Shanks is the eldritch and imprinted onto Buggy? Wired.
Buggy is an absolutely normal human but after so many years of a growing deity imprinting on him, HE himself emits hallucinations because he's THAT saturated with an eldritch's love (romantic/platonic/otherwise)???? I am SAT
@preciousgaby this was supposed to be short. It turned into a monster.
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As an orphan, almost anything can be a norm.
Buggy didn't know this at the age of 9 when he was trying to escape a trio of bullies while the caretaker wasn't around.
They got scared off by whatever's hiding in the dark of an attic he had broken into to hide in.
But now, trapped with... whatever it is... it should be friendly, right? Because it saved him?
So he stretched out his hand and hope it's just a curious cat who wants to take a sniff.
Instead dark shadows curled around his fingers and down his wrist with a sensation if presence is tactile. He yanked his hand away in shock and a common house gecko was now perched on his thumb... except, its dark with a red tinge, making it look like a tiny dragon.
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As an orphan, almost anything can be a norm.
The little lizard was an affectionate thing. Its cool scales grew warm as it curled on the crook of his neck, away from other curious children.
Then it become into a cat out of the blue. Still affectionate, at least towards him, black fur tinged with red, blending with the other strays outside the orphanage. Watchful, curious, he became Buggy's companion and lookout when he wants to pilfer something from the administrator's office.
Then one morning, Buggy woke up with a kid beaming beside himâred hair and a dark shifting mass blending into the standard white shirt donated in the orphanage. The smile was all wrong, mouth practicing and mimicking what they had seen others do around them.
"Meuoeâm-beowâBeuoâBeug?"
"Buggy," Buggy corrected.
He fell back on the bed when Red Hair gave him an overly enthusiastic head bonk of a cat, falling down with him.
Just like how it quickly learned how to be a cat, it quickly learned how to be a human. Buggy didn't know how the eyes of the caretakers and the orphans just shift away from the new member of the orphanage like they had always been there. How they just call them "you" and not question why.
"Shanks," Buggy named him, because he likes knives and thought being able to shank someone is a vital skill to learn.
Speaking of knives, that's where the problem starts. The caretakers had told him repeatedly not to play with knives, that only wanted him to know how to use it more.
He was trying to learn how to flip it in the air so that he'd catch the handle and guess what happened.
He had never seen Shanks so distraught. One moment, he was across the room, the next, he was right beside him. The red-hair had grabbed his hand looking at his bleeding fingers like it was the greatest catastrophe.
"Buggy! Blood!" The dark mass around him suddenly turned into a coat that was encompassing them both as if to protect him.
"Relax," Buggy replied, pushing him away with a roll of his eyes. "I just need first aid."
But maybe he should've paid more attention to the look in Shanks' eyes. Like he had just realized how easy it was for his blood to spill. (Neither noticed how the cut had grown smaller.)
"You'll not be hurt again, Bugs." The hand around his fingers squeezed tighter. "I don't wanna."
Which sounded like some kind of declaration, but Buggy at his age, knows better than to believe wishing on a star or on a blown-out birthday candle would make anything come true.
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It had become pretty normal for him when the older kids who'd want to bully someone no longer target him. Sure, they would occasionally shriek and point at something over Buggy's shoulder, but when Buggy would turn around, there would be nothing there. Then, he'd glance at Red Hair if theyâor rather, he had seen anything and Red would shrug and just smile that he had perfectly mastered from others.
Any of his stuff that goes missing would eventually return. He didn't know if the other kids that started avoiding him have anything to do with it. According to the caretakers, they were having trouble sleeping because of nightmares.
Some of the kids even got nicer to him. Buggy chalked it up with Shanks perfecting being the perfect kid that could best anyone at games and an infectious smile that made everyone want to be friends with him. (Sometimes, Buggy resented that Shanks even know how to be a better human than him)
Then came the few kids who approached him with trepidation, asking if it's true that he's protected by bad spirits, which is ridiculous to Buggy.
"If I'm being protected by evil spirits then they should be taking me in instead!"
