Could You Maybe Write A Jealous!GhostxMaleReader...maybe Ghost Gets Jealous Of Reader And Graves?? Dunno

Could you maybe write a Jealous!GhostxMaleReader...maybe Ghost gets jealous of Reader and Graves?? Dunno just want to see a jealous Ghost....I like how you write Ghost...it doesn't have to be Graves, it could be a member of Shadow Conpany...

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Jealous!Ghost x M!Reader

My first request, so I thought I would put a bit more effort into this fic than usual. It ended being written from Graves' POV? So I'm not sure if it's exactly what you wanted but I hope this is somewhere along the lines of the request :3

Relationships: M/M Synopsis: A jealous Ghost fucks you into oblivion and Graves hears every single bit of it. Contains gratituous smut. A/N: NA Master List

“Hey there, sweetheart, need a hand?”

Phillip Graves, that was his name, right? Commander of the Shadow soldiers currently milling about the base as part of a joint operation between the 141 and Shadow Company. You follow his eyes to the crates of beer in the storeroom.

“Oh, Graves, right? Yea sure!” You heave two crates of beer off the floor and Graves trails his eyes over your way your shirt exposes your chest and abdomen with each exertion of your body.

He is not salivating. He is just admiring another soldier preparing a feast as part of the collaboration, a dinner and night of celebrations. Nothing untoward and nothing scandalous. Your request for him to grab the drinks jolts him out of his naughty daydream and he nods with as much grace the Shadow is known for. That is, not much.

The men are gathered in the rec room when both you and Graves return with alcohol. Soap and Gaz help themselves to a bottle each before you can put the crates down. Graves imitates your actions and places his crates down.

Ghost is sitting in an armchair all by himself, while Grave’s soldiers are fanned out around the room. Some eating, some drinking, mostly engaged in conversation or tabletop games. You crack open a bottle and he has to resist grabbing choking that sinuous neck and the bobbing of your throat. Ghost is nowhere at his chair and once he reestablishes visual contact, Ghost is standing by your side.

“You want a bottle, Ghost?”

The masked freak shakes his head and the smile on your face makes him green with jealousy. He wishes it was him on the other side of the smile.

“Of course, the LT himself doesn’t drink beer.” You dug around your pockets and reveal a metal flask. “Bourbon, straight from Kentucky.”

Ghost rumbles something affectionate and takes the flask. The mask is raised up to his nose bridge and Graves catches a sight of the pink lips and perfect teeth.

“Thanks, corporal. Appreciate your efforts.”

“Anytime, LT. Anything for you.” The skeleton hand on your shoulder lingers for too long for Graves’ liking.

The man looks up from you to meet Grave’s gaze. Inside, he spots something feral and territorial curling in the lieutenant’s eyes.

Stay. Away.

---

The rest of the night goes smoothly. Graves gets to spend time with you on the dance floor and his hand even wrapped around your waist at one point. You don’t seem to be too phased by the close proximity to him and he flashes a grin, all teeth and vibes.

He catches the boring gaze of Ghost, intensifying each time he went anywhere near you. Fuck him, he doesn’t own you and Graves is free to flirt with whoever he wants. The skull man is free to kick rocks if he doesn’t like it. Eventually, you are too tired to continue partying and excuse yourself from the dance floor. Graves watches as you say something to the lieutenant and his eyes are overcame by something fond and soft before a pat by a skeleton hand sends you leaving the room.

It's boring without you on the dance floor and Graves leaves his men in favour of turning in for the night. The base is huge and Graves stumbles around, trying to find his room and it is just bad luck Ghost is who he sees first.

“Ah, lieutenant, mind showing me the way to my room?”

Ghost doesn’t seem to be too pleased to see him, judging by the arms crossed but mainly, the eyes give away his ire and displeasure at seeing the other man.

“Down the hallway. Room 103.”

Graves thanks the man not before he is slipped a radio.

“You left this at the party.”

Wait, what? The last time he checked, the radio was still affixed to the holster on his arm. Before he can object, Ghost is gone.

---

“Ah, faster! Michaelo!”

The room is dim and the man lying on the bed touches himself gently to the sounds of porn on his phone. Fuck, Graves swore when the woman in the video takes the monster dick fully. His dick is semi hard and his hand gently strokes the organ to nurse it to full hardness.

“Shit!” Graves takes off his headphones. That isn’t—

“Ngh! Fuck, it’s not—” His phone clatters onto the floor as he jumps off the bed in search for the source of the sound. Sounds of a man being pleasured are definitely not from the video he is watching. His search stops at the radio Ghost passed him earlier. The green light flashes periodically, a sign the radio is receiving a signal.

A moan.

Not just any, but yours. He rushes to the table and grabs the radio. Raspy moans of desire. There is no mistaking it, that is you on the other side of the radio. Who the fuck is doing this!

“Ah, ah! Fuck, slow down!”

If he closes his eyes, his mind fantasizes the scene. You are all drunk on pleasure, mouth open as a thin trail of drool slicks down your cheek. Someone, a mystery person, bringing you waves of pleasure. Their hands? Or their mouth?

It should be him. It’s all so wrong. He should be turning off the radio and reporting whoever was doing this. But his mind taunts him with finding out just who you were with.

