you’d ever get enough of him at some point, with your pussy still clamping down around him as if you depended on it. The kisses along your neck and shoulder sent tingles down your spine, and you were grounded to reality by the same touches that made your mind all fuzzy.

Finally, you felt the familiar warmth of Crocodile’s cum filling you, snatching a broken gasp from your lips. He grunted in pleasure against your neck, squeezing you tighter for a moment before he finally exhaled heavily, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before finally letting your leg down, letting his kisses trail to your breasts. The firm touches were replaced by tender ones, caressing up and down your side, soothing you down, until your chest wasn’t heaving so abruptly anymore in the attempts to catch your breath.

“Are you okay, my love?” Crocodile whispered, his nose pressing to your cheek, and you nodded lightly, turning your head until your nose brushed against his.

“Yeah,” you mumbled in a faint whisper, observing Crocodile through half-lidded eyes before cupping his face, bringing his face closer so that you could kiss over the scar that crossed his face tenderly, letting your lips linger against the rough skin. “‘Missed you so much.”

“I’m here, darling,” Crocodile whispered, caressing your waist.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[silkendandelion]

Say My Name (This Time I Will Answer)

A One Piece fanfiction (completed, one-shot), Gift Fic for Mirage In The Desert reaching 2,500 hits on ao3!!

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Sir Crocodile x OC (male) Words: 7.6k Genre: Smut, fluff, romance, angst, bottom Crocodile

Rated: Explicit for sexual content, no external warnings apply

In Mirage In The Desert, Crocodile fantasized about a world where he and River met under different circumstances, one conducive to a love they could nurture. So I wrote it. In a world where he never lost his hand, and remained both a swordsman and a pirate captain, he hires a man off a random dock on some unknown island, one who proclaims he’s on pilgrimage from a Paradise island, and is looking for work. Can be read as x reader because River is not described nearly as in depth as the original fic. It can also be read alone from MITD, but might not be appreciated the same way.

Thank you for all of your continued support, and please enjoy 💙 it was so fun to work with Croc and River again, and this one is a personal favorite. Sweet, romantic, soft Crocodile, moonlit swimming, and lots of sauce 💝 have fun you guys

~*~

For all of Crocodile’s love of gold, and the flash of truth in the eyes of his opponents as the arc of his blade reaches it’s apogee, the sea was his first. His greatest paramour, a punishing lover that shouts and thrashes as much as she laves his skin with warm foam, cleansed of lesser men’s blood and graced by a crown of coral while she whispers:

My king.

So he procured a ship. To be close to her, to see a better, wider world than the one he knew, one overflowing with gold and power. He fled his home country on a stolen carrack worthy of his ambition, and filled her with a crew that was appropriately dangerous, loyal enough, who called her La Forza Dorato.

Today, years later and under such a bright sun, he wanted to be nowhere else.

“Captain!” A young crew member called to him, where he stood on the pier. He had already forgotten this one’s name. “Your list is exhausted, Sir. We sail on your command.”

“Immediately.” With only his word, they bustled to begin loosing the sails, and he remained on the dock long enough to light his cigar. His left thumb flicked open the solid gold lighter with a bright ping, while his right shielded it from the passing wind.

Thwip, thwip. But it only sparked. He clicked his teeth, about to bark out an order for one of the crew to hop down and buy lighter oil before they departed, until a man spoke up beside him.

“Need a light?”

An elegant hand with a calloused forefinger offered him a flame, attached to a man younger than himself but certainly not a boy by the creases along his eyes. Strikingly violet eyes among tan skin and dark, expressive brows that matched the mane of thick, black hair draped down his back, pulled neatly into a leather hair cord. Crocodile’s gaze flickered from the silver lighter to the twin swords on his hip, both the same shade of moonlight.

“Thank you,” he replied, polite but curt, and head bowed to accept.

“Is this your ship?” The stranger turned to his boat, wandering nearly onto the ramp until the crew gathered to block him, ready to defend.

“Oh—have I overstepped?” He chuckled nervously—handsomely, Crocodile hesitated to admit—and he nodded to his pirates to relax.

“Only fools wander onto a pirate ship of their own free will. Or stupidity.”

“I assure you, it’s foolishness, really,” the stranger explained. “I’m on pilgrimage from a Paradise island. If you have work for me, I promise to work hard.”

The crew grumbled in a ripple of protests, unimpressed by his fine-tailored clothes and sturdy boots, worthy of an adventure, sure, but only barely broken in. On that, Crocodile agreed, hesitant to entertain any self-proclaimed mercenary who, despite the hand-me-down rucksack slung over his shoulder, smelled of expensive perfume when the wind picked up his long hair.

“Are those swords just for show? Or do you claim to be a professional?” He pulled back his cape with his left hand to show the rapier on his own hip, a golden blade with a spiral hilt, too heavy to be a dress sword and proportionate to his tall, wide body.

“Why don’t you find out? Or are you just the captain?”

