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wood-white-writer · 8 months

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“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [1/…]

- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader

“So, I don’t blame you if you want to bury me in your memories,”

— Mitski, "Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live Action) x F!Reader

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Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstances.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Slight Canon Divergence, Buggy is an asshole, The reader used to go by "Cross-Hairs" in the past.

A/N: I’m basing this primarily on the LA! version of “One Piece”, as I’ve just recently begun to watch the Anime.

Luffy, for his unyielding devotion towards his dreams of becoming the King of Pirates, evidently lacks the sense of foresight required of a pirate to successfully navigate the seven seas. Then again, it's nothing new.

You’ve always known. The kid's been a hazard to society even in his youth; no filter between his brain and his mouth despite the ungodly amount of food he pushes between his jaws. You used to watch him make his proclamations in front of Shanks' merry band with little more than vaguely piqued interest, indifferent to the youthful albeit naive optimism he exhibited.

Shanks, meanwhile, always used to find his demeanor endearing - “He’s a good kid. Let him dream,”

And so you let him. You watched him dream for the next ten years, making sure that his dreams didn't catch the wrong kind of attention until he was old enough to hold his own weight.

However, back then, Luffy's actions seldom warranted any real consequences. Save for the incident with the Bandit and the Sea King, he's rarely been in any real danger prior to his debut as a pirate.

An unruly child spouting declarations of desiring to become the next “King of Pirates” hardly would’ve caused more of a ripple effect than to make other people shake their heads and laugh. And if it did, you were there to make sure it didn’t.

Now, not only has his actions earned you the ire of the Marines by stealing the Map of the Grand Line, but it has also garnered the attention of other opponents. Far more dangerous ones than the likes of Alvida or even that Axe-Hand Moron.

It was only a matter of time.

So when you find yourself waking up in a wooden cage with the rest of your reluctant crew mates, accompanied by a head-throbbing headache at that, your first instinct is to heave an exasperated sigh.

"Goddamn it."

"Oh, you're up." It's Luffy. He looks unharmed, albeit disoriented, not too unlike yourself. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I just snorted a bottle of rum through my nostrils." You get up into a crouching position, eying your surroundings, which doesn't leave much up for inspection considering your cage consists of broad wide planks. "What the fuck happened?"

The last thing you recall before being knocked out was a Jolly Roger in the distance, too far away for you to make out properly. So, not Marines, but pirates.

You can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing.

"Think we wouldn't have told you if we knew?" The swordsman - Zoro - replies with a deadpan look of boredom on his face as he attempts to peek through the cracks in your confinement. You have half a mind to tell him where to shove it but opt for a more quiet approach.

It's during moments like these when you realize you actually miss that scrawny pink-haired kid with the glasses - Koby. He never spoke to you like this. Granted, he was probably intimidated by the way you were always hovering behind Luffy like a silent guardian, but he didn't provide unnecessary comments like Bounty Hunter over there does.

Small blessings and all that. Very small.

You provide a solid kick to the plank on Zoro's right side without warning, catching him off-guard and earning you a short-lived glare. The planks loosen considerably, probably not meant to contain you for long.

Meanwhile, you listen half-heartedly to Luffy and Nami as they discuss the potential identities of your captors.

"They're not marines," Luffy assures her. "Before I got knocked out, I saw a Jolly Roger. We've been captured by pirates."

You glance at him from over your shoulder. "What'd it look like?"

"I don't know, it looked ... like ..." he pauses in thought. "A skull with crossbones, and a red ... dot? It almost looked like a nose, if bones could have noses, but they don't."

The blood in your veins freezes up, as does the rest of your body until their voices blur into nothing.

You've been keeping occasional track of him in the years that's passed since you parted ways, and when he amounted to a considerable bounty on his head, his signature Jolly Roger was hard not to miss on his wanted posters.

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"I didn't know there were so many pirates."

You tilt your head at the wall decorated with various wanted posters of different pirates, some more torn and discoloured than others, some more dead than others. You can't find your own amongst them in Shells Town, but then again, it has been some time since last you were on the Marines' radar. More likely than not, your poster is hidden somewhere underneath the several layers of—

"Hey, there's yours!" Luffy damn-near exclaims in wonder and points at— Oh yeah, there it is, right above Foxy's poster, a little yellow around the edges but still holding strong.