Graves retreats to the bed and lies down. His hand creeps ever closer to his dick and your moans are there again. The radio is jammed against his ear and his dick jumps at the breathy and sinuous moan. It tortures his soul to hear it and not be the one eliciting it.

His hand is no longer under his control and starts stroking.

“Fuck! Shit, what has gotten into you!” Sounds of wet slapping noises punctuate your groans into pauses. The other person doesn’t say anything and Graves is so fucking turned on, it hurts. Pre is all over his hands and the sound of his hands are filthy, but not as much as those in the radio.

Then, he hears it. A whimper, all soft and delectable. His hand grips the base of his dick and arrests his building climax. Shit! His favourite porn didn’t come anywhere close to the performance you are putting on in a room somewhere.

He wants to cum just as you do with your mysterious partner.

“If you—ah!—keep doing this, I won’t LAST ah!” The duvet is in between his teeth as his hands are moving at a feverous pace against his morals.

“Have you learnt your lesson, yet?” Graves stills his hand. Mr mystery is speaking.

“Yes! Please, I will be your good boy! I—ngh—will stay away from him!”

“That’s a good boy. Taking me so perfectly; I can feel you spasming like a cheap whore. Are you close, pet?”

His traitorous mind paints a picture of another man railing you hard and fast, bitching you in the process into a mindless whore who lived for cock and cum. Who, dares, to claim you?

“Yes, I’m—so—fucking close! P-please!” He grunts at the desperation in your voice to climax.

His finger scrambles to turn the knob on the radio to max volume and then, he can hear so much more. The faint creaking of the bed under the powerful thrusts of your partner, the whines and whimpers escaping your mouth driving him crazy and the reserved grunts of the man. Wet sounds of slapping and something obscene fills the room and Graves thumbs his dick roughly. The burn is something real and he desperately wants to know just who it was.

Who was bringing you so much pleasure, dear cock addled slut?

“Say it. Say that you want to cum.”

“Mmmh! Please, let me cum! I want to cum!”

“Say that you are my little cum addict.”

“I’m—” A sharp thrust breaks your speech and you groan. “Y-your cum addict!”

“Good boy. This is what you wanted, right? Flirting with that poor excuse of a man to rile me up. Well, this is your reward, love.” And a sharp squeal at what Graves imagines to be a bite on the neck.

Flirting with him? Who can it be, to be upset at Graves?

“Yes! Yes, I-I am all yours! Yours to use, sir!”

Sir? His hands pause and grip his prick loosely. Was it a nickname, or something more?

“That’s what I like to hear. You need to be bitched more often, love.”

“Yes! Yes, I want to be bitched! Fuck, please, ah!”

The knot in his abdomen is tight and squirming as Graves lets himself imagine the mystery man to be him. Your tight ass squeezing him hungrily like a sleeve thirsting for cum and all he has to give. The pillow fluffs at the commander’s head falling back into it.

“So beautiful and all for me. Do it, cum for me, sweetheart.”

That’s the cue and Graves’ eyes are closed in a grimace as he times his finish with yours.

“Ah, yes sir! Thank you! I—fuck!—” And the noisy squeal and cries of a man drowning in orgasmic bliss spearheaded by his lover’s dick. Graves chokes a cry as he came with a shout and a spray of cum over his heaving chest.

The orgasm leaves him boneless and he struggles to collect his thoughts. The radio flops onto the bed as a sweaty arm rests on an equally sweated chest. The radio is silent and the light is extinguished; no more transmission by whoever is doing this. He won’t admit it, but this ranks high on his naughty escapades.

Fuck, he really shouldn’t have done this. The mess on his cooling chest is hardening into sludge and he swipes a finger through it. Grabbing a bathrobe, a shower is in order to get rid of the stains of his scandalous voyeurism.

---

He steps out of the room into an empty corridor and heads for the communal toilets. Pass room 120 and the door to the room opens without warning. Graves slows and Ghost steps out from the room still dressed in his combat fatigues. His gloves, however, are gone and Graves sneaks a look at the exposed hand. Black nails? Maybe the man truly was a freak. He looks closer and there’s something dripping? A viscous cloudy liquid coating the thick fingers and Graves can’t stop his mouth from running itself.

“Howdy, you’ve got something on your hand, lieutenant.”

Ghost’s eyes remain impassive and he raises his hands to look at them and back at Graves. A glint in his eyes is all the warning he gets and Ghost is breaking eye contact. Then, those hands are wiping against the dark fabric of his tactical jacket and—

White and milky liquid separate into strings upon contact as they stain the pristine clothing.

That is—

“You look shocked, commander Graves. Do you need a medic?”

“Is that … cum?”

Soap’s hearty greeting stumps Graves as the sergeant rounds the corner and he makes a face at the sight of the Shadow commander. Sidling up mischievously to the American, he lobs an arm around Graves and pulls him close under a gaze Graves would describe as victorious belonging to the masked man.

Like a roman victor on a pedestal while luxuriating in his opponent’s defeat.

Soap chuckles. “This is why we don’t mess with the LT’s property, Graves. Did you truly think the corporal would be interested in you?”

“In someone who can’t even use his dick right while LT can do it all with just his arm?”

Mortification and humiliation burns and scorches his face.

