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readsrealm · 3 months

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Buggy & The Roger Pirates Thing (maybe even a little Corabug!?)

Buggy always feeing like he doesn’t belong on Rogers crew. Like he was just brought on to be a playmate for Shanks (practically a pet). He’s not entirely wrong either most of the crew shows unintentional favoritism to Shanks and don’t really remember that Buggy’s there half the time.

The next island they visit they actually forget Buggy. Buggy himself doesn’t even realize until hours later, Roger Pirates far away and still unaware of their mistake. Buggy’s devastated, he kinda wanders around the islands small town and into its forest in shock and despair before coming upon a familiar face. A blond marine who he’d met in the town earlier who was now running through the woods. They had a good conversation earlier and all Buggy had really learned was the boys name. Rosinante.

Rosinante takes Buggy back to Sengoku who goes “WAIT A MINUTE” and then declares that Buggy’s been taken in for ransom. Buggy tells them that nobody is going to come for him.

They wait a couple days, then a week, then a couple weeks, finally two whole months go by and nobody’s showed up for Buggy. Sengoku is disturbed by this and does some digging. Apparently a vote to retrieve Buggy was placed and the majority thought it was too much work for the second cabin boy (the add on, the spare, the unpromising backup). There was also info that Roger and the losing side were upset with the polling results but weren’t going to do much about it.

Sengoku decides right there and then he’s gonna see why Roger let Buggy onto his crew in the first place and why they don’t want Buggy back.

And…..

Sengoku has no clue why they wouldn’t want Buggy to return to them. He’s crafty, smart, loyal. He’s a good kid by pirate standards. Clearly a trouble maker but the passion he has for chemistry and science is unmatched. The way he solves puzzles and can worm his way out of any situation socially is insane. His treatment of people around him and of Cora himself (even if it’s special treatment😉) is admirable. Not to mention the boys luck.

Sengoku suspect it’s cause of Buggy’s less upfront way of fighting and actually assessing situations is what put The Rogers off. Buggy may be cowardly but if he really is needed he’ll do his part. Plus his long range weapons (bombs, altered guns) are nothing to sneeze at.

Buggy ends up staying with the marines for a really long time even if in the beginning he said he was going to escape and get far far away from them. Instead staying, training and getting stronger.

Decades later Red Haired Shanks comes face to face with a marine with long blue hair and the nickname Ringmaster.

Okay first of all thank you for writing this.

now right now I’m crying because that’s just fucking sad.

them leaving buggy there and how they decided is disgusting and I’m literally devastated. Poor buggy wanna hug him so bad.

For me Roger here failed as the captain bc who tf cares what the crew thinks. He is the captain and he should have been defending Buggy but he didn’t. In here Ace was right Roger was a monster bc left a child who looked up to him like no one else ever did in a town from nowhere behind. I wonder how shanks reacted.

I kinda wished that- I don’t know if you watched the LA but there Garp is on the Plattform where Roger gets killed. I wish that buggy would arrive the Plattform when Roger finished his speech him thinking he will die with no regrets and with starting the new era but the moment he saw buggy his smile vanished and he knew he could no longer die at peace.

I have two things in mind of what buggy could say

He would smile at roger with a trembling body saying something like: “I hoped you lived a good live “captain”

2. He would be cold and saying shit like: “That’s it Gol D. Roger. You and your loved one will pay for your crimes” and he would mean it bc with people who believe in him he would get stronger and have more determination

I’m kinda surprised that Sengoku would take with if we think about what he did to Ace considering that wanted to execute him for being roger son not being the second commander of Whitebeard who was equal to roger. But I do not complain. If I think about it Buggy could be trained by Sengoku and Garp and Tsuru. Sengoku and Garp were also equal to roger. And while Sengoku could teach him to be smarter fight smarter, Garp could train him in strength combat and haki. Tsuru could help him to calm himself down and always keep his cool. So he could be powerful yonko level bc that what actually oda said. If Buggy would take effort he would be yonko level.

You know what a sad part of this is Buggy is the kind of character who gets treated bad by the “good” ones (in here the goal of the main character) but he would not get justice. He would die and maybe the others would regret it but probably not the same episode one person would say “he would want that you hate yourself…” like BITCH OFC HE WOULDNT BUT YOU SHOULD BC YOU DESERVE THAT.

anyways I’m getting of the topic I think Buggy is smart and a sweetheart if you treat him well. He maybe loves treasure in an unhealthy amount and can be a little arrogant but it’s like he is be mean but still would do everything for you if you treat him right. (I also believe that he would not have a pride problem to apologize if he did something wrong but that another thing).

again with the Plattform (I hope it’s Plattform English is not my native’s language) the thing is Shanks would see it. And I think no matter if choice one or two you choose he would be angry…even though he has no right too. But Buggy doesn’t care about shanks…well not anymore bc he has Rosi. While he hadn’t a bad relationship with Shanks his relationship with Rosi is much better. Shanks if not meant to be mean only teased him which lead to the whole crew teasing him and Buggy didn’t like that. I mean I don’t think he had a problem with some teasing bc that normal and fun you know? Everyone does that but they teased him about everything and it kinda hurt bc it gave off the feeling he wasn’t taking seriously at all. That he couldn’t be allowed to be sad or scared…genuinely.

With Rosi it wasn’t like that he got comforted motivated. Instea if being told that “a pirate isn’t allowed to be scared” or “are you hiding again” or “you wouldn’t be scared if you trained harder like shanks” he gets “it’s fine I protect you” or “don’t be scared buggy! Your strong and if anything happens I’m right here” and it helps bc it motivates him and them saying that they believe he is strong wants him to prove that and he doesn’t and he makes mistakes and learns from them and gets better bc that how it should be done

So if Buggy and Shanks would meet after decades Shanks would be furious at Buggy for doing this to their captain. But with just a few sentences Shanks anger turned into guilt

“Roger didn’t want me. He left me and abandoned me. No one wanted me”

So I think Shanks would withdraw and just go with it. But now he would feel emptier. It was one thing not having seen buggy and him officially cutting of the relationship was hard for Shanks but he shouldn’t complain he didn’t say anything when they voted to leave him even if he didn’t want that he could do more. Bc they would listen to him.

Buggy himself would live a good life being a very much known marine (vice admiral) having Rosi by his side (this is a Corazon lives AU) and be happy.

I even think that Luffy would be on Buggy’s side if he heard that story. But still would not stop being a pirate

#one piece #buggy #buggy the clown #op buggy #shanks #buggy x corazon #corazon #donquixote “corazon” rosinante #sengoku the buddha #monkey d. luffy #monkey d garp #buggy deserves better #gol d roger #roger pirates #the roger pirates are dicks #shanks is not bad but naive #buggy and his luck

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iaxsl · 3 months

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domestic cross guild, where mornings start off with a sleepy Buggy floating to the kitchen, eyes semi-closed. Mihawk at the kitchen island with two ready-made coffee mugs in front of him, silently sipping from his own while he passes one of the mugs to Buggy who wordlessly accepts and sits down across from him. Crocodile is soon trailing after him, also accepting the offered mug from Mihawk. no words are exchanged. Crocodile sets to making breakfast while Mihawk and Buggy move to sit at the table to give him more space. eyes still heavy with sleep, Buggy drapes himself on the table, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye. the sounds of Mihawk turning the pages of the newspaper and Crocodile humming as he cooks is a soothing lullaby to Buggy's ears by now. he has never had peaceful mornings like this before.

#i could write more but stopping here feels right #im not trying to write another 1k words just describing their breakfast. tho I could...#i just like the idea of quiet mornings with cross guild #everything is so hectic #but mornings #everything is peaceful. if only for a moment #not looking this over so excuse any grammar errors #i feel like crocodile takes charge of breakfast most mornings. mihawk helps on occasion #both of them are early risers so one of them is always in the kitchen before buggy gets there. coffee hot and ready waiting for him #buggy would probably wake up in the afternoon if left alone but he's been getting better at waking up for breakfast. he wouldn't miss it #i really love cross guild and i feel like buggy should get pampered a bit. he deserves it #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #crocodile #sir crocodile #cross guild #one piece #do these three have a ship name? or is it just cross guild?#happy valentine's!

