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kaizoku-gary · 7 months

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Fair Winds and Following Seas

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 coming soon

Pairing: Buggy x afab/female reader

Genre: fluff, smut, angst.

Word count: 1315

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

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

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

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@slaggylemon Enjoy :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kaizoku-gary · 7 months

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Fighting the darkness

Pairing: Buggy x gender-neutral reader

Genre: hurt-comfort

Word count: 693

Warnings/Tags: sad/depressed reader, emotional pain, lots of crying, cuddling, soft Buggy.

Summary: One morning you wake up and suddenly life is too much to handle. It hurst even trying to get up, but no matter how deep your wounds are, Buggy is always there to help you ease the pain.

A/N: a little hurt-comfort to satisfy your Buggy needs while I finish the second part to "Fair Winds and Following Seas".

Read it on AO3

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Getting out of bed isn't easy when you feel the weight of the world pushing you against the mattress. You want to close your eyes and fall asleep again; maybe a couple more hours will be enough to make you feel better. But you know how it is; sleeping longer never helps when you are exhausted, tired of overthinking, and regretting being born.

The sun shines brightly but the air is cold, matching the way you feel inside. Your is body heavy like lead when you finally try to get up. But you need him, despite the darkness growing inside you, you have to get out of bed and find him. Only he can chase away the monsters.

"Buggy?" you speak softly, entering the pirate's office. He is on his desk, actively sketching what looks like a complex map, the smell of hot coffee filling the room.

"Not now, my treasure. I'm kinda busy here," the pirate replies without taking his eyes away from his work.

"I'm sorry," you say, and for a brief moment, you think of closing the door behind you and going back to bed, but tears are already pooling in your eyes, and the ache in your chest won't let you move.

"Would you please… give me a hug?" you beg with a heavy sigh and a trembling voice, feeling the world crumbling around you, the air crushing you under his invisible hand.

Buggy drops his pen not a second after, and turns around to check on you, the expression on his face changing from mild annoyance to concern when he sees the tears pouring down your cheeks.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hurrying to place his arms around you and pull you to his chest. His heart shatters into smaller pieces with every sob.

No answer comes as you cling to him and weep uncontrollably, trying to drain the darkness growing inside you. Your soul is falling to pieces, and happiness seems like a faraway memory. Even if you could speak, words wouldn't be enough to describe how helpless you are, how tiny and insignificant you feel compared to the thoughts nagging at your mind. And you hate yourself for dragging Buggy into your own hell.

"It's alright, baby. I'm here," the pirate reassures you before kissing the top of your head. Clear tears fall from his eyes, and he holds you tight, trying to snatch you from the bleak grip of sorrow before it drags you deeper.

"Come here," Buggy whispers moments after, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch.

Sitting on his lap, with your arms around his neck and your head on his shoulder you sigh, weakend by the battle inside your mind. Buggy's hands caress your back as he hums a quiet melody and suddenly the ice inside you begins to melt slowly.

"I love you, my treasure. You know that, right?" Buggy says, his voice warm like the spring sun. "I won't let anyone or anything harm you. I promise."

The pirate kisses your shoulder, your neck, your temple. You raise your head to look at him, and he kisses the tears from your eyes. "I love you," He repeats as many times as you need to hear it. Soon, shadows dissipate, and life recovers its bright colors.

"I love you too, Buggy," you finally say before leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. "Sorry to have worried you," you say, wiping off the tears on his face.

"It's ok. I'm here for you… I'll always be," he says, holding you tighter.

"Can we stay like this a little longer?" you ask.

"We can stay like this forever if you need it," he replies before kissing you softly.

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When did you fall asleep in his arms? You don't remember, but when you open your eyes, you're still cuddling with Buggy on the sofa, both covered by a warm blanket. He's still asleep, and you smile lovingly. No matter how often you tell him, he will never realize how important he is to you and how big is your love for him.

"Thank you, Buggs," you whisper before falling asleep again.

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#buggy x reader #buggy the clown #one piece buggy #opla buggy #jeff ward #buggy d clown #captain buggy #op buggy #one piece fanfic #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece #opla #one piece x reader #buggy one piece #no beta read

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kaizoku-gary · 7 months

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@slaggylemon Sure! 😁

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kaizoku-gary · 7 months

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Fair Winds and Following Seas

- Part 1 - Part 2

Pairing: Buggy x afab/female reader

Genre: smut with a pinch of fluff

Word count: 603

Warnings/Tags: dry humping, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, cock warming, Buggy being horny AF.

