#fem buggy my beloved

[beanghostprincess]

Transfem Buggy anon, back at it again

Luffy beat the everloving snot out of Kaido. Luffy and his alliance freed Wano. Buggy likely couldn't have visited Wano - soon after the Last Island, there was the hot mess with Roger leaving, the crew disbanding, everyone separating, Buggy+Shanks Survival Mode, the execution, Buggy and Shanks Survival Mode 2 Electric Boogaloo, and by the time Buggy would even be feasibly ready to go, it would have been locked down.

She'd have never once been able to truly visit that place.

And now? Now she has the Guild. She has responsibilities, appearances to uphold, and she'd find out that Luffy has been named an Emperor Officially and Wano Is Free.

She... she wants her mom. Gods, she wants her mom.

She calls Shanks. Asks if he'd heard. Asks if he knows. And he says he was close by. He's so near that he could be docked by the morning. And Buggy aches. How can she make this work? How can she do this, Shanks, she doesn't know what she's doing, it's gotten so crazy so quickly, she's drowning in it-

And he offers an alliance.

A no-harm agreement. Some of his and some of hers, themselves both involved, to go to Wano for personal and professional reasons. Wano is, after all, the homeland of very talented samurai and smiths.

And Buggy realizes the Guild could probably recruit from there - at the very least, establish trade for quality goods. It's a bit far, but it would be worth it for the sheer quality alone - and it would boost the economy.

Shanks would be able to call it an adventure, would be able to set it as a vested interest bc of his history with Kaido, it could work-

Crocodile and Mihawk do insist on accompanying her - for surface level United Fronts, for private "don't fuck it up", for personal "why is she so interested no I'm not curious about her no I don't wanna know her better shut up-"

Shanks gets a kick out of it.

Buggy is so preoccupied with seeing the home Toki told her about, maybe even seeing Toki herself, she's practically vibrating. She's in better spirits than she has been for YEARS.

When they finally arrive, Buggy asks Shanks if she can use his room. He just smiles and nods. When she comes out, all three men are a little breathless bc she's done her hair so artfully, with an unfamiliar hair piece, a loop of flowers made from beads and painstakingly cared for. Her makeup is no less flattering, but the style has changed slightly. Her outfit is a short kimono with half cut sleeves and leggings. She wears it well, and it's only the fact that they know her, have been with her, that has them aware of the fact that she ISN'T in fact a local.

They go to town.

Buggy gets along with them famously. Shanks is a very close second, perfectly mannered, while Mihawk and Crocodile trail slightly behind, out if place and reserved. It's all wonderful, blissful for a few hours, business and pleasure together, before they get lunch at a small restaurant, and an older woman steps over, bows, and asks the blue haired pirate if she "is little Buggy? Lady Toki's girl...?"

Buggy's heart skips a beat.

Toki has been dead for some time now. She fell with the destruction of Oden Castle, may her soul find rest. But she'd been a very close friend, and Toki has told this woman about her loved ones, her children, her husband, her friends, her other baby who deserved a Wano that deserved her in turn. Toki had photographs, keepsakes, and they all were entrusted to her closest friend.

Buggy is emotional. Shanks offers her his arm, his shoulder, and the others are silent, supportive sentinels. The ones who knew her mourned.

Buggy visits her grave. Tells her mom all about herself now. About the things she's seen and done and learned, from the day she watched the Wano shores bleed into the horizon to the day Buggy came home, well and truly.

Crocodile and Mihawk feel as if they are intruding heavily, but Shanks stops them with a look. Buggy did not tell them to leave. She absently waves for them to take a seat with her.

Toki taught her many things - honoring the dead among them. She talks the process out, and neither of her lieutenants mention that she and Shanks both are crying quietly.

The two former warlords learn many, many things about their chairwoman on this trip.

WELEWDJUIWEGFJKIWBFBWEJKFBWEFJKLWENFKLWNEKLFNWKEFNKWLEFNLKWENFKLWENKLFNWELKFNWEKLFNKWLENFKLEWLKFWNEKLFNWEKLFNWLKEFNLKEWFN <- super normal and mentally stable reaction to this. I am SO normal about this (I am NOT).

This is just so beautiful. Buggy finding out her mother is dead but there's so much she can still enjoy in Wano after telling Toki everything that has changed in her life. I think she enjoys the trip and she finally feels at home because everything she knows is thanks to her. Buggy wants the three men to stay with her because she feels a little less alone, and they're surprisingly extremely respectful. I imagine Buggy talking to Hiyori and Momo and it kills me,,, It's so sweet. I think Crocodile, Mihawk, and Shanks are having a moment of peak realization and they're starting to be down down bad for her. Like. There's no coming back after this because Buggy owns their hearts fr. Also, she falls so many times with that kimono because she's still a failgirl and she isn't used to those clothes because the last time she wore one of those was when she was a kid. And yet she still looks gorgeous and like she belongs there.

#sobbing and crying #this is so beautiful #fem buggy my beloved #one piece #cross guild #red haired shanks #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #fem buggy

[the-lavender-clown]

A Fem!Buggy drawing because I love drawing her

#art #artists on tumblr #drawing #illustration #small artist #digital aritst #digital art #ibispaint my beloved #ibispaintx #fanart #anime fanart #anime and manga #one piece #one piece fanart #one piece art #one piece buggy #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy the genius jester #fem!buggy #genderswap #genderbend #gender bent #i literally love her so much #I have a whole au for her that I write and post with my co-author #buggy the clown supremacy

[tallulah477]

Pretty, But Not Stupid

Extra of Hunting the Tawtute

Kinkmas Day 10: Breath Play

Pairing: Lo’ak x Fem!Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: AgedUp!Lo’ak, Dark!Lo’ak, ***NON-CON***, Dub-Con, Breath Play, Choking, Size Difference, Alien Genitalia, Oral (male receiving), P in V, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Scenting, Mention of knots (but no knotting yet), Slight threesome (and Dark!Neteyam), Mentions of death/dead bodies, Reader is not having a good time (although idk...i think she’s having a great time), Mentions of war

A/N: Guess who’s back, besties!! Been MIA, slacking on prompts, and about to lose my fucking mind with all my family around, but I somehow got this done and I’m about to read as many fics as I can before someone else demands my attention.

A/N 2: This was not intended to be a full Part 2 yet, but it's way too long to be called a drabble. So I’m calling it an extra for now until I decide what to call it lmao. Hope y’all like it 🧡

A/N 3: DEDICATED TO @oakbuggy AND THEIR AMAZING ARTWORK (Everyone stop reading and go look at their art rn, all of them are god-tier but the one for Hunting the Tawtute definitely holds a special place in my heart. Thank you again, Buggy! You're amazing!)

Summary: With their father’s impending retirement as Olo’eyktan, Neteyam has more responsibilities to the clan and less time to see his favorite human. Thankfully, Lo’ak is there to pick up the slack.

**PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ**

Translations:

Vrrtep - Demon

Tawtute - Human

Sevin - Pretty

Palulukan - Apex predator resembling a lion or panther

(Mountain) Banshee/Ikran - Large, dragon-like aerial predators

Mawey - Calm

Narlor - Beautiful

Tam tam - Calm, be content, there there

Srane - Yes

Yawne - Beloved

Paskalin - Sweet berry (term of endearment)

Their father is stepping down as clan leader - at least that’s what Lo’ak tells you when he comes to visit you in the isolated hut the brothers have set up for you on the side of a cliff face. It was for your own protection, they told you. You couldn’t stay in the village yet, their father would never allow it, and you clearly couldn’t be trusted not to run away if they built you something on the forest floor. 

“Tawtutes with their tiny brains are stupid,” Neteyam had sneered as he hauled your combined weight up the cliff side. Your arms locked around his neck tightly, legs wrapped around his lithe torso as your eyes squeezed shut, determined not to look at the insane height you were being pulled to. “You might think to run away and then become the next meal of a hungry Palulukan.”

“Nah, bro,” Lo’ak said, the grin on his face audible in his teasing words as he climbed up the cliff behind you, ready to catch you if you decided to end it all right there and try your hand at plummeting to your death, no doubt. “Our little vrrtep would never run from us. Right, sevin?”

The hut they built for you was as cozy as it could be. Assembled further into the cave and away from the treacherous cliff side, thick material wrapped around sturdy posts to keep out any harsh weather that the cave itself couldn’t keep out. They’d given you plenty of blankets, assuring you that even though your human nose can’t smell it, their scent is all over them.

“To keep you smelling like us, when we can’t be here to do it ourselves.”

But they’re always around, day after day they come for you. Lo’ak grinning a deceivingly sweet smile and Neteyam’s amber eyes burning holes into your face as they grab at you, pulling you towards them as they all but rip off the loincloth and chest covering they gave you, baring your marked up body to their hungry gazes. They spread you open, fucking you and fucking you until you’re a crying overstimulated mess, drooling and teary under your mask as they fill you up. 

They know exactly how to touch you, where to press, where to rub, where you’re most sensitive. They learned how to play with your body better than you could ever know how, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling, exhausted body until your left limp and they’ve decided they’ve had enough for the day. 

Your body still struggles to take their cocks (although they love to tell you that you were made for it - “made to be our little cocksleeve”). Your only saving grace is that they’re still not sure if they can knot you. They’ve gotten close to trying, instincts desperate to push that large ball of tissue at the base of their cocks inside your already stuffed to the brim pussy. You feel how they test the resistance, pushing juuuusttt a little deeper, the swollen knot stretching you even farther than you ever thought you could stretch before they back off. 

When they fill you full of their cum, it’s with their own hand squeezing tightly around the knot. 

Usually, it’s both of them. This time, you’re shocked to see only Lo’ak climbing over the edge of the cliff. 

“Neteyam sends his regrets,” Lo’ak says, kneeling down to wrap his arms around your body and press his face into your neck. His flat nose presses against your rapidly increasing pulse point and breathes in your scent. “He said to tell you that he’s sorry he won’t be able to visit you today, but that he’ll make sure to come see your pretty face and fill your tight pussy tomorrow.”

Your face flushes hot at his words, shivering when his nose slides up to nudge just behind your ear, but you stay silent. 

“But that’s good news for me,” He continues. “Because that means I get you all to myself for tonight.”

Neteyam isn’t coming to visit you today because their father is stepping down as clan leader, which means increased training, more hours at council meetings, and less time to sneak off with his captive human. 

“What does that mean?” You can’t help but ask. Lo’ak’s hands smooth down your sides, large palms dragging over your bare skin until they’re squeezing your ass. Your voice cracks at the feel, but you push on, your eyes doing their best to keep contact with his bright amber ones. “Your father stepping down? What does that . . .” 

What does that mean for me?

“Nothing you have to worry about right now,” He says.

Without warning, he stands, pulling you with him so your legs wrap around his torso as he supports you with a hand on your ass. A loud yip rips from his throat, echoing through the cave as he walks you both towards the cliff’s edge. The responding roaring shriek makes you cower against him as the large dragon-like animal lands on the platform behind you, wings flapping hard against the wind. 

“We’re going on an adventure,” Lo’ak says as he walks you closer to the banshee. You whimper, arms locking around his neck so tight you’d think you would be choking him if you could think straight. But you’re not, head whipped around staring wide eyed at the monstrous creature as it turns its head sideways to stare back at you. 

“Lo’ak, no,” You beg through gritted teeth, but he ignores you as he approaches the banshee, his hand settling lovingly on its snout. 

