Blowing Sand

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One piece Writings

Smoker

Crocodile

Mihawk

Buggy

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Writings include poems, fics, headcanos, and what I think cool.

Only for +18, can contain sensitive content.

Still learning how to decorate posts, so the aesthetic can change with time.

Most of the writings will be as Male readers, can ask for others.

SanjixReader

AFAB reader

Nsfw

I tried to make it the sweetest possible

Hand job & penetrative sex. Unprotected sex

Song fic

Sub Sanji

Forced to say the truth

(English isn't my first language, so any grammar mistakes just say, and I'll correct)

Prasing Buggy

Buggy x reader

Gn reader

Psychological violence

Emotional

Angst

Cabaji x reader

Blood and explicit content

The more time passes, the more you feel helpless in the captains chambers. The air of desolation was almost breatble.

The clown lights a cigarette and offers to you after he takes a deap puff. He blows the smoke looking to you. "No?" He asks, you just denies with the head. "You don't smoke?"

"Just not in the mood." You say and try to change the subject. "I heard lots about you, good things, of course."

"Of course..." The clown captain lick his teeth. "What they say about me?"

"A merciless pirate from the east blue, one of most... the most feared of all pirates, a power to be recognised." You analize him searching for some positive reaction, but you got none. "That you have the most dangerous and trickery of all the fruits... and someone to be taken with care because there is so much more potential, a potential that just a few can see."

"Keep."

He was falling for your praise. His eyes shine with some werid glow. You even wonder what was on his mind, but knowing his personality, you know your tactics were doing the right job. The clown started to smile at some point.

"Last time I was in a marine base to take some berries, I heard a talk about you. The commander was discussing a 30 million bontry to your head. But they were afraid to lose the soldiers, the foolish mariners that decided come after you."

Buggy takes another puff and lets the half-smoked cigarette in a pile of wanted posters. "Then you decided to come after me?"

"No. Of course not. Was in this very moment I understand your potential. It would be suicide come after you. I'm not that fool."

Your story was true, except the last part, you decided to come after him and the rising bountry. But it was a good way to cath the clowns attention . He fell again to your praises.

"So, tell me." The clown comes closer, looking deep in your eyes, that look that could kill. "Why there is no bouty hunter after me, if this store are actually true?".

You feel the blade in your back, sharp and ready to cut you deep right in the lungs. You gave another look to Buggy. His other hand goes as well, probably holding some pistol waiting for the right second to shoot.

Then you take a long breath and think about a good answer, a real answer, that one he could confirm with his subordinates.

"The big hunters travel to the grand line. The ones who remain here are just small fishes. They would not risk their life's in that way for a bountry that is not that high, as they do in the grand line..." You take a minute. "or in the new world. "

The knife picks harder in your back. "You know about the new world?" He asks.

"I was born there."

"And do you want to go back?"

"Of course. But for that, I need to join a strong crew."

Buggy approx more, he reached your lips with one of his fingers, you know where is the second hand now. "And, you think about mine?"

"Yes."

"You're lying to me... Young..." You feel death aproxes you, the iron forcing your spine. "With all other ships around here, ones that have come from that seas, you think about me?"

"You come from there." The answer was fast. "You born in the grand line. I know it."

You were going to add something about 'freaks like him being born in the grand line', but at this moment, you understand. There was something more than trying to keep yourself alive. There was some feeling.

"And I know..." You think carefully. "Something calls you back, maybe some great treasure?"

"Yes, maybe." The captain was liking your words. Maybe he got something with treasures.

"So. That's why I'm here. That sea also calls me! There is nothing left to me here."

"I feel you. Young." You feel Buggy hand in your face, tracing gentle your features, almost lovely.

The captain's hand examined you, teeth, hair, if you didn't have any hidden gun. Lucky you never hide any, all of them every time in sight as advice to violent pirates.

With eyes close, you make a silent pray to be acept in the crew.

And you were.

"Wellcome to your new home, young. I hope you find yourself well among the crew." The clown smiles in a diabolical way. As a criminal, he is, you know that in the second you drop your guard, you're dead. But by now, you'll play by his rules.

I take longer than I expected to write this part. It should be a bit bigger. The college is killing me 🥲🥲.

Buggy x reader/Cabaji x reader

Maybe some meanage?

Some angst

Some sweet smut in the next chapters

Violence, pirates being pirates

Bountry hunter x captain

Emotional

Minors DNI

Then, there's you, lurking quiet in the dark, waiting for your prey to leave its hide.

Buggy was not the stupid kind as sometimes you thought. He felt your presence and took all care not to be caught. You slipped through boxes and barrels to have a good view of your prey. He was just a few metres far, sitting on his wooden trone that was just a bigger chair. You had no idea how to approx him with so many pirates around.

As a bountry hunter, you could have been thinking about a plan before. Everyone in east blue knew that he didn't spend so much time alone, also, you were not sure the green hair man was going to leave him alone even during the bath. A better plan was needed.

Some wind blows in your face, you hide yourself in some pile of fabrics, then find a scape route to the backstage. There was a sweet sent in the air. The perfume was coming from an alone chamber hidden in the dark, was the last and bigger one, a sad aura surrounded everything, you look around and ask yourself; "Why I feel that sensation here, its almost desolation." There were some big clothes in the ground, burned matches, but there were no candles to be lighted. Same the sheets, all messy and the pillows wet. Some knives are stuck in the wooden bed, the same as in any of the wooden furniture.

You breathe heavily and begin your search. Some wanted posters fixed near the mirror, some Buggy posters, and some of his pirates, exposed with pride. But there is one that repeats multiple times, red hair Shanks.

Some more searches around, and then you knew, that was the captain room. The insanely amount of makeup and an open diary. You read the first line. "Today, a boy liked my number. I feel happy." You rolled your eyes and read a bit more.

"The boy remembered me of my young self, full of dreams about beeing a pirate, he will never dream about that, but he still dreams about something. I wonder what it is.

After the show ends, I offer him some candy, but his mom drag him away before he could take the candy. Why can't they appreciate an artist?

Cabaji came to take me inside. He said that not everyone could find beauty in the small things of life. Sometimes, I think if I could find that beauty."

You stopped when a cold blade touching you neck with a slight pressure. The man that comes from behind takes the diary back. "Who are you and what are doing here?" He ask.

