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(Big fat NSFW warning)
Buggy not realizing his cock is missing until he feels a rush of orgasmic pleasure coursing through his body. When he comes back to his cabin he sees you there, and his cock balls deep inside of you.
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Just imagine
Guys that can move you into whatever position they want and absolutely manhandle you because of the shear size difference and his strength
Like they can just push you down or pick you up and put you in whatever potion they want and even if you wanted to (we both know you don’t) you couldn’t do shit
Guys who can are halfway in and already pressed up against your cervix
Guys who have to bend down to kiss you but won’t half the time just to see you struggle on your tip toes
Guys who would flex there arms for you to feel and absolutely fawn over whenever you want because you know that they are yours
Guys who can come home and pick you up with no issues to bring you to the bedroom after a long day
Guys who eat three times more then you and never complain about cooking
Guys who you never get hit on when your with because everyone is scared they might get torn apart
Guys who can be so rough in bed but are really just gentle giants to you everywhere else it’s only you though
Uvogin, mihawk, endeavour, gyomei, senami, hisoka, Sebastian, orochmaru, ryuk, buggy, all might, toji, Dazai, yami, Arlong
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Posting an official roleplay ad instead of just randomly begging😭😭😭
21 looking for rp partners for One Piece(both LA and anime/manga, doesn’t matter) and HxH. I can rp on here and on discord !!
I do oc x canon, and the characters I’m looking for are Buggy and Hisoka!!(shoker) dm if interested :3
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#hunter x hunter#hisoka hxh#hxh hisoka#hisoka morow#hxh roleplay#one piece roleplay#hunter x hunter roleplay
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I know I'm pathetic - Pt 2
(Part 1) (Fic tag)
WC: ~450
Warnings for the entire story: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x GN!reader, not an established relationship, dubcon, auralism, masturbation, buggy is a fucking perv, slight degradation kink
Tag list: @rorywritesjunk @lostfirefly @ane5e
Title from Pathetic by blink-182
Buggy froze as your breathing broke into sounds that were undeniably dirty. The profanities you let slip were stretched into moans that he heard in both ears.
One of Buggy’s hands changed course and clasped over his own mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was due to shock or to keep himself quiet.
There were no other voices, no tell-tale creaking, or the sound of skin against skin. This was a very personal private moment. A moment just for you. He should walk away. He should leave and come back later.
A step back wasn’t enough. The thoughts started looping. He really should leave. This wasn’t something Buggy should be listening to. But unless he got his ear back, he would still be hearing it.
He didn’t want to eavesdrop. He didn’t want to hear this. To hear those sounds get louder and louder as you got closer. He didn’t want to hear you pleasure yourself. To hear you fuck yourself. That’s messed up.
But he actually didn’t want to leave.
There was a crack under the door that his ear could fit through, but its exact location was still a mystery. You might notice it moving and that was not something Buggy wanted to happen. He wouldn’t be able to explain away his red face or his boner. How could he look at you while his dick was leaking enough precum to stain his underwear?
Mimicking the hold on his mouth, Buggy’s other hand went to hold his erection. To hide it. To touch it. Just a little. To soothe it whenever it jumped in response to your voice.
Buggy huffed into his hand as he stroked himself through his pants. This didn’t mean anything. He was just trying to calm himself down. That’s all. He wasn’t masturbating outside your door. He wasn’t touching himself while secretly listening to you. He was just waiting until he could get his ear.
As hard as Buggy tried to make those thoughts louder than the noises running through his ears, it wasn’t enough. His hand shook as it muffled the grunts that escaped when he came in his pants. Cradling himself, Buggy hoped enough of the jizz would soak into his boxers, rather than drip down his leg and create a bigger mess.
Sometime during his climax, you must have found yours. Buggy would have felt regret for missing that moment if the post-nut clarity wasn’t reprimanding him for being a pathetic pervert. A shitty captain. A dumb fucking clown.
Buggy stood in the hallway for a few minutes, filled with disappointment and coated in sweat. Finally, he turned away and left. He planned to go back to his room, clean himself up, change clothes, and then come back for his ear when you were asleep.
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Hi hii
Do you also write angst?
If so...I'm genuinely curious on what's your take if Buggy's partner was severely injured and in the verge of death in his arms.
Don't mind me,,just craving a freshly baked Buggy angst 🤡
-soupsprout
Ahhhh, sorry this took a bit!
I love angst, but I've only ever written relationship-angst. Like poor communication skills or intense self-loathing.
This was a fun one to try! Fun and painful! I kinda hurt now! 🥲
I hope it hits the spot for you, @soupsprout
The ending is ambiguous and there isn't comfort because I like the pain, but I have an idea for an uplifting ending and one for a painful ending. LMK if you're interested in hearing about either 😉
WC: ~900
Warnings: NSFW - grievous injury & blood, Buggy x GN!reader, established relationship, angst no comfort
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Injuries are inevitable during a fight, and this was a fucking ambush. The crew was bound to collect new wounds and scars when they started at a disadvantage. But when shit hits the fan, they’re relentless. This time, that was a bad fucking trait.