WANTED Dead or Alive "Cross-Hairs" 25,000,000

"Oh, wow, a 25-million bounty. That's a lot of berries."

The image is well over a decade old, taken back in your early twenties, and you were much more easy to identify back then. You were sharper in some angles, softer in others, compared to the present.

You look different now. Less robust, a little older, but no less dangerous in the grand scheme of things. Your sharp eyes remain the same, a trait Gol D. used to remark upon with a mischievous glimmer in his own eyes.

"You have eyes sharp enough to cut through steele," he'd say and ruffle your hair. A sense of loss perforating your being at the memory.

Despite being in your thirties, age tends to alter the appearance of most people, and you consider that a pretty good advantage right about now as you're standing surrounded by an army of Marine officers. Given the fact that you've spent the last couple of years away from the sea without a trace or clue, the World Government probably assumes you've died or gone into hiding.

Be that as it may, they didn't even bother to decrease the bounty since last time. How odd.

While Luffy spends a few moments admiring your old picture like a child that just learned their relative is some kind of famous celebrity, Koby is less than enthralled by this revelation.

"T-That's one of the highest bounties in the East-Blue." He is hesitant to look up at you. "What did ... What did you do to earn it?"

"A little here, a little there. Kicked a few asses, stole a bit of treasure along the way. Nothing too bad." You admit with a half-assed shrug as you continue to inspect the various posters.

For the boy's peace of mind, you won't go into the less ... child-friendly details regarding your reputation. About the way you used to fight to the blood with most of your opponents, Marines and pirates in equal measure. How you'd stand victorious atop a pile of broken limbs and pleading sounds from the defeated crowd.

"Yeah, yeah ..." Koby agrees with a feeble nod. "There are way worse pirates on the Grand Line."

Your gaze happens upon a particular wanted poster, and your demeanor stiffens. Not enough to notice from an ordinary point of view, but it does nonetheless.

His sharp cerulean eyes and bright red nose seem to mock you from his picture, and a heavy feeling settles in your heart. A feeling of hurt and betrayal you've long since thought abandoned in the corners of your heart. Not even the loss of your old captain could hope to compare to it

You snap back to Luffy, your voice a little strained as you speak though you desperately try to cover it up. "Are we done here, Luffy?"

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It's your fucking luck it had to be him of all people to come after Luffy first.

Why him?

Fuuuuuu—

"We don't need to fight." Luffy's voice snaps you back to the present. "I can talk to them, pirate to pirate."

"Not with this one," you whisper more to yourself than anyone else. The only one who seems to catch onto this is Zoro, but the moment he opens his mouth to ask, Nami beats him to it.

A discussion regarding the duality of piracy quickly causes you to lose all interest in the following sequence.

You don't trust either the thief or the bounty hunter as far as you can throw them, and the feeling is mutual in both parts. Sure, they proved useful in getting rid of the Axe-Hand, and have had thus far been tolerable enough for you not to throw them overboard.

Still, Zoro recognized you on the spot where the Marines failed to, and though Nami doesn't, your status as a pirate is enough reason for her to distrust you.

As mentioned, you don't trust them, but Luffy does, and his lead is the only one you'll follow. This is his voyage, and you’re not here to keep him from making mistakes unless you consider them particularly vital. If this bites him in the end, then you'll be there to keep him afloat.

After all, you made a promise to your old red-haired friend.

"Look after the lad for me, will you? Help him achieve his dream."

With no patience left to wait to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible, you prepare to kick through the planks. Just then, the top piece of your confinements unfold, and what you're greeted with is the pinpoint definiton of a fever dream on acid.

Tightrope walkers swinging in the air, acrobatics performing acts of impressive feats, someone fire-breathing, and-- was that a guy juggling on a unicycle passing you just now?

A circus troupe. You've been captured by a fucking circus troupe.

"Oh, what the actual fuck?" Is all you can manage to mutter, a sentiment Zoro surprisingly agrees with if the nod he adds serves as any indication.

The troupe has an audience, you come to observe in the distance. They're clapping and cheering on cue with the sign being held in the air, yet they look ... wrong. Forced. Puppets with strings embedded in their limbs, so to speak.

You narrow your eyes in distaste at the view. The hell has he been up to as of late?

