#they said the expected that and that they thought I did because buggy is a clown

[sleepdeprived-idiot]

update on the friend that started op but stopped: we watched a few eps together!!

[demonpiratehuntress]

clowns

taglist - @kabloswrld

OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader

summary - clowns are terrifying, and your first encounter with one leaves you traumatised. lucky for you, you have a big strong swordsman as a boyfriend.

warnings - CLOWNS (yes they should ALWAYS be a warning and yes Buggy scares me), you and Zoro are/were both pirate hunters

a/n - i count myself lucky i don't have circuses where i live, because if i ever see a clown i will run the other way

Not only did you not expect to join a pirate crew, but you far from thought your first encounter as a "crew" would be facing your worst nightmare.

The minute you saw the bright red nose and funny make-up, you stiffened. Your eyes went wide and you became unresponsive, like you couldn't hear them talking or feel Zoro's subtle protective touches. You were too focused on the clown in front of you, terrified to your core.

"What's wrong with her?" Buggy noticed your stare, and waved his hand in front of your face. "Can she hear me?"

Zoro growled and put himself between you and the clown pirate, "Eyes on me, Binky." He knew that wasn't the clown's name, but Luffy's mistake would serve him well in getting Buggy's attention off you.

Sure enough, the clown scowled and looked at him, "Buggy! It's not that hard to remember!"

You were relieved that the clown was no longer focusing on you, but just the sight of him was rattling you to your core. While he was distracted, you took it as your opportunity to turn and run.

Now let it be said that you do not run easily from anything. You and Zoro were pirate hunters, or had been until you'd been roped into this, and you had faced some nasty, dangerous threats. You were hardened, and almost nothing shook you.

Except clowns.

Funny how the one thing you steered clear of found you first the moment you aligned yourself with others.

Before you could get far, some of his circus freaks grabbed you and brought you back. The clown was still talking about himself, but chuckled when his goons brought you back into the tent.

"What's wrong, pirate hunter?" He sneered. "Scared?"

"Hey!" Luffy beat Zoro this time, "Leave her alone."

And things went downhill from there.

You were, for some reason, separated from the group. So was Luffy, but that's because Buggy was interrogating him. Nami and Zoro had been escorted somewhere else, leaving you on your own in another side room, panicking and growing more and more nauseous. To make matters worse, Luffy started screaming from wherever he was.

A while later, the clown walked into your room.

Your eyes went wide, and you struggled against the rope holding you to the wooden beam.

"I'm surprised," he spoke, "You have a reputation that made even some of my men nervous. And yet...you can't even look me in the eye." He stopped right in front of you, "Why's that?"

You tried your best to look away, turning your head sideways and finding something else to focus on. You couldn't speak, and you were trembling. Nothing had ever shaken you like this, ever. But clowns for some reason...you couldn't handle them.

"Is it the nose?" He asked mockingly, although he sounded a bit annoyed at the mention of his large appendage again. He forced you to look at him, gripping your chin in his gloved hands. "Hmm?"

"Leave me alone," you managed to get out through gritted teeth.

"Your captain isn't being very cooperative," he ignored your request, "So I have a lot of time to spend here with you."

"Why me?" You tried to glare, but you knew you looked scared. Because you were.

"Fear is a good motivator for telling the truth," he finally let go of your chin, walking around you and sizing you up. "Your friends will be tough to convince, but you...you don't like clowns, right? I'll leave you alone if you tell me where the map is."

"Do your worst," you breathed out, a little shakily, but you were determined not to cave. Not for this idiot.

He growled, and in an instant he was in front of you again, holding a knife to your throat while putting his frightening face right up in yours, "Tell me where it is!"

The sound you let out was something between a squeak and a yelp, fear once again overcoming your body at the clown's proximity. It wasn't so much the knife pressed against your jugular, it was the fact that your worst fear was inches away from you. You clenched your fists, trying to control your shaking, but it didn't work. And he was amused by your terror.

"I'm going to check on your captain," he stepped back, "If he doesn't give me an answer, I'm coming right back here and I promise I'll leave a scar." Then he left, and you could breathe again.

But that's when the tears came.

You didn't really sob, you just stayed there crying silently. Your body trembled, mind numb with fear and shock. His face was burned into your mind, and shutting your eyes only made your panic worse.

That's how Zoro found you, tied up and shaking with glassy eyes.

"What did he do to you?" The swordsman asked when he cut you loose, grabbing and squeezing your arms gently. "(Name), what did he do?"

You just shook your head, unable to speak, and sought his comfort by burying your face in his neck and crying even more. The more you shook, the angrier he got. But he held you for as long as you needed, knowing Nami would be okay with finding Luffy on her own. You were Zoro's priority.

You finally let go a few minutes later, wiping your face, "Let's go help the others."

He nodded, guiding you out the room.

The trauma stuck with you for a few days after the three of you escaped him, evident one night when you woke up sweating and shaking. Zoro was a deep sleeper, but he had a sixth sense reserved just for you, so he was woken up by your outburst.

Zoro wasn't good with words, but he was definitely good at comforting you through actions. He never had to say anything, he just wrapped his strong arms around you and you were slowly soothed. You just had to lean against his chest, enveloped in his arms, and you would slowly calm down. His gentle kisses atop your head also helped, his affection never failing to get your mind off whatever was worrying you.

In Syrup Village, you spotted a poster of the clown pirate and started hyperventilating. Zoro immediately turned you away from it and cupped your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him.

"Hey, focus on me," he told you, "Just me. I'm here. You're fine." He used a gentle, soft tone, one reserved just for you.

You tried to breathe, eyes locked on his face, concentrating on his warm brown ones that held so much concern for you. The eyes that always comforted you with just a look. Slowly your breathing evened out, and Zoro embraced you, this time not caring that you were in public.

"You're okay."

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath, "Thanks, Zoro."

He just nodded, giving you one last forehead kiss, "If we ever see him again, I'm going to cut him up and throw him in the ocean."

You managed a weak smile, grateful to have such a protective boyfriend. His actions always proved how devoted he was, even if they were a little violent. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"You do that."

[sy-on-boy]

"Anya, are you... feeling okay?"

Anya stared at Becky with with big, blank, buggy eyes. "I don't understand," she said in a monotone.

Becky squinted at Anya. Anya was usually weird, but Becky knew her well enough to discern Anya's different types of weirdness. "Are you trying to be like Damian's creepy older brother?"

Ewen and Emile heard and quickly turned around to defend their best friend's brother. "Oy, don't insult Demetrius!" "He's not creepy, he's a genius! His mind operates at levels we cannot understand!"

"You guys are talking about my brother?" Damian's voice came. "What's all this fuss?"

Becky sighed, then deadpanned, "I think Anya's trying to be like your brother. For some reason."

Damian jumped and instantly scowled. Anya continued to silently stare at Damian with her buggy eyes. Damian backed away, weirded out (and oddly jealous) by Anya imitating his own brother. "Ugh, what's wrong with you, Forger?" he spluttered out, cheeks turning pink.

Upon seeing Damian's distaste, Anya blinked, dropped the act, and looked normal again. "Super Sy-on boy is a genius so I'm going to be like him until I become a genius. I wanna get stella stars like Super Sy-on boy."

"But Bossman also has stella stars," Ewen said innocently.

"But Super Sy-on boy has more stella stars," Anya interjected just as innocently. Damian's face instantly darkened.

Becky noticed and nudged Anya. "You didn't have to rub it in his face!" she hissed to Anya.

"Rub what in Sy-on boy's face?" Anya might not understand the saying, but now she knew she shouldn't had compared Damian with Demetrius even if it was unintentional. Anya gulped and nervously glanced at Damian, who was looking solemn and suddenly older than he was.

"Of course my brother is always better at everything. Even an idiot like her can see it. I don't like how she's imitating Demetrius (hah, a commoner like her would never come close to us Desmonds) but I see her point. Maybe I should be more like Demetrius too..."

Anya blinked. Becky's earlier words of "rub it in his face" came back to her. Face, face... Sy-on boy's face? In her mind, she superimposed Demetrius' buggy eyes and slicked back hair on top of Damian's. Hmph, a bit off-putting, but this was actually fine because Damian still looked stupid and snot-faced as he always did.

But then Anya imagined Demetrius' complete lack of expression on Damian— no more taunts, no more temper tantrums, no more of his silly red faces, but also no more smiles, no more tears, no more of that unadulterated fear she saw during the bus hyjacking, no more of that determined face of his when he shielded her from the dodgeball, no more of Damian being his annoying, crybaby, sometimes heroic self. A Damian with barely any thoughts. A Damian who didn't understand people and didn't bother with anything at all. No more Sy-on boy being Sy-on boy.

... And Anya didn't think she liked that.

"You don't have to be like Super Sy-on boy," Anya blurted out. She felt bad for making Damian feel down earlier, because she was supposed to be friends with him, and friends didn't make each other feel bad.

Damian looked at her, bewildered and somewhat taken aback. "Huh??"

What Anya thought was "your mom is weird and your brother is weird and your dad is an evil super boss. You're a jerk sometimes but you're not weird like they are, and I feel bad for you", but obviously she couldn't say that, so she simply said, "Sy-on boy is Sy-on boy. You're not Super Sy-on boy and you don't have to be like him (because I need to read your mind for the mission)."

Damian blinked, his heart warmed by Anya's unexpected sincerity. Anya wanted him to be himself? And not like his brother? She... didn't expect that from him?

Becky, intuitive as always, chimed in. "Damian, you're a bit of a brat, but don't turn into a creep like your brother."

Damian scowled. "My brother's not a creep!!"

"I'm just making a honest statement! It's for your own good!"

Anya stepped aside to let Becky and Damian bicker. Her eyes flitted over to Damian— Damian without those buggy eyes, Damian with long eyelashes, Damian with anger and scowls, Damian with thoughts and feelings and fears and likes and affection.

Then she thought of Damian's mother and brother with the odd, mysterious, and almost chilling darkness in their heads. In some way, Demetrius' apathy was easier to stomach than Melinda's tornado of chaotic and contradictory thoughts, but both of them threw her off. Damian, despite being Damian, despite being the son of the evil boss, was still... relatively normal. He smiled. He loved his dog. He was protective of his friends. He wanted stella stars. He threw temper tantrums. He wanted his family to love him. (He was scared of being abandoned.) Despite everything, Damian was still like Anya.

... Yeah. Anya hoped Sy-on boy would stay Sy-on boy for as long as he could.

[sordidmusings]

Fixing What Ifs (Mihawk x F!Reader)

A/N: For this ancient request (told you they are not forgotten just severely neglected 💀). I really hope I captured the type of scene you were looking for! Debating on writing a follow up smut because sex as the culmination of pining?? That's that good good right there that is.

Listening to: Prove Your Love - Fleetwood Mac, Go Slowly - Radiohead, Love Song - Lesley Duncan

Word Count: ~4.5k

Warnings: Fem!reader, a gratuitous amount of mutual pining, kind of bantering?, Mihawk leans opla in that he has such sass, a few flashback scenes, Mihawk is a Man who does not know how to deal with being in love, but he’s trying like a lot, I mean he even kisses your wrist, probably idiots in love, there's one brief allusion to Buggy cuz I Need Him

Snippet:

“You say that as if we’re too old to have options.” He spoke quite steadily, but you noticed his golden eyes flicking to you, ravenously seeking your reaction. You knew he was trying to cover at least a little; your equal skills in observation were a beauty and a bane to him. It was your favorite source of bickering, giving you many lines to smile at when you were stuck in lonely nights tracking targets.

“You are in your forties,” you teased. Again, you took a sip to think. You meant to find some words to match his characteristic tone (“Joints still working well enough to properly share a bed?”), but instead what came out was “though you’ve aged better than I imagined in our twenties”. You blamed that you had finally looked over and taken in his face, sculpted angles all alive and aglow in the torch-light. There was also that defined chest that he maddeningly always insisted on showing everyone. You probably would too, looking like that.

“You should know by now I always exceed expectation,” Mihawk said without a hint of gloating, just simply stating an absolute fact.

“There’s still many places I’ve yet to see that proven,” you responded, words coy and teasing but smile easy and affectionate. Mihawk would need much more intimacy before he admitted how that smile stalled his thoughts. You would need much more boldness before you let him know you noticed when you managed to halt his breath.

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

“I’ve chosen another I want you to try. Push your glass this way,” Mihawk prompted gently. Years of knowing him let you pick up the hints of eagerness hidden under his usual drawl.

You watched Mihawk’s hands and forearms work as he opened another bottle to share. He had foregone his coat tonight, instead draping himself with a well-cut white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows and buttons undone to below his sternum, of course. Toned muscle danced under his skin with every twist and turn, leading you to great distraction throughout the process of him serving you. After enjoying the sculpt of his large hand while it gripped the full bottle to pour your glass, you changed your attention to the luxurious material of his shirt, fluttering over his chest and playing against tanned skin and his heavy gold cross. You wished you could find an excuse to pull at that hem, testing the softness of the material and making it reveal more for you.

