Warnings: nsfw, afab reader, buggy x reader. crocodile x reader, mihawk x reader, no pronouns used for reader, reader's genitals referred to as "she," vaginal sex, panties in the mouth (mostly)
WCs: 🎪~ 370, 🐊~ 480, 🦅~ 400, ~1.2k total
Tag: @rorywritesjunk
🎪Buggy the Clown
As much as you enjoy hearing how good Buggy feels, sometimes he is too damn loud.
He huffs, puffs, and bellows like a steam train. Dirty talk turns into whining and begging that increase in volume faster than the intensity of his own neediness. Groans claw themselves from his gut, leaving his throat scratched up the next day.
“Please, please don’t stop. Fuck, baby, you feel - fuck! - feelssogood.” The words slur together with how quickly Buggy rushes to speak.
Fingers dig into the meat of your thighs while he thrusts up into you, grunting loudly to emphasize his point.
You can hardly hear the slap of skin against skin over the din he creates. Any attempt you make to maintain some sense of auditory privacy fails. Buggy talks around the fingers you shove in his mouth, crying about how delicious they are. His lips move against yours. He drags his kisses across your face, closer to your ear so you can continue to have the pleasure of hearing him.
While you’re the only one he wants to sing his arousal aria to, threats and reminders of reality aren’t enough to shush him long enough. Even knocks on the door urgently demanding that Buggy shut the fuck up, holy shit do you know it’s past midnight?! only work for as long as it takes him to suck in another breath.
“Yeaaah, just like thaaaat,” Buggy moans, his voice droning longer than a foghorn. “S-so tight, babe, nngh~!”
Enough is enough. Leaning forwards, you reach for something, anything that could dampen this one-man cacophony. His discarded bandana should be nearby and when your fingers wrap around a wad of fabric, you shove it into Buggy’s gaping maw. His latest bemoaning is brought to a reasonable level. And with your palm covering his mouth, it’s muffled even more.
His jaw moves behind your hold, working around the object - gnawing on it and tonguing the bundle. Realization and silence fall over him at the same time. He looks up at you with wide-eyes and a mouth full of your panties.
“Just shut up and cum.”
Buggy nods and mumbles some sort of confirmation into your undies.
Whatever. At least he’s quieter now.
🐊 Sir Crocodile
“I can see how needy your body is,” Crocodile drawls as he teases you with the tip of his cock, his movements as slow as his words.
With your ass on the edge of his desk and legs spread wide, you don’t have a strong argument. And when Crocodile clicks his tongue, you lean back and expose yourself more. Maybe if you looked even more pathetic, he’d give you what you want.
He stops to slap his blunt head against your body, frustratingly too close and too far from where you really want him to be. Sticky from arousal, each hit makes a plap! noise - a sound he seems to find satisfying. A chuckle slips through his smirk.
“You really want it, hm? You want me that badly?”
“Yes, please! Croccy, stop teasing, I can’t take it,” you say in a voice that wavers between begging and demanding.
Another laugh - one that’s thick, rich, and heavy with condescension. “I almost expected that hungry little hole to answer me.” His equally thick cock prods at you, the tip threatening to wiggle in.
And that’s all you get. Despite how your body flutters, it fails to grasp at more of his slick head. It fails to entice him deeper.
“C’mon,” you pant, trying to push forward enough for him to breech the entryway, but not so much that you’d slip off his desk and scrape your back on the hard edge. Something you learned from previous experiences.
“Calm down, I’m working on it.” Crocodile’s voice is warm and relaxing, just like the feel of his large hand on your thigh. Soothing you with a lie.
He thrusts softly and slowly. And with each pump of his hips, he goes nowhere. The minuscule movements only press him against you harder. Just as he’s about to break through, the pressure lessens.
You whine and beg and flatter, to no avail. You throw your head back and stare at the ceiling. You look Crocodile in the face. His smug, handsome face. You knock over a trinket on his desk. Accidentally at first, then intentionally. Hopefully one was Crocodile’s ashtray, because fuck him.
Your legs start to shake.
Tears build in your eyes.
Your core aches. Not from the orgasm that you so desperately want, but from waiting and suffering too long through this delicious torture.
You’re not sure who’s more problematic in this moment - Crocodile for being a stubborn shit, or you for trying to will yourself to cum from not being penetrated.
Unable to hold the vast amounts of horniness and frustration swelling inside, you lash out. You kick and flail and throw something at him. Something soft and flimsy hits Crocodile right in the face. And it has the exact effect you want.
Crocodile brings his hand up to the panty projectile and allows himself a brief sniff before tossing the lace item aside. He grins and leans in, finally bringing himself close enough to slide into your aching cunt.
“You little-”
🦅 Mihawk
You’re exactly where you want to be - back against the wall and Dracule Mihawk purring against your lips. His thrusts are slow and languid, ensuring you feel every bit of him sliding in and out. He pulls back until his erection is just barely kissing your drooling cunt, and his reentry is so soft and gradual that your body is lost somewhere between mourning his absence and relishing his presence.
The trembling in your legs is immediately tended to. Mihawk shifts his hold, sliding the bend of your knees further up his forearms and leaving his hands free to grab and paw at your ass. His fingers dig into the fat as he spreads your cheeks, exposing you further to the chill of the air and the heat of his desire. And his own perversions.