In the midst of the enforced round of applause, a voice gradually makes itself more and more prominent through the masses. Deeper and huskier since last you heard it, but yet painfully known to your ears.

"No, no, no, NO! Stop clapping!"

And then he appears. The ringleader himself, exasperated as he throws his arms out to each side and effectively silencing the crowd.

"No, stop! This is all wrong!"

You momentarily forget to breathe as you watch him come into view from behind the audience. He's taller than the last you saw him, that's for damn certain. Must've hit a second growth spurt in your absence because, while you were relatively on equal foot in your youth, he now seems to have grown a head or so taller than yourself.

And like yourself, he's changed, and not inherently for the better. It's a relative statement considering that the life of a pirate is oftentimes a hard one, but it's a fact nonetheless. The years have not been any kinder to him than they've been for yourself. He still has the same hair, the same general appearance, but he's changed.

Out of the three of you, Shanks seems to have had it the easiest in recent years, appearance-wise. He never lost his smile or affinity for the brighter things in life, even when he had his damn arm chewed off.

Meanwhile, you lost your dreams, and he seems to have lost everything you recognized about him in your youth. His smile, his laughter, and even his stance had been replaced by some replica that fails to hold a candle to the original one.

This is a show master, not your friend. Then again, you haven't been friends for a long time now.

Still, changed as he may be from an outward point of view, Buggy's eyes have not. They're clear like the seas, just as they were long ago. (And his nose, of course. How could you forget?).

You can't tell if that's a relief yet.

You're not a fearful person by nature, having lost the distinct ability years ago. Now, however, you feel the tremors vibrating through your ribcage at the sight of him. That's why you decide to turn your face slightly to the side for now, hoping to prolong the inevitable.

Fortunately, your presence evades Buggy's notice for just a while longer as he berates his crew. "The spotlight was late! You completely missed my entrance!"

The sound of said spotlight changing its focus can be heard.

"And where, oh where, was the dancing lion?"

Good! While he's occupied, maybe you can find the right moment to grab Luffy and get the hell--

"Hey! I know you! I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town!"

... You want to dig a hole in the sand and bury yourself right about now.

"You're the clown guy! Uhm ... Binky, right?"

Buggy, you scream inside as you suppress the urge to yank Luffy by the shoulders and shake him until all of his limbs drop down on the ground. Fuck Shanks and fuck the promise. He's Buggy the fucking Clown, and you did not have to go out of your way to pinpoint that fact!

In your internal state of dismay, you settle with trying to locate potential escape routes. Maybe a hole in the walls of the tent, or an absent-minded guard by the entrance. You're stronger than most, with years of experience behind you, but you're not capable of fighting your way through a crowd with three tagalongs so seamlessly.

"Buggy," the man of the hour states as he approaches, still having failed to notice you. "Buggy the Clown."

No one says anything, which he takes as a sign to continue on with - what you personally regard - as a moronic long line of titles.

"Buggy, the Flashy Fool." Still nothing. He raises his arms, like a lost puppy begging for scraps of recognition. "Buggy, the Genius Jester."

Seriously, what's with him and all the names? He’s always been … overdramatic, but this cuts the cake even for him.

"Wow," Luffy seems genuinely impressed, a stark contrast to his companions, who would rather be anywhere than here. "You have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are."

A range of gasps echo from the unwilling audience, and you finally snap your head to the front in alarm. Fuck, he couldn't have used a better word than that. Granted, Luffy didn't mean it in that context, or even that word, but it doesn't matter.

Another thing that hasn't changed about Buggy... And that very same thing might as well be what snaps him out of his theatric act.

You thought Buggy finally would've noticed you by now, seeing it as you're finally willing to face him, but his eyes remain eerily glued to the kid.

"What did you just say?" Buggy asks, calmly.

Way too calmly for your liking.

Oh, no.

Luffy blinks in confusion. "Just that everyone knows who you are?"

You notice the clown lunging before Luffy does.

In the span of a second, you plant yourself between them, the only barrier between him and the clown's rage. You don't move an inch even as Buggy closes in with his gloved hand outstretched towards the boy, having not yet registered your sudden appearance until his fingers are inches from your face.

Your eyes finally lock, the blue in his eyes more prominent now than ever. Almost two decades since the last time you saw each other, and Buggy ceases his attempted assault as though time itself freezes.