The dark green bottle thumping back down on the bartop brought your attention away from your companion and back to your refreshed drink. You did feel a bit guilty that Mihawk’s description of the new wine was going near completely ignored (you at least caught the words “oak barrel-aged”, flattered he remembered your offhand comment about that preference from months ago). You just couldn’t get yourself to pay attention; your mind was swimming through multiple years at once any time it wasn’t grounded by his visage. Wistfulness had a stranglehold on you tonight, keeping you locked between painful yearning and bittersweet nostalgia. The comfort of hearing his smooth voice accompanied by the quietly unfolding lives of every stranger in the bar did reach you, however. You took solace in that while you went for your first sip.

“You’re much quieter than usual,” Mihawk prodded with dry displeasure. That displeasure was interrupted when he got to enjoy your usual show of flicking your tongue out to lick your glass and then your lips upon the first taste.

You took another, much longer sip of your drink to delay the need to respond. It was an easy choice of diversion; the wine was exquisite as always. You’d tell him as much if you were more in the mood for the gloating, simpering glow he’d get from earning a stroke to his ego from you.

“I thought you’d like that,” you offered quietly. You swept a fingertip around the slick rim of your glass, mindless in your feeling and seeing and doing. This absent state let Mihawk watch for every detail of the action to better imagine how that trailing fingertip would feel against his skin. 

“Clearly you’re not as observant as you think,” he dug back, this time with much more amusement warming his voice, yet not quite enough to completely melt the snideness out.

Despite yourself, you smiled. Years of rivalry softened you to affection. Over those years of pushing yourselves and each other, bitterness became respect, respect became comradery, and comradery became admiration. In you, that admiration had long bloomed into devotion, petals bursting open in a stalwart stand against his consistent frigid air. Some days they withered, but then he would reach to you, hearten you, or defend you in a way that would have new buds growing more and more numerous until you had a field that could withstand winter's chill, turning to ice sculptures in each frost instead of decaying pulp.

“I blame your wines,” you chuckled, still taking yet another sip despite the accusation. “They have me stuck reminiscing.”

“I’d advise against that; it’s a trying endeavor. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Mihawk teased, doing a great job of masking his fondness with wry wit. He did venture to expose his curiosity, however. “Where and when does your mind have you trapped?”

“Our first meeting.”

Mihawk barely managed to keep from choking on his wine. He didn’t want to tip you off on how much that memory affected him. And it would be a shame to waste such an expensive drink.

“Why would you be thinking of that ridiculous affair?” There goes the effort at keeping you in the dark.

“What?” you asked with mock shock. “The only thing that was ridiculous was how little you trusted the top marksman to do her job.”

“You didn’t exactly scream competency,” Mihawk defended, hiding his fluster behind rudeness and the rim of his glass. The dim lighting of the bar would have hid it for him anyway; the few torch chandeliers did wonders for turning him to a living Baroque painting, but they were known for their shadows more than their breadth of hues. 

“That is one thing you always did have on me,” you relented easily, more set on imagining the immaculately groomed and glaring warlord who first saw you than needing to keep a score with his modern counterpart at your side.

~ ~ ~ ••• ~ ~ ~

“They asked for me for a reason, you’re more useful elsewhere.”

“I’m useful everywhere you’ll find,” he dismissed easily, as sure of that fact as in the rising of the sun each day. You were a hard one to shake, but the way his namesake hawk’s eyes cut through you had you feeling exposed and vulnerable. It had you needing to make him just as small as the little pieces his endlessly picking gaze had shredded you into. 

“Then go be useful as something other than my shadow. Some of us are actually working.” Even in your exasperation fueled anger, you sounded more like you were asking than telling. The ease with which he commanded was yet another skill you’d spotted on him so quickly in these few days together that had you feeling out of your league. You were beginning to think he took great joy in your mounting discomfort with the way he hovered around, always looking for another soft spot to peck at.

“You’ve been laying at this spot for days, Viper, with nothing to show for it,” Mihawk said, phrasing the truth quite unfairly. Viper was the code-name gifted to you in your work; the snakes could sit still as the dead for weeks, waiting for the one moment that prey finally crossed their path. That same dedication was what he was attempting to disturb now. “I could have rooted the rats out within the hour of mission's start.”

“Then it’s a good thing this task is mine and not yours,” you spat back, finally finding the will to sound truly mean. There was much you were uncertain of but your methods were a strong sense of pride and no one got to question them. “I’m sure the trafficking victims would do really well avoiding harm in the slaughter you’d start. They are known for being battle-ready after all; I’m sure they’re just playing victim right now so they can partake in a song-worthy escape and claim their glory.”

“You think I have no skill to guard and fight at the same time?”

“I think it’s not worth the risk to innocents just to feed one man’s insatiable ego,” you grumbled, spreading yourself out on your familiar and beloved blanket to begin this day’s long watch. You lined one eye with the one-of-a-kind scope of your rifle, taking comfort in settling into your power. “Better to wait until they show themselves and pick them off from miles away, letting them panic at the suddenness of death from a foe they’ll never see.”

Your memory never granted you Mihawk’s perspective on your first job together. You never figured out that he was hovering not from hatred of your perceived incompetence but an uncontrollable need to have you in his sight. He’d never had to contend with such an impulse before and found himself completely at the mercy of its whims. Garp was not happy with the freshly titled Warlord; he was meant to be helping eradicate the rebel legion that had taken this island over to ravage it for resources (humans included), not keep checking out their prized sniper like he’s a fifteen year old with his first female fixation.

~ ~ ~ ••• ~ ~ ~

“Surely I can be of much more entertainment to you in the present than in whatever foggy memories you have,” Mihawk said, successfully bringing you back to him.

“Yes you can,” you admitted with too much authenticity and affection for your tastes to just leave that flavor in the ari. After a moment of thought, you softly bumped your shoulder with his and added, “You’re practically a whole circus over there, how ever could I look away?”

You didn’t expect the long and tired sigh to deflate the man next to you, leaving his upper body draped on the bar. The sound seemed to have come from so deep in his lungs that it was born from his very soul.

“Please keep all talk of circuses and especially clowns to a minimum,” Mihawk pleaded into his forearms. He lifted head to look at you with one of the grouchiest and most sour faces you’d seen on him in a long time, before plopping it back into his arms. The whole thing was only made more endearing with the way the bar had pushed his hat askew.

“What’s with that look?” you laughed. “You usually save that one for Shanks.”

“I wish it was Shanks,” he grumbled petulantly. Your laughter always brightened him back up and he longed to turn and see the beauty of it on your face, but instead chose to keep to his brooding to prolong the sound just that much more.

 If it wouldn’t send him up the wall, you would have told him how much you adored when his brooding turned pouty. It sapped him of his persistent decorum and made him feel closer - more touchable. The slouch it brought out in him always had you valiantly fighting the urge to wrap his curved chest in a firm hug. It was unfair how perfectly suited for one he looked, resting his elbows on the bar and opening him and his luxury shirt and his warm skin up for your reaching hands and arms. You shook your head after a mourning sigh and took another sip of heady wine.

“I wish it was Shanks too. It’s been too long since I’ve seen him.” The soft spot you always showed for the Red Haired Pirates only threatened to drag Mihawk’s mood low again. It was amended slightly by your cute, happy gasp before you said, “We should go visit them soon! I’ve got a bigger chunk of free time after the next two months.”

Mihawk was always amazed by how easily tiny little gestures from you perked him back up and got his heart leaping. All you did was choose to say “we”. He wished and wished that it was always “we”, but he’d take what he could get. Even if it meant dealing with the usual treatment whenever you were both with Shanks and his crew.

~ ~ ~ ••• ~ ~ ~

Mihawk was not fond of the look Shanks was sending his way. It was all too smarmy, built on equal parts smugness and giddiness. Disgusting.

“You dog! When I tried to imagine what could have the unshakable Dracule Mihawk off his game I never would’ve guessed it was our dear Viper,” Shanks teased cheerily, bumping his shoulder into the rigid one of the swordsman next to him. Mihawk was affronted - he nearly spilled his drink from Shanks’ boorish behavior.

“Didn’t know she was yours,” Mihawk grumbled, attempting to sidestep Shanks’ prompts to have him speak his infatuation aloud.

Shanks was fighting poorly to hold in his laughter; Mihawk was absolutely sulking while he watched Yasopp teach you more gun spinning tricks. You and the sharpshooter were always all joy and play, easily finding common ground in marksmanship but with the added fun of showing your separate specializations to each other. Each bout of laughter from your direction brought another brooding line to Mihawk’s furrowed brow. This standoffish air was his habitual defense against the raw ache he’d been tending to since the two of you met.

Every time I try to play, I end up wounding her, he lamented. Why can I not earn your laughter?

~ ~ ~ ••• ~ ~ ~

Mihawk lightly shook himself of the memory. On instinct, he turned to look at you and found you already looking at him but not really seeing him. He quietly huffed through his nose at losing you again to your own mind. He decided to give you a moment before getting to the bottom of whatever it was that had you in your funk. Beyond selfishly wanting your rapt attention, he was worried for you. You were prone to take pause and think long, especially when in quiet company, but you seemed truly lost in your own mind, taken against your will.

Mihawk’s accurate read on you was more proof of the years tentatively building rapport with each other. That intimacy you shared, which lacked the intimacy you so craved, was what had you held hostage in one of the many examples of your entwining lives.

~ ~ ~ ••• ~ ~ ~

The quiet in the air was broken only by Mihawk’s calm breathing, his occasional quiet sips of today’s wine, and the gentle rustle of a turning page. Your own breathing was silent, having gone so long and smooth it was imperceptible due to an instinct trained in so no need of your body could get in the way of your shot. Luckily, your targets were always at such a great distance that Mihawk’s casual lounging would never alert them that they were being hunted.

“It’s been twelve hours since you’ve eaten,” Mihawk told you in a bored tone, eyes never leaving the pages of his book. You made to ignore him and continue your work, but he had never been able to stand your attention off of him for long. “Almost three since you’ve taken a sip of water.”

“Sorry, Mom, I’m a bit busy at the moment,” you mumbled back evenly. You had long lost the majority of your bitterness toward his nitpicking, instead just glad he was around and saying anything to you.

“If I was your mother, I would’ve commanded you to just let me take the target out in the first place so we could leave this boring island,” Mihawk complained.

“You really gonna take a swing at them from two miles off?” you asked, smiling as you imagined the chaos wrought from such an action. It would be a catastrophe, but it would also give you quite the show. Over your time knowing him, you’d seen Mihawk’s innate beauty and untouchable prowess countless times, but it was never enough to sate you.

“You’re not the only one who can hit a target from that distance,” Mihawk reminded you and you hoped you weren't imagining the tone of a smirk shaping his voice.

“Yeah, but I’m the only one of us who won’t cause a tsunami in the process,” you giggled at him. 

Again, your diligence robbed you of the chance to see the poignant longing overtaking Mihawk’s face when he smiled at you. He relished every step he’d gotten closer to being the source of your joy.

~ ~ ~ ••• ~ ~ ~

“You’ve disappeared again,” Mihawk complained after sending a haughty tut your way.

You offered an apologetic smile and were happy that he accepted it readily. All those memories, years of feeling, and liquid courage built a full storm inside of you until you knew you needed to allow yourself some time in the eye of it. Being surrounded by the roaring weather would be nerve-wracking but you hoped the calm at the center helped protect you from those shredding winds. You blew a heavy sigh over your drink, refusing to look from its dark, blooded tint when you asked, “Have you ever wondered what it would’ve been like if we were together?”

He didn’t answer right away. Usually Mihawk was a man who was quick with his words, as sure in speed and precision with their strike as he was with that of his sword. You respected that sureness and bold weaponizing of his thoughts, but you deeply appreciated that, with you, he would take the time to truly parse his words when he felt the need. It suited your nature better; your patience was as legendary as your ability to shoot the wings from a fly that was miles off from the end of your rifle. 

“You say that as if we’re too old to have options.” He spoke quite steadily, but you noticed his golden eyes flicking to you, ravenously seeking your reaction. You knew he was trying to cover at least a little; your equal skills in observation were a beauty and a bane to him. It was your favorite source of bickering, giving you many lines to smile at when you were stuck in lonely nights tracking targets.

“You are in your forties,” you teased. Again, you took a sip to think. You meant to find some words to match his characteristic tone (“Joints still working well enough to properly share a bed?”), but instead what came out was “though you’ve aged better than I imagined in our twenties”. You blamed that you had finally looked over and taken in his face, sculpted angles all alive and aglow in the torch-light. There was also that defined chest that he maddeningly always insisted on showing everyone. You probably would too, looking like that.

“You should know by now I always exceed expectation,” Mihawk said without a hint of gloating, just simply stating an absolute fact.

“There’s still many places I’ve yet to see that proven,” you responded, words coy and teasing but smile easy and affectionate. Mihawk would need much more intimacy before he admitted how that smile stalled his thoughts. You would need much more boldness before you let him know you noticed when you managed to halt his breath.

“Mihawk, my dearest adversary and cherished… friend,” you hesitated on the word, never having claimed him as such to his face before. He rewarded your bravery with a gentle bump of his knee against yours and with the bare fondness that began softening his stare. “We have been playing this game, dancing this dance, for decades now. Am I really meant to believe that one question changes everything?”

“The right question can,” he asserted immediately. He opened his mouth to continue, but for once you were the one striking quick with your words.

“You are a man who does not hesitate,” you accused, staring cuttingly into his focused gaze, not backing down at the way it became shielded. “If you want something you take it.”

