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“imma nick ya’ name and keep you right here”

↦ captain buggy’s nicknames for his s/o

↦ don’t mind me just needed to get my thoughts out ☺️

↦ ‘x reader’ format; i’m 20 episodes into the anime after bingeing the live action, so likely ooc! ib @usopps-devotee

LIVE ACTION! flirty, with exaggerated confidence and a slightly mocking tone. knows what he likes and wants to know what you like. pays careful attention to how you react with each new endearment. did you squirm? fluster? brush it off? loves to catch you off guard by adding ‘my’ to a new moniker, no matter whether you stutter or raise an unamused brow. all bark, no bite – often opting for dirtier, degrading names that aren’t necessarily reflective of his role in the bedroom. never with intent to hurt you, just thrilled to earn your attention. he wants – no – needs anyone and everyone listening to know you’re his.

casually, followed by a wink and smug grin: sweets, sweet/pretty thing, toots, gorgeous, doll, babydoll/babyboy

sarcastically, accompanied by a (playful) sneer: darling dearest, honey, baby, sexy, little circus freak, freakshow

affectionately, often in private with ‘my’ attached: dear, love, showstopper

ANIME! hesitant, wants to show you off to the world but worried he’ll drive you away. thus, tends to stay away from anything with strong sexual undertones. finds it hard to slip them into casual conversation. more often than not, he’s straining as he squawks the endearment while parroting orders at his crew. puffs his chest but avoids eye contact when he tries a new label, eyes glancing about before sneaking a peak at you as soon as your attention falls elsewhere. if he can’t say it directly to your face, he’ll loudly bring it up in his conversations with others, opting to add ‘our’ instead of ‘my’ to hide his embarrassment.

awkwardly, with false bravado as he tries to laugh it off: showrunner, jester, star, main attraction, spotlight stealer, our favorite (magician/acrobat/silkster/etc)

softly, whispered into your skin as he hides his blush: darling, my love, spectacle, treasure, mine

luxury — azealia banks

Bro when I tell you guys this man is so fine 😩

I haven't even seen one piece but for him I would

Not to mention I hardly even like clowns but he is changing my mind on that ngl

Give me a chance please!!!

I promise I'll be a good enough gf for you pookie

Forget jack champion I want him 💀

You guys know where I am going with this right?...

What if I start to write smau about him??

I should! But I shouldn't since I know nothing about him or how he acts oh but I should 😫

There is hardly any fic about him 😰 so why not

You guys seem upset about my post for buggy when I said "forget jack champion" I didn't mean that I was going to stop writing for him

Obviously I'm going to still write for him I'm not going to leave the smau hanging like that

Plus I don't even know if I am going to be writing for buggy like I said I haven't seen the anime yet or what's it about

I will still be continuing the smau for jack since I have a lot of ideas for him

And the other chapters as well besides I could do both write for jack and buggy

that was a good read

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you.

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader

Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.

Buggy

"You two get your asses down now!" You yelled, trying to stop the two blue haired boys from destroying the restaurant further. Your two identical twins sons where only 11 years old but they were trouble- Double Trouble as everyone called them. Benny and Danny, who had given themselves the Nicknames of Bee and Dee- cause of course they did.

It wasnt just their dramatic tendencies, destructive nature or lack of volume control that made them silkar to a know pirate but also their appearance Who was non other then- Buggy the Clown. While they did lack the trademarked rounded red nose. They did get almost everything else- Long nlue locks, watercolor eyes and that crooked smile of theirs- it really wasn't fair how your genes didn't even have a chance-

It hasn't exactly been your best of moments when you conceived your children- Having been a performer on the famous pirate ship you ended up sleeping with your Captian one night on his Silly Throne. A few weeks later you started to feel unwell and realized you had been pregnant. In a moment of panic you fled the ship the next time it docked- Running from your Crew and Captian to never be seen again.

Once realizing you were on your own. You did what you could to make a living- opening a flashy little restaurant and using it to raise your two trouble makers. Dee running past you with a giggle snapped you from your thoughts, frowning as you set down your customers order infront of them before following the boy.

"Mom Mom! Look!" Bee yelled as he stood on one of the tables pointing out the window of the restaurant at the open ocean, Dee taking his place next to his twin. You walked closer to see what your son was looking at, the fog being thick that night as you tried to focus on what he was seeing.

Squinting your eyes you finally saw it- a Ship. As your eyes focused you saw the Jolly Roger and gasped, Ice feeling like it ran through your vain. You grabbed the boys quickly and backed away from the window. As if on cue the alarms set to alert that pirates had arrived. The sounds of canons hitting the town soon peirced through the alarms and the whole town erupted in chaos. You rush from the windows to the back of your restaurant.

Rushing down the stairs you knew Buggy and the crew would level the town to ashes. The best place to hid being the cellar, while it was small it would hopefully keep you and your boys safe. "Mom what's happening!?" Dee cried as he did his best to keep up with your fast pace. You didn't bother responding as you rushed to the old underground cellar lifting the rug and opened its little door.

"Mom I don't want to go down there!" Bee cried as you lowered him in the cellar first, Dee following soon after as you tried to sooth them.

"I know I know my loves, But do as I say- Stay quiet and-"

You paused as you heard the sound of crashing from out in the dining room followed by screams. Quickly you climbed in with your boys and lowered the wooden door of the cellar above you and frantically tried to place the rug so it fell onto it before plunging you and your sons in darkness.

You sat there shaking, holding your boys close to your chest as you heard the sound of someone walking towards you. Your hands shaking as you held them closer, feeling the moisture of your sons tears soaking into your dress.

You heard the sound of footsteps starting to search the room above you. Previously looking for valuables or anything interesting-

"Captian! I found the liquor!" The voice above you called out, Clearly grabbing the cases of rum that sat in the room above. Heavier footsteps followed into the room, hearing the cackle that made your skin stand up on end.

"Grab it all and whatever people you can find! We have a show tonight afterall!" You heard Buggy voice sound. The crew mate clearly rushing out with the cases while Buggy remained. You heard him turn through the room, ready to leave before his heavy steps landed on the cellar door above you it's old wood groaning at the weight. Your eyes widened as you realized you'd been caught, Without time to react the door was ripped open and you couldn't help but release a scream.

Buggy- In his hands you see his signature blades as he grinned down in the cellar. Reaching down and grabbing you by the hair and yanking you out-

"A new audience memeber!- wait" He raised an eyebrow as he held you up higher by your hair and looked over your crying face. His eyes looking over your face. "I know you... (Y/N)?" He asked questionably before his eyes shot to see a flash of blue dart at him and kick him as another one came to try and pull you from his grasp.

"Let her go!" "LEAVE OUR MAMA ALONE!" Your boys desperately screamed as they weakly tried to attack the man holding you. Buggy dropping you quickly as he stared down at the three of you, You quickly pulling the boys away from him and behind you.

A awkward silence following this as Buggy released a shaky breath before laughing loudly. A insane laugh that had him doubled over, before looking at you again with crazed eyes. A few crew members coming into the room after hearing their Captian laugh, especially at the sight of you, their former crewmate and two boys that looked like their Captian.

"Freaks, Take these three and lock them in my personal Quarters. We got a family reunion!"

Shanks

"Mommy I have Missy Luc-ia ready!" You heard your daughter call out. Setting out the freshly frosted cupcake, onto the countertop, that she was just barely taller then. Smiling down at the bright face before you- She may be only 4 but she was the sweetest girl.

"Thank you Vivian. Can you grab the order list for Mommy?" You ask, getting an exaggerated nod and running off. Her mess of bright red hair bouncing with each step. A little clone of her dad, The famed Shanks 'Red Hair' a former fling of yours.

It had been a nice little relationship you two shared, him coming by every other week to meet with you when his ship restocked. Buying random pastries you knew he bought to get close to you, always complimenting your Baking skills and sweetness. Which ended up to many passionate nights both in your own bed and on Shanks ship. The last time you met, Shanks told you he had to go for a while and didn't know if he's return. Tears shed as you watched him set sail- having the feeling you'd never see him again.

As if the gods had sympathy for you or wanted to use you as a cruel joke you fell pregnant. Giving birth to your daughter who ended up being a Shanks part 2. A giggly and happy baby with unique red hair, while she was a perfect mix of the two of you in terms of face she inherited Shank's smile, hair and eye shape.

As you packed the poorly frosted cupcake that your daughter had made. Ignoring the fingerprints in its frosting- you hit it in the back of the fridge you'd never tell her you couldn't sell it since she had eaten part of her work and replaced it with the true finishes product to be delivered.

As you finished your packing you heard the bell of your bakery door chime.

