#buggy x female reader
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What do you do? What do you do in the bath?
I've been incredibly productive this week. I will probably be less active next week, because I need to prepare for the 3D animation course test. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
Masterlist is here
I'm not confident in writing smut. So I apologize in advance.
Decription: Buggy came home from a short tour. He and Catherine are taking a bath. Something gets out of control :)
Warnings: SFW (fun, domestic fluff) turns into NSFW (Cathie-pie seduces her clown), MDNI
Words: 4749
Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.
Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august
The title is taken from "In the Bath" by Lemon Jelly (don't laugh!).
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Catherine periodically came to the window with a glass of wine. She glanced first at the clock, then out the window. She heard the sound of a car door closing and ran to the window again.
“Not my little bear…” She sighed, took a bottle of wine and went to the sofa.
Catherine was lying on the sofa with a book when she heard the sound of keys in the front door and heavy footsteps.
"Cotton candy, I'm home!" She heard her favorite deep voice from the corridor.
"Finally!!!" Catherine jumped up from the couch and ran to the front door and saw Buggy leaning with his back against the wall. She clenched her hands into fists and started squealing.
"My Buggy Bea-a-r!!!!" Catherine jumped on Buggy, hugging him with her arms and legs. "Hi, hi, hi!!" Smack. Smack. Smack.
“First, hi! Second, it's still a disgusting nickname when you are gonna change it? Third, this is for you! I bought it.” He handed her a bouquet of blue carnations.
“Liar!!” Smack. “I’m pretty sure you stole it!” Smack. “Thanks!” Smack. “So beautiful!” Smack. “Your nickname remains!” Smack. “I missed you!” Smack. Smack. Smack.
“First, why pay for a bouquet when I can easily steal it?” Buggy shrugged, trying to pretend he doesn't like smacks. “Second, I have only been gone for two days and already such a greeting! I like it!!” He carried Catherine into the bedroom.
“You were gone for two whole days, my red-nose thief!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “How did everything go? Did the fangirls attack you? Found yourself a new girlfriend?” Catherine stroked his head. “I'm sorry I couldn't go with you. Women's things finished me off.” She kissed him on his lips.
“Are you out of your mind? Why do I need some other girl? Everything went fine!” Buggy put Catherine on the bed. “Feeling better already?” He took the bouquet and sent his hand to place it in a vase on the night table.
“Yes! By the way, what kind of strange thing did you send me? I didn’t get the sense.” Catherine wiped her lips, took out her phone and showed the photo.
“Damn! You have me listed under that fucking nickname here, too.” Buggy placed his hand on her waist, glanced at her, pretending he’s unhappy with the recording. “And this isn't a strange thing. Honey, it’s you.”
"It's a bush, Buggy!” Catherine put her hand on his shoulder.
“No-o-o, it's you!” He pointed his finger at the photo.
“In what universe is this me?"
“It looks like you! See? Here’s the hair, the hands. And if you look closely at these branches, this is your “I hate you” face. I saw it, thought about you, and wanted to show it to you.”
“I can't believe that the love of my life compared me to a bush.” Catherine kissed Buggy on his head, started jumping on the bed and watched him change into his home clothes. “You sent a message that you'll be home in an hour. And it's already been two. Where have you been, jackass? How's the journey home?”
“Disgusting. I had to put a couple of my freaks in the car, and they kept whining. Sometimes they were hot, sometimes they were cold. And we had to stop periodically.” Buggy looked at her, pulling off his sock. “Why are you laughing, little shit?”
“It’s amazing to listen to one of the most whiny persons in the world complain about what others complain about.” Catherine smiled and
“Go to hell, honestly! I never whine!”
“You're always whining. When we returned from our adventure, you whined that after the celebration we hadn't had sex in three days. Then you whined that I forgot to cut off the crust on the sandwich and thought that I was upset with you. Then you whined when you realized that I wasn’t offended. Two days ago, you were whining that the sheets weren't soft enough.”
“In my defense, three and even two days without sex is a lot, cotton candy. You like tormenting me, right? Fuck, I’m so tired, I'm declaring a day off tomorrow.” He was rummaging through the shelves. “Where are my pants, cotton candy?”
“Third shelf from the bottom!” She pointed to the closet and continued jumping. “Hah! You can't do anything without me. You can't even find your pants!”
“I can find everything. I lived somehow before you!” He squatted down and looked at the shelf.
“Come on!” Catherine stopped jumping and crossed her arms. “You probably wore holey socks, walked around in dirty pants and ate something unknown. So since you have a day off tomorrow, maybe we can go for a walk tomorrow? I would hold your hand…” She made waves with her hands.
“I’ll think about it. Shit, I’m hungry!” He pulled on his pajama pants and turned to her.
Catherine couldn't resist and jumped on him with her legs. "Then take me to the kitchen, my hero!" She ran her fingers over his stubble. “Is it difficult to put on a t-shirt?”
“I thought you missed this view too.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the lips. She hugged him tightly around his neck, kicking her legs happily.
Buggy carried Catherine into the kitchen, grumbling for her to stop moving her legs and kissing his nose, although he secretly adored these manifestations of her feelings, and her lively personality. She knew that he was just groaning and would never admit that he liked it.
When they came to the kitchen, Catherine jumped off him and ran to the refrigerator.
"Sit down and relax, my love! Look what I bought for you!" She took two bottles of beer from the fridge. "Your favorite!"
"You are my best!" Buggy looked at her over his shoulder.
Catherine put the bottles on the table for him, kissed him on his cheek and ran to the stove. "And I cooked your favorite mac and cheese!" She took out a plate and began serving him a portion. "I also baked almond cookies. I bet your fangirls don't care about you that much!" She giggled.
“I don’t have fangirls, stop mocking me!” Buggy took a sip of beer. “I have enough of you pissing me off every time! Oh, by the way, I bought you a gift.” He detached his hand and sent it to the bag. “I couldn't leave you without a gift.” The hand brought a small package and gave it to Catherine's hand.
“I will never stop admiring your chop chop.” She smiled and carefully opened the package. “What's here? Raspberry marshmallows sticks, a bottle of wine. Yummy!! What is this?” She took out a small figurine of a bear sitting under a lilac bush. “Oh, my god! Buggy…”
“You told me how your father gave your mother lilacs. I saw this figurine and thought it would remind you of them. And I bought it. Ok, I stole it. Why are you looking at me like that?” Buggy asked with his mouth full, chewing pasta.
“You remember the story. This figure is amazing! And also this little bear. It's you and my parents. Can I put this on the shelf in the bedroom?” Catherine looked at him with wet eyes.
“Put it wherever you want.”
“I'll put a figurine next to a picture of you and me. Thank you!” Catherine ran up to him, placed the plate on the table and kissed him on the cheek. “I'm glad that you remember my words even when I'm dressed, asshole. Love, love, love you!!”
Catherine put the figurine on the table, plopped down on a chair next to Buggy, watched him happily wrap pasta on his fork and wash down his food with beer. She stroked his hair. "Tasty?"
Buggy nodded, narrowed his eyes contentedly, and kissed her on the lips.
“Don't come at me with your oily lips, clown!” Catherine wiped her mouth with a towel, hugged his arm and laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m so happy you’re finally home.”
“Cathie-pie, my hand.” Buggy turned his head slightly towards her, looking at her questioningly. “How would I eat if you grabbed my hand?”
“I don't care! Think of something.”
Buggy shrugged and separated the part of his hand that was holding the beer.
Catherine glanced at him. “Seriously? Instead of hugging me, you’re doing this?!”
“What? I’m hungry.” Buggy wrapped the pasta around his fork. Slurping, he finished eating, threw his fork on the table and took a sip of beer. "Everything was delicious! Thank you!" Buggy looked at Catherine and put his hand on her shoulder.
“You’re always welcome. Could you imagine, if you'd left me in the desert, you'd be eating nothing but breadcrumbs with water right now.” She kissed him on the nose.
“Fuck! I didn't leave you! You will remember this to me for the rest of your life, right?” Buggy stretched. "Fuck, my back. I suggest we move to the couch." He took the beer and extended his hand to her.
“Go to the living room, I’ll be right back, I’ll just put the plates in the dishwasher.” She gave him another peck on the nose and kicked him out into the living room.
Catherine poured herself a glass of wine and went to Buggy, “My little bear, I’m coming to you! Let’s spe~..” She entered the living room and saw him lying on the sofa, quietly snoring. Catherine smiled, tiptoed over to the snuffling body, covered Buggy with a blanket and kissed him on the head. “Tired. Okay! I'll go to the bath then.” She whispered to herself.
Catherine quietly went into the bedroom to get pajama pants and Buggy’s t-shirt, grabbed a glass of wine and went to the bathroom. She lit the candles, poured bath salts and added bubbles. Catherine took off her clothes and lay down in the hot water. She took a sip of the wine and closed her eyes, exhaling several times. She placed her hand on the edge of the bathtub and felt a hand on her arm.
“Oh, shit!!” Catherine jumped slightly, opened her eyes and saw Buggy sitting next to her and looking at her. “I almost had a heart attack! What are you doing here? You were sleeping on the couch.”
“You said that you would come to me. I opened my eyes, you weren’t there, and I went looking for you.” He blushed.
“I knew you missed me!” Catherine narrowed her eyes playfully.
“Fuck you! Yes, I missed you. Are you going to cut me into pieces for this? You know perfectly that you can slice me, you can dice me, and I~” Buggy let go of her hand.
“What? No! Don't be offended!” Catherine took his hand and pulled him towards her, kissing him on the lips. Buggy started giggling during the kiss. Catherine pulled her head back. “What's so funny, clown?”
“You're naked. I can see your breasts!”
“Oh, God! Are you 10 years old?”
“Hey! I’m over 30! But I’m always happy to see you naked. And here you are lying in the bathtub. All so sexy.” Buggy started giggling again.
“That’s it! Get out of here!” Catherine started pulling him out of the bathroom.
“But why? Can I sit next to you?” Buggy stared at her with pleading eyes.
“Go away, fucking clown!”
He sighed, stood up and walked out the door.
“Buggy!” Catherine immediately shouted.
“What?” His head looked into the bathroom.
“Seriously? I can't believe you just up and left.” Catherine straightened one leg above the water and winked at him. “Would you like to join me?”
“Two minutes ago you kicked me out, and now you’re calling me to join.” Buggy stood there in bewilderment.
“Well, if you don’t want to, fine. You could touch my naked body.” She lightly touched him with her foot.
“Oh, you’re a dirty girl, Catherine Mitchell!” Buggy grinned, closed the door and quickly took off his pants and underwear.
“Yes, I'm like that sometimes! But I still blame you for spoiling me.” Catherine looked him up and down, blushed, and moved to the other side of the bath.
“Yeah, yeah, a bad horny clown spoiled a decent little princess.” Buggy sat down in the bath, and she immediately leaned her back against his chest.
“Ts! I didn't give you permission to talk!” Catherine gently ran her fingertips along his cheek and, feeling that he placed his arms around her waist, put her hands on his arms. “Do you remember the rules that I introduced after last time?”
“Yes, ma'am.” Buggy buried his face in her hair and sighed.
“What happened, little bear?” She started stroking his fingers.
“Nothing. Glad to be home. Glad that someone is waiting for me at home. Glad I'm not alone anymore.” He mumbled into her hair.
“I’ll always wait f~!” Catherine's eyes widened as she felt one of his hands slowly begin to move down to her thigh. "What are you doing? Take your hand back!" She grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist. “Don't break the rules, Buggy! No chop chop things in this room! Or I’ll leave, and you’ll remain a grown man taking a bubble bath.”
“So unfair!” Buddy said sadly. “You're lying with me completely naked! I see your breasts! Your nip~!”
Catherine covered his mouth with her hand. “Shush! Stop saying these inappropriate things!”
Buggy removed her hand from his mouth and watched as she blushed when he started whispering in her ear. Her eyes widened.
“No! We won’t do anything! We’re taking a bath. Rules, Buggy!” There was already less confidence in Catherine's voice. “And keep your.. your.. you know.. little Buggy with you.” She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.
“You've never complained about him before! And he’s not little!” There was indignation in his voice.
“Oh, I knew you'd pick up on that, pervert!”
“I'm offended to the core, cotton candy. Well, tell me, what did you do without me?” Buggy asked quietly.
“Hm.. I went to the cinema, walked, sat in a cafe with a book and lay on the couch. And what did you do?” Catherine asked softly. She liked listening to his stories about everything and nothing, listening to how his days were spent.
“Well, we rehearsed a lot. I played cards with Cabaji. Won a bottle of beer. He often asks about you. I do not like it.” Buggy pouted.
“Someone is jealous!!” Catherine pressed her back closer.
“I’m not!”
“You're so jealous that you will turn even more gray with anger. He's just happy for you. That's all.” Catherine straightened her leg slightly. "Great, huh?"
Buggy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “What exactly? Your beautiful legs or your naked body?”
“No, asshole. Just lie there together.”
“Not so bad.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “I love you, my Cathie-pie.”
Catherine turned around and looked at him with round eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He kissed her hand again.
“You… You just said 'I love you' ahead of me for the first time.” Catherine ran her finger along his arm.
“Hey, I always tell you this!”
“You tell me this when we are... Well, you know. In bed. When you are... Well, you know. But at these moments you are a little crazy.” She stroked his cheek. “Love you too. And I’m so happy I met you.”
“Well, I'll thank myself for that. I'll thank myself for finding you.” Buggy said it with a proud grin and kissed her temple.
“You didn't find me. I was brought to you.” She squeezed his hand.
“It still counts, cotton candy. You've succumbed to my charm.”
Catherine rolled her eye. “Oh, for God's sake, there was no charm! You pissed me off!”
“I beg to differ, you're the one who stayed with me, and now you're lying naked with me in the bathtub.” Buggy kissed her temple again.
“Oh, fuck you, clown! Well, tell me who else you took a bath with. There were probably a lot of girls here. But do you remember? If you don't want to, don't tell me.” Catherine twirled a strand of his hair around her finger.
“There was no one here. Who will take a bath with me? The tub stood almost idle until someone pretty and cheerful occupied it. And I didn’t wash very often.” Buggy shrugged.
“Yes, I noticed. You rarely do this even now, sometimes I have to remind you to wash yourself.”
“I'm surprised that you willingly lie here with me. Do you remember when I brought you from the airport?” Buggy reddened.
“And you immediately dragged me into the bedroom, I remember.”
“Hey, you didn't mind. Our first time was good then, right?” He sighed happily. “I will probably remember this day even on my deathbed.”
Catherine glanced at Buggy and took another strand of his hair. “Do you even remember anything besides sex? Don't know. Our walks in the evenings, how you constantly steal the flowers for me.”
“Sorry, your naked body and moans knock the rest of the moments out of my memory.” He giggled.
“Idiot and liar. So... You wanted to say something.” Catherine felt how his hands started trembling a little.
“Well, in the morning I woke up, and to be honest, I thought that you had already packed your things and ran to the airport. Don't know. Realizing that that was your big mistake. But I saw you sleeping next to me, holding my hand. It was so strange. And it's still strange.” Buggy felt he became nervous and felt how Catherine started stroking his palm.
“First of all, clown, I wouldn't go anywhere. I'm sorry, but you did such a thing to me that it was hard to walk. Secondly, I love you. Third, thank you for telling me this. I’m so proud of you.” She ran her fingertips along his stubble. “You are so prickly. I like it.”
Catherine stretched out her leg and tried to grab the washcloth with her fingers, but went under the water. She quickly surfaced and laughed loudly. “Damn! I thought it would be sexy, but I’m like a manatee on ice.”
“You okay?” Buggy pulled her closer.
“Totally.” Catherine took a lock of his hair. "So long and beautiful. Oh, I want to wash your hair!"
Buggy looked at her questioningly. “No! I can wash my hair myself.”
“Ple-e-ease! You're tired from the road! You never let me do this!” Catherine looked at him with pleading eyes.
“I said no!”
“And I said yes!” She reached for the shampoo, stood up and heard him chuckle. “What amused you again?”
“You're all naked.” Buggy scratched his nose. “Your body. So much better than I even remembered.”
“Oh m~. Stop grabbing my ass!” She slapped his hands, sat behind him and wet his hair. “Shit! I can swim in your bathtub like a whale. See?” Catherine lay down in the water, spun around twice and laughed loudly. “Why do you need such a huge one?”
Buggy laughed as he watched her splash her hands in the water. “Well, I was hoping that one day I would end up here with a very beautiful red-haired whale who would fill all surfaces with fucking scented candles and oils, and would torture me in every possible way.”
“It's not torment, clown. It's called caring. I like taking care of you. And I saw you smelling my candles.” Catherine settled behind him and let his hair down.
Buggy exhaled heavily.
“What happened, little bear?”
“Nothing. I'm still surprised that someone doesn't run away from me early in the morning. That I see someone in the morning dishevelled and wearing stupid pants with animals on them.” He closed his eyes.