“And?” Mihawk prompted, tone the most biting it's been all night.

“And,” you repeated. “And…”

You sighed in defeat and turned back to your drink, closing yourself away. He was more than smart enough to know where you were going with that, but he insisted on making you be the one to say it. You wouldn’t allow him to make you insult yourself, especially after you had ventured to bring up the tenuous topic in the first place. If he refused to argue or even acknowledge your conclusions, then you’d let your drink be the friend to assuage those old hurts. The echoed sigh to your side did little to move you from your new stake out with your wounds and your wine.

Mihawk pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to call you foolish so his own mind would stop branding him with that word. He had been ever vigilant of you throughout the years, not only in an effort to soak you in every moment he could, but also to latch on the moment he noticed you offering him a true opening. You had finally bared your throat to him and he had managed to fail at your final test to check that he would not stoop to bite - that he would only beg to kiss.

While taking his next sip of wine, Mihawk extended an olive branch in the form of a thigh pressed firmly into yours. He was barely able to keep in the frustrated growl that pressed at his chest when you shifted yourself away. You did turn your eyes to him out of curiosity, however, but he missed the look completely, too busy reassembling himself. It let you watch carefully as the flaming lights turned his hat’s extravagant feather amber in their glow when he lifted it off his head to place on the bartop. It let him run his fingers back through his thick black curls, trying to shake his disappointment off with the teasing of his strands.

He looked over at you and finally caught on to your observing. Mihawk let his regret pour over his face, even letting his lips twitch into a momentary, rueful smile. You replied with a tired smile of your own. In the end, it turned sweet and loving; a bad habit of yours with the swordsman. You pressed your thigh back to his.

In a rare show of humility, propelled by the heat of your thigh warming his and the sweet crinkles your smile brought to your eyes (Just for me, he thought with doting greed), Mihawk took your hand and bowed himself low to touch his forehead to your knuckles. His thumb soothed gentle circles into it while he stayed lowered to you for a few long breaths. He was eager to enjoy the feeling of your skin and the decadent scent of your perfume, strong now with the proximity of your wrist. You had chosen something sultry and heady with its deep notes of orchid and amber and wood, all calling to him until he acted with thought a millisecond behind instinct.

He flipped your hand over, slowly and gently, cradling it palm up in his large hand. Still stooped, he had to move scant inches to brush the tip of his nose across the thin skin on the inside of your wrist, savoring the pull of your perfume going deep into his lungs and leading his mind to a content haze. He sealed the small caress with a feathery brush of his lips over your pulse, wishing he could make himself press harder to feel your heart thump against his lips. He longed to know if it raced with the same jumping cantor as his.

When he sat back up he was met with a vision from his dreams. You had fully turned your face to him and it was lit with a deep flush made more rosy in the fire-cast light of the bar. No ambient chatter nor clinking cutlery could keep his ears from delighting in the hitch of your breath in and the contented sigh out. Another smile indulged him, this one easily crowned his favorite with its happy chuckle, pressing cheeks, and bare affection. 

“I am a man who takes what I want,” Mihawk confirmed your words delicately. He continued to hold your hand, now enfolding it in both of his. You felt bright tingling shooting from the contact and the press of your thighs. They made you twenty again, staring down the most handsome and insipidly arrogant man you’d ever met and cursing your heart for its clear choice. “I take what I want, not who I want. People aren’t for the taking, little viper.”

You laughed at the title, never feeling it sat quite right. You felt you wore it well at work only. The imagery it brought up of femme fatales and their hypnotizing looks and lethal wit made you feel like a young girl cloaked ill-fittingly in her mother’s best event wear, barely able to peek your head out of the wool coat dwarfing you. Mihawk noted your discomfort with the title throughout the years but never found the proper words to have you see that all who said it were reverent when they saw how well the word wrapped over you.

“What if-” again you hesitate. You scrunch your face in anger at your nature, but before Mihawk had time to bring a hand to your face and soothe it back into a smile, you force out the words. “What if I am for the taking?”

Mihawk’s thumbs stopped their massaging and you felt his thigh jump to tense against your own. Staring into his widening eyes and how they glowed so beautifully - too beautifully to be within your reach - you immediately wished you could suck the words right back into your lungs. You made it this far though, so you instead worried at your lip and clung your hand onto Mihawk’s stalled hold.

Finally, he unfroze.

“For the night only?” Mihawk probed, wanting answers but worrying about making you close off again.

“Do you only want the night?” You tossed back to him, unwilling to turn this propositioning into a confession of the long years you have built a deep and sturdy love for him, no matter your attempts to welcome others into its halls.

“What I want,” Mihawk said, gentle and deliberate in coloring his tone with humble honestly, “is to be what you want.”

You were taken aback by the confession, but you were even more awed by the look he was giving you. He was still slightly stooped, broad shoulders gently curved and bent towards you, pulled down under the need to lower himself below you but body still gravitating towards you with the magnetism he’s been weak to since you first crossed paths. Framed by those shoulders and his wild curls, Mihawk looked to you with the sadly tinted longing you had felt seize you in his presence all this time. While the furrow of his brow and glimmer of his eyes had your brain buzzing with more hope than you’d dare let it host before, your chest squeezed at the conflict you saw in him; you knew that torment in your very bones.

“You always have been,” you whispered on a trembling breath. Mihawk’s eyes went wild for a moment where his whole body tensed and you felt his urge to pounce on you steal the oxygen from the room. He thanked the gods for a majority of his life spent learning control and restraint, while he got himself in order and pressed the firm kiss he’d longed for to your wrist instead. 

“Come with me,” Mihawk commanded through lips still pressed to your skin, though it was the closest you’d heard him to begging in your entire life.

You let yourself partake in a longtime wish by moving your other hand to card your fingers back into his thick hair, happy to find that it was just as soft as you had imagined. Their trailing came back around to have your palm cup his jaw. He leaned into the touch, tickling your hand with the rub of his precise facial hair when he allowed himself one small nuzzle into your loving hold. That hand guided him up to meet your eyes so he could see the love you held for him finally displayed openly in all its abundance.

“Wherever you ask me to, I will go,” you promised.

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

[ashwhowrites]

Hey, buggy 💜💜

I was thinking about a story where Eddie and reader have a frenemies type of relationship where they both make life hell for each over. But then something bad happens (shit date, argument with parents, bad grade, whatever) and Eddie immediately helps them.

Thank you, sweets 💋

Anything for you. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting🫶🏻 Eddie and reader are platonic. All pronouns should be they/them 🤞🏻

Frenemies

Y/N and Eddie had a weird friendship if they would call it that. It was more of a frenemy relationship. They enjoyed making each other's life hell. Eddie teased them for what they wore, how they presented themselves, and their taste in guys. Y/N loved to poke fun at Eddie. About his band, his grades, and that he wasn't going anywhere in life.

It was hard to tell if they hated each other, or if it was just a game.

~~~

"How do you expect anyone to date you when you eat like that?" Y/N scoffed as they walked by Eddie's table. He was munching down on a burger, ketchup all down his hands and smeared around his lips.

"Don't worry about it," he snapped back with a mouthful. His eyes were not even on them as they continued to walk by.

~

Y/N gasped as they felt cold water smack their back. They turned around from their locker and saw Eddie laughing his ass off. He laughed so hard, that he was hunched over and clenching his stomach.

"YOU ARE AN ASS!" Y/N screamed as they started walking towards Eddie. But Eddie ran and they were hot on his heels.

"AT LEAST I DON'T LOOK LIKE ONE!" he yelled behind him.

"YOU ARE SO CHILDISH!" They screamed.

~

"That is correct!" the teacher said as Y/N finished solving the problem on the board. They smiled as they walked back to their seat.

"NERD!" Eddie yelled with his hands cupped around his mouth

"Shut up, dumbass." They snapped back

Eddie rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out

"Oh so mature," they said as they rolled their eyes in return

~~~

They were enemies more than friends. And where does the actual friendship come in? Well, when Y/N needed it most.

Y/N was exhausted after the tiring night they had. They spent most of the night sobbing in their bed, which was noticeable from their red and puffy eyes.

"Jeez, you look like shit," Eddie said as he leaned against a locker. Y/N sighed as they shut theirs

"Not in the mood today,"

"Need to talk about it?" Eddie asked, his head turned to the side

"With you? No thanks," they scoffed, they began to walk away but Eddie grabbed their arm

"I'm serious. I won't make fun of you or anything." Eddie promised.

Y/N sighed but nodded

"You know that guy Travis?" They said, Eddie looked confused but nodded

"He and I were supposed to go on a date and he stood me up. And I don't need your comments today, alright?" Y/N explained. They blinked away their tears as they kept their head high.

"I understand, and look he's an idiot. Don't let him have that much power over you. I know we hate each other, but you are one of the greatest people I've ever met. His loss" Eddie said and for once, his voice was sweet.

"Thank you, Eddie. I didn't know you had nice things to say or smart things." They teased with a playful smile

Eddie rolled his eyes and shoved their arm.

"Haha," he faked a laugh but felt better when they cracked another smile.

"What did you see in him anyway?"

"Don't start"

~

"FIGHT!"

Y/N, as well as the entire school, raced out of the cafeteria. They raced to the hallway as a crowd formed. Y/N didn't care who was in it, at least they thought that until they saw Eddie in the middle of it.

Y/N was shocked as they saw Eddie and Travis toe to toe. There must have been an argument beforehand because, by the time Y/N made it, it all went physical.

Within seconds Eddie ran Travis into the lockers, then down to the floor. Eddie was on top as Travis fought to get him off. Both boys were rolling on the ground, cursing at each other.

Teachers came running in, but neither boy cared.

They got ripped apart, both trying to escape the arms that held them back.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?" The principle screamed

"ASK HIM! THE FREAK ATTACKED ME!" Travis screamed, his eyes sharp as they stared at Eddie

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TREATING Y/N LIKE SHIT!"

Y/N was shocked that he even cared about them. But the thought made them smile. Maybe Eddie could be a friend.

"OFFICE NOW!"

Y/N walked as both boys were dragged to the office. Travis had a bloody lip and Eddie's eye was half shut. It seemed both got many hits in.

Eddie turned his head, looking over his shoulder. He smiled and gave a thumbs-up. Y/N couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you," they mouthed

Eddie nodded in return, then looked forward as he walked.

Maybe a part of Eddie did care about them. Not that he'd say it.

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[pointycorgiears]

When Cross Guild was formed, Crocodile failed to take into account how certain days were going to go. As in, this day. His birthday. He didn't know how, but Buggy had found out what day it landed on, and there was no escaping the consequences behind that.

Buggy was a clown after all. And, as the apparent Boss Clown around here, he was required (not really) to throw a birthday party for Crocodile.

By the time Crocodile realized what was happening, he tried to put a stop to it. It was too late though. Buggy had an underground influence that rivaled Crocodile's own, and the party was pretty much set. All preparations had already been made and there was no going back. The entire island was coming.

Well, Crocodile decided for himself that he wouldn't go. Everyone was going to be drunk off their asses anyway, it's not like they would notice.

Except for a few keen-eyed individuals.

Mihawk and his boy, the Seraphim child, had been working in the kitchen all day. No doubt Mihawk was cooking up something just for Crocodile, since the Cross Guild chefs would be handling the majority of the party's food. Everytime Talon passed by his office door, the boy would glance at him with a knowing smile. This would happen every few hours.

Crocodile could already picture the scathing, disappointed, and murderous glare from Mihawk if he did not at least show up to try whatever it was they were making. He thought about just hiding out somewhere on the island until the party ended, but Talon was just as much a hunter as his father, and that theoretical game of hide and seek would be over before Crocodile could get comfortable in his hideout.

So it seemed after all that Crocodile would be going to his own birthday party. He sighed and sunk back in his chair behind his desk, rubbing his temple. It was for appearances, he told himself. Just appearances. Like any other bothersome business meeting, at least he could decide that he was not going to enjoy it.

Crocodile glance over at the wall from his chair. The clock said 4:30. Evening shenanigans around here usually started at five. He was out of precious quiet, solitary time. He shut his eyes and tried not to dread what was coming.

Biddabiddabidda...

Crocodile sat up and stared at the transponder snail on the corner of his desk. He wasn't expecting any business or calls, so who could possibly be calling this late?

Maybe he finally had a distraction. Maybe this would be his salvation.

He picked up the receiver and the snail clicked the connection. "Yes?" he answered in a purposefully gruff voice.

There was some shuffling sounds on the other end. "Uhhh....hello?"

Crocodile almost dropped the receiver. No, that wasn't... "Is that really y-"

"Crocodile! Hey! Happy Birthday!"

"...Straw Hat? How did you get this number?"

More shuffling the background, until the other seemed to sit still. "Robin gave it to me! She said today's your birthday!"

Robin. "Why are you calling me, Straw Hat?"

"To tell you Happy Birthday, dummy!"

Crocodile was completely thrown for a loop. He resisted asking why again and fell back into the familiar safety of his dealing with business tone. "What is it you want, Straw Hat? I'm a very busy man. If it's Emperor business, you're going to have to talk to Buggy and that's a completely different number, which I'm not giving to you because I am not that clown's secretary."

"Hahahaha! You're funny!"

Crocodile was losing his patience. "Lu-" he caught himself, "Straw Hat. I appreciate the call, but what do you want?"

