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xxkitty13 · 2 years ago

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Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

NSFW

Previous Chapters- Part 1, Part 5

Next Chapter- Part 7

Previously: A sudden trip is given to the Ti’s by the Abask family. Overwhelmed, y/n decides to brush it off. In Dr. Hans' office, her and Buggy find more evidence of his involvement in the scheme. In the heat of the moment, she seeks comfort from the pirate and makes the first move. Yasi becomes suspicious of their relationship and mingles with their plans.

Part 6: Jealousy

Music rang from the large circus tent. Roars of people were heard from the distance. With the night approaching, colorful lights stretched outside.

“Oh, what’s going on in there?”

“Are they throwing a party without me?!”

Buggy hurries his pace and starts dragging y/n to the commotion. Her feet barely make steps as she tried to adjust to his speed.

“Ah, slow down!”

He ignores her pleads and simply carries her body. They make it inside the tent and are met with the whole crew enjoying the night.

“What’s going on here?” His voice booms through the ring.

The crewmates drop their laughter and stare at the angered captain. Their eyes then trail to the woman he holds. Y/n becomes uneasy at the sudden gaze towards her. Buggy feels her tense in his arms and gently sets her down. She takes note of the members of his crew. All appear to be wearing bold fashion statements. Others stuck out like a sore thumb, certainly freaks of the world.

“Captain, you’re back,”— Mohji gives him a large mug— “Sorry to start the fun without, but there’s plenty to drink.”

"Aye captain, who's the pretty lady? Is she your girlfriend?" One man shouts, followed by laughter from the rest of the crew.

Buggy grunts at the drunken man, placing y/n's bags down.

"Tsk, it's none of your concern."

"She is, isn't she?"

The few women of his crew encircle y/n, happy that the captain has finally found a partner.

"This is nice, we have another girl aboard! Come on, let us introduce you everybody!"

They drag her to another part of the ring, leaving Buggy alone at the entrance. He groans at his crew for taking his woman away. With a sigh, he takes a gulp of the strong alcohol in the mug.

"So is it true?" He looks to his left and sees Cabaji walking towards him. "Is she joining our crew?"

The captain looks inside the mug he holds. Their relationship is merely beginning and has not thought about that important question. Will she join his crew? He knows he would let her join in an instant, but will she agree to the request? He does not know.

He chugs the remaining liquid and traces his gaze to his chief of staff.

"It's not decided yet. But she'll be residing here for now."

Cabaji scoffs.

"Cabaji, I have an important task for you."

"What is it captain?"

Buggy grins. "I'd like for you take y/n under your wing."

"What?!"

"I need you to find an act for her. Prepare a routine for tomorrow's show."

"Captain, with all due respect, it is impossible for her learn a routine by tomorrow. She has no experience."

"She'll do fine. Treat her nicely, captain's orders," he chuckles away, leaving Cabaji in a frustrating mess.

On the other side of the ring, y/n is bombarded with questions. It becomes overwhelming and it was to her luck that Buggy came to her rescue.

“Ladies, I need you to give her some space.”

The women groan as Buggy pulls her out of their little circle. Y/n thought the attention was over, but he took her to the middle of the ring.

"Oh no," she thought.

"Listen my freaks," he calls out. "This is y/n and is an important guest of mine. I advise you all to treat her as such."

The Buggy pirates stare at the woman intently. Y/n disliked being the center of attention, her palms sweat from anxiety. Her eyes scan the crowd, their expressions were hard to read. Is it a look of disgust or curiosity? It felt like school again, even in a freakshow, she's an outcast.

Buggy ushers a subordinate to give him another drink. He grabs the mug and takes a gulp of the burning alcohol. "Now let's continue on with the party!"

The pirates roar and cheer at the night of fun. Y/n huffs out, thanking that the small speech is over. A pirate approached her and handed her a drink. Before she could deny the gesture, he forcefully placed it in her hands and stumbled away.

She stared at the overspilling mug, it reeked of cheap beer. Drinking didn't scare her, but she has never been a big fan of the taste. Beer is at the bottom of her list.

"What's wrong?" Buggy states, chugging down his drink.

"I don't like beer."

He chuckles. "Liking beer is an essential part of being a pirate," he says grabbing the mug out of her hand.

"But I'm not a pirate."

"Yet," he thinks to himself.

He nudges someone nearby to grab her bags from the entrance. With the bags at hand, he gives the mug out to the first person he sees.

"Come on, they won't notice that we're gone."

They arrive to his room once again. The voices are still heard from the ring.

"You should get some rest. Cabaji will begin your routine early in the morning."

"Huh? Cabaji will? Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Both Mohji and Cabaji are in charge of the acts, but Mohji is busy with other tasks. Besides, I need you two to get along."

"It's going to be hard to patch things up between," she sighs laying facedown on the bed.

Buggy removes his hat and places it down on the large dresser. He goes to lay next her and places his hand on her lower back.

"Do you think I can do it?"

"Do what?"

"Perform in your show. Everyone is able to do incredible stunts and captivate the audience, but I'm not cut out for that."

He begins to rub her back. "Don't be scared, Cabaji won't give you anything difficult to do. I know you'll do great."

Y/n sits up and Buggy does the same. He picks her body up, making her yelp, and sits her on his lap. "What are you doing?" she asks, holding onto his shoulders. He pecks her lips.

That's when she felt something poking her lower region. Buggy uses his hands to press her bottom on his crotch. She knows exactly what it is.

"B-Buggy. . . w-what are you doing?" She tenses up at the feeling of the hard bulge.

"Picking up where we left off," he grunts out.

"I-I don't think I can. . ."

He stops and looks at her eyes. "What is it?"

She looks away. "I just. . . never shown my body to a man before. . ."

His hand takes a hold of her chin, using his thumb to rub against her soft skin. "Don't worry, you don't have to show your body to me." He leans to her ear. "I know you're curious to see what's underneath."

Her eyes widen at his words. Buggy grabs her hand and make her grope his stinging erection under his pants. In shock at the action, she freezes.

"Go ahead, unzip them for me."

Y/n looks up at Buggy, who only gives her a smug look. Using her shaking hands, she goes to trim of his pants and tugs on the metal zipper. She unzips the pants and reveals his boxers. Uneasy, she takes her hand off his crotch.

He softly laughs and makes both of them stand up from the bed.

"On your knees."

"Huh?" She gives him a puzzled look, but with those green eyes, she obliges.

"Go on."

Again, she nervously placed her fingers over the waistline of this pants and found herself holding his boxers. In a quick pull, the throbbing erection popped out in a springing motion.

She gasps at the sight; it is her first time seeing the real thing. It is definitely strange, the hard member is covered in veins and blue hair covers the base, trailing up his belly button.

"What's wrong? Don't be shy," he says, stroking himself.

Amazed by it, she gives him a flushed look. With one hand, she wraps her fingers around the base. Buggy flinches at the foreign touch. Her hand wraps his member nicely. He gulps, watching her other hand grab ahold of it.

It is rock solid, something she did not expect. It is also warm; the skin is rather soft and somewhat rubbery. She looks up at the pirate, wondering what the next command is.

He goes to hold his own dick, making y/n let go of it. The next thing he does surprises her, he slaps his dick over her face.

"Open up," he says sliding his tip over her smooth lips. Stunned, she slowly opens her mouth as Buggy pushes it in.

He nudges her to open wide, letting himself feel her wet cavern. It is a lovely sensation for the pirate. It took all he had in him to not push the young woman down on his cock. He only grunts at the warmth.

The taste is strange to y/n, it is salt-like. Buggy's gaze at her changed, waiting for her to do her job. She exhales, knowing what he wants her to do. Both of her hands wrap around the erection, her mouth sinks down the shaft. She has no idea how to please a man, but she'll do her best.

It's like the books, she thought, sucking on the member. Although it is never the same in person. The girth of the member makes hard to take in completely. She uses her hands to stroke the bottom portion, Buggy barely holds back his moans. The grunts coming out of the pirate's mouth excites y/n, only making her eager to please him.

The sucking becomes faster, wet noises fill the room, she hums at the motion. Buggy enjoys every second of it, his breathing is deepening at each time her mouth sucks in his cock. He grits, lust pumping throughout his body.

Buggy hitches, he wants to fuck her mouth already. In haste of the moment, his gloved hand grabs the back of head, tugging on her hair. With force, y/n's mouth plummets down the base of the member. She gags, almost throwing up at the gag reflex. Buggy, who's too lost to notice, continues to fuck her mouth. He thrusts with great speed, only wanting to cum.

It did not take long for the pirate to release his hot cum inside the woman's mouth. Sweat drips down his face, enjoying the orgasm that spreads throughout his body. He did not expect to arrive so quickly, it has been ages.

Y/n swallows his load, tasting the rather bitter flavor on her tongue. Buggy releases his grip on her hair. She removes her mouth for his soften dick and coughs out, feeling a stinging pain on the back of her throat.

"Sorry, I got lost. . ." he pants out.

Y/n wiped the tears off her eyes and holds her abused throat. Buggy goes to caress her cheek. "Good girl." She blushes at the name.

He zips up his pants and helps the woman off the floor.

"Go ahead and rest, I'm going to check on my crew. I'll be back shortly."

She nods as he gives her a kiss on the cheek. He chuckles, leaving her in the room. Y/n sighs and heads to the bathroom. She checks her throat, it seems fine.

"Men. . . are something else." she laughs to herself.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

In the following morning, a knock is heard. Buggy groans at the sound that disturbed his slumber.

"Who's knocking?"

"It's Cabaji, captain. Remember your order?"

Lazily, he turns to wake up y/n.

"I hate to interrupt your sleep, but your training is about to begin."

She yawns and rolls out of the warm bed. Buggy drifts back to sleep as y/n heads to the bathroom. She quickly gets herself ready for the day, keeping Cabaji waiting terrifies her. After dressing, she goes to open the door. There the man waits for her, leaning against the wall.

He looks down at her, a mean scowl emits from his face.

"Um, good morning," she squeaks out.

“Hmph.” He whips his hair and walks away. Y/n follows behind, twirling her fingers to release her anxiety.

“You know you’ve been causing me a lot of trouble. Captain just had to make me get up this early to teach his little pet some tricks.”

“It’s not like I wanted to either,” she mumbles.

They enter the ring and props fill the space.

“Let’s see, what are you good at? I’m sure you can do a flip or something.”

She shakes her head. This makes Cabaji groan.

“Look, this is the best circus in all of the East Blue. We cannot let an average person like you ruin our show.”

“Can’t I just be someone’s assistant? Do you have a magician?”

“That spot is already taken, besides, his act requires the assistant to have skill.”

Y/n goes to sit down on a bench and uses her arm to lay her head. This would be easy if she was still alive.

“My mother used to be an acrobat, but I never got the chance to learn from her.”

Cabaji is intrigued by this fact. “An acrobat huh? I’m sure you got it in you. Well, you’ll never get to my level,” he chuckles.

“Look Cabaji. I’m sorry that I hit. . . you know. . .”

He grunts, remembering the stinging pain.

“You were going to kill me. I just defended myself.”

The acrobat knows this, but he continues to hold his grudge. “That shit hurt for days. You didn’t have to hit me that hard.”

Y/n laughs at his outburst. “I said I was sorry.”

He scowls. “Whatever, I guess I’ll have to leave that in past since captain has taking a liking towards you.”

He walks around the ring, trying to think of an act that would fit with the show. He knows y/n is not able to do any stunts, but an idea comes to mind.

“I think there’s something that you can do.”

He looks at her up and down.

“Perhaps it will top all the performances tonight,” he boasts.

She looks at him confused. The way Cabaji eyed her made her blush. He approach her and offers his hand.

“Let’s do an act together. I’ll do everything, all you have to do is follow my lead,” he grins. “However, you will have to take a risk.”