"It's his nose, they think he's one of them!"
"What're you saying about my nose?!" he demanded, grabbing fistfuls of the jerk's shirt.
Before Buggy could turn the talk into a fight, one of the kids turn to Shanks' direction. "You might get hurt too, you know."
"Oh no," Shanks would reply with perfect mimicry of concern, before leaning on Buggy's side with an un-imitated smile. "Don't worry, I'm always protecting him. You should all go now."
Buggy didn't pay attention when they all did that, even the one who was ready to sock him. Shanks' words niggled something in his mind. He didn't really understood it until he was playing with knives again.
Time slowed when the blade landed on his palm and through it. His eyes widend when no blood spilled. There was a soft thump as half of his palm with his fingers fell on the ground.
Buggy stood there, knife clattering on the ground forgotten, as his mind hazed in and out.
"Buggy, it's okay!" Shanks entered his vision. Picked up his palm. And gently, pressed it on the cut part again. Distantly he felt his hand "clicked" without clicking, like putting on his familiar beanie.
Shanks held up his hand on Buggy's face. "See?"
His fingers twitched. He commanded his fingers to flex and stretch.
Shanks dove to catch him as his knees buckled.
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Every change, every transformation, does not come without a cost. No longer being able to be hurt by a blade meant something had been taken away.
It happened when Shanks suddenly stopped him when orphanage went into one of their field trips.
"Stay away from the sea."
"What, why?"
Buggy didn't like it when Shanks wouldn't meet his eyes.
"When... I made you to be no longer hurt... I exchanged something."
Dread weighed heavily in the pit of his stomach. "What did you exchange?"
Shanks told him and red filled Buggy's vision.
"You can't do that! That's the one thing I'm good at! They even said I could get a scholarship for it!"
Out of stubborness, he tried to swim anyway. He sank like lead and Shanks rescued him to what the caretakers would assume was adrenaline because they were all rushing about during that incident.
Buggy refused to talk to Shanks for days after thatânot even when he transformed into a dark shifting mass around him in his sleep to comfort him.
But that had to end when a silver-haired man came to adopt him.
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One would say Rayleigh was an occultist. He couldn't call himself a witch or warlock when he doesn't borrow power from spirits or deities. He borrows power, yes, but he borrows power from somethingâor rather, someoneâdifferent.
Roger was their designated name and he had told him to pick up a stray as part of their exchange of favors. The stray turned out to be another entity attached to an orphan.
Rayleigh felt like he needed a paperbag to hyperventilate in as soon as he realized what was happening. Roger wanted to take in one of his own kind, a baby, from the looks of it, but that also meant taking in the kid they had imprinted to.
While Buggy looked relieved that he could see Shanks and knows what he is, the stories the blue-haired kid would tell him makes him want to go into a heart attack:
The time Shanks showed him the birth of the star up close because Buggy enjoyed looking at the stars one night. But not before almost dying from asphyxiation because Shanks teleported them into a galaxy.
The times Shanks wanted more cuddles, but couldn't because chores, so he teleported them into the fourth dimension where he could be hug him in all of his natural form for as long as they want. Buggy got desensitized by the onslaught to his senses that he didn't even know he had beyond the five. Shanks had learned how to protect him from the worst of it after the first seizure.
The one time Shanks had shown him dinosaurs by traveling back in time. Then returning to the orphanage 60 years from the present, before they returned back. Shanks didn't understand Buggy's freakout because time meant nothing to him.
Which made Rayleigh summon Roger, asking to let Buggy grow up normally by having Shanks away at least for a few years. Roger answered that the child can never be normal again. He was too exposed to Shanks' abilities, developed resistance to some that would normally give other side effects, such as madness, comatose, amnesia and hallucinations. And isn't that a good thing? Plus, Shanks had synchronized his growth with Buggy's which was a good thing when their kind was supposed to age far slower.
Rayleigh was almost convinced, but it didn't help the time Buggy was caught (damnit, they'll have to move again) by the services associated with SCP, Area 51, and the like. That was the moment, Buggy realized what Shanks was really capable of.