"Welcome to the Sweet treats bakery, how can I help yo-" the words froze to your lips as you saw Shanks. Eyes wide at seeing him again, it was clear he had delt with some serious wear and tear by how the world seemed to settle on his shoulders a bit more.

"(Y/N) long time no see" He said softly as he stared at you, mentally still trying to process what you were seeing. He stepped forward, Looking ready to explain himself away before the sound of tiny footsteps drew him in- Seeing the little girl holding a notepad with all your orders and running to you. Out of muscle memory you scooped your daughter and placed her on your hip, she smiled at you and held the order book out to you again which you gingerly took.

"Here you go Mommy!" She chimed, Looking at you as she noted your shocked face. Her gaze following the now shocked man, He looked like a breeze could knock him down as he stared at her then you then her again.

"Shes mine isn't she?" Shanks asked, his eyes never leaving the little girl on your hip. Vivian looking at Shank's then you confused at what was taking place. Before you could respond however it seemed Shank's answered his own question. Laughing loudly in utter joy and jumping forward towards you, scaling the countertop like it wasn't even there and crashed his lips against yours happily.

"Ha! I'm a Dad!!" He cheered, Taking his one arm around you and starting to spin you and Vivian who at first was scared. But hearing the giggles from the man started to as well- the two even laughed the same which made the Red Haired man even happier.

"Y-Yes Shanks. She is yours...This is Vivian" You said softly, watching Shanks lean in close to view his daughter. It was like he had found the most amazing treasure in the world and it shone in his eyes.

"Vivian, Such a beautiful name for the most beautiful girl in the world" He said in awe, earning a shy smile from Vivian.

"Vi, This is... this is your Daddy" You say softly, watching Vivian look up at you then back at Shanks. Hesitant at first before holding out her arms tk him, taking the opportunity he scooped her up in his single arm and held her close. Tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at her delicate face, her chubby little fingers touching his face and looking over him.

"You're my Daddy?" She asked innocently. A smile breaking over Shanks face as he nodded and held her close, tears pouring down his face.

"That's right baby girl- I'm your Daddy"

Mihawk

It had been 16 long years since you had laid eyes on Mihawk- a simple one night stand that had long consequences that followed. Your son, your beautiful baby boy who you named Alucare.

It had been at a bar, the two of you drinking and simply talking. Before one thing lead to another in the alleyway next to the bar- You truthfully cringed at the thought of how embarrassing it was to be undone by a few nice words, a charming warlord and some drinks.

"Mother, which one did you want?" Your son asked, snapping you from your thoughts pointing to the fishmongers selection, his emotionless face like a carbon copy of his father's.

Truthfully he looked too much like his damn father- same yellow eyes, black hair, very tall form, stoic face the only thing missing was the facial hair Which you thanked The Gods for since you didn't think you could stare at your one night stands face forever. Alucare did have some differences, he had your nose as well as kept his hair longer. The thick spicy locks hitting the center of his back which you helped him care for. But truthfully that was really it-

You also knew that other people would star long at your boy, a few times Marines having come up to see your son when he was walking to school or going to the market. He knew who his father was, having Marines who had seen him in battle tell him as much. However he never seemed to care, just giving them a frosty look that made them back away before leaving. Whenever you'd brought up the topic of His father he often would sit quietly for a few moments before saying he wasn't interested in such a conversation which you respected.

"Hmm, that one is fresher-" You say sweetly as your boy grabs the fish and plops it in the basket, Handing the merchant the berries.

Always the gentleman he would take your arm in his as the two of you walked. He would hold the heavier baskets and give you only bread or a small bag of fruit. He was too kind as a child, you felt bad at times at how his eyes seemed to know the struggles you had faced when he was born and tried to help you out now that he was older besides your persistence.

"Alucare, I heard from your teachers yoh got very high marks again. Do you want to celebrate? Maybe a nice dinner is in order? Or-"

"It's just a test Mother. No need for so much trouble" He said softly, giving a hint of a smile at his words. You chuckled at him and shook your head. Stubborn too.

You felt your son stop midstep- Glancing up at him as his face turned to stone before your eyes.

"Honey?" You call to him, before following his gaze at what had caught his attention. Across the market a dark figure stood, You immediately felt your heart drop to your stomach as you knew instantly who it was- Mihawk standing there with the same stoic expression as Alucare but his eyes seemed to be a bit wider. Most likely the closest to shock that could come over his face-

You tugged slightly to turn back, not wanting to create a accidental scene but your son clearly had other plans. Instead starting to walk again, His arm still holding yours as he kept his gaze at Mihawk. You expected Alucare to stop infront of Mihawk- a blowup or something but. No.

Alucare just walked past Mihawk- Like he wasn't even there. His face staying forward as no words passed. As you continued to walk you turned to look behind you where you saw Mihawk, he seemed to stagger on his feet like someone had finally peirced him with a blade.. but it seemed to be a invisible one to his heart.

stay still pairing: opla!buggy the clown x fem!bsf!fwb!reader genre: drabble, fluff, best friends with benefits au warnings: cursing, implications of sexy times, boobies, subtle buggy pining(but not rlly subtle), buggy is a simp word count: 323

“can’t you stay still for one second?!”

“i would if you weren’t seconds away from poking my fucking eye out!”

per usual it was noisy in the captain’s quarters, but not the noise that would usually be heard.

y/n, buggy’s best friend(and possibly with benefits), had asked her lovely captain if she could do his make-up for this performance and he made the regretful mistake of saying yes.

“i’m not even near your eye, bugs! i’m putting on your lipstick!” y/n annoyedly yelled, gripping his chin tighter so he would stop pulling away.

the blue-haired clown only rolled his eyes, staying still for the first time in nine minutes.

he crossed his arms and stared up at her, admiring her features, studying her eyes, her lips, how her nose would scrunch as she focused on applying his lipstick just right. buggy’s eyes wandered down towards her tits that were right in his face, ‘cause how could he not? it was right there!

“aaaand, done!” the girl announced, excitedly jumping up. buggy, half disappointed he couldn’t see them anymore and half relieved that the experience was over, stood up and stretched.

y/n spun him around to the mirror, “well? what do you think?” buggy didn't even look at himself, he could only focus on how excited she was.

the man slowly smiled, “i love yo- it! i love it!” he quickly corrected himself, finally looking at himself in the mirror. the make-up wasn’t actually that different from his usual look. 

“is it just me or is this the exact same look as all my other looks?” buggy’s question has a frown forming on y/n’s lips. “well, yeah. i wasn’t gon’na change your signature look. it’s too perfect.” she then beamed at him, “i wouldn’t change a thing about you.” at that moment, he felt like he could stay still forever as long as he had her to stare at.

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sanji(one piece live action) plain sight genre: la!sanji x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: assault, violence, mutual pining, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as if being best friends and in love with a blonde-haired, charming chef wasn't hectic enough, now she had to embark on a journey with him and a crew to find the treasure called one piece. hopefully along this journey, a few drunken confessions and longing gazes will make all this effort worth it. buggy the clown(one piece live action) stay still genre: opla!buggy the clown x fem!bsf!fwb!reader. drabble, fluff, best friends with benefits au. warnings: cursing, implications of sexy times, boobies, buggy being buggy synopsis: buggy's best friend with benefits does his make-up. more coming soon!

CLOWN THRONE & BALLOONS | LA!Buggy x fem!reader

Summary; You like kneeling for Buggy while he’s on his silly chair.

Warnings; Descriptions of Buggy being hot on said chair, fucking Buggy on said chair; Oral (m receiving), p in’ v, fem terms, you ride until you die.

LIVE ACTION ONE PIECE SPOILERS

A/N; FanFic writers please hurry on this I need this man carnally. Gotta smash the clown fear out of me. Also I’m not a fanfic writer but we need someone to jumpstart it, so if this isn’t up to your standard: my bad, I’ve never written and published before especially NSFW.

p.s: If it gets out that the actor doesn’t like his portrayal to be used in this type of way, I’ll be deleting this out of respect. Until then, Enjoy.

Masc!reader here! <- not made yet.

Under a harsh spot light that only lights a tiny portion of the carnival tent, you’re knelt in front of your captain. Right in-between his legs, with your head resting dangerously on his thigh, staring up at him.

Buggy had laughed Cabaji out of the tent when he had reported back from Shells town all before you came in.

He’s ‘relaxed’ on the wooden carnival chair, his hat hanging from ontop of the back bar of the seat, with one of his legs propped up on the arm rest and foot swinging lazily really helps encourage the imagination.

his brows crease his paint, shoulders are tense as he giggles at his speech.

Recounting the way Cabaji spoke of someone—and not him—had taken the Grand Line chart, you almost feel sorry for Cabaji.

