#buggy x gn reader

[everlastingauthor]

Hi! This is my first time seeing your blog and it looks amazing! I was wondering do you take writing requests? If you don't, it's okay. I was wondering how would Shanks react if someone insulted his lover by saying "You shouldn't have been born" or "Your existence causes a lot of suffering" to them? How would the Red-Haired pirates react?

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➣ Tags: Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy, Gender Neutral Reader, Insults, Angst, Abuse, & Comfort

➣ Media: One Piece

➣ Request Open: ☑Yes | No

➣ Author's Note: Almost crashed out because I originally written this earlier and was happily about to post it only for Tumblr to say bad connection and delete my process, I was about to just do it tomorrow but I'm not going to let Tumblr make me crash out. So here's the request I decided to throw in Mihawk and Buggy. If you like my content follow me, if you like this silly fic then heart, comment, and share. Please do not re upload my work anywhere else or feed it an ai bot.

Shanks

You had been shopping in town with Shanks, you wanted to get some supplies and food for the ship since the crew would be set sailing tonight, and you of course always set sail with your strawberry colored haired boyfriend. You decide to make creamy garlic chicken and roasted vegetables for the crew tonight, as you and Shanks walked through the market, you walked up to a fruit stand seeing the delicious peaches and oranges, fruits were definitely high on the list and you could make a nice peach pie for dessert. " How can I help you? " The man said, but you and fruit seller both froze up when your gaze locked on each other. This fruit seller was an old boyfriend of yours someone that you broke with because they were toxic and controlling, you couldn't handle their cruel words or trying to control every aspect of your life, and whenever you tried to breakup with them, they would break down and gaslight you into staying trapped in the relationship, so that instead of breaking up you ran away from them. Five months later and you were in a relationship with Shanks. " [Reader] " The fruit seller named Mark's tone was cold. You turned towards Shank and gave a weary smile. " Let's go get fruit from a different stand. " You asked, a bit of pleading in your voice.

Shanks could sense your discomfort and nodded his head, as you and Shanks began walking away Mark spoke out again. " Go ahead run away, like you always do like you did from us that's your existence causes a lot of suffering, you caused me a lot of suffering! " Mark's voice filled with anger and distaste. You stopped in your tracks and shoved the bags into Shanks arms along with the list, if there's one thing Shanks knew about you is that you didn't let anyone get away with talking shit to you, so he watched as you stomped up to the fruit stand to confront your ex. " Suffering? I caused you suffering!? I ran off because you were a selfish bastard and a control freak, so of course I ran away because I couldn't have a normal breakup or relationship with you! " You pressed down on your words believing each one. " I'm glad I ran away because I found someone way greater than you, I pray the next person you get with doesn't have to witness the pain and horrors you cause to feel so big. " With that you turned away and walked off.

Shanks watched as you took the bags and list from his hands and walked away, Shanks knew with how heated you were that you would forget the fruit, so he walked up to Mark's stand and began putting fruit in the bag as Mark stood there fuming. " That's my [Reader] always fierce and doesn't let anyone push her around, but be glad that they went off your with words, because I wouldn't use words but I don't want to ruin this amazing market or this delicious looking fruit. Hopefully your next relationship is as fresh and healthy as these oranges. " Shanks grinned placing the right amount of berries into Mark's hand. " Have a good day. " Shanks walked away catching up with you. Back at the ship he let you vent your frustrations and feelings, as you two cuddled in bed.

Buggy

You had been dating Buggy was quite a while, you joined his crew after he fell in love with your humor and eyes. Oh how your jokes made him laugh until his sides hurt and he could always get lost in your eyes. While Buggy loved having you on board some of the crews members didn't especially Micheal, he couldn't handle Buggy's favoritism over you. How Buggy didn't give you much to do, yell at you, or let you sleep in for however long you wanted. Michael also found your talkative behavior and jokes annoying, he sometimes wished that whenever the ship was attacked that you would die first. While Buggy was making plans with some crew members, you went to go get some sun on your skin. Micheal and three other crew members named Slice, Molly, and Apollo were playing cards, you wanted in on the game and asked to join of course Molly and Apollo told you to hop on it, Micheal rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. As the game began you were on a wining streak always having good cards and a good poker face. Once in awhile you would tell jokes that would make Apollo and Molly laugh, but Micheal didn't he just tried to bite his tongue.

But this didn't last long especially when you kept beating Micheal. " Well, I guess that's game looks like my ability at cards is unmatched. " You grinned proudly as Apollo and Molly congratulate you for winning but Micheal sat there pouting like a child who just got their candy taken away. " Aw, come on Mikey turn that smile upside down it's just a game, you'll win next time just not against me. " You teased. " Just shut up already, you are so damn annoying, I only tolerate you because of Captain Buggy this ship would be so much more peaceful and better, if you weren't born you shouldn't have been born! " Micheal yelled. You sat there stunned with Molly and Apollo, tears began pricking in your eyes as you ran off. Micheal didn't care that he made you cry but when he saw Apollo and Molly's scared faces looking at something behind him, he turned around but it wasn't something but someone. It was Buggy with a cold look and a snarl, Micheal swallowed hard and tried to explain himself even tried to get Molly and Micheal to back him up but those two were gone, it was just Micheal and Buggy.

Buggy eventually found you in the the cabin that you two shared, crying into a pillow on your side of the bed, Buggy laid down pulled you close to him. " You're not annoying and I'm glad you were born sugarplum, you make me the happiest clown through the entire sea, Michael has lost left our circus business and will no longer bother you ever again~ " Buggy rubbed your back. You knew what that meant and buried your face in Buggy's chest appreciating your boyfriend's comfort.

Mihawk

You were once a marine but only because your mother wanted you to follow in her footsteps, she would push you so hard to the point it became abuse, so when you finally became a marine. You came across Mihawk and the two of you fell in love, of course your mother would never approve, she already wanted to set you up with another marine that was up to her standards. Your mother never forgave you for running away with Mihawk and your position at the marines, but you couldn't care less you were happy with Mihawk and he was happy with you. Since you and Mihawk had been dating for a long time, your anniversary was on Friday and Mihawk planned to take you out to dinner, the two of you helped each other get ready and arrived at the restaurant, it was beautiful and the food smelled delicious. " They say this place as the best wine, I'll be the judge of that. " Mihawk said pulling out your chair. You rolled your eyes, knowing how much your boyfriend loved wine. As you picked up your menu to look, you froze up hearing a familiar voice at the table. You turned your head seeing your mother drinking with some marines, your mother noticed your gaze and the two of you stared at each. You turned your head away quickly and focused on your menu well tried to focus and calm yourself. " Are you okay dearest? " Mihawk asked.

You nodded your head. " Yes, I'm fine let's just order. " You gave a weary smile. Mihawk could tell you weren't fine but didn't press the manner he would ask when you are both back home, the two of you went through dinner talking and laughing you had forgotten about your mother. Once you and Mihawk finished dinner and dessert, you two were ready to head home. As you guys waited for the check, your mother walked over intoxicated on whatever she was drinking, as her icy cold glare was on you. " Oh, look its the two love birds. " Your mother held onto the table leaning in close to you as you shrank in your seat. " I see you and him are still together when you could have been with Tony, your existence causes me a lot of suffering more than when I birthed you, you shouldn't have been more you ungrateful little - " Your mother words were cut short as Mihawk had his sword at her neck. " I would refrain from talking to my partner in such a manner unless you want to lay across this table like a check. " Mihawk withdrew his sword as your mother stood there trembling, Mihawk walked over to you. " Let's go [Reader]. " Mihawk offered his hand as the two of you left, Mihawk told you the whole night how much you mean to him and that he was grateful you came into existence.

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Cackling Carousel — [Live Action] Buggy x GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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The sounds of the sea went on outside the Big Top, waves moving being the best white noise for one traveling on sea. You worked with parchment and ink to try and chart out some sense of a feasible schedule— the captain sure didn't know how to do such. Familiar distant noises of chatter caught your ears as you did your best to write in a constantly-swaying seat, waves tilting the ship ever so slightly against the tides. Your ears picked up the sound of slightly heavier boots approaching, coming right up to the door of your room. You could already tell who was on the other side, but it amused you how you heard the door being opened with an attempt at stealth.

"Hey pal," a familiar voice rang out from behind you "Mind lending me a hand?". You suppressed a chuckle before responding, "Captain, if I turn around to see a floating hand for the third time today...". You purposely left it open-ended, a small sound of moving air coming from behind you after a pause. Footsteps came again, and Captain Buggy sat on the side of your bed that directly faced your desk. He leaned against it, rubbing his recently reattached wrist and grumbling in disappointment "You're really no fun, you know that?" He frowned. Unusually enough, his large jacket was missing, leaving just his sleeveless striped shirt. You chuckled, rolling up your paper "It's not like you to go for low-hanging fruit like that, are you feeling alright?" You joked.

"You come up with that one yourself?" Buggy replied sarcastically "Fruit, 'ha-ha', good one. 2/10". You snickered, standing from your seat. Despite his offended tone, the clown gestured the spot next to him with a pat in invitation. You sat down beside him, leaning against his shoulder. "Thank you, I come up with my best work when you're here" you said. "Don't get cute, I'm here on work" Buggy responded, attempting to keep up a serious facade. You could see right through him, but it was always good fun to play along with his acts. "Oh? Well what troubles you, captain? Is the ship well?" You asked with faux concern.

"Ship's fine, never better, nice and buoyant" Buggy said. He then wrapped an arm around your shoulders "It's your dear old captian that's in peril". "Oh, how terrible" you responded, biting back a laugh "Whatever can I do to help?". Buggy suddenly leaned back from you, scooting back further on the bed. You watched as he laid down, opening up an arm. You huffed in amusement, sliding in next to him. He tended to be a little insistent when it came to quality time, but by now you'd long gotten used to it. He was a man of attention, it came with the package.

You helped Buggy remove his hat, pausing when you got to the fabric beneath that covered his head. You glanced down to him, silently looking for permission. Buggy gave you a mumbled, "Go 'head", and you took the opportunity to uncover his hair. Once you put his things to the side, you had to brush it down a bit with your hands. In your opinion it was rather beautiful when down, long and such a nice shade of blue that complimented the clown so well. But it did always look a little hellish when not brushed, and Buggy wasn't exactly notorious for his cleanliness. He seemed unamused as you tried to fix it up, eventually lightly swatting your hand off of his head "Cut it out, it looks fine".

You gave him a small smile, curling up into his side for comfort. You could feel the tension leaving his form as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest. "That's better" he mumbled, pressing his large red nose into your hair and nuzzling into you. "Comfortable, love?" You asked, and Buggy gave a lazy nod in reply "Mhmgh. Never better". You reached a hand up to card through the clown's long hair again, this time teasing his scalp with your fingers. He let himself melt into you, softening considerably at the attention.

"You've done so much, rest up" you murmured to him "Can't have the star of the show out, after all". Buggy let out a satisfied hum, leaning his head up into your hand "Of course not, you all wouldn't make it five minutes into an act without me". He tilted his head enough to give you a confident grin "Sorry babe, but those other guys... well, you've seen em". You chuckled, pecking the corner of his mouth "Exactly. So enough talk, okay?". "I see how it is, alright" Buggy replied, exaggerating a sense of offense as he held you closer "You're lucky I love you, you know that?" He said playfully. "Hmm, maybe" you replied.

Buggy nearly shot up where he sat "Maybe? Maybe?? You're with the Buggy the Star Clown, and you only maybe love me?". "Love, come on-" you said, gently pulling him back into your arms "Of course I love you, I was teasing". "Better be" Buggy grumbled, scooting back into your embrace. His ego and pride were fragile things, as you'd come to learn. Though his over-the-top reactions could be funny at times, you knew it stemmed from a sense of insecurity. He was getting better about it, but you still avoided certain topics just in case.

You felt the soft pressure of lips on your cheek, Buggy holding you around the waist. "Sorry," he said gently "M'not mad at ya". You pecked his forehead in return, leaning your head against his. "It's okay, love" you replied. A break didn't seem too bad, the papers could wait. The very second he tucked his head under your chin, you were a goner. You let your eyes slide shut for the moment, being held in a tight, comforting grip.

[buggyposting]

Do you honk?

Pairing - You x Buggy

Length - 560 words

Summary: You make Buggy honk during sex

Rated - Explicit 💦 🔞🔞

Tags - Plot What Plot, Dirty Talk, Light D/s, Mean Dom! G/N Reader x Sub! Buggy, Overstimulation, Fluff

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You reached out a hand to Buggy's face. "I love your nose," you said. "Does it honk?"

Buggy pushed your hand away. "What are you talking about?" he snapped. "Of course it doesn't honk, it's just a nose! It's my nose."

You smiled. "Such a cute clown nose."

"Shut up." Buggy blushed prettily.

You watched him hungrily. "I bet I can make you honk, clown."

"I… I don't honk," Buggy protested.

You chuckled slyly. "You weren't listening, baby boy." You leaned in closer, bracketing Buggy with your arms. "I said, I can make you."

Buggy swallowed. "Oh," he said, as the blush rose in his cheeks.

~*~

You took Buggy to bed. You had him on his back, naked and legs spread as you had your way with him.

Buggy didn't protest (much), he was such a needy little sub. His hands scrunched in the bed sheets as he moaned in pleasure while you had two fingers up his ass and your other hand around his thick cock, jacking him slowly.

Buggy's long blue hair spread around on the white pillowcase as he threw his head back on a strangled moan.

"You close, baby boy?" You asked.

Buggy whimpered a yes.

You grinned down at him. "Let me hear it, clown. I want to hear you honk."

"Wh-what?" Buggy gasped. "I don't… I don't…?"

"Come on." You twisted your fingers in his ass and nailed his prostate.

Buggy cried out, his body tensing up.

You shifted your hand and gripped the base of his cock, cutting off his release early.

"Hey!" Buggy complained. "What gives?"  

"You don't come until I hear you honk," you ordered. "Now honk for me, you sexy clown."

"Fuck," Buggy murmured. He was a sweat damp and very pretty mess upon the sheets. He was so desperate to come, and he swallowed his pride.

"Honk," he murmured, the softest of whispers.

You grinned proudly. "Louder," you said, as you curled your fingers and nailed his prostate once again.

"Ah!" Buggy cried out. "Honk!" he gasped.

"Good boy," you said, easing your grip on his cock and jacking him with swift, slick motions. You fingered his sweet spot again and watched him come apart in your hands. "Let me hear you, clown," you ordered.

"Honk," Buggy sobbed, coming in great spurts. "Honk, honk… oh, fuck."

"That's it," you soothed. 

Ribbons of white come painted his abdomen and your hands. You slid your hand up to the head of his cock and thumbed the slit. "I think you got one more honk left in you, baby."

"No, please," Buggy begged.

He didn't use the safe word so you didn't cease. You curled your fingers in his ass to wring one more orgasm out of him.