"Hey Croc," the other began, and Crocodile noticed the sudden shift in tone, "Jinbe told me what you did that day, at Marineford, and well, I never got to say thank you. You really saved us both."

There was a beat of silence before Crocodile responded. "Heh, you're welcome. Don't expect me to do it again, you brat." And please don't ask me why I did it...

Thankfully, another quick laugh told Crocodile the seriousness of their conversation was gone. "Heeheehee! You're a pretty neat guy after all, Croc! I hope we get to face each other again someday!"

"Heh, me too kid."

"You bet on it!" was the excited reply.

"It's good to hear your voice," Crocodile said before he could stop himself.

"Really? Why-Oh!" There was some shouting in the background. "I gotta go! It's time to eat! Happy Birthday Croc!"

"Thanks, Straw Hat."

"Bye Wani!"

The line clicked as it disconnected. Crocodile sat there frozen from those parting words. He suddenly remembered a man with long, wild hair joyfully waving at him from the deck of a ship. "Bye Wani! I'll see you soon! I love you!"

He set the receiver down.

He pushed that memory away, back to where it belonged with all the others. He leaned back in his chair and drew a deep breath. His cigar was currently out of reach, but he didn't bother lifting it from the corner of the desk with a tendril of sand. The old memory was locked away again, but the new memory of Luffy remained fresh in his mind. His voice was young and full of energy. It sounded so alive.

It was direct, like Dragon.

It had a hint of gravel, like him.

Crocodile smirked to himself. At least that was quite the birthday surprise. He sat up in his chair, straight. He felt jittery. Like the day had just started, even though the clock now read 4:50. It would be getting dark outside soon, but he felt like a beam of sunlight had awoken him bright and early.

He was alert. He was hungry.

He tried not to think too hard about why his mood changed.

Just as he got up from the chair and began stretching his legs, Talon fluttered past his office door again. The little clone poked his head in this time, eyes bright. "Are you ready to eat!? Come see what we made for you!"

No sooner did the boy take off, did Mihawk appear carrying a silver tray and eyeing Crocodile expectantly. He didn't have too much time to frown though, as Crocodile headed for the door.

"You are required upstairs, per Buggy's orders," Mihawk said.

"I know, I know," Crocodile huffed. "Let's get this over with then." He knew Mihawk caught the small smile on his face as he brushed past him.

"Are we finally in a good mood today?" the swordsman asked, following behind.

"As good as it's going to get. Now let's go see what you cooked up for me before I change my mind."

He was sure Mihawk noticed the spring in his step too.

[rorywritesjunk]

If my velocity starts to make you sweat Then just don't let go

Buggy asks to try something new and you're onboard with it.

Rating: NC-17, MDNI! Warning: Pegging, praise, dirty talk, aftercare, strap, Buggy gets a little unsure. No misuse of Devil Fruit powers! Use of baby, sweet heart, and good boy for Buggy. He wonders where you learned such vulgarity. Word Count: 1,898 A/N: Okay I was writing this just to get words out and then it turned into this and I decided hey, I meant to write something back in like, March or April for 400 followers and I put it to a vote which was author's choice and smut with Buggy, so it's pegging Buggy. And it can be read as either OPLA or anime. I also read a lot of smutty snippets lately so... yea.

Title comes from "Planetary (Go!)" by My Chemical Romance.

Buggy wanted to try something new with you but honestly, he wasn't sure how to ask because what if you thought something was wrong with him? What if you laughed at him and made him feel bad because of it? Maybe you'd leave him because of it.

If asked, Buggy's side of the story is that he casually asked you, just brought it up to see how you felt about it while you two held hands and looked at each other with romance in your eyes, but your side of the story was him slamming his hands down on the table in the middle of dinner, thankfully just the two of you were there, while he nervously blurted out, "Willyoufuckme?"

And you, too confused by what he said, squinted at him for a moment, trying to replay the sentence in your head, before you were able to break apart the mushed sentence of four words.

"Oh!" Your face heated up just a bit while Buggy looked like he would rather the floor open up and swallow him whole instead of hear your answer.

"I was just-"

"We can try that, Buggy."

"I mean- wait, really?!" His voice changed key asking that. He wasn't expecting you to agree to it but there you were, smiling coyly at him across the table. "I mean, of course, why not? I suggested something new to try, of course, and I always have good ideas!"

You sat back in your seat, grinning at him. "When do you want this to happen?"

"Oh, you know, whenever." He shrugged, though internally he wanted it as soon as possible. He wanted you to get him on all fours in the bedroom, fucking the life out of him, scraping his knees on the floor while he begged for more. "Uh, we can schedule it-"

"After dinner?"

He didn't expect it so soon but he was nodding along in agreement to this.

~

Naked, kissing, the clothes discarded beside the bed as Buggy was on his back while you tended to him, fingers running through his hair as you two pressed your bodies together. Your hand moved between his legs, touching him, telling him to relax and that he was being so good for you. He was nervous but he knew you'd take care of him.

The harness you wore with the blue cock attached to it made him curious of when you even bought that thing. He asked when you were putting it on, loosening the fit to feel comfortable on your body.

"Oh, I picked it up a few weeks ago." You giggled. "Um, it was a set. Sometimes I use the dildo when you're busy and I get lonely."

Buggy frowned at that. Why did you have it when you could just ask him? Did you think he wasn't good enough? Did his feel weird or-

"Buggy, I've only used it twice." You told him. "Now, relax."

Now he was on his back as you pulled away from kissing him, eyes scanning his body as you started to grin. He swallowed nervously, wondering what you were thinking about, as your hand brushed over his stomach before reaching for the bottle of lube beside him.

"I think I want you riding me, Buggy." You said casually as you unscrewed the cap. "Hm? How does that sound? You can fuck yourself on my cock while I watch you. You'll look so pretty."

That sounded amazing to him.

You took your time prepping him, praising him, letting him know how good he was for you while taking just your fingers. It felt weird to him at first but he relaxed. While one hand worked to get him ready your other hand was touching his body, fingertips grazing his skin, brushing over his stomach, chest, back down to his cock you were purposefully neglecting at first. He let out a pitiful whine when you did that, hips bucking up towards you before you pushed them back gently.

"Easy, Buggy." You murmured as you pressed a second finger in with more lube, watching his face for any sign that you needed to stop. After a few pumps, you added a third, admiring how he looked on his back, hair spread out along the blankets while his legs were spread for you, panting softly as you gave his cock a few strokes.

"Please-" He whimpered. "Need you."

"I know." You murmured as you pulled your hand back from him. "Do you want to be on top?"

Buggy shook his head. He wasn't sure he would be able to. You nodded as you added a generous amount of lube to your cock, keeping an eye on him as you positioned yourself between his legs. His face was flushed, a little sweaty, and he was watching you through half closed eyes as you pressed the tip to him.

You were slow, noticing the resistance at first, but you spoke to him still, praising him, watching him as you pressed your hips forward, allowing yourself to sink into him slowly. Buggy didn't know what to make of this new sensation other than there was a fullness he'd never felt before. He wanted to ask you something he suddenly felt your body close to his and you were grinning down at him in triumph, your thighs touching him now.

"Look at how well you took my cock, baby." You murmured lovingly to him as you reached up to brush his hair out of his face. "Does it feel good?"

He didn't know what to make of the words coming out of your mouth. Was this something you had also been wanting? Have him on his back with his legs spread wide for you like he had done to you so many times before? You pulled your hips back just a bit before pushing forward again. He let out a grunt and shut his eyes at the sensation, thinking maybe he could get used to this.

"I'm going to have you screaming for me, Buggy." You murmured, repeating the motions, making sure he was comfortable as you moved. He could only nod, words escaping him, as his body moved with yours. "I want you cumming on my cock like the good boy you are. You're always good for me."

"Oh fuck." He whimpered at your words. You were still grinning at him, a feral expression as you gradually picked up the pace of thrusts, how far you pulled out before pushing back into him. Your eyes looked down, yourself letting out a moan at the sight of his body taking your cock so well.

"You're so beautiful." You told him, your attention on your cock now as you started to fuck him. "You won't be able to walk for a while after I'm done with you, Buggy."

Where did you learn to talk like that? He never spoke to you in such a filthy, controlling way. You managed to push his knees towards his chest, his moans and whimpers like music to your ears, and when your cock brushed over that sweet spot inside him, he was crying out for more.

"You're so good for me, baby, look how you're taking it." You moaned for him as he looked up at you with wide, watery eyes. The sensation was almost too much for him. "You feel so good on my cock, squeezing me like that."

His brain was to jumbled to even think of a response, all he could do was moan and whine, the blue cock brushing against that sweet spot with every thrust. You were hunched over him, trying to keep his knees to his chest, the height and size difference making it a little difficult. You reached for him, caressing his cheek, your thumb brushing against his bottom lip. He looked at you with hazy eyes, letting out the occasional whimper.

"You're so beautiful, Buggy, look at you." You sighed, smiling down at him as you angled your thrusts, abusing that sweet spot now with each thrust, hearing his cries and pleas for more. "Does my cock feel good for you, sweetheart? Should I cum in you, fill you up, let everyone know you're mine?"

He nodded, he liked the sound of that, his brain was fuzzy from the pleasure, he wondered if he was going to cum without you even touching his cock. At this point Buggy didn't care what you'd say to him, he just wanted you to keep fucking him.

Your hand brushed over his cock teasingly, grinning at his pathetic whimper at the neglect. You didn't want to be too mean to him, you did care for him after all, and he was being so good for you so you took pity, taking hold of him and starting to stroke him as you thrusted your hips. He wouldn't last long, he was starting to pant just a bit, his hips jerking as he tried to fuck your hand.

"Such a good boy for me." You praised, feeling his cock twitch in your hand. "I'll keep fucking you until you're a screaming mess, baby, until you can't walk. You'll be feelin' this for days." You kept stroking him, grinning at him, squeezing his cock carefully. "Cum for me, baby, let me know how good you feel."

How could he disobey you after you'd been so good for him? It only took a few more strokes on his cock, your own hitting that spot inside him that had him suddenly seeing stars as he came, letting out a strangled and surprised cry of pleasure as he made a mess on himself.

You waited a moment as he came down before pulling out. He hated that feeling of being done, what if you decided once was enough and you didn't want to do it again? What if you were disgusted by his request and left him? His post-orgasm haze had him feeling weird and he looked up at you with uncertainty.

"Oh, you did so good, Buggy." You told him as you removed the harness and tossed it aside on the bed. "So good for me." You helped him lower his legs, stretching them out on the bed before laying beside him and pulling him into his arms. "You took my cock so well, I'm so happy, baby." You peppered kisses over his face, murmuring the praise over and over again. "I need to get you cleaned up when you're ready, okay, and you're unavailable for the crew for the rest of the night so you can rest."

It was a little worrisome how little he was talking to you, but you figured his brain was still foggy. This was new for him and you, it was something he needed a moment to process. You kissed his temple as he turned in your arms to wrap his arms around you, wanting the closeness, as he tucked his face against your neck.

"Canwedothatagain?"

Much like at dinner, it took you a moment to take in what he said. You chuckled softly and hugged him close, kissing his forehead before trying to wrestle the blankets out from under you to wrap around him.

"We can do that, yea." You assured him. "Only if you're a good boy for me, of course."

Oh, Buggy could be a good boy for you. He'd make sure of it.

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Little Mishanks x Reader Dabble

So I had this thought earlier when cleaning and listening to music, the Sunday norm.

You are in a relationship with Mihawk and Shanks, have been for a while. You met them both as you live on an island that is under Shanks protection.

Both men keep their relationship with you on the down low to keep you safe, as they're under no illusions that if someone they don't trust finds out you would be in danger.

The Red Force crew and the local knew about you, while they had never met you, both Croc and Buggy know you and seen you're photo as well spoken a couple time. Buggy still couldn't fathom why you would want Shanks, but him and Mihawk were some what of package deal.

They would both call you twice a week, it was kind of their way of knowing that you and the island was fine and it was because of this they were something wrong as you didn't answer either of them what has not happened, as you always answered one of them.

Both men were in high alert as they headed back to your island to find you mainly and Shanks to find who attack an island under his protection. They hoped that you were fine and something had just happened to your den-den but were proven that wasn't the case they arrived at the island to find it had been attacked.

Shanks had sent his men to go help around the town and find information on who did this attack. After that both of them went your home that just outside of town to find that had been ransacked and with you no where to be seen.

Mihawk said the attack on the town was diversion and the real reason was to take you, so that meant someone had found out about you but who. No one on the Red Force would say anything and Cross Guild members knew not to cross him.

They grabbed some of your clothes so that when they found you, you would some clothes, cause no doubt when they found you, you would be in need of some clothes.

The senior members of the Red Force told them what they had found out it wasn't lot as the attack suddenly and quick but was able to get something to help point in the direction.

A few weeks a had passed and still they couldn't find and their temperament was getting worse, attacking more ships that crossed their path and annoyed them.

It was when Crocodile need to get out before he killed that damn crown, who was getting on his nerves quicker without Mihawk there, so he went out and went after a group of pirates that was causing to much trouble near by and didn't need the marine poking their noses where they weren't need.

After dealing with the pirates with ease, he went searching to find what treause they had as they weren't going to need it now. He found that and would send men to come collect however what he wasn't expecting to find you, tied up and beaten nearly black and blue.

