#buggy x gn reader

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. When You Wear Their Clothes

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๋ ࣭ ⭑ Tags: Romance, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, & One Piece

๋ ࣭ ⭑ Characters: Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks, Smoker, Buggy, & Robin

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⤷ Dracule Mihawk

He thinks that you look adorable in his hat and coat, especially when the coat is open and you aren't wearing anything underneath. He chuckled upon finding you in his coat and hat. " What are you doing my dear? " He asked while leaning against the doorway. " I'm trying to be the greatest swordsman. How do you fight in this coat? It's heavy. " You said while turning around in it. Mihawk chuckled pushing off the doorway and stalked towards you. He used one hand to cup your face and made you look at him, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your cheek. " It's quite easy, especially since the coat isn't heavy to me. " Mihawk said, leaning down as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. " At least it's not as bad as Sir Crocodile's coat, right my love? " His amber eyes pour into your (e/c) as you chuckled softly, nodding your head and agreeing with him that Crocodile's coat seems a lot worse than Mihawk's coat. But the two of you would never say to his face since you two didn't want Crocodile berating you both for his fashion choice.

⤷ Sir Crocodile

He couldn't blame you for wearing his coat, you weren't used to cold places. But with Crocodile having to relocate, he has to give you his coat once in a while. He won't admit it, but he likes how you wear his coat. " Tch, you look like a fur ball... " He told you while he smoked his cigar and had his coffee. You were curled up on the couch balled up a bit in his coat while reading. " Would you still love me if I was a fur ball? " You asked him without looking up from your book. Crocodile rolled his eyes at your idiotic silly question, but he was used to it. " I would, but I prefer you not to be a fur ball. " He rolled his eyes and took a couple of sips of his coffee. Crocodile would rather see you warm than a cold, shivering mess; he was actually glad that you asked for his coat. You could always reach for a blanket or grab your own coat or a sweatshirt, but no, you would always come to him, and secretly, that made him smile whenever you bounced away with his coat, and whenever he got it back, it smelled like you so bouns.

⤷ Shanks

This man goes wild seeing you in his shirt whenever you walk around your guy's shared cabin. He sits there with a goofy grin plastered on his face. " What? " You looked at him as you were trying to crochet another blanket for you and Shanks's bed. " What? Can't I admire my beautiful partner? Even when they look quite sexy in my shirt. " Shanks leaned up, kissing your neck, which sent a shiver down your spine. " Shanks, I'm trying to crochet here. " You told him. Your cheeks were warm as you tried not to giggle and give into the sexual tension that Shanks was trying to build up. He loved how his shirt made you look fetching and that it was his own personal bedroom attire on you. Forgot lingerie, if you wore one of his shirts in the bedroom, he would whistle and ravish you. Shanks continued to kiss your neck and shoulder while caressing your inner thighs; you couldn't ignore it, especially since you wanted him to kiss other places. " Alright, ravish me, redhead. " You looked at him and smirked.

⤷ Smoker

He saw you wearing his coat when he came home, he stepped into the kitchen as you were cooking dinner. " Why are you wearing my coat (y/n)? " He asked while opening the fridge to grab him something to eat. " I missed you and wanted a hug, but you weren't here so this was the next best option. " You replied while frying the meat in the pan. This response made Smoker's face heat up as he sipped on his drink. " Go wash up for dinner, I'm making chicken katsu and rice balls with cabbage. " You turned around and smiled at him. That damn smile always melted his heart; it's the reason whenever he was faced with a battle he would try his hardest to beat his opponent so that he could come home to you. " And dessert? " He asked; he wanted to stay in the kitchen a bit longer watching you cook and wear his coat. " Blueberry pie. " You told. Smoker noticed the coat was buttoned all the way up. " (Y/N) You got clothes underneath my uh coat,, right? " He asked. You turned around and smirked. " Go wash up, and after dinner, I'll give you a welcome home gift. " You chuckled, hearing Smoker leave the kitchen quickly.