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spacedustmantis · 2 months

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jumpscare one of ur names is the same as one of my gfs anyways HI hru montgomery ?

woagh!! that's cool!

yeah the mental illness is really kicking my ass recently, but other than the self esteem issues i'm actually doing pretty good! being creatively active again after a long drought and that's really nice. also gives me scenarios to lull myself to sleep with, which is what i should be doing but alas. the siren call of the little gay people in my phone...

#also #i didn't know if i should say something about the anon hate you got #bc idk what triggered it and it's frankly none of my business #but i'm really fucking sorry about that #you're one of the coolest and nicest people on this webbed site and you don't deserve that shit #hope you're taking care of yourself buddy #love you <3 #buggy thoughts #buggy answers #better than drinking alone #slimeriana gay sex

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tinylantern · 9 months

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Thinks about the Oregon Trail game for Switch.

Thinks about the campsite conversations from the Chisholm Trail scenario with Elizabeth "Lizzie" Johnson Williams, who was a real life cowboy.

Thinks about how her attitude towards cattle driving isn't that she can do it better than a man, but that there isn't anything special about it that says a woman can't do it.

Thinks about how she was disappointed that so many of the girls she taught when she was still a teacher would go on to become housewives, but she didn't shame them for it either.

Thinks about how her real gripe is that, with the lack of skills taught to women in schools in the mid-1800s, often the only way girls were able to avoid living in poverty was to get married and they were lucky if it was to a man they actually loved.

Thinks about how she wants for girls to be able to support themselves so that if they do decide to get married, it is for love rather than to avoid dying poor in the street.

Cries

#star speaks #the oregon trail #Lizzie isn't saying girls are better than guys and it's bad if they decide to become housewives #But she is upset that being housewives is the only thing they're allowed to do #And she believes they are deserving of the same opportunities as men in both education and jobs #So that if they do decide to settle down with someone it is a deliberate choice rather than a matter of survival #Anyways play the Oregon Trail game for Switch #It can be buggy at times but it's extremely good and they do NOT beat around the bush with touchier topics older versions avoided

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certified-bi · 19 days

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Okay all my thoughts because some people have been saying that not supporting this change is not supporting artist and creators and as an artist fuck that.

1. Audiences owe you nothing. You have to convince them to engage with your creation not the other way around. This is something both the nonprofit theatre I work with recognizes and huge companies realize. It's just part of life. There are so many talented people in the world making amazing art, videos, music, writings, and on and on, and there's only so much time in the day. I'm not saying you shouldn't know your worth, just that being flippant about how little you care about those who can't pay isn't a good move. On that note...

2. PR is everything. If you haven't made a visible effort to push patreon, channel memberships or other avenues of making money, don't be suprised that your creation that was previously accessible to those without extra cash and to those who can't support foreign subscriptions due either to conversions or because it simply doesn't work, being made private isn't popular. There's a big leap from "We want to have more artistic control" to "We can't afford to make our content accessible to most of our audience," and people are smart enough to see this. You either have to make budget cuts or give into sponsors. This isn't unique to Watcher, it's part of literally every production from broadway, to Hollywood, to YouTube. Unless you can fund it yourself or get viewers to pay(which given how many are already strapped for cash...) that's life.

Not to mention they simply do not have enough followers to make the switch to a paid only site(dropping the first epsiode only on YouTube isn't going to draw people in, they're just going to say "oh why start if I'm not going to see the rest" and not watch) especially not one that is buggy and a security risk. Even if the switch had been supported its not going to end well. The only reason services like nebula and dropout work is because of the large amount of series and creators and the fact those creators still are partly on YouTube so new people are drawn in.

3. As for the price, 6 dollars a month is a not a good starting price for only their content and that's as someone who pays for nebula. I'd be paying the same amount for a fraction of the access to others work. Actually it'd be twice as much. And before someone says "it's only a coffee-" that's for you. Not everyone has your lifestyle. And with every other patreon and subscription service that says the same thing, it all adds up and I simply don't think 60 dollars for 48 videos a year on a subscription basis where you don't get to keep the videos if your situation changes, some of which don't appeal to every viewer is a good move. If you were able to buy physical copies of your favorite series they've made that'd be different, but that's not what this is.

4. I do believe that the employees deserve a livable wage. I also did not hire them. It is not on the viewers that they hired more people than they could afford to. They can charge that much if they want to to try and balance this out. They also shouldn't be suprised if not many can or will sign up. They also don't have to be based in L.A. L.A has ridiculous costs associated with it, and quite honestly it doesn't really add much to the content. I'm not saying they need to move to the middle of nowhere Kansas. Simply that living and basing your studio in a super expensive city and then being suprised money is tight is just weird.

5. Something that occurs to me is that they might get more views if their playlists were better set up. Only some series are given playlists. It'd be easier to find all of the series and binge them if they didn't just show off their more popular shows. Honestly the only draw the streaming site has to me is that the series are actually labeled well.

Do I think the weird ass energy towards Steven is necessary? No. He's not the only one at the company and they're all adults. I actually liked grocery run and homemade, and like to see them back. The parascoial attachment to Ryan and Shane is annoying in people's criticisms, but that doesn't make them completely wrong. If you're going to brand yourself as the anti capalist underdogs you can't get away with being dismissive of your poorer fans. The dissonance is what is causing this backlash and makes you look like hypocrites. I definitely think Steven is turning into the fall guy which is fucked up, his statement and the fact dish granted is one of those shows that make people uncomfortable about wealth flexs doesn't help matters.

#watcher #they really need a CEO who has business experience first and foremost or at the very least a consultant they actually listen to #they also should put more focus on other personalities and actual give them a chance to stick. none of them got famous or a fanbase in a day #give some of the others time to grab attention

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aghskaleido · 2 years

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and so ends yet another era........

#ooc #truly I R R E M I S S A B L E that the end had to come this soon #wanna say something regarding implications with a part of that ending but too tired and sad by the fact that things ended this way #really deserved so much better than what it got #farewell dragalia and thank you for helping me cope with this shitty shitty world for 3.5 years #ugh...take me out of this reality and throw me into a better one #also why thoughts easy but actually putting them into written form hard #may also be distracted by ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny: the game early access among other things #pretty fun but also frustrating at times with how sweaty people can be and buggy and unbalanced chawactews are.

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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We make a lot of fun of Buggy but, honestly, I would be fucking angry at the world all the time too. Imagine growing up as your best friend's shadow, always being seen as the weak and the clown because of course, Shanks is the legacy. He's the strongest. He's the one to wear the straw hat. And you accept that and give up on your dream for him. To follow him because at least that way you'll be able to achieve your dreams, even if you can't call it yours, but his. You give up on your dream and decide to go for an easier path instead, maps and treasure and money and everything a pirate ought to be, but he fucking ruins it. And it's not even his fault, but he's the one to make it happen. Nobody takes you seriously because saying "He made me eat a devil fruit and lost my map" doesn't sound as awful as "He made me lose my independence as a pirate and only way to follow a path of my own and now the sea I love so much hates my guts". And then your father captain dies in front of your god-damned eyes, leaving the youngest generation to continue his legacy. You think "Oh, well, at least Shanks is here. He'll keep the memory of our captain alive", but he hesitates. He shakes under the thought of the future. Falters for a moment. Somebody you —everyone— considers stronger, rougher, smarter and way better as a legacy than you, doubts himself. After so many years of you trusting him despite everything else. After so many years of everyone else trusting him, leaving you behind. So of course it fucking hurts and of course Buggy is rightfully mad. And of course he refuses to go with somebody that doesn't take this as seriously as him. Somebody that made the sea hate him and also hesitates after so many people trusted him doesn't deserve Buggy's love respect. And so Buggy goes away. And now nobody takes him seriously when talking about his past because he has become the clown everyone thought he was. They don't understand how somebody like him shared a room with somebody like Shanks. They don't understand how somebody like him was raised by the king of the pirates himself. But what they'll never know is that Shanks was the one who hesitated. And they'll never know Buggy was the one leaving his dream behind.

So I think Buggy is rightfully angry at everything and everyone and especially Shanks, even if he hasn't actually done anything. Buggy's anger and resentment is one of the things I'll always defend.

