#the cross guild

[short-honey-badger]

Miss Twilight

You are a lower member of Baroque Works, but you are damn good at what you do, always bringing your boss even more than what he asks for when he sends you out on missions. You don't know it, but you've caught Crocodile's attention. It's just too bad he got himself arrested before he could express his interest in you. Now, he's on a mission to find you and get you back to his side.

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Crocodile doesn’t have many regrets in his life, but not making it known how much he wanted you before his untimely arrest was one of them. You’d been a lower ranking member of Baroque Works, but you’d proved yourself useful time and time again to him. Your ability to remain unassuming and gather information was invaluable, and after some time, Crocodile had begun to notice more about you. The confident way you carry yourself, that amused gleam you got in your eye when you found something humorous. Your presence had become an addiction, and Crocodile had found himself calling you to his office just to have you near.

But he hasn’t seen nor heard about your whereabouts since he broke out of Impel Down and created the Cross Guild. He had hoped that you would make your way back to his side after the news of his escape reached you, but it’s been months now, and still nothing.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Crocodile lifts his gaze from the paper he is reading to see Mihawk leaning in the doorway of his office, a glass of wine in one hand, and the other propped up on his hip. Those golden eyes are staring at him, the hawk’s head cocked to one side.

“Nothing is wrong with me,” He grumbles and tosses the paper on his desk. Mihawk scoffs and saunters further into the office, plopping down in the chair opposite the other man and crossing his feet at the ankles.

“Even the Clown can tell that there is something going on with you,” he drawls and takes a slow sip of his wine, staring at Crocodile over the rim of his glass. The older man has been more snappishly lately, quicker to anger, and the guild has suffered for it. At least three men have been dehydrated to the point of death just this week.

Crocodile sneers and swaps his cigar to the opposite side of his mouth, “An old employee of mine. I thought she would show up by now.”

He doesn’t like admitting to the other man. It felt like showing Mihawk a weakness, but it wasn’t like the swordsman would be turning on him anytime soon. They had struck up a respectful partnership, but Crocodile would kill over before he admitted he thought of Mihawk as a tentative friend.

“An old flame, then?” Mihawk asks, and cocks a brow, “I would have thought you to be above such trivial matters.”

Crocodile huffs and turns to stare out the window, looking out over Buggy Town and the tent city that grew larger every day, “No. I never had the chance to express my interest in her before strawhat ruined all my hard work.”

You’d been lucky that he had sent you out for another mission before the Strawhats had gotten to Alabasta, saving you from being taken to Impel Down with his other operatives after the navy showed up. He’d tried the number to your personal snail transponder, but the line had been dead, leading him to believe that you’d destroyed it after he’d been taken in. You’d been a constant on his mind since, leaving Crocodile wondering when he would be able to see you again.

“Why not put the word out that you’re looking for her?” Mihawk asks. He is curious to know what kind of woman you were to catch his co-leader’s attention. Crocodile had always put business before pleasure, and the older man was all about business.

“And let everyone on the Grand Line know that I’m looking for her? I’m not that desperate,” He grouches and stands from his chair, loping over to the window so that he doesn’t have to look at the other man. He doesn’t want to admit that he has already thought about putting some feelers out to see where you’ve disappeared off to, but he knew that you were the type to stay hidden if you wanted to stay that way. It was why you’d been so good at information gathering.

Maybe you’d joined someone else without him there to pay you, or maybe you were still biding your time before you came back to him. Or you'd finally been caught and were locked up in a cell somewhere. Crocodile didn’t know, and that frustrated him. He didn’t like not knowing where you were, not when you belonged at his side.

“Then stop acting like a teenager and stop killing our men if you’re not going to do anything about it. It brings down moral, you know,” Mihawk quips and watches Crocodile shrug one shoulder. He purses his lips, rolls his eyes, and stands. It wasn’t like he would be getting anywhere else with the other man, not now, at least. Mihawk drains the last of his wine and saunters to the door, “What was her name?”

He can’t help but ask, too curious about the woman who’d gained the older man’s attention.

Crocodile rolls his cigar around his mouth, annoyed with himself over the fact that he didn’t know your name, only the alias that you’d chosen when he’d brought you on.

“She went by Miss Twilight.”

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Hundreds of miles away, you sneeze loudly, but no one hears you from where you've been tucked away in the dark cell. You frown down at your hands, cursing yourself for being so careless as to get caught sneaking aboard. You knew you were better than this, but in your excitement to get back to Crocodile after hearing about the Cross Guild, you forgot yourself, and now look where you were. Locked up in the belly of a navy ship. How the hell were you supposed to get out of this one?

[dexlexia]

how to deal with 3 warlords (while pregnant) - cross guild x reader

pairing: dracule mihawk x buggy the clown x reader x crocdile rating: 18+ summary: Three warlords, three of the most vicious men in all of the world. And somehow, someway they are at your beck and call. What started out as an arrangement with Sir Crocodile turned into a liaison with Mihawk and somewhere along the way you ended up in bed with the clown. tags: long fic (over 5k), polyam!cross guild, smut, pwp, table sex, couch sex, lingerie, slight possessive behaviour, good ol' time, fingering, outdoor sex, clothed sex, cowgirl position.

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Three warlords, three of the most vicious men in all of the world. And somehow,someway they are at your beck and call. What started out as an arrangement with Sir Crocodile turned into a liaison with Mihawk and somewhere along the way you ended up in bed with the clown. 

Now you were living quite well in a large manor on some island in the southeast. You spent most of your days reading, you had even taken up a little gardening. Anything you wanted the Cross Guild got for you. Not many people were living like you on the Grand Line. 

Then it happened. You ended up pregnant by one of the idiots. One of the three men was the father of your child. You expected to be on the next boat off the island, but none of the men were willing to send you off. They wanted to make sure their little lady was taken care of. While they bicker over who the father was, they each made sure you were taken care of. 