Summary: Buggy was a pirate, you, just a regular person living in a seaside town. From the moment you met, lust linked your paths, and both agreed to spend a couple of hours together whenever he was in town. Little you knew that feelings would find their way into your almost perfect deal.

A/N: This is the first part of a short Buggy x Female Reader fanfic I'm currently working on. Enjoy 😉

BTW, welcome new citizens of the Buggy Nation! 🤡

Read it on AO3

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And there you were again, half naked on Buggy's bed, with his mouth assaulting your neck, claiming you, marking your skin like he did every time you met. His clothed erection rubbing against your clit was his way of showing you how much he needed you, how crazy you made him.

"Fuck," he whispered once, twice, and once more until he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you again, hungrily, deeply. His hands slid under your shirt, setting your skin ablaze as his mouth devoured your soft moans. Buggy was always like this: explosive and intense. A fire that left your body aching but always wanting more.

"Oh, Buggy!" your voice suddenly raised in pitch when he parted your panties to the side and slid two fingers inside your dripping pussy. The welcomed intrusion made your back arch and your muscles clench. Your nails dug into his shoulders when he added a third digit, and your breath caught in your throat.

"What is it, Y/N?" The pirate groaned, guiding your hand to his cock. "Is this what you need?" He teased, curling his fingers inside you, taking delight at the desperate noises you made.

A simple nod and a faint whimper were the only answers Buggy needed. Soon, the remaining clothes you had on were nothing but shreds of fabric lying on the floor. Your calves rested on Buggy's shoulders while he entered you slowly, letting out a low grunt as your warmth engulfed him.

"Fuck," the pirate never ceased to repeat as he smacked his hips against yours. Drunk with lust, he let your legs fall around his waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear how good you felt, how he wanted you to take every inch and every drop of him.

His tempo increased gradually along with the volume of your moans until you were screaming his name. One of your legs hooked around his waist, the other on his shoulder, a perfect angle to take him deeper.

"Oh, Buggy," were the only words in your vocabulary as the pounding continued, bringing you closer to the edge.

The pirate's eyes refused to close, even when your walls fluttered and clutched around him and your body spasmed after an intense orgasm. He didn't want to miss a second of your reaction to pleasure, your tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips, and your swollen lips calling his name over and over.

"Fuck, y/n," he grunted, with a last powerful thrust, spilling himself inside you. "Fuck..." he huffed once more, collapsing on top of you to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

It was then when you noticed it, or rather when you confirmed it. The man still buried between your legs was no longer that pirate you met several months ago and had been fucking ever since. Something had changed between you; his arms holding you close and your hands stroking his back were enough evidence of it. A need stronger than sheer lust had infiltrated your otherwise perfect no-attachment deal.

"Stay the night?" Buggy broke the silence a few minutes later, failing to hide the loneliness in his voice. His icy blue eyes searched yours, studying your reaction with a hint of fear that you didn't quite catch.

"Of course," you replied, giving his nose a soft peck.

Sliding out of you, the pirate rolled on his back, bringing you to rest your head on his chest. "Perfect," he whispered, closing his eyes. Buggy was never like this: affectionate and soft. It was a side of him you hoped to see more often.

More a/n: Hearing Buggy say "I will find the One Piece, and then everyone will know my name… And they'll love me," inspired me to write this. That line, in particular, broke my heart and made me realize how lonely and emotionally starved Buggy really is.

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#in this house we don't ignore the nose #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #one piece buggy #buggy d clown #buggy the genius jester #op buggy #opla buggy #captain buggy #jeff ward #one piece fanfic #one piece live action #opla #op fanfic #no beta read #buggy x you #buggy x y/n

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kaizoku-gary · 7 months

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As you may or may not know, spanish is my mother tongue and I think re-writing/translating my works to it could improve the overall reader experience for my hispanic readers/followers. So whah do you think?