---

Ghost wasn’t truly worried when he saw Graves flirting with you all night. You smiled and assured him you could handle the grabby Shadow commander and your lover nods, trusting your judgement but still hanging around to intervene if the bastard tried anything. Your cheery disposition and innocence was a fire drawing in the moths of military men and Ghost stayed to keep an eye on the man.

---

Graves swallows and the taste in his mouth all night—he knows what it is now. Ghost pulls up his mask to lick a line across his still dirty fingers.

His mind conjures an image of you, a man in the throes of desire and thoroughly debauched by the fist in your ass and your dick, angry and leaking in protest. Why would a man be lost in the height of rapture ever be interested in him?

Those lips mouth something. Sweet.

Total defeat.

✰𝓓. 𝓜𝓲𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓴✰

j’veux ton amour— 🎀

et je vetux ta revanche

🎀—j’veux ton amour

i don’t wanna be friends -lady gaga

𝓣𝓦: a/b/o au, fluff, very short, can also be seen as gn reader, intentional lowercase

✰ MIHAWK who is seen and viewed as the strongest swords man in the world. some see him as a villain while others see him as someone who they respect and look up to, as well as one day sparing with him. people even see him as someone heartless and not considerate for those he kills or for anyone in general. most people even thought he didn’t have a lover or children because of the type of man he is.

✰ MIHAWK who in reality is the sweetest man, but only towards his lover, you. he’s been married to you for years now and currently you were carrying his child, or should i say children since you’re carrying twins? “do you need anything?” he asked you, his tone soft as he gently rubbed your swollen belly. you were lucky enough to see this side of him since it was pretty cute and funny. “i’m fine, thank you though.” you placed a kiss on his lips allowing him to rest his head on your shoulder while he continued to feel around your stomach and of course the little kicks your babies provided.

✰- tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

°•*⁀➷ NOT TODAY: ZORO AND SANJI

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Married life with young children has several difficulties, one of which ends up being the lack of time for intimate and romantic moments. It looks like today you and your husbands will have a chance to work it out... Or not"

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : MILDLY SUGGESTIVE BUT NOTHING REAL, TRANS! MASC READER, TRANS! MALE READER, POLY RELATIONSHIP (Sanji and Zoro also date each other but it's not explicit), any mentions of pregnancy but the children look like you three so you can imagine what you want, married life, mentions about not having time for your children and partners, INTIMACY, SEXUAL TOUCHES (kissing and stuff), child wetting the bed

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,4k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : So here another family fluff story, trying now to really go back posting so everyone can enjoy, I have a lot of stories finished so won't be a problem. Enjoy everyone, you know about fem and I thanks for the new followers I'm happy for having support in this hard time for me!

Finally, after an extremely long and tiring day at work, and with double effort of getting home and having to make up for your twins and give them all the attention you couldn't give them while you were away. You and your two husbands found yourself putting the twins in bed, finally able to take a nice hot shower and lie down on their huge bed full of blankets so they could sleep.

You were in the middle of the two men while Zoro was mumbling about muscle pain and Sanji was hugging your waist and hiding in your neck, Sanji always missed you more, since he was just at home taking care of the twins and unlike Zoro that arrived home in the afternoon, you only arrived home at night. So he always wanted to hug you a little and exchange a few kisses to satisfy the longing before you fell asleep peacefully.

You calmly stroked his blonde hair as you had your eyes closed and let your head start to relax to sleep, Zoro had one leg over yours and Sanji was curled up against you like a needy puppy, everything was exactly perfect in your perfect life with your two husbands and two wonderful daughters.

Usually the three of you slept considerably quickly, but today the mood was a little more… different. Sanji started kissing your neck, then he started with small bites and then his hand was going under your pajama shirt and starting to caress the scars from your top surgery. You mumbled a little sleepily as you opened your eyes to try and understand what your blonde husband was wanting.

“San?” You asked, a little confused about his touches, soon he was pressing his crotch against your leg.

“Dog in heat” Zoro teased and turned to grab you on the other side while staring at Sanji provocatively.

“Shut up idiot… I wasn’t the one who was jerking off in the bathroom moaning his name” Sanji huffed irritably and you smiled realizing that even after years of marriage these two still fought about everything.

“Well, I'm not the one wearing provocative clothes and sticking my ass out every time he comes over trying to get him to pay attention to me” he countered again and now they were both embarrassed for having their secrets exposed.

“Okay, okay, no fighting kids” you laughed and stroked their hair at the same time “What are you up to?”

“We miss you…” Sanji murmured and rubbed his nose against your neck while Zoro hugged your waist tightly.

"You've been a terrible husband, neglecting us..." Zoro said and bit his ear irritably.

“Sorry, I was trying to be the man of the house to support this needy housewife and the gym addict” You laughed, you always teased Sanji by calling him a housewife and you also liked to say that Zoro only pretended to work at a gym to work out all day. Of course there was no offense or criticism in this, especially because they both said that you were the impotent husband who was married to work and forced his wife to have a lover... although in this last part you were a little hurt at being called sexually impotent.

“Well… Now you managed to make two men very angry and excited” Sanji smiled mischievously as he inhaled your perfume.

“And you know that the majority always wins…” Zoro said laughing and soon you were sandwiched between the two strong men.

