Sleeping Separately After An Argument Pt. 2

sleeping separately after an argument pt. 2

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characters: mihawk, crocodile, and buggy x fem! reader summary: how cross guild would react to you sleeping alone after an argument CW: mainly fluff, slight angst others: not proofread, lowercase intended, and pictures found on pinterest

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Dracula Mihawk

mihawk is known for his stoic and composed demeanor. however, an argument that leads to you sleeping in the guest bedroom would shake his calm exterior. mihawk values control and precision, not just on the battlefield but also in his personal life. The argument would leave him feeling a sense of imbalance, disrupting the harmony he strives to maintain.

initially, he would analyze the argument with the same meticulousness he applies to his swordsmanship. he would replay the conversation, seeking to understand your perspective and where he might have gone wrong. he would be restless and his castle, usually a sanctuary of peace, would start to feel unusually empty and cold.

his conclusion? being right wasn't worth you being upset and distant with him. especially not when it meant sleeping alone.

"dear?" his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he enters the room.

"I would save this for the morning, but that would not sleeping in your arms tonight," he says, kneeling beside the bed and lifting you up bridal style. his actions catching you by surprise as you subconsciously wrap your arms around his neck for support.

"you can tear me a new one in the morning," he jokes (something he rarely did), before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as he made his way back to your shared room.

Sir Crocodile

crocodile would initially react to an argument and subsequent separation with a sense of indifference. or at least that's how it looks on the surface. the argument would leave him brooding as he is not one to easily admit fault, and his pride would make it difficult for him to do so immediately.

he would spend the first half of the night in his office, surrounded by the trappings of his power, telling himself that you'd get over it soon.

as the night wore on, your lack of presence would make him realize that you weren't going to get over it soon. and by this point, he has had enough. he would make his way to the guest bedroom. without even bothering to knock, he would burst through the door, staring down your curled-up form. a pang of guilt would run down his spine as he looked at you.

"when are you coming to bed?" his voice rough, a complete contrast to the worry in his eyes and the guilt that he felt. he already knew the answer, so when you don't respond he would just lift you up, throwing you over his shoulder before landing a firm slap on your ass.

"you're mad? fine, be mad, but be mad in our room," he says sternly as he walks back to your shared room.

Buggy the Clown

buggy with his flamboyant and often comical personality would react to an argument with you more dramatically. the idea of you sleeping separately would initially infuriate him causing his pride and insecurities to flare up.

he would spend the initial moments of the separation grumbling and throwing a minor tantrum to anyone who could listen, convinced that he was right (he wasn't). however, as the night wore on, his anger would give way to the loneliness and regret he felt.

he would pace outside you door, muttering to himself as he debates whether to knock or not. not sure if you even wanted to see him after what he has done.

she's probably waiting, arms wide open, for me

or maybe she's packing her bags finally tired of my antics

oh nika i hope it's not that

in the end, he would knock on the door and try putting on a confident front even though he's low-key expecting you to ignore him. so when the door opens, the first thing you are greeted with is a shocked buggy, making another one of his goofy faces. this subconsciously cracks you up unknowingly breaking the ice for him.

"sugar! oh, how i've missed you," he would immediately pull you into a tight hug. and without much of a warning, he would start word-vomiting his apologies.

"i'm so sorry about my actions from earlier sugar and i’m sorry for being so stubborn about it. I understand now that i went too far and that i should’ve acknowledged that instead of arguing with you. but i promise that it won't ever happen again. so please forgive me this once, sugar?"

you don’t have it in you to send him away after all that so instead you would simply pull him into the room before turning and going back to bed this time with him following suit.

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part 1

hi guys! thanks again for reading, this is the second part and honestly the last, for op at least. buggy was surprisingly the easiest to write while mihawk was the hardest TvT. hopefully i did them all justice tho!!

i have a few ideas of what i want to write but if you have any suggestions for plot or character please let me know, i’m open to any ideas :).

Hi, could you do like some fluffy headcanons with Crocodile. Like with a daughter!reader, he found her and raised her. She's been by his side throughout Baroque Works, jails separates them for a while, but then she makes her way back to him as the Cross Guild is former.

Just, fluffy crocodad headcannons with a daughter!reader. She could work alongside him to, like a secretary. Reader is just happy to be by their dad again^^

father figure

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characters: sir crocodile x daughter!reader summary: crocodile taken in an orphaned child not expecting to grow fondly of her CW: just fluff, lowercase intended, not proofread

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crocodile had always been known as a figure of unyielding stoicism and calculated ruthlessness. as the leader of Baroque Works, this was the kind of man his associates and his enemies knew him to be. his lack of affection made dealing with his job much easier as it left no weak points. something he never planned on changing but, fate had a peculiar way of challenging those with the coldest hearts.

it all started when he stumbled upon a small, orphaned child during one of his operations. his sharp eyes started down your dirty and frail figure with initial disgust. your wide eyes, frightened with terror as you clutched the bread you had stolen from his crew.

