#one piece x reader

[pastelclovds]

thinking about getting the most despicable, diabolical, therapy needing man pregnant.

the burdens of being the strongest being can be so exhausting. he almost wants to quit and settle down with someone who he can trust with his life. but he’s gone through too much and has accomplished so many things to get to where he is. he’s close to abandoning that dream altogether. that is… until he met you.

you were equally as ruthless and powerful. you willingly gave your all to protect him and stumble his enemies. you grew closer to him on a personal level, and soon enough he saw you as worthy enough for his love and to bear your child.

you hissed in both pain and pleasure when he scraped his finger nails against your back as you continued to pound into his used cunt. your mixed releases from previous rounds spilling out against his inner thighs every time you thrusted inside his warm tight walls. his moans raised in pitch every time the tip of your cock hit his special spot.

he begs for you to make him pregnant and to stay with him forever. his arms tighten around your shoulders when you swear that you would stay loyal to him and give him as many children as he wants. you didn’t expect your promises to make him gush slick. you pick up the pace when he cries out that he’s close. you aim to hit directly at his sweet spot harshly, you didn’t think he’d get any louder.

your breathing became harsh when you felt your lower abdomen grow hot, signaling that your orgasm was near. you muffle your moan by biting into your lover’s neck as you bottomed out. filling his overstuffed pussy to the brim, to the point where it started squirting out and dripping down your thighs and his ass.

his thighs that remained wrapped around your waist tighten to an almost dead grip, as if he was afraid of you suddenly pulling out. as if you’d ever do that. your cock remained buried inside his loose cunt until you’ve gotten flaccid. plugging him up with your hot seed. you thought he was finished until he suddenly flipped you onto your back and started furiously bouncing on your hardening cock.

he was determined to milk you dry until you gave him what he always dreamed of. you didn’t complain though, he looked attractive on top of you.

“not enough. i need more. i want your baby.” the way he spoke with unwavering determination would’ve scared anyone. thankfully you always wore red tinted glasses.

arlong, makarov, kenjaku, sukuna, homelander, shigaraki, dabi, muzan, dio, ur fav characters <3

[cloudzoro]

Hand Placement | One Piece ♡

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Where they prefer to put their hands when fucking you good.

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a/n: hi! it's been a good few months that I was inactive and now I'm back to writing and I feel nice and refreshed ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: ace, crocodile, law, mihawk, nami, reiju, robin, sanji, tashigi, zoro

cw: squirting, overstimulation, fem!reader, gagging, rough sex, unprotected sex, finger sucking, face sitting

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Ace - Pussy

Ace watches your face intently as he rocks his hips into you, admiring the way you look when he's fucking you. He thinks you are so beautiful and raw under him like this that he can't wait to make you fall apart.

When your pussy clenches around him and your words start to slur together he knows you're close. He shushes your desperate whimpers, promising you he's going to make you cum. Ace reaches a hand between you to rub at your clit, letting out an amused hum when you whine at the pressure. You're sensitive and your nerves are on fire at the contact. He hasn't even looked down to where he's touching you, so focused on the way your pretty face tenses as you approach your orgasm. He loves how responsive you are when he touches you. He keeps his hand going while you cum, playing with your pussy until you push his hands away from the sensitivity.

Crocodile - Hair

Crocodile sits shirtless on the sofa, leaning back with his hard cock out of his trousers. You kneel next to him on the cushions, slightly nervous of how you're going to even fit him in your mouth. You've sucked him off many times but you're still intimidated by his size. He asks if you're ok as he caresses your cheek with his hand. As soon as you nod in response to his question his hand slides to your hair, gripping a handful and pulling you down so your mouth hovers over his cock. He keeps a tight hold of your locks as you work him into your mouth. He lets out a deep groan as he guides you on his cock, showing you the pace he wants. Once you're able to keep the pace by yourself, he relaxes his grip but doesn't let go of your hair.

Law - Back

He's a real softie so he can't help that his favourite position is you riding him. Law loves the way you take the lead but he's still in control, he loves the way your tits look when you bounce on his cock, and he loves the way you look down at him in awe of how good he feels inside of you. You take him so well and respond to his gruff voice when he tells you to slow down or speed up.

He keeps his hands on your hips at first until your thighs start to shake and your movements begin to slow. You don't even have to beg him to take over because he snakes his hands around to your back and pulls you flush against him before you can even get a word out. he lifts you slightly so he has room to plant his feet and fuck up into you. It feels special and intimate to hold your body so close to his, and he hides his flushed face in the crook of your neck as he coaxes you to your first orgasm of the night.

Mihawk - Wrists

Mihawk has you up against the wall of his castle, holding both hands behind your back by the wrists. You try to move your hips against the thigh he has wedged between your legs, but you can't get the friction right, and you cry out in frustration. He feigns cluelessness and asks you what's wrong, darkly smiling as you whine about how you can't get off. You struggle against his grip, desperate to have him touch you where you need him most, but it's no use.

He keeps one hand holding your wrist and uses the other one to pull his cock free. He asks you if you're going to be good and after a nod from you, he readjusts his position as pushes his cock into you, enjoying the way your moan echoes through the large building. With his hand holding your wrists behind your back, you have no way to brace yourself and your face ends up pressed against the cold stone. You don't complain about it though, he filling you up too well to care.

Nami - Thighs

Nami laughs from between your legs as you squirm against the sheets. She could eat you out for hours just to hear the cute noises you make. Even though you've been together for a while, you're still nervous about sex with Nami. She's so confident in herself that she intimidates you.

Nami hasn't touched you yet, taking a moment to appreciate your naked form. When her eyes linger on your pussy for a second too long you try to close your legs in embarrassment but Nami moves fast and grabs your thighs forcing them apart to make room for her face. She briefly scolds you for keeping her from seeing her favourite thing in the world and lowers her face to your cunt. She digs her nails slightly into your skin as she licks over your clit. The way she moans against your pussy has you pushing your hips into her face to get even more. Nami remains unfazed, using her grip to keep you in place as she takes you apart with her tongue.

Reiju - Ass

When Reiju tells you to sit on her face, she means sit on it. none of that hovering bullshit will satisfy her. She wants to taste you more than anything but you just won't listen to her and insist that you'll suffocate her or crush her face - to which she responds that she doesn't see a problem with either of those options.

Sick and tired of your whining and determined to show you a good time, Reiju grabs two handfuls of your ass cheeks and parts them so she can get better access to your hole. In a swift show of strength, she pulls you down against her face, tongue finding your hole immediately. A quick slap to the ass acts as a silent instruction from Reiju to rock yourself against her face. Now that worries have somewhat subsided, you oblige, moving your hips.

Robin - Everywhere

Robin has unlimited hands, which means unlimited ways to please you and hold you. She kneels on bed between your spread legs that are being held open by two stray arms. Similarly, two hands are pinning your wrists down and two more are groping at your chest. Her real hands are focus on your pussy, fingers thrusting and curling inside you. Her smile is soft as she leans over you to kiss you, not stopping her fingers. She shushes you as you whimper at her. She tells you to be quiet in case someone walks in but you don't know if you can.

The added stimulation on your chest combined with Robin's fingers being knuckle deep inside you has you barrelling towards an orgasm embarrassingly fast. Feeling you clench around her fingers, Robin summons another hand to cover your mouth so you don't moan too loudly. She focuses most of her energy on her real hands twisting and pumping enough to make you cum as hard as possible. She has a hrin on her face as she watches your body tense up and juices flood her hand.

Sanji - hands

Ever the hopeless romantic, Sanji likes to take things slowly with you. He was a total virgin when you first started dating and he's loved learning to please you and getting the chance to figure out what makes your body squirm. He's an enthusiastic lover who sees sex as a show of his utter devotion to you.

He whispers affirmations and sweet pet names as ge pushes his cock into you. Almost instinctively, he reaches out to your hands and interlocks your fingers. You can tell by the way his hands squeeze yours that he's just as, if not more, affected by the way your pussy squeezes him. He keeps your hands intertwined above your head as he rocks hips despite his sensitivity, repeating how much he loves you over and over again.

Tashigi - hips

Tashigi was inexperienced but, through some fun explorations with you, had figured out she preferred to put on a strap and take you to cloud 9. She's a service top, deriving pleasure from pleasing you. She's had you beneath her, instructing her on where to kiss and lick and bite to mark you up the way you like it.

She's learned in your short time together how to make you comfortable so when she turns you over onto your hands and knees, she makes sure to tuck a pillow under your hips and smooth a hand down your spine to make sure you're not in an awkward position. Her hands settle at your hips as she pushes her strap into you. The way you moan out as she thrusts her hips goes straight to her core, and she tightens her grip on your hips. When you whimper out a plea to go faster, she doesn't hesitate using her strength to hold your hips still so she can get you at a good angle. She hears your cry of pleasure into the pillows on her bed and throws her concentration into hitting the right spot that's going to have you shaking under her. Her grip is so tight against your skin that it might leave marks when you're done, the thought of which pushes you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Zoro - mouth

Sex with Zoro is always filthy and intimate. You can feel him everywhere in your surroundings and he defiles your pretty body with cum, sweat and saliva. His favourite part of your body is your mouth; he loves when you talk back to him or another crewmember, he loves the blissful satisfied smile that you reserve only for him and he loves the way your pretty lips look stretching to accommodate his huge cock.

He's laid you down on your back and is fingering you open, sucking at your clit. When you beg for his cock he promises you you'll get it, he's just gotta stretch you out first. You cum pretty quickly, Zoro's intensity has you riled up. He helps you work through your orgasm before removing his fingers from you. Instead of locking his own fingers clean, he sucks some of your juices off and then holds his fingers - covered in a mix of your cum and his saliva to your lips.

He tells you that if you're a good girl and suck his fingers clean that he'll finally fuck you the way you want. You accept his fingers into your mouth and suck, bobbing your head slightly as if you were sucking his duck. Zoro's breath hitches as you run your tongue over the pads of his fingers. He pushes his fingers slightly further into your mouth as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. He doesn't move his fingers from your warm wet mouth, using them a - really hot - makeshift gag to keep you quiet. Watching your muffled squeals around his fingers as he finally bottoms out inside you almost breaks his self control when it comes to sex.

[bby-deerling]

law + first kiss

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tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @queenmimi2817 @fanaticsnail @indydonuts

law is so gentle—so hesitant—as his hand cups your face. the hold is light as a feather, and yet there's a sense of shakiness and urgency to the touch, as if he was afraid you were going to bolt at any moment.

"this changes everything," he whispers softly, a warning given in a voice so low that it nearly went unheard. your doe eyes are so earnest as they blink back at him; the subtle hints of light they reflect in the dark room captivate his being, both strengthening his resolve and unraveling his composure.

"i know," you reply, words sounding a bit garbled; nerves have left your mouth is so unbearably dry, causing you to trip over the simplest of phrases.

an eternity stretches and compresses, infinitely vast as the tether between you becomes shorter and shorter, but the trance pulling you together breaks with a resolute snap as his lips brush against yours. though the tips of his fingers were so frigid, his mouth is warm and sweet and gentle; he's sweet—sweeter than you knew him capable of as his lips glide against yours. the five fingers holding your jaw spell out not just death but rebirth, the dawn of something fragile and loving and vulnerable.

fumbling and sliding your hands along each other in the quiet dark of the polar tang's common area, the two of you deepen your kiss, but law's grip remains loose. hat nearly falling off the top of his head, your fingers sneak underneath to play with his hair, making him hum with satisfaction into your mouth.

giving himself to you is terrifying—so much so that there's a slight tremble in his touch as it glides down your torso—but not everything has to happen all at once. with a soft smack, you lean back, a ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of your lips as you make out what you can of him on the dimly lit couch.

and suddenly, in the calm of your loving stare, the worry melts away into pure fondness; moving his hand back to your face, law pulls you back in again, this time with a bit more urgency in both his mouth and his touch.

[itsagoodluckkiss]

Hi, I wanted to make a request about Luffy x female reader. The reader is feminine but clumsy, emotionally-reserved, unexperienced and kind-hearted. Smart and funny, with a soft spot for Luffy. . As for the plot, "she fell first, but he fell harder", slice of life with a little angst would be perfect. I'm desperate for fanfiction about first experience in everything kinda stuff. I'm not a minor, so it would be very good to see some sensual and awkward smut. I would be glad to read anything you'll write about Luffy x female!reader and I hope that you liked my request (^o^)/ sorry for bad english

It's Okay ~ Luffy x F!Reader

First of all, thank you for being my first request, you made me really happy and I'm really sorry for the really long wait, we had a really rough couple of months. Also, it's the first smut I've ever written so read this with patience. English is not my first language either and I'm sorry for any mistakes. Anyways, I had fun writing this, I hope you'll like it, lots of love!

Words: +3k

Warnings: hurt/comfort, op spoilers, ptsd, mentions of character death, comfort sex, smut with plot, oral (f!receiving), virginity loss (both), unprotected sex, cockwarming, fluffy ending kinda?, no use of Y/N

MDNI

Quiet days on The Thousand Sunny were as rare as mythical zoans. Not only because of dangerous encounters but also because of how calm the whole crew was today. Even your walking ray of sunshine captain was not as wild as usual. But you couldn’t really complain as you could focus on your task in silence.

The tailor of the crew, responsible of sewing, stitching and mending every piece of fabric on the ship. And that included the sails. Strong winds the night before managed a large tear and the next island was a couple of days away. So you had a job to do. Standing on a rope ladder, you effortlessly worked through the sails with elegance. Every piece of fabric in your home deserved care, as you’d always say when you mended the torn up clothes of your crew mates.

You were proud you could provide your family with loved and cared clothes and everything else they needed, top priority along with the dream of becoming the best tailor the seas had ever seen. Your mind wandered away to the smile of your captain every time you placed the fixed straw hat you came to love so much on his head, while you automatically repaired the sail. But your gracefulness started and ended at the needle in your hand.

Looking away into the sea for one second resulted in you prickling your finger. The sudden feeling caused you to lose your step and balance and you yelped as you fell from the ladder, expecting a hard fall and a trip to Chopper’s infirmary. But the land never came, arms wrapping around your frame, drawing you to somebody’s embrace. In fear, you wrapped yourself around your savior’s waist like a koala, your flower patterned dress coming up slightly. Your face went to the crook of his neck for one second, immediately recognizing who it was, and you raised your head to look at him in embarrassment.

“Hi there!”

“Luffy, thank you, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s alright. Was on my way to check if you needed help. Guess I was right.” he said laughing.

You smiled and hugged him tightly as he put you down on the deck. You were embarrassed, part of it because of your own clumsiness, another part because of the way Luffy’s hands lingered on your waist before letting you go.

“Are you almost done? Picked up a new card game from the last island and I want to play with you.”

“Oh, ah, I, I still have some, some work to do...?”

You didn’t. You also didn’t know why you said that. You said a lot of stupid stuff lately. You loved spending time with your captain, especially when you knew there wouldn’t be a crazy fight following you in a few hours. Falling in love with his brown eyes, his goofy and brave personality and his loyalty to his friends was the reason you said yes to joining the Straw Hats after you helped them save Robin in Ennies Lobby.

But ever since you returned to Sabaody, it’s gotten harder to contain the feelings for your first love. The other night while you two were keeping watch and talking about things you loved, an “I love you” escaped your lips without thinking, proceeding to an inept attempt to cover it by saying how you loved he is such a loyal friend. You felt the blush rushing to your cheeks as you looked again on his face and noticed something you were seeing more and more these days. His trademark smile was reduced to a small upward line and in his eyes there was a gleam of sadness. You couldn’t have that.

“It’s fine, I’ll see you around later I guess-”

“On another note, I can always finish it later. Let’s go play, Captain!”

And you grabbed his arm, running like a child playing chase across the deck toward Nami’s tangerine trees, laughing as you tripped on your two left feet, Luffy holding you upwards and laughing in the process, always there to catch you.

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The ship was in motion, light rain falling from the night sky as Luffy found himself walking aimlessly on the empty deck. His black hair tousled, his straw hat dangling from the string around his neck, his posture slumped, trying to find some sort of relief in the breeze that hit his face. His trembling hands grip the railing, his gaze lost towards the vast ocean, unable to back focus on anything but his most recent nightmare. Memories of Ace's death spreading, like poison in his veins, once again. He tried to steady his breathing but failed as hot tears run down his cheeks, silent sobs leaving his body, trying not to wake up his crew. He hadn’t talked to anyone about Marineford. There was no reason for his friends to see him in that weakened state. He could tell that everyone felt guilty because they weren’t there for him, he didn’t want to feed that ugly feeling inside them.

You felt restless, worry prickling your skin like a hundred needles at once. Sleep wouldn’t do you a favor so you hoped off bed to get some fresh air on the deck and some moments of peace to think. Luffy’s sad eyes lingered in your thoughts. You couldn’t help but think about how much he had changed since you first met. You remembered the scrawny, eager, brave boy he was. Now his hair was longer and spikier, and he looked stronger than ever before, he was almost a man. Despite his carefree looks, a lot had changed about him. Yes, he was still as eager and resilient and determinated as ever, yet more mature, as much as maturity applied to him. And that big scar across his chest was the only testament of the fight he gave alone two years ago, as he hadn't talked to any of you about it. Not that he had to. You all knew you would wholeheartedly give him the support in any form he’d need. You’d do what you knew best. Take care of the people you loved. And from the moment you joined the crew, you knew your heart belonged to the straw hat captain.

You spotted Luffy in the front of the ship. It was unusual for him to be up and alone this late at night. Your eyes filled with concern, you walked closer to him as you noticed the trembling in his form, worry rising in your chest. Your hand caressing his shoulder slightly, you didn’t want to scare him or make him feel worse.

"Luffy?" you asked softly, voice barely audible over the wind.

Luffy wiped his tear streaked face quickly and tried to control his heavy breathing, wanting to be like his usual self, even if he knew it was too late for acting.

“I…”

He took a deep breath trying to hold it all in. He was the one that was supposed to help people through their crying and problems, to protect them. He couldn’t protect his friends in Sabaody, he couldn’t save his brother. He swore he’d never let anything like those things happen again. He didn’t want to be seen as weak. Not again. Not in front of his crew. Not in front of you.

“It’s okay, Luffy.”

His eyes met yours, a warm and safe gaze, always inviting and full of love, ready to be a place of comfort and joy to anyone that needed it. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and back, taking him in a comforting embrace. His arms went immediately around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as silent sobs left him once again. He hugged you tightly, hyperventilating as he let every last feeling of grief and pain out. You felt your eyes well too, the pain your favorite person carried alone enough to make you want to scream.

“It’s okay… you’re okay… it wasn’t your fault…”

“I couldn’t… I thought you… were all dead… and… I was right there… I couldn’t save him… he left… in my arms… it should have been me!”

Your heart ached listening to Luffy's sobs, tears running down your face as well. You pulled back slightly, cupping his face in your hands, and looked into his red, puffy eyes.

“Listen to me! Don’t say that again, ever! We all know you’d never let us down. You did everything you could, Luffy, you always do, and it’s enough for us." You said, voice shaking, carrying all the sincerity in the world. "And you always were there for him. You gave everything you had! He loved you so much and you saved him because you showed him how loved and cherished he was! You're still doing everything you can to keep his memory alive. That's what he would want! Don’t do this to yourself, please.”

You wiped the tears off his face and squeezed his cheeks like you usually did when you shared food and laughs together, managing to drag out a small smile from the boy.

“How about we go grab some tea and biscuits from the kitchen before Sanji comes down from his watch and go to my room?” you suggested, knowing Luffy would never say no to food.

“It’s on!”

Stealth wasn’t your strongest suit as you somehow always managed to hit on something. And with Luffy beside you, havoc was almost always certain. Getting out of the kitchen as fast as you could, before Sanji’s yells could reach you, you run into the ship, down to your handicraft’s room. The warmth of the cabin enveloped Luffy, feeling a little more like his usual self now, as he took in the room. That’s were all your great works laid, with needles, threads and sewing machines all over the place. From clothes and blankets to large embroideries hanging from the walls. You laid a soft, fluffy blanket on the ground to sit on. You sipped your scolding tea as Luffy munched on a cookie, taking in your works.

“I don’t know how you can make beautiful things like these.”

“I’ve practiced it a lot. And I love it. I’m glad you like it, Captain.”

You smiled widely, gaining a toothy grin from him.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For always being here.”

You were thinking your next words for a moment before moving the cups and plate from the blanket, taking his shoulders gently as you both laid on the ground, your eyes looking at each other, taking his hand into yours.

“It's alright to not be fine, you know… I'll always be here for you, no matter what.”