As the din diminished and the ship drifted into eerie post-battle quiet, Buggy found you sitting against a wall. The crewmates you fought alongside were also in various states of reprieve. Leaning on crates, crouching on the ground, some even laying down as they caught their breaths. But none of them were sitting in a growing puddle of blood. None of them looked as ashen as you did. The sticky red hand squeezing your leg told the story.
Ripping his bandana off his head, Buggy sprinted over to you and kneeled on the dirty ground. He peeled your hand back, exposing the gash. This was real bad. The placement was bad. The depth was bad. He could see the surge of blood come and go, following your heartbeats. Biting the hem of his bandana, Buggy tore it into strips and wound them just above the wound. Tight but not too tight - he remembered that much.
You winced as he tied a knot and tried to push his hands away. Adrenaline dulled the pain from the original wound, but all this extra shit was too much.
“Stop,” you whined, smearing blood from your hand to his wrist.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Just a little more, okay?”
“Don’t, Buggy…it hurts enough, just leave it.”
“Fuck, no! Listen, we need to stop the bleeding. I have to…”
Buggy didn’t know how to tell you that he needed to pack the wound and it was not going to be pleasant. It had been years since he had to dress a wound like this. He didn’t have to do this for himself since eating the goddamn Devil Fruit and his crew had a doctor to tend to the others. Right, a doctor!
Dragging the closest crew member over by the collar of their shirt, Buggy started shouting, “YOU! Go get the doctor, get a medic, fuck - just go get someone! Get fucking Mohji!”
The pirate scrambled to their feet and yanked another mate up to join him in a search for help.
“Mohji?” you repeated with a soft laugh.
“He can help. He takes care of Richie, maybe he knows-”
“I’m not a lion, Buggy. It’s not the same.”
Your over-dramatic condescending tone could have fooled the pirate into believing you were okay if your voice didn’t shake. If you weren’t talking more with your eyes shut than open. If you hadn’t lost enough blood that it was seeping into the knees of his pants.
“I dunno, you’re as annoying as Richie.”
You smiled but didn’t respond.
Buggy glanced around the room, which was nearly empty. The only ones left were the ambushers who didn’t survive and anyone who couldn’t run through the ship. No one had come back with any fucking help, though.
“Hey, keep your eyes open,” Buggy said, squeezing your cheeks.
You did what he asked, but it took a few tries. Your eyes fluttered shut more than once before you succeeded in keeping them open.
“M’tired, Buggy,” you said in a low voice. A sad voice. A scared voice.
“You can sleep later. I’ll even let you sleep on my side of the bed, okay? Just stay awake for now. Captain’s orders!”
Another smile, softer than the last one. Even Buggy could hear the desperation cracking in his throat.
“I have to do one more thing to stop the bleeding, alright? It’ll hurt and then you’ll feel better. Take a deep breath for me, okay? You can do that?”
You nodded and inhaled. It was slow and stuttering as you tried to take in as much air as you could. Buggy waited until you were too focused on breathing before jamming a wad of torn fabric into the leaking wound. He winced as you let out a loud groan and your whole body stiffened in pain.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m all done. You did so good.”
Buggy rushed to comfort you, pressing kisses to your forehead and wiping away the tears falling from your eyes with the back of his hands. Blood didn’t make him nauseous, but the sight of his palms stained red with yours did. Nauseous and nervous.
Your eyes were closed again. He asked you to open them. He asked again. They cracked open just a little. Enough to make him feel better and feel worse.
“Hey, what do you call a lion at the South Pole?”
“What?” Your head tilted and your brows tightened. You were thinking.
Buggy watched your lips move slowly as you repeated his question.
You opened your eyes a little wider and looked at him with as much confusion as you could muster. You shook your head slightly.
“Oh, you don’t know?” he teased with a big grin. A fake smile to keep you distracted. “Keep thinking about it. If you just can’t figure it out, I’ll tell you when you get better. Alright?”
You mouthed an affirmative response, but didn’t make a sound.
“So it’s a deal? You’ll get better and then I’ll tell you the answer. You gotta get better, though, okay?”
Buggy grabbed your hands, hoping you couldn’t feel how he was shaking. He wished he couldn’t feel how cold you were.
You nodded and closed your eyes to think.
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(NSFW warning, fem reader, anal)
Buggy couldn’t resist it— he was just curious, when you leaned over the tub, exposing your rear to him, his eyes trailed up from your pussy right up to that tight little hole. He raised his cock up and prodded the tip at the entrance.
Quickly whipping your head back, you frown at him, “What are you doing?”
Buggy blinked at you, like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “Uhh… what do you mean?” He croaked.
You give him a look, “I’m not letting you fuck my ass.”
“WHY NOT??” He whined loudly, “I’ll be gentle! I promise!”
That bath ended quickly, with you tossing the towel you used to dry yourself right in his face. However, later in the night as both of you laid in bed to sleep, the idea of it kept prodding at you. It felt weird having his cock head pressed into your asshole, in those two seconds where a sliver of it slipped inside of you, he felt much thicker— that mostly being due to the tightness.
