#omega buggy

[wordy-little-witch]

Omegaverse content but adding in the seraphim and Omega Buggy content

• Buggy probably wouldn't really like. Broadcast to the world that he's an Omega. I genuinely believe the Roger pirates and other previous era crews were semi old fashioned insofar as Omegas Are To Be Protected, a sort of Don't Ask Don't Tell type of deal. It was never a shameful thing but a safety thing, and if you were secure with your crew, it was fine. But it's a Need To Know Basis and based on personal discretion. Buggy, as the youngest on board, was the baby on top of being the only Omega so the protective urges were compounded.

• some in Buggy's crew knows, I think. He's very adamant that you do what makes you happy but you do NOT judge another for things beyond their control. Any primary and any secondary is welcome with open arms and intercrew relationships are fine so long as everyone keeps it from impacting the crew by and large in anegative way. He doesn't give a single flying fuck. But that said, he also doesn't have a large scale Secret Reveal. His closest people know bc he just vibes on a need to know basis.

• Mohji and Cabaji are Betas, and Alvida is an Alpha. While Buggy's Heats are essentially like menstrual cycles, he also gets slightly needier - it manifests as his temper being shorter, his tears coming quicker, and he's constantly On Edge. He demands SNUGGLES and AFFECTION /j ((honestly he almost never asks for it, but they offer it regardless. While pheromones are slightly lighter in Betas, Cab and Moh are His Pack and Alvida joins the Pack too, so between the three of them, he just kinda goes boneless. It's prime real estate for a lion to snuggle into, too. Win-win))

• When the cross guild starts rolling, Buggy absolutely does not offer information on his Secondary. Mihawk and Croc are both private people as well so they never ask or offer their own. Tensions are high for a while before everyone starts warming up and settling down

• everyone has hit Friendly Status ((pining stage 1)), when the seraphim show up. Rumors start absolutely FLYING because the Big Three are basically co-parenting these kids. Someone makes a remark that "captain Buggy must have blessed Sir Crocodile and Hawkeyes with children to deepen their ties", and it spreads like wild fire. Nobody ever mentions the logistics of it, because what is logic when you worship your clown god.

• S-Hawk (Birdie but open to options ig) and S-Croc (name pending but I like Angel for some reason) overhear it and go "oh papa and father and so of course Buggy must be mama".((Bonus points for cute kid logic of "you read us stories and moms in the stories do this, and you do that so obviously you're our mom"))

• Crocodile and Mihawk, while Angry (read: flustered) at first, eventually warm up to the idea and even begin seeing Buggy in a better light (pining, stage 2). It's a dramatic hot mess. Bets are being placed on the wedding date.

• Buggy actually eventually feels comfortable enough with them that he doesn't feel like he has to hide 24/7/365. So he winds up casually coming out to them, in a manner of speaking, for a stealth thing. They're trying to acquire backers, they're planning on the best method for infiltration, and Mihawk mentions off hand how majority for this sheltered branch of nobility only acknowledge Alpha and Omega couples. Croc just sighs, because his own scent could rarely be mistaken for an Omega, let alone Mihawk, and they don't want to leave it up to just any other person who happens to smell nice enough to pass and-

Buggy just arches a brow. "So I'll just go with one of you. I can Chop my nose, use a prosthetic. It's uncomfortable, but I've done it before."

"Clown what part of "an A-O couple is required" did you not comprehend-?"

"No, I got it all. You and Hawky are both Alphas. You need an Omega who can play the part. I'm right here, dude."

"An omega."

"Yep."

"You?"

"Uh-huh."

"....."

"............"

"Croccy? ...... Hawky....? OhMySeaseAreYouBreathing-?!"

• anyway they do go undercover and Croc and Hawk play rock paper scissors to be Buggy's "husband". Mihawk then threatens to remove Croc's other hand in retribution when he lost. He won't do it, but let it he known it was definitely said.

• the kids btw ADORE Buggy. And Buggy loves them!!! Both the seraphim and other kids. And the kids at the locatipm of the undercover mission. Croc almost chokes on his cigar when he catches a glimpse of Buggy giggling with a noble lady and holding a baby in one arm while cooing over another with the other Omegas.