"I'm a..." You stop to think.

"Tell quick, or this sword will turn red that neck of yours." He puts some more pressure against your throat. His whisper direct on your ear makes a shiver pass through your spine. "If you love this throat, will speak, now."

"I'm a bountry hunter. " You admit. "I'm here to... offer my services to the captain."

You search fast in the posters for some special.

"And what a bountry hunter are doing here?"

"I come to offer my services."

"In camptain private chambers? Do you know what it looks like?" He walks around you, stopping right in front of you, eye to eye, and that sword pressing your throat. "Looks like you come here to take captain's head."

That was your plan, yes.

"No, I came to captain to offer the head of another man." You force a smile. "I know he will like my proposal."

The dark-haired man smiled and laughed. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Maybe"

Cabaji forces his blade depper, making yor neck bleed. You stepped back, the blood runs down to your chest. The pirate was talking serious about his intentions of taking your life.

You rush to take the red-haired's poster. "I have this man in my hands. Tell your captain, Buggy, I can bring him this man's head."

The pirate looks the poster and to you again. "Fine." He took you by the hair and drags to the main tent.

Cabaji put you in your knees in front of Buggy and the rest of the crew.

You feel the eyes upon you, and then some whispers about your presence were audible. Cabaji looks cold upon you, meanwhile holding your head down. And most importantly, you can feel Buggys eyes. It's the first time your prey looks like the predator. For the first time, you feel fear, that man will not be mercifull.

"Speak." The captain order.

"I found this one hiding in your chambers. This bountry hunter claims to be able to bring you Shanks head." The swordsman spit in his words.

"You?" The clown asks. "You're capable of?" He just laughed, followed by the crew.

"Nonsense." One pirate says, covering his mouth with a hand.

Everyone stops laughing and turns the eyes to the blue clown. He was serious looking at that pirate. His eyes could cut his flesh. Even the temperature lows, and then the captain opens his mouth. "What did you just said? Nose?"

"No... I said nonsense..."

"And mocks! You." He gets close to the man speaking, taking the pistol resting in his belt.

"Cap' please, I was not... it was not my intention..."

The crew member tries to explain without any success. He ends shot in the chest as punishment, in front of all the crew.

Mental note, the clown does not have a good hearing.

"You, take that body away from me." The captain order, two other pirates drag the body away, another one takes the still smokey pistol to replace to a new. "And backing to you." He touches your chin with his point shoes. "You can really bring me the head of that pirate?"

"Of course I can"

"Then why don't you offer it to the marines?"

"Because I know you can pay more." You try to lift your head, Cabaji alow a bit, but leting clear who is in charge. "I see your influence, growing fast, has talent. Who better? Even to be a pirate lord."

You miss the words.

"And why I'm still not one?"

"Maybe you need a small help to take away one small burden?"

You pray for your scaping plan works. And it works. Buggy smiles. "I liked you."

Cabaji allows you to stand. Now you can have the real dimension of how tall the man you were hunting was. A heavy breath gets stuck in your throat.

"I'll take care of you later, now wait for me in my place." Buggy makes a sign with the hand to Cabaji to take you away. He had more things to do now.

But you are happy to live another day.

Continues.

I'm trying to improve writing and experience about community tastes in fics. So if you have some suggestions, please tell me, I'm open to (literal) everything. Also, specific personal fics.

Smoker x GNreader

Cockwarming

Teaching you how to smoke

Bad language, jerking, heavy smoking

Pirate caught.

Heavy emotional, angst.

No minors allowed.

Some cigar smell ever comes from that door near your ceel. You wonder who was able to produce that much smoke unstoppable, even hating the smell it was useful to remember you that you're still alive in this world.

But for how long? A tear drop from your left eye. You never could even imagine your days would end like this, alone, without your crew and even worse, without your ale. Even the slight thought of ending alone scared you. "At least it will not least forever," you say to yourself. "It will end today." You smile in anxiety to feel some breeze again.

Not that your sentence has come to an end, but that your sentence had come.

That was it, your last day. "And if I had done different?" You asked yourself. "It would end the same way." And that was fine, those who go to sea must know, better be kind, you don't know who is stronger or even crazier. You found a crazy one.

During an attack to a village, you and your crew got trapped and dragged to the marine ships to be trowed and forgotten in some random prison. But you got some special offer from the admiral who got you; "Become a mariner and handle us other pirates. Your crew will live if you accept." You denied it, so you received the max sentence.

Then here you are, chained at the marine ship basement without help, wondering what could be done to your old crew.

The smoke smell got intense, somebody was walking in your direction. "So, you are that toph pirate they take trying to sneak in our facilities?"

"No." You answer. "I was the one take after break in your... I don't know how to call that old shack, facility? Steal your guns and nake a party in the poor village. " You give him a smile.

"I'll take this as an affirmative." The mariner comes closer that the moonlight could light him. You saw that he was smoking two cigars at one. He sits in his knees to be at your tall. "Tell me, pirate. What was your idea doing that?" You look aside and to him again. "Answer me!"

"Nothing that great, just eat, drink, and party a lot. You see, my crew has some will to empty tal balls from time to time. I think you understand it."

"That was all?"

"Of course not. We also got some good money and merchandise." That last part was a lie, but you wanted to see how mad you could drive him.

And you get it. He loses it, hits you, takes his weapon, then presses it against your neck, making you gasp. But not enough to lose your cool.

"So that is how you follow orders? Captain." You mock him.

"I'm not a captain, and I'm not following orders your dirt pirate."

"Wow, that hurts, I have a name."

"I don't care."

You pretend to be annoyed and soon back to your normal expression. "So, you don't want to know what we did to the mariners on that island?"

"No, now you're under my supervision, which means you'll do nothing more to any mariner or civilian."

You decide to make him lose his cool even more. "As a marine, you know one of your superiors come here and offers me to ignore all I did in exchange to some low risk pirates?"

"I don't believe in it."

"But it's true. That adorable village was hiding pirates, me included. I don't know why, we don't even pay them for the meat or the ale. But they prefer us." You laughed in his face. "Then this new captain appeared. We got so much fun destroying everything. Then we feast with people."

