#buggy the flashy fool | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

recuira · 8 months

Text

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

chapter one | caution. chaos. coconut. his pov;

I didn't like to put a label on things; doing so made things too specific, too real. And for me, I preferred for things to seem as unspecific and false as possible.

I preferred for things to be simple. There is beauty in simplicity.

Maybe that's why I found her to be so gorgeous.

She was simple.

There was not a single thing I didn't know about her. I didn't need to go out of my own way to find out her favorite color or food - she told me (though not directly). She told them. She told everyone. She was rather open about herself while I kept everything private. I had my reasons to remain rather anonymous and to stay out of the spotlight and thrive in the shadows while she glistened in the spotlight. She was an open book.

But I still wanted to read her.

I wanted to study her.

And maybe that's why I traveled to the North Blue - to be closer to her. But I wouldn't admit that aloud. I would seem rather insane if she knew, and I wasn't insane. My mind operated differently to others. I was often classified as different and odd, especially by my peers when I was still in school. I was teased to be the quiet kid, picked on because of my nose. I was deemed to be the one most likely to commit some type of horrid act. They weren't wrong, but no one likes to be judged for how they truly are.

She didn't judge me.

Well, of course, she didn't even know me.

But she wasn't the type to judge. Which made my appeal to her even more strong and wild. I was finally able to watch her up close, months after first discovering a rare form of art like her.

The bar was packed, much to my dismay. I liked things to remain quiet despite my love for disarray. I was able to think when it was quiet. I’ve always had thousands of thoughts racing through my mind, so much so that it was difficult to pick a single train and hop on board. But when my eyes landed on her, my mind settled.

She was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, a large round booth all to herself. She had a small yet cute smile on her round face as she sipped on a beverage. Not alcohol- no, she hated alcohol, which is why I cut back on it. I wanted to be the best version of myself for her. Well, whenever I got the courage to talk to her, that is. She made me cower in fear, in anxiety. Someone so timid and fragile as her made someone like me- a pirate, a killer, a clown fall to his knees. I was a fool for her.

Lifting up my drink, I took a sip of the carbonated juice, grimacing as the alcoholic tang was nonexistent. I scoured and gave in, waving down one of the waitresses to add something to my drink. Maybe then I would be able to think straight and finally be able to talk to her. I needed something to fog my judgement and give me the balls to go talk to her- although my dick was confidence enough. God, the way she made me feel was impeccable. She made my pants tighten when she took a sip of her drink. I watched her pink lips suck on the straw as she kicked her feet and examined a newspaper on the wooden table. I squirmed in my seat and leaned back, a deep sigh leaving my lips.

Once the waitress topped off my drink, I waved her off and continued to sit by myself, admiring the maiden who sat by herself. By herself? God, I still didn’t get that. How was she alone? How was she sitting by herself in a bar as crowded as this one? She had friends, many of them. She had family, too. But why must she sit in silence and all by her lonesome?

I huffed and itched at the back of my neck, my hand dragging down to grab my chin and cover my nose. I clenched my jaw and pondered the possibility that my ego would actually allow me to stand up, walk over to her, and sit across from her. Maybe I could buy her a drink? But nevertheless, I remained glued to my seat, downing at least three glasses of whiskey. I lost track.

I lost complete track of time that whenever I finally came back to, she was standing tall, slinging her coat back over her shoulders, and starting for the door. I gulped and turned, my eyes following her. But before she could leave the bar and disappear for the night, a tall, stout man blocked her exit. I squinted my eyes.

“And where do you think ‘yer going?” The pirate smirked, his arms folding over his chest. His belly bounced as he laughed. “Going so soon?”

“Please let me by,” She instructed, trying to budge past the weighted man but to no avail, he stood still. “What is it you want?”

“To see you undressed.”

I grabbed the edge of the table, feeling my body grow hot. It wasn’t because of her, though it mostly always was. She had an effect on me. But this man, he angered me, fucking enraged me. I could feel my blood beginning to boil as he continued to harass both her and me.

“Oh, come on, what’s a sexy little lady like you got going on tonight?” The fat man hummed, reaching forward to grab hold of the leather backpack that hung over her shoulder’s. She shoved him away and backed up.

“I’ll find another exit,” She announced and turned on her heel, starting to head to the back of the bar where other patrons parted through.

“Come on!”