You roll over and hold onto Buggy’s arm, nuzzling his bicep, “I’ll… let you try it.” You whisper to him. He was already half asleep, he then snorted as he awoke to your words. He looked down at you in a groggy squint, “Huh?”
“I’ll let you fuck my ass.”
Before either of you knew it you were being pressed into the mattress by his heavy body, his grunts and groans sent vibrations through you as he filled your ass with his cock. You groaned into the pillow— it was a tight fit and a huge stretch, he moved his hips back and forth with effort, you were tight. The way you squeezed him made him strain but oddly enough that aroused him even more. He panted and let out a louder grunt as he began to pick up a rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth. Groaning and panting, a strange new kind of pleasure raked through your body. This reminded you of just how large Buggy’s cock was.
He seemed to be enjoying himself once he adjusted, grunting and panting rhythmically with his thrusts. He was rough as always, but not too rough, it was a new experience for him too. “Fuck…” he growled under his breath, “So fucking good…” he buried his face into the back of your neck, getting it slightly wet with saliva as he grunted loudly through his teeth. He held you tightly in his strong arms as he plowed into you, using up another one of your holes for his pleasure.
When he came inside of your ass you felt a fullness you never felt before. At first it was uncomfortable, but when he pulled out there was a warmth left. He rubbed his fingers over your gaping hole, making you shiver, your wet pussy clenched at the feeling.
“See? Not so bad, huh?” He chuckled, giving your ass a soft pat.
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#buggy x reader#buggy the clown x reader#buggy headcanons#buggy imagines#one piece x reader#one piece headcanons#one piece imagines
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DRAGON BUGGY IS SO CUTTTEEEEEEE
I drew the cross guild from one piece as lil dragon guys (ignoring the fact it’s been a while since I’ve posted)
Top left is Dracule Mihawk, top right is Sir Crocodile, bottom left is Donquixote Doflamingo, bottom right is Buggy!
Sir Crocodile is a mudwing/nightwing hybrid
Dracule Mihawk is a skywing
Donquixote Doflamingo is a sandwing
And buggy is a rainwing !
I did maybe the quickest human sketch ever of them in their colors so I hope that helps!
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What if the nose gene is recessive tough? You were supposed to be a fun little one night stand for him, nothing more nothing less, you two had a good time and there may have been something more but… no, life on the sea wouldn’t have been for you, it was better this way, nice girls like you do better on land anyways and you didn’t want to come with him anyways. I mean, he didn’t ask but why would he need to ask for this? He has that intuition. Mostly. Probably…. Eh, anyways.
He didn’t take you for the type to do this sort of stuff though, now you’re standing before him, six years after parting and you are presenting him with a child that you claim is his. Blue hair, but that’s where the similarity ends. She has your nose, thank god for that, and your eyes and your lips and your…. Everything pretty much. “You’re the only one who could be the father.” You explain calmly, his supposed spawn looking at him cautiously. “…. I don’t know what you mean, could be anyone’s child.” “Trust me it’s yours.” “Now listen- I don’t want to say anything about you or imply anything but why would-“ “ARE YOU CALLING MY MOTHER A WHORE?!” The reedy voice that calls out catches him by surprise for a second, he didn’t expect to hear such a scratchy, screeching sound from such a cute looking little thing.
“YOU FUCKER ILL BITE YOUR DICK OFF-“ “Nobody called me a whore honey let’s just calm down.” “WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM?” Buggy watches with confusion as your child is throwing an absolute tantrum, trying to ignore that nagging little voice in the back of his head that points out how every little expression on this brat, from the bared teeth to the furrowed eyebrows, every theatrical movement of her hands, her flashy clothes, her tone of voice and even her vocabulary ( He never thought he’d ever meet a five year old who would use the word “glitzy” in regular conversation correctly, nevertheless a five year old who’d call him an “unglitzy son of a bitch”) reminds him of someone…
He doesn’t know wether to laugh or cry when you scold her one last time, threatening to send her back to her room and ground her, which makes her face fall in an utterly comical way, eyes bulging, slack jawed, before her voice topples over into a parrotlike screech of “EEEEEEEE?! WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM?!” There’s no doubt you’re telling the truth now. There’s no doubt in his mind anymore that his Buggy-balls somehow produced a living and breathing human little hurricane. His live truly is a a shitty comedy show.
WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE😭😭😭😭
The nose may be recessive but those vocal chords aren’t
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#buggy x reader#buggy headcanons#buggy op#op buggy
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It would be so easy to identify any kids that Buggy has bc they’d all be running around with a clown nose.
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#buggy x reader#buggy headcanons#op buggy#buggy op
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Buggy fr got that pretty privilege😭😭😭
I was wondering why people considered Buggy to be a villain but then I remembered he literally bombs cities and has killed his crewmates before😭😭
But he’s handsome, he gets a pass
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I was wondering why people considered Buggy to be a villain but then I remembered he literally bombs cities and has killed his crewmates before😭😭
But he’s handsome, he gets a pass
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(NSFW, piss kink)
Buggy wasn’t used to this, to say the least. As soon as his cock felt the tight squeeze of your walls it’s like he melted. He couldn’t control the sounds he made and his body was coursing with pleasure.
