#cupcake x buggy

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Finally nearing this part in "Present Tense" so I need to watch the episode for research.

The research:

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Stealing His Coat [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: oc insert, fem reader, Buggy shouting, language, just a short, cute thing I thought of

a/n: I saw a fic that was about stealing Buggy’s jacket, and conveniently I was just thinking about wearing Buggy’s jacket myself so I decided to write about it lollllll

Buggy was flipping the whole ship upside down at this point, just to find where he misplaced his coat. “God damn it if one of you fuckers THREW MY COAT- IN THE OCEAN, I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR DICK OFF.” Buggy looked around on the deck again, then growled while clenching his jaw.

He then quickly snapped his gaze upwards when he heard giggling above him. Y/n was looking down at him from one of the crow’s nests, wearing his tan, fur jacket. Buggy inhaled, then let out an amused, annoyed, breathy laugh. “Ok. That’s cute.. now, give it back, Y/n.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked, acting oblivious but she knew she was pissing Buggy off. She was the only person on Buggy’s ship who would get away with doing stuff like this and still be on Buggy’s good side. Buggy inhaled and exhaled sharply again, then held his hands out, “Babe, give me my jacket.” He was smiling, but the look in his eyes would tell anybody that he was seriously about to snap.

“Hmm.” Y/n rested her arms on the ledge of the crow’s nest, looking off as if she was thinking, before looking down at him and grinning, “No.. I think I wanna keep wearing it.”

Buggy looked down, chuckling breathily and licking his teeth before growling and looking back up at Y/n, “You do this-.. every, damn, DAY. GIVE IT BACK!!” He shouted angrily at her. Y/n looked at Buggy with a dreamy look on her face, as much as she loved him— she thought he was so hot when he was mad. As much as he yelled, shouted and swore at her over silly things like these— she knew he would never purposely hurt her. He was her bitter, handsome clown and that’s what she loved about him, “Nooo.” She scrunched her nose at him, then giggled again.

Buggy growled and walked in a circle for a moment to think then he looked back up at her “Why don’t I get you your own jacket,” he tried to reason with his girlfriend. Buggy obviously wouldn’t get her the same one as his own.. he had to be the one to stand out of course, it was a fabulous jacket and Y/n was already hot enough as it was he didn’t want her getting more attention than she already got.

“I don’t want my own jacket, I want this one.” Y/n replied back to him, almost like a bratty child which made Buggy inhale through his teeth and laugh again. He put his hands on his hips. “Well you can’t have that one, cupcake.. that’s my coat.” He smiled at her. Then suddenly, his arms popped off and floated up towards her, grabbing the collar of the jacket and trying to pull it off of her himself, “Now give it back you little shit!” Buggy growled from below.

Y/n squeaked, stepping back and holding onto the jacket, holding it closed tightly to her chest so Buggy’s arms couldn’t peel it off of her body, “No!!” She tried pulling Buggy’s arms away, but he kept trying to yank and wiggle the jacket off of her. It was akin to a fight, Y/n trying to struggle away from Buggy, keeping a firm hold of the jacket while he was firmly holding it as well— trying to get it off of her.. “Move your hands!” Buggy growled through gritted teeth.

“STOP! You’re hurting me!!” Y/n lied.

It surprisingly got Buggy to pause for a second, anger leaving his face momentarily as he angled his head upwards some more to see what happened.. did he accidentally hurt her? He grimaced for a second before Y/n threw herself out of the crows nest and began to run to the lower deck.

Buggy immediately got pissed again and ran after her, “HEY!” his arms connected back to his body mid run, only his hands chasing after her this time. He grabbed her by the back of the jacket collar and lifted her up, like a kitten being held up by its scruff.

Buggy’s free hand connected back to his arm while the one holding Y/n brought her back to him so that he was holding her slightly above him. His brows were furrowed, his gorgeous eyes glaring at her like daggers, his jaw clenched. Y/n nearly melted as he glared at her, god he was attractive..

Without another word, Buggy dropped her back on the ground, his hand back on his wrist as he yanked the jacket off of her shoulders, and slid it off of her arms. “What the hell is with you and trying to steal my clothes.” He grumbled as he put his jacket onto his own body, looking down at his troublesome girlfriend. “It’s not stealing, it’s just borrowing.” Y/n giggled, she really couldn’t help it, she just felt so snug wearing Buggy’s clothing, plus the fact that they had his scent was a bonus.

“‘Borrowing’, my ass..” Buggy scoffed and put his hand around Y/n’s waist, walking her back to the deck. Y/n grinned and leaned up to kiss Buggy on the cheek, his stubble scraping over her lips just a bit, but that was the best part. A smile tugged at Buggy’s lips after that, his demeanor changing from moments ago.

[short-honey-badger]

Forgetful Valentine's

The long awaited fic! I do hope you all enjoy what I've whipped up!

Everyone have an amazing Valentine's Day! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairings!: Sir Crocodile x AFAB Reader.

Quick summary : Crocodile is hard at work trying to get the Cross Guild up and running and accidentally forgets that it's Valentine's Day.

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Buggy Town was lively as usual. Almost Everyone here belonged to the cowardly clown’s crew, but a few select members had elected to stay loyal to Crocodile. The ex-warlord strolled through the tall tents toward the middle of town where real construction had begun. He had a hand in each building, deciding what and where needed to be built first. Mihawk was uninterested in this side of running the guild, and Buggy was far too incompetent to use a hammer, much less direct a building crew made out of pirates.

Crocodile made his way to the largest building, a hotel slash bar of sorts that housed him and the other leaders of the Cross Guild. It'd been a couple of days since the devil fruit user had been able to rest his head, and he was thrilled at the thought of getting to see you, his wife. The two of you have been together since his relocation to Alabasta, been married for around eight years now. Impel Down and Marineford had been life-changing for both of you, but things were beginning to look up with the formation of the Cross Guild.

Only the people Crocodile thought worthy enough to see him with his walls down knew that he was a bit of a romantic at heart. You were obviously one of them, and he couldn't wait to get back to their personal room, curl his huge frame around you, and go to sleep.

However, Crocodile couldn't help but think that he was forgetting something important- he just couldn't figure out what. He sighs heavily and pushes open the door to the hotel, and his cigar would have fallen out of his mouth if he had not clenched his teeth.

The entire lobby has been decorated in PINK. There are paper hearts and streamers everywhere, and someone has even made cupcakes with cutesy designs. There is a massive banner that spans across the bar, where Buggy and his crew sit at the bar, drinking and having a swell time, and Crocodile feels his heart drop. It's Valentine's Day, and he forgot.

Crocodile has nothing ready, nothing prepared for you. He's been far too busy dealing with the new shipment of crops and lumber coming in. The ex-warlord swears under his breath and spins on his heel, mind working quickly to try and find a solution.

Any other year, Crocodile has gone all out for you. Back in Alabasta, he'd wake you with flowers and a sweet breakfast, keeping the day open just for the two of you. Then he would take you out for an extravagant date, only to bring you back to the casino to feed you expensive fruits and worship you from head to toe. Before the night was over, he would run the two of you a bath, making sure it suited you perfectly before gently cleaning his love of the day's events.

All that changed after Straw Hat came and wreaked all of his plans, but right now, none of that mattered. Crocodile needed to find something - anything to give you. He's already wasted the majority of the day and cursed himself for not realizing what today was again. He could only hope that you would be forgiving.

Crocodile flies out of the hotel, dropping into sand and scattering out through Buggy Town. He comes back together when he finds Mihawk, knowing that the other man would have some fancy, expensive wine lying around somewhere.

The swordsman cocks a brow at him, looking thoroughly unimpressed at Crocodile's sudden entrance. Mihawk takes in the older man's rather erratic appearance.

“Can I help you?”

Crocodile smooths his hair back, settling back into nonchalance. He doesn't want the haunty man's help, but he doesn't have many options at the moment.

“I need a favor, a bottle of wine - strawberry, your most expensive brand.”

Mihawk shifts his weight, crossing his arms and leaning back against the crates behind him. It's not every day that Crocodile of all people comes asking for a favor.

“Why?”

The taller man flicks the ash from his cigar, eyes flickering to the darkening sky. He inhales deeply, lungs filling with smoke and then leaking up into the air. Fuck. This was embarrassing.

“I forgot it was Valentine's Day. I can't show up empty-handed,” Crocodile grumbles and huffs in annoyance when he sees the amused smirk on Mihawk’s face.

“You? Why celebrate such an unnecessary holiday?” Hawkeye inquires, but his eyes shine in mischief. Mihawk knows exactly the reason, but he can't help but want to pick on the other man.

Patience running thin, Crocodile glares down at the pompous bird who looks too smug for his own good.

“Because I don't take the one I love for granted,” he snarls down at Mihawk and revels in the look of anger that flashes across his face before it disappears. They glare at one another before the swordsman ultimately sighs and rolls his eyes as he is being asked to do the most unfortunate thing in the world.

“Fine,” Mihawk drawls and turns on to march back to the hotel, “Only because your wife deserves to have a nice Valentine's.”

Wine now in hand, Crocodile stalks to the back and into the kitchens. He demands the cooks whip up a platter of fine fruits and cheeses, simple things that he knows that you like. As he steps back into the lobby, he catches sight of the rack of cupcakes that sit far too close to Buggy for his liking. He sighs as he steps over to the figurehead of the Cross Guild, clearing his throat and smirking around his cigar at the way the clown shrieks and breaks into pieces.

Crocodile snatches up a cupcake, transferring the bottle of wine to a helpful pile of sand that he summons without a thought, “Who made these?”

Buggy looks about to die in his spot when he raises his hand, cheeks coloring bright red in embarrassment as he admits to baking the cupcakes. Crocodile scoffs at the goofball of a man who somehow became an emperor of the sea.

“Of course you did,” he sneers before turning on his heel and loping upstairs, leaving behind a befuddled and terrified Buggy.

The gator is uncharacteristically nervous when he arrives in front of his door. He can hear soft music playing from within, and his scar pulls tight around his nose when a wince crosses his face. The song is slow and crooning, one that he recognizes as one of the few that you play when you are feeling upset with him. Shit.

I’ve lost all ambition

For worldly acclaim

I just want to be the one you love

Crocodile steps through the door, brows pulling up at the sight of soft lighting and delicate decorations that are just a bit tacky. He cracks a tiny grin, and stubs out his cigar in the nearest ashtray, though the effort you’ve put in here just makes the ex-warlord feel guilty. On he goes, passed the living room, and out to the small balcony where he can still hear the slow tune of the song.

And with your admission

That you feel the same

I’ll have reached the goal I’m dreaming of

You sit in one of the chairs that have been set outside, blanket wrapped tight around your body, and turn when you hear the door slide open. Crocodile catches your eyes, and his shoulders slump in relief when you reward him with a soft smile full of love. You stand, dropping your blanket, and come to his side, simply happy that your husband has made it home before the end of the day.

Crocodile drapes himself over you, setting the wine bottle and cupcake away and then curling his arm around you tightly. He lifts you, tucking his hooked arm under your legs, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in so that you can seal your lips to his, sighing in relief at feeling the man you loved close again. You know that he is busy, and you try not to let how much his absence hurts, but you hadn’t thought that Crocodile would have forgotten Valentine's Day.

You rest your brow against his own when the ex-warlord parts from you, letting out a quiet giggle when he presses a smattering of kisses to your cheeks and nose, though when he stops, you can see the regret still shimmering in his purple eyes.

“Forgive me, doll,” Crocodile rumbles against your lips, “Getting the guild up and running has taken too much of my attention away from you.”

You smile at him, a soft quirk of your lips that Crocodile had fallen in love with over time. He once thought you were mocking him with that easy expression, but now it is one that he cherishes above all else.

“There is nothing you need to apologize for, baby,” you coo softly and smooth a hand along his jaw, feeling the days-old stubble there. You trace the scar that runs along his nose and cheekbones, “I know that you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

Crocodile huffs, leaning into the hold you have on him, “That’s no excuse. You deserve better than this. If I’d remembered, we wouldn’t be spending this evening in the hotel surrounded by fools.”

“It's not very nice to speak about your co-workers like that,” you tease your husband, and the gator just rolls his eyes skyward.

“As if either of them contribute to the guild,” Crocodile grouches and shrugs out of his heavy overcoat and settles into the chair, situating you into a more comfortable position in his lap. Below the chair, sand shifts and slides back inside and to the cellarette. He retrieves two wine glasses and his hand reforms with the stems tucked between his fingers.

“Impressive as always,” you quip and take the glasses, resting them beside the wine and cupcake that you are just now noticing. Your smile turns into a delighted grin, and you snatch up the bottle, reading the label, “You got my favorite!”

Crocodile gives you a smug smirk, feeling proud of himself for doing at least something right tonight, “Thank Mihawk later. He’s the one who had it lying around.”

He disintegrates the cork of the dark bottle and pours them both a generous amount of the pale pink wine, handing you your glass first and then taking up his own, “The cooks are making you that little snack tray you like so much. Always eating like a little mouse.”

You snort at the old nickname, “Not my fault that fruit, cheese, and bread go so well together.”

Crocodile keeps a steady hand on your hip when you lean back over and pick up the cupcake, examining the bright pink icing and chocolate cake, “Who made this?”

The sigh Crocodile disperses is earth-shattering, and you raise a brow at his dramatics, only to smirk when he hisses, “Buggy.”

“See, your business partners are good for something, right?” You point out and take an obvious sip of your wine, then examine the cupcake, wondering which angle to go in at to create the least mess.