She hesitates to grab his hand, but complying will repair the strain between the two. The acrobat smiles at her for the first time.

“Good. We don’t have a lot of time, so let’s begin.”

.°˖✧.°˖✧

The evening arrives sooner than expected. The crew is rushing to prepare for the show. People fill the circus tent, eager to see what new acts the pirates will display.

Buggy peaks through the curtains and scans around the ring. In the middle of the arena, sat Yasi. He grunts at his appearance and backs away from the curtains.

“Alright freaks, the show will start at 8:00 pm sharp. Get your asses ready!”

He looks around the mayhem behind stage. Y/n is not here.

“Cabaji!” He calls out.

“Yes captain!”

“Where’s y/n?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s in your room. She mentioned that she has stage fright. She’ll come out when our act is up.”

“Our?” He questions.

“You’ll see.” He laughs.

He grabs Cabaji by his vest. “You best not make a fool out of her.”

“No, no captain. It’s nothing like that.” He sweats. Buggy lets go of him.

“Like you said, I’ll see.”

Time ticks and the clock strikes to 8:00pm.

“It’s showtime!”

Buggy stands behind the curtain, waiting for his cue. The show starts with the grand entry of the pirate clown. People are amused to see him again. His charisma captures the joy of the audience. As usual, he starts talking to his guest and commence with his jokes. With the audience in glee, the acts begin.

Y/n paces across the room, biting her nails. There’s plenty of people the fill the bleachers of the tent. Never ending sweat fills her palms. Her heart races will each tick of the clock. The next act will start shortly and it’s hers.

A knock bangs on the door, she jumps at the sudden sound. The door opens reveling Cabaji.

“Y/n are you ready? We’re up next.”

“I-I don’t think I can do this.”

The acrobat walks up to her and holds her shoulders to stop her quivering.

“You’ll be fine, just wear the mask. Nobody will notice you besides Yasi.”

She exhales out and looks at the mask. It is a white full coverage mask; jewels line the plastic, and the paint adds a feminine touch.

“I know, I know. . . It’s just, do you think this outfit is a bit revealing?”

Cabaji looks at the glittery mesh body suit. The color red suits her.

“I’m wearing something similar. I don’t think it’s that lewd.”

“But you’re always showing your abs. This is the most I revealed,” she says hiding her body.

Cabaji removes her arms and takes a look of her figure. “You got nothing to worry about. You have a nice body.”

Her face turns red at the compliment. Cabaji realized what he said. “Ah, I mean. . . forget I said that.”

The two stay silent.

“Next act in two minutes!”

“It’s time, let’s go," he says. Y/n nods and follows after him, putting on the mask.

Buggy stands in the middle of the ring, excited to call out the next performance. Just like the crowd, he is ready to see what spectacle Cabaji has to offer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to our next act!"

The lights dim as Buggy walks to the outer edges of the ring. Y/n gulps, holding onto Cabaji's hand tightly. A bright light centers to the curtain and it finally opens.

They run to the middle of the ring and Cabaji helps y/n to the small stand. Now alone, the light changes to red. Y/n poses, ready to start her solo. Music plays as she shows off her body. With every note, she captivates the audience. Each movement flows with the beat of the song, using her curves to add a proactive touch.

Cabaji jumps to the stand with y/n, the duo encircles each other, adding a fight for dominance. He takes lead of the dance, allowing her body to flow with his.

In shock by this, Buggy watches with a gape mouth. This is not what he had in mind. Meanwhile, Yasi knew who hid behind the mask. He watched in awe, falling more in love with the woman. Despite the intimate dance with the acrobat, he enjoyed watching her move with the tight attire.

The dance ends with y/n's back arched over Cabaji's arm. The audience claps. The music transitions and a line of rope emerges from the ceiling.

"Remember what we practice. Stay on my toes and grab onto me tightly."

Cabaji and y/n go to their respective posts, climbing the poles to reach the level of the rope. The rope stops and production teams add a net below. Usually this would not be a part of the show, but Buggy would kill him if she got hurt.

Standing on the thin rope is difficult; however, it adds a daring element. Y/n does her best to keep her balance as she walks to the middle to meet Cabaji. Each step sinks down, vibrating the thin line.

“Don’t look down, eyes on me.”

Y/n takes a hard gulp, obeying his words. Her covered feet stood still despite being a shaking mess. She stays close to him, her torso is practically on his hard abs. It was his idea to do a tightrope routine, he knew it was a hasty move, but y/n is a natural.

He begins the tango inspired dance. She closes her eyes, remembering the intense practice they had together. Locking in, she blocked the audience and the drop below, it's just her and Cabaji. He grabs her hand and spins her, an advanced move she mastered in a short amount of time.

Soon, the routine was all on Cabaji. He throws y/n into the air, as he flips himself on the rope, catching her last minute. With the woman in grasp, he continues to stunt, using her like a prop. People held onto their seats, watching the masked woman twirl in the air.

It was time for the last part of the routine. Y/n held her breath as Cabaji threw her up for the last time. She drops below the line, making the crowd believe she'll fall on the flimsy net, but a pair of hands grab her arms. The acrobat uses his lower legs to stay on the rope and he bends upside down. He pulls y/n up and back on the rope as they hold hands, raising their free hand in the air.

Silence fills the tent as loud cheer sounds off from the audience. The tightrope slowly comes down and Buggy could barely process what he’s seen.

Missing his cue, he breaks out of his trance and runs to the ring.

“Give it up for our amazing acrobats!”

Claps fill the ring and y/n could only smile behind the mask. Cabaji tugs her to jump off with him. They bid a final goodbye and head backstage.

The captain watched with a glare, seeing his subordinate run off with his woman. He kept his composure as he had to stay with the crowd for the next act.

“Oh, I did it!” she yells out, removing her mask.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about.” He says picking her up. The acrobat twirls y/n around in his arms.

“I’m surprised you were able to balance up that high so quickly. You’ll be a great acrobat like your mother.”

She hides her face with her hands. “You think so?”

Still in his arms, he looks at in her eyes. “I know talent when I see it.” He puts her down. “I was wrong about you. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

Y/n gives him a big smile.

The crewmates who lingered watch the two share a small moment together. They whisper to each other, wondering what relationship the newcomer has with their executives.

The clock continued to tick, and the circus is finally at its end. The performers come out to wave their final farewell. The guest leave and a celebration commenced between the Buggy Pirates.

Y/n laid on top of Richie while Cabaji and Mohji drank next to the large lion. They offer her a drink to which she accepts. She takes a sip of rim filled cup and gags at the taste. The pirates laugh at her and peer pressure her to chug it. Just for the night, she does and gulps down the burning drink. The three laugh as she gags once again.

Buggy leans against a post, barely taking a sip of his own drink. He glanced at them from a distance. He has never seen y/n laugh like that. His blood boils and a wave of unprecedented anger rushes through his veins. It was far worse than jealousy- envy.

"I'm going to change now; I'll catch up with you guys later." She waves her hand as she heads to Buggy's room.

They return the gesture and continue the night of fun.

Buggy takes the courage to walk up to them and takes a hold of Cabaji.

“What was that about?”

The acrobat, beyond buzzed, turns to face his captain. “Wh-what was what?”

He grunts. “Don’t play dumb, are you hitting on y/n?”

“Hit?”— hiccup— “No captain. Why would I hit y/n? I didn’t hurt her.”

Buggy groans. He’ll have to wait till he sobers up to confront him. Mohji only eyed the two, slowly stepping away. He hasn’t had much to drink compared to his mate and knows not to mess with these type of dilemmas.

“Whatever.” The captain storms off and follows behind y/n.

The door swings open, startling y/n who only began to unzip the body suit. Buggy slams the door and approached her.

“Buggy? Did something happen?”

“Are you messing with my men now?”

“What? What do you mean?”

He throws his hat to the ground and grips her by the shoulders. Eyes that once beamed of love, turned dark. “Why the hell were you so close with Cabaji, huh?”

“Buggy he made the routine. I didn’t think it meant anything.”

“Tsk.” He lets her go and turns away. “I get it.”

Y/n furrows her brows at the statement.

“He’s normal. . .”

She sighs and goes to touch his arm. “Buggy, I don’t care for him. I like you.”

The pirate stops breathing for a moment and slowly turns his gaze to the woman. “Why do you like me? I’m a freak of nature.” He begins to shake.

Immediately, she kisses him. Buggy does not comply and stops the kiss. "Don't do this out of pity."

"I'm not. I mean it." She cups his face and leans in for another kiss. "Why won't you believe me?" He grabs her hands and leans in for comfort.

"How can a beauty love a hideous face?"

Her eyes soften at those words. "Buggy, you're handsome." She goes to boop his most insecure part. "Your nose makes you hot," she says teasing at him.

Buggy melts, no one has ever praised his nose. His cheeks warm up, the white face paint is not able to hide the blush underneath. "S-shut up. Ugh, what are you doing to me?" He facepalms. Looking through his fingers, he takes a good look at y/n. Oh, how he wished to remove that tight body suit. Everything about her is perfect.

"Shit woman, you don't know what you've done."

The pirate throws her to the bed, making her yelp as she hits cold sheets. Before she could say a word, Buggy pounces on her and attacks her lips. Y/n wraps herself around him and returns the kiss. It deepens, messily moving their lips over each other. He slips his tongue in her mouth, twirling against her own. He sucks on her tender tongue; a small moan is released from the woman. With a pop, he lets go and y/n goes to nibble on his bottom lip. Enticing him for more.

Buggy huffs out, his mind only focused on the woman pinned down on his bed. He yearns for intimacy. Longing for the loving touch of a woman and now, y/n is under him. She will be his. His thoughts trace to the performance, to see y/n be close to another man drove him mad. He channels that anger into lust and rips the thin mesh suit open.

"I'll make you mine."

"B-Buggy!" She covers her exposed chest, but he forcefully pins her arms over her head with one hand. Using his teeth, he removes the glove of his free hand and gropes her soft titty. Two fingers play with her nipple. "B-bu-buggy. . ." She gives him a flush look, surprised that he dares to touch her in this way.

He chuckles, his fingers trail down her chest, tearing the suit all the way down to her stomach. He comes dangerously close over her womanhood. The touch makes her jolt, her body becomes light from the foreign sensation.

The pirate completely cuts the suit all the way down the middle, revealing her most private regions.

"Bu-Buggy!" Her legs shut tight.

"What's wrong, darling? Let me return the favor from last night." His bare hand sits over her stomach, slowly moving down.

She gulps, this scared her, but she wants to feel the pleasures of sex. This man is willing to take her to next level. "I. . . this is embarrassing," she mumbles. Buggy hand roams over the fluff covering the sensitive flesh.

"Don't worry love, I could care less," he says kissing below her belly button, leaving a trail of kisses down her inner thigh. She hitches, her breathing accelerates. As soon as Buggy goes to pry her legs open, she freezes.

“Come on baby, open up.”

She shakes her head, too shy to reveal what’s underneath. The pirate smiles at her. “It will be ok, say no if you don’t like it.” He winks at her.

At such a vulnerable state, all she can do is give in to his tactics. She spreads open and grabs a pillow to hide her face. Buggy removes his other glove and goes down on her. His hot breath is felt over the cold skin, he licks his lips from hunger.

"I haven't touched you yet,"— he murmurs— “look at how wet you are for me." His fingers spread the delicate folds; his tongue goes over the throbbing bud.

Oh, it was a wonderful bliss to y/n. The warm tongue flicks against her clit, stimulating the nerve bundles to the maximum. His raspy chin rubs against her skin, adding another stimulating factor. She bites the pillow, trying to hide the moans. This wouldn't do for Buggy; he wants her to beg for him.