Crocodile had killed mouthier fools for less lip, but the mirth in those eyes, dancing among purple firelight and hinting of mischief, made him want to find out. He took a long drag off his cigar to keep from smiling, though it nearly turned into a scowl when the stranger spotted his decision—and had the audacity to grin at him.

Careful, beautiful stranger. Looking at men like that tends to make promises I doubt you could keep.

“You will refer to me as such.”

“Yes, captain,” replied the stranger with a deep, flourishing bow. “River Joel Faustina, at your service.”

“Shall I call you River?”

“Please,” he replied, beaming like his new captain had committed some incredible deed by merely offering him employment. Conditional upon his performance, of which pretty smiles held exactly zero weight. Crocodile rolled his eyes as he gestured for them to board, at the same time his crew were already scattering to enact his anticipated command.

“Let’s go!”

~*~

Crocodile ruled his ship the way he governed his heart: loyalty must be earned, obedience is non-negotiable, and failure often proved to be a fatal mistake. As to why the fool was still alive, even he didn’t know.

Perhaps he found his perseverance endearing, determined to haul sails and throw freight with the brawniest of his crew no matter how it reddened his fingers, his fine clothes beginning to fray with the strain of manual labor. Perhaps it was because Crocodile often forgot himself, unabashedly studying his newest sailor piling all of his hair to the top of his head between orders, and clicking his teeth that he was never wise enough to begin with his hair up. Surely, the ditsy stranger had to know how the loose pieces stuck to his neck in sweat-soaked petals, how the pieces curling around his chin in the humidity were capable to cause insanity.

He suspected a long plot, one where the stranger knew exactly the picture he painted when he stood by the railing to wring his shirt dry, the long line of his back tempting Crocodile to press fingerprints into his skin, until he was love drunk and bewitched, too warm and drowsy to prevent the robbery of more than just his jewels. That in mind, he respected the stranger’s dedication to his scheme, putting in long hours day after day, from his calculated “good morning, captain” at first light, to sending him dark eyes across the fire of the evening, and further flaunting himself across his captain’s restless dreams.

“I don’t like him,” Crocodile declared to no one.

For as long as he’s sailed, Crocodile always ate last, preferring to eat alone, and only after he deemed the day well and truly finished, the sun long gone. Despite his singular statement, containing it’s own beginning and end, the crewmate who poured his ale felt the need to reply. For tonight, on this subject, he would allow it.

“No one does. But, he does as he’s told. So how much can any of us complain?” They shrugged.

“He can’t be trusted.”

“I wonder where he goes every night, when he sneaks out of his bunk like none of us have ears.”

The clatter of Crocodile’s fork to his plate caused the startled crewmate to flinch. A coat of sweat began to dot their pallid skin, as they watched him slowly replace his fork to the napkin. “When would I have learned of these nightly occurrences, if I had not spoken?”

“I-immediately, captain, as—” They swallowed around their tight throat. “The moment I knew what it was the brat was uh—up to.”

”We’ll never know then.”

Crocodile’s rings caught the candlelight in a deadly flash, the promise of a permanent end to their business as he wrenched the crewmate up by his shirt.

“WAIT! You can’t—DON’T—”

A door opening elsewhere startled them both to silence, the cabin perfectly still while they both listened to it close, and the joining patter of feet on the deck. He tossed the man away, suddenly uncaring to enforce his own rules, to the grateful pounding of the frightened crewman’s heart.

“Get out,” he said simply, eyes and ears still trained to the almost imperceptible noise of footsteps.

The man scrambled to leave him alone, dashing off to go through the door they had heard open, while Crocodile ventured the opposite way to the deck. Empty, he believed at first, awash with moonlight and the white noise of the endless sea, enough to rock the ship but not to wake the crew in their beds. Against the railing, he spotted him, the sneak, his face turned to the damp wind, and… standing there?

He waited long breaths for him to reveal a snail phone, communicate to his handler he was getting close to his target, or mark notes in a pocket journal about his plot to fell the rising pirate before he became too powerful—but he only stood there. Basking in the moon, catching spray on his cheeks and gazing out at the sea like he was in love with her too.

Perhaps there was no plot after all, and his newest sailor was simply a fool. Nothing more. For now, there in the dark, damp and awed, he knew only one truth: that he found him beautiful.

~*~

Did he know his captain watched him walk the deck every night? Wondering what he scribbled about in his journal, a salt-stained book with it’s leather worn soft? Does he know he captivates me?

“It’s poetry,” he answered when questioned one morning at breakfast. The pirates at his elbows leaned to see the pages better, and the stranger had little mind to cover up or pretend to be embarrassed.

“What’s a man like you doing out on these seas?” Another one asked.

“I’ve come to see the world,” was his simple reply. “Find a new home, maybe find love.”

From the doorway of the galley, Crocodile blew smoke from his mouth, an olfactory announcement of his presence. The stranger was the only one to raise his head and meet his guarded, golden stare. “You’re a fool for that too.”

He rumbled some warning to the crew about other ship’s in the area, determined to appear indifferent to the stranger’s show of vulnerability, like he hadn’t fled to the sea for the same.