At first, there is nothing in his eyes but surprise. Anger. Maybe even a trace of admiration towards the one who dared stand against him. Hot and burning beneath his irises, like glowing embers left behind in a dying pyre.

Finally, there is recognition, and the fire reignites warmer and scorching more than ever before.

He doesn't say anything at first, and neither do you, but the glare in your eyes conveys the message loudly enough that even the performers and troupe members alike know not to interfere.

"Leave him be."

You think of what to say, what you can say, after years of being silent. A simple “Hi” will not suffice, and considering the way of which you parted, there is little room for confessions.

Then, Buggy begins to laugh.

It starts out as a whisper of a chuckle, then gradually develops until he's full-out holding his stomach in wheezes, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and smudging his make-up.

He points his arm up as he tries to contain himself, and the guy holding the APPLAUSE-sign picks up on the subliminal message. Everyone in the place begins to laugh, both the captives and the captors, so loudly this time that it makes you feel small in a way you haven’t felt since you were a child.

You glance cautiously around yourself, sharing brief looks with your companions before the noises abruptly stop, having most likely been forced to do so.

When you look back at Buggy again, he's smiling wider than ever, but his eyes hold no genuine humor. No, there's an unidentifiable emotion swirling in the depths of his blue eyes that you fail to decipher before he speaks.

"Well, well, well! Isn't this an unexpected surprise?" He raises his arm to gesture to you, as if you're an exotic exhibition behind a display case for everyone to behold. The spotlight is now aimed at you, momentarily blinding your vision.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is my honor to present to you, the one and only, the myth, the legendary 'Cross-Hairs'! The Beast of the East!"

Applause rings again in the air as Buggy continues.

"She was famous throughout all of East Blue for her many endeavors, with a bounty greater than even yours flashy truly." Admitting that fact looks like it physically hurt him, but he prevails. "And then, almost ten years ago, after her biggest heist yet, she just POOFS!" He snaps his fingers and lets them slowly decline for dramatic effect. "Vanishes out of the blue. Leaving the seas for an unforeseen amount of time."

It would seem like you were keeping track of each other all along.

The next words Buggy utters are so hushed that only you hear them, and his smile is gone.

"Then again, you do have a track-record of leaving things behind, haven’t you?"

Oh, the fucking nerve of this guy. You take a step forward, clenching and unclenching you jaw so much your teeth feel on the bring of cracking. How dare he? How fucking dare he?

You’re about to shout back at him, argue, throwing every caution to the wind just to correct him and scream:

("You're the one who left me, remember?")

Before you can, something taps your right shoulder. Thinking it's Luffy, you turn around, and the last thing you recall before it all fades to black is an air of red dust clouding your vision.

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Heyy kaia!! I Hope you're feeling good and happy these days!!

Can I request NSFW headcanons for Law, Bartolomeo, and Shanks reacting to their female S/O shyly suggesting they use their Devil Fruit powers in bed? And like they never really thought of their powers THAT way so they're teasing them A LOT 😭

Thank you very much if you accept the request! And stay hydrated!! 💚

hi angel 😊 i am feeling ok today, i hope you're having a fantastic day 💛 love the idea of the s/o being shy when she asks; i took a bit of liberties with their powers bc, well, it's my world and everyone has to deal 😌 i had fun writing, so i hope you have a lot of fun reading 💙

2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; it's relatively tame smut if i'm honest, but then again what i consider tame isn't really tame is it 😭feat. cute stuff like nipple play, a lil bit of blood, exhibitionism, there are ropes, maybe a lil knife play but not really (it's minimal i promise), oral (m receiving, f giving), fingering, other stuff i'm sure; all three of these men are menaces to society *locks them up* they're mean when they're aroused idk what else to say <3

he’s not quite sure if he heard you correctly, so he asks you to repeat it again; slowly. if you could die from embarrassment, you would in an instant, your words tumble out of your mouth clumsily as you ask him again. the way he’s looking at you, the intensity behind his gaze makes your hands shake — not out of fear, but excitement — so you quickly tuck them under your thighs as you sit on the edge of your bed.

law, being too damn observant for his own good, catches that; he also catches the way you can’t seem to look at him anymore and the way you keep bouncing your leg as if it’ll will away all your anxiety. eyelids lowering, amber eyes darkening at the prospect of your request, he sighs and leans against the wall opposite you.