When he was trapped in a box he couldn't get out of, he could feel and hear the truck driving away. Then it stopped. When Shanks got him out, all of them had dropped unconscious. Not just them, but everyone in a kilometers-wide perimeter. Buggy stared at the pedestrians that had just slumped on the sidewalks, the automobiles that had crashed and mowed people and walls because their drivers fell unconscious. Whoever were in their homes that might've been using the stove or even the bath tub.
When they got to the borders of that perimeter, something moved, Shanks glared at it, and an unlucky stray dog fainted on the spot.
After Rayleigh moved them away (and Roger did whatever he did to make them forget Buggy), that incident stayed with Buggy. Their adventures were one thing. But almost getting kidnapped somehow woke him up. Shanks making almost an entire town faint just to save him made Buggy feel small. Powerless. And he had seen what Roger could do.
It made him remember all the times he thought Shanks was his pet. Was he... a pet to Shanks?
But the very incident was what made Rayleigh put his foot down. Roger took Shanks away. Something about how he should learn to be like his own kind. Shanks just waved goodbye and left. Even when they made that corny vow in the middle of the night where they swore they would always be together and Shanks did something that touched him to his very inside that made him feel like all of his senses were at the peak of the universe, that they were the universe, with no telling where he ended and Shanks began.
And didn't come back until 20 years later. Shanks acted like he never left at all, going back to whatever their friendship had been. Which made Buggy more pissed because the hole he had left behind like a chopped chopped part that never came back ached like hell all these years and Shanks is just... unaffected.
Buggy was now a factory manager. His chop-chop abilities had helped him avoid getting injuries as he worked fast in the assembly lane and get promoted up the ranks. Sometimes, he dabbled to the occult just like Rayleigh, especially when it comes to gaining money.
His workers, while devoted (an incident when he got arrested and arranged an employment program to his factory for former convicts), were surprised to see someone with him during work. But the man was handsome, ruggedly so, with a dark coat that made him more mysterious.
At first, they thought the man was one of the rumored loan sharks keeping an eye on Buggy. But those men were just gone (there were rumors they were in an instutitute suffering from nightmarish hallucinations, but that could just be drugs or something).
The man instead, have an easy smile that they couldn't help but trust their whole life. They were very happy that their great Regional Manager Buggy had found himself someone!
Meanwhile, Buggy had resigned himself to the fact that Shanks would leave again, that he probably see him as a pet nevermind the messy stupid feelings he refused to look closely at, and that Shanks had better things to do than pretend to be an ant in an ant farm that is the human reality.
Shanks, in the meantime, is happy to be with his bonded mate again after a few moments of 20 years, could control his abilities better to protect Buggy, and just waiting for Buggy to awaken his abilities and nature that was no longer human from constant exposure of growing up with an eldrithch and the continued exposure being with an eldritch again (Buggy had yet to realize he hadn't aged for years now)
Many of this are VERY old maybe they go back to the last post date. I repeat I love drawing fem buggy(probably âcause I canât draw man). And I genuinely love buggy soooo much. All my friends every time they see a buggy edit just think of me. These are not all the drawings I got, so Iâll divide this in more posts. Anyway sorry for the grammar of any of these, since I said these were kinda old it also applied to my English level. English is not my first language so every day is an opportunity to learn more, and I can tell only now how wrong what I wrote in these images are grammatically incorrect. But also Iâm too lazy to go and change the texts or correct them, so Iâll just post them the way they were originally written. Anyway I got inspiration from other posts or made old trends, so if you see a resemblance is mostly because of that.