"Ah!" he cried out.

"Honk for me, clown," you ordered, holding his cock as it spilled once again.

"Honk!" he groaned, utterly wrecked.

You milked every last drop before your beloved clown collapsed sweaty and spent upon the mattress, gasping for breath.

"See, I knew I could make you honk," you said smugly.

Buggy flipped over onto his front and buried his face into the pillow to hide his blush. "Don't you dare tell anyone," he said, voice muffled.

"Not to worry, baby boy," you replied, and smacked his bare ass just to hear him whimper with pleasure. "It will be our little secret."

[xxkitty13]

The Abandoned

Buggy x GN Reader

NSFW

Only a few minutes in and you’re already lost. You and your friends venture out to abandoned places and explore what’s left of them. Today was no different. One of your friends found a theme park near the coastline hours away from home. The ride was a long one and everyone was itching to stretch their legs. You were the last one to leave the car as the group ran off to the old theme park.

You had stood near the car, eyeing the rusting Ferris wheel that creaked every so often. You go after your friends that rushed through the front gates. Surprisingly, it was not boarded off. Only ripped police tape hanged from the side of the old gates. An old warning sign barely stuck to one door of the gate; it says "KEEP OUT" in bold red letters. This was not alarming as many places would write ominous messages to keep people out, it never worked.

You walked in and tried to find your friends that ventured deeper into the park. It was strange, they shouldn't have gone that far, but their voices become faint. You had picked up your pace to catch up, but again, no one appeared in sight. Now your heard nobody, but the creaks of the old machinery that moved with the low wind. You head to the boardwalk that lined against the coast. The waves crashed harshly against the rocks below, the water dark blue and deep. The fine salt stacked on your face as the force of the waves send it out to the land. You looked at the sun, it was setting, darkness will arrive.

The night will make it difficult to see and you began to feel weary. Your friends must be nearby, they wouldn't leave you alone. You turn back to face the park, broken down stands and amusement rides occupied the dirty place. You headed back in the chaotic mess and went to search for your friends. Up, down, left, right, nothing but trashed booths. Each step became less stable and heavier. Your head snaped in every direction, eyes frantically looking out for any signs of a human figure. Still, nothing. You sighed; it was no time to panic. The best choice was to go back to the car and wait for their return.

You started to head back to the front gates, but every time you made progress, it felt like you returned to the same spot. Again, you felt yourself become frantic, but you remained calm. You took note of the stands and rides and walked to the front gate. It seemed like everything was going alright, but that's when it hit you. The same fry stand with the broken window and the "hit the bottle" game were the same ones from your starting point. It couldn't be right. You breathed in and out, you were just lost. That was all.

Now realizing that you are lost, you took a few breathers to relax your mind. You decide to take another route and so you did. Going right, you walk deeper into the maze of the theme park. The ambiance is eerie, the ocean winds send shivers down your spine. Goosebumps line your skin, making the cold unbearable. To your luck, you stumble upon a circus tent. It will make great shelter from the decreasing temperature of the night.

It is large, with red and white stripes. Gashes mark the worn-out tarp, but you didn't think too much about it, getting out of the cold is your top priority. You find an opening to the circus tent and head inside; you are relieved from the blasting winds and feel yourself warm up. Despite being in the warmth, being alone in the dark is no better. You look around the area you were in, it seems to be a vacant storage room. A box filled with old puppets catch your attention. Clowns, they were all broken and dusty, each more unique than the last. You grab one from the box, it is basically coming apart in your hand. It is oddly creepy, those vivid eyes stare inside your soul, you feel uneasy holding it and place back where it belonged.

A creak startled you, making the puppet drop to the floor. The head shattered; it must have been made of porcelain. You look at the poor puppet, at least it is out of its misery. Your eyes wander to a table, a flashlight sits on top of it. You grab it in hopes that it works, you press down on the button and a low yellow light shines out. "Good," you say.

You flash the light around the room and see two curtains that hide the opening out. You walk towards it and move the sheets out the way, the light barely helped out. The void in front of you appears to be the backstage of the circus. Moving the flashlight around, you see the spiderwebs decorate what's left of the place. You walk deeper in the abyss and scan the light across the open space. The light scanned over another room; two red dots caught your attention. You flash back to the room, and nothing is there.

You think nothing of it and continue down your path. The air seems to be getting colder. Strange, the other room felt pretty warm, shouldn't everything be the same temperature? You weren't sure, but maybe there is a large hole in the tent nearby. Then, a loud knock startled you. It was not a random sound; three distinctive knocks had sounded off. You stop in your tracks and flash the light in everything in sight. Again, nothing.

Sounds of footsteps creaked from behind, you look back and no one was there. You feel yourself become cold as sweat runs down from your forehead. Suddenly, a black shadow dashed from one end of the walls to the next. It was not your imagination; you are not alone. You take a couple of steps back and run out of the area.

Trailing footsteps become louder, you quickly turn off the flashlight and hid behind a pile of cardboard boxes. The steps stop and a lingering silence surrounds you. Who is tracking your movement? Could it be a homeless person who made this tent its home? You convince yourself that it was the reason.

You realize that your breathing is heavy, the huffing is awfully loud. Trying your best to slow the labored breaths, you take a peek from behind one of the boxes. It is absolutely dark, using the flashlight will pinpoint the person to your location. You shouldn't be scared, no one should be on this park. It is obviously your friends playing a sick prank on you. Of course, that's why you couldn't find them earlier. It's just a prank. . . right?

"Hello. . ." you whisper out.

Ringing silence fills your ears. "Hello?" No one answered. You become desperate. "Guys! This isn't funny. You can come out now."

You turn the flashlight on, dust particles arise from the low light and an empty hallway is all you see. Something in particular catches your eye, deep withing the darkness, you see two red dots. The same ones from earlier, but before you could take a closer look, the light started to fade away. "Shit." You bang the flashlight to getting to work again and soon enough, the light returned. As soon as you start to point it in front of you, something grabbed onto your shoulder.

You scream, it was definitely a hand. You dare not to look back and dashed from behind the boxes. In a panic, you had dropped the flashlight, there is no other way to see around. You only run, adrenaline pumping through your blood vessels, in hopes to find a way out. You stumble upon a small closet and immediate hid inside. Your body slumps against the wall, trembling from fear. Tears run down your clammy cheeks, all you wanted is to be home, safe and sound.

Tears turn into uncontrolled sobs; you didn’t notice the closet door creak open. Something taps your shoulder; you are curled into a ball and decide to keep that form. Another tap is felt, it is gentle. You muster up the courage to look out from your arms, there's a bit of light. At first, your vision is blurry from the tears, but you rub it off. Your eyes flutter and in front of you stands a mime.

His creepy poker face startles you a bit. He extends his arm and presents you a small flower, a daisy. You stop your sobbing and look at the mime. He smiles, breaking character for a moment and urges you to stop crying. You accept the flower and hold onto it dearly. The mime’s age is hard to tell, he is of average height, lean, and a bit slinky. He wears a typical mime attire, black and white striped shirt, black overalls and the beret finishing the outfit. Could he be the one following you? That would explain it, he can't speak.

He points at you and waves to follow after him. The man seems friendly enough to trust. Either way, what other choice do you have. You get off the floor and place the flower on your ear. The mime takes you to an open area and quickly brings you a seat. He goes to pull out a small stool a few feet in front of you. He stands on it and begins his mime act. It is silly of course; you've never seen a performance in person. The mime waits for your approval, and you clap at the end. As much as you enjoyed his company, you had to find your friends.

“This is great and all, but I was hoping you could show me a way out.”

The mime’s face drops. It scared you. The man's demeanor changed quickly, too quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just really need to get back to my friends."

The mime only stares at you with its creepy poker face. It unsettled you. "Can you point me the way out?" you say, getting up from the seat. He doesn't move an inch. You start to feel uneasy, he probably wanted to continue his act, but you had no time for that.

"Forget it, I'll find my way out." Before you could take a step, something heavy strikes you on the back of your head. A loud ring echoes all around you, the last thing you see is the uncanny smile of the mime, waving you goodnight. Then, everything went black.

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You feel dizzy, stumbling within the darkness that surrounds you. A massive headache breaks you out of your trance. Your head throbs violently, almost feeling like it could split open. You try to touch your head, but your arm wouldn't budge. You try with your other arm, and it's the same. You open your eyes, vision blurry, to a dim-lit area. It is light enough to see around you. Getting a better sense of your surroundings, you noticed that your body is restrained.

You lay on the cold floor with all your limbs tied up. You immediately panic, who could have done this to you? Millions of question pop in your head, nothing made sense. You remembered the last thing you saw before you blacked out— the mime. You look around for him, but there is no one in sight.

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

A spotlight shines on a curtain not too far away from you. The curtain opens revealing a figure. With the stinging pain, your mind couldn't process what it is.

"Well, well, well. . . it appears that we have a guest for our little show," a voice calls out.

The figure walks out to the spotlight and stands before you. With the beaming light, you are unable to see who the person is. The voice is deep and sounds masculine, is it the mime?

"Who are you? Why am I tied up?" you ask.

The person only laughs and squats down to face you. "Who am I?" he chuckles. "I am the world's greatest entertainer. Buggy, Buggy the Clown."

"Clown. . ?"

His face moves away from the spotlight. A large red nose appears first, drawing your attention. Red paint is smudged all over his mouth, blue triangles decorate his magnificent eyes, and strangely enough, cross bones cover his forehead. You eye him up and down, he is no typical clown, he's basically a pirate, the hat seals it.

He noticed your confused look and tilts his head in amusement.

"A little birdy told me that someone wanted to leave the show early. That I can't allow."

"What do you mean?"

The mime from before jumps from behind the pirate-clown. Buggy wraps his arm around him. “My friend became upset after you wanted to leave his performance. Do you know how rude that is?”

“I didn’t mean to upset him. I just need to find my friends, I don’t know where they’re at.”

“Oh darling, if they were truly your friends, they wouldn’t have left you in the first place.”

You gasp. They did leave without you, but this is usual. Everytime the group explored places, no one was left behind. So why is it different this time? Nothing made sense. Most importantly, who are these people in front of you?

“N-no, they wouldn’t leave me. Something must have happened.”

The clown eyes darkened, but quickly reverts back to normal. You caught it in time, you have a feeling he knows something. “Well, one thing for sure, they’re not here.”

“What do you want from me? Release me.”

“Like I said before, my mime is upset.”

“So?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You will stay for our show. It’s been a while since we had an audience.”

You look around, they had you inside the ring, but there is no one else. Buggy grabs your body and sits you by the bleachers on the other side of the ring.

“Can you at least untie me?”

“Why? So can leave? I don’t think so," he scoffs. He leaves you be and goes back to the middle of the ring. You take the opportunity to look around you, there must be a way out. Trash and other rubble are scattered across the bleachers. An idea comes to mind, there must be a shard of glass around. You see one of the perfect size from the corner of your eye. Buggy's back is turned towards you and so is the mime's. You slowly scoot to the glass; it is a good thing your hands are tied in front of you to pick it up from the ground.

You quickly returned to your spot before the clown turned to face you. The glass is extremely sharp, you are careful to hide it in your hands. The clown goes behind the curtain with the mime, you start to carefully cut the rope that binds your wrist. Once it breaks, you cut the rope on your lower limps. The lights fade, making the ring darker. Even though you had no idea where to run, you get on your knees and use the border of the ring’s wall to crawl. You make it to the end of the bleachers and see an open hole behind them. The spotlight turns on right before you make your escape.

The curtain opens up to reveal Buggy. "Welcome to-" he stops midsentence when he realized you were no longer in your seat. He throws his hat to the ground and stomps on it. "NO! You won't leave me like the rest!" He grabs the hidden knives from within his coat and throws them across the ring. He drops to his knees and proceeds to stab his hat. He continues to stab before he suddenly stops, laughing out loud. His hand runs below his bandana, removing it off his head, making his long hair drop down his back.

The clown sits there in silence, pulling on his hair. "No, you won't leave." He smooths his long hair back and gets up from the dirty ground. His eyes trail to his shredded hat, he huffs and picks the dagger next to it. "I'll make sure you can't leave."

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You had no idea where you were going. The material that makes the tent is tougher than you thought, you can't tear your way out.

“I found you,” Buggy coos, pointing a knife at you.

“What are you going to do with that?” you managed to speak out.

His lips form a wicked smile. “Let’s play a game. You and me.” He twirls the blade around his fingers, teasing a dangerous play. The clown takes a step forward, and you bolt out of there. As you run, all you hear is dreadful laughter trailing behind.

He's sick.

You wish you never agreed to come with your friends. Did they really abandon you? Or maybe he had something to do with it. Maybe it was a game from the start, and you are his final victim.

Fear spreads throughout your body, you will die here. Your body begins to stumble, legs shaking at every stride. The sounds of his heavy boots grew close and any second, he will catch up. You run and run; the spacious tent never seemed to end. The few candles that lit up the space added no light, the broken objects that scattered your path almost throw you down. You start to gain distance from the psycho man and just when you got hope, it was all gone.

A dead end.

"No, it can't be. . ." your voice trembles.

"You got nowhere to go little birdie," Buggy snickers.

He purposely takes one step at a time, enjoying your terrified expression. Despite knowing your end, instinct drives you to back up to the wall. You look all around you for a final way to escape, but there is no other way, you are trapped. Your breath is shaky and labored. "Will it hurt?" you quivered, eyes begging for mercy.

The clown is now centimeters away from you, his large red nose barely gliding against your own. You feel his hot breath blow down your neck, it is too close for comfort. He presses the side of the knife on your thigh, he slides it up your torso and near your jugular. The sharp point presses against your delicate skin, almost cutting you.

"I don't know, will it?" he whispers out.

Buggy eyes you up and down, getting a closer look at your features. He tilts his head, finding you amusing. He removes the blade from your neck and throws it to the ground. Instead, he uses his gloved hand to grip your throat. It catches you off-guard, you try to get a hold of his hand, but he forcefully grabs your wrists.

"I have something else in mind."

Neither one breaks eye contact, his intense green orbs take ahold of you. He reels your body against his. You can tell he is built, even with the layer of clothing, his muscles are solid. You shake the thought away; it is no time to check out your perpetrator.

"I was never planning on hurting you. It was only fun to frighten you."

Hearing those words, felt like a slap to the face. This psychopath played a sickening game after all.

You wiggle out of his arms. "What's wrong with you!? Let me go!"

His grip tightens. He slams you against the wall and grunts, "I'm not letting you go. You won't leave like the rest!" His eyes hint an expression of anger and despair.

Curiosity fills your mind, what does he mean by that? What is the clown's past? What is he doing in a vacant park?

Suddenly, you feel your shirt drench with hot drops of water. Only it wasn't water, but tears, tears from the man who holds you against the wall. His grip loosens and you are free from the hard pressure. You are puzzled by his sobbing. The clown holds onto your shirt and leans his head against your chest. You stand there, unsure on what to do.