That's all I have rn ily baaiiii

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them 41

Nami stepped onto her own boat as Sanji placed the bag he was holding on the deck of her boat. She glanced at his larger houseboat. It was larger and newer than her own. Hers was, of course, stolen. She could fit so much gold in that thing, and she would feel much safer as well.

“Oh Sanji, what a nice boat you have.” Nami complmited, she had a plan.

“Thank you!”

“You know it's so hard traveling alone, as women, in a tiny rickety boat. I'm so worried that one day it will sink with me in it. I can't even get a good night's sleep it always springs a leak.” Nami lied her ass off. The boat she stole wasn't amazing, but it was better than some of the others she's used in the past. She shighed, placing her hand on cheek. “If only there was a solution to my delima.”

“You don't have to stay on that boat if you don't want to, Nami.” Sanji began.

“Oh thank you! I knew you'd see things my way and switch boats with me!” Nami interrupted him.

“I'm sorry but I was going to say you can stay on this boat with us. There is room for you. We even have a shower.” Sanji shot her down. “I'll be happy to help you move your stuff.”

Looks like she'd have to try again. “Sanji, you are going to switch boats with me. Give me your boat.” Nami used her alpha voice to command the blonde Omega. She wouldn't have dared to do this if the others were here. “You'll also tell Zoro and Luffy it was your idea.”

“I'm sorry, Nami, but I can't do that. This is our home, it was a wedding gift. You're still free to join us, of course, but I will not be giving it to you.” Nami started as the blond ignored her commands. She had been surtin the Buggy had been lying. Nami couldn't believe her plan had failed. Her only options were to join them or stay on her boat. A shower sounded heavenly, she had to admit.

“Fine, whatever, just help me move my stuff over. It's the least you can do for the inconvenience.” Nami turned her face away. She hoped that they could just forget this whole thing and not tell the others. She definitely didn't want to face the wrath of an angry alpha with a nickname demon.

[cursedgoblin-yx]

Omega!Buggy the clown HC

O!Buggy who hides and denies being an omega for self preservation. Who screams kicks bites and scratches at anyone who tries to out him.

O!Buggy who tucks away his nests under a raised lofty bed when he has a room on land, or in the corner between nailed in dressers hidden behind a curtain of blankets that he stretches an unused messy hammock in front of as a cheap shield hiding it from view.

O!Buggy who takes some sort of cloth scrap from every loyal member of his crew to squirrel away around his nests never to be relinquished again until no scent but his own remains.

O!Buggy who denies he’s an omega so hard but can’t help but purr when he buries his face into the softest pillows he owns. Smushing his nose into his hard earned comfort. Enjoying the warmth that cotton and candy blend of his own scent in sheer comfort brings him because it’s all his.

O!Buggy who isn’t a captain despite being an omega but because he’s an omega. Who inspires loyalty from the strangest bunch that only gets stranger over time then even worse after impel down then cross guild.

O!Buggy who was only content to share he was an omega when he was a young pup freshly presented on Oro Jackson where he had a pack, a Shanks and an Alpha that was the closest thing to a father figure the blue haired baby ever had and Captain.

O!Buggy who grew and kept his hair long because he loves fussing over it. Combing through sea swept loose curls even if it was in styles to hide it away as soon as he had something to do.

O!Buggy who loves treasure not for the wealth but because his secondary gender has him behaving like some deranged magpie who wants the shiney pretty things all around him just to inspire that sparkly eyed look of adoration.

O!Buggy who has no inkling to bow down to alphas or cower at any sort of flare of Haki but loathes the risk of physical violence because he prefers his skin unblemished despite the life of a pirate. This man has no shame in running and dodging fights if he thinks he can’t win it.

O!Buggy who curls his lip back bearing his teeth if he gets ordered around to dote on an Alpha in any way whatsoever. Who prefers to dictate how they should love and praise and appreciate him instead.

O!Buggy who would simper and pout so obviously before his temper flares up faster than anyone else his crews ever crossed paths with. It’s honestly the only reason others think he’s some low grade alpha instead out on the sea.