#he's my fav clown i luv him #:(( i am very sad #i am also a shanks defender to death but this isn't about him #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy #< target audience #but also bc it's implied and pretty obvious #these two make me sick istg

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fanaticsnail · 1 month

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Pollen Masterlist

Main Masterlist here

Synopsis: Dust from the lust-plant burrows into the lungs of all that inhale it, prompting desperate and primal urges to eclipse their natural senses. All that inhale the pollen need aid in navigating through their urges, some urges stronger than others. NSFW, mdni, 18+.

Blackleg Sanji: Someone Help Me & Thank You (afab!reader)

Roronoa Zoro: You Deserve Better (afab!reader)

Trafalgar D Water-Law: You're The Cure (afab!reader)

Buggy D Clown: I Can't Do This Without You (afab!reader)

Massacre Soldier Killer: Will You Let Me? (Gn!reader)

Doflamingo: Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes (f!reader)

Eustass Kid: coming soon

Dracule Mihawk: coming soon

Usopp: coming soon

Sir Crocodile: coming soon

Koby: coming soon

Rayleigh: coming soon

#one piece #x reader #one piece smut #op x reader smut

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ackermanbloodline · 8 months

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BREEDING KINK🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

Warnings: Sexual content. 18+, MDNI, NSFW.

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Middle of the Night - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Levi has been so wrapped up in his work lately, so much so that it’s taken a negative toll on your relationship. The sleepless, solo nights sleeping in your far-too-large bed with his cologne wafting in his shirt you wear as he stays at the office for the night, the relentless demand of paperwork, mission after mission… you knew being with him was part of the deal, his demanding title. But this has been going on for weeks. You have been spending more time alone than with him.

When Levi is swamped with work like he has been, his libido becomes nonexistent. Times like this, his position takes up every space in his mind. And while he always has space for you, sex is just not on the table. Neither of you have had sex, or came at all, in over a month. Whenever you tried to make yourself cum, it didn’t feel as good as when he did it. His fingers know you better than your own. They touched the right spots, dug into the right nerves. You need to hear his beautiful, lustful moans to climax. Your pussy loves him. You both know it.

Tonight is quiet. Again. And you know Levi isn’t going to come home. If he was, he would’ve by now. You sit on the couch next to the fireplace as you struggle to concentrate on reading a book with a blanket drifting over your lap. You find your mind wandering. Your brain repeats the same paragraph over and over again. It’s just not sticking or making sense to you. All you can think of is how this situation is so bullshit, that you deserve more attention than what you’ve been getting. Anger brews in the pit of your stomach as your gaze becomes fixated on the fire. You slam the book shut in frustration.

After taking a hot shower, brushing your teeth, and doing your other things in your nighttime routine, you lay in the same cold bed. You hoped that the shower would’ve calmed you down, but it only distracted you. That deep, dark, heavy feeling in your chest is back. But still, you try your damndest to sleep. You can feel the shadows under your eyes growing with each minute you stay tossing and turning. After what feels like hours, you check the clock: 1:19 AM.

“Fuck this.”

You throw the duvet to the side and rip yourself out of bed. After padding to the bathroom with haste, your hands gripping the edges of the porcelain sink as you look at yourself in the mirror there. You have an idea. A brilliant one. But you aren’t sure how he’s going to react or take it. Your head shakes.

“Fuck it.”

About an hour later, you’re dressed and waiting for a horse and buggy. The bold color that plays upon your lips is unfamiliar and uncomfortable, as well as the black heels that make you at least four inches taller than you actually are. Your hair is in the way that Levi likes it best. The cool night breeze sweeps past your bare legs and neck, and upward into the depths of your blood-red trench coat. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. Whether it’s because of the chilly outside temperature or your nervousness, you aren’t entirely sure.

And before you know it, you’re walking down the long military corridor that leads to Levi’s office. The crisp clicks of your heels bounce against the titan-tall floor-to-ceiling windows. You carry just a single candle in your right hand for light. Everything else is eerily dark. You pray that nobody else is awake or wandering the halls this late at night, especially none of the cadets. You know neither you or Levi could ever live that down.

You raise your hand to knock on his office door, but hesitate. Your nails dig hardly into the fleshy heel of your palm. Maybe this is a bad idea… maybe Levi will get really upset that you came here dressed as you are with the risk of being seen by a cadet simply using the restroom, potentially jeopardizing his reputation and respectability as Captain of the Scouts.

God, that is the last thing you want. You should’ve thought about these consequences prior to arriving here or doing this at all.

But you’re here now. And you have to see your plan through.

Your fingers come into contact with the dark wooden door three times. You wait a few moments. No response. You let a couple more seconds pass and knock again, this time a little louder. Nobody comes to the door. Your eyebrows furrow. Your hand reaches for the door handle and twists. It’s unlocked.

You peer in from behind the door. The fireplace near his desk is roaring with life. As you scan the immediate surroundings of the room, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. You let yourself in and close the door quietly behind you. Your feet slowly carry you to his desk. The stack of papers neatly organized on it catches your eye. As you look over it and try to understand it, you don’t know what it all means. Sure, you were in the Scouts… but that was another lifetime ago. Levi was just a mere fellow cadet back then. He moved up in the regiment extremely quickly, and with that came some growing pains. Still, you and Levi endured it all. This bump you two are going through is no different.

A sigh leaves your lips as you scan around the room once more. You begin to wander around the office. You take a candle with you. When you open the door to the bathroom and wave the flame into it, to no surprise, it’s empty. Smells like it was recently cleaned, too, with the scene of crisp lemon in the air. You turn on your heel and continue to explore.

As you approach the door that leads into his sleeping quarters, you freeze in your tracks. Your heart leaps into your mouth when you hear a quiet moaning. Walking on your toes in an attempt to be stealthy, you carefully press your ear to the hardwood. Your knees nearly give out when you hear him moan out your name. Without even having a say in the matter, you find yourself opening the door.

What you see before you is breathtaking: Levi, completely naked on his bed, with a white-knuckled fist around his dick.

You expect him to stop once he sees you. But he doesn’t. In fact, he goes faster. You set the candle down on the bedside table and look down at him for what feels like forever for you both. Your pussy is flooding more and more with each passing moment. You plant your hands beside his head and swing a leg over to straddle his hips. And with one swift tug at a ribbon of fabric, your coat drops from your shoulders and is thrown to the side, leaving you completely naked with the exception of the heels.

“I have to be dreaming,” he mutters, looking up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You lean over and make him look you in the eyes.

“How long have you been going at it?”

“Just started, actually…” he breathes and brings a thumb up to your bottom lip. “This color looks good on you.”

He refers to your lipstick. You use the tip of your tongue and trace over the pad of his finger.

“Good. Because I want it to be all over us by the time we’re done.”

Your lustful words force him to wrap an arm around your waist and slam you down into the mattress. You can barely catch your breath before his mouth is on yours in a needy, animalistic way. It’s been so long for you both. His usually calculated demeanor is completely melted away in the snap of a finger. His tongue slips into your mouth and strokes yours and a groan rips from the back of his throat. He nearly forgot how good you always taste, how your mouth can make him lose touch of reality in more ways than one.

Levi’s penis is throbbing so hard that it’s almost painful and your arousal drips to the back of your ass. Your naked hips roll up into his with desperation for some contact, for something. Your pussy slides up against the underside of his length and it brushes against your clit. The simple action covers him with your slick. And you do this over and over again. He collapses onto you and reciprocates your gesture: he slowly rocks his pelvis onto yours. You two stay this way for a few moments before he props himself back up on his forearms so his face is hovering over yours.

“Open up.”

Your jaw drops open wide and you stick out your tongue as far as you can to obey his request. He does something that you don’t expect. A thick stream of spit slowly drops from his mouth into yours, it’s not the quick type of spitting that he normally does. When it lands on your tongue, you stay like that until he tells you otherwise.

“Swallow.”

You eagerly do as you’re told and open your mouth again to show him it’s gone. He hums in satisfaction. His fingers wrap around your jaw with care and very gently tap your face twice.

“That’s my girl.”