"Oh yes? So you two are going to make a sandwich with me and punish me for not paying attention to my perfect husbands?” You said, sighing as you felt their hands becoming bold as they began to touch you.

“Something like that…” Zoro whispered as he moved closer to finally kiss you and begin the fun.

Before you could finally make up for lost time and have a passionate and exciting night, small footsteps were heard in the hallway and the door was quickly pushed open completely. The door was always propped open in case your daughters needed to come after you during the night… And it seems that was exactly what had happened now.

You jumped in fright as you pushed the two men hard enough for them to let out groans of pain. You looked at the door and at two daughters illuminated by the hallway light that was always on. The two wore matching pajamas, although Sora's were green pajamas with yellow ducks and Kuina's were yellow with green trees. They both had blonde hair and Sanji's characteristic eyebrows, however, their skin tone was a mix of theirs and Zoro's.

Sora was sniffling and her face was swollen and wet as she carried the huge stuffed monkey she got from Luffy, while Kuina had a determined face and was holding her sister's hand tightly. They might be twins and be the same age, but Kuina always acted like an older sister for everything Sora needed, she was really similar to Zoro and the woman she was named after. Sora wasn't exactly fragile, as she had enormous strength in her fists and legs, however, she used to be more sensitive and affectionate and this resulted in many tears. Kuina also had her sensitive moments, as she always cried in children's films, but she liked to act tough and you wouldn't stop her.

"Dad! Sora wet the bed!” Kuina screamed as if declaring war and you would have laughed if you knew it wouldn't make the situation worse. When her secret was revealed, Sora cried louder and clung to her sister for shelter.

When you heard the cries and all the commotion, the three of you were already extremely awake and all the excitement had been replaced by worry for two girls. You got up faster and were soon kneeling in front of the two girls, accepting Sora who crawled into your arms, whimpering.

“Oh, honey… It’s okay, there’s no need to cry” you stroked her hair, smiling and trying to calm her down. “You did well, Kuina, but next time don't be so... Loud, your sister might be ashamed of this” you explained calmly, knowing that Kuina wouldn't take it as criticism but rather as a way to evolve.

"Serious? But there’s no need to be ashamed, Sora!” She said, patting her sister gently on the head, “Grandpa Zeff always says Daddy wet the bed a lot as a kid!” She smiled, thinking that this would help her sister to be less ashamed of the situation, which in fact happened, as Sora calmed down and looked at her sister, surprised and now calmer knowing that this was normal. In the background, you could hear Sanji muttering about how he was going to kill his father and Zoro laughing at him.

“Okay, okay, why don’t we change Sora and put you two to sleep again?” You suggested using your shirt to wipe Sora's wet face a little.

“Can we sleep with you tonight, dad?” Sora sniffed, looking at you with those tearful puppy eyes... And of course you weren't able to deny it, even if it meant that your night of wild love had gone to waste.

Some time later, you were all in bed. Sora was clean and in new pajamas, this time a yellow one with cute seaweed and of course her sister also wanted to change to match, and now she was wearing a green one, but with goldfish. Kuina was between you and Sanji already drooling over him, while Sora was curled up in a ball on Zoro's chest who held her tightly to comfort and protect her from everything. You were in the middle of the two and, every now and then, you stroked their hair just to hear your girls' soft breaths.

“Well, they told us to enjoy our honeymoon” Sanji sighed, trying to make a drama about not being able to have a night of love with the two of you, but soon he started laughing softly, making you both laugh too.

“Yeah… and you still wanted one more” Zoro laughed, thinking that if with two children it was already difficult to have a little intimacy, with three it would be impossible.

“I can't help it, I wanted a mini marimo to complete the collection” He laughed and then yawned, feeling sleep taking over him.

“We’ll think about the mini marimo later… For now, let’s just sleep and… Well, maybe these two will stay with Zeff for the weekend” you said, closing your eyes.

“Does it mean what I think it means?” Sanji asked excitedly.

“Be quiet, perverted cook,” Zoro snorted at him.

“Yes, yes, no fights or otherwise, I’ll go with the girls to Zeff” you laughed trying to threaten them.

“Well… You’re an essential part, but not mandatory…” Zoro teased and you scowled, these two were screwed with you when the three of you were finally alone.

Buggy the Clown - Head keeper.

Warning : spoilers for opla fan only

Genre : angst-ish

Synopsis : "you keep Buggy's head company and have a heart to heart after many years apart." - @inhumanshadows

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part ONE // Since Buggy is 39, reader is around the same age.

Usopp was currently keeping watch on Buggy's head, Conomi Islands weren't far thanks to his guidance. Although a bit unwelcomed at times.

"Thought clowns were supposed to be funny." Said Usopp, growing more annoyed than anything.

"What was that ?" Buggy hopped around to look at him. "Why don't you say it to my face ?" But then, Zoro walked in. "Hey ! Morning, champ !" Buggy chuckled.

"I know Luffy made a deal with you to find Arlong, clown, but if this is another one of your tricks…" Zoro began, stopping in front of him.

"What are you gonna do ? Bleed on me ?" Buggy laughed until Zoro grabbed him. "Whoa ! Whoa ! Wait. Whoa ! Whoa ! Whoa ! What ? Because I said bleed on me ?" He was now hanging above the water, ready to be thrown out. "You can bleed on me if you want, I mean, a deal's a deal, all right ? You want your map back. I want my bodyyy !" He laughed nervously.