O!Buggy who’s a fucking menace when his random heats hit. He makes it impossible for anyone to get near him. Pack/crew/strangers, doesn’t matter. There’s a 10ft bubble around him because he wants nothing to do with anyone unless-

[spookybaggyboy]

So here's an idea for Buggy in omegaverse fanfics.

Make him a beta, it's easy, that man is more preoccupied about the money than people.

If not and you believe that he's an omega make him HATE that, because come on he was in the ship of the pirate king, an alpha, most of the crew are, and he turned out to be an omega? Make him hate it to the point of taking powerful suppressants or (and my personal favorite) getting his uterus removed just so he never has to risk more heats, getting pregnant or secondary effects from suppressants.

And well if you decide to make him an alpha definitely go for it, but if you want to add some flavor to it, make him so that he has never ever claim someone before, hell he is probably the only alpha to take suppressants for his ruts.

[moonmothbroth]

Shanks with milf hips after having kids with Buggy and Mihawk (no, i will not be taking any criticism this is a horny post)

[alanide-arts]

detachable everything = I can put his hands anywhere and it'll Make Sense 🏴‍☠️⭐

[count-alucard-tepes]

I had a dream that Agito Kanoh broke up with me and soon after I started dating Buggy (omg that beautiful hair😭)

Long story short, Buggy broke up with me and for some reason Kanoh was stalking me so in my mind I was like…why am I running away from Kanoh, this is like the best thing happening to me!

So I literally ran into Kanoh’s arms and hugged him tightly😂😂😂

Can’t believe you, Buggy!?😭😭😭 my heart can’t take it😭😭😭

[npdterzo]

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　Aether and 'Mega designs :33

[tragicallystraight]

Omg it's another one!!! Someone else who sees zolu (I mean they low-key skipped to the omegaverse side of shit but it's okay, I'll still take what I can get) 🥹

So i'm mostly here from opla and new to this whole zolu thing and one piece in general and maybe my brain is ao3 worms infested because hearing so many times "first mate" during the show, my brain automatically goes "wdym first mate? What kind of mate is that, like is he to be your omega mate or something?"

[jhonny]

things i REALLY want to see adapted in opla (eventually)

sanji seeing a bug on jaya and screaming very high pitched

extremely homoerotic nami vs kalifa fight

the gag from whiskey peak where a nun pulls a gun on zoro

sanji getting kicked in the dick at enies lobby

ace, smoker and luffy's meeting in the restaurant, beat for beat, exactly the same

10 extended minutes of ace and sanji gay eye contact

bon clay using his devil fruit ability to force the actors for the strawhats to play their characters OOC

the straw hats doing a cheerleader pyramid for thriller bark's docking scene

nami, luffy and sanji getting their asses kicked by jamie lee curtis

impel down buggy with long hair and a ponytail

franky having multiple fully-coordinated flash mob sequences

sogeking having multiple full theme song sequences

background gag of zoro lifting increasingly improbably-sized weights

enel having absolutely zero facial acting until the Enel Face Moment at which point we learn he is capable of contorting his face in a VERY hilarious manner

makkenyu doing zoro's Cool Pose on little garden and his call of bravery on skypeia

sanji's appalling skypeia outfit

tiny luffy from gear 3 cooldown

thriller bark but it's filmed and directed like a low budget 70s exploitation film (with camera grain to match)

Gothic Single Father Mihawk

iñaki carrying law's Significantly Taller actor around dressrosa like a sack of potatoes

zou but every mink extra is played by fans in fursuits

omega flowey levels of terrifying mixed media for gear 5 that comes out of your tv and kills you in real life

feel free to add your own✌️

[sir-sunawani]

Starling

Omegaverse

Alpha!Crocodile/Omega!Reader

Inspired by @hannahbarberra162's Emperor's Prize

CW: A/B/O, yandere vibes (unsure if full blown yan yet), dub con (possible non-con I am so by the seat of my pants with this), rough sex, rough everything kind of, mdni

Chapter 2: Understanding

True to his word, the clown escorted you back to the island he apparently had as a base. You were less than surprised to see a series of massive circus tents everywhere, but you were impressed to see the sheer number of people gathered. The boat ride had been pleasant enough. Buggy got you water and snacks and went out of his way to either please you, or at least deter you from slapping the honk out of him a second time.