When you felt him get closer and closer to his climax, you pulled yourself off so you could finish him with a handjob. Buggy was whimpering, grunting and cursing under your touch, gripping the blankets until his knuckles turned white. He then let out a choked gasp— it was the best orgasm he ever had in his life. Thick white cum shot out and coated your hand, though to your shock it was quickly followed by a stream of gold. Buggy screamed and nearly threw you off of the bed, once the high actually wore off he began to panic, thoroughly embarrassed. He didn’t even realize it was happening until he opened his eyes and saw he was pissing all over you and the bed, it just felt so good that his body couldn’t control itself.
He kicked you out of his cabin and didn’t speak for you for a good two days. Once he finally started speaking to you again he refused to even mention it or hold a conversation about it.
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#buggy x reader#buggy the clown x reader#buggy headcanons#buggy imagines#one piece headcanons#one piece imagines#one piece x reader#buggy op#op buggy
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Oki so like as much as I love sub!buggy, dom!buggy is like… an extra special fancy meal you have like twice a year.
Something about him getting angry and his ego overtaking his self consciousness
Buggy being on a high from a great performance
Buggy being too worked up to listen to anything but his head (lol)
Buggy using being in control as like, another layer of performance (omg don’t get me started on this, his parter tied up and forced to focus only on him?? I’m-)
I am weak for dom!buggy. WEAK. Folding immediately.
The idea of him losing self-control? Succumbing to carnal instinct? Delicious. One of my favorite meals. I could wax lyrical about this forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and-
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, dom!buggy x GN!reader, 2 lil drabbles, profanity, angry buggy, jealous buggy, insertion sex, manual stimulation (is there another gn term for this??), maybe sorta dubcon but all parties are consenting adults
WC: ~600
I’m hooked on an angry Buggy…
Buggy who is absolutely seething about an unsuccessful treasure raid. Weeks of preparation, all for nothing. The map was old and the treasure was long gone. The venture was a failure, which meant the captain was a fucking failure.
His emotions are bubbling over. Thoughts running in circles. And then there’s you. A poorly timed but well-intentioned question about whether there’s anything you can do to help him calm down resulted in you against the wall while Buggy fumbles with his belt. Your face pressed into the wood, mouth hanging open, while he thrusts into you at a shattering pace.
“Calm down, huh? How’s this for calm?” he snarls in your ear. “Telling your fucking captain he should calm the fuck down…”
You can’t answer. Your mind is fuzzy, your legs are trembling, that deep coil keeps tightening and snapping under his relentless hammering. You’re an absolute mess - drooling and dripping, whining and whimpering, eyes rolling back, moans growing coarse in your throat.
Then he stops, still sheathed fully inside you. Buggy presses his weight against your body, burrowing himself deeper and deeper. You’re stretched so full, conforming to his presence. It aches so wonderfully.
He’s huffing. His heavy breaths fill your ears and your empty head. But he’s not done. Buggy has a lot of anger to let out before he can “calm down,” and you’re gonna help.
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Okay okay okay, what about when Buggy's jealous...
When you laugh a little too hard at someone else’s jokes. When you accept drinks because they’re free. When you’re polite to some shit-stain nobody, giving them the attention that should be on Buggy. It’s irritating.
Buggy makes sure you know how disrespectful that was by making sure you devote all of your attention to him later that night. Binding you in a chair, arms behind your body and legs spread open, and all you can focus on is him.
His hand between your legs while he stands in front of you. He’s so fucking tall too, so you have to look up. You have to maintain eye contact, otherwise he won’t let you come. Feeling the tremors in your body as you get close, you can’t stop your eyes from fluttering, which stops all movement.
The feeling between your legs is gone. Instead, Buggy’s hand is on your chin. He’s rough, squishing your cheeks, and digging his fingers into your plump skin.
“So you don’t want to come? Maybe I should stop and leave you like this.”
You can’t shake your head against the tight hold. You can’t roll your hips to chase the friction he took away. You can’t move your hands to touch yourself. All you can do is look Buggy in the eyes and give him a pitiful sounding answer.
He lets go of your face. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come, please...”
The words come out in a needy whine, but that answer isn’t satisfactory. Buggy crouches in front of you and puts a hand on your knee.
“Ah-ah, tell me exactly what you want.”
“I-I want you to touch me. I want you to m-make me come. Wanna feel you, want you, wanna come on you, want-”
Your babbling is cut off by a climax Buggy coaxes with a few well-timed and well-placed touches.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” The words repeat in between heaving breaths. You feel so limp. So exhausted.
A hand on your chin brings your gaze back towards his. “Eyes on me. I’m not done, yet. Let’s see if you can still talk when I’m through with you.”
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When We Were Young [Buggy x Reader] Pt. 3
Pt. 1, Pt. 2
warnings: fem reader, oc insert, smut, nsfw, fingering, period sex, Buggy detaching his cock, semi-public sex
a/n: Actually I think you can both imagine this as either LA Buggy or anime Buggy. I’m proud of myself for staying this consistent.