“It’s… I’m not thinking about it most of the time… I just have nightmares… it’s hard sometimes.”

“And that’s completely logical, Luffy, you’ve been through hell! I collapsed when I heard the news and couldn’t be with you. I would have run to you if I could. I love you so much and I’m sorry I wasn’t there and…”

You were the one tearing up now, cheeks red from embarrassment as the words slipped through your mouth without thinking. You knew Luffy would be shattered when you heard about Ace. The only thing you wanted was to hug him until you pulled all his pieces back together. He met your gaze. Luffy was never interested in romance. He didn’t thought he needed it. Until he met you and for the first time, he wanted someone to join his crew not only because he wanted them as a friend and they’d be a great addition, but because he felt something different, something he couldn’t quite understand. The only thing he knew was that he loved you a little differently than the rest of his friends. It was his turn to brush the tears off your face now and you melted from his touch. You tried to speak but before you could, his hand, warm and slightly trembling, cup your cheek. His lips pressed into yours, just for a moment, before drawing back only inches from your face.

“I think I love you too.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, heart pounding against your ribs. Never had you thought you’d hear those words from Luffy. Of course, you knew he loved everyone in the crew, but this felt different. You felt like you would burst into flames as you blushed even more.

“You, you do?!”

“Yeah… you’re sweet and strong… always by my side… you’re very important to me…”

You let out a gasp of surprise as you hugged him tightly and crushed your lips into his clumsily, both of you laughing at your enthusiasm. Small, sweet kisses evolved into longer, more passionately ones and soon you were underneath him, his hands caressing your thigh beneath your dress, your hands slowly pushing his vest off of him.

“Are you okay?”

“I am, you?”

“Me too.”

Soon, your clothes landed somewhere else in the room as you felt him caressing your skin everywhere and you gasped into the kiss, him taking advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue into your mouth, tangling it messily with yours. His lips travelled down your neck and lower, soon to be between your legs. A feeling of self-consciousness crept over you as you closed your legs and he smiled up at you as he caressed your thigh.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can stop if you want.”

“No, I want this, I’ve just… never do this before…”

“Neither do I. We’ll find it together. But I want you to be comfortable. You can stop me if you don’t feel okay.”

You smile down at him and relaxed a bit, allowing him to spread your legs and start kissing the inside of your thighs. It felt so good to share another experience with him, and his touch was gentler than you thought it would be. He positioned your thighs on his shoulders and before you could react, his mouth was on you, his tongue licking a stripe before latching onto your clit. Your head fell back immediately as a choked out moan slipped through your mouth, one hand flying to his hair, pulling on his locks gently as the other grasped the blanket beneath you. His eyes were on you, his look was magnetic and focused on the task of making you feel good. A finger circling your tight hole, it pushed inside you slowly as he sucked on your clit, making you whimper from the pleasurable feeling. The stretching inside you new and welcomed, a combination of his mouth and a second finger breaching in has your orgasm approaching faster than you expected. He curled his fingers upwards, hitting repeatedly a spot you had never reached before on your own and it pushed you over the edge unexpectedly. He smiles against you as small moans left your mouth, your whole body shaking, your head spinning.

Coming down from your high, he crawls back on top of you and kisses you passionately, your tongues intertwining. You can taste yourself through the kiss, and it makes you long for more. He breaks the kiss and smiles down at you.

“How was that?”

“Luffy, it was… amazing. How did you know-”

“Didn’t. Just did what felt right. Are you okay to continue?”

You nodded eagerly and he grinned at you, his lips back on yours again. Your hand sneaks between your bodies to grab his dick, gently pumping him up and down, bringing him close to your folds. He moans into the kiss and swats your hand away, gliding himself between your now soaked pussy, his tip touching your clit every time, sending small jolts of pleasure down your spine. He breaks the kiss, his face only inches apart from yours, staring into your eyes.

“You’re sure?”, he whispered.

“Yes captain, please…”

A shiver run through his body as he hears your plead, and he moves his tip against your entrance, pushing in. A small gasp escape you and a sharp hiss leaves his mouth as he slowly slides into you, his movements awkward but gentle, the feeling of your warmth around him making him slightly tremble as he bottoms out. It felt slightly uncomfortable for you at first but the pain you expected to feel was nowhere to be found. His lips were on your neck, nibbling and sucking gently while his arms roamed your body, trying to make you relax as he stayed still, waiting for you to adjust to him. A few moments passed and your hand cupped his chin, bringing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

“Feels better now?”

“Yes, Luffy… please, move…”

He smiled down at you and placed another soft kiss on your lips as he began to move, taking it slow and tender, setting a rhythm that made you gasp, the pleasure spreading over you. One of his hands on yours, intertwining your fingers as the other grabbed your thigh to keep you against him, his forehead on yours, eyes closed as you both relished the feeling of your bodies pressed together. His speed picked up slightly as he finds a steady rhythm and you moan his name, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. He smiles widely and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, your fingers running through his hair, gently tugging at his dark locks.

One hand gripped your thigh rougher now, pushing it upwards, the shift in position allowing him to go deeper, the other sneaking between your bodies to rub at your clit. Your face buries in the crook of his neck, trying to choke down your moans, the knot in your stomach tightening as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier, you feel that he’s close too.

Your lips connect again in a messy kiss and your back arches as you come undone, crying out through the kiss, your nails dragging down his back. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck, his hands grab your hips to drag you to him as he fucks you through your high, his hips stuttering, feeling your walls squeezing him tight, pushing him over the edge with you.

You stay like this for a while, hands wrapped around each other, his face buried in the crook of your neck, savoring the moment. He places a tender kiss on your cheek and turns to face you, his head on your shoulder.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel… wonderful…” you say with a sigh as you smile up at him. His hand caressing you cheek, he placed another sweet kiss before stretching his hand to grab another blanket nearby, covering the both of you. He then lies flat on top of you again, his arms wrapping around you, and closes his eyes, still inside you.

“Luff, we…”

“Can’t move, I feel snuggly right now.”

You laugh softly as you hug him back, feeling his breath slow down as he slowly falls asleep, your eyelids getting heavy as well, a content smile playing on your lips.

“Goodnight dummy…”

[willowbelle]

but you

❤︎ portgas d ace x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: cuddling, nipple-play, teasing, begging, cunnilingus, body-worship.

summary: sweet moments cuddling in bed with ace; he devotes all his time and energy to pleasing you.

word count: ~1,000

tagging: @bby-deerling @maddddstuff @help-i-lost-my-sock @thesunxwentblack @thietanavenus @shamblespirate @kazieai @aangeldevill @isabeauwolf

but you

Naked limbs intertwined beneath sheets, Ace’s body is hot against yours; freckled shoulders caging you in, comfortably, though, leaving your body humming with warmth and security. 

He shifts atop you, just slightly, to pepper more kisses along your neck, murmuring against your flushed skin, “Am I crushing you?”

“Mm, no,” you chuckle, letting out a small sigh against his jawline, “I like your weight on me--makes me feel safe.” 

“Well good, I always want you to feel safe, pretty thing.” 

You feel his lips curl into a grin against your skin as he speaks, placing his fingertip against your chest just to trace it downwards, igniting a trail of heat along your flesh. 

He’s taking his time with you--each touch deliberate and precise--but gentle all the while, as his fingertip leaves a tingling path of intention down your body. His kisses trail from your neck to your collarbone, each one soft and lingering, as if he's memorizing--savoring-- the taste and feel of your skin. Your breath hitches as he moves lower, his lips brushing over the sensitive spot just above your heart.

"You're everything to me," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky whisper. The sincerity in his words sends a rush of warmth through you, your heart swelling with affection.

And then, the man atop you pauses, dark eyes darting upwards to shoot you a questioning glance. With a nod of your head, he captures one of your awaiting nipples into his mouth, making you gasp. His mouth is hot and wet, and his skillful tongue expertly swirls around the hardened bud. 

“Ace,” you whine, allowing your head to lull back against the soft plush of his pillows, completely giving in to the pleasure he’s about to bestow on you.

His hand trails down to your other breast, his thumb circling the nipple in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. The contrast between his mouth and his hand sends shivers down your spine, your body arching into his touch, craving more of his caresses. He switches to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same meticulous attention, his tongue flicking and swirling as if savoring every reaction he draws from you.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft, messy strands, urging him on. His name escapes your lips in a breathless whisper, a plea for more, and he responds with a low groan that vibrates against your skin.

Ace's kisses continue their descent, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as he moves lower still, his lips tracing the contours of your ribs and abdomen. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he pauses, looking up at you with a smoldering intensity that leaves you breathless.

He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours. The anticipation builds, a heady mix of desire and affection, as he takes his time, savoring the moment. Finally, he shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his breath hot against your most sensitive spot.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

“You,” you breathe, your voice trembling with need. “I want all of you.”

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he lowers his head, his tongue darting out to taste you. The first touch is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He works with deliberate precision, his tongue exploring every inch of you, drawing out your pleasure with expert skill.

“Feels like you're worshiping me, Ace,” you rasp between breaths.

“Who says I'm not?” 

He responds with a deep, resonant hum that vibrates against your most sensitive spots, pushing you further into bliss.

His hands slide up your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his mouth works its magic. Every flick, every swirl, sends you spiraling closer to the edge, your moans growing louder, more urgent. The room is filled with the sound of your pleasure, echoing off the walls as you lose yourself in the sensations he's expertly drawing from you.

Just when you think you can't take any more, Ace changes his rhythm, alternating between soft, teasing licks and intense, focused strokes. The contrast drives you wild, your body trembling with anticipation and need. You can feel the pressure building, a coil tightening within you, ready to snap.

Your moans grow louder, more desperate, as he brings you closer to the edge. The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending on fire as he pushes you higher and higher. And just when you think you can’t take any more, he pulls back, leaving you teetering on the brink.

“Ace,” you plead, your voice a desperate whimper.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with hunger. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing promise.

And then he takes you over the edge, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive you to the peak of ecstasy. Your body convulses, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as you cry out his name, your mind going blank with the intensity of your release.

He stays with you through it all, his touch grounding you as you come down from the high. When the last tremors of pleasure fade, he moves upwards once more, his face contorted into a satisfied smirke before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. 

The wick of the candle to your left grows brighter, its flame beckoning you to fall deeper into that unforgettable place Ace takes you each and every time the two slip between the sheets.

[lawchwan]

let my pierced tongue move you (law)

summary: your boyfriend got a tongue-piercing and you went feral requested by: @toges-cough-syrup reader: fem!reader disclaimer: cunnilingus, law being a tease (also please remember to not kiss/give oral after you got your tongue pierced and allow it to heal in the process. This is fictional, so it is fine, but please be safe when dealing with sensitive piercings like your tongue. Infections are not fun), overstimulation genre: smut a/n: not me making this in the middle of a gathering 💀 no beta out here, just raw dogged the shit out of this piece (like how i wish law would do to me ☺️🫶)

crossposted on ao3

You sat in your bed in full nude as you spread your legs your heavily tattooed and pierced boyfriend commanded you to do, and there was a reason why you were in this position.

Just a few weeks ago, Law came back after an appointment, an appointment you assumed was for another tattoo he planned to get. He did discuss with you that he’ll either get a new tattoo or piercing but he never specified what type he’ll be getting precisely.

When he walked in, he seemed tight-lipped, and a slight wince appeared. You beamed as you saw your boyfriend as you approached him.

“Hey, baby, how did your appointment go?” You inquired, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tiptoed and reached for his lips to peck him. He remained as he winced once again followed by a quick moan, seemingly in pain.

You pulled away, concern drawn on your face, “Law, are you okay?”

He just nodded as he quickly stuck out his tongue, and there he showed you the metal ball stuck in the wet flesh of his tongue. Your eyes widened in wonder, as the glimmer in your eyes sparkled, which made him smirk with his tongue out before putting it back in.

He walked away after he held onto you and his touch lingered on you, going on as if that sight of him smirking with his tongue piercing out wasn’t going to inhabit your brain for the next few weeks.

For the next few weeks, each time you attempt to kiss him or make out with him, he will not proceed further.

“baby, I can’t or else, it’ll get infected,” Law says with a slight lisp, due to his swollen tongue—a a temporary habit you grew fond of. Despite that, however, you’re irked by your cautious boyfriend, even though he had a point—getting an infection is not a fun thing to deal.

And fast forward a few weeks later, after a lack of physical affections and kisses, there you were splayed naked in your bed as Law placed himself on top of you, his inked hand wrapped itself around your throat as the other holds onto your leg. You finally had contact with the metal ball on his tongue after his tongue was fully healed. Law starts to push his tongue onto yours, and you sucked his metal tongue as he moans into a kiss.

He smirked during the kiss as the hand on your leg started to travel south, his finger softly grazing your skin, caressing lovingly.

“Aww, I know that’s what you’ve been wanting, babe… let me take care of you,” Law cooed as he started kissing down your neck, to your chest, giving love to each and every one of your breasts. The ball circles around the bud of your nipples, adding a pleasurable buzz within your body, making you moan blissfully.

“L-law~”

Law got off the bed and he pulled you by your ankles, placing you by the edge of the bed as he got on his knees. He spreads your legs further, one leg on his shoulder and the other pushed back by his hand, and there he began teasingly licking around your clit before he flat out started to make out with your cunt.

You started to whimper at the metallic ball, making your hole drip more of the sweet essence oozing out of you, making him slurp in the process as he moaned at the delightful taste.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” Law grumbled as he pulled away for a split second before he went back in, the metallic ball brushes up against the clit, making you create more sounds as you felt yourself getting closer.

Law gave a few more licks, and with the licks speeding up and going more fervently, you started to reach your orgasm, making you start whining and yelping as your back arched and your body shake.

“Law! Mm—Fuck!” You yelped as you closed your legs around his head. He pushed your legs apart, as he still carried on with his licking, making you overstimulate.

He pulled away as he gave you a carnal look with a smirk, climbing and leaning on top of you.

“I’m not done with you… I will make sure, you’ll leave this room shaking…”

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[joedirtymadre]

Apologizing after your First Fight

Part 2, (Pls send requests, I like making these!)

MONSTER TRIO + LAW, ACE, SABO

LUFFY

You spent the next day in your room, refusing to eat or just say hi to your worried crew mates. You hugged yourself h def the covers, wondering if you went too far with your words. Maybe you should have said it in a different way…? You continued to wonder whether you should take your captain’s words to heart… “Maybe it would be best if I do start my own crew… a crew that won’t lash out when anyone speaks their mind…” you sighed as you nuzzled deeper into your bed.

Luffy’s POV

I stared off into the sunset while sitting on top of Sunny’s head. “She didn’t have to be so mean…” I grumbled as I continued to stare out into the open. “Luffy!” I heard Bami call out. “Wha-“ I was cut off by a smack to my head. “Ow!” I shouted. “Good! Why is (Y/N) still in her room? Why haven’t you checked up on her?” She asked, annoyed. “…” I stayed quiet. “Answer me!” She glared as she pulled on my cheek. “We haf a fighf,” I said nervously. “A fight?” Robin asked as she joined us. “Yeah,” I said as Nami let go of my cheek. “What did you do?” Nami asked as she crossed her arms. “Nothing! Or… nothing serious! I don’t know why she’s mad at me and trying to boss me around like she’s captain,” I huffed. 

“Are you talking about yesterday?” Nami asked as she sat down beside me. “Yeah… she yelled at me because I left the ship to explore the island,” I explained. “Well why do you think that made her angry?” Robin asked as she sat on the other side of me. “I don’t know… cause I didn’t stay on the ship like I was supposed to… but I got bored!” I groaned. “Ok, but what else did she say?” Robin asked.

“Well… she said she’s mad that I didn’t listen to her, but I’m not a kid!” I argued back. “Ok, well think about it this way. What if you asked (Y/N) to make you a giant meal and she said ok, and later you find out she never made it because she got bored or distracted. Wouldn’t you be mad too?” Nami asked. “Yeah I would, but…” I trailed off. “I get it now, she’s mad cause she asked me to do something and I said ok but I went off to do my own thing…” I said softly, finally understanding. “Good, now go apologize!” Nami said. “Ok!” I said quickly as I jumped up to run to (Y/N)’s room. 

I knocked on her door, hoping she’d answer it. “…coming,” I heard softly. I braced myself for a beating, but when the door opened I saw my girl in front of me. She had frizzy hair, swollen eyes, and was wrapped in a blanket. “(Y/N)…” I said softly. “What do you want?” she asked. “Can I come inside?” I asked. “You’re the captain, you can do whatever you want…” she glared as she walked back towards her bed. I followed her inside and shut the door behind me.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry… I didn’t understand why you were mad, but I get it now. You asked me to do something and I didn’t… I went out to do my own thing…” I said softly as I opened my arms, hoping she’d hug me back. “You really hurt my feelings,” she said softly. “I know, I just didn’t like being told what to do… and at the time I didn’t see what the problem was,” I explained. “You told me to go start my own crew… why would you try to kick me out of the crew so easily?” She asked as her eyes became glossy. “I was mad, I’m sorry… please don’t leave, don’t leave me,” I said as I pulled her into a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll always listen to you, cause I know you’re just trying to keep me and everyone else safe,” I said as I squeezed her tighter. “Alright… but you know you have to make it up to me, right?” She asked softly. “Yeah,” I replied. “It’s gonna be a mean punishment… I mean it,” she laughed as she looked up to me. “That’s fine, as long as you don’t leave. You can’t leave, I won’t let you,” I grinned. “Ok, but I haven't forgiven you yet. That punishment is gonna be big,” she said with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Bring it on,” I laughed.

ZORO

I sat in the dining room, just wanting to clear my head. I know I messed up, but did she seriously have to run away from me? I groaned as I slammed my head on the table. “Hey Moss head, break that forehead somewhere else. We eat there,” Curly brow frowned. “Whatever…” I replied. “Woah, no come back? Did you break one of your swords or something?” He asked as he sat across from me, wiping his hands. “I said something stupid to (Y/N), and I made her upset… I regretted saying it, but in the moment it slipped out… Now she’s been ignoring me for the past few days. “That’s why I’ve been seeing her in Chopper’s office more often,” he said. “Yeah, anytime I find her she runs away…” I groaned. 

“So what did you say?” Sanji asked as he took out a cigarette. “I said… I said I feel like she’s smothering… me,” I said softly. “You dumbass! To (Y/N)?! I should shove my foot down your throat for uttering words like that to her!” The cook glared. I bit my tongue, not wanting to fight. “Did you at least talk to her about wanting space?” He asked. “No…” I sighed as I banged my head against the table again. “You really are a dumb marimo,”

Sanji said. “I know, so what can I do?” I asked. “You’re asking me for advice? That’s a first,” he scoffed. “Well, I would first apologize, and then you need to tell her the reason behind your little tantrum. Cause now she thinks you think she’s a bother, when she’s not,” he said. “That’s… really helpful,” I said. “Now hurry the hell out of here, before I try to steal her away from you,” he said he leaned into his chair. I nodded and rushed out of the dining room.

“(Y/N)!” I began calling around the ship, but no one’s seen her. “Where could she be?” I asked myself. “(Y/N)? She’s in the library,” Chopper said as he walked out of his office. “Thanks!” I said as I rushed off. 

“(Y/N)!” I called out. “Yes?” I heard in a cold tone. I walked towards the voice and found her in a corner reading, not once looking up from her book. “Hey,” I said awkwardly as I walked closer. “What do you want?” She asked. “I wanted to… to see you,” I said slowly. “You sure? Cause I thought I was suffocating you,” she spat. “(Y/N)… I didn’t mean that, I don’t know… in the moment I just felt every-“ she cut me off.

“No need to explain. You want space, I’ll give you space,” she said quickly. “Oh thank god, I was scared you’d leave me… so you understand that sometimes I-“ she cut me off again. “Yep, so there’s no need for us to be together anymore if you find me so suffocating,” she smiled and quickly shut her book. “Wait, what?” I asked. “Why be with someone you find too clingy? I get it, might as well live that lone wolf style you want so bad,” she said as she began leaving. “No! Just please let me explain, just 1 minute,” I pleaded. 