“This someone in pants is also very happy to see you nearby.” Catherine wet his hair, poured some shampoo into her hand, and gently ran it through Buggy’s hair. "If it's unpleasant, tell me." She washed each strand carefully, and humming softly, she noticed a slight smile on his face. She gently massaged his head and then ran her hands through the strands. Every time Catherine wet his hair, it changed to a more emerald shade. She couldn't contain her delight and kept saying “wow”. She gently ran her hands through his hair, untangling small tangles with her fingers and rinsed them again.
“It was worth going away for a couple of days for that.” Buggy chuckled. He sat with his eyes closed and a slight grin on his face.
“I'm done with your hair, my love. Now let's wash your face. Can I?” She watched him make a face, but nodded. She took some lotions from the shelf and sat on his lap. Buggy chuckled as she began to gently rub the moistened pad over her face.
“What's so funny?”
“You're sitting on me naked.” Buggy wrapped his arms around her waist.
“You’re disgusting!” Catherine immediately began wiping his lips. “That's it! Shut your dirty mouth!” She gently moved the discs over his face, removing layer by layer of all his makeup. “Here you are! Hi!”
“Hi.”
Catherine couldn't resist and kissed him on the lips. He immediately pulled her closer.
“I missed you.” She kissed his forehead and wrinkled her nose slightly.
“Same thing.” Buggy answered in a whisper.
“Okay, it’s time to get out of the bath. Let's lie on the couch, drink alcohol, eat chips, and watch stupid shows. Good, huh? I’ll just rinse off in the shower.” Catherine kissed him on his cheek.
“And what about me?” Buggy looked at her questionably.
“And you go to the shower stall, clown. Otherwise, our joint bath will end badly.” Catherine blushed.
“You understand that this day will end like this anyway?” He winked at her.
“Get out!” She gently pushed him out of the bath.
Buggy took a brief shower to ensure he did not miss anything and sat next to the tub, keeping his gaze on Catherine.
She took out a washcloth and shower gel and, stretching her leg again, began to slowly move the washcloth along her leg.
“God, this is such a turn on!” He said quietly.
Catherine noticed how he began to fidget. “Like it?” She winked.
“You're playing a dangerous game, Catherine Mitchell!” Buggy tried to hold on by crossing one leg over the other leg. “Please, can I join?”
“Na-ah! Just watch, don't touch!” She bit her lower lip, narrowed her eyes playfully, and continued moving the washcloth.
“It's unfair! Do you even understand what you're doing, woman?” He swallowed. “Please! I wanna join and help you!”
“Someone is going to die.” Catherine slowly moved the washcloth along her other leg. “Patience, my silly clown!” She ran the washcloth over her arms and back, periodically glancing at how Buggy became redder and tried his best to hide his quickening breathing.
Catherine quickly rinsed off and was about to grab a towel when she felt Buggy’s hand on her wrist. "Hey! What the hell is this?"
Catherine slowly turned around and saw Buggy climbing into her bathtub. “You've already taken off your panties, you scoundrel. What about rules?”
“I don't use chop chop, see?” He showed her his hands, pressing his entire naked body lightly against hers. “Technically, I'm not breaking anything.”
Catherine placed one foot on the edge of the tub and ran her fingertips through the hair on his chest. “Did someone lose their temper, huh?”
“Because one little shit is behaving badly.” Buggy kissed her on the lips and felt her hand run down his stomach. “Very, very badly.”
“Stop talking, fucking clown. I'm standing here nak~.” She didn’t have time to finish the sentence.
Catherine swifty wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a searing, biting kiss. The growl in his throat grew louder with each passing second.
“Oh, fuck! I missed you!” Buggy said in a low, husky voice. His hands gripped her hips and shifted her up. Catherine gasped into his kiss, which shifted from soft and tender to passionate very quickly.
“I knew that, a little creep!” She leaned forward, gripped his bottom lip between her teeth, and gave him a rough, biting kiss. Catherine felt it. Felt that she wanted to lose control in the tension of his arms as he held her.
She moaned through the kiss when Buggy thrust up into her. One long, fast stroke that made her feel like she was breaking into little pieces. His hands gripped her at the hips tighter and moved her up and down. With every stroke of him, they were getting closer to the pleasure they both desired. Every movement made her arch and moan like a cat. Catherine found herself kissing and biting at every single inch of his skin. Buggy’s lips nibbled at every part of her body that he could reach, causing tiny bruises on her skin as their breathing and movements got increasingly chaotic with each upward stroke. Buggy arched up into her, unable to stop himself. His fingers pressed into the skin of her hips, an animalistic sound pouring forth from him, as she pressed further down. His name was the only word on her lips.
“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Buggy thrust deeper, and she whined at the feeling of him inside her. She’d known he belonged there from the first time she’d taken him in herself. “Tell me I’m not gonna lose you.”
Catherine breathed and kissed him. “I promise, you can’t lose me. I’m yours.”
“Tell me,” with his every word, his every move became more aggressive. “Tell me only I can protect you, that only I can take care of you. Say it.”
“You can protect me,” Catherine looked into his eyes, placing her hands on the back of his head. “Only you can take care of me, I promise.” She kissed him.
“Let me love you,” Buggy fucked her deep, hard, greedy. “Say it. Tell me that only I can love you, that it’s safe to love you.”
“You can love me. It's safe. I never hurt you. I promise.” She could barely say anything, pulling him closer.
Buggy moaned against her lips and fucked her, never slowing down, making her orgasm never really go away. He kissed her, pressed down deeply inside her then, causing her back to arch and her legs to tighten around his hips.
She moaned near his lips. “I need to feel you, please, please..”
“You’re mine, Cathie-pie.” He kissed her again, started fucking her a little harder and faster, driving the pleasure closer.
“I’m so close, don't stop.” Catherine felt him press deeply and pulse inside her, stimulating her orgasm. “Just a little mo~. A lit~. Fuck…”
Buggy let out one deep groan, feeling they came together, his body went slack for a moment before, and he buried his face in the crock of her neck. He was silent for a while.
“You okay?” Catherine asked, stroking his head. She felt every beat of his heart.
“Yeah. Fuck, it was great, right?” He kissed her forehead.
“Are you asking for a compliment, a little brat?” Catherine said mockingly and pecked him on his lips.
“Are you sure you're okay? Didn't I hurt you?” Buggy examined her body carefully.
“Why are you asking? What happened?” Catherine stroked his shoulder.
“I don't know. I feel like I overdid a little.”
“Well, you were extremely talkative today. But everything was amazing.” She noticed his worried eyes. “What's wrong, Buggy? Are you worried about something?”
“No! I mean yes. Tell me you meant all that.” He said quietly and looked into her eyes.
“What? Are you still afraid of s~.”
“Cathie-pie, please.”
“Of course, my blue-haired love.” Catherine gently kissed him on his lips. “I meant every word. I promise. You can protect me. I know you will protect me. Come on, you saved me from the cage! And I won't hurt you. And I won't leave you. And you're safe with me. And you know why?” She stroked his hair. “Because I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear.”
“Love you too, my cotton candy. Hey, listen... Can I ask a question?”
“I guess the fact that you're still inside me doesn't give me the right to refuse?” She chuckled. “Ask me anything you want.” She ran her fingers over his stubble.
“I’m hungry again, and I missed your pancakes. Will you make me some?”
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“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [1/…]
- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader
“So, I don’t blame you if you want to bury me in your memories,”
— Mitski, "Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart"
Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live Action) x F!Reader
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come.
But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstances.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Slight Canon Divergence, Buggy is an asshole, The reader used to go by "Cross-Hairs" in the past.
A/N: I’m basing this primarily on the LA! version of “One Piece”, as I’ve just recently begun to watch the Anime.
Luffy, for his unyielding devotion towards his dreams of becoming the King of Pirates, evidently lacks the sense of foresight required of a pirate to successfully navigate the seven seas. Then again, it's nothing new.
You’ve always known. The kid's been a hazard to society even in his youth; no filter between his brain and his mouth despite the ungodly amount of food he pushes between his jaws. You used to watch him make his proclamations in front of Shanks' merry band with little more than vaguely piqued interest, indifferent to the youthful albeit naive optimism he exhibited.
Shanks, meanwhile, always used to find his demeanor endearing - “He’s a good kid. Let him dream,”
And so you let him. You watched him dream for the next ten years, making sure that his dreams didn't catch the wrong kind of attention until he was old enough to hold his own weight.
However, back then, Luffy's actions seldom warranted any real consequences. Save for the incident with the Bandit and the Sea King, he's rarely been in any real danger prior to his debut as a pirate.
An unruly child spouting declarations of desiring to become the next “King of Pirates” hardly would’ve caused more of a ripple effect than to make other people shake their heads and laugh. And if it did, you were there to make sure it didn’t.
Now, not only has his actions earned you the ire of the Marines by stealing the Map of the Grand Line, but it has also garnered the attention of other opponents. Far more dangerous ones than the likes of Alvida or even that Axe-Hand Moron.
It was only a matter of time.
So when you find yourself waking up in a wooden cage with the rest of your reluctant crew mates, accompanied by a head-throbbing headache at that, your first instinct is to heave an exasperated sigh.
"Goddamn it."
"Oh, you're up." It's Luffy. He looks unharmed, albeit disoriented, not too unlike yourself. "How're you feeling?"
"Like I just snorted a bottle of rum through my nostrils." You get up into a crouching position, eying your surroundings, which doesn't leave much up for inspection considering your cage consists of broad wide planks. "What the fuck happened?"
The last thing you recall before being knocked out was a Jolly Roger in the distance, too far away for you to make out properly. So, not Marines, but pirates.
You can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing.
"Think we wouldn't have told you if we knew?" The swordsman - Zoro - replies with a deadpan look of boredom on his face as he attempts to peek through the cracks in your confinement. You have half a mind to tell him where to shove it but opt for a more quiet approach.
It's during moments like these when you realize you actually miss that scrawny pink-haired kid with the glasses - Koby. He never spoke to you like this. Granted, he was probably intimidated by the way you were always hovering behind Luffy like a silent guardian, but he didn't provide unnecessary comments like Bounty Hunter over there does.
Small blessings and all that. Very small.
You provide a solid kick to the plank on Zoro's right side without warning, catching him off-guard and earning you a short-lived glare. The planks loosen considerably, probably not meant to contain you for long.
Meanwhile, you listen half-heartedly to Luffy and Nami as they discuss the potential identities of your captors.
"They're not marines," Luffy assures her. "Before I got knocked out, I saw a Jolly Roger. We've been captured by pirates."
You glance at him from over your shoulder. "What'd it look like?"
"I don't know, it looked ... like ..." he pauses in thought. "A skull with crossbones, and a red ... dot? It almost looked like a nose, if bones could have noses, but they don't."
The blood in your veins freezes up, as does the rest of your body until their voices blur into nothing.
You've been keeping occasional track of him in the years that's passed since you parted ways, and when he amounted to a considerable bounty on his head, his signature Jolly Roger was hard not to miss on his wanted posters.
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"I didn't know there were so many pirates."
You tilt your head at the wall decorated with various wanted posters of different pirates, some more torn and discoloured than others, some more dead than others. You can't find your own amongst them in Shells Town, but then again, it has been some time since last you were on the Marines' radar. More likely than not, your poster is hidden somewhere underneath the several layers of—
"Hey, there's yours!" Luffy damn-near exclaims in wonder and points at— Oh yeah, there it is, right above Foxy's poster, a little yellow around the edges but still holding strong.
WANTED
Dead or Alive
"Cross-Hairs"
25,000,000
"Oh, wow, a 25-million bounty. That's a lot of berries."
The image is well over a decade old, taken back in your early twenties, and you were much more easy to identify back then. You were sharper in some angles, softer in others, compared to the present.
You look different now. Less robust, a little older, but no less dangerous in the grand scheme of things. Your sharp eyes remain the same, a trait Gol D. used to remark upon with a mischievous glimmer in his own eyes.
"You have eyes sharp enough to cut through steele," he'd say and ruffle your hair. A sense of loss perforating your being at the memory.
Despite being in your thirties, age tends to alter the appearance of most people, and you consider that a pretty good advantage right about now as you're standing surrounded by an army of Marine officers. Given the fact that you've spent the last couple of years away from the sea without a trace or clue, the World Government probably assumes you've died or gone into hiding.
Be that as it may, they didn't even bother to decrease the bounty since last time. How odd.
While Luffy spends a few moments admiring your old picture like a child that just learned their relative is some kind of famous celebrity, Koby is less than enthralled by this revelation.
"T-That's one of the highest bounties in the East-Blue." He is hesitant to look up at you. "What did ... What did you do to earn it?"
"A little here, a little there. Kicked a few asses, stole a bit of treasure along the way. Nothing too bad." You admit with a half-assed shrug as you continue to inspect the various posters.
For the boy's peace of mind, you won't go into the less ... child-friendly details regarding your reputation. About the way you used to fight to the blood with most of your opponents, Marines and pirates in equal measure. How you'd stand victorious atop a pile of broken limbs and pleading sounds from the defeated crowd.
"Yeah, yeah ..." Koby agrees with a feeble nod. "There are way worse pirates on the Grand Line."
Your gaze happens upon a particular wanted poster, and your demeanor stiffens. Not enough to notice from an ordinary point of view, but it does nonetheless.
His sharp cerulean eyes and bright red nose seem to mock you from his picture, and a heavy feeling settles in your heart. A feeling of hurt and betrayal you've long since thought abandoned in the corners of your heart. Not even the loss of your old captain could hope to compare to it
You snap back to Luffy, your voice a little strained as you speak though you desperately try to cover it up. "Are we done here, Luffy?"
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It's your fucking luck it had to be him of all people to come after Luffy first.
Why him?
Fuuuuuu—
"We don't need to fight." Luffy's voice snaps you back to the present. "I can talk to them, pirate to pirate."
"Not with this one," you whisper more to yourself than anyone else. The only one who seems to catch onto this is Zoro, but the moment he opens his mouth to ask, Nami beats him to it.
A discussion regarding the duality of piracy quickly causes you to lose all interest in the following sequence.
You don't trust either the thief or the bounty hunter as far as you can throw them, and the feeling is mutual in both parts. Sure, they proved useful in getting rid of the Axe-Hand, and have had thus far been tolerable enough for you not to throw them overboard.
Still, Zoro recognized you on the spot where the Marines failed to, and though Nami doesn't, your status as a pirate is enough reason for her to distrust you.
As mentioned, you don't trust them, but Luffy does, and his lead is the only one you'll follow. This is his voyage, and you’re not here to keep him from making mistakes unless you consider them particularly vital. If this bites him in the end, then you'll be there to keep him afloat.
After all, you made a promise to your old red-haired friend.
"Look after the lad for me, will you? Help him achieve his dream."
With no patience left to wait to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible, you prepare to kick through the planks. Just then, the top piece of your confinements unfold, and what you're greeted with is the pinpoint definiton of a fever dream on acid.
Tightrope walkers swinging in the air, acrobatics performing acts of impressive feats, someone fire-breathing, and-- was that a guy juggling on a unicycle passing you just now?
A circus troupe. You've been captured by a fucking circus troupe.
"Oh, what the actual fuck?" Is all you can manage to mutter, a sentiment Zoro surprisingly agrees with if the nod he adds serves as any indication.
The troupe has an audience, you come to observe in the distance. They're clapping and cheering on cue with the sign being held in the air, yet they look ... wrong. Forced. Puppets with strings embedded in their limbs, so to speak.
You narrow your eyes in distaste at the view. The hell has he been up to as of late?
In the midst of the enforced round of applause, a voice gradually makes itself more and more prominent through the masses. Deeper and huskier since last you heard it, but yet painfully known to your ears.
"No, no, no, NO! Stop clapping!"
And then he appears. The ringleader himself, exasperated as he throws his arms out to each side and effectively silencing the crowd.
"No, stop! This is all wrong!"
You momentarily forget to breathe as you watch him come into view from behind the audience. He's taller than the last you saw him, that's for damn certain. Must've hit a second growth spurt in your absence because, while you were relatively on equal foot in your youth, he now seems to have grown a head or so taller than yourself.
And like yourself, he's changed, and not inherently for the better. It's a relative statement considering that the life of a pirate is oftentimes a hard one, but it's a fact nonetheless. The years have not been any kinder to him than they've been for yourself. He still has the same hair, the same general appearance, but he's changed.
Out of the three of you, Shanks seems to have had it the easiest in recent years, appearance-wise. He never lost his smile or affinity for the brighter things in life, even when he had his damn arm chewed off.
Meanwhile, you lost your dreams, and he seems to have lost everything you recognized about him in your youth. His smile, his laughter, and even his stance had been replaced by some replica that fails to hold a candle to the original one.
This is a show master, not your friend. Then again, you haven't been friends for a long time now.
Still, changed as he may be from an outward point of view, Buggy's eyes have not. They're clear like the seas, just as they were long ago. (And his nose, of course. How could you forget?).
You can't tell if that's a relief yet.
You're not a fearful person by nature, having lost the distinct ability years ago. Now, however, you feel the tremors vibrating through your ribcage at the sight of him. That's why you decide to turn your face slightly to the side for now, hoping to prolong the inevitable.