The way Buggy speaks of this sounds as if he finds this amusing, you’re sure apart of him does but you can tell that he’s all but relaxed.

Buggy’s pride is flashy tales of himself, finding pure enjoyment from his endeavors so he can showcase them to the world. So, when some nobody ‘pirates’ haphazardly steal a map he planned to steal himself? He laughs.

But it seems all too forced.

"Captain?.." You ask.

He still wears his white and red striped bandanna however it does work as intended since you can still see fray blue hairs that linger around his face.

You wonder, if you asked, could he put his blue hair into a ponytail. But you shake that thought away.

Buggy grumbles in thought, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, minding his own clown paint. You frown at the sight of him and gently stroke his thighs in an attempt to soothe him. 

“What will we do?” His eyes snap down at you, sending a thrilling chill down your spine. He giggled, almost too giddy for this situation.

He hums while cocking his head down at you and grinning mockingly. He sits upright, putting his leg down with a loud thud, trapping you in-between him, and making your breath hitch.

“The map is mine.” He states tucking a fray hair behind you ear casing you to try and lean into his hand.

However, he snaps his gloved hand to your chin, pulling your face and bringing you closer to him. The wood floor creaks, your knees are a little chafed from kneeling for to long, but you pay no mind- too focused on Buggy and how his face is ever so close to yours. Your noses almost touching.

“And I’m gonna get it back.” He brushes his thumb over your lip, smudging your own clown makeup to the side, making you nod up and down at his own words. “No matter who I have to kill.” He lets you go, pulling back against the chair again, you let out a breathy sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.

You can tell that he’s stressed, that he’s angry since he spent months planning only for it to be for nothing.

A light bulb lights above your head.

Looking around the tent, you and your captain are the only people present as the other ‘freaks’ of your crew must be perfecting their ‘performance’ or taking care of the ‘audience’.

You muster the guts to carry on rubbing his thighs while gradually moving your hands upward along him.

You again place your head on his thigh while feigning innocence. You feel up the striped tunic and then tug at the hem of his pants. He swiftly grips your wrist and causes your breath to catch.

“What are you doing?” He eyes you.

“I..want to make you happy,” You continue, trying you best to not show how worried you actually are, worried that you step a bit too close to danger with your intentions.

He bends forward and looks at you in the eye. His stare makes you even more nervous, aren’t able to determine if he is angered by what you are doing from the stoic way he stares.

You’re about to apologize but to your surprise he presses a kiss to your wrist almost too affectionate.

He lets go of your hand and grabs the back of your head, pulling you into one kiss. You let out a moan, heat rising up to your face both in shock and rosemary colored-lust. He pauses to look at your face, his hand entangled into your hair with a vice grip.

“You want to take care of your captain?”

He asks tightening the grip in your hair making you bite back another moan, but you nod on your own this time.

He leans back casually, chuckling at the sight you. His red paint had smeared over your mouth, you must look stupid, pathetic even: You’re knelt in front of him hair ruffled and face paint mucky but he finds humor in your messy appearance.

“Show me,” Buggy purrs with a wave of his hand for you to continue, a lustful glint in his eye, you nod.

You’re now set on a mission, and that mission is to give your jolly captain the most mind numbing head. And maybe more if you’re lucky

With his own consent you continue with new found courage, you unlace his tan trousers as he spreads his legs for you, giving you more room.

Your heart pounds against your chest.

You want to please your captain.

You glide you hand down and graze his crotch, a prominent bulge in his pants all while he watches, hissing at your touch.

Finally you pull his pants and underwear down to his mid thigh, his cock throbs against his abdomen.

Buggy, who still a hand in your hair, tugs you closer, nervously you take is heavy cock into your hand, and give an experimental stroke.

With a flat tongue you follow a long vein, giving a lengthy lick from the underside of his shaft to the pink-ish tip, his chest his heavy as he breathes, trying not roll his head back and keep his eyes on you.

He wants to watch you do this.

“Such a good girl..”

Needing more praise from your flashy clown captain you continue.

Your mouth is on the mushroom tip as you suck down, taking him halfway to not trigger a gag reflex.

You clench you thighs together at the groan he makes desperate for any friction, you bob your head on his cock while giving rough strokes on the part you can’t fully take.

However, Buggy forcibly pulls your head down on him making you grab his thighs and gag slightly, he waits only a moment for you to recover, your nose buried into his bunched tunic.

You give him a light tap and he has you moving your head again along his cock again, you slowly learn to breath out your nose and hollow your cheeks as you take him.

You’ll most likely have a sore throat after this.

Your eyes tear up a bit as you take him, his dick hits the back of your throat rhythmically and ruthlessly. Letting you moan around him, and making him buck his hips at the sensation.

“Fuck . . . you’re doing so well,”

Fuck, you want him to talk more, you’re positive that your nails have dug into him as you feel a shock of arousal pulse through your cunt.

You need a relief, and Buggy notices that.

He pulls your head off him, a long string of saliva from your mouth to his dick. He pulls you up by the collar of your shirt to make you hover in his lap. Your knees now on either side of him.

He wastes no time though, a hand under your skirt and a long drag of his fingers from your cunt to you clit over your panties.

You instinctively cry out, but Buggy is quickly on you, drowning out your moan. The kiss is sloppy, but you and he don’t mind.

“You’ll need to be quiet, you don’t want someone of the crew to get curious about the beautiful noise coming from here.” All you can do is nod, and try to not make much noise by biting you lip.

He’s experienced but rough with the circles he rubs on your clothed clit. He pulls your panties to the side-but frustratingly rips them and throws them to the side-, and checks how slick you are with another long stripe.

You’re unsurprisingly ready without much touching from his end which he smirks at, he places his gloved hands-that have damp finger tips- on the divot of your hips.

You place your own hands on his shoulders the fur of his coat nestled between your fingers as you grip it.

You slowly lower yourself on to his cock, the pink leaky tip at the entrance of your cunt, you can feel it already throbbing.

Your about to fully go down but Buggy beats you to it, a bit impatient he bucks his hips up into you. Your legs around his thighs tense and shake at the sudden intrusion, keeping his words in mind you bite your lip, and you bite hard.

He groans at how tight and warm you are.

He begins to bounce you up down, and once you follow the rhythm you’re both panting and groaning, hard to stop yourself from doing so when takes the opportunity too explore your body.

His gloved hands tail all over your figure, teasing your chest through your shirt.

You take the time as well, to gaze at him, every part of him and then, you decide that; you want to bite his neck.

And you do.

He’s caught by surprise when you pull his ascot to bite and suck on his neck, so much so that he gives you a whiny moan when you do so.

At the noise you feel your walls clench around him, making him hiss and buck his hips up into your sopping pussy.

Determined too have his dick mold your cunt in his shape you start to move faster and deeper, still leaving purple and red marks along his neck -and clown paint, at least you aren’t the only one who looks stupid now.

You can feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, a tight coil forms ready to snap at one extreme movement.

Buggy’s also close having the same overwhelming feeling.

He enjoys having you rubbed up against him, your teeth biting at his neck trying so hard to keep your mewls down but they’re right in his ear.

Throughout this he wasn’t ever suspecting too have you at his feet licking stripes on his dick nor have your slick tight pussy bouncing on him and dirtying his clothes, and too be fair he’s quite enjoying himself.

He’s a goner once he hears the next moan.

“Buggy. . .”

Fuck, your whine did something.

However he doesn’t want too cum before you do, so he holds back for just a bit so he can tail his hand in between the both of you too map tight circles on your clit.

Now your body trembles as the coil in your stomach snaps in half, your walls clench around himz

He finally lets himself roll his head back, muttered intangible swears, riding his hips up into you, his whole body tenses.

His cum jerks into your spasming pussy, you whine at the feeling too dazed to worry about any repercussions of this.

He rocks your hips along his, riding out the final moments of your orgasm before slumping back on the chair.

Both of you are breathing heavily, but you find that your ‘mission’ was a outstanding success as you see a genuinely but hazy grin from your now completely relaxed captain.

Maybe those nobodies stealing the map wasn’t so bad.

buggy x fem!reader — MDNI — sub!bugs, so self indulgent had to do this for my health.

Your thumb softly brushes against his bottom lip as the quiet string of shh’s fall from yours. He chokes on the whines now stuck at the back of his throat, hands gripping at your thighs softly as you still your hips over his; the sounds of your laboured breathing reaching his ears forces a soft whimper from him. Seconds pass and he’s eager to feel the drag of his cock inside you again.