"That's a lie!" He screams, taking you by the hair. "Say that's a lie, your dirty, filthy pirate." The official trows your head against the wooden walls of the ship.

"No, Smokey." You gasped. "This is true. And now I'll ask you something..."

"Shut up. A don't want to hear nothing."

"Why normal citizens prefer us, cruel, dirty pirates than you marines?" You ask, slowly tasking each word.

"I ask the same question. " Smoker looks sad now.

"Then think. By your own." He hits you again.

"That way, I'll die before you kill me, marine." You mock again. But he doesn't hear you. He sits beside you with the head between his legs. "Wait, are you really sad?"

"Don't annoy me. You're going to die anyway soon." He spit. You just look at him.

"You're way too emotional for a marine, aren't you?"

He doesn't answer. Just take a puff to his cigars till it ends in complete silence. You had touched a nerve in him and didn't know what to do next. Your plan was just to make fun of that well-known mariner. But now, he defeated was pathetic to watch.

"Give me one cigar." You ask.

"You at least know how to smoke one of those?"

"No. My first time, my mouth is still a virgin." You laughed.

Smoker put one of his cigars in your mouth. You struggle to give it your first puff, then chough several times.

"You breathed." He says. "Let's try again." After taking the cigar from the ground, ge puts in your mouth again this time, holding it to not fall again. "Suck it, hold, then blow."

You suck and hold for a little.

"Now blow." He commanded, and you did, the smoke burn you throat. "That's better."

"I'm feeling a little better now. " You suck and hold again.

"Even knowing what will happen when we arrive?"

"Yes, after all, I offended an admiral. I got my fun."

You two keep the silence for some time. Only the smoke dancing in the moonlight.

"I give you a cigar. Now I want a favour. " Smoker looked to you.

"Say." Suck and blow quick.

"You'll sit on my dick."

You gasp and laugh. "What? Why?"

"I gave you a cigar. Now I want something in exchange. "

"And... how will I sit on it? I'm trapped. "

"Not by that." Smoker free your hands, but let the sea prism chain in your feet to be sure you'll not escape him. "Now be a good pirate and help me with that." He opened his pants and shows you his intimacy.

"Prety big hum." You look down imagining if it will fit well. "Will I suck it first?"

"Yes, you will."

You bend your head and take in with the mouth. The salty taste was bad, but you could take it for some minutes. Your saliva runs all the length, making it hot, really hot. Sucking you feel it getting big in your mouth and pulsing. His cock was getting bigger than you could afford in your mouth. Even trying to let go, Smoker hold your head, making your scape impossible.

"No, suck it all, suck good."

You try to breathe, but you couldn't. Even his balls smell as cigar and coffee. You try not to think about that and back to your job sucking the hardest your mouth can, making some werid noises. The mariner doesn't do any sound. You help with your hand. It's too big now to be in your mouth.

He let you breathe. "You're doing good." He says, then force your mouth again against his balls. You suck again doing an admirable blowjob, till he gets hard and wet enough.

"Now you'll sit in me." He holds you hard and lift your hips, riping your pants and forcing his cock inside you.

You scream but had nothing you can do by now. He doesn't move or say anything for a long time, just holding you hard to not be able to escape from his grip.

You was almost sleeping by now. "What's that?" You ask trying to mainten a low voice.

"Cockwarming. " He answered, lighting the seventh cigar. The smoke was visible, dancing withe in the dark. "It's calming."

"It's a revenge for me mocking you?"

"Maybe. But you should not care anymore with that. Not now we are almost there." He gives a small moan, your ass start to contracts around his member.

"Now, I'm starting to be afraid."

"Why?"

"Maybe if I had accepted the deal when I had the chance, my man would be alive by now, and I could be sailing away." You cry

He offers you a cigar, you accept.

"Take a slow breath and let it go with your worries. If you're going to die today, make it with dignity. "

You blow smoke in the air and lay down against the marine chest, then puff the cigar again, having some cough.

"I don't want to die yet."

He moves a bit, making your ass contract even more around him. You groans.

"I see." He also puff some circles of smoke. "Maybe if you accept the offer, they let you go."

"I don't see it happening." You say meanwhile blow more smoke.

He embraces you softly.

"After all, I can understand the people from that village. They don't see us as justice but as his oppressors.

"I know. I was born in that village, after all. "

"That's new."

"I couldn't ever do something bad to them."

This time, you moved a bit your hips to fit better in the marines cock.

You two just smoke and talk in this sweet darkness till arive.

Some officers came to take to your last walk, and they saw that scene. "Comander Smoker are getting some fun with the prisoner." He laughed.

You get up and look deep into the officer eyes.

"Have you decided?"

You look trought the small window, feel that dark and smelly air, maybe for the last time and says calmly.

"Yes, I've decided. "

Smoker was proud.

Sweet angst, Smoker beeing cute with that specific kind of pirate.

Crocodile x GNreader

NSFW, anal, cock sucking, Crocodile beeing possessive (and a mafia man)

Angst and some smut

Ex-marine reader

Minors get out

The air blows warm in the desert island you are living now. As an ex-mariner, you preferred the sea but was disposed to adapt to this new environment. Time sometimes is funny, can change so much of someone in small time. That happened to you.

You made your best to keep your soul as a mariner, your little secret, and you know, Crocodile are not the mercifull kind. You know you're doomed now that he finds out.

You are bounded in a chair in his office without chance of scape, that trap was made for fruit users, and you're way below that. Just a random ex-mariner taken from a destroyed ship found not far from his territory. You started to work to pay the rescue he orovides, but as time passes, it becomes pleasurable, pay games, and gamble with guests, winning every time, of course. Then it happens.

You got many wins that day, you were prepared for your last job of the day, your final win to your new boss. You deep breath, take a shot of your drink, a courtesy from crocodile together with that cigar box and chocolate bars, and get done. The man who sits in front of you all hurt and hungry was one of your ex comrades, from the G-7 you leave that months ago. What could possibly had happen with him? You didn't know. He was almost crying when he put all he had over the table and said, "Everything on the withe." You looked sad to him and said, "The black, please."

The croupier toss the small sphere, you very carefully made if stop on the withe. A very small betrayal that nobody could even notice, your ex-comrade got exited and gambled all again.

"It's not better give up when you still can?" You ask carefully.