⤷ Buggy

“ I'm sorry (Y/N)! " Buggy apologized over and over again while you were in the bathroom. Buggy planned on throwing cream pies at Mihawk and Crocodile to teach them a lesson for beating on him. But you were accidentally nailed in the face and chest with the cream pies when bringing your bombastic boyfriend lunch. " It's okay Buggy. " You said stepping out of the bathroom as you were drying your face. Buggy's jaw hung down as he saw you in his shirt. " Wow, I should throw cream pies at you more often to get you in my clothes. You look like an absolute super model! " Buggy giggled with delight as he hugged you. " And you used my blue cotton candy body wash. " Buggy said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. " I did it smells nice. " You ran your fingers through Buggy's hair. " And my shirt looks better on you then me. " Buggy said, bold of him to say since Buggy believed he always looked better than anyone else. " Thank you Buggy. " You kissed him on the nose, as Buggy was giddy with joy.

⤷ Robin

You told your girlfriend Robin that you wanted to look cool today, a total badass since you two would be going into town to do some shopping with Sanji and Chopper. She chuckled softly and let you wear her black leather jacket, which was amazing since it would match the black leather pants you bought last week; Robin held your hands when you two walked through the town. She thought you looked adorable in her jacket. " My my (Y/N), don't you look adorable in my jacket? " She chuckled softly and kissed your hand. You pouted and blushed. " No, I'm supposed to look badass. I should probably get some sunglasses like black shades. " You sighed. " You can still be adorable and look badass. " Robin chuckled as she walked with you. You smiled because she was right, I mean Chopper was adorable but also a badass whenever he was angry or in battle. " You are right Robin. " You kissed her hand and continued to walk as Robin smiled.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. One Piece Taglist: [Comment To Be Added]

[adozowa]

Incorrect quotes #14

— Shanks and buggy teasing masked reader

Shanks: " Cmon [ ] take em off! "

Buggy: " Yeah take it off [ ] !!! "

Reader: " OKAY FINE! "

* takes it off *

Both: gasp

Shanks: " oh [ ] I'm dripping 🤤 "

Buggy and you: 😧

[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.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

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.”

[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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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-"

[everlastingauthor]

⋆.˚ ★— Dating These OP Characters

ᯓ★ Author's Note: Please do not re-upload my work or feed it to ai, if you wish to translate my work and upload please get my permission first and credit me that's all I ask for, please remember to stay hydrated, take your vitamins and medicine, and remember you are loved.

ᯓ★ Tags: Romance, Angst, Comedy, GN Reader, One Piece, & Fluff

ᯓ★ Characters: Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, & Nico Robin

ᯓ★ Request Open: ☑ Yes | No

• He spoils you. Nothing is too good for his desert rose; he'll buy you anything you want, no matter the price. Sometimes he'll take you shopping just so he can see what stores to buy you so that you'll never have to pay for what you want. He doesn't like the idea of you working, why would you work if he can give you everything?

• He's a busy man, but he'll do his best to make time for you, so he won't tolerate his agents asking stupid questions or doing anything that will make a meeting long or late; he's also not a fan of his agents trying to talk or get to know you. He believes that no one in his business should talking with you, and if they try to even touch or flirt with you, let's just say that agent won't be at the next meeting.

• He thinks you look cute in his coat when you two go on walks. Mostly so Crocodile can clear his head, especially after a stressful day. The two of you will hold hands and walk somewhere quiet. When it gets cold he'll drape his large coat over you. He thinks that you look so cute in the coat, he won't say it but now even on walks he'll put his coat on you, it's like letting those around him know you are taken.

• He's surprised that when he escaped the Impel prison, that you waited for him. You didn't date, have flings, or do anything romantic or sexual with anyone. You truly waited for him to track you down. He almost wanted to cry when you told him that you would wait for him even in old age you would, now the first thing he was going to buy you was a diamond ring.

• He met you through Shanks, you were a medic of the Redhead pirates. Mihawk slowly courted you like a gentleman and when you agreed to go out with him, he was delighted. He loves to get you flowers and take you out to dinner every Monday and Saturday. He'll take you to the finest restaurants, he won't take you anywhere cheap especially if the fine is cheap.

• He won't admit it, but he likes it when you watch him train; you'll sit there either reading or doing your hobby while he's training. He was surprised when you asked him to teach you how to use a sword; you explained that you were only good with a gun and hand-to-hand combat, but you wanted to learn how to use a sword. He was slightly worried since he didn't want to be rough on you. But he saw the determination in your eyes so he agreed to train you, maybe he found it a bit romantic.