~*~

That night, as Crocodile sat beside the window in his quarters, smoking and thumbing a book without absorbing the pages, he wondered why the fool was late. 18 minutes, according to the golden watch in his pocket.

Tch, he clicked around his cigar, and was about to pour himself a drink when he heard the crew quarter’s door opening.

“A night for star gazing, eh?” He said quietly to no one, seeing the stranger come to the deck without a book or his pen. The night was perfect for such, their ship drifting aimlessly on a glass sea, the air warm and sky clear. His thoughts drifted back to the dark liquor on his desk. Would tonight be the time he went to him with two glasses and a hope fluttering around his insides? He seized the crystal glasses before he lost his nerve, grabbed the neck of the bottle, but—

The sight of endless skin outside the window froze him where he stood.

Once-fine linen pooled around bare feet, and the stranger stepped from their puddle to approach the railing, the night bathing the entirety of his skin a dark, deep blue.

“What is he—wait! Fool!” Crocodile ran from his quarters too late to catch him, just in time to watch him dive over the railing and down into the warm water. Bubbles preceded his resurfacing, among a gasp of delight and a handsome, shamelessly giddy smile.

“What are you doing?” Crocodile scolded down at him, quietly lest the crew wake and his voyeurism be revealed completely. “Are you insane?”

“Oh! Hello, captain,” the stranger replied, wading happily like he wasn’t being glared at by his highest superior. “Would you like to join me?”

“Get back up here—that’s an order. Storms can roll in at a moment’s notice.”

“Sky’s clear, captain. It’s only you and me,” he said, paddling onto his back to show him the planes of his body, chest barely breaking the surface and modesty only partially maintained by the black, shadowed water.

“Do you have any idea the kinds of animals that live in these deep waters?”

Dark eyes find his, and the mesmerized sway of his mind suddenly feels too much like falling over the railing. “I’ll protect you, captain.”

Absurd. Impudent. Brat. Crocodile cursed him repeatedly as he yanked at his clothes. But, with every article he tossed to the deck, his annoyance dimmed, soothed by the promise of warm seawater and a welcoming soul. He dove over the railing, the water parting for his large body in a burst of bubbles that tickled along his skin with the melodious laughter above him. Coming up for air promised the sight of the tempter up close, dotted on every inch of his skin with droplets of diamond—but he found he was gone.

“… Where—,” he gasped, startled at the brush of skin against his legs, and a dark shape darting beneath the rippled surface. What could easily be an expert swimmer or fish revealed itself as a man some meters away when the stranger reappeared. Beneath his wet lashes, he found his own yearning reflected back at him, alongside the same glimmer he saw at the docks all those weeks ago. The one that promised to either transform or drown him.

“If you catch me, you can kiss me,” promised the stranger.

They dove beneath the waves, and Crocodile soon realized he chased a native of the sea, as fast as any animal, breaking the moon beams that shone down through the water with the strong arc of his body to remain just out of his reach. He tumbled over the net of his hands with ease, exciting bubbles around them with his need to tease, to tighten his nimble limbs around the struggling thump of Crocodile’s vulnerable heart.

But Crocodile was also born to the sea, a predator of his own environment, and asking him to give chase was a simple request, as effortless as the yield of the stranger—this siren’s body when he folds into the hands that ensnare him. First, by the gentle grasp around his ankle, then sliding up the length of his legs to hold him in the wrap of his arms. With his delicate organs separated from the predator’s wide palms by only smooth skin dotted with moles, he offered Crocodile the air in his lungs, the warmth of his blood rising to his face as they finally catch their breath.

“Caught you.”

Under the compounding heat of his gaze, the water felt suddenly cool. Their limbs remained intertwined as he realized the only reason he held this creature of the sea—a man with a name, he reminded himself—in his hands, able to feel the thump of his pulse and the puff of his breath across both their lips was because he swam into his net of his own free will. Were he to deem his captain unworthy to touch him, he would have swam to the bottom and drowned him.

Yet here he floated, soft and beguiling, like he might dissolve into foam if Crocodile didn’t kiss him right this moment.

The slam of a door on deck flinched them apart, and Crocodile covered him with his body, despite them both bare, able to be seen completely if only the ripples calmed. Incoherent, sleepy grumbling floated down, among the sound of a zipper.

“How rude. Hey—” River called when a big hand clamped over his mouth, barely heard over the sound of liquid over another part of the railing they couldn’t see. Crocodile kicked them towards the netting along the side of the ship, quiet enough the sailor must have believed them to be fish, and left them alone to wander back to the cabin.

Among the silence, Crocodile realized with devastating clarity, lips still tingling where they had nearly touched, that he could not bring himself to continue.

Nevermind the moment being shattered by a weak bladder, their focus had been elsewhere long enough for Crocodile’s doubt to creep back into his edges. Cold, sour doubt, the worry about his worthiness of love, and wondering if River could smell his weakness. Wondering if he would still want him if he knew the fragility of his heart. Unbecoming, he believed, of a dangerous, cruel, and ruthlessly resourceful pirate. To remain apart was to protect his most vital asset: himself.