"Don't leave, please. . ." he sobs.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand. . ."

Buggy stops his cries, cleaning his wet face, and releases his hands off of your shirt. "We've been alone for such a long time. . ." He turns his head away, taking a look at the worn-down tent. "We used to have hundreds of faces every day. . . never ending praise,"—he pauses— "oh, how did they love our show."

It slowly started to click. The mime, the show, the anger, just to entertain one person. It meant the world to them.

"You only wanted to perform. I would have stayed to watch if it wasn't for my missing friends. . ."

Buggy looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Did they abandon you too?”

Your thoughts linger to that question. It’s the second time he’s mentioned it. You are starting to think that it’s true, where are they? Did they secretly plot to leave you?

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t abandon you.”

You instantly blush. “You wouldn’t?”

The clown grabs your hand. “Let me give you a performance of a lifetime.” His eyes entrance you, filled with lust. Now that the adrenaline wore off, you are able to capture the man’s handsome features. As crazy as it sounds, doing it with a clown doesn’t seem so bad. After all, you needed to let go of some stress.

“Please, I hope to make up for the chase.”

He seems desperate. You weren’t entirely sure why you would agree. The man was on the verge of a mental breakdown. You look at the knife on the ground. He said he wasn’t going to kill you, but did he mean it? Either way, saying no wouldn’t be safe. You turn to face the clown, what do you have to lose? At least he’s attractive.

“Okay.”

The clown smirks and guides you away from the area. He leads you throughout the back of the tent and into a dark room. You become skeptical as you stand in a pitch black space. His hand leaves your hold and you try to each out for him. “Buggy?”

A small light appears in front of you. Then, you see the wick of the candles be lit around you.

“Don’t worry, I’m only providing us some light.”

Buggy approaches you from behind and grabs your hips. In his embrace, you feel his breath on your nape. The hot sensation sends shivers down your spine. He begins to kiss your skin, his rough stubble poking at you. The small hair of your back stick up, the warmth of his lips sending electrical impulses all over your goose bumped skin. He moves the neckline of your shirt, getting a taste of your exposed areas.

Without hesitation, he rips the shirt. "Buggy!" you gasp. He chuckles at your reaction. "Moving too fast?" he says with a sly smirk. But before you could answer, he throws you to the ground. It caught you off guard, waiting to eat the ground below, instead you are meat with a soft cushion. "Oomph-" You adjust yourself on the thin mattress and turn to face Buggy.

"Let the show begin."

He pounces on you, attacking your neck. It hurts, he sucks with great force, leaving nasty hickies down your skin. His teeth slightly nibble on your neck and he trails down to the collarbone. He gets a taste of the salty skin, his lips now over your shoulder and bites down on it.

“Ow, fuck!” you scream.

The bite wasn’t enough to open your skin, but it did leave an indent on your poor shoulder. “Shit, why’d you do that for?”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. You look good with my mark.”

You touch the bite mark, wincing at the stinging pain. What the hell did you get yourself into? You hear him laugh, almost mocking at your pain. “Don’t be so vanilla,” he says pinching both of your nipples. You arch your back at the clasping pinch. “See, isn’t this fun,” he teases, twisting the hard buds. He goes to suck on them, giving each bud a hot swirl.

You bite down on your nips, the sensation is erotic. His hot mouth sucks on your nipple harshly, but it arouses you. “Come on, don’t be shy,” Buggy whispers out. That’s when he grabs your crotch. He palms the area and presses down on your pants, making you buck.

Buggy stops briefly, removing his own clothes. You watch him undress and your eyes lock on his body. To you, he’s eye candy. His broad shoulders to his happy trail, it captivates you. He unbuttons his pants, only letting the zipper run down by itself. “Eyes up here,” he says. Your face blush from embarrassment. “Well, let’s not hold back any longer.” He grabs the hem of your pants and pulls them down, dragging your underwear with it.

The cold air shocks you for a brief second. Your breathing accelerates as you lay nude before the man you barely know. “Get ready darling, I’m going to devour you.” Without giving you a chance to move, he goes straight to your sex. His tongue explores every centimeter of your intimate region, leaving nothing untouched. The warmth is marvelous against the blood-rushed regions, throbbing for more.

“Oh, fuck-” you moan out, bucking your hips against his face. That’s when you feel his textured nose rub against you. Could it be real? At the moment, you don’t care as his mouth over stimulates you.

Your core becomes tighter each ticking second, but that is cut short when Buggy suddenly stops. “Why’d you stop?” you groan.

“I can’t let you have all the fun.”

He grabs you by the shoulder and sits you up, your face right on his pulsing bulge. He pulls his boxers down, making his dick pop out on your face. You look at him, he smirks and pushes you forward. “Open wide,” he says, holding onto his enlarged shaft.

You do as he says and take him in. At first, he lets you suck at your own pace, but that quickly ended. He pushes your head down the base of the shaft, making you gag. You hold onto his thighs for support, feeling it at the back of your throat. It burns of course, but strangely, you enjoyed the feeling. Tears flow down your cheek as he fucked your mouth. Buggy groans at each hit to your throat. It was really to cum, he fights the urge to release his load and pulls out.

You cough out, gasping for precious air.

“Turn around,” he orders. Still hazed from deep throating, you don’t catch what he says. Buggy, who’s running out of patience, harshly moves you to the doggy position. You yelp at the sudden movement and feel your ass in the air.

Buggy slaps your cheeks, making you wince at the stinging slap. “Relax, I’ll go easy on you.” You knew that’s a lie, but it turned you on. He inserts his index finger in your hole, at least he’s compassionate enough to prep you. The sliding finger is engulfed by your tight walls. The uncomfortable feeling began as soon as he adds another. You scrunch your face, taking in a third finger. Buggy allows you to adjust to before fingering you.

His pace picks up, curling his long fingers. You clench around him as he stretches you out. It didn’t take long before pleasure started to arise. Your furrowed brows relax, enjoying the fastening pace of his fingers. Once Buggy realized you were ready, he retracts his digits, leaving you wanting for more.

He grabs his dick, aligning it to your entrance and pushes his tip inside. You grit your teeth, it was nothing like his fingers. Your hole stretches further out, taking in his throbbing cock. It wasn’t long before he pushed it completely in.

With hands holding onto your hips, he retracts slowly and inserts it back in. “Shit,” he grunts. Your tight walls surround his cock with extreme heat and wetness. Buggy thrusts fasten, wanting nothing more than to fuck you senseless. Your eyes water at the burning penetration, tearing you apart. But with the fastening pounding hitting your core, ecstasy spreads throughout your body.

“Fuck-” you cry out. Your arched back allows Buggy to pump you in deeper. Hard panting fills the dark room, at this point, you are absolutely in heaven.

With each forceful thrust, his balls slap against you. Eventually, his thrust becomes sloppy, only chasing after his orgasm. You too start to feel it arrive, your core tightening. Your vision darkens, only feeling a sense of overwhelming pressure. You burst shortly, the building orgasm letting itself out.

Buggy continues pounding inside of you, allowing his moans to escape his mouth. He fucks without mercy, abusing your worn-out cavern. His cock can no longer hold off his massive load and finally releases his hot cum inside of you. His heavy drops on you, squishing you in the process. You try to squirm out from below, but you are too tired to move.

"See, wasn't that great?" he mumbles.

You only hum in response, who would have thought that a clown could have beast within. "You know you'll have to get me a new shirt."

"Yeah, yeah. . ." he mumbles. He drifts off the mattress and walks into the darkness that surrounds the room. He tosses a shirt at you, hitting your head. “Thanks.” The shirt is rather small, but anything is better than nothing. You force the small neckline over your head and adjust it over your torso.

As soon as you finish, something clicks on your wrist. You look down at your right arm and see a handcuff.

Your eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

Buggy drags you out the mattress and handcuffs you to a handle of a heavy dresser.

"You’re staying here, forever."

“What?!” you shout. “N-no, I-I have to go home. You never said anything about me staying.”

Buggy crouches to your eye level, giving you a wicked smile. He pats your head. “You’re with us now. Aren’t you happy?”

“No I don’t want to stay. Where are my friends?!” you cry, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“Shhh, don’t cry. Your friends were here all along.”

“M-my friends? I thought you didn’t see them.”

Buggy gives you a small smile. He gets up and grabs something from his pant’s pocket. It’s a phone. Not just any phone, it belonged to someone in your group.

“Where did you get that?”

“I’ve never seen this before and thought it would be nice to have,” he says waving it front of you.

You grit your teeth. “Where are they?!”

The clown lets out a howling laugh. Tears form from his eyes, not caring about your sense of urgency. “They’re all waiting for you. I made special seats for them at the ring.”

“Please let me see them.”

“Are you sure?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’m not so sure they’ll be able to handle seeing your precious little friends,” his tone awfully dark.

Heading those words made your heart sink. “What did you do to them?”

“Let’s say they are no longer able to speak.”

“Oh no. . .” Your lips quiver, that could only mean one thing. “Why?” You sob. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“My sweet darling, they too tried to leave our lovely show. I wasn’t going to let that happen. There was only one way to keep them here forever.”

“You sick fuck.” You spit on him.

He wipes the salvia off his face and chuckles quietly to himself. “Don’t do that again,” he snarls at you, his eyes glowed red briefly.

You shiver at the threat.

“W-what are you?”

Buggy stares at you in silence.

He speaks, “Someone from a distant past. Forgotten. Unloved. Alone.” His face nears yours. “But now, I have you. We’ll have a good time together, forever.” His lips touch yours, it leaves a sour taste.

“Come on, let’s go see your friends. The show is about to start.”

Buggy unlocks one of the handcuffs and clicks it to his wrist, bounding you to him. Hot tears stain your cheeks, it was at this moment you knew this place was hell. A hell you can’t escape. Buggy would make sure of it, just like he did to your friends. You can’t help but sob. If only you knew.

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A/n: Ngl, that clown doll would stare into my soul every time I opened the draft. Okay, I should really focus on writing Circus Freaks. Haven’t forgotten about it :p

[sordidmusings]

Cuddling Headcanons - Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

A/N: Just mulling over something sweet and something to reference back to for my own use in future writings. I just wanna give all of them some love tbh I am a slut for affection

Includes! Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Luffy, Usopp, Mihawk, Buggy, and Shanks

Warnings: gn!reader, all fluff, opla leaning for the most part but I think it can fit both pretty well, an innuendo or two

Part 2 (drabbles for each character) here!

Enjoy some guided daydreams!

Zoro

Partial touches during naps were how he started interacting with your personal space but your lap no longer belongs to you it is now his pillow 

Honestly, basically any of you is a pillow whenever he decides - I don't care if you are significantly shorter than him he will find a way to fall asleep on your shoulder 

For more contact, you need to be the one to cling to him but he does absolutely need to be touching you at least a bit 

Once he gets used to it he’ll give you a look any time you’re depriving him of his daily intake of physical affection (the sass king will always get his tribute)

He absolutely melts like a cat in the sun if you massage at any of his muscles, could be anything as much as an evening dedicated to working out every knot he has or as simple as putting intentional pressure behind your thumb as it circles and drags along his skin

He can get nervous about kissing you when it’s not on the lips - something about it feels more vulnerable to him somehow - so if he does venture to kiss your cheek or head or shoulder or hand please reassure him with a smile or your own kisses or a firm squeeze

He gets better about being seen hugging/holding you eventually, but will never get comfortable with giving more than pecks on the cheek or forehead around the others. Maaaaaaybe the corner of your lips if he’s feeling ~spicy~

Sanji

Back hugs, back hugs, back hugs-

He’s always making sure that the two of you brush hands or arms when near each other, even after you two establish a relationship it will always give him tingles 

Likes to be very intertwined when you cuddle - if he can somehow wrap around you more then he absolutely will

He is The Best at tracing shapes gently on your skin, just like with brushing hands he never tires of it because, wow, he gets to touch you! He still can’t believe it sometimes

Very good at making you feel cherished when he holds you because of the way he always seems to take his time and ease into it and constantly caress you not to say that there’s never a time he’s hurried and ravenous 

It also helps that he’s always whispering sweet nothings to you about how wonderful you are, how beautiful and precious and lovely and kind and capable and special

When he wants to trap you while cuddling, he wraps his legs around you and uses their absurd strength for evil

He will melt if you ever do the same to him and he will happily be at your whims to cuddle until you've decided it's enough, all of you could be under attack but he is staying right where you want until you decide that he needs to move

Loooooves showering you with sweet little kisses anytime you're cuddling

He can sometimes get carried away with pda because he forgets that there’s anyone else around whoops

Nami

She has her legs on your lap always - sometimes while she's laying/leaning back, sometimes with one leg hooked over one of yours, sometimes basically sitting on your lap

She likes to be the one that is held and feels most comfortable with her face snuggled into something (please nurture her and that scared, lonely inner child)

Enjoys brushing the tip of her nose across you, especially across your cheek or neck or the tip of your own nose

She likes to hook your arms together whether you’re standing next to each other during a convo or you’re walking or she’s sitting next to you, she just loves the casual contact and how she can use it to be playful and pull you around or use it to stay close and let others know that both of you are taken do not even think about it keep moving along dude

She’s very weak to hugs where you pick her up a few inches off the ground for a second, they send her heart racing (bonus points if you’re noticeably taller or shorter than her and do this)

She’s also weak for words of affirmation, especially when you speak them to her while you hold each other in the quiet hours of night 

For some reason literally being on your lap around others is fine but if you give her a kiss to the temple while that's happening? Suddenly it's Too Much, both in how sweet it is and also because she’s being perceived while it's happening

Luffy

Any/all contact is being had whenever he’s with you

If he’s on the floor next to you then your calf is now his teddy bear, if you’re on the floor near him he’ll snatched your torso with his legs, if you’re sat near him he’s wrapping both arms around one of yours to snuggle it

One of his favorites is leaning your backs against each other, he feels really supported and the way you occasionally lean and twist your head back to nuzzle his or give him a quick kiss makes him smile with the utmost joy

He will carry and move you around in the strangest ways - fireman carry, one arm around your waist while you’re upside down, your knees hooked over his shoulders while the rest of you hangs down, you trying to koala to his side, one time you were curled completely around his waist like a pool floaty - no one understands why you two can’t be normal

Likes to be the one to hold you so he can fidget when he needs without feeling like he has to unlatch you first, this is especially when you two are laid down and/or going to be cuddling together for awhile

PDA doesn’t bother him at all, he doesn’t give a fuck if anyone sees you snuggled up together, doesn’t even occur to him that he should care 

His playfulness will come out often with dramatic “mwah!” kisses, nipping at you, blowing raspberries on your skin, and the occasional tickling