"Where's [Name] ?" Zoro asked Usopp. "He should keep it."

"It ?" Buggy asked but got immediately ignored.

"Yep, I agree. I'm done keeping the clown head." Nodded Usopp.

"How do we know you're not leading us to a trap ?" Zoro refocused on Buggy, still not believing him.

"Zoro, buddy ! Honor amongst pirates. Right ? C'mon I can sing a nice sea shanty to pass the time ! Oooh, there once was a girl with tangerine hair, stole my map and left me stranded somewhere, truly a crafty and crooked young lass, but you can't deny she had a spectacular a-"

"Alright, enough ! I'll keep him." You finally interrupted, approaching Zoro who was walking toward the barrel as Usopp opened it. They wanted to throw him in. And although it was tempting to let them do it, a part of you couldn't bring itself to let it happen.

"Good, because we voted for you to keep an eye on him." He replied, throwing Buggy your way, not caring if you already had something in your hands or not. You didn't. But you could have.

Buggy laughed winking at you as he clicked his tongue when you caught him.

"You used to get a different kind of head from- Oww !" He yelled as you dropped him.

"Oops, you slipped." You said, grabbing him back.

"It's not funny ! It's borderline abuse !"

"You've got no idea how greasy your make-up is, it's so slippery." You rolled your eyes and sighed, turning your back on your friends who watched you leave. Finally they'd have some peace.

You walked to your shared bedroom, placing him in front of you on the hammock as you sat legs crossed. An awkward silence installed itself.

"Well…" Buggy said, unsure of what to say. "You've grown since… back then."

"Not sure you keep growing at 25."

"...How old are you now ? 35 ?"

"36. You're nearly 40 now."

"And still as sexy !" He said with a wink.

You snorted at his reply, he wasn't wrong, he still looked good even now, despite being only a head.

"Yeah…"

He glanced at you, the awkwardness still lingering. So you still found him hot, huh ? Good to know.

"Why did you volunteer to keep my old mug ?" He finally asked, curiosity eating him. Clearly a part of you still resented him so why ?

"They were going to put you in the barrel, you know that, right ? I may have left but I'm not heartless."

"Why did you leave ? You can tell me now."

"I already told you times and times again. I don't like your way of pirat-"

"Yes but-"

"No, that's the only reason ! Buggy !" You cut him off. "I don't want to destroy villages and instill fear in people's eyes. Luffy is not that kind of captain. Just like Roger wasn't." You look away, trying to calm down and regain your composure. Frustration slowly leaving you.

He says nothing. A part of him still doesn't believe it's because of that you left.

"You should know better than anyone how Roger was as a captain. Luffy is the same." You add.

"And look where that got him."

You looked at him, unamused.

"You know this isn't why he died. Even you can end up there with your way of pirating."

He grimaced imagining himself on the gallow, about to be executed. Clearly something he did not wanna experience.

"Are you sure ?" He asks, looking up at you.

"Duh, yeah." You replied with a laugh, frowning. Why would he avoid the gallow ?

"No, not… that." He bit his tongue. "Why you, you know… left."

You sighed again. How many times are you going to have this conversation with him ?

"Yes. I'm sure. I didn't leave you for other reasons as you seem to so stubbornly believe."

You looked at him and exhaled slowly. Are you going to regret what you're about to say ?

"I still love you. Just like I told you when I left, I love you but I can't stand to stay with you when you make me do what I don't want to do." You say, avoiding eye contact.

Buggy stared at you with wide eyes, unable to believe his ears. You still love him ? Even after all these years ?

He wanted to smile and retort something smart to poke fun at you and say how unforgettable he is but he couldn't. He didn't have the heart to, it was too busy pounding like crazy in his chest at your words.

You still loved him.

"Does this mean I still have a chance ?"

"You destroyed a whole town and took its people hostage for your circus." You said, side-eyeing him. He smiled, an awkward toothy smile.

"So ?"

You scoffed. Were you speaking the same language right now ?

"What if I don't make you take part in it ? The raiding and pillaging thing ?"

"And make me watch as it happens ? Making me an accomplice as you destroy people's lives ? No, thank you."

"I don't… destroy their lives… I just ruin their day a bit !" He smiled and laughed, clearly believing his own words.

"And take their lives." You add, your head resting in your hand. "You know this isn't how Roger did things."

"Well, not everyone can do things his way. He was too soft anyway."

"Did you even try ?"

"Laaand oh !" You heard Usopp yell.

You huffed and stood up. You didn't need to hear his answer to know it. You left the room to retrieve the bag, leaving him in the hammock.

Buggy grimaced, this isn't how he had imagined the discussion to go.

You walked back in, bag in hands as he noticed it.

"Oh no ! Not the bag again !"

"Calm down, I'm not putting you in." You say shaking the bag to get rid of the sand. "Or maybe that's too soft of me ? I probably should put you back in, what do you think ?" You say, tilting your head.

He stared at you with wide eyes, gulping loudly.

"Sweetheart, c'mooon, you're not gonna put your favorite clown in that, right ?"

"Well. I really don't want to look like a soft pirate." You continued, walking closer.