Fortunately, your presence evades Buggy's notice for just a while longer as he berates his crew. "The spotlight was late! You completely missed my entrance!"
The sound of said spotlight changing its focus can be heard.
"And where, oh where, was the dancing lion?"
Good! While he's occupied, maybe you can find the right moment to grab Luffy and get the hell--
"Hey! I know you! I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town!"
... You want to dig a hole in the sand and bury yourself right about now.
"You're the clown guy! Uhm ... Binky, right?"
Buggy, you scream inside as you suppress the urge to yank Luffy by the shoulders and shake him until all of his limbs drop down on the ground. Fuck Shanks and fuck the promise. He's Buggy the fucking Clown, and you did not have to go out of your way to pinpoint that fact!
In your internal state of dismay, you settle with trying to locate potential escape routes. Maybe a hole in the walls of the tent, or an absent-minded guard by the entrance. You're stronger than most, with years of experience behind you, but you're not capable of fighting your way through a crowd with three tagalongs so seamlessly.
"Buggy," the man of the hour states as he approaches, still having failed to notice you. "Buggy the Clown."
No one says anything, which he takes as a sign to continue on with - what you personally regard - as a moronic long line of titles.
"Buggy, the Flashy Fool." Still nothing. He raises his arms, like a lost puppy begging for scraps of recognition. "Buggy, the Genius Jester."
Seriously, what's with him and all the names? He’s always been … overdramatic, but this cuts the cake even for him.
"Wow," Luffy seems genuinely impressed, a stark contrast to his companions, who would rather be anywhere than here. "You have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are."
A range of gasps echo from the unwilling audience, and you finally snap your head to the front in alarm. Fuck, he couldn't have used a better word than that. Granted, Luffy didn't mean it in that context, or even that word, but it doesn't matter.
Another thing that hasn't changed about Buggy... And that very same thing might as well be what snaps him out of his theatric act.
You thought Buggy finally would've noticed you by now, seeing it as you're finally willing to face him, but his eyes remain eerily glued to the kid.
"What did you just say?" Buggy asks, calmly.
Way too calmly for your liking.
Oh, no.
Luffy blinks in confusion. "Just that everyone knows who you are?"
You notice the clown lunging before Luffy does.
In the span of a second, you plant yourself between them, the only barrier between him and the clown's rage. You don't move an inch even as Buggy closes in with his gloved hand outstretched towards the boy, having not yet registered your sudden appearance until his fingers are inches from your face.
Your eyes finally lock, the blue in his eyes more prominent now than ever. Almost two decades since the last time you saw each other, and Buggy ceases his attempted assault as though time itself freezes.
At first, there is nothing in his eyes but surprise. Anger. Maybe even a trace of admiration towards the one who dared stand against him. Hot and burning beneath his irises, like glowing embers left behind in a dying pyre.
Finally, there is recognition, and the fire reignites warmer and scorching more than ever before.
He doesn't say anything at first, and neither do you, but the glare in your eyes conveys the message loudly enough that even the performers and troupe members alike know not to interfere.
"Leave him be."
You think of what to say, what you can say, after years of being silent. A simple “Hi” will not suffice, and considering the way of which you parted, there is little room for confessions.
Then, Buggy begins to laugh.
It starts out as a whisper of a chuckle, then gradually develops until he's full-out holding his stomach in wheezes, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and smudging his make-up.
He points his arm up as he tries to contain himself, and the guy holding the APPLAUSE-sign picks up on the subliminal message. Everyone in the place begins to laugh, both the captives and the captors, so loudly this time that it makes you feel small in a way you haven’t felt since you were a child.
You glance cautiously around yourself, sharing brief looks with your companions before the noises abruptly stop, having most likely been forced to do so.
When you look back at Buggy again, he's smiling wider than ever, but his eyes hold no genuine humor. No, there's an unidentifiable emotion swirling in the depths of his blue eyes that you fail to decipher before he speaks.
"Well, well, well! Isn't this an unexpected surprise?" He raises his arm to gesture to you, as if you're an exotic exhibition behind a display case for everyone to behold. The spotlight is now aimed at you, momentarily blinding your vision.
"Ladies and gentlemen! It is my honor to present to you, the one and only, the myth, the legendary 'Cross-Hairs'! The Beast of the East!"
Applause rings again in the air as Buggy continues.
"She was famous throughout all of East Blue for her many endeavors, with a bounty greater than even yours flashy truly." Admitting that fact looks like it physically hurt him, but he prevails. "And then, almost ten years ago, after her biggest heist yet, she just POOFS!" He snaps his fingers and lets them slowly decline for dramatic effect. "Vanishes out of the blue. Leaving the seas for an unforeseen amount of time."
It would seem like you were keeping track of each other all along.
The next words Buggy utters are so hushed that only you hear them, and his smile is gone.
"Then again, you do have a track-record of leaving things behind, haven’t you?"
Oh, the fucking nerve of this guy. You take a step forward, clenching and unclenching you jaw so much your teeth feel on the bring of cracking. How dare he? How fucking dare he?
You’re about to shout back at him, argue, throwing every caution to the wind just to correct him and scream:
("You're the one who left me, remember?")
Before you can, something taps your right shoulder. Thinking it's Luffy, you turn around, and the last thing you recall before it all fades to black is an air of red dust clouding your vision.
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𝔹𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕪 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤! (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 + 𝕊𝔽𝕎)
warnings: Mentions of female reader, not safe for under 18! (The Buggy that I am going to use for these headcanons can be either from LA or Anime.)
a/n: I love making headcanons about characters I love, so here are a few ideas about Buggy!
Soooo I think we all think the same thing, which is that this man's body hair is the same color as his head hair. I think he takes good care of it, meaning he trims it and doesn't let it get too wild. I see that he has some hair on his chest, forearms, and what I like the most, the happy trail ;)
Speaking of hair, Buggy takes VERY good care of his long blue hair. I'm sure this man has a private shower full of all kinds of shampoos, conditioners, hair nutrition, etc. Besides taking care of it, he LOVES to have it combed, especially if it's by you. I can imagine him asking you to comb his hair after a hard day of work where his crew has pushed him to his limits. He'll sit on the bed with his back to you and let his hair down so you can comb it. He'll LITERALLY melt under your hands as you brush his long and silky hair, and don't even get me started if you massage his scalp.
I think that Buggy HAS to have some tattoo, such as a skull with clown details. The most likely place I see the tattoo is on his back or biceps
OH MY GOD, THIS MAN HAS A DAD BOD AND NO ONE CAN ARGUE WITH ME. He has muscular and well-worked biceps but also has a cute dad bod. Why does he have it? Easy, I explain it below
Well, Buggy surely celebrates ABSOLUTELY everything, I mean, any little thing is celebrated with food and drink. Did they rob a village? It's celebrated that same night. Did a show go well? It's celebrated that same night. He loves to eat and drink, I see it in him, especially if there's some celebration involved.
Continuing with the hair topic and the fact that he likes you to comb his hair, it adds that he loves you to do different hairstyles. Would you like to make him a ponytail? "Go ahead, darling!" A braid maybe? "All yours, sweet cheeks." How about curling his hair? "I love it, doll!"
I feel that once Buggy falls in love with you, he becomes COMPLETELY obsessed, I'm not kidding. Buggy will be with you most of the day, or rather take you anywhere so that he can be with you. Due to his insecurities about his nose, he is VERY jealous. I can perfectly see him appearing behind you in a few seconds, putting his hands on your waist and kissing your neck while looking challengingly at the other man. Buggy has arrived and is marking his territory, which is you.
Buggy is the type of partner who ADORES you, I literally think he will treat you as if you were a goddess or some kind of deity to him, and let's not talk about how he would react if you adored him just like he does to you.
Obviously, this man will make thousands and thousands of sexual jokes in any situation, no matter what is happening. He can tell you while eating, while alone in his office, or while you are helping with an essay for his show. He loves to see how nervous you get with his words
Buggy is someone who likes to give nicknames, especially to you if you have a romantic relationship with him. Even before it's officially something, he probably gave you affectionate nicknames like "Honey," "Doll," "Dear," "Sweet Cheeks," etc. I don't know if I'm correct, I just read this, but supposedly each OP character has a nationality assigned by Oda, and if I'm correct, Buggy is French. Soooo, it's possible that he will call you some affectionate nickname in French, something like "Mon chéri," "Ma chérie," "Mon coeur" (Sorry to French speakers if any of this is mistranslated). He will probably also tell you in great detail in French how he's going to fuck and destroy you, but just laugh when you see your confused face because you don't understand.
He loves cuddles, he loves being in your arms and feeling your beautiful hands give him love and cuddles on his face, hair, and body. He sleeps snuggled up next to you, and every chance he gets, he hugs you and presses you against his body to feel its warmth. He simply adores you and adores every part of you with all his soul
I am sure that he spoils you in more than one way. If you are part of the shows, you will be the first to receive words of affirmation from him. He won't stop telling you how incredible you were, how good you were, and that you are undoubtedly the star of the show (behind him, clearly). While he showers you with affection, he won't stop yelling at and scolding others who have been in the show for the slightest mistake. Apart from that, he will give you anything valuable or expensive, from jewelry, clothing, costumes for the shows, shoes, lingerie, to makeup and anything else that comes to mind or you ask for. He is a captain and you are his little and beautiful partner, obviously he has to give you everything, no matter how expensive it is, and take care of you.
I see him as VERY protective, and apart from that, thanks to jealousy, he cares a lot about you. He will be attentive at all times. If you feel a little unwell, he will quickly be shouting and grumbling for a doctor to attend to you. If you get hurt, he will pick you up and be glued to you at all times. He won't leave you alone for a second.
I think a lot about how people smell, and from my point of view, I think Buggy would smell like a mixture of ash because of his cannons, saltwater, whiskey or alcohol in general, a touch of wood, and a slight hint of his body musk.
Well, I think that Buggy loves to eat his partner, he loves the idea of your thighs pressed around his head while he has his tongue deeply buried between your wet folds. He will drink from your excitement as if it were the best drink ever created by man, he will always look for an excuse to eat you. If he could, he would simply feed on your excitement and could be eating you for a whole day. More than once he has asked you to sit on his face and you have agreed, but always with that fear of suffocating him, he always responds with "Darling, if I have to die, I would be more than honored and satisfied to die suffocated thanks to your beautiful thighs and with my tongue full of your delicious wetness." Eventually, if you are sitting on his face while he eats you, you will always keep your hips a little afloat to avoid sitting completely, to which Buggy will take your thighs and force you to sit completely.
I think we all know that this man uses his Chop Chop power with you in quite sinful ways, he will easily detach his cock from his body and choke you with it, letting you feel how it fills your throat and how his balls hit your chin while saliva drips from your mouth, staining everything. Your mouth won't be the only thing he fills, he will bury himself deeply in your wet vagina and fuck you while he watches you being fucked with his own cock just a few centimeters away from you. One day he may wake you up by fucking you and when he finishes, he will leave his cock buried in you for the whole day, using it to prevent his precious semen from dripping out of your beautiful pussy.
He releases a lot, but that LOT of cum, he will fill you with a good load and you will feel how he drips all day from inside you (Unless his cock is being used as a plug so that doesn't happen) When he cums in your throat you always have to swallow little by little to avoid choking, and believe me, When you start swallowing you think you're never going to finish
He loves to brand you, he has to proclaim you as his own, so he'll leave hickeys along your neck and collarbone, in plain sight for anyone. Apart from bites and hickeys he loves to spank you, he loves to see your cute red and burning butt, full of marks on the palm of his hand due to his spanking. Obviously, because of his love of eating you, you'll have red thighs thanks to his face paint; but Buggy won't let you clean them, what's more, he'll let you wear a short skirt that day so that everyone can see the marks of his makeup on your cute thighs
I think it's a bit Voyeur, I mean he loves shows, especially if it's about you! I can see him sneaking into the room you're in and every time he catches you masturbating he falls silent as he watches you, feeling his cock harden under his pants at the sight. He will also ask you to voluntarily masturbate in front of him more than once, standing in front of you in a chair while his eyes do not leave your body and his hands separate from him to caress your soft skin
He curses a lot during sex, while he's fucking you hard against any surface near you he'll be whispering all kinds of lustful things like "My little slut… Always pleasing me so well." "I adore this greedy little pussy you have, so tight and always sucking me so hard" "Fuck, you love to please your captain, isn't that my sweet little slut?" "Look how your pussy drips because of me, so adorable..".
During kissing I feel like he's drooling a lot, you always fill each other with saliva during a nice hot make-out session, having your lips moist as well as your chins while half of Buggy's lip makeup has smudged and smudged your whole face
If at any point while he is eating strips of his hair he goes completely wild, he will attack your pussy mercilessly and rip you out of you at least more than 4 orgasms in a row, all in order to get you to pull his hair again
He loves to overstimulate you, loves to see how you turn into a small babbling mass between his hands and how you can't think about anything other than him or his cock. Love to see your thighs trembling and filled with both fluids mixed together, your clever little mouth nothing but meowing and moaning as you spew incoherently and drool
This man has to have at least a slight kink towards the knife set. He will always ask you beforehand if you are okay with it and will put a word of security; But he'll love being able to run the cold steel of his daggers across your soft skin, past your stiff nipples until delicately fiddling with your. It will leave some scratches, not very deep, only small marks, unless you ask it to be harder, in that case it will create small cuts and if it has the opportunity it will make its initial on your soft skin with the help of its dagger
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Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect pt. 3
Buggy Headcanon. Buggy x Reader
⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Some Angst, Action, Pirating
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<<< Previously. Part 4 >>>>
• Buggy knew being a Warlord while was a massive benefit added a new target to his back- However he would take advantage of these privileges to protect you- His Darling seamstress wife.
• Buggy with his new status made sure no one knew of you- insisting that he had claimed the island that was his home as his territory and even renaming it entirely to Blue Edge Island- Just so people didn't sniff around the spot.
• However it seemed not everyone got the memo-
• You were in the shop, finishing up the latest thing for Buggy. A wedding anniversary gift for your darling- A nice big coat for him that was white and orange, and styled similarly to his idol and former Captian Gold D Roger's. It was probably your best work yet and you were proud.
• Forced from your creative mind as you heard crashing outside. Quickly walking out confused that a light post or building had fallen you stand out in the middle of the street- Others doing the same as you. That was till an unfamiliar pirate ship could be seen and hoards of the aggressive crew yelled and began to slice through your home- Ripping through your Unprotected people like paper.
• Your eyes widening as you turned to run back into your shop and call Buggy- But you were yanked back by a rough hand, A man with a wicked grin
• The pirate snatching the gold necklace from around your neck and shoved it greedily in his pockets- Not even bothering to check the emblem on it.
• "Captian take a look at this one!" He screamed out, Easily overpowering you as he showed you off. The Captian as grimy as he crew jeered at you and ripped you from his lowly members hands and stared you down.
• "Shes pretty- Find the treasures and other fine specimens like this one! And Take her to the ship!" The man yelled, Tossing you towards other crew members and dragging you away to their ship-
• A act they would regret in time.
• Not far from your home in the East Blue Buggy was sailing- he was less then day away from the home he shared with you, planning to visit in his own way. But He had some errands to run however, mainly to stash some of their recent earnings.
• "Buggy Sir!" A Pirate ran up to the Warlord in a total panic, Buggy who was laughing down at his 'employees' working away after another well done job.
• "What What?!" He yelled, The young pirates hesitanting.
• "From the Transporter snail and a surviving resident of the area- Someone raided Blue Edge Island, a women by the name of (Y/N) and several other villagers have been reported stolen by the pirates who did this" The young pirate babbled out-
• "Blue Edge Island?- Is that the little tourist area in the East Blue?-" Mohji mumbled, remembering Buggy ordering for people to keep away from it entirely. Cabaji nodding at this-
• However what was noticed was how oddly silently Buggy was- they all silently looking at each other then at Buggy whos hands were digging into the wood railing- his eyes dark and he was grunting it teeth so hard it sounded like he was chewing sand-
• "....change course...We are heading to Blue Edge Island Now-" He said in a eerily calm voice.
• No one moved a muscle- All just staring at the Warlord who looked ready to explode.
• "I SAID NOW!" His voice roared, loudly- Everyone feeling a rush like they were being strangled in this moment as they felt true fear pour in their vain.
• "YES CAPTIAN!!" Everyone Shouted in unison before rushing off to do as told-
• You were loaded into the unfamiliar ship like cattle, you and other pretty things the Grimy pirates had ripped from your village.
• The crew members shoving a cloth in your mouth as they loaded you and the other scared villagers into the cells. You and the others bound in rope, shivering in fear.
• Feeling the rocking of the ship as the pirates sailed away from your home, after what felt like eternity a man came down- staring at all of you before opening the cell and yanking you out by force. You screaming against the restraints as he pulled you through the halls of the ship before tossing you into what you assumed was the Captian's quarters.
• The Captian staring at you with a wicked grin, fear coursing through your system as he reached forward grabbing the front of your blouse and tearing it open. You crying at this, he groaned and ripped the fabric from your lips.