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kaizoku-gary · 2 years

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Apples & Horses

Pairing: Bon Clay x gender-neutral reader

Genre: platonic fluff

Word count: 1810

Warnings/Tags: fluff, friendship, platonic soulmates

Summary: Bentham and you haven't seen each other in years. He's a busy criminal, and you happen to live on opposite sides of the world. When he is finally able to drop by, you both are reminded of the strong bond you share.

A/N: requested by vivian-von-truce

Sorry that it took me so long. I hope you like it 😊

Read it on AO3

Cover by: Mygiorni

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With mud on your boots and a smile on your face, you return home. Your clothes are messy, and the wind hasn't done your hair any favors, but your soul feels free and light. You go to the bathroom, turn on the bathtub faucet and let the water run as you prepare to take a long, reinvigorating bath after spending most of the day taking care of your horse. The job is far from easy, but you are so passionate about it that you don't pay much attention to such trifles. You step into the water and feel its warmth slowly flooding your body. Leaning your back against the tub, you close your eyes, immersing yourself in a pleasant moment.

Purupurupuru. The sound comes like an echo coming from the depths of your mind, and you try to ignore it, believing it is just a product of your imagination. Purupurupuru. There it is again, louder and more distinct this time. You open your eyes, internally cursing at whoever is interrupting your peace. When you see the red lips and green makeup under your den-den mushi's eyes, your heart skips a beat. You jump out of the tub as fast as you can -being careful not to slip and break your head- and run to answer the call.

"Bentham!" you exclaim as you pick up the handset. The tone of your voice doesn't hide the excitement of getting a call from someone so important to you.

"Y/N!~ It's been a long time, huh?" The voice on the other end of the line is no less happy than yours, and a big smirk graces your face.

"Say, honey. Are you going to be home tomorrow?" They say before you storm them with questions.

Their words catch you off guard, and you have to sit. Is he planning to visit you? Just thinking of seeing them again after so many years almost makes you jump with joy, but you wait for them to confirm it before celebrating.

"Wha- Uh- Yes. Why?" you reply, blinking quickly and trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

"See you tomorrow, then!~" That's the last thing you hear before the characteristic gatcha, indicating that the call is over.

Staring at the floor, you try to process what happened. If you had won the lottery, you would certainly feel less excited and -at the same time- nervous. After that conversation - if that brief exchange of words can be called that - returning to your daily life without getting lost in nostalgic memories is almost impossible.

A gentle draft from the open window in your room reminds you of your nakedness, and you grab a towel from the cupboard to dry the drops of water on your skin that still refuse to evaporate. The night will be long, and you take a deep breath to calm down. It's been ten years since you last saw your best friend, and now all you can think about is running to them and hugging them so tight that it makes up for all the time you've been apart.

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With a gasp, you open your eyes wide. The sunlight coming through the window blind you for a moment, and you cover your face with your hand as the fog of sleep fades away. Fearing you've overslept, you jump out of bed with your heart racing, smiling in relief when you notice it's still early. Bentham should have told you when exactly they were planning to come by. It would have lessened the anxiety.

After taking a shower, you stand in front of the closet with your towel wrapped around your body. Crossing your arms over your chest, you concentrate on imagining the perfect outfit, smiling to yourself at the fact that if you had a date, it would have taken you much less time to find the perfect combination of clothes. Several moments - which may or may not have been more than an hour - later, you pose in front of the mirror with your chest heaving and a triumphant smile.

Your internal caffeine meter reminds you that you still haven't had a cup of that bitter-tasting and smoky-smelling liquid that makes your every cell overflow with energy. With only one thought in mind, you walk to the kitchen, fill the coffee machine container with water, grind the dark brown beans to a fine aromatic powder, and fetch your favorite cup while the device prepares your elixir of life. The shrill ringing of the doorbell almost makes you drop the empty cup. In the blink of an eye, you are opening the door to your house.

The words choke in your mouth, and your eyes fill with tears as you jump into your friend's arms, to give them a bone-crushing hug. Neither of you speaks for a long moment. Only soft sobs can be heard as you both refuse to let go of the other.

"I've missed you so much," you hoarse, stepping back to get a better look at them. You could swear they are much taller than the last time you saw them.

"I've missed you more," Bon-chan answers in a trembling voice as they wipe the tears from their face; before pressing you against their chest once more.