If he had a body, he'd definitely shift in place nervously, looking at the bag as you… put it on your back, empty. He looked at you, slightly confused.

"You only like when people are being soft to you. As it suits you." You grabbed him and he said nothing, trying to make himself as small as possible although he was already quite small. He really thought you were going to put him in the bag.

You were the last one out of the ship, the others already waiting for you.

"Why not put him in the bag ?" Asked Sanji lighting a cigarette.

"I like to see who I'm talking to." You simply replied, making Buggy laugh.

But truth be told, you didn't like the idea of putting him in a bag. Yeah, you were definitely still too soft for him.

"But don't worry, if he annoys me…" You showed the bag on your back. "In he goes."

The walk to the Cocoyasi village was long, so you could continue your discussion. You walked behind everyone so they wouldn't hear you.

"Why did you ask if you had a second chance ? Did you miss me ?"

"Miss you ? Hah !" Buggy replied before being raised in the air, oh no, not the bag ! "Wait ! Wait ! Waiit ! Okaay !" You lowered him, and he grimaced. The answer was really costing him.

"Yes… I… missed you." He finally admitted, feeling his cheeks get warmer and probably redder.

Missing you was an understatement. He got really fucking distraught when you left, angry at anything and everything. Spending his days replaying your words in his head, twisting and turning them until they lost all meaning. To the point he no longer knew your exact words but an approximation who got worse and worse over time.

Hating you and himself for letting you in, trusting you and loving you. Letting you play with his heart. You didn't play with it but that's how he preferred to put it after you left.

"I thought I'd never see you again." He adds. You thought the same.

"Yeah."

"Did you… did you miss me ?" He asks, in a smaller voice.

"A bit hard to forget you with your fucking bounty posters everywhere." You chuckle. "But, yes… I missed you." You felt his neck twist in your hands as he turned around to look up at you. You could feel his pulse going faster against your skin as you speak. "Yeah I left but that doesn't mean I didn't spend my days wondering if I've done the right thing." You say, looking at him.

"I say you didn't."

You let out a short laugh.

"Maybe. But it's too late now."

"We can still try again." He said, hopeful.

"Gladly. If you stop pillaging and raiding villages."

He groaned, looking down.

"Ugh, it's always the same ! [Name] !"

"Why would I come back for why I left ?"

"Because you love me ! You said it !" Oh yeah, he was gonna milk this as much as he could.

"I do love you, but I'm working with Luffy now."

"..." He grimaces again, although his heart did a jump at your words. You love him. "What more does he have, seriously ?"

You can't help but laugh at his question, finding it entirely cliché. He laughed too, nervously.

"Happy go lucky moron who-"

"Who doesn't raid villages and doesn't kill people. You seem to always forget my entire point." You chuckle.

"That's really it ?"

"Yes, Buggy. Really. Again, I didn't leave you for other reasons. I love you with my whole fucking being but I fucking resent destroying villages or killing."

He stared at you for a moment, thinking. Really thinking.

"Well." He started loudly with fake bravado, you looked at him, bringing him to eye level with you. "Maybe… you could help me not do it." He smiled awkwardly and you frowned, not sure to understand correctly.

"Help you not destroy and kill people ?"

"Y- yeah." He smiled. You sighed.

"Buggy."

"What ! I can really try !"

"Just like how you've tried before ? How many times you told me it was the last time before doing it again ?"

"No but I can really try this time ! I was young and stupid ! I promise !"

You looked at him with tired eyes. Lowering his head, no longer on eye level. You wanted to believe him and accept that he was serious this time, but you found it really hard to do so.

"Hey ! Put me back up ! I'm serious !"

"I'm not joking around Buggy."

"Me neither ! Fuck, c'mon ! I may be a clown but I know when to be serious too !" He shifted in your hands, trying to get you to put him back face to face. So you moved him up again.

"Please… I don't- I don't wanna lose you again." He admitted with difficulty, voice going quieter at the end of his sentence. He glanced at you, trying not to avoid eye contact but each time it happened he could feel his cheeks warm up and his heart beat fasten up.

"You made a choice. It was me or pillaging. You chose-"

"I know what I chose ! It- I-" He huffed in frustration. If only he had his body ! That would help a lot. He's not sure how though. "But I love you." He added, much more quietly through gritted teeth. "Please ?" He smiled awkwardly again, waiting for an answer.

You looked at him, you didn't expect him to say it out loud. You panicked. Totally. You raised him above your head and let him fall in the bag, before closing it and running to Sanji.

"Whoa ! Whoa ! Whoa ! What did I say ? [Name] ?! Hey !" Buggy yelled.

"You keep him now."

"What ?" Sanji asked, surprised.

"New guy keeps the clown head." You patted his back and walked forward, joining Luffy. You could hear Buggy call you.

"Oh my god, shut it." Said Sanji, already annoyed.

You continued walking and soon reached Cocoyasi village, walking by its partially destroyed houses you arrived in front of a group with all the villagers. Nami was there too, the tension was palpable and even more so between her and a blue haired girl.

And after a small talk with Nami that went… not very well, you talked to the man with scars on his face, sending you out of the village, by the edge of the tangerine grove. So here you were, walking again.

"I think I got more of a boat body than a long-journey-on-foot kind of body." You heard Usopp say. "Anybody else missing the ocean ? No ? Okayy."