Without a warning, he sticks his index finger inside her needy hole. It is uncomfortable at first, but Buggy kept her busy with his tongue, the never-ending lapping between her folds brought her ecstasy. This is amplified with the finger inside of her.

"B-Buggy-"

There it is. However, he wants to take it up a notch.

Another finger is added inside. Y/n feels herself stretch at the insertion of the digit. It burns slightly, but that is deduced by the in and out motion of his fingers.

"Mmm. . ."

He fingers her gently, stretching her out little by little. Y/n looks over the pillow she holds and is meet with those gorgeous green orbs. The pirate gives her a flirty wink and begins to devour his feast.

The outburst of her moans turned him on. Encouraging him to play with her sex. He fingers her fiercely, prepping her for the upcoming event. His thumb presses against her sensitive bean, sucking on the lips of her pussy.

"B-Buggy. . . more-" Her hands slither to his bandana, trying to get a hold of his head. She removes the scarf and grips his hair. The tug on his scalp became tight. "Oh-"

She is absolutely enjoying herself. In her trance, she pulls on his blue hair, riding his face. Buggy is taken aback and hums on her pussy. She arches her back at the erotic scene, the juices run down the pirate’s jaw. It was then she found the sensational pleasure of his nose rubbing against her hot clit. The texture drove her crazy, she bucks her hips, ridding against the large nose.

Buggy held onto her hips; the woman is going to drown him. He did not mind, who would have thought she would be so needy.

In lathering in the sweet juices, he adds another finger to spice up the act. Y/n moans out loud, pulling his hair harder. A building up throb emerges from her pussy, the climax is close. And Buggy is eager to take her there.

Y/n's legs shake, nearing the release of her orgasm. Buggy overstimulates her insides and feels the flesh around him clench, finally.

"Fuck- Buggy!" she moans, eyes rolling back. The grip on the pirate's hair is released. She bucks one last time, riding out the orgasm onto his used wet nose.

It is hard for y/n to catch her breath; this is something she's never felt before, and it was amazing.

Buggy clears his throat, wiping his drench face with his sleeve. His red makeup is mostly gone, but he does not care.

"We're not done yet love."

"Hmm?" she weakly huffs out.

The pirate starts to remove all of his clothing, his naked body is now presented. Everything is foggy to y/n, but once her vision clears, she finally sees the monster of a man in front of her.

It is Buggy and his hard rock erection. Again, she'll have to deal with that beast.

"What's wrong babe, I'll show what a real man has to offer."

He slaps his hard cock on her worn out pussy, rubbing his shaft in between the wet folds.

"Are you ready love?" he sultry whispers, gaining her full attention.

She exhales, her virginity is at stake, but this is the man she wants to lose it too. So, she nods, allowing him to take full control.

Buggy knows it is not wise to go in raw, but it is a risk he's willing to take. He feels sorry that there's no lube to ease the entrance and he is not willing to wait any longer.

The tip of his cock glides to her hole. He begins the insertion, feeling himself be swallowed. It is a different type of constriction compared to his fingers. The tightness is overwhelming. He grunts, slowly going in.

Y/n feels the rim of her hole burn from the stretching. The girth is getting larger as the base nears the entryway. Her eyes begin to water, her body shakes at the pain.

Buggy leans over, his face directly above hers.

“It’s okay- the pain will be gone soon.” He goes to kiss her, distracting her from the pain.

She wraps herself around him, embracing the stinging pain that spreads inside of her.

“Relax,” he calls out, feeling her tense up. She complies, focusing on his soft lips.

It did not take long for the base of his dick to reach her skin.

“Fuck-” he grits. Buggy has only entered her and it’s already making him weak. “Are. . . you okay?”

“Mhm,” she whispers. She looks down to see the view, it surprised her that she’s able to take in something of that size.

Feeling ready, the pirate pulls out, only going halfway. He inserts himself back in, the hot cavern takes him in so nicely. Tears form as y/n claws his back. Buggy kiss the salty tears, penetrating her slowly. He attacks her neck, sucking and nipping. He picks up the pace, trying to hit deeper.

"Shit, you're so tight." He could honestly cum inside of her at the moment, but that would be disappointing.

His hands roam to her chest, squeezing her breast and runs his tongue over her nipple. She moans softly at the touch, wanting more. The pirate nibbles her needy bud and begins to suck on it. The thrusts accelerate as she loosens up at the arousal.

Buggy fucks her faster and harder, her walls enclosing on his member.

"You're mine, you're mine, you're mine," he mumbles.

His long hair falls over her face, he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pushing her body down on his dick. The bed creaks with every heavy thrust. She squirms under him, barely taking the force of the penetration.

Buggy moves his hair out the way, watching her tits bounce at the movement. She's a moaning mess. He smirks, loving the way she's taking his length.

"Say my name. Who owns you?" he asks with a raspy voice.

Y/n could only focus on his big cock pumping inside of her, hitting her core just right. She cannot answer him. Buggy no longer has any patience; he grabs her hair and pulls on it.

"B-Buggy."

"Louder!"

"Buggy!"

The praise was all he needed to fuck her mercifully. His balls slap against her skin as he penetrates her with all his might. Y/n pleads to him to slow down, but Buggy ignores her, letting himself get lost in her tight walls. "Shit, babe," he moans out. It is all too much for him.

His core tightens as he gives his final pumps. He feels it coming and tries to hold back, still fucking her oblivion. With one last thrust, he removes his swollen cock and releases his load all over her abdomen. The hot seed spreads on her sweaty skin. Buggy pants, dropping his heavy body on her.

Y/n tries to catch her breath, her legs shaking from the forceful beating. Buggy lazily kisses her shoulder and rolls next to her. They both laid next to each other, completely drained. Y/n turns to look at Buggy and holds his hand. In that moment, everything felt right. However, one question still lingered on her mind.

"What are we?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

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A/N: I hope you guys could imagine the tightrope scene. I tried my best ;-;

Also, LA Cabaji and Mohji are not talked about enough, they're so fine. Idk that's just me. Now you may be wondering, is y/n a hoe? Eh, but can you blame her? ¬‿¬

P.S. Check my masterlist for more!

#one piece #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x fem reader #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #captain buggy #op buggy #opla buggy #buggy x you #buggy smut

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hiboudecheshire · 20 days ago

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Former manager of Spartak Guillermo Abascal said that during his career he felt most comfortable working in the Moscow club.

"You have coached in several countries – Switzerland, Italy, Greece and Russia. Where did you enjoy working the most?"

The most comfortable place I have ever coached was undoubtedly Moscow. The scale of Spartak Moscow is enormous, but at the same time, the club did everything to help me as much as possible. They completely trusted the coach, and that mattered. I found myself in an environment that allowed me to work, develop my project and grow professionally. The care and support we received were constant. Day after day, we were helped in absolutely everything.

Source: https://www.championat.com/football/news-6034740-abaskal-v-rossii-bylo-komfortnee-vsego-rabotat-spartak-mne-polnostyu-doveryal.html

Sorry but I can't 😭😭😭

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rionas-path · 2 years ago

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Chapter 9

The Tsar’s Experiment

LXXXII. The trek across the Frozen Plains was a gruelling undertaking. The shift of the moon’s corner, from its waning death to its slow and sharp Rebirth, marked the passage of time which their thoughts did now usurp. Both damp and freezing winds chilled to the bone and caused aching, Yet never broke Ríona’s spirit. As luck would have it, They obtained a horse in Med’Vetchya, which a demigod befit. Indeed, to ease their travels and reduce the painstaking Workload on the stallion, they sailed upstream with no backbreaking.

LXXXIII. On the fifth day of travel, they passed a decrepit place. A relic of a better time, the great fort of Bobryk, Now a shadow of its former glory, standing on ice thick. Thereupon, they reached the very edge of sophisticated grace: The edge of civilization. From here onward they found Only the discourteous embrace of the mountains’ high ground. These white peaks known as “The Varrows,” all north-land did encase, And many believed they were the Innerworld’s treacherous staircase.

LXXXIV. She prayed to her ancestor’s spirits, the clan’s Tribe Mothers, For only they could lend her the necessary strength to pursue Her goal. Despite never being one of such pious worldview Back home in Kaës, she found comfort in a prayer’s smother Before the final, arduous rise up from the Frozen Plains. Alas, both a blessing and a curse, flowing in her veins Was the only company she endured, one which stayed rather Quiet. Such eerie suspicion did this slowly inwards usher.

LXXXV. Yet other times, the Witch would show a great deal of compassion. Her words were sweet as honey, and calm as a soft wind’s breeze. Rekindling of a friendship that once brought joy and gave ease To Ríona. Helpfulness and reassurances with passion Would both help to rejuvenate the uneasy alliance That had been crumbling between them due to bitter defiance. Both parties in this isolation, now had to ration With their ploys, and finally their fragile harmony refashion.

LXXXVI. Then finally, on the eve of the eight day, the lake of Vransk Emerged before their eyes. A tower piercing the valley, Which was wrapped in a low fog, seemed ancient in its tally Of years. Predating any mason’s style that one would bask In any of the great remnant cities on the Plawan coast. This structure was a relic of a bygone era, an outpost From a time when the now-frozen interior was still abask With sunshine during the brief midsummer’s unenvious task.

LXXXVII. Upon approaching the heavy oaken doors, she immediately felt The abnormal circulations of the adjacent flow. It acted like bloodsuckers, pinching her at a high tempo From every which direction, coming in waves and would pelt Her every so often. Nonetheless, she carried on with a stealthy Pattern and attempted to carefully harness the wealthy Supply of the matter. She made an effort to disguise and melt Herself into the background, her movements graceful and svelte.

LXXXVIII. The spell twirled only on the tips of her fingers at first, However, upon another try, she began blending in With the encircling colours. Her camouflage was akin To that of a chameleon and made her appearance immersed With the surroundings. This magick could offer some assurance On this long awaited foggy night and with little deterrence, The flow’s push opened the gate; a hall of candlelight dispersed. Concurrently, crazed laughs were shut down by an anger’s outburst.

LXXXIX. The silence of attentiveness inside their head was broken By the goddess: “Dost thou hear it? That is the laugh of the man Thou seekest, a long lost cause! With assiduity one can Expect the unexpected, and though he might be outspoken, He is likely harmless to us; likewise, he is kin-in-kind. In spite of this, Balthazaran rage burns deeply in his mind! It fuels his grapple with petty triviality as a token To all his failures! For them he is now forever hagridden!”

XC. In nodding accord, Ríona whispered back a query: “Hath his vessel been torn in twain? Why doth he leap from essence to Essence?” The queen smirked and indulged in these thoughts that only grew: “He is what thou willest become if thou dost not follow thy dest’ny, Young lass!” The girl left deep in thought, and creeped ever closer To the origins of the laughter. The light shimmering about her Was originating from the flow itself and was eerily Aligned with the tingly bites it produced continuously.

XCI. Whatever the Tsar was up to, he meddled with the bare Lifeblood of the enigmatic power that was the flow. The closer she got, the sharper the stinging misery would grow And upon reaching the doorway, the flow that gave her chameleon’s wear, Would begin to lacerate her skin, drawing gushing blood! She quickly dispersed it for fear of injury. Her plan now in mud. Upon this act, the laughs and grunts ceased. The Tsar was now aware Of Ríona’s presence; and thus, of Aurianne’s devious snare.