"You want some coffee?" you offer, stepping to the side and beckoning them into your house.

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Hours go by between cups of coffee and desserts, between laughter and stories. Sitting on the fluffy carpet in your living room and with a cheering playlist of your favorite childhood songs in the background, you both try to compact the events of the last ten years into short stories, taking the time to answer each other's curious questions. A warm feeling takes over both of you as you realize that despite the time that has passed and how much you have changed physically and mentally, your bond is so strong that even distance can't break it.

With nostalgia, you remember your childhood together, the nights dancing until your feet ached and your legs cramped. Or when the other boys in town tried to tease you for being "weird" only to get their asses kicked by Bentham, who has always got a talent for turning his body into a weapon.

"Wanna see my horse?" you ask once you get your breath back after telling a funny story. You have no doubt they could perform to perfection a couple of acrobatics aid with that natural grace and elegance they have always possessed.

"Sure!" They reply, jumping to their feet and offering you their hand.

The two of you leave the house and walk hand in hand to the barn. It would be so nice to stop time or at least make everything stay like this forever, you and your best friend having fun together again like you used to do so long ago. But you know that nothing ever quite works out how you want it to, and you decide to make the most of this short visit. Although you fear that now that Bon-chan is one of the most influential and powerful members of Baroque Works, visits and calls will be even more sporadic.

Finally, you see her, your majestic black and white horse, waiting for you in the comfortable space you built for her, sheltered from the weather.

"Oh! What do we have here?" Bentham says, squeezing your hand as you both walk closer to her. "She's gorgeous! What's her name?"

"Shady Lady," you reply, trying to keep the pride of having trained such a beautiful, healthy animal from going to your head. "Come on, girl! It's time for a little show," you say, pulling her out of the stall. "Let me show you what we can do," you turn to wink at your friend, and they wiggle in excitement before strutting over to a bench.

"I'm ready whenever you are~," Your friend says, almost bouncing with excitement while you mount your horse.

As soon as you climb up, you enter some form of trance. Your movements have the fluidity and precision that only years of practice can give, immediately capturing your friend's attention. Bentham watches your every move closely, holding their breath when you attempt a dangerous stunt and applauding merrily when you execute it without making a mistake.

"So that's what you've been doing all this time!" they joke, but you know they're proud of you. "Hats off to you. You're wonderful Y/N," they say, blowing you a kiss and offering you a wide smile.

"Thank you, Bon-chan," You reply, unable to stop your cheek from turning red. "Would you like an apple?"

Your question confuses them, but they still nod. A few yards to the right of Bon Clay stands a huge apple tree, the crimson color of its fruits forming a beautiful contrast to the deep green of its leaves. You steer your horse towards it, then stand on her back to reach a high branch where the best and juiciest apples hang. You cling to it with one hand while the other grasps the red fruit, pulling it until its thin stem breaks. The triumphant smile on your face fades as soon as it shows up. Shady Lady has other plans and leaves before you can sit back on the saddle.

Bon Clay rushes to your aid, putting their arms around your legs just before the branch breaks.

"Now, that was a nice trick!" They joke, bursting out laughing despite the not-so-amused look on your face.

"Shut up," you snort, playfully elbowing their side as soon as he puts you down.

"Why don't we have some apples... From the lower branches, of course," he jokes. "And bake one of my famous pies that you liked so much," his eyes light up with the memory of old times, and you can't refuse.

Carefully, you climb onto their shoulders and begin plucking a few apples, dropping them on the ground around you. "You're not going to walk away and leave me hanging here, are you?". You joke, reaching out to grab a specially large fruit.

Your joke makes Bentham remember the look on your face when your horse decided she had better things to do. Unable to help themselves, they let out a loud laugh that forces them to their knees while you struggle not to fall. Their laugh is infectious, and you join them, losing your balance and causing you both to end up on the ground.

And there, rolling on the grass with tears in your eyes and a sore abdomen, you feel like children again. Maybe you won't see each other for another ten years. Maybe even longer. But for such a strong bond, distance and time are not a threat. You both know that no matter how far away you are, what binds you together will never disappear.