He carefully but hastily reaches over you into the bedside table drawer to retrieve a condom. He puts the corner into his mouth and uses his teeth to rip off the foil. It takes him a few tries to get it off enough to retrieve the condom inside. But seeing him so desperate, so needy for you, is something that you’d never get tired of or used to.

Levi sits back on his heels as he carefully rolls the piece of latex onto his cock, pinching the tip of it as the cream-colored ring is slid down toward the base with his other hand. You cup your breasts with your hands and push them together as you impatiently wait for him to finish. Once he is, he leans over you and glides the tip up and down your wet slit.

“I’ve missed this,” you confess, the words leaving your mouth faster than you can stop them.

“Me too.”

“Why didn’t you come home and make love to me if you were in the mood?”

“I… I’m sorry. It was late, and I knew you were probably already sleeping. I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You’re never disturbing me, Levi. Do you know how much this pussy’s missed you?”

You take one of Levi’s hands and guide it to your sex. His fingers trace the folds and make small circles over your clit. His dick twitches.

“Fuck… I do. Do you know how much this dick has missed you?”

He replicates what you did, your hand wrapped around him tightly. He’s hard as a fucking rock. You can’t hold back a moan in response. You work your wrist in a gentle up and down motion while he continues to play with you. His eyes flutter closed when you tighten your grip on him. He buries his face into your neck and his hot pants fan across your naked skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the length of your spine.

“Mine,” you whisper into the reddening shell of his ear.

“Yours. All fucking yours, baby. Always.”

And with those words, you carefully grip the base of the condom and take it off. He jerks up and looks at you with a surprised expression that you’ve never seen in all your years of knowing him.

“What?”

“No condom.”

Levi’s breath is hitches in his throat. This would be your first time having sex without one. He licks his lips and takes a breath.

“Are you sure?” he scans your face for any hesitation.

You nod, “Yes.”

“I mean it,” Levi says your name. “Are you… absolutely sure?”

“Yes, Levi. I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

The condom is tossed to the side. His lips lower down and kiss yours gently, as if you are a fragile item that’s going to break at any given moment. You show so much reciprocation to tell him that you really want what you’re asking for. Your hands travel into his undercut and your fingers gently stroke the buzzed hair. He pulls away and touches his forehead to yours.

He then pushes the tip of himself in and a quiet gasp drops from his lips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him close to you. You need to feel him. His skin on yours. His hips slowly shift forward, inch by inch, until he bottoms out into you. God… it feels so much better already, and he hasn’t really done anything yet. It feels so full and satisfying. You involuntarily clench around him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he strains. “I need a moment.”

You kiss his temple, “Okay.”

He stays still for a long time. You can hear him taking deep breaths in the crook of your shoulder. You rub soothing strokes along his back even though, more than anything, you want and need him to move. Eventually, he reels his hips back and pushes back in, going at the slowest pace you’ve ever seen him go. Still, all of it feels so good. Your eyes roll back in your head as you take in gasping breaths.

You shift your hips up towards him to gain more leverage so he can go deeper. Your knees are higher up in the air. Levi notices this and lifts himself up. His hands find the backs of your thighs and his speed picks up. He plunges deep inside of you, pushing himself in all the way to the base into his pubic hair. All the while, he’s cursing and looks so infatuated with the current moment that it makes you even more aroused. He’s definitely drunk off your pussy. He’s never looked more sexy.

Here are the few things you can register: his moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, and his cock buried so deep inside of you that it makes your head spin. Everything else doesn’t matter and is tuned out.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “So wet and tight.”

“You like fucking this pussy raw?”

“Fuck, I love it. God, baby...”

You smile up at him in satisfaction and amusement. If Levi wanted your pussy, he could get it. Doesn’t matter when or where. In your mind, it isn’t even yours. It’s his. He knows this.

Thank fucking god he’s finally claiming it in the way he should’ve been throughout the past couple of weeks.

You briskly lick the pads of your fingers and rub fast circles around your clit. With your other hand and arm, brace yourself against the wall behind you to steady yourself onto his cock. Your moans become even louder than they were and your pelvic floor tightens in response. To Levi’s ears, nothing sounds better than you in pure ecstasy.

He moans out in between thrusts, “Never fucking you with a condom again.”

You nearly giggle in response and fervently nod your head in agreement, taking your lip in between your teeth. Levi’s dick twitches at the wondrous sight below him. All he can think about is how good you look taking his dick like this and how much he loves you. He slows his rhythm down for a bit, feeling the familiar hot sparks of an orgasm licking his groin. He wants to savor this. Savor you.

“Get on top?” he breathes. You know it’s more of a command than a question.

He hesitantly pulls out slowly and collapses beside you. The cold air is a stark contrast for him from being inside you. It sends a shiver up his body. Repeating earlier, you swing a leg over him so you straddle his hips. Not wanting to waste any time, you grasp him and push him into your pussy. His eyes roll to the back of his head and a pink tinge dances across the apples of his cheeks. You slowly lower down, inch by inch, onto him.

When he’s all the way in, your hips shift up and down, and back and forth. It feels like he’s going even deeper than he was before, if that was even possible. His body bounces back into the mattress and pillows below as you fuck him without mercy. Your hands land on his pecs for leverage as you lose yourself on his dick. Him inside you is all you can think about. All you ever want to think about. His hands land on your ass with a harsh slap and help guide your movements. His grip is tight and unforgiving onto the flesh there. You’re sure you’ll see some bruises in the morning.

“What the fuuuck…” he draws out, a slight feeling of annoyance taking over his thoughts as he notices that he’s close to that edge again. Still, you continue to ride him. “What the fuck, baby. What the fuck.”

He needs more. He brings a hand to your spine and pushes you down onto his chest and wraps his arms around you. He brings his legs up and fucks up into you. Hard and fast. Unforgiving. You collapse completely onto him and hang onto his shoulder as the daylights are being fucked out of you. Over and over, the tip of his penis brushes up against that sweet spot behind your pelvic bone. His palm lands on your ass over and over again.

“Leviiiii,” you call out as your voice shakes in between thrusts.

“What, baby? Tell me what.”

“Feels so good.”

“Shit, I love making you feel good.”

You’re back below Levi again, looking up at him. He didn’t bother to pull out and reposition. He’s smooth with it. The building pressure in your pussy grows with each thrust he gives you. Your moans become quieter the bigger and bigger that feeling becomes.

“You’re gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my dick?”

“Mhm, I’m close. Levi, don’t stop.”

Levi continues his rhythm. He doesn’t speed up, he doesn’t slow down. He’s persistent and steady. He’s totally fixated on you as your legs begin to shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you repeat over and over until your voice goes out.

“That’s it. Cum for me, baby, cum for me.”

You completely stiffen out beneath Levi when he comes down and kisses your neck as you ride out the high. Your nails dig into the straining of Levi’s back muscles and your heart feels like it’s about to explode in your chest. You want to scream from the pleasure you’re feeling but you physically cannot. Your body renders yourself mute. Strangled gasps and groans are all you can manage as your pussy convulses and squeezes around Levi’s cock. It takes everything in Levi’s power to not cum, too. He continues fucking you as you orgasm, brushing up against that spot again and again.

You take deep breaths after the peak of the climax comes, becoming completely limp under the pressure of Levi’s body. He slows down before completely stopping and looks down at you. His eyebrows furrow when his hand comes up to your cheek and wipes away a tear or two that dripped down your cheek.

“You okay?” he asks, full of concern.

You nod your head and look at him through lidded eyes.

“I think that’s the hardest you’ve ever came.”

“Definitely,” you respond.

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yes.”

And with that, his hips start up again. As he does, your strength and your awareness returns to yourself and your body. There’s a certain squishing sound between you two that wasn’t there before. Then you remember. The feeling of him inside you without protection is such an arousing idea that you already want another orgasm.

“I love your cock,” you babble out. “I want you to fuck me like this all the time.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to fuck a baby into me.”

You thought he’d stop at your confession, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t waiver. In fact, he picks up the pace just a tad.

“You want that? You wanna have my kids?” he groans.

“Yeah, Daddy, yeah. Fill me up. Give it to me.”

“Fuck. Fuck, baby!”