“Ok, 1 minute,” she said as she turned to face me. "I don’t find you annoying, clingy, or anything! I just… sometimes I just miss having alone time, but I don’t want to be alone all the time. God, even I don’t understand myself! I just… I felt like if I said anything you might leave me, but I don’t want you to leave… I love you…” I felt my ears turning red. “If you love me, then why did you think you couldn’t talk to me about this? I understand people needing their personal space, but you really didn’t feel comfortable communicating with me about this? You really think I’m the kind of person that would freak out over that?” She asked as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry… you shouldn’t have to put up with me,” I said, feeling defeated. “Don’t say it like that, I like being with you.” She smiled softly as she stepped closer to me. “Please forgive me, I really don’t want to end things,” I said. “Alright, but make sure you talk to me from now on. Please?” She asked. “Yeah,” I nodded as I pulled her into a hug. “Oh, and you definitely have to make it up to me,” she smiled. “Definitely,” I smiled back.

SANJI

TW* (Eating Disorder, Starvation, Insecurities, etc.)

It’s been a few days now and I’m seriously worried about (Y/N), I grabbed the untouched tray from her door step. “(Y/N) please open the door! Please!” I pleaded as I pounded on the door. No response. I looked at the tray with worry, it’s been 4 days and she hasn’t stepped out of her room once. She hasn’t touched any of the trays of food either… “I’m sorry!” I called out, before finally kicking the door down.

I heard a small yelp. I looked inside and saw her room, clothes thrown everywhere, her closet emptied, and my eyes finally fell to her. She was sitting at her small vanity table, hair disheveled, pale skin, and dull eyes. “You really broke my door down?” She asked as she turned back to the vanity mirror. “I was worried about you, you haven’t stepped out of this room in 4 days, eaten in 4 days! I’m supposed to protect you, take care-” I was cut off. “Shut up! You don’t even care about me!” She spat.

“Why would you say that?” I asked as I stepped closer. “Because look at me… I’m not as pretty as her, not as thin, tall, have crappy hair, dull eyes… I can’t even compete against Nami…” she said softly as her body began to tremble. I stood behind her and softly placed my hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face me. “Are you crazy? You’re perfect, why are you comparing yourself to her?” I asked. “Because I see the way you look at her… the way you talk about her. I mean… you wouldn’t even let me touch her stupid dessert!” she glared.

“(Y/N) I love you, there’s no other woman that I want to be with. You have to believe me,” I said. “Kinda hard to believe you after that day,” she said as she avoided my eyes. “Please, I never wanted to hurt your feelings. My chef hat must’ve been too tight that day… I hate seeing you like this. I miss seeing your beautiful eyes whenever you watch me cook. Your smile can light up 10 billion islands, I love seeing you fight with your hair, I love how you can’t stay clean when we cook, I love how you never get tired of listening about my dream, and I love how you’ve always been so patient with me… Even when I’m being a shitty boyfriend…” I said softly as I wiped her tears with my thumbs. 

“I… I can’t trust you,” she confessed. Those words felt like a knife went through my heart. “I understand…” I said softly as I stood up. I held out my hand, she stared confusedly. “Sanji?” She asked as she looked up. “If you’ll allow me, I’ll happily spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you how much I love you. I won’t let you feel 2nd place ever again,” I smiled softly, hoping she’ll accept. She stared at my hand for what felt like an eternity, but slowly placed hers in mine.

I quickly pulled her into a hug, “I know this doesn’t mean you’re forgiving me, but thank you for giving me another chance,” I said softly as I held on tight. I felt her tense up, but slowly relaxed in my arms. “Now, come on,” I said as I lifted her up. “Huh? W-Where are we going?” She asked, gaining some color back onto her face. “To the kitchen, I can’t let a goddess starve any longer,” I smiled as I walked towards the kitchen. “I-I can walk,” she blushed. “No way, I told you… I’ll happily spend the rest of my life proving myself to you,” I smiled. 

LAW

You tossed your wrench, “Fuck!” you cursed as you laid on the floor next to the wiring you disassembled. That’s it, you’ve given up… you were starving, cold, and exhausted. “What time is it?” You asked yourself and checked your watch to see it was 10PM. “Woah… have I really been here all day? I haven’t eaten… I- Law!” You said as you scrambled to your feet. “He’s gonna be so mad at me… I acted so stubborn and stupid earlier,” You said worriedly as you rushed to your bedroom. You stopped right in front of your bedroom door. “I didn’t even fix the stupid motor, so now I look like a useless asshole,” You whispered to yourself as you slowly entered the bedroom. 

“The asshole part is right,” you heard. You turned to see him sitting in the corner of the room reading under a lamp. You walked up slowly, “Hi,” you said softly. “Hey,” he glared. “Did you end up fixing the motor?” He asked. “N-No,” you stuttered. “Mmm,” he nodded, focusing back on the pages of his book. “L-Law… I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Sorry? For what?” He asked, acting clueless. “I acted like an ass earlier, I just wanted to fix the stupid motor. I wanted to help, but I probably made things worse,” you sighed as you sat in the chair beside him. “Oh well,” he said and closed his book. “I know you just wanted to help me earlier, but… I don’t know. There’s no excuse for my behavior earlier,” you said as you watched him walk to bed. “Well, thank you for your apology,” he said as he tucked himself into bed. 

You sat awkwardly in your chair, maybe this is his way of asking for space? “I-I’ll go bunk with Bepo tonight, you deserve some space…” you trailed off as you headed towards the exit. “I didn’t say you could leave,” his voice boomed. You slowly turned around and walked towards the bed. He stared at you for a few seconds, “Come on already, I know you’re exhausted,” he said as he lifted the blanket. You rushed over and hopped into bed with him. “I’m sorry,” you repeated as you nuzzled into his chest. “It’s fine, we all act like assholes once in a while. I know you just wanted to help fix the motor, but next time take my advice and take a break,” he said as he kissed your forehead. “Mhmm, forgive me for my outburst earlier?” You asked. “Yeah, but you owe me. I had to spend one of our days off alone,” he grumbled. “Alright,” you smiled before falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

ACE

It’s been 2 days since our argument and (Y/N) has been avoiding me like the plague. “Something wrong?” Marco asked. “I just don’t get why (Y/N) is so mad at me… You guys leave all the time without telling us and we don’t say anything,” I sighed as I banged my head against the bar. “Well, we’re not dating (Y/N). So she doesn’t really have the right to know when we’re leaving, but she does for you,” he said. “What?” I asked. “Well wouldn’t you be oissed if (Y/N) took off one day without even saying a goodbye, or even mentioning that she had a personal mission to do?” Marco asked. “Well I mean yeah, but… God I’m such a shitty boyfriend,” I groaned. “Now you get it!” Marco laughed.

“And if I were you, I’d apologize quickly. Heard through the grapevine she asked Pops to go on a personal mission for a while,” Marco said. “What? Without even- oh god I’m an asshole!” I said as I raced towards her bedroom. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” I said as I knocked on the door repeatedly. “What?” She asked as she swung the door open. “I heard you’re leaving? Why?” I asked. “None of your business,” she said as she tried to shut the door, but my foot stopped it.

“It is my business, I can’t just let my-“ she cut me off. “Your what? Cause last time I checked I’m obviously not your girlfriend because you see me as nothing more than a crewmate,” she glared. “No I… I’m here to apologize,” I said slowly. “I didn’t get why you were so upset, but now that the roles are reversed I get it now… I’m acting like a shitty boyfriend, I should have told you that I was leaving. The thought of you just leaving without telling me anything… scares me, because you’re right, what if I never see you again?” I explained as I pushed my way through. She stepped back, “Please forgive me,” I pleaded. 

“You don’t get how many nights I laid awake wondering if I was never going to see you again. If you were ever going to hold me again… why would you put me through that?” She asked. “I wasn’t thinking… I never think, I’m just a big dumbass with an amazing girlfriend who actually puts up with me,” I confessed. “You’re right, you are dumb. But at least you realize how amazing I am,” she softly smiled. I quickly pulled her in for a hug, “Don’t think I’m forgiving you just because you understand what you did wrong,” She said. “I know, I know. How should I make it up to you? Maybe I should spend the whole night making it up to you?” I asked slyly as my hands slid down her back. “Oh u-umm…” she blushed.

SABO

You have been ignoring Sabo for the past week. No matter how many times he’s tried to talk to you, give gifts, or whatever. You were sick and tired of him, you sat on a rock staring out into the sunset. “Hey (Y/N),” you heard a voice behind you. You turned to see Koala, “Hey Koala, what’s up?” you asked. “Nothing much, but I noticed you and Sabo had some sort of argument. He hasn’t told me anything, but I’m nervous I had something to do with it,” she said nervously as she sat beside me.

“Well to be honest, you’re only a small part of the problem. The real reason we fought is because he doesn’t want to spend time with me… The few hours we have free he always spends it reading or training, that we can’t goof off because we’re supposed to always be on high alert. But when he’s with you or anyone else he’s ok with goofing off and running off to go do something fun? I’m over it, he asked me to be his girlfriend. So why should I have to put up with his behavior as if he’s doing me some huge favor of being with me?” You asked. “I’m sorry… I didn’t even think about that… That is pretty crappy of him,” she said slowly. “Yeah, but it’s fine. We can go back to just teammates if that’s what he wants, since that’s how I’m being treated,” you sighed as you laid on your back.

“You’re really not going to give him another chance?” She asked. “I don’t know, but I do know that he’s in the trees behind us listening to us,” you said as you glanced over at Koala. “H-Huh?” She asked as she spun her head around. “Used you as a cover,” you shrugged. “Jeez…” Koala huffed. “It’s fine, but I guess I’ll see you later,” you smiled. “Yeah, don’t be ‘too’ hard on him,” she winked at me and I shrugged in response. 

“Hey…” Sabo called out as he sat beside you. “Hi,” you replied. “I was just p-passing by I swear,” he smiled nervously. “You’re such a bad liar,” you said. “Look… (Y/N), I just wanted to say sorry. I haven’t been treating you so well these past few weeks and instead of spending my days off with you doing things that you like, I’ve gone off and either ignored you or left you alone…” he said slowly. “Yep. I’m glad you realized how crappy you’ve been,” you said as you glanced over to him. “Please forgive me?” He asked as he scooted closer to you. “No,” you said, bluntly. “At least give me another chance? I promise you won’t feel like this ever again,” he said as he grabbed your hand. You stared at him for a few seconds, “I guess, but if you ever pull this type of behavior again… who knows what will happen to you,” you playfully shrugged. “Sounds like a deal,” he smiled. “But… you do owe me, I still haven’t forgiven you,” you smirked. “Jeez, won’t let me off the hook so easily, huh?” he chuckled nervously. “Nope,” you said.

[merbear25]

Mihawk, Zoro, Smoker x pregnant reader?

Hello, hello! Thank you for sending your request. This was really sweet to think about! And with such good choices?? I hope you enjoy what I've written for you. 💜💜

CW: fluff, fem!reader, headcanons/scenario

With a pregnant reader (Mihawk, Zoro, Smoker)

Mihawk

When you first told him you were pregnant, he got up from his seat to wrap you in a loving embrace. He placed light kisses on your forehead and told you how much he was going to help you through the process and he did just that; making sure you were comfortable at all times, he’d give you the utmost care, practically catering to you. The further you got in your pregnancy, the more protective he was of you, which meant you were nagged here and there if you weren’t taking proper care of yourself.

He’d encourage the both of you to go to early parenting classes and would buy you books relating to early child development, of which he’d end up reading more than you. Whenever your feet were swollen, he’d offer you a massage and run a bath for you to ensure you were comfortable. When it came to cravings, he wasn’t going to deny all of them, but he wasn’t going to let you run wild with them either. You’d roll your eyes at him here and there, but seeing him care so deeply about you and the baby truly warmed your heart.

Decorating the baby’s room was something he’d want to plan together. He’d end up doing a lot of the building aspect, while you were painting the walls. Looking over at him and watching him focus on putting the crib together only made you more excited to bring your child into the world.

The two of you would spend each night curled up in each other’s arms, relaxing to the gentle hums coming from the other. Such tender moments were never taken for granted, letting the both of you appreciate every part of this process.

Zoro

His expression went blank upon hearing the news. For a moment he just blinked at you and even asked if he’d heard you correctly. When you confirmed that you were indeed pregnant, his poker face shifted into one of pride—pride in the fact that you created this together, out of love. He was always the protective type, and that wasn’t going to waver any time soon, especially with a baby on the way. There were times you felt a bit suffocated, leading you to sitting him down to reassure him everything was going to be fine and not to worry too much.

To help ease his growing fears, you suggested taking some parenting and birthing classes. During the classes, he put in a lot of effort. Even if it took him a while to grasp everything, he was genuinely trying—that was all you could ask for, really. Whenever you had cravings, you knew how to get him to cave…most of the time. You both chose your battles when it came to the beast that was your intense cravings, but when it got too out of control, he gave in to keep the peace.

When it came to decorating the baby’s room, you would need to be the one responsible for making some sort of plan or else you could very easily waste time redoing it. You put him in charge of building the crib and putting together some of the other furniture, being sure to leave the instructions in his line of vision. He got sidetracked here and there because his thoughts kept wandering to you. He liked watching you paint the walls and hang the curtains.

You both were already exhausted, making you wonder just how much harder it was going to be when the baby finally arrived. Crashing down on the couch, you enjoyed lazily slumping over each other and taking your much earned naps.

Smoker

Hearing the news he was going to be a father made him short circuit. He’d never really considered becoming a father, but that wasn’t to say he never wanted to be. That angelic smile on your face and the pure joy radiating out of you, eagerly awaiting his response, how could he not be thrilled? He was never the best when it came to expressing himself, so he simply hugged you tightly and told you that was wonderful news. Some ways that he did show his affection was through his protectiveness. He just wanted to ensure nothing could hurt you or the baby, but there were times he took it a bit far.

Noticing how seriously he was taking this was great. However, you thought that he should lighten the load stress was putting on his shoulders. You came to him with the suggestion of going to parenting classes and when he told you he’d already looked into it, you couldn’t help but be touched by his initiative. The classes helped his stress reduce a bit, getting him to realize through preparation that everything would be fine.

He came to you fairly early in your pregnancy to start planning the baby’s room. There were already some nice ideas he’d considered and of course, he wanted to share them with you. Despite being a rather intimidating man, it was moments like these when his true nature shined through. Putting himself in charge of building all the furniture, you gladly took the lighter jobs. You snuck a few glances at him, wanting to admire the man who’d be fathering your child.

You didn’t really feel like you had much time to rest with how eager he was to get everything ready. That being said, he didn’t bother you when you were tired. He’d much rather you rested than tucker yourself out unnecessarily. When you took your naps, he came to place a kiss on your temple before continuing his work.

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omg i love your work so much! if your free can you do a fluff scenario of kid where his s/o gives him a ton of cute magnets for his arm and he shows them off like tattoos? 🥰🥰🥰

Character: Eustass Kid Content: s/o giving him magnets for his robotic arm a.n.: I really love this idea and I do love Kid. Hope you enjoy!

Kid was engrossed in his workshop as usual, tinkering away at the scattered items on his cluttered table. Screws, metal scraps, and tools lay in disarray, which he periodically shoved from left to right to create a bit of workspace. Despite the apparent chaos, he had his own unique organizational system, that made sense, only to him. Occasionally, you could hear him mutter curses under his breath, as you watched him from the doorway quietly.

His massive form sat at a well-worn workbench, which had clearly seen better days. The wood bore scratches, burn marks, and a missing corner—hastily patched with a piece of metal Kid had slammed against it. After all, it was a workbench, meant to look used, or so he told himself.

The small light aimed at the bench exaggerated his already bulky form. His foot tapped to the rhythm of the music playing in the background as he continued to tinker. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice your approach.

With your hands in your pockets, secretly holding the little gifts you had gathered, you leaned over his shoulder to see what his calloused hands were creating. Despite their rough appearance, Kid was deft when handling delicate metal parts. You kept quiet, a small amused smile forming on your lips as you wondered how long it would take for him to notice your presence.

Your breath brushed his shoulder, causing him to pause momentarily before resuming his work. He acknowledged your presence with a grunt, "What ya need?"

For Kid, that was quite polite. Anyone else would likely have faced a flying screwdriver or a loud rebuke for interrupting him. But you, you could bother him anytime. Even if he reacted this way, you knew you were welcome.

"Nothing, just curious," you answered innocently—perhaps too innocently. Kid knew you well and sensed you were up to something. He cocked his head towards you, raising an eyebrow, but before he could make a snarky comment, you pulled your hand out of your pocket and let the magnet fall onto his robotic arm. It adhered instantly.

Kid frowned, examining the small, punk-themed magnet now adorning his prosthetic. Placing his tools on the bench, he turned his metal arm for a better look. It was a small magnet, just his style.

"Where’d you get that—Hey!" You interrupted him by placing another magnet on his arm. He didn’t know you’d been collecting these during your travels. Each time you saw a fitting one, you’d buy it, waiting until you had a good collection to surprise him.

With a low hum, Kid turned towards you, still seated on his stool. This was new. He had never considered decorating his arm, which he saw as a weapon rather than a canvas for aesthetics. Your captain spread his legs, leaning back against the workbench, eyes shifting from his robotic arm to you. "What's this all about, huh?"

You stood between his legs, shrugging nonchalantly with a small smile. "It's like having tattoos. You can change them, too. Thought it was a cool idea. Do you like it?"

Kid might be rough around the edges, but he wouldn’t decline a gift from you, even the oddest one. And this? It looked kinda cool. A confident grin spread across his face as he examined the magnets. Most fit his style, though some were cuter, making his grin falter. He groaned in annoyance.

"Y/N, come on. What is this? I can't be running around like this!" He ripped off a magnet featuring a kitten with big eyes and "Anarchy" written below. Clearly, you’d picked it to tease him. Kid was about to discard it, but you snatched it back and reattached it to his arm.

"It's a gift! It’s not that bad. A real man can wear anything, right?." You taunted with a grin, pinching his cheek gently. Kid pulled his face away, rubbing the spot. You always knew what to say to him to make Kid agree. Going after his manhood usually worked. "...you're lucky I like you, Y/N."

He sighed in defeat, giving you a kiss to thank you for the magnets. He liked most of the them, even if a few were embarrassing. But they were from you, and that made them special. You’d clearly put a lot of thought into this, buying so many and especially picking out specific ones which fit his style.

Later that day, Kid kept all the magnets on his robotic arm. His crew commented, mostly positively, but when they saw the "Anarchy Kitten," they burst out laughing, knowing you’d done it on purpose. To their dismay, Kid discovered he could use the magnets as projectiles, slamming them into their faces and easily retrieving them with his power. With a smug grin, he realized the magnets were more useful than he’d thought.

Kid not only kept every magnet you bought but wore them like a badge of honor. Kitten or not, he looked sick with them.

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Hey love ❤️ I love the way you do Zoro angst. I was thinking like Zoro and the reader get pretty drunk at a festival and some guy sweeps her off her feet. Like she's all giggly and blushy and he's miserable about it. I was thinking maybe his perspective. She ends up not going home with this guy cause she knows Zoro's tendency to get lost. He's pissed off but also wasted so he doesn't make much sense. Maybe they argue. Maybe he drunkenly confesses. I think you can pick whether it ends well or not. I like pain.

mwuhahah i thrive off of angst (but i suck at writing it). this also shall have little bit of miscommunication trope (I HATE IT AS MUCH AS THE NEXT PERSON BUT IT MAKES FOR BRILLIANT ANGST HELLO!), and this ends in like unresolved angst and tension (cause i thought that was super funny of me). also a bit of crack included (cause im a jester and a clown and i enjoy making everything a bit stupid).

drunken liabilities ft. roronoa zoro!

set up: check above! the strawhat crew are invited to a celebratory party after saving an island from merciless pirates and somewhere between the drinking and the dancing, zoro finds himself yearning for a certain someone. warnings: dumb people, even dumber plot by me. mentions of alcohol, a fight, random party shenanigans; zoro gets jealous and petty. mutual pining by two idiots. "We're just crewmates" stfu no you're not. nami is the best thing in the universe. yeah, thats about it. wc: 2.7k

zoro saw you.

he saw your smile, and your ability to turn every one of his jabs into a nice, little argument. he saw the way you smiled, all self-satisfactory when you finally shut him up in those arguments. he saw the way you took him on in drinking competitions and how you giggled when he pretended to lose. he saw how pretty you looked, eyes hazy and cheek flushed after each of those competitions.

roronoa zoro saw you, whether you knew it or not.

but now, he saw you swaying your hips with your hands wrapped around a man. a maN?? A MAN THAT WASN'T EVEN HIM?

nami cleared her throat, raising the bottle of beer to her painted lips. she wanted to laugh at zoro's grumpy face, the way his eyebrows were knitted together. but being a woman of honour and virtue, she held back.

"fuck is wrong with him?" zoro muttered under his breath, mentally slicing up that man that was swaying with you. "why is he eye-fucking her?"

