Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 7 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?
Trigger warnings/content: Some threatening words, pet names like "doll", swearing, mentioning of death/trauma about the marines
“Hm,” as he sits on his throne, looking down at those pure eyes. Kneeling before his steps, pledging her allegiance to him, her soul, her body, her loyalty, everything to him, it bored him to just watch everyone do the same thing, quietly fearing him, glancing over their shoulder to see if he was there, to take his orders without hesitation.
“So…” ah…another one of these, thinking as he gently scratched the armrest with his hook. Same shit, different people, every.single.day. Slipping into the same routine, not wanting to go out of the habit of the ordinary, because what is the reason? There was none. Everything was boring, it was not fun, no point, it didn’t give him a challenge, no goal in sight, no reward at the end, not even gratification.
“Go help out the others, do what you want, just don’t cause issue fo’me just get out of my sight.”
“Did you want me to pick up some cigars from the village?” Her voice smooth as sand, another futile attempt to kiss his ass, typical of new recruits.
“Do what you want,” avoiding even looking at her. She was merely another pawn within his empire, no one really notable in his mind. Other than his rivals, no one stuck out, it was the same people, interacting with him day in and day out, passing the days as if it was clockwork as days turn into nights, nights turn into weeks, weeks into months, with people coming and going, dying or being taken away. The gentle shuffle of her getting up, bowing as her outfit harmonized with the sound of sand kicking up.
“I see sir,” her voice velvety, soft, gentle like those calm nights. “I shall come back in a few hours to give you a report then.” Typical, just a worthless pawn that won’t be of use to him. Other than a pretty face that can maybe get some money from the village, there was no way she had any potential at Baroque Works. A yawn, and rolling his eyes as he waves his hand before leaning on that same hand, his jaw resting as he stares up at the hole in his ceiling. The blue sky overhead with no clouds in sight, it was bright out, a bird or two flew over, as free as ever. Resting his eyes would only pass by some time before maybe someone brings paperwork, maybe a civilian, treasure, who knows at this point. Rubbing his cheek, the finger running along his scar, breathing in and out, the taste of musk, dust and tobacco flow through his lungs. Slowly ensuring the steady flow of oxygen with the intoxicating taste of bitterness pulsing his veins.
“Boring…” muttering under his breath, his words breathed out with the exhale of smoke. “Hm…what to do now…” his mind wondered what he could do, it’s been awhile since he had any action, both fighting and just touch. Sure, he could take anyone in the village, but many feared him. Though it turned him on to see people trembling in others arms, it was more so how they ran to their partner for comfort, wiping the tears with their fingers as they soothed their emotions by stroking their hair, and yet it wasn’t enough for him to pursue. If only they would melt in his arms, instead of fearing him, he wanted someone to run into his arms for comfort, inhaling in their scent, kissing the top of their head to show protection, knowing their place as they are useless and they have to rely on him. Yet, not one person ran to him for protection, rather, they always ran to him to warn him or tell him something, quickly running away in fear of his reaction, which was overbearing as he was a warlord, now serving under an emperor that he could easily overthrow.
“Sir?” Fluttering his eyes open, the new recruit was before him, her figure in a tight near black navy blue dress. Thin straps decorating her shoulders, doing nothing to hold up the tight dress that hugged her body, the subtle musk, floral perfume, lips dusted with dark red like wine, hair moving subtly as her head tilted up at him as she kneeled on both knees, those lips so sinful that maybe he didn’t see it earlier when she was bowed down earlier. “I got you a gift from the village,” holding a tan satchel, with a purple string tying the top together. “A gift for letting me join.” Humming, there was a lot of doubt this was a true gift to create a simple connection, instead to butter him up to get a higher status.
“Open it then,” his cigar falling from his lips as it dissipates as it hits the ground. Grabbing another cigar from his coat, a simple box adorned with gold as he places another cigar between his lips, lighting it. That addicting taste of tobacco that he craves every waking moment. The crown of her head moves, as she opens the box so seductively, her fingers gently tugging, pulling, her lips parting to softly gasp as the bag opens up. Grabbing a box, she sets the satchel down on the ground gently, opening it with a black lighter with some silver accents. Lighting up his cigar and holding the lighter palm up to offer it to him. Raising his eyebrow, she places it right on his knee, something so casual, yet different. Another item she pulls out, a simple fabric that she runs through her fingers, finally letting it stop on her palm, a silk pale yellow sash that she folds, paying attention to her fingers with every pinch she does with the silk. Standing up, she leans closely, but he doesn’t falter, staring at her face as she moves, steadily breathing to breathe in the familiar scent of his, but that hint of roses twinged his nose. Her arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the sash go around his neck as she tied it. There was a small mark on her upper arm that he definitely did not see earlier, she was trembling, typical of this fragile thing to fear him. He really thought she was different.