He pushes your calves up onto his shoulders so he’s balls deep inside you again. The expression on his face is almost like he’s in pain. Sweat is beading up on his forehead. His moans are louder and more frequent than ever.

“I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“Inside me. Deep inside. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please…”

“Yeah? You want my cum in you?”

“Fuck, yes! I want you to cum inside me.”

These simple words drive Levi off the edge. His voice heightens in tone and loudness as his dick twitches as rope after rope of cum spill inside of you. It’s a lot. The feeling is so divine, so much so that it unexpectedly makes you cum a second time. You squirm against each other as your tongues intertwine in the hottest of ways.

It’s all so much, too much. But this is so needed and so overdue. Making up for lost time, as Levi always says.

Levi stills himself after fucking his cum into you. Your pelvic floor throbs after your second orgasm, a primal feature of the female anatomy to pull his cum further in. You two are panting, struggling to catch each other’s breath. He lays down on you, not bothering to pull out, for a few minutes. It’s quiet for a while as you carefully stroke his hair. You both are exhausted. Even that is an understatement.

“Are you okay?” you inquire softly.

“Never better,” he rasps. “Are you?”

“Never better.”

He shifts and pushes himself up onto his forearms. He kisses your puffy, swollen lips as softly as he can. His hips retreat from yours and peers back to look at your pussy. When he sees some of his semen threatening to spill out, he carefully puts two fingers in to push it back in until he reaches his first knuckle. You moan out and squirm in response.

When he takes them out of you, he looks at them a moment, admiring the opaqueness coating his fingers, before licking them clean.

He smirks, “Do you want to have my children? Or was that something you said in the heat of the moment?”

Your cheeks redden.

“I…” you begin. “I love you, Levi. I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. But It was the heat of the moment. But if that’s something we both want, we can talk about it.”

“Hm,” he hums, hovering back over you and kissing your forehead and laying next to you. “I’m not sure if I want a couple of brats running around right now. But cumming inside that perfect pussy of yours, that’s definitely something I need.”

You smile at him, “And to think you were gonna cum without me…”

“You’re so greedy, I like that,” he muses. “But I promise you, I wasn’t going to cum. Just like to edge. My cum is for you.”

You bite your lip and smile. You’re reminded of Levi’s cum inside you and you trace a finger over your slick entrance. It’s a strange feeling, almost like your period has unexpectedly come… but it’s a feeling you’re going to have to get used to.

After all, there’s no way you two can go back now.

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Author's Note: If anyone asks, yes, I was inspired by this song.

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readsrealm · 1 year

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okay am I the only one who hates Buggy’s crew after the cross guild chapter because it’s one thing being cowards like they always were but having literally no loyalty to Buggy disgust me. Buggy should try find a new crew! they straight up tossed Buggy away and said they would follow Crocodile while continue partying while Buggy was close dying!!! I hope they get punished for it but Ike I know Oda he won’t do anything it’s just comedy for him… I really hope that crocodile beats them up and Buggy does nothing about it. I know it sounds hurtful but Buggy would have no reason to save them after betraying them especially mr 3. Buggy saw him as a partner and a friend (a very close even) and Crocodile was a piece of shit to him calling him straight up worthless. He is so stupid I swear…

#cross guild #buggy #sir crocodile #mihawk #buggy pirates #mr 3 #buggy deserves better #one piece #buggy deserves a better crew #maybe it's just me #but who cares

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wordy-little-witch · 3 months

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Concepts and ideas that live in my head rent free:

• Buggy having a wacked out immune system and/or nervous system due both to his Devil Fruit and also genetic predisposition.

• His big old red pillow case costume on Karai Bari - I bet it is very soft, and sometimes he'll fall asleep in it after a long, hard day, but while asleep, his limbs rearrange properly, he squirms around and basically makes a little nest out of the fabric. More than a few have found him like this, and most take it to mean he trusts them, to fall asleep in their presence, or a sign of his strength that he is safe even in sleep around them. Others know better, but he IS pretty cute, curled up like a kitten...

• on the sleep thing - Buggy can and will fall asleep anywhere, anytime. He is the reigning king of cat naps. He talks a big game about beauty sleep and all, but he has insomnia AND chronic fatigue. Bc of that, he'll cat nap where and when he can, but otherwise he is being subjected to the exhausting ordeal of existing. Coffee King up in this carnival tent.

• Crocodile also drinks coffee, but even he looks at Buggy's intake with something approaching concern.

• once the cross guild is running properly, they get many organizations expressing an interest in the group. Some want to join. Some want to sponsor. Some want to talk general business. Most of them are renowned criminal enterprises who are used to calling the shots and having their demands met. More than a few outline semi-explicit rules for meetings, ones which mostly align with skewed moral compasses or formality. Buggy, when told he has to dress formally, is so pissed because he genuinely HATES suits. He complains about it loudly. Crocodile finally gets annoyed and tells him to wear a suit or a damned dress for all he cares, just be presentable and meet the guidelines. Which leads to-

• Buggy looks at gender as a very loose suggestion. The idea of clothes being gendered is stupid. If he wants to wear a dress, he'll wear the flashiest, more flattering dress every conceived. He, Alvida and Galdino work together to design a dress for him to have the seamstress or tailor on the island finish.

• Buggy accidentally stumbles into the mafia boss wife archetype and he is THRIVING.

• Mihawk sees Buggy in black one (1) time and damn near begs the other to let him dress him up, it must be done for the good of the world-

That's all I got okay ily, drink water, eat a snack, take your meds if you are prescribed them, and have a great day, as you deserve, my sweets~

#buggy the clown #buggy headcanons #sleepy thoughts #buggy is a fancy bean #Buggy Alvida Galdino #cross guild polycule #cross guild

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 9 months

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My corporeal love (Yandere!Fem!Spirit X Fem!Reader)

CW: Yandere behavior, death

poltergeist versus ghost

(Reader) shook her head at the results, deleting the question from the search bar while heaving a deep sigh of frustration.

types of ghosts

A hand reached out from under the chair (Reader) was sitting on, running long nails across one of her feet. (Reader) only sighed again and pulled up her feet and tucked them under her bottom. Ghosts turned out to be real, and they were annoying.

The haunting began like how horror movies promised they would, soon after moving into the new apartment (Reader) began hearing scratching noises late at night and seeing lights flicker out the corner of her eye. At first it was unnerving, but exciting. Hearing a thud from the next room over and having a chuckle after the shock of being startled, it was fun. The ridiculous situation helped dull the pain of reality.

It quickly grew, making her think she saw someone hiding in the closet, only to disappear when (Reader) would flip on the light; waking to claw marks on the bedroom door when she unlocked it in the morning; feeling someone roughly grip her ass while she tried to wash the dishes...

Wild, bulging eyes watched (Reader) as she put away her computer and wandered into the kitchen to make her morning pot of coffee; the owner of said blood shot eyes was a grey toned naked woman with long, sharp nails who sat crouched on the counter.

"(Reader)~" a dry voice cooed while a dead hand reached out to lightly brush (Reader's) shoulder.

The newly single woman had once made the mistake of trying to connect with the entity she shared a home with, believing it to be a lost soul in need of assistance, only to awaken with hands traveling up her thighs and bite marks on her neck. This thing wasn't a soul in torment, but an evil spirit that didn't believe in personal space.

It fed on energy. The more attention (Reader) gave it, the stronger it became, now freely crawling across the ceiling at all hours and whispering suggestive words of praise to (Reader). Which is why (Reader) was now doing her best to ignore her.

"Your hair looks beautiful today. I wish you'd let me run my fingers through it."

A jingle sang out of (Reader's) pocket. She grabbed it a little too quickly, thankful for having something to help her ignore the spirit, but unfortunately was too eager, and didn't pay attention to the name of who was dialing, accidently answering "BASTARD"s call.

"Hello?"

"Finally you answer. I've only called you every single day for a week."

Her heart dropped. "It was an accident, I promise it won't happen again."

"Oh, grow up (Reader). I made a mistake, but you're acting like I hit you or something."

(Reader) clenched her jaw. The woman next to her slowly closed in on her as (Reader) stayed still as a statue. The undead's breathing ragged as it strained to hear who (Reader) was talking to.