He kind of wished he left some of the crew alive, just to he could watch Mihawk and Shanks destroy them but it was a little to late for that now, so he picked you up went back to the Big Top Blaster and handed you over to the doctor before going to inform Mihawk of you.

When both men learnt you were now at the Big Top Blaster, recovering after having been rescued so they quickly headed to the ship was currently, as they weren't told what condition you were in.

When they arrived they went straight to the infimary where you were and saw just how you bad you were, they both wanted blood and the crew who did, but Crocodile regretted to inform that he had killed them all, a mistake on his part after found you.

Both were unhappy with that they didn't get to make them suffer after what they did to you but they couldn't do anything about now.

While you recover both Mihawk and Shanks were trying to figure out what was best the action, you couldn't so back to your island till they find out who could of possible given the info that you were with them both. They went back and fourth on if you should stay on the Big Top Blaster or the Red Force or maybe an island but they would rather keep have one of them have eyes on you and can protect you themselves.

When you asked if you got a say in this, they told you that no, not till they knew who it was that gave that information out. So you just let them work out what was going to happening, as you knew whatever they chose would be the for you.

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Repaid in kind.

Warning : nsfw, blowjob

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "continuation of "so no head ?" where you repay buggy by giving him head."

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part ONE

As said earlier, Buggy's day had started so badly, despite a few (one) highlights.

The one being giving head to a pretty boy. But a second one was about to come ; getting his body back.

"Someone's feeling threatened." Buggy teased through the bag.

"Shut up !" Both Sanji and Zoro yelled.

"Then get me back to my body ! We're close, I can feel my toes !" He said, his body trashing against the restraints. "Trust me, I can help you guys win this thing !"

"I swear clown, if you screw us over." Said Zoro while Sanji grabbed the bag from your back to open it, the head falling to the ground before hopping and flying to the rest of his body.

"Yes !" That was it. He finally had his body back. Entirely. "Yes, yes, oh !" He hugged his body, happy to be able to do so and finally feel his hands, feet, legs and torso. "Oh, it's so much better than I even remembered !" He could almost cry.

Zoro and Sanji looked at him while you grinned, amused. When Buggy looked up and saw your two friends staring at him, waiting for him to do something, he quickly decided to put them on the same page.

"Hey, so, um… I'm gonna get out of here." He said, flipping them both at the same time before skipping to the side.

"Hey !" Zoro called with a big voice, making him turn around.

"Sorry, kiddos. I'd love to make things right, but it's time to exit stage left."

"Fucking clown."

"Oh no, you won't !" You yelled, quickly running after him, jumping over the corpses of the fishmen on your path.

"[Name] !" Sanji called.

"Leave him, he's gone." Zoro said, already focusing on the fishman that just entered the park.

You could hear the clown's maniacal laughter as he sprinted before you, going as fast as he could to not fall on any other fishmen or get caught by you.

You ran like this in the woods for a good five minutes, slowly but surely getting closer to him, you could almost grab his coat with the tip of your fingers.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, just a little. bit. more. Just…

You yanked him back toward you as he let out a loud yelp, falling against you. You pushed him to the nearest tree, both regaining your breaths as he raised his hands up in surrender.

"You said you'd help us !" You said, a little bit louder than intended.

"I lied. Pirates lie, sweetheart."

You pushed him again against the tree, making him laugh and smile.

"C'mon, handsome, what did you expect ? You really thought I'd help straw hat ?"

You said nothing, huffing and frowning instead. You really don't know what you hoped.

"But you're right, I almost forgot something." He said, softly caressing your cheek. "We do have unfinished business, you and I." He smiled, his thumb moving toward your lips.

Your eyes widened, remembering what you two did earlier.

"Oh right. Because you were 'left all hot and fucking bothered' ?" You repeated his words and he nodded, smiling.

"So ? What do you say ? Care to repay the favor ?" He looks at you, already eager to begin, shifting in place.

His back against the tree, he was breathing heavily as his eyes watched you kneel in front of him, pulling his pants down. You grabbed his still soft cock, giving it a few strokes, looking him in the eyes before kissing his tip.

"Ahh yeahh…" He placed his hands on your head, gently patting it.

You continued to touch and caress him til he was hard enough, your tongue sticking out of your mouth to slowly lick him.

Buggy sighed, pulling your head closer, forcing you to put your lips on him. But you resisted, your head pushing against his hand so you remained in place.

"Fuck, c'mon…" He said, already growing impatient and desperate.

But you continued to give him licks and kisses, his cock twitching against your hot tongue, your breath tickling his sensitive skin. He continued to stare at you, watching your tongue swirl around his tip.

One of your hands was by his balls, caressing and fondling them as he closed his eyes, mouth wide open.

"Yeah, just- like that… ah !"

You continued to lick him, your tongue lapping at his leaking tip, precum already pooling out. His cock twitched against your lips, desperately wanting to get in.

"Oh fuck ! Yeah. That's it. Good boy." He moaned as your mouth finally wrapped around his dick. This time he could be as loud as he wanted, no one was around to interrupt you.

"Oh…"

And god was he loud. Moaning, sighing, humming, talking, blabbing, his mouth was constantly running.

"Fuck you're doing so good- feels so- don't stop, don't stop !"

You bobbed your head up and down, almost choking when he bucked his hips into you but you didn't stop.

"Doing so well, hands- Ah !"

He gasped when you slapped his balls, the sting knocking the wind out of his lungs only to come back slowly as you caressed them, soothing the area gently. You did that a few times as he squirmed in your touch.

Whispering out a "Ah, fuck !" followed by your name.

He wiggled his feet, spreading his legs more as if to push more of himself into your mouth. His tip going right down your throat as you swallowed around him. Deeper, he wanted to go deeper.

You continued to play with his balls as he moaned, whispering your name softly. You hummed around him, sending vibrations down his dick and he moaned louder.

His blue pubes tickled your nose each time you leaned closer. And you couldn't help but find it very attractive.

"Fuck. Fucking shit !" He cursed, feeling his climax approach, bucking his hips into your mouth as you kept it open for him to use. Tears in your eyes as you tried not to gag around him.

With one final thrust Buggy came in your mouth, spilling some of his cum on your lips and chin as he breathed loudly, huffing and groaning.

"Fuck…"

You stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled, cupping his cheeks before pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes widened as he felt your tongue push his cum inside his mouth, making him hum in surprise and try to pull away only to be stopped by the tree behind his back.

"Now we're even." You said, pulling away.

Buggy sighed, his head falling back and he smiled.

"That we are, sweetheart."

[bingus35]

Buggy is… goated??? Unironically????? Not as a gag?????????

Tbh I never liked Buggy because I thought he’s basically Usopp except with no character depth or redeeming qualities. This chapter punched me square in the face.

He actually grew balls of steel after all those beatings from Crocodile and Mihawk and recreated Roger’s last moment. And it’s actually epic. He’s crying and his body is nowhere to be found and Crocodile is stomping on his head, but he has a dream. The dream that he abandoned like 20 years ago and haven’t said it out loud to a soul. He’s now screaming it out loud to the world. That’s legit so cool.

Also turns out Buggy secretly wanted Shanks to inherit Roger’s legacy. He did care about Shanks and hold respect for him after all. His real grudge was born out of bitterness because Shanks seemingly abandoned their dream... the dream he previously gave up from lack of self confidence and secretly entrusted it to Shanks. The treasure map had always been just an excuse.

(Not sure why I didn’t expect this. Oda loves writing goofy, seemingly gag stuff only to make them sad in hindsight. I never expected this petty grudge to be anything more than a gag like “haha look at this stupid shallow guy”)

[kaizoku-gary]

Fair Winds and Following Seas

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 coming soon

Pairing: Buggy x afab/female reader

Genre: fluff, smut, angst.

Word count: 1315

Warnings/Tags: oral sex (reader receiving), gentle sex, unprotected sex, soft Buggy.

Summary: After spending the night together, Buggy and you struggle to acknowledge the strong feelings growing between you. But no matter how much you deny it, you can no longer live without each other. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, you must separate sooner than expected, and you're left overwhelmed by the fear that this could be the last time you see each other.

A/N: I swear I wasn't planning to write smut.

Read it on AO3

@slaggylemon Enjoy :)

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The sun shining through the window woke you up. It took a few moments for you to realize where you were. There's a first time for everything, and you could already cross out 'waking up next to Buggy' from your list.

The pirate was lying on his side, soundly asleep. His face paint was all over the place, but he still looked delightfully handsome. It struck you as odd to see him so calm and vulnerable, and you felt the sudden need to touch him, to caress his face, to cuddle him and spend a cozy morning in his arms.

But this whole situation was confusing, to say the least. Buggy and you were used to intense fucking sessions and parting ways after both of you had scratched the itch. If any of you were too tired to function after, you'd sleep on the couch, then leave before the other woke up. It had always been like that, and none of you seemed to care until now. What changed and why it did? You didn't know. Still, it scared you to feel this way for someone and be at their mercy.

Watching his chest move with every breath, you recalled those endless nights spent missing him, praying for him to come to you at least once more because the pain of not seeing him again could kill you. Even if you tried to deny it, you had fallen for him long ago.

Then you remembered the way he held you last night like he was clinging to a capsized boat in the middle of the ocean and the tone of his voice when he asked you to stay. Buggy was at your mercy too and maybe this whole thing wasn't as bad as you thought.

Hesitantly, you reached out to put an arm around Buggy's waist and bring your body closer to his. You needed his warmth because anxiety was freezing you. Fighting back the impulse to kiss him was futile; there was no way you would resist those lips, and without a second thought, you reached forward until your mouths touched.

Gentle as you were, you couldn't avoid waking Buggy up. Still sleepy, the pirate hummed with delight, responding to the kiss and trapping you in a tight but gentle embrace; from there on, time went slower.

Buggy let his mouth travel across your skin, peppering it with soft kisses. He took his time to explore your body; his touch was feather-light, nothing compared to the rough fondling from the other nights you shared. It was hard to believe this was the same man you knew.

A while later, Buggy dived between your legs, using his fingers to spread your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit, eliciting the most lascivious noise from you while his detached tongue twisted and curled inside your wet walls. That was another first, and you were enjoying every second of it.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, and your hips bucked against his mouth. You were eager for him to bring you higher and higher, and the pirate just let you take control and use his face for your own pleasure.

Shortly after, you came against his face, with your eyes closed so tight you saw flashes of light dancing behind your lids. Buggy didn't stop sucking on your clit until you pushed him away gently.

"Good morning," he finally said while kneeling between your legs, his voice dry and hoarse, and his lips curved in a self-satisfied smirk.

"Good morning, yourself," you panted, gazing at his already rock-hard erection. "Need some help?" you invited him, spreading your legs wider.

Buggy presumed you would be sore from last night, but when your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him to your entrance, he lost his line of thought. "Are you sure?" he asked, and you rolled your hips against him.

The pirate sank into you slowly and leaned down to press his lips against yours. A trembling sigh escaped him when you put your arms around him and pulled him closer. Your bodies moved in sync, hips rolling in sensual rhythm, hands kneading and grabbing, tongues exploring each other's mouths leisurely. There was no rush, no need to hurry the climax. Neither noticed it instantly, but you were making love for the first time.

"Buggy," you whimpered as your second orgasm hit, and you dissolved into pleasure, arching your back to him. The pirate pounded into you once more before filling you with his hot seed, your name never leaving his lips.

Exhausted and high on endorphins, you hold onto each other for a while, not wanting to let go, refusing to get back to the real world, to the pain of being away from each other.

There, in your arms, Buggy felt safe, weightless, stress and problems muffled. Still, he fought back the cozy feelings flooding him, terrified of letting his guard down; the last time he loved someone this hard, his heart broke into pieces and never healed. In his world, there was no place for love or happiness. He only knew disappointment and betrayal.

"Buggy?… Are you alright?" you asked after hearing the pirate sigh heavily a few times. Something was wrong, and you could sense it.

"Yeah…" Buggy replied, pressing a kiss on your forehead until the tear that ran down his cheek mixed with his sweat, going unnoticed.

Suddenly, the transponder snail on the bedside table rang, bursting your bubble and forcing Buggy to pull away.

"What!?" the pirate snapped, holding the transmitter close to his mouth.

"Sorry, Captain. We spotted a Marine ship approaching. With this wind, they'll be here in thirty minutes. The crew is ready to sail when you give the order," announced the man on the other end of the line.

Buggy felt his blood boiling and almost sent one of his hands to choke the poor bastard who dared to disrupt your peaceful morning. He was going to hit those Marines with all he got and make sure every soul on that ship would suffer a horrible death.

"We set sails in ten minutes. Prepare the canons and tell the crew to ready their weapons. We won't flee this time. I want that fucking ship burnt to the crisp!" Buggy growled, ending the call, his body burning with anger.

When he finally turned to look at you, his eyes were empty, tired. His hand cupped your face as he told you to leave, hatting every second after that call ended. "Things will get ugly, and I don't want you to get hurt," he explained, stroking your cheek one last time. "You can take a quick shower and grab some of my clothes, but please hurry up."

It all happened so fast it felt like a bad dream, an ugly joke from your mind. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you rushed to Buggy's private bathroom and cleaned yourself up as fast and well as you could with cold-as-ice water. The pirate never stopped apologizing and checking on you while he prepared for battle and cursed under his breath.