Crocodile snatches the cupcake from your hand, setting it back on the table. He didn’t trust you not to get crumbs everywhere, “Enough, you’ve made your point. Be grateful, hmm?”

You scoff at his audacity to think that you would ever be ungrateful for anything the devil fruit user got for you. You quickly decide to show your husband just how grateful you can be by being obnoxious, of course.

You drape yourself over Crocodile’s chest with a dramatic sigh, shifting to cradle his face in both of your hands to press your lips to his in a lip-smacking kiss, “Thank you so much for the wine and snacks to come my sweet, dear husband! What would I ever do without you?”

“Be wineless and snackless,” Crocodile rumbles and snickers at your dramatic display. Seas does he love his wife, so opposite to him, but with a unique outlook on life that he has always admired.

You laugh, catching him in another kiss before settling back down. Crocodile pours you another glass, and you sip it with a suspicious look, “Are you trying to get me drunk, Sir Crocodile?”

The grin that you receive is dastardly, and you are tugged impossibly closer, almost spilling your drink if not for the grip you had on the delicate stim. You shiver when that dangerous hook finds the edge of your dress, and send Crocodile a soft glare when you hear it begin to rip. Cool air meets your thighs when he rips it further, and he leans in, lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

“If I recall, you quite like it when I take advantage of you, Doll,” He rumbles, and his flesh hand smooths up your thigh, thumb dipping in between the juncture of your legs and stroking the soft skin there. Crocodile longs to feel your plush thighs wrapped around his waist or his head. The ex-warlord wasn’t picky. He presses his cheek to his wife’s, breathing you in and leaving a lingering kiss to your ear, “Or am I remembering incorrectly?”

A breathy laugh escapes you, and you turn your face, lips finding his stubbled cheek, “No, you remember correctly.”

You think about teasing him about the fact that he had forgotten what today was but cast the thought away when you lean back and catch sight of the dark circles under his eyes. Your husband looks tired, and your tipsy, lust-filled mind is swiftly reminded that this is the first time that Crocodile has been back to the hotel in days.

The gator raises a brow when he catches the change in your expression, and he sighs as he is subjugated to your concerned fretting until a knock on the door grabs his attention. Crocodile sets you on your feet, hands off his glass to you, and suggests you gather the wine and join him inside.

By the time you make it inside, Crocodile is shutting the door and lopes over to the sitting area where you’ve sat your bounty on the center table. The tray of snacks joins the wine and sweet treat, and Crocodile presses a quick kiss to the top of your head, “Get ready for me while I change, Dear.”

Crocodile smirks at the way you flush at the husk of his voice, and satisfaction curls hot in his chest at still being able to make you blush like a virgin even after all these years.

“Yes, Sir,” You breathe, and his cock twitches in interest. Crocodile leaves before he can say fuck it and go straight to the main course.

With your husband gone, you take in a deep breath and set to “getting ready” as he ordered you to do, which surmounted to waiting for him to get back so that he could manhandle you how he wanted. You help yourself to another glass and pick at the charcuterie board - eating the cupcake too while you’re at it - you’ve already eaten, but you were never one to turn away food.

The sight of your husband dressed down in black sleep pants with a cigar hanging from between his teeth - he’s even taken off his golden hook for the night - makes you smile, affection, and love for the dangerous man who used to infuriate you at every turn. Now, only you had the honor of seeing the suna suna user like this, all soft and intimate, and all for you, his wife.

Crocodile sighs as he settles on the floor where you’ve strewn out pillows and thick blankets, making a cozy pallet for the two of you. He rests his back on the couch, extending his hookless arm along the cushions and taking up his filled glass. He watches you pick over to the record player and switch songs, smirking when the husky voice of the female artist fills the room. You settle back in his lap, and he wraps his left arm securely around your waist.

Your fingers find his scared wrist and trace gentle patterns there. You rest against him and quietly ask him about how the last couple of days have been. You listen to your husband grouch about the incompetent fools he works with a fond grin, occasionally rising to pick at the snack board and feed your overworked ex-warlord just to get him to pause in his rants. You chime in here and there and offer one last time if he wants your help, but Crocodile denies you like every other time.

“I won’t have you out there around those heathens when I can’t be there to protect you. Mr. 3 and Daz are the only two I trust around here,” Crocodile grumbles and pushes away the cracker and cheese combination you offer him. He smirks as he watches you shrug and eat it for yourself.

“Once I get a more stable network, then we can talk about getting you back out there.”

You huff, but agree for now, not willing to argue with the stubborn man right now. You blink when your world suddenly spins, and the next thing you know, your husband is looming over you, scar scrunching up as he grins meanly down at you.

“Enough about work, Doll. I’ve held myself back for your sake, but I’m done being patient,” Crocodile rumbles and stabilizes himself with his left elbow, trailing his flesh hand up your knee and pushing your dress up and around your hips. Saliva pools in his mouth at the sight of smooth thighs, your panties hugging your mound and leaving little to the imagination. He wants to mark you up like his personal canvas and paint you with bites and hickies so that everyone would know who you belong to.

He leans back just enough to tug your dress up and over your head, tossing it behind him the moment it leaves your head. Crocodile hums, pleased at the sight of your bare breasts, though he would have liked to have seen you nice and dolled up for him, “What have I told you about wearing the lingerie I bought you?”

You blush and shake your head, “It just gets in the way.”

“Ku ha-hah, If you would give it a chance, then maybe you would change your mind,” Crocodile grumbles at you and then leans down to mouth at your collar bone, nipping at the delicate skin there. His hand splays across your side, and he slides it down your hip to hook into your underwear. He tugs them down, growing impatient when his cock throbs in his pants.

Any thoughts of arguing about lingerie are whipped from your mind when those sharp teeth of his find one of your nipples and bites. You curse, one hand gripping his shoulder and the other sliding into his hair, nails biting sharply into his olive skin. The tip of his tongue curls around your nipple, sucking gently to ease the sharp pain.

With your underwear out of the way, Crocodile hooks his fingers around your thigh and tugs your legs open, hooking your left one over his hip. The tips of his fingers dig into your inner thigh, and you moan when he nips your nub before releasing the abused flesh and lean your head back to expose your throat when he noses forward. He sucks dark marks into your skin, leaving behind a painting that only your husband would have the pleasure of viewing.

Crocodile drags his hand down your thigh, growling low in his throat when you dig your nails into his scalp again. The tips of his fingers find your cunt, and he slides his middle finger through your folds, smirking against your skin when he feels how wet you are for him. He leans up and sucks his finger into his mouth for half a second, soaking it thoroughly before sliding it back down and finding your entrance with practiced ease.

“Fuck,” you hiss, and your hips jerk at the sudden stretch. Crocodile was a large man, bigger than the average at the least, and that meant everything on him matched his height. His fingers, usually decorated with rings, were long and thick, and the gator knew how to use them to bring you over the edge until you were begging for his cock.

“Too much?” Crocodile grunts out from where he has leaned back to lave his tongue along your throat, sharp teeth nipping, “But you can take it even if it was, couldn’t you, sweetheart?”

You jerk your head in a nod, deliriously with wanton lust, “Of course, Sir. Whatever you wanted from me.”

He laughs against your skin, and then he is moving up to shove his tongue past your lips, groaning at the mixed taste of you and sweet strawberry wine. You suck on the thick muscle that fills your mouth, jaw aching at the way Crocodile doesn't let up. Your thighs shake when he adds another finger, the pace brutal and impatient.

“C-croc, please,” you plead when he pulls away, lips red and smeared with spit, “You're not the only one who's been waiting.”

Crocodile gives you a smirk, not needing to be told twice. You unwrap your arms from his neck, and he sits back on his knees, thumb hooking into the elastic of his pants, pulling them down, and you watch his impressive length spring free. Your mouth fills with saliva, and if you didn't want your husband inside you so badly, you would demand he sit back so you could suck him off.

Instead, you reach out and wrap your hand around the thick base, smirking when you feel him pulse in your hand. You squeeze gently, eyes landing on the thick precum that leaks from his tip. Crocodile rumbles above you, sounding like the animal that he is named after, and the sound sends shocks straight to your core.

Done with your playing, you sit back and tighten your legs around his waist, causing the big man to rock forward.

“Fuck me, Crocodile. Make it up to me for almost missing Valentine's.”

Crocodile's grin is nasty and mean, sharp teeth pearly and on display, “As my wife demands.”

With those words, Crocodile bats your hand away from his cock and takes himself in hand. He guides himself forward, hissing at how tight of a fit you are, swallowing him down until his hips pressed flush against your own. Crocodile lingers for half a second before he is pulling out, dragging along your walls before slamming back in.

You shout, head falling back to the pillows below as Crocodile sets a back breaking pace. You hold on to his shoulders to dear life, his hand tight around your hip to keep you still as he fucks into your cunt. He shifts his knees under you, arm moving to wrap around your waist, keeping you close as he moves to kneel on the ground. This position pushes him impossibly deeper, and you lean forward to rest your sweaty brow against his chest.

Crocodile bounces you on his cock, bodily moving you up and down, and you feel that hot coil of pleasure snap inside of you when your clit grinds wonderfully against his pelvis. He doesn't stop, growling as you clench tight around him and snapping his hips up, dragging his length against your sweet spot.

“You should see yourself,” Crocodile snarls above you, and bends, pressing his cheek to yours, “Stuffed so full with my cock. You like it when I'm rough, don't you baby?”

You nod eagerly, teeth clenched tightly when your husband tightens his grip in your waist and holds you down while he grinds up. You come quickly after that, hands tight around his shoulders and nails digging into Crocodile’s back.

His pace becomes erratic, and Crocodile can feel himself starting to get close. His wife feels too good, and he doesn't fight it when that heat snaps, pulling you down and shoving in to fill you up to the brim. You watch him, taking in the blissed out way, his brows furrowed and his sharp teeth clench. He paints you from the inside, and the two of you look down at where you are connected to see a mix of slick and semean leak out and stain your thighs.

The two of you stay like that until Crocodile grows soft and he slips out of your fucked out pussy with a quiet groan. You stay draped over him, unwilling to move, and feeling exhausted. The gator huffs at you, though he can't pick when Crocodile lets out a jaw cracking yawn. He stands with a heavy sigh, unbothered by the mess left behind as he lopes to the bathroom.

Crocodile switches arms, tucking his handless arm under your ass to keep you help up while he flicks on the tub. It's too hot for him when he steps into the huge tub, but he knows that you wouldn't tolerate anything cooler than molten lava. He adjusts you so that you are mostly submerged, big frame relaxing against the edge of the tub.

He smooths your hair away from your face, a soft smile playing on his lips when he catches your eyes. He leans in and presses his lips to your brow, “I love you, Doll.”

You grin, eyes falling shut, and you press yourself as close as you can to your husband, lips grazing his chest, “I love you too, Crocodile.”

The ex-warlord hums low, a smirk appearing, but you can still see the slight discontent in his eyes. Today isn't how he would have liked it to go, and you both know it. He tucks you close, head leaning back.

“I won't forget next year.”

[writingmysanity]

Missed it

happy birthday my friend! I hope you enjoy this, and that I did your man some justice!! @sordidmusings

Pairing: Buggy x reader

TW: none, buggy is an idiot. We love him anyway.

A/N: This is my first time writing the fool of a clown, so I am sorry if he isn't quite himself. Growing pains and all. You understand. Thank you @fanaticsnail for reading this over for me. You're an angel.

“You’re sure?” you do little to hide the hope in your voice. Buggy doesn't try to hide the smile that twitches at his lips, a small soft thing that has only ever been just for you. 

“I am sure, Doll,” he hums. “Your day is your day – you will be the star of the show.”

“I just want it to be you and me,” you admit quietly. A small thing – quiet, personal, private. He nods. 

“You and me.” 

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The rise and fall of voices lulls into a single sound, clashing cheers mixes with the distant shatter just beyond the line of sight. Each of them nearly shouting over the others with various overly indulged tales of their plunders earlier in the day. Sighing, you down the rest of your drink, shaking your head when yet another one of your crew mates offers to refill your mug. 

“I think i'll call it a night,” you mumble when Cabaji tries in vain to refill it anyway. He looks at you oddly. You have never been one to turn down a celebration. Yet, he doesn't stop you as you start to walk away. He misses the way your eyes flicker to the familiar mop of blue hair as his laughter rings out above the rest, calling for another round of drinks. 

You should have expected this, he is always the life of the party. It doesn't stop the sting. 

Just one day, you sigh, biting back your bitterness as you flop back against your bed. Am I not worth him remembering just one day? 

It isn't as if he doesn't care, you know he does. He just tends to be forgetful, too wrapped up in the limelight to keep dates at the forefront of his mind most times. Another island, another haul, another celebration. Another day. 

Head lulling to the side, you spot the cupcakes you had made last night. Just two, one for each of you. The time you spent calculating and recalculating the recipe to make just the two tiny cakes took you much longer than you are willing to admit. 

It took so much longer than if you had just made the original, normal amount in the first place. But you wanted to be selfish, you didn't want to share. Not your cake, your birthday or your man. 

The flashy fool you grouch to yourself as you roll out of bed. 

You refuse to let your day waste away because he forgot it. 

Settling in at the small table, you reach for the pack of matches you left off to the side this morning. Shaking it, you huff at the weight. You'll need more soon. There is only one left. Shrugging it off, you light it, watching the fire flicker for a moment before leaning it towards the candle.

“Happy birthday to me,” you sing weakly, choking back the disappointment as you close your eyes. Huffing, you rub at your thighs, feeling silly. You're much too old for childish wants and wishes. Nothing will come of it. 

And yet, you make a wish. 