"you good?" nami laughed, finally.

zoro begrudgingly shifted his vicious glare from you and that stranger you were dancing with to nami. he gave her a shrug, "whatcha laughin' at, woman?"

"nothing, you're just murdering a man in your head again."

zoro said nothing, finding his words too simple to convey whatever it was that he was feeling. he didn't need to defend himself, after all.

it wasn't jealousy. pfft, ofcourse not.

maybe protectiveness? yeah, thats the word. you were part of the crew. and so, as the first mate, it was his duty to ensure that you were safe and sound from any imminent threat. even if that imminent threat was a man who you were dancing with. now, ofc, the swordsman wasn't a complete idiot. he knew that maybe he had a teeny, tiny-miny crush on you. maybe.

"i don't think it should be this normal for a person to be this casual about murder, zoro." the navigator egged him on.

"we're pirates, who cares." his shoulders slumped downwards as if to showcase his nonchalance about the subject matter.

"we care, we're the good kind."

"yeah, yeah. good kind." the former pirate hunter dragged the bottle to his lips, drinking in the intoxicating liquid as a light thump thump thump built in his head. he closed his eyes and tried to find a second of peace. but the people were singing too loud, and the makeshift lighting too blinding and if zoro recalled correctly, the sake he was chugging on was cheap as fuck. and he had had one too many as always.

typical celebratory things.

"you do know that she's single, right?" nami quipped after a minute, nodding in your general direction, "like, she isn't doing something morally wrong by dancing with a random dude. it's your own fault you're a pussy and can't ask her out."

he cracked open one eye, glaring at the red-head, "yeah okay, do you get paid to be all up in other people's business?"

"no," nami grinned, "but it's fun."

"right." zoro closed his eyes again and ran a light hand through his hair. he tried to guess where the other members of the group were. it wasn't hard to come to a convincing conclusion. he was sure that somewhere in the party, luffy, chopper, and ussop were busy playing some sort of food-related game. sanji was probably busy trying to pick up women. and the others mingling with the townsfolk. but you— what were you upto?

the swordsman's thoughts grabbed him by the collar and shook him like a wet, rabid dog. what if— what if you were swaying along with that man? your head on the stranger's chest, your ass hard against that man. what if that man took you through the unknown alleyways and up to his house and fu—

zoro whipped his face to look to where you were previously dancing. relief washed over his face when he found you on the dancefloor, still intoxicatedly dancing with the stranger.

but now the scene was different.

that guy had lifted you up in his arms. and the people around you (who were drunk out of their pea-shaped minds) hollered and cheered as you burst into a fit of giggles.

"hey, hey easy now." nami gently withdrew the glass bottle from zoro's grasp before he shattered it into a million pieces. the action from the navigator made the green-haired man looked down at his reddened palms in surprise. just protectiveness, right?

when nami spoke up again, she offered her (annoying) crewmate a sympathetic smile, "just go talk to her," zoro ignored the next part of her sentence, "when you're sober, okay?"

and that is how a very drunk roronoa zoro ended up in front of you on the dance floor.

the guy was swiftly carrying you away from the dance floor, to one of the darkened alleyways as you blushed and giggled when zoro approached the both of you.

"hey, i need to talk to ya for a sec." zoro's voice was slightly sluggish while addressing you, but the man turned around and gave him a confused look, "you want something, zoro?"

the swordsman shrugged, dismissing the well-natured man, "wasn't talking to you, was i now?"

drawing out your gaze on zoro, you scrambled off from the man's grip, standing up before answering, "sorry. what is it, zo?"

but it seems like whatever had been on zoro's tongue died within a minute of approaching you and that bastard. he resigned himself to a soft sigh, looking away from you. "nothin'" he grumbled, "nami was sayin that once you're done dancing, meet up with her."

"oh? is that all?" you asked softly, hoping that the stoic man would say something else.

but he was a man of few words, that you knew.

"yeah, well, she says she wants to walk back to the sunny with you. it's unsafe alone." he shrugged, "also, im heading back to the sunny."

"so soon?" and he nodded curtly in response. he gave the man next to you a quick side-eye before attempting to walk away from you at lightning speed.

by now the stranger had almost faded to the background as all your focus fell upon the man your captain called his first mate. as he walked away, his green hair were tousled, his walk a bit jagged up from all the alcohol. the overhead lighting plays with the dips and creases of his kimono and you found yourself following after him.

"hey!! where are ya going?!" the stranger called out after you but his voice faded between the rhythms and thumps of the songs and dances.

"zo!" you called after him, long forgetting the stranger that was spinning you around a few minutes ago. you caught up with him, "you know what? i actually wanna go back too, mind if i walk with you?"

he nodded solemnly, and you didn't mention that it was because you knew he would get lost and get drunkenly passed out on these unknown streets. and you didn't mention that you were worried about him, just because he was your crewmate. that's it.

the both of you walked in uncomfortable silence, as if something sinister was lurking around, waiting to ruin whatever peace remained between the two of you.

"you know." the swordsman voiced as he followed you into a dimly lit street. you were now far away from the celebratory festival, trying to take a shortcut to head back to the ship.

"hm?"

"you shouldn't get that close to a stranger." his words were innocent enough; a cautionary advice from one crewmate to the other. but it was his tone — dashed with a tiny bit of accusation — that made your skin crawl.

"well," you glanced back over your shoulder, finding his drunken form trailing you, "i don't really need you to tell me what to do. i can take care of myself, i know how to fight."

he scoffed, "oh, do you?"

maybe it was his tone. oh no, it was definitely his tone that pissed you off. so, you turned around. crossing your arms over your chest, you stared him down, "what's the problem with you?"

both of you were drunk, and the tension between you two ran high. one slip of tongue, one wayward action and the swordsman didn't know how the night would end— with you in his arms or with your dagger in his chest.

so, he decided not to take his chances. it was too risky, too bold. and the swordsman was never the kind to take uncalculated risks. so, he stifled his words and brushed past you. walking ahead now, he declared into the night air, "nothing's the problem with me, was jus' offering advice. don't take it if ya don't want it."

you followed suit, voice growing agitated, "why do you have a problem if i'm dancing with somebody else. or even making out or fucking them. it's none of your business. we're friends."

now it was his turn to turn around and glare at you, "i know that."

he paused for a second. were you really that stupid? did you not notice that whatever was left of his wretched heart belonged to you? or did you notice and you liked to stomp over it, anyways?

he finally sucked in a breath, steadying his drunken thoughts, "as you said, we're friends. you're part of the crew. and i was just l-looking out for you—"

"—well, you don't fucking have to. i am grown adult, zoro."

and just like that, whatever argument he had died within him. and he looked at you, dumbfounded. then, his gaze hardened and he stepped forward. were you really that stupid? or was he just that good of an actor for you to not see him the way he saw you?

he highly doubted the second one. maybe you were just very dense.

your breath hitched as he walked forward. if you had forgotten how scary the former pirate hunter can be, you were reminded right this second as you backtracked slowly. the two of you moved in tandem till your back was pressed against a solid wall and zoro stood directly in front of you.

towering over you, the menacing first mate said nothing as his gaze bore down holes into you.

"zo—zoro?" your voice was a meek whisper, eyes drifting downwards to avoid looking at him.

and suddenly, he was hyperaware of the situation he had forced you into. the closed proximity of it all, as you looked away from him. for someone who was a swordsman, he was certainly losing his patience. so, he simply pulled back, giving you some space. he sighed, he had clearly drunk too much tonight.

all that alcohol with all that pining was messing with his brain, "you should stay back, i'm going to the ship."

"what are you talking about—"

"—just go, enjoy. you're right, it is none of my business who you see." and with that the swordsman walked away.

"huh?? zoro!" you yelled after him, an unyielding resolve in your voice, "whe- where ARE YOU EVEN GOIN' ALONE? YOU'RE GONNA LOSE YOUR WAY!"

but in his classic avoidant way, he ignored you. taking long steps through the dusty road to reach the ship.

"oh my god, are you GONNA MAKE ME RUN TO REACH YOU?"

but he dismissed you again, clenching his jaw and continuing to walk. and you decided to jog to catch up with him, much to your dismay. he scoffed over his shoulder, fingers dancing along the hilt of his swords, "no need. sorry i ruined your plans tonight."

and that halted you dead in your tracks. to fuck with any apologies you had, who was he to pass around judgement for what you do?

"what's that supposed to mean? fuck you." you spat out, "i'm going back to the crew."

"fine by me." he grumbled, turning around to face you, "have fun."

"will do." you seethed, trying to raise his hackles, "make sure you don't pass out on the streets like a drunkard."

"even if i do, i'd be fine." he was getting more and more irritated, trying to raise your hackles right back, "why do you care?"

"ugh." you stepped forward, jabbing his chest accusatorily, "i was so dumb to leave that super nice guy to come chase after you! all you care about are your swords and your dumb sake."

he pursed his lips. what were you both even arguing about anymore? it made no sense, any of it. he wasn't even sure why the two of you were yelling at each other anymore. the nightly winds were unforgiving and cold. and all he knew was that as you yelled at him, blood rushed to your cheeks and your eyes came ablaze. your brows furrowed and lips fell into a pout as you awaited him to answer you. the gentle caress of the winds washed your hair over your face and you pushed them back in annoyance.

dammit.

zoro never believed in gods, but right now he would curse whatever deity sat above for making you so goddamn pretty. and making him so goddamn stupid.

as if looking at you would lead to his demise, now, it was his turn to look away. slowly drawing in a breath, he muttered, "jus' go back, there's no point arguing."

"fine. i'm leaving."

and wow, there must be some sort of cruel deity above. one who especially had a vendetta against zoro.

because, as if on cue, the man who you had been dancing showed up. he was slightly out of breath, as if he had run to come catch up with you, "hey! uh," he stopped short as he saw the stare off between you and zoro. "sorry, am i interrupting something?"

you turned around to look at the man, "what? no. nothing." you paused, giving zoro a short glace, "what are you doing here?"

"i uh—" the stranger shifted on his feet, a nervous smile on his face, "i- well, my friends forced me to come after you. i— i just... i know you guys are leaving in two days, but i was wondering if you would maybe wanna spend some time with me tonight? i, uh, i would really like to get to know you."

zoro stared at the man in a strange mix of jealousy and awe. was it that easy to confess?

"—it's okay if you're tired!" the man spluttered on, "i mean, i just wanted to talk— only if you want to, of course."

clearly, it was. because you turned away from zoro, giving that stranger a genuine smile, "you're too sweet. and, i was heading back to the party anyways, so might as well—"

"—really?" the man beamed and you nodded, walking towards him, mirroring his smile.

roronoa zoro watched you walk away, not even sparing him a sliver of a glance. and all of a sudden, the night air was too chilly and his headache too annoying and his heart, it ached.

before you turned to next street and disappeared with the stranger, you looked back at him. something in your gaze that begged the first mate to stop you, to call you back to him instead.

but he didn't.

all zoro could do was stand there, stupefied. you turned the corner, taking your gaze off of him with mild disappointment. before you turned, he saw you laughing at something the stranger had said.

zoro had no idea how long he stood there, transfixed at the ghost of you that was once in front of him.

roronoa zoro always saw you, right? well, now, he just saw you leave.

"what are you doing here? lost your way, marimo?" sanji asked as he materialized out of thin air on that street.

"huh?" zoro broke out of his daze, "what are you doing here?"

"hah," sanji looked smug, ignoring his question and blowing out a puff of smoke, "what did i expect from the idiot with no sense of direction."

"oh, go fuck yourself, shitty cook."

now, why did sanji show up at the exact moment zoro got his heart (whatever of it was left, anyways) broken?

the gods above must be laughing at the swordsman.

credits: to @bucciniexe for the format of the header; @chachachannah for the divider above! a/n: i don't know if this was nearly angsty enough, but i really do picture zoro as an avoidant who runs from his feelings for quite a long time. sooo, i hope this was angsty enough. thankyou @screaming-crying-screamingagain for the prompt, hope you like it mwuah <3

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She Was Mine

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Word Count: 3,000+

Synopsis: A new transfer is tasked with guarding Doflamingo as he visits the world government headquarters. Doflamingo becomes intoxicated and reminisces about the love of his life to this new transfer, confessing he still loves her and wants to be with her.

Themes: Doflamingo x f!reader, drinking, intoxication, confessions of love, injury, talks of death, assassination, canon divergence, Lourdes Jordi is an OC (and an unfortunate venting target), Doflamingo is a sloppy drunk.

Notes: @feral-artistry said Doflamingo is a sloppy drunk who dials his exes and shows up on their doorstep. I needed to see it, so here is my little take on it. Image is a screen grab from one piece.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

The newest transfer in the world government center did not truly know what he was expecting while on the infamous ‘Warlord Watchdog' shift. Many marines shied away from signing up for such a feat, opting to remain fixed on their assigned tasks and not put forth their names for extra credit.

Jordi didn't know. He truly had no idea what exactly he had placed his name at the top of the sign up list. A pay rise? Certainly. The month off from night shift? Absolutely. Babysitting an inebriated violent blonde man in a pink, feathered coat as he cried into the twelfth wineglass in a row, babbling about a love once forgotten to all that heard him? Not exactly what he was hoping for.

Donquixote Doflamingo had been drinking all day, lazing about and perching on the round table in the center of the meeting space. He had flirted with both Sir Crocodile, and Vice-Admiral Tsuru in the same sentence, reaching for Mihawk’s red wine glass and taking a lengthy swig and winking at him once draining it dry.

All of the guards in the room were on edge, but Jordi remained steadfast and strong. He did not want to be placed on Donquixote duty, and instead had hardened his resolve to ask Tsuru to be assigned to Mihawk or Kuma. Instead, Tsuru took his competency and stoicism as a sign that he could handle Doflamingo for the remainder of his time at the world government headquarters.

As Doflamingo reached for lucky number thirteen for the afternoon, he halted his soft sob and sniffed back a solemn smile.

“She was mine,” he whispered, his fingers shaking as he finally made his eyes focus on the glass, “You know? She was all mine. I had her, if you catch my meaning.” Jordi gulped back his fear, darting his eyes over Doflamingo's face and attempting to understand where he was coming from.

“Name, officer,” the tall blonde barked at him, prompting the young man to jolt back in his stance.

“Jordi, sir,” the younger man stated, his nerves no longer born on his features. “Lourdes Jordi of the Fourth Flight, reporting to Vice-Admiral Tsuru, sir.” Doflamingo clicked his tongue, lulling lazily in a drunken stupor as he hung the wineglass off to the side.

“And you're, what? Eighteen? Nineteen, even?” Doflamingo slurred, his glasses falling askew on his features as he looked the young man over.

“I'm twenty-two, sir,” Jordi nodded to Doflamingo with a deep furrow in his brow. Doflamingo cackled, his eyes puffy from his earlier depletion of emotion.

“Ah, then join me, Mister Lourdes.” The king of Dressrosa gestured to the seat in front of him, “Share in one of these piss-poor excuses of a rosé with me. It's sweet, dry and absolutely disgusting. She would never approve.”

Jordi was at an impasse. On the one hand, he was on duty serving the world government in babysitting the messy, drunk warlord. On the other, he needed something to numb the pain of babysitting the aforementioned messy drunk warlord.

Glancing at the time, he noticed it finally ticked over to six in the evening, which meant his guard shift had ended for the day. Sighing out, he slowly retracted the empty bar stool from its position tucked beneath the table and took his seat. Doflamingo chuckled, topping up his wine glass and pouring one for the bronze-skinned younger man.

“Have you ever been in love, Mister Lourdes?” Doflamingo asked him, flailing the rose bottle as he spoke, spilling a small trickle from the top and dampening the mahogany table. Without waiting for an answer from the younger man, he continued.

“She was… everything to me. My whole world, my northern star shining in the night and bringing me hope in the dark. My angel, my darling,” the Donquixote king of Dressrosa trailed off a series of pet names in both Dressrosian and Marijoan, leaving Jordi feeling far more out of his depths as he initially felt embarking on such a feat.

“My sun bringing my warmth in the deepest winters, my moon rising the tides of passion in my soul,” Doflamingo again began to sniff back his glassy tears, prompting him to raise his hand to his face and remove his ruby glasses. Placing them on the table, he pinched his brow and began to sob against his fingertips.

Jordi thought on his feet, raising his wine glass outwards and upwards in a gesture of good will. He offered a small sentiment in his speech, his lips curling in a sympathetic smile.

“Shall we toast to her memory, king Donquixote?” the younger man suggested, prompting Doflamingo to look through his fingers up at him curiously. Jordi pressed on, “You are mourning her passing, yes? Should we not toast for her?”

“She's not dead,” Doflamingo snarled, releasing his eyes from his hands and reaching forward and brushing his wine glass against Jordi’s with a sarcastic grin, “She just tossed me aside, ruining me for any other potential partner because she destroyed my soul and shattered my heart like porcelain on concrete.”

“Oh,” was all Jordi offered in response, sheepishly biting back his empathetic grin and raising his glass to his lips. The liquid touched his tongue, the sweetness spreading over his palate and igniting the follicles on the back of his neck in response to the tart tang. He grimaced at the flavor, prompting Doflamingo to laugh in a low snicker.

“Tastes like piss, doesn't it?” Doflamingo teetered off his laughter and drained his glass in one fell swig, “Drink up, boy. You need to get on my level here.” Jordi groaned quietly, knocking back the sweet liquid and hissing as soon as it impacted his stomach.

Doflamingo poured himself another glass, pouring Jordi’s one second and placing the empty bottle on its side against the table before giving it a small spin. Watching the glass rotate, Jordi shook his head and formed a question in his mind about it.

“You seem awfully upset, sir. What exactly did she do?” Doflamingo sighed forlornly in response, his heart pooling in his eyes and glazing them over with glassy emotion.

He hastily drew his shirt open and pointed to a small mark in his chest. Jordi leaned forward, examining the divot and noticing the precision in the mark and how the raised welt healed in a soft silver.

“She stabbed me in the chest with her favorite blade,” Doflamingo smiled proudly before the tear that threatened to spill finally teetered over the edge, “Do you know what that means?”

Jordi sat back in his seat, his eyes widening as he took in the information that someone was close enough to Doflamingo to land a single blow. The divot in his chest was enough of an indication of the intimacy of such a heinous act on someone so dangerous.

“What does that mean, sir?” Jordi whispered, his eyes darting between the unadulterated gaze given to him from the warlord. Doflamingo sobbed, raising his glass to his lips and taking a lengthy gulp.

“It means,” he grunted back the bile rising in response to the hasty drainage of the alcohol, “She loved me. She truly loved me.” Jordi’s eyes widened at such a deranged conclusion, prompting him to raise his glass to his lips.

“What brings you to that end, sir?” Jordi tested him with his voice even and unwavering, “A blade to the chest would hardly mean such an expression, surely?” Doflamingo leaned forward, his motions slowed by the alcohol and slurred in each action.

“Because, Mister Lourdes,” Doflamingo snarled at him, leaning in closer before his lips curled into an unfamiliar and highly expressive pout, “If she wanted me maimed, she would've aimed for my face.” He leaned closer, gesturing to his cheeks before gesturing to his throat, “And if she wanted me dead, she would've aimed for my jugular.”

Doflamingo sat back in his seat and spread his knees wide, relaxing into his chair with a prideful smile.

“No, Mister Lourdes,” he continued, sniffing a lengthy inhale through his nose and smiling a true grin, “No, she loved me so much. She was mine, sh-she loves me.” Jordi nodded along politely, fearing the delusion that was expelling from the blonde warlord.

“Who was she, sir?” Jordi’s curiosity peaked, his eyes never leaving the lengthy blonde eyelashes or ruby tint of the warlords irises, “A pirate, a marine, a princess?”

Doflamingo slurred a name familiar in reputation enough to him that had Jordi's glass drop from his palm and shatter on the ground beside him. His lips parted in shock, his eyes widening and staring in shock and disbelief.

“There's-... There's no way-...” Jordi whispered, watching as Doflamingo's eyes glazed over as his consciousness slowly departed from him.

Doflamingo collapsed on the table, the weight of the potent fluids finally igniting his veins and causing him to buckle beneath his stupor. Jordi signaled the barkeep to call for backup to move the ten foot giant.

Lying in your bed, you are suddenly awoken by your Den-Den snail. Rolling immediately to your side, you sit completely upright in your bed and click the speaker to awaken the sentient technology.

You state your name in a monotonous drall, not allowing the fact you were in the midst of an REM cycle not seconds ago dissuade you from conversing precisely.