• "My husband is gonna kick you as-" You started but he backhanded you quickly to shut you up.
• "Silence! You will be perfect, My perfect little bed slav-" The ship suddently rocked harshly, Him staggering as he looked around confused.
• "The hell?!" The angry man yelled as he pulled his hand away from your ruined blouse. You sat there shaking and terrified as you heard loud fighting from outside. Flinching as the doors were slammed open, fear bleeding into you as you expected the pirates from before to return-
• "B-Buggy?" You say softly, Seeing your husband standing there as he sighed in relief at seeing you tossing what seemed to be a man behind him. Rushing to you quickly and Reaching down to quickly cut away the Ropes that held you in place.
• His glove hands running over your face, Wiping the blood from your busted lip from the slap and his face worse then a storm when seeing the ripped blouse and the bruise around your neck from the necklace being ripped away.
• "Are you hurt (Y/N)!?- they didnt-" Be asked carefully, you shaking your head no which seemed to ease your husband greatly as he scooped you up in his arms with great care.
• The second you were in his arms you began to sob, Pressing your face against him as you babbled incoherently 'I was so scared' You managed to wheeze out as Buggg held you close. Rubbing his gloved hand on your back- You didn't see his face but it was twisted in pure rage then..
• Picking you up fully, Buggy carefully walked you out of the Captian's quarters they had you confined in. The other stolen villagers already safely on his ship to get treatment for their injuries.
• No one had ever seen Buggy this pissed off before- It was terrifying. The other pirates beaten within inches of their lives laying there staring at the Warlord once he returned from tucking you into his bed.
• "I-It was just a village!" The Grimy Captian manages out, wheezing through his broken ribs- Buggy scoffed at this and kicked the man square in the mouth shattering his teeth and making the man scream in agony.
• "THAT Village belongs to me- THAT part of the East Blue belongs to me-" Buggy yelled in rage, Pressing a boot into the screaming Captian.
• "and.. THAT women you tried to violate was My Wife-" Buggy said calmly, that's when everyone seemed to understand all at once. The color draining from everyone's faces drained of color.
• Buggy messed with his gloves, a new set you had just sent him and stained with the blood from your lips- he silently listened to the babbling and bloody Captian at his feet begging for his life- 'I didn't know' 'My apologies' and more sprouting from his busted lips- Buggy ignoring them as he stared at the man.
• "You ripped the necklace from her poor neck that had my Jolly Roger on it- You disrespected my Village and My Wife- However I have more important matters for now... So I won't personally rip you apart with my bare hands!" He hissed, But a wide smile that was clearly forced.
• "Set up the Firework Show-" He Said calmly as he turned to walk back to his ship. Buggy's crew seemed to immediately understand what this ment-
• The beaten crew tied to the mast of their own ship as crates of fireworks were loaded on the ship and forced away from the Big Top, Buggy's Canons aimed at the ship as he stood and watched calmly. Already hearing the screams of the other pirates begging for their lives or trying to escape- However that was a foolish thought.
• "FIRE!" Buggy roared once at a safe distance and a massive Buggy Ball was fired at the rival ship- Hitting directly as it exploded in a devastation of colors and screams.
• The Big Top crew all watching the fireworks in awe despite the carnage.
• "Why the Fireworks sir?" Galdino Looking to his Captian who had an unreadable expression on his face.
• "My Wife likes fireworks..." He said simply before dismissing himself while everyone watched the exploding ship and colorful sky-
• Down below Buggy checked on you, Seeing you were asleep wrapped around his pillows. Clearly having cried yourself out.
• Buggy sat on the corner of the bed, His hand rubbing circles on your leg as you laid there- Thinking silently to himself what he needed to do, guilt eating him alive as he stared at you.
• When you woke up you found yourself surrounded...
• By hundreds of Balloon Flowers. Different types and different sizes all scattered around you. Paired with a fresh outfit laid out perfectly on the bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had done this.
• You smiling as you touched a balloon sunflower so carefully placed next to you and holding it as a giggle left you-
• "So cheesy.." You whisper out softly and smile.
• Once dressed and holding one of the balloon flowers you walk up to the Main Deck, never having been on Buggys ship before the array of colors surprising you. There were also so many people- Everywhere who would stop for a moment to stare at you, Clearly surprised by your presence.
• Spotting Buggy rather quickly by his inflated size you call to the man. Who turns around red faced and comes to you immediately.
• "Get Back to Bed! You shouldnt be up walking around!" He yelled at you, However you knew this was just his pride and worry for you coming out at the same time. Waving him down to be at your eyelevel, he complies without a thought or word.
• Reaching forward you grab his face gently, giggling at the new scruff there and pull him down for a nice kiss over his lips.
• He gave a Goofy Giggle at this, as red as his nose as you smoothed your hands over his parted hair.
• "Thank you for Rescuing me Buggy Boo~" His eyes soften at this, smiling softly.
• "Anything for you Doll" He all but purred out as he peppered kisses on your cheeks and held you close making you giggle happily.
• His eyes widened however as he saw everyone staring at him with their jaws on the floor he awkwardly coughed.
• "Doll-l um let's get you back to the room okay? It's best until we get back to Blue Edge for now-" He said with the gentlest voice and had one of his hands escort you back to his quarters.
• "What are you looking at?" He growled in defense as everyone scrambled back to work.
• Alvida giggled at this point and looked at him "Whats with the Buggy Bo-"
• "SHUT UP!!"
• It soon spread like wild fire that The Infamous Warlord Buggy had a Wife that was WAY too hot for him-
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You Kissed the Clown? Part 1
(Notes: Hello new friends! I have found myself fallen under the spell of the flashy fool himself and felt compelled to create something for him.)
(EDIT: This was my first ever fic on Tumblr. It was only ever meant to be a one-shot and it turned into a 15 part series 🤦♀️. I have so appreciated each and every one of you liking, commenting and inboxing me about this series and others. Thank you so so much 🥹)
(S1:E2 OPLA timeline)
Upon waking, you found yourself in an unfamiliar environment. Stuffed into a small crate with your three travelling companions, your dark haired friend referred to as a “crew”, your senses were still groggy from the crimson powder exploded above your small rigging.
After your “Captain”, Luffy, disclosed to the group he had consumed the map to the grand line to “keep it in a safe place”, the crate opened to reveal a darkened space. Applause rang throughout the area and your eyes were drawn to a spotlight being placed on a man dressed as a white lion. Several circus-type performers littered the room and directed the large crowd to respond with prompts written on large white panels held by several members. You noticed the features of the crowd were bearing terrified expressions, crying streaks littering their cheeks and some crusted over wounds adorning their faces and bodies.
Through the small opening of the red and white tent, a displeased figure appeared out of the shadows. You were immediately mesmerised by the figure, brightly coloured facial paint adorning his cartoonish features, a large brim hat with blue tassels hung over the folded edge and a collection of mismatched stripes, spots, fur and feather upon his physique. He had a dangerous air around him, full of malice, ill-temperament and a small amount of desperation amongst his features.
The blue haired man immediately berated his companions, yelling at them for the wrong timing, the queue being off, the lighting contrasting over a lion-like man instead of his own features. You looked to your green-haired swordsman companion, making brief eye contact with him and quirking up your brow in question. He shook his head at you and nodded back to bring your attention to the scene playing before you.
You had no idea how you were among this ragtag trio of misfits, especially as piracy was never an occupation you fancied for yourself. You and those within your family line were skilled jewellers; antiquity restoration, appraisal and fine gold and silver smithery was your trade. You and your father were requested to appear before Captain Morgan and add a new gem encrusted embellishment to his recently acquired new head for his Axe-Hand.
You witnessed the fight that was brought out with Helmeppo and several other marines at the skilled hands of Roronoa Zoro. At that point, your father decided he was no longer going to be working with Captain Morgan; no payment was enough to continue working for a man that allowed his child to bully those lesser than him. You were given a choice then to find your own way in the world and bring attention to your own skilled crafts or to sail home with your father to return to work in the shop as a finery smith. Opting for the former of the two, you bid farewell to your father and found yourself upon the small rigging with three companions of whom you had grown fond of.
Bringing you away from your thoughts and tuning back into the conversation, your gaze fell to your orange-haired friend, Nami, as she attempted to bribe the blue-haired clown with a new crew member with untold abilities. Before you could stop her, she threw Luffy’s straw hat into the air and bolted for the opening of the large tent. Two members of the circus crew managed to drag her back to the group which she then berated the jester before you for destroying the town the tent was situated in. The conviction she held in her voice sounded quite intimidating, but the clown just laughed in response. He used a small knife to cut a piece of apple and place it into his mouth, while nonchalantly saying he didn’t destroy everything in the town – he allowed the townspeople to keep their hands to applaud his act.
You inhaled through your nose deeply and widened your eyes at his comment, breathing out slowly through your mouth while fixating your gaze onto his relaxed form. He continued to look over the four of you with a twinkling smile as he consumed his crisp apple before his gaze fell over you.
“You,” he began, pointing at you with the small knife in his hand, “you have been awfully quiet.” He gestured to the rest of the crew with the same knife, “that one threatened me,” he said pointing at Zoro, “that one attempted to bribe me,” he pointed the knife at Nami while sauntering over to the spot you were situated, next to Luffi and Zoro.
“Your Captain lays claim to what’s rightfully mine,” he continued while stalking your form. Your eyes leave his form to look to your companions.
“Don’t you look away from me!” he yelled suddenly at you, causing you to flinch in response. Your body began to tremble slightly at his demands, not used to threats of great violence being thrown at you at a whim. He almost danced over to your place on the ground, bringing his body within an uncomfortable proximity to your own. He made no effort to hide his gaze raking over your body from the hair on your head to the shoes adorning your feet.
Although he had a large nose that immediately drew your attention to it, you couldn’t help but to notice the hue of his irises hidden amongst white, red and blue paint. The intensity of his gaze was drawing you in like a moth to a flame. The hue was akin to several fine gemstones you worked with in your family’s smithery. Jade, sapphire, tourmaline and emerald being the first stones that sprung to your mind while gazing at the angry and menacing clown before you.
“And what would you do, hm?” he condescendingly smirked at you, “you’re no fighter, by the looks of you.”
You held his gaze, staring deeply into his mischievous teal eyes while searching your mind for a response to his pointed question. He placed the small knife into his breast-pocket within his long fur coat and stalked slowly over to you like an animal prowling over to their meal. You trailed your eyes over his form slowly, raking and sizing him up with a small amount of unbridled suggestion held behind your eyelids.
Unsure if what came over you was bravery, stupidity or something else entirely, you reached your right hand forward and swiftly grasped the mustard coloured cravat hanging tightly from his neck and pulled him into you with all of your strength and successfully closed the distance between your bodies.
He was right of course, you were no fighter. Your skills lay in appraising fine metals, gemstones and hand whittled crafts. You read books filled with fairytales, poetry and refrains whispered between lovers. With your occupation, an aura of charisma would often aid in sales; whether you were doing the buying or the selling. You were known far and wide in your homeland as someone with a small amount of flirtatious charm, which was why you were asked to aid your father in his journey to the “tight-pocket” Captain Morgan. You were to charm him as you did many others, swindling them out of their apprehensions and bringing more berry to the till of your family’s business.
A shocked whimper left the lips of the Genius Jester as you tenderly placed your own lips against his, bringing your left hand to his side and using it to bring his body flush against your own, cradling him into a tender embrace. Your eyes were closed as you deepened the kiss shared between you. You began using your lips to open his and caressing them slightly with your tongue.
You slowly felt him relax into your embrace as he placed one hand to the back of your head and the other hand wove itself around you, placing it to the small of your back. He almost gently laced his gloved hand into your hair and held you tightly against him. He released a stifled gasp into your mouth as the hand on your lower back squeezed slightly, pressing your bodies closer together. You released your right hand and moved it tenderly from his cravat to his jaw, feeling the slightly prickled skin beneath his painted face.
Not a word was uttered, silence engulfing the space. In this instance, nothing existed to either of you apart from the moment you were sharing with one another. The map? Gone from both of your minds as you held each other tenderly. You arched your back, pressing your chest further into him as you began lacing your fingers into the hair peaking out from the bottom of his broad hat. You snaked your left hand around his waist, beneath his fur coat and raked your fingertips over his skin, causing him to moan into your mouth and cradle you further into him.
You utilized your head to nudge his own head upward for you to deepen the kiss further. Trailing your hand from the hair under his hat down towards his neck and exploring his pectorals, you massaged down his body while holding him tightly and skillfully in this heated embrace. Your fingers began to explore the flesh of his back, lifting the material slightly to expose his flesh to your administrations.
He did not withhold any sounds from escaping his lips, as small groans released from his lips between kisses alerted you to how much he was truly enjoying your touch. You even allowed some gasps to escape your own lips as you continued to caress, massage and cradle him to yourself as he held you.
You were not foreign to the romantic touch of others by any means, but this kiss felt unlike anything you had experienced prior. You could almost feel his desire for affection as he hungrily held your body against him. Waves of loneliness escaped from his form and onto you as he began to be filled instead with your freely given affection, unlike the painted women he would pay berry for their time.
He groaned slightly and furrowed his brows together at the thought, releasing your lips from his own and holding you to him. His eyes bore into your own as your lips parted from one another, almost gazing into your very soul with the intensity he held.
Without warning, he pushed you from his body and swatted your hands from their position on his back. He turned to face away from you and brought his gaze to your captain before monologuing.
“Ok, here end the theatrics,” he began as the spot lights filter onto the four of you.
“I know one of you have my map, and I’m gonna get it back,” he said with malicious intent.
“What was it you said, rubber boy? That it was ‘in a safe place’?” he mocked with a small glint in his eye. Luffy looked to you in confusion.
“Oh, don’t look so surprised. I have eyes and ears everywhere,” he laughed. You trailed your eyes over his features, noticing the paint over his lips appeared more smudged than it had been moments prior. You then began to imagine how your face may appear after you shared the kiss with him moments prior.
“So,” he clapped his hands together and looked to his gang of circus members, “please make our guests uncomfortable in the green room.”
You felt hands clasp your wrists. You looked around to see a large man in a leotard grasping your form before you looked back to the clown. Your eyes met briefly once more, an unfamiliar emotion that could almost be described as a combination apprehension, longing and desire located in his eyes as your body was dragged to another location, this time without your captain amongst you.
You held little resistance as your body was escorted away. You looked to Luffy once more and attempted to reassure him with a nod as you walked briskly to be caged with your friends.
Nami was placed in a small cage suspended above the ground, whereas Zoro was bound to a large spinning wheel. As they were placed into these positions, their movements protesting and making it difficult for your captors to place them in these restricting positions; you held no such apprehension.
An aura of calm was coming from your form, confusing the large leotard-clad man. You placed your wrists together and held them out in front of you with a shrug and almost taunted him with how easy you were making this for him. His brows knit together in a puzzled fashion as he began to bind your hands in rope and tie you to a post away from your companions.
Once successfully restrained, the circus people left you with your thoughts as cries of laughter were echoing to the chamber that sounded like it was being pulled from the mouth of your captain.
“You kissed the clown?” uttered your green-haired, tri-sword wielding companion in a low accusatory tone, “why did you kiss the clown?”
You laughed slightly at the question, looking down at your bonds as you wiggled your hands against the tightly clasped rope, testing it for any sort of weakness amongst the restraint.
“I honestly can say I have no idea,” you smiled while pressing your knee against the post you were bound to with a small shove to assess its strength.
“It was incredibly stupid,” Nami commented from her enclosure, “if you were that touch-starved, I’m sure Zoro or Luffy wouldn’t have minded if you wanted to give them a little smooch.”
You turned your gaze over to Nami momentarily before rolling your eyes.
“Oh please,” you replied, “Zoro, I’m sure you are a wonderful kisser but unfortunately you don’t quite have what I’m looking for.”
He scoffed slightly at the comment while you moved your hands down to the hilt of your belt and began searching the folds of your skirts with your wrists.
“And if you don’t mind me asking, what does the dangerous clown-man have that Zoro doesn’t?” Nami asked with a teasing tone. Your wrists find the object within your belt and you smiled broadly, gripping it and bringing it to the light.
“Right now?” you said with a small twinkle in your eyes as you held the small object up to your new friends, "a knife."
For the first time in a while, the three of you shared a laugh before you all began to attempt an escape from the bonds of the green room.
Part 2
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The Hunter and the Hunted
Buggy x F!Reader
Summary: Buggy the clown annoys you. More than annoys you. It's been that way ever since you were both little and as a bounty hunter, it made all the sense in the world to dislike him. When you are captured by the Marines for crimes you had been trying to outrun for years, you find him locked up right alongside you and just as annoying as ever. But when the chance for escape presents itself, it comes with strings attached. Strings that test the very natural order between the hunter and the hunted--an order Buggy seems to have no regard for.
Topics: angst, smut (p in v), canon typical violence, enemies to lovers
Word Count: 5.3K
Commissioned by: @katelynwithpaint (Thank you for commissioning me, it was so much fun to write! ❤️ ❤️)
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You were thrown into the dank brig of a marine vessel, the force of the action enough to send you falling to the ground, your bound hands barking in pain as you tried to keep yourself upright.