"who are you?" his voice was gruff, but there was a hint of curiosity.

you looked up, the piece of bread tightly held against you. "i'm just trying to survive," you replied, your voice surprisingly steady despite the fear in your eyes.

crocodile studied you for a moment, something in your gaze stirred a long-buried part of him and for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. leading him to make a decision that surprised even himself. "come with me," he said, turning on his heel.

he wasn't sure why he took you in, but when asked, he justified it as "practical"—you needed protection, and he had the means to provide it. and for a while, his interactions with you matched his words. he was distant and formal, more akin to a business transaction than a familial bond. providing you with your basic needs, leaving the rest up to his crew.

you, however, was undeterred by his cold demeanor. you approached him with the fearless curiosity only a child could muster. you followed him around, your small hand often tugging at his coat, asking endless questions about everything you saw. you drew pictures, and even attempted to braid his hair one evening. despite himself, crocodile found his heart softening. he started to look forward to your chatter, you innocent laughter, and the way you clung to him whenever you were scared.

but as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, something began to change. he found himself spending more time with you, teaching you about the world in his own gruff manner. he showed you how to read maps, how to defend herself, and even how to play chess. 

while he was going through his newest findings on the poneglyph's, you approached him with one of your textbooks. "dad, can you help me with this reading?" you asked, your voice filled with anticipation. crocodile's heart skipped a beat at the word "dad." he didn't have it in him to correct you, and though he would never admit it, he cherished the title. he set aside his papers and spent the evening helping you with your book, his rough exterior melting away in your presence.

from then on he became your dad. a change his associates noticed almost immediately. exchanging knowing glances with each other whenever they saw him gently fixing your hair or reading you a bedtime story. Over time, they grew fondly of you, often bringing you small gifts or teaching you tricks of their trade. the once cold and fearsome headquarters of Baroque Works became a place of warmth and laughter whenever you were around.

after his defeat in Alabasta, crocodile was arrested. the charges against him were numerous, and the trial was swift. giving him no time to say goodbye or send you to a proper caretaker. a thought that consumed his thoughts daily as he sat in his cell. despite the harsh conditions of his confinement, crocodile's primary concern was always you. 

countless sleepless nights were spent wondering. wondering if you were being taken care of properly. wondering if you were happy and eating well. wondering if you missed him as much as he missed you. the uncertainty gnawed at him, making his imprisonment even more unbearable. but he held onto the hope of seeing his daughter again, the thought of your smile was his only solace.

once he was released, crocodile wasted no time, moving with the singular purpose of reuniting with you again. his heart pounding with fear and anticipation as he and his associates, who had also been released, searched for you. they scoured the streets of the last island they were on, asking everyone they met if they had seen a little girl with bright eyes and a fearless spirit. after days of searching, they found you. you were staying with one of crocodile's old associates, a retired assassin, who had taken you in and cared for you as best as she could.

when crocodile saw you, his heart swelled with relief and joy. his anxiety and worries vanish after confirming his daughter was safe during his absences. you immediately ran into his arms, your face lighting up as tears streamed down your face. "dad!" you cried, throwing your arms around him.

crocodile hugged you tightly, his usual stoic mask slipping away. "i'm here, princess. i'm here," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. he then lifts you up carrying you in his arms as he turns to look at his associate, gratitude shining in his eyes. "thank you for taking care of my daughter."

the associate nodded, a small smile on her lips. this was the first time her boss thanked her. "she’s a special girl."

crocodile nodded in agreement, his heart full. you had become his world, and he would do anything to keep his world safe. which meant getting locked up like that wasn't an option, but that was for later. making a mental note to call mihawk later, but right now he had some catching up to do.

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thank you so much for the request!!

i thought of a few ways to go about it, but this one just felt right, although it isn't really an hc.

and i loved the idea of the reader working with their crocodile, but i see crocodile as the kind of dad who would much rather preserve their innocence, by keeping them away from the dangers of his job as best as he could.

in the end, i hope i did your idea some justice and you (and everyone else) enjoyed !!

wearing someone else’s jacket

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characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, ace, law, kidd, crocodile x reader summary: the guys reaction to you wearing someone else's jacket CW: fluff, cursing, slight violence

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had this one sitting in my drafts for a hot minute. I just couldn't figure out usopp's part but it's all good lol.

i have a few ideas but i don't know which to tackle first, so i guess i'll do another poll since that helped me last time.