“State the target,” you utter darkly, not paying attention to what the snail was morphing into to match the distinction of the person on the other end of the call.

“Cara mia,” the voice on the other end slurred back at you, “Te amo, mi princesa.” You groan, lulling your head back and rolling your eyes at the all too familiar voice. You could almost taste the alcohol from within the mouthpiece, the snail missing the signature glasses and eyes looking red and swollen.

“Donquixote,” you utter in return, your malice dripping in venomous viscosity in every syllable, “I informed you the last time, lose this snail code. I refuse to-.”

“-Please, my love,” his hush whisper cut through the piece, his desperation pouring from his lips like warmed honey, “Please, I just want to hear your voice. My heart is with you, always. Let me hear your voice. Let me hear your melodies sing for me their sweet song.” You growl, rolling your eyes and prompting you to lie back against your pillows and pout.

“You’ve been drinking,” you note, feeling his tone shift and slur along with his uttered praises. “What have you been drinking?”

“I had tequila with breakfast, a mimosa or two to follow,” he slurred, prompting you to wince back at his confession, “Everything started getting blurry at the fourth shot, or maybe it was the absynth? I know that it got foggy for a minute there when I drank from the swordsman's wine.”

“Ah, you've mixed poisons then,” you nod before shaking your head at his confession, “You will likely not recall making this call, like all the others you've made in the past.”

“I remember them all, my love. My darling, the siren who sings my praises as she shepherds me into my doom,” he coos into the mouthpiece, “Mi princesa, mi reina, tell me you love me. Tell me, please.” You shake your head.

“It’s been a long, long time, Doflamingo,” you utter darkly, shaking your head and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“But a bat of an eyelash,” he whispered in return, “A beat of a butterfly’s wing.” You shake your head, closing your eyes and mourning your lack of slumber.

“You have had much to drink to spoil your mind and sour your words,” you sigh into the receiver. He returned your sentiment, sighing in a sarcastic breath back at you.

“My mind has never been clearer,” he slurred, “My thoughts are only of you and that pretty knife you pressed into my chest. Your lips close to mine, your thighs straddling my waist, my mind only thinks of you.”

“Doflamingo-,” you sigh, his voice cutting you off with a sorrowful sob.

“As is my heart. Always with you,” he sobbed, his breath hitching and his tobe coming out in soft sniffles, “Just-... Just tell me you love me. Tell me you feel something for me. My heart can't take it.”

You huff out your resolve, shaking your head and closing your eyes shut. Your heart panged with guilt, feeling your heart reignite with passion long since forgotten and lost to the ages that fell between you.

“Of course I did,” you whisper in a hushed hiss into the mouthpiece, “Or I would've carved out your eye, split your face with my blade, or simply killed you to prove my loyalty to the assassin's guild for the celestial dragons.” Your dark confession raises a hum from the other end of the call.

“You 'did'? Does that mean you no longer feel for me?” you shake your head and glance up at the ceiling. He sniffs, his heart pouring out to you over the transceiver with each passing moment.

“I-...” you began, reopening your eyes and sighing in exasperation, “...You know I do, Dof. That's why I've taken out each person who's presented me with a contract to kill you.” He swoons, his voice crying for you in a keening mewl.

“My guardian angel protects me as I still draw breath?” his tears spill with each hushed whisper, “Even though you're prevented from being with me, our love was never sanctioned, and our world's far distant from one another. You still love me even now, don't you?”

Emotion began to well in your chest, springing up like a forgotten fount being pumped at a rusty, iron piston. You bite back your sorrow, feeling it overcome you with grief.

“Of course I do, Dof,” you admit into the transponder. Your heart soars for him before you remember the state he decided to call you in. Shaking your head, you bite back your emotion and ask him, “Will you still love me in the morning?”

After taking a moment to collect himself, Doflamingo sniffed back his sorrow and confessed to you.

“I will love you all mornings until my eyes close in their eternal slumber,” he whispered his dark confession, “Each day the sun rises, I will love you. And for each day the light disappears on the horizon, I will mourn for you as I remain alone in my love without you beside me.”

Sighing and shaking your head, you close your eyes as your heart splits in two at his confession. Clapping your palm over your lips, you refuse to allow him the luxury of knowing he'd moved you so easily with such pretty words.

You, a hardened assassin made to prove your devotion by attempting to kill Donquixote Doflamingo for the Celestial Dragons as their prize jewel in their vast treasury. He survived your attack, the dragons understanding that his healers were some of the best available and not questioning his survival when you presented them with your soiled blade and somber expression. They found it entertaining to have someone like you in their armada.

Their forgiveness came as a double edged blade: you were their preferred contract killer and were to live a life of luxury, and you in turn were to never return to your old life as a bounty hunter for someone as lowly as a Vice-Admiral. You were welcomed into Marijoa with opened arms and granted a title amongst the menagerie.

Doflamingo was a hindrance, and your love for him was depicted as weakness. Stabbing him was the easiest way to part from both of those inhibitions. The heart was an easy choice, considering how it broke yours to make such a terrible decision.

“You still there, my love?” Doflamingo's voice echoed within the transponder, breaking you away from your reflection.

“Always,” you respond in kind, closing your eyes and focusing on his words. His breathing was labored, his soft groans and cries for you coming across in each breath.

“Come to me?” he whispered to you, his heart in every cracked syllable as he coaxed you to come closer with his beckoning cry. “I want to see you. Please come to me?”

“We both know I can't,” you utter in return, “My face is too recognisable these days, and my reputation as an assassin for the celestial dragons has the seas part for me as welcome.” He groaned for you, his heart in every gruff whine.

“But do you want to?” he whispered, “That's all I want to know. Do you want to see me? To be with me? To lay beside me and watch the clouds with me?” You press your head back into the pillow and stifle a soft sob for him.

“Of course I do,” you utter in return, “I love you, Doflamingo. Never doubt that.” He whimpered in the mouthpiece, prompting you to shake your head and utter, “As always, if you remember any of this conversation. I'll be waiting.”

At that final word, you hung up the receiver and ended the call between you. The calls were getting more frequent, his drunkenness prompting his sloppiness and desperation between every call. Slouching back into your bed, you wait for sleep to claim you back into its arms.

That slumber never comes, reflecting in turn the call that you never received from Donquixote Doflamingo. No matter how many times he calls you while drunk on whatever fluid of choice of the evening, his call once sober never arrives.

As you prepare your coffee in the morning, your sleeplessness provoking you to make a greater caffeine to liquid ratio, your Den-Den roars to life in its soft, frog-like, chirp. Expecting one of your superiors, you almost drop your earpiece as an all too familiar voice purrs at you.

“Are you still waiting, my love?” Doflamingo asks you, his breath halting in his chest as he anticipates your answer, “I-... I meant every word. Every syllable. Every breath,” his voice crackles in the snail distorts his voice briefly, “As promised, I still love you in the morning. All that remains is one question.”

You suck in a soft breath, waiting to hear his words as you grip the handle of your coffee cup further.

“Do you still love me in return?”

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine getting King to dance with you

At a beast pirate party

Kaido: [drunk] King, why won't you dance with me?

King: [sneers in disgust] I don't dance.

Kaido: [crying] it's like you don't care about me at all!

King: [huffs] I will do anything for you Kaido-sama... Well, anything but that.

Kaido: [puts on a puppy-dog face, in an attempt to bed] pwease?

King: ... I will not debase myself for the entertainment of others, and please don't do that sir, it's unbecoming.

Queen: [takes Kaido's hand, twirls, and dips him in his arms] Fret not boss, I shall dance with you!

Kaido: [initiates a tango]

Crew: [cheers]

King: [retreats to his seat next to you] finally

You: [smiles at him] Would you like a drink, sir?

King: [yes please [scoops up his sake cup and holds it out to you]

You: [pours him a drink] There you go, you've had a long day, you deserve a nice cold cup of sake.

King: [downs it in one gulp and holds it out again] I deserve more than one for putting up with that scumbag Queen.

You: ... you don't like being in the spotlight, do you?

King: It's not my favorite.

Later, when the party is winding down

You: [a bit drunk, and dancing with a few female crew members]

King: [gets up and stumbles a bit] I think I am going to retire for the night]

You: aww, not yet King, I haven't seen you dance yet.

King: I told you I don't dance.

You: But you move so elegantly when you fight, there's no doubt in my mind that you must be a good dancer.

King: you think I move elegantly during combat?

You: you must have at least one dance move in your repertoire.

King: [huffs]

You: please.

King: [reluctantly does the stanky leg]

You: AAHhh!

King: [heats up with embarrassment, and makes heat mirages appear around his head] Can I go to bed now?

You: yes, you may, but wait up, I'm coming with you. If you're not here, this party isn't worth staying at.

King: oh, okay.

You: [grabs your stuff] let's bounce.

King: I'll walk you to your rooms.

You: how kind of you.

At your rooms

You: Thank you for your company tonight

King: wait [grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him, and starts to dance to the muffled music from the party]

You: oh, so you do dance.

King: only for you.

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Listen in my defence Garp is a Dilf or a Gilf depending on the time line XD 

Maybe Garp (or Sanji if writing Garp makes you uncomfortable) S , K , I , W , H

Congratulations! You got six letters because I accidentally did V instead of W at first!

Also I will write for any character from One Piece (barring child characters given that this alphabet is inherently more mature) so long as I've gotten to them in the show, so you don't have to worry about me not wanting to write for a certain character. Like I would write for Blackbeard if someone requested him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Given Garp's insane strength, it would be very easy for him to hurt you even just accidentally. He never sets out to hurt you. With his power and his connections, there's no real need for violence. However, if you catch him in a bad mood and really push your luck, he might grab you too tight and effortlessly break your arm. He realizes what he's done the second he hears the snap and immediately regrets it. You'll be hauled off to see a doctor immediately and he spends the next month spoiling you in an attempt to make you forget about what happened. All that being said, upsetting him to this point is borderline impossible, so this is very unlikely to happen.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

All that he wants is someone to have by his side for the rest of his life. Ideally, someone that isn't going to raise his blood pressure like the rest of his family does. He just wants to be able to relax and have fun with his darling in his down time. You guys are going to get married, but it'll likely be no more than a marriage certificate unless you really push for a wedding. He's too old and set in his ways to care that much about ceremonies and "superficial shit", as he puts it.

Don't worry about children. This man has adult grandchildren. He's good. He really does not want to be starting over with a baby at his age. Not to mention the fact that everyone in his family is a damn criminal. He does not want to see another descendant on a wanted poster before his deathbed, thank you very much.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Presuming that you two have a significant age gap, Garp is usually mistaken for being your father. He isn't a particularly romantic man (no one in this family is), so very little about his behavior would make people think that you're a couple. In public, he'll be walking beside you, but usually isn't touching you beyond brief touches to get your attention. He's talking loudly (usually lightheartedly complaining about his family) and making dumb jokes.

In private, he's a bit more affectionate, but most of the time it's in an annoying way. He's like a young boy that thinks the only way to get his crush's attention is by being a nuisance. Except you're married and he's in his seventies. He'll be pranking you and going out of his way to do things that'll get a rise out of you. He can be normally affectionate with quick kisses on the cheek before he leaves the home, or by picking you up in a hug and spinning you around.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Desperation for a normal family member combined with his devil-may-care attitude. If he finds someone that he likes well enough to pursue a relationship with, why shouldn't he go after them just as strongly as he would a pirate? What's so wrong about him wanting to have some company on lonely nights? He's a marine. He's a good man. You'll come around and learn to appreciate this arrangement.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You have three options with Garp:

1: If he isn't bringing you with him on his ship while he's working, you have all of that time to make a break for it. It might be tricky giving the marine base he keeps you at the slip, but it's much easier than trying to run away from him directly. These escapes will be short lived. Maybe a week into your freedom, Garp will rock up wearing a hawaiian shirt and carrying a suitcase while asking why you went on vacation without him.

2: You have three step-grandchildren that would be eager to get involved. You don't even need to convince them that you're here against your will. All you have to do is ask if they want to piss off their grandfather and they'll be on their way to wherever you are to begin the game of darling-keep-away.

3: Assuming there's a big age gap here... you could also just wait him out. Sure, it'll probably take a couple of decades for him to finally kick the bucket. He isn't the type of yandere to kill his darling so he can "take them with him", so you'll still have the rest of your life left. It'll be easy to afford a therapist for everything you went through after you cash in on your late husband's pension and life insurance policy, so at least you have that to look forward to.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

As discussed in H, yes, but it's accidental. He genuinely has no desire to harm his darling. His attitude is too carefree and lax with you to become violent without several other extreme factors being at play.

[tonberry-yoda]

IDK HOW THE SMOOCH SERIES WORK SO CAN I REQUEST GIVING A SMOOCH TO USOPP (he needs more love)

notes - OH YAY HI <333 So basically, for anyone else who doesn't know how smooches work, you just put a character in my inbox and I write a little blurb of smooches for them ! Nothing too crazy, just cute little stuff. It's so good to see you here though omg, I love getting requests done for you <3 Also USOPP AHHHH He's the love of my life THANK YOU

You couldn't help but stare at Usopp while he tinkered on something new. He was so cute when he was working. His tongue would stick out a little and he would turn both what he was tinkering on and his head, even though he didn't need to.

You always acted like you were reading or working on something, but you were really just watching him. You couldn't help it. He was just so cute.

But finally, you couldn't keep it to yourself.

"You're so cute, Usopp." you told him as he was trying to pry two pieces apart, stretching out his legs to do so as well.

He froze and looked up with bright pink cheeks. "Wh-What?"

"I'm serious," you giggled. "You're cute."

It looked as though Usopp forgot entirely about what he was working on, and his focus was on you.

"What?" You tilted your head.

"Don't play around like that." He looked down, embarrassed.

"I'm not playing around!" You got up from your spot and sat next to Usopp. "I'm really serious."

He looked at you and his cheeks were bright red. "y/n, please-"

But before he could keep going, you pressed a kiss onto both of his cheeks, and finally his nose.

You left him stunned when you got up and exited the room.

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Numbers Game ~ Part 27

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 8775

Ao3 Link

Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Extras: Author's Vision of the Party Attire ~ Reader ~ The Boys

Summary: Cedrick Sylvad joins the Cross Guild for an after dinner drink after you watch your sweet, lovely clown murder a man for you.

Author's Note: I hope it doesn't cause any confusion, but I'm going to adjust the readers POV symbols to match everyone else's (it's been driving me crazy, lol). I didn't know I was going to be doing all this POV switching when I started, so from now on each section marked with ~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~ will be the reader's current POV, and reader's flashbacks will be marked with ~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~ I will eventually edit the previous chapters for consistency, but I'm too busy writing right now! 🥰

Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Reader | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | ⏰ ~ Flashbacks for listed POV | ⚫ ~ Scenes depicting Dark Content as listed in Author's Notes

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Grief, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Biting, Flirting, PIV Sex, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

No thought. No hesitation.

Instinct. The clown’s hands had already been gripping the man’s face, forcing him to look toward the crowd of leeches.

“...The Cross Guild, and their overpriced whore–”

Killing had never been that fucking satisfying. The sound of that neck snapping felt like some grand bell, ringing just for her. 

There she was. 

My girl. My star. You know I love you, don’t you?

Y/N stared down, beautiful eyes held wide as she scanned that dead piece of shit’s body before returning to his gaze, his smile. 

She smiled back.

Buggy drank her in, feeling as though he could stay there forever, sustained, sated, safe. The world was quiet and warm, soft and secret, just for them.

My shining star really does love me.

Her smile deepened, so cute he felt he might faint when she started to chew on her bottom lip. 

What a feeling.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“New Giant Warriors?’ More like New Giant Pains in my Ass!”

“You said it, boss!”

Buggy sighed, feeling stress building into a pressure between his brows. 

“Go grab another bottle,” he ordered, shooing his henchman away from the booth before he gave in to the urge to start yelling. 

This tavern is way too fucking snooty for that. Pricey as shit too.

“I’m sorry to intrude, sir, but I couldn’t help but overhear about your business concerns. I’d like to offer my services as a financial advisor, if you’re open to–”  

“Excuse me? Oh, uh… What?”

Buggy gawked at the gorgeous woman that had just said so many strange words, her professional attire, and polite smile making him itch. His eyes darted around, not seeing any groups she could have been with that might have dared her to talk to the pirate clown. 

“My name is Y/N, and I’d love to sit for an interview. If I may take up some more of your time, Captain Buggy, sir?”

Buggy nodded, forcing his mouth to close while she took his crew member’s seat. He sat up a little straighter, tugging at his striped vest as if it would make him look any less of a mess than he was.

“Here, Captain–” 

“Bring a fresh glass, then scram.”

~~~

Buggy couldn’t understand her con. She wasn’t asking for money out the gate. Somehow, this stunning woman almost managed to bore him with her numbers rant. Her method of persuasion was nowhere near flashy enough to swindle him, if anyone. 

Might work on nerds.

He hadn’t meant to snort, giving an awkward smile when Y/N stopped talking about diversification long enough to chew on her lip, staring into her empty glass. She’d downed her first drink too fast, and nodded at Buggy’s offer for a refill. 

“I’d be happy to provide a list of ref—“

“Why are you doing this?”

She’s so pretty. Too pretty. 

“I’m sorry?”

Buggy took a breath, trying not to take his shit out on this random woman at a tavern, but if she was fucking with him…

“I mean, why are you talking to me? Really?”

He needed to stop looking at her. She got cuter and cuter with every little expression that danced across her features.

“I’d like to be your financial advisor, and provide support as you grow Buggy’s Delivery—“

“Boring.”

Y/N’s lips parted in a shocked smile, before she snared Buggy with the most brutal trap he’d ever come across.

She laughed. 

A surprised sound, almost sharp, as sparks lit up behind her eyes. 

“It is boring, isn’t it?”

The clown shook his head while the stranger devolved into giggles, losing her perfect posture when she slumped against the booth’s cushioned bench. 

“I’m great at my job, Captain Buggy,” Y/N declared after catching her breath. “I want to go with you, and I know that my skills will help your business thrive.”

What a weird girl. 

“I don’t take people on without getting to know them a bit,” Buggy offered tentatively as he topped off his glass. “If you’re gonna join my crew, I need to know what kind of person you are.”

“How can I—“ 

“How about you start by talking about anything besides numbers,” Buggy ordered, knocking lightly on the table in front of her.

“Oh…”

She frowned, and his world seemed to shrink until it wrapped around her, everything else going dark. 

I like the smile better.

“Fine,” the clown gave an exaggerated sigh, slipping a small box out of one of the many hidden pockets of his vest. “Since you like numbers so much, why don’t you help me out with a little trick…”

~~~

“It’s the six of spades,” Y/N chirped, glowing more with every correct prediction as Buggy shuffled the cards, laying out a certain number face up, and face down. He’d let his voice shift for her, that playful, encouraging tone he used to make his marks feel special. 

“Alright, doll, count for me.”

Y/N counted while he laid out the rest of the cards one by one, until she called out “twenty two,” and her hand flew toward him.

She’d reached for the deck, but grabbed his hand instead. The clown was too fast, revealing the six of spades with a satisfied smirk while this beautiful woman gave a flustered apology.

“I’m impressed, numbers girl,” Buggy teased, starting to see the potential for an enjoyable evening the longer Y/N kept gazing at him like that.

Been awhile. Maybe I found another clown freak to play with for a night.

“So, do you accept my offer, Captain Buggy?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, still not getting her kink or her con, but that smile was too much to say no to. “Do you wanna, uh… Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

Wait for it…

“I’d love to!”

Y/N had only paused for a second, but her eyes showed a flash of heat, and Buggy couldn’t read any fear or disgust in them.