  ”Can't you hurt now.“ Crocodile told you as he brushed his fingers through your hair, ”If it isn't my brat this time, it will be next time.“ And he almost smiled around the cigar in his mouth.

So that was how you became the lovely wife to three of the most dangerous men on the high seas. And sometimes you wished their boat would sink. 

At six months pregnant it wasn't easy to get around, you spent most days rubbing the sore spot in your back and hobbling around the manor. Most of the time the men kept to themselves and allowed you freedom to roam around the place. 

There was something about the manor you quite enjoyed, even if the men barely got along they still cared deeply for you. You had the pleasure of being called more beautiful than any treasure. But it was Buggy who told you that and then he promptly passed out from too much liquor. So the compliment only went so far. 

It was a home, even with three fearsome men, you still were happy. You thought of it as a way to keep the men in check. You were like the glue that held them together or prevented them from killing one another. It wasn't easy work but it was your work. 

-

You rubbed your achy lower back and huffed, ”You better come out easy, or we're going to have a problem.“ You then poked your swollen middle. Your current wardrobe was clothing that belonged to the men. You hadn't had much time to find cuter clothes so you often were dressed like a mob boss or a gothic swordsman or a fucking clown. But none of them men minded, to be fair they'd preferred if you were naked. You however refused to give them the satisfaction.

You weren't a toy to be ogled at, and if any of them treated you like an object they'd be out on the yard before they could finish their sentence. You refused to raise a child to believe that a woman would be under a man. Even if their father was a warlord you'd teach them compassion and kindness in an unforgiving world. 

It was the least you could do. So even with the aches and pains you were happy to carry such a precious gift. You gave your belly and soft pat, ”I'm not mad at you“ You said, ”I just want everything to go smoothly, I'm excited to meet you. And the boys will love you too. They might be a bit much but you'll always have a home.“ 

  ”Talking to the baby again, I see.“ You heard.

  ”Crocodile.“ You responded as you looked up from your swollen middle. Hand on your lower back once more, ”I thought you were busy, Mihawk told me that.“  

You'd say out of the three of them, Crocodile was the most ”attentive“, there was a charm to him that you couldn't deny. You understood why he was able to charm his way through Alabasta. But anything you needed he got for you without question. He often enjoyed your pregnant state, the idea that he bred you so well left him excited. Such a good girl carrying his spawn, and if it happened that the baby belonged to the swordsman or the clown, he'd make sure that next time he finished the job. 

  ”I'm never too busy for you. Where are you going anyway?“ He asked,“If you need something, I will get it fo you.” He approached you and leaned down to caress your bump, “You will need for nothing. You should be resting.“

  ”I have to move sometimes, Crocodile. Even with the pains in my lower back.“ You huffed as you rubbed the sore spot, ”Can't be bed bound forever.“ 

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, ”If you wanted a back rub you should've come to my office. Mihawk is too rough with you and the clown is an idiot. So why don't we get what you need and head to the bedroom.“ He leaned further down and kissed you on the lips.

You cupped his face and looked at him, ”If you can get me the ice pop from the freezer in the kitchen I'll happily accept your offer.“ And gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

He chuckled, ”You always know how to get your way.“ Then took you by the hand, ”Why don't get go before the clown takes all of them.“ Then he started to slowly walk to the kitchen on the lower level.

The warlord had a soft spot for you, he was enamoured by you. You were so small compared to him yet you held your own. The kind of woman who would bear his young. 

Soon you were seated at the massive dinner table happily enjoying the blue ice pop that was in the freezer with your back turned to Crocodile. His hand was on your back slowly massaging the aches and pains on your lower back. You could tell he was getting aroused by the closeness to you. You smiled to yourself as he rubbed at your back. 

  ”How's the child doing?” He asked as the hooked hand reached around you and carefully rubbed your bump, “Is he behaving?”

You chuckled, “We don't know the gender of the baby.” And took another bite of the cold treat, “You better not be disappointed if they're a girl."

He chuckled and pressed at a sore spot on your back, ”I could never, not with you.“ Then pulled away, "You're still a marvellous sight, even this far in. You're a beauty to behold, little one.“ Then leaned in to get a good feeling on the tenseness of your lower back, ”You're a good girl, right?“

You turned your head to look at him, ”You're not just being nice for sex are you?“ You reached over and stroked his face, ”Right?“

He moved back a little, “No, of course, I'd only have sex with you, with you permission.” He swallowed. Only the warlord would get nervous around you.

You chuckled and patted him on the cheek, “Why don't you finish this up for me.” You placed the ice pop in his mouth and moved off the chair. You hiked up the shirt that looked like a dress as you hoisted yourself onto the lavish dining table with a huff. It's hard to be sexy when you're so pregnant. 

  “Oh?” He said, “And here I thought you wanted a massage. But if there's something you desire, I'm happy to provide.” He smirked at you as he got up from the other chair.  He stood in front of you and admired you, such a beautiful woman in his eyes. 

Crocodile was such a fearsome man but here he was in front of you, with a glint in his eye as he watched you unbutton the shirt you wore and soon revealed your almost naked form. He had noticed that your breasts had gotten a bit bigger during the time you were pregnant so far, and that only made the man smirk. 

  “Let's get you out of those." He remarked as he helped you out of your underwear, you held onto his broad shoulders as he slipped them off of you. He placed your bum back down on the table and carefully spread your legs. His hook grazed at the soft flesh of your inner thigh and he carefully licked his hip lip.

  ”Don't stare at me like I'm meat, Crocodile.“ You remarked as you held onto the front of his shirt, all three of the men admired you but you had to warn them sometimes not to view you like a slab of meat for sale. They were yours as much as you were theirs, there would be a level of respect you demanded. 

You didn't think it was too much to ask considering you were carrying one of their children, you weren't a broodmare goddamnit! 