Usopp

It’s necessary for him to have his arms wrapped around you some way 

Likes to be the big spoon to feel like he’s acting as armor and protecting you, it just hits the right place in his brain that has him feeling Big and Strong in the best way

He loves when you plant a kiss on his chest, especially if you aim one directly over his heart (that is totally at a normal rate plz don’t check)

He likes to play with your hair and/or massage your neck and scalp

Big into making sure wherever the two of you are cuddling is comfy, has many extra blankets and a selection of pillows by size and firmness

Always down to cuddle but feels more comfortable if you initiate first, especially when it’s a new thing between the two of you 

He simultaneously loves pda and is nervous about pda but that nervousness is absolutely gone when he’s drunk or even pretty buzzed

Good at incorporating his head into hugs - hooking his jaw on your shoulder or on top of your head, leaning his temple gently into the side of your head, bumping you softly with his forehead 

Need background noise while you go to sleep? He’s more than happy to hold you and turn on storyteller mode. Honestly, it’s one of his favorite things to do and he cherishes that time together

When it’s bedtime stories he’s telling, his voice is so low and soothing

Mihawk

This man needs to have his hands holding something on you (your hand, your shoulder, your waist, your thigh, your back, your ass lol), 

He likes to feel wrapped around you like hes hoarding you to himself, this leads to him enjoying you laying on his chest, having all of your weight on him has him feel like he’s fully possessing you

Will definitely kiss the top of your head/your temple/your forehead/basically whatever his lips are near, not a consistent bout of them, more one deliberate peck when the need strikes him (it’s also his customary goodnight to you)

Like the other swordsman, he will give you a look if you miss a habitual touch (especially if it’s the way you usually ran a hand through his hair with a kiss to the forehead before you left the castle, that was non-negotiable it had to happen), his stare however is more the 1000 yard variety and those bright yellow eyes will bore a hole through you until you understand what you did wrong

Something about this man makes me feel his temp runs hot but not in a way that bothers him, like he doesn’t feel hot or overheated but when you touch him the difference between you two is noticeable

It’s a damn good thing that he reciprocates your physical affection, even if 70% it’s just an arm coming around you, because his stony expression makes it easy to assume that your touches are unwanted 

This type of limited response is mostly for more casual cuddling like hugs or sitting next to each other because when you’re laying together his face is always soft and he’s much greedier to be pressing into you

Okay with some pda like quick and passing touches including kisses, but not a fan of anything more intimate when others can see

Buggy

The Chairrrrrr, as you’ve told him it’s circUS so both of you need to be on the throne (If he’s wanting to look extra powerful or intimidating you have no problem sitting at his feet and holding him like a heroine on a 70s fantasy novel)

He’s a big fan of any possessive gestures - arm around shoulders, back hugs, pulling you to wrap your arms around him, having you sit in his lap

He’s a cuddle switch for sure because sometimes he needs to hold you to remind himself that you’re his and sometimes he needs to feel held

Very fragile for gentle affection - please draw shapes on this man’s back, play with his hair and massage his scalp, give him head kisses, hand kisses, wrist kisses 

Feels like his heart will explode if you nuzzle your face into him whether its into his chest or the side of his head or good lord his pALM (He may have literally fallen apart the first time you did that and if you’re ever in the mood for some Entertainment bring it up) 

He is actually made for cuddling because if his arm is uncomfortable to lay on or starting to fall asleep? He can detach it and now it’s your stuffed animal. This can extend to literally any part of him that either of you feels is getting in the way of the perfect cuddle 

Need to feel needed? The way he’ll pull you into him and hold you like you’re going to disappear will let you know he needs you

Absolutely LIVES for pda, he gets to show you off to everyone and have your gorgeous self make him shine brighter in the spotlight? Nothing could be better

Shanks

Sharing his space often means one of you sitting between the others legs, whether one is on the floor in front of the other’s seat or y’all are laying down together with one settled further down the bed, this often leads to you laying your head on the hip or stomach or upper thigh of the other 

He mostly likes to be on his back or stomach and pretty splayed out, so you’ve adjusted yourself to gripping to him after he’s taken over the bed

It always makes him soft to think about you always choosing to cling to him without him having to hold you there, it really drives home that he’s something you actively want

Will grope you, sometimes sexually, but he also just likes the feeling of grabbing you, it’s somewhat of a manifestation of cute aggression 

He’s a sucker for getting his neck/shoulders/upper back rubbed while cuddling (which is a pain if he’s decided to be on his back) and he is not above bargaining for it or prodding you like an indignant pet each time you stop (very good puppy eyes), this is one of his favorite perks of having you in his lap

He’s another one to not care about being seen by others but not because it hasn’t occurred to him (like Luffy) but because anyone judging him is WAY less important than getting more affection from you 

His heart gets really tender when you lay with him and massage the stump of his arm and the shoulder above it because it helps with the phantom pains when he has them, it also help with the tension from using the muscles on that side to compensate, and it reminds him how the only thing about his arm that bothers you is that it hurts him

Part 2 (ficlets) here!

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

The Hat Rule.

Characters: Portgas D. Ace, Buggy the Clown, Dracule Mihawk, Trafalgar Law [ uses they/them ], X-Drake / Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2,422

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Author's Notes: I'm a sucker for the Hat Rule, sue me. Nothing but some subtle spice. Enjoy!

You would be lying if you said it hadn’t been thrilling to sneak up behind them and pluck the hat off their head. They were so attached to it, it was funny! Of course, sentimentality was one thing- but really, the way they had paused, reaching up to touch their head as if confused at the sudden loss had been far too comical for you to even consider not laughing at. But the moment they had turned, had called out your name-

You ran.

You had sprinted across the dock back towards safety, hat clutched in your hand as they followed after you. But you were faster- always had been quicker on your feet. You scurried up the gangplank, avoiding collisions with your fellow shipmates as you made your way below deck to your quarters. You thought you were safe, you really had! Taking a minute to catch your breath, you settled the hat atop your own head with a grin. 

Success! 

That is, until the door opened. You turned, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the owner of said hat, leaning against the door with an expression that lingered between amused and… Something else. Something darker. You suddenly realized you had cornered yourself in your haste to escape- and now, you had nowhere to run. 

──Portgas D. Ace [ 353 ]

Your heart hammered in your chest as Ace chuckled, arms crossed over his chest as you leaned back against the opposite wall. “You had your fun,” he spoke softly, holding a hand out to you. “Now gimme my hat back.”

“No.” You replied defiantly, instead putting the hat on your own head. You turned, studying your reflection in the mirror on the wall, tilting your head to and fro as a smile curved your lips. “I think it looks better on me, really,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“There’s a rule ‘bout wearin’ someone else’s hat, y/n.” Ace sighed, stepping in, closing the door behind himself- and locking it, something that had your breath faltering. A rule? What was he talking about? It was just a hat! Even so, he crossed the room with a few strides, settling behind you. His hands smoothed across your hips, his head dipping down to press chaste kisses along your throat. “You wear the hat, you ride the sailor,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, his gaze finding your own in the reflection. 

Hunger. That’s what that expression was; his beautiful brown eyes dark in the soft light of the room. Your heart stuttered in its beat as he kept your gaze locked with his own, lips pressing over where your carotid artery lay in your throat. “Oh,” you whispered back, blinking slowly as his hands wandered. Fingers plucked at the edge of your shirt, dragging it up slowly with his fingers as they trailed heated paths across your skin. His Devil Fruit ability- oh, how you loved that. 

“Whattya say, y/n?” He asked, biting at your shoulder gently, not enough to cause pain but certainly enough to draw a gasp out of your lips. You nodded mutely, transfixed by your reflections as he grinned wolfishly over your shoulder. “That’s my baby.” A damn near growl as he tugged your back against his front, subtle grinds of his hips giving you a clear image of just how much he wanted you. 

You were suddenly glad you decided to steal his silly little hat. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──Buggy the Clown [ 464 ]

It had been a celebration. Another successful show, another successful tithe paid from the townsfolk. One of those rare times where your Captain was genuinely happy, laughing with his crew as the bonfire burned brightly on the beach. But you weren’t there- no, you were sitting on the throne in the center ring of the Big Top, orange tricorn settled atop your head as you waited. 

You didn’t have to wait for long.

“Y/n,” Buggy called out as he sauntered in, his gaze settling on your form sitting in his chair, wearing his hat. The sight had his breath faltering, had his mouth suddenly dry. You looked damn good sitting there, almost as good as he did. Your legs kicked up over the arm, your lips curved into a cheeky grin. His hat… His hat on your head. 

He approached slowly, the sounds of the celebration fading behind him as he reached the throne. “Look at you! All comfortable in my chair, wearing my hat.” He muttered, one hand grabbing your chin, forcing your head up and back to meet his gaze. The other settled on the top of the throne as he leaned his weight against it, hovering over you.

“Your hat?” You countered with faux confusion. You reached up, touching the tricorn. “I could’ve sworn this was my hat.”

“Brat.” Buggy hissed as you grinned. 

You leaned up, sitting upright as your legs shifted down from the arm of the couch. “Yeah? Am I?” You continued to taunt, watching as your lover’s gaze brightened with the game you had decided to play.

“Yaknow, there’s this funny little rule that comes with wearing someone else’s hat.” His thumb brushed against your lower lip. You leaned into the touch, gaze flickering down to his painted smile. 

“What is it?” You breathed as he shifted closer. When you’d stolen his hat, you’d let his hair down. Aquamarine tresses spilled over his shoulders, falling forward to cloak you, giving an odd form of privacy as his lips ghosted against your own.

“Wear the hat, ride the Captain.” Buggy murmured as he captured your lips in a kiss. Paint smeared against your skin as you reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair, drawing out a pleased hum from him as he pressed closer. 

You pulled back with a nip to his lip, watching the way he crumbled beneath you so easily. “Ride the Captain, eh?” The thought set a fire in you. You rose to your feet, swapping places with a hand against his chest, shoving him down into his throne. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you here.”

“Shit,” he chuckled, hands settling on your waist as you took your place on his lap. “Keep the hat on.”

“Yes, Captain.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──Dracule Mihawk [ 516 ]

You felt like royalty as you ran through the halls of the castle. Perhaps it was the romance novels you’d read over the years, but there was something particularly thrilling about running through corridor after corridor with the tricorn clutched to your chest. You found yourself in the library, chest rising and falling with deep breaths as you turned to face the doors. Any moment now, Dracule would walk in.

It was worth it. Grabbing his tricorn the moment he’d docked at the island, running as fast as your legs could carry you back to the castle. You worried your lip as you looked down at the black leather, fingers brushing against the stitching. After a moment’s hesitation, you raised the hat- and settled it atop your head.

The doors swung open. 

“Darling,” Mihawk drawled. Yoru wasn’t on his back; his coat had been discarded, no doubt left by the front entryway. He sighed, taking in the sight of you in the moment. Cheeks flushed, hat perched atop your head; you were bathed in the orange glow of the fireplace. The sun had already set behind you; no light spilled through the large windows. 

A piece of art, you were.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me.” Slow steps drew him closer, even as you took shorter steps backwards- until you stumbled, ending up on your rear on the rug before the fireplace. Mihawk chuckled as he stood over you, arms crossed over his chest.

You found your words at last, grinning up at your lover. “I dunno what you’re talking about.” Cheekily, you leaned back on your elbows as Dracule knelt, reaching out to cup your cheek gently. “All I have is this shirt… And this hat.”

“... That’s all?” His gaze flickered down to your legs- bare, he realized. When had you stripped your trousers? He was certain you had been wearing them when you met him at the dock. “There’s a certain tradition when you wear another’s hat.”

“Tell me about it.” You sighed as his hand smoothed along your calf, gently massaging the muscle. He moved slowly, crawling over your form as his hands left your leg and cheek, balancing his weight over you. He dipped his head, stealing a kiss from you that had your head swimming by the end of it. The ghost of a brush of his tongue against your lip before he parted; you leaned forward, chasing him. 

“Wear the hat,” he murmured as he shifted, arm curling around your waist. In a movement too quick to track, he’d rolled you both, settling you on his lap as he settled on the rug. His fingers gripped your thighs, dangerously high to rucking up your- no, that was certainly his- shirt. “Ride the pirate.”

“Oh,” you breathed, mind growing fuzzy with the lust that was beginning to course through your veins. You shift your hips slowly, feeling your lover respond in kind. A groan pulled free of you as your hands settle on his chest, fingers gripping at his shirt. “Oh, I think I like that one.”

“Good.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──Trafalgar Law [ 450 ]

It was hard to hide in a submarine. This was your first- no, second- mistake. Taking your Captain’s hat was the first mistake. Hiding in the submarine was the second. And the third? Deciding to add insult to injury by hiding in their own quarters. Was it the brightest of ideas? No. But Shachi wasn’t going to let you get out of the bet without consequences, and like hell you were going to cough up five hundred berries. 

So, you stole Law’s hat. And then had run for your damn life. 

You could hear the heavy footsteps of their boots as they approached. You panicked- and tugged the white hat on as the door opened, revealing the frustrated face of Law. They paused, brow furrowing at the sight of you standing in the middle of their quarters. “The boiler room would have been a better hiding place,” they taunted sarcastically, closing the door behind themself before leaning back against it. 

“I uh, I panicked?” You shrugged, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You reached up, patting the hat on your head. “I get why you wear it. ‘S comfy.”

“It looks good on you.” They admitted softly, pushing off the door to cross the room, settling before you. Their hand raised, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear. “Almost as good as it looks on me,” they finished, lips curving into that signature cocky grin that had you stomach twisting. 

You reached out, settling your hands on their chest, “There’s this lil’ thing,” words barely above a whisper; they had to focus on you to really hear. “This lil’ rule I remember learnin’ about.”

“And what would that be?” They asked just as softly, hands settling on your hips, drawing you closer, pressing your form against their own. Their hands squeezed slowly, the pressure enough to draw a pleased sigh from you.

You leaned in, lips brushing against their ear. “If I wear my Captain’s hat- I have to ride them.” A nip against the shell of their ear had a shudder dancing across them. You could have sworn a soft ‘fuck’ had slipped free from them. “Is that right?”

They pulled back, hand coming up to grip your jaw. A mischievous light had settled in their gaze as they studied you. You weren’t sorry; not a single speck of sympathy lingered in your expression, in your words, in your teasing. “You are, y/n-ya.” They rasped as they leaned in, stealing a kiss. Their teeth grazed your lip as they guided you backwards, until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sank slowly, but they didn’t part- not until you pulled back, panting.

“Captain-”

“Keep it on.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

──X Drake [ 399 ]

You had managed to stumble into your quarters on the Liberal Hind, only to realize that oh- well, shit. That’s a mistake. You curse yourself softly as you try to figure out how to get out of this mess. It had been a silly idea. You hadn’t seen your Captain laugh in a while- and thought that hey, stealing the hat would be funny!

Apparently not, given the yell that had come from him as you sprinted away. 