He continues to devour you with lips, tongue, and teeth. But over the sound of his hunger grow filthy, wet noises. The squelching coming from your pussy is embarrassing and has you whining into Mihawk’s mouth. Begging him to make it stop. Rewarding him for making you feel this good.
“You want me so badly, my dear,” he murmurs. “I hear her crying for me.”
Fuck, you hold his head tightly in your hands and press your lips back to his, kissing him until your chest is burning and slick is dripping to the floor.
When you finally break the kiss, Mihawk presses his forehead against yours. “Mmmh, you t- fuck - you taste delicious.”
His words are warm, but still cooler than the flush on your face.
“Would you like more?” Looking into the haze of his golden eyes, you know the answer.
“Indulge me,” he says with a grin. He’s been waiting for this offer.
Thankfully, in this position, you’re easily able to reach your ankle and the panties dangling there. The thin satin fabric is still damp from holding on to your earlier arousal.
You place them into Mihawk’s mouth, setting the wet fabric against his waiting tongue. His eyes flutter as he sucks on the moisture and breathes deeply. He savors this treat like the finest wine - letting the flavor soak into his spit and the scent fill his head.
With a pleasured groan, he rests his head against yours and continues to suckle your panties. He’ll stay just like that, fucking you at this delicious and frustrating pace until your wonderful taste is all gone.
A/N: I had to restrain myself from making Reader spit into their panties before putting them in Mihawk's mouth (but it's happening in my head). So...yeah. There you go!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Always clings to you no matter what, you can try to put pillows between you and he'll just cling to them instead
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can either wake up the second you leave the bed or sleep like a stone anchored into sand depending on the night
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Don't be alarmed if you wake up to rubbery arms wrapped around you like a hose, he's just making sure you don't fall out of bed or anything
ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you get up to get a drink or something there's a good chance he's gonna follow you for his 5th midnight snack of the night and keep am arm around you the whole time
Zoro
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps like a stone. Unmoving, mostly on his side or on his back, somehow manages to look tense while doing it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he sleeps on his back he loves for you to lay with your head on his chest, or even directly on him if he's comfortable enough. When on his side he prefers to be cradling you from behind
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Probably the most open with affection when he's sleepy, he reaches a point where he's too tired to care about others and openly leans on you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The second you get up to get something he notices, he'll always offer to go with you even if he can barely stay awake while saying so
Law
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He has a terrible time falling asleep. I feel like he'd be the type to constantly be aware of the health of others while hypocritically not acknowledging his own
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You have to practically drag him to a place to sleep whenever he's been up for way too long, which he'll argue about for the longest time
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once he falls asleep, he'll eventually curl around you and hold you tight to his chest. You are now stuck for the rest of the night, his grip while sleeping is surprisingly strong
ᯓᡣ𐭩 In the morning he's gonna complain about being hot despite being the one who refused to stop cuddling you for even a second
Ace
ᯓᡣ𐭩 His body temperature is naturally pretty high. It makes him amazing for cuddles in the winter, but in the summer you might wanna keep a little distance
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Messy sleep schedule. Naps wherever he feels like it and spends a lot of time at night doing sneaky side jobs (mostly breaking into bars) with all the extra energy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps very heavy when he does manage to rest, you can barely wake him for anything and he'll nap far into the afternoon if you don't get him up
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Both fortunately and unfortunately, his favorite way of sleeping is tucked directly into your side, giving a random kiss to your shoulder before he's fully asleep
Sir Crocodile
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pretty average sleep schedule despite how invested in his work he always is. He insists on keeping his mind sharp, and sleep is part of that, though he isn't opposed to an all-nighter now and again
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Not that flexible when it comes to it either— when he says it's time to sleep, you gotta head to bed too. How can you expect to be there for him if you can't even keep awake for yourself?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very light sleeper. The second something is wrong, he'll be up. Unfortunately this also means a night of restful sleep is rare to come by for him more often than not
ᯓᡣ𐭩 His quality of sleep began improving greatly when he started letting you hang onto him, something about reaching out in the middle of the night to feel you close by comforts him
Buggy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Claims he 'doesn't need sleep' and then will only go a few hours past his typical bedtime before absolutely crashing
ᯓᡣ𐭩 A big con of sleeping beside him is he can have cartoonishly loud snores when he's really out cold, and he insists on having you close at all times
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sometimes in the search for the perfect sleep position his limbs will move around in their detached state. It was pretty startling the first few times you woke up to a separated arm or leg hanging onto you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the cons is he let's his hair completely down to sleep and you're the only one that gets to mess with it however you want (though he will playfully complain no matter what)
Mihawk
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps in calculated amounts to keep his mind sharp. He's pretty lenient on when you sleep, but he'll subtly hint to you when he's ready to head to sleep
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He goes to sleep on his side of the bed but always ends up cuddled up to you by the morning. He claims he doesn't know how it keeps happening
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Most times he wakes up way earlier than you do, so by the time you go to find him he's got breakfast ready and did most of the household chores
ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the only times he doesn't look like he's constantly frowning is when he's asleep, it's a unique kind of peaceful others don't see from him, a sight reserved only for you