He reached over and patted you on the head, his face got closer to yours as he smiled at you, ”Don't you worry, baby. I would never. You're less like meat and more like the finest gold in all of the blue.“ His broad hand reached to your cheek and rubbed it, ”The others should be lucky I even let you in the same room as them.“ Then kissed you on the forehead. He carefully held your legs open for him, he exhaled deeply as he admired your sweet sex, ”Now let's get the show on the road before the others find us.“ Then with a little help from you, he slid his cock into you. 

Taking him was like a punch in the gut sometimes, even when he was being slow. He was just so BIG. It was hard to take him all at once. But he took his time, he didn't want to leave you too sore. His hand was on your waist as he started to thrust into you. The hook on his other hand held onto the side of the table for support. He leaned down and kissed at your neck, ”That's it.“ He said almost breathless against your neck, ”There we go. Such a good girl.“ 

The table made small noises as it was pushed ever so slightly across the carpeted floor. But you didn't pay much mind to it, you were too concerned with the feeling of euphoria that came over you. It was a great feeling, even with the minor stretch you were in good hands with the warlord. 

  ”Crocodile.“ You said softly, ”Fuck.“ 

He chuckled, his warm skin was pressed up against you, ”I know, you like when we have sex. I wouldn't have it with anyone else, those other idiots should be lucky that they get to have a taste of you.“ His voice was low, there was a possessive edge to it that sent a shiver up your spine. While the agreement worked you knew that Crocodile would rather have you all to yourself.

The sex was quiet and secretive. Hot breathing and soft moans filled the air of the lavish dining room. Crocodile's larger body stayed around you as he thrusted up into you. But even the warlord couldn't keep his composure for long.

  ”I want you to finish at the same time as me, baby.“ He said hotly into your ear, ”I want to feel you get very tight around me when you finish. Can you do that for me?“ His breathing was rapid and his shirt was sticking to his muscular back as he thrusted up into you. 

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment as you felt the wave of pleasure over your body, ”I can do that.“ You panted. Your body jolted with the thrusts, your pregnant belly and heavy breasts moved with each thrust of his hips. 

He pulled you into a deep kiss, he even explored your mouth with his tongue while the intense feeling of climax took hold. It wasn't long before you were clinging onto him for dear life, you belly pressed against him. Then with one last thrust of his cock, you moaned into his mouth and climaxed at the same time as him. You let out a sharp squeak before a primal groan as you felt the wash of pleasure through your system. It made you go lightheaded. 

Soon Crocodile pulled away and patted you on the cheek. He looked over at the half melted popsicle beside you. Between his breaths he said, “Let me get you another one.” then leaned in for one last kiss. The thrill of pleasure still coursed through his body. He cleared his throat and asked, “Blue, right?”

You giggled, your head still a haze and replied, “Or we could go again?” And spread your legs a little further. And what kind of husband would Crocodile be if he didn't give in to his wife's request?

-

It had been about a week since your encounter with Crocodile. And while you were achy for days later, it wouldn't be the last time you'd have sex. Mihawk had just come back from a trip abroad and while he brought nothing for the other men, he was more than happy to show you what he got you. 

You were now almost seven months and the baby in you was feeling a lot more active, which made you out of breath a lot of the time. But you were determined to see what the swordsman got you. One of the gifts was a lovely dress made for someone as far along as you and while it was a little tight around the belly, you were happy Mihawk even thought of you. 

But there was still more he wanted to show you. The other men were out of the manor, so you went looking for Mihawk. You were occupied all morning with prepping for dinner, between the three warlords not a single one of them knew how to properly cook. They were as clueless in the kitchen as they were competent in combat. So it was just easier for you to cook, there was less of a chance that a fire would break out. 

 “Mihawk!” You called out as you climbed the long staircase upstairs. You peeked into the rooms until you found the man in his study. You let yourself in.

  “You know you can't just- oh, I didn't hear you, my love.” He got up from his chair at the desk, “You shouldn't be putting so much strain on yourself. Come.” He guided you to the old style leather couch at the other end of the room, “You should be resting.” 

  “Well I heard that someone bought me presents while away, and I want my presents.” You smiled at him as you tried to get comfortable on the chair, “Can you blame me?”

 “I'm sorry, I should've found you sooner.” he replied, “Let me get them for you.“ He quickly left the room only to swiftly return with delicately wrapped gifts in hand. He put them on the table in front of you then sat beside you. He watched you with careful eyes as you grabbed the first one. His lips were close to your ear as he said, “Open it.”

It was a floral patterned wrapping paper and underneath was a black box with a white ribbon tied around it, there was a note attached to it that read, ”Forever yours, Mihawk.“ You turned to look at him and he softly kissed you. You then went back to opening the box. It wasn't long until you discovered the contents of the gift. Inside in a bed of tissue paper was burgundy lingerie. 

You turned to look at Mihawk who had his eyes on you. You said to him, ”You shouldn't have.“

He tilted his head to the side, ”What I paid for is nothing compared to how much you're worth. It should fit you.“ His hand played with your hair gently, ”Will you try it on for me?“ And smiled when you slowly stood up, he even carefully supported you while you moved. 

You responded, “Of course.”  With gentle hands you pulled the bra and matching panties out. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw how little fabric there was. You guessed he was right, it would fit if there was nothing to put on. You felt his eyes on you as he got up and started to undress you.

His hands found your swollen middle and he sighed contently, “You've been taking care of him while I've been gone. Good girl.” 

You turned around to him and started to take the dress off, “You men are so possessive. I'm your wife, not a broodmare.” You reminded him.

He leaned in for a kiss and before he did it, he replied, “Of course, I could never remember you as anything but my wife. I am just glad that the others weren't too rough with you. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you.” 

  “Nothing will ever happen to me, I have the best protection on the planet.” You said as you stepped out of your dress. Soon your undergarments came off and he slowly put the pieces on you. 

You noticed right away that in the crotch area, there was an opening. You looked at him with a bit and shock and he got even closer to you. His bare chest was pushed against you and his hand dipped down between your legs. 