She walked right past me, speeding down the aisle. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of her perfume and shampoo. Vanilla and coconut. Fuck me.

“I can walk you home!”

She stopped in her steps and faced the obese pirate, her arms folding over her chest. “Fuck off, you pig!” She spat, eyes rolling as she started to turn around once again but she stopped, and looked at me.

Oh my god, she looked at me.

At me.

“Baby, can we go?”

I blinked. What?

“Please?” She asked, looking at me with such desperation in her eyes that a tent started to form in my pants.

What? What was she doing? I didn’t know whether to accept or deny. Why was she doing this? Was she delusional? Stupid? Hallucinogenic?

“I know you wanted to have a bit more to drink but I feel much safer walking back with you. You can come back after,” She smiled softly and stepped toward me, her soft hand resting on my shoulder. She then leaned down, inching closer to me. Her lips grazed my ear, hot breath making my skin redden. “Please go along with it,” She pleaded.

“Ah, so you have a mate, huh?” The stout pirate laughed, taking a few hard steps towards the two of us. “That’s okay with me.”

Her soft eyes darted from me to the pirate and then back to me. She looked so enchanting when in distress.

“Hey.” I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. “Yes, of course, darlin’. Come on.” I moved her arm and she backed up, standing straight. I dug through my pocket and tossed as much spare change I had onto the table then scooted up. My hand grabbed hers tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with confusion but I just led her down the aisle, my free hand wrapping around her shoulder. “You look lovely tonight, by the way. It slipped my mind whether I told you or not.”

“Oh, uh…” She looked down, her face growing as red as the nose on my face. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” I whispered and as we approached the door, the pirate seemed to be cowering in fear as he finally recognized who had the honor of taking this lovely maiden home. And it was me.

“I-I’m sorry, sir, I—“

“Step aside,” I growled.

“Yes, s-sir, I’m sorry. Of course!” He was about to piss himself.

I faked a smile and as soon as he moved, I pushed the door open and allowed her and I to walk down the narrow wooden staircase and back onto the dock. To my disappointment, she pulled from my grip and grabbed the straps of her backpack, letting out a deep sigh as she folded over. “Jesus,” She whispered.

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a step to approach her.

My hand rested on the small of her back and I smiled softly though the red paint extended it from cheek to cheek.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Oh, uh?” My eyes furrowed. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re not gonna try to get in my pants, right?”

“N-No! No, no. No.” I lied with a reassuring smile.

“Okay, good,” She grinned. “Guys are so weird. I swear the ugly ones are the ones that are most obsessed with me. I attract the weird ones.”

I clenched my jaw. Ouch.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you. You—“

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay,” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coats and I dragged my foot. “Are you gonna be okay?” I tried my best to act uninterested in her but my body was bouncing and I wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto her. She was divine when she was distressed.

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm,” I swallowed. “Buggy.”

“Oh, that’s new. I’ve never heard of that name before. Is it a stage name? To match your makeup?”

“Makeup?”

“You look like a clown. Is that your real nose?”

“Nose?” I grimaced and nodded my head. “Yes. Yes, it is real. Any other questions?”

“No, I’m sorry,” She smiled and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you again, honestly.”

“You need to start watching out for yourself. If I wasn’t there, you’d have been his next plaything,” I gagged at the thought.

“Why were you there?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a pirate. So what made you sit by yourself in a bar? Where’s your crew?”

All these questions. I smiled. I loved her curiosity.

“I was a pirate. Uh, taking a bit of a break.”

“What for?”

So I can follow you around and learn every single little thing there is to know about a beautiful goddess such as yourself. “Personal reasons,” I lied. I dipped my head down and traced my foot along the wooden planks, chewing on my inner cheek. “What’s your name?”

I knew it, I just wanted to hear her say it.

“It’s Y/N. I know, it’s not nearly as cool as yours.”

I laughed aloud, bursting into a fit of cackles and giggles. “What? You’re insane. Thanks for the flattery but try to find a souvenir keychain with a name like mine.” I wiped a fake tear.

The dimming sun finally disappeared past the ocean’s horizon, leaving Y/N and I surrounded by dimly lit lanterns and the settling sea crashing waves against the old dock. I stood still while she seemed to be trembling. It was rather cold. “Uh,” I started to slip my jacket off. “Do you need it?”

“No, no, I’m good. Thank you, though. I’m gonna start heading back now,” She announced as she looked over her shoulder, squinting. “It’s getting really late.”