“Mawey,” he coos, carefully rubbing along the blue leathery skin on the banshee’s snout, but you’re not sure if he’s trying to calm the large animal or you. “Mawey, narlor,”

“Lo’ak, no,” You plead, still clinging to his upper body. Tears pool in your eyes and a panicked whimper escapes your lips when you feel the puffing breath of the mountain banshee on your back. “Please, please, no!”

But you’re ignored again, even when your body goes rigid at the feel of that rounded snout pressing against the curve of your spine, hot exhales practically burning your skin as the banshee sniffs at you. Fuck, fuck–you could die. Right now, you could die in a second, that snout pressing into your skin could disappear, replaced with dual rows of long curved teeth that would take only a second to open and bite down and rip you clean in half. 

You can hear the smile in Lo’ak’s voice from where your mask is digging into his collarbone, his soft murmurs of encouragement loud even through your terrified thoughts. “Srane, tam tam. Look at my two beautiful girls, getting along so well.”

He moves swiftly, not leaving room for any more pleading as he bonds with his banshee and climbs on, bringing your clinging body with him. The rush of air as the large animal takes flight makes you squeeze Lo’ak tighter, desperate for safety as you feel the wind bat at your back as the banshee cuts through the sky like a bullet from a gun. 

“Is this all it takes for you to cling to me, sevin?” Lo’ak teases as he rests a secure hand on your trembling figure, all five fingers spread so wide that they nearly span the entirety of your back. “A little ikran ride and I get you all cuddled up, nice and close?”

You ignore his dig, teeth clenching together as you fight to find your voice around the wind rushing around your ears. “W-where are we going?”

Lo’ak nudges his chin against the top of your head. “You’ll see,”

The flight feels like hours. Hours of watching miles and miles of trees and forest thousands of meters below from over Lo’ak’s shoulder. Logically, you know you’re exaggerating. It hasn’t been hours, and even though you’re still high enough to die as a splat on the ground if you were to fall, it's probably not as high as it feels. But heights have never been your friend, and frankly, neither has time management. 

It’s only when the banshee lowers to the ground and Lo’ak dismounts, depositing you on your own two unsteady feet, that you realize where he’s brought you on your ‘adventure’. 

Your mouth opens in horror at the remains of your old home. The RDA outpost, a once tall and strong fortress that housed the lives of hundreds of humans, now practically nothing more than a heap of rubble. The walls once meant to provide safety to those within them have crumbled down, victims of their own explosives used against them by the enemy. Debris lines the paved ground, thick boulders and metal platings that were once walls, bullet shells glinting in the sunlight. There’s a few AMP suits scattered around the battlefield - you can’t see inside them from your vantage point, and you’re terrified of what you might see if you get too close. 

“This way, tawtute,” Lo’ak says, reaching for your hand, but you yank it away before he can grab it. 

“No,” You say, but the firmness in your voice is overshadowed by the shakiness. “No, I’m not going in there.”

“Yes, you are,”

Another headshake. “No,”

Quick as lightning, his hand shoots out and grabs the bottom of your mask, gripping on the valve at the bottom as he bends down so his face is level with yours.

“Demon,” He growls, fangs on display for just a moment. A warning. “You are pretty, but not stupid. You do as I say.”

Fear claws at your throat and your hands immediately latch onto his wrist, silently begging for him to not pull your mask off. He never does, and neither does Neteyam. Not as a punishment at least. When they use your mouth, there’s always a warning - a “hold your breath, yawne,” before the air is cut off from your lungs and your mouth is full of alien cock. But the fear never leaves, the possibility is always there at the forefront of your mind, and you cling to his wrist like the lifeline it is. 

Lo’ak’s face softens at your expression, grip loosening from your mask as his hand slides to cup the back of your neck. “You know I would never hurt you. You need to trust me,”

Hesitantly, you shake your head again. You’re pushing your luck, you know it. But you’ve learned Lo’ak is the more lenient of the brothers and will tolerate more ‘disobedience’ than Neteyam will. “I can’t,”

“Yes, you can. Nothing in there will hurt you. If anyone is left in there, they’re dead,”

And that’s the problem. The terror of facing the place where life as you knew it was ended in a heartbeat. If there’s still people in there, people you once knew, people you talked to, some people who were good, lying on the ground . . . lifeless . . .

In the end, it’s not a choice. Lo’ak sighs, pulling you back in his arms and cradling you to his chest like a toddler. You sniffle, eyes sliding shut, determined to not watch as he walks you towards the remains of the outpost. 

It’s hard to admit, but being carried by the brothers can be really soothing if you let it. They move swiftly, with grace and confidence in every step, careful not to jostle you despite the usually uneven terrain of the forest. It’s even smoother now as Lo’ak walks across the flat pavement of the base. If you close your eyes, it can almost feel like you’re floating.

There’s a loud chu-chunk sound followed by the rapid hiss of air and the loss of sunlight behind your closed lids. You open your eyes to see that Lo’ak has found a still intact entrance, the airlock working to adjust the oxygen levels to whatever lies beyond the interior door. He smiles when the pressure stabilizes, opening the door and stepping into the inside of the base. This time, he doesn’t warn you when he pulls off your mask, the sound of escaping air hitting your ears, but you don’t choke. Instead you can breathe, deep complete breaths without the need for a mask covering your face. 

Lo’ak wastes no time nuzzling his face against yours, sliding his cheek across every new inch of face and neck that he can comfortably reach, a deep content rumble vibrating through his chest. 

Scenting you. 

“I can smell you,” He whispers, lips pressing against your cheek. “Not just you right now, but where you were, where you’ve been, here, within these walls.”

“W-what?”

His feet carry him, guided by an old scent that you can hardly believe is here after so long. But it is, it has to be - you know the journey, have walked it hundreds of times during your time on Pandora, but you can’t imagine that Lo’ak would. You don’t think he ever went inside the outpost during the attack. He shouldn’t know that it's the second hallway instead of the first, shouldn’t know it’s two left turns and one right, and that your door is the 3rd on the left. But he does. 

He even knows which bed was yours and which was your roommate’s, only confirmed when he drops you down onto the thin RDA issued mattress against the far side wall. You land with a yelp, bouncing slightly from the force of the drop, but your noise of surprise is cut off by Lo’ak’s lips against yours.

“Stupid humans,” He growls against your lips. “Can't even breathe air without help. Wish I could teach you, so I wouldn’t have to go without your pretty lips on mine every day.”

You whine into the kiss, his big lips nearly twice the size of yours as they capture your mouth completely. It’s not the first time he’s kissed you, but it’s the first time you can breathe while it happens. 

He pulls away after a few more kisses, his breathing shallow as he reaches for something tied to his loincloth. It’s only then that you see the CO2 mask that’s been attached to his hip this whole time. He pulls the cross strap around his body, the mask hanging low on his chest and the CO2 canister hanging around his hip. He brings the mask to his face with one hand, taking in a few deep breaths, while the other hand works at the ties on his loincloth. 

The material of his covering falls to the ground and he drops the mask in favor of gripping your chin, thumb rubbing soothingly across your cheek. 

“Someone wants to play with you,” He purrs. “Be a good girl and invite him out, okay?”

Your breathing is shaky as you rise up on the bed, knees pressing into the mattress as you come face to face with the flat plane hiding Lo’ak’s cock. His hand moves to the back of your head, guiding you forward until your lips press against the smooth space between his thighs. 

Experience has you knowing what to do now, how to hold onto his thighs with both hands to keep yourself steady as you pepper gentle kisses along the hidden slit. Lo’ak tips his head back at the feel of your tongue sliding along the seam, little teasing kitten licks against the engorging slit that are always from him demanding them, demanding the slower teasing buildup, rather than you being coy. 

He pushes your face harder against him, hissing a ‘yeah, good girl. Like you fucking mean it,’ as he urges you to lick him deeper. When his slit opens, puffy and dripping, you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips as the sweet taste of his slick coats your tastebuds. It controls your body, whatever is in the slick. You feel it, making your body heat up, making you want things you definitely don’t - and you’re in the thick of it now, no mask or breathing breaks to cut whatever effects it usually has on you. It sets your body on fire now, making your thighs clench together as wetness pools in your core, and your brain fuzzes as the first touch of Lo’ak’s cock teases your lips as it starts to slip past the slit. 

You don’t know how long he keeps you there, sucking his cock. He’s dragging it out, taking advantage of the rare opportunity he has now of you without your mask. He drags your mouth along his cock, staring down at you with hooded eyes and letting you suckle gently on the lavender tip. Sometimes he’ll growl, pushing you down harder on his length just to hear you gag when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Other times he’ll pull you off completely, twisting your head so that your lips wrap around his girth from the side, before sliding you slowly back and forth along his length, tongue running over each and every bump and barb along the hot cerulean skin, the bright bioluminescent freckles decorating his cock practically shining under the layer of slick and saliva. 

When he’s finally used you to tease himself enough, he pushes you back flat on the bed, large hands wrapping around your calves and pulling you closer so your ass is just barely hanging off the side. You whimper when he pulls your legs apart, ripping the soaked loincloth from your body, hungry amber eyes staring at your swollen, wet cunt.

“Such a pretty girl,” He moans. The tip of his cock slides along your folds, nudging against your clit before sliding back down and positioning at your entrance. “You ready?”

Your brain is fuzzy and your clit is throbbing, hole clenching with the need to be filled. You close your eyes, looking away from his intense gaze - you don’t want it, you try to remind yourself, you don’t, he’s making you. But a swift smack on your thigh makes your eyes fly open again, Lo’ak’s hard gaze seeming to cut into your very soul.

“Say it, demon. Wanna hear you say it,”

A small cry escapes your lips, body unconsciously trying to bear down on his cock even as you shake your head. He shifts forward just the tiniest bit, lavender tip just barely pressing against your drooling hole enough for it to start to stretch before stopping again. 

“‘Need you, Lo'ak,” he recites, brow cocked, expecting you to repeat it. “Say it.”

“Fuck!” Is what comes out instead - a whiny, frustrated curse, that has your eyes tearing up again and Lo’ak’s ears pinning back against his skull.

His hand is quick to wrap around your throat, fingers digging into the blood vessels at the side of your neck as he hisses down at you. Your hands wrap around his wrist again, fingernails digging in and no doubt leaving red crescent shaped marks in the blue skin. He’s not squeezing your neck, not crushing your windpipe out of anger. You can breathe, the gulping breaths your gasping for are making it into your lungs, but the fingers pressing into the blood vessels make it feel like you can’t. Your head is clouding again, fuzzing like TV static, vision going blurry as his hand doesn’t relent. 

“Fine,” He grunts. “You don’t wanna talk? Don’t.”

You want to scream when he pushes forward, cock bullying its way past your entrance and inside you, stretching you and filling you up. It’s slow and torturous as he fills you impossibly full, the barbs along his length scraping ruthlessly against your slick walls. He sighs, ears flicking in pleasure as your heat envelopes him, stretching around his girth so perfectly he swears you were made for him. 

You can feel the bulge in your belly, the pressure disappearing and reappearing again as he begins to move inside of you. Long, purposeful strokes meant as a punishment, meant to make you feel every agonizingly blissful inch of him as he fucks into your soaked cunt, harder and harder with each thrust. Your mouth moves trying to form words, sound fleeting save for the barely there whispers of ‘fuck’, ‘oh my god’, and ‘please’. Lo’ak hears them anyway, leaning down to silence you with a filthy kiss. His hips pound against yours, unrelenting in their mission to completely fuck the soul of your body, and the sound of slapping skin against skin mix with Lo’ak’s groans and your barely audible breathy whines. 