You grabbed back the bag from Sanji's before walking a bit far behind them. You opened it and whispers yelled.

"What the fuck ?!"

"[Name] ! Finally !" Buggy blinked as the light hit his eyes again, smiling broadly.

"But I love you." You said through gritted teeth, trying to mimic him as he spoke earlier.

"Huh ? Ohhh ! What ? Did that get your little heart jumpy ? Is that why you put me in the bag ? Because I said I love you and you couldn't take it ?"

You closed the bag as he yelled at you to re-open it, throwing it on your back.

"[Name], come ooon ! It's true !" He laughed. "I'm gonna think I deal with my emotions better than you do ! Gyahahahah !"

"Shut up !"

"What ? But it's true ! I loved you and I still do. Do you think I promise to stop pillaging for everyone ?"

"No. That's why you didn't stop when I asked you."

"Come ooon that was a mistake ! I did one by continuing, you did one by leaving ! Right ?!" He laughed again.

You rolled your eyes, not answering.

"C'mon ! We're grown ups now ! We can try again ! I'm serious !"

"I can't just leave Luffy like that."

"...You're right. The guy seems stubborn. Leave him a note and follow me when I get my body back !"

"Not sure a note will be enough. You've heard how many times Nami said 'No, go away' ?"

"Make it heartfelt ? And it's not as if you'll write where to find you. He won't know where to look !"

You said nothing, continuing walking until you finally reached a house.

Despite a rocky start with Nojiko you ended up sharing a meal together. She told you about what happened with Nami when they were young kids, how they lost their mother and how Nami joined Arlong.

"Wait. Nami's working for the pirate that killed your mother ?" Asked Usopp, in disbelief.

Luffy stood up and quickly, Zoro followed him. Both going outside.

Time passed and after what felt like hours for Buggy, he was finally out of the bag, placed on the table in front of Usopp, working on his smoke bombs.

"Smoke ? That's rich." Buggy chuckled. "Makes me think of how long it's been since I've had any smoked fish." He said, swallowing thickly. "Maybe if you guys had some extra ?" He looked at Sanji who didn't budge. "Please ?"

You sighed, standing up.

"Ah, screw you guys ! Arlo-"

"Oh shut up ! Give me the time to get your fucking food !" You cut him off, annoyed by his yelling. He stared at you, slightly startled by your outburst.

"Sanji, do we have any leftovers ?"

"[Name]-"

"I'm not asking for opinions, yes, no." You said with a sigh.

"Here." He finally said, after some hesitation. "Whatever it is you have with [Name], clown, you better watch your toes."

"I would if I had any." He replied with a smug expression.

"I can still spit in your plate." You said, side-eyeing him and he grimaced. "Thanks, Sanji." You grabbed some of the leftovers and walked back toward the table, taking the fork in your hand.

Buggy looked at you, then at the food. He could already taste it in his mouth, salivating in advance. He quickly licked his lips as you approached the fork, feeding him.

"So what do you say ? Do we have a deal ?" He asks quietly, eyeing Usopp who's too focused on his smoke bombs to listen.

"We don't have a deal. Open." You say and he does as asked, opening his mouth wide.

Fuck. He really thought you would agree and come back with him. He can't help but feel disappointed, sighing sadly, his heart beating heavily in his chest.

"I don't wanna get stuck again. Doing things I hate." You add and he looks at you.

"You won't. I promise you." He says and this time he seems sincere. "I told you earlier. I don't wanna lose you again."

You said nothing, focusing on feeding him.

"I can't promise it'll be easy." He stops to chew. "Old habits die hard, after all. But for you I'll really try. That's why I need your help."

You hummed, thinking. Should you really go with him ?

Bonus :

"Yes ! Yes, oh !" Buggy hugged himself, turning around as if to check his entire body. "Oh it's so much better than I even remembered."

Then he noticed you, Zoro and Sanji staring at him.

"Hey, so, um… I'm gonna get out of here." He said, raising his two middle fingers up before bolting away.

"Hey !" Zoro called.

"Sorry, kiddos. I'd love to make things right but it's time to exit stage left. [Name], it's now or never." He replied, waiting for your reaction.

Will you give him another chance and go with him ? Or are you done and ready to let him go ?

step dad shanks

PEAKTOBER /KINKTOBER WEEK ONE PT.2

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by very popular demand literally half my inbox

shanks x reader

warnings : stepcest, dark content, mdni , reader used like a cum dump, getting caught

shanks was just so messy today. normally he would care about the possibly of his crew mates finding the two of you , but today he did not care . its not like they’d know it was you ,his step son moaning behind his door covered in a pool of his cum. All they probably know is that it’s just another local that he picked up before the depart the island.

he loves the sound of both of your skin slapping together as he pulled up the skirt that he had forced you to wear previously. that’s really only what you are allowed to wear when it is just you and him, short skirts to where he can easily bend you over the bed without the restriction of any other clothing and he can just easily flip it up and go about his buisness.

“so whiny today baby i thought you didn’t want to be caught?” he teased in your ear as your face was buried moaning loudly as he drove himself deeper inside of you.

“you didn’t listen when i said slow down i feel so sticky ~” you whined as he rolled your hips into his and yanked your hair back causing you to moan in both pain and pleasure at the contact.