“Yeah, uh, it is.”

“Well, Buggy, it was nice meeting you. I’d give you a hug but no offense, you reek of beer,” Y/N smiled.

“It’s whiskey,” I remarked.

“It’s all the same to me.” I know it is.

“Do you need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’m good. We’re still strangers and I don’t feel safe with someone I’m unfamiliar with knowing my address. No offense, though.” She said ‘no offense’ a lot. And I already knew her address. I even had access to the spare key she often left underneath a clothed doormat. “Thank you for the offer.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She nodded and smiled, showing her gorgeous teeth. Her cheeks were pink, dusted by the cool air. Her hair wafted off her shoulders as the breeze picked up. Her aroma caught my attention once again.

“Can you turn around? I don’t want you seeing where I’m going.”

She’s adorable.

“Yeah, alright.”

And so I did. I turned around, making her feel a bit more at ease. I swallowed, staring straight into the endless ocean ahead of me, listening to the sounds of her soft footsteps slowly disappear.

When I turned around, she was gone.

And so was the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut.

#buggy x reader #buggy smut #op buggy #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece #one piece live action #x reader #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy the flashy fool #buggy

883 notes · View notes

writingoddess1125 · 7 months

Text

I Fell in love Alone

Was on my sad Spotify and thought of this. First sad fic!

Enjoy Depression!!

Sad Angst

No warnings just sadness

Buggy x GN reader

Part 2

Sitting up from bed, you covered yourself with the large patchwork blanket still nude from the evening before and alone like every morning after.

For 6 months it had been this way with your Captian- the infamous Captian Buggy, at first it had started off as a drunken fling but he kept calling you back.. every night he called for you, had you sit close to him, whisper sweet words over how you were his only. This had continued for these 6 months but every day that passed you couldn't help but feel... empty?

It was like his words had become no better then a script that he followed in order for you to stay the night in his bed, like his touches were to only satisfy his need and not to savor you.

Sitting there in his large bed you look around, like for the first time you'd seen it. Had he ever spent a morning with you? Ever bothered to wake you up from your slumber?... had he ever kissed you? A hollowness began to fill your soul as the realization flooded you.

Getting up you dress quickly, not wanting to stay in the room any longer as that hollowness seemed to fill you further. Rushing out quickly you head out to go to the messhall for a meal, walking in you heard the place filled to the brim. No one bothered to question were you had come from- everyone knew.

Getting your food you sat with a random group of performers.

"Oh person of the month I see" Some of them giggle at you, they always did this- while they were too fearful to outright call you our of your name they would do this instead.

"You do know I heard (Y/N) his flavor of the month right? Is pushing six months- Gotta say longest Captian has had so theyve gotta be doing something right"

The juggler girl said with a laugh, the others at the table also agreeing. Some of the people there talking about their time with the Captian as well, you sitting quietly pushing around your breakfast as you felt a hole in your heart developing with each tale of passionate nights and sweet nothings he had said to your fellow crewmates that he did bed drunk or sober alike.

Their words felt like blades against paper skin and they just cut so deep.

After exiting the messhall you went to your post- continuing to do the large labor of your job, the pull from your muscles and sweat from your back not even facing you as the labor felt better then his gaze which you knew was following you. He always did like to watch you, Normally you turn back and smile at him savoring his validation but.. not now.. not ever again.

You hadn't stopped, not until the call for dinner had brought you out of your working daze. The need for food beating the emotional exhaustion, so you headed back to the mess hall to gather some food.

Making a plate you try to hide, seeing Buggy was there laughing loudly and drinking. You knew the moment he saw you he'd-

"Ah there you are (Y/N)! Come over here" He said with a laugh and waved you over. Reluctantly you did, knowing were he wanted you- seated right to his side so he could show you off while speaking with his underlings. Like a child showing off his shiny toy.

He laughed loudly, his hand finding its way to your hip as he held you close.. your skin crawling st the feeling as you felt more like an object then anything romantic at this point.

"So as I was saying- I'm sure (Y/N) doesn't mind- besides I'm sure they would wear a (least favorite color) leotard for the next show!" He laughed, his hands still on you as he spoke like you weren't even there. It felt like he had just stabbed you in the chest, as a burn of embrassment surgery through you. Looking up to see a few of your peers from afar looking at you, like for the first time you had seen the pity in their eyes and the second hand embrassment at the sight of you.