Lo’ak’s fingers find their way to your swollen clit, rubbing persistently at the sensitive nub until you're crying into his mouth, thighs trying desperately to close together but can’t because of his body between them. The thick press of his knot against your entrance is what pushes your oversensitive body over the edge.

At the first suffocating clench of your pussy around his cock, Lo’ak releases your throat letting all the air it felt like you weren’t getting back into your lungs in a rush of oxygen. You gasp, crying against his lips as you arch up against him, creaming pussy fluttering around him as you cum on his cock. He growls when your teeth latch onto his bottom lip, blunt teeth digging in enough to draw blood, but the way he immediately grabs your hips, shoving his knot against you as hard as he would dare without actually penetrating you, tells you that it was a lust filled growl this time, not an angry one. 

He moans when he spills himself inside you, face pressed against your neck as he fills you up. You swear it feels almost scorching hot, heating you up from the inside and then out as it spills from around Lo’ak’s still buried cock and runs down the curve of your ass and onto the bed sheets. 

Someone clears their throat from behind Lo’ak, and you gasp at the sudden sound, frantically trying to look around Lo’ak’s hulking body to see who it is. 

Lo’ak sighs, undisturbed by sudden intrusion, even going as far as rolling his eyes before slowly pulling out of your used cunt - more of his cum spilling out onto the bed now that he’s not still inside you to keep it in. “Wasn’t expecting you today, bro,”

Your eyes widen when he moves out of the way, revealing a smug looking Neteyam in the doorway, still very much dressed up in his warrior’s gear. 

“I had to make time to see our pretty little demon,” Neteyam says, bright amber eyes sweeping over your exhausted form. He crosses the room with three long strides, one knee pressing into the bed as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “That was a nice show. I know you’re tired, paskalin,”

His eyes meet yours, amber irises practically swallowed up by the blacks of his pupils. A hand presses against your belly, sneaking down towards your oversensitive pussy, his pointer finger reaching out to tap against your clit as you whine. 

“But it’s really not fair that you smell more like Lo’ak than me now, is it?”

**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!

Taglist: @eywaite @loaksulluyswife @erenjaegerwifee @f-cklife @beautiful-brown-skin-05 @anastasia1777-blog @localjasmine @tsewtx @skywonder @neteyamswillow @luvv4j4ybe11 @pandoraslxna @avatarwifey

#𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✎ #Avatar12DaysofKinkmas #lo'ak smut #lo'ak x female reader #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x human reader #tw: noncon #tw: non con #tw: dubcon #tw: dubious consent

[constantmourning]

Hey i don't know if you take requests but I saw your x reader fic on buggy and I just had to ask if you could do one for a plus sized reader who's a Lil (alot) insecure about her figure? Like stretchmarks and all???

Do what you want with that information I just think it'll be cute.

Insecure

[Buggy x Plus Size!Fem!Reader]

Summary: Every time Buggy gets close to you, and kisses get too heated, you run. You decide to ask for some advice, but things don't go to plan.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of being marked up, biting, bruising, sweet but rough Buggy, hints that reader is inexperienced, insecure!reader, buggy calling you baby, not beta'd (Im Sorry)

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST MY DEAR!! It was my birfday when i started writing this... I literally wanted to post this for my birthday but a day late isnt too bad. ANYWAY! If you want a part two with the actual smut?? LET ME KNOW PLEASE!! I love smut and wanna ride buggy so bad sfnsjf (P.s. the way buggy says baby literally has got me in a chokehold)

“Alvida…?” You asked as you approached the pirate, who looked like she definitely was not feeling whatever it was you were putting off. She hummed at you and you continued, “I need advice.”

She immediately perked up. “You’re coming to me for advice? Why not your beloved, Buggy?”

You call a man beloved one time and no one will let you live that shit down. You inhaled sharply through your nose. “Because, I don’t want to ask him.”

“Okay…” Alvida watched you, and motioned for you to sit in front of her. You pulled a chair up and folded your arms on the table. “What could I possibly help you with?”

You scrunched your face and Alvida snorted at you. “Look, I’ve been feeling, uh… Not good. And you’re my friend!” Alvida snorted again. “Okay, acquaintance, whatever! Anyway!” You snapped, causing Alvida to scrunch her face. "You’re so confident! And, I just wanna be like you… I wanna be confident too.”

“Did someone say something to you? About how you look?” Alvida narrowed her eyes. “I will kill them.”

Your eyes widened, “No!” You put your hands up. “No. I was just curious, about how nothing seems to phase you. I wanna be that way. But I’m not. I don’t like the way my tummy looks sometimes-”

“Tummy?” Alvida smiled before she saw you pout. “Continue…”

“Yeah, tummy! I don’t like my rolls, or the stretch marks on my arms, legs, stomach.” You wanted to throw something at her when she gave you a blank stare. She looked back down at her drink and you were about to snatch it from but she finally responded to you.

“I think you should talk about that with your beloved.” Alvida’s mouth popped the ‘b’ in beloved and she took a sip. “Anyways,” She smiled at you, "he’s probably listening right now.”

Your stomach dropped. You forgot he could do that; listen in or watch you whenever he wanted. You groaned, wanting to chug the nearest bottle of liquor. You threw yourself onto the table and made the ugliest guttural noise you could muster. Earning you a confused and disgusted look from Alvida.

You heard someone clear their throat and you turned. Buggy stood there, staring down at you. You turned to Alvida and gave her a look. "I need a drink." Your hand shot towards her glass and she quickly snatched it from you.

"Get your own!"

Buggy's hand was placed on the back of your neck. He lowered himself to your level and you shakily inhaled. "I think you should come with me."

You blew a raspberry and sighed. "Okay." You stood up and Buggy's hand migrated towards your lower back, and he guided you towards what you could only assume were his quarters. "How much of that did you hear?" You were genuinely curious, but also slightly afraid. You couldn't place your finger on why you were so worried, but you were being eaten from the inside with doubt.

You were ahead of Buggy, so you couldn't see his expression change, but it did. His face dropped when he heard your tone. "Enough." He spoke clearly and confidently. You let out a stifled whine.

The both of you reached Buggy's room and he opened the door. He led you in and the door shut behind the both of you. You were staring at the wall, not looking at him. Buggy placed a hand on his hip and cocked his head at you.

"Baby…" Buggy, the way he said that, had you weak. You were folding immediately. "Why would you go to Alvida with those questions when I'm right here?"

You felt like you were gulping down air. You still didn't look at him. "Bug- I-" Tears pricked your eyes. You tried to wipe them as they formed and you saw Buggy tense out of the corner of your eyes. "I'm a little insecure."

Without thinking, Buggy responded, "Why?"

"Buggy!" You turned towards him at a neck breaking speed. "Ugh!" You wanted to rip all of your hair out. Buggy was confused. "I feel like- I don't look-"

"Stop." Buggy put his hand up. "Do not finish that sentence." Buggy shook his head and took a step closer to you. Something clicked. Almost audibly. "Is this why you've been so distant?"

"Huh?" You crossed your arms, covering yourself. Soothing yourself.

"Everytime I get close to you; put my hand up your shirt or try to get you of your clothes-"

"Buggy!"

"We're the only ones in here, it's fine." He waved his hand, "Back to the problem at hand… When we get close, you flee. Why?"

You gave him a blank stare. "Because, um," you knew fleeing was not an option anymore, "what if you don't like what you see?"

Buggy's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Don't like- What?!" He stumbled on his words, baffled. "Baby, I want to fuck your brains out-" It was your turn for your eyes to bug out. "-no amount of stretch marks or cellulite is gonna change that." You stared, mouth agape. "I can show you?"

"Show me?" You pointed to yourself, as if he could have been talking to anyone else. Buggy nodded. You were baffled. "Right now?" He nodded again. "Oh no, what if I-"

"I don't care," Buggy shrugged, "if you don't want to we don't have to, but any of your current 'problems' are not going to bother me."

You sighed, trembling slightly. "Okay."

Buggy perked up. "Really?" He sounded like he was unsure if his words of encouragement were going to work. He leaped onto you as soon as you gave another okay. Buggy's lips were pressed to yours and he held you as close to him as possible. His hands gripped your hips and he led you back to his bed. You hit the mattress and Buggy's lips began to travel down your neck.

You stared at the ceiling, heart pounding against your ribcage. "I, uh, this is- I don't usually get this close to others-" Your fingers idly played with the covers.

"Oh?" He questioned, his hands beginning to slide up your shirt, "In that case, I'll make this extra fun!" Your hands moved from the sheets and to Buggy's back. "Get comfortable, I plan on being here for as long as you need reassurance."

You couldn't help but smile. You settled, your muscles relaxing and you found yourself whining as he nipped at your neck. Buggy’s gloved hands grabbed and then pinched at your hips. His grip was bruising. He wanted others to know who you were with. And he wanted you to have a reminder the next day of who made you feel so good.

You mewled under Buggy, eyes closed tight as he pulled up your shirt. You moved up, and without thinking (you knew you would run if you did think) you let him slide your top off. One of Buggy’s hands, without missing a beat, was at your bra. He unclasped it and pulled it from you, tossing it across the room. He pushed himself up, looking down at you. Involuntarily, you covered your face.

“Uh-uh,” Buggy pulled your hands away from your face, “I want you to see how much I enjoy you.”

“Okay,” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I can do that,” You were reassuring yourself more than anything.

“Good… You’re being so good, I want you to continue being good.” He let go of your hands and you placed them at your sides. Buggy’s eyes ran over your body. His eyes looked over all the (what you believed were) blemishes. His fingers traced your stretch marks, on your hips, arms, breasts, stomach… You really were going to be there a while.

His hands moved to your waistband and he was pulling your pants down within seconds. You gulped, sure he heard you. Your eyes watched Buggy. You kicked your pants off and Buggy’s fingers were on your legs. He kissed one of your thighs, his eyes darting up to yours as he did so.

His fingers gently followed all of the marks on your thighs, the cellulite, stretch marks, anything. If it was on there, he was touching it. His touch was soft and lingered… Until he bit down on your thigh and grabbed the other one in a bruising grip, again. You yelped loud enough for the whole ship to hear and Buggy smiled into your skin.

“Do you believe me?” He peered up at you. Your head bobbed and Buggy went to stand up.

“Don’t stop though!” It came out without you thinking. You wanted- No… You needed Buggy. You needed him to touch you more. You needed to hear him call you good. And you needed him to mark you up.

Buggy’s smile was devilish. “Well, I can’t let the show stop now if the audience is enjoying it!” Buggy put his arms out, his head tilting back with pride. “I promise to show you a great time, baby.”

#op buggy #opla buggy #buggy smut #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #one piece #one piece smut

[soft-mafia]

The Other Woman

warnings: angst, fem reader, not proofread

a/n: I remember getting a request about something similar to this, but it included smut— my brain went a different direction when writing this.

Y/n leaned her head over the railing of the ship, the sounds of the waves crashing against the side, and the quiet noises of the night were the only things comforting her. She gripped the railing, squeezing her eyes shut as she let out a shaky break. Tears filled her waterline.

She recounted the rollercoaster of emotions she had felt today. Fearing that her boyfriend had died, his only remains being his body parts without feet, hands and a head; sobbing all alone while Cabaji and Mohji were already fighting over who would replace him.

When Buggy finally came back alive— he brought somebody with him. Whatever her name was, Alveera? Y/n didn’t care about what her name was. But she was everything Y/n wished she was. Taller, prettier, confident, thinner, strong, she was even a well established pirate. Y/n let out a choked cry, a tear slipping down her cheek.