The whispered request settles into the silence of the room, almost drowned out by the distant celebration. By his laughter. 

You can't help the way the wave of emotion hits you at the sound. Your hand lifts to cover your mouth, to muffle the sob that wretches from your chest. Curling in on yourself, you rest your head to the table, letting the tears fall. Laying there, you watch the candle flicker, shuddering from the force of your hiccuped cries, the flames blurring slightly from the tears as you sit up again. 

Taking a deep breath, you whisper your wish again before leaning forward to blow out the candle. You sit there in silence, letting his laughter ring out around you for a while longer before you pull yourself to the bed. Tomorrow will be better. You can forgive him tomorrow. 

Hell remember, right?

=========

The night is nearly over, the dull tug of dawn lightening the shadows from the sky, when Buggy finds himself stumbling back into your shared room. No matter how hard he tries, the drunken tilt of his steps thunder against the floors. Somehow, the sounds do not rouse you. 

Pausing for a moment, he stops to stare, watching the way your chest rises and falls in your sleep. He lets himself smile, leaning heavily against the wall as he takes you in. The moment doesn't last, the thick smell of something sweet hitting his nose. The scent rams against his senses, making his head swim and his vision cloud slightly, making him nauseous. Looking around, he frowns. 

Where is that coming from? 

His eyes glaze over the room, becoming increasingly agitated when he can't find the source, until his eyes fall to the table beside him. He freezes as his eyes fall on the two delicately decorated cupcakes resting there. His gaze flickers between the cakes and the bed, swallowing hard. 

That's tomorrow… right?

He eyes the burnt out match beside the cake with a candle in despair, feeling the overwhelming urge to cry. 

Fuck.

==========

Shifting in bed, you wince at the distant clatter followed by a curse. Buggy’s voice echoes harshly against the thin, wooden walls. Sighing, you sit up, half convinced that you had only fallen asleep for a few hours. Blinking slowly, you stare – the gentle wash of orange and red lingering on the panels of the window seat just on the other side of the bed, golden rays lighting the rest of the room. 

It's only then that you realize that there is no sound, none other than Buggy. 

Without thought, you’re to your feet and out the door when there is a slam followed by muffled curses. You wince at the distant chill of the wood against your bare feet, finding yourself leaning into the kitchen. Brows furrowed, you watch him as he rummages around. 

Ingredients are tossed about like he does with loot when he is looking for something specific, a total disregard to anything but what is currently plaguing his mind. He is unharmed, from what you can see, so you stay there watching, resisting the urge to yell at him for last night. When his head pops up again, you see it in his eyes. 

Panic. 

Frowning, you almost speak up, until you hear the words spilling from his lips. 

“You damn fool” he grouches to himself, picking up and moving things from one place to another. He is pacing around the kitchen, eyes wide as they flicker over everything around him. “You forgot you forgot you forgot.” He chastises himself over and over. 

It is only then that you tear your eyes from his fumbling form, blinking in surprise. There are balloons, the plastic spheres littering the ceiling, bobbling along as he rushes by. The kitchen is completely decorated, your favorite color splashed along every surface haphazardly. You can't help but eye the various bags cluttering the table top – each decorated to peak bedazzlement, bright and shiny papers glinting back in the early morning sun. 

“Why does it look like that?” He mourns out loud. Your eyes snap back to him, finding him with his head in his hands standing before what you assume is supposed to be a cake. The cake itself is crumbly, falling apart. He had tried to plaster it back together with frosting, but it seems that that had only made the cracks more obvious. Again, it looks as if he had tried to hide it, large clumps of icing half smeared around it, all of it melting before he is able to spread it properly. 

Pausing to take him in again, you soften. He is a mess, and not in his usual over dramatic way. His hair is tied back in a rush, half of it falling from the band he had used to pin it back. His brilliant red nose is nearly white, smeared with flour and icing. His clothes are covered in it, splotches of white, blue and green. 

“You iced it too early,” you answered him, your voice still heavy with sleep. “And from the looks of it, you took the cake out of the pan before it had cooled.” he jumps, his head literally twisting from his body as he jerks, eyes wide as it plops back onto his neck. 

“You’re awake,” he breathes as he fumbles to stand before you, trying in vain to smooth out his clothes. “I, uh…” you frown, the anger bubbling up again, seeing him avoid your eyes and the silence seems to linger more. Just as you're about to open your mouth, he begins again. 

“Please, just.. Let me…” he swallows, taking a breath. “I'm sorry.” he begins again, wringing his hands. “I was a fool, I let myself get so wrapped up in the celebrations that I forgot our – your – celebration.” he whispers out, wincing. “You deserve so much more, and I understand if you hate me–” 

“I don't hate you,” you cut him off sharply, eyes narrowing at him. “I am mad at you,” you correct him. “Those things are mutually exclusive, Buggy. I am allowed to be upset with you, it doesnt change the fact that I love you.” he nods his head so quickly that you are sure it will come bobbing off again, his eyes wide and pleading. 

Sighing heavily, you shake your head while rubbing at your eyes. You kick yourself for finding that you have already forgiven him, that you had forgiven him well before this. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you have yet to decide, you can't seem to stay angry with him for long. Especially after seeing what he's done to try and make it up to you. Smiling to yourself, you lift up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, a silent indication of your forgiveness. Automatically, his lips chase yours as you start to pull back, but he stops himself. 

“I truly meant to spend your day with you,” he says quietly, his tone almost begging you to believe him.  He looked around quickly, as if making sure that everything was still there. He wanted it to be perfect, and it had started out well, but things seemed to have quickly fallen apart as he started the cake. Literally. “I uh, I baked you a cake.” he motions to the baked goods, watching in despair as a large chunk slides from the side and down onto the plate with a distant thwap. 

“I… can't bake.” he admits, making you laugh. He relaxes some, lips twitching at the sound. 

“I know,” you agree, stepping towards the sad blob of icing. “Is it edible?” he shuffles over, staring at the offending item as if it had personally betrayed him. 

“I can't promise that.”

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tags list because requested @short-honey-badger

[rorywritesjunk]

Honestly the only thing I have going now is One Piece for fanfiction. And they are *all* Buggy. 😂 Thank you for the tag! I can't brain right now but I'm tagging @hey-august in this and anyone else who wants to jump in.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

File names.

baker story

slow burn request (cupcake x buggy)

present tense buggy x wife (Sunny x Buggy) (while I was writing Cupcake and Buggy, I almost used 'Present Tense' title for Sunny, but I loved it so much more for Cupcake)

Untitled (mostly random things tbh)

WIP Round

Thaaaaank you @gingernut1314 for the tag.

WIP Roundup

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'm new to all this writing stuff of yours :) And I have no idea what I'm doing :)

Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.

You've Got the Same Dream as Me Ch. 6-7

No pressure tags: @yujo-nishimura, @tiredemomama

[the-leech-lord]

STIMBOARD MASTERLIST PART 2

I reached the link limit on the first one

Monster Musume

Miia

Papi

Centorea

Mero

Suu

Rachnera

Dragonball Z

Son Goku

Vegeta

Piccolo

Jeice

Frieza

Ginyu

Trans Goku & Gay Vegeta

V the Series

The visitors

Ham Tyler

Willie

Transformers More Than Meets The Eye

Tarn

Dogengers

Yamashiron

El Brave

Yabai Kamen

Ohgaman

Undertale + AUs

Underfresh Sans

Aftertale Sans

Flowerfell Frisk

Underfell Papyrus

Underswap Sans

Nightmare Sans

Horrortale Sans

Reapertale Sans

Dusttale Sans

Sans and Papyrus

Errortale Sans

One Piece

Roronoa Zoro

Enel

Tony Tony Chopper

Crocodile

Iceburg

Blackleg Sanji

Bon Clay

Aokiji

Red Haired Shanks

Nami

Edward ‘Whitebeard’ Newgate

Franky

Caesar Clown

Robin

Doflamingo

Charlotte Cracker

Vinsmoke Ichiji

Vinsmoke Niji

Vinsmoke Yonji

Vinsmoke Reiju

Brook

Luffy X Buggy

Ichiji x Niji x Yonji

Gay & trans Luffy

Chopper eating drywall

RuPaul’s Drag Race

Nymphia Wind

Detox’s Season 5 promo look

Coco Montrese Season 5 Think Pink look

Q’s Season 16 Faster Pussycat, Wig Wig! Look

April Carrion Season 6 Best Drag look

Courtney Act Season 6 Animal Kingdom Couture Look

Charlie Hides Season 9 White Party Realness Look

Nina Bo’Nina Brown Season 9 Princess Fantasy Look

Anime

60 anime stimboard challenge

Yotsuba Nakano from The Quintessential Quintuplets

Beethoven from Classicaloid

Tohru from Miss Kobayashi’s Dragonmaid

Konata Izumi from Lucky Star

America from Hetalia

Death the Kid from Soul Eater

L from Death Note

Crimveal from Interspecies Reviewers

Miku day stimboards

Sand Planet by Hachi

StargazeR by Kotsuban-P

World is Mine by Ryo

Deep Sea Girl by Yuuyu-P

Senbonzakura by Kurousa-P

Slowmotion by Pinocchio-P

My Little Pony

Rainbow Dash

Cupcakes Pinkamena Diane Pie

Princess Cadence

DC Comics

Ambush Bug

Arkham Knight Riddler

Batman The Animated Series Riddler

Batman The Animated Series Two Face

Booster Gold

Reverse Flash

[buckysmischief]

I’m requesting Monsters- All Time Low ft. blackbear w/ Loki and my only ask is that you make either or both extra toxic and preferably a fucked up happy ending...but if you wanna hurt me? That’s perfect too

“Fuck up my life, please.”

Loki x Reader

Word Count: 588

Warnings: very toxic relationship, you've been warned

Masterlist | Want to make a request?

“You took everything from me.”

“You once said you’d be nothing without me, I was only keeping you to your word, darling.”

“Thank you so much, cupcake. How can I ever repay you?” You seethed. The life you made for yourself after leaving him went up in flames before your eyes once he found you.

“Come back to me.”

You scoffed at his ridiculous demand. “That’s all I ever do, and look at where it gets us! You lie like you need it to breath and I just let you do it, and you wanna know what? A sick part of you loves it. You’re the only person who can make me feel alive, but with or without you - because of you - I almost always feel dead inside.”

“If you would just listen to me more in the future-”

“You wanted me to go on an actual scucide mission and when I refused you made me relive every bad memory I have, hard pass. And there is no future, go back the way you came.” You said, turning to walk in the opposite direction.

You knew he was following you, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t excite you.

Sure, Loki was a selfish piece of shit and he’s ruined your life on many occasions. But you weren’t any different deep down. You’ve left him for dead after a couple of your fights, called the avengers on him when you caught him cheating. It was bad, really bad, and you both knew it - including how bad you were for each other, but that never mattered.

“One more chance, and under one condition.” He was beside you in a second, holding onto your every word. “Accept me as your equal or forget I exist. Completely start over and leave everything is the past, no negotiations, take it or leave it.

Loki hated not having the upper hand, but he knew you were right. No matter how many fights you’ve both endured and the mental wars you’ve put each other through, he knew a life with you was preferable with you in it. Not that he’d ever admit it outloud, but he didn’t want to imagine a world without out by his side, which was probably why he lashed out so much but that was a different issue for a different day.

“You see me as a monster, don’t you?” The question felt more like a statement, but you corrented him anyway.

“No, not anymore.” You stated truthfully, “Now I mostly see you as a rebellious, worn out child who wants to nap so badly but won’t because they’re too busy keeping everyone awake because they only know chaos.”

“That was oddly specific…”

“Yeah and you’re just odd,” you said under your breath. “So are we doing this or what? Cause if we are it’ll be the last time. Either we’ll get married or I’ll just have to unalive you, either way you should sleep with one eye open.”

“I’m starting to regret this- oh I’m just joking don’t give me that look. Tonight we make up,” he said with a wink, “and tomorrow we start new.”

“Fine, but I’m still going to pretend to hate you behind your back.”

“I’m more worried about what's going on behind your back darling.” He reached for your hand, ready to bring you back home. You grabbed it and laughed at his comment, spending the rest of the walk talking about how you were both going to start over this time.

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[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Masterlist for my writing- 2019 (aka THE WHOPPER)

This one took forever to make, so I desperately hope that every link works!!! 

