#when their eyes are all buggy and their foreheads are silly

[sorrelkeys]

babey

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

You know that feeling when you want to make a good impression and eveything you do feels low-key humiliating

Or when you're just perpetually mortified about every word that leaves your mouth by default regardless of what's happening or who you're talking to like I am—

ANYWAY HERE'S SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT THE BOYS BEING EMBARASSED OR SOMETHING—

Oooh Nooooo

Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x Reader

Needless pointless fluff with the tiniest bit of hurt-comfort or something

Live-action or anime/manga canon, either or both

I don't think there are any TWs?

Sorry for wasting all of our time with this silliness

Anyway here's some Nu.

Zoro

He just pushes himself much too hard sometimes.

Sitting down and "taking a nap" after training, when he's clearly well beyond his limit.

Or rather "passing out from utter exhaustion with his swords unsheathed across his lap."

It could have ended a lot worse than a rogue wave washing across the deck and a gash on his arm.

Grumbling about how he's fine and doesn't need any help the whole time you're wrapping bandages around his arm and chiding him.

Going silent and tense for a moment when you wrap him in a tight hug and softly ask him to be more careful.

No, he's not blushing, he's never blushed in his entire life, shut up

Hugging you back? What are you talking about?

Gives a little growl of annoyance, refusing to let you go for longer than he's willing to admit, and will probably say it was for your benefit if anyone asks.

Sanji

The old *whoops* with the pepper shaker.

It had already been a long day, he was just trying to wind down in the kitchen.

Trying to season a very simple, very straightforward sauce.

And the entire lid falls off of the pepper shaker, and into the pot, along with a massive pile of ground black pepper.

And he just lets out a groan of defeat, dropping to his knees and letting his forehead fall against the edge of the stove with a weak little thunk.

But no no no, you're already hurrying over to help scoop out the excess pepper, reassuring him that it'll definitely be fine.

Your rush to assist him is enough to make him smile in itself, to let out a small affectionate chuckle as he watches you grimace at the taste the ruined sauce, before you meet his eye and try to fake a smile.

Decides to repurpose the sauce in question, to get back at the idiots that loosened the pepper shaker lid in the first place.

The two of you are left snickering to yourselves while the rest of the crew fights over the nearest jug of fresh water after tasting it themselves.

Shanks

Man could probably drop a knife and sever three of his toes and still manage to laugh it off, what is "embarrassment...?"

Well, it's a little more subtle.

It's having to relearn how to use both a sword and a pen after losing half of his dominant arm.

It's laughing off how his handwriting looks like a child's now.

It's getting mildly annoyed at trying to button a shirt one-handed and simply tucking it into his belt instead.

It's refusing help with simple tasks that could be made far simpler if the stubborn idiot would just let you help already—

It's hearing him chuckle and agree when you call him a stubborn idiot for refusing any help, settling his hand in your hair and pulling you close.

The whole process is embarrassing in itself, but he's got you, and he's got his crew, and that makes it all so much easier.

Mihawk

What on earth could he possibly have to be embarrassed about?

World's Greatest Swordsman, one of the seven Warlords, with a sense of wit as devastating as his blade.

And yet, despite all his efforts to hide it, he's just a big softie.

As if it wasn't already evident from how he allowed Zoro to live after challenging him and subsequently trained him, with the convenient excuse of wanting a worthy rival.

He's going to glare at you with a sharpness that could slice clean through diamond if you suggest out loud that he did any of it out of kindness, much less fondness.

But he's also going to sigh in an irritable sort of defeat when you kiss his cheek and compliment him for finding such a perfect balance between mercy and murder.

And mumble just as irritably about how you're lucky he finds you endearing enough to keep around, begrudgingly proving your point without even realizing it.

Buggy

Lives in a perpetual state of embarrassment that he tries to mask with haughtiness and aggression.

It mostly revolves around the elephant in the room.

The very red, very round elephant in the room, attached to the very center of his face.

The one he might just slaughter anyone for mentioning in front of him.

Who nose what that could possibly be *wink-wink*nudge-nudge**stupidest-pun*

But the second you plant a kiss there and say how cute it is, in a way that makes it clear you're not condescending or taunting him about it, he's too busy blushing and sputtering over his words to remember what he was supposed to be angry about in the first place.

[recuira]

Buggy Headcanons ˗ˏˋ꒰🍒꒱ˎˊ˗

★ — OPLA Buggy the Clown ♡

﹢he's the type of guy to follow the "i hate everyone but you" trope. the second he sees you, his heart lights up and he drops everything he's doing to go talk to you, even just for a moment. he could be heated, yelling at his crew, but when he sees you, he smiles and drops everything until you leave.

﹢he's a sucker for cuddles. absolutely loves them. if he's had a long and stressful day, he'll just fall on top of you and pass out. he loves to lay on you. his head on your chest as he rub his back or play with his hair. he definitely snores. not too loud but not quiet either. sometimes it'll get loud and you'll need to wake him up to get some decent sleep x)

﹢both a morning/night person. he goes to bed late and wakes up early. he doesn't get too much sleep because of how busy he is. sometimes the only time he gets with you is when you're both in me. if he's not deathly tired, he'll lay on his side with his head propped up on his hand as he listens to you talk about your day. your voice soothes him.

﹢he's very insecure. lowkey hates himself. his ego is forced and a facade for others so he can intimidate them. he hates his nose. he hates the subject being brought up in any conversation. when he was younger, before meeting shanks, he would wear a mask to hide his nose.

﹢i know everyone is like "buggy is a sex god and dominant and-" no. sorry. he is extremely insecure. it took him a while to show you who he really was. he lets himself unfold with you. he is himself with you. his true self.

﹢the crossbones on his forehead and upper cheek are tattooed on but he paints his face with makeup. his eyelashes are naturally long but he does wear falsies to accentuate it and make himself look more like a clown. his hair is naturally long but he tends to tuck and pin it back underneath the striped bandana.

﹢he likes things to be equal during sex. no top or bottom. as cringe as it may sound, he loves to call it 'love-making'. no fucking or hooking up - rather making love with one another. he worships you, especially in the bedroom. constant kisses and praise. loves doing all of the work, especially if you're stressed out. his favorite position is when you're both laying down on your sides and your holding each other while he makes love to you.

﹢he's a strict believer in taking care of you. pays for meals, surprises you with presents, doesn't want you working- he wants you to be completely comfortable and satisfied. someone as special like you should never even lift a finger. he has it all covered.

﹢loves to let you do his makeup. sometimes he'll be reading the newspaper while you're painting his eyes or lips. it's like he's an actor and you're his makeup artist. he can never get the lines as precise and as neat as you can. once you're finished, he gives you a kiss on your cheek, leaving a red mark. this happens every time.

﹢he's a goofy drunk, very humorous and silly. but as he sobers up, he becomes extremely clingy and doesn't let go of you.

﹢in the public eye, he acts very possessive of you, like he's the one in control. he always needs to be touching you. if you're apart, he'll send a hand your way and hold yours while he's busy. preferably his off-hand so he can still get some work done.

﹢people are scared of him for obvious reasons but when it's just the two of you, he's a big baby. sometimes he'll even use a certain voice whenever he talks to you. you tease him in public, telling others he's a completely different person when you two are alone. he laughs, calls you crazy, and plays it off.

﹢he loves no one more than he loves you.

﹢whenever he performs a show, he always gets you a seat up front. makes sure you can kick your feet up, your popcorn is always full, and you're enjoying yourself. whenever he pulls someone up on the set to help with one of his acts, you're almost always the person he picks.

﹢his favorite moments with you are when you're sitting on the deck of his ship, everyone else is asleep, and the two of you are counting the stars together and admiring one another.

﹢he loves to eat. if you two are eating together, he'll ask for the rest of yours and then some. messy eater, too.

﹢he's a great listener. loves to hear about your day.

﹢he loves to give you massages. just loves to pamper you, in general. your feet will be kicked up on his lap as he rubs them and you vent about your day or your laying on your back and he's above you, massaging your shoulders and hips.

﹢he just loves you. and he is a sweet and delicate man so treat him like one. he's the type of guy to sacrifice the world for you, not you for the world.

[rorywritesjunk]

I won't treat you like you're oh so typical

Buggy wakes you up to help him with his makeup and he sometimes get grabby.

Rating: Soft R? Idk. Some swearing, and uh, innuendos. No sex. I plan to write sex at some point but I just wanted to keep this kind of fluffy for now.

Warnings: Insecure!Buggy because that's my anime husband right there, needing assurance while his lady does his makeup. Some swearing. Buggy is kind of a brat in this.

A/N: Inspired by the image of that woman sitting on top of another doing her makeup. The title comes from "Closer" by Tegan & Sara. Part Two is here!

“You have got to stop moving, Buggy.” You warned as you held the eyeliner pencil near his eye. “Do you want to be known as Captain Buggy the One-Eyed Clown? Because that’s what’s going to happen if your hand grabs my ass again.”

“But baaaabe!” He whined underneath you. You sat up and crossed your arms as you looked down at him. Currently you had him laying underneath you on your shared bed while you straddled him to do his makeup. Barely twenty minutes ago he woke you up from a deep sleep, demanding you help him with your makeup. You were still in your damn pajamas as you sat on top of your silly boyfriend.

“Buggy.” You sighed. “I can’t get this done if you keep groping me.”

“I can’t help it!” Buggy pouted. “Why are you trying to seduce me while doing my makeup? I can’t control myself when you’re dressed like this!”

You rolled your eyes. This being your pajamas. Light green boxer shorts with bananas printed on them and a shirt you cut the sleeves off of. Of course he’d find that sexy. You held the pencil up threateningly. 

“Let me continue or this is going to take all day.” You told him as you leaned back down. He sighed and settled back down on the bed. While you managed to keep his arms pinned to his sides with your knees, his hands still could wander. You cursed his Devil Fruit powers when it came to situations like this. Sure, they were great for getting things off tall shelves or scratching your back when he was busy, but times like this you cursed it.

“Oh, what big plans do you have?” He asked as you worked the pencil around his eyes carefully. You didn’t respond at first, being careful not to jab him in the eye either on purpose or on accident. You sat up just enough to make sure the job was done well before you sat back up to grab the next bit of makeup. “Does it involve getting naked at any point with your fearsome Captain boyfriend?”

You gave him an unamused look as you grabbed a different pencil, the one you used to draw the skull on his forehead. “I was planning on going back to sleep because my silly Captain boyfriend woke me up to do his makeup and won’t stop trying to feel me up.”