“I think it suits you,” her hand tying it and tucking it into his dress shirt, then moving some loose bangs behind his ear. Making sure he was uniform, yet he didn’t protest, no one dared to touch him without asking. Her smile was soft, but he was done with her kissing his ass.
“A'right, what do you want?” Grabbing her wrist with force as her nails trail his sideburns. Her eyebrows arched in question, it irked him that she was toying with him at this point. “If you fear me, then leave me, no need to do such trivial things.” A chuckle, a laugh, it was brighter than the sun above, it was more refreshing than water, his lips felt dry.
“Me? Fear you?” The trembling in her body was no more, he could feel her steady pulse through his palm. “I am smitten with you, it’s only normal for me to follow you with my heart instead of fear.” His grip softened, looking at that wound on her upper arm, it was fresh. His hand grasping her wrist, trailed up to touch it, it was wet, deep, warm, twitching under his touch, he could see fear flash in her eyes.
“Who?” Silence, her demeanor did a complete 180, her eyes darting around. “Tell me the true reason why you are here,” running his thumb over the wound, smearing the blood, but seeing if it pained her. She didn’t speak, getting up to put his hook under her chin, the sash fluttering to the floor, the lighter clattering and opening on the rocksand, tilting her head up. “Stand,” moving immediately to his calling, making her meet his cold eyes that even marines feared. “I said, who?”
“T-the marines sir. They killed my village.”
“So you seek a criminal?” Scoffing, it was like a contract with the sandman, an evil that no one wanted, yet she seeked it. “You do know I can crush you easily, dispose of you where no one could ever find you.” Relaxing into his touch, she leaned forward, letting her body lean against his torso, her breath making his abs feel hot.
“The marines killed with no purpose, they pillage for money-”
“As do I,” growling to see her weak explanation as to why.
“Sir…” her face didn’t move, her nose pressed against his abs, without realizing his hand wrapped around her shoulder to hold her in place. “Though you seem to have everything, it seems you do some things because you still don’t want to lose some companions. Marines still hire anyone, yet you pick out people you want by your side.” Her skin was soft on her shoulder, he wanted to dig his fingers into her shoulder to see her reaction, but part of it was stopping him. He didn’t want her to fear him, she wanted asylum, something many did not want before. “If the marines are corrupt enough to hire pirates to do their dirty work…” He could see her eyes open, her jaw gently resting on his body, her lips peeking into a smile as her lashes opened and closed to keep her tears from pouring out. “Pirates are just doing things to survive, yet you aren’t a savage, you have your reasons for keeping the people you have.”
“Okay lil’ doll, but how do you know I won’t get rid of you like the marines did?”
“Because, you looked at me and let me in here. The marines…they didn’t even look at anyone when they were killed, they feared their leader and feared for their own survival.” Those words sent shivers down their spine. Was that how his underlings viewed him? It made him smile unexpectedly, turning quickly into a frown. Crocodile took a deep breath in, letting the cigar taste burn his throat, letting that taste linger as long as he could. “Plus, maybe we can shake things up a little sir.” Her doe eyes got him, hook line and sinker, literally. Only then did he realize, he was inhaling his cigar at this point, that it was almost a nub already.
“And how on earth would a little fragile doll like you do that?” Her finger curled, beckoning him to come closer. There was something odd, taking orders from someone else, but with her, it felt like first nature, instinct as you will. He leaned in, his face past hers, almost resting on those small shoulders of hers. Her voice is a soft whisper.
“Come closer, I don’t want anyone else to hear,” groaning, he could feel the heat radiation off her cheek onto his cold skin. A wet peck on his cheek, as she stole his nub of a cigar from his lips. Turning, she stole a quick kiss, that warm beckoning smile plastered on her face like a wanted poster. “Maybe I can give you a reason to keep me around, maybe a level head to make sure you aren’t bored like you were earlier.” As if she read him like a book, though this small woman could be easily crushed within his grasp, it felt like she knew him for years, reading his body language, his facial expressions, every groan, rolled eyes, shape of his eyebrows, twisting of his torso, to the angle his face, she knew what he felt. No fear in her heart for him, something that wouldn’t run away from his fingers, being finally careful he wouldn’t break this figure of glass. He stood upright, towering over her, looking at the hole in the ceiling with the sun tinting the sky pink.