"Buggy... what is my favorite color?" You ask calmly, He looked at you with a raised brow laughing off the question as he thought it was a joke at first. It wasn't until he caught your eye that he realized you were serious and his lips sealed shut at the lack of answer.

"....When is my birthday?" You ask a different question, a realization of what you were doing set in and he gave a laugh placing his hand back on your hip.

"I know we're your birthmark is" He says with a laugh as the other crewmates in earshot laughed as well. You gently peel his hand from your hip and stand up, Walking out of the mess hall as you hear Buggy call after you which you ignored.

Humiliation shot through your system as the feeling of hot tears warmed your eyes... you were a fool- The biggest fool in this entire circus that you were apart of. Walking out onto the deck you grab one of the spare blankets that seemed to always be left out, wasn't like anyone really kept the place organized anyway..

Standing by the railing of the ship you wrapped the blanket around yourself tighter, looking out at the endless sea. At night like this when the moon was full it looked like you were sailing on stars.

"Hey There you are! What the hell was that about? You made me look like a fool in there!-" Buggy started, you could hear he was buzzed just by the jovial tone in his voice.

"Ha... you the fool.. hilarious" You say softly the feeling of fresh tears staring to run down your face-

"Aw don't be that way baby! Come on its no big deal anyway, let's say I make it up to you back in my cabin and we forget this night even happened"

You look back at Buggy, The large tears running down your cold cheeks. He froze, his heart clenching at the sight of you like this and he.. didn't know what to do- What to say. Had you ever cried in the times you had know him.

"Whats wrong why are yo-" You cut him off quick. Closing your eyes tightly in hopes to stop the tears.

"What is my favorite color?.. a food I like.. anything?" You whispered out, Biting your lip to keep a sob back.

"I...I what do you want me to say (Y/N)?.. I mean is it uh Is it Gray? Blue? Red? I mean you like... Me?" He managed to breath out a forced laugh, swallowing a lump in his throat as he gestured randomly around himself like you could understand how ridiculous this was for him.

"You don't love me do you?.. I really am just am your flavor of the month right?"

Buggy's face falls at your words. You take a shaky breath at this and wait for his answer, but he just stands there opening and closing his mouth unable to form words- A mix of a gentle sob and laugh finally escape you at his lack of answer.

You sniffles and wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself as if it could cover the vulnerability you felt and fear in your heart. Turning away from Buggy as you slowly walked past him, wiping the few remaining tears away.

"You know....I never thought I'd fall in love alone. Goodnight Captian..."

You say softly before heading downstairs, leaving Buggy standing on the deck of his ship alone and a pain he had never felt before in his heart.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy thoughts #op buggy #buggy the flashy fool

426 notes · View notes

cursedvida · 7 months

Text

First time wit his s/o

Warnings: English isn’t my first language so be kind please 🙏🏻

N/A: like 10 years since i wrote something in english. Just a headcanon i habe about this crazy but depressed mew mew. Hope you enjoy

-Buggy has probably been bragging quite a bit about that moment. Promising it will be a night you'll never forget, joking about his experience and capabilities. He'll have shown himself to be quite the seducer in front of you.

-The truth is, he's fucking terrified. It's the first time he sleeps with you and he wants it to go well. No, he doesn't want it: he needs it. He needs the image he's selling of himself and the image you have of him in bed tonight to be the same or even better. So he's nervous as hell, and even though he tries to hide it, the truth is that you can tell.

-Seeing him so vulnerable makes you even more eager to have him near you, so as soon as he starts kissing you, you do everything you can to make things go smoothly. "Is everything all right, baby?" he asks almost in a whisper. You answer him by letting him do it, and watching you surrender to him makes his nerves slowly fade away, until his attitude changes to take control of the situation.

-When Buggy is confident, he becomes much more dominant. He's been craving this for a long time, to know what the feel of his skin against yours feels like, the metallic taste of your lips when he bites the underside. Now he wants to show you everything he's capable of, to make sure you remember that night. His voice goes from soft to raspy, and his whispers no longer seem to be asking for your permission, but sound like hungry moans. "Fuck, I've been looking forward to this," he says, his voice husky behind your ear. "You can't imagine how much I wanted to fuck you."