He grinned cheekily at that as one of his hands did grab your ass, giving a sharp pinch to your left cheek. You yelped and reached back to swat at his hand before looking back at him. “Come on!”

“Stop seducing me then!” He whined. “Why do you have to be on top of me every time anyway?”

“Because… of the lighting, Buggy.” You told him as you lied through your teeth. This wasn’t the first time you’ve done his makeup like this. In the past you tried while he sat at his vanity, but found it hard to get the right lighting. Not to mention there was a mirror there and he could see everything you did. He made it a point to give a running commentary about what you were doing wrong and it drove you crazy. You finally gave up and had him lay down on the bed where you could see his face better and have better angles for his makeup. “And the shadows on your face throw me off when you sit down. If I do it this way, I can see your beautiful face more clearly..”

He fell silent as you called his face beautiful, and you noticed his cheeks were a little red. You smiled and kissed him on the forehead before you finished drawing the skull and crossbones. You looked down at him and grinned. So far the makeup wasn’t looking half bad. The last bit was applying the red lipstick. This was actually your favorite part because it was the easiest, and honestly, his lips were so soft to touch that every time you did apply his lipstick, you couldn’t help but kiss him afterwards. 

You grabbed his chin gently to keep his head still as you dabbed it over his lips carefully, making sure to apply it thick. He looked up at you as you did, taking notice how focused you were and how you even stuck your tongue out in concentration. It was… it was cute. He liked seeing you like that. He managed not to pout when you let go of his chin, but when he felt your thumbs on his lips, no doubt to smear the excess lipstick around his mouth, he couldn’t help but kiss at the pads of your thumbs. 

You smiled and cupped his head in your hands gently as you leaned down to kiss him. Fresh makeup on Buggy was always a glorious sight to see, because you knew in a few hours it would start to fade, smear, and look unkempt. You had the honor of seeing him first each day.

After a moment, you nipped at his bottom lip gently before you pulled back from the kiss. You reached up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking surprised to see so much red lipstick on it. You must have overdone this time. When you looked back at Buggy, however, you saw the look in his eyes and began to have regrets.

“Buggy…” 

He wasted no time pushing you on your back and rolling on top of you, forcing your legs apart as he grinned down at you. He reached up to touch your lips, dragging his thumb over them slowly, and when he pulled his hand back you could see there was still lipstick on you. You rarely wore makeup, not really enjoying it on yourself as much as you enjoyed seeing it on Buggy. He stared at your lips for a moment longer before he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, working his way to your jawline and to your ear, humming in appreciation as he saw the red marks he was leaving. 

He pressed a kiss to your earlobe before whispering, “You really think I’m beautiful, or are you just saying that so I fuck you?”

Honestly, it caught you off guard. He was beautiful. Fuck, his eyes, hair, nose, everything about him was beautiful. His personality, at times, drove you crazy, and he knew that, but you also knew he still had insecurity about his looks and being a pirate and, well, everything. He was just insecure. You reached up and put your hands on his cheeks, smushing them forward and making his lips pucker; he was resembling a goofy fish at that moment.

“The most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled him down for a kiss, holding on for just a moment before pulling back and pressing your lips to his nose. You could feel him tense up, and you were proud of him for not pulling away. After letting go of his face, your hands removed his bandana and your fingers began combing through his hair. “Fearsome and flashy, Captain Buggy.” 

“That so?” He grinned, the moment seeming to pass now. “Tell me more then.”

“I’d love to.” You replied. “If you get off me and let me finish your damn makeup.”

[wordy-little-witch]

Silly Buggy ideas, but Buggy have oversensitive observation Haki but also Buggy having a strange ability not unlike the voice of all things, specifically being able to hear the echoes of energy from others. He can hear, see and sense the dead, the dying, the things beyond this world.

It's both INCREDIBLE useful and fairly useless. Buggy is constantly getting a lot of Input, because echoes exist everywhere and he's semi desensitized to it all. Sometimes they give him useful info, like a heads up about am attack from behind or little reminders. Sometimes they just wanna cause Mischief and Buggy, being the only "fleshy" who can see them, is their target. He gives as good as he gets though.

He forgets sometimes that others can't detect the other's, so he'll overhear a recruit in a heated discussion with another about ghosts existing, will drop a serious "Oh yeah they're definitely real. There's a bunch here, too" and then leaves, never to explain or expand on that again, his underlings now SWEATING bc Chairman Buggy What Do You Mean-??

Add in that certain blades in One Piece are given specific titles and specifications because they meet certain criteria. Yoru is one of the highest ranked blades in existence. She is imbued with Mihawk's Haki, but she's also spirited and has a soul - one imbued into her by the death of other handlers/smiths. Mihawk, as her Current Wielder, is able to feel and hear her, but Buggy can see her. He's.... a little intimidated by her, all things considered, but he's also got some survival instincts AND sense, so he's always polite. Yoru actually quite likes him. He isn't sure if he likes being favored by the patchwork persona of a giant and deadly weapon.

Crocodile meanwhile can never understand why Buggy has such a fixation on cleaning his hook. It's clean enough, but he will admit that it does often feel better when he gets it back from the clown. He'll allow it.

Buggy just has full on conversations with dead people when he's alone, not bothering to hide it at all, and because of the close proximity his main crew has had with him for so long, they also begin to find themselves Noticing things. None of them really have the same innate ability as their captain, but Buggy's Haki has braided into theirs just enough to give them glimpses, usually of the more powerful beings present.

Crocodile and Mihawk only really notice it when they are both tired, stressed, worried over a feverish, unconscious jester, and between one look and the next there is suddenly a fourth man in the room. They both jolt upwards, defensive, protective, until the man turns enough to flash them a familiar grin, and they both gape.

Gol D Roger cackles soundlessly at their expressions before turning back to Buggy. His smile softens, his eyes fall lidded, and sweat slick curls are brushed back from a burning forehead with a tenderness most would think the King of Pirates incapable of. The pinch in Buggy's brow twitches, a soft whine of discontent rising hoarsely from his throat. He turns his head, a mumble of what may have been nonsense or may have been a horribly slurred attempt at "cap'n-".

There is no sound from Roger, at least not that the dark haired men could hear, but they see the man move his lips, see Buggy's head turn towards him, like a flower to the sun. They smell the sudden wave of sea salt and rum and laughter, a scent without compare. They can't do much else but watch as a dead man takes up vigil at the side of a man he had once called son.

Buggy's fever breaks early the next morning.

[beanghostprincess]

Silly goofy wild and funky idea:

Transman Crocodile who transitioned via Ivankov.

Cross Guild events and Cross Guild Poly where Buggy finally gets the nerve to come out to her two lieutenants and also boyfriends. Mihawk just blinks like "yes? Your Haki is distinctly feminine, so this makes perfect sense. Oh, dear why are you crying, stop that-" meanwhile Crocodile has to bite back every single we traded genders joke and instead just shrugs, going "I quite literally could not be paid to give a fuck. You know I'm bisexual, this changes little, Clown."

Croc does off hand offer to hook Buggy up with Iva if that's smth she's interested in, tho.

Meanwhile Sanji has come out to the Strawhats as a transwoman as well, and the reactions are much more dramatic but no less supportive - if anything, some may be too supportive /hj ((Franky calls her queen and sis and Hawt Mama, Chopper already began working on ways to synthesize estrogen Just In Case, Luffy could not be made to give a single fuck, Ussop is swooning, Zoro informs her that this changes nothing and he'll still kick her ass, Robin offers her congratulations, Nami is already mathing out adding another bed in the girls' room or making a room JUST for Sanji and Ussop to share, Brooke waits 0.006783259 seconds before asking to see undies, just everyone being supportive and stupid))

This leads to Ivankov getting two separate contacts for their services, and so they arrange to meet at a small-ish island to help both, two birds, one stone :)).

Both crews go full Spiderman meme when they come across each other, and Iva handles it with all the gentility of a bull in a china shop, whisking both ladies away while the rest are left just plain gaping and awkwardly avoiding eye contact or completely oblivious to the tension (cough cough LUFFY).

Insert your own silly ideas here, generally.

But when they come back, Mihawk, Crocodile and Ussop are all just absolutely SWOONING for different reasons, full of Respect Woman Juice and I Love My Wife energy, it's adorable and cute and funny.

((Bonus: Luffy calls Buggy auntie without hesitation, and she almost cries even as she punches him over the head))

THIS IS SO CUTE SELJKFNSFLEFNLNDFDLKNSDLK

Okay, so, my thoughts on this. Crocodile having to hold back the 'we traded genders' joke is so damn real and I laughed SO hard. Love him. So true. And transfem Buggy lives in my mind rent free so this is just perfect because I absolutely love her. She's my beloved. She'd be so anxious about it and cry and Mihawk and Crocodile are like-- So done with her because she's acting stupid and dramatic and of course they're going to still want her. And she's crying and they're rolling their eyes and patting her head at the same time. Poor thing. She needs comfort okay??

And,, Transfem Sanji coming out is always so beautiful in my head. She's been battling her gender issues for AGES and now she feels comfortable enough to come out to the crew. She's anxious but she knows she has to do this now or she never will. And it's-- It's so real to me. The way she would explain everything that happened to her back in Momoiro Island and then say that she's actually a girl. And everyone's quiet because they know she's looking at Luffy only right now, expecting an answer from her captain. And Luffy is just like "??? Okay? You're still my cook. So who cares? You seem happier now!" and that is when Sanji starts crying. Because of course she's crying. And of course, Usopp is the one to hug her first because that's his girlfriend and she needs a hug and forehead kisses right now. But they have 0 privacy because Luffy wants hugs too. I mean. Obviously.

Franky is loud af and he's SOBBING while he screams how proud he is of their cook (I've always said Franky feels like a girldad because just look at how he interacts with Nami. And he's sooooooooo loving Sanji right now). Robin would be so so proud too and would say she's happy for her and smile in the sweetest of ways (Robin please adopt me). I think Chopper would also ask a lot of questions before making estrogen, just in case, but then he'd go and try to make it right away. Nami hugs Sanji but the sweet moment doesn't last long because she's already telling Franky her ideas for a bigger, better room for the girls or!!! "Better!!!!!! A room for Sanji and Usopp so we don't have to deal with them!!!!!! But also make the girl's room bigger because I say so!!!!!!". Zoro says he doesn't give a fuck because he will still kick her ass but he's secretly happy that she looks more relaxed and comfortable in her skin. Brook is Brook and he says his Brook thing about panties but I think Sanji would kick him having the best gender affirmation moment of her fucking life. And Jinbe is just the cutest because I think he'd laugh at the chaotically sweet situation and say that strength comes from being happy with yourself and Sanji is the strongest for being so brave and true to herself (he be saying poetic and cute shit like that and he expects me not to absolutely love him. Dad behavior. I am SO sure he would beat the shit out of anybody who misgendered Sanji. But that's what any Strawhat would do, so,,,).