Covering his mouth with the palm of your hand, you shush him again. Keeping quiet yourself was hard; he was almost impossible. The smallest of touches had him yearning for more even in the most innocent of situations. Buggy simply got worse when the tip of your fingers insinuated something more.

His eyebrows furrow as he frowns, his grip on you allowing him to keep you still as he thrusts up into you. The moan that falls from you blesses his ears, your lips are too close; he can feel your breath against his skin. His hips stutter and he squeezes at your thighs one more time. He’s desperate for more, wanting to have you use his body until the two of you are nothing more than messes in each other's arms and, as you finally start to move your hips again, he’s granted his silent wish and more.

Lips on his until the red is smudged and smeared. transferring to yours, it’s messy—most nights you end up littered in patches of paint as he kisses and bites at any part of you he can reach—but you like it that way. You like every single piece of evidence of your frequent escapades, you’ll wipe them away when you’re done leaving one or two ‘accidentally’ just to see the embarrassment that crosses Buggy’s face when someone points it out.

He’s quickly and quietly ushering you to remove every last bit of him from your body. Not that it mattered, he’s sure to be below you once more later that night. Fresh paint adorning your skin and the sweet sounds of your captain muffled by your hand—his crew unaware of his quickly he could be turned into putty under your touch. For now.

some skincare for the silly clown man while he's stuck on luffy's ship 🖤

based on some work doodles

work doodle of the beloved meowgy the clown~

my coworker is judging me and its worse bc he actually knows one piece

with my buggy cosplay incoming.. imma be filming some fun scenes so if anyone has anything they think would be funny/hot/generally buggycoded i can film it- lmk >;3

something silly i drew. just to be silly.

doing some self insert ship art. as a treat

more. because im mentally ill.

doing some self insert ship art. as a treat

Numbers Game ~ Part 5

Numbers Game Masterlist

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1950

Ao3 Link

Summary: You're feeling overwhelmed. So overwhelmed. Mihawk and Crocodile make you an offer you can't refuse.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Alcohol, Swearing, Angst, Smut, Established Relationship, Eventual Smut, Discussion of Sex, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Guilt, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Reader is at her limit

A/N: I am unwell

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“Let’s take this inside,” Mihawk commanded, setting his empty glass on the little round table. 

He stood, pressing close enough beside you to make you dizzy with his heady cologne. He held out those long fingers, and you managed to take them without getting frozen under his gaze. 

He lifted you easily, even wrapped up in Crocodile’s fur coat, like some heavy, decadent blanket. 

Thankfully the coat covered your thighs, keeping you from rubbing skin against warm skin as he carried you with his chest bared. 

He followed Crocodile through the hallway, the steady beat of their steps blending nicely with the sway you felt in the swordsman’s arms. 

“Hmm, are you feeling tired, pet? Are we working you too hard?”

Jerking in his arms, you cringed as you realized what you’d done. 

You had let your head fall gently as he carried you, resting in the crook of his neck. 

His satisfied laughter vibrated around you, clawing into you.

You’d done everything you could to maintain what tiny bit of distance they allowed you. 

But you were so warm. And he smelled so good. 

He leaned over you as you neared the door, stopping as he breathed down against your temple.

“Maybe you should stop keeping yourself up so late.”

His evil whisper sent blood rushing to your face, and pulsing down to your core, and you couldn’t keep your body from clenching in his arms.

Why is he doing this to me?

“Give her here.”

“We’re almost inside.”

“I don’t care.”

You had your eyes closed as Mihawk sighed, handing you over to Crocodile before heading into the lounge.

At least that’s what you’d decided to call that stupid room.

The scarred man held you, waiting outside the door until you finally opened your eyes and looked up at him. 

You couldn’t imagine him ever looking anything but frightening. His features were so harsh. His temper was hard for you to understand. He hadn’t seemed to care at all when he was threatening your life.

But you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you angered him. 

He smells good too.

You clamped your eyes shut again in frustration, until his rough voice wrapped around you.

“Miss Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

You choked, gaping up at him. 

“I–I…”

“Come, Crocodile. Let’s get our pet another glass of wine, and let her see the surprise.”

Crocodile let out a sigh, his warm breath on the top of your head as you kept yourself rigid. 

I don’t want to be weak.

The thought itself felt pathetic, but you were too overwhelmed to deal with it right now. You kept your eyes closed, deciding to judge yourself later.

He sat you down, and you could feel your golden eyed torturer beside you. 

Crocodile let you keep the coat underneath you, but ran his large hand over your calves and the tops of your feet as he set you down. 

Mihawk hummed, somehow making that tiny sound seem judgemental. 

“Take it.”

You opened your eyes just enough to see your lap, and Mihawk’s nimble fingers offering you a glass of wine. 

You took it, letting out a heavy breath as you took a sip, deciding you wanted to keep your eyes closed forever. 

Crocodile settled on your other side, stretching his arm across the back of the couch. 

His arm around your shoulder made you sit straight up, your eyes finally opening, and you jolted. 

“Bu–”

You cut yourself off this time, swallowing his name. But you had fallen forward in your seat, the wine sloshing in your glass. 

Mihawk grabbed it instantly, as if spilling a single drop would be a crime. 

Crocodile’s hand touched your shoulder gently, but firmly, pushing you back into the couch. 

Buggy.

He was right there. Sitting in an actual chair instead of slumped against the wall. 

The chair matched the couch, and he was close enough to prop his feet on the coffee table. 

He was so close. 

His crystal blue eyes searched yours, his face still covered in various shades of bruising, and faded paint. 

But he was up. He wasn’t covered in blood. He even gave you a small, albeit strained smile. 

“Our figurehead has earned the privilege of walking around and pretending to be important again,” Mihawk drawled, swirling your wine as he still held your glass.

“For now,” Crocodile huffed, his thumb rubbing along the back of your neck. 

Buggy’s eyes flicked down to that large hand on your body, before shaking himself and putting on a smile. 

“Come on, Crocodile! I work for you now, remember? Whatever you need, baby!”

Mihawk handed you the glass again, fingers grazing against yours too long, while Crocodile squeezed your shoulder gently.

Buggy seemed to look everywhere but you now. 

“You’re gonna stay in line,” Crocodile growled, leaning forward, gesturing at Buggy with his hook.

“And you’re not gonna try to leave or call for help, or pull any more of your bullshit.”

Crocodile’s voice only got darker, rage in his words that made you hold your breath. 

“Of c-course! Whatever you say, boss!”

Mihawk scoffed, then you felt his gaze shift to you. You met those amber eyes, and he touched your chin.

He spoke to Buggy, but kept his eyes, and his fingers, on you.

“Miss Y/N is one of our most valuable assets. We are allowing her to use her talents instead of wasting them as you did.”

You didn’t dare take your eyes off of Mihawk to look at Buggy. 

Those fingers pressed into your jaw, just a bit, before he continued.

“Since she is so valuable, we are making it a priority to protect her. This means that no one may touch her without our permission.”

Crocodile ran his thumb over your neck again before cutting in. 

“We live in a dangerous world, numbers girl. Stick with us, and we’ll keep you safe, alright?”

“Alright,” you choked out, agreeing to their threat. 

“Good girl,” Mihawk purred, finally releasing you to turn your head. To look at Buggy. 

He kept a pained smile on his face, and it made you ache.

So many mistakes led us here.

“You do understand our meaning, don’t you,” Mihawk drawled.

“M-Meaning,” he stuttered, shifting wide eyes to the swordsman. 

Crocodile’s hook slammed on the coffee table, Mihawk sighing as he saved your glass of wine again.

“It means you don’t fucking touch her, clown.”

You couldn’t help the stinging tears now, but you wiped them away as fast as you could, your fingers shaking. 

“Please…” your voice was small, and you hadn’t meant to speak. 

“Don’t beg for him, sweetheart,” Crocodile’s voice came out almost soothing, as if there were any way you could feel comforted right now. 

“He got you into this mess. But I promise you,” he said softly, touching your cheek with the back of his cold hook to turn you toward him. “Just keep being good for us, and you’ll have it all, sweetheart.”

He smiled. He smiled at you. 

They’re crazy. I’m crazy.

The weight on the couch shifted behind you, until you felt Mihawk’s breath along the back of your neck. He traced his fingers along your arm as he left deep, raspy taunts in your ear. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, little rabbit? You wanted freedom from a boring life? Adventure? But you keep fighting it, don’t you? I wonder–”

“Give it a rest. You’re the one that keeps spooking her.”

You shivered between them, still wrapped up in their voices, under their light touches. 

Mihawk sat back, a low chuckle aimed at Crocodile this time. 

“Can’t you smell her? Our little rabbit is a little vixen, aren’t you?”

Smell me?