What was he doing with her? Who was she? Y/n feared the worst, so avoided speaking to Buggy at all costs. When he ran over to hug her once he got all of his parts back, she didn’t return the embrace, she held in her tears and avoided looking at him, she just rushed back onto the ship and hid in the crows nest.

“Y/n!!!!” Buggy shouted gleefully, his heart full as he ran over to his girlfriend, wrapping his strong arms around her in a firm embrace, “Oh I missed you the most!! I missed the smell of your hair!!” He took a big whiff of the top of Y/n’s head, he then pulled back a bit to look down at her, hands holding her shoulders, “Did you see my moves back there? I did that all for you, baby!” Buggy grinned, feeling proud of himself as he remembered the way he effortlessly defeated that cannibal tribe trying to eat his crew..

Buggy’s eyes widened slightly when Y/n didn’t say a word. She pulled away and hurried off back onto the Big Top.

She didn’t even.. look at him. Not even a kiss on the cheek.

Y/n’s sudden cold shoulder left Buggy confused.. why was she so moody all of a sudden? He imagined she’d be the most ecstatic that he survived.

Right now, everybody was celebrating on the lower deck, happy that their beloved Captain was alive. However, Y/n felt like she was loosing her boyfriend as soon as she got him back, she much rather preferred the pain of Buggy dying over the pain of being replaced by somebody taller, older and more beautiful.

She wanted off of the boat, and out of Buggy’s life forever.

Y/n lifted her head when she suddenly heard footsteps from behind her. Buggy was there, he had been wondering why Y/n was ignoring him, why she wasn’t on her proper place on his lap while they were partying downstairs. “Hey.. What’s got you so down in the dumps? C’mon and join us! I can get Cabaji to make you one of those fruity drinks that you like!”

“I wanna go back to [hometown].” Y/n said quickly. Her words made Buggy raise his brows.

“Why? Do you need something?” He grunted as he stepped closer, Y/n turned her head away and looked back over the railing. Buggy was so cute, it felt like knives were being stabbed through her heart.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore.” Y/n choked out, “I wanna go home, I don’t wanna be with you anymore.” Tears rolled down Y/n’s cheeks as she spoke in a rushed tone, feeling her heart shatter.

Buggy’s eyes widened, “Huh- HUH?!” He yelled, feeling shocked, but at the same time he felt anger rise up inside of him; anger fueled by hurt, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

“DON’T YELL AT ME, BUGGY!!” Y/n shouted back at Buggy, looking at him with teary eyes, tears rolling down her face. Buggy drew back, eyes wide as he looked at Y/n, “A-Ah-..” he tried to find what words to say after seeing her tears. He walked closer to her, “What’s wrong..?”

Y/n turned her head away, tears rolling down her cheeks, “I don’t wanna be with you anymore, Buggy.” She repeated.

“Was it something I said?! Is it because of my breath?!”

“No, Buggy.” Y/n choked, trembling. Buggy walked over to Y/n and tried to put his arm around her, she flinched and moved away immediately, she felt like she would die if Buggy touched her. Y/n hugged herself, squeezing her eyes shut tightly to prevent more tears from slipping. Buggy struggled to find the right words to say, “Y/n- I can’t-… I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong..!” Buggy let out a forced, strained chuckle under his breath, feeling his heart wrench inside of him, “Please, talk to me baby.” Buggy reached out to try and put a hand on Y/n’s waist, to which she moved away again.

Y/n didn’t want Buggy to touch her.. she didn’t want him to touch her knowing that he was probably going to be touching that other woman the same way he always touched her.. the simple thought of that made Y/n choke into a sob.

“Just take me home, Buggy.” Y/n breathed out through her sobs.

“WHY?!” Buggy growled, his voice cracking subtly, “Are you saying you want to break up with me?! What did I do?! Why won’t you let me touch you?! Y/n, please-!!”

“Why did you bring that woman here?! Who is she?! Why was she with you?!” Y/n turned to face Buggy completely, mascara running down her cheeks. Buggy was sweating, despite the cold night breeze. He then chuckled softly, letting out a relieved breath, “Aww, baby. Don’t get so worked up about her. She saved my life! And we are after the same person so.. I kind of owe her an alliance.”

Y/n shook her head, no.. no she couldn’t believe that. That woman was beautiful, there was no way Buggy wasn’t cheating on her, or planning to cheat. Even if he wasn’t planning on it, it would happen eventually; Buggy falling for that lady was inevitable and Y/n didn’t want to stick around to see that happen, “Do you think I’m stupid? Why would you lie to me?!” She cried out.

Buggy furrowed his brows, “Wha- I’M NOT LYING!! Why do you think I’m lying to you?!”

“Because she’s gorgeous!! Do you expect me to believe that you bringing her here is just some ‘alliance’?!” Y/n wiped her tears just to make way for more, “At least break up with me before you decide to bring another girl on board!!”

“IT WOULDN’T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE IF SHE WAS A MAN!!” Buggy shouted, growling, he was angry.. he wasn’t going to let Y/n leave him over something as stupid as this.. “What did you expect me to do?! Let myself die because she’s a conventionally attractive woman?! Did you want me to be like ‘Oh sorry ma’am, even though I’m stranded in the middle of the sea with just my head, hands and feet, I can’t let you save me because my girlfriend is insecure! Please leave me to die!’”

“I’M NOT INSECURE!!” Y/n shouted, bawling yet again, she turned away and leaned over the side of the railing, letting her tears fall into the ocean.

“YOU’RE BEING INSECURE RIGHT NOW!! WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO BE INSECURE ABOUT!!” Buggy yelled back at Y/n, his tone making her cry even more.

He’s yelling at me.. he called me insecure. Does he really think I’m insecure? Maybe that’s why.. that lady is so confident, she always talks about how perfect she is, how beautiful she is. Y/n gripped the railing, She could take anybody’s man and not feel sorry at all because she’s too perfect to be bothered.

“You’re overreacting, babe! Come downstairs! Just- give it a chance? I promise this situation is not as bad as you think.”

“I wanna go home, Buggy.” Y/n croaked, sniffling and crying. She felt worthless, defeated, unloveable. Her heart was shattered into a million pieces. How could she ever hold a dime to that other woman? Why was this happening to her? Why didn’t Buggy love her anymore?

Y/n cried some more, feeling absolutely shattered. Buggy stood there with his mouth open, his chest felt tight, it felt like it was on fire.. “Y/n.. Y/n, I-..” he swallowed, clenching his jaw to keep himself from crying, “Ok. I’ll tell the navigator.” He spoke quietly, his voice husky and heartbroken.

Buggy’s bed was cold that night, Y/n wasn’t there with him. His heart hurt, he felt alone as he gripped the bottle of booze in his hand. He growled and slapped a hand over his eyes, “Dammit.” He hissed quietly, his breath was hot and whisky flavored. His long blue hair was sprawled out around him. He sighed, taking his hand away to look out of the window. Maybe Y/n just needs some rest.. I’ll talk to her about this in the morning, she’s just not thinking straight, that’s all. His jaw was clenched tightly, it was kind of painful, Y/n can’t just.. leave me. She can’t leave, she won’t.. I’ll talk to her it’ll be fine.

“C’MON BABY!!” Buggy screamed up at Y/n, who was hiding out in the crows nest, “YOU’RE STILL UPSET?! Please just come down and talk to me!!”

Y/n was curled up, miserable and still crying. She had slept in the crow’s nest all night. She figured that Buggy could’ve just gotten that woman to sleep with him instead, for all she knew was that Buggy completely replaced her in his heart and that he was just trying to reason with her so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

But Y/n was already hurting, she was hurting so much. They were already on route to head back to her home town, it wouldn’t be long before Y/n could leave and Buggy could be happy with Alvida.. completely forgetting about Y/n.

Buggy growled, beginning to get frustrated, he stomped his foot and crossed his arms, “Y/N!! As your boyfriend, I DEMAND that you come down THIS INSTANT and talk to me!!!” He yelled in a commanding, booming tone. Y/n still didn’t budge.

“OH COME ON!! AT LEAST SAY SOMETHING!!!”

“FINE!! Be that way!!” Buggy grumbled and stomped off back to his quarters, his long blue hair that came out the sides of his hat swished gracefully as he turned. He was probably going to get his 5th drink of the morning.

Buggy had his arms wrapped around Y/n from behind as she stood on the dock, “Please baby..” he sobbed, holding her tightly, “Please, please.. please don’t leave. Don’t do this to me baby.” His voice cracked, he had never cried this hard before. Actually.. he never cried like this— at all. He didn’t care that all of his crew members were leaning over the side of the boat, looking at the soap opera that was happening below them.

Buggy thought that they could work this out, that he could’ve spoken to her at least, he didn’t think she was serious when she spoke about leaving, he didn’t even know what would happen if he let her leave; what was he going to do?! Who was going to sit on his lap?! Who was going to nag him about how many drinks he had in one hour, or complain about how messy the room was?! “Baby please, baby.. baby.” He repeated, saying “baby” as if it was a magic word, a prayer that would make Y/n stay. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, smearing his makeup, “Please don’t do this to me!! Don’t leave me..” he sounded desperate, he felt sick to his stomach both from the heartache, and how much he had been drinking earlier.

Buggy’s tight hold on her, combined with his begs and pleads being muffled into her shoulder made Y/n’s eyes water, her heart was being torn apart, why was he doing this?! She knew that he wanted the other woman, why was he doing this to her?! Was this a sick, twisted joke? Was he taunting her? “Buggy.. please let go of me..” Y/n said as she tried to walk back into town, but Buggy clung onto her like a vice grip.

“I don’t want to!!! Y/n!!” Buggy sobbed.

Y/n bit her bottom lip, a tear slipped down her cheek, If I stay.. he’ll leave me. She kept telling herself, I’ll be so alone, I’ll have to watch her take my place. More tears spilled from Y/n’s eyes, “Buggy, please stop.” She whispered as if Buggy had seriously injured her, like she was in physical pain.

Y/n took another step forward and made Buggy fall to his knees, he wrapped his arms around her legs and cried harder, “Y/N DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!” He sobbed heavily, “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!” She had never heard this kind of tone from him.. he was sobbing, completely broken.

Y/n slipped out from Buggy’s arms, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks yet again, “Buggy, stop. Buggy please stop, I have to go Buggy, I can’t stay.” Y/n shook her head, crying and refusing to look at Buggy as he got on all fours.

He cried hard, praying to whoever would listen to please don’t let Y/n leave. Don’t take Y/n away from him over something so stupid.

Buggy screamed as Y/n began running away, “Y/N!!!!!” He didn’t have the strength to move, he felt so sick— he didn’t feel like this before, he felt queasy, his head was pounding. None of this felt real, Buggy didn’t want to comprehend what was happening, “Y/N!!!! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! YOU BITCH!!” He shouted, instantly regretting that. It made it heart hurt even more.

“BABY!! PLEASE COME BACK!! COME BACK!!”

Cabaji hopped down onto the dock and kneeled down beside Buggy, placing a hand on his back, “Just- give her time, captain..”

Buggy’s head hung low, droplets of tears fell onto the wood underneath him, “What am I going to do?!”