They go see Iva (Iva my beloved) and they're all,, So uncomfortable,, Buggy acts overconfident and says she's perfectly fine and not scared at all of what Iva's going to do to her body (liar. She's scared af and Crocodile and Mihawk know so they keep scaring her even more because it's funny to see their girlfriend crying. Look. The fact that they're soft and dating doesn't mean they're not gonna bully her). And Sanji has smoked like two fucking boxes of cigarettes already despite saying that she doesn't care about it (she has never been more excited in her entire life) and she's holding Usopp's hand so hard she's going to break it at some point. Anyway, Iva is a dramatic bitch and they make Sanji and Buggy come with them to a more private place because they want it to be a surprise for everyone (drama queen. Love them. I would do it too. Trust the process, girls, you're in good hands). So Cross Guild and the Strawhats end up alone and waiting for their girls to come back. And. Yeah. Uncomfortable. Zoro looks at Mihawk at some point and goes:

Zoro: I thought you were gay. Mihawk: I swing both ways. Usopp: Actually, you swing sword- Mihawk: Awful. Shut up. Don't ever speak to me again. Don't even look at my direction, actually. Roronoa, why is your crew like this? Zoro: It was really funny, though. Mihawk: I wish to not partake in this conversation anymore. Everyone just shut up and wait. ............. Luffy: Hey, guys, do you think Sanji's going to have bigger boobs than Zor- Nami: OH MY GOD LUFFY YOU CAN'T SAY THAT Luffy: BUT I'M CURIOUS Zoro: Yeah, she's going to ask for the biggest of boobs only to piss me off because she's annoying like that. Mihawk: Why would you even care about your breast size, Roronoa? Crocodile: Tsk. You care about mine. Usopp: OH MY GOD SJKFNSKDEWKFJNJKSFN

Okay, so Sanji and Buggy eventually come back. Finally. And they were gorgeous before but now they're even more beautiful because they actually look extremely happy with their bodies. I want to describe how I see them but just check @/vongulli's account and see their fem Buggy because she kills me every time and that's the only way I can see fem Buggy now. And Sanji to me looks like @/sibmakesart's fem Sanji. This artist made a nude fem Sanji not long ago and I loved it,, So much,, ANYWAY!!!!!! Getting carried away.. Thinking about women. It's not my fault I'm a lesbian. But they look perfect and they're comfortable and happy. And Sanji's boobs are surprisingly not huge and Zoro makes a comment about that but Sanji is like:

Sanji: WHAT????? YOU ONLY SEE ME AS A BOOB-OBSESSED GIRL OR WHAT? Literally everyone at the same time: Yes. Sanji: Well, for your information- Usopp: She likes thighs more Sanji: Usopp, don't tell them- Iva: And also, my dears, that is not how my power works Zoro: So you did ask for big boobs and you couldn't have them Sanji: I'm going to kill you and wearing heels it's going to hurt even more Usopp: Is it weird that I'm kind of turned on right now? Nami: ...Haha Usopp: Are you okay? Nami: Hey, Usopp, I- Usopp: You can't fuck her Nami: I swear I can't have anything!!! What do you have against lesbians??? Usopp: YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY??? Nami: I dunno, yes??

Crocodile and Mihawk are having... A moment. They will still bully her and they're sure she's going to look extremely pretty crying and whining but right now she deserves to be worshipped because just look at her. Buggy approaches them and she's like "If you laugh I'm going to throw knives at you and then leave Cross Guild and!! And!! And I'm going to be really mad so pleasedon'tlaughireallylikethispleasedon'truinit" and they look at her with the fondest of looks (but gotta be honest, they're so horny right now it's unbearable. Like yes, happy wife happy home happy everything but also happy dick because just look at her). Crocodile is just frowning and genuinely asks "Why would we laugh? You look stunning, dear" and Mihawk follows with "I must say I'm not surprised, since you've always looked beautiful. But you look... More satisfied with yourself." And Buggy has to hold back the tears and that's why she starts saying things like "Pffft. Yeah! I knew I'd be gorgeous like this too! Now I look even flashier!" and y'know, the two men are letting her have her moment because now she looks even better and they can't stop staring at her. So maybe she's right this time when she fakes confidence.

Usopp and Nami need a second to process everything, I think. Also, they both hit Brook at the same time when he's about to ask Sanji the question™. Nami is having a lesbian moment, but of course Sanji realizes and does her Sanji thing like opening her mouth and speaking:

Sanji: Nami-swaaan!!! Do you like how I look now??? Nami, ignoring her and whispering to herself: Disgusting. I hate this. Zoro: At the end of the day it's just curly, huh? Nami: I was thinking with my dick. Zoro: Yeah. Happens. Been there.

So, Usopp and Sanji finally get their moment together because at least the Strawhats are respectful enough to give them their sweet uhhhh two minutes before they start complimenting Sanji. So that's something! Sanji is confident with her body but is a bit shy and isn't sure what Usopp will think about this. Not that she has changed much, even, but, you know. Just different. In a good way for her! But different. And Usopp approaches her slowly and smiling and he's just so so so happy. And he's like "You look gorgeous!" / "... Really? I wasn't sure whether you'd like it-" / "I will always like you! But more importantly, do you like you?" / "I mean- Weird phrasing, but yes. Yes? I think so. Yes." / "Then that's all that matters." And Sanji really, really doesn't want to cry because she has never cried in front of the whole crew. She just can't help it. But Usopp knows she doesn't like it when others see her cry so he quickly wipes her tears away and when she starts laughing (so so happy and full of love) Usopp just needs to kiss her.

Meanwhile, Luffy is there calling Buggy auntie and asking when she's going to tell Shanks about this. She keeps saying she will never tell him and if he wants to find out, he'll do it through her new wanted poster or whatever, but not from her.

[cursedvida]

Can u do a buggy x sick reader? Fluff/comfort. The reader tries to get him to not take care of them because they don't wanna get him sick too.

I came down with a small fever and feel icky.

(if you do this, thank youuuuu)

PROMISE (Buggy x sick!Reader)

Warning: maybe swearing and the fact that english isn't my first language. Also the Reader is a f!Reader.

A/N: basically a fluffy scenario with a stubborn reader and a worried Buggy.

You haven't been feeling too well for a few days. At first it was just a simple sore throat, but now you feel your chest burning every time you cough a little. This morning you noticed that you also have a fever, not very high at first, but now you feel as if everything around you is spinning. You even have a headache because of the discomfort.

You haven't wanted to say anything to anyone, you've always been a pretty independent person and you don't want them to think that you can't stand even a simple cold. But as the hours go by, it's gotten to the point where you can hardly stand up. You feel your face getting very hot. It's not cold, but you're intemperate because of the fever. You have tried to hide your condition for as long as possible, but one of your companions seems to have gone off the deep end and now Buggy is standing in front of you, quite angry.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He's pacing back and forth nervously. He approaches you, taking off one of his gloves so he can touch your forehead.

You immediately pull away.

"Get off" you move away. "I don't want you to get it because of me. It's just a cold, don't worry."

"You're burning up, Y/N…"

You repeat to yourself that it's no big deal. Buggy is very dramatic, that's exactly why you didn't want him to know. Now he's sure to make a big deal out of it and end up sick. And it will all be your fault for not having known how to fake it properly.

You don't like to worry him, Buggy has too much on his mind to be wasting time on trifles. The idea of being a burden and not being able to fend for yourself disgusts you.

"I'll just go rest for a while and that's it" you tell him, smiling. "Don't be angry, come on…"

You sense that he is about to say something to you, but instead of opening his mouth, he just pulls his arms away from his body and sweeps you up.

"Buggy!" You exclaim, somewhere between surprised and embarrassed "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you want to go rest?"

"But I've already told you I'm going by myself. Really, if you do this you'll fall ill…"

Buggy moves closer to you, his arms back in place and now he has you pinned next to his body, carrying you as if you were a heavy sack. His face close to yours, his eyes on your face. You notice how his hands press against the parts of your body they have you by.

"Buggy, I'm serious, if we're that close…"

"What kind of guy would I be if I left you alone with that fever?"

His voice sounds dry, raspy. Buggy is usually outrageous when he gets angry, he likes people to notice him pissed off, to let everyone know he's not in a good mood and therefore the rest are going to pay for it. But right now his anger is different, much more intense, more real. Buggy doesn't yell or make a show of it, he just sounds like he's really hurt. As if you have really offended him.

"Buggy I… I didn't mean something like that. I just…"

"You think I care more about not catching a cold than supporting you?"

"Of course not!" You exclaim as you notice the pain in his words "I never thought anything like that, I just wanted to take care of you."

The clown clicks his tongue, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Look how silly you are sometimes, baby doll" He cocks a half smile just before giving you a kiss on the forehead "This time I'm the one who has to take care of you. And that's what I'm going to do."

And that last sentence doesn't sound like a warning, but a promise.

[onyx-syn]

Currently at work but now I'm imagining you giving Buggy a nice head massage from a hard day at work

Just a fluffy image here 💙

A/N: I promise I'll actually write a fic out when I get the chance but for now ✨imagines✨ also in imaging this as LA buggy but either one (LA, anime, or manga) works for this!

Buggy is a very 'flashy' guy, always putting on performances that the audience just 'loves' to watch and witness, of course led by the man himself. Almost setting the entire circus on fire at one point with his magnificent acts... let's just say it was a rough day that day for everyone.

And today was not exception. While at sea, in his personal quarters, Buggy snuggle up deeper into your chest breathing in your scent as he mummers in delight. Your finger tangled in his blue locks -which is surprisingly soft, he tries to keep up with his hair- slowly pulling out them farther, hearing the sweet sounds of enjoyment from your silly man.

You grip his head gently, moving your finger tips in a scrubby motion, giving his head scratches. You can hear Buggy mumble in your chest along the lines of "god it feels so niceeee".

You smile gleefully as you continue to massage his head, sending waves of happiness to him.

Buggy is the type of man where, yes he does beg and whine much of the time for any sort of attention just for shits and giggles at times, he did need some real genuine attention when it was most needed such as now. He always strived for all eyes on him but the only eyes he needed on him was yours.

Buggy lifts his head up, having a very relaxed look plastered on his face. His makeup was smeared just a smidge but not too much. His eyes half lidded as he stared at you, his watercolor eyes glimmering in the lamps illuminating light.