Buggy proclaimed loudly for everyone to stay back if they valued their lives. He danced and moved oddly around you, as though he could detach and reattach his body as he pleased, the big baggy red pajamas he was wearing, giving an illusion of him just being… kind of stretchy, instead. You’d learned about devil fruits, and so you assumed it was something like that and left it be.

No strength in this world was going to make him less of a clown, so it was almost admirable that he seemed to lean into it so completely.

He walked you past the rows and rows of towering tents and into the one brick and mortar building you think existed on this island. It was, as the tents, massive. A veritable castle itself, and a building that would only be slightly out of place on the Red Line. If the gray stones had been marble, accented with gold, then it would fit right in.

Up the large, wide curved staircase, he took you to the second story. Thick luxurious carpet lined the long hall, and all manner of decorative armor sets and pictures hung from the walls. It was very much a castle, one reminiscent of centuries past. It would be painfully out of style on the Red Line, but there was something about it that was almost more regal than anything the Celestial dragons could hope for.

Almost like the ghost of a time when they actually were something more than hollow dolls, meandering around the Red Line to give the illusion of control.

Buggy stops in front of a large set of doors. The wood is imposing, the understated gold worked into the frames almost feels like reinforcement, instead of simple flourish, biting into the wood and holding it tightly in place. The knock from the clown echoes thunderously, at least as far as you’re concerned, the noise far too loud for the somber silence that laid heavily against your shoulders.

“Come in.” The words are curt, clear, deep. Something prickles at the back of your neck, but you aren’t sure what to call it.

Buggy pushes the doors open with more ease than you expected, opening them up into a room that could’ve been a throne room, if not for the simple fact it was being used as an office.

The room was heavy, and dark. Not so dark that the details were lost in a gloom, but dark in a way that left you feeling like the furniture itself was consuming the light that spilled into the room. Leaving just enough for the man at the desk to work by.

Or maybe his will alone forced the light to survive in the room because it was useful to him.

The sight of the man was enough to pull the air from your blood for a second. You’d never had an emotional response toward a human. Maybe it was because of how you had been raised, trapped and caged at a young age, the scent of your curse wafting from your arms at the tender age of 12. Maybe it was because the horrors of facing a heat by yourself, was etched into your bones, lines cracking from the weight of the demon that bit into them.

What were mere humans after that?

But you could understand why the clown deferred to this man. The scent of his room is filled with the scent of dry fruits, and rum-soaked leather. The smooth warmth of polished sand, and something that simmers beneath the surface. Like a predator waiting to strike.

“Here she is.” Buggy says. A declaration of a conversation that must have happened while you were in route.

Golden-amber eyes regard you with an irritating level of boredom, but the unspoken command is for you to step closer.

So you do.

Buggy leaves the room and closes the door behind him. You haven’t seen someone make a hastier exit except when the Elders decided they wished to see you. A wise move for the guard assigned to escort you, and likely a wise move for the clown who found you.

“Your clothing marks you as an omega of the Red Line,” he says matter-of-factly. A deep scar runs across his face, and you wonder if that’s why Buggy calls him Crocodile. The stitch scars give it a look of crocodile teeth in a horrid kind of smile. “The body paint makes me think you’re The Starling.”

“I am.” You answer, matching his tone. You weren’t raised to even fear the Celestial Dragons, and it was only the meagerest of respects that caused you to defer to the Elders.

This man was neither.

“… You didn’t run away from the Red Line. Tell me how you ended up in the new world?” He commands. You consider declining to answer his questions, but it’s not like being unnecessarily antagonistic was going to do you a lot of good.

“I did not succumb during my last heat, and my scent became unpleasant.” You explain, a bored expression on your face to match his irritated one. “I was sent to the new world to be restored.”

“And who is supposed to perform this miracle?”

“I was not informed.” You reply, trying not to bristle at the idea that you wouldn’t be able to find a solution to your problem. “I expected to change ships many times, as omegas are often not left on a singular transport for any longer than required.”