Crocodile unceremoniously tossed Buggy face-down onto the bed, unzipping the back of his red outfit before the clown could move. He yanked down the red fabric roughly,until he was left in nothing but a pair of corny red heart boxers. Crocodile rolled his eyes at his choice in undergarments, stomach flipping in anticipation as he ran his large hand over Buggy's soft hairy thighs. Such an idiot, an actual fool. Crocodile hated himself for liking it.Â
âC-croc, please I need you.â Buggy whined, lifting his hips, his hands pushing down his boxers as he shuffled to be on his knees, his face still pressed to the bed, exposing himself fully to Crocodile.Â
He came not just ten minutes ago but he could feel his cock stiffening at the sight of Buggy. He wanted to wreck him, to bend Buggy until he broke, to take bites out of him, swallow him down until he was nothing but the lingering taste on his tongue.Â
He grabbed the clown by his hips and flipped him onto his back, crawling onto the bed, and swallowed down Buggyâs cock in one go. Buggy let out a keening sound, his hands shooting down to grip Crocodileâs hair, his thighs clamping over his ears. He swallowed around Buggy, his tongue laving the base of him at the thick vein on the underside. Buggy let out a choked moan, the sound bubbling from him. His dick barely hit the back of his throat, but the taste of him, the smell, it was everything he wanted. Well, almost everything.Â
His eyes flicked up to Buggy, whose head was thrown back, hands holding onto Crocodileâs hair for dear life. He sucked sharply at Buggy and pulled off of him with a pop.Â
âLook at me.âÂ
Buggyâs head shot up, his eyes finding Crocodileâs. He looked just as messy as before, but there were no tears.Â
âCry. Or Iâll make you cry.â Crocodile said lowly, his hand cupping Buggyâs balls and squeezing tightly.Â
Buggy whined and squirmed, nodding quickly as he grit his teeth, willing his tears to come. His eyes watered, but he couldnât muster more than that, even with Crocodile squeezing him tighter and tighter, until the pain became excruciating.Â
âFuck! I-I canât! Please, just slap me or something, youâre gonna crush my nuts!!â Buggy panted, sweating profusely, his hands pulling at Crocodileâs.Â
Crocodile growled, releasing Buggy and sat over him, backhanding him, his rings leaving thin scratches, splitting the skin, which came back together. Buggy gasped, and Crocodile wrapped his hand around his throat, cutting off his air. Buggy looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened, tears welling.Â
âThatâs it. Cry for me. Maybe I should make you choke on my cock again.âÂ
Buggyâs mouth worked, his eyes rolling back, hands clawing at Crocodileâs wrist. Tears streamed down his face, dark lines running from the sides of his eyes into his hair and ears.Â
âYes.â Crocodile breathed, letting go of Buggyâs throat to run his thumb over his tear tracks.Â
âDonât stop. Keep looking at me.â He ordered, moving down Buggyâs body to mouth at his weeping cock.Â
Buggy let out a shuddering breath and bit at his lip, his wet eyes trained on Crocodileâs mouth. Crocodile swallowed him back down making Buggy moan and writhe. He watched Buggy as he teased his cock, his pants feeling tight, his skin tacky with the extra heat from his body. He couldn't get enough, watching the wet droplets hang from Buggy's lashes, his red-rimmed eyes, the kohl he used smearing down his cheeks. The sounds he made, the soft gasps that came from slick parted lips, the choked moans, the way his lips formed Crocodile's name before they were sent forward with a sharp breath; it only spurred him on.