“… You should be in bed,” he said quietly.

“But—”

“That’s an order. River.” He couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, not when he might see the breaking of his own heart reflected back at him.

“Yes, captain.”

River climbed the net first, crestfallen, and Crocodile could not even bring himself to admire the back of him as he shed water and fumbled back into his clothes. He took no delight in going back to his quarters, clothes in hand, to lie down alone. Damp hands scrubbed down his face, reaching for a cigar to soothe the sting of his self-inflicted isolation. A punishment? For what, the imagined sins inflicted upon him by people he had already killed?

No, he thought as he flicked open the lighter. For my own weakness. That I replaced the chains of the dead with my own shackles. He does not deserve their weight, and neither do I.

Smoke wafted to the ceiling in lazy plumes, filling his lungs with the blanket of a hard decision.

The next time I hold him, he will have to decide: be mine, or find a new captain.

~*~

“No breakfast today, captain?” A crewmate asked when they were called to fetch his neglected tray and an empty carafe.

“How long until we reach the next island?” Crocodile asked instead.

“Day after tomorrow, captain. Our supplies will hold, despite how much that flimsy swordsman eats.”

He spun his cigar over the ash tray, tired, unseeing eyes scanning the correspondence and notes sprawled across his desk. “Perhaps… he will not be with us much longer.”

“Anything else, captain?”

“That will be all.”

Once his door clicked closed, the silence all but clawed at his nerves. He placed a record on his gramophone, finding comfort in the little band inside the tin speaker, and the weight of his rapier in his left hand. A few practice strokes, precise, gentlemanly, sharp in every way he was also. Were he to lose his hand, his ability to fight, he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t kill him, or worse perhaps, leave him alive.

He wondered if River could love a version of him without his sword, a man who would surely crawl from bloody ashes refusing to die, one who no longer cared to smother his rage. After all, even whole he was still that man. To love someone, to be theirs and keep them, was to love both who they are and who they could become.

A knock at his cabin door tells him the sun had set while he was in his head, the entire day lost to his sword strokes and spinning thoughts. The turning of the knob without his permission tells him exactly who stands on the other side, and River slips between the door and the frame to encroach on his habitat with little care for how he might be received. It clicks shut behind him, at the same time Crocodile’s scolding dies on his tongue.

He stands in night clothes Crocodile had never seen on him, a long linen shirt fluttering around his calves, his body bared as if he were nude by the glowing orange of the lamp light behind him, while his hair and limbs drip seawater onto the floor in gentle patters. The cloth soaks through where it touches his skin, framing goosebumps and tight nipples that perked up on the walk from warm water to the cool, dry cabin.

“Are you going to send me away? Captain?” His quiet voice startled Crocodile from his ogling.

“Why?” He manages with a dry mouth after a moment, and River opens his mouth to reply but he was not finished. “Why do you torment me? What do you want?”

“How do you not know? Can’t you see me?”

The slam of Crocodile’s palms on the short bureau behind River startles them both, caging him between corded arms that strain his dress shirt. He dips, poised to rumble the penultimate question against the warm skin of his neck where his pulse flutters against his lips. Between his legs, Crocodile’s knee keeps him spread, vulnerable, at the mercy of his crazed musings, and squirming as the furniture digs into the give where his rear meets his thighs.

But his question goes unasked. So he decides, as he stands close enough to see his own burning want reflected back in blown pupils, feel the impatient quiver of him against his body, that whatever his answer might be, he needed this night first. One night to begin a lifetime of bliss, or a special, singular night to carry him through.

“River.”

“Yes, captain?” His pink tongue flicks out to wet his dry, bitten lips.

“No. None of that,” he growls in the space between them before surging forward to lock their mouths together, tongues sliding as he grips the back of his thighs to hoist him onto the bureau. Both of them grab and yank at the bottom of River’s shift, hoisting it up to pool in the bend of his thighs so he can cage Crocodile’s waist between his thighs the way he himself is trapped between the hard planes of his body and the wall.

“Captain, we—”

A jeweled hand grabs his jaw, thumb digging into the joint, and keeps them impossibly close to let every letter of his order vibrate in his blushing throat. “Say my name.”

The blushes rises to flood his cheeks, a challenge if Crocodile had ever seen one, to turn his entire body pink to match. “But you said when we first met—I mean, someone will hear us.”

“They would not come through that door even if they believed you were being murdered. Don’t tell me you are shy?” River’s answer comes as an unabashed moan, Crocodile’s reward for sucking hot kisses into the junction of his neck and shoulder while wide, greedy hands knead and pull at the flesh of his hips to drag their erections together through their clothes.

“The man who came to my quarters in nothing but a shift has no right to be shy.”

He hauls him into his arms but does not move to the bed, instead setting him down on the table where his dinner had lain only hours before. The sigh of anticipation that stutters from River’s chest urges him to continue talking, to keep working his body with his voice. All burgeoning promise and smoke, the one that has him leaking into the crumpled mess of his shift with thoughts of Crocodile using those big hands to yank him back into his stroke on every single piece of furniture in the room.