“Al’right doll face,” turning his face away to avoid her sunny face. “I’ll work you like a dog.”
“Alright alright Sir, loud and clear,” giggling as she buried her face in his chest, her arms around his waist, hopping back to wave at him, then bowing as she left the room. Things wouldn’t be the same, just maybe he could get used to having something to do, just anticipating that woman’s next move was a mystery in itself, and he was ready to dive in head first, stepping out of bounds just to find out. “Well,” his hand went into his coat to grab his cigar box, only to pull it out and look at it, putting it back into his coat pocket. Glancing at the sash on the floor, hooking the sash with his gold hook, while picking up the black lighter, flickering it on.
“Things just got interesting.”
TW: couple quarrels, oral sex, argument leading to sex, teasing, dom/sub vibes
Word Count: 1.8k
Sitting on the couch together, finishing a movie, the evening could not get much better than this. Spending quality time together was a luxury that did not come often, so you always took advantage of each moment. A deep yawn left Crocodiles mouth, and the chain reaction caused one in you as well. “Well my dear, it’s getting rather late, I think it’s time for us to to get some rest.” He began getting up and heading upstairs to your shared room, “are you coming sweetheart?” He purred as he began nodding off, heavy eyelids getting the best of him. “I’ll be up soon, I’m not quite tired yet but I won’t be long!” You said as you got snuggly with the blanket on the sofa. “Alright,” he mumbled, “but don’t be long. I can’t have you up all night.” You smirked as you nodded, confirming you would follow shortly behind him. The tall man scuffled to the bedroom, hearing the bedroom door click shut.
You quietly went on your phone, catching up on the news and what your friends were up to. While scrolling through social media, you turned on a movie for background noise, and continued reading through various statuses. Not long after you received a text from Crocodile, “come to bed soon.” You rolled your eyes as you messaged back that you would be up later, and continued to thrive in your own little world. While you felt only a few minutes went by, you heard the bedroom door open and footsteps come closer toward you.
“Why are you still awake? I told you to come to bed hours ago.”
Before you could protest, you looked at the time, and your stomach dropped as you confirmed it was not minutes that passed, but hours. You looked at Crocodile apologetically, “I’m so sorry I lost track of time, I’m coming up now,” you muttered, turning off the tv and folding the blanket. “I told you I didn’t want you to have a fucked sleep schedule, and I trusted you to be mature about this, but you’re still wide awake.” The disappointment of his words made your stomach sink lower, nearly falling into the floor. You knew he was not angry at you, but causing the let down felt even worse than yelling.
“No. You’re not coming up now.” You were confused at his response, “wait what? Why not?”
“Because you’ll be sleeping down here tonight. You wanted to be alone on the couch all night long, instead of with me during one of the few occasions that I’m home, so may as well finish your time,” Crocodile murmured as he turned around to go back to bed. “You won’t be allowed in until the morning.”
Still perplexed at his sudden change in attitude, you weren’t sure what to say. Maybe he was just tired and trying to act brave, or maybe he was being heavily sarcastic and dry, as it was his type of humor. You scoffed and smiled as you finished tidying up and began walking toward your shared room.
The deep voice whispered harshly, “don’t piss me off. I told you the rules, this is your consequence.” Your scoff turned to a frown, believing he was overreacting. “Consequence? For not coming to bed right away? Those types of things shouldn’t exist. Come on just let me through, you wouldn’t actually lock me out of our bed.” Calling his bluff, you tried to get by his large figure to get to the room. His arm extended out, blocking your path, “you will listen to me, and if you don’t, you will have harsher punishments. You need proper sleep, but you should also think of me and be considerate.”
Crocodile quickly formed to a gust of sand and rushed to the room, closing and locking the door. Hearing the click gave you goosebumps and a hard lump in your throat. “He was serious..?” You thought to yourself.
“If you listen and be good, you’ll get a reward in the morning,” his voice mumbled through the door. “Babe please let me in,” you softly pleaded as you knocked on the door. “No my dear. I have to stay strict with you, or how will you learn?” He asked, the door remaining closed. “Besides, this is nothing. We both know I can punish much more painful than this.”
You were surprised at his demeanor, sure you were being selfish by staying awake away from your love, but was all of this worth his attitude and penalty? “What… what else would there be?” You asked cautiously.
“You don’t want to find out.”
Your stomach dropped again, unsure if it was due to disappointing him or aroused by his words. Tears began to form in your eyes as feeling inferior to him was the worst to experience, regardless of severity. You knocked on the door again, “please… just let me in.”