Enjoy<3

Ace

‘Ace doesn’t die’ AU where his crush tackles him down and tearfully confesses to him on the battlefield- scenario

Ace reuniting with his pirate!s/o- headcanon

what Ace’s evening/night routine with you is like- headcanon

University!AU where you get down and dirty with Ace at a frat party- NSFW headcanon

Ace comforting his upset!s/o- scenario

Ace with a s/o who has a panic attack during sex- (somewhat) NSFW headcanon

Ace’s reaction to his crush climbing into bed with him- headcanon

is Ace a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- B E F G I

NSFW Alphabet- D J K W

Fluff Alphabet- A C E

Fluff Alphabet- D J M

Akainu

Akainu raising a little girl- headcanon

Tsundere!Akainu headcanon

Akainu falling in love with a pirate- scenario

Bartolomeo

cuddling headcanon

Barto’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Fluff Alphabet- K L O

Basil Hawkins

NSFW Alphabet- D M

Hawkins’ reaction to his girlriend showing him the ‘how is pregnant formed?’ video- modern!headcanon

Hawkins’ reaction to the World Government capturing and executing you after they spread some nasty rumors- headcanon

Hawkins with a muscular!s/o- headcanon

Hawkins with a male!s/o- NSFW headcanon

Hawkins getting a blowjob from his usually quiet and shy!s/o- NSFW headcanon

Benn Beckman

General NSFW headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- M Q S

Bellamy

Bellamy’s reaction to his girlriend showing him the ‘how is pregnant formed?’ video- modern!headcanon

Big Mom

Highschool AU- headcanon

how the Charlottes would deal with an amnesiac O-Lin- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- H K T U (for young!Linlin)

Blue Gilly

Blue Gilly finding out you’re pregnant- headcanon

Boa Sandersonia

General Relationship headcanon

Brook

Brook with a short s/o- headcanon

cuddling headcanon

Brook with a virgin!s/o- NSFW headcanon

some fluff headcanon

Brook with a pregnant!s/o- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- D M W

NSFW Alphabet- A C D F I (REMASTERED)

NSFW Alphabet- G J K P S

NSFW Alphabet- U V X Y Z

SFW Alphabet- C D J

Buggy D. Clown

Buggy with a crush on someone shy and younger- headcanon

General NSFW headcanon

Caesar Clown

Caesar’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Charlotte Amande

General SFW and NSFW headcanon

Amande with a male!s/o who has a Master/Slave kink- NSFW headcanon

Charlotte Broyé

Little Katakuri and Broyé visiting Brûlée at the hospital, shortly after she got her scar- scenario

AU where Brûlée dies and her sister Broyé takes her place- scenario

how Broye would act around Brûlée’s children- headcanon

Charlotte Brûlée

Highschool AU- headcanon

Little Katakuri and Broyé visiting Brûlée at the hospital, shortly after she got her scar- scenario

AU where Brûlée dies and her sister Broyé takes her place- scenario

how Broye would act around Brûlée’s children- headcanon

Charlotte Cracker

Cracker with a short s/o- headcanon

Yandere!Cracker headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

cuddling headcanon

what Cracker, Angel and Custard were like as children- headcanon

what kind of clothes Cracker would like to see his s/o in- headcanon

Cracker’s reaction to his smaller s/o hiding behind his back- headcanon

Cracker finding his (small) girlfriend trying on his clothes and pretending to be him- headcanon

Cracker meeting his biological father- headcanon

Cracker meeting Nojiko(CRACK)- headcanon

Cracker finding out you self-harm headcanon (trigger warning!)

Cracker’s reaction when you slap his ass(CRACK)- headcanon

Cracker’s reaction to you getting blinded by an enemy- headcanon

cockwarming with Cracker- NSFW headcanon

Cracker’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Cracker masturbating for you- NSFW scenario

what Cracker would be like as father- headcanon

Cracker’s reaction to the World Government capturing and executing you after they spread some nasty rumors- headcanon

Cracker meeting his biological father pt. 2- headcanon

Cracker’s sexuality- small headcanon

is Cracker a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- H

Charlotte Daifuku

General Relationship headcanon

Fluff Alphabet- C G P

Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri with a normal-sized s/o- SFW and NSFW headcanon

Highschool AU- headcanon

Katakuri with a younger s/o who likes older men- headcanon

Yandere!Katakuri headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

Little Katakuri and Broyé visiting Brûlée at the hospital, shortly after she got her scar- scenario

Katakuri with a badass s/o- headcanon

Katakuri with an introverted s/o- SFW and NSFW headcanon

Katakuri spending Valentine’s Day with his s/o- SFW and NSFW headcanon

Katakuri’s reaction whe his s/o (who usually can’t cook) makes donuts for him- headcanon

Katakuri’s reaction when you’re on your period- headcanon

what kind of clothes Katakuri would like to see his s/o in- headcanon

Katakuri being in love with a maid/chef- scenario

Katakuri meeting his biological father- headcanon

Katakuri finding out you self-harm headcanon (trigger warning!)

Katakuri’s reaction when you slap his ass(CRACK)- headcanon

getting sexy in the bathroom with Katakuri- NSFW headcanon

Katakuri with a little sister who loves him as well as horror-related stuff- headcanon

Katakuri’s reaction when his little sister says she wants to date Luffy- headcanon

Katakuri with a virgin!s/o- NSFW headcanon

Katakuri’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

is Katakuri a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Katakuri being jealous- headcanon

Katakuri’s reaction to his girlriend showing him the ‘how is pregnant formed?’ video- modern!headcanon

Katakuri masturbating for you- NSFW scenario

what Katakuri would be like as father- headcanon

Katakuri’s life after Brûlée’s death AU- scenario

Katakuri’s reaction to the World Government capturing and executing you after they spread some nasty rumors- headcanon

Katakuri struggling to ask out his shy!crush- scenario

Katakuri meeting his biological father pt. 2- headcanon

Katakuri dealing with his siblings who bully his s/o- headcanon

Katakuri’s sexuality- small headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- K N

NSFW Alphabet- U V W

NSFW Alphabet- D I E K Y (REMASTERED)

NSFW Alphabet- C H X

Fluff Alphabet- A E S

Charlotte Mont-d’Or

Mont-d’Or’s reaction when someone burns books infront of him- headcanon

how Mont-d’Or feels about romance novels- headcanon

Mont-d’Or’s reaction to you falling asleep in his lap while he reads you a story- headcanon

General NSFW headcanon

Charlotte Oven

what kind of clothes Oven would like to see his s/o in- headcanon

General Relationship headcanon

what Oven would be like as father- headcanon

Charlotte Perospero

Yandere!Perospero headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

General NSFW headcanon

Perospero with a virgin!s/o- NSFW headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- A I L U

Charlotte Raisin

General SFW and NSFW headcanon

Charlotte Smoothie

what kind of clothes Smoothie would like to see her s/o in- headcanon

Smoothie meeting her biological father- headcanon

Smoothie finding out you self-harm headcanon (trigger warning!)

Smoothie meeting her biological father pt. 2- headcanon

Smoothie’s sexuality- small headcanon

Charlotte Snack

Snack falling in love with his enemy- headcanon

Coby

reaction to accidentally hurting his s/o during a battle- headcanon

‘Daddy’ and Carol Masterson

General headcanon

Dalton

Dalton’s reaction to his smaller s/o hiding behind his back- headcanon

Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo falling in love with his favorite ‘girl’ headcanon

Dofla’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Fluff Alphabet- D O

Fluff Alphabet- Z U

Donquixote Rocinante//Corazon

General NSFW headcanon

Corazon catching you while you’re about to commit suicide- headcanon (trigger warning!)

Corazon’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- A C M S

Fluff Alphabet- C L Z

Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk with a blind!dandere!s/o- SFW and NSFW headcanon

General SFW and NSFW headcanon

Mihawk teaching his wife how to use a sword- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- A I X

NSFW Alphabet- B C D F K

Eustass Kid

Kid crushing on a dandere- headcanon

Kid’s reaction when you’re on your period- headcanon

Kid finding out that his girlfriend is pregnant... while he’s in prison- headcanon

Kid’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Kid needing to be restrained during sex- NSFW headcanon

Kid with a botanist!s/o- headcanon

Kid catching you while you’re about to commit suicide- headcanon (trigger warning!)

getting sexy in the bathroom with Kid- NSFW headcanon

Kid’s reaction when his little sister tells him she wants to date Luffy- headcanon

what Kid’s evening/night routine with you is like- headcanon

Kid’s reaction to an s/o who looks like a total cupcake but has the mouth of a raunchy old sailor- headcanon

Kid ‘helping’ you with your studies (gone sexual)- NSFW scenario

Kid’s reaction to his girlriend showing him the ‘how is pregnant formed?’ video- modern!headcanon

Kid’s reaction to you getting hurt because you tried to save him- headcanon

is Kid a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Kid opening up to you- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- D J O W X

NSFW Alphabet- C G

NSFW Alphabet- A B M

NSFW Alphabet- I K

Franky

Franky fighting with his s/o- headcanon

Fukaboshi

NSFW Alphabet- A B C S

Gecko Moria

kissing headcanon

cuddling headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- A C D F I

NSFW Alphabet- G J K P S

NSFW Alphabet- U V X Y Z

Ideo

Ideo finding out you’re pregnant- headcanon

Jabura

General headcanon

Fluff Alphabet- E K Y

Jinbei

Jinbei’s reaction to getting romantically pursued- headcanon

Jinbei’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Kaku

General NSFW headcanon

Kaku fighting with his s/o- headcanon

Killer

Killer’s reaction to the World Government capturing and executing you after they spread some nasty rumors- headcanon

Killer with a muscular!s/o- headcanon

Movie Night with Killer- headcanon

Killer’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Killer accidentally revealing his laugh during a date with you- Oneshot

is Killer a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Christmas with Killer- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- D E F Y Z

Fluff Alphabet- N L Y

Fluff Alphabet- G W

King

King stealing you away- in a Hades/Persephone fashion- headcanon

Kizaru

Kizaru dealing with a younger and affectionate marine girl- headcanon

Marco the Phoenix

SFW and NSFW headcanon

Marco with a virgin!s/o- NSFW headcanon

getting sexy in the bathroom with Marco- NSFW headcanon

Marco’s reaction whe you’re on your period- headcanon

Marco’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Marco with a s/o who’s also a Division Commander- SFW and NSFW headcanon

Marco with an empath!s/o- headcanon

Marco pissing off a witch, getting an ‘impotence’ spell cast on him as result, and coming to his s/o (another witch) for help- headcanon

is Marco a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Marco ‘helping’ you with your studies (gone sexual)- NSFW scenario

Marco with his newborn daughter- headcanon

Marco falling in love with a former Celestial Dragon slave- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- C E F O X

Fluff Alphabet- K N P

Mister 3

NSFW Alphabet- E F I M Y

Momonga

NSFW Alphabet- E F I M

Monkey D. Luffy

what qualities he would look for in a potential s/o- headcanon

reaction to accidentally hurting his s/o during a battle- headcanon

depressing scenario where the young chemist of the Strawhats messes up an experiment and gets terribly injured as a result

Luffy tells the ‘ugly barnacle story’- headcanon

The Strawhats’ reaction to finding out that you’re dating Law(CRACK)

Yandere!Luffy headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

NSFW Alphabet- C O

NSFW Alphabet- B D G L U

Nami

Nami using toys on her girlfriend for the first time- NSFW scenario

Nefertari Vivi

General Relationship headcanon

Page One

Page One falling for a member of the Strawhats who ate a Snow Leopard Devil Fruit- headcanon

Penguin

Fluff Alphabet- E G Y

Fluff Alphabet- P W X

Rob Lucci

General NSFW headcanon

is Lucci a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Lucci’s reaction to the World Government capturing and executing you after they spread some nasty rumors- headcanon

Roronoa Zoro

what qualities he would look for in a potential s/o- headcanon

Zoro’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Zoro’s reaction when you ask him to ‘make love’ to you for the first time- slightly NSFW headcanon

Zoro with a chubby, usually introverted s/o who has a secret adventurous side- headcanon

Zoro reuniting with his pirate!s/o- headcanon

Zoro working out with his s/o- headcanon

Zoro’s reaction to an s/o who looks like a total cupcake but has the mouth of a raunchy old sailor- headcanon 

Yandere!Zoro headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

Zoro reuniting with his s/o on Zou- NSFW scenario

Zoro’s reaction when you’re on your period- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- D T X

NSFW Alphabet- S

NSFW Alphabet- B C O W

NSFW Alphabet- U Y

Sabo

is Sabo a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Sabo fighting his s/o- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- C D F W X

Fluff Alphabet- D N R

Fluff Alphabet- B E O

Sanji

what qualities he would look for in a potential s/o- headcanon

Sanji taking his babies to his mother’s grave- scenario

Sanji making up with his s/o after a fight- NSFW headcanon

Sanji with a super horny/kinky s/o- headcanon

Sanji finding out that his s/o is secretly making food for little animals- headcanon

Sanji finding out about your abusive family- headcanon

Sanji’s reaction when you ask him to ‘make love’ to you for the first time- slightly NSFW headcanon

Sanji cooking with his s/o- headcanon

some fluff headcanon

Sanji’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Yandere!Sanji headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

Sanji with his newborn daughter- headcanon

Sanji with a s/o who has a panic attack during sex- (somewhat) NSFW headcanon

Sanji’s reaction to his s/o being the child of a former enemy- headcanon

what kind of sugardaddy Sanji would be- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- E N

NSFW Alphabet- C O

Scratchman Apoo

Apoo with a short s/o- headcanon

cuddling headcanon

Apoo with a virgin!s/o- NSFW headcanon

Apoo with a muscular!s/o- headcanon

Apoo with a male!s/o- NSFW headcanon

Shanks

NSFW headcanon

Shanks’ reaction when you’re on your period- headcanon

Shanks’ reaction to not being able to get an erection- headcanon

Shanks with a s/o who is his polar opposite- SFW and NSFW headcanon

Sanks’ reaction when you ask him to ‘make love’ to you for the first time- slightly NSFW headcanon

getting sexy in the bathroom with Shanks- NSFW headcanon

Shanks with a blind!dandere!s/o- headcanon

Shanks’ reaction when his little sister tells him she wants to date Luffy- headcanon

what Shanks’ evening/night routine with you is like- headcanon

some fluff headcanon

Shanks with a crush on someone shy and younger- headcanon

Shanks with a traumatized muslim!girlfriend- headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

NSFW Alphabet- C X I V Y 

Fluff Alphabet- A J K

Silvers Rayleigh

General SFW and NSFW headcanon

Rayleigh with a crush on someone shy and younger- headcanon

Sir Crocodile

NSFW Alphabet- J D C S

NSFW Alphabet- V M I E

NSFW Alphabet- G

Fluff Alphabet- F J M

Fluff Alphabet- K Y

Fluff Alphabet- R L

Fluff Alphabet- W

Fluff Alphabet- another W

Smoker

SFW and NSFW headcanon

what kind of sugardaddy Smoker would be- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- D J O W X

Fluff Alphabet- J L U

Spandam

General NSFW headcanon

Spandam falling for a gold digger- headcanon

Spandam getting dumped headcanon

T-Bone

General headcanon

Thatch

Thatch helping a new member of the Whitebeard Pirates who is also a germaphobe- headcanon

is Thatch a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Thatch teaching you how to cook- headcanon

Fluff Alphabet- C J Y

Tony Tony Chopper

Chopper meeting a girl that also studies medicine and ate a Raccoon Devil Fruit- headcanon

Trafalgar Law

Law’s girlfriend protecting him from Doflamingo- scenario

Law’s reaction when you’re on your period- headcanon

Law’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- headcanon

Law having a huge crush on you- headcanon

Law needing to be restrained during sex- NSFW headcanon

getting sexy in the bathroom with Law- NSFW headcanon

Law’s reaction when his little sister tells him she wants to date Luffy- headcanon

Law with a virgin!s/o- NSFW headcanon

Law pissing off a witch, getting an ‘impotence’ spell cast on him as result, and coming to his s/o (another witch) for help- headcanon

is Law a breast, leg, or ass man?- small headcanon

Law’s reaction to an s/o who looks like a total cupcake but has the mouth of a raunchy old sailor- headcanon

Law ‘helping’ you with your studies (gone sexual)- NSFW scenario

Law’s reaction to his girlriend showing him the ‘how is pregnant formed?’ video- modern!headcanon

Law getting turned on and touching his s/o while she’s asleep- NSFW scenario (possible trigger warning!)