He pushed a finger against Buggyâs rim and the clown jolted, whimpering as he pushed into him.Â
âHnn, hurts!â Buggy tried to squirm away from the dry intrusion, Crocodile looked up at Buggy, his face scrunched, but tears still ran down his face. He wanted the clown to cry, but there was no need to hurt him if he was already doing as he was told. Crocodile swirled his tongue over Buggyâs cock as his arm turned to sand, fetching the lubricant he kept in his bedside drawer. He returned his fingers to Buggyâs rim, slick and oily now, the tip of his pointer sliding in with little resistance.Â
âOh fuck.â Buggy whined, spreading his thighs, sitting up on his elbows to watch Crocodile. He worried his bottom lip, the red stain from his lipstick still vibrant but smeared, his chin red all the way down to his dark blue stubble.Â
The clown was so hot, his body swallowing his finger easily, like he was greedy for it. Crocodile let out a pleased rumble, his eyes tracking the movement of Buggyâs parted lips, the way his pink tongue flicked out, the way his red lips trembled as Crocodile pushed in a second finger. Little tears fell from Buggyâs thick dark eyelashes as he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, like cloudy raindrops watering his ruddy cheeks.Â
Crocodile thrust in sharply, and Buggy gasped, eyes wide, hips twitching as the sandman roughly dragged his fingers over his prostate. Crocodile watched his reactions with hungry eyes, alternating between scissoring him open and bullying his prostate. Buggy was delectable like this, so reactive, so easy to manipulate with just two fingers. Maybe he could keep going, make the clown cum just like this, and push him over the edge until he was sobbing. Crocodile had to suppress the hot shiver of desire that went up his spine. Normally he would hold himself back, but not tonight. Right now, he was going to indulge and give himself everything he wanted.Â
Buggy gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles white, mouth agape, panting and whining like those were the only sounds he could manage. Every firm brush of Crocodileâs fingertips inside of him had him jolting from the sensation, like a little shock that left him breathless, abdomen tensing and cock weeping. Buggy struggled to obey Crocodileâs orders, his eyes fluttering closed when the pleasure became too intense, his flowing tears drying into damp eyelashes and watery eyes.Â
More. He wanted Buggy to give him more.Â
With his golden hook he put pressure against Buggyâs throat, cutting off his air, and pushed three fingers into him. Buggy opened and closed his mouth like a fish, eyes bulging, bearing down on Crocodileâs long thick fingers. The hook was enough warning for Buggy, whose face reddened as he brought forth a fresh wave of tears. Crocodile didnât let up, bullying Buggyâs prostate, leaving the clown to twist madly on the bed as he tried to suck in air. Panic was clear on his flushed and messy face, but his wide eyes were dark with lust, terrified and aroused.Â
Crocodile could feel himself getting hard once again, his eyes greedily tracing over Buggyâs face, memorizing his every reaction as he rocketed him toward an orgasm.Â
âThatâs it clown, cum on my fingers like the desperate bitch you are.â He husked, wetting his lips as he stared at Buggyâs red mouth. Crocodile pulled his hook away, letting Buggy suck in a lungful of air, and as soon as he did he used his fresh breath to let out a broken moan. His cock twitched within his second breath, bobbing upward as he came, shooting thick spurts of cum over his belly and Crocodileâs arm, making a mess.Â
Crocodile groaned at the sight of him, filthy from his own spit tears and semen. He continued fingering Buggy, not stopping his intense pace.Â
âF-fuh-fuck!â Buggy bit out, tightening around Crocodile, hands shooting out to grab onto his wrist, as if he could slow him down. âNnnn-no more!!â Buggy writhed, his body slick with sweat, his cock still rigid, red and angry, sticky with cum. Â
Crocodileâs dark lavender eyes devoured every tormented action from him with barely concealed lust and hunger, eager to force another orgasm from Buggy, to watch him squirm and suffer in pleasure and pain.Â
âOh GOD!â Buggy whined, tears rolling down his cheeks as he gasped for air, trembling from head to toe.Â
âAgain. Give me another.â Crocodile commanded, slick fingers incessantly circling Buggyâs prostate.Â
Buggy let out a pitiful cry, a half sob as he came a second time, his cock oozing spurts of cum. He curled in on himself, teeth chattering as his body shook violently. The sight of him so vulnerable like this only made Crocodile want to break him further.Â