“are you sure?”

your eyes widen but you nod and manage to squeak out a soft, “yes, of course.” your cheeks burn painfully, making you breathless and lightheaded, but you’ve finally said it — and out loud, at that. he thinks it’s cute that you’re so shy now when you weren’t this shy earlier, but he refrains from saying that. instead he pushes off of the wall and stalks over to you.

he supposes there’s no real harm in using his devil fruit this time; it’s not something he likes to use unless necessary, but law really can’t say no to you, not when you’re looking at him like he’s the only person you’d rather be around for the rest of your life. in order to combat the way his heart beats a little faster at that impossible thought, he summons a few items from his office and motions for you to lay on your back.

“w-what are you going to do?” you try to sound brave but when you see him take out his favorite scalpel, watch as it floats through the air, tears through the fabric of your dress with ease — shredding it to pieces, his long fingers twitching as he grabs some rope.

“before anything else, i’m a doctor first,” he says before tearing through your bra and panties, “and if i’m not mistaken, it’s been some time since your last check up, hasn’t it?” goosebumps prick your skin obnoxiously, making you shudder the moment his hand pushes your legs apart. eyes narrowed, law utters a single command, “speak.”

you don’t need to be told twice. “yes, you’re right.” because what else can you say? a devilish smile graces his lips and he quickly ties you to the bed — your wrists bound tightly above your head, legs spread and every time you move your ankle, the rope digs into your skin there. he thinks you look beautiful like this; naked, chest heaving, nipples hard, your cunt glistening with your arousal.

he runs a calloused hand along your soft thigh, your back arches off the bed at his touch, and try as you might, you can’t do a thing. you whimper unintentionally when he pinches your nipples to get your attention. you hate the way your pussy clenches and how you want him to touch you more.

“ah, ah,” he says in disapproval, clicking his tongue as he leans closer, using the flat end of his scalpel to tilt your chin up. “you don’t get to close your eyes for this examination.” while you might’ve thought that law using his devil fruit power would be to your advantage, but he’s completely reversed the situation; your naivety is your downfall, unfortunately. but, you know that whatever it is law has in store for you, will be exhilarating and otherworldly.

as someone who thrives off spontaneity, he’s not surprised that you’ve asked him about using his devil fruit powers in bed.

“about damn time,” he says casually, eyes full of mischief when he picks you up suddenly, in the middle of lunch, and places you on his shoulder. he’s much too tall for you to fight him at that height, and you don’t want to fall down, so you let him have his way and ignore the taunts and jokes your crew mates hurl at you. he flips them off with his free hand and strides to his cabin without saying another word.

the mortification you feel at him carrying you like that, so publicly, not caring who saw, is a double-edged sword. you’re both annoyed and aroused and you want to hate him for it but can’t. when he shuts the door behind him, you fuss loudly, voice shrill in his ear, but he only laughs in response. you tug on his ear with your fingers, and he finally lets you down.

“it’s really not a big deal.”

bartolomeo isn’t even close to feeling apologetic, nor does he understand why you’re all riled up, but he likes that side of you. he likes the way you shoot him heated looks that are laced with irritation, likes how even though you probably want to strangle him, you still press your body against his. he seeks out the warmth of your tongue, lips slanted against yours, teeth pricking your skin and drawing blood.

the pain is minimal, and you can’t help but feel a little weak in the knees when you feel his tongue lick away your blood. you should not like this, but you do — so much that you’re practically begging him to fuck you as you whimper against his lips, fingers grasping the front of his shirt tightly. he presses his erection against you — a reminder that he won’t be done with you anytime soon.

he gets the brilliant idea to create a barrier inside the room, running it along the walls — his theory is that it’ll be thick enough to muffle your moans and he can have his way without interruption. he’s determined enough, although you’re a little unsure even as he explains as he sets up. still, you can’t say that you’re not interested in seeing this through.

you just hope your crew mates won’t hear a thing, especially once you sink to your knees in front of him, eagerly unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock free. he watches you, eyes hazy and expectant, smirking when you take a tentative lick, tongue soft against the thick head of his cock, before you get comfortable and wrap your lips around him completely, slowly bobbing up and down.