The Strawhats’ reaction to finding out that you’re dating Law(CRACK)

what kind of sugardaddy Law would be- headcanon

Law getting his dick stolen by his s/o(literally)... and he’s not having it- NSFW scenario

Yandere!Law headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

NSFW Alphabet- K I D

NSFW Alphabet- A B E

NSFW Alphabet- C S W X

Fluff Alphabet- I O Q

Fluff Alphabet- T V W

Usopp

Usopp with a girlfriend that loves danger- headcanon

Usopp's reaction to his s/o being the child of a former enemy- headcanon

Vinsmoke Ichiji

Ichiji with a short s/o- headcanon

Ichiji finding out that his s/o is secretly making food for little animals- headcanon

‘fluffy’ headcanon

Yandere!Ichiji headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

Ichiji finding out about your abusive family- headcanon

Ichiji’s reaction to you getting kidnapped and tortured- headcanon

Ichiji with a sexy and cuddly s/o- headcanon

Ichiji’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Ichiji with a chubby!s/o who is rather insecure about it- headcanon

Ichiji’s s/o confronting him about what he did to Sanji- headcanon

Vinsmoke Niji

Niji with a short s/o- headcanon

Niji finding out that his s/o is secretly making food for little animals- headcanon

Yandere!Niji headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

Niji finding out about your abusive family- headcanon

Niji’s reaction to you getting kidnapped and tortured- headcanon

Niji with a sexy and cuddly s/o- headcanon

Niji’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Niji with a chubby!s/o who is rather insecure about it- headcanon

Niji’s s/o confronting him about what he did to Sanji- headcanon

how Niji behaves around his ‘crush’- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- B F L M Y

Vinsmoke Reiju

Fluff Alphabet- I L X

Vinsmoke Yonji

Yonji with a short s/o- headcanon

Yonji finding out that his s/o is secretly making food for little animals- headcanon

Yandere!Yonji headcanon (possible trigger warning!)

Yonji finding out about your abusive family- headcanon

Yonji with a chubby, usually introverted s/o who has a secret adventurous side- headcanon