“You know, I thought the world’s greatest swordsman was supposed to be cool headed, intelligent. If I’d known you only think with your dick, I would have–”

Your breath hitched, eyes wide as you tried to stop existing. 

“You act as if you haven’t been taking liberties yourself, Sand Man. You know Miss Y/N has been aching for us to take her since we made her ours. Isn’t that right, pet?”

Mihawk pulled you gently so you were facing forward again. 

Facing Buggy. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for us,” he purred, stroking your hair out of your face. “I think you deserve to get what you’ve been craving.”

He shifted to look at Crocodile, tapping his fingers impatiently on your knee. 

“You did promise that we’d take care of our pet, hm?”

Crocodile shifted, letting out a deep breath before responding. 

“I did promise that.” 

His voice came out deep as he squeezed your shoulder again. 

“You say the word when you’re ready, sweet girl. We’ll make you feel so good.”

Your body was humming, their gentle fingers and dangerous promises making you soak through your panties. You’d probably made a mess on Crocodile’s coat.

Your eyes were fluttering as you tried to control yourself.

And there was Buggy. 

He was so close. He was watching their hands on you. He was watching you react like this, almost moaning, skin flushed as you felt dizzy from your need to say ‘yes.’

“Mm, there’s the trouble,” Mihawk mused, taking a sip of wine before taking and massaging your hand. 

“Our little rabbit is too sweet. Or too guilty. You don’t want to hurt this pathetic clown.”

You let out a tiny whimper, closing your eyes. 

“Is that it, sweetheart,” Crocodile asked, his voice smooth, drawing you in. “You know he treated you like crap. Almost got you killed because he’s a fucking idiot. You don’t owe him a thing.”

“Don’t let him,” Mihawk purred in your ear, like a devil on your shoulder. “Don’t let him hold you back from what you want. Don’t let him hold you back from pleasure.”

You were rocking slightly, focusing on your breathing. 

Focusing on not opening your legs, and begging them to fuck you. 

“It’s alright, sweet girl,” Crocodile comforted again. “You know we’ll–”

“If he wasn’t in the room would you say yes? Do you feel bad for him?”

You met Buggy’s gaze, saw the sweat dripping down his face, his fists clenched on his knees. 

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You felt electric, body on fire with need. 

I would. I would say yes. Fuck.

“Let’s fix that,” Mihawk cleared his throat, lazily gesturing with his hand as his elbow rested on the armrest. 

“Clown. You know that Miss Y/N is ours now. You know that she wants to be ours. If not tonight, then someday soon, she will let herself have what she craves. Do you know this?”

Buggy stopped looking at you, and you saw his lip twitch in a snarl. But he answered.

“Yes.”

Your stomach clenched, guilt rising again. Crocodile gave a low chuckle. 

“So, when that happens, because it will happen,” Mihawk promised. And you couldn’t argue. You couldn’t take anymore of this. You’d go insane.

“When that happens, would you rather shove your fingers in your ears as her screams echo through the halls?”

You held in a whimper, Mihawk’s voice making your head spin.

“Or would you rather sit and watch while we fuck her into oblivion?”

Finally crying out, your head fell back for a moment, the desperate ache in your core almost painful now.

Buggy closed his eyes, the silence lasting too long for the men on the couch. 

“Decide,” Crocodile growled, “or we’ll decide for you.”

Buggy’s voice came out low, too quiet to hear. 

“Speak up, clown,” Crocodile threatened again.

Buggy met your eyes, his mouth hanging open with his ragged breaths. 

“I’d rather watch.”

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Part 6

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Jessica Rabbit Effect pt. 4

So a lot of people have asked what if Crocodile & Mihawk found out about Buggys hot wife. So here we are!

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• Buggy would be dragging his feet and reluctant on letting you go.. Truthfully he wanted to keep you on his little island village were you could live in ignorance and bliss. (Cause he's possessive)

• However it seemed some things couldnt be helped-

• Especially after your kidnapping attempt. So he felt safer dragging you with him to the Cross Guild meeting-

• "I'm so nervous" You admit, stepping in land as he kept you close.

• "Don't be- You'll be fine. I promise nothing will happen" He stated confidently, you assuming because these men were his friends- (While Buggy ment he'd kill to make sure no one harmed you)

• Once inside you saw them- And you damn near were ready to run back to the ship..

• They looked so much scarier in person!

• Craning your head up to meet the two massive men- Your nerves now all over the place as they just seemed to stare down at you.

• Hard-

• Your hand instinctively squeezing Buggy for reassurance.

• "Croc, Hawk- This is my Wife (Y/N)" Buggy said calmly with a hint of irriation in his voice at having them meet you at all, keeping a secure hand on your waist as you smiled softly at the two infamous men, still a bit nervous.

• "It's lovely to meet you both"

• Sir Crocodile and Mihawk exchanged puzzled glances as they stood before Buggy's wife.

• Perplexed-

• This pretty women was Buggy's wife?- Sure they had both heard rumors that she was apparently attractive but they assumed this was just Buggy's dramatic words floating around.

• However you were actually gorgeous!?

• Crocodile muttered, "Lovely to meet you as well-" Migawk nodding in greeting to you.

• "I know its a bit short notice me coming here and all, vut I made you both some gifts as a gesture of kindness" You say so sweetly as you reach into your bag and pull out the nice gifts for both of them nicely wrapped in colored tissue paper. Mentally praying Buggy's information was correct.

• Both Guild Leaders took the gifts in question- Still assuming something about this was fishy as both slowly ripped the tissue paper to take a peak at what you'd made.

• You had made a beautiful silk orange gold puff tie for Sir Crocodile since Buggy kept saying he was wearing a 'scarf' as a tie (But you knew better that it's a Puff Tie and not a scarf)

• And for Sir Mihawk you made him a white ocean cotton button down with front frills, you didn't make it as dramatic as you typically made Buggys but it was a incredibly pretty and beautiful shirt that would be comforble to wear whenever.

• Both men stared at the gifts, like they were trying to figure out what sort of trickery this was.

• "You made these?" Mihawk questioned at first,

• "I'm a seamstress" You state calmly, a bit worried they wouldn't be interested. However smiled when Crocodile complemented your craft and the quality of the tie.

• Once inside the main meeting room, conversation flowed naturally, You chatting up both men so they could become familiar with you. Even telling them the story of how you and Buggy met all those years ago.

• "Are you wanted to married him?-" Crocodile mused, taking another drag of his cigar.

• "Of course! He's so sweet afterall" Buggy looked miffed by Crocodiles words and the fact you gushed so much-

• Mihawk was the most interested in you however, taking sips of wine as he looked over you calmly.

• "Would you reconsider your marriage for a more suitable option?-" He so bluntly asked which made you blink in total surprise.

• "HEY!" Buggy yelled, Wrapping a protective arm around you as he began to yell at Mihawk for daring to 'hit on' his lovely wife- His temper definitely getting the best of him.

• Buggy throwing a full on tantrum now as he pointed a finger at Mihawk and screamed at him. The yellow eyed man grabbing his sword in warning-

• You flushed in embrassment and patted Buggys arm gently to calm him down before he got chopped to bits. "No No- I'm very happy in my marriage and love my husband dearly. I wouldn't choose anyone else-"

• Buggy stopped his little tantrum and seemed to be soothed by your gentle hands and soft words.

• Both pirates respecting such a loyal trait and moving on from such conversations.

• Both Guild Leaders found you quite enjoyable- You had wonderful humor, great in terms of conversation and essentially made up for everything your husband lacked.

• Work did take place however, Buggy and the two men talking over strategies of wealth and gaining a greater sense of power between them all.

• They did however find it irritating they couldn't beat Buggy's ass like normal- Seeing how it would upset you and the man seemed to be practically glued to you.

• By the time for you and Buggy to retire, Maps, Plans and even money had been exchanged-

• As the meeting delved later. Food and Alcohol was served, which left you full and a bit tipsy. Leaning your head on Buggy's shoulder as you soon fell asleep against him.

• "(Y/N)? Buggy said softly, claiming his arm to properly secure you against him as he saw your sleeping form.

• "Seems it's time to go our separate ways" Migawk said calmly, having finished off 4 bottles of wine himself and not too far behind you in terms of sleep. Crocodile wiping his mouth of the crumbs with a napkin as he set his near finished cigar on a ash tray.

• "Yes.." Buggy said softly, scooping you up with care.

• "....Since my wife is asleep- I need to say this to you both"

• Buggy didn't look at the two of them just stroking your hair as you slept- "I will only speak this once... If you two hurt my wife or make her upset in any way- Death will be the kindest thing I can give to you"

• They had always know Buggy hid his true abilities and simply didn't take things seriously- But they saw you were his only button.