The two marines who had been commanded to bring you down here spat filthy insults your way. Insults you should have brushed off and forgotten about, but you have never been good at taking such things. Had always let them get under your skin--get you angry and upset.
Snapping your head around, teeth bared in a nasty snarl, you watched the door slam shut behind you.
“You fucking spoon-fed idiots!” You hissed up at the two marines who had been ready to leave before you had spoken. “You know nothing of--” The taller one slammed his fist against the bars of your prison, causing a loud bang to ring through the metal walls.
You hardly flinched. Hardly bat an eye. You’d dealt with some of the most terrifying big bads the East Blue had to offer. Big bads who thrived off chaos and ate babies for breakfast. These two goody-two-shoes marines would never in their wildest dreams live up to those creatures. Never utterly terrify you.
“We know everything about you. We know of your failed run as a bounty hunter. We know you killed a respected and loved member of our community--you are a criminal. Nothing but a no-good pirate.” He shot down at you in an air of superiority. Like you were nothing but the dirt under his shoes.
A criminal. A no-good pirate. Those few words were worse than any insult one could possibly conjure and spit at you. Worse than physically getting slapped in the face.
You were by no means a good person, but a criminal--you were far from being a criminal. Not in the same sense as those you’d hunted down. Those who had done true evil in this world. Who had hurt innocent people--children.
Criminals like their respected and loved community members. A, now-dead, marine commodore. A commodore who had gone too far in life without getting punished for his crimes.
Crimes you punished him for.
A crackling laugh filled the air before you could spit any sort of slights their way. A laugh that started off low, like a chuckling at oneself, but gradually grew into a wicked, bellowing thing.
It was a laugh you were all too familiar with. One you had first heard as a fresh, new bounty hunter following your former master on her journey to take down Silvers Rayleigh, fearsome first mate of the soon-to-be King of the Pirates.
Your master had been killed not long into the fight, but you had been too busy fighting off a red-nosed boy around your age to notice. You two had beaten the absolute shit out of each other, and would have continued till only one of you left victorious, but Rayleigh had stepped in, stopping you two before that could happen. He had spared you, despite your hot-headed vows of revenge.
You had thought all too much about that red-nosed boy as you continued across the East Blue. Thought about how he had been just as passionate and confident in his mentor’s skills--in his own skills--as you were. How he had been just as reckless and rash as you.
It wasn’t for another five years before you saw him again, still sailing around with your master’s killer, though you had given up on that revenge long before then.
You had at this point in time found three other like-minded bounty hunters whom you joined up with. Hunters who had been tracking down a pirate unrelated to the boy you had battled with, though who just so happened to be celebrating some sort of victory on the same island.
You two almost went head to head once more, had it not been for his calm and collected red-headed friend. A friend who had scared the shit out of you, despite his cool nature, so your fight ended swiftly and you left.
More years passed and the more you ran into the clown. Each time you two found some way to fight--whether it be physical or verbal. A few times that red-headed friend was with him to help break it up, and other times you both were thrown out of whatever bar you had been in.
You ran into him once more in some backwater bar, sitting alone and nursing a large pint of beer. He smirked your way when he spotted you and, to your surprise, bought you a drink. A drink you took reluctantly, waiting for the moment you would have to defend yourself against him. But instead, he merely talked to you. Told you how his captain had dissolved his crew, leaving him adrift.
And there was hurt in his eyes. A sense of abandonment that had you carefully telling him of what had been happening in your own shit-filled life. Of a marine whose name you had just recently crossed off your list. How you had finally gotten him after years--gotten revenge for the lives he had taken from you in your youth.
He’d laughed in something kin to understanding, insisting on buying you another drink to which you declined and went on your way.
The last time you came across that laugh, you had just been left for dead by your so-called comrades--friends. Left to be found by the very marines you had crossed when you stumbled into a seemingly deserted town. A town you quickly found was overrun with freakish pirates. Freakish pirates who had managed to kidnap you in your weakened state and drag you into an equally freakish circus tent.
The boy had grown up, just as you had. Had grown up to be captain of this band of freaks. One who had chained the poor people of that town up and used them for his own, sick entertainment.
But when you saw him, that laugh sounding in your ears, you were reminded of just how much you thought of it. How many of your dreams had been haunted by it’s ring. Of how you, for whatever reason, held a sick sense of respect for him. And his eyes--they were all too bright looking upon you. All too seeing.
After dramatically introducing you to his crew and captives, he had you dragged off into a back room where you were once more surprised when his freaks cleaned your wounds and gave you some water to drink.
It was all very strange. It went against the very natural order of the world. The order between the hunter and the hunted.
It had freaked you out all so much, you escaped before you had to face that haunting laugh and its owner.
But here it was again, spilling from the red-painted lips of Buggy the clown, captain of the Buggy pirates, locked away in this all too wet marine brig pulling haunting ghosts from your past into the forefront of your mind.
You kept your eyes trained on the two marines before you, watching them like a hawk. Watching for a slip-up. Something--anything that would help you in this situation. Something that would keep your eyes off the crazed clown and his grating laugh.
“If she’s a pirate, then that would make me one you shithead.” His gruff voice joked. The two marines shared a look between them. One that almost looked to have uneasy undertones to it.
“You have no right interfering in marine business.” The second shot towards the cell just next to yours, only resulting in more insane laughter filling the air. The first marine just shook his head in growing annoyance.
“Come on. He’s all locked up. That big-nosed freak can’t do a thing.” The laughter cut off sharply.
“What did you just as say?” Buggy asked, his tone becoming all that much more serious. That more threatening--dangerous. The Marines bore shit-eating grins, obviously finding his growing pissed-off nature amusing.
“You know, I never liked clowns. Freaky little fuckers.” The first said as they began heading for the exit once more.
“This freaky little fucker is going to cut your nose off and force you to eat it when I get out of here.” This only seemed to tickle the marines further and they left without so much as another word.
The brig was dead as a tomb for a moment you used to look about the confines of your cell, trying to find any weaknesses or things to make a makeshift weapon with so that you could escape sooner rather than later. Buggy gave an exasperated huffing sigh as your eyes locked onto something in the corner, just by the horrible-looking toilet.
“Yeesh. Some people just don’t know how to have fun.” You all but ignored him, messing with the bit of scrap metal that had been idioticly left unfixed. “Whatcha got there, peach?” He said, using the nickname he had given you after you threw a peach you had mistaken for a rock at him when you had seen him that second time. He had used it ever since then and it’s continued to annoy you.
“Don’t call me that.” You snapped, finally yanking the bit of metal from its last hold on the base of the toilet. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
“That’s no fun.”
“Since when have you ever thought of me and fun at the same time?” You huffed, working on trying to unlock the cuffs that had been slapped around your wrists. It took you a minute to even get the bit of metal into the small keyhole, and with your hands locked together as they were, you hardly saw yourself free any time soon.
“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself. I think you’re plenty fun. I think you do a fantastically fun job playing pirate bounty hunter.” You again ignored him. Tried not to even hear his all-too-chipper voice as you continued to work. “Playing pirate bounty hunter when you can’t even sail a ship. I think it shows your commitment to the part.”
You finally snapped around to shoot a daggered glare Buggy’s way, whose usual red-painted lips were pulled up in a wide smile. He knelt before the bars separating the two cells, gloved hands clasped together before him. His clown-styled makeup was smudged in a way that told you he must have been here for a few days. You also noted the absence of his hat, which bore his insignia in the center, leaving him in his red and white striped bandana.
You couldn’t help the small part of you that wished he was wearing it--the small part that thought it suited him all too well. A small part of you that you shoved down deep.
Seeing him again after god knows how long was always--staggering. It brought back up such ugly feelings of hatred and utter sadness you’d felt after your master's death. Brought back up how surprised you’d been when he offered you a drink. Brought back up that equally as ugly feeling of respect and misplaced understanding.
Buggy was an actor--a performer. Of course he would play the part he needed to get you to let your guard down--to not beat him into a pulp.
It was all so aggravating.
“It’s not some part.” Buggy rolled his eyes in a dramatic fashion that only made your frustration coil tighter in your chest. “And I can sail a ship.” Buggy let out a sharp mocking laugh.
“I seem to remember my freaks telling me of the struggle you had trying to leave that small island I found you on.”
“I had lost a lot of blood.” You said as if you needed to give him any sort of explanation. As if you needed to keep talking to him. Turning away from this intense green-blue gaze, you went back to work on the cuffs.
“You know, I was rather upset you left without saying goodbye,” Buggy said in fake hurt. “You didn’t even get to see my grand finale.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” You said in equally mocking tones.
“I accept your--”
“Fuck off, Buggy. I should have beat your ass while I had the chance. I should have killed you and freed those poor people you terrorized.” Buggy pulled a smirk to his lips.
“Beat my ass? I seem to remember it was me who kicked your ass last time.” A scoffing huff spilled from your lips.
“We were ten years old--”
“Ten in a half.” Buggy quickly corrected like it truly mattered. You shot him a look that said as much.
“It doesn’t matter. I had no skill back then. No discipline. I would kill you now without ever batting an eye.” That smirk never once left Buggy’s lips, his eyes shining in utter amusement. Eyes that had your gut doing annoying and tiresome little twists.
“And collect what bounty? Our cheery new friends seem to think you’re nothing but a “no-good pirate” now.” Despite that shot of anger that flared in your chest, you pulled on your own smirking smile.
“It wouldn’t be for any bounty. It would be for my own amusement.”
“Peach, if you're trying to flirt with me, it's working.” He all but purred your way. You rolled your eyes and truly went back to unlocking your cuffs.
No more distractions. No more annoying banter with that clown pirate who grated on your nerves like no other. You couldn’t get caught. Not yet. Not before you got revenge for yourself. Revenge against those who had turned the world against you. “Peach--”
“You truly are horrible.” You snapped, unable to ignore the obvious rise Buggy was trying and successfully getting out of you.
“When I escape and free you,” Buggy started, only for you to cut him off with a scoff.
“You’re delusional.” Buggy rolled his eyes dramatically.
“When I escape and free you, you’ll have to repay me.”
“You aren’t freeing me. I can do that just fine on my own.” You snapped.
“Oh, I think I will.” You shot him a glare hoping he would shut up. He, of course, did no such thing. “And after I get us off this ship, I’m thinking you’ll be so overrun with emotion you’ll do something sweet for me.” You shook your head, shoving the bit of metal this way and that within the keyhole.
“I don’t find your games amusing. I actually find them quite boring.”
“Now you’re just being mean.” The sudden sound of rusting metal squeaking open pulled your attention away from your work and back onto Buggy. Your jaw all but fell open upon seeing Buggy sauntering out of his cell, his hand popping back onto his wrist, a ring of keys laying there.
You had watched those Marines. Hadn’t missed a single twitch or breath, so how had you missed Buggy grabbing those keys from around the holder's waist? How had you missed a flying, dismembered hand?
“How--” You watched him unlock your cell door in utter disbelief. Watched as he took the few steps across the way so he was standing in front of you. Watched with a fluttering, tingling belly as he knelt before you, that all too charming smile on his lips. You covered your strange feelings with that of familiar annoyance for him.
“Peach, I’m gonna let you out, but,” He said, sing-songingly elongating the last word. “I want you on my crew.” That was the last thing you thought you would hear from his lips. It was enough of a shock to squash any and all irritation you held in your chest for the clown.
You two had no like for the other. Every time you saw each other, it was either a fight or a backward attempt to mock and tease the other. You were the hunter and he was the hunted. Why would he ever want you to be near him in such a way?
You laughed in his face. Laughed wholeheartedly in your unbelieving at his words. Laughed so hard it shook your shoulders.
“You’re full of it. I despise pirates. I kill your kind for a living.” You snapped at him once you’re laughter subsided.
“Past living.” You’re disbelief quickly turns back into that of anger. “And you’re perfect.” His words caught you off guard once more. Had you all but freezing up, unable to conquer up your anger.
Perfect. No one had ever uttered such a thing to you.
It was…strange. You and him--it was all too strange.
“I collect outcasts, those thrown away by society. Those hurt and betrayed and left to die, bleeding out on some hopeless island.” You felt your eyes suddenly prick in the remainder of your inner wounds. Wounds created by those you had thought were your friends--family. Those who you had loved more than you had ever loved anything in this world.
Buggy saw all of this with those intent green-blue eyes. He saw this and he understood, despite your many differences. Because he had experienced it too. Had been hurt and left to rot by those he had cared about.
“My freaks--my crew--don’t turn their backs as easily. I don’t turn my back that easily.”
An actor--a performer. That’s all he was--all he ever would be…but damn if he wasn’t speaking to your soul. Wasn’t utterly pulling you into those green-blue eyes and that charming smile of his.
“I--” You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to do. You should tell him to fuck off. That you would rather stay here and let the Marines drag you off to some prison to be forgotten in. But…but you didn’t say that. Your traitorous heart didn’t let you. “I am no pirate.” You all but whispered. It was a confession rather than a biting hiss.
Buggy smiled, his gloved hand coming up to grab hold of your chin in a grip that was just tight enough to keep you from looking away from him. It was all too much. It felt all too--too right, having the roles switched. Being the frightened sparrow and he the smiling chester cat, ready to snap your neck between his sharp, smiling jaws.
“Oh, I know.” He whispered back as if it was a secret. “But I think you’ll like it. I think your cage door needs to be unlocked so you can fly free.” Before you could even open your mouth to try and pull together a rambling stream of words, the marine ship shook violently, the sound of cannon fire echoing down into the brig. That wickedly charming smile pulled onto Buggy’s lips. “Right on time.” He pulled his hand from your chin, the absence of his warmth leaving you annoyingly wishing for it back--wishing for more.
What a strange, strange predicament you were in. What strange, strange emotions. It was all too confusing. Too much.
Buggy dangled the keys in front of your face as the ship was attacked once more. “How about you think on it while I take care of this, peach.” He said, dropping the keys into your lap before standing to his full, towering height. “Though, don’t strain that pretty little head of yours too much.” And with that Buggy left the cold, dank brig.
You wasted no more time than you had, quickly unlocking the cuffs, which had been rubbing painfully against your skin, and heading in the direction Buggy had disappeared in.
The next few moments went by in a flash. You getting to the deck and finding Buggy’s freaks had boarded and were mowing down marine after marine, leaving no survivors in their wake. Buggy laughing insanely as he fulfilled the threat he had shot their captor's way. You finding where they had stored your weapons, as well as Buggy’s hat. You killing anyone who got in your way as you found yourself heading for the edge of the ship--found your body had a mind of its own as you jumped, landing on the deck of the circus-themed ship Buggy commanded.
This was your best and only escape route, you told yourself as you rushed around the ship, trying to find a place you could keep away from the rest of the world so you wouldn’t be found out. That place ended up being the large tent near the back of the ship, washed in shadow and thankfully empty.
You passed the time by looking around the large area, finding it was very similar to that of the tent Buggy had set up on land all those years ago.
Finding a pair of stairs, you winded up them, finding a singular chair sitting in the center of the raised platform. A throne, you realized. Buggy’s throne. You traced your fingers over the designs engraved in the wooden seat before sitting down, finding it would be the best place to wait out the fighting and think about your strange predicament.
“That's my seat.” Buggy’s gruffing voice sounded in your ear a little less than an hour later. It didn’t startle you, his sudden appearance. You had marked his footfalls when he thought he had been sneaking into the tent to do just that.
“Take it. It’s uncomfortable.” You murmured, pulling yourself from the throne which was, despite your words, rather comfortable. Buggy was much closer than you had originally thought, so close you had to tilt your head up just the slightest bit to look into those green-blue eyes of his. Eyes that never once moved away from your face as he flopped down on his throne, legs spread in some show of dominance.
“So, tell me peach, what is your answer?” You moved your eyes away from Buggy’s intense stare, looking over his hat which you had taken with you off that marine ship.
“Why free me?” You questioned, glancing back towards the pirate, whose eyes never seemed to have lifted from your form.
“Because I’ve been looking for someone to fill the role of knife thrower in my performance. You are good with a blade.” It was a lie. You could tell it was a lie. And it ate at you despite your utter dislike for this pirate. You took a step closer, those green-blue eyes watching your movements.
“That I am…but tell me something; what makes a pirate buy a drink for a bounty hunter?” You took another, calculated step that the clown marked. He shrugged as if it was no big deal.
“Why not? Getting you drunk seemed like a fun idea at the time.” He cracked a mischievous smile. “Still does.” You gave a small nod, pausing just before him. “You’re dancing around my question, peach. Maybe that's what I should make you.”
You leaned forward the slightest bit, his knees brushing against your legs, being as close to him as you were.
“You let me out of my chains. You dressed my wounds when you could have let me bleed out, and for those things, I owe you my life.” Buggy gave a small nod of his own.
“I feel a but coming.”
“But I can’t be free yet. Not when those who betrayed me are still breathing.” That smile of his stayed in place, but a seriousness you had never seen before filtered into his eyes. A seriousness that spoke of understanding. Of respect.