Yonji’s reaction to you getting kidnapped and tortured- headcanon

Yonji with a chubby!s/o who is rather insecure about it- headcanon

Yonji’s s/o confronting him about what he did to Sanji- headcanon

Vito

fluff headcanon

General NSFW headcanon

X Drake

General NSFW headcanon

Drake with a male!s/o- NSFW headcanon

Drake’s reaction to not being able to get an erection- NSFW headcanon

Drake’s reaction when you’re on your period- headcanon

NSFW Alphabet- B I M

NSFW Alphabet- A C J V X

NSFW Alphabet- D S

NSFW Alphabet- F K Y

~~~~

BONUS:

Crachelle Stuff (lol)

“Be my Sweetheart”- (CRACK) scenario

jealous!Cracker demanding attention- scenario

being naughty in the bathtub- small scenario(kinda crack)

selfship game

kink list

our babies<3

my relationship with Angel + Custard (a quick summary)

Nutcracker!AU

‘pass the salt daddy’

my thoughts on Mama xD

a vampire!AU

touching,,, scars

Happy Birthday Cracker<3

commission- the whole family ;^;

[smollest-haikyuu-fan]

Okay last one but what about big bro/babysitter tanaka hcs x lil boy pls👉🏼👈🏼?

Big Brother/Babysitter Tanaka Hcs!

Tanaka would try so hard to be a role model and an example to you. He'd try not to say bad words around you, he'd try to eat vegetables for every meal he ate around you and he'd try to do things that you may not want to do, but are good for you around you (like brushing your teeth and drinking water.)

If he's babysitting, he will try so hard but completely forget about what your caregiver said you could and could not have.

"What do you want for a snack, baby? A cupcake? Oh, we have plenty of those! What color do you want? Oh wait a minute, that's right. You can't have cupcakes until after lunch... Wait, nono! Don't cry, I'm sorry. Uh... Here, I'll give it to you but don't tell (mama/dada/cg) or else I'll be in big trouble."

He is the king of bribing, bargaining and making deals with you.

"Baby, if you eat your veggies, I'll give you five dollars! You gotta eat all of them though!

"What do you mean you don't want five dollars? Oh yeah, you're too little to understand money. Fine, fine, you know what... If you eat your veggies I will watch THREE hours of your favorite show with you, how bout that?"

"A TOY TOO?? You drive a hard bargain, little dude. Fine, you win. Three hours of cartoons and a toy, now eat, please."

He'd keep his promises in the snap of a finger so he wouldn't forget. To heck with washing the dishes, he promised his baby three hours of cartoons and he's gonna commit. Then he's gonna call your CG after that and ask...

"Hey uh... Can I keep y/n for a few hours tommorow? I promised I'd take them to the toy store if they ate their veggies. Awh, really? Thanks! Don't worry, I'll be careful with them!"

Would he get you a toy? No. He'd get you ALL the toys and things you asked for.

"Baby, you already have Marshall's fire truck. Why would you want another one? Ohhh, this one has sirens? Cool! Put it in the buggy, we'll think about it."

"You have ten bottles baby bunny? Oh, that one's special? Oh, it has Elmo on it? Alright, put it in the buggy. Get the pacifier too, you have matching pacis for all your bottles, I'm not breaking that tradition."

"You want a new bedtime book? Can I see, sweetie? Aww, you can put your name in there! And mama/dada/CG's name too! Wait... You want my name to go in there... but wh-? It's a book about your big brother and that's why you want it? Oh you're definitely getting that, put it in the cart little dude!"

200 dollars later, he returns you to your caregiver you spend the night all together. He reads you your new book, warms some milk in your new bottle, puts your new paci in and lets you sleep with all your brand new toys. Yes, even your fire truck.

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: NC-17 in the beginning of the fic and then R for the rest of it.

Warning: Oral, desk sex, stressed Buggy. Cabaji has learned to knock.

Word Count: 2,205

A/N: I am sorry for the lack of updates on these two. I got focused on other fics!

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 (NC-17)

TAGLIST: 

@lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 18

You were leading it this time, calling him a brat for how he complained about his pants getting wrinkles after you spent an hour ironing them, how his vest didn't have shiny buttons, and that his bandana must have shrunk because it wasn't keeping his hair up at all. It had been a few days since you came back and he was still awaiting news of his crew finding the thieves who stole the map. He was getting frustrated by the lack of progress.

As enjoyable as playing around could be, he definitely was into the scene with how annoying the pitch of his voice was when he complained. He was trying to get out some of his frustrations with everything by complaining and after minutes of it, you were tired of the sound of his voice and decided to find a way to keep his mouth busy.

You were bare ass on his desk with your legs spread wide for him as he hooked them over his shoulders. Your hands were entangled in his hair, having tossed the bandana aside for now. He had already made you cum once with his tongue, shocking you when his tongue actually detached from his mouth, something you hadn’t expected, but it gave you the best orgasm you’ve had with Buggy so far. 

He was making a mess, smearing his makeup all along the inside of your thighs, your juices coating his face, and he was looking up at you with his pupils blown out, drunk off the taste of you. He was determined to get you cumming again, sucking on your clit as he pumped two fingers into you, getting you to moan and cry for him. 

You hated yourself for what you were about to do but you knew he wanted to hear it, so you pulled on his hair, getting him to pull back enough to talk. 

“Buggy, are you done being a whiny little shit?” You demanded as he tried to focus on you, shaking his head stubbornly. You sighed heavily and released him. “Damn brat- fuck, Buggy!”

His mouth was back on you immediately, sucking and tasting as his fingers pumped into you, trying to get you to cum again for him. Your hands were back on his head, fingers tangling into his hair as you cried out for him. He was such a brat sometimes but you were glad he knew how to use his mouth for things other than talking. It didn’t take much longer for him to have you cumming from his fingers, gripping his head tightly as you pushed him against you and holding tight as you rode out your orgasm. 

His arm detached, sweeping the clutter off his desk before he pushed you onto your back. He reattached his arm, undid his pants, and gave himself a few strokes before he slid into you, letting out a groan. Your legs went around his waist as you cried out. He braced himself on the desk, resting his hands on either side of you, as he began thrusting his hips. 

“Babe, babe, I love you so much~” He whined loudly as he moved, makeup smeared and face flushed as he fucked you. He tucked his face against your neck, whimpering and moaning, a pathetic mess.

“Fuck, Buggy!” You cried when he hit that sensitive spot inside you, causing you to see stars for a moment. Your body was already sensitive and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and it didn’t take long before he was cumming inside you. His hand was between the two of you, rubbing your clit, making sure you got off as well with him. You hated how loud you got just then, hoping no one heard you, but you knew it was impossible sometimes. You were cumming on his cock quickly, clenching around him, making him whine again as he sank into you.

“Babe, babe, babe-” 

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you tried to catch your breath. He was clinging to you, chanting babe as he came down, holding tightly. The two of your stayed like that for a few minutes: he was kissing at your neck, letting out little sighs and moans as you were rubbing his back, playing with his hair, kissing his forehead as you told him he did such a good job, that he was a wonderful boyfriend, wanting him to be okay after this. He finally pulled out, letting out a whimper at the loss of contact with you, but you sat up to help him fix his pants.

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up before dinner, Buggy.” You told him as you kissed him on the cheek. “We should be okay to lay in bed for a bit too.”

He nodded and handed your pants to you, helping you pull them on before his arms were around you. He just needed to reassure himself that you were okay, that he was okay, and you made sure to get him to the bedroom after you did something like this outside of the bedroom. His office was often the next best spot, but that meant getting dressed to get back to the room before stripping back down.

Except this time someone was knocking at the door, calling for Buggy. You looked at him, he didn’t look too happy, so you answered for him.

“He’s busy, what do you need?” You shouted back at them. 

“We-We located the thieves, they’re a few hours away.” It sounded like Cabaji. “Does he want us to proceed?”

You looked at Buggy and he nodded before hugging you again and tucking his face against your neck. 

“He says go ahead, Cabaji.” 

Cabaji walked in on the two of you the most and if you said he was busy then he believed you. He wouldn’t question that because he didn’t want to risk walking in and see Buggy’s bare ass and you bent over the desk again. It happened to him twice recently. He didn’t want a third time.

“Very well.” He hurried off. You waited a few minutes before leading Buggy out of his office and to the bedroom. He was following you, frowning as you brought him to the bedroom and started to pull at his clothes.

“So, they found the thieves already.” He mused as you hung his jacket up and helped him out of his clothes. “I’ll be able to get that map soon.”

“Yes, they’ll probably have them after dinner or something.” You said as you went to get a towel to clean him off with. “We’ll rest for a bit before dinner and then you can see if there are any updates, okay?”

Buggy nodded, watching as you came back with a towel to clean him up with. You had him get into bed before you stripped down and did the same. Once you were in bed he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close as he closed his eyes. You stroked his hair, looking down at him with a smile before tilting his head up to give him a kiss.

“You okay?” You asked him as he tightened his arms around you and rested his head against your shoulder. He nodded and closed his eyes. “Okay, I love you.” You pressed your lips to his temple, letting your fingers run through his hair slowly. “You were so good today, Buggy, and I loved it so much. Thank you for being wonderful.”

“Love you too.” He mumbled against your skin, keeping his eyes closed as he sighed softly. “I wanna be good for you.”

“You’re always good.” You assured him as he relaxed against you. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he dozed off just then. It wouldn’t be a big deal, it happened sometimes to both of you, worn out from your activities, but you like it when he falls asleep because to you it meant he felt safe around you to do such a thing after being so vulnerable with you. To some, you were certain they assumed Buggy was in charge of this relationship, that he called all the shots because he was the captain, so of course he told you what to do, and you were pleased it wasn’t like that. He put you in control of these scenarios, he wanted you to feel safe when you did them, and whenever you were done you were checking in with him, making sure he was okay because often worried he went too far even if he wrote out what would happen and you two talked about it.

~

He did fall asleep in your arms while you held him, wondering if doing this in the middle of the day was a bad plan. The two of you still had things to do, but both of you had been stressed about the recent happenings: you with your sister and him locating the map. It seemed like the best idea at the time.

It was after dinner, you were washing dishes while Buggy sat at the table, picking at his teeth with a toothpick while he watched you. You had your back to him but you could feel his eyes on you.

“What is it, babe?”

“Would you have gone with your sister?” Buggy asked. “If… if I wasn't going to propose to you?”

You turned to look at him with a frown. That's what he's focused on right now? He had those thieves and the map to worry about, but maybe this was his way of distracting himself.

“No, Buggy.” You told him as you rinsed the pan you just scrubbed. “I would not have gone with her no matter what.” You set it aside to dry and looked back at him. “You're stuck with me, remember?”

“Do you miss your family?” He asked as he looked over at you. “Would… you go back to your parents?”

“Can I ask what's brought this on?” You asked as you walked over to him. “Do you think I'm going to let you get away, Buggy?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes just thinkin’, babe.”

“Stop thinking.” You shot back gently before putting your hands on his cheeks and kissing him on the forehead. “Think about the map, okay, because that should be your focus. Hell, you've been making threats in your sleep these last few nights.”

“I have?” He frowned. You laughed softly and nodded.

“Yea! Woke me up too. Scared the shit outta me because I thought you were threatening me for a second until you started mumbling about that damn map.” You chuckled as you kissed him again. “I was only worried for a moment but you were also hugging me so tight I wouldn't have been able to get away anyways.”

Buggy made a face, not sure if he liked what you were telling him, but you were kissing his face all over, becoming a distraction, and if you didn't stop he was going to throw you on top of the table. You finally pulled away and he breathed a small sigh of relief, frowning at you.

“Buggy, I love you even when you threaten me in your sleep.” You assured him. “Just like you still love me even when I steal all the blankets.”

He nodded, brow furrowed, and asked, “Do you want to marry me?”

You wanted to bap him on the forehead. His brain was jumbled, you could see this, but it was a little frustrating for you to have this conversation so often. Honestly, no, you didn't want to get married to anyone at all but you two had talked about this already. You would agree to marry him but he couldn't ask when he was stressed out. You didn't want him to regret it. 

“Yes! I do, I told you I would!”

He stared at you before he grinned. “That so?”

“Buggy, I'm going to- why are you looking at me like that?”

“I don't have a ring on me, babe.” He was grinning and you realized how you answered his question. He held his hand out and you sighed in defeat before putting your hand in his. He enclosed his hand around yours and tugged you closer, pressing a kiss on your ring finger. “That’ll do for now, yea?”

“Well, no fireworks, but… that will do.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I expect a ring now, Buggy.”

“It's in the room!”

“Then you better put it on before you get busy with the thieves!” You told him before kissing him as he pulled you down into his lap. He made a face at the suggestion, opting instead to kiss you as his hand went to your thigh. You rolled your eyes and let him, knowing he was already distracted by you. You just hoped the two of you wouldn't get walked in on by a member of the crew as you were certain the two of you wouldn't make it back to the bedroom.

He broke the kiss suddenly, looking at you with wide eyes. “Will you really marry me?”

“Yes, Buggy.” You assured him, pecking him on the lips. “I will marry you.”

That seemed to please him.

[nurtureliterary]

When She Laid an Egg

Katie Oliver

When she laid an egg, it felt natural, as if she’d been born to do it. It slipped out with only a little discomfort and light mucus. After cleaning it up, she placed the egg on the small pillow she’d been saving for this occasion—blue velvet. She stroked its grainy shell. It was a pale cream colour, and warm to the touch. She fancied she could feel the life pulsate beneath its hard surface, although she knew that it was too early for that. She posted a picture of the scene on social media and watched the likes gush in.

She rolled the egg around in a designer buggy and tucked her charge in cosy under a hand-knitted yellow blanket with a satin trim. Passers-by oohed and aahed, offering unhelpful advice. She batted away their suggestions on sleep training and behaviour management with exasperated delight. She was proud of her egg. It made her feel complete, like a real woman, that she’d finally found what she was looking for, and many other clichés.

Her friends threw her an egg party, as was customary. They played games like Guess the Circumference and Pin the Yolk on the Egg. She received gift after gift, endless tiny cushions of the softest silk, the lightest chiffon. They ate cupcakes with Hatching Soon! emblazoned across the fluffy butter icing.

It was nearly time. She wheeled the egg along slowly, an aching heaviness twisting her guts; her breathing laboured. She was excited to meet her little one, though fearful for its belonging to the rest of the world. Distracted by the bubbling pan of her thoughts, she tripped over a loose paving slab.

The egg bounced once, twice; leapt from its woollen trappings in a solemn, graceful arc. Time froze on the descent.

The egg made its final impact with the floor. Her stomach lurched; the world warped. When her vision had cleared, she saw that somehow, miraculously, the egg remained whole. As she lunged towards it, a man with heavy boots blundered into its path. In one single step, it was over. Miniscule fragments of shell gritted the pavement—clean and dry, like old bones.

On her knees, she scrabbled among the tiny porcelain pieces, searching for a drop of yolk, a soft centre—anything to prove that it hadn’t been hollow all along. Against the tide of her fingertips, the dust of her egg sifted and spread gently across the pavement, like sand sucked back into the ocean.

Katie Oliver has been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize, the Bath Flash Award and most recently the Short Fiction/University of Essex Wild Writing Prize. She has further work published in various places, including Reflex Fiction, Molotov Cocktail, X-R-A-Y and Dust Poetry, and she is a first reader for Forge Literary Magazine and Tiny Molecules. She can be found on Twitter @katie_rose_o.

[ironstoutbrews]

Brewfest has Arrived!

Brewfest has arrived, and with it, a plethora of flavorful beers, delicious feasts, and games for those both young, and just young of heart!  Clan Ironstout has returned for it’s second year as an installment for the festival, located next to the Thunderbrew tent at the back of the Festival Grounds.  At their booth, there are a ton of fantastic volunteers, freshly tapped Ironstout beers, food supplied by the Cask ‘n’ Anvil, and activities to keep you busy for hours!

Keep reading for the menu, the game rules, and a full guide with details about the Ironstout beer-booth at the Festival!

Drinks!

We will be providing seven different beers from our own Ironforge Brewery, snacks and meals from the Cask ‘n’ Anvil, as well as tons of mini-games with our own set of prizes!

Beers provided include traditional recipes, both new and old.

Brewfest Märzen: Malty, sweet, and strong.  This lager has been fermenting in the cold snow of Ironforge since the Spring.  This is the featured Brewfest Brew!

Diamond King Kristallweizen:  A crystal clear wheat ale.  Light and crisp on the tongue, yielding a refreshing citrus flavor.

Anvilmar Altbier:  Copper-colored ale, brewed like a lager.  The lager fermentation leads to a crisper, cleaner beer with a muted fruity flavor.

Dun Morogh Doppelbock: A strong, malty, dark lager.

Bronzebeard Blonde:  An easy-drinking, golden ale.  Subtly sweet with just a pinch of bitterness on the finish.