He leans into your touch, speaking, "That... feels... so good... hmmm" he whispers at the end, falling back into your chest. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls himself closer to you.

You giggle, smiling gleefully at the man you call 'my love'.

"How are you feeling now bugs?" You asked him, curiously. Your hands moving from his soft locks and down to his back, lifting up his vest a bit as your nails move along his back, sending a shockwave of euphoria to him.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, kissing lightly on it as he lets out some mewls of sleepiness.

"Feeling, great, doll" he tells you, giggling lightly as you drag your nails across a spot on his back, around his rib cage, making him feel ticklish.

He may be a killing pillaging pirate, but he had his moments of goodness.

He lifts his head back up to stare at you, smiling maliciously with his red stained lips stick across his beautiful face. You return the smile and press your nose up against his, giving him a bunny kiss before pressing your lips onto his. You knew he was self conscious about his nose, and even then he was still iffy about any sort of loving attention on it, however the bunny kisses slowly won him over.

His presses his lips back onto yours, smirking in the kiss before pulling away. Chuckling at the red stained mark on your lips.

"I love ya, my sugar pie~" he tells you, melting into your touch once more as you now had one hand tangled in his locks of hair, draped over his shoulders and back, and the other hand scratching his back softly.

He pressed his forehead against your chest, letting you kiss the scalp of his sea blue hair.

"I love you too, bugs~"

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Silly Jester

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid!reader

Word count: 1500

Warnings: none

Content: He is a jester first pirate second, he will get you laughing in minutes and he cannot be tamed so the man is a menace 😆😌

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Arlong park was the one place you did not want to end up in but now that’s where you were headed. You had awoken from dizziness you had been knocked out in, your fingers rushing to soothe the throbbing pain on your forehead. You were in a crate, still in the midst of being transported somewhere, but you were being carried by Arlong’s henchmen.

Your shoulder bumped into someone and only then you realized how close you were, to your Captain. His head lulled along to the movement but he was still asleep. His long thick lashes curling up so effortlessly, his blue hair escaping from where he had tied it up under his bandana. You nudged your shoulder into his, which got a groan out of him.

Now just for revenge’s sake you jabbed your elbow into his side. But anticipating his shout, you clamped your handed over his mouth lending to a muffled ‘Ow’.

His eyes shot open, being this close you could see the sliver of green in them. At first his pupils registered shock but the moment he saw you, his irises dilated, softening as you held up your finger against your mouth, signaling for him to be quiet. He obliged but placed his hand over yours to pull it away from his lips to then place it over his cheeks.

His eyes read you like an open book and with all this proximity, he could assess the colour of your eyes, the slightest twitch and he was sure to pull away, he was nervous in wanting to hold you again so you held steady. Your poker face was unbreakable atleast it was till he pressed down your hand into his face as though being away from you for that long wasn’t acceptable. Blood rushed to your cheeks and your lips parted as your palms burned against his rough stubble but it was the way he leaned into your touch, as he drew a deep breath inhaling the scent on your skin that you knew you had missed him too.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered. His voice calm and mature. He wasn’t playing a game.

“I should have told you about my plans.”, he continued, his eye contact reassuring you that there were no lies in his statement.

“You should have.”, you replied as you took control, slipping your hand from under his hold to trail down his neck, his thrumming pulse helping you relax, that although this mess had gotten out of hand and you had fought, you were together.

His hand reached up to the bruise on the side of your head, the moment you felt his touch you winced and his eyes flashed an angry blue.

“Arlong will be answerable for this.”, he seethed but you shushed him instead.

“That could get you killed.”, you blurt out. Your fights with him were many but they never lasted long. He may not look it but he communicated well. It was you who struggled to put your thoughts and feelings into words while he did it almost like it was a card trick that he knew well. He would say things when it needed to be said, not bottle it all up like you.

“No one hurts you and gets off easy.”, he said in hushed tones as he inspected the wounds. With his eyes away on something else, this was your moment.

“I’m sorry too.”, you said and his gaze was on you, as though he was waiting to hear more of your thoughts.

“I was just … scared.”, you admitted letting your head to rest on his chest such that you could hide away from his tender sight.

“You are my home, Buggy. I don’t want to share you with the frenzy for the map. I don’t want to lose you.”, you spoke quietly and his arm encased your back protectively. His steady breathing making you feel peaceful and safe even though you had been captured.

“Going after the One piece, will demand all your attention and strength. It will test you and break you. And I can’t stand by to watch it happen.”, you held onto the edge of his coat as you spilled out your thoughts as best as you could.

“Nothing in existence could take me away from you.”, he replied, holding the side of your cheek to guide your eyes to meet his.

“Not having saved you from that cove would have made my already miserable life, even more miserable.”, he spoke precisely as though he would never take back these words, the regret in his eyes was evident from the words he had spoken to you last.

“You’re the only one keeping me sane in all this, fishtail. I just… I just want to feel worthy to behold your love.”, he tilted his head, his lips grazing the edge of your forehead as he spoke, after which he slowly placed a kiss over your bruise as though it would heal it.

“No treasure is going to change how you feel about yourself, clown face.”, you huffed a laugh and he cracked a smile. Nicknames that you had given the other when you had found each other as kids.

He was a teen boy with a patched up crew when he had found you. You knew of nothing else but his protection. Only older than you by a few years, for most part of each other’s life, he never bothered you. He gave you a safe haven, trained you up with all the skills you needed to fight and navigate. He empowered you when the world wanted to break you down and now, there was no one else you could follow like you would follow him.

You had loved him then and you still loved him now. It scared you. It scared you because in your crazy messed up life, this love you had for him was the most purest and realest thing you had ever known. It was constant, filled with innocence, never fading and secure.

“I’m still working on that.”, he cooed near your ear as though it would please you and it did. He was fearsome and his name caused for people to never mess with his crew. But fear was never respect and you wanted more than ever for people to see him the way you did. Because behind his grand demeanor, was a boy with a big heart.

“No more burning down towns?”, you pointed at him.

“Never.”, he said with a frown as he held out his pinky finger.

You smiled as you looped your finger with his.

“I promise to limit my rage to burn the world to only when absolutely necessary or if deemed right by my lover.”, he spoke the oath but your eyes widened at the little name he had snuck in.

“Didn’t know you had a lover.”, you stated and caught sight of his grin growing wider.

“She’s one of a kind. The only one for me.”, he said unabashedly, waving his hand as though it was resolute and you envied this talent of his, to confess his feelings easily.

“Oh really?”, you raised your eyebrow.

“Now drop the act and kiss me.”, his voice simmered low as he pulled you closer.

“Kiss you? We’re being taken captive in wooden crate.”, you emphasized your state as you put into perspective the situation you were both in.

“Yes all the more reason to misbehave.”, he giggled and you knew there was no fighting him.

“What if Arlong gets to know about us and uses it as leverage?”, you mumbled, worried about the implications of this simple act and spouted more excuses but his eyes narrowed like there was nothing that could deter him.

“Or if he asks you for the map? You don’t have the map – you felt his hand slide up your waist making your forget your train of thought – or.. or the location of those kids.”, your mouth uttered more nonsense as your thoughts were scrambled.

“Indulge me with a bit of fun, dear.”, he tipped your chin up.

"I only want properly seal the promise I made.", he pouted his lips but behind that smile hid all his mischief.

“You’re incorrigible.”, you laughed quietly as you held onto his waist, his taut muscles flexing beneath your touch.

“Don’t worry I’ll be on my best behavior for you.”, he said and with that let his hungry lips find yours.

He made sure the silence reigned, that no one could suspect a thing, as he gave no room for you to catch your breath. He kissed you deeply so much so that all your moans could only be converted into the way you dug your fingers into his shirt or catch onto the edge of his bandana. There was no force that could split you both up. That was for certain.

He pulled away, his eyes coming back to life with no sadness in sight as you both caught your breaths, the fish men oblivious to the antics taking place. He held up his thumb to wipe away the paint from your face as you soothed the frayed strips of cloth from your nails on his shirt.

It all piled up together, the adventure that awaited you, the longing in his eyes, the thrill of that treasure hunt and his undying love for you. He had to know. Especially with entering Arlong park, he had to know that you longed for him, waited for him, just as he had done for you.

“I’m in love with you, Bug. I can't seem to find my way out of it.”, you blurted it out, never thinking twice about it but it was his reaction that was priceless.

Nothing could have affected him like this and yet your words held that power. To turn his cheeks a deeper red, to bring back colour into his irises. He looked like a kid lost in a circus, his eyes full of magic everytime he saw you but now you were sure this had overwhelmed his senses.

“What?”, he asked as though he couldn’t believe it.

“I’m in love with you.”, you whispered again drawing closer to him, intoxicated with how easy he melted under your touch. The fearsome pirate now taken down by you cotton candy confessions.

“The never ending kind, so you’re stuck with me for a very long time.”, you smoothed down his collar but when you caught his eyes, you never knew the colour blue could ever set your skin on fire.

“Say it again.”, he whispered, his voice mixed with authority and passion, so you did but this time you pulled him towards you by the collar of his shirt, your lips right beneath his.

“I love you, silly jester.”, you said it quietly.

"Good. Now we can finally get to the good bit.", He smiled as he licked his lips.

"You're never satisfied are you?", you laughed as he shook his head. You leaned up and kissed him, his lips warm and flush, his hand wrapping around your waist as his fingers held onto end of your braid. He tilted his head and let you set the pace so this time it was slower. Trying to fight the laughs in the silence but you had closed your eyes, so had he, this was a better than being passed out, you both were making the best of the time being trapped together. Arlong was a problem you'll get to later.

Sure Buggy had his shortcomings but he was a work in progress, so were you. However, the adoration in his eyes like you were his world, now that was irreplaceable. Only he could give you that satisfaction. He had always been the love of your life. Now he was yours.

You were fused together, hands tangled in eachother's hair, your hands taking his back as he fought back his groan. Who knew being stuck in a crate was the moment your life would change for the better and grant you all your wishes all at once.

[veala2]

“ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ꜱʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴꜱ.”

✸ shanks n’ buggy ✸

SYNOPSIS - Being in a relationship with 2 pirate emperors is great, but one aspect that comes with a pirates life is a pirates thirst… no, not that kind, you dog!

CW - gn!reader, obviously there’s some intoxication on both sides, reader is explicitly said to be puking, Buggy is doing some dumb shit, shenanigans ensue.

A/N - I’m back from the dead (work), ready to deliver and slowly (painfully) write my next fic (Christmas themed?)

Probably the first to get black out drunk between the two of you.