"Not when I'm in this luck."

"You win just one time."

You try to talk with him, clearly he doesn't recognise you with the new costume.

"But I'll win again. Withe again. "

"Black." You asked.

This time, you didn't stop the wheel and the glass ball stop in the black. He loses all, you was not try your luck that far with the warlord.

"You lost."

The security comes to escourt him out. You take the gains and take the elevator to the high flat where your boss waits for you. He was not happy.

You could see it deep in his eyes, the fire of anger.

Then where you are, tied up all naked in the chair proper made for powerfull foes. You feet chained together and a pice of dirty fabric in your mouth.

"I thought you could be diferentes, little one."

You also thought it could end differently. Maybe you start liking him. Maybe your commander comes to rescue you from that warlord. Maybe even you flee and go back to your people. But time is not mercifull, same as Crocodile.

"I also thought you could be a good man." You breathed, looking into his eyes.

Even in this situation, you would never low your head. You see your end coming fast.

"What do you mean with 'good man', little one?" He pretends to be sad and opens a big and scary smile in sequence.

That man is definitely a devil.

"I mean what I mean, a good man, with moral and principles." Your voice is very low.

"I have principles and moral, unfortunately it seems to be different from yours."

The warlord sits in front of you in his favourite leather couch. He begins to clean his heavy hook, you knew, it's going to be used in you.

"What could I say?" He continues, "we come from very different realities. How could you even understand the outside world without seeing it close?" Crocodile mocks you a bit.

You had sailed all the seas. How could you have not seen the world?

"I have seen it!" You spit

"But you don't understand how it works." His voice keeps a low tone. He touches your face, then lifts your chin with his hook. "Your innocence is so adorable, little one. Makes me hard. "

A shiver pass trought your body.

"So adorable..." He changes his voice to almost a whisper. "You know what happens now, I suppose."

"You kill me."

"Yes, but I'm thinking of another thing to do with you. You see, I gave you everything, and you spit on it when you helped that mariner. I could forgive your small subtractions of my booty, but that betrayal not."

"And how will it be?" You look him with high head. "Will impale we whit that hook? Take all my water? Trow me to the crocodiles?"

"No... as I said, I have something better to do with that so small body of yours..."

So that's it.

"A deal?"

"A deal, little one." He sustain that devilish smile. "You'll pay all you take from me with a different kind of work, also, will offer me the head of that friend you helped today. Then I'll let you live.

"You want me to betray another marine."

"It's not betrayal if you're not a marine anymore." He assures you.

"Then use and kill me. I still have something of dignity."

"Then shall it be." The warlord rip the rope with his hook and grab you by the neck, letting your faces close. You definitely are not small, but near Crocodile, it seems more like a child waiting for your punishment for braking a window.

You gasped under his grip and definitely let a small cream come when smashed and bend in his desk. "I'll give you a good lesson. Small brat."

He leaves his hook in your scruff, and then you can't move, with his hand, open his pants leting his cock exposed, forcing against your clothed ass.

You understand what was about to happen and were unable to do anything. You feel that hook striping your shirt, then you find he pressioning that hook behind you, between your legs, then riping tour pants as well. Without warning or preparation he stuck that enormous penis inside your ass. You scream, he enjoyed your voice in pain.

"That's what I was talking about, little brat." He forces even deeper. Hold your waist with his hand and let the hook around your neck. "Just a small lesson from your 'commander', enjoy."

His moves become violent, hiting hard and making you hit the wooden desk, hard enough to let a mark.

His hook started hurting your neck. "P..please, that hurts." You try to moan.

"Should had thinked better before betraying me."

"It really hurts, my neck..."

"Don't worry. Soon, it all will end." Crocodile laughed. "My poor little one, could not see that coming."

You almost could not breathe anymore. His cock inside you and that pice of old in your throat were not helping. He takes it all from your inside and stuck again, making all the way through, base to top and again. After a moment of you groaning slangs, he just takes your hair and throws you to the ground.

You hit your head and moxie, and he walks to you.

"Here, my new favourite." He stepped in your head. "Will you give me that pleasure? Suck it dry."

You got in your knees and start your blowjob, ever with Crocodile's hook in your throat risking to cut it open. You stopped to breathe, the hook cut a small portion of your neck, you understand the threat and back into sucking his length harder with no stop.

He cums into your mouth. "Take it." He order. You swallow, salty as sea water. "That was not that bad, was it, little one?"

"No." You answer quickly, better not make him angry again.

You stand and walk to the couch slowly. When you sit, he offers you a wheskey glass full of water. You accept and drink fast.

None of you say even a word for a long time.

The silence is one broken when the door opens, showing Mr.1 with a large sack, putting it on the desk, and leaving without a word.

"Seems your present arives, little one." Crocodile takes the sack and gives it to you, then sit beside you rubing his cock waiting for your reaction.

Inside was the head of that marine that you know, his face in fear and surprise. "I order Mr.1 say it was your courtesy."

You was in shock. How he could?

"Why?" You ask.

"It all was caused by you. Then killing him was in dead your courtesy."

"I didn't mean that... I was just trying to... to..."

"Shut up and kiss him."

You close your eyes and bring the head close, but you just couldn't. That was just to horrible to you. The warlord take your chin and kiss you softly. "I like you." He says. "Really like you. I'm offering you a chance to keep by my side. Leave that marine past behind and become mine."

You don't knew what to do. Just fell in your knees at ground.

"Think till tomorrow. " The warlord says then let you alone in the dark room, with that head and the sight of the crocodiles wondering if you could be the next meal.

If you decide to join him, could you like him?

Only time could know.

You can decide how it ends.

Mihawk x reader

Firearms x swords

Blood, bad language, heavy (?) intimacy, gore.

Dead dove

Maybe some NSFW

Minors,pls, get out.

Male reader. (You can see as gn also)

Continuation of Blood roses 🌹

You breathe fresh air from morning after being attacked, you find problems to sail far from your destroyed ship to search for help. As soon as you put your feet in the sand, you notice the presence.

He is here, hawk eyes are here.