“With the ease you stripped yourself bare to jump into the sea, I do not believe the moon can see any more of you than it already has.” Crocodile’s words were punctuated by shoving his shift up to his chest with one hand, bearing all of him to his hungry gaze as his other hand pulled open the buttons on his shirt. He yanked his belt open to give himself some modicum of relief, sighing hot when thinner hands slipped themselves into his trousers to stroke the clothed outline of his cock. Relief indeed—but tonight, he had no patience for mischief.

”What if someone had seen you?” He reached passed him for the oil (the same bottle he had used to maintain his rapier earlier in the night), and the scent of cloves drifted up from where he hastily slicked his hand. Long, thick fingers briefly massaged the skin behind River’s sack, down over nearly the entire cleft of him until he pressed one inside.

“Or did you want to be seen?”

To the pounding of his heart in his ears, and the rhythmic flex of River’s hands on his shift as he obediently keeps it lifted out of the way, he bullies in a second finger. For all his intent to stay still and let his lover adjust, be tended to, River’s hips squirmed in restless circles, tempting Crocodile to be mean to him with the little moans that puff from his kiss-bitten lips. But, for them to collide in a wave that swallows them both, he needed to hear from those lips he was wanted, even if the answer came ripped from River’s throat in the wail of his ecstasy.

“Answer me.” His fingers continued to drag over sensitive walls, pulling out just to shove back in again, again, pressing to his spot on every entry with an insistent curl. “Did you want to be seen? Eh? Would just anyone do?”

“N-no, I never—they wouldn’t,” he stammered out, his breath stolen by the lightning bolts of pleasure beneath his navel that lit up his entire body. A plea laid across his tongue, ready to be sprung but Crocodile’s fingertips refused to let him breathe enough to confess, like they were intent to keep him drunk and babbling until he could no longer recall excuses.

“O-only you. Only you, Captain, wanted y-you to see me. See me, fuck me—” A loud moan chopped off his words, loud enough to wake someone if not for Crocodile smothering his lips with a wet kiss, sucking on his tongue as he swallowed the cry caused by a third, thick finger. He consumed his sounds with a greed he hadn’t realized he could have for anything but gold, possessed to wring River’s body of every heaving breath and take them selfishly into his own lungs—

Until he had everything he could give.

River’s body rattled, toes curled hard enough to hurt as he wrenched his lips back on a ragged gasp, hips bucking into Crocodile’s soaked palm until he broke on the choked, shameless cry of his captain’s name. He moaned his crest to the ceiling, legs beginning to shake when those fingers refused to stop pistoning inside him. Crocodile almost regretted being so aggressive, but seeing those violet eyes shine with tears, lips equally glossy with drool as he called his name for the entire sea to hear—he wanted to reward him with blinding, wracking pleasure until he could recall no other words.

In the sudden quiet, he reached to soothe him, brushing his palms down his sides and hauling him into his arms to bring him down slow. For a long moment, there was only the sound of slowing breaths, their matched heartbeats pounding against the other’s ribs, until River’s eyes finally peeled open at the beckon of his voice.

“Did I break you?”

His answer came as a surge of energy in a desperate kiss, arms flung around his neck and a mournful sound pressed between his lips. Even through the tears, his eyes shone wetter than before, prompting Crocodile to wonder if he had made a terrible mistake.

“You made me come. Didn’t you—don’t you want me? To be inside me?”

The tight squeeze of his hands on River’s quivering waist dries those tears awfully quick.

“What kind of men have you allowed to touch you, that you would think one is enough?”

He isn’t prepared to watch storm clouds roll into his eyes at his question, elegant hands suddenly gripping into his shirt to shove him back from between his legs. For a shorter man, he carried a strength Crocodile had yet to witness in action, now aimed at himself as he wrestled them down onto the bed to perch above his hips in a tall line that spoke of some kind of pride.

In his miles of moonlit skin he saw it: the threat to be drowned by a man he didn’t fully understand. Yet, it only made Crocodile want more, grabbing for a life preserver in the strong thighs draped over him, and watching River toss his shift somewhere into the dark.

“I’m tired of your questions. Your assumptions to know me, what I’ve done with my body.” Above him, his gaze, the weight of his brow sat open and startingly sober. Among the storm, he found another emotion, the precursor to love, so close to honesty, and yet Crocodile could not identify it as devotion because he had never seen it before aimed at him.

“From the day I came aboard this ship, I never pretended to want anyone else, never hid my intentions. I only ever screamed them if you would bother to look.” He swallowed around his resolve. “You don’t believe me, that I want you? I will show you.”

For all of Crocodile’s hard-nosed affection, his growled demands and confident fingers, the immovable line of him lies willingly supine under the smaller man, long legs parting for him to crawl off his hips and down between his knees.

He looks perfect this way, they think about the other, meaning the way River pulls his endless, black hair to the top of his head with the leather from his wrist, and Crocodile’s wide chest beginning to rise and fall faster, the muscles in his strong jaw clenching and releasing with anticipation River can see plain in the heavy, tight line of his cock against his hip.