There was a long silence between the two of you. You’d said your piece and weren’t going to prompt him for anything, but if he didn’t speak again in another couple minutes, you were tempted to turn and leave. He wasn’t even looking at you, his attention on the small mountain of paperwork he had been dealing with even before you arrived.

He hadn’t killed you on the spot. He hadn’t dared to touch you. He hadn’t made any demands of you, and admittedly you hadn’t spoken on any requests. But if he was just going to ignore you, you could be ignored in an empty room with a clean bed.

Turning you walked away from the desk and head toward the door. It’s been a long day, and frankly a nap sounds divine. The bastard at the desk isn’t speaking up and telling you to come back, so you pay him and his workaholism no mind.

When you put your hand on the door knob, a larger hand appears against the door. Save for the ring finger, all the fingers have fine rings upon them, and it seemed to be coming into existence from grains of sand.

The voice at your ear sends an ice cold chill down your back.

“I didn’t say you could leave.” He grumbles, and you can hear the shifting of sand as he forms completely behind you. You turn and face him, and realize he isn’t just imposing while he’s behind the desk, he’s tall to the point of towering over you.

“You didn’t say I had to stay.” You reply evenly, pushing back the few shivering nerves bubbling up in you. He’s entirely too close, and most alphas weren’t ever given leave to be so close to you, the smell is something you’re not used to at all. It’s not offensive, but you’re irritated, and you don’t want to like it.

He reaches out for you and you smack his hand away the same way you had Buggy’s. You would have hauled off and smacked him as well, but there was something in the way that his eyes narrowed that stops you.

“Do not touch me.” You assert. “Only omegas are allowed to-ah!” Crocodile grabs both your wrists so quickly you can’t react. Pinning your hands over your head he nearly lifts you off your feet, holding you against the door. The hard, cold curve of the back of his hook forces you to look up at him.

It is not a gentle hold.

“The gods of the Red Line may ignore the laws of men, and obey the decrees of the Elders,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes are stripping you bare. This isn’t a conversation between equals. You are the prey, and he is the predator. “But pirates heed only their own wills.”

Lowering his hook he snags the snug collar of your flimsy top with it, tugging enough to make you nervous, and managing to be so gentle that nothing rips. At least not yet.

“Stay in here.” He commands.

“I’m… tired.” You manage to say, trying to neither acquiesce or defy him.

“Then sleep.” He says, pulling you away from the door and nearly dragging you toward the desk. It’s everything you have to keep your feet under you and keep pace with his far longer strides. He walks past a bed you didn’t notice when you first came in, tucked back in the darkest corner of the room, and pushes open a door.

He shoves you into a bathroom, and you’re happy to have kept yourself on your feet.

“Clean that body paint off.” He commands. “I’m not going to have that disgusting slop staining my bed.”

“I’m-I’m not sleeping in your bed.” You try to assert. “There’s a hundred rooms in this castle, just let me-.”

“Have you bathed yourself before?” He interrupts and you can feel your face flush.

“I, yes, of course. It’s… it’s been,” years, it’s been years. “A bit. It’s not like one for-forgets.” You step back nervously as he steps into the bathroom with you. “Ab-absolutely not.”

“You keep talking as though you have any say in the matter.” Crocodile says coolly. “You can strip yourself, or I’ll remove your garments myself.”

“I… I can’t.” You admit. He raises a brow and you feel yourself heat up. “The collars and cuffs require two or more hands to unclasp, and I can’t reach the ones in the back.”

The ship you were on had several female beta marines who had been assigned “omega” status for the sake of tending to you on the ship. You imagine they hadn’t survived the raid.

A rush of wind and sand kicks up in the room and you can hear and feel your clothing being ripped from you. He could’ve simply ripped it off you, but he seemed to have decided to slip sand between you and the clothing and tear it away from you. The most expensive silk lay in tatters on the ground around you, and the only mark on you was a little red against your wrists from the earlier interactions.

Crocodile starts the shower for you, and after being seemingly satisfied with the water temperature steps back, looking at you coldly.