#riona's path #fantasy #dark fantasy #poetry #epic poetry #poem #epic poem #literature #writing

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The buzz at last week’s Salone del Mobile in Milan was a testament to the increasing cultural relevance of interior design. Brands from Saint Laurent to The Row staged activations alongside stalwarts of the category like Cassina and Flos. “There were queues everywhere,” said Isabelle Dubern-Mallevays, co-founder of luxury homeware site Invisible Collection. Dubern-Mallevays estimated that around one third of Salone attendees were private clients, a significantly larger chunk than in previous years, showing the category’s growing mainstream appeal. Though not as physically apparent as endless queues around the city during Salone, the online design buzz is evolving, too. Amid a wider luxury downturn, the category has shrunk slightly: Bain & Company estimated the global market for high-end design at €51 billion ($57.5 billion) in 2024, down 1 to 3 percent from 2023 due to pressures including geopolitical conflict, a luxury slowdown and a cooling real estate market. So why are luxury fashion e-tailers like Mytheresa and Moda Operandi, and dedicated design e-tailers like Invisible Collection and Tom Chapman’s Abask, still bullish on the category? Homeware Bound Luxury design was one of Covid-19’s lucky winners: Stuck inside our own four walls, the home reasserted its role in expressing who we are. “Social media played a huge role,” said Mytheresa’s chief buying officer Tiffany Hsu. “People began posting from home and integrating lifestyle objects into their personal style.” Fashion influencers like Julie Sergent Ferreri feature interiors heavily on their Instagram feed. Ferreri’s bio reads “I’m a stay-at-home girl,” in contrast to previous generations of aspirational content dominated by tropical vacations. This cultural shift hasn’t gone unnoticed. Luxury e-tailers like Mytheresa have made serious investments in design, building out its homeware vertical called “Life.” “Fifteen years ago, people said no one would ever buy expensive fashion online. Now, we’re seeing a similar shift in interiors,” said Richard Johnson, Mytheresa’s chief commercial officer. For Mytheresa, the category builds upon a simple hypothesis: “If they care so deeply about their wardrobe, of course they’ll care just as much about how they live,” said Hsu.During sluggish luxury times, design can offer a cushion for fashion-focussed e-tailers. “We saw the home category have a larger increase in sales compared to other categories in 2024, and that trend continues into 2025,” said Moda Operandi. E-tailers also face diminishing competition from brick-and-mortar chains. Conran Shop shuttered its Marylebone and Paris flagships over the past two years, while Habitat shut its stores in France, Spain, Morocco, Switzerland and the UK.Differentiated Strategies Fashion e-tailers with homeware sections mostly focus on smaller decorative items that can be displayed on a table. Design-focussed e-tailers need to sell the table itself. Invisible Collection, founded in 2016, taps that market by focussing on custom, collectible pieces. The site caters to the 1 percent, and cultivates close ties with the designers and architects who steer major home purchases for them. The retailer boasts an average basket of €13,000 and 90 percent repeat customers, it said.Invisible Collection Matchesfashion co-founder Tom Chapman also saw opportunity in this evolving space, launching design platform Abask in 2022 alongside former Matchesfashion VP Nicolas Pickaerts. In 2024, Abask tripled revenue and expects to double it again in 2025. “There’s a real shift in what people value,” said Pickaerts. “Customers are moving away from trends and toward design objects that feel permanent — future heirlooms.”Design inventory is expensive, but holds onto its value longer and helps power a higher share of big-ticket sales. “Home design is less seasonal, more emotional and tends to carry higher order values than fashion,” said Pickaerts. There’s also no sizing, fewer returns and slower cycles of novelty and mark-down. Fashion e-tailers like Mytheresa and Moda Operandi also sell furniture like chairs or lamps, but still skew towards smaller pieces of décor that can be easily stored and shipped. The average item price at Mytheresa Life is €500, though prices go up to $6,155 for a Venini vase, for instance. “We’d like to go into furniture eventually,” said Hsu. Mytheresa, known for its rigorous curation in the womenswear space, is marrying the site’s fashion strengths with homeware by launching design capsule collections with brands like Missoni and Dolce & Gabbana. “We want to be a one-stop shop for luxury — that’s why curation for all our categories is key.”Missoni x Mytheresa Pouf (Mytheresa) “The point of Life is to deepen our relationship with existing customers,” said Hsu. 60 percent of Life’s sales come from Mytheresa’s top-tier clients — the 4 percent of customers who generate around 40 percent of its total revenue. “We saw rapid growth from the outset,” added Johnson. “We didn’t have to build a new customer base, since the audience was already there.”No Stock, No ProblemOne of the biggest hurdles in growing a design business is finding the space to store items — the larger, the more costly. The same applies when it comes to shipping. Some e-tailers have found ways to circumvent that issue by focussing on e-concession models — like peer-to-peer platforms 1stdibs or Pamono. Invisible Collection focusses on made-to-order items, holding no stock of its own. “Everything is custom-made on demand,” said Dubern-Mallevays. “Our return rate is near zero, but on the rare occasion a customer changes their mind, we put the item in one of our galleries.”Savvy inventory practices, reliable shipping and “white-glove service” go a long way — especially in times of political uncertainty. The latest tariff rollercoaster affected the industry hugely, though for seasoned players, it is nothing new. “We’ve been through four major crises in ten years — Brexit, global shipping delays with boats stuck at sea, the war in the Ukraine and now US tariffs,” Dubern-Mallevays said. “We prepared for all of them.” 60 percent of Invisible Collection’s sales come from the US, so the company opened a local stateside entity. “We were ready, and then they disappeared overnight [as Trump paused tariff plans]!” said Dubern-Mallevays. The lingering threat of tariffs remains a major concern for the global design sector, for whom wealthy Americans’ homes have long been the target market. To buffer American uncertainty, companies are looking East. “Chinese clients are bored with mass-market production — they’re drawn to craftsmanship and the French aesthetic,” Dubern-Mallevays says. Invisible Collection also plans to open a gallery in Mumbai by year’s end. As interest in the category widens, even in a shaky world, economy, design and homeware players are betting they can find new horizons for growth. Source link

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It's been a few days since my last reading session, and I notice that I can't remember who is who of the main cast, so:

Princess Catherine is the main protagonist so far. She's the princess of Brigant, and literally everyone in her family sucks. Her father is the comically evil King Aloysius (the one who started a war because he didn't get the whole kingdom 🤧), her older brother Boris is also evil, and she also has a younger brother whose name I forgot. Oh well. So yeah, she's the only good person among her family and she'll probably lead her kingdom on the right path or whatever. Oh, she's also engaged to one Prince Tzsayn for political reasons.

However, her guard Ambrose is her one true love and one of the male protagonists. He's virtuous and ✨️not like other men✨️ because he's virtuous, and brave, and virtuous, and he has pretty blond hair, and he's virtuous. And he has the very revolutionary thought of ✨️poverty is bad✨️. You go, Ambrose!

Then we have shoe-obsessed demon "hunter" Tash - but she isn't the hunter, she's bait! No kidding, her foster dad is the actual hunter and she leads the demons into traps by letting them chase her. And girl is really out here thinking of getting some cute ankle boots when she should be investing in some running shoes. Get your priorities straight girl!

And lastly there is March who's a servant to Prince Thelonius, Aloysius' brother. March is the last survivor of the Abask tribe, the civilization that was eradicated during the pointless war between the two sovereigns. March wants revenge because of course, and that's it for now. Oh, and he may or may not have magic powers because they keep telling me how his eyes have a very special ice-like look to them. We'll see!

There's at least one other MC who hasn't shown up yet, which is good because it might give me enough time to finally memorize the main cast so far lol.

#booklr #kingdoms of smoke #the smoke thieves #reni-reads

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Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

NSFW

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 7

Next Chapter: Part 9

Previously: After years of avoiding the cemetery, Y/n decides to finally make a visit. Accompanied by Buggy, they come across a spirit that lures them to a particular tombstone. It happens to be the temple of the island's founder, Febe. There, they find a hidden room inside the old building and discover ancient writings. Meanwhile, Abask Kija, is making a move.

Part 8: The Proposal

The candle wax drips down to the base of the vase. Each drip adds to the pool of hot liquid that surrounds the melting candle. Its flame flickers vigorously, swaying left and right. The corner is solitary and hidden from the rest of the area. One single candle is enough to light the space.

Y/n turns page after page, reading the ancient history of the island. Linguistic books stack on the small desk she sits at. So far, the library provides little information about the dead native language that was once spoke by their ancestors. Nothing appears to match the strange writing engraved on the old temple. She sighs, closing another book, no luck in that one either. Her strained eyes are dry, she closes them and lays her head down on the desk.

A clacking noise nears her isolated corner.

"May I?"

Rubbing her red eyes, she looks to see the owner of the voice.

"Yasi?"

The raven head smiles at her and takes a seat in front of her. He sits with his intertwined hands on the dusty table. His face scowls at the gray particles staining his clean hands. Y/n rolls her eyes, there he goes, too elite for some dirt.

"You're stalking me again? Don't expect me to go on a date with you."

He scoffs. "I just got here and you're already accusing me of such ill acts?"

Y/n only stares back at him. Yasi chuckles, "Ah, you know me so well. I can only blush at that fact." He reaches for her hand, but she smacks it away.

"Geez, no need to be so rude. Anyway, I came here to give you this."

He reaches into his dress pants’ pocket and hands her a white envelope. She grabs it, intrigued on what it held inside. It is sealed with a gold wax; the letter A is stamped in the middle. She carefully opens it and pulls out a red velvet cardstock paper.

"What is this?" she asks.

"It's a formal invitation to a dinner at the mansion. My father personally sent it to you."

Her eyes widened. “Y-your father? Why?”

“I may have mentioned you to him and he’s delighted to finally meet you,” he grins. He gets up from his seat and begins to walk away. “I’ll expect you there. You know my father is an important man. Do not disappoint him.” Yasi gives her a sly smirk before leaving.

Y/n looks at the invitation. The dinner is tonight. She groans, of course he wouldn’t give her time to think about it. Still, the dinner could lead to new information about the island’s past and the mysterious death of her father. With a deep sigh, she departs from the library.

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“What do you mean you’re going?!”

Buggy voice booms throughout the circus tent. His fist slams on the armrest of the wooden chair he sits on. He stands up and snatches the white envelope from her hands.

“Tsk, that brat thinks he can swoon you over with daddy’s money. Ha, pathetic,” he grits, gripping the envelope.

“But Buggy, think about it. We have no leads, this our only chance to find something.”

Buggy sits back on the large chair and angrily takes out the invitation. “The fact that it’s tonight sounds fishy to me,” he says almost crumping the paper.

Y/n heads to him and sits on his lap, facing him. Her hands cup his scratchy face. His green eyes look above and lock with hers. He lets go of the paper, making it fall to the floor. His hands hold both sides of her hips and reals her in closer to his torso.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he whispers.

“Come on Buggy. You know I won’t let Yasi get his way.” Her hand caress his left cheek as she slowly leans towards his face.

A bulge is felt underneath her, right below her ass. She allows her full body weight to press against it, teasing him. His hands grip her sides.

“You know anybody can walk in at any given moment.”

“Oh,” she gasps. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” She tries to get off, but Buggy hold is strong.

“Where are you going little lady? You have to finish what you’ve started,” his raspy voice sends chills down her spine.

He unbuttons her pants and y/n unconsciously helps him out. All is left of her bottom half are her panties. Buggy removes one of his gloves and feels under her sex. Y/n jumps at the rough touch.

“Look at you, already wet. You naughty girl.” He slaps her ass, making her yelp. His fingers slide the panties off to the side and slithers his way to touch her wet folds. His thumb makes it way to her enlarged clit, he presses his digit against the raised tissue. She mewls at the slight pressure. “Is this what you want? Why didn’t you say so earlier,” he teases.

“T-this is not what I had in mind.”

“Were you really leaning in for just a kiss?” He grabs a fistful of her hair and reals her in. “Come on baby, you don’t have to act so innocent.” His lips smashes against her own. With the deepening of the kiss, his index finger abruptly shoves inside of her.

“B-buggy, be gentle!”

He simply laughs and begins to finger her.

“What if somebody comes in?!”