Gotta be a clown kink.

~~~

Swanky was the only way he could describe this room, and Buggy knew they’d charge him for getting greasepaint on those fancy ass sheets. 

He stopped giving a shit as soon as Y/N kicked off her shoes, ignoring the other luxurious furniture to sit on the edge of the bed.

He tried not to sigh, not to think. 

Just enjoy the beautiful woman that clearly wanted to fuck him right now, no matter what her reasons might be. 

“Did I say you could sit on my bed,” he rasped, enjoying her little gasp when he towered over her, his gloved fingers tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. 

“I-I’m sorry, Captain. I’ll—“

“You’ll tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, numbers girl,” the clown ordered, letting the moment take over. “Captain’s orders.”

Those lovely eyes rolled back. He was gonna make them cross tonight, gonna fuck this little clown fucker dumb. 

“Kiss me, please.”

Why is she looking at me like that? 

Y/N grabbed his hand that still held her chin, tugging softly, asking instead of demanding that he sit beside her. 

There was something about her. Something that made him ignore the alarm bells ringing in his head. 

He gave no resistance, falling into her orbit. She smelled so good as he sat close, watching her face for anything that could snap him out of this. 

What he saw only dragged him deeper.

“I’m so glad I met you tonight, Captain,” Y/N breathed. She placed a gentle hand against his jaw, not seeming to care about the mess while her thumb traced over his colorful mask. 

“Shut up,” Buggy whispered, barely a sound while he stared at her lips, not realizing that he’d already leaned in. 

“Yes, Captain,” Y/N smiled, melting into his kiss. She didn’t flinch or freeze when his nose pressed against her skin. She hadn’t asked him to take it off. 

Her kiss made him dizzy, and the clown had to grab her, pulling her body close as though he’d fly off into space without her to keep him here. 

She didn’t complain about the bitter colors on her tongue, or smearing across her face. She didn’t pull away. 

Little, eager noises left her throat, spilling into his mouth like ambrosia, like a drug, and he fed her with growls, pulling her onto his lap.

This strange girl struggled to feel him, her stuffy clothes bunching up, restricting her eager hips until he finally broke the kiss with a laugh.

“Want some help, dollface?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, breathless while her shaky fingers fought to tear her free.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, stopping her frantic hands. “Before we start, you got a safe—“

“Hopscotch,” she rushed, writhing in his lap, impatience looking way too fucking cute on her. “And I’m on birth control.”

“You really came prepared, didn’t you,” Buggy teased, cutting off her reply by tossing her onto the bed.

His body pulsed at how fucking desperate she seemed to be, gasping and whining while he helped her out of those boring clothes. 

“You’re so beautiful…”

Buggy hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but her body’s reaction made it worth it. 

Finally, there was nothing left but her panties, and the clown could feel himself slipping away, ready to lose himself for just a little while in this woman’s gorgeous body. 

Just for a little while. 

“Oh, fuck. You’re…”

“Please, Captain,” Y/N begged while Buggy teased his fingers around the perfect, dripping pussy he’d just revealed. “I need— oh f-fuuck…”

“Yeah, baby,” he taunted. Buggy had to hold in his own needy noises at how quickly she’d soaked through the fabric, his fingers still gloved while he fucked two of them into her. “Need Captain Buggy to make you scream tonight?”

“Y-yes, Captain.”

“Gonna keep following orders, pretty?”

“Mm, yes, plea—“

“Clean your mess,” Buggy growled, taking his fingers back to rub across her lips, his body thrusting on its own from the eager way she’d taken them in. She licked and sucked, pulling her own taste from the glove while she watched him undo the buckles of his vest with his free hand.

Buggy was caught now, the look in her eyes driving him mad while her dainty fingers started circling her clit.

He tried to pull his hand back, needing to be naked now, to be inside of her right fucking now, but she grabbed his wrist. Sucking his fingers one last time, she bit into the wet fabric, laughing through her teeth while she struggled to pull off his glove.

Alarm bells.

Yet, her laugh did him in.

“Try the dry one, baby,” Buggy chuckled, offering his other hand. “Like this.”

He bit the wet glove, showing her how to do it until they were both laughing, and he almost forgot what they’d been doing.

Y/N hadn't forgotten. She attacked him, palming him through his pants when she couldn’t undo them fast enough. 

“Did I tell you—“

“Sorry, I’m sorry, please,” Y/N breathed. She brought one of his bare hands to her chest, and the pounding of her heart was hypnotizing. Almost as hypnotizing as her next words. 

“Please, fuck me. I need you, Buggy.”

The instinct to fly to pieces so he could hold every part of her down while he took her was so strong, the clown had to clench his teeth, a low whine leaving his throat while he stood to pull off his clothes. 

Being with a clown was one thing. It was rare to find someone that wouldn’t be scared or disgusted by his body splitting apart. 

But gods damn, she’s making it hard to hold together. 

Biting her lip, Y/N gave him big, innocent eyes while she played with herself again. A little flicker of pride went through him at the hungry look she gave when she saw his leaking cock, mouth falling open while she watched him stroke all that precum over his tip, down his shaft.

“Say it again, pretty,” he rasped.

“Fuck me, please. I need you, Buggy.”

“Of course you do,” the Warlord growled, making her gasp when he was suddenly there, spreading her thighs apart to circle his tip around her clit, shoving her little fingers out of the way. Her filthy moan made him forget his rule. 

He always fucked strangers from behind the first time, just in case they made that face. 

Buggy lined himself up, and all he saw on her face was delicious desperation while he forced his way into her warm, perfect cunt. She was too fucking much.

Sweet fingers gripping his skin. Soft, pouting lips. His name, louder, and louder. 

“Oh gods, Buggy!”

“What, baby,” he panted. Buggy couldn’t stop himself, fucking her so deep he thought he’d drown. He pulled one of her legs against him, her foot dangling over his shoulder while she screamed so fucking pretty for him. “What… Gonna come for your captain again?”

“Yes! Buggy, feels so… F-fuck, mm coming, Captain…”

Y/N screamed herself hoarse, those lovely eyes finally crossing before Buggy groaned, laughing at her little tongue hanging out, and her leg, twitching violently against his chest. 

“Mmn, fuck yeah. Flashy girl, taking your captain’s come so… so fucking good, baby.”

Gods, look at her…

Buggy stared down at his strange lover, and they took turns twitching and laughing until he finally pulled out of her, fighting a stupid twinge of regret that it had to end. 

“Here you— shit, I’m sorry,” Buggy cursed. His floating hand had dropped a towel beside her after fetching it from the bathroom without thinking. It froze in the air while he braced for less fun screams to start. 

At least it was good while it lasted.

“Whoa! That’s a devil fruit power, right? I forgot you were supposed to have one,” Y/N asked brightly. She reached out, lacing her fingers with his floating hand. 

Buggy went blank.

She held his hand as their breathing relaxed, smiling softly at him while he forgot that he was supposed to reply. Until she let out a little whine, trying to stretch her leg that was still propped up against his chest.

“Fuck, sorry,” Buggy hurried as he helped her move, taking his hand back so he could wipe them both up. Although she’d need some more thorough cleaning to get rid of the evidence of fucking a clown.

“Do you wanna use the shower before you go?”

“Oh,” Y/N frowned, her sweet eyes fucking with him again. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Well, I—“

“But I can still come with you, right,” she fretted, covering herself with the dirty towel. “Please, I’ll respect your boundaries if you don’t want me like… I will be strictly professional. You won’t find a better pick than me to help you get your finances—“

“You can stay here if you want to,” Buggy offered. He didn’t have the energy for all of those promises and lies, but if she wanted to stay for the night, he’d take it. 

“Okay, Captain!”

Joy seemed to fill her as she kissed him quick, dragging him to the bathroom.

He stayed behind, sending her with just a hand, and her surprised laugh brought a real smile to his lips when she stomped back to convince the rest of his body to join her. 

I think she’s my favorite clown fucker.

Buggy chuckled to himself as they settled into bed, kissing the stranger’s temple when she hummed a question. 

Alarm bells kept ringing, but she was so soft, and warm, and sweet. She let him hold her. The alarm bells got quieter, and Buggy found himself pulled into the best sleep he’d had in a long time.

It’s okay if it’s just tonight. She’s gonna leave, but… right now is nice.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

Wow, he snores. 

You held in your giggle, sighing at how comfortable you felt in this pirate’s arms. 

All of your impulsive decisions of the night were fucking insane, yet you still ached for tomorrow. A naïve hope filled you that maybe, just maybe, if you got on that boat, if you got away, all of these worries and guilty thoughts would disappear. 

I’m tired of this boring life.

Selfish. Entitled.

Yet an adventure with this sweet, funny, beautiful man was too tempting to resist. 

Soft dreams tonight. No storms. No snails. 

You dreamt of playing a game of cards with a pair of floating hands, and you woke with a smile.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Buggy.

The need to touch him, to kiss him, almost sent your body into a panic.

“Rabbit, are you— oh…” Mihawk checked in while the applause went on and on. You couldn’t look away from your clown’s glowing smile, his dancing eyes, but you heard Mihawk’s voice change in just those few words. 

Concern. Curiosity. Then something like satisfaction. A little laugh left you when you realized you could practically hear him arching a brow. 

“What do I smell like right now,” you teased, feeling high. Feeling here.

“Mm, you smell like our little rabbit again,” Mihawk purred, touching your knee for just a moment. “Like our sweet girl. Like our pretty star.”

Chills ran over your entire body at those bewitching words, and at the skill with which Buggy wrapped up the show. He managed to bring the crowd down, make them sigh, make them laugh, and make them leave, all while his eyes stayed locked onto yours.

Until he finally looked away, and you followed his line of sight to find what had torn your clown from you.

Red hair rushed out of the room, that Emperor of the Sea not sparing a glance toward the clown on the stage. 

No.

Reality flooded back like crashing waves, destroying the pretty castle of sand you’d become too attached to. 

He promised. He has to take Buggy. Has to make him happy. 

“Rabbit?”

“That was quite the show,” Uncle Cedrick hummed as he made his way to the head table, jerking his head toward the staff that were cleaning the blood from the stage. “Is there somewhere we can retire for our after dinner drink? My ship’s bar has quite the selection of—“

“We have a lounge,” Crocodile interrupted, his husky voice thick with danger. 

“Hi,” Buggy breathed as he appeared beside you.

“That was an amazing show, President Buggy.”

You gave him a fraction of the smile you wanted too, but he nodded, listening to your need for distance. 

Crocodile led the way, and you found yourself walking behind your uncle, feeling a strange need to protect his back while your swordsman and your clown followed close behind.

Would they kill him for me?

That smile on Buggy’s face glowed in your mind, but was drowned out by all the rest. All the old. All the inevitable. 

Soon you were dizzy, familiar halls pulling you into a fog.

“Why are there so many rugs,” you frowned, no longer in your body when you stepped into the lounge. The plush carpet around the couch was covered in a random collection of beautiful, extravagant rugs. The coffee table was gone, leaving nothing between the ridiculous, green couch, and matching chairs. 

“We couldn’t spare any staff to pull up the carpet today,” Mihawk drawled while he floated toward the bar. 

“What happened to the carpet,” Buggy asked, his actual floating hands helping to pass out glasses of wine. 

“Let’s discuss home improvement projects when we’re not hosting guests,” Crocodile warned, staring hard at Uncle Cedrick while he relaxed into one of the chairs. 

“Excellent vintage,” he praised, and part of you almost laughed at the look on Mihawk’s face. 

Then your lovers’ faces all turned to you, frowning when you sat in the chair beside your uncle. 

Buggy took your spot on the couch, his eyes almost losing their shine, until he floated one of the bar stools beside your chair. 

“Thank you, Mr. President,” you coughed, grateful to set your glass down before your shaky hands made a mess on the new rugs. He didn’t bother giving your guest the same courtesy. Buggy just watched you, until you looked down at your fingers, trying not to twist them. 

“How about a toast,” Uncle Cedrick beamed, lifting his glass, his commanding gaze forcing you to look his way. “To my incredible niece, and her esteemed employers. It’s been an honor attending such an impressive event.”

Silence followed, but everyone’s lips tasted wine.

“Why are you here, Mr. Sylvad?”

Buggy’s voice was dark, measured, and frightening when matched with his glinting eyes.

Yet, Uncle Cedrick smiled, chuckling as if his life weren’t one wrong breath away from being ended. You weren’t surprised. 

He feared nothing. He had no reason to. 

“I’m here for Y/N, of course,” he answered, humming while he took another sip. Your uncle radiated ease, as though you were just a normal family enjoying a weekend trip. “It’s time for my dear niece to come home.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“Good morning, Captain Buggy!”

What the fuck…

“I ordered us some coffee,” Y/N beamed, pulling on her boring, wrinkled clothes. “I need to head to the office, so I can contact my clients to let them know I’m leaving. Then I just need to grab a couple things from home, and say goodbye to my sister. Should I meet you back here, or—“

“That’s too elaborate,” Buggy yawned as he rolled away from her sunny smile, wanting to go back to his dream where everything stayed nice and warm. “You can just say you changed your mind. Or your grandma died. Or you have amnesia or something. Thanks for a fun night.”

… 

“What?”

That’s some damn good acting.

Buggy rolled back to face her, shocked by the convincing amount of pain on her face to match that quavering voice, one of her shoes dangling, forgotten in her hand. 

“I said it’s alright,” the clown soothed, really hoping he wouldn’t have to hold her fucking hand just so she could stuff her guilt and self pity down long enough to leave. Those people were almost worse than the outright assholes. 

“Please don’t leave without me,” she begged, going to her knees at the edge of the bed, tilting her head to meet his eyes. “Please, Captain Buggy. I swear I… I’m not lying. Please—“

“Fuck it, fine. I’ll wait here today,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face while he rolled onto his back. “I’m outta here by five. If you’re fucking with me—“

“Thank you!”

Buggy moaned, the sudden weight of this crazy woman sending him reeling. She let out a needy gasp, as though she hadn’t expected to find the clown so fucking hard when she’d jumped on him.

“Captain!”

“What are you doing?”

“Can I, Captain?”

“Okay, but you… fuuuck, you’re something else. You’re— gods, keep doing that, baby…”

She’s definitely my favorite clown fucker. 

~~~

Buggy waited.

Round and round his thoughts went. Sometimes a spot of hope would shine through, but it was always trampled quickly by well earned doubt, anger, or humiliation. 

Although the memory of her lips kept disrupting his cycle, leaving his face hot while he stared at the table.

Fuck this. Not gonna sit here, and let her make a fool out of…

“Captain Buggy,” she called out, dragging a single suitcase behind her. She gave him a breathless smile, but her eyes were a bit red, with a hint of puffiness. The thought of her crying pushed away all the things he should have cared about.

“Are you okay? You look—“

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” Y/N cringed, looking away with a self deprecating laugh. “Goodbyes always get me emotional, but I’m ready to go. When can we leave?”

“Are you insane?”

Buggy hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, sighing at the hurt look in her eyes while he motioned for her to sit. 

“I’m not sure what—“

“You have a fancy job,” he started, struggling to refocus after he spotted a bit of missed paint below her ear. “You’ve got enough berry to drink at this snooty place after work. You’re gorgeous. You’re way too smart…”

The clown trailed off, almost losing his momentum again at the pleased smile his last few words put on her face. 

“You know I’m a fucking pirate, right? A Warlord of the Sea?”

“Of course, sir.”

“You know what Buggy’s Delivery—“

“I’m aware, Captain,” Y/N assured, her voice slipping into professional distance, something almost frightening beneath that even tone. “Mercenaries may be a legal gray area, but I see no issues with a country that doesn’t have an adequate fighting force paying for outside help to protect themselves. I don’t see why soldiers paid for through your service are any different than soldiers paid or forced to fight by their own governments.”

“But they are different,” Buggy grinned, loving the way her eyes lit up at his satisfied chuckle. “Our fighters are better.”

The world shrunk down, wrapping around her once again. She let out a breath, her lips struggling to hold in a smile.

“Does this mean I got the job?”

“We’ll see how the probationary period goes, dollface,” the Warlord teased, floating one of his hands to carry her suitcase while the other helped her out of her seat. 

“We’ll spend most of our time on my island,” he bragged, walking almost too fast for her toward the docks, “but wait ‘til you get a look at my ship! It’s– oh, how are you with boats?”

Her pause made him stop in his tracks, and she walked into him, stumbling before he caught her. Lifting her chin, the captain inspected his new recruit, frowning at how little she seemed to give away.

“Have you never been on a boat, or are you afraid of boats?”

“I…”

“Boat’s are pretty much a requirement to being a fucking pirate, numbers girl. I’m not gonna—“

“I know how to sail. I just got scared for a while after a storm,” she let out, fire building in her eyes. “But I didn’t want to be scared. I made myself go out on the water. Boats don’t bother me anymore.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on making my financial advisor get her hands dirty, but it’s always good to have another sailor aboard.”

Buggy lifted her hand with his free one, floating it up to kiss red across her knuckles. 

Fuck. She’s not gonna stay. This is probably just some stupid, long con. 

Still, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. 

He could have left it there, meaningless and fun, but the fire in her eyes, and the words she’d declared, kept him rooted.

“What about storms?”

“I’m sorry?”

That soft smile couldn’t cover up all the anger and fear it tried to hide. 

“You’re not afraid of boats anymore, but what about storms?”

Buggy almost turned and left her there, not wanting to bring such a hassle onto his ship, no matter how lovely her lips were. Not if she was too cowardly to tell the truth, or at least to come up with a decent lie. 

“I’m not good with storms,” she breathed, staring up at him like a challenge. Like she wouldn’t let just anyone force her to say something like that. 

“That’s alright, pretty,” Buggy soothed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders while he led her toward the ship. “You’re my flashy financial adviser now. If there’s a storm, you can stay nice and toasty in the cabin while the rest of us do the manual labor. I’ll even put that in writing if you— whoa, hey…”

“I won’t let you down, Captain,” she hummed, hugging him close just as they reached the Big Top. 

“Hey, Captain, who’s your friend,” Mohji called over cheerfully, leading Richie up the ramp to the deck. The lion gave a gentle roar, a sweet greeting to the ears of his crew, but it made Y/N yelp, clinging to him even tighter.

Buggy didn’t think, just laughed while he lifted this strange girl into the air, floating her up to the ship while his feet raced up the long way. 

“Alright, numbers girl,” he rasped, ignoring his need to breathe while he stared at her gorgeous face. “This is your last chance. Want me to leave you on the docks? Or do you wanna have a flashy adventure with the Great Captain Buggy, Warlord of the Sea?”

“No more ‘numbers girl,” she giggled, that perfect sound trapping him again. “I want to be your flashy girl now, Captain.”

“Really,” he purred, losing his mind at all the sweet noises she kept making for him, especially these cute little whines she just started, like she’d already forgotten how to talk.

Y/N made him forget all his rules. Don’t get attached. Don’t like them too much. Don’t fall for the con. 

She’s staying…

Buggy forgot every fucking thing on the planet when she giggled for him again, and it was a miracle that he got her into the cabin before he took her in front of his crew. 

They didn't leave that cabin until they landed at Karai Bari.

Y/N made him greedy for things he’d sworn off hunting for. Buggy was blissfully lost, holding on to her for days, weeks, months, only getting more fucking desperate to enjoy every moment before this sweet lie came to an end. Her laughter, her touch, even the air around her made him high. 

This Warlord of the Sea wasn’t even angry that she was going to leave. He was just grateful for every morning when he woke to find that those words were still true, a comforting mantra that played in his mind while he stole her from the world for another day.

She’s still here.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“She’s not going anywhere,” Crocodile growled, resting his arm around Buggy’s shoulders as the clown started hovering out of his seat at your uncle’s announcement. 

“I assure you, gentlemen, I have no intention of forcing her, violently or otherwise. I’m just here to chat,” he purred, arching a brow at you. “You did explain my insurance, did you not? I’d hate for something—“

“Don’t hurt him,” you cut him off, though your voice was empty now, and your eyes couldn’t quite meet any of those on the couch. “If he doesn’t call…”

“Such an honor to speak with someone so well… protected,” Mihawk stepped in, poison dripping in every word. “To have what amounts to your own personal Buster Call is quite the feat.”

“Oh, it’s nothing so outlandish as that,” Uncle Cedrick laughed, brushing the fake compliment away with a wave of his hand. His eyes crawled over you again, and you caught the satisfied smirk he failed to hide. He didn’t need to hide it. “Just friends in high places. One of the perks of our family name.”

Silence. The most painfully awkward silence you’d ever felt. 

“Now, it’s time for you to honor that name, niece. You’ve had your fun.”

“Why do you need her anyway,” the clown spat. His fingers tapped at his knee, until Mihawk rested his hand there. Buggy’s breath calmed a bit as he let his fingers go still over the swordsman’s, but he never looked away from his target. “You already got everything! She’s not the heir, so just leave—“

Uncle Cedrick’s laughter was the smug twist of a key, the cruel sound of your cage being shut and locked forever. 

“Is that what she told you,” he shook his head, still recovering from laughter. Uncle seemed to be having a grand old time stomping all over your sand castle. “I wonder how many more lies my little niece has been feeding you.”

“What are you saying,” Crocodile asked coldly. Braving a glance at his face gave you nothing, those frightening features were closed off to you now. 

“Well, I suppose it’s a good sign that you never trusted these pirates,” he sighed, not noticing the creaks from the couch while three villains refrained from murdering him yet again. 