• His only weakness-

• No words were exchanged, but a silent agreement seemed to settle on the three men.

• You were off limits.

• Buggy carried you out of the meeting hall, taking you to his private quarters so you could rest properly. Already mentally mapping out changing you into your nice PJs-

• The two men left behind watching their peer leave with his prized wife. Crocodile muttered, "How did Buggy manage to snag such a pretty and sweet wife?"

• Mihawk, equally mystified nodding in agreement.

• "It's a mystery as profound as the Grand Line itself."

Extra!-

"I can't believe those dirty bastards got you to make them clothes!" Buggy yelled, stomping his foot dramatically as he watched you sew at a purple and gold vest which clearly would belong to Crocodile by the large size.

You sitting in your favorte chair, dressed in comforble clothes as you continued to work into the evening in the home you shared with your dramatic husband.

"I make all your clothes" Gesturing to his low riding pajama pants and socks he was currently sporting. He waved this off with a dramatic eye roll-

"That's different your my wife and I still pay for your time since it's important! and they shouldnt get it fre-"

"They are paying me Buggy Boo" You cut him off quickly, taking the winds from his sails as he stopped mid rant.

"Eh?" He said confused, not knowing what you were talking about. You reach into your vanity next to you and handed your husband the letter both men had slipped you when you'd first met them in the guikd hall.

"They have me a lump some for 5 peices of clothes for each of them. 2 pairs of trousers, 2 shirts and a special item for each. For Crocodile he wanted this vest Im working on- and for Mihawk to restore a coat he liked" You explained, Buggy raising a brow at this news as he opened the letter quickly and read over how much they offered for such peices.

....

"GAHH!-"

Buggy yelled as he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth at seeing the large number.

15,000,000 Beri for each man....

He couldn't complain-

Well not about the men paying you so handsomely but about having to become the grumpy delivery man for his wife once the clothes were finished.

When he went to the meeting handing his two peers the clothes they had specially bought from you in the nice boxes youd always packed everything in.

Both men quick to open them and look over their new purchased goodies. Mihawk immediately putting on the repaired coat after seeing its quality- which was better then when he bought it.

"Tell your wife I'd like to make another commission when she has free time- I'll pay double" Mihawk said smoothing out the coat and seeing the nice gold pattern on the sleeves and nice red satin insides of the inner coat.

Crocodile adjusting his orange Puff Tie and he nodded in agreement and went through his box with great satisfaction. "Same for me as well-"

"I fucking hate you both..."

You're Angry at the Tall Men

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I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings

Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo

Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.

First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.

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He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.

Buggy: 6’3

“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.

“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.

“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.

“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”

“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”

Shanks: 6’6

“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.

“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.

Mihawk 6’6:

“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.

As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.

But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.

“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.

“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.

“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.

“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”

Sir Crocodile 10’

Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration. 

“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.

“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.

“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.

“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response. 

“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer. 

“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”

“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,

“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.

“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue. 

Corazon 9’7

“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.

When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.

As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.

“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.

He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.

Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you. 

“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more. 

He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth. 

“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”

He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.

“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger. 

“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier. 

“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger. 

“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.

“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”

Doflamingo 10’

He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.

“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.

“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.

“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.

“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.

“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.

He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:

“Mmm, Harder.”

The Agreement

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: The East Blue is a lonely place and Buggy the Clown, feared Captian of the Buggy Pirates, is just as lonely as you. Just as hurt and betrayed. So when you stumble upon him in a dirty bar, you two hit it off immediately. An immediate attraction that leads to the creation of the agreement. But can the agreement change? Can you forget the hurts from the past and change with it?

Tags: Fluff, smut, angst

Word Cout: 4.3K

A/N: So...yeah, Buggy am I right?? He's been on my mind and has all but taken control of my brain and TikTok For You page. First Buggy/One Piece fic so let's hope it's okay and I hope you enjoy it! Also sorry not sorry for the long word count.

The sea was a solitary place. A place made even more isolating and hostile towards those seeking advancer and glory. Pirates were brutal and overall beastly folk and their captains even more so. You knew this common fact of life. Had known it when you gathered your crew of criminals who would stab you in the back the first chance they got, and set sail looking for something--anything--to fill that space which never seemed satisfied. To get rid of the feeling of being utterly and terrifyingly alone--hated. Something everyone had thrown away when they had had their fill. 

When you stumbled upon a pirate captain familiar only in reputation at one of the bars you often frequented when wishing to be away from that isolating sea, you saw something in him that had you pausing in ripping his head off.

You saw that you both were feared on the seas--both dangerous. Saw that you both were just as insane as the other. Saw that you both had that--something missing from your lives. Something that gnawed and ate at each of you, leaving a deep, bloody hole.

The fellow captain, Buggy the Clown, must have sensed it too. Must have sensed something because he offered you a seat at his table and drink in a dramatic fashion and you, surprisingly, took it. You who attacked or, hopefully, killed any and all other pirates on sight, no matter how big or small their crew was--their bounty. 

The more you too drank, the more it became painfully obvious that you two were sides of the same coin in one way or another. The more you were reminded of just how lonely you were. The more you felt pulled towards this flashy fool. A pull that had you both finding a hidden alleyway and fucking one another blind to try and chase away that hole. A hole that, for better or for worse, seemed all that much smaller when he was around. 

You didn’t see the clown for a long while after that, only ever hearing whispers on the wind about his escapades--a village here, a town there. All wiped out by his band of freaks. You kept yourself busy as well, attacking marine and pirate ship alike, finding loot and treasures when you could.

You did it all just to keep the memory of him thrusting mercilessly into you deep down--kept the fact you had been ever the less lonely in his presence as equally under lock and key. 

But, one day, when you were attacking a particularly large marine ship, a gag of freaks came rushing aboard and, their captain with them, it all came rushing to the surface--every memory and feeling, just overfollowed out of you. And those green-blue eyes full of such crazy insanity and danger did nothing to help quell your lonely feelings. 

The Marines were easily squashed by the two invading pirate crews and soon you were left with your bloodthirsty underlings and Buggy’s circus troop. Your first mate tried egging you on, tried to spur you into giving the order to attack, but you did quite the opposite. You called your pirates off. You commanded them to take whatever they had looted and get back onto your ship. 

Of course, there had been one or two that had outright questioned your authority. One or two that added to the number of kills you’d made that day. No one questioned you and left alive. 

This show of power seemed to amuse Buggy greatly and he gave that crackling laugh of his that sent your skin tingling. He called his own crew off and as soon as you two were alone, you were a clash of lips and teeth and limbs. You fucked him right there on the blood and gore-soaked deck of the ship you two had just decimated. 

You two came to an agreement then, laying together as the marine ship slowly sank. Neither of you would attack the other’s ship and or take the other's target. An agreement that ensured their relations could continue, as well as this aftermath of laying together to soak up whatever skin-to-skin contact they could. 

You limited the aftermath to twenty minutes, no more and no less. It cut at the lonely gap within you, but you were a feared pirate captain. You needed to keep such face, even when the terms of their agreement went against everything you had ever stood for. 

The terms of the agreement went smoothly for years--so smooth you’d even found it within you to bump up the time limit on how long you stayed afterward. 

You found yourself boarding Buggy’s ship once more, your crew almost completely made up of new faces thanks to you killing off more than half of them due to this little agreement and their disliking of it.

Buggy’s freaks greeted you as you boarded, keeping what little of your crew who had followed company as you wound your way through the innards of this circus-themed ship. You knew the way to Buggy’s private quarters like the back of your hand by now, quarters you had been told he marched off to minutes before your arrival. 

When you barged into his room, you didn’t quite know how to take in the sight before you. Buggy was there, make-up smeared and blue hair bed mused as a spindly girl rode him, her moans overly loud and whiny. Upon your arrival, she gave a startled squawk and pulled herself off of the pirate clown, hiding her body as best as she could. 

You’d never seen her before. She might have been a new member of the Buggy Pirates had she not been so plain. There was nothing spectacular about this girl. Nothing that might have earned her the right to join Buggy’s band of freaks.

Maybe she could do some form of acrobatics. Her spindly, yet strong body was perfect for that. Or maybe she was flexible--must be, the way she had been straddling Buggy. 

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who she was or that she was fucking Buggy. It didn’t matter because you didn’t own Buggy. The agreement never stated anything about you two being exclusive. Hell, you’d fucked your fair share of men in dirty bars throughout the few years this agreement had been alive. 

But it didn’t stop that hole in your chest from growing. From filling with the darkness you tried endlessly to chase away. The darkness that made you feel hated and betrayed--deserted and lone. Just as you had been time and time again.