Strange--this was all so strange, things between you and him. Between hunter and the hunted.
“And then?” He questioned. You moved ever closer, you’re legs fitting between his in a strange sort of puzzle. Buggy watched and allowed you to gently tug his hat back onto his head, his breath tickling your lips.
You thought of the way his hand on your chin felt. How it had all but drove you crazy. How you had wished, no matter how absurd, to have it back there--to have more.
“Tell me why you saved me.” You spoke softly so that Buggy and Buggy alone could hear. “Why do you want me on your crew? Why, when you should have killed me--when you’ve wanted to kill me ever since we were young?” Buggy’s eyes fluttered down to your lips as they moved. A small action that had that buzzing in your body stirring alive once more.
“I think you know.” He spoke just as softly in that gruffing voice of his. A voice that had been bouncing around in your brain for longer than you liked to admit.
“I don’t think I do.” Buggy’s eyes narrowed the slightest bit like he was annoyed at your comment. An annoyance you wanted to drag out of him. You knew he didn’t want to admit it. Knew that he probably had never had to explain himself before. “Because I am still under the impression that I am the hunter ready to collect that sizable bounty on your head.”
“You think my bounty is sizable?” He smirked, continuing to dance around the topic.
“Enough to get me a ship that floats and an expensive bottle of wine.” You said in an attempt to get under his skin. You saw that flash of irritation in his eyes that made your own smirk pull to your lips.
“A ship you couldn’t even sail?” He teased, moving closer so that his lips were mere inches away from your own.
Your mind raced to wonder what they might feel like fitted against yours. How it might feel to have his hands running over your skin--to feel his skin.
It was all too strange, the things he was able to pull from you. Such strange feelings.
“You annoy me.” You jabbed his way, your eyes fluttered every so often to those red-painted lips of his.
If you kissed him, would your lips come away just as red?
“You’re eyes annoy me, your laugh, your voice.” Buggy looked as if he was trying to figure out if your words were supposed to be meant as an insult or some backwards complaint. You wondered this as well.
“And it annoys me that you understand. Say you understand.” You found yourself saying in a biting manner. The pirate looked over your face, seeming unsure of what to do next. Unsure of what to say even when you had just spelled it out for him.
His hand reached out and took hold of your chin in his solid grip. A grip that sent your stomach fluttering uncontrollably. “I understand.” Was all he said before he was pulling your lips flush against his own.
You hardly had control of yourself as you kissed him back in a frenzy, all sense of self-control and reason flying out the window. A kiss fueled by your strange, strange feelings for this clown. Feelings a mix of dislike, annoyance, understanding, and respect. Feelings you’d been harboring deep within yourself for a long, long time.
His kiss burned through you, had your hands grabbing at his jacket and all but ripping it from his body, feeling over his strong, exposed arms. His skin was warm and felt so nice against your own. Skin you wished to feel covering your whole body.
Buggy hands moved along your body, pulling you closer. His touch sent your skin on fire. A fire that hat engulfed your entire being, demanding to be satisfied.
Your hands moved downward, over his equally strong chest and abdomen until they found the edge of his pants, your fingers fumbling to undo his buttons. Buggy mimicked your actions, finding and unfastening the buttons there.
You pulled away from Buggy long enough to hasten along the process of shoving your pants over and off your legs. A process you had hardly finished before Buggy was grabbing you up once more, claiming your lips in a hot, needy kiss. A kiss that felt more like a fight for dominance. A fight the two of you never could seem to truly finish.
Buggy’s hands took fist fulls of your ass, guiding you up and onto the throne with him, your knees straddling either side of him. Reaching down between the two of you, your hand disappeared into Buggy’s pants, taking hold of is hardened cock and giving it a few good, teasing pumps. He gave a throaty groan that had that heat shoot through your core, making your pussy throb in just as much need as the rest of your body.
As quickly as you could, you pulled his cock free from the confines of his pants, hardly waiting before you were descending downward, a sweet little moan spilling from your lips.
Fuck it was good. It felt so good being connected this way. In a way that was slowly filling that yawning need within you. A need you had been holding at bay for a long time.
“F-fuck, peach.” Buggy moaned into your mouth, his hands moving to hold onto your hips in a near steel-like grip. A grip that guided you further down so that you were fully seated on top of him. “So fucking good.”
You moaned your own pleasure as you began to move up and down, slowly at first so that you might feel every last inch he had to offer. A pace that gradually quickened, finding that need within you all but commanding you to do so. Grabbing hold of one of Buggy’s hands, you guided his gloved fingers to find that small bundle of nerves that all but begged for his attention. Silently told him just how you liked it to be touched and, surprisingly, he was a quick learner.
It was good. Almost too good. Never would you have imagined this happening--you fucking this vastly annoying clown. The very clown you’d fought for years. But then again, this was just another sort of fight. A fight for dominance and submission. A fight you much rather preferred over that of brute force and stabbing words.
Buggy’s lips left yours only to latch onto the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting in a way that drove you crazy. That sent you quickly spiraling closer and closer over the edge.
“Oh god--Buggy, I’m--I’m…” His fingers kept circling your clit, bringing you all that much closer to your finish.
“Come for me, peach. F-fuck--you’re such a sweet little thing.” You moved your face so that you could press your lips against his once more, moan after moan vibrating through your throat.
So much--too much. It was all so good you’re legs began to turn to jelly. Began to give out under your own weight. Buggy seemed to understand this and pulled away from your clit only so he could grab you up in his strong arms. Arms that held you up as he fuck into you mercilessly.
You spiraled up and up and up until your pussy was clutching around his cock and pure bliss was shooting through you. Buggy’s name flew from your lips as you held onto him for dear life. The pirate gave a few last, grunting thrusts before he was spilling into you.
Buggy buried his face in your chest, his chest heaving up and down just as your own, both of you fighting to take in the thick air around you.
The tent was filled with nothing but the sound of your mixing breaths for a long moment. A moment you took the time to run your hands over any and all exposed skin Buggy had to offer. Warm skin that brought you such strange, strange comfort.
“And then?” Buggy asked, taking you by surprise. It was the same question he had asked you only moments ago. A question of what you would do after you had avenged yourself. You pressed your cheek against the side of his head, your lips brushing over his right ear.
“Then I will return,” You breathed, feeling Buggy’s body go just that much more still against yours. “And I will be free.”
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Thinking about Buggy fucking the ever loving shit out of his chubby wife before i head to bed
18+ minors dni. Minors be gone
He'll grip her love handles from behind, his hips thrusting against the fatness of her ass, watching it recoil off of him. Sweat dripping down the sides of his face, smearing his makeup. He moves his hands further down your body, pinching and gripping harshly at your rolls, moaning and groaning under his breath at how soft and squishy you feel in his hands.
He detaches one of his hands, keeping the other on your soft naked hip, as the other gropes you all the way up to your chest, twisting and pulling at your nipples. Your moans are like music to his ears. He smiles and leans down, his nose bumping your ear as he kisses your ear then neck.
He whispers a soft, "fuck" before continuing "you feel so nice baby, so nice for your husband ~" he moans louder, his thrusts becoming more rough. He leans back up on his knees, turning you over on your back, googling and awing at the way your rolls and flesh jiggle as he does so.
He's so memorized by the way his thrusts hit the back of your wet cunt, watching as your flesh recoils from it, his makeup smeared all over your neck, breasts and tummy. His detached hand was still groping your tit. Buggy decides to reattach it, both of his hands gripping your chest as he pushes dipper into your fat pussy.
"Fuck! Buggy! Right there!" You moan aloud, your chubby cheeks heated immensely from the intense sex.
Buggy smirks, going harder and rough into you. His hands went down and gripped your big thighs tightly, chuckling as he wrecked you. "Fuck, that's it. That's it sweetcheeks" he mummers loud enough for you to hear.
"cum for me, cum for your husband" he leans down, his face right in front of yours, his lips gazing over yours almost as if he's about to lock onto them. But no. Instead, he speaks once more, darkly-
"Cum for me like you mean it, put on a singing performance, I wanna hear your precious moans cry out for your husband doll~"
#sighs#i need him#one piece#one piece buggy#buggy#buggy x you#buggy x reader#buggy x chubby reader#buggy x female reader#buggy smut#onyx writings 🌹#smut#n/sfw#n/s/f/w#gonna write this soon#x reader#buggy the clown#buggy the clown x reader#buggy the clown x you
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Circus Freaks
LA Buggy x Fem Reader
Storyline will contain: young reader (20’s), nsfw, violence, dark themes
One Piece characters belong to Oda and the One Piece franchise, do not sell.
Next chapter- Part 2
Part 1: The Carnival
The East Blue is a calm ocean. Some consider it boring, but it's a safe haven for most. Unlike the other three Blues, it is not known for its notorious pirates—despite one. Many settle here hoping for a life of tranquility; however, life is always full of surprises.
It was to everyone's surprise when the small island of Febe was visited by pirates. No pirate has set coarse here. Why would they? There is nothing valuable for them unless they intend to take the farmland.
The small coastal town became clueless on the matter. Should they fight or flee? Neither of those things do any good. The mayor decided to stand watch, as many did the same. Who knows . . . maybe they're not hostile?
The ship pulled up to the dock— fairly large and full of colors. The Jolly Roger was unusual, it had a big red nose on the skull. Not what they had a mind when they approached the ship. The people became curious to whom these pirates might be. The crowd became larger, awaiting to see the people on board.
A large plank fell on the the side of ship, allowing the crew off. Strange they all looked. They did not appear to dress pirate like, instead they dressed in circus outfits.
The crew stood menacingly, observing the townspeople who dare make a move. It was then a loud laugh boomed from the ship; the pirates made way for laughing man.
Like royalty, the crew lined up to make way, it was the captain of the ship. A large orange hat, with dangling blue hair caught the eyes of the people. He had crossbones taking up the space of his forehead with blue stripes on each eye. He gave a flashy smile, showing off his exaggerated red paint that covered his mouth. Tying it all together was a large circular red nose that could be seen from a mile away, grasping their attention. Could this be the captain of the ship?
"Ladies and gentlemen, yours truly has arrived." He boasted. The red nose man looked at the crowd awaiting for their reaction.
No one said a word, but the look in their eyes gave plenty to say. Buggy grinned.
"Captain . . ." a man whispered.
"Shh Cabaji, there's no need for that."
Cabaji, the pirate with the side part with three yellow stripes, rolled his eyes stepping away from his captain. He has no clue to what he's up to. The captain is always full of surprises.
"There's no need to fear. We are not the pirates you think of," he said as he approached the crowd.
He raised his arms in the air. "I'm Buggy. Buggy the clown and I'm here to give you a show you've never seen before."
The surrounding people whispered to themselves. Not sure if they should believe this pirate clown; after all, pirates should not be trusted.
The mayor took the courage to take a step forward. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"I'd say you're the leader of this town, am I right?"
"Yes, I'm the mayor."
Buggy walked up to the man. The mayor was a bit larger than him. Rugged actually. He wore cowboy boots and a hat, covering his bald head. His puffy orange beard swayed against his grey suit. Buggy was not intimated to say the least.
"I go island to island to bring the circus to the people. I'd say this little town is in the need of some entertainment . Don't you think?"
The mayor looked at him puzzled, but it got him thinking. This island was well known for its ranching and agriculture. All the townspeople do is work. This proposal was intriguing of course.
"Mr. Dun, don't you think it'll be exciting?" Someone spoke.
"I've never been to a circus," another voice announced.
The people gleamed in excitement. Harvesting season was almost to an end. Many are burnout; the town was in much need of a break.
"Well I speak for the people that some livery is much needed. Better yet! I'd say we should host carnival! What do ya think, Mr. Dun?" Buggy roared.
The crowd went wild with the thought of a carnival.
"What?! A carnival? That would be so cool!" Someone blurted.
"Mr.Dun you must give them permission to set up in our town."
"Oh yes! Please Mr. Dun, nothing ever takes place here. So what if they're pirates? I don't think it will do any harm."
Mr. Dun became overwhelmed with the people shouting at him. He sighed as he stroked his orange beard. "Well . . . I can't go against so many."
His eyes met Buggy's as he took one last sigh. "Let me know what you need for your little carnival."
The clown gave toothy grin, chuckling to himself.
"Thank you mayor. I promise you won't regret it," he said shaking his hand. "Just let my crew know where to set up and they'll take it from there."
With a nod, the mayor stepped away and went to speak with one of Buggy's crewmates. The townspeople gathered amongst themselves laughing in joy.
"Captain Buggy what are you up to?" Cabaji said, eyeing the clown. Who walked away, heading back up the ship.
"I thought we were supposed to capture the townspeople. This was not apart of the plan."
Glaring at him, Buggy muttered, "Watch it. I changed my mind."
"But why captain? I find that odd of you."
"Don't know. I'm feeling a bit merciful today," he chuckled to himself. "Aw don't give me that look Cabaji. You'll have your fun when the time comes. We're taking a different approach this time. Besides the people seem to like us compared to the other towns."
"Now, go help set up"—threatening with a dark glare— "my carnival needs to be ready by morning or else . . ."
Before Cabaji could leave, Buggy grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close. "Oh, I almost forgot. If you see any bounty posters, destroy them. These people are unaware about us and I prefer for it to stay that way. Got it?"
"U-um y-yes captain!" With a sweat he scampered away.
He cackled watching his subordinate run off. Taking one last look at the people below he made way to his quarters. Opening the door to his room, he yawned. He sat at his desk and opened the cabinet to his right. Reaching in, he took out a map.
Buggy opened it. "If everything goes according to plan, getting this treasure will be easy. All I have to do now is wait." He smirked to himself.
"Maybe . . . just maybe . . . I'll spare the blood for once." With his maniacal laughter he took one last look at the map and placed it back.
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NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - 5/9
Hey everyone ! I hope y'all are spending a fantastic day
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[ FANFICTION MASTERPOST ]
Note : So here it is ! The fifth part of Never leave me again, and daaaamn this one was SO HARD to write because it includes a character that I actually don't know very much since I didn't see them in anime yet and he's not in the live action... I read a lot of wikifan pages and reddit posts in order to get him right I hope I didn't mess up !! And Buggy is kinda acting out of character in this part, soooo it's weird, I hope you gonna enjoy it anyway.
Habitual note : english is not my native language, this is my first fanfiction ever, I don't really try hard to write things well I just give myself as an author a little treat with a lot of self insert. But I trust the buggy fandom to be nice and sweet ! you guys are the nicest person on the internet ♥
Tags : Buggy x FemReader, no use of Y/n, no physical description except for the hair color, no mention of genitals buuut it's implied that the reader is AFAB, self insert is self inserting 乁(๏෴๏)ㄏ
Content : Blood, injuries, dead mention I guess, coma, a soft N$FW scene (no porn description, just fluff TRUST ME IT'S JUST FLUFF THIS TIME I SWEAR), fever dreams, family reunion
~I offer you a blue Buggy for the ride ~
FEVER DREAM - 5/9
What was happening in front of Buggy’s eyes petrified him of terror.
The big top was filled with an anonymous and furious mass of pirates fighting against each other. Richie was roaring and biting everything he could. Cabaji was sending spinning tops all around him in angry gestures. Everywhere, his freaks and crewmates struggled for their life, and for the safety of the circus. He didn’t even recognize the rival crew who was attacking them. He didn’t care.
Because in the middle of this chaos, you were there, fighting against a tall, menacing man, the face covered in scars - who he guessed was the captain. One of your daggers was planted in his thigh. You may not be the best fighter of the crew, but damn you were tough and he loved this about you.
“REDDIE…”
he started screaming, catching your attention.
As you turned your head, the man you were fighting grabbed you by surprise to his chest, putting a knife under your throat. You tried to get another of your daggers, but he firmly held you, and you seemed to have trouble breathing.
Buggy’s heart raced in his chest. He detached a hand full of blades, ready to send them to your opponent, but the man pressed the knife on your throat.
“LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BASTARD, buggy screamed.
- Not a single move, clown." the other answered with a grin, "I’m not afraid of you. Everyone from east blue to west blue knows you became a pussy since you met this girl."
He pressed his knife against you a bit more, you attempted to struggle but he was way too strong. He continued his threats while Buggy froze, trying to mentally plan a way to help you.
“Go and get all your treasure and weapons, otherwise you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.”
Buggy’s mind was on fire, divided between his concern for you and his threatened ego. In an outburst, without thinking, he sent his blades to your aggressor.
“YOU WON’T HAVE ANYTHING, PIECE OF SHIT” he screamed.
The man in front of him dodged them easily, and an evil grim grew on his face. Without another warn, he stabbed you in the back and threw you on the ground.
“no, NO, NO”
Buggy screamed, dropping his weapon to run to you. The other captain called back his men.
“Come on guys, it didn’t work."
With a disgusted face and a mocking smile, he passed by Buggy who was desperately trying to stop your bleedings and added
"We should have guessed that this pathetic clown couldn’t care about someone more than about his treasures. Take everything you find on your way. We leave.”
Buggy heard him but didn’t care. He was on the knees, tears going down to his cheeks, holding you close to his chest.