“My dear, I’m strict for your own good.” A tear fell down your cheek, the lump in your throat was feeling heavier, and your knees became weak. “So be my good girl and behave, I know you do not like this right now, but you will eventually. I’m doing my job, now go.”
Hearing him dismiss you so easily was overwhelming, you were saddened by how simply he let you go, but you weren’t afraid of a challenge. You did not believe this treatment was fair and you were not going to take this so quickly.
Your soft knocks on the door formed into bangs. Your fist hitting the door, demanding for Crocodile to let you in. “Babe. Come on this is ridiculous, you are overreacting. Just let me in!”
Your feet began to tingle as if you were standing on a different texture. You look down as sand pooled on the ground and rose to your ankles. The lock clicked and the door slowly creaked open, but before you could take a look inside, the sand pulled your body into the room. The door slammed behind you and the sand released your ankles as it formed back into Crocodile, his large body peering over your small stature. Your eyes widened at the new situation you’ve gotten into, “oh shit,” you thought to yourself.
His hand softly caressed your cheek, wiping a tear that fell from your eye, whispering, “you’re such a stubborn little thing, you really need to learn how to listen.” He followed the threat with a kiss on the cheek. His words and body language were terribly confusing and you were unsure how to respond. All you could mutter was a pathetic “w-what?”
Crocodile leaned down, meeting you at eye level, staring through your soul, “maybe you need to learn a lesson on respect.”
Your eyes widened as he pulled you close to your bed, he sat down and motioned for you to go to the floor. His pajama pants came down as you dropped to the floor, his cock already hard and dripping with precum. Without any words exchanged, you began sucking him off as your underwear got wetter from his power. The salt hits your tongue as his dick fills your mouth easily, you barely have to move before it touches the back of your throat. You’re relaxed while you bob your head up and down, more aroused with each moan leaving Crocodiles chest.
His cock twitched as your tongue swirled around him, your warmth completely surrounding it and you could feel his breathing speed up. You continued your pace while your tongue did more tricks, licking and flicking the top of his member then quickly encircling him and back again. He placed his hook gently on your head, slight pressure to hold you still as his hips bucked into your mouth. Your tongue danced around him while you bounced and sucked, allowing him to go as deep as he can.
Only a few moments passed before he was about to finish, but he pulled out and instructed you to get on the bed. Smiling at his hard, wet cock and his lustful eyes, you followed his orders, removed your pants and soaked underwear, and spread your legs. Without hesitation, Crocodile climbed on top and thrusted into you, your hole was begging for him.
He entered you so easily, you looked so needy under him as you moaned his name.
Crocodile… Crocodile…
Hearing his name made him push harder into you, pleasure overflowing your body as goosebumps rushed down your skin. His rhythm sped up with each moan you released and with his size, you couldn’t keep quiet. You could feel yourself climbing closer and closer to your end, you began moving in sync with your sand-lover, trying to fuck him as fast and deep as possible. His cock never failed to hypnotize you into a paralytic state, he was all you could think about.
As Crocodile sped up, you saw his eyes close tightly and his chest rapidly moved with shallow breaths. Your legs started to cramp from keeping them spread but you persisted to feel the waves of pleasure his cock granted you. Your moans intertwined and echoed through your home, even past the closed door, his name stained in your throat.
“Oh Crocodile… CROCODILE!!!”
His ego bubbled over hearing his name come from your aroused self, with only a few more thrusts he finished inside you. His warmth filled you up, marking you from the inside, making you truly his. Claiming you in such a sensual way was overwhelming, you were so close to your orgasm. Your body shuddered as the feeling crept closer and closer. As you felt it building, Crocodile pulled himself out.
“Wha- what are you doing?” You asked, squirming and needing your release. With a devilish smile, Crocodile’s sand wrapped around your wrists, mimicking rope, and sticking to the headboard. You laid there, fully exposed, aroused, frustrated, and unable to do anything.
Crocodile leaned in close, his expression caused a shutter to travel down your spine. His golden eyes looked directly into yours, “You made me wait for you, so now you will wait for me.” He kissed your forehead as he got dressed and headed for the door. “Wait where are you going??” You asked, both with surprise and panic. “Downstairs to sleep, it’s late and I’m very tired,” he replied sheepishly. “But… wait, no! You can’t just leave me here like this!” you exclaimed on the verge of tears, the frustration was becoming too much for you, especially that you couldn’t touch yourself.
With a sly smile, Crocodile replied, “and how is that my problem?” He chuckled sinfully as he left and shut the door behind him.