  “It's your gift. But under my conditions.” He remarked before he pushed two fingers inside of you. His skillful digits massaged the inside of your pussy and felt just right that you went on your tippy toes and clutched onto him. 

Your nipples grew hard from the sensation and them being practically exposed. Your cheeks grew warm and he went in for another kiss. You held onto him tightly as the pleasure raced through you. This felt amazing. 

Mihawk's favourite position was when he had you so close to his bigger form and fingered you. He prioritised your pleasure first, he wanted to see every expression you made when he pleasured you. He wanted to see and hear how good it was for you. And he was one to never disappoint. Those sharp gold eyes trained on you as he brought you into his lap with your legs open and facing the door. He kissed your neck while you panted and moaned. 

His other hand wandered your bump, “I want it to be mine, I want you to bear me a child who'll truly be the greatest. I have high hopes that it'll be mine.” Then left a deep bruise on your neck.

Your moans often got stuck in your throat from the immense pleasure that Mihawk was giving you. You hooked your hands under your knees to give him a better angle, with your back pressed against his chest.

The thrusts of his fingers were powerful and left your head spinning. This was euphoric. Soon his hand was on your breast and he skilfully fondled it as he continued to finger you at a punishing pace.

Your moans rung clear in the office while he pleasures you on the couch. At least your wetness can easily be cleaned off the leather. Your eyes rolled back as you gripped your thighs in a heightened pleasure.

  “So good for me.” He praised, “A beautiful woman I am able to give pleasure to, it's an honour.” He knew your heart was racing, he could probably feel it. He continued to kiss at your neck as his pace quickened even more. 

Your toes curled in the intense feeling and you moaned loudly as you rolled your hips in time with his movement which caused your breasts and belly to bounce. The knowledge of that made Mihawk's cock twitch in his pants. You really were a remarkable woman. 

He pinched at your nipple and your moans got louder. You pussy clenched around his fingers and he groaned into your flushed skin, ”So perfect.“ he thumb gazed at your clit and you practically jumped but you didn't get too far. He pulled you back in and you got louder as he pleasured you further.

You felt a grip around you as hot pleasure raced through your body. Your core felt on fire from the sensation. And Mihawk thought it was divine.  You looked angelic, especially when he hit just the right spot and you climaxed. 

He groaned into your skin as you tightened around his fingers. You tensed for a moment before you relaxed against him and tried to catch your breath. Yor head was spinning but you felt safe in Mihawk's arms. 

  ”How was that?“ He asked, ”You looked divine when I was pleasuring you. Do you want more?“

You exhaled deeply and slowly got up. You stood in front of him, ”Well.“ You said, ”Let's see how resilient this lace is?“ Then slowly he brought you back to the couch with the full intention of seeing what 'damage' he could do before the other men came home. 

-

Buggy was home the most, while the other two had matters to attend to off the island, Buggy was well Buggy. He was a fearsome clown but you spent the most time with him. You enjoyed his company, even when it was something as simple as watching over you while you gardened. 

It was the middle of summer and everyone was in their own little corner of the house. You were out in the garden behind the manor waddling around with a watering can in hand. You were tending to the roses portion of the garden before you moved on to the strawberries nearby. 

You didn't mind the alone time, it gave you time to think. You tried not to get too anxious about how your life is going to change once the baby is born. It felt so far away yet so close. Before the first autumn leaves you were going to be a mother! And at times it left you rather anxious. 

You shook off the thoughts while you poured the water over the roses. You heard the back door open and close. You turned to look over and saw Buggy. And when your eyes met, he broke out into a grin. 

  ”Well there you are, my peanut!“ Then made strides to get closer to you. You quickly noticed in his hand was your large sun hat. He approached and placed it on your head, ”I don't think now is the best time to get a sunburn. You know Crocodile will kill you.“ Then leaned in for a kiss. 

While the other two were mysterious, Buggy seemed normal in comparison. Well, for a clown pirate anyway. He had a very sweet spot for you and while you hadn't seen much of his feared nature, you enjoyed your time with him. He was an open book to you.

  ”You know one of us can do that, like you don't have to keep coming out here. Especially alone, what if you slip on some mud or like... A bird drops a rock on your head!" 

You laughed, ”Buggy, I think I have bigger things to worry about than a bird."

He shrugged before he took the watering can from you, “I'd hate to see anything happen to ya, so let's go. It's time for  a break!” Then placed it down before he guided you away from the garden and towards the shade under the largest tree on the property. 

He helped you down onto the grass and he went in for another kiss. He moaned against your lips as gloved hands cupped your face. It was almost romantic if not for the heat between your kisses. Your heart jumped.

  “You shouldn't be out here all alone, angel. What if someone hurt you? What if someone took you from me?“ He stared down at you.

You smiled back at him and reached out for him. You placed a hand on his cheek and assured him, ”No one would ever dare.“ Then went in for another kiss.You felt excitement race though you as he laid down in the grass with you on top of him. 

  ”Good, because you're mine, peanut. Just like that kid in your belly.“ He grinned at you and nodded. Soon with the help of his powers one of his hands reached down, detached from his body and lifted up your dress. He slipped his hand under and found the less than stylish maternity underwear you wore. 

  ”What do you think you're doing, clown?“ You asked, as you held his face, ”Did you come to check on me so you could fuck me?“ 

He laughed, ”Of course not, having sex with you is just a bonus!“ Then with another hand, pull down the underwear to the middle of your thigh, ”C'mon, then afterwards I'll even help ya water the garden. Seeing you all domestic has really turned me on.” Then he grabbed your ass. 

You moaned and he pulled you in for a searing kiss. He continued to gab at your ass as the kiss deepened. He pulled you dress up further to expose your bare ass to the afternoon air. 

  “You drive me crazy.“ He remarked before he created a bit of room between you two to get his cock out of his pants, ”So why don't you be a good girl and get me off.“ He beamed at you. 