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #buggy angst #one piece x reader #one piece live action #opla #opla buggy #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Masterlist

Masterlist for all my One Piece fics / Last updated on 4/18/24

Lucky Break Masterlist

2024 Valentine’s Day Event Masterlist

Purpose - yandere straw hats x isekai’d reader (mostly robin) / Platonic

Joyride - Part 1 - Part 2 - yandere straw hats and ace x isekai’d reader / Platonic

Let me see! - yandere straw hats react to reader drawing them / Platonic

Reader making yandere straw hats DIY gifts / Platonic

Reader with Deadpool-like powers almost dying / Platonic

Straw Hats with a depressed/suicidal Reader / Platonic

Reader being old friends with the Foxy Pirates / Platonic

Yandere Straw Hats x Reader with nightmares / Platonic

Searing Pain - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - yandere ace and luffy x reader who sacrifices themselves to save them and almost dies / Platonic

Straw Hats with Reader that ate a devil fruit and didn’t realize it / Platonic

Desperate Times, Desperate Measures - Yandere Paulie x Reader who uses her skin to get away / Romantic

Estranged - Yandere Rob Lucci x SIbling!Reader / Platonic

What the Heart Wants - Yandere Luffy, Zoro, and Nami x Fem!Reader who has a crush on Buggy / Platonic

Sweet Tastes and Gentle Touches - Sanji x Fem!Reader who likes cooking with him / Romantic

Fix This - Paulie with a little sister Reader / Platonic

Yandere Straw Hats with a reader trying to escape them / Platonic

Let me go - Luffy x GN!Reader who is suicidal / Platonic

Better Left Unsaid - Yandere Shanks x GN Child Reader / Platonic

Was It Worth It? - Yandere Sir Crocodile x Daughter Reader / Platonic

- Was It Worth It? follow up for if Robin takes the daughter with when she joins the Straw Hats

Harmless - Cuddly Yandere Luffy x oblivious GN Reader / Platonic

Adrift, At Home - Zeff and Child Sanji x Baby Reader / Platonic

I’m on the Hunt, I’m After You - 1 - Yandere Jabra x Fem!Reader / Romantic

Thoughts on dad Doflamingo

Sanji x Entomologist Reader headcanons / Romantic

At His Mercy - Laffitte x GN Reader / Romantic

Bewildered, Beloved - Sanji x GN Reader / Romantic

Prized Possession - Yandere Luffy x Reader / Romantic

Touchy - Paulie x GN!Reader who is physically affectionate / Romantic

Space AU

Info Sheet

Insect AU

Species list

Ship and habitats

Monster AU

Info Sheet + Scenario

Merfolk AU

(Don’t) Face Your Fears - Part 1 - Part 2 - aquaphobic reader unknowingly saves yandere merfolk straw hats / Platonic

What the merfolk Straw Hats species are

What’s the harm? - Yandere Straw Hats x GN!Reader who is indifferent towards them / Platonic

God AU

Info Sheet

Divine Intervention - God Luffy x GN!Reader who is being used as a sacrifice / Platonic

Stardew Valley AU

Info Sheet

Strays AU

Info Sheet

How they dress

Lizard endearing herself to Lucci

Lizard and Doll’s mothers

Doflamingo meeting Lizard

Confrontation between Lizard and Enel

Lizard getting drunk and seeing Crocodile again

Lizard’s use of the six powers

Doll’s reunion with her mother

Stray Trio’s worst fears

Doflamingo succeeding in resetting Lizard

Whitebeard Pirates with reset Lizard

Mihawk and Doll’s relationship

Spandam confronting Crocodile

Spandam confronting Doflamingo

What would the Strays Trio’s stands be

#masterlist

[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Contains: young reader (20's), violence

Previous Chapters- Part 1: The Carnival, Part 2: First Glance

Next Chapter- Part 4

Previously: With the circus in town, y/n was determined to attend to complete the promise her mother made. She did not expect to develop a crush on the pirate clown nor become the center of attention. Yasi, her delusional “lover,” did not like the tension between the two. He attacked her, causing her beloved necklace to rip off her neck. Buggy found the necklace, will he return it to its rightful owner?

Part 3: Friend or Foe?

The morning creeped upon the island, the sun rays illuminating the dry landscape. Leaves shrivel up and die— falling to the cold ground. A black quilted blanket covered y/n, keeping her warm from the chilly weather. Her body is stiff, every joint cracks with every stretch.

It was a rough night. She hesitated to remove the warm layer off her body. Her small hairs raise up at the cold temperature. Normally she would have showered before bed, but she wanted to sleep to forget the embarrassment caused by Yasi. With no other choice, she rushed to the bathroom to quickly hop into a warm shower.

After the shower, y/n fixed her hair in front of the dresser's mirror. Yasi left small markings on her chest, not large enough to be noticed. Her hands left her hair, now tracing the tiny scratches. She followed up to her neck and stopped, her eyes widened.

"Oh fuck."

A daunting realization grew open her— the necklace is gone. Her hands vividly ran across her neck and chest, desperately trying to find the missing necklace. It's not there.

Running back to the bathroom, she went straight to the bathtub. The drain has a hair catcher, so the necklace could not have gone down the drain. Still, nothing. Her bare limbs dropped to the floor, looking for any signs of it. No luck. She huffed and returned to her bedroom.

In desperation, y/n started to destroy her bed. Blankets and pillows flew into the air. The mattress is clean and her beloved cross-necklace did not appear. Pulling her hair, she searched every crack and corner for it. It's clear that she's not going to find it in her room. Almost forgetting about her naked body, she grabbed her robe and rushed to the hallway. Again, the silver jewelry was not found.

The house is small, the hallway connects to the kitchen and from there to the living room. There another hallway emerges to the master bedroom and guest bedroom. The only place it could be is the kitchen or living room.

She made her way to the kitchen, the strong aroma of fresh brewed coffee hit her nose.

"Good morning dear, how was the circus last night?" Mrs. Ti greeted, serving her husband coffee. She sat at the dinning table, noticing y/n's expression. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find my necklace. Have you seen it?"

"I'm guessing it's the large cross one right? Well if it was in the house. . . we would have seen it by now."

Y/n nodded and scanned the floor. No sign of it. She groaned in defeat.

Mr. Ti finished his sip of the warm drink— "Retrace your steps. I'm sure you'll find it."

Pulling the side of her face with her hand, she thought about it. That's when she remembered the incident. Yasi must have ripped the necklace off with the bust of her dress. Unfortunately, this meant the necklace fell at the entrance of the circus.

"Will there be another show tonight?"

"Hm, the carnival won't open tonight. Their schedule is weird," Mr. Ti replied.

In a way, she is relieved that it wouldn't open to the public, but that includes herself. There is only one option and that's to sneak in at night fall.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

It's a risky rescue mission. The cast are not just entertainers, they are also pirates. Y/n knew of the possibility of its discovery, but there was only one way to find out.

She creeped through the fields of the apple orchards, covering herself with a large black hoodie. It is imperative to keep a low profile as someone could be lurking by. Making it to the top of the hill, she spots the carnival grounds. It's dark and empty— unlike the previous night. Seeing that there's no sign of people, she commenced the break in.

Entering from the front gates is the closest way to the circus tent, but its easy to get caught. Instead, entering from the back is the best option. She made her way to the wooden fence. The planks are taller than her and busting her way in would not work—she has to climb. The fence is made of old wood, its surface jagged. The climb is tedious, but she made it to the top without catching a splinter. Y/n looked down, the hardest part wasn't over.

After taking a deep breath, she jumped to the ground. The fall did not hurt, though she landed on her bottom. She shook the dirt off and looked around. The coast is clear, all she has to do now is make it to the front of the tent.

The carnival ground is eerie. The empty swings of the child ride squeak with the breeze. The high pitch sound bothered her, only making her want to leave. Trying not to get spooked out, she remembered her mission. Her pace fastened as she approached the front side of the large tent.

The front of the entryway is closed. She looked at the sandy dirt. The dilema happened a bit outside the circus. Despite searching the vicinity, there is no sign of the necklace. It's a noticeable piece. Maybe the pirates did find it. There's no way she could miss it.

Breaking her trace of thoughts, approaching footsteps from inside the tent were heard. Y/n had no where to hide. The covering layer enclosing the tent began to unzip. She quickly placed herself upon the tent, right next to the opening. Holding her breath, a man took a couple of steps forward, lighting a cigarette. Before the man could look back, she swiftly entered, hiding behind the benches.

It's dark. She looked at the sandy entrance for a glimense of her necklace, but there's only dirt. She sighed in defeat. There is no way she's getting it back, they're pirates. Now she wonders why she snuck in the first place, she's doomed if they find her. The pirate is blocking the entrance and its the only way out.

"Fuck..."

Pulling her hair, she tried to recollect herself. If she panicked, it will only make the situation worse. Her eyes glanced around the ring, there's light coming from the backstage. She slowly crawled behind the bleachers toward the opening. She checked around her, making sure no one could see her. Without hesitation, y/n made it backstage, staying close to the walls.

"Okay...now what?" she asked herself.

Not far from her direction, voices could be heard. Obviously she would not head that way. She pivoted to another path, but heavy footsteps drew near. With no other choice, she instantly headed toward the voices. A lit open room appeared on the other side of the large space, shadows moved in the light. If she got any closer, it would be over. There are large boxes to the left of the room. An idea sparked as she heard the unknown person come closer.

Y/n hid behind the boxes, she was lucky that they’re placed apart from the wall. Not even a second passed by when the body of those footsteps arrived. She peaked slighty over the edge to see the person's face— it's Buggy. Her eyes widden at the revelation. She began to blush before she noticed the change in his demenor. It is different from the previous night, a scowl look replaced the cunning smile.

The captain barged into the room and plopped his body at a nearby chair.

"Well?” He raised his hands up waiting for someone to speak.

Curiosity got the best of her and she managed to get a closer view of the people inside. She recognized one of them, he's the acrobat with the unicycle. The other man in the room is a new face, appearing younger than Buggy and his crewmate. He wears white fluffy hat with two small ears. A white fur vest covers his chest, only hiding a small portion of his muscular build. He's cute, no denying that.

"I did some digging and it seems that the Abask family are our people in interest," the furry man said.

"Abask Kija is the head of the household and owns majority of the estates of the island," the acrobat continued.

Buggy placed his gloved hand on his chin, "Abask Kija huh? Tell me more about this man."

"That's Yasi's father..." y/n gasped to herself.

"Despite the mayor governing the the town, Kija plays a critical role. His political power far exceeds the island's government. Kija is the man in charge, not the mayor," the younger of the trio concluded.

"If that's so, why did the mayor approve the carnival at the spot? There's something else going on here."

Continuing his thoughts, "Ah, but of course. Saying no to the townspeople would have damaged his publicity. He's a pawn in this game, but he obviously has to maintain his image to recieve any benefits from the Abask family."

"Well said captain."

"Looks like we'll have to sabotage this little game," he cackled.

"Now, this is what we'll do. Going after Kija would be too risky at the moment. There's no evidence that he knows about the treasure. Targeting the mayor is our best option. Blackmail him and Cabaji, Mohji,"— with a sinister smile plasted on his face— “kill anyone if necessary."

Taken aback at his comment, y/n's heart sunk. They were naive to let the pirates enter their home and now they will face the consequences of their actions. She remained calm, if they find her. . . she's dead meat. Her tense body pulled back slowly, but a faint sensation of walking legs climbed her hand. A small red spider rapidly moved up her arm, in panic she shook it off, hitting the boxes next to her.

"Ow!" immediately recognizing her mistake, she covered her mouth in hopes that they didn't hear.

"What was that?" Buggy questioned.

Not wanting to wait for his wrath, y/n bolted out of her hiding spot. Buggy nudged Cabaji to go after the intruder, clearly irritated. She looked back to see the acrobat chasing after her, quickly catching up. She passed the opening of the backstage and ran to the ring, not removing her eyes from the exit of the tent. The pirate, who still remained outside, spotted the intruder. He ran inside lunging at her. Barely avoiding the tackle, she maneuvered over him and went straight through the exit. Cabaji managed to avoid the straight on collision and continued after the woman.