“No, no, no Reddie, babe, please no”
Blood splashed from your wound, soaking his clothes, and your eyes started fading. He took you in his arms, grabbing you even closer to him, chasing red strands of hair from your eyes. He was talking to you with a nervous laugh, a sad grin on his face, way different than his habitual smile.
"Baby, doll, my love, you're stronger than that, right ? you promised to never leave me again remember ? You're not gonna break your promise right? Come on Reddie babe stay with me"
You weakly touch his cheek, breathing heavily. In your eyes, he was reading an instinctive terror.
You tried to speak, but not a single word came out of your mouth.
You closed your eyes and your body fell in his arms, inert.
It’s been hours… days… or weeks… you didn’t know.
Last things you remembered were Buggy face, terrified, covered in tears, and a crippling pain in your chest right above your heart.
You didn't know why you felt this weak, during the fight. It was like your body betrayed you. You were nauseous for the last few days, and fucking tired. An easy prey for an assailant.
Weakly, you opened your eyes, recognizing the room around you. You've been there before… it was .. the vogue Merry's hold ? You blinked, hearing a sob by your side. Buggy ? And… what was this thing next to him… a plush ? a... talking plush ... ?
You understood you were probably lost in another fever dream, and closed your eyes back.
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"She will get better soon. I promise."
Buggy looked at Chopper. Fuck, he couldn't get used to it. When he heard about the new strawhats medic, he didn't exactly imagine it like a talking reindeer with childish behavior.
After the attack, Buggy did everything he could to save you. Fortunately the knife didn't hit your heart, and he managed to stop the bleeding with what he had on board. However, your condition was only getting worse. You threw up a few times and your fever spiked. Till this point, his crew didn't have a medic. He always thought it would be an unnecessary expense, but the thought of losing you in such a dumb way was insufferable. So he sent Cabaji to find the closest doctor, may it be aboard another ship or on land.
"Boss… I have good news, and bad news" Cabaji said when he returned on the boat.
He hadn’t even finished his sentence that a ship with a straw hat jolly roger pointed to the horizon. Buggy understood immediately, and sighed. Despite all his hate for your former crew, he was ready to accept a truce if this could save your life.
He was a bit perplexed to see how well he was treated by the kiddoes this time. Well, he wasn't really in the same mood as when he was just a head. And he'd been the subject of a thorough body search before gaining the right to remain at your side. And your ancient friends apparently didn't want you to die.
The little beast was, to his great surprise, a pretty good doctor. Afraid and shy at first, when he saw you he immediately changed his behavior and stopped acting like a kid.
"You did well to contact us. Her wounds are infected. She’s lucky to be alive." He said, focused on your state and very serious.
Buggy didn't leave your side, except for commodities, or when Chopper needed to examine your injuries. His makeup was almost totally gone, his hair was a mess and he hasn't had a proper sleep night for days. He wasn't very talkative, which was kinda strange for him. When he came on the boat at first, the straw hats were teasing him as always. But he didn't even answer, his heart and soul focused on you. He was way too proud to say how grateful he was that they saved your life. The only way he could express gratitude at the moment was by not being a pain in the ass to them.
He was really surprised when broccoli hair, after visiting you, put a friendly hand on his shoulder before leaving the room, without saying anything. Or when the cook came and placed a dish by his side. "Smoked fish. A bit late, sorry" he said. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. It was so unnatural. On another hand, knowing that the strawhats didn't hate him as much as he did always annoyed him, threatening is ego in a very strange way.
The atmosphere on the boat was heavy. He had only one desire: to go back to his own ship, with you by his side, and to his habitual hate for Rubber boy's crew.
A tiny voice drew him from his thoughts.
"Buggy, she's waking up." Chopper said.
Buggy stood up and got close to you, impatient to hear your voice again.
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This wasn't a fever dream.
You were aboard your former ship.
Buggy was here and he didn't have any anger outburst since you woke up.
Everyone in your former crew was nice with him.
You almost died.
And you were healed by a talking reindeer who talked like a child.
What a fucking strange world.
You opened your eyes a few days ago. Buggy almost jumped on the bed, covering you in kisses, hugging you with all his forces. After Chopper told him that you needed to rest and that he should be careful, he only let his hands caress your features while the rest of his body was sitting in a chair by your side.
“You scared me so much, holy shit Reddie I was so afraid…, he whispered.
- Hey, you can’t get rid of me this easily” you whispered, still weak, but so happy to see him.
For a moment, you just shared an intimate silence.
Your former crewmates came one by one to see how your recovery was going. You felt so much relief seeing how well they took your departure. Living by Buggy's side, you constructed a very particular definition of loyalty. You thought they would hate you for having left, but they seemed just happy to see you.
Luffy was the first one to come.
"REDDIE !!!" he screamed, before jumping on you and hugging you hard in his arms, making you suffocate.
Buggy grumbled by your side and you could easily guess that it was hard for him to not explode in rage seeing Luffy acting so brutally, while himself was restraining to squeeze you against him the hardest that he could.
"Comon, comon rubber boy, you're gonna reopen her wounds" Buggy grumbled, sending his hands to grab him by the shirt like a kitty and put him back on his feet - Luffy arms stretching a moment before letting go.
Luffy started enumerating all adventures he went through since you left the crew without even catching his breath.
"Missed you too, Luffy" you said painfully, still hurt by his hug attack.
Zoro came later in the afternoon, with a card game. You were surprised to see Buggy and him play poker together without throwing insults at each other, but not so surprised to see Buggy literally sending an eye to Zoro's game. It was so good to see him again. You didn’t realize how much you missed him.
Sanji brought you all your meals with a charming face, and Usopp spent almost an hour talking to you about the time he ate a devil fruit but threw it up so now he was fine. You could see Buggy sat in his chair, arm crossed, grumbling. Damn he was really pissed off. You giggled, and sent him a kiss. Seeing him like this, you almost felt like you were in a family reunion, and that he was your boyfriend trying really hard to be well seen by your family. Which, well, was pretty much the case.
As the sun was going down, Chopper came to change your bandages. He insisted that Buggy left the room so he could have space to do his thing.
"Y'know I already saw her tits you rat … lucky you are I have to pee" Buggy mumbled, leaving the room however.
After Chopper left and before Buggy came back, Nami snuck into the room.
"Oh Reddie" she whispered before hugging you.
After a small talk about how you felt and how life was going, she suddenly looked at you, a serious concern in the eyes.
"Listen Reddie I don't have much time.I want to talk to you before Buggy comes back. I know you chose to leave, I know you love him, but I'm still worried about you sweetie."
You were about to reply but she stopped you, and put something in your hands. You looked at it. It was an earpiece den den mushi.
"I used something like this when I was still under Arlong's control. It is very discreet, you could easily hide it somewhere on your boat. Reddie if anything goes wrong with Buggy…
- Oh Nami you really don't have to worry. I know he's not really your favorite person but…
- Please Reddie. Promise you'll call."
Her eyes were full of a silent fear, and you couldn't really blame her. She didn't know Buggy like you did, she didn't know what you shared with him, and probably only still saw in him the bad sociopath clown who destroyed Orange Town. You would be worried too if one of your friends left you suddenly to follow a man like this. You smiled at her softly, and put the device under the pillow.
"Sure Nami. If anything goes wrong, I'll call. Girl promise."
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Night finally fell, allowing you to enjoy a moment alone with Bugs.
At first he insisted on sleeping in his chair, not wanting to reopen your wounds. But some lip biting and playful puns from you had wise of the poor clown. He took off his clothes and joined you under the cover for a tender embrace.
You felt like you were crystal made under his hands. It was so different from everything you shared with him before. Buggy was an expert for passionate quickies in random places and for making things rough and louds. This night, however , his gestures were soft and careful, filled with concern. All your body was more sensitive than usual - especially your breasts, probably due to your injuries. Every touch of Buggy felt electric.
The silence in the room was only broken by small pleasure sighs and your panting respirations. As both of you were reaching your climax, you took his head in your hand and with an infinite tenderness you kissed his nose. Buggy's eyes opened wide, and he started laughing, before biting your neck. All your body melted, submerged by the adoration you felt for him.
In the afterglow, he spooned you tenderly, his arms crossed on your chest, carefully not touching your wounds.
"I love you so fucking much, redhead bitch." Buggy whispered to your ear.
You shivered. It was the first time he told you that he loved you, casually, frontally, without having a panic attack or hiding it behind a silly joke. You let yourself go in his arms a bit more.
"I love you too, stupid clown"
You said softly, falling asleep against him, butterflies in your stomach as you were hearing his heart pounding behind you.
Buggy's arms were crossed and he looked away, pretending he wasn't listening.
The two of you were right in front of the makeshift bridge going from the strawhats boat to his own. Chopper was telling you how to take care of your injuries on your own. You had to stay a few days on Merry in order to recover, and damn those were the worst days of his life, between his concern about you and the fact he felt like a leashed dog with this stupid truce…
For a moment, he was scared seeing you so happy with your former crewmates. A vivid insecurity punched his heart. What if she realizes she is more happy with them ? What if she left me again for them?
He couldn't support the idea of losing you another time. However, the night you shared in your tiny medical bed chased his pains away. You were his. Even if he couldn't get rid of all his trust issues this easily, he felt better.
He raised an eyebrow looking at Chopper. The little beast was still telling you how to take care of your scars after healing.
"Guy, listen, I know how to take care of my wife, can we go now ?" Buggy mumbled, impatient to break the truce.
He would never admit it but of course he actually listened to every single word Chopper said. He didn't want to lose you with another infection. He has been so scared, when you almost died in his arms. He never felt so scared in his entire life.
Since you left the bed, one of his hands was always on your waist in a protective gesture. He couldn't wait to bring you home and take things back where you left them. To find back your life of freedom, alcohol and lust. To be alone with you.
Chopper stopped talking. Even if he gained trust while Buggy was on the ship, he was still not very reassured beside him. He nodded nervously, before looking at you.
"The most important thing is that you need to rest, and avoid the fights for a moment. In your condition … it would be dangerous for you and the baby.
- … wait, what ?" You said, not sure of what you just heard.
"Oh I thought you knew it ?" The reindeer answered, showing your belly with his hooves. "You're pregnant."
You hiccuped two times.
First when you heard Chopper's words.
Secondly when Buggy's arms literally fell on the ground at your feets.
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OOF THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE, finding a way to combine Chopper innocent & childish personnality with a pregnancy announcement was SO HARD, but it was important for the story that the strawhats helped you and I didn't know how to manage it. Ye I said I didn't care if things were poorly written but still... I have standards. I probably be inactive for a week, my wife and I are going in a romantic trip together. I'll try to write the part VI before going ! Can't wait !! ᕕ(♥ヘ♥)ᕗ
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Beauty of the Blue Pt. 2
A/N- i genuinely didn’t expect that fic to get so much love 🥰 thank you all for your feedback on it, i really do want to write more for him, but for some reason he’s a very tricky character for me to get down correctly. BUT, i’m glad that so many of you have been sending in requests so i get a little more practice for writing him 🖤 I may or may not turn this into a 3 part fic but i haven’t decided yet 😅
Summary- After a week of being on Buggy’s ship, you need to know why he’s been treating you so differently than you had imagined.
Genre- Fluff, Light smut at the end
Warnings- Reader has female anatomy, Buggy being a little bit of a pervert, hinting at smut near the end
Tag List- @lotr-got
(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)
Word Count- 3.6k
If you’d like to read Part 1 you can find it here 🫶
You woke up to the sunlight shining through the window of your room, the gentle rocking of the ship awoke you further, easing your way slowly out of bed.
Your arms were stretched up over your head as you yawned, and a smile slowly came to your lips as you looked around the room.
It was small, but cozy.
Buggy had kept his promise, and he had given you nothing but the best since you’ve made your deal. Your bed had the softest blankets and pillows you’ve felt in a long while, he’d given you plenty of clothes to survive on for the next few months at sea if need be, and of course you were given as much privacy as you needed, only calling for meals as you lay in bed all day if that’s what you wished.
It was an easy life, and to be honest it was quite nice not having to ask for much anymore. You had been given every little thing you had asked for, and if his crew couldn’t get you what you wanted, Buggy would send them off on one of the lifeboats to return with what you needed and more as an apology. Out of everything else you had gotten out of your deal, Buggy was the thing you were most grateful for.
Even the crew had never seen him so eager to get up in the morning to greet you.
Each and every morning you’d woken up to him at your door, already fully dressed and ready for the day, wishing you a good morning with some breakfast if it was ready and tell you of the ships plan for the day. Thus far it hasn’t been too much of a journey. The Big Top was headed to the Grand Line, slowly but surely, and up until this point you hadn’t been asked to use your beauty to get them much of anything.
Every stop you made, Buggy would ask if you needed anything at all while they were stopped, and it felt nice to not have to be the one doing the work to get you what you needed. It was strange, having someone always doting on you rather than the other way around.
Buggy had been nothing but kind and respectful to you since you came aboard his ship, and he made sure the crew had been giving you the same treatment. You couldn’t be more grateful. Only a week in, and your life had already been changed for the better.
Though one thing had been on your mind since that night at the bar.
You figured that Buggy would’ve wanted something from you in return by now, and yet he had not asked for one thing. No intimacy, no private time together, nothing. Each and every time you had been given an offer by another captain they always wanted one specific thing from you, they made that clear, and you didn’t give it up that easy. Buggy won you over because you knew that if that was what he wanted, you wouldn’t be opposed to giving him a little something extra in return for giving you such treatment aboard his ship. And yet, he was always so respectful.
Giving you his arm to guide you wherever you went together, letting you have your privacy when you changed or bathed, and though it was nice to be able to not expect him to come into your room every night and leave after getting what he wanted, you started wishing he would.
You had caught yourself sneaking longer glances over to him, smiling whenever his gaze met yours. His touch would linger on you for a few moments longer than normal and you never wanted that sensation to leave your skin. You’d lay in bed at night wishing that you had someone warm laying next to you to hold you in their arms. You wanted it to be him.
He had already shown you another side of him, the side that could be caring and compassionate if need be, but you wanted so much more. You came onto this ship agreeing that you would be his, but now you wanted him to be yours.
Your legs hung over the edge of your bed and you smiled when you heard that familiar knock at your door.
“Come in!” You said in between yawns.
Buggy had entered with a smile, his captains hat off, a small tray in his hands with your breakfast.
“Good morning.” He said with a smile as he placed the little tray next to you on the bed, “My, my, that beauty sleep really does wonders on you.”
You giggled and looked at your hands in your lap to try and hide your blush. You had heard the way he spoke to his crew and to the islanders he had come across when going in for more supplies, and he had never used that tone with you.
“I’m glad you think so.” You reached out and sipped the tea he had brought you, “What’s on the agenda today, captain?”
“Not much more than what we did yesterday.” He approached you and sat on the other side of the tray, “No islands around, the nearest one is around a day away, so we’re just going to sail and see how long it takes us.”
You nodded and quickly grabbed the fork, picking at the little plate of fruits you were brought,
“Anything for me to do today?” You asked him, but he shook his head.
“Not a thing my dear.” He smiled and stood back up, “You just do whatever it is you always do, and i’ll take care of the rest.”
He placed his hand onto your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, making sure none of the red on his lips transferred. He smiled down at you for a moment before clearing his throat, looking to the floor. His gaze left yours and the smile on your lips slowly faded. For some strange reason, everything felt so right with him there.
You didn’t feel alone.
“Wait!” You said to him, quickly grasping his hand and lightly pulling back, giggling as you saw it pop off of his wrist as it held yours, “Sorry…” He stepped forward and you held his hand back up to his arm, feeling the slight stretch at his wrist as it reattached itself to the rest of his body, “I still forget sometimes.”
“It’s alright,” He smiled and slowly removed his hand from yours, moving it to the side of your head, petting your hair back as he looked down to you, “I forget too sometimes…”
You shared a comfortable silence with one another, and as you looked into his eyes you could see his gaze wander and linger onto your smiling lips. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same. Though covered in red makeup, you always admired how kind his smile was.
“Would you…” You started, your train of thought being interrupted by him again. Damn him and his pretty blue eyes.
Your hand moved from your side to rest on top of his as it rested at the side of your head so tenderly,
“Would you stay? I just…” You took a deep breath, collecting yourself as he sat next to you once more, your breakfast tray being moved to the side to give himself more room, “I need to know. Why have you not asked for…” You wracked your brain, trying to find the best way to ask without blatantly having to say it, “more, from me?”
He carefully cocked his head to the side, unsure for a few moments as to what you could’ve possibly meant. When his eyes moved to your lap, watching your thighs slowly and carefully rub together beneath your nightgown, he smirked.
“Is that what you want from me?” He asked you, his gaze returning to your eyes.
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you looked down to your lap to hide any emotion. You weren’t sure how to feel.
As much as you wanted to be able to give Buggy everything he needed, it seemed like he was treating you so much better than any other captain at any of the bars you had gone to ever had. He didn’t expect anything from you in return for him taking you in, and you adored how kind and respectful he was, but you were the one who wanted more. You couldn’t help it.