He removed his fingers from Buggyâs slick puffy hole, the muscle clenching around nothing once he was empty. Crocodile swallowed down a groan of longing and spread Buggyâs legs open, bending over him to rut his clothed cock into the crease of Buggyâs thigh and over his small shrinking cock. The clown watched Crocodile in fearful anticipation, the creases of his eyes sticky with his tears and residual makeup. Crocodile gripped Buggyâs leg tighter, not caring that his cum was making a mess of his nice tailored pants. Whatever he had to deal with after this was worth the sight and feel of Buggy now, beneath him, malleable and submissive.Â
âPlease.â Buggy whispered, eyes glistening with tears, snot pooling at his nostrils, breath hitching every time Crocodileâs cock bumped into his.Â
Just hearing his broken voice beg like that... it made molten lust curl in his belly, made it feel like fire was pumping through his veins. Crocodile groaned and thrust sharply, making Buggy cry out. It was like he couldn't get enough of his sounds, his reactions. Each high whimper and gasping breath left him aching for more.Â
Crocodile unbuttoned his vest and dress shirt, tossing them away, leaving him in his white tank top. He unbuckled his belt and shoved down his pants enough to release his cock. He couldnât be bothered to undress the rest of the way, he was too eager, too ready. He pulled Buggy to the edge of the bed and guided his cock to Buggyâs slick pink entrance. Just the glancing brush of his cockhead against the clownâs rim had him twitching in his own grip.Â
âCr-Croccy-baby, isnât this all a bit fast, shouldnât we take a little break?â Buggy tried to reason, attempting to hold himself up on wobbly elbows. Crocodile dragged his gaze up to meet Buggyâs, and the clown shrunk back, eyes wide and vulnerable, like a prey animal faced with the sharp maw of a predator. Crocodile swore he could see Buggyâs little heart pattering in his chest and it made him wish, just for a second, that he had fangs to sink into the clown before him.Â
Crocodile continued forward, breaching Buggy, his thick head pushing past the tight ring of muscle, forcing out a gush of slick lubricant. Buggyâs jaw dropped open at the intrusion, whimpering and cursing the deeper Crocodile penetrated him. He was so tight and hot, his body swallowing down Crocodileâs cock like he couldnât get enough of it.Â
âFuck.â Crocodile hissed under his breath, his cock throbbing, the temptation to bury himself inside of Buggy was great, but he needed to take this part slow. He didnât really care about drawing blood, but he did care about making Buggy cum again. He needed to see him crying while cumming on his cock, needed to feel it while deep inside of him. So, slowly, he pushed inside. Buggy writhed and moaned, fresh tears following the old streams through his makeup. Crocodile let out a grunt as he bottomed out, teeth bared as he resisted the urge to use Buggy like an object. It would be so easy to keep him spread open and take his pleasure. Instead he leaned over Buggy and pet back his matted hair and dipped his thumb into Buggyâs open mouth.Â
âGorgeous.â He breathed, rolling his hips, biting back another groan, rubbing his thumb over Buggyâs slick tongue. Buggyâs eyes went wide, sparkling bright like he couldnât believe the praise. That sweet look on Buggyâs face, almost bashful, had a different emotion swirling in Crocodileâs chest. He didnât have the focus, the wherewithal to tease it apart, but it felt so warm it was almost sickening. Crocodile shoved his thumb deeper into Buggyâs mouth until he gagged and choked. He let out a sigh, that knotted feeling in his chest easing at the simple pleasure of watching Buggy suffer by his hand.Â
As Buggy blinked away the fresh swell of tears, Crocodile pulled back and thrust forward, slowly at first, mesmerized by the feeling of Buggyâs hot breath on his thumb, the feeling of his teeth grazing his flesh. He smeared what was left of Buggyâs lipstick across his cheek until he ran into his path of tears, the red bleeding into his skin. Â
Crocodile gradually built up to a quick rhythm, savoring the feel of Buggyâs body. Even with the slow start, Buggy was writhing on the bed, clawing at Crocodileâs biceps, gasping and hiccuping with every solid thrust. It only heightened Crocodileâs mounting pleasure, the constant stream of pathetic sounds, his wet face, the tight squeeze of his insides had him pounding into Buggy with increasing fury.Â
âFUCK!â Buggy sobbed, shaking hard, his bitten nails leaving uneven crescents in Crocodileâs skin.Â