"What do you want."

"To talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"... You're being childish."

The phone was suddenly ripped from (Reader's) hand, smacking into the wall across the kitchen. (Reader) freaked out, forgetting for a second that the strange woman in her home was an unknown entity and not just a dick.

"Fucking really?!" She cried out as she jogged over towards her cell. "Don't do that! That's my phone!" As she bent to grab it the phone slid just out of reach, her ex's voice still angrily berating her. (Reader) stood, glaring at the approaching thing shuffling on all fours like a gorilla.

She smiled, her buggy eyes still wide and terrifyingly dark, pupils expanded to the point (Reader) couldn't see the irises.

"You deserve better."

Then, poof. She was gone.

(Reader) was stunned. She could still hear the cheater calling out her name from the phone on the floor. For a third time that morning, (Reader) found herself sighing.

"Hey!" (Reader) called out, never having learned her ghostly roommate's name. She passed through every room until she heard scratching from the closet, and opened the door without turning on the light in an attempt to prevent her from disappearing again. The spirit was lying on the ground, scratching at the floor, leaving marks.

"I never found out your name."

"I don't remember it."

(Reader) sat criss cross outside the opened door. "What's wrong?"

"... What if he hurts you?"

"He wouldn't. He's a dick, but he's also chicken shit. I left him because he cheated on me. He doesn't even know where I live now." The ghost seemed unconvinced. "I promise."

She took a deep breath, gurgling slightly as she always did. "I don't remember my name. I don't remember who killed me. But I can feel my bones breaking down in the cement of this building."

Guilt over how (Reader) had been treating the dead woman settled heavy into her gut. Even if she got a little handsy, it was probably lonely being invisible to everyone.

"That sounds terrible. I'm sorry." (Reader) laid down next to her, and she immediately rolled over and latched onto (Reader's) body, her nails digging into (Reader's) back. Her body was cold, and not entirely solid, (Reader) believed she could feel the nude flesh sinking through her shirt, freezing her bare skin underneath.

"I'll protect you, (Reader). I don't want you to end up like me... The pain never ends."

The next two weeks flew by. (Reader) had nicknamed the spirit Lydia. She didn't get the reference and was just happy that (Reader) was calling her something other than "Hey, you". Lydia still had issues with getting too handsy every so often, but as (Reader) came to know her as a person instead of a presence she hated it less and less.

Lydia sat in (Reader's) lap as they watched television together. Her form was stronger than ever, and although she was still cold, Lydia felt like a real human next to (Reader). The connection (Reader) felt with Lydia was comforting, and she had even begun to care for her as someone more than a friend.

(Reader) unlocked the door, opening it to reveal her ex boyfriend standing on her welcome mat with a smug look on his face.

Someone pounded on the front door, banging it hard enough to shake the joints and cause the hinges to clatter. Lydia was immediately agitated, dissipating from view. (Reader) could still feel her presence though, a chill settling in the heavy air, and as she rushed to the front door it felt like she was wading through fog.

She tried to reclose the door the second she registered his face, but he used his foot to block her attempt, bulldozing his way into her new home. "That's no way to greet someone." He chastised.

Her face scrunched up in fear. "How did you find me?"

"Not easily."

(Reader) tried to hold herself steady, but she could feel her body shake with anger. "You need to leave before I call the cops."

"The cops?!" He laughed in annoyance, glancing around his ex's apartment with his hands on his hips. "Jesus Christ, you're acting like a crazy bitch."

Lydia dropped something in the bedroom, and with the crash (Reader's) ex's smile fell as well.

"Is someone here?" He started for the hallway as (Reader) panicked.

"Stop! I told you to leave!"

He burst into the bedroom, searching for whoever had made the noise. Then the door shut on it's own behind him.

"What the hell, (Reader)? Is this some kind of joke?!"

A shuttering gasp emanated from under the bed. Lydia's scarred arms slowly began to drag her body out from underneath the frame, relying on the intruder's fear to make herself visible to him. The man began shaking the handle, incapable of opening the door.

"(Reader)!"

Lydia's body cracked painfully as she stood up straight.

"(Reader! Open the door!!"

"Stop saying her name."

Whipping back around he found himself alone, the broken looking woman gone. He felt his body go numb with adrenaline. (Reader's) ex was panting, trying to figure out what kind of fucked up prank this was, and how (Reader) could have set it up. When he realized the woman was probably hiding again, he turned back to try opening the door again, only to turn face to face with wide black eyes twitching with rage. Lydia grabbed his face, her nails piercing his cheeks and jaw.

From the living room (Reader) could hear her ex scream in fear, smashing against her bedroom walls and ceiling, then silence.

The police would never find his body.

Stored deep inside the building itself, resting between concrete and steel beams, bleeding into the cement block that was Lydia's final resting place. They would never find even a drop of blood in (Reader's) home.

After the noises had ceased, (Reader) heard the door unlock, so she ran into the bedroom to greet Lydia, throwing her arms around her and kissing her gently. Lydia softly crept her hands up under (Reader's) shirt, caressing her bare back.

"I told you I would protect you."

#yandere #yandere x reader #romance #fem yandere #fem reader #yandere ghost #yandere ghost x reader #not proofread #rushed

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onepiece-fics · 6 months

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Franky, Buggy and Mihawk's reaction to you having a nightmare

Summary: How would Franky, Buggy and Mihawk react to you having a nightmare?

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, almost spoilers for current manga Buggy's bounty (exact numbers are not mentioned).

Author's note: First of all, specifically anime/manga Buggy was in thought for his part! Secondly, Franky's part is based on the fact that his body isn't cold. Since he's a cyborg I'm not entirely sure how all that works, but in my mind he has the same type of body heat as any normal person :)

Word count: 763

It’s 3 am and you wake up in a cold sweat. You’ve just had a horrible nightmare that felt too realistic. You look around your room to make sure you’re in reality before you decide to sneak away and go to your s/o’s bed

Franky

As you approach Franky you’re unsure if you should wake him up or not. On one hand, he looks very peaceful as he sleeps, but on another hand, he’s an amazing cuddler. You shake your head and decide to sneak into his bed anyway. He deserves his sleep too.

“Y/N?” he says as he stirs awake. “What are you doing here?” he asks as he rubs his eyes. As you plop down next to him he pulls you into his side and puts his arms around your shoulders.

“I had a nightmare…” you whisper, snuggling into his chest. He lets out a hum as he thinks for a moment and you shuffle around to put one of your legs over his.

“You know what would help you calm down?” he asks you with a grin on his face. You lift an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Cola!” he says as he starts turning to get a bottle from under his bed. You laugh as you pull him back into bed by his arm, and as he lays back down he pulls you on top of his chest fully, the grin still on his face.

“Franky… I feel like drinking cola before sleeping would just make it worse, I’m not gonna lie” you giggle at him. He shakes his head.

“Unbelievable, cola fixes all” he jokes and you roll your eyes.

“But I already brushed my teeth” you say and stick your tongue out at him, earning a laugh from the man.

“Ah yes, I forgot about that part” he says as he closes his eyes and puts his chin on top of your head. “Hopefully cuddles will be enough for you to have better dreams then”.

Cuddles were definitely enough.

Mihawk

While Mihawk seems cold to other people, you know how cuddly he actually is. That’s why you decide to crawl up in his bed and snuggle right up to him. You know that he’s awake, but he doesn’t open his eyes to look at you, he knows it’s you instantly.

“What are you doing here suddenly, my dear?” he whispers into the night as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his embrace.

“I had a nightmare and I’m too scared to go back to sleep…” you tell him. His eyes snap open immediately and he looks at you. Lifting one of his hands up he strokes your cheek in the most comforting way, his eyes softening as he sees your facial expression.

“It’s okay dear, I’m right here to protect you from any bad dreams. Do you want to talk about it?” you snuggle into his shoulder and shake your head. “Alright then. Just know that I’m right here, okay?”.

His hand that was on your cheek moves to your arm and starts tracing comforting patterns, giving you goosebumps. You close your eyes and you both shuffle closer until you’re satisfied.

The feeling of his hands tracing patterns on both your arms and your back, as well as his general comforting presence was more than enough to lull you back to sleep.