He’s been a pirate for most of his life, and drinking was a pleasure he so stereotypically enjoys!

So, when you see his flushed face and goofy smile, you couldn’t help but indulge in his silliness. Letting him play with your hair or kiss you all over your face.

But… when the roles are reversed, he’s 100% on you to make sure nothing happens.

It’s not that he thinks you’ll do something crazy while drunk, no no. Rather, it’s what others would do that scares him.

Pirate bars are filled with crude men swinging their swords around, starting rowdy bar fights which leads to terrified bar owners and civilians to evacuate.

Yes he can take care of you with a simple look- his strong conquers haki coming in play- but he’d rather keep the chance of you safe as high as possible.

“Baby… baby, I’m fine, let me gooo…”

You whines fall on deaf ears, as Shanks adjusts you in his arms once again to make sure your head wouldn’t strain. He chuckles as he makes his way down the wooden steps out of Makino’s Bar, the pounding sound of laughter and drunk men filling his ears.

“I’ll let you go once we’re at the port. There’s no way I’m gonna let you throw up on me again.” He laughs, making you clip your tongue and rub your eyes.

“I didn’t even throw up on you!” You retorted. Which brought another chuckle out of him.

He can remember that scene like it was five minutes ago. Well, maybe because it was five minutes ago. He might be a little drunk himself.

Brushing off the warnings of having too many shots, you took your 21st and started to feel nauseous. Before he could drag you away before you hurled up yesterday’s breakfast. Which happened before he could even get out a word. Leaving him disgusted, but even more worried.

“Sweetheart, trust me, I’m not taking that risk again.” He says, planting an endearing kiss swiftly on the top of your forehead, pulling away at the smell of vomit, Making his nose scrunch up.

Shanks sat you down on the pier of Foosha Village. Rubbing soothing circles on your back, letting you take your course. The night sky shined when it hit the slow waves of the sea, a sky littered with stars. A calm, serene night he loved. Especially with you cuddling into his side.

“Are you feeling better, baby?” He asked, a decimal over a whisper. You nod, groaning into his shoulder.

“Good. Let’s get you home and clean up. And maybe apologise to Makino tomorrow morning if she catches us. Other than that, we can always outrun her fury.”

You let out a weak giggle, despite you still feeling not so great. He holds you in a tight grip, sighing happily and looking up to the sky. Allowing himself to indulge in the beauty of the night sky and the beauty that sits right next to him.

“Remind me to bring a bucket next time.” He jokes, landing him a swift punch to the arm and a goofy smile on his face.

Drinking with him has two outcomes:

Either you’re having good times! A couple of laughs, maybe making some great memories that overlap with some of the more confusing ones of drinking with him.

Or… You’re doing the most batshit crazy thing you’ve ever done in your life.

WITH HIM JUST STANDING THERE.

HELLO!?

When I tell you drunk Buggy can take over the world if he so pleases, I mean it

That man has no inhabitions, no thoughts, just a pure drive to do whatever the FUCK he wants for the next 24 hours.

You wonder how such a cowardly clown can become so brave by just a couple of shots.

And honestly, you can be the same way too. It’s not hard to get caught up in all the excitement and thrill of doing shots with a pirate group and almost ending up with a broken limb.

But MAN-

It’s a really mind boggling thing… Like, you could write a psychology paper on it.

“BUGGY, DON'T YOU DARE MOVE!”

“Huh!?”

Your shouts echo the inside of his towering circus top. There your boyfriend was, drunk off his mind due to some of the finest whiskey found in the Grandline (which he happily took), and placing his left leg inside the brightly human- cannonball. He looks back at you, confused but then displaying a goofy smile.

“Aw, c’mon, baby! It’ll be so much fun, just keep watching!”

The older pirate doesn’t stop himself from doing what he wants, and fully places himself inside the cannon, wriggling around as to get comfy. One of his lackies cackles as he reaches for a match, striking it upwards and starting the fire. Your heart only beats louder and faster at the sight of the small flame.

Of course it didn’t occur to you, that the moment that Buggy the Clown asked you to be his partner, you would have to be his temporary mother when he was shit faced on most Tuesday nights.

But, it’s not too hard to keep him in place most of the time. All he wants are some private cuddling, maybe some kisses and words of affirmation. And don’t worry, when the roles are reversed he’ll do anything to help you, too.

Unfortunately today, he decides to act like a crazed toddler.

Too bad he isn’t, it would be easier to wrangle him up.

“Buggy, baby, love of my life,” You start, slowly inching closer towards the red- faced man as he stared at you with lidded eyes and curiosity. “I really need you to step out of that cannon before you blow to infinity and beyond.”

Then there was silence.

And then there was laughter. A drunken one, slurred and almost high.

“I’ll be fine, I’m Buggy the genius- fuckin’- jester! hit it!”

It was too late, the match lit the tiny rope at the end, as it quickly rises towards where the gunpowder lies.

You plug your ears and close your eyes, not wanting to even look or hear the maniac jester shoot up into the circus top’s top, rip past the fabric and blast off again.

Oh yes… again.

[lostfirefly]

*this sketch is kinda sad.. warning: tears, description of a dead body*

"Who was Miss Mitchell to you, Mr. the Clown?"

"What? Oh. We lived together." Buggy stood in front of the officer, struggling to choose his words. "Please, can you escort me to her?"

"Just a couple more questions..."

"Just walk me to her." Buggy bellowed. "I want to see her."

"Okay. You go that way." The officer pointed to a gray door with his hand.

Buggy walked into a large, dimly lit room, his heart pounding in his chest. The sterile scent of antiseptics hung thick in the air, mingling with an oppressive silence that clung to his skin. His breath hitched when he spotted Catherine lying on a gurney, her form eerily still beneath the stark white sheets. With every hesitant step, his legs felt like jelly, unsteady and uncertain as he approached her.

"Hello, cotton candy," Buggy whispered, his voice trembling as he reached out to take her cold, softly blue hand in his. The chill of her skin sent a shock of dread through him.

"Are you okay?" he pleaded, scanning her lifeless body, desperately seeking any sign of life.

As Buggy knelt beside her, the weight of his sorrow crashed down like a wave, and he pressed his head to her chest, hoping for the faint sound of a heartbeat. "Please, baby, open your eyes. You promised me that we would always be together," he murmured, each word heavy with a mix of love and despair. "You promised."

Tears streamed down his cheeks, washing away the vibrant clown makeup he wore, leaving only the raw, unfiltered anguish of his pain. "Open your eyes, please. Get up! Let’s go home, please?"

The desperation laced in his words grew sharper as he squeezed her hand tighter, a plea that echoed through the empty room.

"You can’t leave me alone. Are you a liar like Shanks? And all the others?!" Buggy's voice cracked, a sob threatening to escape as he fought against the overwhelming flood of emotion.

"You little shit, open your eyes!!" The sharpness of his bark contrasted with the tenderness that followed. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I won’t yell anymore. I promise! I'll be the most attentive boyfriend. That's why you left me, right? I will change! I promise! Try to believe me! Please, let’s go home."

The image of their shared meals, of laughter and the scent of pasta with sausages, danced in Buggy's mind—a brief glow illuminating the darkness that surrounded him now. "I’ll make you your favorite pasta when we come back home. I'll make it for you, just like you like it." Buggy pressed his forehead against her still body, begging the universe to return her to him, desperate for just one more chance to hold her close and remind her of the life they built together, a life he was unwilling to let slip away into the void.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, their warm trails a testament to his heartache, when Buggy felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Leave me alone!” he barked, desperate to shroud himself in sadness.

“Hello, my Buggy Bear!” a familiar voice cut through his anguish.

Catherine stood behind him, her bright smile contrasting sharply with the somber atmosphere.

“Cotton candy?” Buggy’s voice cracked as he sniffled, swiping at his tear-streaked face. The gurney next to him reminded him of the finality that loomed over their moment. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his heart racing at the sight of her. "Did you come to tell us that we are going home?"

“No, you'll come home. I came to say goodbye to you,” she replied softly, her expression a mix of sorrow and warmth. “I’m sorry, my blue-haired love; I guess I can’t keep my promise.” Catherine knelt beside him, her presence a balm to his wounded spirit.

“You can’t do this to me! What will I do without you?” Buggy stared at her with wet eyes. “Did you leave me because I’m disgusting? Because I didn’t pay attention to you?” His voice was laced with desperation, the tears returning as he said this question.

“Of course no, my silly clown,” Catherine caressed his cheek, her touch igniting a spark of hope amidst his despair. “I was so happy with you. You’re wonderful. You’re the love of my life, Buggy the Clown.” Her words wrapped around him like a warm embrace, momentarily easing the pain. "Can I ask you something?” she continued, searching his eyes.

“Don’t go, please,” Buggy pleaded, his hand squeezing Catherine's in a desperate bid to hold onto the moment.

“I have to go,” she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. “But can I drop by sometimes, okay? I want to be sure that you're okay.”

The thought lingered heavy in the air—an unspoken promise that though distances may separate them, the love they shared would endure, flickering like a candle in the darkness.

Buggy nodded.

"Everything will be okay. You will be okay, my love. It's a pity we didn't have time to talk one last time. I love you so, so much!" Catherine kissed his forehead. "But everything will be fine soon. You'll wake up one morning and everything will be fine. Just wake up. Wake up, okay? Buggy..."

"What?"

"Wake up, Buggy!" Catherine nudged him in the shoulder. "Wake up!!"

Buggy opened his eyes with difficulty and heard his phone vibrating. "What the hell?" He looked around the room and looked at the phone again.

"Cotton Candy" was displayed on the screen. Buggy's heart sank, but he quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello, my little bear!!" Catherine was waving at him through the video link.

"Cotton Candy? Are you alive?" Buggy rounded his eyes.

"Are you on drugs, Buggy?" Catherine's eyes widened. "What could have happened to me?"

"Where are you?" Buggy shook his head, trying to come to his senses.

"At home, in Loguetown. I've called you a few times already. You didn't pick up the phone and I was starting to worry."

"You said you'd text me when you landed!" Buggy was indignant.

"Yeah! Sorry! I forgot my power bank at home. I must have left it on the shelf. I was listening to music the whole way and my phone died. I got to my parents' house and ran out to buy a new one. I spent some of our money."

"Fuck the money. Are you okay?"

"Yes! I'm home with Jules." Catherine peered at the screen of her phone and saw Buggy's face, red from crying. "What's wrong? Have you been crying?"

"I don't know. I must have had a bad dream."

"What happened, little bear?" Catherine asked with worry.

"I don't know." Buggy rubbed his face with his hand. "Plane crash. You died and then you came to me as a fucking ghost."