“don’t tease, i want the real thing,” he says gruffly, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pushes his cock further inside your mouth, making you gag but you have no intention of losing to him — today. you watch him through your lashes, relaxing your jaw and throat as you take him deeper, enjoying the way his moans ripple along your skin, gliding down your back, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together as you ignore the ache that builds inside you. your hands grab onto his thighs for balance, tongue flat against the length of his hardened cock, as his hips jerk forward. if the way he’s cursing under his breath is any indication of his enjoyment, you’re well on your way to turning things around in your favor.

“wait, what?”

his lips twitch as he schools his features, attempting to keep an impassive face as he listens to you repeat yourself. there’s nothing shanks enjoys more than watching you squirm under his gaze — it’s frustrating, the power he holds over you without even trying. he’s impossibly handsome, even more so when he plays stupid, as if he didn’t hear what you said loud and clear.

another party at another rowdy pub — he can’t help himself; he enjoys living life without worry, and his crew mates are always down to entertain their captain’s whims. you’re in the same boat as them, except your boat’s a little more special. case in point — you’re sitting on his lap at a back table, quietly sipping your drink as you watch the other patrons drunkenly laugh and argue with one another. with your back pressed against his chest, you sigh softly and try not to act too bashful.

“if you don’t want to…,” you start, face flushed as you press your lips together and stifle whatever indecent noise that threatens to escape from your mouth; he presses his lips against your neck, mumbling go on, doll, finish your sentence. it’s not the alcohol, or the stifling air that floats around the pub that makes you feel warm — it’s him. granted, you’re the one who started it all off by not wearing panties under your skirt; a fact you so happily whispered into his ear before everyone started drinking.

naturally, he pulled you onto his lap, pressed his cock against your ass and told you it would be fun to fool around a bit. his definition of “fooling around” is stuffing your pussy with his cock, all the while keeping up friendly conversation with the others. every time someone bumped into the table or shouted for shanks’ attention, you rock your hips against his subtly, ass plush and soft, his large hand gripping your thigh so he can thrust into you a few times, making you spill your drink down the front of your blouse.

“oh, no,” he says, sadly, feigning concern; but you know better. you can feel just how smug he is when you clench your pussy, his dark chuckles tickling the back of your neck as you grip the wooden table before you.

“shanks,” you pinch his arm and he thrusts into you again; you nearly bite your tongue off trying to keep quiet, breathing erratic as your heart beats rapidly, choking you as the party rages on.

“now, on to your request,” his voice is deep and husky, making your pussy even wetter, especially when his thumb rubs circles on your inner thigh. “i thought you knew already?” when you don’t answer, because you’re trying your best not to moan too loudly, especially when yasopp glances over at you two suspiciously, eyes narrowing before he grins at shanks — the shame you’d normally feel doesn’t find you, and later you’ll blame the alcohol for that.

“know what?” you say, lip quivering, a shudder working its way through you when your breathing becomes a bit more labored.

“i don’t have a devil fruit power.” you blink at the confession, confusion taking hold of your face as you try to look at him.

“b-but, they said,” your eyes widen, and he laughs at your surprise; it’s adorable the way you willingly believe anything anyone in his crew says. “yasopp and —”

he dips his hand in between your thighs, fingers deftly stroking your clit. “lucky roux and yasopp are idiots,” he says gruffly, casting a sharp glance their way; they shrink back, laughing hysterically, and your face heats up all over again. they fooled you into thinking their captain had a devil fruit — they said his stamina was unmatched, that it was definitely the cause of a devil fruit but were too coy to say which one.

“but they’re not wrong about the stamina, doll. you know better than all of them how true that is.” he pinches your clit and you unintentionally yelp before clamping your hand down over your mouth. several people look over in your direction, shanks waves them off, telling them that you thought you saw a bug, but that everything’s all good.

“right?” he goads, rubbing your clit mercilessly, making your cunt squeeze down harder, and while you know that all of this is wrong, you nod, slowly buck your hips against him, hoping to chase the orgasm that’s dangling right in front of you. “now, be a good girl,” he drawls, “i want to feel your pretty pussy cum all over me.”

it’s not an impossible request, since you’re almost there, but you hate that you nearly tip over the edge at his words, and while you should probably be much more subtle, you end up bouncing on his lap in the end, much to his amusement and pleasure, his groans soft and tantalizing against your ear. and when he pinches your clit roughly, you clench your teeth tightly, try to breathe through your nose, and almost give yourself away again as you start panting. your orgasm causes sweat to trickle down your brow, makes your limbs weak as he holds you close and thrusts into you again. “see,” he places a kiss on your jaw, “that wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” if you had the strength, you slap him for his audacious behavior.