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#bon clay x reader #bentham x reader #gender neutral reader #bon clay #mr 2 bon clay #one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece x reader #no beta read

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kaizoku-gary · 2 years

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@rowan-rites Better late than never 😉

In the dark

Pairing: Kinemon x reader with afab/female reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 2102

Warnings/Tags: semi-public sex, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, age gap (no underage).

Summary: After sharing an intimate and passionate first time together, Kin'emon and you can't resist the urge to seek comfort in each other's arms again. The risk of being caught is higher now, but so will be the reward.

A/N: second part to The Calm before the Storm.

Read it on AO3

Cover by: ヤシヨ

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Kin'emon and you walk back to the house. His strong, callused hand closes over yours while he guides you in the dark. His thumb caresses your skin shyly as if a couple of minutes before he wasn't moaning against your neck as you rode him with eagerness. A tender smile lights your face, and you return the gesture, stroking his knuckles with your fingers. It's a shame that you cannot see how the samurai blushes like a teenager because of your touch.

As soon as you enter the old house, the loud snores and in-sleep murmuring of your mates welcome you. The warriors rest calmly on mattresses scattered across the floor. The room is engulfed by darkness, and you can barely tell apart a few shapes. Kin'emon and you walk slowly and quietly, being extremely careful not to step on anyone. Finally, you both reach the back of the room, where a shoji separates Kin'emon's room from the rest of the single-story house.

"Here we are," the samurai whispers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze; inviting you to come in.

The dim moonlight streams into the room through the small window, allowing your curious gaze to study the place while the samurai puts his swords on their holder. The room is slightly bigger than the futon on the floor. The tatami feels comfortably soft under your feet and you curl your fingers, enjoying the feeling.

"Come here," Kin'emon says softly, patting the empty space next to him.

The samurai surrounds you with his arms and pulls you closer as soon as you lay next to him. You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, focusing on his soothing heartbeat. His fingers caress your hair softly, while yours draw small circles on his broad chest. You both remain completely quiet, noticing how you begin to breathe in sync after a few minutes. The two of you are exhausted, but it's almost impossible to fall asleep when you long for each other with such intensity. Tonight, you had a little taste of heaven, and now your bodies are begging for more.

Kin'emon kisses the top of your head while stroking your cheek softly, letting his thumb brush your lips faintly and praying for you to get the hint. If you would at least grant him the briefest of kisses, it would be enough to calm his burning desire for a while. Maybe it would also help him decide whether the strong bond he felt with you was more than lust and the ephemeral but warm feeling of having some intimacy with another human being.

You rise your head to find his gaze in the shadows and recognize in his deep brown eyes the same urgency that invades you. Desire spreads across your body like fire fed by the air in your lungs. But a particularly loud snore from the other room reminds you how thin the walls are, holding you back. Kin'emon stays still while you decide what to do next. Finally, lust wins over shame and you kiss him, feeling how his lips bring you back to life.

A faint sigh escapes the samurai when your lips meet his at least. His hands travel down your back, grabbing firmly at your buttocks as you try to restrain a moan. Kin'emon knows he's got to be careful if you don't want to wake everyone up, but it is not an easy task when you've become his need. His body cries out for you, for your closeness, your caresses, your kisses. Sometimes it feels like you're made for each other. It captivates and scares him equally.

Kin'emon breaks the kiss to prop on his elbow and have a better look at you. It seems like he's taking a mental photograph of this moment, and you give him a sweet smile as you stroke his face tenderly. A few moments later, your lips come together again. The samurai kisses you calmly, memorizing the texture of your lips and the taste of your mouth. His hand moves slowly down your body, searching in the bulky fabric of your kimono a small gap to gain access to your throbbing core. Not long after, his fingers reach their goal, rubbing their tips softly over your clit as you let out a faint moan.

"Shhh," the samurai whispers in your ear before kissing your neck. "We don't want them to hear us," he adds with a conspiratorial tone, letting his hot breath tickle your skin.

You breathe heavily and bite your lower lip, trying to be quiet as Kin'emon fondles you. His hot mouth leaves small wet kisses on your neck and you tremble, closing your eyes to relish the sensation. Your hands dive under his clothes, eager to feel his skin as his fingers continue with such sweet torture.

"Take your... clothes off," you whisper while trying to hold back a moan. "I need you, Kin-san."