Ironstout’s Iron Stout:  A rich, malty stout.  This brew is the clan’s flagship.  It resembles the color of Iron.

Snowdrift Shandy: An easy-drinking option at festivals, this half-hefeweizen, half-juice concoction is popular with light drinkers.

Food!

Food at this year’s Ironstout tent will once again be provided by Modarin Slatefist, owner of the popular Cask ‘n’ Anvil tavern in Ironforge.  The full menu has yet to be announced; however, several traditional festival snacks will be provided.

Brewfest Pretzel:  The essential Brewfest snack, complete with stone-ground mustard, or beer-cheese for dipping.

Giant Iced Cookie:  A rune-stone shaped ginger-cookie, iced with a personalized message!

Coldridge Cupcake:  Large chocolate cupcakes with fresh berry filling, straight from Coldridge Valley.

Games!

Once again, Clan’ Ironstout’s brewtent will feature games with several prizes.  We should have another Mekgineer’s Chopper, several souvenir steins, and magically created alemental pets to give away, along with many other fantastic prizes!

Make sure to come and participate in these mini-games to earn tickets for your prizes.  We will once again feature regular drinking contests, a drinking contest tournament, drunken ram racing, and drunken brawling!  You may also choose to bark for Ironstout’s Brewery for tickets, as well!  Who knows?  Will you earn enough to get a brew named after you?!  (Please see below about tickets.  They are for GHI and TRP3e users only.)

Drinking Contest:  Challenge up to three friends and drink ‘till ye drop!  Last one standing wins!  You may challenge your friends at any time!

Participants will receive 15 tickets, winners will receive 30!

Participants will be handed several mugs of Brewfest Beer!

When the hosts says “Round X!  DRINK!”  You’ll do as follows:

Drink your in-game brew > Roll 20 > emote the result.

The threshold to meet or beat is the round number + 4.

Round 1, you need a 5 or better.

Round 2, you need a 6 or better.

Etc, etc. until there is one person left standing!

If you fail your drinking roll, you gain a sick-point.

At 3 sick points, you spew your brew, or pass out!  Better luck next time!

Last one standing wins!

If the last few participants go out at the same time, the highest final roll wins!

Drinking Tournament: Same as the Drinking Contest, but will be held in brackets, and with great prizes!  This will only be held once on opening night!  This event will be hosted at 7:00 PM server time.

Winners of each bracket will receive winners of each bracket will receive 50 tickets!  Winners of the whole contest will receive 100, as well as a Mekingineer’s Chopper!  Runners up will receive Alemental pets!

The tournament will use the same rules at the standard contest.

The difference; however, will be that each bracket increases the starting number to beat by 5!  (It only makes sense, as you’ll be much drunker at this point!)

Bracket 1 - Round 1, meet or beat a 5.

Bracket 2 - Round 1, meet or beat a 10.

Bracket 3 - Round 1, meet or beat a 15.

Bracket 4 - Sudden Death

Drunken Ram Racing: While we do-not condone drinking and driving outside of Azeroth, doing so in Ironforge during Brewfest is to be expected.

Participants will receive 15 tickets, winners will receive 30!

Referees will be present to watch for cheaters, so no cutting corners!

The referee will tell everyone to begin!

Players will drink until they are “completely smashed!” and then mount up on a ground mount - preferably a ram.

They will then race their peers around Ironforge’s outer ring!

First one back to the referee at the Brew-booth wins!

Don’t hesitate, or you’ll fall behind!

The path of the race is posted below!

Drunken Brawl:  Strip down to just casual clothing and drink until you’re smashed!  Then challenge a friend to a fight!

Winners will receive 10 tickets!  Officially sanctioned fights only!

Official rules to come last minute! - Sorry!

Daily Quest: Bark for Ironstout:  (GHI USERS ONLY)  Take a ride around Ironforge, barking for Ironforge Brewery!

Quest completion rewards 35 tickets!

Players using GHI will receive an item called “Bark for Ironstout”

Players who are already mounted on a ground mount may begin the quest.  Those who are not will be automatically mounted on a ram - if they have one - and must click the item again to begin the quest.

Players will race around Ironforge, using the extra-action button to bark for the brewery near the designated flags.  They will gain a buff for each zone.

Once players have collected all four buffs, they may click the bark button one more time outside of the city to complete the quest.

Stay mounted the entire time, and do-not click off any buffs until you’ve received your reward, or you will be unable to complete the quest.

Pest Control:  Wyrmtongue demons, masterfully disguised as Dwarves, infiltrate the festival in an attempt to deprive the Alliance of their morale increasing holiday beer!  Be careful, however, because beer-goggle-vision helps to make the demon’s taped-on beards much more convincing.  Attempting to eject an actual drunken patron will result in a punch in the face!  (This special event will occur only once on opening night.)

Participants will receive 20 tickets!

Once the event occurs triggering this mini-game, participants will join a raid group for important in-character information.

Once the game is triggered, players will split into 5-man parties. 4 players to each volunteer DM.

8 markers will be placed around the festival grounds to represent potential pests.  Only 5 of these are Demons, 3 are plastered Brewfest patrons!

Players will RP to find out who is a demon, and who is a patron.  When they are ready to attempt to eject the pest, they will announce it to the DM of their group.

If the player attempts to eject a patron, they are punched in the face, and knocked out of the running!

Once all of your demons have been removed, your party may collect their rewards!

Prizes!

The games will yield their own set of prizes, including that of Brewfest Prize Tickets!  Prize tickets may be redeemed by any member of Clan Ironstout for prizes!

20 Tickets - Take home a crate of Ironstout beer!  Your choice of flavor!

50 Tickets - Take home a cask of Ironstout beer!  Your choice of flavor!

100 Tickets - You will receive a personalized souvenir stein!

200 Tickets - A custom beer will be brewed in your honor!  You choose the style of beer, too!

OOC Information:

We’re back!  Come visit us!  Can’t wait to see you.  This is an IC brew-tent much like the Barleybrews and the Thunderbrews, run by some pretty fantastic folks!

About Time and Location:  

ICly we will be in a tent like all of the others, but OOCly you will find us on the Podium where High Tinker gives his opening ceremony speech.

As far as hours of operation are concerned, I plan on running the booth every night that I possibly can; however, real life will - as I’m sure - get in the way.  Just check nightly, and there might be some RP going on!  

The absolute most important time to make it will be opening day:  September the 20th at 6 pm server time.

Lastly, keep in mind that on Saturday, September 30th, the Dwarven Clan Moot will take the utmost priority.  Brewfest goers will still get some attention; however, the Dwarven community has the evening reserved.  (Generally speaking, I also happen to run the guild hosting this month’s moot!)

About Add-ons:  

A lot of our RP is run via an addon called Gryphonheart Items, otherwise known as GHI.  It is a custom item generation addon that allows for all sorts of incredible RP.  While it’s not mandatory that you have the addon, to earn tickets and exchange them for prizes, you will be required to use the addon.

NOTE ABOUT GHI:  Currently the addon DOES work as long as you are not using other Bag addons. It is a little buggy, but you can access the main bag.  That said, there is a manual fix available >>>here<<< that completely fixes the addon!

I will personally be using TRP3′s about section for information regarding the festival tent.  If you want to see menus and everything, be sure to have a viable Roleplay addon!

About the Beers:

Beers provided will be GHI items; however, there are also in-game substitutes, as well.  Even if you don’t have the addon, please come RP with us! <3

About the Food:  

All food will be RP and in-game food only.  No GHI here!

About the Games:  

GHI will only be absolutely required for one of the games.  The rest of the games can be completed without addons.  This said; however, only GHI users, and TRP3 Extended users, will be able to earn Tickets and prizes from said tickets.

About the Prizes:

The prizes are a combination of actual in-game items, as well as RP prizes!  RP prizes can be used by GHI users, or just RP’d as well!

Special note about the drinking contest.  The drinking contest will be hosted fairly regularly, and is a /roll based system.  The prizes for the contest are very real, and the drinking contest tournament will only be held on the opening day, Sept. 20th..  The prizes for the tournament include in-game mounts and pets!

Thanks in advanced to everyone who comes to participate, and a special thank you to all of this year’s volunteers and sponsors!

@the-royal-courier

[soft-mafia]

Hi! I really enjoy your Buggy content! As a long time Buggy simp I'm so glad he is getting so much love and people are writing about him.

If requests are open may I request general relationship headcanons with Buggy, specifically the manga/anime version? (SFW and NSFW are both fine).

Thanks!

Relationship Headcanons [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: nsfw, Buggy detaching his penis(yes, again), daddy kink

a/n: I actually can’t believe I haven’t made a relationship headcanon post for Buggy yet😭I’ve made like a bazillion for Hisoka I should be doing the same with Buggy boy haha, a lot of this is stuff I’ve mentioned before in little blurbs loool. Also I LOVE anime Buggy, as much as I love the live action Bugs as well, anime Buggy is so sexy and goofy he needs more love😭

SFW

Uses corny pet names, “cupcake, hot cakes, sugar, pumpkin, sweetheart” will rarely ever refer to you by your actual name unless you guys are arguing(probably about something stupid)

Like I mentioned, sometimes you guys are arguing about something stupid, like time zones, or if the South Pole is colder than the North Pole, something along those lines. Buggy is stubborn as hell and even if he’s clearly wrong— he won’t accept that, he’s always right about every thing.

Laughs at any joke you make it doesn’t matter if it’s bad or doesn’t make sense, he’ll make a big show out of it too. He’ll slap your back, grab your shoulder and shake you around like you told the best joke in existence.

Buggy calls himself daddy when he speaks to you, thinks it makes him look like a big shot, he’ll especially do that when you’re around other people so they know that you’re off limits and he’s your “daddy”. Also because he wants other people to know he’s into that for some reason(he thinks it makes him look macho)

He somehow manages to always get you involved with his shenanigans whether he wanted to or not.

Whenever he gets shit faced drunk he always comes to you, in a slurred voice he keeps bugging(hah) you about wanting to “get out of this place” and “have some fun” he’ll probably get a bit touchy too.

Will do flashy things to impress you, he’s literally a fool when it comes to impressing you. He could be talking to one of his crew members about something, but when he spots you out of the corner of his eye something in his brain tells him “They’re looking!! Quick, start flexing!! Put your foot on that barrel!! Roll up your sleeve!! MAN SPREAD WIDER!!” The next thing he knows, he’s flexing his muscles comically while talking about meal plans, occasionally glancing over to you to see if you’re watching.

You have to save him from situations sometimes, if not all the time, especially when he’s literally just a head, hands and feet.

He makes up stories to impress you. And when he’s telling you a story that actually happened he’ll always over exaggerate, making himself look more cooler. If he lost a fight he’ll lie and make it look like he won.

Snores. He’s SO LOUD. Sometimes he gets so loud you wake up in the middle of the night, and shake him to get him to stop like you’re some kind of cranky old couple.

Whenever he’s alone in his quarters with you he lets loose. He’ll immediately just toss his hat somewhere, take down his pony tails, strip down to nothing but his boxers and socks, then flops on the bed while drinking a beer.

If it wasn’t obvious he gets very jealous. Even over stupid things like inanimate objects or even a literal pet. Buggy will have beef with an animal just because it’s on your lap when his head should be laid there instead.

He puts his arm around you a lot, either around you, or around your waist; he likes having you on his arm it’s a big ego booster for him

Sometimes screams in your face when he’s talking about something; he doesn’t mean to— that’s just how he is.

It gets sick very easily, and he’s cranky about it the entire time; asking you to cater to him 24/7, always tossing and turning in his sleep(the bed squeaks and moves so much you barely get any rest yourself), complaining, loud hacking coughs. Buggy being sick is miserable for the both of you.

You help him do his hair, especially fixing his ponytails to where they come out of the side of his hat. He likes it when you brush his hair out after a long day and massage his scalp

As much as he acts like a big shot, he’s a fool for you. You don’t even have to do as much as he does and he melts for you instantly, always wanting you to hold him, give him kisses, give him attention.

NSFW

He’s a horny drunk, like I stated before whenever he’s shit faced he’ll always ask you for sex, telling you how sexy you are, telling people about how tight you are, talking about your ass, ogling you and eying you up. He’s obviously too drunk to do anything so as soon as you two finally get back to his quarters he just passes out on the bed.

He’s 8 inches, 6 soft, very, VERY girthy, veiny, his balls are also hung and firm too. And yes, the curtains match the drapes, and he has a pretty little happy trail. He doesn’t trim though but it’s not insanely hairy down there.

Buggy jacks off frequently. Mostly as night when you’re asleep and he’s pent up. But sometimes when he’s alone on the ship he’ll have a quickie; he only got caught a couple of times but luckily it was just you.

He tells you when he’s horny; it doesn’t matter if there’s people around. He’ll lean in and whisper to you “Hey, I’m pitching a tent right now.. wanna go somewhere?”

Whenever he’s fucking you he’ll detach his dick so he can go as fast and hard as he wants(he always spoke about how convenient his ability was for that when you two were still in the flirting stage). Sometimes he goes so fast you can’t walk without your legs wobbling for days.

Loves it when you give him blow jobs, it’s just the sight of you on your knees for him, or laying between his legs, your mouth filled with his thick cock. Biggg turn on, most importantly the sounds that you make; the sloppiest ones get him the most. He also loves it when you suck his balls— he probably loves it more than when you suck his dick. I imagine his balls are pretty sensitive, and you get a lot of pretty grunts and groans when you suck them.

Spanks you a lot, before and after— especially after he cums inside of you. He loves leaving a mark, he loves it when you can’t sit properly for a good while.

Buggy loves cumming inside and watching his seed spill out of you, sometimes wanting you to push it out so he can watch it flow(especially after more than one round, and he can keep going for a pretty long time)

Despite what everybody else thinks— I don’t see him as a bottom? I mean, I don’t see him enjoying being a bottom, especially anime/manga Buggy. I feel like he would want to be the one on top since he loves feeling like a big shot, bottoming would probably make him feel grumpy and pissy.

[xboredsleepycrankyx]

..with the exception of you, i dislike everyone in the room..

aaaaaa another video..i’m way too obsessed with these two cupcakes! and i don’t normally edit upbeat songs so i don’t really know how i feel about this vid :p

fandom: riverdale

ship : jughead jones x betty cooper {bughead / buggie

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: This chapter NC-17. MDNI. Warning: Everyone is consenting in this. There's roughness, brattiness, whines, everything. Again, everyone is consenting. Buggy gets uncertain in the end and needs some comfort because I can't not write him that way. Word Count: 2.6k A/N: Everyone. Is. Consenting. I enjoyed writing this chapter though because I knew I wanted to finally write a chapter based on the original prompt of this fic, you know. And while Buggy is in charge, Cupcake is also very much in charge as well.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 15

When the ship set sail, Buggy had shot off a Buggy Ball into the previous village as a send off while you said nothing. What was there to say? He even checked in with you, making sure you were okay leaving your home. Your response was to kiss him. Why should you stick around?

Thankfully there was only one stormy evening while the crew traveled to the next location. You were buried under the blankets while Buggy helped his crew manage through it. It wasn't pleasant but you were relieved when he came to bed, drenched and frustrated. You made sure he dried off and got warm under the blankets.

It took a few weeks to get to the new place: Orangetown. You weren't a pirate, you just did their laundry, so Buggy had you stay in your shared quarters when the crew attacked, blasting the village, attacking and killing anyone who got in the way. You tried to ignore the sounds of chaos and destruction but it was hard. After all this time, it was weird to think of Buggy as dangerous when he was so sweet and tender with you.

When they finished attacking and setting up the tent, Buggy sent for you. It was a little surreal to be entering the tent once more, same people, smells, but new noises, faces in the audience. The only familiar thing was the energy: fear and panic from the audience mixed with the excitement and joy from the crew. They were happy to be on land again to practice their routines, show off to a new crowd. You found Buggy in the middle of the ring, barking orders at the crew as they fixed the lighting, restrained the crowds, and led Richie to his cage.

His face lit up when he saw you, his hand reaching for you and tugging you over to him before he kissed you on the cheek. “Well, whatcha think?”

“Think about what?” You asked, leaning into him as you looked around. It was pretty impressive. He put one hand on your shoulder while the other gestured to the scene in front of you. 

“The setup! This is it, all brand new and ready to go!” Buggy replied, looking quite proud of it. You glanced up at him before shrugging.

“It's okay.”

“See, I knew you-” 

Everything stopped when Buggy realized what you said. He tightened his hand on your shoulder, digging his fingers in. You winced and looked up at him. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the playful friendly one you were used to seeing. It was the smile he used when he wasn’t happy, when he was going to make an example out of someone for saying or doing something incredibly stupid. 

“Care to repeat that?” He asked as you looked up at him, trying to think of the right response. Was it worth it to anger him?

“I said it was… okay.” You replied. No one seemed to be paying attention to the two of you, which was perfect, because Buggy turned you around to face him. You swallowed heavily and looked up at him. “I mean, the lighting looks a little off, one of the bulbs is flickering, not to mention you, Buggy, need your clothes washed if you want to stand out to this new crowd. I don’t think you look that impressive right now.” You shrugged again. “I mean, your crew did most of the work anyway, what did you do besides scream at them?”