“Then we’ll give them a show.” He adds a second finger inside and quickens the pace. Y/n holds her moans, not wanting to attract people to the ring. “Don’t hide it,” he grabs her throat and slightly squeezed his hand around her neck.

“B-buggy.”

“That’s more like it. Let’s take it up a notch.”

His fingers leave her wet insides. She relaxes at the lost feeling. Buggy unbuckles his belt and pulls down his leather pants. As soon as y/n sees his boxers, she knew what was coming next.

He pulls them down and his hard erection springs out. Precum oozes out of his slit and down his rosy tip. Using his hands, he lifts y/n from her bottom and positions her body with his erection.

“Buggy are we really doing this in here? N-no, someone will catch us.”

“Relax babe, the thrill turns me on.”

He slaps her tender thigh and guides her down to his exposed groin. She bites her lips, it will be her second time experiencing an intimate session with the man. The act still frightens her, but she is eager to experience the blissful pleasure once more. Buggy aligns his wet tip to her entrance. With her body coming down, he pushes the tip inside the prepped hole.

Buggy grunts as his shaft is swallowed by her tight walls. His hands are now placed on her waist, pushing her down on his crotch. Y/n controls her breathing as his cock ripped her apart once more. Her insides burn, she tries to relax her tight body.

“Fuck darling, you’re quite tense aren’t you?” He grits. His hands massage her lower back, going under her shirt to feel her smooth skin.

“Let’s fix that.” He bucks himself up inside of her.

Y/n feels her body jump up in the air and back down on his member. She feels his tip hit right at her cervix; the feeling is painful. Her body falls onto his chest as her hands hold onto his shoulders for support. Buggy grunts as her nails dig at his skin, the pain turns him on. His coarse hands cup both cheeks of her bottom and manually fucks her, still thrusting deep within.

The labor is intense, but the pirate enjoys every second of it. The stinging pain vanishes, and y/n finally loosens up to the penetration. Moans fill the empty ring, echoing throughout the thin curtains of the tent.

"Buggy more-" she audibly gasps.

"As you wish, princess."

Buggy wastes no time in pumping his swollen shaft into her throbbing pussy. The slick clenching walls surround him with immense pleasure. Sweat drips from his forehead, catching his breath becomes harder. Each thrust sends an electrifying sensation with y/n's core. Despite the harsh movements, his dick hits every spot so nicely.

His hands grip onto her reddened cheeks, absolutely violating her pussy to reach his orgasm. Hot cum suddenly shoots out, Buggy barely held off before pulling out. "Shit, that was fucking amazing," he groans, throwing his head back.

Y/n completely falls over him and buries her face onto the crook of his neck. She engulfs his musky scent, falling more for the pirate. Their pants fill the void of the area as they calm their hormones.

"Are you happy now, grumps?"

Buggy rolls his eyes. "No."

She gets a hold of his soft dick and tightly wraps her hand around it.

"Ow, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I have to attend; this is our ticket to find answers." Buggy wiggles around and tries to remove the death grip on his dick. "Fine, just let go. It fucking hurts."

He sighs in relief and immediately puts it back inside his boxers. "I'm sending Cabaji with you."

"How would that work? They're cameras everywhere."

"Don't underestimate him, he has plenty of tricks up his sleeves."

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Y/n stands before the large gate of the Abask estate. It was not easy making it out of the circus grounds. Buggy could not fathom letting her leave with a tight dress to present to the enemy. Somehow, Cabaji and Mohji calmed him down before her exit. Cabaji accompanied her halfway to the place before disappearing. She wonders how he would enter without being caught.

She hesitantly rings the bell, and the metal doors creak open. A horse carriage arrives shortly, two black stallions halt in front of the stone path. The coachman jumps from his seat and opens the small door to the carriage.

He assists y/n inside and is greeted by Yasi, who wears a navy blue suit.

“Isn’t this a bit extra?”

“Nonsense. Why must we walk when we can enjoy the luxury of a carriage ride.”

She sighs and looks outside the small window. Beautiful green magnolias line the path they travel in. Beyond that, the lush lawn expands across the large property. A waste of space, the amount of land could be used to nourish the wildlife, instead boring blades of grass cover the ground.

The horse carriage nears the mansion. It is her first time seeing the grand home, only a few are able to enter the estate. The building is old, but still in its glory.

The coachman guides the stallions to the front of the mansion and allows its passengers to get off. Yasi helps y/n out the carriage and guides her inside his home. The pillars are larger in person, meters up in the air. She is already astonished and has not taken a step inside.

The large white doors open for them, and they both enter. A large chandelier hovers above the main lobby. The spiral of white crystals glow and glimmer. In front of them stands a stone statue of a young male angel, ironic for the family to own a holy entity.

"Y/n, I have various wardrobes you can change into. The materials are of higher quality than that tawdry dress you wear."

Yasi points to the long black gown she wears. It is the only adequate attire she has for the event. "I think the dress is fine. . ." she says, adding a lingering awkwardness in the room. The young man clears his throat, already starting on the wrong foot. "Okay, if you like it. . . well, let's head to the dining area."

He extends his hand and y/n accepts it. Yasi gives her a warm smile, it is a rare expression, she only brushes it off. The pair proceed to exit the main lobby. Y/n looks back briefly, Cabaji has somehow made his way up the grand stairs, a true master of breaking in. She turns away and hopes the acrobat will find what they're looking for.

The long hallways are well lit, the white marble floors shine beautifully with its gold specs. Large paintings hang on both sides of the white walls. Each painting tells its own story, the lavish scenery of the island's landscape is depicted lividly.

"I see that you like the art, wait till you see the ones upstairs," he smirks. As much as y/n hates to admit it, she is intrigued by his comment. She wonders what other things the mansion holds.

Breaking her thought, the bright light of the large room ahead of them catches her attention.

"At last, you've arrived," a deep and hoarse voice calls out to her.

In front of her stands a large man that towers over her. She gasps, children will have similar features to their parents, but Yasi and his father are like twins. The older man reaches for her hand, gold gem rings decorate his long fingers. Y/n slowly goes to touch his rough hand, the man kisses the top of her as a sign of respect.

"Y/n, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Yasi's father, Kija."

"I-it's nice to meet you as well, sir."

Kija laughs softly, his croaky voice clearly dominant, "Noris, go ahead and seat our guest."

The main butler of the house arrives, the black suit he wears shows the prestige of his title, he's an older man who smugly looks at the new guest.

"My lady, let me guide you to your seat."

Y/n is seated at the tail end of the rectangle table. Yasi sits adjacent to her, and his father sits at the opposite end of the table. Despite being sat at the furthest end, Kija voice is able to be head across the room. A powerful voice from a powerful man. Y/n felt uncomfortable facing Kija, his piercing eyes are icier than Yasi's.

"Don't mind my father, he has a habit of studying the people around him."

"Yes, I can tell. . ."

Servants of the mansion arrive with lavish plates of gourmet meals. The aroma of each cuisine brought a grumble to y/n's stomach. Embarrassed, she hopes no one heard it.

After the appetizing meal, the servants clear the dining room leaving y/n alone with the Abask men. Kija clears his throat; his face becomes serious. Those icy blue eyes stare her down.

"Y/n I am pleased that you enjoyed the food that our top chefs prepared. Now, I want to explain my reason for inviting you over." He looks at his son, who slowly gulps, with a stern look. “Yasi here is fond of you. He rambles about you all daylong and never seems to think of anything else. Clearly, I am intrigued about the woman who has captured my son’s attention. After our short time together, I see why that’s so.”

Y/n grips the sides of her dress. She knows Yasi is obsessed with her, but she did not think he would go in details to his father. How much does Mr. Abask know?

“What do you mean? I’m just a regular person. I think Yasi just can’t get over a simple childhood crush.”

“What? Y/n, I know I can be persistent-”

“You’ve been such a brute towards me. Your behavior is strange and violent,” she cuts him off.

Before Yasi could speak, Kija interjects, “I am deeply sorry about my son’s behavior. I thought I raised him better than that.” Yasi huffs. Kija continues. “My son has grown to be a mature man and will change such ill habits. Though, he is still young, I can see his feelings are true. It is only through his immaturity that he has not expressed them in a healthy manner.”

“Dad stop embarrassing me.”

“It is true, is it not?”

He scoffs and turns away from y/n. For the first time, his eyes soften as he peaks at her. Could it be true? All this time does he feel love? It is nonsense, only young boys treat their crushes like that, but he is a spoiled brat after all. Even so, his actions have no excuse.

“With all due respect, I find it hard to believe.”

“I do not blame you. Yasi, as a man, apologize to this young lady.”

His eyes lock with hers. He fiddles around, it is unusual to see him agitated. “Y/n I,”— he grabs her hands— “I sincerely apologize for all the awful things I’ve done to you. I let myself be a horrid monster around you. Nothing can excuse my toxic behavior. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I do hope you understand that I mean it.”

Y/n looks at him astonished. Never in a million years would she have thought to hear the entitled man take blame. Taken aback, she is not able to respond to the apology.

“Y/n, with that in mind, there is something I would like to ask you. I know it is unprecedented. . .” A long pause brings tension between the two. His hold becomes tighter. “I want to propose the idea of marriage.”

“Marriage?!”

The air in the dining room becomes awfully thick. Her sweaty palms tremble. What a daring question to ask. “Y-yasi I-I. . . I don’t know what to say. . .”

Her gaze turns to Kija. The intense stare brings shudders down her spine. “I-I can’t Yasi. . .”

Defeated, Yasi drops his hold and looks down at the marbled floor like a scolded dog.

“Y/n,” Kija says firmly. “Please, rethink my son’s offer.”

Her full attention is turned to the older man.

“I understand my son has done some questionable things, but his love is sincere. Second chances often result in a beautiful blossom.”

“Sir, I don’t like the idea of marriage being forced down on me.”

“Force? No, no. . .” Kija takes a cigar from the inside pocket of his suit. He lights the large cigarette and places the brown rolled paper in his mouth. “It is a proposition of course. I want to be honest miss y/n, I proposed the idea to Yasi after finding out you are the Ti’s daughter.”

“What do they have to do with this?”

“You see, the Ti’s are in a debt. A massive one.”

“Debt? No, it can’t be.”

“I’m surprised they haven’t mentioned it to you.”

Y/n scoffs. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe you. Why would you give them a free voyage knowing they owe you money?”

Kija laughs. “That voyage happened to be my old vacation plan. I know the Ti’s were dealing with the stress of accumulating their payment and I wanted to do a good deed. However,”— he puffs out the reeking smoke— “I see no solution to their problem.”

He stands up and walks towards the grand entry of the dining room. His footsteps halt. “I thought of a way to clear their debt and only one happened to work. If you marry Yasi, they are able to keep their lovely property.”

Kija eyes trail to Y/n. A sinister intent lingers behind those cold irises. “Think about it. I am willing to forgive a debt as you should be willing to forgive my son.” He gives her a charming smile, a fake one. It drops immediately, he turns away and makes his exit.

Conflicted, y/n hastily gets up from her seat and storms out of the dining area.

“Y/n wait!”

Yasi goes to grab her arm, but Y/n pulls away from his grip.

“I’m not being forced? Bullshit!”

“Y/n, listen please-“

“Your father is only giving me one option to help my parents and it is very clear that I can’t refuse. You knew about this. You’re taking advantage of the situation to marry me, what is wrong with you?!” she spits out. “And I was only beginning to feel like I should forgive you.” She storms away, leaving Yasi alone in the empty room.

"I didn't know. . ." he says, his arms reaching out to her.

Y/n heels clack harshly against the floor, every detail of the mansion fills her rage. The materialistic items that decorate the place only reminds her of the wealth and power the rich own. She will not be the next thing to be labeled as their property. As she strode down the hallway to reach the main lobby, she noticed Mr. Abask on the second floor, leaning against the railing. He gestures her goodbye with one hand, barely hiding his smirk.