"Oh, my God!! Buggy... That's terrible!! Are you okay? My blue-haired love! Should I come back?"

"Catherine, sis! I bought three bottles of wine and two pizzas have already arrived."

"Jules, get out of here." Catherine hissed through the teeth.

"Who's there?" Buggy asked, frowning.

"Hello, my sister's kidnapper!" Jules leaned into the camera and waved. "Oh, my God! What were you crying about? No, I know it's very emotional to be far away from my sister, but crying? Seriously, clown?"

"Jules, get out of here!" Catherine pushed her indignant sister out of the bedroom. "I'm so sorry. So... should I go back?"

"What? No! I'm fine. But I've given your sister another reason to laugh at me." Buggy grinned.

"I won't let her laugh at things like that! Please, Buggy, don't worry. I'm fine and I'll be back to you soon. You know what I want? Your mac with sausages. Will you make me some macaroni and sausage?" Catherine grinned at the camera.

"Okay." Buggy nodded.

"And buy me a chocolate cake from that place run by a bunny, please."

"Okay." He tried to smile.

"Buggy..."

"What?"

"Was I a pretty ghost?"

"The most pretty ghost in the world!"

"It's just a dream. I'm sure we have many years ahead of us. Do you want to talk some more?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Okay then. I'll go talk to my sister. And I'll call you later, okay? Be sure to text me!"

"Ok."

"Buggy..."

"What?"

"L-word?"

"L-word." Buggy nodded.

Catherine gave him a few air kisses and hung up.

"Fuck, fucking dream!" Buggy got up from the couch and went to warm up some more pancakes.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Now I NEED to know the reactions to realizing you're still in the bed waiting to get railed I'm cry laughing you're amazing

No ur amazing 🥹❤️

You're all amazing seriously. All these delightfully unhinged asks have definitely distracted me from what would have probably been a very bad breakdown. Thank you and I love you all so much.

Please accept this little drabble about their reactions as a token of my eternal gratitude 🙏

Moment of Realization

Cross Guild x Reader

Wordcount: 691

Kinda hurt/comfort but mostly silly fluff

Not smutty but potentially NSFW due to obvious connotations

I'm not guaranteeing that there will be a NSFW smutty sequel but there may be

Reclined back against the headboard and plush feather pillows, clad in the revealing and undoubtedly expensive lingerie that Crocodile bought you a few days ago, you sigh to yourself. You're so used to their bickering at this point that it's easy enough to tune out. You flip through your book, catching brief snippets of Buggy's futile attempts to defend himself while Crocodile unloads a slew of particularly creative insults at him; of Mihawk's occasional scathing remarks that seem only to add fuel to the fire. Every so often you glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and over at the three half-naked idiots standing at the opposite side of the bed fighting.

It's doubtful that they even remember what started the fight. You really don't remember yourself at this point.

Perhaps fifteen minutes pass, and you catch sight of Mihawk rolling his eyes, arms crossed. As his eyes roll away from the other two pirates, they land on you, locking with your gaze as you raise your eyebrows and turn your attention back to your book.

Mihawk's eyes widen for the briefest of moments, and he elbow's Crocodile in the ribs. Crocodile tosses a particularly threatening glare at him. "The hell do you wa—"

And Mihawk silently jerks his head toward the bed.

Crocodile's eyes slowly drift over to the bed, his hook still at Buggy's throat, mouth still open. Buggy's eyes dart between you and Crocodile.

"Shit," says Crocodile under his breath.

You flip a page as Mihawk clears his throat. "Ah—darling...?"

You glance over, lifting your eyebrows again as you look between the three of them. "Oh, do you mean me?" you ask dryly. "So glad you remembered I was here. I feel so priveledged." He cringes the slightest bit. 

Crocodile gives a heavy sigh, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Yeah..." He gives a light chuckle. "Sorry, sweetheart."

Buggy raises his hand. "I remembered, I just couldn't esca—"

Crocodile immediately rounds on Buggy with his hook again, growling out, "Listen here, you little sh—"

Mihawk clears his throat loudly before the situation can escalate again.

"We may have gotten...a bit carried away," he says carefully.

"And forgot I was here," you add, tucking your bookmark between the pages of your book. It's honestly amusing to see the three of them flinch in unison when you snap it shut, to watch them glance between each other as they try to figure out some way to get themselves out of the massive hole they have dug themselves into. You go on while they all remain silent. "Since you're all so busy, maybe I'll just go to sleep and you can just go fuck yourselves—"

That garners exactly the reaction you expected it to, and it's difficult not to smirk to yourself as they immediately jump to attemting to make ammends. In an instant you're surrounded on the bed, each of them vying to comfort you from the scorn they have inflicted by ignoring you.

"Now, sweetheart..." Crocodile plucks your book from your hands and sets it aside, brushing your hair away from your neck and leaning in close to murmur in your ear. "You know I'd much rather fuck you."

Mihawk curls his hand under your chin, turning your head to meet your gaze, lowering his head until his forehead touches yours. "It would be a crime to not make it up to you," he says lightly, lips almost brushing against yours.

Buggy lays across you, arms wrapped around your middle and nuzzling against your chest, adding, "We're all very sorry and love you very much and promise to worship the ground you walk on."

Rolling his eyes and sighing a little, Crocodile wraps his hand around your waist and tugs you a little closer. "I guess I agree with the clown." His lips brush against your jaw. 

"For once, yes," Mihawk allows.

You roll your eyes, unable to mask your smirk anymore. "I guess I can forgive you," you say airily, letting your lips barely brush against his. "This time."

Secretly, you don't mind them arguing every other night—because you know that they'll put in that much extra effort to make it up to you.

[lpvncnt]

* ◟ : 〔 TAMINO , CIS-MALE + HE / HIM 〕 PHILIP GOFFIN-VINCENT , some say you’re a TWENTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both DOGGED and DEPRAVED, one can’t help but think of STRUGGLIN' by TRICKY, MARTINA TOPLEY-BIRD when you walk by. are you still a CLEANER, ACTIVE ASSASSIN at THE BORDERLINE HOTEL, RED EYE even with your reputation as THE GARGOYLE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and STUPID SHOW-PONY HIGH ROLLER, PATIENT LIKE THE HYENA WAITS, GET IN YOUR CAR AND RUN ME OVER INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR OTHERS TO DO IT FOR YOU, YOU LAZY FOOL, although we can’t help but think of JONATHAN CRANE (DC COMICS) + ERIC DRAVEN (THE CROW) + JASON DEAN (HEATHERS) + ANTON CHIGURH (NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FILE: LIP VINCENT

STATUS: ACTIVE. HEIGHT: 6'2". SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL, AROMANTIC. DATE OF BIRTH: 12/25/1995 HOMETOWN: MALMEDY, BELGIUM. RESIDING: BROOKLYN, NY. ROOMMATE WITH [TBD WANTED CONNECTION].

Instead of the usual biography, I felt like the following poem captured the energy of the past a bit better than I could ever express:

INSOMNIAC

THE night is only a sort of carbon paper,

Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars

Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --

A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus

He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness

Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.

Over and over the old, granular movie

Exposes embarrassments--the mizzling days

Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,

Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,

A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.

His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.

Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.

He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue --

How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!

Those sugary planets whose influence won for him

A life baptized in no-life for a while,

And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.

Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.

Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good.

His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.

Each gesture flees immediately down an alley

Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance

Drains like water out the hole at the far end.

He lives without privacy in a lidless room,

The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open

On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations.

Nightlong, in the granite yard, invisible cats

Have been howling like women, or damaged instruments.

Already he can feel daylight, his white disease,

Creeping up with her hatful of trivial repetitions.

The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,

And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,

Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed.

— Sylvia Plath

AESTHETICS

Repugnant amount of weed smoke filling a suspension-lacking 1966 Cadillac Coupe DeVille, that only a 100% masochist would drive in New York. You were not born to cry. Leopard print BB belts stacked on the waist. A soul, emptied. No pride, no pleasure, no desire. Life is just like a Wong Kar-Wai movie. You've got two fists comically full of metal, the weight shifts you off your feet when that punch is thrown, your poorly welded home-made 'rings' -- made from a chunk of all the old silver jewelry you've collected from the bodies over time, all these precious keepsakes melted onto a fork -- made to hurt -- should be illegal. Lots of little projects like that scatter what you call 'home'. An angel dies every time a shitty fuckboy like you flashes his mid-section in local Bodega for no reason. Recently adopted a Belgian Malinois, Osiris, who is still in training and needs a muzzle (an excuse for enabling bad behavior, could be symbolic). Egregiously loud mumble-rap. When stressed, likes watching ballroom dancing while chainsmoking cigarettes.

Hi, I'm Samuel, 24, PDT, a sweet little Californian baby boy who will do tricks for treats, gee whiz am I glad to be here. All of this is a bit vague but will be fleshed out with time -- if you've got any questions on specifics I'd be super happy to clarify. Huzzah !

[rorywritesjunk]

(as I've said many times I don't draw but I'll write lil things instead. Buggy calls Gold a monster affectionately 😌 and I wanted some Sunny and Buggy with kids softness.)

"Okay, you gotta be quiet when we go in there, you little monster. Mama's resting." Buggy reminded his son for the hundredth time as they stood in front of Buggy and Sunny's bedroom door. "And the baby is probably sleeping."

Gold frowned and looked up at Buggy. "Mama's okay?"

"Mama's fine, just tired." Buggy assured him as he opened the door carefully as he muttered under his breath, "I'd be tired too if I did another 30 hours of labor."

Buggy was careful as he opened the door, not letting bang open. Gold took a few excited steps in, wanting to see his mama and baby sister, but Buggy's hand was holding the back of his shirt to reign him in. He looked back at his dad with a pout but Buggy was scooping him into his arms to carry him over to the bed.

The little baby bassinet Buggy constructed for Gold was being put to use again, this time holding his newborn daughter. She looked just like her brother when he was born: little tuft of blonde hair and a red nose in the middle of her face. Buggy couldn't believe that his kids had his nose, he wished they didn't, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"See, there's your sister." Buggy said as he let Gold reach down to touch her. "Be gentle, okay, she's fresh outta your mama."

Gold nodded, not really understanding, but it was exciting to see a baby. He touched her cheek, top of her head, even her nose, but she started to stir and he immediately pulled back, looking up at Buggy with concern in his eyes.

"You're fine, she's fine." Buggy told him as he pulled Gold back towards him. He glanced down at the bed, noticing his wife was awake and watching them, but Buggy turned his attention back to the kids. "Here, wanna hold her?"