You gasp and look around, a fine island with a castle and many.... ghosts around here, not the spirits or the souls, but all memories and desires that people leave behind when dies. After some walk, you were close to some ruins, nothing new to you, calm, cold, some echoes from the past, and you were alone, not a single alive person nearby. That makes you comfortable in a certain way, at least no enemy, and there was some medicine around ruins and many herbs and roots you could find some use to.

You walked more into the forest, marking some trees and breaking some branches to show you the way back. The echoes were clear; a father talks to her daughter, "and the yellow root, Camblia facinallis, are poisonous, but within 3 grams boiled in salted water can remove the toxins and become an exceptional tea for headaches." The voices fade away. You took some root with you and pass from the next tree You heard the voices, and then your the next one, soon you had enough for your crew to sail safe to some island with a doctor.

You took some time in your walk. Back to the ruins to collect the non perecible med kit, you also found some ammunition, perfect for your guns. "Why not take a rest now? The crazy swordsman must be in the castle at this hour. It's almost night." Also, some stupid idea, "I wanna relax now," you think,"will be shooting those bad fruits. " Soon, you'll realise how bad that mistake was.

After putting all the apples and lemons in a line, you start to draw and shoot the fruits. The ammunition was as new. You were happy, and you lost nothing of your potential, perfect aim, and control of the trigger. "Thanks, I know I'm good." You laughed and wave to the imaginary audience. "Maybe I should show more." You trow several oranges up and shot all at one. One bullet did all the service. That's the one thing you're good for, using guns, don't matter which, if it's blades or pistols, you were born for that.

Were... you were the best, but lose in swords to a man, and never has the courage to touch a sword to fight again. Tears rolled in your " What if someone beats me in shooting? Well, I guess I die then." Maybe it was time to make it. You draw the sword and point to some poor watermelon, you cut in four easily, then cut again each piece in four again.

What should be your next oponente? That pike of tomatoes, each one cut in half in less time than never. Next, the pears, then more oranges and mellons. You feel free.

Free, really free. "So it's it, what you spirits and the man sitting in that stone think about my show?" You stop and analyse every word you just said. What? You look back and lose your breath and colours.

"It was impressive, I must admit. But against a real oponente, what can you do?" He takes his blade on hands. "It seems you think about our last conversation, the one about honour in the battlefield. "

You hold your sword with the dominant hard and draw the pistol with the other. "I think I don't learn nothing. You're strong, ha, more than anyone in the seas, then where is the honour fighting with us? You know it, don't you? You know you can't lose."

"Intersting observation. But I don't see where the fighting fair is not honourable." He prepares Yoru.

"It's just a hunting game for you, not a duel. Moron." You point your pistol to his chest. "Come and I'll hunt you this time."

"Let's see then."

You shot first, and then he attacked. Hawkeyes send your bullet back, the one you cut easily, but let your chest open to his second hit. You jump back and find the higher ground in some rocks, then try to create a solid plan.

"You are not bad. If at least fight fair." He mocks

"Say the Spanish pimp with a sword bigger than him to none approach you." You mock back and see his expression become harder.

"It's only my strategy to win." He give it back

"And guns are mine!" You shoot him twice.

He just stepped aside and blocked the projectiles as it was nothing. Then, let the left leg free to be cut open. You find that weak point, reload your gun with three more bullets and jump to him cutting high, he defend, and you give several high and low onslaught, two high and one low. So he put you to defend and start his sequence.

So you back to attack when you shot in his eye, and Mihawk needed to defend that haki bullet. You keep your sequence two high to one low.

Except for the last line, one high and two down, the subit change took the swordsman unprepared. He loses a bit of posture to rearrange his defence, but that less than half second was what you expected. You just stuck your gun in his chin and pull the trigger.

"That's for my dead comrades, your... your..." You think a good insult fit that man, but he is perfect. Beautiful, brave, have a good smell, and you think you're starting to like him. "Your cock sucker..." You finish.

He deviates from the bullet. You are speechless.

"I think I can consider a victory to me today."

What?

A sudden pain emerges from your abdomen. He cuts your guts when you come to close. The blood runs from the open wound. You think that's your end. Fall in your knees breathing heavily.

"What happened, little rabit? Weren't you coming to hunt me?" You could hear his joy in that low and sober voice.

"It's not finished yet. Only ends when my blood runs dry, only when my air vanishes." You groan, looking up into Mihawk golden eyes.

"So let's finish"

"No. Not today." You point your gun to his head. "I'll not let you cut me like that. If I'm going to die, it will be by my terms."

You stand, shaking, but stand. Trow the bag to the swordsman. "Take it to my ship together with my sorrow."

"And what are you doing now, werido? Just accept your defeat. "

"Only dead." You put the gun in your head. "I die by my terms, as I said."

"Don't be silly, I know you used your three bullets before."

"No, I have a least one."

"You don't have. I'll end this bullshit."

He attacks your arm. That was the final chance, you make the aim and shot the last bullet you saved to this moment.

Smell of a different blood, your pistol was cut, and the impact undo the aim, but the projectile found his leg by millimetres. It's not a real injury, but you saw his blood this time.

"I said to you, fool, I would leave this world by my own terms. You lose." You laughed

"Sweet destiny.

How sweet is to depart from this life laughing?

I will find my way through the silvery waters..."

You lay in the ground. He sits beside your body.

"So, why was that for?" He questioned.

"For my comrades that died in that ship. They trusted me to be the best."

"And at the end you were, you really was my best fight in a long time, my dear. It's a pity you chose to die here. In another life, we could even have been friends."

"In another life, we could be drinking together, we all. Eating sweet chocolate."

He caresses your face gently as a lover. "If you survive, maybe we can."

"If I survive?" You laughed good. "Look to me. Could I survive with my guts exposed like that?"

"I have a good doctor in the castle."

"You're lying"

"No, I'm not. An old friend comes with his crew these days. They have a doctor. "

You close your eyes. "I don't believe. "

"That's ok, you don't need to believe things to them be true." Mihawk runs his fingers through your lips. "People don't need to believe you to you be who you really are. Not everything can be seen by eyes. I have a doctor, you are your best."

You smile and close your eyes. "Am I?" You ask for yourself.

"You take blood from me only with strategy. Be good at things you are born to be. Don't waste your life with the dreams of others."

"I ever lived only for me. That was my mistake."

Mihawk takes you close to him, embracing you softly, and ask. "Wich fruit did you eat?"