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rollinouttahere-writes · 5 months

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Just wanted to hop in and say that I’m so excited for when you reach the Dressrosa arc, because Bartolomeo is just the perfect platonic yandere for Lizard… (and maybe romantic for Lucky..?)

And what’s good/bad (good for Lizard, bad for everyone else) is that Lizard would absolutely get along with him and love his troll-gremlin-goblin behavior, taking notes on how to be an even worse menace to society

And also:

Lucky, fed up with yandere BS and desperate for a break, seeing how Bartolomeo pisses off an arena full of people just by being there:

And then later, when Bartolomeo burns Shanks’ flags on multiple islands and replaces them with the Straw Hat flag, Doll calls him on the transponder snail and just says “You are brilliant. I love you.” And hangs up. Bartolomeo almost dies from joy.

I'm really excited to get to that arc too! I saw film red when it was in theaters (I am obsessed with Ado, I had to), and it took like three seconds of screen time for Barto to endear himself to me. He's a goofball and I love him. I cannot put into words how disappointed I was when I checked to see when he debuts and saw that it was like over half way into the series.

I can very much see Lizard and him getting along and taking notes from each other on how to be the most feral gremlin possible. Doll is definitely going to become his number one fan the second he starts burning down Shanks' flags, and might even recruit him into helping with her plan to eliminate him (heavily dependent on if she can get Kid to be okay with it).

I do plan to make him a romantic yandere for Lucky. He's already obsessed with the Straw Hats, it just makes sense. However, thanks to how much he worships them, he refuses to take Lucky away which leads to him being the general favorite amongst the Straw Hats as far as Lucky's suitors go. Lucky gets along well with him too, and has gotten him to use his barrier on multiple occasions to shield herself from the other yanderes. Bartolomeo is on cloud nine because not only is he helping a Straw Hat, but now he gets to spend a prolonged amount of time with her while they wait out whoever was pursuing her.

#lucky break #strays au #onemillionbillions #several yanderes are trying to tear apart the barrier unsuccessfully meanwhile Barto and Lucky are casually chitchatting about whatever #barto thinks it's a date and cannot be convinced otherwise #bartolomeo

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Not sure if you've heard this theory or been asked about it but what do you think about the "Shanks is actually evil" theory? I don't think I buy it but as the resident Shanks Understander I'd love to know your thoughts!

Oh I've been aware of this theory for as long as I've been in this fandom, and I like to think my writing has always made my stance pretty clear, but just to leave no doubt: no, I don't believe and have never entertained for even a second the thought that Shanks is actually evil. I mean, if he is, he's terrible at it, or at least his actions are extremely counterproductive for any kind of convincing villainy:

Would rather be publicly humiliated than start an unnecessary fight

Strives to ensure the safety of random civillians at all costs

Brokered a ceasefire to end the worst war in recent memory

Gave his former enemy a proper burial

Refuses payment from his territories for his protection

Considers his opponent's health before attacking him

Gives his opponents the choice of surrendering peacefully

Interferes with an Admiral to let a bunch of rookies heal up after their battle

What an absolute menace to society. Look at all that good; it's like he's not even trying to be evil!

No, but while I wholeheartedly believe that Shanks is a good man, as we're told in the very first chapter of One Piece: he's a pirate, not a saint, although the only "villain scenario" I'll buy is a self-inflicted one where he makes himself a villain because he (wrongly) believes it's necessary (as in a certain film, and while I will never like this storyline, it's in-character for a guy whose tragic flaw seems to be chronic self-sacrifice). Do I think he has an agenda that involves Luffy? Of course, otherwise he'd be off camping somwhere, not spending the remaining year of his dirty thirties trying to beat the rookies to Laugh Tale. I've always believed Shanks knows more than he's letting on, regarding the world, One Piece, the true nature of Luffy's devil fruit etc., and that it's the reason he became who he is and why he's waited until this point to act, but whatever his endgame is, I don't believe it's motivated by evil. Rather the opposite.