Ten minutes were gone in the blink of an eye, and there you were standing in front of each other, hands reaching out for a last embrace.

"See you next time, y/n," Buggy whispered against your lips before kissing you, making it last as long as he could while holding you tightly.

"Take care, Buggy," you replied, holding back your tears, missing him already.

There, it dawned on you both that this was your first goodbye. At least the first that felt like one, the first to crush your hearts and leave you with the realization you weren't crossing paths in a long time. And while you blew Buggy a kiss before leaving, both prayed for this not to be the last time you met.

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More a/n: This ended up being longer than I thought. I hope you guys liked it :) I'm currently working on a next chapter, btw ;)

[hey-august]

Cus saying something about rollercoasters gave me an idea.

What do you think buggy is like if he wants to take his partner to like a fair or theme park or something of the sort. Cus, obv he would. But they're way too afraid to get on most of the rides?

He may tease, sure. That's got to be a given, no? But seeing the terrified look your face after he'd somehow coaxed you into let's say the Ferris wheel? He's holding your hand, telling you it's okay. Describing the pretty lights and stunning view as you slowly get to the top. And while it's stopped all the way up high, you actually look out. Able to relax a bit. It's not so bad. It's pretty, actually. But heights are still terrifying.

Or maybe it's a rollercoaster he had to coax you onto. "Just try it once!"

And maybe he'd regret it just a little. The constant scream right next to him. Absolute death grip on his hand.

Getting on and starting to go up was one thing. The second it sped up just a hair to get to the top is when the screaming started, the tight hold on his hand. Then the screaming got louder as it sped downwards and your hand kept one hell of a death grip on his hand. The only time the screams stopped was so you could take a breath to continue screaming. Once the ride was over though he led you to a nearby bench until you could relax.

Or maybe those teacup rides. Only scared to get on it because.. Well it's buggy. And most people you've been on that type of ride would spin it way too fast and scare the ever loving hell out of you. But he's already dragged you on enough rides and this was one you liked. So he did spin it, but made sure you were okay with the speed. Laughing and spinning it together, enjoying the more peaceful ride.

Though you two did get on it again just to go as fast as possible. Laughing and clinging onto the seat.

I feel like he'd also want to win you a prize. *Of course* it had to be one that was so fucking stupidly hard to get. But he wanted to see you smile, he always did. So he tried. And tried again. And again. And..one more time. *damnit* why was it so difficult? But the second the person who was in charge if the game became distracted with something, even for a mere second, he cheated. Hey, he wanted to get you that prize. And it so happens he can detach limbs. His hand reattaching before anyone can see of course.

Is some of this based on personal experience? Yes. I can't stand rollercoasters, they scare the shit out of me.

My personal story with my first rollercoaster was at Kentucky kingdom. Lightning run. My mother fucking counted. (Yk the count to 3) Just to get my ass on a rollercoaster. I was terrified okay? But, yes, the death grip and screaming was what I did. That was her karma. My loud ass screaming in her ear (I was on her left) and one hell of a death grip. She might have lost a little blood flow for the time being. But she never dragged me on a rollercoaster again. And she never will be able to again.

(I have written more than intended but ideas keep coming)

Heck yes! Buggy would be a MENACE with this. Taunting and goading you into going on the thrilling rides.

PUH-LEASE, only weenies skip the big rides. What's the point in going if you're not gonna ride Mr. Bones' Wild Ride? (okay, maybe skip that one)

Buggy also talks up how the rides aren't even that scary. You eventually give in because:

maybe he's right,

you don't want to miss out on a good ride,

he seems so excited, and

he's getting annoying.

Yeah, the ferris wheel wasn't terrible. A little more shaky that you expected and very high up. But you got to sit next to Buggy. He even bought (stole) you a corndog to enjoy. He ate most of it.

The roller coaster though. Buggy thought he won (what exactly? who knows) when you agreed to go, but a little worm of regret started wiggling when the car reached the apex. Buggy said it was like climbing the ship's rigging on rough waters, but this...did not feel the same. Or maybe it did and he forgot how intense that feels. Both of you had white knuckle grips on the safety bar the whole time.

The tea cup ride was fine. Better. Really nice, actually. Even when it spun wildly, you still enjoyed it. It was less of a competition and more of a cooperative sport to spin the tea cup juuuuust right. Buggy also showed off by using his hands to spin the cup while he leaned back, handless-arms behind his head.

And BIG AGREE to Buggy stealing prizes. He also cheats. A barely-noticeable fingertip knocking over bottles, nudging balls, guiding hoops. He's schmoozing with the game attendees, distracting them from all the other shady shit he's doing. Meanwhile, you stand slightly off to the side and grab whatever Buggy hands you.

Do you need a giant plush sleepy banana? Or five bunny keychains? Or more than three lanyards? Or a frog bucket hat that doesn't fit? Or a bear bucket hat that doesn't fit? Or a cat bucket hat that doesn't fit?

No. But you take them anyways.

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I'm also right there with ya with some un-fun ride stories, cyra. 😂 Once when I was a younger kid, I CRIED on the queue for Space Mountain. SOBBING. I was scared but we were going to go on the ride. And then the HORROR - I was supposed to sit at the front. Absolutely not. Thankfully, some older teens took pity and sat in the front.

I got on the ride, continued to cry, and shrunk myself so low that my head knocked on the sides of the ride during sharp turns. It was not ideal.

On a lighter note, there was a time where I was on one of those spinning Gravitron rides. The UFO shaped one. And the ride operator would slow down the spinning and then start it right back up. They said we were almost done more than once but everything kept spinningggg. We were hostages in the UFO and it felt like forever. Honestly, I loved it but omg I felt like I was outside of my body afterwards. I was not the same person.

[deathbyclown]

Pushback Pairing: Buggy x Crocodile Rating: Explicit Words: 3000

Summary: The moment immediately after episode 1116, where Buggy announces he’ll pursue the One Piece! Buggy and Crocodile fight and…well…it turns into something else…

Warnings: spit as lube, extremely dubious consent, fighting, blood, body horror(small), name-calling (f**got drop by both of them, in case that's not ur thing)

AO3 Link 

“I can’t believe you!” Crocodile yanked Buggy up by his hair, who winced but kept a defiant pout on his face. Crocodile bit down on his cigar in irritation and he brought Buggy’s head up nearly to eye level. Tears streamed down Buggy’s face, but he still maintained eye contact, his jaw clenched. 

“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He said with barely restrained anger in his voice, shaking Buggy’s head. 

“I’m going to obtain the One Piece and become King of the Pirates! And you can either kill me or join me!” Buggy spit the blood welling in his mouth at Crocodile. He turned his head at the last second, the glob of bloody spit landing on his cheek. 

“Motherfucker!” Crocodile wiped off his cheek and slammed the rounded part of his hook into Buggy’s jaw, glaring daggers at him, who did not wither under his gaze like he thought he would. Did this clown really think he could become the King of the Pirates? How delusional. 

“Think you can act tough and that’ll be enough? Fine, big shot! Go ahead, prove yourself to me!” He let go of Buggy’s head, expecting it to fall to the floor, but Buggy continued to float, staring at him with that determined look, his lip wobbling, his eyes wet and shiny. 

Oh, Crocodile was going to enjoy breaking him. He grabbed Buggy’s body and undid the restraints, letting him return to his head. 

“This is hardly wise.” Mihawk warned, watching them with his arms crossed. 

“If you don’t like it, you can leave.” Crocodile snapped, tossing his coat onto a chair. He approached Buggy, looming over him but Buggy stretched himself to be just above Crocodile’s eyeline, forcing him to look up. Bastard. 

“You’re just pissy because I’m gonna be king!” 

The vein in Crocodile’s forehead pulsed and he clenched his fist, wishing it was wrapped around Buggy’s neck. 

“Don’t egg him on, clown.” Mihawk drawled.

“Fight me like your life depends on it. Understand?” Crocodile gave Buggy a merciless grin. He shrunk slightly and swallowed hard, Crocodile unintentionally tracking the bobbing of his throat. 

“I don’t agree with this, Crocodile. It will make us look incompetent if we kill him.” Mihawk reasoned, stepping closer to the pair of them. 

“I said you could leave, Hawkeye.” Crocodile said coldly, eyes never leaving Buggy’s face. 

Mihawk took a few steps, then paused next to Crocodile. “If you kill him, consider my association with Cross Guild terminated.” He said firmly, a final warning before he left, closing the door behind him. 

“Hey! You don’t think I can take Crocodile?” Buggy shouted after Mihawk. 

Crocodile scoffed aloud. He wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t kill the clown. He just wanted to humiliate him, wanted to embarrass him so badly that he took back what he said about pursuing the One Piece. The best way to do that was to show him how weak and pathetic he really was. This idiot obviously forgot his place and he was in need of a reminder. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? If you want the One Piece so badly, attack me, show me how strong you are.” He taunted, inviting Buggy to attack him with a gesture from his hand. 

Buggy grit his teeth and launched his fists at Crocodile’s chest, both of them making wimpy contact. Crocodile’s sandy body absorbed such little impact from Buggy that he wondered if he even needed to bother turning into sand in the first place. Crocodile laughed, low and mocking. “What was that? Are you even trying?” 

“Fuck you!!” Buggy yelled, his hands shooting up to Crocodile’s face, his gloved fingers hooked into his mouth, yanking the skin, making him drop his cigar. Crocodile grabbed both hands from his face with a swipe of his large hand and tossed them away, growling in annoyance. 

“What are you? A child? Ooof!” Crocodile bent forward, surprised as Buggy headbutted his midsection. How the hell did he do that? He definitely didn’t use haki. Water? 

Crocodile looked down at Buggy but immediately got a face full of his hair. Buggy’s head shot up and Crocodile felt his nose crack and he hissed at the sudden pain. Buggy wasn’t powerful enough to cause him any real damage, but it was enough to piss him off further. Crocodile grabbed Buggy with his hook, impaling him through his face and slammed him down on the floor, dazing him, his body falling on its butt. 

“You think you’re real clever, huh?” Crocodile seethed, breathing heavily through his mouth, his nose gushing blood. He stood and snapped his nose back into place, wiping away the excess blood with his hand and smearing it on his pants.

“Clever enough to make you bleed, idiot!” Buggy spit, his head squirming on Crocodile’s hook, trying to free himself. 

This clown really knew how to get under his skin. That hot wash of anger put a fire in him; he wanted to hurt Buggy, to make him submit, to make him understand he could never measure up. 

“I’m not the one with their ass on the ground, dipshit.”  

“Shut up!! Asshole!!” Buggy shouted, slipping free from Crocodile’s hook,  floating away from him and then zooming toward Crocodile once again.  

He rolled his eyes. Pathetic. Crocodile easily avoided him, taking a step back, but there was something behind him and he stumbled, his arms circling comically in the air as he tried to catch himself, taking another step back to try and regain his balance, but his foot slipped against something and he fell. 

His back turned to sand before he hit the ground, but still felt the shock of the impact.  He grit his teeth and tried to regain his bearings. What the hell just happened? He glanced behind him and saw Buggy’s body on its hands and knees. Crocodile let out a frustrated growl. He’d tear Buggy apart for his stupid antics. 

Before Crocodile could move, Buggy sat down on his chest, his body fully back together. He wasted no time in attacking Crocodile, slamming his fists on his face, making contact from the residual blood wetting his skin. Buggy pummeled him relentlessly, lost in a sort of bloodlust, his punches not overly painful but still damaging him nonetheless. 

Crocodile shoved Buggy off of him and reversed their positions. He pushed Buggy’s back to the floor, pinning his hands above him with the sharp point of his hook. Buggy cursed and squirmed under him as Crocodile bent over him, pushing him into the ground. Buggy wrapped his legs around Crocodile’s hips, trying to squeeze him, to maneuver him off, as if that would work. 

Crocodile raised his fist, ready to return the beating Buggy tried to give him when he felt Buggy’s hard dick poking against his belly. He paused and glanced down, thrown by the sight of Buggy’s erection tenting his stupid red onesie. 

“Getting hard from making me bleed?” Crocodile sneered. 

Buggy’s face turned bright red and he squirmed under Crocodile, trying to drop his legs, but they stayed open and splayed out, his ass resting on Crocodile’s thighs. 

“Sh-shut up! It’s just from the heat of battle, dumbass!” He snapped, refusing to make eye contact with him. 

Crocodile scoffed. “Heat of battle? I’ve been in real battles before and I think you’re just a pervert, getting off on feeling like a tough guy.” He pushed Buggy harder into the floor with his body weight, his hand tracing over Buggy’s erection. 

He had no room to talk because he’d been hard this entire time. He couldn’t help it. Beating Buggy like this? It did something for him. But Buggy pushing back, making him work for a punishment? He was at full-mast from the moment Buggy snapped, but he hid it better than Buggy did. And if they were both hard? Crocodile couldn’t help but take advantage of the heat of the moment. 

He gripped Buggy’s dick, stroking him harder than necessary. Buggy groaned, his legs squeezing around his hips. 

“F-fuck you! You’re just a bully!” Buggy bit off a moan, panting as Crocodile stroked him faster. 