"A hito hito no mi anata. I wanted to give it a try. I thought I could be better after all."

Also know as Shin Shin no mi.

"And you found yourself?"

"Yes, I found it."

You want to live, but you can't say loud, at the end you finally did it, got your revenge. But at what cost? "I want to live." Fuck that pride.

"Good chose." The swordsman took you and headed to the castle. "You would earn nothing ding here. Just maybe the 'otherside' ."

Smoker x reader

Emotional, cute, and angst. Maybe some sensitive content to some.

Maybe some bad language, and authority abuse(?).

Just mentioned NSFW

Gn reader, small body. You're a mariner.

I tried to do something lighter and cuter.

The clouds are painted as gold, and you scape from duty again. Smoking in the rooftop becomes your favourite activity to do whenever you escape your vice-admiral eyes.

Watching the sunset is comforting to you. Also, you don't know how much more time of living you have, not for some werid disease or old age, but for execution, you were helping pirates after all. Your superior suspects already. The last supriments shipping were stolen under your nose, then as magic all villagers had more food, water and beer than they could pay for. You put in the bord diary that pirates invade the ship and stole all you had and don't kill any marine in the process. Suspicious, at least, the other marines under your control don't talk about it, and the ones who dare to talk tell what we can call almost fairy tales.

"A gigantic dove comes at the sunset and steals all our beer!" A rookie said.

"It comes within the fog. Some horses came from the water and took our money and meat. " a captain said.

"A winged pirate fell from the skies and took our gold, then flew to the village and gave it to the people." The Sargent said.

You never liked marines nor pirates, but never got the strength to do something. Then you met Smoker when he was a captain. You show him all your ideas about how to remould and make the marine a great organisation to actually help the civilians. "I'd like that, but don't have stats to do that. The admirals don't have an interest in doing anything by now." He said. And the words don't change, even now. Then you chose to do what you want in the pirates' way. One day, you find a werid devil fruit and eat that without nobody see. Creates a name and a reputation among the villagers, then begins to stole what was sent to the admirals and the celestial dragons, then give to the people who live in the islands you pass. But you know your commander, now a vice-admiral was not a fool, he notices you stop swimming and eating salty snacks. Then you wait for that day to come.

And it takes no time, Smoker just appears from the air in front of you. You look down to the sea cost and to him.

"That was fast." You said

"That was easy to me." He answers you, taking one of his cigars offering it to you.

You accept and take a take a puff. The terrible taste invades your mouth. You cough, then take another. After all that was enjoyable, the cold breeze in your face makes it better. "What you want to talk with me, sir?"

He low his head and asks calmly, "What did you know about that new pirate?"

"The same as my man." You say quick.

"And why do I think you're lying to me?" You down your head and let him talk. "I know you since you started here, I hear all your proposes, and I taked care of you since then. So please don't lie to me"

"That's fine. Just please, let my men out of it and I tell everything."

"Fine. Tell."

"It was me, sir. It was me all along." You confess

"That was fast." He says, lifting your head and looking into your smokey eyes. "I've suspected but think a confession would take some time."

"Smoker." You call him for the name for the first time in a while. "I did and don't regret. I became a mariner for a reason, and I was faced with the hard truth; the marine can't help anyone. Then I took my chances."

"But you can see, you put yourself in danger." He hold your chin harder.

"We both put our lives in the line every day, same as civilians. That was not different. "

"Then why?" He holds your face hard, making difficult to you to talk.

"Because that was right. I finally did something good that helped people. Diferent of the marine that only talks about freedom and work to take it from the common people. Not everyone is born fur greatness or with physical strength, and that is not what should define if you could be free or not." You spit. "I did more for those people in several months than you did in years."

"That's truth." The vice-admiral low his hand and light a second cigar. "It doesn't change the fact we have problems by now. The admirals are not happy."

"I can imagine. And I'm prepared to take all the blame." You take another puff, knowing that was an indirect kiss from your superior.

"Me too." He let you know."Since the moment I suspect it was you, I change some notes and records. I... even knowing it's bad, I understand it, and even agree at some point."

You take a rest for your head on his shoulder. "I think I was born to be a pirate in the end"

"But it is still here, hum." Smiles. "Fighting against your nature." He is playing with your hair now. "But after all, I think you need some corrections."

"I think so. Maybe some extra work?"

"No, i don't want nobody to wonder. Next week you'll be my personal assistant. Will do some favours to me."

"Like what?"

"Sit closer, and I tell you."

You sit close, your tights touching each other, he aproxes his lips to your ear and say slowly. "Maybe a cockwarming, something that doesn't hurt that much. Meanwhile, we discuss what to do with that pirate." You almost just with his words. "I know we can find a way to help each other."

"Sir?" You look surprised. It was obvious he liked you all along and now agrees with your acts. You feel now more than never he is different.

"Why so surprised?" He keeps playing with your short hair. "Remember when i teach you to smoke? You almost choke at first."

"I remember."

"You were just a rookie, and you were incredibile shy, with the dream to cross all the seas. I took you under my wing and taught you everything i know, to drink, smoke, shoot, fight with swords, and even write. All I do is to protect those I love, including you." His voice have charm, and you know, all of his words were true.

"Same. I love you, and I love all people from this island. "

"I know."

You finish your cigar and take another. He kisses you, and you let him get that one victory. "Today, we have no dinner." He says then back to kissing.

"It's my punishment?" You ask

"No, you stole your today's food and give it to that pirate crew that liberates that city on the other side of the island." You both laughed.

"It will not happen again."

"I hope so."

"Maybe I steal something from that ship that is coming next week with some money and cognac to the fleet admiral Akainu." You look Smoker with childish eyes.

"You do not even think about that!" He almost scream. You blow a good amount of smoke in the air and laugh. Smokers face becomes red and laughs too. "Maybe one or tho bottles and some fancy cigars."

You both laugh.

"And tell me, how did you do everything?"

"I'll tell everything, i promisse."

You both lay down looking the stars meanwhile some marines search for you. Now all that's matter are you, Smoker and the stars.

Some cute interaction.

Buggy x Male reader

Contain lots of bad words and NSFW: abuse,violence, pet names,psychological violence,choke, stab,and blood. 🔞

Dead Dove

You're in control.