The gate is not far, but Cabaji started to throw his blades at y/n, guiding her away. Heading towards a dead end, the acrobat cornered her.

"You got nowhere to run, pretty lady," he threatens with his blades aiming at her head.

Y/n's back touched the fence, she looks to her left and right for an escape route. The armed man was ready to attack, but y/n kicked the sandy ground, throwing a large amount of sand to his eyes. She proceeded to kick him in the balls for good measure before running.

Cabaji groaned in immense pain, "That bitch!"

Buggy and Mohji arrived at the scene, perplexed to see the acrobat in defeat. Seeing the intruder take off, Mohji was prepared to take her down. That's when Buggy realized the identity of the woman. He raised his hand to stop Mohji, who only gave him a puzzled look.

Right as y/n reached the gate, an unknown force pushed her to the ground. As she attempted to pick her head up, a red cloud of smoke surrounded her body. Her eyes grew heavy, barely fighting the sudden urge to sleep. The last thing she saw, is what appeared to be a floating hand, waving her goodnight.

Buggy's right hand attached to his wrist, clicking back in place. He walked towards the unconscious woman. He did not expect to see her so soon nor thought she had the guts to take down his chief of staff. Moreover, she overheard their conversation. Was she a spy? A sour feeling developed inside of him, of course she wouldn't be interested in a clown.

"Captain let's kill her!" Cabaji demanded, holding onto his throbbing crotch.

Buggy picked y/n's body off the ground, carrying her back inside the tent.

"I have something else in mind."

.°˖✧.°˖✧

A sharp pain pounced greatly on y/n's head. She tried to grab the site of discomfort, but her hands did not budge. Slowly gaining consciousness, she realized her hands were tied together. Her sense of sight is also gone, a tight fabric closed off her eyes. She panicked, wiggling her bound body.

"Ah, looks like you're awake."

That voice, it's familiar.

A pair of hands grabbed her body, sitting her up straight and removing the blindfold. The dim lights managed to hurt her sensitive eyes. She tried to look around as her blurred vision regained focus. Her eyes water, blinking away the small tears. A dark figure slowly appeared in front of her, she squinted to take a closer look. The image of her captor emerged.

Sitting right in front of her, is the infamous, Buggy the Clown. His right leg laid on top of the large chair's armrest, mansplaining at her eye level, while his face rested on his left fist. He gave y/n a menacing grin, his piercing green orbs stared at her intently.

"Oh, what a fool I am..." he chuckled to himself. He waved his subordinates away, leaving him alone with his captive.

"To believe that a beautiful woman would ever look my way," he snickered at his comment and that snicker turned to vicious laughter.

He held onto his torso; his laugher echoed across the ring. He used his gloved hands to wipe the tears off his face. The captain recomposed himself and stood in front of the distraught woman. The fun clown was no longer there, he looked down at her with a dark glare.

He grabbed her face harshly, squeezing her cheeks.

"Who sent you here?"

Y/n yelped at his sudden grasp. She cried in fear now, her body can no longer move.

"Don't give me those tears, I uncovered your little act. So don't play dumb," he gritted, letting go of her face.

"I-I just want my necklace back. Please, it's not what it looks like," she managed to spit out.

"Oh this?"

His hand dug under his vest, taking out the sliver cross necklace. Her eyes beamed in relief, she found it at last. Buggy removed it off his neck and held it front of her.

"You won't fool me twice. This was all part of the Abask's plan and this act about the necklace... was an excuse to sneak in and spy on us."

"No, that's not true. I shouldn't have snuck in, but that necklace means a lot to me."

"Lies! You're clearly tied to the Abask family. After all, you are soon to marry the heir of the household."

"I am not going to marry Yasi. I have no connections with that family."

Irritated from her terrible lies, he threw the precious necklace across the ring.

"NO!”— she cried out— "Please give it back! I'll do anything, please!"

Taken aback from her outburst, he raised his eyebrow and stared at the piece of jewelry.

"You'll do anything for it?" his voice barely hiding his malicious intent.

Y/n nodded in defeat. "That's all I have left from my father..." she sobbed as her head hanged down.

Buggy grabbed the necklace off the ground and walked back to the wailing woman. He crotched in front of her, using his index finger to raise her chin. Her red puffy eyes looked up at his. He held the dangling necklace up to his face.

His eyes soften, his gloved hand caressed her cheek— bringing her comfort.

“By any means you would be dead by now. You know too much for me to let you go.”

His hand glazed over her mouth, his free thumb glided over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“Tsk, you’re lucky I find you pretty,” he softly said, his eyes never moving off her lips.

“You said you’ll do anything for this necklace, hmm? So let’s make a deal. You will work under me from now on. Until I made use of you, I’ll give your necklace back. Do we have a deal?”

It’s not like the pirate gave her a choice, if she refused, she’ll be killed. Taking a deep breath in she closed her stinging eyes and gulped.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he winked at her, patting her head.

He stood up from his position and placed the necklace over his neck, hiding it back under his scarf and vest.

“You will help dig up information on the mayor and the Abask family. You are an excellent candidate for that position.”

Buggy helped the woman on her feet, freeing her limbs from the tight ropes. Y/n grasped onto the imprints on her skin, it burned.

“Before I let you walk out, know this. I have eyes and ears everywhere. My men will be watching over you and you will obey them. If you fail to do so, there will be blood on your hands… understood?”

Y/n simply replied, “Yes.”

The pirate approached her once more, his body practically on her. His left arm encircled her waist, placing his hand on her lower back. He brought her in close, feeling her soft breast push against him. He leaned in her right ear.

“That’s captain for you.”

“Yes, captain.”

The atmosphere is tense. As frighten as she is, she cannot help to feel turned on by his touch. Buggy too cannot fathom the control he has over the woman, but he can’t guarantee if her actions from the previous night were sincere. For now, he’ll have to wait.

Buggy let y/n out of his hold, nudging her to the exit. She avoided eye contact and headed out, perplexed by the acts of endearment from the captain. She quickly left, not wanting to endure another moment with the pirate. Tears flowed down her cheeks, regretting her decision to take back her necklace. She walked back home in the silent night, wishing for a way out of this mess.

#buggy one piece #buggy the clown #one piece #buggy x fem reader #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #captain buggy #op buggy #opla buggy

[sillylilili]

Fem Buggy my beloved

#buggy fanart #buggy the clown #op buggy #buggy #one piece #buggy one piece #fanart #one piece buggy #captain buggy #fem buggy

[yujo-nishimura]

A coffee break - Part 4

This is a heartfelt fanfiction dedicated to @lostfirefly, who has been a constant source of support and encouragement for my writing. Спасибо!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Warning: female reader has name and certain characteristics, Buggy x fem reader, Buggy being violent and jealous, a bit of angst and female rage ;)

Left alone on the ship, Helga seethed with anger, her fury simmering just beneath the surface. Determined to distract herself from the captain's order, she busied herself with various tasks, desperately trying to shake off the lingering sense of being belittled. While she understood Buggy's intentions were rooted in concern, she couldn't help but feel resentment. 

Though her love for Buggy ran deep, she yearned for him to acknowledge her as his equal, seeing her again as a valuable crewmember before they started becoming lovers. 

With a mop clutched in her hand, Helga found herself standing on the deck, a mix of frustration and self-consciousness washing over her. The sight of herself, a capable and fierce woman reduced to the menial task at hand, made her feel ridiculous. She really wanted to face Buggy when he came back, asking him all the questions which were burning inside of her.

Reluctantly, Helga gripped the mop tightly and began to clumsily swipe at the floor, her teeth clenched in frustration. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention, and she turned around to find Cabaji standing beside her, attempting a friendly smile.

"Ships duty again, huh?" Cabaji remarked, his voice laced with an air of understanding. He had noticed the growing tension between Helga and Buggy, as well as the shifting dynamics in their relationship aboard the ship. However, he couldn't quite piece together the whole picture just yet.

"Yeah, how surprising, right?" Helga replied bitterly, a single strand of her red hair falling loose and obscuring her face.

"Since when did Captain Buggy decide that you're better at cleaning than fighting?", Cabaji remarked. 

"I have no idea, maybe since he just became a total dick!" Helga retorted, her attempt at sarcasm tinged with a subtle undercurrent of frustration that didn't escape Cabaji's notice.

Concern etched across his face, Cabaji asked more carefully, "Are you okay?" The gentleness in his voice struck a chord within Helga, breaking through the walls she had built to contain her emotions. Weeks of secrecy surrounding their relationship had taken a toll, fueling her frustration and anxiety. Cabaji's tender inquiry now stirred a well of tears within her.

In a sudden surge of overwhelming emotions, Helga dropped the mop and began to cry, her tears flowing uncontrollably. She tried to shield her face with her hands, but it was too late—the floodgates had opened, and her sadness was laid bare for all to see.

Cabaji stood dumbfounded for a moment, unsure of how to respond to her emotional breakdown. "I'm sorry!" he quickly blurted out, but as Helga's tears showed no signs of stopping, he gently extended his arm around her, offering her a comforting shoulder to lean on.

"There, there..." he murmured softly, allowing her to release her pent-up emotions. 

In that particular moment, Buggy gathered his land team and made his way to the deck, searching for Cabaji and Mohji to join him. However, his steps faltered as he caught sight of his beloved Helga in Cabaji's arms, tears streaming down her face. An unfamiliar blend of rage and jealousy surged through Buggy's core as he observed Cabaji's comforting embrace.

"What is going on here?" Buggy inquired, his voice ice-cold, the weight of his emotions palpable.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Cabaji immediately released the still sobbing Helga, who remained unable to utter a word through her tears.

"It's not what it looks like, Captain!" Cabaji stammered, attempting to explain himself. "She started crying when I asked if she was okay..."

Before Cabaji could elaborate further, Buggy's fist detached forcefully from his body and collided with Cabaji's face, sending him flying backwards into the main mast. The sudden act of violence silenced the entire ship, and Helga's tears ceased.

"What did you do?!" she finally yelled at her captain, her eyes widening in disbelief, oblivious to the storm brewing in Buggy's gaze.

"I punished him for getting too close to you," Buggy replied, his voice seeping with possessive anger.

"Here, in front of everyone? What's wrong with you, Buggy?!" Helga cried, her voice filled with a mixture of shock and betrayal. The crew, who had witnessed the intimate exchange between captain and crew member, now became aware of the familiarity in their voices. Something was completely wrong.

Mohji, rushing to Cabaji's side to check on him, was the first to sense the truth. Could it be that Buggy's actions were driven by jealousy? Jealousy towards another man who had dared to hold the beautiful girl Buggy had kept by his side throughout their journey?

"There's nothing wrong with me, but what about you?" Buggy retorted, his accusatory tone piercing the air. "I assign you a simple task of mopping the floor, yet you find the time to flirt with my crew members. Do you have too much free time on your hands?"

Helga gasped, her heart sinking at Buggy's baseless accusations. Gathering her composure, she wiped her tears with her scarf, speaking with newfound resolve.

"That's it," she said calmly, her voice steady. "You should know me better than this by now."

Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I quit. You can mop the floor yourself." With unwavering determination, she stepped forward, heading towards the crew's quarters to gather her belongings.

But as she moved, Buggy's hand clamped down on her arm, restraining her. "You stay. That's an order," he hissed, his grip tight.

Anger and sadness washed over Helga as she closed her eyes. Not only was Buggy irrationally jealous and violent towards the only crew member who had shown her kindness, but he had also exposed their secret in front of the entire crew through his stupid actions. She needed a break. Now more than ever.