You squeezed his nose between your thumb and pointer finger, ”And what do we say with that, Buggy?“

He frowned suddenly, ”Please. Please angel, sugar, honey, peanut, please, please!“ His cock was out of his pants and pressed into your swollen middle, ”I'd love to see that belly bounce while ya ride me.“  Then he attached both hands to his wrists and held onto your waist. ”I want you.“

You chuckled and held onto the bottom of your dress so a bit of your belly was exposed as you eated yourself onto him. You held his hand for support as you slowly seated yourself onto him. You exhaled deeply, “Yeah.“

  ”Doing alright there, peanut?“ He asked as he rubbed your hip with his free hand, ”That's it, good girl.“

You moaned as you started to roll your hips.  You held onto his hand and the bottom of your dress while you rolled your hips. You felt his cock nudge against the most sensitive spots. For a clown he was a good fuck.

Your eyes closed and your mouth slightly opened as you moved faster.  Buggy groaned and soon both hands were on your hips as he tried to meet your pace. “Shit.” You moaned as you felt pleasure spread through your body like warm butter on hot toast. Your cheeks were flushed as you continued to move your body. 

The two of you went at it, you kept the pace steady. It was getting quicker but the depths that he pushed against made you see stars behind your eyelids. Your heart raced as you moved against him. The feeling of overwhelming moments. Sex with Buggy left you breathless as it did with the other men. You were glad that your pussy could take a beating. The thought made you smirk for a second before you felt his thumb rub up against your clit. 

You jolted up but he used his other hand to keep you back down on his cock. He chuckled, “You're not getting away that easily, angel. I know I make you feel good, that's why the brat in ya is mine. His hand moved to your belly to feel around it while he played with your clit.

You felt moans bubble up in your throat as you rode him. You picked up the pace as the swirl of pleasure moved in the pit of your stomach. Your breathing was rapid as your belly moved with your movements. A sight the clown would never get out of his mind. His girl pregnant with his brat riding him on a sunny afternoon, he couldn't luck out more than this!

Soon the pleasure became an overwhelming feeling for both of you. He handed onto your belly with both hands as he pushed up deeper into you. Your coe felt soaked from the stimulation of his cock as you thrust your hips. Soon your hands were over his on your bump as you moved as fast as your pregnant body would allow.

Buggy's eyes rolled back as he gripped onto your belly, your dress fell back down over the bump as you two met each other's pace. Pleasure coursed through you and you tilted your head back in an attempt to catch your breath as you moved. 

You felt your dress cling to your sweaty back as the two of you made love under the sun. The feeling was euphoric. You reached down and grabbed him by the font of his shirt as you felt on the very tip of orgasm.

The moa got caught in your throat as you climaxed. You tightened around him and he soo finished off too inside of you. He painted your inside white as he let out a loud groan and went limp on the ground. 

You slid off of him, cum stained your inner thigh. You wiped the sweat from your forehead and said, ”C'mon now, Buggy. You have to help me water strawberries.“ But his hands, that were detached from his wrists, pulled your dress up once more.

Soon he was on top of you, squishing your belly as he said between ragged breaths, ”Not until I make you scream, peanut.“ With a wild grin on his face. 

[luckyloops]

My contribution to the cross guild fandom

[wesleysniperking]

I used to be so indifferent toward Buggy, and thought he was a joke.

I feel so f*cking hypocritical.

But he’s actually a really nuanced individual with an interesting character design.

I really like his fans, and how much they defend him. Seriously. His fans are awesome. Tenacity and steel. That bulldog spirit.

[jimmybuggin]

Idk Cross Guild kissing their true loves

[wellfine]

Au fucking revoir Mister Prince

[littlewanibites]

Dog Park

[nnobodoodles]

Huh.

So I randomly remembered Croc is pretty much Italian.

[crow-person]

2 of them want buggy dead the other wants to honk his stoopid red nose <3

[huyandere]

cross guild chats

[short-honey-badger]

Miss Twilight Finale

Crocodile learns Miss Twilight's name

*the smut happensssss! Cunnilingus, blow jobs, and sex, oh my!" Also, this one definitely got away from me, -4.3 words!- but I really hope you guys enjoy the finale to this mini series! Thank you to everyone who has liked and reblogged! ❤️❤️❤️*

Part 1 -> HERE Part 2 -> HERE Part 3 -> HERE Part 4 -> HERE

Your injuries are slowly healing, but despite them, it doesn’t stop you or Crocodile from seeking the other out, lips meeting in desperate kisses, hands tangled in hair and his hook hung in your clothes. Buggy had been unfortunate enough to interrupt the two of you the other day, barging into Crocodile’s office with a complaint on his lips only to see you perched in the logia’s lap, one hand tangled in nape length hair while the other rested lightly around Crocodile’s throat. 

Buggy had skidded to a stop, eyes going wide and mouth falling open at the sight. Crocodile had snarled like his namesake, but Mihawk had been right behind the clown and had saved the blue haired man’s life by dragging the idiot out of the office before you could even move from your lover's lap. 

You’d cackled at the look on Buggy’s face, more amused than anything before your lover had pulled you back in for a kiss and made you forget about the entire interaction. Later, Buggy had found you and fiercely apologized, begging you not to have Crocodile find him and beat him later. You’d snickered and assured the clown that you wouldn’t, but he definitely owed you a favor now. 

Now, a week and a few days after you'd finally arrived, your face was fully healed, and it didn't hurt near as much to breathe now. Your ribs still felt a little tender every now and then, but that wasn't about to stop you. Not tonight. 

You stalked down the halls, dressed in the clothes that Crocodile had picked out for you this morning. He'd barged into your room and had started shifting through your closet before you could even get out of the bed. You'd risen like a zombie and stared at him with blurry eyes, a soft smile on your face, reaching for the former warlord after he'd finished and drawing him in for a sweet kiss. 

Crocodile had fallen into the bed with you, covering your form with his thick chest and bracketing you in under him. You’d wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until you could feel the comfort of his weight pressing you into the soft mattress. It still felt surreal to be able to have your boss, former boss?, like this, but no one would find you complaining about it. 