• He's a gentle lover, you'll know when Mihawk is in the mood because he'll come up behind you. He'll place his hands on your hips and kiss your shoulder and up to your neck. He'll wait till he knows you are also in the mood. If you are hoping for Mihawk to be a rough lover, he can be if you ask him permission just be prepared not to walk for some time.

• Mihawk loves peace and quiet, but when Zoro or Perona are around it doesn't feel right. He thinks of the two as his children so he has no issue with them being there but something still doesn't feel right, maybe he misses waking up to you in his bed whenever you spent the night, helping him with farming, watching him scold Perona and Zoro, and maybe complimenting his cooking. After a lot of thinking and a certain dream, he made a choice. Next time you come to visit he was going to greet you with a diamond ring.

• Buggy was surprised when you agreed to date him; you were Crocodile's PA (Personal Assistant). Buggy would always hear Crocodile warn you about being around Buggy. But you didn't care what your boss said. You loved seeing Buggy perform, he loved hearing your giggles at his jokes or clapping whenever he performed. So when you asked him out, he thought it was a joke. He even laughed, but he saw you were serious; he let out a proud laugh because you loved him and because Crocodile now owed him 20 thousand berries.

• He'll always make you laugh especially when you are sad or mad at him. Whenever you are crying, Buggy will perform or make jokes to see you laugh; he'll bring you delicious food from his circus or even a stuffed prize. If you are mad at him, he'll detach his hands and tickle you while making jokes, he'll tell you how cute you look when you laugh. He'll stop tickling you when you threaten to bite his hands.

• He tries to convince you to be his personal assistant to ditch Crocodile, but you tell him that you can't since Crocodile kinda saved your life and gave you an extremely well-paying job. Buggy pouted, understood, he just hates that you have to spend most of your time at Crocodile's beck and call. But whenever you got your vacation days you would always spend your time with Buggy and making him feel like the bombastic clown he is.

• He loves when you are part of his performances, to join in on the entertainment. He'll even paint your face a bit to give it that lovely clown look, Buggy taught you how to throw knives and try tight rope walking. Just seeing you want to be part of his performances always smiling and laughing, he wanted to see that for the rest of his life. So let's just say the next thing Buggy plans to steal is a diamond ring.

• You love your boyfriend even though he could be an idiot sometimes. But what did you expect when you agreed to date him and join his crew. Shanks knew you loved to travel, so he, of course, took you with him. He's quite protective of you and wanted to make sure that even part of his crew that you knew how to defend yourself so he taught you how to use a gun and sword. He'll sometimes tease you and call you a sexy bandit. He'll even make lewd jokes when he challenges you to a sword fight saying whoever wins gets to be on top tonight, maybe he's joking or maybe he's not.

• If you don't drink, that's completely fine, and Shanks respects that. But if you do drink, you are his favorite person to drink with. Sometimes, you and him will sneak away to cuddle and drink; whenever Shanks is drunk, he'll bury his face in your chest and mutter about how lovely you are. Sometimes he'll tell you that one day he's going to marry you and have a family with you.

• Rest in peace to the dirtbag who dares touch you or wounds you. You always used to seeing Shanks goofy grin but whenever someone touches you or injuries you in front of Shanks. It's like if the sky got dark, there's a chill in the air, and there's no mercy. Just Shanks cold face and eyes as he pulls out his sword and makes sure that the person who touches you learns their lesson and if they injury you well they'll never injury you or nothing person again.

• Marriage, it was the first thing Shanks thought when he opened up that chest of gold and saw a diamond ring sitting there among the other golden things. He didn't care for the items in the chest, he let his men have it as he swiped up the diamond ring. He thought of many ways of how he'll propose to you and hope that you'll say yes.

• Robin was scared when she started to date you, the fear of losing you or her past catching up with her and putting you in danger. She even tried to break up with you, but you put your foot down and let Robin know that you aren't going anywhere. That you would fight for your guys' relationship. This made her tear up and made her realize that she would also fight for your guys' relationship, that no matter what she would fight by your side and for this relationship.

• Bedroom activities are interesting especially with Robin's devil fruit abilities. She'll make sure that you are well taken care of and make sure you are comfortable. She won't judge you for what you like in the bedroom, and even do her research beforehand so she can get a better understanding of your kinks.