"Not yet, Y/N," Kin'emon replies, kissing your lips chastely. "Why are you in such a hurry?" he says, sliding a finger inside your wetness.

A soft involuntary moan escapes your mouth and you instantly hold your breath, fearing that someone could have heard you. The thrill of playing with fire enhances every sensation, making them even more intoxicating. When the samurai adds another finger, your eyes roll back in your head and you have to cover your mouth to restrain a needy whimper. Moments later, a warm sensation invades you. Your mind goes blank, your muscles contract, and you let out a sharp sigh while a toe-curling orgasm takes over you.

"Is everything alright?" Kin whispers in your ear with his fingers still inside of you. Smiling contently as your walls clench around them.

"Y-yes, Kin-san," you pant, trying to get your breath back.

"Good," he says before his lips meet yours again, kissing you softly while he undresses you. His hands travel leisurely across your skin, making you squirm from arousal. His mouth peppers your neck with kisses, then moves down to your breasts, sucking gently on your nipples.

"Oh... Kin-san~," you let out a trembling sigh while you scrape your nails lightly across his back.

"Cover your mouth," Kin'emon instructs you. Without giving you time to comprehend his words fully, the samurai kisses your abdomen, slowly moving down until his head settles between your legs. Kin'emon's fingers ghost over your swollen folds, spreading them before wrapping his lips around your nub, gently sucking on it while placing a hand on your lower belly to keep you in place.

You instantly arch your back against him, making a strangled noise. The sensation is like nothing you've felt before, and you gradually lose the ability to think straight. You cover your mouth with one hand, grabbing onto the sheets with the other. Your breathing turns shallow and quick, and your body twists with every flick of his tongue, with every little suck he gives to your clit. That sweet mouth of his is driving you wild with pleasure, and holding back your moans is becoming impossible.

"Kin-san... please, stop," you whisper before gently pushing his head away.

"I'm sorry," Kin'emon raises his head to check on you. "Did I do something wrong?" He asks concerned.

"Not at all," you reply, smiling sweetly. "On the contrary. It felt too good, it was almost impossible not to make any noise," you reassure with a soft giggle while stroking his cheek.

"Do you... want to stop?" The samurai says in a serious tone, sitting back and resting his hands on his thighs. Whatever your answer is, he will respect it.

"Of course not," you purr, pulling him by the collar of his kimono until he's in on top of you. "I still need you, Kin-san."

Your words and the look in your eyes leave him breathless. If only you were completely alone. If only he wouldn't have to restrain the burning desire to let his hands and mouth run freely over your skin, as he makes you moan his name again and again until you can't hold it anymore. Maybe if you survive the battle, you'll allow him to keep you company one more night. To show you that he also needs you more than the air he breathes.

Kin'emon sits back to get rid of his clothes, and your heart seems like it is about to jump out of your chest. The moonlight shining through the window allows you to take a better look at his strong muscles. You ogle him impatiently while you wait for him to be ready. Your body is begging for him to satiate his thirst with it, and you open your legs, inviting the samurai to get lost in your soaking wet walls.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N," Kin'emon praises, relishing the sight of your naked body before diving into your arms to kiss you as if his life depended on it.

You let out a content sigh, surrounding him with your arms. The kiss is slow but intense. Kin massages your tongue with his. Your fingers trace the muscles in his back, feeling how the samurai melts under your touch. The tip of his hard member ghost over your clit, and you break the kiss to look him in the eye.

"Do it... Please," you pant, spreading your legs further and slightly lifting your hips to give him better access to your entrance.

Kin'emon presses his lips against yours while he enters you slowly, letting himself be trapped in the warm embrace of your wetness. You wrap around him so perfectly that he can't help but let out a long, deep grunt against your mouth. After allowing himself a few seconds to recover his composure, the samurai begins rolling his hips against you. It doesn't take him long to find a sensual rhythm, and you reward him with a quiet whimper.

Your eager hands don't cease to explore his skin and knead his strong arms. Your nails ran up and down his sides, eliciting sweet muffled moans from him, and you feel yourself getting wetter only from those desperate noises he makes. When you wrap your legs around his waist to push him deeper inside you, the samurai holds his breath.