Crocodileâs stomach flipped at the desperate tone of Buggyâs voice, and he groaned in response, hips moving faster as he curled in on top of Buggy. He huffed into the soft skin of Buggyâs sweaty neck, biting down on the meat of his shoulder, tongue dragging over him to taste salt.Â
âOh GOD, Crocodile!â Buggy wailed, nails dragging down his arms in hot trails. Buggy swallowed down air so sharply that he choked on his own spit, his toes curling, knees digging into Crocodileâs sides as he clung desperately onto him. Crocodile growled, teeth sinking deeper into Buggyâs skin. He felt like an animal, feral with lust, with need, fucking Buggy hard enough to shake the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with every heavy thrust.Â
Buggy sobbed Crocodileâs name, cursing profusely, his whole body strung tight, until he came undone for a third time, convulsing beneath Crocodile, his inner muscles pulsing around Crocodile in such a way that it left the sandmanâs hips stuttering.Â
Crocodile pulled back enough to watch Buggyâs face: his head thrown back, his eyes rolling back in his head, mouth open, moaning. And the whole time he had those beautiful sinful tears rolling down his cheeks. Â
Crocodile gripped Buggyâs hip and chased after the heat surging in his gut. Buggy blinked up dumbly at Crocodile, drooling, his body lax as Crocodile fucked him. Â
Yes. Crocodile could feel the hot grip of pleasure, clamping around his midsection until it bloomed, ripping through him like wildfire. He pumped Buggy full of his cum, the clown whimpering at the sudden hot gush, but still too fucked-out to do much else.Â
âSuch a good little cum-slut.â Crocodile panted, cock twitching with the last few pulses of his orgasm. Buggyâs lips came together like he wanted to say something, but he looked too dazed to string together words. A rumble went through Crocodileâs chest, satisfied, satiated. Finally Crocodile felt like he could focus, the gnawing urge to fuck Buggy dissipated and he breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully now that he got this out of his system, things could get back to normal.Â
He pulled out of Buggy, who moaned at the sudden loss, weakly attempting to close his legs. But Crocodile could see the gush of cum oozing out of him and that little taste of lust that he thought he squashed flickered back to life for just a moment at the sight. He physically shook his head to shake off the feeling. This was a one time thing. An indulgence not meant to be repeated.Â
Crocodile couldnât help looking at buggy, though. Something about him always begged for attention. Currently the clown looked like he went through hell and back, his face a ghoulish mess, his body bruised and bitten. Buggy did do him a favor. He should at least be polite enough to help the clown clean up. After Crocodile wiped himself down and adjusted his clothes, he helped Buggy. The clown clung to him at the first gentle swipe of the damp towel. He made soft sounds of approval, of pleasure as Crocodile cleaned his face, revealing a mostly normal looking guy beneath the layers of makeup residue. That knot grew in his chest once again, unsure what to do about the sudden affection from Buggy, who snuggled against him as Crocodile cared for him. He moved Buggy off of him after getting him cleaned up, too uncomfortable with the physical affection.Â
âIâm busy today, clown. Get dressed. Iâm not leaving you in my room alone.â Crocodile grunted as he adjusted his shirt and ascot.Â
Buggy looked over at him in surprise, but he was barely able to lift his head. He attempted to shuffle off of the bed but winced and whimpered as he sat up. The sounds. Always those pathetic noises. It made Crocodile feel warm under his collar but he ignored it. Perhaps he was a little rough with the clown. Crocodile lit a cigar and took a puff, eyes flicking over to Buggy through the smoke. Watching him struggle was fun, but he really did have somewhere to be. With slithering tendrils of sand, Crocodile helped Buggy re-dress, lifting and adjusting him until he was decent and standing on his own two feet. Â
âTh-thank you, Croccy.â Buggy tried to tame his long hair, fluffing it behind him and combing the top with his fingers. He really was cute. With or without the tears. With or without the makeup. With or without his clothes. Crocodile let out an annoyed sigh and Buggy jolted.Â
âIâll get out your hair! S-sorry. And um. Thank you.â Buggy backed out of the room quickly, awkwardly bowing, running into a table as he refused to take his eyes off of Crocodile and then when he finally located the door he bowed one last time, winced and then bolted with the door slamming behind him.Â
Idiot clown.Â
Hopefully this would be the end of his craving for Buggy.Â
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