The tension from last night was still thick in the air, Y/n had been a bit tipsy, but she wasn’t drunk enough that she didn’t remember anything the next morning. When she woke up on the deck, she saw Buggy looking out at the sea with a spyglass. After stretching her arms out and putting on her clothes, she stood up and walked over to him.
Holding onto his arm, she looked up at him, “Where are we going?”
Buggy found a way to wiggle his arm out of her grip without it looking too obvious. In his mind he was still upset, feeling used and discarded. He avoided her gaze, lowering the spyglass.
“I planned a route for us, we’re going to a town called Vitigus. I’ll look for some sad saps down on their luck to recruit, we’re gonna need a crew at some point.” He said, then looked down at her before averting his gaze yet again, “And I’m guessing you want some new clothes too…”
Y/n immediately noticed something off with his tone, he wasn’t his cheery self, “You ok?”
Sighing, he shook his head before walking off, “Perfectly fine, I don’t know why you care.” His words couldn’t help but offend Y/n slightly, I don’t know why you care, why would he say something like that? She crossed her arms and followed him to wherever he was going. Storming down to the lower deck, she walked into the room he was standing in. He seemed to be tossing out some old stuff left by the previous owner of the ship they stole, stuff that he didn’t think he needed. Buggy shrugged and tossed out a picture of the former captain’s family.
“What the fuck was that supposed to mean?” Y/n crossed her arms, confronting him about his previous comment.
Buggy was silent, he then looked around the room, holding an ugly looking lamp, “If I want this to be my captain’s quarters we need to paint these walls…” he said before tossing the lamp out. Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Did I do something to make you upset? Was it last night? I thought we both wanted that…”
“Oh you remembered?” Buggy finally looked at her, a sour glare in his eyes, “I thought you were too shit faced.”
“I wasn’t drunk, Buggy. Just a bit tipsy… and what’s the problem with that anyway?” Y/n crossed her arms again and stepped closer to him, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. However, she didn’t get a chance to because Buggy immediately tucked those flowing blue locks back into his beanie.
“Oh don’t act like you didn’t drink just so you could have an excuse.” Buggy snapped at her, “An excuse for why you would ever sleep with me. I should’ve known- I should’ve known you weren’t actually into me!! You just wanted sex, but the only guy around just happened to be an ugly freak!!”
Y/n’s jaw dropped as she heard Buggy speak, she then got angry, gently shoving Buggy back, “Is that what you think happened?! You think you’re ugly…? You think I wasn’t into you?!”
“Nobody’s “into me”!! Nobody in their right mind would even think about me unless they were drunk!!” Buggy yelled, jabbing a finger into her chest, pushing her back a bit. He then sighed and turned away, holding his head in his hands, “Let’s just drop it ok, pretend it never happened.”
“Buggy- no-…” Y/n started and tried walking towards him, but he quickly walked further and moved around her, going to walk out of the room.
Y/n quickly stepped after him again, “Buggy if you’d just let me explain!” He slammed the door in her face, the sound of his footsteps were heavy as he stomped back towards the deck. Y/n was left alone in the room with her thoughts. She decided to just give him the space that he needed, she needed it just as much as he did just to clear her head and think about what he told her. Maybe she did make a mistake coming onto him too early, and perhaps the alcohol did drive her a bit, but it wasn’t in the way he was twisting it. What she wanted desperately was to make things right with him, but now was not the right time, so she decided to do what he said— pretend it never happened.
After a good while, Y/n came back up onto the deck, seeing Buggy looking back out at the sea. She walked up and stood next to him, leaning over the railing. They didn’t say anything to each other for a few minutes before Buggy finally spoke up, “We should be there any minute.” He shoved his spyglass back into his back pocket before looking back down at Y/n, he looked at her for a while before looking back out at sea. He didn’t think she was actually into him, she was probably using him for her own pleasure or something, he couldn’t believe that someone like her would like him.
“What was it like?” Y/n looked up at him, “Being on the pirate king’s crew?”
Buggy shrugged, “I got to see a lot of things, traveled all across the world.” He looked back down at her then chucked, “Would you believe me if I told you I went up into the sky?”
“No way.” Y/n scoffed at him.
“No it’s true! I saw this massive golden bell tower, or something.” Buggy said, “If I can find a way back up there I’ll show you myself, maybe we can take it back with us.” He gave her a pat on the head.
“So more food, clothes, paint job for the ship, a crew…” Buggy listed off things that they needed once they arrived at the harbor. Y/n had lowered the anchor, then hopped down onto the deck beside of him, “Where the hell are you gonna find someone to paint an entire ship in one day?”
“I never said it had to be in one day.” Buggy shrugged, “We can stay here as long as we need— hey look!” He turned her, looking off in the distance at a giant circus tent.
“Looks like the circus is in town…” Y/n crossed her arms.
“Wanna go check it out?!” Buggy’s mood seemed to brighten up at the sight of that giant tent in the distance, he didn’t even give her time to actually answer before he was pulling her along with him.