"Damn, Y/N," He grunts quietly. "You're not making it easy for me, are you?" He pants before kissing your forehead as he fights to delay his climax.

"Look who's talking," you reply with a playful tone, cupping his head in your hands and stroking his face with your thumbs.

You both remain still for a moment, holding each other's gazes and enjoying the closeness as you try to decipher the meaning behind this moment. It's only sex. You tell yourselves over and over in an attempt to ignore that tiny spark that ignited the first time your lips met. Don't confuse this with something else. You'll only hurt yourself.

Kin'emon begins to move after a few moments. The predatory look in his eyes makes your cheeks burn, and you cannot help but clench your muscles around him. You try to keep your eyes open to burn every single detail of his face into your mind. But the delicious way his hard member massages your inner walls blurry your vision and forces your eyelids to close.

"Harder, Kin-san," you pant, desperate to reach heaven for a third time tonight. "~Please."

Encouraged by your words, the samurai places his lips on the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Plunging deep and hard into you.

"Oh...Kin-san~," you whisper, melting under his weight as he hits that sweet spot harder and faster each time.

Your bodies dance to the rhythm of a silent melody that becomes more erratic and desperate as time passes. Faint pleasure noises and sharp sighs mix with the sounds of the night as both of you approach the peak. Suddenly everything immerses in complete silence and the world around you disappears when you reach an earth-shattering orgasm. You wrap your arms tightly around each other, struggling to remain quiet while shockwaves of pleasure grip your bodies.

Opening your eyes, you come back from that blissful trance your climax left you in. You're soaked with sweat, your arms are shaking, and your legs feel like jelly. But despite the physical discomfort, an expression of unadulterated happiness appears on your face. Your chest rises as you inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your lover. Your fingers trace random circular shapes on Kin'emon's back, and he replies by kissing your shoulder.

For a moment, the two of you are submerged in nothing but calmness. Your muscles relax, your breathing becomes even, and your heart beats in a steady rhythm. You kiss the samurai's temple, and he lets out a breathy chuckle, surrounding you with his arms and rolling on his back, so you can rest your head on his chest.

"Let's go to sleep," Kin'emon whispers, closing his eyes and holding you tightly as he drifts off.

There, buried in his arms, a warm feeling of safety invades you, and you close your eyes to let Kin'emon's peaceful heartbeat lull you to sleep.

*******

Bright sunbeams stream into the room, waking you up. When you finally open your eyes, the crest of the Kozuki clan tattooed on Kin'emon's back greets you. The black ink on the samurai's tanned skin catches your attention, and you're incapable of resisting the impulse to trace the meaningful symbol with the tip of your finger. Kin'emon shudders under your touch, inhaling deeply as he turns around to face you.

"Good morning, Kin-san," you whisper with a sweet tone, and he smiles, still half-asleep. You could swear he seems relieved.

"I'm so glad that you're here, Y/N," he mumbles before failing to hold back a yawn. "I was afraid it had been a dream." He concludes, placing his arm around your waist and gently pulling you to him.

Behind the wall, the other warriors gear up for the battle. The clinking of the swords and the sound of lively conversations and chants fill the air, creating a cheerful atmosphere. But still incapable of bursting the bubble of bliss you and Kin'emon have created.

"Y/N?" The samurai speaks after a while, moving away to look you in the eye with a serious expression. "If we get out of this alive..." He continues, avoiding your gaze for a moment as he looks for the right words.

"When we get out of this alive..." you correct, giving his hip a gentle squeeze to reassure him.

"Would you... Would you go out on a date with me?" After the words finally leave his mouth, the samurai feels strangely weightless. He hopes now that his heart will remain intact after hearing your answer.

"Of course, I will!" You reply right away, seeing how his beautiful brown eyes light up with emotion. He's trying so hard not to jump from the excitement that you can help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Kin'emon-san? Y/N-senpai?" Out of nowhere, a male voice disturbs your peace. A broad shadow stands behind the shoji.

"We're all going out now, so you can have some time alone before we leave." You hear him say from the other side of the wall. Kin'emon and you share a wide-eyed look. Your belly drops and your cheeks go crimson when the realization hits you... Maybe you weren't so quiet after all.

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kaizoku-gary · 2 years

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In the dark

Pairing: Kinemon x reader with afab/female reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 2583