What you don't know though, is the soft kiss he gives your forehead and the smile on his face as he admires your sleeping form.

Buggy

You climb into his bed and lie down close to him. You try not to wake your captain up, and you think you have a decent chance since he’s a deep sleeper, but unfortunately, he slowly starts to stir as you trace light patterns over his arm.

“Y-Y/N? What are you doing here-?” he asks, immediately awake when he realizes you’re next to him. “When did you get here-?”.

“Oh, I got here just now” you giggle lightly. “I had a nightmare and I didn’t want to sleep alone…” you explain to him. His facial expression goes from one of flustered confusion to confidence.

“Oh you got scared so you came to the great captain Buggy… I see… I suppose it is only natural to go find such a big and strong protector as me when you’re scared. I mean did you see my new bounty? It’s over three-” you shut him up with a kiss, knowing that if you let him go on, it’ll keep going all night long. As you break apart from the kiss he smiles down at you in amusement.

“Did that distract you enough?” he asks. You roll your eyes and lay your head down on his shoulder as he brings his arms around you and starts playing with your hair.

“Yeah… it did”

#franky #buggy #mihawk #one piece #one piece fluff #franky x reader #buggy x reader #mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #franky fluff #buggy fluff #mihawk fluff #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk

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peachy-dove · 8 months

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LA!Buggy x Fem!Chubby! Reader x LA! Alvida Headcanons/Drabble

CW:MDNI 18+!!!! Oral (female receiving),teasing, sub! Buggy, Dom! Reader and Alvida, Scissoring, spit, vaginal penetration, cowgirl, face sitting, fingering, barely proof read

A/N: I've been thinking of a buggy and Alvida threesome for so long but Alvida’s Actress is sooo fine bruh, I had to write this because Buggy deserves two plus size baddies bouncing on his lap!! I practically wrote a fic but in headcanon form but this way helps my brain figure out what I wrote. Just think about buggy and his two chubby girlfriends who never fail to make him feel loved and his dick hard!

NSFW BEOW THE CUT!!

→ Imagine Buggy tied down to a chair nearby watching his too pretty girls playing with each other, putting on a show for him to enjoy

→ His cock hard and throbbing as you suck and lick at Alvida’s slick fat pussy and playing with your own, as you’re bent over full cunt on display as you moan and plunge your fingers in deeper and faster.

→ “come on, dolls! Won’t you let your favorite clown come play too?” he says in a light whimper, the restriction of his pants becoming unbearable, all he wanted to do was fuck you fro behind as you ate out Alvida, her plump thighs wrapped around your head

→ you pull back from her cunt and kiss her deeply as your tongues sloppily kiss, the room hot with passion and lust as the two of you drown out buggy’s pleas for release.

→ You both switch positions and Alvida gets on top of you, rubbing her puffy cute cunt on yours, the wet sounds of pleasure echoing off the rooms walls as she grinds down onto you.

→ “Please vida baby~ fuck me!” you cry out as she leans down to lick and suck on your neck claiming you as hers. She runs her tongue up your neck and moans as well.

→ “open your fucking mouth~” she growls out at you placing her thumb on your bottom lip and forcing your mouth open wider, she spit on your tongue and your eyes roll back with pleasure.

→ Buggy was in heaven as he watched her spit in your mouth, both of your pussies making beautiful music together, your chubby tummy and tits pressed together as you both practically eye-fuck each other completely ignoring him the sight was intoxicating

→ You start to grind faster against her bedding in closer to suck on her nipple as she throws her head back moaning your name

→ the climax you two shared made you both starstruck gushing all over the sheets and each other finally sharing a loving kiss before you get up and walk over to buggy

→ “mmm~ i think it’s time we let our cute jester have a turn hmm my dear?” you say running your finger down his chest

→”finally! I was dying of blue balls over here!”

“Shut it clown!” Alvida says as she walks over to him and helps you untie him, “I think I like you better quiet, we’ll find a better way to use that mouth of yours~”

→ as they strip him down they push him onto the bed, your plump thighs and hips plopping down on him as he grabs onto your fluffy tummy

→ you start to move you pussy along his dick wetting him up for you and making him groan out trying to buck hips hips into you

→ “holy fuck- just put me inside babe! I’m aching for your fucking pussy right now!” Buggy moans out his makeup running down his face

→he quickly gets shut up by Alvida sitting her plump ass on his face, pussy silencing him as she moans while he licks a stripe from her hole to clit suckingling on it as you finally put his cock inside you and ride him nice and hard

→ Alvida moans places her hands on your hip and kisses you gently pulling you closer to her as Buggy ate her out from below

→ You bounce and moan into her mouth as you both hold onto each other, Buggy’s cock filling you out and bullying your cervix

→ Buggy wraps his arms around Alvida’s thighs and eats her like a starved man, her juicy pussy dripping down his mouth as he tongue fucks her, feeling her walls start to clench around his tongue and your bounces making him lose his mind as he feels your ass clapping down on him he wasn’t going to last much longer

→ “that’s it fuck me good baby boy” She says as she grows quicker to her orgasm . Her breath quickens and she clenches her thighs around his face squirting as he moans into her fat cunt.

→ She climbs off of his face and kiss his softly “told you i’d find a use for that tongue~” she says as she moves behind you and rubs your clit “go ahead and cum for me baby”

→ you start to ride Buggy harder and faster, your thighs jiggling as he grabs your plush tummy and fucks you from below, the pleasure overwhelming you as you hold on tightly to alvida’s arms

→ “F-FUCK!” You yell out as you finally cum around Buggy’s thick cock, your gummy walls squeezing him rapidly his dick soaked in your juices

→ He couldn’t take it anymore and his cum flooded your pussy, filling you up to the brim as it leaves a white ring around his dick as he rides out both of your orgasms.

→ You slowly pull away from him as alvida helps you lay down on the right of buggy and she lys down on the left, reaching over his chest to take your hand and kiss it

→ She wraps her thigh up onto buggy as you curl in on him as well, she kisses his cheek as he catches his breath

→ “Well we definitely need to do THAT again” he laughs as he holds you both in his arms, he is more comfortable than he has been in years and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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swampstew · 9 months

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Can I request Buggy with Fluff N3 for the event? Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hello anon❤️ Thank you for your submission and patience! I hope you get a chance to read this :) You requested fluff, subtle intimacy, and I give you: [ Simple Touches ] Bandaging/stitching up an injury

Oh Captain, My Captain Buggy

Warnings: None. Fluff and cute stuffs. Ended up sorta sweet n' romantic in a way I wasn't anticipating but Buggy deserves it tbh, cutie but wet n' pathetic King of the Pirates❤️ Word count: 1.1K

“OOOOOWWWWW!”

You push through the pained howls of your Captain as you stitch up his latest injuries. For a man who had eaten the chop-chop fruit, he sure got brutally chopped up by other people more than he should reasonably be.

To be fair, his latest network of contacts involved some intense and no-nonsense individuals. Two in particular who seem to have a rather tight hold on his gorgeous blue head as he did their bidding and processed their contracts.

“DAMNIT Y/N that HURTS!” Buggy hollers at you, tears spilling down his face in pure agony. It makes your heart break. Still you push on.

“It will hurt more if it festers and worsens. Then we’d have to seriously chop pieces off you,” you chide him gently, done with pushing the needle through the tail end of the long gash on his chest. “This is going to sting a bit but I’ll count down from 3. 3—” you tightened the sutures securely before he could hold his breath.

“YYYYEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!!!” his head flew from his neck, as did his hands and feet from his body. “GRR!! YOU ENJOYED THAT TOO MUCH!” he spit at you.

You give him an unimpressed look, “You know that that’s not true. Now get back here. You have some wounds on your face and right hand that need to be disinfected and bandaged. If you can make it through without any complaints, I’ll give you a treat. Sound good?”

His head reattaches to his head but his hand floats down to grip his chin, “A treat? What kind of treat?”

“A nice one. We got a deal?”

With a nod, Buggy reassembles himself and sits still as you inspect each cut and bruise. Washing away the dirt and dried blood, applying a salve on the wounds, and wrapping each one in a bandage or long, woven cotton wrap to soak up any leaking from the cuts. A hushed song brews in your throat and without realizing it, you start to emit the tune from your lips as you patch him up.