"You're not my captain anymore," she asserted, her words firm. Buggy's grip slackened in disbelief at her resolution. Unable to utter another word, Buggy watched in despair as the love of his life walked away from his ship and the Buggy Pirates, leaving him behind.

#one piece #buggytheclown #friends on tumblr #long fanfic

[rzdhc]

thank you @gali-la for tagging me!!

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

I did something similar recently but I'll post just titles and a short descriptor / a few tags instead

but because I've got so many, I'll only post the more recent ones that I actually plan on working on, all under the readmore

pretty much all but a few are one piece, the rest of my unfinished fics are abandoned

Hermitcraft

Yo, I Don't Know What To Say - was supposed to be for the hermitgang lyrics fic list last year, but I never finished and I feel so bad about it :((( an au where zedaph was left behind in s5 and it was wormman they took to s6 instead

One Piece

Kata\\Cora Arranged Marriage

Bye Dads! I'm Going On An Adventure - kata\\cora au where rosinante lives post minion island and law was raised by rosinante and katakuri and how it changes canon

Undercover - part of the Bye Dads! au, it's a prequel how katakuri met law and rosinante

Dad (yes that's the file name on google docs lmao) - part of the Bye Dads! au where law calls katakuri dad for the first time

02 newscoo - part of my hearts beloved fic verse where rosinante finds about law has been doing through the newscoo

Oceans Away (there are several files in the works but all one fic) - sh\\uggy fic, snapshots of shanks and buggy's life and how they manage a relationship throughout time

revolutionary!buggy (several files but all one fic) - snapshots through buggy's life as a revolutionary leader

soulmates kata\\cora au - katakuri and rosinante pov, soulmark where it's their name

childhood crush II - sequel to my childhood crush drabble

untitled paulie\\lucci - just canon except with paulie and lucci were dating

5 + 1 people discover kid\\killer

A Flamingo's Anger alive!rosinante - the marines fake rosinante's death to pull him back from undercover and doflamingo's pissed and resentful towards them

Alive Corazon Law & Corazon - rosinante lives and was found in dressrosa

In Life's Canon Universe - kata\\cora au dimension hopping where married!katakuri is forced into the canon verse

She's the captain, not me fem!kid\\killer - established relationship through life

soulmark kid\\killer - soulmate mark au where kid likes showing it off

untitled ace x past marco - time travel, set in oden flashback

Whitebeard's New Son buggy & whitebeard pirates - buggy feels unappreciated, joins the whitebeard pirates; roger's pissed, shanks is sad, buggy flourishes.

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I've got like so many more wips that I'm actively working and this isn't even everything but I'll spare you from seeing any more 😅

I'm not sure tag but if you want to do, feel free to tag me, I'd love to see it!

#wip #wips #ask game reply #rzdhcopshipping #shipping #oh oops titles only? I put descriptors lmao uh feel free to ask more if you want?

[beanghostprincess]

Trans fem buggy anon back at it again with the brainrot

Crocodile going Full Mafia Boss Husband is so near and dear to me, but like. That makes Buggy the Mafia Boss Wife.

And I dunno smth about the clichés about that is so wild to me bc I feel like she'd fit that bill so well and yet so very NOT at the same time.

There is One Woman Crocodile Listens To, and it's his wife. He sometimes listens to Mihawk as well, but for different reasons. Mihawk ALSO listens to Buggy for the same reasons as Croc. It's not that Buggy is conventionally powerful, it's a mix of Happy Wife, Happy Life, and Buggy somehow slotting so well into the fold and running the backdrop with both efficiency, flair, and endearing fuck ups.

Buggy absolutely endears herself to many of Croc's business associates, charming them out the ass, and they think this mouthy little clown is a bit of a ditz and doesn't Get It, so they talk more freely around her. None of them catch that little glint in her eye as she listens attentively, making notes to ferry back to Crocodile and Mihawk both. Oh? You have big plans in the future? A loan, you say? Oh well golly, yes, I've been there before, teehee, tell me more, mister~

She has more dirt on the underbelly organizations than most can fathom, all locked up nice and neat in a code written lovingly in her fluffy heart shaped neon blue and green notebook.

She plays the role of eye candy well, and she likens it to playing on stage.

Behind the scenes, she's mouthy, bold, sharp, and useful, learning the tells and systems, realigning her general management with this new information, much to her husbands' surprise. Crocodile absolutely spoils her and Mihawk both rotten, but it's a mutual affair.

Buggy just having these wildly powerful men wrapped around her finger.

((And her fans/underlingsbare just gobbling it up bc THAT'S THEIR CAPTAIN, yeah captain Buggy is a QUEEN and she is SO GOOD AT THIS WOOOOO-))

MEANWHILE

The world government: she's a clown. Wait she was Roger's? Okay. Alright. A threat. We can mitigate this. A warlord - shit. Fuck the warlord system is going down. Oh God. Okay. Uhhh. We'll just drop a bounty. Yeah. That's good - Oh. Oh my God. Holy fuck did she just recruit MIHAWK and CROCODILE?? Okay. Emperor, then. It's fine. This is fine - THEY'RE MARRIED?!?!? WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

The whole mafia concept with Cross Guild just fits so well. I mean, you've seen Crocodile already, he was literally made for that scenery. Crocodile and Mihawk may handle the money and men, but Buggy as a "trophy wife who looks dumb but actually knows what's going on all the time and keeps pulling the strings" is just amazing. Crocodile listens to two people only and he trusts them with his life. Buggy might seem like only a sexy bimbo clown but she actually could murder somebody violently on the spot and both Crocodile and Mihawk would stare at her with pride and then buy her all the things she wants. She's actually extremely strategic and intelligent and she's pretty much the one who makes all the plans since she knows the most about everybody they need to take advantage of.

And it's not even the dynamic which, I mean, it's pretty obviously a mafia dynamic but-- The whole aesthetic too? These three are just constantly giving "mafia boss x femme fatale wife x mysterious murderous husband". Crocodile sitting at his desk, Mihawk by his side and Buggy sitting on his lap? The image won't leave my head. It's just so, so good for them.

Not to mention that the Marines are all extremely frightened of this trio and Buggy's history and won't even dare to come close to them because they don't even know how the hell this relationship happened. And it's concerning and scary and they might end up dead if they approach them.

But yeah, this whole thing lives in my mind rent-free all the time and this is exactly how I imagine them. Cross Guild is just a mafia and Buggy always gets what she wants because she gets the job done and both Crocodile and Mihawk genuinely love her to death. Like literally. Don't touch her. You'll die.

#fem buggy my beloved she's a failgirl but also femme fatale to me #she keeps murdering and manipulating people and then she has breakdowns and meltdowns in the comfort of their private room #girl is so mentally ill to me okay i adore her #also crocodile and mihawk genuinely falling in love with her and protecting her with their life despite saying they hated her is... amazing #one piece #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #fem buggy #transfem buggy #cross guild

[the-lavender-clown]

This year’s art summary. It was hard to get any actual illustrations out for a few months but overall I’m proud of what I’ve done this year and of my progress

#art #artists on tumblr #drawing #small artist #digital art #ibispaint my beloved #ibispaintx #digital aritst #illustration #fanart #anime and manga #anime fanart #one piece #one piece fanart #buggy the clown #fem!buggy #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #disaster twins #original character #clown oc #oc art #clown art #original artwork #art summery 2022 #art summary

[rukia-writes]

Young! Shanks x Young! (Fem) reader

Setting: canon

Plot: Shanks asks the powerful Whitebeard who Is in his prime for a chance to date his daughter.

3k Fluff Event

Something was a miss.

Whitebeard felt like something was a miss while fighting Roger on a island, never mind splitting the skies with their haki and making the seas tremble.

Something was just a miss.

“Hold on a second, Roger.”

Whitebeard halted Roger from attacking with his sword with an irritated look on his face, Roger was a little surprised but backed off from Whitebeard.

“Something doesn’t feel right-Ah!”

Whitebeard finally figured it out as he told Roger to wait here as he rushed off back to his ship by passing the two crews that were fighting.

Back on Whitebeard’s ship a familiar red haired pirate was talking to Whitebeard’s daughter while another familiar pirate was trying to pull his fellow crew mate away, although his crew mate wasn’t budging in the slightest all the while eating a bag full of chocolate cookies.

“Shanks, we need to get out of here! Whitebeard will be here soon!”

“So? I’m just talking with..a really pretty girl.”

(Name) became flustered as she looked shyly away from a young Shanks while Buggy rolled his eyes at how ridiculous this whole situation was. The three had met before and this was just a one of the many times they would see each other. Shanks and (Name) particularly.

“I’m sure you say that to every girl you meet.”

“No I don’t.”

“No he doesn’t.”

Buggy added in knowing of Shanks’ crush on (Name), Knowing this only flustered (Name) more and Shanks could tell as he chuckled with a big smile. The two talked for a bit more with (Name) asking how did Shanks like the cookies that she made for him with Shanks giving her a compliment and practically eating the whole bag. Soon enough Buggy felt left out as the two were practically in their own little world, not to mention Buggy didn’t want to be around when Whitebeard showed up and if Shanks wouldn’t listen to his warnings then that was on him.

However, as soon Buggy was about to leave a gust of wind blew the young Buggy into Shanks into each other as the captain of the ship had indeed returned and he wasn’t happy.

“Get away from my daughter! You little punks!”

(Name) checked to see if Shanks and Buggy were okay as they held their heads while wincing in pain, with Buggy on top of Shanks. Whitebeard finally figured it out what was bothering him, his dad instincts had kicked in.

“Not this again. Dad, you can’t keep scaring away my friends.”

“Friends?!”

Whitebeard became annoyed when (Name) said friends, mainly because they belonged to Roger’s crew. Shanks quickly stood up when he heard (Name) call him a friend, thinking to himself that he was many things but a friend he wasn’t to (Name).

“We aren’t friends, (Name). I’m..I’m going to be your boyfriend one day. Maybe even your husband.”

Buggy felt his stomach drop as he knew they were dead now, (Name) became so flustered and bashful at Shanks’ confession that she hid behind her father’s tall leg.

“Roger! Come get your cabin boy!”

Whitebeard’s voice shook the whole ship as well as the island, none the less Shanks was determined as ever as he didn’t budge with his arms crossed to his chest. The two had a glare battle for what seemed like forever until Roger came aboard.

“What is it?! What happened?! What’s going on here?!”

“Your cabin boy Roger! He thinks he’s going to date my beloved daughter and even thinks he’s going to marry her. Boy, you’re 20 years too early to date my daughter.”

“That’s right Shanks, let’s go. Don’t want to die do you-“

“I’m not going anywhere Buggy. (Name) and I are meant to be.”

Roger was hunched over laughing while Whitebeard was the exact opposite as he could feel his anger boiling. Still, Shanks was determined as ever as he held his ground against a prime Whitebeard. Buggy tried to get Shanks to listen to reason but was shocked he was standing his ground. Peeking from behind her father’s leg (Name) looked at Shanks with a bashful smile on her face.

“Do you really mean that, Shanks?”

“Hm? Of course I do. I can’t wait to hold your hand.”

Whitebeard was confused now as he scratched his head as Shanks smiled while bashful at the thought of holding (Name)’s hand.

“Wait, is that all? You just want to hold my daughter’s hand?”

“Well, yeah. That’s what a boyfriend does right? Husband too right? They hold hands, right?”

Whitebeard had to take a deep sigh as Roger was still laughing telling Shanks to stop, Shanks was as innocent as ever as he was serious and had no idea what his captain was laughing at.