Your heart skipped more than one beat as the door to your quarters swung open, revealing the tall form of your Captain, X-Drake. You swallowed roughly around nothing as he studied you, brow furrowed. He ran a hand through his hair with a huff, stepping in and closing the door behind himself. 

Slowly, you raised the hat- and placed it on your own head.

Worth it, you thought to yourself as your lover’s eyes widened in shock as he turned around once more. “Missing something?” You teased, arms crossing over your chest as he studied you.

“That’s my hat.” He stated simply, taking a step forward. “Why did you take it?”

“Maybe I want it.” You shrugged, watching the way his eye twitched at the blatant insubordination you showed. Former Marines, always so strict. You worried your cheek as you glanced away. “I think it looks good, don’t you?”

“It…” He faltered, drawing in a slow breath. “It does look good, yes.” He crossed over to you, reaching out a hand to grasp the hat- only to pause. You were at port. The crew was working on supply runs. Alone on the ship. His hand lowered to tilt your chin up gently, his demeanor shifting as he tilted your head to the left- and then the right. “It suits you well,” he murmured, voice damn near molten gold with the way it poured over you. 

You shuddered, gaze rising to meet his own. “What’s that old saying… Wear the hat, ride the Captain?”

His jaw clenched; the hand on your chin flexed. Got him. “You’re nothing but trouble,” he groaned as his hands smoothed down your sides, hooking in the waistband of your trousers, tugging you closer to himself. “You need to be disciplined. Stealing from your captain…”

“Then do it,” you whispered, leaning in to ghost a kiss along his jaw. “After all, I did steal.”

“Turn around.”

“Yes, sir.”

[writingoddess1125]

Too Much or Too Little

Buggy x GN Reader

Mihawk X GN Reader

Fun Fun Spicy Times~ Starting the new year off with some Spice!

Buggy

18+ Content Down Below!

Must be 18+ to Read!

Warnings: Overstimulation, Orgasm denial, Dom/Sub, Drug use, DubCon

Too Much-

“Bu- ngh!— Much!,” you moaned shakily, your legs trembling as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks. Your thighs sticky and bruised from the harsh hand prints on them-

A cackle seemed to echo from the cause of your broken state.

Buggy smirked down at you, Having not stopped this entire time as he plowed into you- His hands detached from your legs a few rounds ago and now keep your wrist pinned down by his floating hands when you had tried to pull away from his thrust to stop the onslaught of pleasure.

The asshole hadn't even bothered to strip himself all the way when he started to fuck you like a beast- having said he got a fun new drink he wanted to test out with you a few hours ago when you'd first walked into his quarters.

You should have known by the look in this clown bastards eyes when he tipped back a little blue vile past his teeth and smirked at you with a knowing gleam.

"Eh?~ What was that Doll?"

The Captain all but purred, Rolling his hips into you deeper- Watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure, Your legs now shaking from the overstimulation.

You let out a loud cry, his throbbing cock brutalized your insides with each harsh thrust making your head spin, your back arching with unsteady mewls as a string of babbling cries falling past your lips paired with chopped remains of Buggy's name that seemed to boost his inflated ego.

"That's It~ I wanna see you cum again"

The Bluettee growled as he hips began to speed up, Grunting as he trusted deeper- Hissing as he shot another load into your truthfully beyond stuffed hole.

A silent scream ripping through your throat then- specks of white filling your vision as you felt another title wave of a orgasm wash over your battered form. Your body twitching and shaking as the painful high settled through you again- it leaving you a mess of sore muscles and you sure your hole a ruined mess.

You felt Buggy hands leave yours- a wash of relief hitting you as you thought he'd had enough- that maybe you could rest- Till you felt those same evil hands holding under your legs and bring your knees painfully to your chest- Wide eyed you see Buggy almost crazed look in his eyes.

"Let's see if we can get you to come a 9th time!~"

Mihawk

Too Little-

Mihawk calmly read his book, One hand lazily turning the pages as the other held a wine glass he held to his lips occasionally- Ignoring you desperately riding his clothed thigh, Whimpering and moaning in desperation to try and chase your orgasm.

You weren't sure what you'd done or didn't do- however for the last hour you'd been subjected to Mihawk cruel actions.

He had you stark naked, seated on his thigh and told you if you wanted to cum-

You were doing it on your own.

Mihawk glancing up from his book occasionally watching your face- flushed with tears and Biting your own lip to the point of bruising them.

You wanted it- You were feeling like your body was on fire, Every muscle sore and tender from how long you'd been riding him.

His hands lightning fast to catch your hands before they could go down to chase your relief. His wine glass now discarded on the table next to him, gripping your hands tightly- His soiled leg jotting up harshly crushing your sex painfully against him making you cry out.

"N-No Please please!"

A desperate broken sobs leaving your throat as you clung to Mihawk shirt, pressing your face against his neck as you cried wanting your release that had once again been ripped from you.

"P-Please Please! I wanna cum Mihawk please~!"

Your hips shaking as Mihawk easily pinning your form with such ease- Making so you couldn't ride for your orgasm, and having you a mess on him. Making the sensation of pleasure die just enough for you to be stuck in limbo.

Mihawk gave a hint of a smirk, Setting his book to the side again as he released your hands- his golden gaze locking onto your own watery eyes, pleading for that release.

"Start again-"

[alexa-yukiyu]

The apprentice’s apprentice (Roger pirates x reader)

Lesson 2: Monsters can be good

Prologue, Chp 1

A/N: totally din’t have this chapter in my drafts for three days ready to be edited and published but was to lazy to do it

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers

They let out a happy huff, taking hold of a small dandelion that stood in the path, blowing out it's seeds and watching them fly off in awe

"Dokucha, don't lag behind!" Rayleigh called, looking back at the small child.

"I'm coming!" they yelled. Running towards the pirated, hugging his leg tightly as he took notice of a fast-approaching foe.

"Should we nip this right in the bud, Rayleigh?" Gaban called out as he pulled out his dual axes, an excited look on his face as he looked up at the blond.

"I think so." Rayleigh agreed, mirroring Gaban's actions as he, too, pulled out his weapon. But before he could call Dokucha to step back so he could engage with the Samurai, a call of his name caught his attention.

"Gaban! Rayleigh, Leave this one to me! I wouldn't want either of you to get hurt!" Roger cackled, running off to meet up with Oden himself.

"Capi is happy again!" Dokucha cheered, looking up at the sound of Rayleigh shedding his sword

"I swear he is more of a child than you are," Rayleigh called with a roll of his eyes. Glancing at his crewmate as he grabbed the child putting them on his hip.

"Get 'em! Capi!" Dokcuha hollered, clapping joyfully as the Captain quickly sent the man back with a single sword slash.

"Scoopah, Scoopah look! It's a monkey! A huge Monkey," They point out, pulling at the axe user's clothes and pointing at a fast-approaching figure, jumping from tree-top to tree-top until he met swords with Roger.

"Looks like it's starting," Rayleigh mused

"So it seems," Gaban grinned, putting the child down and crouching in front of them

"Dokucha, I need you to step away from the battlefield for a while; things are about to get dangerous around here; we'll come get you when things calm down."

"But I want to see Shans and Buggie! And I want to see Capi fight the monkey!"

"I promise you will get to see the two once we are done with this; as for the fight, you can't be too close, or you'll be caught up in it."

"But...

"No more buts, lass, or are you going to stay with me and away from those two for a week?" Rayleigh scolded

"No!" They cried

"Then go, you can find a high vantage point to watch the fight, alright? But not from here."

"Okey..."

-

Dokucha frowned as they watched the scene below them draped over Rayleigh's crossed legs, their body lying down on the ground face down as they kicked their legs, their head lying down on their crossed hands that laid on his thighs.

"Umm, Ayeigh?" they called as they rolled their body, straightening their arms slightly to hold themselves up so they could stare up at the man

"Hm?"

"I thought you said they were, umm, pilagin."

"Pillaging," he corrected, a similar frown growing on his face as he scouted the people below him

"They were supposed to, but it seems it has turned into a gift exchange instead," he mused

"Gifts are good, right, so we're friends!?" they beamed

"It's a little bit more complicated than that kid, but it is good, yes."

“Ne, Ray, can I umm can I go?” they mumbled, lifting themselves up completely, opting to sit in front of the man instead

“Go? You want to explore the place?” he questions, looking at the fidgeting child in front of them as they nod their head vigorously. He glanced at the exchange, once again measuring the risks the child could be exposed to.

“Pleasee!”

“Fine, but stay away from the exchange area, alright? We are on a ceasefire, but I still don’t trust these lads to measure their strength around you; I see you around them, and you’ll be done. Is that clear?”

“Aye, aye, sir!” they laughed as they attempted a sloppy salute, much to his amusement. As he wave them off, watching them disappear with a trail of laughs behind them

They followed a trail of lush foliage, observing every small plant that rose above the vegetation. Every now and then, they gracelessly grabbed some of the greenery and placed it on their satchel, only to repeat the process until they reached a small clearing devoid of any special or particular flora, with everyday grass covering the field. However, the disappointment at the absence of vegetation was quickly forgotten as Dokucha spotted something that could replace this loss: other children.

Dokucha grinned, watching as another child considerably older than themselves cradled a baby in his arms. The boy in question seemed to wear a particular piece of clothing that quickly caught their attention; it looked comfortable, allowing the boy plenty of flexibility as he threw the baby in the air over and over to get various laughs from the latter. Slowly, Dokucha dared to step closer to the couple, easily gaining the attention of the boy who hugged the baby close to him and ran off out of their eyesight, promoting the three-year-old to run after them only to stop in terror at what they found at the first turn.

In front of them stood a green-haired woman with a determined look as she pointed a sword towards them. However, it seems that a little child was not what the woman was expecting because as soon as she took Dokucha in, her eyes widened, and she fumbled to sheath her sword.

“I apologize! Young one! Momonosuke had said that he spotted someone, and I feared it would be an opposing pirate unaware of the cease-fire!” she hurriedly sputtered out

“Where do you come from? Where are your parents?” she questioned as she fussed over them, assessing them for any injuries

“I don’t have a mommy and daddy! My brothers and uncles take care of me!” they exclaimed proudly

“I see, and I suppose they are on the Roger pirates, yes?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, you are welcome to stay with us until they finish they’re pillaging! These are my kids.”

“It’s a baby!” they beamed, trying to take a peek at the little bundle in the boy’s arms, who leaned down slightly to allow them a view of the infant.

“Yes! That is Hiyori, and this is my boy, Momonosuke.”

“Awe, tiny baby!” they grinned fumblingly, carrying the infant.

“Toki?” A voice cut in, gaining the attention of the four, with the Kouzuki’s brightening at the stranger's voice.

“Oden! Over here!” called the woman, grinning as the daimyo entered the clearing. His face softened as he spotted his wife and children, pausing when they spotted the strange new addition to their little group.

“Huh? Who are you?” he questioned, looking down at Dokucha

“Dokusha”

“Dokusha?” he parroted, confused, leaning down as his wife approached him, talking to him in hushed tones, realization dawning on him; at the same time his grin returned to his face

“Bwahahaha, so it’s like that, is it?! If you don’t have any parents, why don’t you join our crew?! I am sure white-kishi will be more than ecstatic to have you!” he boomed

“Get away from them, you bastard!” a voice cut in with Oden easily avoiding a small dagger sent his way.

“Up, Up,” a voice muttered as hands enveloped them, gently lifting them into the familiar embrace of their brother, making haste as he made his way out of the clearing and back to their previous post.

“Shans!” they exclaimed, looking up at the red-head, waving at the clown who followed close behind them, frowning at the red hue that covered the young boy’s face, a confused pout growing on their face as upon being placed down, they promptly noticed the similar expression now present on the swordsman

“I’m sorry, Shans,” they cried

The two had sat down with the child and explained that they had simply been worried, as nobody seemed to have seen them upon questioning the others about their whereabouts. Once they spotted them about to be ‘kidnapped’ by the opposing crew, as they called it, they simply lost it and let their anger speak for them as they attacked Oden on sight. However, the two were smart enough to retreat. Once they were sure Dokusha was saved, it was clear that it was only because the samurai understood their plight that the situation had not escalated.

“It’s okay, Dokucha!” he chuckled, bouncing his legs to calm down the toddler

“We were just worried. I’m glad you’re okay, but you can’t just sneak off like that, alright?” he admonished them

“But I told Ayleigh!”

“You told them you were going to explore, not that you were going into the enemy’s side!” Buggy yelled, freaked out

“Oops?”

“Oops?!” Buggy parroted his face, blanched out as he realized how dangerous his actions had been and how close to being killed he was had the man not been as carefree as he was.

“Dahahha, come on, Buggy, I thought you wanted to teach the whitebeards a Lesson?!”

“Not like that, you idiot?! Did you see the size of that guy?! Not to mention, he’s actually walking after receiving a hit from the Captain! He must be a monster!” he cried

“Mr. Anvil is a Monster?!” they wailed

“Ah! Buggy, you idiot! You made them cry!” Shanks exclaimed as he grabbed Dokucha, turning them around on their lap to soothe them

“W-Wait Dokucha! It’s okay! They are no match for our Captain o-or Rayleigh! You need bigger monsters to beat a monster after all!” the clown stated proudly, only for his fussing to begin again as he noticed that his words had only worsened.

“Ayleigh and Capi are monsters?!”

“Alright, Dokucha, you can hang around here while we finish our lookout, or you can go find Rayleigh,” Shanks called as he lowered the child into a small rock that lay behind them

“No! I stay with Shans and Buggy!” They called as they ran to their legs, hugging them tightly

“Alright, Alright,” he sighed

Dokucha grinned, happy that they got to stay with them after having been separated for the three days the fight had gone on

“Buggie, who’s that?” they asked, staring at the men adjacent to the trio, who stood in a manner similar to the two boys'.

“Oh…they are from the Whitebeard pirates. Those are their apprentices, but that reminds me! Shanks, do you see the one with the hat?!”

“Yeah”

“I heard he didn’t sleep a wink during the cease-fire last night or the night before that!”

“Huh? Why not?”

“They say he’s never slept in his life!”

“What?! Is that even possible? Lucky guy”

“No sleep? He gets to have so much fun!” Dokucha calls with a smile

“I bet he gets to have twice the fun!” shanks added

“Twice the fun he says, what is wrong with you?! And don’t teach Dokucha that that’s not normal!”

“But he doesn’t have to sleep, Buggie! He gets to play and train all that time! I bet he’s real strong!” Dokucha piped up

“You’re spending too much time with this idiot Dokucha!” Buggy admonished with an incredulous look on his face

“You’re wrong, Buggie!”

“Alright, you two cut it out,” Shanks called as he picked up the child, who by now had raised tiny fists to engage Buggy

“Buggie started it!

“Did not!” he growled

“Stop!”

“Sorrey” They called as the boy gave them a small bonk on the head.