-He's the kind of guy who talks while he's fucking, in your ear, in a tone that sounds half mocking but at the same time gives you the feeling that he wants to eat you alive. He likes to play and he likes to get you horny because for him the night is young and he seems to have all the time in the world to ruin you. And you would never have thought that someone could warm you up so much with just a few kisses and four sentences.

-Buggy knows, he knows how horny you are without even touching you. It's the reaction he was hoping for, and seeing that his methods have worked, he can't help but smile to himself. "What's the matter, honey, are you wet yet?"

-You simply try to kiss him, but he pulls away slightly. "Buggy, please..."

-Buggy smiles, no more fear, no more nerves. The insecurities have disappeared in the certainty of your surrender. That's when he reaches in, looking you in the eye, "I think you and I are going to have a great time."

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy #op buggy #buggy x y/n #buggy the flashy fool #buggy live action #opla #opla buggy #one piece libe action #buggy imagine #buggy headcanons #buggy x you #buggy the clown imagine

475 notes · View notes

lunarmoon20 · 8 months

Text

so you’re telling me there was a young buggy on set and his actor looked like THIS…robbed

i feel robbed…like look at him…such a cute patootie. and the potential too

the shanks and buggy flashback potential my god. Now we gotta wait for the other seasons

#buggy the clown #one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #buggy the genius jester #buggy the flashy fool #dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #young mihawk #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece nami #sanji #usopp #actors

535 notes · View notes

ideas-4-stories · 6 months

Text

Roger: "Okay, what does A stand for?" Baby Buggy: "Arson." Roger: "Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?" Baby Buggy: "Barson." Gaban: *laughter* Rayleigh, snickers: "Roger, Roger stop it..." Roger: "Wait, Wait, What stands for C?" Baby Buggy: "Commit arson." Sunbell: "Oooo, that's a good one" *Many of the Roger Pirates that are in there, nods in agreement, as Rayleigh covers up his chuckles with a sigh and Gaban still laughing his ass off* Taro: "Okay, So what's D!" Baby Buggy: "Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson." Gaban: *more laughter* Roger: *Dying of laugher* Rayleigh: *Trying to contain his giggles*

321 notes · View notes

jaymang0 · 3 months

Text

”I really did miss you, Buggy” // What he missed⬇️

333 notes · View notes

mamoru-chiba-ua · 3 months

Text

193 notes · View notes

gothy-froggy · 6 months

Text

My Commitment To You

Sub!Buggy x Fem!Reader

Summary: it’s been months since Buggy has seen his love. He makes it on land where his girl lives at to see her again. He’s been craving her touch since he left, he can’t wait to feel her warmth again.

Warnings: smut, submissiveness Buggy, Buggy eating reader out (implied), riding (from reader), making out, fluff, taking care of Buggy, Buggy having slight insecurities, not proofread, officially second smut fic; WOO!

———————-———————-———————-

One leg quickly moved side to side. One hand tapping repeatedly. The clown dozed off into space as he sat on his throne. All he could focus on was his lady. Her voice, her warmth, her love, her laugh. All of it. He leg continued to anxiously lean side to side.

“Captain?”

His eyes swiftly locked onto the source of the noise. Cabaji was standing in front of him with slight concern blanketed on his face.

“Is everything, alright?”

Buggy’s signature grin slowly crept on his face. His head left his hand that supported his cheek, tilting to the other side.

“Why wouldn’t it be? We’ll be there soon, right?”

“We’re boarding the dock right now.”

His eyes lit up by this information. He hid his excitement and got off his small throne.

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” Buggy passed Cabaji, walking out to the deck.

———————-

There she was. Waiting at the dock for him as always. Just looking at her made his mind run. Buggy hopped down onto the dock with a wide smile, walking up to her. As her smile grew she met him halfway, wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms securing her by the waist and lifted her up with a spin.

Her head tilted to the side, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Welcome back, Captain.” Her scent just get like home. He let her down, eyes slightly widen from an unexpected kiss on the cheek.

“How’s the land treating you, baby?” He questioned as his love linked arms with him, walking back to her house.

“Oh, same as always. Just taking care of my parents until my sister is back. Then I can come back to sea with you.” She smiled, glancing up in his direction.

“How is the sea treating you?”

“Well do I have a story for you!” Buggy pulled on her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her soft hand.

Honestly, he always hated how awkward they get in the beginning from not seeing each other for a while. But he loves it because it makes him fall harder for her all over again, as if they just met again.