“Yeah? You look like you’re getting off to this, faggot.” Crocodile grinned tauntingly, pressing his own erection against Buggy’s ass. 

Buggy whimpered, his hips jumping, his ass grinding down on Crocodile’s cock. 

“You.” Buggy panted, “you’re the fag. I bet you want to fuck me, sick old man.” 

Crocodile grabbed Buggy’s hip with his free hand and thrust forward, humping Buggy’s ass. 

“It’s obvious you want it. No need to play games. Go ahead and beg me for it. Beg for my cock.”  

“Fucker.” Buggy hissed, biting his lip, stifling a moan as Crocodile picked up speed, dry humping him, simulating sex. 

Crocodile chuckled, bringing his hook to Buggy’s abdomen, using his hand to pull Buggy’s hands free and tossed them to the side. He tore open Buggy’s clothes, ripping and shredding until he was bare, scraps of fabric piled around him. 

Buggy’s hands shot forward to cover Crocodile’ eyes, his arms shoving at his shoulders. 

“Asshole! Those clothes are expensive! And who said you could look at me naked!?” Buggy growled, but Crocodile felt his feet rubbing his dick over his pants. Crocodile just smirked, reaching down to unbutton his pants, freeing his aching cock with a practiced hand. He heard Buggy gasp, his hands falling away from Crocodile’s eyes. 

Crocodile hungrily looked over Buggy’s naked body. He was bruised, some parts of him swollen, his body fuzzy and soft. His appetite swelled looking over Buggy, seeing how much of his mark he’s already left on him. He wanted to leave more, wanted to mark him with his hands and teeth and lips and tongue. He wanted Buggy to think only about him later when he looked in the mirror. 

He was pulled out of his lustful staring by Buggy ripping open his vest, every button popping off. Crocodile grabbed Buggy by the neck and pinned him down, getting in his face. 

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He snapped.

He gave Crocodile an impish smile, “You should be naked, too, coward.” Buggy whispered hoarsely, his face turning purple. Crocodile growled in frustration, slamming Buggy’s head down once on the floor. 

“You’re gonna regret that.” Crocodile promised, pulling off his useless vest and unbuttoning his shirt. Buggy’s hands grabbed his shirt and pulled it open too, all the buttons popping off, a shit-eating grin on his face. Fucking cunt . 

Crocodile grabbed one of Buggy’s hands and ripped off the glove, shoving his bare hand into Buggy’s mouth. He did the same with the other and held the hands there with his own. Buggy choked and gagged, eyes widening in fear, saliva dribbling and bubbling against Crocodile’s hand. Crocodile swallowed down a moan, his cock twitching, aching to be touched, as he watched Buggy struggle.

He let go.

“Get yourself ready or I’ll fuck you dry.” He threatened, pushing down his pants. 

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Buggy hissed, his spit slick fingers zooming between his legs, pressing into himself. 

Crocodile grabbed Buggy’s hair hard, pulling him up, making Buggy disconnect his head. How dare this little shit talk back to him. Crocodile smashed their lips together, licking and sucking at Buggy’s mouth. He could taste blood, his own, from Buggy’s lips. Metallic, the taste of it unmistakable.

Buggy bit him, as if looking for more blood, and Crocodile bit him back, harder, wishing he could make him bleed, but his teeth sank into flesh that parted easily. He spit out the part of lip he bit off Buggy’s face. 

“You’re so disgusting.” He huffed into Buggy’s mouth, his lip already reattaching to his face. Crocodile pushed in his tongue, licking and curling around Buggy’s. Buggy whined in the back of his throat, his tongue struggling against Crocodile’s overwhelming force. Feeling his tongue lick and push at him made him want it elsewhere. Crocodile pulled Buggy away and brought his head down to face his jutting cock.

He rubbed his dick over Buggy’s face, and Buggy groaned in pain and pleasure, his heavy dick bumping into his swollen bruises. 

“Open up.” Crocodile commanded, brushing his cock over Buggy’s partially parted lips. Buggy blew a raspberry instead. 

“I’ll bite you. I’ll chomp your dick off.” Buggy threatened, his pupils dilated, dark and shiny. 

“Oh? Will you? Should I break your teeth? I can pull them out one by one if you’d prefer.” Crocodile offered, looking down menacingly at Buggy, pressing the hard metal curve of his hook into his mouth. 

Buggy sucked in a breath and parted his lips, submitting to Crocodile. He licked the metal pushing into his mouth, sucking it with a moan. 

“I thought so.” Crocodile breathed, pulling away his hook and pushing his dick into Buggy’s open mouth. He groaned softly at the feeling of Buggy’s hot wet tongue licking over him, pulling him in. Buggy swallowed him deeper, his lips tight around him, struggling to accommodate Crocodile’s size. 

“That’s right. You like being my bitch, don’t you? Don’t forget who’s in charge.”  

Buggy grumbled around his dick and Crocodile shoved himself further into his mouth, making him choke.  

Crocodile’s eyes flitted over to Buggy’s body, his hand furiously stroking himself while his other was four fingers deep inside of his ass. Molten lust curled in his belly at the sight and he pulled Buggy from his dick, tossing his head over to his body.  

 “I’m the emperor here, y’know! So, you’re lucky I’m letting you fuck me!” Buggy yelled at him as his head settled back on his shoulders. 

Crocodile grabbed Buggy’s legs, ignoring his little tirade, and pulled the naked clown to him, bending him in half. He pulled away Buggy’s hands, gathered a glob of spit and let it drop into Buggy’s twitching hole. He pushed a finger inside him, hot and tight, but stretched enough that he’d be able to take his dick. He spit into Buggy’s hole once more and pressed the head of his dick to him, slowly pressing in, Buggy swallowing him easily. 

“You’re the one who’s lucky, clown.” Crocodile gruffed, his teeth clenched as he sunk deeper inside of him. Fucking hell, he was so tight. His blood burned, the feeling of Buggy twitching around him was driving him wild. He pulled out and thrust in sharply, making Buggy cry out, his hands shooting to Crocodile’s hips, clawing at the skin. 

He did it again, pushing in even deeper with every rough thrust until he bottomed out. 

“Oh god!” Buggy cried, tears falling down his cheeks, his muscles clenched tight. Crocodile groaned, bending forward to lick the tears from his face, his hips moving quickly. 

“Crying from pleasure? Just wait until I make you cum. You’ll be praising me more than god.” 

“Y-you wish! Flashy bastard!” Buggy tried to act tough but broke whatever flimsy façade he was putting on by moaning. “I don’t even think you’ll last long enough t-to make me cum, horny old man.” Buggy gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Crocodile changed angles and wrapped a hand around his dick.

Stupid blustering clown. Crocodile leaned over him and bit his neck, sucking his pulse point, tasting his salty skin. His mouth trailed over his neck and chest, biting and sucking hickies over any unmarked skin, leaving little red welts that would purple soon, decorating Buggy’s body. 

Buggy whined the whole time, his hands clawing at Crocodile’s back, leaving hot red lines. “Croc! I hate you so much! Haven’t you left enough marks on me?” Buggy complained, his voice high and breathy. Crocodile smiled into his skin, sucking one more large hickie onto his neck, then pulled back, his lips pink and puffy. 

“I can’t let you forget who you belong to, can I?” Crocodile pushed into him as deep as he could go, pulling out and slamming back in, moving faster, making Buggy claw at his back. 

“Ah ah ah! Croc! Fuck!” Buggy cried, his body pulled taut. 

“That’s it! Tell me who owns you.” Crocodile growled, pounding into Buggy, jolting him with every thrust. 

“Y-you! Oh god! Crocodile!” His voice broke off into a whine, his eyes rolled back, and his nails dug into Crocodile’s skin hard enough to make him bleed. Buggy’s cock twitched, cumming hard enough to shoot semen across his chest and onto his chin and cheek. 

“Yes.” He breathed, his eyes sliding closed in pleasure, his hand gripping Buggy’s hip hard enough to bruise. Finally. Buggy’s breaking point. It was unbelievably satisfying to hear, to feel.

He slammed his hips into Buggy, filling him with his thick cum. Buggy whimpered as he felt the hot gush of semen, twitching around Crocodile’s dick. He thrust a few more times just to make sure Buggy really felt it all.

He slowly pulled out, ensuring that his cum would dribble out of Buggy, and wiped his dick against Buggy’s leg. Then he grabbed one of the scraps of Buggy’s clothes and cleaned it off properly, tossing the used fabric onto Buggy’s chest. 

“Asshole!” Buggy panted, his body pink, shiny with sweat, covered in bruises. Crocodile looked over him as he pulled up his underwear and pants. He looked good like this, fucked out, covered in cum, and laying at his feet. He put on the ripped shirt and vest, pulling his coat over top and buttoning it closed to hide his bare chest. He slicked back his hair, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and pulled out a cigar, lighting it, and took a pleasurable puff. He started to leave when he felt Buggy’s hand pull at his shoulder. 

“Hey! Wait a minute!! I don’t have any clothes! Gimme some of yours!” Buggy pleaded, attempting to stand, but chopped his legs at the ankles, his legs too wobbly to support his weight. 

Crocodile looked him up and down, blowing out a puff a smoke. 

 “No.” He said with a smile, leaving the meeting room with Buggy calling after him, cursing him as he closed the door behind him. Mihawk leaned against the wall next to the doorway. 

“Well. You didn’t kill him, but I can’t say I feel much better about what you two did in there.” 

Crocodile huffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just reminded him who’s boss.” He strode away, leaving Mihawk to deal with the naked Buggy who nervously peeked his head out from the door. 

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ Giving Buggy the Clown Head 😩😩

- Anime! Buggy

You were probably the first person to ever be intimate with him. And he was very shy. Like come on now who in their right mind would fuck this crusty ass clown? I would suck his pp so hard 😩

But damn, he’s loud. Moaning and whimpering. And sometimes even a little bit of growling. “Fuck Y/N….keep doing that with your tongue.”

Pulls onto your hair as he has his head thrown back, and eyes shut closed. “Fuck..”

He’s very jealous, and I mean VERY JEALOUS!! He’ll lash out to his crew if they get to close to you and if you were to flirt with one of his crew members he’ll drag you to his private cabin and force you to your knees.

And he’ll begin undoing his pants and his dick will spring up. “Start Sucking.”

Whenever he’s in a bad mood he’ll grab the back of your head and force his full length into your mouth. And he’ll laugh when you gag around him.

Buggy gets all lovely dovey when you guys are done doing anything sexual. He’ll whimper softly and beg you to hold him.

Oh yeah! Buggy can be a real prankster. If this man ever sees you yawning around him he’ll send his dick into your mouth.

And of course you choke because it’s very unexpected! “ACHK! BUGGY!”

“You know what Buggy. You lost your dick privileges.” You say and you’ll take a hold of his dick and run off with it. He’ll chase after you whining. “Y/N!!!”

“No! You should have thought before shooting your dick into my mouth!” You yell out and ran off. And as you run off holding onto his dick. It’s squirming around for freedom.

- OPLA! Buggy

This man claims that’s he’s the best around when it comes to the bedroom but god damn, he’s such a begger when he wants head. He’ll pout and whimper to you.

“Please I need a Blow Job!! Please wrap those pretty little lips around me.”

He’s quite rough, he’ll want you to take his full length in your mouth. So he’ll grab a fist full of your hair and fuck your mouth. “Oh yes! God you make me feel so good!”

He’ll joke around about giving his crowd a show! A special kind of show that involves your mouth and his floating dick. Let’s just say he wants to play darts..

He loves having you against the bed as you touch yourself and as he has his dick in his hand. And shove it in your mouth. “That’s right, touch yourself as you suck me off real good.”

“Hey Y/N! I have a lollipop for you! Close your eyes.” He said, and you were confused but you did as you were told.

You were expecting a sweet lollipop but no! Buggy shoved his dick into your mouth making you gag. And he just giggled. “Aw I’m sorry about that.”

Buggy is a real prankster!! He pull his pants down and shoot his dick out and towards you. “Buggy Blow Out Candle!” Or the classic “Pop goes the Weasel!”

Buggy just teasing you okay, he may be mean and crusty but he loves you okay. Even he can be a real dick..

Ahh if you tease him whenever you’re giving him head he’ll whimper and whine. He’s very sensitive on the head of his dick. “Please!! Y/N you’re gonna make me cum quickly!”

[spqcebunsforever]

Finally Reunited

Pairing: LA Buggy x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Buggy used to be best friends when they were little but time split them apart but because Y/n is a part of a crew that contains a certain stretchy pirate who stole something that the clown pirate wants he and Y/n will be reuniting sooner rather than later.

Y/n's Pov

Me and Luffy have known each other from the very beginning. I was friends with Shanks and for some reason, Luffy admired him so he and I got very friendly and I grew to be very fond of the boy. Luffy since he was very little had always said that he wanted to be a pirate and join Shanks crew but he would always get turned down and always for the same reasons. I was there when he tried to poke his eye out to show how determined he was to be a pirate. I along with Shanks got him cleaned up and bandaged after it was tough trying to get him to realize that he was only a child and children couldn't be pirates.