“its not like they’d know its you, you moan like a girl anyways~”

“someones gonna come in” you whispered as he bent down to kiss your neck ignoring the door knob turn. “sir- please-“

“uh uh it’s daddy~” shanks teased as he sucked to make sure a hickey would be in place.

“jesus christ if you are going to fuck at least invite me next time” bens voice interrupted as shanks smiled against your neck

Roronoa Zoro - Eat me.

Warning : blood, slight nsfw

Genre : smut-ish

Synopsis : “part two of siren!reader where reader tries to eat him again.” - @thewhitewolfmarvel / @diegojeanne

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : Part ONE

Zoro was asleep in his hammock. It was Sanji's turn to keep watch during the night, but he was asleep too, thanks to you. You made sure to sing loudly so everyone would be asleep. You even asked some of your friends to help you, to really put the nail in the coffin.

You sneaked once more into their ship, water pooling at your feet before walking past the blonde man. You had no interest in him. His body reeked of cigarettes, overtaking the nice smell he could've had.

You tiptoed your way into the shared bedroom and quickly spotted the green haired man, snoring loudly. Yeah. He was well asleep this time.

You swiftly jumped on his hammock, sitting on him. Zoro shifted a bit but didn't open his eyes, your friends still singing. Your wet and cold hands roamed over his body, under his clothes. Oh, there was a still fresh wound from his chest to his belly.

You smiled, licking your lips as you pulled his shirt up, your index stroking his scar. Then you let your nails dig in, reopening the wound as blood slightly pooled by your fingers. Zoro winced, moving a bit with a groan, obviously trying to wake up, but the melody was stronger, pulling him back into a peaceful sleep.

Leaning down, your tongue traveled on his warm and tanned skin, collecting the blood that was seeping through. It tasted delicious, just like you had imagined it to.

Then silence.

Your friends had left. You quickly looked around, seeing his two other companions still deep asleep, and you went back to what you were doing. Biting harshly on his chest, under his left boob, sharp teeth drawing flesh and blood.

Zoro woke up quickly with a gasp, grimacing at the pain. He fucking woke up again !? At least you had managed to get a bite. You stared at him, panicking, singing with your prettiest voice, but before you could get the first note out, his hand was on your mouth.

“What the fuck ?” The man said. “What did you do ?” He looked down, pulling his shirt back up to see his scar bleeding again and a stinging bite mark by his chest.

Then, not knowing what to do, you licked his palm, the strong taste of his skin overtaking everything. Zoro blinked, shocked. He remembered you. You were the man who tried to kiss him the other night ! He blushed.

“What are you doing ?” He asked quietly, not wanting to wake the others up, even though parts of him screamed at him to.

You nibbled at his fingers, pointy teeth tickling his skin before you grabbed his hand, pushing it down to your chest, making him feel how quickly your heart was beating. He squeezed it, his thumb stroking over your nipple.

“I wanna eat you.” You say, leaning closer, your breath fanning over his ear.

“W-what ?” Is all Zoro could say, blushing harder. Eat him ?

You nodded, your hands caressing him, ripping his shirt open as you leaned closer, licking his scar once more, your raspy tongue lapping at the dried blood.

“Can I eat you ?” Your tongue glided from his belly to his chest. “You taste delicious.” You whispered against his skin with your hot breath.

You nibbled at his collarbone, and as he wrapped one arm around you, you bit sharply, your teeth touching the bone, drawing a loud gasp out of him. You could break that bone so so easily.

Like a cat crunching on a bird.

Zoro winced at the pain as you continued to nibble at the hole you were digging. He gritted his teeth to not make a sound, but god damn did it hurt.

You began to grind on him, your clothed ass moving against his slowly growing bulge. He didn't know why it was turning him on. It was painful and uncomfortable, and worse of all, you had re-opened his biggest wound on his chest.

But as you grinded on him, so teasingly slowly, Zoro couldn't bring himself to push you away, as waves of pleasure came through, one after the other while your teeth dug into him, ripping flesh and skin. He had nearly lost his thumb, having to argue with you he still needed it to let you eat it entirely.

But you did kiss him, smearing blood on his face as you bit his lower lip a bit too sharply, making him bleed.

He had tried to give you a taste of your own medicine, but his biting only fueled yours more, drawing blood each time your teeth sunk in his flesh. Chewing on his shoulder, you could feel the muscles move under your tongue as he wrapped his second arm around you. Caging you in.

Your nails dug in his skin as well, thin red lines forming on his chest before you began fondling his tits. You moved your head down to his boobs, almost ripping his nipples off with how hard you were sucking on them, as if that's what you were trying to do.

Even his thighs didn't remain intact as he had to stop you from biting his cock off. While your teeth where in his thighs, your cold hands worked his dick, slowly pushing him over the edge before licking him clean with your stinging tongue.

You continued like this all night long, eating small parts of him as you sucked him dry of blood and cum. As the morning came, you swiftly glided out of his grasp and jumped back into the water.

“What's all these bite marks over your body ?” Asked Nami when Zoro walked out a few hours later. “So much blood, did you fight someone ?”

“I don't know, must've been biten…”

“What ?” Nami looked at him, confused. “They're obviously not from mosquitoes. Did Luffy mistook you for his food ?”

“No, not really.”