Buggy shed his jacket, tossing it on a nearby furniture as he finished up his story. He flopped into the chair, letting his arms hung low over the edge.

She walked up and took his captain hat off, kissing his forehead.

“Sounds quite the trip, hun.” She lightly chuckled, placing the hat on top of his jacket. The kiss was so small yet affected him so much. Buggy’s breaths got a little shallow after.

Fuck.

He just wanted a nice moment with his lady. He wished that he didn’t have the urge to sleep with her as soon as he’s with her. Don’t get him wrong, he loves it, but there’s a place in the back of his mind that sprinkles negativity.

She thinks you’re using her

She thinks you don’t really love her

She can find someone much better. More attractive

As his love walks back over with a bottle of rum, he places a hand on her hip, gently pulling her in. His pleading eyes looking up into hers. Buggy rubbed her hip with his thumb.

“Baby…” Buggy breathed out. A hand reaching his cheek, his breath hitched. He held on her arms as he opened his mouth to speak.

“My love…please.” Buggy begged, hands placed on her hips, looking up at her with his pleading eyes. The red paint for his smile transferred onto her clothes. He grips on her hips once more.

“I need you…” Buggy breathed out. His eyes closing when his lover’s fingers ran through his hair. Her hand traveling to his jaw and tilted his chin up. His puppy eyes staring right into hers.

“Missed me?” She took a step back, making Buggy scramble over, gripping their clothed thighs, his knees hitting the floor as he looked up at her. He knew this always work on her.

“Yes,” Buggy mumbled.

“Oh, perhaps I should take care of you.” His eyes shooting up at her, filled with eagerness. He was desperate, starved for the touch, craving for the love and care she pour into each touch for him.

He needed more of it.

He needed all of it.

Buggy cracked a smile once he heard her laugh. She placed a gentle hand on his head as he began to walk off.

“Come on hun.”

He didn’t waste any time. Buggy caught up with her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He left a trail of kisses over her shoulder. A sudden shove against the nearby wall in the bedroom startled her. Buggy was always a bit pushy coming back from his adventures. His wet and desperate kisses covered her mouth and neck.

“Buggy-” She muttered, taking ahold of his shoulders and lightly pushing him back. She pressed her forehead against his.

“Let me take care of you, ok?” She convinced Buggy to take a few steps back, pushing and falling onto the bed with him.

His eyes followed her hands as she loosened his clothes. She nipped and kissed around his collarbone, moving up to his neck to leave a deep bruise. Buggy didn’t seem to mind. Not in the moment at least.

He let out a whimper from a bite that was a bit too rough for the mood. He opened his eyes, watching her paint her work of art over his body. He never understood how he found such an angel to care, love and lust over him.

“Love,”

He choked out as she removed the rest of his clothes. Buggy had already forgotten what he was going to say. All he could do was watch her shed what he calls “unnecessary coverage.”

The clown’s heart beat faster the more she crawled on top of him. His hands placed at her thighs, slowly moving up to her hips. An expression of pouting formed on his face as she let out a soft chuckle.

“What?” He questioned. The insecurities started to seep their way back inside his head. He could boil over any second.

“I just adore the look on your face.” She whispered, pressing a kiss on the corner of his lips. Buggy let out a huff and turned to face away.

“You always say that-” His own hiss and his sudden head turn back interrupted him. It felt like he couldn’t speak, only letting out a groan by the warmth from his lover. Bliss, satisfaction yet desperation ran through his body and mind just by his lover sinking in and merging with him.

Grip loosen from the surprise, grip tightening from enthusiasm and anticipation. Buggy has had his shares with others, but they were nothing like this. And for some reason, it surprises him every time. There was no roughness. No fast pace.

She was slow, caring, loving. She poured her soul into these nights every time. For some reason, it catches Buggy off guard still till this day. Her slow yet consistent pace forced the repressed moans to slip out. His hands remained on her hips, occasionally trailing down to her behind. Only for her to move it back up.

“You’ll have your chance.” She promised to him. Buggy gave her a small nod that was barely noticeable. His eyes were either on her, watching her become engulfed by pleasure herself, or his eyes dozing off behind his closed eyelids. Moaning out her name and a couple of pet names, Buggy’s mind was blank.