That did it. 

He patted you on the cheek a little too hard before calling over to Cabaji that he was going to show you where your room was. You wondered if maybe you went too far, but he had asked what you thought and you were honest about it. He let go of your shoulder, taking your hand instead, leading you out of the main area and to where you figured was your bedroom. He didn’t say anything, obviously choosing his words carefully, but you wondered what he was thinking.

Buggy brought you to a room with your shared bed in the middle, his vanity to one side and the wardrobe to the other. This would be your space for the next few months until he decided it was time for everyone to move on.

“You hurt my feelings back there, Cupcake.” Buggy told you as you turned to face him. “Got pretty mouthy about how I dress. That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“Yea, well, you-”

“Shh, no, I didn’t say you could talk.” He said, bringing his hand up to grasp your chin, tilting your head upwards as he grinned at you. “Cupcake, babe, sometimes you forget your place, you know?” 

“You asked-”

“No-” He tightened his hold, the position becoming uncomfortable, “-talking, do you understand?” 

You swallowed nervously and nodded. He looked in your eyes, searching for any resistance, before his free hand began to unbuckle his pants. He finally let go of your chin and you took a small step back, rubbing the back of your neck. His hand grabbed the front of your shirt, jerking you back over to him as he smirked down at you. “Where do you think you’re going? I need you to learn a lesson, babe, about treating the captain with respect.”

“Look, Buggy-”

“Captain.” He corrected as he let go of your shirt, pointing his finger down. “Knees, babe.”

“Wait, Bug-”

“Now.”

You hesitated for a moment too long. His hand was on your shoulder, forcing you down on your knees. You winced as you hit the ground, eyes widening when you saw he had already pulled his cock free of his pants, hard. You glanced up at him as his hand went to your head, smoothing your hair back gently as his other hand took hold of himself.

“C’mon, it’s pretty obvious.” He chuckled as you shook your head. “No, no, you need to be taught a lesson, Cupcake. You were disrespectful to your captain and I need you to understand that it’s not acceptable behavior, got it?”

When you didn’t open your mouth, he rolled his eyes and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking upwards and causing you to cry out in surprise. He took the opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, causing you to gag and choke as you tried to pull back. He was stronger than you, it wasn’t hard for him to hold you how he wanted. He kept a hold of your hair as he pulled back just enough for you to gasp for air, eyes watering, before he snapped his hips forward, shoving his cock down your throat.

You couldn’t stop yourself from gagging, putting your hands on his hips for balance as he fucked your mouth. He started a pattern of thrusting a few times before pulling back to let you breathe, admiring the tears in your eyes, how wet your lips were, the spit and cum that was spilling out of the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin, before he would push his cock back in with a groan.

“That’s it, baby, are you learning your lesson?” He grunted as he pulled you off, keeping a firm hold on your hair as his hand reached down, caressing your face gently. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“‘M sorry, Buggy.” You managed to whimper. He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. You shouldn’t have called him by his name. You reluctantly opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, wincing when he took his cock and slapped it against your tongue. 

“Such a brat.” He muttered, stroking his cock against your tongue before he forced it back down your throat, your nose pressing into his pelvis, buried in the blue pubes at the base of his cock. You let out a muffled whine, putting your hands back on his hips, digging your nails into him as you were held into place. “Y’know, been a while since you’ve had to hold your breath, babe… how long can you hold it with my cock down your throat?”

He laughed, pulling you off his cock long enough for you to get air before he thrust back into your mouth, holding your head in place as he started to count slowly, gripping your hair tightly. You shut your eyes, trying your best to do what he wanted, but it was hard. His free hand had detached, moving to the waistband of your pants and slipping down your pants. It was hard to focus when his fingers slid over your clit, surprising you, eyes opening wide as you whined around his cock.

“Oh, babe, no underwear? Really?” Buggy chuckled as his fingers slipped past your folds to tease you. “And already wet… is this turning you on, me using your mouth to warm my cock? D’you want me to fuck you next?”

Another muffled whine, eyes pleading with him as you tried to push off him. It was almost too much. You needed air. He held you in place for another ten seconds, counting down, before he pulled off and let you breathe.

“I really wanted to cum down your throat…” He sighed as he looked down at your tear streaked face. He let go of your hair and caressed your cheek gently, a contrast to how he was just handling you moments ago. His other hand continued teasing you, ghosting over your clit. “You know what, I’d rather fuck your pussy than your throat, so get on the bed and on your knees.”

“W-What?” You managed to get out, trying to catch your breath as his hand was pulled from your pants. He grabbed you by the front of your shirt, pulling you to your feet and shoving you toward the bed. “B-Buggy-”

“‘B-Buggy!’” He mocked as he started stripping off his clothes. “Get your ass naked and get on the bed now.” He had to take a moment to admire that you actually listened to him, starting with your shirt, using it to wipe your face before kicking your shoes off and letting your pants drop, stepping out of them to kick them aside. You stood and looked at him, biting your lip before he snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed once more. 

You did as you were told, climbing onto it and positioning yourself on your knees, hoping it was right Apparently it wasn’t because there was a hand on your back, between your shoulders, shoving you face down into the mattress, leaving your ass up in the air. Buggy chuckled softly as he climbed onto bed behind you, giving your ass a slap, causing you to yelp. 

“Oh, come on, that wasn’t that hard.” He chuckled, slapping your ass once more while his other hand took hold of his cock. You were quite the sight, ass in the air, you craning your neck to look back at him, face red as he dragged the tip of his cock through your folds, causing you to whine. “Fuck, just look at you, babe. You like me choking you with my cock? You’re fuckin’ dripping all over yourself.”

“S-Shut up!” You huffed, glaring at him as he pressed the tip of his cock against you. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the bit of discomfort, but he suddenly pulled away for a moment. Confused, you opened your eyes, ready to say something, but you felt his tongue instead, moving through your folds, tasting you as you let out a cry, fisting the bedsheets. “Buggy!”

He pulled back, giving your ass a sharp pinch. “Say my name one more time.” He warned as you whimpered. “It's Captain Buggy, you brat.” 

“‘m sorry!” 

“Are you?” Buggy asked as he straightened up, taking hold of himself once more to press himself against you. “Should just get this over with, I got shit to do after this.”

He kept one hand on your hip as he pushed himself in, grunting at the tightness. He moved his hand to your back, keeping you pressed down as he bottomed out, letting out a groan as you whined and moaned for him, wriggling underneath him as he stilled for just a moment.

“Aw, fuck, babe.” He groaned, pulling his hips back before snapping them forward, jolting your body with his movements. His pace was slow, pulling back to thrust forward, dragging his nails over your back. You let out a whimper as his hips moved, closing your eyes, gripping the bed sheets tightly. It was almost too much, the position you were in, the way he angled his hips, his cock brushing over the sweet spot that had you seeing stars-

He pulled back, the tip still in, before slamming his hips into you. He leaned over you, your knees buckling under his weight, as he reached down to brush your hair out of your eyes. “Aw, babe, you're not supposed to be enjoying this.”

“C-Captain-”

“Oh, there we go, finally sinking in?” He chuckled, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging in and leaving bruises, his speed increasing as you moaned and cried out under him. He wasn't sure he would last much longer but he needed to be sure you learned a lesson. “Maybe… maybe next time I'll do this in front of the crew, let them know that sometimes even you have to be punished.” He felt your muscles clench around him and he laughed. “Oh, you like that idea, don't you, babe?”

“N-No, I don't!” You whimpered as your body responded to his words. The idea of anyone seeing you fucked like this by Buggy, them hearing the words he said to you, was too.much. His pace picked up, hitting your g-spot, as his hand reached under to play with your clit. It didn't take much to have you crying out as you came, clenching around him. He came after a few thrusts, holding himself against you, not letting a drop of cum out before he started to pull back.

“Fuck, babe, are you okay?” Buggy asked as he helped you onto your back, brushing your hair out of your face. His tone was different, softer than before, as he looked you over. “Was that too much?”

“‘m good.” You mumbled as you grinned wearily at him. “You? Are you okay?”

He hesitated for a moment before nodding; you reached for him and pulled him onto the bed, pulling him to you as you kissed his temple. Honestly, you weren't concerned for yourself but him. You two collaborated on this scene, knowing what was to be expected, but he still seemed unsure about being rough with you.

“You were wonderful, Buggy, thank you.” You assured him as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much.”

“You're okay then?” He asked as he glanced up at you. “I didn't hurt you?”

“No, no, you were fine.” You told him as you removed his bandana and tossed it aside. “Do you want me to get you anything? Something to drink? I need to get you cleaned up.”

Buggy just shrugged, tightening his arms around you as he settled himself in your arms. He just needed a moment, he wanted to be sure you were okay. You let him stay in your arms for a bit, running your fingers up and down his arm gently, letting him relax. Honestly, you loved every second of it and hoped you could do it again, but you wanted to make sure he would be okay.

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: Soft NC-17 for this chapter. Warning: Communication is a THING. These two are trying. Buggy is mopey. They're working on it, okay. Talks of sex, some touching happens, Cupcake needs her man. A/N: Still dealing with relationship stuff.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 13

The two of you took a ‘break’ from what you had been up to for a month, instead going back to more simple sex. Buggy still thought writing up scripts was the way to go, but you were neutral on the idea. While you understood where he was coming from as it was to make you more comfortable, it felt like maybe some of the fun and spontaneity was taken out of it, which you told him when he brought it up again one night, leading to an argument.

“It’s for your benefit!” He insisted as he held out the blank sheets of paper to you. “I don't want you upset again!”

“Buggy, I appreciate it but I don't think it's going to work!” You told him from your spot on the bed, refusing to take the stack from him. “Why does it have to be a script? Why can't we just write out some things that are not okay to say?”

“Becaaaaause!” He whined pitifully. “What if I upset you again? Baby, I don't want to make you cry!”

“If we talk things out we’ll be okay.” You sighed as he pouted at you. He looked silly, face still full of makeup, hair pulled back in his bandana, lips pouty as he looked down at you with the papers in his hand. He kept trying to get you to take it from him, which you knew if you did it meant the possibility of him wanting to write out extravagant scenes of sex that could either be incredibly cringy or incredibly arousing, you weren't sure.

“Okay, okay, here's my suggestion.” You finally said. “We can try it once and if it ends up working then great, but if it doesn't we don't do it. How does that sound, babe?”

Buggy stopped pouting long enough to think it over. He could win you over with the idea, he just had to make sure the first time was perfect. He didn't want to be the reason you cried.

“Okay, fine.” He agreed. “I'm going to write the most mind blowing sex scene for us, babe. You will be begging me to fuck you.”

“I kinda already do, Buggy.” You reminded him. “Frequently, I might add.”

~

You knew Buggy had focus when he wanted it and right now he was the most focused you'd ever seen him since meeting him and you were the center of it. He was laying on the bed on his stomach, kicking his feet as he stared at you with a stack of paper in front of him, scribbles, words, things crossed out were scattered across them as he chewed on the end of his pencil while you sat back against the headboard knitting a hat. It was evening, the two of you dressed down for the night with him in boxers and you wearing one of his shirts to sleep in. It wasn't worth sleeping naked in case either of you had to get up in the middle of the night for an emergency.

“Might as well illustrate what you wanna do, babe, since you've been staring at me for so long.” You said, not looking up from your project. “ What are you planning in that head of yours?”

“Oh, you'll find out.” He grinned, reaching over with the pencil to tap you on the foot lightly. “You'll love it.”

You glanced over at him, nudging his arm with your foot gently. He grabbed it and kissed the top of it before he returned to his papers.

“You like me being fearsome, so I gotta make sure I'm like that for you.” Buggy said as he wrote some things down. “And I love what you do for me, y’know, all that shit you say. The filth that comes out of your pretty mouth is so surprising, babe.”

“Aw, well, I'm glad I can surprise you.” You grinned, setting the knitting aside before stretching out on the bed in front of him, laying on your side as you propped your head up on your hand. “So, what do you have so far, Buggy?”

He looked at you, down at the scribbled pages, then back at you. “Nothing… yet! Art takes time, babe, you can't rush the process!’

“Okay, okay.” You chuckled softly. “Just let me know what you need.”

Buggy shrugged as he looked back down at his papers. He just wanted it to be perfect. He didn't want to see you upset like that again. He didn't mean to upset you that day; a month had passed but it felt like yesterday. He was determined to make sure you two could still continue what you had been doing but without anyone feeling put out. With a sigh he wrote some things down again before tapping the pencil against the paper.

“Would it help if you said out loud what you wanted to write?” You suggested. “I won't say anything, I'll just listen.”

He shrugged again, crossing something out again as he mumbled, “I just want it to be perfect.”

“Babe, I love you and I'll love whatever you write out, okay?” You assured him. “It's not like we’re going to have an audience, y’know, so don't worry.”

“Still.” He frowned and crossed his arms in front of him, resting his head on them. “Just want it to be perfect.”

You sighed and reached over to run your fingers through his hair gently. This was something you had been worried about, that he would stress about it more than he needed to. You got up and crawled over to him, pushing him onto his back before settling on his thighs. He looked up at you curiously, his hands moving to rest on your thighs as you placed your hands on top of his.

“Here's the thing, babe. I love when you fuck me.” You started to tell him as your fingers laced with his as you looked down at him. “You are sweet, gentle, and caring and I love that about you. And I also love it when you're rough and when you tell me all the things you'd do to me if only we had time.” You grinned down at him. You always loved seeing him under you. “Y’know, about making sure I can't walk for a few days, how you'd fuck me ‘til I'm seein’ stars and your name is the only one I'd know after you're done wrecking me.”

“Fuck, Cupcake-”

“Yes?” You pulled your hand free from his and reached down to touch his cheek. “I can stop if you want. Just let me know, okay?”

“Mm, no, no, it's fine, just…” He turned his head to kiss your palm softly. “Give me a sec, babe.”

You nodded, stroking his cheek softly as you moved your other hand to his chest, sliding your palm over his chest slowly, running your fingers through his chest hair, occasionally tugging at some of it. 

“I love you, Buggy.” You murmured as he nodded, taking a deep breath before he sat up suddenly, arm wrapping behind your back to keep you from losing your balance from his movements. Your hands went to his shoulders, steadying yourself as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“You fuckin’ better.” He growled, catching you by surprise. He grinned, keeping you close as you stared at him. “Aw, babe, did I startle you? You thought you had me all relaxed and cozy under you, thinking you were in charge.” 

“Yea, um-”

“Shh, shh, don't talk, baby.” He murmured, tightening his hold on you as his free hand moved between your bodies and between your legs. “This is okay, yea? Tell me this is okay.”

“You um, just told me not to talk, Buggy.” You assured him, digging your nails into his shoulders as his fingers dipped between your folds. You had opted not to wear underwear, just out of laziness, and you were glad you didn't. “But, um, this is okay, really.”

“Good.” Buggy grinned as he touched you, teasing you just enough that you were squirming in his lap. “What should I do to you, hm? Keep touching you like this, or should I watch you fuck yourself on my cock while I sit back and watch?”

“Oh fuck.” Honestly, you didn't care. He was touching you so carefully, fingers circling your clit, brushing over your entrance, the gentlest of touches, when really you just wanted him to get to fucking you. You let your head drop onto his shoulder, letting out a pitiful whine before he was tutting and shaking his head.

“No, no, I need to see your gorgeous face.” He scolded gently. “Cupcake, baby, do I need to back you into a corner to get you to look at me?”

“Gimme a second, Buggy!” You huffed at him, digging your nails into his skin as he pressed his finger in slowly. “J-Jus’ wasn’t expectin’ this.”

He grinned, his hand still while you took a deep breath. You didn’t anticipate this happening, but you weren’t complaining. You just wanted him to relax, to stop worrying about every little thing, and if him taking charge like this and teasing you until you wanted to scream then fine, you could cope with him slowly pushing his finger in, barely to the second knuckle, whispering to you how much he loved you, that you meant the world to him, that he was going to fuck you slow tonight, take his time for sure until you were a mess underneath him.

And he did pull his hand back to flip you onto your back, looking down at you. Buggy had no filter. He couldn’t stop himself as he looked at you, wearing his shirt, spreading your legs for him. He suddenly blurted out, “Will you marry me?”

That was not what you were expecting to hear.