After one of your nightly discussions with Crocodile, it had been decided that you would retire from being under his employ for the most part. Of course you would still go out on missions that would require your brand of skills, but that would be few and far in between. Your life had become something easy and lazy, and you couldn’t help but be glad for it. 

You shake yourself from your thoughts, and smile at Mihawk when you see him loping down the hall, dressed down and an empty glass of wine hanging from between his fingers. The swordsman had quickly grown on you with his dry humor and love of history. You’d found that you could talk to the former warlord for hours about the books that the two of you had read. 

Mihawk inclines his head and slows to a stop, his tone a soft tease, “Going to see your lover?” 

You huff and smirk, “Of course.” 

You then deflate a little, your voice colored by concern, “How is he?” 

The past couple of days have been difficult for the Cross Guild leader. One of his side projects that brought in a sizable amount of berri had been accosted by the navy, leaving Crocodile in a foul mood more often than not over the last few days. You’d offered to investigate, but he had declined and demanded that you stay out of it for now, so you did your best to bring to the devil fruit user some peace of mind with your presence alone. 

“Better today than yesterday. We found the one who gave the navy the location of his little side hobby. We dealt with them before you’d even left your room this morning.” 

You laugh, lips curling into a mean smile, “No wonder he was in such a good mood this morning, then.” 

“Mhm, yes. Well, I’ll be off then, a nap is in my future,” Mihawk drawls and then he is sauntering back down the hall, leaving you to make your way into Crocodile’s office by yourself. 

You knock and then slip inside the room, shutting the door behind you with a click. You don’t even get a chance to speak before you feel yourself being pressed into the door, the cool metal of his rings pressing against your throat and then his lips meeting your own in a passionate kiss that makes you shiver from your hair to the tips of your toes. 

Crocodile has been waiting for you to come to his office all evening, his mind occupied with nothing but thoughts of you. His thumb strokes under your jaw, and he bends to slip his free arm under your ass, lifting you with ease and groaning when you wrap your legs around his waist. He presses you into the door, seeking that delightful heat that he can feel pressing against his lower stomach. You whine softly when he breaks the kiss to whisper gruffly in your ear. 

“You make me a wanton man, darling. You have made me wait for you all day.” 

You hiss when his teeth nip your earlobe, eyes going heavy as you anchor yourself with his broad shoulders, one hand slipping into his hair and tugging the dark locks, “You’ve been busy today, Wani. I didn’t want to distract you.” 

Crocodile huffs, and moves to the sensitive flesh just below your ear, laving it with his tongue before he nips you again, “You are a distraction whether you are with me or not, Miss Twilight.” 

It suddenly comes to your attention that you’ve never mentioned your name to Crocodile before, and it makes you feel like the biggest idiot in the world. You’d gotten so used to everyone calling you by your alias that introducing yourself as anything else felt off to you, but you wanted him to know your name. It was long overdue. 

“_,” you murmur softly, and Crocodile halts in his ministrations, raising his head to meet your eyes, “My name is _.” 

You listen to your lover repeat your name, as if he is tasting it, and watch a slow smirk curl his lips, those purple eyes shining in amusement, “It’s about time you told me, my dear.” 

You shrug, an embarrassed look upon your face, “Slipped my mind.” 

Crocodile laughs at you, and then leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “Well, _. Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me?” 

You grin at him and nod, “The honor would be mine.” 

But Crocodile doesn’t sit you down on the floor. Instead he lopes to his desk, placing you down and slotting himself even closer to you. You hum at the hardness you can feel pressed against your covered core, and lean back on your hands, looking up at him and cocking your head to the side. Your voice is a soft tease, “What about dinner?” 

“I would like dessert first, unless you have any protests?” He murmurs, and you shiver at the feel of his hand on your bare thigh, the skirt you wear has high slits on either side, allowing the former warlord easy access to your flesh. His hand slides along your leg, thumb dragging along the muscles of your inner thigh and pushing your legs further apart. 

“None here,” you say, and can’t help but shiver in anticipation. This wasn’t the first time that Crocodile has slipped between your thighs this week. The man seemed to be addicted to the way your legs would clench around his head, his mouth never leaving your cunt until you were begging him to stop. 

You watch him drop to his knees, a groan leaving him when he realizes that you don't have any underwear on. Crocodile looks up at you, and smirks at the mischievous look that you wear, “Teasing mink.” 

You shift your hips, craving his touch and the slick feel of his tongue against you, “You like it.” 

Crocodile hums, not about to argue when he knows that you are right. He leans in, mouthing at the apex of your thigh, the point of his tongue teasing along your quivering lower lips and smirking at the way you twitch and sigh under him. He circles your cunt, hand around your thigh so that he can toss your legs on either side of his shoulders, allowing him to shift that much closer to you. He relishes in the way your legs tighten around him, dragging him into you. 

He flattens his tongue and drags it through your folds, groaning at the taste of your slick as it leaks readily from your core. He loves your taste, can't get enough of pressing his face between your thighs and feasting from your pussy like a man starved. Crocodile curses himself for the hundredth time for never acting on his attraction to you, for he had denied himself of this pleasure for years. 

Your cunt twitches and pulses against his tongue, and cream already coats the lower half of his face but it just makes him crave you even more. He points his tongue, sliding it through your folds and drawing it around your entrance, and you thrash under him at the feeling, broken moans spilling from your lips and echoing in his office. Whatever paperwork under you would be ruined by the time Crocodile was done with you. 

“Wani,” you whine his name, eyes clenching shut and hips jerking under him when his tongue curls around your clit and suckles lightly. You are close, muscles tightening and that coil of tension in your lower stomach about to snap. 

It breaks when he hums against you, that soft vibration sending you over the edge with a wordless snarl, your teeth bared as you ride out your orgasm. Crocodile laps at you, making sure to drink his fill from your cunt until you shift as leg and physically shove him away from you with a hiss. 