The shock of a hot mouth against his tip makes him hiss, soothed by wet kisses along every inch of him that is revealed by River’s hands slowly peeling down his trousers. Momentarily, River ponders undressing him completely so they match, but finds he enjoys too much the sight of Crocodile half undone, shirt bearing his solid torso and lower-half exposed only down to the tops of his thighs. Perfectly disheveled, begging to be consumed, bared perfectly for the moon to see all of him too. Hard evidence it was River’s hands that destroyed him, who cared to reform him.

A telling bead of precum, worked up by River’s ardent staring, tempts him to taste, swipe the tang of him away and lead him between his soft, inviting lips. Crocodile’s answer is a long moan squeezed up from his chest by the squeeze of the throat around him, and betrays exactly how much he’s enjoying himself. His stoic face is unused to being scrunched in bliss by a feverish mouth taking him down to the root with just a few, determined swallows. River takes a moment to hold him there, nose pressed against the dark, neat hair on his pubic bone, for what Crocodile believes to be a breath-stealing, head-spinning eternity—until it’s gone too soon.

He thinks he might lose his temper when that mouth pulls off completely to speak to him.

“You are so much more than I imagined. Oh,” River panted into his skin. Red, slick lips mouth up to his flushed tip to suckle and demand for more precum until it rips a haggard groan from his chest, and Crocodile gives a flushed, pissy scowl, one that demands he stop fucking around.

It hardly frightens the man between his legs, not when Crocodile’s hair has fallen from his meticulous style in damp strands over his cheeks to match the shine of sweat on his forehead. Between his knees, the heat of him nearly steams where River breathes over his sack to roll them around on his tongue too.

Crocodile wants to complain about the crawl they’ve fallen into, demand he pick up the pace, but before he can arrange thoughts on his tongue he’s rewarded by those lips slipping back over him. They fall into an easy rhythm, one that slides hot and tormentingly slow over the entire length of him with every complete bob of River’s head.

A soft, yielding “fuck” flutters out above him, anxious thighs brushing his ears, and River takes the moment to admire the crimson flush creeping into the valleys of Crocodile’s chest, the bob of his swallow around an unguarded groan. Big, sword-calloused hands cradling the curve of his skull are their own reward, as are the little, muffled moans he lets vibrate along the cock in his throat, tempting those hands to squeeze into the roots of his hair.

Crocodile puffs out a quiet chuckle, needing it to be mean but the lack of air in his lungs is a powerful enemy. “Look at you. So haughty and spitting a moment ago. How quickly you’ve become docile for me,” he says, deep in his chest as his jeweled thumb smears a drop of drool away from River’s lip, across his cheek.

Is that how it appears, captain?

River’s eyes flick open, dark as the depths of the ocean that housed creatures more dangerous than either of them, and promising to ruin him on his own pride. They steal the rest of his breath, trading air for lightning in his veins, all while never ceasing the steady rhythm of his head. One of River’s hands, the one that had contented itself to rub over the firm planes of Crocodile’s abs while he pleasured him—suddenly slipped away.

But, Crocodile hardly had the mind to count limbs, not when a tongue prods the hole in his tip, massaging his foreskin and coaxing his eyes to close, assuring him he was the one in control. A pretty thought, pretty as the man who knows the truth, the one collecting his own precum to nudge behind his balls, lower, lower still, and massage over Crocodile’s hole.

His eyes fly open, face suddenly as red as his chest, shooting up to his elbows like River can’t feel him getting even harder against his tongue. “You little—brat—”

“Push me away, then.” That mouth, that smirking mouth lay open to let his cock slap on his glossy tongue. “I’m a swordsman too, certainly no waif, but you and I both know I didn’t lay you down on this bed against your will. If I’ve overstepped—stop me. Tell me to stop, Crocodile, if those rippling muscles have suddenly failed you.”

The pleased chuckle he breathes over the tip of his cock coincides with Crocodile’s surrendering sigh, and the impossibly long line of him falls back to the pillows with the dizzying slide of River’s finger inside him.

“Add another, hurry up—”

“Ah,” he tuts at him. “I will treat you with the care you showed me. Even if you didn’t wait very long at all,” River chuckled again, and Crocodile’s teeth clicking in annoyance turns a huff of pleasure when he gets his request.

He wants to be infuriated at the impudent swordsman for pushing him down and taking liberties with his body, but he can’t feel anything beyond the eager, searing heat that keeps swallowing his semblance of thoughts through his cock, and the expert, clever fingers massaging his inner walls so thoroughly.

River holds back a teasing comment about “who’s docile now” as he opens his eyes to admire him through the tears pooling on his lashes. For all River’s calm voice spoke of control, he knows neither of them can deny their body’s reaction, from his wet cheeks at his throat being filled dutifully over and over, to his hard cock between his legs that throbs as Crocodile writhes on his fingers, long legs restless against the sheets as his sturdy body shakes and cock swells in his throat. Such the cycle continues.