“If you miss any, I’ll wash you myself.” He warns, before turning and leaving you in the room. “In cold water.”

[wordy-little-witch]

Omega Buggy Hours

• his normal scent is pretty mild all things considered, but he works with his chemicals and stuff so much that he typically smells like his workshop and sea salt. But beneath it all, his natural scent is like freshly baked lemon cake, something vaguely vanilla.

• he doesn't really have the urge and drive to have kids of his own, but he does adopt most of his crew into his pack.

• the Buggy pirates on their own are a pack, and they all answer to their captain. Socially, it's highly uncommon for a pack to be lead by an Omega, but their crew is already absolutely off the rails from normal anyway. They're all happy with it.

• the one and only time a newer Alpha tried to usurp Buggy, the crew began absolutely cackling. Buggy humored him. He even offered an old school brawl. It lasted four minutes, and three of which were Buggy toying with him before wiping the floor with his ass. Cabaji knows better now.

• Crocodile and Mihawk, upon joining up with Buggy's group, still do not know that the clown is an Omega. It was known in Impel Down, but the preventions for mating there boil down to a typical collar and medications as meal times (when they were remembered). Croc just knew Buggy had a collar. Some Betas even got those. Buggy kept his on out of choice and self preservation.

• Mihawk inevitably called Shanks one night on Karai Bari, dramatically yet stoically bemoaning the clown and his antics, wondering aloud why none of the visibly and obviously stronger Alphas in his group ever Challenged him. Shanks laughs, then goes serious when he says, "be careful if you decide to do it. You really would not enjoy what happens next." Mihaw takes it as an allusion to the responsibility. It is not.

• Luffy absolutely knows Buggy is an Omega but he also could not be paid to give a single fuck. Why would he? He was raised by an Beta woman who commanded her bandits, of which included all sorts. His big brother is an Beta (Ace) and an Alpha (Sabo) and he's an Omega himself. He doesn't care. Gender doesn't equal strength. Shanks taught him that, too (even if he already kinda knew)!

• Buggy's Heats are sporadic - a byproduct of his mental and physical conditions. They're... essentially akin to menstrual cycles, where ovulation and hormonal influxes occur.

• Croc and Mihawk, when they find out the Truth, are flabbergasted, and have a brief stint where they both make an attempt at Manners. Buggy explodes at them for it. They argue. Buggy proposes a mild Challenge - not for control or dominion over the Pack, but to prove a point. They agree.

• Buggy actually has time to plan, plot and arrange the exchange - his specialty. The thing about Buggy is that his talents lie less in all out brawls and more in stuff akin to espionage and tampering. Crocodile goes first, and Buggy takes him down and out within the hour. Mihawk suspects the other of holding back until he sees the expression and flush on Crocodile's face.

• they flip from Polite Manners to Blatantly Pining within an evening. Buggy doesn't even notice. They're both weird, even for Alphas, so he just thinks the new normal is a weird middle ground where they tolerate him but don't belittle him.

• Mihawk calls Shanks, half drunk one night, and asks for advice on courting. Shanks barely holds back the smug I told you so, and instead he asks if the one the dark haired man is interested in is more into traditional practices or more... whimsical things. The smirk is still very much blatant though.

• Crocodile meanwhile is so angry and annoyed and aroused, a dangerous combination. He starts buying little generic gifts and just. Either throwing them at Buggy with a scowl or leaving them in his room.

• frankly, it's a whole hot mess.

• Buggy goes to his squad for advice, and is blindsided when Galdino just casually goes "Oh it seems like they're courting you"

"They're WHAT"

• awkward pining. Stupid gay old men.

• Buggy decides enough is enough eventually and outright asks them if they like him. Crocodile sputters. Mihaw agrees, no hesitation. Buggy nods, grabs Mihawk and yanks him into a kiss. Croc gets his turn right after.

• Shanks wants to he invited to the wedding.

• Luffy ALSO wants to be invited to the wedding.

• Rayleigh and Crocus both don't even know there is a wedding to be invited to until Buggy sheepishly calls them and the next day there are two old men on the island like "where is my little boy"

Just.... shenanigans teehee

[cursedgoblin-yx]

Really trying to put feelers out on what I should gear these omega buggy headcannons into.