“Y/N, baby.” He started, pulling himself out of his bed, hardly caring to cover up the erection he sported. He wore that wide smile on his lips as he gave a chuckle. One you couldn’t help but think was full of anxious nerves.

You let your eyes casually roam over his body, which was lean and honed from years of fighting for his life. A body you could never quite get enough of. “No one told me you were here.” 

“I’m here.” You stated with no source of emotion to be found. You turned your eyes back onto the spindly girl rushing around as she grabbed up her brightly colored clothes. She looked terrified. Looked like she was rushing to save her life. It made you feel just the tiniest bit better. “Who is this?” 

“Her? No one.” The girl, despite looking utterly terrified, shot Buggy the tiniest glare. A glare that told you they’d done this before. A fact that had your fingers twitching to kill something.

“A new contortionist?” You guessed, using your black booted foot to shut the door behind you with a loud bag that all but shook the colorfully painted walls of Buggy’s room, blocking her route for escape.

The girl held her clothes tight to her chest as she stared at you wide-eyed--like some cornered doe facing down a rabid, bloodthirsty wolf. 

“I lost the old one,” Buggy said gruffly like he was utterly annoyed by this fact.

“Hum…that’s unfortunate. The old one could juggle with his feet.” You didn’t once take your eyes off Buggy as you grabbed the girl by the throat in a flash. She gave another squawk, grabbing and clawing at your wrist in an attempt to free herself from your grasp. You hardly felt her pathetic excuse for an attack.

Ever so slowly, you turned your cold gaze onto her, her face having turned red from the lack of oxygen she was getting. “Can you juggle with your feet?” 

The girl gave a few choking sounds as if she might try to answer, her eyes turning watery. 

“You messed that trick up yesterday during rehearsal, didn’t you?” Buggy supplied, making the girl give a choking cry. He seemed to be enjoying this, watching you slowly steal the air from this girl's lungs. An enjoyment you felt yourself get angered at. 

You dropped the girl and she coughed rapidly, trying to fill her lungs back up as quickly as she could--trying to escape as quickly as she could. The door banged closed behind her when she finally escaped. Buggy gave a huff in disappointment.

“You let her go.” You wiped your hand off on your jacket like touching the girl had left dirt on your skin.

“Not worth my time. She was boring.” Buggy gave a sharp, wicked laugh. 

“She is, isn’t she? Not even a close second to the old contortionist.” 

“You slept with the old contortionist?” You asked, never once giving up your cold, blank stare. Buggy moved closer, that nervousness you’d heard in his laugh earlier bubbling into his green-blue eyes. 

“She was just something to waste time on waiting for you, of course. Nothing more.” 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Buggy gave you a look that told you he knew you were full of bullshit. 

“You could have killed her. I know you wanted to.” He said, his voice dropping to a rugged hush as if he was whispering some dirty secret in your ear. The tone made your stomach twist in excitement--an excitement you grew all too angry at.

Buggy went to brush his ungloved hand over your wrist to grab it, but you moved with the slightest of movements to remain out of his reach. He seemed to get frustrated at this.

“That would be in direct violation of our agreement.” 

“Boring.” He dramatically groaned. “I would have let you. It would have been a fun little game.” They’d updated the agreement once before, but never messed with the terms of harming each other's crew. 

You’d known for a while he didn’t truly keep the agreement as serious as you did. Knew that, as soon as it stopped benefiting him, he would break it. Would drop you, slaughter your crew, and take whatever he possibly could. 

You cracked an easy smile, trying to brighten your eyes as best you could. Worrying and planning for something that wouldn’t happen for some time was not what you had come here for. You’d come here to see Buggy. To fuck him and hold him and try your hardest to feel something other than overwhelming self-hatred and loneliness. 

“I did enjoy watching her squirm.” 

“And I enjoyed watching you squeeze the life out of her. God, it was fucking hot.” He said, reaching for your wrist once more. You let him take it--let him pull you closer so that you had to tilt your head the slightest bit to look back into his enthralling eyes. You bit your lip as you gently grazed your fingertips over his honed torso, the clown giving his signature grin. One meant to throw his victims into a false sense of ease--to terrific them and make them pray to whatever god they believed in.

It was a smile you reluctantly dreamed about. A smile you utterly couldn't get enough of, just as the rest of him.

“You did?” You said, letting honey slowly fill your voice. He laughed, pulling you flush against him, his hardened cock pressing against you.  

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I like it when you have murderous rage in your eyes.” You smirked, running your hand along his skin till it hooked around Buggy’s neck. You pulled him down, claiming those red-painted lips greedily. 

Buggy gave a rumbling groan into your mouth as you rolled your hips slowly into his, creating a friction that wasn’t nearly enough. He pulled your jacket off, relieving the simple, flowing white shirt you wore that cut sharply in the shape of a V, giving him a good view of your breasts. Breasts he went searching for and found in a matter of seconds. He kneaded the soft flesh in his palm, sending tiny sparks of pleasure rushing through your body. Sparks that brought to life that ever-growing need for him.

You shoved Buggy back onto the red sheet-covered bed before pulling the rest of your clothes off, hardly taking time to be subductive. You’d had to wait for nearly four months before coming across Buggy’s ship next. Four very long, very lonely months. 

“Fuck, sugar lips. Get over here.” You gladly obeyed, crawling into his bed and grabbing hold of his face so that you could press your lips against his once more. His hands, which were covered in callouses and scars from years of holding a sword and living upon the sea, grabbed hold of your hips and flipped you on your stomach. You made to turn back around, wanting to run your hands over every inch of skin he had, but Buggy laid his body over top of yours, holding you there. 

“Buggy--” You breathed as those lips you craved kissed at your neck and shoulders. You lifted your ass upward to roll it back into Buggy’s hips, silently telling him fuck you before you took matters into your own hands. He hissed in your ear, making your pussy tingle and throb in overwhelming need.

“F-fuck--baby, beg.” Begging had always been and would always be beneath you…but for Buggy, you did things that would get your reputation dragged through the dirt. Things you, deep down, never regretted. Not when you were around him. 

“Fuck me, Buggy. God--you are the most feared and dangerous pirate sailing the East Blue. Please, please fuck me.” Buggy gave a low groan, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to your shoulder blade as he reached down between your bodies to slowly guide his cock into your throbbing pussy. You hummed in absolute bliss as his cock sunk deeper and deeper into you--as your pussy stretched to accommodate his familiar width. 

You’d missed him in you--missed him being close. 

Buggy propped himself up on his elbows, bringing his face close enough to your own that you could litter his lips with slobby kisses. You reached around Buggy’s neck so that you could pull him that much closer and so your fingertips could mess with the blue strands of his hair. Your other hand found Buggy’s and tangled your fingers between his, Buggy holding your hand back just as tight. 

He began rocking his hips back and forth, setting a steady pace that sent fluttering waves of pleasure shooting through you. Had you huffing and humming into Buggy’s mouth--had you rocking your own hips back into his to keep him as close as you could.

You praised him with every catch of breath--told him surgery sweet things to fuel his ego and hopefully fill that hole you shared in common with him. 

And in turn, he told you things back. Told you how beautiful you were. How brave and special and unyielding you were. How glad he was to have stumbled upon you in that dirty bar. 

It was all enough to send you spiraling towards your release. Buggy seemed to understand this and his pace slowly quickened. Slowly became merciless. 

“F-fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.” He gruffly groaned, squeezing your hand tighter from the effort to hold back long enough to let you come with him. 

“J-just a little more. Oh--god, yes, yes! F-fuck you’re amazing.” You murmured in honey-thick notes before claiming his lips one last time. Your pleasure built and built and built and finally came rushing through you like a waterfall, a breathy little moan on your lips. Buggy thrust into you a few last, sporadic times before his hips pressed flush against your ass. His hot come spilled into you, your name gruffly moaned out in your ear. 

Buggy let his body weight fully fall onto your back as you both lay there, catching your breath. You took in the warmth of his skin, slick with sweat. Took in the weight of him--the feel of him softening within your pussy. All of it was enough to have that hole in your chest close just the tiniest bit. Just enough to let you enjoy your time here with him before it became all-consuming once more. 

Once you finally had the energy, you moved yourself so that Buggy was lying beside you now, looking you over with pleasure-fogged eyes. With a huff, he flopped his arm onto your waist, tugging slightly so that you could move closer. You did with a tired huff of your own, snuggling into his chest. You both lay there for a long moment, your eyes closing here in there from the overwhelming comfort you were wrapped in. 