“Ne Shans, who’s that?” Dokucha called, pointing to the other side; following their finger, Shanks found a young man sitting on a rock, seemingly resting.

“Hmm? You mean Marco the Phoenix?”

“Phoenix?”

“It’s a type of bird, a mythical one,” he clarified

“A bird?!”

“Don’t think about it! You’re not going near him!” Buggy scowled, recognizing the glitter in the younger one’s eyes.

“Oey”

“Regardless, I forgot to get it to you earlier, but here, Dokucha,” Shanks called as he pulled a small wrapper from his pocket and extended it to the child, watching as they slowly wrapped their arms around it and pulled to them, a gleeful squeal, leaving them as they open the wrapper and set eyes on the chocolate inside

“I promised you a reward, right? You did great finding those Marines,” he praised, a gentle smile on his face as he rubbed their head, teasingly adding more force than needed, snickering as it slightly pushed the child around

“Hahaha! Thank you, Shans!” they grinned, taking a chump out of the rare treat

Yippe!!

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[fanaticsnail]

Please, I'll be good

Masterlist here.

Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: after rescuing you in the heat of battle, he can no longer contain his desires for you. He was so good. He can keep being good if it means you'll keep kissing him.

Koby, Sanji, Corazon, Sabo, Buggy, Shachi, Ace, Penguin

Themes: unrequited love, semi-sub!love-interest x semi-dom!reader, gn!reader, kissing, confessions of love, he sits on your lap, he is incredibly needy, he just wants to kiss you, fully clothed, sfw, literally just kissing, you call him "sweetheart," brief mention of 'reader' having a friends-with-benefits relationship with another character.

He saved you. Again.

Whether it was standing beside him in combat, rescuing you from unwanted attention at a tavern, ensuring you were well fed and hydrated during the day, taking care of all the supplies you needed upon your next adventure - he was always there by your side: your associate, confidant and friend.

In this set of unique circumstances, he managed to do more for you than simply tear you from combat. He saved you. Truly, saved you.

A finishing shot was aimed at you, and your body froze in place. With your eyes wide, he snatched you from your stance and whisked you from your place in the heat of battle.

After checking you for injuries, he cupped your cheek and uttered with all sincerity: “You're safe. I've got you.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” was all you managed to whisper in your shock, a name you had bestowed to him, half in jest, that simply stuck. He was a sweetheart, and you had no choice but to refer to him as such.

The relationship between the two of you was strong, as close as close friends could be. You shared your deepest secrets with him, and he shared his thoughts with you. You adored him, everything about him just sang to your soul.

At one stage early on in your comradery, you could've seen yourself diving into something deeper with him. But as you both opened yourself up more in your friendship, you chose to halt it in place. “Flirty friends,” is how you'd refer to it, “Just flirty friends.”

Casually lounging on the plush sofa beside him, you notice he's a little more on edge than usual. He's sitting up straight, rigid and firm beside you as his eyes fix on a point on the wooden panel behind the unwoken transponder.

Attempting to put him at ease, you sit up a little and rest your head on his shoulder and bring your hand up to encase his within yours.

“Thank you again, Sweetheart,” your words whisper as you trace gentle circles into the back of his hand with your thumb, “You're always so good to me.”

His body seemed to tense up more, the softest hitch in his breath alerting you of his discomfort.

“Are you okay?” You ask, leaning away from his shoulder to glance into his face. His eyes remain fixed on the point, his teeth clenched behind his closed lips.

In one final attempt to put him more at ease, you lean up and gently touch your lips to his right cheek. A soft gasp along with the turn of his cheek inwards had you pull away from him to check in one more.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong-?” You attempt to ask, he immediately speaks over the top of your concerned tone with an unsure and elevated tone. He avoided your gaze with his eyes, but kept his face turned towards you.

"-Look, I know you've got someone. M-Maybe even a couple of someone's. I know I'm not what you want-...” He utters quickly, his words tumbling over his lips faster than he can hold them back, “...-I just want you to know that you're what I want. You're the only one I want. If you could be that for me, for just a little while, I'll be so good to you. Please.”

You're left stunned. You’d often play into your friendship a little with some light banter and flirting, simply to see how far he'll play along. Flustering him, watching him hide his smile by downturning his face, was one of your favorite things to behold. Whether you were working, or relaxing in your home for the night with a few of the others - he was often flustered with your words and body language.

He quickly turned his head more and angled his chin down, seeking out your lips with his own. He hovered just before making contact, dancing with the borders of friendship and giving in to his craving for something more.

“I suppose you do need something beyond a simple kiss on the cheek this time,” you smiled at him, cradling his cheek beneath your right hand and drawing him closer, “You've been so unbelievably good to me, afterall.”

Smiling broadly, you lean forward to press your lips gently against his in a chaste kiss. He deeply and sharply inhaled through his nose, a subtle whimper rising from within his mouth. This small peck ended as soon as it began, his body chasing yours upon your retreat. He wordlessly called with his body to you, beckoning you into another kiss.

You give him just a touch more than the kiss prior: a real kiss that is deep, long and loving. A kiss that leaves him begging for more and more. Any time he thinks you may end it, any time that you start to slow down or lighten the pressure, he’s grasping to have you impossibly closer and begging you not to break your lips from his.

In his mind, he is crying for you, screaming for this moment to never cease. “Just give me a little more, anything. I'm sorry I'm not what you want but could you please keep doing it? Please, please? As a reward?”

“I was good!” He continued his inner monologue, hungrily claiming your lips against his own, “I can keep being good for you.”

You could feel his desperation from each kiss he placed upon your lips, hungrily seeking more and more each time he broke one kiss to lead into another.

“I’ll be so good,” he whispered into your skin, his breath tickling against your lips as your eyes widened in response, “Please. I'll be good. So, so good.”

“Sweetheart- mmmfph!” you whispered his name as he consumed your words with his mouth hurridly, his eyes flinching as he drew his body closer.

“Y-Yes?” He stuttered, his knees crawling up onto the cushioned base of the sofa as he prowled towards you. You responded by inching away from him and bringing your hands down to cup behind his thighs.

Urging him towards you with your hands, you press your back against the frame of the back-rest of the sofa, and usher him to straddle your lap. His hands flew up to your cheeks, his long fingertips finding the hair behind your ears and lacing them within it.

He hastily pressed his lips into yours, turning his head and moaning against your mouth. Prying open your lips with his, he hurriedly sought your tongue out with his own: savoring every moment you were granting him your undivided romantic attention.

Raking your hands over his thighs, you drew them up to his hips: fingers dancing along the hemline of his shirt. He winced away, a huffed laugh in reaction to your gentle touch, a laugh that caught within his mouth as you tickled his skin.

He reached his hands down over your own, breaking your contact away from his stomach and placed them on the back rest beside your head. He interlaced his fingers with your own, deepening the kiss as you took every moment of affection he was pressing into you.

“Sweetheart,” you whispered once more, attempting to break away your lips from his to no avail.

“Please,” he whimpered against your lips, “Please, let me keep kissing you,” he sobbed, kissing the corner of your lips and uttering, “I just want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, darting down to his lips and back to his beautiful eyes. Your lips parted as you began articulating your thoughts, halting only as he drew his fingers to your lips and pressed against them softly.

“Please.”

[buggytales]

boothill thought i need to share: him with a mechanic! reader?

reader being the only person he allows to touch and tinker with his body, reader performing routine check ups on him, reader sharing their ideas on how to upgrade his mechanical body and maybe just maybe he lets them go through with it? reader always being his first choice when he feels something isnt right and god forbid something malfunctions.

just... boothill trusting reader with all of himself, his mind, his body, his robotic heart ♡

i would appreciate if u tagged me if u use this idea ☆

[everlastingauthor]

Buggy & Snake Charmer Partner Headcanons

➣ Tags: Buggy The Clown, GN Reader, Reader is a snake charmer with snake like features, angst, bullying harassment, death & romance.

➣ Proof Read: No

➣ Request Open: Yes

➣ Media: Buggy The Pirate Clown From One Piece

• When Buggy first found you, you were living on a small island by yourself. Buggy was almost attacked by some snakes until he saw how you commanded those snakes especially for them to give back his fingers, Buggy thought you were interesting. He had seen many things in life but never a human with snake like features who could control snakes. He thought you would make a perfect addition to his crew - Especially since you were poisonous that would make good protection, it took Buggy a while to convince you to join his crew but you eventually did not wanting to be alone on that small island anymore, and you always wanted to travel.

• Buggy is fascinated on how you perform with your snake, he also finds it funny how you are able to scare the rest of the crew. No one on that ship really messed with you unless they wanted to be poisoned by you or their snakes. Buggy of course tries to pretend he's not scared but in reality he's very scared which is why he tries not to piss you off by yelling at you or giving you too many tasks.

• He knows that you are cold blooded, so he does everything power to keep you warm and your cabin warm. He has had to steal some things here and there to keep you warm. But it's worth because the more he sees, he starts to feel something for you and part of him is scared to admit, because why would he need to be in a relationship especially with someone in his crew but he can't help but to always enjoy seeing you perform or playing with your snakes.

• Buggy once in awhile can see how you'll shut down when others call you a monster or make snarky comments about your appearance. One time he caught you during the night crying because one of the crew members had made fun of your scales and eyes saying this place was starting to feel more like a freak show with you added. Of course Buggy gave you comfort that night, telling you how amazing you are that you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are. The plan was practically babbling about how prefect you were his eyes that he hadn't noticed that you are getting flustered.

• He thought you ate devil's fruit to end up like this but you told him that you were born this way, that your mother was a naga and your father was a human. You told him how kids would tease you and how others saw you as a monster, that one day when children started disappearing from your village; rumors began your mother and you were eating these children. That your father who was a teacher was leading these children away. These rumors soon brought fear to the village that they thought it was true.

So that night they stormed your family's home and killed your mother, your father sacrifice his life to get you on a small boat away from the village, you eventually ended up on an island and stayed there for many years surviving on fruits and other animals. You'll never forget what the village did to your parents. Hearing your story made Buggy's heart ache, that he made a promise that no harm will ever come your way.

• Buggy eventually asked you to dine with him at Baratie's you had never been there but always wanted to try the food so you agreed to go with him. Throughout the dinner Buggy made you laugh and smile even blush here and there. Buggy thought you looked lovely in the restaurant's glow - That the outfit you wore brought out your snake like eyes. You didn't mind Buggy asking you questions about being a snake persona. And he didn't mind you asking questions about how he came into Devil Fruit's and his ability.

• You were the one to ask Buggy out first, this happened when you were helping him with his makeup. Buggy that he was dreaming when you asked him out that you were joking, but after you pinched him with your sharp nails he realized that this wasn't a dream with an goofy grin and fast nod he agreed to be your boyfriend. Buggy the pirate captain clown finally had a partner, wow Shanks owns him a lot of berries after saying he'd bet Buggy ten hundred berries he'll never get a partner.

• Mihawk Dracule and Crocodile are surprised that Buggy has a partner, how could anyone want to date that clown. They assumed that Buggy probably kidnapped you or that Buggy is paying you to date him, but after being around you. They see that you truly love Buggy, they hope that Buggy doesn't fuck up this relationship. They are also surprised that you are in Buggy's crew with your abilities and poisons, they thought you would be good on your own. But you and Buggy share the spotlight which again is a surprise because Buggy doesn't like sharing the spotlight.

• Buggy loves to cuddle with you, he doesn't mind that he's sweating because of how warm it is in your cabin. He often enjoys how your sharp nails run through his hair, it makes him groan and relax when you scratch his head. Buggy also doesn't mind when your snakes slip into the cuddle he often refers to your snakes as his children claiming he's their father now.

• You taught Buggy a lot about snakes from their color, size, non venomous, and venomous. Buggy often tries to drop snake facts on Mihawk and Crocodile to sound smart, but he often gets these facts mixed up with the wrong snake that you giggle right behind him when Mihawk rolls his eyes and Crocodile calls him idiot. At least he's trying to learn even when he gets things mixed up.

• When making out with Buggy you have to be careful while you may not be poisonous, you found out that your venom can paralyze someone for 10 hours, now how did you find out? You were making out with Buggy before his big number but when biting his lip while making out, you watched him walk away to begin his performance but when he threw his arms up and smiled he stayed like that for a while before falling out. This lead to some panic but you and the crew realized that your clown captain was okay - you spent 10 hours apologizing to Buggy until he could move. He forgave you and knew it was an accident but now he knows that you and him could paralyze enemies.

• No matter what Buggy will always love you and your snakes, your his little snake charmer and he's your circus king.

Taglist: [dm or comment if you want to be part of my one-piece taglist]

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - So handsome.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “buggy with a reader who wears glasses ( I’ve never seen anyone write for glasses reader 😩)  maybe one day reader pulls out there glasses while trying to read something.” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

How was Buggy supposed to know you have glasses ? You never wore them ! So to him, you had great eyesight.

He just thought your heavy squinting problem was just you thinking while reading or watching something from afar.

Yet, you had glasses since you were a kid and needed to wear them all the time, which you stopped doing when you became a pirate. They got broken too easily. How many times have you had to buy a new pair just after getting the new ones again…

So you rarely wore them except when you really needed them. But so far it didn't happen much. Except for today.

Today, you had put your hands on a treasure map and couldn't read it. Every details and inscriptions were too small.

Kneeling down to read it, you patted your pocket for your glasses, finding the box quickly. You opened it and put them on and, oh, wow, suddenly everything was neat and clear. People see like this all day long without any help ? That's how you're supposed to see ? You blinked several times, getting adjusted to your new vision and focused back on the map.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here ?” Asked Buggy, approaching you from behind. “Found something interesting ?”

“A treasure map, I think…” You turned to him briefly before looking back at the piece of paper, to make sure it's indeed a treasure map as in map for berries and gold and not some kid's stash of broken dreams and hope. “Wouldn't want to find like last time, a chest full of Uta goodies and posters. We took it, but still. Gold's better. Right ?”

But Buggy had stopped listening, staring at the back of your head.

“Look at me ?” He said moving his head slightly to the side to see your face.

“What ?” You partially turned around. But you were still mainly facing the map.

“Look at me, please.”

You turned around with a frown, not understanding why he was demanding such random things.

He continued staring at you, blinking slowly.

“Whose glasses is that ?” He asks quietly. From whom did you take them…

“Me ?”

“Yes, you.” He rolled his eyes, hands on his hips.

“No, I mean, those are mine.” You said and Buggy continued to look at you. He squinted his eyes, grimacing as he leaned closer, almost nose to nose.

“Since when do you have glasses ?”

“Ferever ?” You blinked back in confusion, not realizing it was the first time he saw you with them. And for a second he wondered if his memory wasn't playing him games. Did he forget you had glasses…?

“Huh…” He looked at your face, still grimacing. What… ?

“Oh ! No ! Yeah, it's the first time I wear them in front of you, you're right.” You said with a laugh, taking them off.