• Robin will chuckle whenever she sees you getting jealous, for example, whenever Sanji is calling Robin his sweet Robin or flirting with her. She can see how you huff and get jealous. Whenever you try to walk over to deck Sanji in his nose, Robin will give you a kiss on the cheek and let you know that no one is going to take her away from you. But Robin has also had her jealous moments whenever someone flirts with you, Robin will purposely use her devil fruit abilities to mess with the person.

• When looking in a store with Chopper, Robin was looking at the jewelry. She was mostly looking at the rings all the different gems and sizes, Chopper noticed this and asked her does she plan on buying one, Robin smile and looked at the little reindeer and told him that she does but he needed to keep a secret since she plans on popping the question during dinner when she takes you out to eat.

⋆.˚ ★— One Piece Master List: [ Comment To Be Added ]

[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 ☆

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Thespian Attraction — Buggy x Reader HCs ☆

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

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

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

[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.

[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.

[aceandurmom]

Mihawk Teaser!

Buggy was now an Emperor of the Sea. 

Fuck. 

Now how the hell were you supposed to do your job in peace!?

It was already hard enough to keep every one of his records, maps, diary entries, accounts, and logs in order. Now he was going to be up your ass about more shit that you didn’t get paid enough to do. Groaning, you threw your hands up in defeat. The news had been released only a few hours ago, but already the cheering and jarring from above you was sign enough everyone knew of the development. There was no way you could keep up with even more of his bizarre requests. 

Though you may complain and grumble about the man frequently, Captain Buggy was a wonder. He was kind, saving the freaks from whatever failed them in their past life, giving them a new place to thrive after doing so. He had saved you from an ass of a boss, constantly on you about whatever you had failed to do in his eyes. 

Buggy had gone through your work, all the organization and records you kept tidy. He had been impressed, thrilled even while watching you work. 

After freeing you from your dick of a boss, he had opened his arms wide. And who were you to refuse such a grand gesture?

–

It had been weeks since the reveal, and it was just now starting to return to normal on the Big Top. 

You had gone up to the Captain’s office, needing to ask a question. Knocking softly, you announced your presence. 

“Captain Buggy? I have a quick question, sir.”

Leaning in to try to hear a response, you heard none. Figuring he wasn’t in at the moment, you had stepped away. 

Only to hear soft curses echo from the other side. Fearing that something had gone wrong as you had never heard your captain in such low spirits, you had rushed to the door. Fumbling around in your pockets, you tried to scavenge for the master key the Captain had provided for you. He had trusted you as one of the more responsible on the ship, so if you ever needed to ask or do something, he had given you access to every room available on the ship. Finding the small thing, you deftly unlocked the door and bursted in the room. 

In front of your wide eyes, there was a beast of a man looming over top of your boss. 

Buggy was in tears, bleeding from all the scrapes and cuts littering his skin. His left eye was busted, already darkening in a rather large bruise. His detached head was held firmly in the larger man’s hand. 

Face turning to see his identity, you stiffened before snarling. 

Sir Crocodile, former Warlord that had only just recently escaped from Impel Down. Turning his head, he saw your face. 

“And what are you doing with a face like that, little one.”

He was angry, eyebrows furrowed and annoyed at the interruption. 

You were not faring much better, rage building up in your chest. 

“And what the fuck do you think your doing to my Captain, sir?”

Teeth bared, you moved so that your back not once faced him. You went to your captain’s side, cradling his body there. 

“Surely you know better than to simply attack a newly named Emperor of the Sea, I thought you smarter than that.”

“Your mouth will get you in trouble.”

Buggy laughed, elbowing you hard in the side. Grunting, you just ignored the warning.

“And so will your arrogance, Sir.”

“Clown, get your little whore in line before I put their mouth to use myself.”

Buggy’s eyes flashed. It was fine if others attacked and mocked him, but not the crew he cared for so much. The ones he thought of as family and cared for as such. 

“Watch what you say, Croccy, that’s my Archivist your speaking to. They are not some measly whore.”

Eyebrow raised in thought, the large man dropped Buggy’s head. Confused, the clown swiftly reattached it before watching in horror as he directed his sights on you. 

His hook pointed at your chest, pushing you lightly. 

“So you're the one in charge of the clown’s accounts?”