Buggy used the two berries he had in his pocket to get Y/n some cotton candy, “These are people I don’t want you to steal from. Just as a respect for the art, they don’t get paid enough as it is, the least you can do is buy the food.” He led her into the tent and they took their seats, they sat huddled up together, it was quite cold inside, not as cold as when they had to snuggle up at the lodge, but chilly. Buggy felt his cheeks burn when he felt her huddling up next to him, his heart clenched in his chest, but his attention was quickly taken away by the theatrics.
“Hey, maybe I can find someone here who can paint my ship!” Buggy leaned to Y/n as they continued to enjoy the show. Y/n looked up at him, mouth full of cotton candy, it quickly melted, giving her another craving for the sweet, soft flavor, making her take another bite.
Buggy and Y/n stayed for the next 3 shows before the circus began to close for the night. They spent all day at the circus rather than get anything done like they had both planned, but they walked out of the tent giggling and laughing to themselves, all previous tension from their morning argument had vanished. “This is my first time ever going to a circus before.” Y/n said, looking up at Buggy.
“Are you joking?! I used to go all the time whenever I would see one, I’d drag the entire crew with me!” Buggy giggled, “I used to stay for hours… one time they almost left me behind cause I snuck back into the tent.”
Y/n giggled as she listened to him, she couldn’t help but find him so adorable, his voice and his smile, and that glimmer in his eyes, “I take it you were quite the handful back then, huh?” Buggy chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
“A little bit…” he then looked up at the sky, “Oh shit, it’s really that late? Damn we got nothing done…” he sighed. Y/n shrugged and looked back up at him, holding onto his arm.
“I’m sure there’s some stores still open, you can help me pick out some clothes if you want?” She smiled up at him. That suggestion made Buggy’s eyes widen, a sudden thought coming into his mind. He paused in his tracks and looked down at Y/n.
“Wait— you want me to… help you try on clothes?”
Y/n scrunched her nose and laughed at him, “That’s not what I meant,” she giggled, “I just need someone to carry them for me.”
Buggy let out a heavy breath, his shoulders slumping, though he wasn’t sure if it was out of relief or disappointment, he then ran to Y/n as she began to walk off, “Hey! Wait a minute! Neither of us have cash!”
She turned back to look at him, “Who said we would need any of that?”
“Don’t steal everything, ok?” Buggy whispered to her as they walked into a boutique, Y/n just brushed him off and walked over to the belts, she took one and wrapped it around her hips, an action that made heat rise to Buggy’s cheeks yet again. What he wouldn’t give to have his hands all over her again— why was he thinking this? She wasn’t even into him, he shouldn’t even think about it.
Y/n buzzed around the store, grabbing clothes like a little fairy before dragging him over to the changing rooms. He waited outside near the stalls, sighing to himself. He looked at all of the clothes she laid out, folded right beside him on the bench. Tight clothing, mostly black, sometimes a bit of white or gray. He then got a glimpse of the undergarments, small panties and lace bras— he quickly placed the regular clothes back over them and sat rather uncomfortably, waiting for Y/n to just get this over with.
“Buggy?” She called out from her stall, “I need some help.”
“Yeah, what is it?” He stood and walked up to the door.
“Can you come in?”
Her request made Buggy do a double take, his mouth hung open for a moment, was he allowed to do that? He looked around, nobody seemed to be paying attention… he stepped inside, immediately shutting the door behind himself. Buggy almost fainted when he saw that she was wearing nothing but her panties. He covered his eyes, even though it was nothing he hadn’t seen before— “Y/n!!”
“Look, Buggy… I get that me being tipsy wasn’t the best way to have our first time.” She said, stepping closer to him until she had him pinned up against the door, she slowly peeled his hand away from his face, “Let me make things up to you, if you’ll let me?” She held his face, light stubble grazing her palms.
Buggy was flabbergasted to say the least, first time? Implying there would be more, how horny was this girl?! “Do you have to do this right now?!” He whispered at her, but he couldn’t stop his hands from gravitating towards her hips, running up to her waist, her skin felt like feathers beneath his fingers and it sent an aroused chill through his body, he couldn’t resist gently squeezing her waist.
“Why not?” Y/n shrugged, smiling at him with a flirtatious glint in her eyes before she pulled him in for a kiss, “I’m into you, Buggy. I told you, I’ll be yours forever.”
Buggy breathed out shakily, his breath was warm, and her cold breath gave him even more chills, he couldn’t even hide how hungry he was when he kissed her. Immediately, his hands went to the small of her back and he pushed his lips against hers. After pulling away, Y/n turned and pressed her back against his chest, taking one of his hands and bringing it up so he could grope her breast while his other hand was making its way down to her crotch.
He didn’t quite understand her, more so why she was doing this. Y/n could have any man she wanted, and it wasn’t like he was holding her hostage or anything, she was free to bang any man in this town if she wanted. Hell, she could probably put the whole circus under her spell. Was she just doing this to spare his feelings? Of course not, no one would go this far. Even though he still couldn’t wrap his head around it, this felt too good for Buggy to want to stop, he wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted. Her body felt like cream flowing through his arms every time he held her, and the pillowy and soft feeling when he squeezed her lit a fire in his pants, granted he’s only had a few tastes of her, but it was so damn addicting already.