“How did you lose the old contortionist?” You asked, your curiosity finally wiggling out of you. Buggy was quiet for a long moment. A long moment that had you turning your head up to look Buggy’s face over. There was that hurt deep in his eyes again. A hurt you’d seen the first night you met him. A hurt and betrayal that spoke to the hurt and betrayal you held just as deep within yourself. 

“He tried to walk out on the act. I killed him for it. Twisted his body until he snapped.” He said simply, giving no detail as to why the contortionist might have walked away. But regardless of the reason, he still walked. Still left Buggy and all he had built for himself. And it still hurt Buggy despite probably only having spoken a few words here and there to him. 

“My first mate finally tried to kill me.” You said softly. Those green-blue eyes snapped down to look at you. “I tied her to a stone and threw her into the sea.” Buggy gave a huff in amusement before because just the tinest bit more serious.

“She was loyal to you.” It was a statement and question wrapped in one. 

“You know loyalty is nothing but a facade. They give it to you until it stops benefiting them. It stopped benefiting her.” Buggy’s eyes hardened in angered understanding. 

He’d only ever talked about his red-haired friend to you once before. Only ever told you how he had tricked Buggy into eating the Devil Fruit that gave him his powers. How his friend had taken everything from him--took his dreams from him. 

It was a story that spoke all too true to you. A story of friendship turned betrayal. Of a love for someone so deep that when it was pulled out from under you, it completely and utterly ruined you for the rest of your life. You buried your face back into his chest, breathing in his sweet scent. 

“Hopefully she is loyal to you.” You murmured with a deep exhale of breath after a moment of pause. Buggy began to laugh then, a laugh that seemed too much in that moment, but was such a Buggy thing to do. You huffed, looking back up at him. “I’m serious.” 

“Serious--” Buggy scoffed, “you want that girl dead.” You propped yourself up on your elbow so that you might have a better angle to stare daggers down at him. 

“I want most people dead, she isn’t special.” Buggy’s grin only seemed to widen, a crackling chuckle spilling from his lips. 

“You’re jealous.” The word set a fire in your chest. A fire that was something akin to embarrassment, but more sister to blood-boiling anger. 

“I would watch yourself clown.” But Buggy did nothing of the sort. He continued to grin and chuckle like a madman--like he was finding this to be the best sort of joke. 

“Then tell me why you keep bringing her up? Why you got so pissed when you found her in here with me.” 

“Being jealous would entail a previous liking. I only humor you.” You snapped, trying to hurt him. He was toeing a dangerous line. A line that they had never once dared to cross. You did see hurt flash in those green-blue eyes and it gave you a grim sense of satisfaction. 

You threw yourself from Buggy’s bed, the clown trying to keep you down but was, ultimately, unsuccessful in doing so. Quickly, you went about tugging on your clothes and weapons. You needed to get out of there before Buggy said anything else that would make your heart twist in panicked pain. 

“Our agreement,” He started, having gotten out of bed himself. He grabbed your arm before you could march out of the door. “States that you have to stay.” 

“Our agreement needs to be reworked,” You hissed, snapping around to face him, “if you're going to question my reputation.” Buggy laughed.

“So jealously is against your reputation now?” 

“I am far from jealous. I do not care who you fuck or when you fuck them. I do not care because I do not care about you.” You stabbed. True hurt filled his eyes then. A hurt that quickly turned into anger. 

“You expect me to believe that? Believe you don’t care when you’ve told me things about yourself you’ve never told anyone before? When I’ve told you things.” He gave a laugh that was far from a truly amused one. “That’s the best joke yet.” You cracked an equally pissed-off, unamused smile. 

“If I were to truly care for you, that little girl would be dead for even breathing the same air as you. You would be dead for betraying me. So no, I do not believe I care for you.” You pulled your arm out of Buggy’s grasp only for him to grab you up once more. “Buggy--” You warned, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“Then kill her. Punish me, but--” He’s words seemed to get stuck in his throat. This was hard for him, you realized, just as hard as it was for you. These--feelings. These feelings that, despite trying to keep them down, always eventually came bubbling to the surface. Feelings that would only ever get them hurt in the end. “Don’t tell me you do not care for me. That is--it’s fucking worse than death.” 

You blinked up at him. Tried to process what was going on--tried to come up with a plan. 

Worse than death…it was a bold statement. A risky statement. One that you could take and twist to hurt him. You could take his words, his feelings, and throw them right back in his face if you truly wished for it. If you truly wished to be rid of this man who had been your only source of--of joy in a long, long time. Only source of comfort. A man who understood you to your very core because, despite how horrible, he understood. 

He and you, for better or for worse, were two sides of the same coin. 

So what to do…

“I do not share, Buggy. Are you ready--willing--to commit to that? Many are not.” Buggy cracked a smile you had never seen before--a real one. One that was soft and true and utterly fit his stupidly perfect face. 

“Baby, you could have asked me that the first day I met you and I would have wholeheartedly agreed to those terms.” It was like the breath had been stolen from you. Had been utterly ripped from your body. 

“And if you betray me--”

“Oh, there would be carnage. I know.” You stared up into his green-blue eyes and could think of nothing else. Not a next step or single thing to say. “What do you say, baby? Should we redraft this dusty old agreement?” You nodded, the smallest of true smiles crossing your face. 

“Yes, but…” Worry filled Buggy’s eyes.

“But?” 

“I am not going to go into this--new agreement without insurance. Without proof that you can stay true to your word.” Buggy nodded.

“Yes. What do you have in mind.” A single, crazy thought crossed your mind. One that had you smirking to yourself about. You moved closer, Buggy gladly taking you into his orbit. 

“Well…” You stated softly, bringing Buggy’s barriers down the slightest bit. Just enough to do what you had planned without immediate notice. With lightning-fast reflexes, you pulled your knife from your thigh and brought it down upon the source of your idea. 

Buggy gave a squealing shout as you grabbed hold of his cock and chopped it from his body, balls and all. The clown grabbed at the empty space.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you danced out of his reach. “Give it back!”

“I don’t think so. Not for, hum… let's say two months?” His eyes filled with full-blown panic at the thought. 

“I--Y/N--”

“Baby, I’ll keep it safe for you don’t worry.” You said in mock comfort. “This will be my insurance--my proof of your loyalty, yes?” You said, backing up towards the door. You were taking this thing regardless of his agreement. Buggy gave a pathetic little whine that only made your glee that much more so. 

“But--Ah! Fine! Go before I change my mind.” You smirked, whipping the door open. “It’s sensitive!” He shouted after you as you rushed through the halls of Buggy’s ship. You took mental note of that last plea.

You wondered just how sensitive it was.

Imagine...

Yandere!Buggy kidnapping you when he was in your village raiding it. He decided from the moment he saw you he wanted you so he took you. He has then kept you as his darling and you have never left his side. Of course when he does dangerous stuff your left back with one of his most trusted crew member.

He loves you so much, your his favorite treasure. You eventually fall into Stockholm syndrome and start loving him back after resisting him for months. He's giddy and excited he has you. But when Crocodile and Mihawk come along things get bumpy.

They all form an alliance but Buggy's crew keeps getting him into trouble with Crocodile and Mihawk. Buggy comes crying and bruised to you everyday. You hold him while your heart is crushed seeing the man you love so broken.

But Buggy always bounces back even after he's been cut in pieces or beat to a pulp. His dream and you is keeping him going. But one day Buggy never returned to you. Then the next he was gone as well and you grew worried. You felt nauseous and weak with worry. Something wasn't right.

So you went to the only men who you knew would know where Buggy is. You opened the door and you let out a gasp. Sitting on a big expensive leather couch was Mihawk and Crocodile. Next to them hanging on a hook by his hair all bloody and bruised was Buggy. You started shaking in fear and rage.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as Buggy cried for you. He yelled at them and then at you to leave. Crocodile looked at Mihawk and he looked back at him. Crocodile grinned and Mihawk gave a small smirk.

They both stood up and you let out a shriek and tried to run. Mihawk was on you before you could even get out the door. He locked the door and pinned your arms behind your back. Buggy cried and pleaded for you to be let go. His cries were ignored and your tears fell freely down your face.

Crocodile tore off your clothes and Buggy started yelling louder. You called out Buggy's name and started pleading with the two men. Their chest swelled in pride as they finally got Buggy begging. Crocodile whistles as he admires your body.

Crocodile and Mihawk the use your body in front of Buggy. They cherish both of your cries. Crocodile is grinning while he thrusts into your mouth. While Mihawk looks unbothered but his eyes tell a different story; they're full of lust. Mihawk whisper's dirty disgusting things in your ear. Crocodile just groans and laughs. Buggy is broken and crying at how his darling is being abused. You just stop struggling and give in.

I might turn this into a full fic of wanted....