Short hair and jester costume Buggy forces you to use.

Minors do not come here, pls.

It will disturb you

It's been some weeks, Buggy hired your services as his right arm and new crew member. You can be toph and not a less in physic, but the clown is bigger than you, bigger than the most of the gang, and now using his fruits powers, he looks even bigger. You know he's not the king that fights, but he can get scary when he wants, the kind that play pretend, and it's good at the game. Even you got tricked at first.

By the way, that's you he and Mihawk discussing business. Buggy sits on his trone, you at his feet with that stupid jester costume, that is your uniform now, you hate it. "When could I just use a normal clothe and throw my knives on his stupid face with that egocentric smile." You're on point to blow when Buggy kicks you in the head.

"Yes, captain." You said low downing your head.

"Say it again. The parrot don't understand my flashy plan." The clown talk when step in your head.

"He's a Hawk, captain, not a parrot." You stutter and get kicked again. "Beg you pardon... captain,sir." He knows you can rip his eyes or his guts in seconds. Your bountry is higher than anyone in his crew. When you arrived at Sabaody to cross to the new world, you had no money, so you started to sell your services to the Cross gild. As the best hit man they have at the moment. But you fell in love with that pathetic clown.

"And you're a clown." Mihawk said with his used tone.

"Yhe... it can be. But don't chance the fact I don't like to be talken back!" Another kick. As a known problematic young pirate from that worst generation, being at Buggys feet gave him so much power. And he likes it, Buggy likes when he humiliates you in the worst ways possible. Kickin is just one of them. But you take it all with lifted head and pray to its end.

"You know what, brat, I'll show you how we do the things here!" He wakes and takes off his pants, showing his big cock, he has a good curve. The clown sits again and calls you with his finger. "Here, baby boy. Come to your captain." You low your head and let he grab you with his good and big tights. He forces his legs around your neck and chest. He wants you to suck him. You take his length with your mouth and suck. He groans and laughed high to everyone hear. "Yeah, that's it. Wellcome to the freak show! Now learn who is your superior!" He almost screams and slap your face.

You look at Mihawk. He is looking at the scene, and you can even see the pity in his eyes. You know, you can bite the clown, cut his throat, and in the end, just throw him in the ocean, and no one would never hear of him again. You could take Alvida and Cabaji with you, be in command. You daydream about some sweet revenge. The clown got your nerves. But... he is the captain, his men follow him, you wanted to kill Alvida when she betrayed Buggy and let him get arrested to Impel down. In the end, you like that clown. But what's that line? He mainten you now, your crew are fine, have food and new clothes, are safe, you chose the quests they will do. But Buggy is mean to you, like his trophy Crocodile let him use. You try to scream.

At this moment, Mihawk gets sick of it all and leaves you behind. The clown lets you fall at the ground. He seems happy and points to everyone. "See, that's what happens with anyone who crosses my way!" His crew look away, your crew are nervous. You're crying on the circus floor, even as a grown man. You want to get up and slap him, choke him and heel blood in your hands, use your haki to slice him up, and then... you don't know... maybe keep him in a jar, or send his parts to different islands. You want to be loved by him, be his partner in crime. But it's a pirate world, it's not sweet, no one is truly free in this world, only the cruel survives, you're strong and smart, not cruel. It's a freak show, as he said.

Cabaji and a member of your crew help you to get in your feet and leave to your room. They lay you and take care of your wounds. You just cry. "Why is the captain like that?"

"He has his own problems. He needs to feel he has control or even freedom at his destiny. Its like they say. The clown makes the masses laugh, but who makes the clown laugh?" Cabaji can't go against his captain, but also feels for you.

"Me, apparently." You laugh at your situation. "It's me that makes the clown laugh." You put the hands at four faces full of fluids, his fluids. You lick them, you want to sleep and dream of a dream you could sail with your crew, live adventures by yourself, and maybe got that fuckin clown as your man in your crew.

"Do you need something else?" Your subordinate ask.

"No, just leave me be." You answer, and the two men leave.

Now alone, you scream all you want. Call him names, rip down your jester uniform. Then you just sit, light up a cigar, and let the smoke be in the air. You finish that one and light another, and another... You drink the alcohol you have. That day is terrible. You feel as a pile of trash.

You sleep.

And awake with steps in your room. You open your eyes and see him, close. Your instinct screams, you jump out of the bead and hit that stupid, your fist hurts.

"Wait, dear... baby boy. Why did you hit me?"

"After all you have done today have guts to say you don't deserve? I just hit you, but you know what I am capable of. You see the news and the villages destroyed, you see the panic at peoples eyes when they hear my name. Me, captain, pirate, and even worse, human with hunger and fear for my comrades." You point to yourself and take a deep breath. The clown is on the floor. "And you take advantage of it when an ex shitibukai come to me, stole me, and put the life of my comrades in the line in a world government island."

"All that I did today?" He tries to laugh."Heh, it was only an act you see, to my business partner, it was not personal." Buggy get up and touch your face.

"Nothing personal? It's all personal. Once you make an entire city hostage to see your show. You need that attention more than anything. And you say it's just an act, clown. I'm tired of being your toy."

"And what's you're going to do? Run away and let your men behind? I know you care about them, more than your own pride. And I can just kill them. Or even better, torture them to know where to find you and bring you back."

He's a pirate, after all, a very well-known one by his cruel and violent crimes. But you don't care, you both are equal and the same at this point.

"And what if I kill you?" You say with cruelty in your voice.

He doesn't answer. You take him by his neck and force his body to your bed. You choke him and like. He tries to free himself from your grip but with no lucky.

"Please... baby boy... don't.." his words are barely audible, and you're not in the mood to be mercifully. "I'm begging you to stop... I can't breathe..." You keep a bit longer and let him be.

"You see what I can do. And slice you, then burry in an unmarked grave would be too easy to me." You beath heavy. "I think we need to talk about that professional relationship."

"What you want?"

"A better position, also a better jester costume, that one was shit." You laughed."Also, your small acts need to end. I want to be at your side, not below you."

"That's it?

"And I want you at your knees." You come out and sit in the bed, push him to the floor. "Suck me now." You order, and he did. "So obedient when your life is in the line."