But hey, if someone finds this theory compelling, I'm not going to dictate what they can and can't enjoy; this is just my take. And while it's not my cup of tea, I can understand the appeal of a narrative where the hero's beloved mentor turns out to be a villain, corrupted either by the world or his own attempts to change it, but for me, I find it much more compelling that in a world with as much corruption and injustice as there is in One Piece, here is a man who, while undoubtedly changed by it, hasn't let it alter the core of who he is, which is the same guy who would rather have sake spilled on him than start a fight, but who also won't flinch if the people he cares about are threatened.

#Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks #Akagami no Shanks #I love him your honour #also 'resident Shanks Understander' hi I am DELIGHTED #<3<3<3

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I know that I said this before over a billion times but I’ll just say it again since this has been a year since the trial I want y’all(yes every single last one of you, heck even the aliens if they exist among us) to realize Tory had the opportunity to take a plea deal and serve no time. Megan lied to police to protect Tory immediately after he shot her, he slandered her in the blogs and so she decided to tell the truth to law enforcement.

The courts offered a plea deal, Tory threw it back in their face and dragged this out for years to keep the lie going and burned up his own money on legal fees and taxpayer dollars on a trial.

The courts gave bail, Tory used that time to torment and harass Megan which only hurt his case and was a key factor in his heavy sentencing when the day came.

At every single turn the goodwill of the universe/God offered this man an opportunity to save himself — and he laughed at it and sabotaged it. He could have owned up to his actions.

INSTEAD, he was so arrogant in the process bc he thought painting Megan as a liar on social media would hold up on trial. It backfired in the worst way possible.

He tormented her for three years and all that did in the end was made him look like a complete and total sociopath and narcissist who deserved every single day of those ten years in prison.

If you don’t believe that words matter and they don’t hurt then remember that his own words are the reason why he’s where he is and deserves to be

Words can hurt more than any weapon could and I don’t want to hear anything about words not mattering nor sticks and stones may break bones but words will never hurt me again

And because of things like this 👇I also don’t want to hear anything about women being too emotional while these men are being violent for no good reason ever again.

*Meg cut him deep wit that “The only reason why your popular at the moment is because you are in a feature with Jack Harlow “comment and he with his violent tendencies and toxic masculinity couldn’t take it.(Ironically enough because of you hoteps and pick mes in the black community slutting out being such hoaux for an abuser to dehumanize a black woman I might as well be falling for someone like jack Harlow anyways. More ironically them black bastards being so slutty towards an abuser that deserves the old fashioned death penalty is why he got ten years in prison so thanks for making him potential targets for shankings you hellbound heathens!)

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And don’t forget about this too. Who does he think he is, a male Karen? Getting all loud, belligerent , violent and acting outraged over the smallest things? Next I supposed he’ll be wearing a short bob demanding to speak to the manager

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Clearly this man a menace to society and America. If he can’t handle someone not shaking his hand or someone criticizing his music without resorting to violence, then he shouldn’t be among us

Canada, in ten years from now when he is deported back to his home country, you’ll need to stay out of his way because apparently he is a violent psychopath and/or sociopath and when there’s people like him amongst us then something has got to give

He could be the neighborhood grocer, he could be the next-door neighbor, heck he could be the Gardener . Who knows?

Just don’t let him become a politician, your friend, your husband, your boyfriend, or any member of a social Circle of yours

#This whole case had me changing my opinions and views(at least for the moment)#celebrating the police and the system #being xenophobic towards Canadian people #posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material #nearly being racist towards black men #saying that some of them nigcels deserved to be another hashtag #and backing the death penalty.#megan thee stallion #i’m not sad for her #i’m outraged #i’m just glad she’s in a better place now #those people can speak for themselves they know who they are #and they can go straight to hell #they will pay for their crimes #for sucking that abusers meat #Instagram #As always a loud and sincere fuck you to everyone who has doubted her and supported that Canadian cuntery who must not be named #She went through unnecessary trauma for two years #That’s unforgivable #Next level fuckery #That that type of ish that would lead to an episode of snapped or deadly women #once again #🖕🏿daystar Peterson #just like that #annnnn boom #may all who come against black women rot #Don’t fuck with black women #If you can’t love them then at least don’t harm them #can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on August 7th.#can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on august 7th

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