She simply ignores him and marches out the front doors. The coachman spots y/n and calls out for her. "Miss, would you like an escort to the front gate?"

"No thank you, I can walk there myself."

"B-but young lady, are you able to walk with heels?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to use their services."

The man watches the young woman march away on the paved driveway. He sighs and begins to return to his nap, but a familiar yell startles him.

"Hurry, take me to her." Yasi gets in the carriage and the coachman pulls on the reins of the horses. It did not take long for the carriage to reach y/n, she continues to walk, ignoring the large horses next to her.

"Y/n, let me explain."

"No. Leave me alone."

"Ugh, for once, listen to me."

She glares at him and snaps her head forward. "Y/n. At least get inside, it's a long way to the gate." The sound of the clacking stops, alongside with the hooves of the stallions, the door opens, and she heads inside.

The ride is silent, the clacking of the hoofs ring loud in their ears. The two keep their distance as they look outside the small windows. Yes, the estate is beautiful, everything is something anyone could dream for, but at what cost? All the blood, sweat, and tears of the poor. She'll be damned to do the same.

The horses halt, they're finally at the gate. The coachman opens the door for y/n and helps her out the carriage. The gates open and she walks closer to them.

"Y/n."

She turns to face Yasi, who sits inside.

"Be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"My father. . . he is not a kind man. I wish the marriage would be on different terms, but I realized my mistakes too late. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. Please, reconsider his offer before someone gets hurt."

The carriage leaves and y/n stands dumbfounded. "Hurt?" Regret and fear were expressed in his tone, it was genuine. Her heart pounds, he is not one to show those emotions, what will Kija do? She stares at the departing horse carriage and slowly begins to exit the estate. Finally, she is out.

"Psst."

"Huh?" She looks around to see who made that sound. A bush rustles alongside the large walls that lined the property. "Y/n, it's me." A head pops out of the prickly bush.

"Shit, that fucking hurt," Cabaji says removing the thorns off his clothing.

"Oh, I completely forgot you were inside. How did you manage to get out?"

"It’s a long story, I’ll explain it later.”

“Well, did you find anything?”

Cabaji face immediately turns pale. He clears his throat, “Let’s get back to our base. We don’t want to linger here any longer.”

Puzzled in his change of tone, she follows after him, curious to know the details of his findings.

Immediately upon her return, Buggy marches towards the center of the ring. He reels y/n by her waist and inspects every inch of her body.

“Nobody touched you, right?”

“I’m fine Buggy.”

“Well, what was the reason for your presence?”

Y/n felt her heart drop. Knowing the pirate, he will make a dramatic scene in front of everybody. “Well…” She averts her gaze to the ground.

“Well?” Buggy says back, growing impatient.

“Buggy, do not get mad when I say this, but…”

“Just say it already.”

Closing her eyes, she shouts, “He wants me to marry Yasi!”

The ring becomes silent. Y/n opens her eyes to see Buggy’s reaction. To her surprise, he looked unfazed. She sighs, it went better than expected, but it was too soon. The pirate twitched his hands before exploding.

“MARRIAGE?!”

Then all hell broke loose.

#one piece #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x fem reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #captain buggy #opla buggy #op buggy

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sportsfanmy · 2 years ago

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Газзаев считает, что Абаскаль далекий от футбола человек

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Заслуженный тренер СССР и России по футболу Валерий Газзаев уверен в том, что наставник московского «Спартака» Гильермо Абаскаль не может принимать решения на уровне, необходимом для выполнения поставленной перед ним задачи. Напомним, в рамках 13-го тура РПЛ 2023-2024 столичная команда на выезде потерпела поражение от «Факела» с результатом (0:2). В составе воронежского клуба забитыми голами... Подробнее

https://sports-fan.ru/gazzaev-schitaet-chto-abaskal-dalekij-ot-futbola-chelovek/

#Футбол России

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guy60660 · 2 years ago

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#osanna visconti #aylin bayhan #abask #design #financial times

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arelyashland · 5 years ago

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March and Edyon from The smoke thieves by Sally Green

Here is a Moodboard because I'm waiting for the second book to arrive and I don't want to study accounting, so that's the only way to use my time right now.

#Sally green #the smoke thieves #edyon #march #servant #prince #bastard #love #gay #thief #lgbtq #abask #iceeyes #arelyash #arelyashland

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jyinspiration · 3 years ago

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via :

https://www.wallpaper.com/design/abask-curated-shopping-website-highlights-handmade-design

#objet #object #2022/10 #metal #art #space #interior #scene #wood

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realwhitesky · 4 years ago

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A walk under soft rain at night

It's a beautiful night for a walk. The air is cool yet soothing, lightly brushing over the skin in the delicate way that only a fresh spring season can bring. The birds and crickets have not yet sprung to action, with summer approaching still. Rather, their sounds carry on the crisp air as soft as a feather.

Trees overhang the street, casting intricate yet gentle shadows while passing underneath. With senses sharpened and welcoming to the night air, it seems as if each shadow can be felt, tracing the shape of leaves and branches with a cool touch on the skin.

Rain clouds stretch above, covering the night sky in a soft glow, the land sleeping below dim blue-pink cotton. The softest rain drops fall, so small and dispersed that they seem only to enhance the magic of the night. It is a rain one could walk in for hours, yet never become wet.

With the bustle of the day gone, the cozy streets have become enchanted. Homes abask in inky shadows from their shrubs and trees, with the light of lanterns underneath creating the scene of a fairy tale. The pitter patter of the delicate rain bounces from the ground, and the sounds of a distant festival carry on the breeze like a whisper.

The subtle movements of air also bring scents of the nearby forest, the smell of moss and spring foliage mixing with the dust of fresh rain. Not far away, waterfalls fill the rivers under the glowing night sky, spreading the essence of new spring life.

The calmness of the night almost speaks to the soul. Its beauty does not need to be grasped, held on to or captured. Simply welcomed and felt with open senses, to say "This is a wonderful moment."

- A walk under soft rain at night, by Rob Iannicca

#short story #inspirational #inspiration #poem #nature #calm #relaxation #walking #exercise #mindfulness #meditation #relaxing #gentle #zen

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instituteofgeorgianhistory · 5 years ago

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Abkhazians & Ossetians in Georgia. A Short History

In light of the disinformation campaign carried out by Russian information networks and picked up by western media, the Institute of the Georgian History at Ivane Javakhishvili Tbilisi State University has released an explanation as to why the Abkhazia and Tskhinvali regions (incorrectly called "South Ossetia") have always been an integral part of Georgia.

In the remote past, to the south of the Great Caucasian Range and east of the Black Sea, rural clans fought each other for land and mines, making alliances and early states. Two cultures equipped first with bronze and then with iron were established in the valleys of the rivers Rioni (Phasis), Chorokhi (Aphsaros), and Mtkvari (Cyros/Kura). Roughly, the borders of Colchis included the city of Pitius (Bichvinta, Pitsunda) in the North West, Sarapanis (Shorapani) in the East, near the Likhi mountains, which divides Georgia into West and East, and the mouth of the river Chorokhi in the South, near Batumi, Georgia’s main port. Another name for Colchis is Egrisi, derived from the tribal name Margali/Megreli/Mingrelian. The Mingrelian language, very close to the Georgian, is still spoken in West Georgia as a family one, like that of West Georgian highlanders, the Svani. The next country had two rivers, Chorokhi, now mostly in Turkey, and Mtkvari within its borders. Local folk called it Kartli, and the Greeks – Iberia and Iberians. The latter term contributes to Ivirk, Vrastan – Armenian terms; also to Varkan, Gurgan, Gurgistan – Persian terms, which in turn contributes to Georgia and Gruziya.

Thus, Kartli, while comprising the Mtkvari and Chorokhi valleys, was labeled as Iberia, or Vrastan, or Varkan, or Gurgan by foreigners. Gradually, Colchis/Egrisi and Kartli/Iberia became more and more integrated, and Georgian, the language spoken in Kartli, spread to the eastern Black Sea coast, putting the Mingrelian and Svani languages in the position of a family language. From that point on, this new country was called Sakartvelo, a term derived from Kartli, and also Iberia, Gurgistan, Gruziya and Georgia (T. Dundua. History of Georgia. Tbilisi. 2017, pp. 5-22. v. Academia.edu/Tedo Dundua).

Still, there was another language in West Georgia which was also converted into a family language: Abkhazian. The Autonomous Republic of Abkhazia (Georgia) has Sokhumi as its capital. Sokhumi is the Turkish version of the Georgian name Tskhumi, while the Greeks and Italians called the city Dioscurias and Sebastopolis. People living in its neigborhood in the Classical and Hellenistic periods were the Colas and the Coraxae, obviously Colchian clans. Their names are substituted by that of the Colchians themselves. The first mention of the Aphsils, obvious ancestors of the Abkhazians, near Sebastopolis/Tskhumi, dates back to the 70s of the 1st c. A.D. Soon, their relatives, the Abasks, appear. These two names sometimes disappear in favor of “Lazi,” the name of Mingrelian-speaking people descended from the southern mountains to mingle with the Colchians, thus changing the name of the country into Lazica. In the northern part of Lazica under the local feudal lords, they again call themselves Aphsils and Abasks, when unified with the rest of the country – Lazi. That means that from the 2nd c. A.D., the Mingrelian language was a social one throughout Lazica, while the Abkhazian language was put in the position of a family language spoken near Sebastopolis/Tskhumi. Indeed, the special Mingrelian term for that part of Lazica was “apkha,” i.e. periphery. The periphery of what? That of Mingrelian, i.e. western Georgian, culture. Gradually, Aphsils and Abasks under the local princes also started to call themselves Abkhazians. When in the 8th c., apparently through marriage, their prince found himself residing in the central city of Kutaisi, Lazica/Egrisi received one more name – Apkhazeti. With the Georgian language becoming dominant on the eastern Black Sea coast, the Mingrelian, Svani and Abkhazian languages found themselves in the position of a family language (T. Dundua. Christianity and Mithraism. The Georgian Story. Tbilisi. 1999, p. 6; T. Dundua, Akaki Chikobava. Pacorus, the Lazi King, Who Was Overlord of Colchis/Western Georga. Tbilisi. 2013, pp. 9-16; T. Dundua. Georgia within the European Integration. Tbilisi. 2016, pp. 81-88. v. Academia.edu/Tedo Dundua).

West and East unified was called Sakartvelo/Georgia. And the title of the kings from the Bagrationi ruling dynasty was as follows: “King of the Abkhazians (i.e. Western Georgia), Kartvelians (Eastern and Southern Georgia), Ranians and Kakhetians (extreme East of the Eastern Georgia)” (T. Dundua. Review of Georgian Coins with Byzantine Iconography. Quaderni ticinesi di numismatica e antichità classiche. Lugano. 2000. Vol. XXIX, pp. 389-393; T. Dundua and Others. Online English- Georgian Catalogue of Georgian Numismatics).

The decline of Georgia towards the end of the 16th c. enabled the Ottomans to increase their territory, seeing them taking control of the cities on the eastern Black Sea coast. Georgian frontier defenses were down. Finding so little opposition, many tribes settled in the districts they had penetrated, a new wave of the Abkhazian speaking clans among them. They made their way from the mountains first to the region of nowadays Sochi (Russian Federation), and then down the coast towards Bichvinta (Pitius, Pitsunda). Those rough highlanders forced part of the local agricultural folk to flee to the central regions. Thus, rural and urban sites suffered much and the links with the rest of the country were badly damaged. The Ottoman overlords also encouraged the slave trade, completely changing the economic visage of the northwest of western Georgia for centuries before the Russians advance against the Ottomans in the 19th c. (T. Dundua. North and South (towards the Question of the NATO enlargement). www.nato.int/acad/fellow/99-01/dundua.pdf, pp.41-42; T. Dundua and Others. The Black Sea – Zone of the Contacts. Tbilisi. 2001, pp. 9-10, 15-16; T. Dundua and Others. The Black Sea. A History of Interaction. Teaching Pack. The Council of Europe. Oslo. 2004, pp. 46, 105. v. Academia.edu/Tedo Dundua).