Nodding, you confirmed the fact. Eyes narrowed, the reptile leaned in further. 

“Then you're the reason the clown is in trouble now.”

“I beg your pardon? I have every loan, purchase, payment logged in that room up there-”

Pointing up, you continued.

“There is nothing that I have missed. It is literally impossible for me to miss any tidbit of information or unpaid debt. My eyes are enhanced by my Devil Fruit, the Read-Read Frit, and you will do well to remember that.”

Hatred colored your voice, not at all phased by the mounting rage in his eyes. Nor were you aware of a sweating Buggy lingering behind you.

“I, uh…”

Both heads whipped to the stuttering clown, Crocodile annoyed and you just as much. Here you were trying to save his ass and he was stuttering in front of a rival. You tried to shut him up, but despite the fearful facade, he was determined to do right by you. 

“I hide the records of my loan from Croccy.”

Mouth dropping, you tried to see if the man was lying. Silent, you rose to your feet and turned your whole body to the man.

“You mean to tell me.”

Pausing, you tried to calm yourself by taking a deep breath. Pointing to yourself, you reiterated the importance of you being here. 

“You hid one of the records concerning a large amount of money you owed a former warlord and just…..DIDN’T TELL ME!?”

Growling, you launched yourself at your beloved captain. Hands covering his neck, you tried to choke the ever loving shit of him. 

Crocodile pinched the bridge of his nose, not at all pleased with what he was hearing. 

“Not only that, dear Archivist, but this crew of yours has someone named him the Chairman of the Cross Guild. The Guild including Buggy, Mihawk, and I that is going to be used to palace bounties on Marines.”

Freezing, you glanced back at the imposing figure lingering behind you. Coking a brow you leaned in further to the blue haired one under you.

“First you were named an Emperor, now you're the Chairman of an organization that will inevitably bring the entirety of the Navy down upon us?”

Deflating, you released the Captain. Leaning back on your hands, you stared at the ceiling, trying to comprehend the situation you found yourself in. Hand laying over your eyes, you spoke to the man you adored like a brother. 

“When were you going to inform me of this, Captain? I would have loved to help you or assist if you allowed me to do so.”

Shifting, the clown had the decency to look flustered. 

“I didn’t think it would get this unruly, Star, apologies.”

“Apology accepted.”

Standing, you brushed off your knees and faced the other man in the room who had waited so patiently. 

“Apologies. I’m the Archivist of the Buggy Pirates and I will extend my services to both you and Mihawk as I know you two have none. Leave a list of tasks for me to accomplish once we land on Karai Bari and I will have them done in ample time.”

Crocodile looked at you strangely for a moment before huffing. Reaching into his breast pocket, he plucked a cigar and tucked it into his mouth. Breathing in, he retrieved his lighter and lit it. Puffing slightly, he withdrew the stick from his mouth before offering you a puff. Seeing no reason to deny, you accepted. Huffing a few times, you gave him back his cigar. Holding in the smoke for a minute, you tried to steady your thinking before releasing the breath. 

Reaching a hand out, you offered to shake his hand. An offer he accepted. 

“It’ll be a pleasure to work with you, Archivist.”

Nodding, you reciprocated.

“And you, Sir.”

Smug, the reptile smirked at Buggy before dissipating into sand and leaving the office. 

Still, you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Buggy approached from behind, hand gently holding your shoulder before he laid his head on your other. 

“I truly hoped not to get you involved, Star. I know how easily you get stressed, I’m sure this was the last thing you wanted to happen.”

He was so quiet, voice bordering on silence as he whispered his sincere apology to you. You deflated, any ounce of anger or irritation leaving. YOu only nodded, leaning your head on top of his, seeking his comfort even if only for a second. 

“I trust you, Captain. I will follow you until the end of the GrandLine.”

He smiled, soft. 

“I know.”

–

There was once a time where you would have been appalled at the situation you now found yourself in. 

Posture perfect, outfit coordinating with your captain, you stood proud beside him as the rest of the crew scrambled to anchor down the Big Top. The two of you were elbow to elbow, seeking out the other’s presence to ground each other. As the ship was finally bound to the Island, the two of you watched as the Strongest Swordsman appeared with Crocodile on the shore. Nodding to the other two men, Buggy took your arm and assisted you down and onto solid land.