Crocodile rocks back on his heels and makes a show of licking his lips when you meet his gaze. You huff and fall back against his desk, sending papers flying all around you as you catch your breath. 

The former warlord watches your chest heave, a prideful smirk curling his lips as he stands and slots himself back between your legs, leaning over you to draw you in for a slow kiss, stroking his tongue along your own and making your taste yourself. You clutch at his shoulders with a sigh, raising your leg to wrap around his hip and pull him into you, a grunt leaving his throat when his throbbing cock meets the apex of your thighs. 

He can feel how wet you are even through his slacks, and Crocodile wants to shove them down and slide into your welcoming heat more than anything. But he'd made plans for tonight, and didn't want to diverge from them anymore than he already has. He lavishes you with a few more kisses before he pulls away, fixing his shirt and adjusting his pants as he steps back to give you room. 

You smile in affection when Crocodile fixes your skirt and smooths your hair back into place after he is finished with himself, ringed hand scooping your own up and pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. 

“Time for dinner?” You ask, head tilting to the side in question. 

Crocodile leads you back to the private dining room the two of you use every night, and you can’t help the swell of tenderness that threatens to make your chest explode at the layout. There are lit candles in the middle of the table and a single white lily sitting on your side of the table. You march forward with a smile and pick it up, breathing in the delicate scent before you turn to your lover. 

His heart aches for you, and the look on your face makes the yearning he feels for you even stronger. Your eyes are alight with such soft joy and endearment that Crocodile knows that what the two of you feel for one another goes far beyond simple lust and attraction. He watches you step forward, one hand clutching the lily to your chest and the other reaching for him. Your hand is soft against his jaw, and he sighs when you run your thumb along the scar across his nose. 

“I love it, Wani. Thank you,” you whisper and he gives you a smile that no one but you would ever see. 

“It is only what you deserve. I would give you the world if you would have it, my dear,” Crocodile swears and you just shake your head, tip toeing so that you can kiss his lips sweetly. 

“I just want you, Crocodile. You have been my entire world since the day I met you.” 

He kisses your palm before he pulls away, leading you to the table where he pulls out your chair and then scoots you in before he takes his own seat. Dinner is a simple affair, the two of you making easy conversation as you tell him about your day exploring Buggy Town and he informs you of what happened to the traitor that had given his project away to the navy. 

You are feeling nice and warm from the wine the two of you have had with dinner when Crocodile suddenly stands. He rounds the table and grins down at you, offering you his arm that you happily take. He then hands you over the half empty bottle of wine, “Can you walk?” 

You snort at his teasing and nod, “I'm fine. Where are we going?” 

Crocodile grins down at you, a mouth full of teeth like his namesake, “It's a surprise.” 

He takes you to the roof of the building, and then you are getting a breathtaking view of the tent city below. There are multicolored lights strung all around, and you can hear music playing from one of the bigger tents that has been set up close to the building that you stand on. It is an oddly beautiful sight and it reminds you of standing on the top floor of Crocodile’s casino, looking out at the city back on Alabasta. 

Crocodile stands behind you, and you lean into the warmth that he provides, sighing when he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you closer. The two of you bask in one another in silence, the only sound around the two of you is the ambiance of the night until you break it with three quiet words. 

“I love you.” 

Crocodile is silent at your confession, but his insides are jumping, and he feels the way you tense in his hold as you expect him to rebuke you. Carefully, he turns you in his hold, golden hook pressed into the small of your back and ringed hand holding your face. He stares down at you, seeing that nervous glint in your eyes. 

“Do you think I would not love you after everything you have given me, my dear?” He asks quietly, and smirks when your eyes widen, “Because you are sorely wrong if you do.” 

You grin up at him, and then Crocodile leans down, lips meeting yours in a kiss, a loving push and pull that takes your breath away. 

The two of you stay outside for a while, until you complain about the cold and Crocodile leads you back inside. He takes you to his room where he tosses his coat across the back of an arm chair and watches you walk around his room. He licks his lips and stares down at his hook, before ultimately removing the golden hook as well, placing it carefully on his bedside table. Feeling more vulnerable now than he had in decades, Crocodile turns to look at you. 

You sit on the edge of his bed, legs crossed and leaning back on your hands, fingers tangled in the quilt that covers the bed. You smile at him, shoulders slumping and push yourself up, stepping close and raising your hands to unbutton his shirt. You push it from his shoulders, and then drop your hands to his belt and pull the thick leather from his slack, dropping it to the ground before moving on to the button of his pants. 

You smirk up at your lover when you push them from his slim hips, unsurprised to see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. You sit back down on the bed and rake your eyes over his form, taking in Crocodile and all his bare skin. 

“Enjoying yourself, darling?” He rumbles and you nod, eyes lingering on his half hard cock right in front of your face. 

“I am,” you coo and reach out, hand gently wrapping around the base and stroking the silky flesh until it hardens fully in your grasp. Crocodile groans at your touch, rocking forward into your hand, hair falling forward to dangle in front of his eyes. He watches you stroke his cock, and a strangled hiss leaves him when you lean forward and lick the tip of his erection. 

You smile at his reaction and do it again, lips kissing the tip and lapping at the precum that beads up, sighing at his taste before you lean in and wrap your lips around his head, breathing through your nose as to not choke on his girth. 

Crocodile snarls wordlessly, brow furrowed when you take him down another inch, tongue massaging the underside of his length. He watches your cheeks hollow, eyes locked on the way his cock slips past your lips. Feeling mean, he jerks forward, grinning at the way you choke and glare up at him through wet lashes, your nails digging into his thigh from where you hold him. 

He allows you your fun, enjoying every second of your mouth until he feels that tension begin to wind up and threaten to snap. He grabs you by the jaw and pulls you away, huffing at the way you pout and lick your lips, “When I come. It's going to be in that pretty pussy of yours, _.” 