“What !?”

“Yeah.”

“You wear glasses ?!” He yelled, taking them from your hands and putting them on his nose. “How blind are you !?” He asks, moving his flying hand in front of himself.

“Uh… a bit.” You laughed, trying to get them back from him. Without success.

“Wait. So you're seeing me blurry ?”

“Y- yeah ?”

“And you still chose to date me !?”

You said nothing, an awkward smile on your face.

“You only know me blurry !?”

“...It's nice to see you neatly.” You said with a grin.

Buggy grimaced dramatically, cutting himself in pieces, contracting in a random pose.

“Blurry !? I was blurry all this time !?” His hands flew to you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“I fell in love with you blurry, yeah. Are you scared that neatness will change something ?”

He froze.

“It's not- is it possible ?”

“I don't know, let me check.” You said, grabbing back your glasses to put them on. You look at him and make a thinking pose. Buggy stares at you, waiting.

“...” You say nothing, letting the tension build. “You're right, it's too different. I can date you with a neat vision.” You take them off, wiping fake tears.

“Whaaat !? [Name] !” He shook you again. “What does this mean !?”

“You're too handsome.” You fake sobbed. And he froze again.

“What is wrong with you !? Saying such things !?” He said, pushing your head away, while grumbling.

“Understand me !” You continue sobbing. “I'm used to the Buggy who's pretty all blurry. How am I supposed to take I have a boyfriend who's not just pretty but handsome as fuck !”

“Stop it !” He blushed slightly.

“I should've put on my glasses sooner !” You said, eagerly putting them back on to look at him. “Such beauty, I have to look at you !”

“Stop it !” He screamed, face all red from both anger and embarrassment. “Give me the damn map instead !” And with that you stopped fake sobbing in an instant, turning around to grab what he wanted with a small smile.

“Aye.” You simply said, handing it to him, smiling proudly at how red you made him.

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Thespian Attraction — Buggy x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Buggy is known for many things, and his pride is a large contributor to much of his notoriety. He's definitely big on words of affirmation, even going above and beyond so you'll praise him for whatever he's doing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's prone to calling you petnames relating to treasure and valuables, as he sees you as the most precious thing he's ever held. On top of that, basically any petname he gives you will have a high chance of having "my" added to it. "My gem", "my treasure", "my dear", etc

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Without a doubt a jealous type when it comes to relationships. He trusts you, just not other people. He makes sure no one gets too close, or makes anything relating to a sly comment towards you. Thankfully as time went on he got a lot less intense about this

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely no problem with PDA. Though some might think he'd be worried about his image whilst parading around a partner, he actually delights in others knowing you're with him. Hell, he'll gladly tell anyone that you're on his side for almost any reason

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very physically affectionate, he almost always wants an arm around you or a hand holding yours. He gets the most relaxed when you're holding him or comforting him through touch, it's a go-to to calm him down

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You can usually get Buggy to pick up chores just by challenging his ego. Well why do you get to do dishes? He could do it if he wanted! As a matter of fact, sit down and watch! He can flashily do anything, he'll have you know

ᯓᡣ𐭩 There's been quite a few times where exchanging kisses has left your face covered in comedically large and messy red makeup stains from him. Or his cheek rubbing against yours affectionatley that leads to more makeup smudging onto you. The crew's gotten used to it by now. If you're late to a meeting and show up with colorful smudges, they don't question it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You once tried to peck a kiss to his nose to show how you didn't mind how it looked, and Buggy practically froze up. His gut reaction would've been to get immediately defensive, but he didn't want to snap at you, so he held back. He ended up not knowing how to react, and when you worriedly asked if he was okay, he gave a sputtered reply as his face grew redder and he quickly changed topics

[princeoftheeternalbog]

OP characters reacting to you kissing them and running away :) PART TWO🤸 (here is part 1) established relationship ish.

Some lovely person requested Shanks, Benn, Doffy and Crocodile! I decided to include Shanks, Benn, Crocodile, Jinbei, Mihawk, Rayleigh and Buggy (the old man brigade tbh).

I did try to write for doflamingo but I hate him so much I just couldn't do it😭😭.

Might be suggestive so mdni!

Shanks

Tbh depends on what side you do it.

If it's his left side then he just notes it in his head so he can get pay back later. If its his right side you're done for.

Immediately snatches you as soon as you try to run away, "Oho what do we have here? a thief?", gets right in your face with this cocky ass smirk that kinda makes you want to slap him and also makeout. Also his grip is intense, you will not be able to wiggle out. After he lost his arm he had to be able to make up that strength so yk.

Benn

Side eye. He looks at you so disapprovingly that you just apologise immediately instead of trying to run away...however this was a trap and he uses the opportunity to SNATCH you off the ground and into his arms. Laughs if you scream tbh. He always has to have the last laugh and he plays dirty, and somehow you manage to fall for these tricks almost every time so he enjoys this immensely. He doesn't even care how "unfair" it is, afterall you're so easy to tease so why would he not indulge-

Buggy

Screams in outrage.

"HOW CAN YOU DO THAT AND JUST RUN AWAY" chases after you😞 really aggressively😞.

Tbh it's kinda cute like in hindsight because it makes him really flustered but like in the moment its like WHAT THE FUCK. yk yk. You better hope he doesn't catch you because he will not be merciful in his pay back, though he would never hurt you. Hes just not used to pda and he definitely has cuteness aggression so he just wants to bite you when you're so sweet to him.

Crocodile

You don't get away.

The second you lean in his arm is curling around your waist to hold you still while he puts all his focus into kissing you back, it's literally like one hand cradling your jaw while he licks into your mouth. He doesn't care if anybody else is there, in fact he enjoys it because he gets to show off that you are his partner. After that he'll keep you with him for as long as possible, doesn't care if you have stuff to do and he absolutely will manhandle you if you try to leave😭.

Mihawk

Lets you run away, like he'll follow you but he just walks and it's somehow way scarier than being caught straight away😟. The look he gives you as you start to step back just makes your stomach flip and your knees go weak. He turns it into some horrifying game which is basically just him stalking you like a predator (👁️👁️). Somehow manages to lead you into a dead end even though you're the one in front ???? "Oh dear, it seems you made a wrong turn hm?". Absolutely will stop if you start getting uncomfortable, he just enjoys teasing you.

Jinbei

Really playful and sweet :(. Laughs so loud because he's surprised and just watches you run off. He will absolutely do the same thing back and it's just so unexpected that it usually makes you forget about whatever you were supposed to be doing. Tries to catch you sometimes depending on his mood, like he'll straight up snatch you from the ground so he can hold you in his arms, HES SO CUTE :(. Also I think he blushes very easily even though he's quite cool-headed.

Rayleigh

Another playful one, tries to catch you in like a non scary way and is absolutely willing to make a fool of himself to make you laugh. Though if he thinks you're doing it in order to tease him then he will give the same energy back. Like he won't give you time to run away, he just steps into your little personal bubble and his hands settle on your waist like steel, "Leaving so soon honey?" RAHHH SHUT UP!!!! He's so fine and he knows it and it makes him despicable.

[strawberriemarswrites]

I thought up an interesting one yandere shanks vs yandere buggy with bounty hunter reader who keeps trying to kill/catch them but keeps on failing

Hehehe I had a slow week at work and wrote this stuff during my downtime.

Yandere!Shanks vs Yandere!Buggy and a Bounty Hunter GN!Reader

Words: 295 Rating: T

You were prepared for the life of a bounty hunter to be dangerous.

You were not prepared for that danger to present itself as two emperors of the sea vying for your attention, despite your attempts to bring in their heads.

(In your defense, only one of them was an emperor when you started. But hey, go big or go home, right?)

What started as an attempt to collect Buggy’s bounty has turned into an unstable loop of catch-and-release, where Buggy is convinced your attempts on his life are just elaborate ploys to join his crew.

He also thinks it’s your way of flirting with him, and he’s very into it. 

Shanks gets involved incidentally when he sets out to see his old friend one day and finds you trying to kill him.

However, he misinterprets it as Buggy trying to kill you and... “rescues” you from the situation.

Well, now that you’re conveniently so close to an emperor of the sea, you’d be foolish not to use the opportunity to try and collect his bounty.

Shanks thinks your attempts are the funniest damn thing in the world. Come on, have a few drinks! You can try and kill me later!

Buggy now thinks that Shanks is trying to steal you away from him romantically, so he kidnaps you back.

Shanks “rescues” you every single time.

Before you know it your mission to collect bounties has turned into a cycle of kidnappings and rescues. In between you try to go after other bounties when you can, but the two of them are relentless.

Buggy does not want to share.

Shanks thinks the more the merrier, and frequently just tries to convince Buggy of that, but of course the clown’s not gonna hear any of it.

[sordidmusings]

Cuddle Ficlets - Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

A/N: Companion piece to my cuddle headcanons for these characters! While I was writing the headcanons, images of these scenes popped in my head so I decided to actually write them out for y'all

Includes! Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Luffy, Usopp, Mihawk, Buggy, and Shanks

Word Count: ~4.8k total, 500+ each

Warnings: gn!reader, brief suggestive allusions, opla lean but anime also in mind, sickeningly sweet, each of them is painfully soft for you and very in love, thought too long and hard on the pet names 🤡

I hope these make you smile ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Zoro

Nami and Usopp giggled at you, making obnoxious kissy faces, while you rolled your eyes and continued petting Zoro’s hair. You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face though. The thought of how quickly they would rush to hide their mocking gestures if the swordsman on your lap simply rolled over added another level of amusement for you. The weight of Zoro’s head was comfortable on your thigh and the way he’d nestled his forehead and nose into your stomach had your heart fluttering. Your other hand was rubbing into his delt and bicep and he’d long since become puddy for you. You looked down on him lovingly and moved the hand in his hair down to scratch at the base of his skull. He let out a happy groan that you’re sure he wouldn’t want the others to keep for more teasing ammunition.

“C’mon hun, let’s get to bed,” you prompted softly. The sun had finished setting anyway. Not that he’d watched it for a second, too busy soaking up your attention. Zoro turns his head slightly to squint up at you. You’d never get tired of the bleary look he gives you when you rouse him from his rest. How such a handsome face could remind you so much of an over-tired toddler you’ll never know.

After staring for a few long seconds to make sure you were really going to make him move, Zoro got himself up with a sigh. He was nice enough to turn to you and give you his hands to help you stand even though both of you knew you didn’t need it. He just needed the excuse to keep touching you. All the way to the room, you held his hand in his favorite way; a palm at his wrist and fingers curling down to rest their tips in the creases of his own palm. It was born from the shy beginnings of touching each other, where everything was bursting with the adrenaline of “will they let me?” and relief at the physically spoken “yes” in return. He found that it let him reminisce at those moments while appreciating the familiarity you two have now.

The process of preparing for bed was swift. The way you both danced around each other looked rehearsed - a guiding hand here, brushing fingers there, mindless kisses everywhere in between. Zoro got into the hammock first, making sure to leave you room at his side. He had long since switched out his old hammock for a four-pointed one to give you both plenty of space. You always end up pressed together anyway.

It was an uncommon occasion when he was the one clinging to you in your bed, but you didn’t mind. You knew he needed the contact in the way he would fidget and stare at you until he decided that you’d given him enough of yourself to sate him that night. This night, that meant that you were snuggled into his side with your head on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat and steady breathing. You’d caged one of his legs with yours, one stretched long beside it and the other resting over his thigh. He was comfortably spread out on his back, the arm behind you mostly lying limp, but from time to time it would come alive to hug you closer or rub along your back. Both of you inhaled long and full and sunk in deeply to the bedding and each other as you exhaled the day out.

Zoro placed one final kiss to your hairline with a lovingly mumbled “Night, pest.” 

Ah, you love this man and his allergy to conventional sentimentality.

“Goodnight, my sweet love.” 

Of course, there’s an exception for when it’s coming from you.

Sanji

Sanji pretended not to notice how you’d get in his way in the kitchen just so that he would come up behind you in a hug and teeter-totter you back out from behind the counter. The gleeful laughter it got him every time was more than worth the extra task management. He’d go toe to toe with Luffy over a lunch so late it becomes dinner if that meant more time with you. Unluckily for Luffy’s impatient appetite, you knew this too. After leading you away once more, Sanji rubbed a cheek into the back of your shoulder before dragging his chin across it to whisper sweet words in your ear. 

“You’re sweeter than anything I could ever make; one more sample to help me get the taste right,” he breathed out before turning you and kissing you. Though there was no lack of passion, this kiss wasn’t meant to lead to anything; Sanji simply wanted to enjoy feeling you. Also, there were too many active flames in the kitchen for that level of distraction.

“You’re so kind keeping me company but you know I’m weak to a beautiful face,” he says softly. “Yours most of all.”

As if to prove his point, Sanji begins peppering your whole face in kisses. No one knows how to worship like this man; his lips were adoring and punctuated by nudges of his forehead against yours, eskimo kisses to your nose and cheeks and lips, and shuddering breaths warming the air you shared. He was cradling you, one hand guiding and supporting your head and one hand teasing your lower back while it held you flush together. One more searing kiss is placed on your lips before he is pulling away, trailing his hands last to touch you as long as possible.

You kept yourself busy distracting him, sometimes with questions and observations and sometimes with hugs and kisses. You knew Sanji’s palette was more refined than yours, but you also knew he meant it when he would feed you a bite of the food he was cooking because he wanted your opinion. It never failed to melt your heart; all he ever wanted was to include you and value you.

That’s why you always paid him back once you two were alone with the one thing he ever asked for: you. There were various ways he would indulge in you but tonight he just wanted to hold you and hoped that he could get you to understand how much he loves you with his endless compliments. You hoped that the adoration with which you looked at him and the tenderness with which you held him got him to understand that you always knew. It was an exchange you both would never cease, enjoying it too much and never feeling that anything was enough to express the expanse or depth of your adoration.

Sanji helped you drift off to sleep with soothing caresses to the thigh thrown over his waist and the senseless trails of his finders on your back. He cherished the weight of your head on his chest and continued to plant the occasional kiss on top of your head well after he knew you were already asleep. Like all his touches, they were for him as much as they were for you. He kept whispering sweet praises and promises to you, hoping they would reach you in your dreams.

“I am yours, my one and only love. Wherever you will go, I will follow.”

Nami

Your day was filled, as it usually was, with Nami at your side. It started with you untangling from each other to leave the bed once there were no more reasonable excuses to stay together for just a few more minutes. Getting ready was filled with gentle bumps and languid leans against one another, still too sleepy for anything truly playful. Breakfast was eaten elbow to elbow but not thigh to thigh; she had instead hooked her leg over yours and kept it there. The whole time you felt the residual motions of her gently swinging foot massaging into the top of your thigh. It still astounded you how someone so tough could also be so adorable.