Turning, you bowed to the two and introduced yourself, Crocodile was going to have to sit through it again even if he didn’t want to, you wanted to make a good impression on the raven haired man in front of you. 

“Greetings, I am the Big Top’s Archivist. I am offering the two of you my services seeing as neither of you have archivists of your own. My work is done perfectly as I have the Read Read Fruit. Nothing escapes me and it takes me nearly no time at all to read through documents. If you wish for my assistance, simply ask or hand a list off to my Captain. He will ensure it reaches me.”

Crocodile nodded, already hearing the spiel once before. Granted, you had been pissed at the time. Now, you were calm and collected, already knowing what you were to say in front of them. 

The reptile chuckled quietly. 

“Odd to have you so cool, the last time I heard that you were trying to rip my head off with your eyes.”

Coughing, you blushed.

“Yes, that was a poor choice on my part. I sincerely apologie for that entire situation. Had I known the truth I assure you I would not have reacted as such.”

He waved you off, answering swiftly. 

“Nonsense. It was refreshing to see someone stand up for their captain, regardless of who was in the wrong. Your loyalty was proven to me, and I intend on keeping you to that standard.”

Nodding,you tried to ignore the praise freely given by the man. You thanked him before returning to the Swordsman. Raising an eyebrow, you wondered what he would say to you, if he would even need an archivist at his disposal. 

The stoic man locked eyes on your own. Stifling a shiver, you tried to ignore being undressed by the man’s intense gaze. You wanted to bare everything to him, no secret left unsaid or rock unturned. 

“I accept your proposal. I have a few logs I need organized.”

It was simple, straight to the point. 

God, was he attractive. 

Clearing his throat, Buggy stepped in front of you, trying to hide you away from the opposing men. 

Gesturing proudly, the clown announced his presence and revelled in the attention he received. Glancing back at you, he was glad to find that you relaxed even a little bit, now no longer the intense eyes of either man. 

Walking along the path, Buggy attached himself to your side, leading the three of you down to the main tent he had established years ago. 

“Welcome to Karai Bari, boys! This is the home island of yours truly! I will have your tents erected in a few days max, if you would like anything specifically feel free to request away, my workers are the best this side of the GrandLine!”

You had been to the island a few times in the past. Buggy was fond of the place, taking the freaks he had saved here when they did not desire to become pirates. They established themselves here, safe from prying eyes and other pirate crews. No one really bothered with the place, not aware that they were under the protection of a, now, Emperor of the Sea. 

Buggy provided for them in any way he could, assisting them with their livelihood whenever asked. It was another one of the reasons you respected him so much. 

The former Warlords simply observed the sight around them, taking note of everything occurring. They had walked through the markets, everyone in a stall and street stopping to wave or greet the clown enthusiastically. The blue haired man smiled back, not once refusing a hug or handshake from any of the villagers. 

“It seems you are well liked here, Clown.”

Hawkeye observed casually. 

“Captain himself takes care of those who live here under his protection. He knows everyone here and what they do on the island, their role in society. Their names, parents, and children, or even pets are known to him. He is a kind man.”

You responded, not once shying away from their prying eyes. You wanted to prove that Buggy was a good man, a reliable one. If all it took was hyping him up with genuine compliments, then you would do so gladly. 

“How long have you sailed with him, Archiver?”

The reptile asked this time, though it looked as if the Swordsman was curious as well. 

“Hmm.”

Humming, you thought on your answer. 

“I have sailed with Captain since I was 16, he saved me from a former Boss of mine.”

“How old are you now then?”

You raised a finger to your lips, winking at the duo.

“I’ll keep that a secret for now. It is not wise to divulge too much information on myself, now is it?”

Crocodile looked to want to pry, but a look from Buggy had him keeping quiet. Normally, it would not deter him, but…

To be fair, you were his Archivist first. You had only offered your services to the two of them in response to your captain’s poor decisions. 

Crocodile was curious of you, of how a man such as the Clown could acquire such a level headed person on his crew. Let alone one that wanted to work on his crew and stand proudly by his side. 

Dracule Mihawk was puzzled by you. Someone so put together was willingly standing beside Buggy the Clown without a hint of regret or unease radiating off of you. Not to mention you were a sight for sore eyes, not that he would admit that out loud, of course.