You enjoy he sucking you, licking all your length, using his Tonge and tooth to your pleasure. The you feel it. A cold pain at your back. He stab you with his ability. You hold him tighter and put a dagger on his throat.

"I'm a gas logia. You canot hurt me. And if you try to make me fool again, I'll cut open your throat with haki. Not even you will run from my blades. Understood?"

He nods, and so you change position bending the clown and putting in him. You move hard, making noises of flesh hiting wood and flash hitting flesh. He cries you to stop, but now you're so down in pleasure. But stop and look to the poor clown in your bed.

"I beg for mercy..." he says.

"Show me your hands." You order, he shows you his hands. "Now you're going to ride me good."

"Why?"

"For all these months, I stayed here as your personal toy." You spit and put him over you. You're laid, and he hides you. He moves his hips well. Then you know you're not his first ride.

"It was crocodile?" You ask. "That makes you ride good like now."

"No... that was not crocodile or Mihawk."

"Who than?"

"The red hair."

You gast and imagine the scene.

Now he is hiding you, jumping in your lap, and you're hitting hard his balls and face. He cums in your legs. But you're far from your limit.

"Come here, clown." You say."Let's show the world the best act they never saw."

End

A bit heavy, but I'm feeling ligher now.

I like to think Buggy as a passive.

Mihawk x Mreader

Explicit blood and injuries. Angst, lots of angst.

Not explicitly NSFW, but mentioned.

Mid hair, victorian goth clothes, as Mihawk likes.

You're 20-30cm shorter than Mihawk.

Minors leave, please.

He is a swordsman, you a gunslinger. He lives in a castle, you in a small boat. Completely opposite at first sight, but not completely. When your old crew dare to disturb Mihawks' nap the glow from his dark blade was the last thing your brothers saw, and theirs blood in the "promises of down", your ship, together with that tall and dark figure under the moonlight, blood shining and dropping from the dark blade was the first think you saw at the second you come up from your own rest.

"What's that?" You ask

"Your friends awake me, I'm not in a great mood this night." he said, walking to you, raising a hand.

You take your four bullets pistol, you know Haki, and eat a devil fruit, a logia, so you're confident in the victory. Your captain is at your feet, he cannot say a word. You think if he can be sill alive, maybe, probably not, his chest is open now, you even can see his heart, calmly you inspire, blood and iron, your captains heart are pulsing, not for long. How evil must be a man to kill an entire crew just for disturbing your sleep. He.

"I'm not that cruel." He say now very close to you. " I'm not the one who started that fight. Ask your dead friends..." The Hawks eyes point to a fat man, now without his dead and trow as a doll at the stairs. "He thought it should be funny to shoot a man who's sleep in his very small boat."

You're a pirate, you know your crew, none of them are saints. Some indeed cruel, the kind who robbed a small city and burn it all when denied of food and shining goods. Then a long breath.

"I can not repay you." You said, "I know my men and do not agree with his acts. But if I can ask you something. Let my captain live" you beg.

Now he is close that you feel his hot breath in your face. Without sound, you make your gun ready and wait a bit longer.

"And what I earn with that?" His voice got lower. " what in this earth can make me spare a so low creature..."

You pull the trigger one, two times. He does not fell, he just keeps looking inside your eyes as a predator and opens the left hand, letting two bullets fall .

"...spare a so low creature like you, that have the courage to try me with your dirty game." Finishing the sentence, you feel the sword at your throat. A thin line of blood is visible down your neck. He comes even closer. You feel he touching you. Tights with tight, his hips with your belly, and now his chin with the pot of your head. It's so obvious you're not going to survive that. Then you use your last card as a second in command.

"Some of my men are alive, same as my captain. Let them live and exit the new world. Then you can take my head, throw me in the sea, and drink my wine with one more victory." A desperate plan, but with your fruit, you have a chance. "I pay for my crew crimes. I also have a high bountry." Each time you talk, more Yoru is deep on your neck.

"And now you want me to believe? Just some minutes after trying to kill me? Also, you eat the mist fruit. Or is it not what the midia says? A second with a higher bontry than the captain that also has a logia. What's the trick this time?" Mihawk is calm and speaks slow. And know what you're thinking. A mitic fruit gives you some werid powers, even for devil fruits. He knows. You can talk with spirit's and see them, become fog, and see beyond the fabric of the living world. Don't look like a logia.

You low your head, take off your shirt, and jacket. "I don't want it to be dirty." exposed your scars in the chest, and your beautiful back without injuries. Put the pistols and your French sword at his feet. "If you see my blood, you'll believe in me?" You expose your neck and wait for it.

You hear the voice of your comrades. They are screaming not to join them so soon. You're young and have an entire life in the pirate world to just meet your end at some advanced age in a battle or after drinking so much and choosing to leave your body. Not with life taken to repay others' mistakes. You're sad, your friends sing your favourite song to calm you down, you're crying. "I want my captain to live, same of my comrades that are still breathing." You cry. "I want to live more adventures with you guys if at least you all hear me and didn't have done that much shit we could be together now!"

You're crying, and Mihawk just put his sword aside, take your captain, and go down the stairs. You pass out crying.

When the day is high, you wake in the net down cellar. "Your captain and men are fine." The swordsman say meanwhile drink your wine. "They're strong." You get up and sit with him.

"Why let me live?" You ask

"It's not right to pick a flower that does not blow yet. I'm curious to see where you can and how high you can climb." He likes you."You were determined to save your captain. I don't know what you were thinking about, if you had a plan or not. I'm curious about you as a full."

"As a fool, you meant?"

"Do not try your luck. Brat."

He hands you a glass of wine and calls you near to sit in his lap. You sit, and the swordsman hives you a knife. He wants to see your reaction? You just drink a bit and looks at him.

"What do I do with that?"

"I want to see if you're true to your word. Cut your chest and let pour in the glass. If you want me to really let you go."

You think about your capitan, so fragile and upon Mihawk mercy. You cut your chest deep. Let the blood fill the glass and handle it to the swordsman who drinks. He gets up and leaves the cellar with some bottles in his hand. You follow him to the deck. He leaves the ship to his own.

"I hope we meet again. Till then, learn a bit about honour in the battlefield." The swordsman says and desaper into the horizon.

You feel you're going to meet him again.

Hope you enjoyed 😉