Below him, Crocodile melts on the simmering heat filling his body, threatening to burst from his cock and yet it doesn’t, can’t, as it’s held back by the distracting hand leaving fingerprints on his insides, all over his swelling prostate. He’s in a loop of pleasure, riding higher to a place he hasn’t seen in so long, so out of his reach from atop his throne. And yet here he was, moaning, gasping for air on the sticky, devoted affection of the man who came to his quarters and presented himself first.

The barrage on his senses retreats suddenly, and Crocodile nearly begs for the high, wounded sound he made to remain their secret. Luckily, River looks to have no intention to tease him as he wipes his lips clean with his arm, using his slippery hand to stroke over his own cock. By the glow of the oil lamp, Crocodile can see all four of his fingers shining, but recalls no pain when they had entered him. And they must have, if the openness of his hole is to be believed, felt by a quick touch of his own fingers.

“Why did you stop?” He rasps into the humid air between them.

River answers by leaning over him, hair mostly fallen from it’s quick style, pupils blown as they keep him pinned to the pillows, all while his greedy hands knead at Crocodile’s strong thighs. “Do you believe I want you now?”

Crocodile means to fire back some quick-witted, biting retort, until his thighs are hoisted up, baring his hole and held aloft by deceptively strong arms.

“I’m sorry you haven’t come yet… Would you believe that I want you if I had let you come in my mouth, showed your seed to you on my tongue before I swallowed it?”

“You are…” Crocodile growled out, golden eyes equally blown as his hands grabbed at the sheets. “A cruel, impudent little thing.”

The calloused hands on his thighs flex. “Cruelty recognizes itself, Crocodile, and I think you need better proof of my intentions.”

“I believe you.”

His ragged gasp as he breathed in, so unlike the Crocodile that strangled control from every aspect of his life down to his pleasure, desperate and—if River was anymore bold—vulnerable, had them both snapping to each other's gaze. For a moment, only the sound of the ocean outside filled the warm room.

“I believe that you want me, and I want you. Beautiful River, handsome poet, I want you, so—” Any more words were swallowed by the moan in his chest as River surged forward, bracing his hands beside his ribs and pressing his cock inside in one firm thrust.

River’s hips meeting his stretched rim comes with Crocodile’s big hands on his body, one in his hopelessly lost hair bun, the other on his lower back to feel his muscles clench and twist. “Come on, you wanted to show me proof. Or is this pretty face the extent of you? Your pretty cock—”

He’s interrupted by the throw of his hips, an honest moan worked up from both of them when River grabs at the mattress for leverage to work Crocodile’s body harder than his fingers could ever hope.

“I am more than this pretty face,” he pants over him, one hand leaving the bed to grip his thigh and spread him wide to bury himself even deeper. “More than the swords at your disposal. I will ruin your body, your soul.”

Crocodile’s head, also hopelessly mused from it’s style, presses to the pillow with the force of his hard, steady strokes. Quiet, panting moans leave his lips in rising succession. He touches River’s bicep where one of his arms keeps him braced, fingertips scratching him gently in a way that might have been reserved for admiration if not for the drop of drool that escaped his clenched teeth. Breathing is so hard suddenly, when he can easily look down to see the poet’s pretty cock disappear inside him, his own lying neglected and useless in a puddle of it’s own pre against his stomach.

He can’t help but be impatient, especially after being denied his orgasm down River’s throat, and reaches down to stroke himself off. His breath rises again, shorter, more labored as River shifts his knees to match his attention to Crocodile’s prostate with his wrist’s efficient, choppy rolls.

“That’s it, come on. Come for me,” River coaxes him, voice rising, whining and urgent like he was the one approaching orgasm and it flings Crocodile over the edge with a punch to his diaphragm that comes out as a deep, cracked groan. His vision blurs for long moments, white and crackling at the edges, until he comes back to himself to realize the rhythmic thumping against his flank has not ceased. River’s still at it, dragging him out of the dredges of over-sensitivity and back on the road to another, stronger orgasm.

Perhaps he will drown him anyway.

“I’m sorry it look so long for you to come, but I—,” River swallows around his dry mouth, “I will make you come again, I promise.”

“You stupid poet, you beautiful—” His words hold no bite as they wheeze from his wet lips, choking on air when River threads his elbows behind his knees to spread him wider, impossibly so as he leans over him to capture his lips.

He feels himself blush to be pressed completely open, River’s soft thighs rubbing against the skin of his hips to fuck him slower, deeper than he had before, the length of his cock dragging against Crocodile’s most sensitive places for the entirety of his stroke. It made kissing nearly impossible, not when the overworked neurons in his brain are firing off at a rapid pace and his body has begun to melt into the sheets.

“Kiss me, please, I need you,” River whimpered against his tongue, like he didn’t have him folded in half, moaning on his cock and golden eyes dripping tears down his temples and into his hair. Crocodile seized him to bring them chest to chest, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripped on his rear to press the shape of his rings into his heated skin. Dizziness crept into his vision, he knew he was flying too high, only able to wrestle a few words from his vocabulary beyond the fluttering in his chest and the boiling just beneath his skin.