I also remember the day Shanks had gone away to try to find the one piece he had come to say goodbye to me after he had spoken to Luffy and I remember him saying how devastated he was that he was never coming back. Shanks had always been brave even when we were growing up but along with that, he had always been stupid as well. "I can't believe you are going to really do this it's like you have a death wish" he just gave me a small smile "Yeah but just think about how cool I'll be when I find it". With tears in my eyes, I gave him the tightest hug I could give. I knew that this would maybe be the last hug that we ever share so I wanted to at least make it different from the rest.

A few years later Luffy had come up to me and told me that he was leaving to become a pirate and that he was going to create a crew and find the one piece. I was not about to let this boy that I had grown so fond of just leave so I packed all my stuff and told him that he had his first crew member. His smile was huge when I told him I was coming with him and that's what we did set off to go find the one piece. And that brings us to the present with Luffy jumping around on this boat that we stole and Nami trying to get the map to the grand line out of the safe.

When she finally opened the safe Luffy couldn't have been happier. Nami opened up the map and we all looked at it Zoro who had been taking a nap in the back had also come out to check out what was going on. Luffy asked Nami where exactly the grand line was so we followed her to the back so she could explain but while she was explaining we all heard bangs. Our first thoughts were that the Marines had caught up to us but when we got on the deck to see what was going on instead of cannon balls hitting us it was red smoke. Before I could even think about what was happening I felt my body go stiff and fall to the ground.

When I woke up I realized that I was on a bed and a very comfy one. Once my eyes had fully opened and were adjusted to the light I started looking around the room. It was a very nice room it had lots of gold stuff all around it, it looked like whoever owned the room was trying to impress someone. Before I could take another look around I heard the door creak open and I immediately moved back into the bed getting ready if I needed to fight. What I didn't expect to see was blue hair and a red nose from someone who I hadn't seen in years.

Buggy came into the room with a straight face I didn't like that whenever I had seen him he had always worn a smile but now it was completely different. "Ah, your awake good" I just continued staring at him so confused "Buggy is that you?". He walked further into the room and shut the door "Oh so you remember my name I'm surprised I thought you would have forgotten". I just again shot him a confused look "Of course I didn't forget your name why would you think that". His mood immediately changed from straight-faced and calm to rage "Why because you left me to go with Shanks!". I felt my eyes open in shock "What you know that's not true I didn't leave you for Shanks".

"Yes you did you left me for Shanks and betrayed me and to think that I ever liked you!" He realized what he had said and for a second we just stared at each other both our faces pink. Buggy put his hands over his face and slid down the bottom of the bed frame trying to hide himself. I couldn't help the small smile that appeared on my face he was still buggy.

I carefully moved closer to the bed frame still sitting on the bed. "Hey, you remember when we were little and we used to see how much food we could steal without getting caught by the chef". He didn't say anything but I knew he was listening "I remember because one night you had stolen 3 cookies from the boat's kitchen and I really wanted to beat you so I went down and tried to steal 4 but that's all that was left so in the morning the chef was so angry because he knew someone had stolen and before I could confess even though you knew I had done it you said you had done it and got toilet duty".

He still wasn't responding "Or I remember when you tried to open a door for me when we were younger but instead of opening you hit me with it and I ended up with a nose bleed and you started acting like I was dying asking if I was going to faint or if I was going to puke remember you carried me back to my bed after that as well you told everyone you didn't care but that night you brought me soup to make me feel better".

I started giggling at the memory but he still hadn't moved from his position hiding at the bottom of the bed frame. I started to think of something that I could say and then it hit me. "But my favorite memory from when we were little was when we were stargazing on the ship I think that one is my favorite because that night was actually the night I admitted to myself that I liked you". I felt my face again turn pink finally admitting that to him but I heard him move and his head popped up making eye contact with me.

"Is that true did you really like me". I just playfully rolled my eyes "Yes of course I liked you and listen I'm really sorry if I made you feel like I ditched you for Shanks and I'm sorry that I left you in general I should have stayed with you". Buggy then moved onto the bed with me sitting in front of me. "As long as you say you like me more than Shanks I will forgive you". I touched his cheek with my right hand "I like you way more than I like Shanks hell Bugs I love you". He accepted my touch and put his hand on mine. "Now could you please tell me where the rest of my crew are" Buggy rolled his eyes "Why are you a part of their crew come join mine we can be happy just us together".

I really thought about it I really did but I had to shake my head. "Not now bugs I need to make sure that he stays safe if the offer still stands in the future I'll of course join but I just need to make sure that he doesn't kill himself first". Buggy looked a little bummed but still gave me a smile "The offer will always stand for you no matter what". I gave him a quick peck on the cheek "Well now please show me to my crew so we can as nicely as we can kick your butt". Buggy got up and opened the door for me and this time I didn't get hit. As we were walking out buggy put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a smirk. "Yeah, I'd like to see you try sweetheart".

[galaxycunt]

I Cant Keep Crying pt 1

Hello it’s me again. Angst/ smut/ etc etc under the cut

Part 2

You wish you could say you knew how you got here. You shared the same dream with every other pirate in the world. Your wide eyed idealism soon turned cynical, yet you remained on the sea. Your captain wasn’t the most fearsome, sticking to the East Blue was easy pickings. It worked for you, Buggy wasn’t the meanest boss you encountered. You knew how to stay on his good side, which helped.

After a particularly fun night, both of you good and drunk, he ended up between your legs. You decided you wanted to keep him there, as long as he’d let you. The way he looked at you made you think you had the final say in it no matter what.

He wasn’t ugly, but he also wasn’t the only pirate you let into your bed. You and him had a silent understanding, the sea was lonely. He was your captain, and you weren’t going to ask for special treatment. Whatever happened inside his cabin, stayed there.

“Fuck, I’m so close.”

You liked the way he looked under you, the feel of his cock inside you. Buggy massaged your nipples, biting your flesh everywhere. His hands found their way to your ass, forcing your hips to grind against him faster.

“Keep going, Buggy, fuck keep going.”

A groan caught in his throat as you came, flipping you over to find his own release. You were oversensitive, slapping the wall behind you. Buggy kissed your neck, spilling into you.

It was always quick and dirty, him pulling out slowly to grab his flask. You shared a drink while catching your breath, watching the rise and fall of his chest.

”My legs cant stop shaking,” you said with a laugh.

”Damn straight.”

He slapped your ass, making you laugh harder, “you’re funny.”

He turned you around to face him, planting a kiss on your lips. This was always your favorite part, especially if you got to stay the night. You traced patterns on his skin, him watching with a smile on his face.

“I found something from the last raid I think you might like.”

”Like what?”

He jerked his chin to a chest on his desk, “go look.”

You eyed him suspiciously, not really sure what to expect. You figured it’d be a gag gift, like the last one. It wasn’t your birthday yet, nor a holiday. He wasn’t one for gifting things anyway.

Inside was a necklace, a silver chain with a locket.

”Wow, thanks.”

He shrugged, “wasn’t worth too much. Thought it’d look great on you.”

”Well thanks, I love it,” you said, brushing off what he said.

“Put it on.”

The cool metal raised your skin, as well as the look he gave you from across the room. Slowly, you stalked over to him. Running a finger along his jaw, you kissed him again.

”Thanks, Captain.”

”If you really wanna thank me,” he motioned to his cock with a wink.

You honestly expected him to have a picture of it inside the damn locket. You decided to thank him anyway, not thinking too much into why the hell he gave you a gift in the first place. At least he apologized when cum got into your nostril. So gentlemanlike of him.

You cleaned each up other up with smiles before bed, Buggy always finding a way to keep touching you. You wanted to lie and say you were annoyed, or even apathetic about it. Your heart fluttered every time, relishing in this moment, because it was only you and him.

In the morning, Buggy always let you eat a meal with him. Ordering a crew mate to send breakfast in for the both of you. You were always shy, you didn’t need to know what they were saying about you to know they said anything about you.

Buggy fed you a biscuit, like you were lovers on a honeymoon. You could play pretend, you always did.

”There’s a nice place I heard about on this village, the booze is cheap as shit.”

”Hell yeah, I could use a night where my head is the only thing swaying around.”

He smiled, letting you linger as you readied for your daily tasks. You pretended to be busy as you watched him apply his makeup. You felt a little sad for him, like the clown persona wasn’t even a choice for him. Like it never was, but he wore it with pride. You admired him for that.

“Ready to face the day?”

Your name sounded so lovely on his lips.

”Of course, Buggy.”

He rewarded the crew with a night of partying, throwing berry around the crowded bar. The crew was only here a few days for a resupply, plenty of time to soak in the sights. You poured yourself a drink, trying to find him. You stood on your toes, searching for that bright orange hat amongst the crowd.

You finally spotted him, pushing your way to that hat like it was a beacon. You wanted to ask him why he gave you that locket you were still wearing, and what it meant to him.

”Heya Bug-“

You froze, witnessing his tongue being shoved down another person’s throat. One of the townies, of course they wouldn’t have a reason not to. Not like your crew mates, avoiding eye contact with you in embarrassment.

He noticed you staring, a smeared red smile on his face.

”What, what? Need more berry?” He turned to his newest hook up, “can’t say I’m not a generous captain, here you go baby, be merry!”

You crumpled the notes in your fist, rushing back towards the bar. Scanning the dark room, you couldn’t find a suitable replacement. One was found for you, a man with a nice smile whispering in your ear. You moved him to be within Buggy’s line of sight, kissing him sloppily.

You could scream, but instead pulling him out into the fresh air with force. You ran your arms over your clothes, looking for an ear. You couldn’t find one, tears on the verge of falling.

”Hey, did you see my captain looking at us when we left?”

The stranger shook his head, “I say you’re off the hook, babe.”

You nodded, deciding to take him then and there in that dark alleyway. You hoped Buggy would catch you, hoping for a reaction that could tell you what he didn’t want to say. Something besides what you didn’t want to hear.

After he got you off, you left him there to stumble on your separate ways. You only wanted to enter Buggy’s cabin, to throttle whoever he decided to bring home that night. It was beneath you, you been doing this long enough to know better.

Buggy ruined it, with that stupid locket. It wasn’t even just the locket, it was the special bottle he’ll save for you, the extra sweets on your birthday, the way he remembered whatever small detail you’d tell him.

He couldn’t belong to only you, he had a way to make anyone follow him to hell and back. He could treat people however he wanted, they wouldn’t leave him. He knew he had you hook, line, and sinker.

Instead of heading towards his bed, you entered the crew’s quarters. No one was there, you could scream and kick things around in private. It didn’t help anything, leaving you to nurse a sprained ankle and a hangover.

”Whoa there, what happened to you last night?” Buggy cornered you in the storage room, your hands sore from sharpening blades for hours.

”Had a little bit fun yourself, huh Captain?”

He laughed nervously, “what’s the point of plundering if you can’t enjoy the spoils?”

”Yeah, your little friend last night seemed pretty nice.”

He ignored the comment, “where’s that necklace, you lose it already?”

”I didn’t wanna wear it today,” you said flatly.

He only nodded, taking blades from the finished pile. Buggy half heartedly checked stock, glancing every so often if your direction until you left.

You figured you were hormonal, or maybe even just coming down with a cold. Something was to blame for you suddenly caring. You haven’t been on land in months, you forgot how things worked between you two. That had to be it.

”Captain wants to speak to you.”

You could handle whatever he wanted to throw at you.

He opened the door with a smile, pushing you inside. He handed you a pile of clothes, things to be mended.

”Is that all from you?”

”Ah, no. I remembered a long time ago, a certain member of my merry band of freaks liked playing the accordion. So…”

”Uh, wow. Thanks, Captain.”

”Figured all those shanties needed some accompaniment.”

You tilted your head, “why?”

He blushed, “do I need one?”

He was trying to buy you off. He looked at you like he was expecting something, his hands floated to your body, tugging at your clothes. Hands that touched someone else, but you couldn’t cry about that. You did it too.

”Seems like you have a reason in mind, Bug.”

He nodded, stripping you bare.

“I’m a big fan of every noise coming out of your mouth.”

You let him fuck you, you not being able to get that night out of your mind. His mouth is on your pussy, determined to make you his.

“Stop, stop.”

”What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

You expected him to beg, to plead for you to stay. A promise or two about changing, that it was only you.

Instead he yelled, “fine! See if I care! Fucking go!”

He threw your clothes at you, refusing to even look at you. When you were taking too long, he shoved you out the door, shirt still unbuttoned, leaving you exposed. Before closing it, he threw costumes and the accordion out into the hallway.

”This shit better be done by tonight or I’ll have your head on a platter.”

The accordion was in pieces, you attempted to pick it up before he screamed at you to go. Leaving Buggy and anyone around to stare at the broken mess on the floor.

You hid from the crew the rest of the day, tearfully mending each item. While everyone went out to party, you left the costumes by the door. He wasn’t there, expecting you to leave them somewhere while he went out himself. You knew he was going to bring someone else back to his bed.

As you set the costumes down, you noticed the accordion in the trash, you carefully held it in your hands. It should be an easy fix, at least until Buggy decides you didn’t deserve it back.

With a sigh, you worked on the instrument alone on the deck. Watching the life on shore from afar. The tears blurred your work, feeling stupid for leaving Buggy. Shit, you felt stupid for even thinking a captain like him would even care about an underling like you.

It was getting late, and you fixed the accordion the best you could. Testing it out with a soft song, you choked on a sob. Buggy walked across the deck, another lover around his arm. He glanced at you briefly, his expression hard to read in the dark.