The activities of the day were always made co-operative. Sometimes that word got pushed to the bounds of its meaning (sitting back to back while studying something, tinkering with something sat at her feet while she watched the log pose, making sure to be in the same room for chores) and sometimes it was right at home (discussing plans and headings, combining efforts for anything requiring great strength, creating a two person assembly line for repetitive tasks). Either way, it made the mundane comfortable, the difficult surmountable, and the wondrous meaningful.

When night fell and all the day’s needs were met, you and Nami settled yourselves on the deck to enjoy the evening. Your legs were spread and she sat curled sideways between them, peeking out at the emerging stars from her place under your chin. You had brought out a cushion and blanket so neither the hard wood nor the ocean breeze would chase you in early. You placed yourselves against the center tangerine planter, drawn by the smell of leaves and bark and dirt. The fresh smell of the tangerine tree always made you feel close to her and it made her feel close to home.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” you began. Nami turned and nosed at your neck to urge you to continue. The barely-there touch radiated goosebumps across your skin. “Holding you, having quiet time with you. You’re so amazing and I get to be the one to share this stuff with you.” You felt a shy smile spread against your skin and your chest flooded with swirling warmth. “Seriously, Nami, you’re so strong and intelligent and beautiful and kind and you deserve the world you’re going to chart.” That smile pressed a tender kiss into you. The shakiness of her breath on your neck afterward let you know how much the words meant to her.

“I love you,” Nami mumbled, still somehow timid about saying it to you. She was unpracticed in baring her feelings, but she still tried for you. You rubbed your chin over her head once, appreciating her feather-soft hair, before settling to rest your cheek back against her. Your palm found the back of her hand and you coaxed your fingers between hers. Her thumb brushes your pinky. You bring that hand to your face and kiss the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist.

“I love you too, dear heart.” You used to feel silly giving her such an old fashioned sentimental name, but the way she would choke up or hold tighter any time you said it let you know to never stop saying it, even when she received the title as easily as she swept through the seas.

Luffy

The D in Monkey D Luffy now stands for Dependent because he only ever functioned with you at this point. Not in the way that he’d become a sobbing needy mess if you weren’t around, but in the way that something felt Wrong if you weren’t touching him or at least within reach (thankfully his reach is longer than anyone else’s). Everything else would be left on standby while the ever impulsive man would find you to fix it without even thinking about what he was doing. That behavior had tipped you off to his soft spot for you, but the way your plate was the only one he left untouched by his stealing hands made it inarguable.

His impulsive nature also led him to hold (read: “manhandle”) you however was easiest or however Luffy felt like at the time. At first you felt a bit out of your element being at his whims and finding yourself in strange or intimate positions in front of others, but you eventually stopped caring. Sometimes it was even amusing to see the exasperated and perturbed looks you’d get from the crew if one of you was hooked around the other in a particularly creative way. One of your favorites is when he’d swing and carry you around upside down with his arms holding tight around your waist and your legs bouncing above them. It made you feel like a kid again and it was fun to jokingly threaten the others with your kicking legs at eye level. Luffy loved being able to just grab and play with you in a way that was 98% innocent (the other 2% was enjoying the view he got).

You were spending the end of the day as you usually did; sitting together on the figurehead of the Going Merry, watching the dark waves and sky. Luffy had his arms snug around you and his legs spread to frame yours. The warmth of his body felt heavenly pressed against you, contrasting perfectly with the crisp ocean breeze on your face. You held his precious hat in your hands, keeping it safe so he was free to snuggle his face into you. His hands would knead at your sides or move to squeeze yours lovingly. His swinging feet had his legs shifting consistently next to yours, only interrupted by his occasional need to give you a full body squeeze because his affection was too great to hold back anymore. He was only ever still when he was sleeping and even then he’d still manage to toss and turn whenever the whim struck him.

You turned enough to look back and see his smile, which only grew when you planted a big kiss on his cheek. His movements slowed when you trailed the tip of your nose along his cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth. You were pulling out a languid Luffy that only you got to enjoy.  

“Come on, sunshine, let’s go to bed.”

Luffy nodded in agreement then leaned his forehead into your temple. “Only if you’ll be there too,” he bargained brightly.

“I’ll think about it,” you teased, as if you could even remember the last night you spent without him wrapped around you.

Usopp

Flustered Usopp never fails to unlock your cute aggression. That’s why you’ve taken the liberty of snuggling up to him when the crew all gathered on the deck to unwind with drinks (sans Luffy who was getting a mustache from his usual milk). You’ve been together for awhile, the crew has known you’ve been together for awhile, the crew knew even longer than that that both of you were fools for each other, and yet Usopp still gets all shy. You’ve checked in with him to make sure it wasn’t an anxious feeling, to which he responded that “the brave Captain Usopp never feels anxious”. At your deadpan look, he eventually answered much more sincerely, saying that it was more of an overwhelmed feeling. A good overwhelmed.

So you didn’t worry when you squished into his side, arms snug around his waist to make absolutely sure that there’s not a single millimeter keeping you apart. It didn’t make you pause when having your legs thrown across his lap caused him to chuckle nervously and talk through stutters. You didn’t back off when his voice cracked from the feeling of your lips pressing just below his collarbone. It was cute that it still affected him so much with the feeling of your lips muffled through his shirt.

As the night wore on and the bottles emptied, Usopp got bolder and you got sleepier. It was the perfect combination really; by the time you became boneless he was no longer afraid to pull you into his lap and indulge the both of you in affection. His skittering touches turned into sweeping caresses across your back, gentle scratching at your scalp, and soothing massages on your legs. Usopp took his time to enjoy touching you and you soaked everything in, letting it lull you further into hazy relaxation.

The transfer from deck to bedroom was a blur of leaning bodies, pulling hands, and stumbling feet. Giggles played out as well, of course; the free kind that cared not for volume control, acceptable timbre, or suppressing snorts. This whirlwind of sound and motion continued all the way until you collapsed against the bed. Thankfully the two of you had the wherewithal to fling your shoes and most of your clothes off before you fell into the mess of plush blankets and pillows. 

“How do you want me,” you asked in your most ridiculous parody of a sexy purr.

Usopp laughed and then took his time sashaying over to you, swaying more than necessary due to the influence of fruity drinks. He crawled on top of you on his hands and knees and leaned in close to you, faking a pass at your lips to then make his way to your ear. You awaited something teasing or sensual.

“Little spoon!” he said cheerfully and plopped into his side next to you.

You smiled cheerfully at his playful toying with the mood. You quickly turned and shimmied yourself backwards to lay flush to his chest. Usopp greeted you with a crushing, cute-aggression fueled hug. The way your heart pounded with joy made you thankful he was holding you tight, lest it jump right out of your chest. You returned the pressure for a moment with your own arms around his, before you both relaxed into the embrace.

“I need bedtime stories, please,” you said. You knew he’d be more than happy to give you what you wanted.

There was a kiss to the back of your head. “Of course, snuggle bug.”

You drifted off in your favorite way; wrapped in Usopp’s arms and half-listening to the fantastical tales his sleepy voice wove for you.

Mihawk

Laying with Mihawk was a treat for the senses. All of his strong muscles became soft pillows for you to lay on and he radiated steady warmth like blankets fresh from the drier. You don’t know how he managed it, but he always smelled so good like an expensive blend of scented oils you’d only find on the back shelves of worldly markets. The weight of his hands and arms on you was soothing and made you feel protected. When his hands weren’t holding you to him, they were lightly massaging into you, working out all your stresses from the day. When he’d brush his cheek and jaw across your temple, his facial hair would tickle you teasingly or have your skin tingle pleasantly.

It made it all the more difficult when you needed to get up. Right now you wanted up because you had gotten into his hold immediately upon entering your shared room, which meant you had no time to change. At this point you had become settled enough to yearn for comfier clothes to sleep in. You moved your hands from grasping his thick shoulder and tracing shapes on his pec to plant them into the bed and lift yourself up. You pushed but couldn’t make it even a millimeter away. In fact, you’ve caused reverse progress; Mihawk's arms were now cinched around your waist, pressing you even closer. You arched your back to raise your head and shoulders. He was already staring at you. Though his whole face was relaxed, the way he stared unblinking felt accusatory.

“I have to change,” you explain, though you do move your hand to draw on his chest again. You can't help it - it’s right there. Mihawk continued to stare deeply into your eyes with those yellow irises that always had you feeling naked and vulnerable. Good thing he was always there to keep you safe through those feelings (and maybe exploit that thrill when the mood struck him). When he decided enough time had passed for you to understand what you did wrong, he smoothed one hand up to rest between your shoulder blades and pushed you back down into his chest, making you let out a little “oof!”. He kept the pressure there until he felt you fully relax against him and shift slightly to meld completely into his hold. He turned a kiss to your temple in praise for your acquiescence.

“Just a while more, little lamb,” he murmured. The way that his hands moved over you, exploring and caressing like you were precious and divine, made it easy to relent. The way his core had minutely tensed below you let you know he was dreading your parting, anxious about losing your touch.

You placed an obliging kiss against his chest and he could relax again. “Anything you want, my love.”

He guided your head up so that he could give you a kiss in return. “So good for me,” he praised against your lips.

“I’ll be anything as long as it’s for you,” you promised, staring earnestly into his eyes. You watched as his pupils dilated further, eating away at that piercing yellow.

Mihawk dove forward to give you a quick, but fierce, kiss. After pulling back, he pressed your foreheads together so your noses brushed and your breaths mingled, wishing for it to somehow bind your souls directly together, never to part.

Buggy

You knew Buggy was going to practically smother you while cuddling tonight from the moment he shot his hand out to you upon your entrance and dragged you to meet him on his throne. As with most nights on the Big Top, there was drinking and merriment so you had to use all your skills to duck and weave through the literal circus and make it to him unruffled. Buggy had started with you sitting sideways across his lap but quickly decided that wasn’t close enough. You were turned so that you could wrap both arms and legs around him, while his arms pulled you firmly into him. You laughed because he continued fussing like that still wasn’t close enough.

You knew just how to placate him long enough to let you eat and drink before he stole you off to bed to be his personal teddy bear. You kissed his jawline with a whispered “you have such a sharp jaw, it’s so sexy” and he stopped his grumbling. You rubbed out the tension in his shoulders and he stopped fidgeting. You nuzzled into the side of his head and his grip became less desperate. You nosed at the sensitive skin behind his ear and he forgot that there was even anything to forget. Only then were you safe to lean back and have your dinner, paying for the distance with kisses to his hand, wrist, and cheek between bites of your meal. 

When you were done, Buggy threw you over his shoulder to carry you to the Captain’s quarters. It was his favorite way to remind everyone (and reassure himself) that you had chosen him and you were his. The moment you were behind a closed door, you took advantage of your position and gave him a firm slap to the ass. Instead of scolding you, he responded with a slightly harder slap to your own ass, getting you to let out a barking laugh. He may have also left his hand there afterwards to, you know, help hold you more stably.

Once in bed, you ended up exactly as expected - absolutely enveloped in Buggy. He had opted to have you lay on your back with him on your chest and his arms back to gripping you tight. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, where he tried to keep his nose in the sheets and off of you. You would shove him right back into the comfier position each time. Even with his face shoved into you, you managed to hear him complain, “You’re supposed to hold me back.” What a needy baby; your arms were already around him and your legs were spread so he could lay in between them. 

You lifted your legs up to hook around his waist, clasped your arms in a ring around his chest, and squeezed with all your might. A sharp “hnnnghk” rushed out of him with all the air in his lungs and you laughed loud and long, losing the strength of your grip under the force of your joy. You’re lucky that’s Buggy’s favorite sound because he was getting ready to bite into your shoulder for freedom and vengeance. When you settled back down, you did what he was actually seeking and pressed him into you with a firm warm hand on the center of his back and the back of his head. Both legs slid down, one to hook your calf around his and the other to press into the length of his. You felt his chest expand as he inhaled as far as his lungs would allow and contract as he exhaled all the tension from his body.

“Rest, love,” you gently encouraged. You placed a kiss on his temple. “I’m not going anywhere, even when you sleep.”

Buggy placed answering kisses to the skin at the base of your neck.

“Thank you, showstopper.”

Shanks

This night was playing out as many had before; you sat on the floor in front of Shanks between his spread legs, sharing jokes and memories over drinks with the rest of the crew. You had each of your arms hooked behind his calves, hanging loosely from a grip on each knee. You’d indulge Shanks with sporadic kisses to the sensitive skin inside his knee and thigh. He’d repay you by playing with your hair or rubbing at your shoulders, just the way he knows you like. 

You two were sharing a large bottle of dark rum. You’d ask for it by craning your head back with a pout or tugging insistently at his clothes and he’d tease you by placing it to rest on top of your head or establishing eye contact and taking a long drink. For the past few tugs at his empty sleeve to get his attention and hopefully some rum, you only earned him deliberately missing the point to give you a kiss instead. This time he gave you an upside down kiss when you looked back and you whined into his mouth. He didn’t linger long and you tried your hardest to look upset with him. More laughs burst out around you at your poor attempt.

“What is this? You don’t want my kisses anymore,” Shanks questioned dramatically, his hand coming to his chest like he’s wounded. The effect would’ve been stronger if that hand wasn’t still holding the jug of rum. “You curse me; I can never survive without your love.”

“Then you better start paying for it with that booze,” you warned through an insuppressible grin. His chest shook with his laugh and he finally swung the bottle your way.

Over the course of the night, you made your way into his lap, allowing your tipsy self the perfect opportunity to be all over him. The crew was used to it anyway, and the two of you always scampered off before anything exceeded PG-13, so no one gave it a second thought. Currently, you were leaned into his chest with his arm wrapped around your back. Your left arm cradled what was left of the rum in your lap and your right arm was reached out to where you were diligently massaging his left shoulder and upper arm. You had worked him until he was boneless and you were positive he’d be purring if he could. Neither of you registered the jokes about the sickeningly sweet display or how tightly wrapped Shanks was around your finger. Eventually, Shanks gained the strength of will to loll his head forward and rest it against yours.

“Ready to move to bed, darling?” he asked. The gentle way he began rocking you made it difficult to answer.

“Too far,” you mumbled.

“Grab on,” he sighed, scooching you both forward in his seat. The jug was moved to the floor and you spun to face Shanks, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You let out a happy hum at the close contact. While standing up, he groaned much louder than necessary for a man who could probably lift a ship. His hand happily gripped your ass to support you the whole way to his bed. He tried to lean over it so you could detach yourself safely but you just held him tighter. Never able to tell you no, he crawled into the bed with you instead of pulling you off of himself.

There wasn’t much rearranging once you both made it onto the bed - just enough to haphazardly cover up with a blanket and make sure Shanks wasn’t crushing you to death. You felt your mind begin to float away but you couldn’t end the night without saying, “I love you, my dear captain.”

You just barely caught his eternal response before you fully slipped under.

“I love you too, my north star.”