Buggy watches you closely as you lightly hum to yourself while you work. Normally, he would literally talk his ass off about anything and everything – but watching you treat him so tenderly has his mouth dry and his mind quiet. Trying to understand the feelings in his chest that you cause him to have with your firm but kind personality. Not understanding why you treat him with such dignity and warmth despite his antics; you’re one of the few people who sees through his bullshit but you also accept it, encourage it even. In his brain playing back all his interactions with you over the last year that you’ve been on his crew to better understand what your deal is.

His eyes bug out of his head for a moment, a memory unearthing itself. With Alvida.

“I think the new doc likes you, Bugs,” she tilted her cowboy covered head at Buggy. When he gave her a confused look, she scoffed and used her head to gesture at you sitting at the bar with his most trusted men. “You’re telling me that you’ve NEVER noticed how much time they manage to spend with you, or how they always talk you up? That they know almost everything about you that not even your own crew knows about?” Buggy scoffed, “Most of my crew are idiots, why would I tell those morons anything?” Alvida gave him a bewildered look, “Then why do you share anything with the doc?” “I don’t share EVERYTHING!” “Oh no? So you haven’t spilled to them how Emperor Shanks is the only man you can respect as the next King of the Pirates?” His hands flew to her face and smothered her speech, “QUIET YOU DAMN WOMAN!”

Buggy felt like an idiot.

That was maybe three months ago.

“All done. You should heal up in no time but if you feel worse, you know where to find me.”

Buggy brought his hand to the back of his neck, “Yeah. Sure.” He wasn’t sure how to pivot from being a crybaby patient to a flashy guy with rizz when he suddenly felt…overly aware of how he acts around you. To be perceived by you and now knowing that you were perceiving him.

“Wh-where’s my treat?”

“Oh that’s right I do owe you a nice one. Wait right here.”

His mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to plan, trying to scheme a charming personality in 2-seconds flat as he watches you go to your desk and pull out a dark bottle. Buggy didn’t notice how attractive your face is as he did just now. He always thought you were the most attractive in the crew in general, but now he was seeing your face. And he found that…he actually quite liked it.

Your step falters are you become aware of his intense stare. You feel…insecure suddenly. Is there something gross on your face or scrubs? Does he not like liquor suddenly? Oh no, is your hair messy?? With a trembling hand you tuck some loose hair behind your ear and lightly touch your scrub as you present the bottle.

“An aged rum that I nicked from our last raid. I hear it’s a grossly expensive brand.”

Buggy took the bottle and rolls it in his hands quietly, not saying anything at all. You watch him nervously, anxiety eating at your gut, a hot flush spreading behind your ears and the back of your neck. You know for a fact that Buggy likes expensive things, no matter what it is. Even if he hates what it actually is, like that time he tried bull fighting fish caviar. He was laid up in your office for a week after that one. He still keeps a preserved jar around, just so he can say he has it on hand.

“I hear it goes well with steak, or something,” you mumble, confidence draining away slowly.

He perks up to that, “Steak? Oh yeah, yes that does sound like a good pairing.” He stands up from the cot and shifts on his feet.

Buggy the Star Clown is shooting his shot.

“If I make Cabaji cook up a few steaks, would you…be interested in joining me for dinner? A flashily impromptu date?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, that being the last thing you expect to hear from him. You had been certain that you would have to ask him out yourself with all the hints and nudges you gave him in the past seemed to go, well, right over his head.

“Oh! Y-yes that sounds nice!”

Smiling, Buggy turns to exit. Passing through the threshold he turns back to add, “I’ll pick you up at your cabin later. Escort you to the dining hall and all that jazz.” He ducks out of the room.

You’re glad he isn’t there anymore because your knees weaken and you grab the cot in support. Thrilled, you look at your schedule and decide to close up early. The injured would have to stay injured on their time, you had an important date tonight.

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conchcronch · 4 months

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Sword Swallower - Part 1

LA!BuggyxYou

You and Buggy have been close friends for years, never crossing an unspoken boundary, that is, until the alcohol is flowing and Buggy is feeling sorry for himself.

NSFW under cut

The cool sea air guides the Big Top across the waves as the party rages on. A raid as successful as today’s deserves a real celebration. Everyone is clinking steins, merrily singing sea shanties as they drunkenly attempt to dance and not tip over. You carefully let the silver sword slide down your throat, hearing your fellow crew mates rally until the hilt is on either side of your mouth, the cold metal feeling refreshing against your chapped lips. You turn so your back is facing the audience before slowly bending backwards as you had done a thousand times. Expecting a certain Captain to be standing there waiting to pull the sword from your gullet, but to your surprise he isn’t there. Someone quickly takes the opportunity, pulling the sword from your mouth and showing it off drunkenly. You spot him, standing at the back of the ship, staring into the dark water, paying your performance no mind.

“You didn’t even see my performance,” You bound over, hopping off the makeshift stage and through the crowd of your crew mates until he looks up at you for half a second, “I was going to let you pull the sword out, you love that.” He’s very uncharacteristically staring off into the dark waters, away from everyone. He takes a long gulp of his beer, barely acknowledging you.

“Sorry Doll,” He swirls his drink, staring into the dark ale as if it had the answers to every one of his questions.

“You okay, you never miss out on our performances.” You nudge him with your hip before standing next to him, looking out at the water with him. Standing so close your shoulders are touching the brocade fabric of his worn coat.

“Still no map.”

“We’ll find it Bugs, but other than that it was a pretty successful raid.” You spin around to face him, arching your back over the railing of the ship, enjoying the breeze against your alcohol warmed cheeks.

“I don’t care about all this,” he vaguely waves his hand in the direction of the party, “I just want my fuckin’ map.” He angrily tosses his stein into the black waters before crossing his arms and huffing out a sigh.

You lean forward, pressing a hand to his forehead, then bringing your other to his cheek, feigning concern, only muttering a ‘hm’ every so often to upkeep the ruse.

“What are you doing,” he finally asks.

“Checking to see if you have a fever, because the great captain Buggy would never say he didn’t care about treasure unless he was knocking on death’s door.” You smile at him when he rolls his eyes. Your hand slips from his forehead to rest on his cheek, feeling his stubble scratch against your hand. “We’ll find it, I know it.” He can’t take his eyes off you. Enamored by the way your bouncy curls frame your face perfectly. The curls you had worked on for an hour while sitting on the ground in front of the full length mirror in his quarters.

His eyes slip down your form, taking in your black baby doll dress, your black and white striped thigh highs that he had suggested and the clunky boots that had seen better days. “Wanna’ know how I know?” He huffs a laugh before dryly saying,

“Sure.”

“Because you’re the genius jester, Buggy the Clown!” You lean in close, the alcohol causing you to forget where you are as you press a kiss to his nose. Something you had done many times in private when he needed extra reassurance. As you pull back you can see his eyes are hooded, clearly not caring about the crew celebrating behind you.

Before your alcohol fogged brain can process it, he pulls you into a kiss. He balls the back of your dress in his hands as you’re flush against him. Your hands are trapped between your chests, grabbing onto his vest. His mouth tastes like ale and you know your’s probably tastes the same.

As quickly as it started he’s pushing you back, the sound of the crew whistling and yelling at the two of you feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over you. “Just fuck already!” Was the only quip you caught as he wipes his mouth on the arm of his coat and plasters on his practiced grin, makeup smudged.

“Thanks for the practice, Sweets! You’ll get there, keep at it!” He walks backwards towards the door leading to his private quarters. He turns on his heel and you can feel the twisting burn of rejection hot in your gut.

Everyone goes back to their conversations and partying and you feel as though someone flipped the spotlight off at the end of the show and you’re left alone center stage. Heavy footsteps pull you out of your thoughts just long enough to see Cabaji, arm outstretched with a pint. You grab it, knocking it back in one go, sucking air in through your teeth. You never liked beer, but it feels like the searing feel of rejection is temporarily cooled by the amber liquid.

“Another,” You say, following Cabaji through the freaks towards the keg that had been brought aboard.

Part 2

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