The Russian Empire annexed eastern Georgia, the Kingdom of Kartli-Kakheti, in 1801. This paved the way for Russian expansion into western Georgia. In 1810, Abkhazian prince Giorgi (Safar Beg) Shervashidze swore allegiance to the Russian Emperor and in 1864, Russian governance was established in the territory. (Abkhazia in the late 18th- early 19th centuries. Entry of Abkhazia Under the “Protection” of Russia. in Essays from the History of Abkhazia. Tbilisi. 2011, pp. 300-305). Sukhumi military department was founded (M. Lordkipanidze. The Abkhazians and Abkhazia (Georg., Russ. and Engl. texts). Tbilisi. 1990 http://www.amsi.ge/istoria/div/m.lordkiPaniZe_afx.html#90).

Although the process of separating Abkhazia from Georgia was actively supported by the Russian authorities, still Abkhazia was a natural and integral part of Georgia. Perhaps it was for this reason that the Sukhumi military district was soon included in the Kutaisi governorate. Despite the negative effects of the Russian imperial policy, in 1918, the year when the Democratic Republic of Georgia was founded, Abkhazia was a part of Georgia (M. Lordkipanidze. The Abkhazians and Abkhazia (Georg., Russ. and Engl. texts). Tbilisi. 1990 http://www.amsi.ge/istoria/div/m.lordkiPaniZe_afx.html#90).

On June 11, 1918, an agreement was signed between the people’s council of Abkhazia and the leadership of the Democratic Republic of Georgia, where Abkhazia as a part of Georgia gained autonomy.

After the end of Georgia’s short independence in 1921, Abkhazia remained within Soviet Socialist Republic of Georgia under a special union agreement, as a treaty republic having a certain type of autonomy within Georgia. In 1931, Abkhazia officially became the Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic (ASSR) of Georgia (Political Status of Abkhazia within the Soviet Georgia. 1921-1937. in Essays from the History of Abkhazia. Tbilisi. 2011, pp. 419-436; Революционные комитеты Абхазии в борьбе за установление и упрочение Советской власти. Сборник документов и материалов. Сухуми. 1961, p. 350). This remained unchanged until the end of the Soviet Union. According to the 1989 Soviet census, the total population on the territory of the ASSR of Abkhazia was 525,061, of which 239,872 were ethnic Georgians (45.7% of the population), while 93,267 were Abkhazians (17.8%) (S. Markedonov. Abkhazia: Historical Context. in Abkhazia Between Past and Future. Prague. 2013, p. 18).

Abkhazia enjoyed cultural and scientific benefits as part of Georgia during the Soviet era. The Abkhazian language was taught at the schools, and university.

Since 1993, the Autonomous Republic of Abkhazia has been occupied by the Russian Federation (for the full-length narrative about Abkhazians v. З. Папаскири. Абхазия: история без фальсификации. 2е изд. Тбилиси. 2010 (with Engl. summary).

The next region occupied by the Russian Federation was the Autonomous District of South Ossetia. The Ossetians started settling in Georgia beyond the Caucasian range in the 16th-17th cc. as fugitives.

After the annexation of eastern Georgia by Russia in 1801, the Ossetian villages were attached to the Gori district of the Tbilisi governorate.

In 1920, the Russian Bolsheviks supported Ossetians living in the Democratic Republic of Georgia, in the mountains north of Gori, to establish the Soviet power there and declare the territory a part of Soviet Russia. This was an abortive attempt.

In February 1921, Soviet Russia violated the agreement of May 7, 1920 by militarily attacking the Georgian state and eliminating its independence. In April 1922, the Bolsheviks granted so-called South Ossetia the status of autonomous district within Soviet Socialist Republic of Georgia. Soviet policy can be regarded as a premeditated attempt to disrupt the future attempts of the Georgians to gain independence and build a stable state as separatism within Georgia would constrain Tbilisi in its actions. The Autonomous District of South Ossetia consisted of a number of Ossetian settlements and a purely Georgian town Tskhinvali.

Thus, in 1922, the Autonomous District of South Ossetia was created in the heart of historic Georgian lands where the Georgian population represented the majority of the population.

It also needs to be emphasized that throughout the Soviet period (until 1991), the Ossetians living in Georgia were granted all necessary legal rights as an ethnic minority. Then Georgia became independent and the Russian occupation of the Autonomous District of South Ossetia began. (M. Lordkipanidze, G. Otkhmezuri. Ossets in Georgia. in The Caucasus and Globalization. Vol. 1 (4). Tbilisi. 2007, pp. 109-118; R. Topchishvili. Ethnic Processes in Shida Kartli (the Ossetians in Georgia). in Causes of War – Prospects for Peace. Georgian Orthodox Church. Konrad-Adenauer-Foundation. Tbilisi. 2009, pp. 111-138).

Prof. Dr. Tedo Dundua is the Director of the Institute of Georgian History, Faculty of Humanities, at the Ivane Javakhishvili Tbilisi State University.

By Prof. Dr. Tedo Dundua & Dr. Emil Avdaliani

Photo: Map of Georgian states in 1762. Based on the map of Dr. Andrew Andersen, from Atlas of Conflicts. Author: Gaeser

#history #academia #Georgia #abkhazia #ossetia #sakartvelo #early modern europe #easterneuropeanhistory #society #migration #warzone

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Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Previous Chapters- Part 1, Part 12

Previously: Yasi and Y/n sneak into the warehouse where Buggy is being held. They managed to steal the cell keys from Mr. Dun and make a run for it. What they didn't know was that Kija sent an assassin to get rid of the pirate. As they ran for their lives, Yasi and Buggy are shot. Due to the sea stone bullet, Buggy fell down the hill and dropped to the lagoon. Y/n saved him from drowning and hid him just in time before the assassin arrived. After killing Mr. Dun, the assassin apprehended Y/n.

Part 13- The Truth Revealed

Buggy struggles to move, he's in pain, as if he's been hit by a train. The sea stone bullet is buried deep in his flesh. How could something so small interfere with his powers? If only he could snap his arm off, it would be easier to remove the bullet. He managed to drag his body up against the boulder, using it to rest. Bloods drips down his arm, he’s not used to the sight of blood on himself, it’s shameful.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

He takes a deep breath and digs his fingers into his wound. Gritting his teeth, he does his best not to scream, the pain is unbearable. With all his might, he pushes through and grabs the bullet with two fingers. It’s slippery and with one pull, he removes it. He flings it across the shore of the lagoon and pants from the stinging pain.

His chest vigorously rises up and down, he’s exhausted. It’s going to take time to recover, not only did he drown, but the sea stone completely drained his energy. Still, he has to get Y/n back. That Abask man will die in his hands for sure.

“Oh, he thinks he can make a fool out of me, but I’ll show him why islanders fear my Jolly Roger,” he cackled to himself. “I’ll burn this whole island to the ground. I had enough of this place.”

The clown hastily stood up and hanged onto the boulder as he was still weak. He had no clue where he was at. The night still has a long way to go, meaning, navigating through the dark woods will prove to be difficult. He then removes his scarf and bandages it around his wound. He’s a fast healer, so it wouldn’t be a problem. The real problem is that he had no idea where Y/n could be at. He’s not dumb, she won’t be at the mansion.

The first thing to do is to retrace his steps and that would mean to climb back up the hill. He exhales deeply, going up the steep hill will be challenging, but what choice does he have. He drags his feet through the small rocks, passing by Mr. Dun's dead body. His death was tragic, but it's not like he didn't have it coming.

As Buggy scaled up the hill, sounds of weeping could be heard. The cries were not too far from where he stands. Intrigued, he follows the sounds. The sobbing increased as he approached a small crevasse, he peaked down and saw Yasi. He lays on his side, hunched over, holding onto his abdomen.

"Hey! Little boy!" he calls out.

Yasi stops his sobbing and looks up the clown. "Buggy?"

"Stop crying and help me find Y/n!"

"Ah geez I wish I could, but I'm seriously injured!"

"Tsk," Buggy huffed and detached his arms. They float down the small crack and make their way to Yasi. He gets a hold of his arms and pulls him up.

He releases his hold and lets him land on the ground.

"Ouch, can't you be gentler?" Yasi groans.

"Stop complaining. I could have left you for dead," he says, reattaching his arms.

"Weren't you the one who asked for my help,"— he hunches over in pain— ". . . fuck. . ."

Bloods stains his shirt and hands.

"Come here, let me see." Buggy nears Yasi and lifts up his shirt to see the wound. It's located on the right side of his abdomen, luckily, it was away from any vital organs. He rips the bottom portion of the younger's shirt and tightly ties it around his waist. "That would do for now, but you did lose a bit of blood."

"Let's go to Lyla's place. She should be able to further assist me."

"What about Y/n?"

"Her husband can provide us a hand on that."

"Ugh, fine." Buggy pivots and starts going up the hill once again but is stopped by a cough. He turns around, visibly annoyed. "What?"

"Little help here," the raven hair says, pointing at his wound. "I can barely walk."

Buggy rolls his eyes and assists him by putting his arm over his shoulders. "Do I have to do everything?"

Finally reaching the top of the hill, they find themselves currently surrounded by guards. "Shit. More of these mother fuckers."

"Buggy the clown, we have a message for you," one of them state.

They take out a transponder snail and replay a message.

“Hello, clown. As you may know I have something very dear to you. I’m afraid I won’t let her go so easily. Nothing will happen to her unless you get me what I want. I demand you to find me her necklace. The thing I need is in a shape of a cross. If you manage to get that to me, she will live. Well then, you have till the full moon.”

“Full moon?! That’s tomorrow," he exclaims.

“That is all.” The message ends as the transponder snail goes to rest. Buggy and Yasi become anxious at the request. The guards retreat and vanish into the dark night.

“Damn, I don’t want to get him the necklace.”

Yasi gripped onto the pirate's arm, reassuring him. “Let’s hurry and go to Lyla’s, we’ll come up with something.”

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The old bag covering Y/n's head was taken off, revealing her whereabouts. It's dark and cold, she goes to touch her surroundings and finds herself in a cage. With the little light in the unknown building, she sees Kija standing in front of the cage.

"Where am I?"

"That's none of your concern," he says taking a step forward, revealing himself.

"You bitch," she spat out.

Kija lunges himself at her and wraps his hands around her throat, smushing her face against the cold bars. “I could honestly kill you; I don’t need fresh blood. You’re only alive because I need that necklace.”

“I guess you really are a murder. Did you kill the Ti’s?”

“Perhaps," he says in an unsure tone.

Y/n knew he wouldn't answer her question, so she changed the subject. "What's so special about my blood? Will it really help you get that power?"

"Ah, so it appears Yasi told you everything. How convenient."

"You know your little assassin shot him, right?"

He smirks. "I don't care. I won't need an heir after I obtain Febe's power."

Angered by his uncaring nature, she clutches the metal bars with her hands. "Power this, Febe that, I don't understand anything!"

Kija finds her little outburst amusing. "Well, I guess since I plan to dispose of you later. You're in your right to know." He takes a couple of steps to the right and drags a chair in front of the cage. He sighs, "Where do I begin. There is so much to tell."

Y/n's raging eyes do not leave his sight. "What's the power you're seeking?"