“Explain,” Mihawk ordered, sharp, deadly. 

Uncle Cedrick threw you a taunting smile.

“Y/N is Arbo Sylvad’s sole heir.”

It’s over.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

“No more Numbers Girl. Y/N is Captain Buggy’s Flashy Girl now,” Buggy mimicked your voice, pulling the notepad and pen from your hands. 

“Buggy,” you groaned, uselessly pulling on his arms to grab for his hands, only for everything to float out of reach. “Please, Bugs. I just want to do my job, baby. I want to help you.”

At first it was sweet. 

“Mm, but you help me everyday,” your clown purred, pulling you closer on that fancy, green couch. “My pretty star, helping me shine…”

Months of this. 

“Buggy, plea— Mm, we need to work on the… fuck…”

Months of your sweet clown not wanting to leave your side for a second.

“What does my flashy girl need to work on,” Buggy teased, starting to kiss along your thighs after kneeling between them. He’d barely touched you, and you were already sighing, eyes already fluttering for him. 

Months of forgetting the world, forgetting everything but each other. 

“Finances, Bugs,” you urged, curling your fingers into his hair to try to make him focus. 

Just listen to me, Buggy.

You’d pulled his hair too hard, and the little moan he let out made your body ache, always hungry for him. 

“Okay, star,” Buggy rasped, eyes going dark. "I promise. We’ll start bright and early tomorrow, and you can tell me all those long words you like.”

“Why tomorrow? We have plenty of—“

“It’s already lunchtime,” he scolded in mock horror. “It’s best to start work like that—“

“It’s not even eleven— Oh gods… Buggy, you promise? Just work tomorrow? Just… mmn, please...”

“I promise,” Buggy beamed, his perfect face shining when he pulled away from your needy cunt long enough to tease you. “I promise I’m gonna make my pretty star laugh, and come, and shine for me every fucking day. Now, is my flashy girl gonna let her captain finish his lunch?”

It was hard to think. You didn’t want to think. You’d never been with someone for this long before. Was it normal to get frustrated with him like this? Was it normal to still melt every time he touched you? 

Nothing about your life felt normal, but this felt like the closest to thing real that you’d ever get. These last few months with Buggy were the brightest your life had been since… He shined so bright, and you wanted to disappear with him into the night sky, lost forever. 

You just wished he would listen, and you wished you could stop giving in every single time.

But then you’d give in, and remember why you couldn’t stop. 

“Please, Bugs.”

“Whatcha need, flashy girl,” the clown teased, pressing little kisses and bites along your thighs.

“I need you, Buggy,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him as your head fell back. “Need your lips, your tongue, your nose…”

“Oh yeah? Such a small list,” Buggy scolded, his breath moving closer, teasing against all that wetness he’d drawn from you. 

“Captain Buggy.”

It came out in a whine now, and you pouted more when he laughed at your pathetic face. 

“Need your teeth, your hands, your fingers,” you listed, aching for him. The manic look in his eyes while he watched you fall apart for him made you need him more. 

“I need your cock inside me now, Buggy, please.”

“My girl’s so good for me,” he breathed over your core, leaving teasing kisses around where you needed him, until you were twitching, almost sobbing for him. “But don’t rush your captain. I haven’t finished my lunch yet.”

Tomorrow. We’ll work tomorrow.

Tomorrow was too late.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“It’s true, Y/N,” Mihawk let out, that dangerous voice sharp enough to stab through the clown’s pathetic soul. “You have an opportunity to live an interesting life. Don’t disappoint us by lowering yourself for that clown.”

They’re right, baby. 

She didn’t speak, and Buggy ached to float to her, to make sure she was okay, but he was wrecked. Useless. They’d tossed his head behind the couch like a piece of trash, and Crocodile was still using his body as a footrest. 

“Say it, Y/N,” Crocodile commanded her. 

It’s all my fault, star.

“Wh-What…”

The scarred man kicked Buggy again, this time sending his body across the floor. The clown fought to choke them down, but weak, broken noises left his lips, and he broke even further when he heard Y/N gasping for him. She was so close, right there. 

I never should have taken her. I’m an idiot. Selfish. They’re gonna hurt my– 

“Say it.”

“I won’t… I won’t lower myself for that clown.”

Good. I never deserved you, star. Why didn’t I listen to you?

Now he listened.

Crocodile and Mihawk were praising her, but Buggy didn’t hear them. Just the rustle of movement, and Y/N’s strained, desperate breathing. He knew that breathing.

She was trying so hard.

I’m not worth it, baby. Just an idiot. Can’t believe I actually thought… No. It was stupid.

You could never love me. 

I’ll never be anything but a fucking joke.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Buggy denied. You wanted to grab him, to run away right now, before any more of your shame could crawl into the light.

“If Y/N is the sole heir, then why are you holding the reins?” 

Mihawk held his wineglass a little closer, as though he were protecting his precious red from hearing such a sordid tale.

You coughed another sick laugh, shaking your head toward the floor. 

“My benevolent brother doted on your young CFO here,” Uncle Cedrick began, relaxing into the chair. He always loved to hear himself talk. 

“I wanna hear it from you,” Crocodile ordered. Unreadable silver eyes gutted you like his hook just might if he didn’t like your story. 

Why did you curse me, dad? 

You had never wanted your story to be different more than you did right now.

“Uncle Cedrick is standing in. I won't become the heir until… Until I decide I’m ready.”

“What does that mean,” he rasped, patting his jacket for cigars that didn’t seem to be there. 

“It means…”

What’s the point? It’s done now. 

“What my niece means to say is that instead of honoring her father’s last wish, fulfilling her responsibilities, and accepting the family wealth, Y/N decided that she would rather live a ‘boring’ life,” Uncle Cedrick gave a patronizing laugh. “Sylvad’s heiress would rather work at a bank. It boggles the mind, honestly.”

“Miss Y/N is free to make her own choices,” Mihawk threatened, finally setting his comfort wine aside.

“But of course,” your uncle conceded the point, waving his hand before turning to you again. “If only my dear brother hadn’t been so cruel, although maybe not as cruel as my niece.”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Buggy growled.

“Get to the point, Sylvad,” Crocodile warned, rubbing that large hand over the clown’s shoulders. 

“Arbo decided to give Y/N everything, including the decision of whether or not to release her mother and sister’s rightful inheritance, but only when she takes up her role,” he tutted, sipping his wine while his eyes sparkled at you. “Who knows what drove my brother to such a heartless choice. Although it’s possible that he wasn’t aware of how selfish his favorite little daughter could be.”

“Don’t,” you breathed, all of your villains tilting forward. 

“Your insurance may be effective, Sylvad,” Mihawk threatened, predator eyes focused on his prey. “However, accidents can still occur. Mind your fucking tongue.”

“My apologies,” he laughed. Everything was easy, everything was always working out for him. “You’re right, of course. I shouldn’t be airing our family’s dirty laundry in front of my gracious hosts.”

“Is that it?”

Buggy laughed, chaotic and perfect, and it made you forget for just a moment. 

“You feel bad for not making your mom and sister stupid rich? Well, boo fuckin’ hoo,” he mocked, his fake crying face pulling a small, strangled laugh from your throat. “That’s not your fucking job!”

My sweet, lovely clown.

A sigh moved through you, and you let your body relax, let your eyes drift closed. 

Pretending. 

“I suppose you’re right,” that needling voice went on, narrowing in on you again. “You’ve spent all these years avoiding your responsibilities as heir, but at least you were safe.”

“Miss Y/N is safe with us.”

Crocodile’s rough voice pulled your eyes open, and you found the three of them watching you, eyes softer than they should be. You shivered, until Uncle Cedrick made you freeze. 

“That may be so, but it’s been months since you ran away. Kat’s been worried sick about you, Y/N. Dr. Vorsan’s been doing what he can to help, but you can’t blame her for being scared for her sister.”

He tilted his head toward you, catching your eyes while practiced compassion took over his features. 

“Dr. Vorsan is concerned for you too, niece. Your decisions have—“

“Who’s this doctor,” Crocodile questioned.

Your world went dull. 

“Keeping more secrets, niece? Well, I suppose that’s to be expected from such a troubled mind.” 

“Your mind’s about to be fucking troubled you fucking—“

“Please,” your whimpered plea made the clown go still.

“Star?”

“It’s a shame, really,” your uncle explained. “It only makes sense, of course. After the tragedy of her father’s death, and that little incident with the snail…”

No. 

“Dr. Vorsan always warned us there’d be lifelong effects from that sort of trauma, especially on someone so young.”

Stop. 

You wanted to pretend one last time. To see their eyes before they changed. Now you couldn’t look away.

Just a little bit longer. 

Uncle Cedrick lost his somber tone, looking down the couch while he complained until he landed on Crocodile. 

“I suppose it could be worse. The doctor said we’d be lucky if promiscuity was her worst flaw. You know what they say about girls with daddy issues—“

“STOP!!!”

Crocodile’s eyes had been wide with rage, but now he was shaking. The point of his hook was a hair’s breadth away from your skin after you’d leapt between him and his prey. Mihawk and Buggy had joined him when he lunged toward Uncle Cedrick, but now they pulled him back, breaking the scarred man out of his frozen moment.

“Sweetheart… I’m so sorry.”

“I’m leaving.”

Such a small sentence, and your voice was so quiet, yet the eruption it caused was overwhelming. These three, powerful men looked panicked, all speaking at once while they beseeched you, begged for you to not mean those two little words.

“What? No, star, you don’t need to—“

“Darling, we’re here. Whatever you need—“

“Please, sweet girl, let us help—“

“Wonderful! I knew you’d see reason.” Uncle Cedrick clapped a hand on his knee before standing, already making his way out of the room. 

“You were always so smart, Y/N. I’ll meet you in the foyer, so you can say your little goodbyes. Thank you, gentlemen—“

“Get out!”

The door closed, and Crocodile’s face fell, regret following his newest show of rage. 

“Baby, you’re not going.”

“I'm done pretending. I’m going home,” you declared, pulling away from Buggy’s touch, fighting not to meet those beautiful eyes. 

“Sweetheart, please,” Crocodile begged, going to his knees. Those large fingers cradled your face, and you had to meet his gaze. “I’m so sorry, I’ll be better. I’ll protect you. I love you, Y/N. Let me help—“

“I told you what I want, Crocodile. I’ll never forgive you if you make me your prisoner again.”

You’d hurt this frightening man. This ex-Warlord of the Sea. His name on your lips made his face crumple, made something break. 

Sick laughter almost rolled off your tongue at the thought of how few people could claim that they had hurt this terrifying, secretly soft man. 

“Rabbit,” Mihawk breathed, pulling you aside. His wicked fingers danced over your hair, trailing down to trace soothing lines along the sides of your face until you almost sighed. 

“Please don’t leave, darling,” the swordsman rasped, those predator's eyes going desperate while he scanned your features. “I'll do anything. I love you, rabbit. I need—“

“Thanks for pretending,” you forced out as you tore yourself free, looking away before you could see how your words would affect this untouchable man. “It was fun, but I'm done playing. I hope you find a new toy soon.”

Your foot caught on that pile of fancy rugs when you ran toward the door, but Buggy was there. His upper body lifted you high, his sweet smile almost making you forget. He was always so good at making you forget the world.

“Put me down.”

“I don’t believe you,” Buggy whispered, setting you on your feet, and squeezing your cheeks together before you shook him off. 

“I don’t—“

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen before, star. I should have—“

“I’m leaving. I want to go.”

“You’re not saying anything mean to me,” the clown teased, a crooked smirk catching your breath. “You can’t, huh? I knew it. I knew I was never a joke to you, baby.”

“I want to go…”

“I’ll listen this time, star,” he promised, kneeling so he could gaze up at you with that manic love in his eyes. “I think you wanna stay. The only way I’ll believe that you want us to let you go is if you promise me something.”

He started searching his silly red outfit for hidden pockets, pulling out his item with a magician’s flourish. You were shaking while you watched him, your feet wobbling in those pretty shoes that had barely managed to stay on when you tripped. 

“What’d ya think, dollface?”

Hypnotizing. 

A silver, oval locket, almost the length of your palm, swung back and forth in front of your eyes until he placed it into your hand. 

Etched onto the metal was a ship sailing under a night sky. A smattering of stars floated above the scene, but one star stood out with a halo of rays spreading wide, gorgeous details showing that this was the one. 

And that little ship was pointed straight toward it, guided by its shining star. 

“I wanted to give it to you a while ago, but I didn’t think— well, you know.”

He nodded toward the wounded villains who’d both gone to their knees now, while his lips still trapped you with that sweet, mischievous smile.

“Anyway... I love you, Y/N. You’re my shining star,” the clown confessed, gripping your arms while you tried not to fall to the floor. “I’m never gonna believe that you don’t love me back. If you really want me to let you go, you gotta promise you’ll keep me close to your heart, baby. Tell me you’ll always keep a piece of me with you.”

His hands floated up, fastening that long chain around your neck before pressing the heavy locket against your heart. 

“Stay. Or promise you’ll keep me here forever. I’m not letting you leave if you—“

“I promise,” you choked out, grabbing the gloved hand that held the locket. 

“My flashy girl,” he winked. Your sweet, lovely clown. “I’m gonna miss you, baby.”

If I cry, I won’t leave.

Nodding. Swallowing. Shaking.

Walking away.