Crocodile meets your glassy eyes, taking in your swollen lips and the eat you chew on the bottom lip in anticipation. He releases you and steps back, settling on the bed and propping himself up with a couple of thick pillows, “Undress for me, love.” 

You've never shucked your clothes so fast in your life. Tossing your shirt over your head and jerking down your skirt so that you can crawl into the bed after him. You settle on his hips, hands landing on his chests as you slot your legs on either side of his thick thighs, his length dragging between your folds and soaking his cock in your slick. His hand grips your hip, stopping you from going any further. 

“Wani,” you whine and stare at the former warlord in slight annoyance. The two of you have been waiting for this for over a week, “Why’d you stop me?”

Crocodile rolls his eyes at your petulant tone, “You need to be prepped. I am not a small man, my love.” 

You shiver at the way he calls you love, but roll your eyes right back down at him, “I’m not going to break, Crocodile.” 

The two you have a stare down before the grip on your hip tightens and the former warlord lifts you up. You grin and grasp his cock in your hand, angling it up so that you can grind against his tip, hissing when the head catched your entrance and slips inside of your cunt. Crocodile wasn’t wrong. His cock was big just like the rest of him. 

“Careful, darling,” He murmurs, but when you look at him, you can tell that he is holding back. His brow is glistening with sweat, furrowed in silent concentration as he resists the urge to slam into your welcoming heat. You jerk your head in a nod and slow yourself, taking him inch by inch until his length is fully seated inside your pussy. 

You feel full, his member not leaving anything untouched, and you can’t get enough of the feeling. You lean forward, hands resting on his shoulders to hold yourself up and slowly, you begin to rock back and forth, trying to get used to the way his cock drags along your walls. His hand grips your hip to the point of pain, but you welcome the bracing touch. 

Crocodile is having a hard time not letting his instincts take over. He wants to slam into your cunt until you are left a sobbing mess that he would have to hold up, sapped of strength. You feel divine around him, walls fluttering and clenching around his length. His teeth bare when he feels your lips press against his throat, eyes shuttered and he can’t help himself when he snaps his hips up, making you cry out and tighten around him impossibly more. 

“Can’t hold back much longer, darling,” he warns, and you rise, smiling down at him as your body shudders in rapture. 

“Don’t, love. I want to feel all of you.” 

Those words are damning for you. Crocodile sends you a mean grin and thrusts up, making your eyes go wide as the breath is knocked out of you. He sets a brutal pace, and you have to hang on for dear life while your lover fucks into you like a man possessed. 

You are close, so deliciously close to coming when Crocodile suddenly slows to a crawl, dragging into you at a pace that makes you see stars. His hand leaves your hip so that he can grasp you by the jaw and pull you down, his lips meeting yours in a kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with your own. You groan and wrap your lips around the slick muscle, sucking it lightly as you start to take over the pace, knees and legs working as you bounce on his cock.

You have to break the exchange when you feel yourself get close again, that tight knot winding up and up until you feel like your entire being is going to snap from the strain. You pant against his mouth, pulling away just enough so that you can meet his eyes. 

“I’m close, Wani,” you whine softly, and Crocodile jerks his head in a nod. He doesn’t know how long the two of you have been at it, but his thighs are soaked with your slick and his cock aches almost painful for the need to come. He draws you in for another kiss before falling back into the pillows with a smug grin. 

“Come on my cock, darling. Make a mess of yourself,” he growls and you accept his order with gusto, thighs burning as you grind down, hissing when his tip presses against that spongy spot inside you. His hand drops down and slips between your thighs, thumb finding your clit and stroking the swollen bundle of nerves.

You come with a sudden cry, eyes blowing open as you bow forward, nails digging into his flesh and leaving behind crescent shaped marks. Crocodile follows you right over the edge, balls tightening as he punches up, spilling hot seed into your waiting cunt. You groan and your arms give out, your face tucking into the crook of his neck, feeling the way his cock pulses and twitches inside of you as he empties himself. His free arm wraps around your back and he holds you close, not willing to let this moment end. 

Crocodile presses his lips to the top of your head, breathing harshly through his nose as he begins to come back to himself. You may have assured him that you could take him, he knows that you must feel sore. Carefully, he shifts, lifting you up, and smiling softly at your obvious reluctance to move very much. You whine, but he hushes you with sweet nothings, breaking them up to hiss when his softened cock slips from your cunt. He watches with interest as a combined mess of fluids leak out, staining your inner thighs and the sheets under the two of you. 

“Come on, love. I’ll take care of you,” Crocodile murmurs and maneuvers until he could plant his feet on the floor, “Wrap your legs around my waist, and I’ll draw us a bath.” 

He waits until he feels your legs tight around his hips before he stands, keeping you held aloft with an arm under your bum as he lopes to the bathroom that’s connected to his room. It takes some adjusting, but soon he has a steaming bath ready, and he slips inside with you still tucked close to his chest. 

You are exhausted, legs like jelly and mind beautifully blank, but you have enough sense to shift so that your back is pressed against his front. You shift so that you can turn your head up, lips seeking his for a sweet kiss that Crocodile gladly meets. This wasn’t how you expected your return to his side to go, but you wouldn’t take any of it back. 

“Rest, my love. I’ve got you,” Crocodile murmurs softly and his arm tightens around your hips. When you sigh and snuggle into him, he quietly vows that nothing in this world would be able to take you away from his side. Not now, when he finally has you. You would be at his side, would be the one to stand by him as he created his utopia. Nothing could stop him now that he had you. 

[reineydraws]

mihawk's judging buggy pretty hard for a guy who said yes to shanks's begging lol.

if the late pirate king's rizz technique aint broke, dont fix it!

[luckyloops]

Real image of me in my room all summer <3

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Mihawk's gone from babysitting Zoro and Perona to babysitting Crocodile and Buggy

[betaminshitto]

i have a lot of pent up uno frustration

[crystallizedtwilight]

Scene redraw!