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed!!

getting off to your nudes

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character: zoro x f! reader summary: after accidentally receiving your nudes, zoro can’t help but use it to get off CW: cursing, masturbation, smut, smau + story

[college au]

despite having the answers now, zoro still couldn’t finish his assignment, and it was all thanks to that video you sent. he could’ve just ignored it and pretended that his friend’s nudes weren’t just hanging in their inbox, but he couldn’t. his curiosity was already piqued, so with little hesitation, he pressed play. filling his once quiet room with the sounds of your sultry voice.

the sight of your naked form made his cock twitch, and the guilt of watching something so intimate sent a thrill through him. you looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, and his mind raced with thoughts he never knew he had about his best friend.

he watched as you propped yourself against your headboard before spreading your legs, giving him a clear view of your glistening cunt. “fuck she’s so wet,” he groaned, eyes never leaving the screen as your hand glided over your skin like a whispered secret.

your eyes were glazed over with desire, and zoro could see longing in them. the way your breasts bounced as you played with your hardened nipples made his mouth water. he felt like he was invading your privacy, but his body was demanding more. his hand found its way to his cock, stroking it gently as he watched your fingers slip into your wet pussy.

“i wish it were you touching me like. i just know your rough and thick hands would feel so good inside me," you moaned, the sound of your voice sending waves of lust through him. as if you knew he was watching like you were putting on a show just for him. the sight of your hand moving in and out of yourself was too much to bear.

his strokes grew more frantic, matching the rhythm of your fingers. he could almost feel the warmth of your mouth around him, the way your tongue would flick against the sensitive skin. your back arched as you began to pick up the pace. your cheeks were flushed, your breaths coming in short gasps.

“i wish you were here, zoro,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. zoro's eyes widened as he heard his name. was this really meant for him? the thought made him even harder. he stroked himself faster, his hand tightening around his cock as he watched you play with yourself.

the room grew warmer, the air thick with lust. he could almost smell the scent of your arousal, sweet and tantalizing. his eyes never left the screen, drinking in every detail. the way your wetness glistened in the soft light, the way your pussy tightened around your fingers. he imagined it was his cock filling you up, feeling your walls clench around him as you reached the peak of your pleasure.

“fuck," he grunted, his hand moving in time with yours, the friction building, the pressure mounting. his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a battle between friendship and desire. but in that moment, his body won. the pleasure was too intense to ignore. he watched, entranced, as your orgasm approached, the muscles in your stomach tightening, your toes curling.

your eyes fluttered closed, and a guttural moan tore from your throat. “zoro," you breathed, and it was like a spell had been cast. his hand sped up, his thumb pressing against the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock. his breathing grew ragged, matching yours. he was so close.

on the screen, your back bowed off the bed, and a shudder ran through your body as you came. your hand was a blur between your legs, and your cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls. zoro's strokes grew erratic as he watched you, the intensity of your orgasm mirrored in his own. his hips jerked forward, and with a roar, he came, painting the screen of his laptop with ropes of hot cum.

the room grew silent once again, save for the sound of his heavy breathing. zoro sat there, panting, his heart hammering in his chest. he had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire. the guilt began to creep back in, but it was quickly drowned by the euphoria of the moment. he stared at the mess on his laptop, a mix of lust and confusion swirling in his eyes.

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zoro won the poll, but i didn’t think that the original draft that i had really didn't match his character so i made an alternative version.

a smut filled version lol

minor disclaimer tho: i don't usually write full-blown smut, especially from a man's perspective, so if i made some mistakes please just ignore it (😝)

also, i didn't realize until after that i made the smau part in reader's pov instead of zoro's like a dummy but at least it still works lol.

anywho, i hope you guys enjoyed!!

after they get a haircut

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characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, ace, law, kid, and crocodile summary: your reaction to the guys getting a haircut (established relationship) CW: mainly fluff, slightly suggestive

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i wasn’t sure how to word the title or summary but i hope you guys got the point lol

also thank you to those who sent some ideas !! my schedule is pretty packed for longer hc but i’ll try to get them out for y’all <33

thanks again for reading hope you guys enjoyed :)

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jealous of your boy bestie

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characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, ace, law, kid, and crocodile summary: the guy's reaction to you "ditching" them for your boy bestie CW: mainly fluff, cursing, not proofread

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i have a long weekend so I have a couple ideas i want to work on so if you sent a request ill get to it soon !!

[minor self insert here with the crocheting]

i still struggle with coming up with titles T~T why are they so difficult anyways hope you guys enjoyed!!

also, i've made a masterlist so feel free to check that out :)