“Mine, all mine. Always,” he panted, his glassy eyes causing River to wonder if he meant him or his cock. The lightning in his belly begged it was the former.

“Yes, yours. No one else’s. Only you, captain, it’s always been you,” He moaned out, nearly a sob as Crocodile’s head flopped uselessly to the pillow. In the fog of his cooked consciousness, he still felt River’s forehead press to his temple, mouth hot near his ear, begging his words to be heard clear and coherent among the humid air between them.

“I’m yours, Crocodile, only yours for as long as I live.” The rhythm of his thrusts wavered as Crocodile’s mouth dropped open, dumbfounded to feel him swell even harder inside him, right against his sweet spot. “Command me, fuck me, use me as you wish.”

The storm rising beneath his ribs burst suddenly, flooding his body to the tips of his fingers and toes, his internal muscles squeezing unbidden, and they both call each other’s name over the ocean rushing in their ears. To Crocodile, it felt so different from the orgasm he had impatiently wrung from himself earlier, hand stripping his cock while he allowed River to sweeten the deal with his dutiful stroke. But this, this, River was in control of his pleasure, fucking it deep from within the most molten parts of his core and pushing him impossibly higher with every hungry, obedient thrust.

The sweet, keening moan above him is a treat, along with the last pleas of stuttering hips pumping him deep with a liquid heat that sweeps his insides to the corners of his soul. An apology, he thinks, for the ache in his hips as River finally lets his legs fall to the side.

He contemplates scolding him, picking the pieces of his pride off the floor to remind the other man he did not have permission to come inside him, until a muted thump to the mattress captures his attention first. Beside him, River lies bathed in moonlight, wearing his sated flush like a silk chemise, and decidedly too endearing to shout at. He sighed at length, supposing he earned it, after coaxing him to come twice on his cock and hard enough the second time to hit his own face with his seed.

But who would he be if he didn’t complain a little?

“Ugh. You come into my room, make a mess of me and my bed. I don’t suppose you intend to clean up after yourself, do you?”

“Shall I use my tongue? It will only take a moment.” River jumped up to lean over him, beginning to suckle the semen off his abdomen with a happy hum, to Crocodile’s flustered outrage.

“Outrageous, mischievous—hrn.” A strangled sound fell from his tired lips when the tongue moved to lap at his hole, interrupted by Crocodile’s firm hand in the roots of his hair. He dragged him back up for a kiss, tasting himself in their shared sigh, and a fond calm settled over them as they parted with a wet sound, not unlike the waves after a storm.

Crocodile anchored his stare by the firm grip on the back of his neck. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Every word.” River answered without hesitation, and let their foreheads gently thump together. “Do with me as you wish. Forever.”

“Promises like that, to a man like me, are liable to breed hatred eventually. You will come to resent me.”

“No, I won’t. Not this time.”

He wants to ask him what he means, why his gaze is so calm, as if he’s come home from a long journey. Maybe he’ll ask him one day. But not now, when their skin is so warm where their sides brush, and the ocean outside is quiet.

[normansnt]

Crocodile x male reader

the reader is a preformer here who sings in crocodiles casino and is dating him...sooo yeah I just thought some context would be nice

Also...

FEMALES DENY I WILL NOT TOLERATE FETISHIZING GAY RELATIONSHIPS⚠️

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"Pleaseee...." you said while sitting on crocodile's office desk and looking at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

"Y/N... I already told you, no" said crocodile whit a sigh.

"Oh come on its fun and you know how much I love it" you tried to argue and make him do as you asked.

"Darling you know I love you, but my answer is still: No" he just wasn't bending.

"Pleaseeee babyyyy"

"No"

"Please, please, pleaseeeee"

"No" he said more firmly this time, trying to end the conversation.

"Ok how about this" this was your last shot "lets make a deal, we do it once, now, because I have to leave soon, and I wear that outfit you love while preforming tonight and..." the last part was kind of graphic so you whispered it in his ear.

His eyes widened slightly and a smirk stretched on his face.

Crocodile sighed. "Fine...but just this once"

You practically beamed with excitement.

"Omg,omg... ok,ok you ready?" You smiled biting your bottom lips

"Do it before I change my mind" he warned slightly.

"All right here it goes... In a while Crocodile" you said while walking out.

"*huge sigh* See you later aligator" he finished with a very bored tone. You started to laugh whole heartedly and blew him a kiss.

"Thank you, love you byeeeee" and with that you left.

"That man is going to be the death of me" chuckled the pirate to himself quietly. Yep he is definitely going to marry you.

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ALRIGHT

I know I have not been active but school has started soooooooo yeah

Also I know this is short but I had to write it I love this bit the in a while crocodile and catch you taler aligator😭😭

To be fair I know this is a very obvious this to write for Crocodile bit weirdly enough I have not seen it done yet🤨

If someone already wrote this Im really sorry I didn't mean to steal ideas or anything its just a short little scenario anyway.

ANYWHO

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies gentleman and other, good afternoon good evening and good night🦖🧡