Only because I’m literally torn on Shuggy because it’s so good, or Cross Guild because that trio idea hits too 🥴

Help help help lmao

[hurlingdown]

You’re Mihawks first love, you were separated years ago but he has never stopped thinking about you. He even tried to find you across the seas once! But could never catch wind of you. But unable to find you he fades into a life of loneliness.

Then he’s called to the battle of Marineford. He’s cutting down pirates like they’re nothing and he’s not even looking really at their faces.. then he hears a call of his name just as he swings down his blade. It’s you.

He pulls back just enough to keep from severing you in half but you’re still in bad shape, really bad shape.

He’s distraught, he’s leaving the battle as quick as he can. Abandoning his duties and fleeing to his lonely castle, he’s wrapped you in his jacket, holding you close on his little boat.

And suddenly he has a family. Two random children (one of which who tried to kill him at one point) and his darling love in his home, he’s never felt so.. happy.

You obviously forgive him for his swordsmanship, and even joke about your matching scars with Zoro.

And once you’re finally fully healed, your scar no longer red and painful, you decide to thank your nurse personally.

Having Mihawks legs wrapped around your hips, his arms around your neck as you bury your face in his own. He’s crying out more than he ever has before, every instance of (minuscule) masturbation attempts running through his mind, every fantasy he’s had of your blurry face prominent when you tend to his needs so lovingly. He has missed you, and the sudden fantasy of this new domestic life has him stupidly begging you to put another baby inside of him.

(Maybe Omega Mihawk?)

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Omega Mihawk who takes suppressants, no one knows he’s an omega when he first joins the cross guild, not even his associates.

And you’re Sir Crocodiles right hand, though Buggy has speculated that you’re just ‘Croccos glorified knot’.. but you’re nice to look at during meetings, your smell not overwhelming like other alphas and you’re pleasant enough to talk to when the need arises for communication other than the Clown and the Crocodile.

Then suddenly his suppressants start acting up, he feels hot flashes go through him when he looks at you, his golden eyes having to flicker away from your face when you catch him staring.

He starts fantasising during meetings and while getting ready for bed! He’s losing control of himself.. thinking about your strong arms.. or the way you tower over him, so much larger that your fingers could touch if they wrapped around his waist.. or even the was your tongue runs over your teeth when you’re bored and the way you smell when you get just a little too close after a sparring session..

And he’s in heat.

- 🐉

I’ll probably carry on that Omega Mihawk one.. I love a strong stoic man losing himself to his desires. And I especially love domestic Mihawk getting some love.

Though surprisingly right now I’ve been looking at Franky a little different.. he’s kind of hot when you think about it, loud and boisterous.. and of course because of the accident his parts are interchangeable. He’s like a lovable flashlight in the bedroom, maybe he experiments with what his cunt feels like inside or the way his cock looks and brings you to his workshop to have you test them out. Maybe he builds fucking machines and has you help him test them, rests his head on your lap as a monster cock rearranges his metal insides.

Oh Franky.

Anyway, Love you Hurly Bird 🫵😘

the first one is just amazing. i've always been in love with the idea of mihawk settling down with a family and actually admitting to being happy. this makes for so many delicious tropes aahhh.

omega! mihawk as well. going into heat despite layers and layers of suppressants because you smell divine after a sweaty sparring session, panting and spreading his legs, resisting the urge to present every time your scent wafts by... that's a chokehold right there.

as for franky... so many good ideas. cyborg sex is genius. imagine taking him apart piece by piece, toying with his wires and valve to see which one stimulates him the most... sending all his systems into overdrive as he comes apart under your tender touch.

[moonmothbroth]

Okay but like....heavily pregnant omega Shanks being forced on low activity/bed rest since he's in his 40's with a pregnancy and Mihawk and Buggy are trying their best to take care of a Shanks who's 1) going stir crazy and 2) has never really had anyone take care of him like this so he's not sure what to even do/how to react. I just really want mishuggy + protective red haired pirates acting like a pack AAAH