Not looking back. 

~~~

Your mind hovered above your body, thankfully numbing the pain of leaving this strange place you’d almost thought of as home. 

Numb was good. Numb was better. 

Numb got you through Uncle Cedrick’s gloating long enough to request to retire to your own quarters, but privacy gave your body permission to feel, no matter how hard you tried to resist.

No.

Need to be numb.

Alone on a luxurious bed in a beautiful dress, you ached for emptiness. For drugs, for pain. That thought made you sob, the sound strangled while you fought to stuff it all down deep. 

It’s just for daydreams now. Just daydreams.

You should have left the locket there. Or thrown it into the sea. It would only make it hurt worse.

Struggling with the seam, you found a key hole, and let out a pathetic laugh. It would have been nice to see his face again. Yet something else caught your eye, something tiny etched onto the back. 

6♠️

“I’m sorry, Buggy,” you cried, slow, painful tears finally escaping. “I’m so sorry.”

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Crocodile never felt helpless. Yet she had left him on his knees.

He couldn’t pick himself back up. 

Mihawk had let himself feel a new range of emotions these last few days. Explored them, fought them, accepted them. 

Now he hated them. 

Though not as much as he hated himself. 

Buggy sat on the ground between his old torturers, ruining another pair of gloves when he rested his head in his hands. 

“What the fuck are you all doing?”

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Shanks had practically fled the banquet hall, and guilt followed close behind. Guilt that he didn’t care about the man that had died strung up like a prize at a circus. 

All he cared about was Buggy. 

And Y/N.

“What’s wrong with you,” he panicked, the sight of the Cross Guild in silent agony across the floor sending him reeling. He marched toward Mihawk first, pulling the man up by a shoulder of his fancy coat. The swordsman didn’t even cringe at the rough treatment to that exquisite fabric.

“I just watched her follow that asshole to the docks! Why didn’t you stop her?”

“Can’t force her,” Crocodile rasped as he slumped to the side, sounding like he was speaking to himself.

“She didn’t…” Mihawk trailed off, leaving Shanks horrified while he watched his old friend, his powerful lover, disappear inside himself. 

“Let’s go get her,” the red haired pirate demanded, slapping Mihawk hard enough to make those golden eyes flare. “Sylvad doesn’t know I’m your friend. He wants to have a friendly chat with an Emperor of the Sea.”

Shanks pulled out the card, the man’s overwhelming cologne wafting along with it.

“We can take the Red Force, alright? We’ll get her—“

“We can’t,” Mihawk pushed Shanks back, aching for more violence. “She wanted to go. I can’t do that to her again. Can’t—“

“You don’t need to be sorry, star…”

“Bugs,” Shanks asked, fear gripping him when he went to his murmuring clown. Buggy had a finger stuffed into one of his ears, and a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. 

“Charmed the sea beast, huh? I knew you could, shit head.”

“What's going on, Buggy,” Crocodile asked, voice tired, almost done. Mihawk moved closer, touching a hand to the larger man’s arm. They both closed their eyes for a moment before studying their manic clown. 

“She’s smart,” Buggy yelled, his brief optimism replaced by vicious determination as the sounds in his head grew louder. “Y/N didn’t wanna leave with that asshole! And she knew exactly what to say to make all of us do what she wanted. Not to mention how scared she was of that mini Buster Call bullshit. She’s…”

“You’re right,” Crocodile rasped, clenching that large fist, but trying not to slam it into anything. He’d broken too many things already. 

“We still can’t force her,” Mihawk breathed, replaying every word she’d spat at him. 

“There’s something else going on...” Buggy shook, his body going to pieces to pace and float in front of this strange mix of his old enemies and lovers. “Y/N’s smart. There’s gotta be a reason. Once I know what it is, we’ll go help her. I'm gonna make it stop.”

“What do you mean,” Shanks asked, grimacing when those particular words left his lips. 

“I mean, she’s CRYING!!”

Buggy couldn’t take any more of it, screaming with useless fury while he thrashed around the room. There was no way for the other men to grab hold of him, or to stop him without hurting him. They called his name, letting him rage until he brought his body together to collapse onto that green, velvet couch.

His three, dangerous lovers knelt in front of him with concerned eyes, their gentle hands trying to soothe.

Shanks pulled that extravagant hat off of Buggy’s head to brush blue hair from the clown’s face.

“Buggy, you’re missing an ear.”

“Not missing,” Buggy choked, those faraway sounds like seawater drowning his heart. 

“Listening.”

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The Swordsman and the Blacksmith | Chapter 19

Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Chapter wc: 4.8k

Chapter rating: SFW

Content/Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fem!Reader, Enemies to lovers, SLOW slow burn, Eventual smut

Summary: Your skills as a blacksmith have made you desirable to both the government and pirates. You know you have to leave this island if you want to escape your fate, but that doesn't make the choice of leaving any easier. Roronoa Zoro is intrigued by your skills as a blacksmith. Your work is like nothing he's ever seen before. Unfortunately, you're hot-headed and he's rude and you both definitely hate each other.

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Chapter 19: A Different Approach

The next morning was not kind to you. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the windows of the crow's nest, you stirred from your restless sleep, feeling the weight of a pounding headache and the persistent haze of alcohol-induced drowsiness. 

You groaned in protest at the sun, trying to block out the light in your eyes with the improvised pillow you’d made with training mats. The events of the previous night slowly flooded back into your consciousness, a wave of fragmented memories crashing against the shores of your mind. Amidst the fog, the taste of the swordsman's lips lingered on your own, salt and whiskey, a sweet reminder of the intimacy shared under the moonlight. Your cheeks heated intensely. 

Oh gods, you needed to stop drinking so much. 

With a feeble attempt to ease the throbbing in your skull, you pushed yourself in a sitting position, the movement sending a surge of dizziness washing over you. It took a moment for your surroundings to come back into focus, the familiar sight of the makeshift gym greeting you in quiet serenity. 

You considered getting up for a split second but decided against so, instead leaning back on the wall with a heavy sigh. You closed your eyes, the tips of your fingers going to your outer thigh, lazily recreating the exploration of the swordsman’s hands in a daze. Your heart skipped a beat, a shiver passed your shoulders, you let the rear of your head painfully hit the wood behind you. 

Fuck. 

You were down bad.

The trapdoor grated open. You didn’t move. You heard the familiar pace of Zoro’s steps against the floor. From what you could make, he stopped not too far from you.

An amused snort escaped him. 

Your eyes creaked open slightly, looking up at him. Goodness, he was stunning. The morning’s gentle rays caressed his features, casting them in a soft, ethereal glow. The rare curve of his lips into a smile was mesmerizing, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Even the metal of his earrings appeared to dance in the warmth of the light, their delicate glint adding to his undeniable allure. 

“Still alive?” he asked, crouching down so your eyes were at a similar level. 

“I think I might be dying, actually,” you answered, voice rough and catching against the dryness of your throat. 

He chuckled at your overdramatic statement. “You do look like shit,” he commented looking you over none too subtly. 

You scoffed in mock indignation. “I don’t want to hear that from someone who doesn’t even shower once a week," you retorted gesturing to him with a lazy movement of your head. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, your jab not bothering him in the slightest. 

You met his gaze in a quiet exchange, searching for any hint of anger or regret. Yet, all you found was his usual stoic demeanor reflected back at you, his expression betraying nothing. Your eyes traveled against his face, settling on his lips. Memories flooded your mind, his grasp in your hair, his smirk against your lips as you complied with his every demand. And then, as if sensing your thoughts, a knowing grin spread across his features, his eye twinkling with what you could only decipher as satisfaction. 

Embarrassment overcame you at the realization that he could read you like an open book. You quickly averted your gaze, hoping to hide the crimson on your cheeks that threatened to betray your inner turmoil. 

“Anyway,” you squeaked. “You got any water?” 

The swordsman’s grin widened at your deflection, but he played along nonetheless. He extracted a flask from under his overcoat. You snagged it with unsteady hands, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. Almost immediately, you halted on the contents, the harsh burn of alcohol catching you off guard. 

"Sake?!" you exclaimed incredulously, eyes meeting his again in shock, wincing as you tried not to choke. "The sun's barely up.” 

Zoro chuckled at your reaction, his smile unwavering as he watched your struggle. "Morning’s as good a time as any for a drink," he remarked casually, his tone betraying no hint of remorse. 

“Fuck swordsman, you’ve got a problem,” You managed to croak in-between soft coughs, handing him back the flask none too gently. 

His fingers lingered against yours as he took it back, a subtle touch that sent heat to your core. His gaze held yours for a moment longer, a silent exchange passing between you before he stood up. 

"Zoro," you said, his name feeling unfamiliar and weighty on your lips.

He glanced down at you, a hint of curiosity glinting in his eye. "What is it?" he asked after your silence prolonged. 

You hesitated, grappling for the right words amidst the tumult within yourself. "About last night..." you began, trailing off as you struggled to articulate your thoughts. 

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "What about last night?" he inquired, his features dripping with self-satisfaction. 

Frustration simmered within you, the prickling sensation of annoyance bubbling beneath the surface. "You know what I mean, swordsman," you replied with exasperation. 

He tilted his head slightly, a playful glint dancing in his eye. "Do I?" he teased. 

A impatient sigh escaped you, the tension mounting with each passing moment. Rising to meet his stance, you looked at him with defiance. "Cut the crap, you know exactly what I'm talking about," you insisted, your tone firm. 

He laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet space between you. In the face of his entertainment, you hesitated, uncertainty creeping into your expression as his chuckles subsided. 

Your gaze fell to the floor. Without the brazenness that came with intoxication, embarrassment flooded your senses. "You know what?" you said in a small, panicked squeak. "Forget it." 

He sighed. 

“Oi,” he called out to you. 

When you didn’t move your head, he crouched back down, looking up to meet your eyes. As his gaze locked with yours, the weight of his stare made your heart flutter, your knees weaken. Your name crossed his lips in a soft whisper, the sound foreign and demanding of attention. "I don't do things I'll regret," he stated simply before rising to his feet and turning to the trapdoor. 

You stood in disbelief for a moment, processing his words. All of a sudden, you scrambled, picking up the cursed dagger from the floor in a hurry as you snapped back to reality.

“Hey,” you shouted after him. “Wait, where are you going?” You asked as you followed him down the ladder. “You can’t just say that and leave.”

“Training,” He answered simply from below, entirely ignoring the latter part of your comment. 

As your feet hit the wooden deck, you watched him walk away in stunned wordlessness. The cool morning air did little to alleviate the heat coloring your cheeks. Gazing out to the horizon, you squinted against the glare of the rising sun. The golden sliver took you by surprise. It was far earlier than you’d expected. The ship lay silent and deserted, a stark contrast to the bustling activity it would soon host. Most of the crew, you assumed, still slumbered in the embrace of their beds.

A parched sensation clawed at your throat, urging you in search of relief. Water. You needed water urgently. With a resolute stride, you crossed the length of the Sunny, headed for the galley, the determination evident in each purposeful step.

You hadn't anticipated anyone else being awake at this early hour, perhaps aside from Sanji. However, you were taken aback to find both Nami and Robin already up and about. The two women were seated at the table, engrossed in a hushed exchange. Nami meticulously pored over intricate navigation charts, while Robin delved into the pages of a book.

A delightful aroma wafted through the air, emanating from the oven where something delicious was clearly baking. Its sweet scent tantalized your senses, yet the chef was nowhere in sight.

Nami quirked an eyebrow in amusement as she watched you make a beeline for the sink, the sound of running water punctuating the quiet atmosphere. "Good morning to you too," she teased, her tone laced with playful sarcasm.

You offered a sheepish smile in response, your lips curling upwards despite the persistent ache in your head. "Morning," you managed to murmur, your voice rough as you filled a glass with cool water.

Meanwhile, Robin's words cut through the tranquility of the moment, catching you off guard as you took a gulp from the glass. "You didn’t sleep in our room yesterday," she observed casually, her gaze still fixed on the book she held in her hands.

The unexpected remark hit you like a sudden gust of wind, causing you to choke on your drink. Water menaced painfully to flood your lungs, and the implications in the tone of the archeologist's statement sent a jolt of embarrassment coursing through you, your mind scrambling to come up with a suitable response.

Struggling to regain your composure, you hastily wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, attempting to conceal the nervousness that threatened to sell you out. "I, uh, ended up crashing in the crow's nest last night," you stammered, your voice quivering slightly as you sought to sound nonchalant.

Nami's eyebrows shot up even higher than before, her expression betraying the flow of her thoughts. "In the crow's nest, huh?" she echoed, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes. "Sounds cozy."

Heat flooded your cheeks as you fumbled for a response, acutely aware of the implications in her tone. Your brain couldn’t help but bring up the sensation of his nails digging into soft flesh, of his grip tightening in your hair. A shiver went down your spine. “Just passed out there,” you answered, your voice squeaky.

A hand popped out of the table in front of the navigator. Nami tsked in annoyance, digging out Berry from her back pocket and placing a handful of notes in the waiting palm.

“Thank you,” Robin said with satisfaction, the fingers counting casually the amount while her eyes were still glued to her book. She suddenly smiled, folding the stack of notes and pocketing them. “In any case, we’re glad to see you’re alright. For a moment last night, we were worried you’d taken an unexpected dip overboard.”

You watched the exchange in disbelief, blood draining from your face. “What was that?” You couldn’t help but ask, ignoring the archeologist’s comment entirely. “What did you guys bet on?”

Nami’s smirk widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she mused with glee. “Don’t worry, it was just a friendly wager.”

"It's not what you think," you protested, your words tumbling out in a hurried jumble. "We were just... talking."

"We?" Nami questioned with a knowing arch of her eyebrow.

Robin's gaze met yours, closing her book with a soft thud. "Talking... Is that what kids are calling it these days?" she teased, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.

As if on cue, Sanji kicked the door open, Zoro not too far behind, their arrival far from subtle. Crates in hand, they burst in with the energy of a brewing storm.

"Hurry up," Sanji barked at the swordsman, impatience evident in his tone. "These are just the start."

Zoro grunted in annoyance, dropping the crates onto the floor without much care. "Why don’t you do your own heavy lifting, you shitty cook," he shot back, his voice tinged with irritation, following him nonetheless.

Sanji's eyebrow twitched, his grip on his cigarette tightening as he took a long drag. "What did you say, moss head?"

Your cheeks flushed under the assessing gazes of Nami and Robin, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

Zoro abruptly halted in his tracks, the cook forgotten as he looked at you. His eye narrowed as he surveyed the scene before him. "What's going on?" he demanded, his steely gaze darting between you and the two women.

“Nothing,” you replied quickly, looking down and getting lost in the suddenly interesting glass in your hands.

Nami’s smirk turned into a grin, her eyes sparkling with something that was almost evil as she leaned back into her chair. “Oh, we were just discussing last night’s sleeping arrangements,” she announced, her tone teasing.

"You see, our dear blacksmith never made it back to our room. Nami and I were quite worried," Robin added, her gaze briefly flickering towards you before settling on the swordsman with a soft smile. "You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Zoro?"

Zoro's expression remained unreadable as he turned his attention to you, his stare piercing and calculating. He leaned against the doorframe, his lip twitched for a fraction of a second, reveling in the chaos in your eyes. "Whatever the witch said," he replied mysteriously, lazily gesturing towards you with a tilt of his head.

You scowled at the nickname, a flicker of irritation crossing your features.

Nami scoffed, her annoyance evidently feigned. "Well, isn’t that convenient?"

You cleared your throat, your hand absentmindedly going to the cursed knife at your waist. “Yes, incredibly convenient.” You shot Zoro a frustrated glare. “In any case, I’ve got work to do.” You stated resolutely, making your way back towards the door.

Robin called your name, stopping you in your tracks. “You left the research out on the table outside last night. I put it in your forge for you, if you ever wondered where it went.”

You flashed her a grateful smile and a small thank you before strolling past the swordsman. He didn’t move out of the way, forcing you to brush against him. The warmth of his body seeped through the fabric of your clothes, sending a subtle jolt of electricity through you. Zoro's gaze flickered with an unreadable intensity, a hint of amusement at your almost unobservable shiver as he tracked your movements.

Suppressing the unexpected flutter in your chest, you flipped him off before continuing on your way.  

He snorted at your defiance, his eye shamelessly tracing the contours of your figure, halting at the hem of your skirt.  His fingers twitched imperceptibly.

Sanji kicked Zoro in the shin, taking back his attention.

"What'd you do that for?" Zoro screeched.

"(Y/n)'s a lady you muscle-headed moron," the cook shouted as he made his way out of the galley with the swordsman in tow.

The heat of your forge was comforting, the familiar act of wrapping your hair in linen cloth allowing you to clear your mind.

You sat down as you waited for the fires to attain the necessary temperature for the task you wanted to attempt. Your fingers traced the uneven edge of the cursed dagger, letting your haki flow to touch it, understand how it was created.

The excruciating pain enveloped your senses like a suffocating shroud. Grappling with the relentless surge of agony coursing through your veins, you gritted your teeth and summoned every ounce of your willpower, determined not to back away. Each pulsating wave of sensation threatened to overwhelm you, but you stood firm, unyielding in your resolve.

As you delved deeper into the essence of the cursed steel, you probed the twisted techniques that had been utilized to imbue it with haki, tracing the dark tendrils of its creation back to their source. The images that flickered behind your closed eyes were a haunting reminder of the suffering endured, the echoes of distress etched into the very fabric of the blade's existence as life force was taken forcefully.

Hazy visions of torment danced before you, each blurry snapshot a testament to the cruelty that had been employed in making the dagger. You felt the agony, heard the anguish, the cries of souls torn from their mortal shells. It was as if the blade itself bore witness to the violent depths of human depravity, a silent beholder to the atrocities committed in the name of science.

Never before had you encountered such haki-infused steel, a material that carried the imprint of darkness in its very essence. It was a rare sight, one that sent an unwelcome surge of dread in your mind, for you recognized its origins all too well. Only in the creations forged by your own hands had you glimpsed such power and pain. You couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of responsibility for its existence.

The task ahead of you was daunting, for you knew all too well the challenges that lay in dismantling a black blade. More often than not, it was an impossible feat, the sentience that came with stolen life force resisting all attempts to break its hold. Hells, you had tried to destroy Yokubari more times than you could count. But as you gazed down at the steel along the tips of your fingers, you harbored a steadfast determination—a refusal to allow such a perversion to persist in this world.

You let your haki recede, the fires crackling and hissing as they cast flickering shadows across the walls. The beads of sweat that were starting to dot your brow gave you the indication that the temperature you needed was almost there.

As you approached the roaring furnace, the heat radiating from the inferno grazed at your skin, searing and intense, but you paid it no mind, your focus consumed by the task at hand. Your eyes lost themselves in the flames. You deposited the dagger on the bed of coal daring the fire to devour it. The flames eagerly licked at the black surface as if hungry for the power that pulsed within. The steel hissed and sputtered, the sound like a chorus of angry spirits protesting their fate, but still, you pressed on, pumping the bellows with practiced ease.

As the dagger sank deeper into the molten heart of the forge, the fires roared to life with renewed intensity, casting dancing sharpening shadows. The air grew thick with the scent of burning metal. You reached in with your haki, prying at the soul within in hope to release it.

It fought with the vigor of a dying animal. You tried kindness, tried forcefulness, nothing worked. The steel stood still, edge looking back at you in defiance. You took it out of the orange coals, tossing it on your anvil in anger.  

You swore in fury, gritting your teeth as you sat back in your chair, eyeing the insolent blade from afar. Frustration coursed through your veins at your inadequacy, at your weakness. The flames continued to rage around you only adding to the exertion you felt.

You spotted green hair in the periphery of your vision. You groaned, in no mood to entertain anyone’s antics.

Zoro's figure loomed in the doorway of your forge for what felt like an eternity. His presence cast a long shadow across the floor as he leaned casually against the frame. His gaze was inscrutable as he watched you, the faintest hint of curiosity gleaming in his eye.

"What's got you all worked up?" he asked, his voice gravelly.

You shot him a glare, your frustration overflowing. "This damn dagger," you muttered, gesturing towards the cursed blade with a displeased flick of your wrist. "It won't yield. I've tried everything, but it's like it's... alive."

Zoro's expression remained impassive as he stepped further into the forge, his eye narrowing slightly as he studied the dagger. "Alive, huh?" he echoed, his tone thoughtful.

You nodded, tossing your head back and closing your lids. You heard the faint rustle of fabric as he moved. “Don’t touch it,” you warned. “I just took it out of the fires.”

His gaze flickered towards you, his fingers stopping mid motion at your warning. He took a few steps back from the uncomfortable heat of the fires, twirling Uragiri in his hand mindlessly as he deliberated over something. With a small smile he threw the sword to you.

"Catch," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Your eyes snapped open at his words, you struggled to react in time, momentarily caught off guard by his unexpected action, but managed to snatch the blade in the air just before it could slip out of your reach, securing it firmly in your grasp.

All thoughts of the dagger vacated your mind. Your brow furrowed in disbelief as you unsheathed the sword and inspected the steel. "Have you already mastered it?" you inquired incredulously, taken aback by the possibility that he could have learned it so swiftly.

"No," he replied bluntly, his tone leaving no room for ambiguity.

Your frown deepened in confusion. "Then why?" you pressed, genuinely puzzled by his intentions.

"You're teaching me," he stated matter-of-factly, his words hanging in the air with a weight that belied their simplicity.

You blinked. “I’m teaching you?” you repeated, momentarily stunned by his response. Teaching him? The notion seemed absurd, considering the formidability of his skills as a swordsman. “You mean like what I did in the research facility?” you asked.

His confirming grunt sent a shiver down your spine.

You ignored the sensation, looking at the sword as you pondered the idea over. "No," you decided firmly, refusing to entertain it any longer than necessary.

"Huh?" Zoro's brows furrowed in confusion, his tone laced with a hint of frustration. "Why not?" he pressed, his gaze searching yours for an explanation.

You squinted, his attitude rubbing on you. "I’m not teaching you how to reverberate haki. It's too dangerous," you sneered down at him from your low vantage point, white scabbard clutched tightly in your hands. "We're on a ship," you added, as though the mere mention of your surroundings underscored the inherent risk of what he was proposing. “With people.”

He scoffed, making his way to you. “It’ll be fine,” he assured you, moving towards your seated form, his boots stopping close to yours.

You looked up at him, resolute stare meeting his, your back digging firmly in the back of your chair. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his cocky reassurance, his arrogance only serving to fuel your irritation. "Fine?" you echoed incredulously, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, well, if you say it'll be fine, then I guess we have nothing to worry about."

Zoro's lips quirked into a smug smirk at your biting retort, his gaze challenging you to match his confidence. "Exactly," he replied, his voice low and gruff as he leaned in closer. His fingers grazed the wooden top of the workbench behind you, the warmth of his breath touched your heated cheek.

You fought to suppress the flutter in your chest at his proximity, unwilling to let him see how easily he could unsettle you. "Well, forgive me if I don't share your blind optimism," you shot back, your words laced with thinly veiled annoyance.

He chuckled softly at your barbed response, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Then, are you underestimating me, witch?” he teased, his tone playful as he reached out to lightly brush his fingers against the ashes on your cheek.

For a sliver of a moment, you almost melted into his touch but the surge of anger that rose inside you at his audacity took over. "Don't do that," you snapped, swatting his hand away with more force than strictly necessary.

The swordsman’s smirk widened at your reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he stepped back, hands raised in mock surrender.

You gritted your teeth in frustration, struggling to maintain your composure. "I'm serious," you warned, your voice edged with firmness. "This is a bad idea, and I won't be held responsible if something goes wrong."

His gaze locked with yours. His fingers brushed yours along the lacquered wood of the scabbard.

Your resolve wavered. “Fine,” you hissed. “Just let me change first.”

You should have fucking stuck to your instincts. You swore under your breath as you pried Uragiri out of the moron’s hands.

“Kind and reassuring, you idiot,” you yelled at the man before you. “Not fucking brute force.”

Zoro's scowl deepened, his brows furrowing in irritation at your outburst. "What's your problem? I almost had it,” he shouted, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"My problem?" you shot back incredulously, frustration welling up to the surface. "You're reckless, impulsive, and completely oblivious to the consequences of your actions. You can’t control your haki properly and you weren’t even close to getting it."

Zoro bristled at your words, his jaw clenched with vexation. "You're a shit teacher," he retorted defensively. "If you'd stop yelling at me for two seconds, maybe I could actually make some progress."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Progress?" you echoed, cynicism coloring your tone. "You call that progress? Nearly slicing the ship in two because you're too stubborn to listen to reason?"

Zoro's expression hardened slightly at the mention of his previous blunder, a flicker of displeasure crossing his features. "I can handle it," he insisted obstinately, though the strain in his voice betrayed a crack in his bravado.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "That's not the point," you replied wearily, your anger giving way to exhaustion. "The point is that you need to learn control. You can't just charge into every situation without thinking things through."

“Are you giving me a lecture on impulsivity?” He snorted. “That’s rich.”

You winced at the truth of his words. “Apparently I fucking have to” you gritted through clenched teeth.

“Fine,” he relented stiffly. “Show me again.”

You took in a deep breath trying to rein in your own irritation. This was going nowhere. “Let’s try something different,” you sighed. “Since my way is clearly not working, show me how your haki works.”

Zoro’s scowl softened as he considered your suggestion. “My haki?” He mused. “I can do that,” he said smugly.

You set Uragiri to the side, taking a seat on the wood of the deck. You watched as he did the same not too far from you. Watched as he casually reached within, looking for the well of his willpower. 

With practiced ease, haki flowed along his skin, coating the tips of his fingers, his hand, his arm.

Your breath caught as the air buzzed with electricity. It was stunning, breathtaking. The mastery, the dominance. It was entirely different than yours. You didn’t understand how he did it.

Your fingers twitched, tentatively moving to touch his. 

The raw power was intoxicating, sharp and ready to kill.

His gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that seemed to pierce through your very soul. You couldn't decipher the thoughts swirling behind that unwavering stare, but the mischievous glint that danced in his eye hinted at a deeper comprehension than he let on. With a subtle smirk, he delved further into his reserves, channeling his haki with a newfound fervor that left you in awe.

"Can't control my haki?" he teased, referring to your earlier critique.

"You're still stuck on that? Stop showing off," you chided, your tongue clicking in disapproval. "Uragiri needs kindness and reassurance, not this shit."

"Then show me kind and reassuring," he challenged, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes with steely determination.

"I've never quite grasped armament haki, so I’m not sure how one would go about it with that technique," you admitted with a hint of vulnerability. "My willpower isn't rooted in a desire to fight, but to create," you explained, reaching instinctively into the depths of yourself. “You can’t achieve what I did in the research lab by simply coating a sword. You need to understand it, find the haki woven in the layers steel.”

Your hand went to Uragiri at your side, bringing it in between you and the swordsman. “It’s important to observe how a blade was made, when you’re going at it the way I am,” you continued calmly, extending your haki along the swirls of the steel. “Observe which areas of the steel bends, which holds firm. How strong the core stands. It’s all part of a sword’s soul.”

His expression softened, mirroring your sincerity as he watched the black spirals emanate from your palm, the movements of your fingers as they grazed the sharpness of the edge with genuine curiosity. Tentatively, he allowed his haki to recede, attempting to replicate your technique with careful precision.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you observed his earnest efforts, the intensity of his focus drawing you in. In that moment, he seemed almost youthful, his features tempered by the sheer concentration etched upon his face.

“You don’t have to go about it in the same way I do,” you said after watching him struggle for a while. “I’m certain you can achieve a similar effect with your own technique. There’s always more than one solution to every challenge.”

You suddenly shot up to your feet, steps urgently taking you back towards your forge. You had an idea. A different way you could approach the dagger. “Keep going at it, you’ll figure it out.” You shouted back at him.

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