He slipped his fingers into her panties, she was soaking wet, it was like a mini ocean in there, he dug his fingers into her and she gushed around them, making him shiver, “Damn… you’re so fucking horny.” Buggy whispered hoarsely, digging his fingers in and out, remembering to rub her clit just like she told him. She was moaning, trembling and gasping in his arms, making sure to keep quiet. He had a thought to bring his fingers up to his lips to get a real taste of her, but his eyes widened when he saw his fingers coated with red, blood.
“Oh fuck.” Y/n immediately pulled herself away, “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize— I didn’t check! I mean I was cramping but I didn’t think it was-” She put a hand over her forehead, thoroughly embarrassed as she tried to look around for something to wipe his hand off with. However, when she looked back at Buggy, he had his fingers in his mouth, licking it off.
There was a good silence between the two of them as she stared at him, mouth hung open.
“Uh… should I have done that?” Buggy asked, “Asking you, as a doctor.”
“You shouldn’t have…” Y/n blinked, “But you just did.”
Buggy stared at her, wide eyed, “I’m not gonna die, right?”
“I mean, no, but-” Y/n didn’t have a moment to get the next word out before Buggy was lifting her up, slamming her against the wall as he smushed his lips against hers again. With one arm he held her up while he quickly took off his belt and let his pants fall around his ankles. Once his cock was out, he attempted to shuffle forward, “Damn stupid bench.” He growled, cursing the bench in this cramped stall that dug into his knees.
He had no other choice but to detach his penis, he moved her panties to the side with his thumb. Y/n leaned her head back and moaned as he rubbed his tip against her clit just the way she liked it, she trembled and bit her lip, then tilted her head up to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes was pure hunger, almost starvation. He then smirked once he pushed his cock all the way inside of her, the way her expression shifted into slight shock at the feeling of being stretched out by him once again.
He held her face, beginning to thrust his cock in and out of her; he found himself having a lot more freedom having his cock detached like this, he could go as fast as he wanted without having to move a muscle at all. Buggy squished Y/n’s cheeks together to keep her from making too much noise, he chuckled, “Quiet now. You wanted to do this here,” he whispered, “If you get caught with me balls deep in this bloody cunt then it’s gonna be on you, understand?” He growled.
Y/n let out a soft, muffled moan, she nodded slowly, looking up at him with helpless eyes as pleasure raked through her body. Buggy couldn’t get enough of the sight below him, her breasts bouncing as he held her up against the wall, her legs squeezing around his torso encouraged him to dig his cock in deeper; it felt good.
Buggy loosened the grip he had on her face, only so he could shut her up with another sloppy kiss, he might’ve drooled on her a bit, but nothing else mattered in his moment, he continued to thrust, probably splattering that shit everywhere but he’d deal with it later.
“I want it inside…” Y/n panted out after Buggy pulled away for air.
He looked at her, “Again? Are you sure?”
She nodded, then let out a choked moan as she came on his cock, the pressure of her clenching around him sent another shiver down his spine and before he knew it he was spilling inside of her again. They were both panting softly, making sure not to be too loud, Buggy slowly lowered her back down, helping her stand. His cum dripped down her leg. It mixed with her blood, making it look pink. It was actually pretty cool, but Buggy was too exhausted to make a comment about it.
“Are you not gonna get any new clothes?” Y/n looked up at him, sitting down on the bench.
Looking down at her, he shrugged, leaning against the wall to keep himself balanced, “Nah, I don’t think I need to.”
Y/n crossed her arms and gave him a look, “You don’t have a shirt and you’ve been wearing those pants for who knows how long.” She stood up and used a napkin to wipe herself off, then put on her clothes, “C’mon I’ll help you pick something out.”
They ended up sneaking out through the back, carrying piles of clothes in their arms. They ran all the way down the street, fortunately not a lot of people were out after dark, so they ran all the way back to shore where their ship was. “I- I just stole…” Buggy gulped, looking down at all of Y/n’s clothes, and the shirts he picked out.
“Yeah?” Y/n panted heavily, “You wanna be a pirate? Get used to it.”
Her words hung heavy over Buggy’s head, this wasn’t the kind of pirate that Roger would’ve wanted him to be, he could just imagine the disappointment he would be feeling right now. But if Shanks would’ve done this he would’ve found some excuse to make it acceptable. Buggy scowled internally and shook his head, tossing the pile of clothes at Y/n.
“Hey! Don’t let them fall on the sand!” Y/n squeaked, catching the clothes in her arms, “I’m gonna put these on the ship and take a bath, ok? Calm yourself.”
Buggy sighed and sat down, his back facing Y/n as he scribbled in the sand with a stick. He could hear her sigh heavily. She rolled her eyes before heading back to the ship for a shower. Buggy collected his thoughts and decided to just push everything to the back of his mind— none of this would matter once he was a real captain, with a good bounty. That was the one thought that kept him going, he closed his eyes and visualized all of the treasure, the gold spilling through his fingers like water.