Gold looked unsure but Buggy grabbed a chair and brought it over to the side of the bed. He sat down and placed Gold in his lap before his hands and lower arms went to retrieve the baby, carefully lifting her out of the bassinet and bringing her over to them. Gold looked up at his dad, still unsure, but Buggy said nothing as he let his son 'hold' his baby sister.

"See? You're fine." Buggy said as he made sure both kids were secure in his lap.

"What's the baby's name?" Gold asked in a loud whisper.

"Silver." Sunny told him with a tired grin. "We got Gold so we needed a Silver."

Buggy nodded. The two of them had agreed on the names of their kids when Sunny was pregnant with Gold. For her, she was following her dad's side of the family with names whereas Buggy thought of the two men who helped raise him, but if asked he'd insist it was all for his wife. He wasn't sentimental like that.

"Silver?" He repeated with a frown. It didn't sound right to him. The little boy looked up at his daddy before looking back at his mama.

"What, don't you like it?" She asked as he shrugged.

"I'm gonna call her Silly." Gold told them firmly.

Buggy shook his head. "You can't just call her-"

"Yes I can!" Gold told him.

"No-"

Sunny cleared her throat and Buggy shut his mouth. He wouldn't win an argument with a 2 year old, especially since the two year old was his son.

"Fine, fine. You can call her that." Buggy grumbled as Gold smiled at him before leaning down to kiss Silver on her forehead. She scrunched up her face before opening her eyes for a moment, looking up at her brother before closing them again. The little boy's face lit up as he looked at his parents.

"She looked at me!"

"She did! She knows you're her big brother." Sunny told him as Buggy carefully put Silver back into her bassinet. Gold hopped off of Buggy's lap and approached the bed carefully. He hadn't been able to see his mama forever and he wanted a hug. He spent the last two days with Cabaji and Mohji and they didn't give good hugs. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Hug?" He asked. She nodded and looked at her husband. He sighed and helped the boy onto the bed, muttering a reminder to him that he needed to be careful. Gold nodded, settling himself beside Sunny as she put an arm around him and pulled him close, kissing her son on the top of his head. He tucked himself against her side and closed his eyes, letting out a relieved sigh.

"My baby." Sunny smiled as she stroked his cheek gently before glancing at her husband. "Gosh, where are you going to sleep? Gold took your spot."

Buggy huffed and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'll find a spot. I can move that little monster if I have to."

"Honey-"

"And by monster I mean our darling little son who does nothing wrong ever." Buggy continued as he reached over to make sure Sunny's pillows were comfortable for her. "Like he didn't dump half a bag of flour onto the counter when we tried to make pancakes this morning. Or leave little white handprints all over the place." He sighed and looked over at Gold. He was already nodding off, snuggled up against his mama with a content look on his face. "He's a good kid."

Sunny reached for Buggy, pulling him over for a quick kiss before he maneuvered himself onto the bed, being careful not to jostle Sunny or Gold too much.

"Buggy?"

He situated himself and laid back on the bed, looking over at his beautiful and exhausted wife.

"What?"

"I love you." She told him as she made herself comfortable. Buggy's hands made sure the pillows were comfortable again. "You're a great dad."

[eddiesbug]

eager [f.castle]

summary: you come home to your boyfriend hammered and clingy. secrets are revealed.

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

fandom: mcu

word count: 1347

warnings: reader throws up, literally all fluff n loving, frank being the bestest<33, touch starved reader, a little talk about reader punishing herself, frank uses all the good pet names😋 and he cooks!!

note: i’m back from being banned😭🤭 i had so much fun n i’m so proud of this so if anyone is mean I WILL CRY. and i’m sorry there’s no readmore line again but tumblr is all buggy and deleting bits every time i put one in:((

“Fr-Frankie!” Your voice slurs as you worm your way into Frank’s lap, your head lolling with the effects of the alcohol. Your mini dress rides up as you climb and he presses his fingers into the soft curve of your hip, drawing you in. You settle into him with a smile.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he chuckles. He didn’t know what exactly to expect when you came home hammered at 2am, but it wasn’t this. You’re not overly fond of affection at the best of times, pretty much avoiding contact altogether, so for you to be initiating this at all, zero coaxing involved, is strange.

“I missed you,” you giggle, craning into him as he pushes the hair from your sweaty face. A hum rips from your throat and you hook your arms underneath his on the sofa. He brushes his nose across your jaw.

“I missed you too, baby. You feelin’ alright?” he asks, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead; you’re hot to the touch. You nod, pressing your nose to the juncture of his neck and inhaling; you’re met with the scent of slight sweat and the last tinge of cologne from the previous day.

“So pretty…” you say, your hand reaching out to stroke Frank’s face in bewilderment.

“Hm?”

“You.”

“I’m pretty?” he laughs.

“The pr-pre-prettiest.” Your words start to merge into one and he shushes you, soft lips grazing your temple.

“My girl is prettier,” he answers, voice dripping with sincerity. You frown, head shooting up to meet his eyes.

“Who’s your girl?” you ask, the beginnings of tears getting stuck in your throat. In your inebriated state, you have honestly forgotten that Frank is your boyfriend. “I’m- I’m gonna f-fight her.”

“What’re you gonna cry for, baby? I’m talkin’ ‘bout you.” He keeps his tone light, cupping the back of your head with his calloused hand.

“Oh.”

“Silly thing. Why would I want anyone but you?”

“‘Cause I never wanna cuddle,” you pout. He shakes his head.

“I don’t care about that. Sure, it’s nice to cuddle, but I want you to be happy most of all.”

“Can I tell you a sec-secret?” you whisper, although it’s comically loud - almost louder than your normal speaking voice. You hiccup, pestering your way further into his lap.

“Yeah?”

“I always wanna cuddle.”

“That so?”

“Y-yeah. Scared you’ll get annoyed so I don’t say anythin’. Wait for you to ask.” His expression softens and he kisses your head. He never realised that you might be depriving yourself of touch to punish yourself, or worse, because you thought you’d be irritating him. He can’t get enough of you.

“Oh, baby. My baby.” Drawing you closer, his body engulfs yours completely; you mumble something halfheartedly, curling into him. Everything seems to shake ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly and you’re sure Frank doesn’t notice. He catches your expression, brow furrowing. His closeness has you breaking into a full body flush. “You’re shaking, darlin’.”

“Jus’ don’t let go of me,” you whisper, pressing your face to his chest.

“Alright, ‘ve got you.”

You stay like that for a while, cradled in his arms, eyes closed, until your stomach lurches uneasily. You blanch, dry heaving.

“Frankie…”

“Mm.”

“Gonna be sick.” You retch, trying to scramble free of Frank’s grasp and run to the bathroom. Instead, he lifts you with virtually no effort, sitting you in front of the toilet and gathering your hair at the nape of your neck just in time for you to start emptying your stomach contents. He soothes you with the softest voice, kissing the back of your neck and whispering encouraging words despite how disgusting you must look right now.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs, “What a good girl.” Your eyes flutter closed and you slump against the toilet seat, breathing heavily. He immediately lifts you, flushing the vomit away and closing the seat; just that helps the nausea ebb away as the seconds pass. He perches you on the seat, wiping your sweaty face with a cold cloth and grabbing the toothbrush you keep at his apartment at all times. He spreads a little toothpaste over the bristles, parting your lips with his thumb and brushing them gently.

“Good girl, let’s rinse your mouth,” he coos; you oblige without thinking, letting him hold you up by the waist and wipe your face with a towel. Your body goes completely lax and he cushions your head with his shoulder, handling you as though you’ll break at any second.

“Love you,” you mumble, hooking your legs around his waist as he hoists you into his arms. He makes for the kitchen with you securely in his hold.

“I love you too. You feel a bit better now?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get you some water and something to eat, pretty.”

“‘m not hungry!” you squeak, hiccuping drunkenly, although you’re considerably less plastered than when you got home.

“You don’t have to eat it, but it might help soak up some of the alcohol, alright?”

“‘kay…” you trail off, worrying your lip between your teeth.

“What you thinkin’ about, hm?”

“Nothin’.”

“I can hear the gears turning. C’mon, out with it.” He kneads your side with sympathetic fingers, squeezing and releasing, squeeze, release.

“‘s it okay if I wanna touch more? Like cuddle ‘nd hold your hand?” Your voice is a fragment of its usual volume and you wince, preparing yourself for the rejection before he even has time to react.

“How could I say no to that, hm?” The relief at his statement is palpable. “If you wanna hang onto me forever like a little koala bear, I wouldn’t say no to you. You know that, baby. I want you to have everythin’ you’ve ever wanted.”

“Jus’ want you,” you murmur, peppering a trail of kisses over his face and neck. “Love you so much.”

“C’mon, my pretty. Whatcha fancy to eat?” He smiles, setting you down on a stool, hands out to catch you should you wobble tipsily. Once he’s sure you’re steady, he moves to the fridge. “How about some eggs?” You shake your head, nose scrunched.

“They make me feel sicky.”

“Alright, darlin’. How about pasta?”

“Pasta sounds good, Frankie.”

“Pasta it is, baby.”

You admire him shamelessly as he busies himself with your meal, ogling his thick biceps and his sharp jawline. The black t-shirt he wears hugs him just right, exposing his muscular physique to you.

“You enjoying the show, darlin’?” he drawls amusedly, sending you a cheeky wink. You flush, averting your eyes.

“Sorry.”

“C’mere, pretty girl.” His arms open and you wobble off of the stool and into his embrace. The affection, still so abnormal to you, makes you tremble.

“I’ve gotcha, baby. Not lettin’ you go anytime soon.”

Finally, when he’s finished making the pasta, something you never thought someone would do for you, let alone at half past two in the morning, he sets it onto the table and sits down, inviting you into his lap. You clamber onto him, hands roaming his chest. You’re eager to feel his skin on yours, fingers splayed over his throat and under his t-shirt. This new found appreciation for his touch has made you greedy and Frank is in heaven.

“Should’a gotten you drunk sooner if I knew you’d be this needy, baby.” He beams at you, dotting kisses over the entire expanse of your face. With his free hand, he spears a piece of pasta with a fork and lifts it to your lips. “Here, darlin’.” You take it gratefully, humming.

“‘s good!”

“Attagirl.”

You eat in silence until you’re full, pushing the bowl away and curling your body into Frank’s.

“Sorry I kept you up.”

“I couldn’t sleep without my girl anyway.”

You giggle; the lilting sound compels Frank to kiss you, his lips melding against yours like a puzzle piece.

Before he can find it in himself to move you, you’re fast asleep against his shoulder, snoring softly with your arms underneath his t-shirt, cool against his warm skin. You cling to him even as you sleep soundly.