The older man digs into his pants' pocket and shows a circular object. It appears to be made of gold, with the bad lighting, it is hard to make out what it is. "You see this, it's an ancient amulet." Y/n squints her eyes to get a better looks of it. It is about the size of his palm and has an open center. Around the edges are engravings that depict an old language. "The amulet is strange as you see, that's because it is missing an important piece. . . a gemstone."

Y/n gasps mentally. The woman in her weird dream talked about a gem. Could it be the same one that he is talking about?

"It belongs right in the center of this ring. That gemstone is all I need to commence my plans and there is one thing stopping me, that pretty cross of yours." He puts away the gold ring. "In the books passed down by Febe's descendants, a particular cross is said to be the key to unlock the gemstone's location. Though, there are missing pages to the book and the exact area to find it is unknown. I am sure you know where it's at."

Y/n tries not to panic as a moment of realization hits her. The temple. Febe must have hidden it in her burial grounds. The hidden room inside her shrine contains the exact writing on the amulet and most importantly, the drawing of a cross is a match with the cross he speaks of. She swallows hard before speaking. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she mutters.

"Are you sure? That look on your face says otherwise."

This man in determined to get an answer out of her. She quickly escapes the question. "How does a gem give you power?"

Kija rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance, nevertheless, he complies with her question. "Legend states that the sea kings that once lived around these seas formulated the gemstone. The exact cause of its creation is unknown.

You see my dear, Febe, is a long ancestor of yours. She alongside my ancestor, Lionel, were on a voyage when suddenly, a strange storm capsized their ship. The majestic sea kings saved them both and took them to this island.

There, Febe came across a cove where the sea kings resided in. They were fond of her once she helped their sick young. With time, the sea kings gifted her the amulet and she held a power that could transform the entire landscape to her liking. This piece allowed her to make the land fertile and full of life as it provided control over the elements.

The two departed the island to retrieve their families and create a new home. The sea kings became violent at the sudden appearance of humans. Our people could not return to their homeland as the land was no longer suitable for life. Lionel thought we should kill the sea kings as the beasts continuously destroyed the vegetation of the island. Those sea kings turned into savage beasts and began to kill all life forms on the island.

Febe did not want to kill them, and a fight broke between them. My ancestor was foolish to be beneath a woman. A pact was made between our people and sea kings, but they continuously caused havoc on the settlement. Lionel got tired of the sea kings as deaths would pile on the shores. So, he stole the amulet from Febe and used to counter the attacks of the beast, but he lost to that stupid woman, dying from the fight to obtain the gem's power."

Y/n didn't know if she should be fascinated by his story, for all she knows, he could be lying.

He continues, “Febe hid the amulet before anyone else could use it and left her descants as guardians of it. The Kisha’s remained in power while the Abasks were cast away in the slums as the sea king's wrath worsen from the incident. From that day, we Abasks would rue the day we got our hands on that power and rule this pathetic island that was rightfully ours. So, they did. We reminded everyone the danger behind the sea kings and the idiotic morals of the Kisha's were putting them in danger. With the death of multiple children, everyone had enough and revolted against the Kisha's rule. The Abasks finally rose to power and got rid of those beasts once and for all. However, the amulet was nowhere to be seen."

I want to obtain that power for myself. To rule not only this island, but the whole world in my very image. Everyone will bow down to me, like my ancestor should have."

Astonished, Y/n did not speak for a while. Only then did she decided to break the silence. "Okay, what does that have to do with me?"

"As a descendant, you carry her blood through your vessels. Her DNA is the key to activate it. Though, the power to control the elements is nice, but there is something else I truly seek. Legend states that when the soul of a Kisha is bound the gemstone, the gift of immortality is given to the wearer."

"By soul you don't mean-"

"You dear, will be a sacrifice for the betterment of the world."

This is insane, is there such a power? Devil fruits exist, but you still can’t believe it.

"Of course your father never agreed to it."

"My father? What role does he play with all of this nonsense?"

"The Kisha's lived in the shadows, forgotten by the islanders. But I always knew they never left, and I figured out your father's secret. I offered him a place on the throne, along my side, but he refused. All he had to do was sacrifice his daughter, but oh it was too wicked to do such a thing. I don’t understand, you can always make another child," he manically laughs.

He recovers, taking in a couple of breaths before composing himself. "Only a female can access such power, that's why you're important. Your dear father was ready to escape with his pathetic family, but I made sure to cease him.” A devious smile is plastered on his face. "So, I made sure he was out of the picture. I sent my lovely assassin to kill your parents."

Y/n audibly gasps. All this time, she thought her father killed her mother and did offed himself. Not the mention the rumor that Mr. Dun was involved in their death.

"The truth was released to the islanders and with the Kisha's horrible past, they were afraid of you. That came to show when your gifts flourished, didn't they? The sea kings oh so loved the Kisha's and gave them powers to maintain their survival," he scoffs at the last word. "Everyone wanted to kill you, ya know. But the Ti's were oh so kind to take you in. So, I made a pact with them, to suppress your powers and hush about your parent's death. I needed you alive until the time came to find the gemstone."

"So, they all knew you killed them?"

"I wouldn't put it that way. More like, influenced the digging of their grave," he chuckles. "My family's propaganda has caused a mass hysteria against the Kisha's for centuries. It's no surprise they all agreed to keep their mouths shut."

This whole situation is fucked up. Everyone let this injustice happen before their eyes and became threaten from an innocent little girl.

Kija crouches down to her eye level and forcefully tugs on your hair. "Listen brat, we will get that cross, one way or another. So, speak!"

Y/n bite his hand, making him release his hold on her at once.

"I won't tell you shit."

Kija wiggles his hand in pain. "You bitch! I'll make you pay!" He goes to open the cage door and attacks her. He beats her till her face was puffy. Blood oozes from the large scar on the side of her head. Everything stings, the burning sensation on her skin is almost as if the sun kissed her. Despite the powerful blows, Y/n kept her mouth shut. No one will know about the true location of the necklace.

"You know what, you're strong, I give you that. But. . . I'm wasting my time with you. A little bit more and you're dead, we can't have that. I'll come back later when you're ready to talk. I'm sure you wouldn't like to start round two."

The man finally left. The torture has stopped for now. Alone, all Y/n could do was cry in her cage.

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“Hello sister-in-law!” Buggy shouts with his hands wide open, dropping Yasi to the floor.

Lyla and Walo wanted to slam the door on him, but Yasi clearly needs help. "Oh. . . hello. . ." Lyla awkwardly waves at him. Walo kneels down to pick up Yasi. "What happened to you?"

Yasi only groans in pain as he hunches over.

"Oh, this isn't good. Quick, set him on the couch," Lyla ordered to her husband.

As the two helped Yasi to the couch, Buggy made himself at home and started to explore the fridge. He finds a half-bitten sandwich, it may not be much, but he is starving. Anything will help replenish his energy.

Walo looks over the pirate, taking caution. "So, you're dating my sister-in-law?"

"Yeah, got a problem with it?" he says with sass.

"Uh, no. . . not at all. Just, surprised."

Buggy takes another bite of the sandwich and speaks with his mouth full, "Well surprise."

Lyla comes to the kitchen after stabilizing Yasi's wound. "Walo be nice to our guest. He has not done anything to us and is clearly the best option to get back my sister."

Walo sighs, "Yes, you're right,"— he turns to the pirate— "I apologize."

"There's no hard feelings man. I just want to get her back. Yasi here told me you could assist us." He then proceeds to take another bite of the sandwich and finishes the snack. "Though, I have a plan, but I need my freaks.”

Walo thinks for a second and widen his eyes. “I think I may know where you can locate them at.”

"Okay, tell me."

"I was trying to scavenge for information about everything that's going on. I've talked to one of my coworkers, clearly, there is something happening near the slaughterhouses of his farms. I'm sure he is trying to kill the pirates efficiently and secretly."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive."

"Okay then, any clue where Y/n could be at?"

"Hmmm, there is another warehouse that Kija keeps vacant. Not many know about it." Walo then pulls out a small map and spreads it over the table. "Here." He points at the location. "Check this one, I'm sure she must be there."

"My pirates are tough; they can handle themselves. I'll go retrieve Y/n first."

"Thank you, I'm really worried about her," Lyla said.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she's back in one piece."

Buggy takes the map and pivots to the door.

"Wait, I must go with you," Yasi called after him. He tries to get up from the couch but is held back from the sharp pain in his abdomen.

“Sorry Yasi, but you can’t go with that injury.”

“Sucks for you brat,” the pirate chuckled.

Yasi lays back down and makes direct eye contact with the older man. “Remember, don’t give my father the necklace.”

Buggy only smirks. “I’m not planning on it.” With that, he runs out the door.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

By a miracle, Buggy finally finds her location. It is surprising that there is no one around, they must be confident that nobody would find you, fools.

The tall windows of the warehouse show a small amount of moonlight. The place is dimly lit, but it is enough to move around. He walks down the large area and spots a crate at a corner. Something moves, he approaches it and sure enough, it is Y/n. Buggy grits his teeth seeing you lock up like a true freak. Of course, the cruel man that he is, he has done the same with others; however, it pains him to see you take the position instead.

"Y/n, I'm here!"

Y/n lifts her head up and jumps up from her curled position. "Buggy!" she yells in delight. Tears run down her cheeks as she pokes her head through the metal bars. She grips on the rusty bars, wishing she could pry them open.

Buggy kneels down and cusps her face. His gloved hands clean the salty tears from her face. The awkward position makes it difficult to touch Y/n, so he detaches his hands to further caress her body.

"They didn't hurt you, did they?" he asks with a serious expression. He pulls your head closer to the light. His worried eyes search for any cuts or bruises and sure enough, your face has been damaged. He grits once more, angered that they dared harm his lover.

"What did they do to you?"

Y/n's lips tremble. "Th-they-" she could barely manage to let a single word before she began sobbing. It is obvious that torture was involved. "Get me out of here," she sobbed out.

"I will," he voiced with determination.

The pirate looks around for something to break the lock on the cell door. There wasn't much to work with, the place is vacant. At the other corner of the warehouse, lied various construction tools. To his luck, a sledgehammer sat on top of the pile.

"Bingo." He scurries to the tool and brings it back to the other side, breaking the lock.

It's to his surprise that she didn't jump out right away, instead, she continued to sulk inside. "Y/n, you can come out now," he says gently. She raises her head up to look into his eyes, fear is what he sees. "Come on, I got you." He carefully scoops her worn out body and holds her close. She buries her face in the crook of neck as her hot tears flow down his skin.

"I'm scared."

"I'm here with you, there is no need to be afraid," he whispers out.

"You don't understand. . . everyone wants me dead."

"Who's everyone?"

"The people on this island. They hate me."

"I don't understand. Why would they hate you?"

"I'm a Kisha, Buggy, descendant of the island's founder. Everyone is afraid of the Kisha's. The Abasks have eliminated every single member of the family, I am next."

Buggy is too astonished to speak.

"They all knew who killed my parents. All of them,"— she cries out— "I've never felt so betrayed in my life."

Betrayal. Buggy knows that feeling too well and here you are, experiencing that same thing. His blood begins to boil as past memories flood his mind. It's been decided. He will bomb the island until all that's left are ashes.

"Shhh, it's okay," he coos, caressing her head. "I'll take you away from this hell hole once we stop Kija. I promise."

Y/n slowly nods, tightening her grip on her man, all she seeks now is his comfort. Buggy pecks her forehead. They must leave at once before they're discovered.

"Stay strong, I have a plan up my sleeve."

Before he took a step, Y/n uses all her force to grip his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "Wait," she huffs out. Buggy raises a brow, wondering where she is getting her energy from. "We-we have to hurry-"— she sniffs— "take me to the cemetery. We have to beat him there." Her eyes shift up, a look of fiery determination catches his attention.

"Very well. My plan still stands. Let's go then." His freaks will have to wait, he will not let Kija get his way.

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