Once Y/n returned, she found that Buggy had made a little fire on shore, and a makeshift fishing pole that he was using on the dock. She came to his side and leaned against his arm after putting her wet hair up a clip. “What is your obsession with showers?” Buggy grumbled. Y/n giggled at that and gently ran her hands up and down his arm, grazing her fingers through his arm hair and feeling the lean muscle.
“It’s not an obsession, I just don’t like being sweaty and nasty.” She held onto his bicep, “How long have you been going at it?”
Buggy shrugged, “An hour.”
Y/n gently took the stick from it, then pulled the string up, “You put a shell on the hook.” She laughed, “Wait here, I used to fish.” She quickly climbed back onto the ship, and came back with a piece of meat, flicking the shell back into the water and sticking that chunk on it before throwing it back out to the water.
“You used to fish?” Buggy scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked down at her. She gave him another look, “Yeah? It was my job before I left home.”
“Well you never smelled fishy.” Buggy commented, leaning forward and giving her head another sniff, to which Y/n gently nudged him with her elbow.
“Hence why bathing exists.” She said to him, then felt something pull at the line, “There, I just caught us our dinner!”
After cooking the fish over the fire, Buggy dug into it like he hadn’t eaten in ages. He had eaten more than half of the food that Y/n had stolen from that town the other day, she didn’t know how he could do it but he was like a vacuum with his food. She giggled, watching him dig into that fish.
“Be careful.” She said, taking a bite out of her half, “Don’t get choked on a bone.”
“Yeah, yeah I know.” Buggy grumbled, speaking with his mouth full before taking another huge bite out of his fish. He finished his half rather quickly, and Y/n noticed he was eyeing up hers.
“You eat like a sloth.” He commented, leaning back, an arm rested on his knee. Y/n rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I don’t wanna get choked.” Buggy thought about making an innuendo, but his nerves kept his mouth shut, he then cleared his throat and sighed.
“Damn… I’m still hungry.” Buggy groaned, leaning forward and looking off to the side.
Y/n reached her hand out and offered him the rest of her half, “Here, I saw you staring.”
Shaking his head, Buggy leaned back again, “What? No, you need food, you barely eat.”
“Hey, I eat, I just don’t pile food into my mouth like you do.” Y/n scoffed, nudging him with the fish, “Take it.”
Hesitating for a moment, he eventually gave in and took the fish from her. He sighed and bit into it, the way he ate it in huge mouthfuls made Y/n nervous, she didn’t wanna have to be picking fish bones out of his throat later. “I still need to find someone to paint the ship, we can paint the sails too but it’ll set us back a few days while it dries.” He said while chewing, “I’ll ask someone from the circus at sunrise.”
Y/n nodded, then scooted closer to Buggy. He looked at her for a moment, then went back to eating his fish. The girl really loved to be close to him, and rub up on him any chance she got. Her actions were still something he really didn’t understand, but it felt nice. If it was because he was just the only man she’s been with for the last few days, the thought of adding more men to the crew gave him a bitter feeling in his chest. Was she just going to move on from him and choose someone else? Or was she just going to pass herself around to everyone?
Buggy felt guilty thinking that kind of stuff about someone he started seeing as a friend, but the jealousy and confusion ate at him. He wanted to enjoy her while he could though, expecting her to leave him soon just like everyone else.
When they laid down to sleep, he felt her arm and leg drape over top of him from behind. It took him by surprise, but her cool body temperature served to be a comfort from the warm night. He closed his eyes, placing a hand over Y/n’s as he fell asleep.
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#buggy x reader#buggy the clown x reader#buggy op#op buggy#one piece x reader#one piece headcanons#buggy headcanons#buggy imagines#one piece imagines
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My ass would've "you baby" my way into his pants tbh
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Saw people doing this with their OCs and I just had to do it too. Buggy looks cracked out but tbh I vibe with it.
During a heated argument, Buggy made a loud suggestion.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TO PROVE THAT I CARE?! DO YOU WANT ME TO MARRY YOU, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!”
Ivy, completely over it, put a hand to her forehead without processing his words, “You know what, FINE. Yes!! Let’s get married!!”
Notes about the wedding:
• Gecko Moria and Caesar Clown are banned from the wedding by Buggy(Ivy’s new allies, he’s jealous of them)
• In turn, Ivy banned Alvida
• Their youngest daughter Drusilla was the flower girl, their son Buggy Jr was the ring bearer
• Ivy was two months pregnant during the wedding
• Instead of actually eating the cake, Ivy and Buggy threw pieces of it at each other after another argument.
• Mr. 3 didn’t actually think Buggy and Ivy were actually going to get married, he thought Buggy was just being delusional when he was offered to be his best man.
• They fought the entire wedding but “made up” during the honeymoon.
#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#oc x canon#one piece x oc#one piece original character#one piece oc#oc art#canon x oc#original character
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