When has he ever felt like this? Not just the pleasure and lust, but being loved? Cared for? When has felt like he could trust someone like he trusts his lover? The vulnerability, trusting someone and letting his guard down as much as he does with her was something he can’t confirm he had felt in the past with any other. The overwhelming feeling of joy hasn’t just got Buggy’s attention. Oh no, he’s addicted. But Buggy wasn’t just addicted to the feeling. He was addicted to his love. As she quicken the pace a little, Buggy’s eyes started to roll back as he let out a choke.

He then remembered when they first met.

_____________________

“Hello there, welcome to this very forgettable bar, how may I be of service?” The obvious slightly annoyed woman asked.

Buggy and his freaks had sat down a moment ago. Other customers clearly in distress by their presence.

Buggy looked passed his shoulder at the waitress, slowly turning in her direction with his cocky grin.

“Do you know, who I am?”

“Buggy the Clown? Buggy the Immortal? Buggy h the flashy Fool? Buggy the Genius Jester? Yes I know who you are. What drink would you like?” She wore that clearly forced smile as a restraint. He liked it.

“Have a drink with us.”

“In my shift, I can’t.”

The clown pirate shrugged his shoulders, ordering rum and a few drinks along with his freaks. Once she had placed down his drink, he grabbed her wrist.

“Drink.” He repeated his request. She gave him an unamused expression.

“Drink or,” He leaned in with a sinister smile.

“I might have to have a talk with your boss.”

She thought for a bit while looking into his eyes. She snatched the berries out of his hand.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She walked back.

_____________________

That was three years ago.

Buggy was now sweaty, becoming a moaning mess as he couldn’t hold back no longer. His lover stopping from his release, bending down to place a kiss on his lips.

“Do you have enough energy to get up? I’ll do your hair.” She softly spoke to him through a few pants that matched his.

“Uh huh,” a breathy confirmation was all he could make out. She helped him sit up before leaving to start a nice warm bath for him. Buggy let out a sigh of relief as he sunk into the bathtub. She smirked as she took his bandana off, letting his long, blue hair fall down.

She used a cup to soak his hair, scattered his scalp while shampooing his hair. His hun of satisfaction and relaxation. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.

“Needed this..” He murmured. She smiled, guiding the water to wash the shampoo out with her hand.

“I can tell. You don’t always need sex, you know?” She started to comb through his hair after letting some conditioner in. She made sure not to hurt him the best she could. Buggy looked up at her as she moved to washing his body.

“You ok?” She asked with a small chuckle. He let out a hum. He was getting tired. She’s surprised he made it this far. She grabbed a rag, starting to get rid of his faded makeup. Typically Buggy forms a grumpy look on his face or protest a bit. He didn’t this time.

She smiled, knowing she’s earning more and more of his trust. Buggy opened his eyes to look at her, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

His tired eyes were so soft. He had completely relaxed and opened up to her. He let her braid his hair, placing a kiss on his temple and fixing his shirt. Buggy got up and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You really do somethin’ to me, ya know that?” Buggy attempted to talk in his persona for the public, but failed. He pulled her into bed, cuddling up and nuzzling into her neck.

“I don’t think…you understand. How much you’ve done for me.” He started, muttering into her neck. He whispered her name, moving away from her neck.

“I am truly committed to you.” Buggy placed a kiss on her lips.

But he didn’t stop there. Buggy moved down to her neck, collarbone, and chest. He continued to move down.

“Hey- wait,” She started, looking down at Buggy.

“What happened to being tired?” She held back a moan from his bites on her thighs. Buggy lifted his head from between her legs, letting his tongue come back to his mouth. His grin growing back on his face, full of mischief.

“What? Can’t give back to my lady?” He laughed.

Of course he wasn’t finished for the night.

—__—__—Bonus —__—__—

“Captain,” Cabaji greeted him as he walked back to the ship. He noticed the small smirk on his face from the kiss goodbye from his girlfriend. As Buggy hopped back onto the ship, Cabaji noticed the big hickey on his next.

“Captain, your…neck-” A hand flew over his mouth.

“Don’t you mention it!” Buggy whisper-yelled to Cabaji, using his other hand to hide the hickey.

Cabaji just nod, holding back a small laugh. He didn’t know a woman could have him in a chokehold this badly.

———————-———————-———————-

Note: I literally had to get this out of my mind and post it omg. It was driving me insane. So yeah just a little something to warm up my writing skills again :)

359 notes · View notes