[cursedvida]

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE VI (Buggy x F!Reader)

PART V // PART VII

RATING: +18, EXPLICIT.

WARNINGS: SMUT! Minors get out. Explicit sex, dirty talk, very soft daddy kink, praise kink, masturbation and other naughty thinks. Basically Buggy and Y/N resolving a lot of sexual tension.

N/A: i promise putting more plot in the next chapters but this one is basically p0rn with feelings so enjoy.

Buggy can't get you out of your head. The image of your flushed cheeks, the sweat on your forehead as those moans come out of your mouth, the way you shake when he touches you… Every time he thinks of your naked body, your swollen and tight breasts, he feels his pants start to tighten. You're a pretty girl who seems to have done nothing wrong in her life but is capable of becoming a master of hand-to-hand combat, ending the lives of those who get in her way. And then there's that third aspect of you, the inexperienced little girl who gets wet with just a couple of caresses. You're driving him crazy.

He didn't get enough of you yesterday, he wants more. He needs more. He intends to devour you whole, to make you moan his name again, to make you get down on your knees to beg him to penetrate you because you can't take it anymore. When he comes out of his cabin the crew is on their feet, he has a little trouble finding you. He needs some excuse for you to go with him, though he doesn't understand why it's so complicated if he's the captain, he doesn't need to make excuses, his orders are more than enough.

"Hey, Y/N, can you come here for a moment?"

Your heart skips a beat as soon as you hear his voice. You couldn't sleep all night thinking about what had happened. You have recalled again and again the scene of yesterday, thinking ashamedly about the pleasure you had felt with Buggy's fingers, his lips, his teeth… Looking at him you know perfectly well why he is claiming you, he still has that gleam of lust in his eyes. And you go to him, because it's too strong a claim to resist.

Buggy mumbles something out loud about helping him with some bills in his cabin, but you know perfectly well that he only said it for the other crew members to hear. So you're not surprised by the impetus with he kisses you as soon as he closes the door. You reciprocate, it's as if you can't keep your hands off each other.

"That thing about you not wanting to spend the night with me has got me a little fucked up," he growls in your ear.

It's not that you didn't want to spend the night with him, it's that you don't feel ready to take that step yet. You like him and you want him, with all your might, but yesterday was the first time you had anything sexual with someone and you need to get some more experience, you don't want to disappoint him.

Buggy has spoken with some irony, but actually he's trying to camouflage an atrocious fear of rejection. Yesterday he took it for granted that you would end up in bed but you didn't, which left him totally baffled. Hadn't you liked it enough? Impossible, you had cum, you had climaxed and he knew you weren't faking it. Maybe you hadn't liked it enough? The thought of not being good enough tormented him. In general he was always afraid of not meeting certain expectations, he had an overly insecure background and his sexual relationships were no exception.

"What do you say, silly?" You let out a nervous chuckle. It is very difficult for you to talk about this subject, you are a person used to having everything under control, but in matters of sex you really know zero or very little. You don't want to look like a stupid child in front of him.

"Then why didn't you stay?"

You notice Buggy isn't joking, at first he seemed to be but now you can see in his expression that he's really interested in knowing your answer. You wonder if he felt bad that you turned down that offer and suddenly the possibility that he thinks you didn't like it, that you didn't enjoy yourself enough terrifies you.

"It's just… " You swallow some saliva, you don't know how to tell him without looking like a fool. "I told you that… well, I haven't been like this before with anyone…"

Buggy then realizes what that means. In the moment yesterday, in the midst of lust and passion, all he cared about was making you feel pleasure, hearing you moan his name, but now thinking coldly he begins to understand what you mean by sleeping together.

"Hey, Y/N" He calls out to you, you look up, still self-conscious "We're not going to do anything you don't want, what kind of a prick do you think I am?"

"I don't think you're a prick, it's just…"

Buggy grabs you by the wrist gently, guiding you to the bed. He then sits you on his knees and starts kissing your neck.

"I just want to know how it feels like sleeping with you" he admits between kisses "you don't know how much I love your naked body, it must be amazing to see it as soon as you wake up."

You notice how your cheeks burn again, those kind of comments make you totally block.

"Buggy!" You exclaim, very nervous.

"Look at you, no one would say you blew at least ten marines yesterday" he lets out a chuckle as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. You're not wearing any underwear, so your breasts appear in front of his eyes, taut and swollen. Buggy grimaces mischievously "Mmm what a nice breakfast we have here."

Instantly his lips are on one of your nipples, sucking as if he is ready to draw milk. Before you can react, Buggy brings his hand to your crotch, starting to rub gently. You can't believe it's happening again, but it's just what you've been craving all night. Being left at the mercy of that pirate is something that makes you feel more alive than ever.

"My god, baby girl, are you wet yet?" He raises his eyebrows, surprised and amused at the same time "You're making it hard for me, huh. You don't know how I can't wait to taste how my cock must feel slipping with those flows."

Buggy likes to talk and he likes to talk real dirty during sex. You thought it was something from yesterday, from the alcohol and the celebratory moment, but you're realizing how much it turns him on to say those things to you as he takes over your body. And you're also realizing how much it turns you on too.

When you want to realize Buggy has already got rid of your shorts, your shirt and your panties. You are naked again, this time on his legs. He turns you towards him, so that your breasts are at his face level. Your wet pussy brushes against the fabric of his pants, under which a huge bulge begins to peek out. Instinctively you sit on the bulge and start rubbing yourself, feeling a great excitement.

"Look how naughty you are turning out to be" He teases you, grabbing you around the waist as his tongue splits between your two nipples. "That's it precious, move for daddy."

The friction between your naked pussy and his bulge makes your clit swell, feeling a huge surge of pleasure every time you rub. Your hips wiggle obscenely, something Buggy seems to love. He rests his hands on your buttocks, accompanying your smooth, sensual movements.

"Good girl" he gasps, closing his eyes "You're going to make me cum without taking my cock out, naughty girl."

"Buggy, this really turns me on" you admit, in a moan so high pitched you don't even recognize your voice "Buggy…"

You notice how your bulge hardens, your excited voice making him very horny. He gives your buttock a little spank and to your surprise you love it.

"More" you gasp without stopping moving.

Buggy raises an eyebrow.

"More?" he grins from ear to ear "Babe wants to be punished?"

You don't want to admit that kind of thing turns you on, you never would have guessed it, but it does. However, you don't plan to play into his game.

"More, please."

Buggy spanks you again, nothing hard, just a little. You bring your breasts close to his face, his nose sinks in the middle as his mouth stains them red. You feel his hot tongue on your smooth skin, his pants wet with your fluids. Orgasm is near but you don't want it to come yet, you want to hold on, you want the feeling of pleasure to last forever.

With some clumsiness, you unbutton his pants. His huge bulge then appears, you don't hesitate to uncover it to reveal his erection. You stroke it gently, it's hot and hard. Buggy closes his eyes at the touch, letting out a moan of acceptance.

"Do you like it, Captain?" you ask, and you notice how calling him Captain makes him even harder.

Buggy nods without opening his eyes.

"It's all yours."

You stroke it some more just before you place it between your legs, rubbing your intimate part with it, rubbing it over his member. Buggy feels your wet pussy on his erect cock and can't help but let out a grunt of pleasure, the friction is now too direct

"Shit" he mutters, pulling you closer to him so he can eat your nipples.

"Buggy!" You exclaim, your body moving impudently over his erection, your legs closing around it to increase the friction. It's the closest you've ever come to experiencing penetration, though you still don't feel quite ready for him to stick it in you.

Your captain is too busy plunging between your breasts, tasting them, biting them, leaving little marks wherever his mouth goes. You notice how he sighs as you rub against his cock.

"Buggy… it feels so good" you moan, actually talking to yourself. You have never experienced such sensations before. You feel like you're going to lose your mind. "I can't stop, I need more"

Buggy sticks her head out from between your breasts and looks at you. His makeup has partially smudged, it's the first time you've seen his mouth so devoid of red paint. God, why does he have to be so handsome, why must you find him so terribly attractive? It should be illegal to have those feelings. He shifts his hips a little, grabbing you around the waist to keep his posture just right. His glans brushing against your clit is something that makes you cry out in pleasure.

"Yeah, my girl" he gasps, he's even more aroused than last night, you can see it in his face. "Cum for me, little girl. I can't believe you're so fucking horny."

"I can't take it anymore, it's too hot" you gasp as you rub and rub harder. You feel the rogamos closer than ever.

"Do I really make you that horny?" Buggy moves too, his mouth is open, his gasps are less loud but there they are. He looks at you with an expression he hasn't put on before, as if something of vital importance to him really depends on your answer. "Tell me little girl, are you that wet because of me?"

"Of course I am, I'm with you here, aren't I?"

You don't know why that question comes at a time like that, but then Buggy looks at you and you can see a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Why?"

That question totally throws you off. To you it's so obvious the answer that you don't understand how he could be questioning such things. To you he is the only man who has ever brought you to have you in that situation, the only man who has ever kissed you, who has ever touched you, who has ever made you cum. He's the only man you've surrendered to, leaving you totally naked at his mercy. But to Buggy it doesn't seem so obvious. Suddenly you can catch that strange sadness of that night when you first saw each other in the cellar. His eyes have an indecipherable melancholy, his insecurity has come to the fore in a moment where he feels vulnerable.

Still moving over him, you lean your face slightly over his, placing a slow, wet kiss on his lips. Your tongue and his entangled again, his bare hands on your burning body. Your pussy rubbing over his erect member.

"I don't know" you confess "I just know I want it to be you."

Buggy's eyes are closed, he's so excited. His response comes as a gasp.

"Me be the what?"

"The one" you reply, before kissing him passionately.

He pulls you closer to himself, you shake your hips a little more. You moan into his mouth, he moans into yours, neither of you separate as you finally feel the rogamos come. As you begin to shake with ecstasy, you notice how he grunts and his body tenses. Soon your whole pussy is drenched in cum, he has cum too, you have done it almost at the same time. You fall on top of him, totally unarmed, panting.

"You've cum without putting it in me" you mutter, almost unable to move, drawing a small smile of satisfaction.

Buggy pulls away slightly, stroking one of your cheeks. You'd never have guessed that such a brute could have a tender and delicate side. He runs over the features of your face with his index finger, caressing each and every one of your angles.

"You're going to be my only one from now on" she whispers huskily "And from today you're going to sleep with me."

"Is that a warning?"

"Of course not" Buggy pushes a couple of locks away from your face "It's an order from your captain".