“I can’t wait to hold your hand too Shanks.”

Whitebeard and Buggy heard (Name) bashfully agree to hold Shanks making Shanks become starry eyed as he smiled the brightest smile, both Buggy and Whitebeard had a look of that read “They don’t what they are talking about.” Roger on the other hand was on Shanks side as he walked over with a bright smile on his face as well.

“Come on, give my cabin boy a chance. How about once he becomes strong enough he can date your daughter?”

Shanks was happy his captain was backing him up, White beard stroked his chin while thinking hard about the situation. Everyone was waiting impatiently for his response and eventually Whitebeard gave his answer.

“Okay, I’ll let you date my daughter..Once! You become the strongest of the sea. Like I said you’re 20 years too early for my daughter.”

“Done and done!”

Shanks jumped up and down before running over to shake Whitebeard’s hand to seal the deal. Whitebeard only nodded his head and told Shanks that he had a lot of work to do. Shanks wasn’t deterred as he gave (Name) a wink making her smile.

Roger sniffled as he fought his tears thinking to himself that kids grow up too fast.

Twenty years later Shanks did return to see Whitebeard and ask for (Name)’s hand to date her as he was now one of the emperors of the sea. Whitebeard while up in age now was still protective of his daughter accepted and once he saw the smile on his daughter’s face he knew she was in good hands as he smiled to himself. Whitebeard knew Roger was watching too even though he had long passed and he knew he had a smile on his face proud of his cabin boy.

☃️Rukia-Writes☃️

#akagami no shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you #shanks x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader

[cyborg-franky]

hiya franky!! me again!

for the fluff prompt could i pls have 9 "have i told you i love you today?" for my beloved galdino with a gn/fem reader? ty and have a good night/day!!!

some stars for you!(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Ah my good minor character appreciation squad friend! here you go <3

Mr 3 /Galino x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 217

The man looked frazzled, his face had aged since he’d left a few hours ago, his shoulders hunched as he dragged his feet across the floor, shutting the door with a drawn-out sigh. He brought his hands to his head and rubbed his temples thinking about the excruciating pain that had been the last three hours of his life talking to Buggy about plans.

Galdino flopped on the bed, landing face first, not caring if his glasses pressed into his face painfully, muttering some less then polite words into the soft sheets as you glanced at him, sitting against the headboard reading.

“Tough meeting?”

“Mr 0 was scary, he terrified me, his voice made my soul leave my body, but not once did he make me want to slam my own face and his into the table repeatedly” He rolled onto his back, hands clasped over his chest, he looked like he was having a real existential crisis.

You chuckled, feeling only a little bad for him. You adjusted, laying next to him, pressing your lips to his cheek in a quick peck, getting his attention. "Have I told you I love you today?" between those words, the kiss and that beautiful smile he loved so much he was able to smile himself.

“I love you too”

#sfw #gender neutral reader #galdino #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #galdino x reader #galdino x you #mr 3 one piece x reader #mr 3 x reader #mr 3 x you

[beanghostprincess]

making picrews of fem cross guild in my free time instead of doing productive things:

these two are a bonus and are not invited to the throuple:

another bonus because i love women and these are just very self-indulgent fem versions of op men that i love:

Picrew

#ngl fem cora makes me feel things #me being a cora simp nothing new #anyway i love how all of them turned out they're my beloveds #one piece #cross guild #fem cross guild #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #donquixote doflamingo #red haired shanks #donquixote rosinante #kin'emon #pedro one piece #paulie one piece #yea i spent my whole night doing these #paulie and pedro changed my life forever will be missed #also kinemon my beloved always

[beanghostprincess]

Okay but that comment about Buggyvand Shanks just.... finding a baby in a treasure chest gave me the silliest, goofiest, saddest idea ever.

On the one hand - the fates align perfectly for that. It just comes full fucking circle with them finding a baby in a chest, so similar to Shanks being found.

But Uta.

If Shanks and Buggy find a baby in a chest together, it'll absolutely go full Oh Ours Now, but Shanks would have this overhanging terror. He failed one child already. With a story so like his daughter's Uta's, will this baby be cursed too? Is it him? Is he the curse? This thread of connection, is that going to be the nail in the coffin of this fate? Is it even alright for him to be happy, to have a child, when he's already failed one so thoroughly?

It would be agony. Therefore I propose two options.

1) Uta and Buggy finding one another very early on in their respective times. Buggy somehow through a series of incredibly unfortunate events winds up on Elgia. She takes one look at Uta, goes "well, I guess I HAVE always had a soft spot for redheads. And this one is only half so it's fine probably" and offers to take her away from there. She gets the story from the child later on, in tiny increments, and it has a big reveal when Uta happens to go to her after a horrific nightmare, just to find her throwing knives at a bounty poster of Shanks. There's panic and tears and questions and suddenly two girls find themselves holding one another and finding solace in someone hurt by the same man's best intentions.

Uta joins Buggy on the down low. When she hits an age where she can feasibly, safely perform, Buggy helps her find her footing, helps facilitate opportunities, and Uta is a star, a singer, and she's so successful and happy. ((And if Buggy had a recording of an interview when Uta first started out, when a reporter asked the split haired girl who her biggest supporters are, when Uta gives a blinding smile and says "I am who I am today thanks to my mom!", well... fuck off and mind your own business))

Marineford goes down, a traumatic experience for everyone. When Buggy got arrested, Uta took a leave of absence from the spotlight, went home, and Cabaji, Mohji, Ritchie, they all were there for her as best they could be. Alvida, too, to an extent, and Uta was surprised because while Alvida was her auntie, she hadn't expected the woman to be such an anchor for her. They get word of an execution, and the crew is docked at a small island for the week for supplies, planning, etc. Uta is in a bar with Alvida, both pouring over maps and eating, when there's a commotion. Someone is setting up a projector Denden, it's chaos, and suddenly Uta can't fucking breathe because that's her mom on the screen, bruised, exhausted, pale, and in colors she'd never be caught dead in, on a battlefield.

She watches the entire streamed events of the war.

She bites back a scream when she sees Luffy, she chokes when he calls Ace his brother. She can't look away, can't miss a single second of it, she isn't there why isn't she there but she's viewing it so if watching is all she can do, then she will do it.

She is knocked breathless when she sees her dad Shanks on screen. When she sees her mom and him fight, when she sees that look in his eye and when did he lose an entire arm?? But that little piece of her that never learned to let go, it uncoiled because if nothing else, if Shanksbwas there, her mom would be safe - traumatized, maybe, hurt without a doubt. But she would live. And Luffy would live. And that's all she could ask and pray for.

Shanks offers Buggy a lift home. Uta is torn between relief and bristling fury, but she decides to be grateful. Buggy agrees, if only because the enemy you know is safer than the one you don't. Uta can read the lies on her tongue as easily as breathing.

Buggy calls them that night.

Uta is in a daze, but Buggy asks her if she's alright if Shanks drops her off. "You don't have to see him," she tells the girl softly, voice hushed, "and he doesn't know. It's on your terms, baby, I just need to know where to tell Limejuice to dock."

Uta's speaking before she can think. "Come to us, mom. I'll be fine. I just need to see you."

And she. She is alright. Part of her aches for could-have-beens, for what-ifs, but therapy has helped, and she isn't that blind little girl anymore. She's strong. She's successful. She's human and hurt and that's alright. But more than anything, she is her mother's daughter and Nothing Will Stop Her. Nothing Would Dare.

The reunion is comical. Shanks is speechless and Uta just arches a brow at him before turning to Buggy, giving a mischievous grin, and loudly calling out, "Mama, I missed you!!"

Redhaired Shanks, Emperor of the Seas, The Man Who Stopped A War With His Arrival, faints flat on his deck. Uta doesn't bother stopping her cackle.

Things are... rocky. Buggy immediately gets fussed over by the medics in their little troupe, then set on a strict order to rest and recuperate. Alvida proceeds to threaten Shanks with further dismemberment if he upsets her sister or niece. Uta flits between helping around on ship, sitting with her mom, and Thinking.

She has some things to say, after all.

Things she goes to tell late one evening about three days after the meet up. Turns out Buggy had already beat her to tearing the redhead a new one the night they all met up and Uta unflinchingly met him face to face. He hears her out. Listens to her ramble and rant and rave. And at the end, he asks if he still had the right to offer her a hug. She barrels into him, and it's different, him having one arm, but he smells the same, squeezes the same, and he feels so safe, even years of heartbreak later. She asks him why.

And he explains.

They work on it, on their relationship. And in doing so, it opens an avenue for him to work on things with Buggy as well. It's new and hard and complicated but it's worth it. It's worth every ounce of effort and then some.

Then one day, on a rare date, Buggy and Shanks happen across this little treasure chest. It's exciting, the adventure fir Shanks, the rltreasure fir Buggy, and they're both so excited, they pop the hinge, flip it open and-

Two big florid eyes blink up at them, pink eyes framed by green lashes, bright emerals wisps of hair on a tiny little head. The baby hiccups softly, a tiny little fist escaping the bundle of blanket, and Buggy is furious. "Who the fuck leaves a BABY in a treasure chest in the fucking WOODS," she's screeching. Then she freezes, worried to scare the infant, but the baby just giggles, little arm waving, and Shanks is staring the child down like a man seeing a ghost. Buggy scoops the baby, pausing at the odd feeling. She moves the blanket, and a soft little oh leaves her mouth. He's missing an arm. He's... oh. That's why.

They bring the baby back to Karai Bari, debating what to do. Buggy is adamant they at least find him a place where his needs will be met. He's too tiny for a prosthetic, not yet, but she's seen too many people be dropped for less. He's innocent. He needs someone to be there and love him and raise him right.

Uta is taken by him, his infectious laugh and curious fingers. "Why not just keep him?"

Buggy and Shanks stare at her, the Seraphs looking up from their blocks, Croc and Hawk glancing up from their books/maps. Theyvstare, a sioent question. And Uta just smiles, shrugs. "I turned out alright. Besides, dad, with mom, Father and Papa around, you're not gonna do anything monumentally stupid this go around. I think I'd like another baby sibling. What do you guys think?"

She holds the baby put towards the little seraphs. Birdie hums softly, shuffling closer. "Brother," he asks softly. Uta nods. "... I am fine with this." He then proceeds to poke the bake's little cheek, earning a giggle and grasping little hand gripping his own. He even smiles.

Angel just hums softly before looking back to the adults. "I... want to keep him." Then he grabs a green crayon, a pink crayons, and goes back to work on his family portrait. "Ours now."

How can they say no to that?

So Shanks and Buggy get their baby, Uta has a family bigger than she ever dreamed of, Crocodile and Mihawk are along for the ride- everyone's happy.

Now baby just needs a name.

This is precious to me. Perfect. The bond between Buggy and Uta always makes me so emotional,, Buggy would be such a great mom to her and Uta finally finding a home after what happened with Shanks is,,, Perfect. But then they meet again and they start a little family with the new baby and,, This is just so well-built, imo. Perfection. Also, Buggy and Shanks getting back together romantically would be great because it's not like there's anything stopping them anymore and Uta keeps saying Buggy deserves better (kind of to tease her dad, but yeah) but she actually is extremely happy about it. Not to mention Crocodile and Mihawk there in the middle of all the drama makes everything better, tbh. That family is HUGE. And both Uta and the baby are extremely protected (not that Uta needs protection because she's a menace to society, but whatever). This is extremely sweet 😭 My girl Uta deserves a family like this and a happy ending.

#this is how film red should've gone tbh #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #uta one piece #shuggy #fem buggy #<- my beloved