You shrugged, his finger moving to your chin, tilting it upwards to face him once more.
“Talk to me (y/n),” he said softly, “tell me what thoughts are racing through that pretty little head of yours.”
You took a deep breath and he sat there patiently waiting for you. He wanted to be able to make sure you were living your life to the fullest, anything you wanted you got, and he would make sure of it.
“You treat me differently than everyone else on your ship. You treat me differently than any other sea captain i’ve interacted with. I’ve seen the way you are with your crew, you’re demanding and you’re strong, and a little scary at times.” He chuckled and nodded, agreeing that his behavior with his crew could sometimes be less than rational, “You treat me better than anyone else. Every other captain that’s offered me a deal would always expect something from me in return, and i think you know what that is…” You quietly trailed off, and he could see that this was something that had been on your mind for a while.
You didn’t know why you wanted him so badly, but the way he was treating you was so unusual. At least to you it was. You were fully willing to give yourself to him whenever he asked for it, you figured it was part of your deal, but as the days had gone on he had given you your privacy and alone time, and it was lonely being by yourself at night.
“And you want to know why i haven’t asked for that from you yet, hm?” He asked.
You pursed your lips and nodded slowly. You weren’t sure what to say. Even without being able to fully finish your words, he understood exactly what you were implying.
“Well, a few reasons i suppose.” He moved his hands to hold yours gently in your lap, “The first one being, i respect you more than to just use you as my little pawn. You’re someone who has what so many other people want, and you’re someone who deserves to be shown that you’re more than a beautiful face.” He was talking sternly, seriously, he meant these things truly and deeply and you could feel him tense up as his hands held yours, “I didn’t want you to think that this partnership that we have means that i get to use you as i please, that i have the privilege of letting you be my little plaything and discarding you until you’re needed. I meant what i said in that bar (y/n), when i’m king of the pirates, i want you to be my queen. But that means nothing if it’s forced onto you.” You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, holding onto every word he was saying, “Your safety, your comfort, and your needs are more important to me than this deal we have, and i would never overstep a boundary just because i knew i could.”
You knew exactly why he hadn’t made any moves before.
It wasn’t because he only wanted you for your beauty to get him closer to the One Piece. It wasn’t because he only wanted you to be a pretty little pawn sitting at his side. It wasn’t because he didn’t think you were beautiful enough to warrant those kinds of advances. He had been giving you the time and the space you needed, everything you had asked for.
You were given your own room because you hadn’t said you wanted to share Buggy’s. You were given as much privacy and alone time as you wanted because you hadn’t said you wanted him there. You were always given nothing but the best from him and his crew, and you were more than grateful, but you hadn’t realized just how much control you had with your new found partnership.
Buggy was in charge of the ship and his crew, but you were in charge of Buggy. He would do anything your heart desired just to keep you happy.
“I’m sorry that you misunderstood me at the bar, but i want to make sure you understand this relationship clearly…” He turned his body to face you, the soft fabric of his gloves softly moved as he brought your hands up as he held them, looking into your eyes, “Whatever you want, you get. All you have to do is say the word.”
His gaze never left yours and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. He was just waiting for you to say the word and he was ready and willing to do anything you asked.
“Whatever i want?” You asked, seeing his lips curl into a smile.
“Whatever you want.”
You softly smiled, not caring wether or not he could see how he was making you feel. So warm, so comforted, and though you could still hear the noises of the crew outside your door as they did their work for the day it felt like you were the last two people on earth. He made you feel like the only girl in the world.
“Even if it’s you?” You whispered to him, your eyes finally glancing down at his red painted lips.
He chuckled, and you thought you could see a bit of pink beneath the makeup on his cheeks. It was nice to finally see him flustered for once.
“If that’s what you wish for.”
You enjoyed the silence for a few moments, just basking in one another’s company like you had wished to since you arrived on the ship. Since you came aboard you hadn’t been able to be alone with one another for more than five minutes before one of the crew came rushing to find Buggy to tell him about a new island spotted or if another crew mate wasn’t doing the work that was expected of them. He liked the silence. He liked it with you.
“So…” You trailed off, the silence moving from comfortable to awkward, neither one of you knowing what to do next, “how do we go about this?”
“Well, for starters, i’ll have you and all of your things moved into my quarters. I see no point in leaving you all by your lonesome anymore.” Your eyes got wider and your smile was bigger just at the mention of not having to be cramped up all by yourself, “And of course you’ll get all the same normal treatment, but there will be a few changes with me.”
“Changes?” Your thumbs brushed over the soft fabric of the gloves on his hands, “Such as?”
“You’re going to be seeing me a lot more often than have been my love,” He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, slowly working his way up your arm, kissing it after each new change, “we’ll share my bed, and you’re allowed to be as far away or as close to me as you like,” Your lips curled to a shy smile as he gently kissed your wrist, just imagining the warm feeling of getting to wake up in his arms each morning, “i’ll be at your beck and call, waiting to fulfill every need you have,” His lips moved to just below your elbow and a shiver ran over your body as he moved further upwards, “you’ll always be close to me, i’ll even have my freaks build you a throne so you’ll always be sitting pretty beside me,” You perked up at the thought of being able to sit and watch over the crew next to Buggy, everyone’s eyes on you just watching and waiting for you to make your rule, “and of course, every second you’re with me my dear, every waking moment that you’re here with me,” One gloved hand moved from yours to your chin, keeping it tilted up, making sure he had every ounce of your attention, “you’ll be getting every ounce of love, adoration, and worship that i have to offer.”
You were speechless.
Countless times, again and again, you’d have pirate captains and marine admirals profess their love to you. Crew mates and marines, even fish men and countless others had offered your their undying worship, but this was the first time you believed that someone wanted more than just the ability to say that they were the ones loving you.
Buggy knew you were more than that. And you could see that he really truly meant everything he said.
He didn’t want you because of your pretty face, he didn’t want you because you’re the most breathtaking creature to grace the earth on both land and sea. He wanted you for you. Everything that you had, he wanted. He loved you for more than your body, but for your soul, and he would spend hours, days, weeks, even years if it took that long to show you that he wanted to be the one worthy of having you want him too.
Your hands moved from his and for a quick moment the smile faded from his lips, only to return once he felt your soft fingertips graze his cheeks as you held him close,
“I want your love Buggy… Please?…”
Your breath was cut quickly by his lips pressing into yours, catching you so off guard that you nearly fell back onto the mattress, quickly catching yourself with your arms at your sides.
His lips were dry, yet soft, and you smiled at the gentle tickling of the stubble on his face as it grazed over yours. You couldn’t help but let out a small, needy whimper, finally feeling the rush of electricity run all through your body. And it was just from one kiss.
He pulled away from you slowly, a smile at his lips, and he couldn’t help but chuckle from seeing the little bit of red staining your lips from his makeup.
“I’m sorry,” His hand snaked behind your neck, holding it gently as he leaned down to you and pecked your lips, “I just couldn’t help it.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Your hands did the same, your fingers interlocking behind his neck as his body carefully adjusted over yours, “it’s exactly what i wanted…”
The position you were in was nothing short of provocative.
You arms around him while one of his hands held you close, the other holding him up on the bed as he was leaned over you, your bodies so close to one another. The nightgown that draped over your body had been pulled up to your thighs, and you were wishing he would just get it over with and rip it off of your body, but he was too gentle with you for that. He treated you like your body was made of glass, handling you so delicately like you would break at the slightest hint of pressure. It was actually quite a talent.
His hand slowly moved from your mattress to your thigh, the glove on his hand making you shudder as you felt the corduroy fabric slowly stroking over your thigh. Though you hadn’t even noticed it, your leg had slowly moved upwards, laying just over his hip. A smirk came to his lips as he looked at your lower body, and though he had the opportunity to take a peek between your legs and see the little wet spot on your panties that was entirely his doing, he had no interest in it. He was looking down at your legs, watching them slowly moving back and forth, one at his side and the other laid against the mattress. He was making you writhe, just from a few kisses and his hands on your legs, and he loved it.
“Buggy…” You pleaded with him, just needing him to touch you. He made it so sweetly unbearable to have to wait.
A chuckle escaped his lips and he slowly looked back up into your eyes, giving your body a quick once-over just to fully take in the sight before him.
“All in good time my love.” He leaned forward once more and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “First, i want you to get all settled into my quarters. Why don’t you change and put on one of those pretty outfits i have for you, i’ll grab some of the crew to move your things around.”
He fixed your nightgown back down your legs, taking your hand and carefully pulling you up, his glove wiping away the little red marks his lips left behind.
You took a deep breath, trying to push the feeling of want back down, knowing that he’d give you what you needed eventually. You stood up from the bed and wandered over to the small wardrobe, glancing over to Buggy who had moved himself into one of the chairs across the room. His legs were spread, he was leaned back comfortably, and his eyes never left your figure as a smirk came to his lips.
“Well aren’t you going to get some of the crew?” You asked him, sifting through the hangers in the wardrobe for the perfect little outfit to wear.
“And miss the show?” He chuckled, “I never said i was leaving sweetheart…”
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Part 3.1 (Buggy x Fem Reader Ver.) 18+ : A Hostage Situation
Part 3 of the Buggy the Clown x Reader: A Hostage Situation
Contains: Consensual Sex / Minors DNI 18+
Reader is gender neutral until the smut, then is directed to female terminology (See 3.2 (Buggy x Male Reader Ver.))for male terminology.
Both Part 3.1 and 3.2 are the same story minus some changes in 18+ content but still the same outcome. Feel free to read one or the other, or both! Likes and Reblogs are appreciated! Enjoy!
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A few months have passed since the day Buggy and his crew came to town and your life changed forever. Buggy gave you an option to join his crew, which you begrudgingly accepted at the time, in order to save your own life. You and the rest of the crew were sailing in the East Blue after taking part in another one of Buggy’s pillages performances. It was evening and the ship bustled with merriment and festivities. You lent against the ship’s railing and became lost in your thoughts as you stared out into the calm waves of the sea. You were definitely getting better at your escape acts—from untying yourself while daggers were thrown at you, to stealing from other pirates and marines. You were particularly proud of yourself over the last haul where you managed to steal a few cases of expensive rum and a treasure map from some no-named pirates who mistook you as a civilian.
You sighed and thought back to when your life changed;
You were being led towards the back of the tent before Mohji lifted part of the fabric and you were outside again. You noticed members of the crew moving crates of supplies back towards the ship.
“Well, the ship is this way. Come on then.”
Mohji led you towards the ship—the Big Top—and it was definitely one of the largest pirate ships you had ever seen. Mohji made sure to help you get situated as he showed you to the sleeping quarters below deck.
Among the rows of hammocks and sleeping cots, Mohji stopped and looked around, “Here we are… this hammock is free. There is a shelf you can store your belongings once we set off again.”
You tried to hide your disapproval but forced yourself to be pleasant, “Thanks, Mohji.”
There was an awkward silence between the two of you.
Mohji looked around, “If you need anything, you can-”
You cleared your throat and interrupted him, “-actually I was hoping I could grab some things from my place. You know, like, some extra clothes? I have some whiskey I was saving. Figured I could give that to Buggy, uh, I mean I guess I should call him ‘Captain’ now.”
Mohji seemed disinterested to help you but crossed his arms with a sigh, “Fine. If you try to run though I’ll have Richie eat you.” You raised an eyebrow, “I promise, no funny business,” you groaned to yourself, “who is Richie?”
Mohji chuckled, “My lion. I am THE best beast tamer after all.” He noticed the weird look you were giving him before he frowned, “well, whatever, hurry up.”
You were broken from your thoughts as Mohji and Buggy’s second mate Cabaji stood next to you.
You could tell they had been celebrating and drinking heavily already as Mohji slapped your back, “Hey good job (Y/N)! This rum is fantastic, how did you even know where to look?”
You steadied yourself after being smacked but chuckled, “Call it intuition. If I tell you guys my secrets you won’t have a reason to keep me in the crew.”
Cabaji rolled his eyes and took a drink from his mug, “We all know that won’t happen the way the Captain acts around you.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes, “This again? Cabaji you’re cut off, you’re drunk.”
Cabaji made a ‘tsk’ noise with his teeth, “I’m not drunk enough. Anyway, what are you doing over here all alone? You’re one of us, you know.”
You sighed and turned to face the crew, your back against the ship railing, “Yeah, I know. Guess I’m not really in the mood tonight.”
You watched as Buggy was louder than life and center stage, so to speak, of the party taking place on the deck.
You were not going to admit it, but Buggy had been acting strange around you lately. His behavior made you feel distant and wondered what you did wrong to have him act so cold towards you. You had started to grow attached to the clown and the pirating life. However, it seemed the harder you worked, the more strange Buggy acted towards you. You stared at Buggy and how happy he looked being the center of attention.
Cabaji and Mohji shot each other a glance before they grabbed one of your arms and dragged you back towards the party.
“H-hey wait, what are you doing?!” You asked as you tried to wiggle out from their grip.
Mohji shook his head, “Come on (Y/N), whatever is bothering you, worry about it tomorrow. We’re partying tonight.”
There was no point to argue with the men as you sighed defeated but regained your footing, “Alright, fine, fine. Get me some alcohol then.”
Cabaji and Mohji smirked and nodded before they roped you back into the festivities. You realized you enjoyed hanging out with Cabaji and Mohji. You did not realize how late it had gotten until the two men were so drunk that they were performing their acts in front of the other crew mates who were still drinking the night away in celebration. You realized you did not see or hear Buggy anymore either. You assumed he must have retreated to his cabin, whether to fix his make-up, change or sleep. Regardless it was the perfect opportunity to hand deliver the expensive rum you hid from the rest of the crew and to finally ask why he was acting strange around you. You downed what was left of your drink before slipping below deck to where you stashed your belongings. You used a burlap sack to gather the expensive rum together before you quickly made your way to Buggy’s cabin.
Your hand gripped the top of the burlap tighter as you stopped at Buggy's cabin. You lifted your hand to knock on the door but hesitated. You exhaled shakily and with a frown dropped your hand.
“Why do I feel so stupid,” you mumbled, “he’s probably asleep anyway.”
You decided to call it a night and slowly drug your feet towards the crews’ sleeping quarters. As you turned the corner however, you bumped right into Buggy himself. He grabbed your shoulders roughly to steady himself since you caught him off guard.
"Hey, watch where the hell you're going, huh?" Buggy raised his voice annoyed before he realized it was you who bumped into him. Like flipping a switch his whole tone changed, "oh, (Y/N), what are you doing down here?"
He did not seem to know where to put his arms right away as he first crossed them over his chest before he took a step back and instead rested a hand on the nearest wall, and placed the other hand on his hip, which effectively blocked your path.
You could not seem to meet Buggy’s gaze as you carefully extended the burlap towards your captain, "I saved you the best of the spoils from earlier. They’re vintage. I thought I’d give them to you personally so the others wouldn’t drink it all."
Buggy raised an eyebrow, “Really? No shit.”
He straightened up and took the burlap from you, his hand briefly brushed against yours that sent a jolt throughout your body like lightning.
You looked at Buggy as he opened the burlap and without thinking blurted out, “Captain what the hell did I do that you’re acting so, I don’t know, so different around me?”
Buggy seemed to ignore the contents of the burlap and was now focused entirely on you. You swallowed hard as it looked like Buggy was about to snap from your raised tone of voice.
Buggy detached his hand that was holding the burlap as it floated next to him as he took heavy steps towards you.
“So you want to know what you did that has me acting differently around you?” He exhaled a breath through his teeth as he stood in front of you.
He huffed as he looked at you, his shoulders rose and fell as his fist balled. He opened his mouth to say something before growling and instead hit the wall next to the both of you.
He stared at the wall, “You didn’t do anything (Y/N), I did something. It was my dumb ass that started falling for you. I thought staying away from you would help, but only made me want you more.”
You froze processing what Buggy had just said to you. You thought you drank too much and had to be dreaming right now but no, you were awake and Buggy confessed feelings he had for you to you. There was a moment of silence that only made Buggy more angry but this time with embarrassment.
Buggy rolled his eyes so hard his head practically rolled off his shoulders as he yelled defensively, “Oh great now you probably think I’m some massive creep right? Go on (Y/N), say it! Lay it on me then!”
“I like you, too Buggy.” You stared right at Buggy and he stared at you as if he did not hear you right. You repeat yourself, “I said I like you, too Buggy. A lot actually.”
Buggy stared at you for a moment. You were worried at his silence before his lips curled into a smile and he laughed.
Buggy shook his head and chuckled, “Well, how about that.”
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You do not remember how you ended up in Buggy’s cabin but both yours and Buggy’s clothes were thrown about everywhere with reckless abandon as you both explored each other’s bodies with your hands. Both of your lips crashed onto one other which left you both panting and gasping for air. After a moment Buggy broke away from the kiss.
“On the bed, now!” Buggy growled deeply before he threw you on his bed.
You landed comfortably and sat up on your elbows to watch him as he crawled from the foot of the bed over on top of you. Buggy stopped before he pushed you back down on your back and continued to kiss you deeply. You moved your hands to his head where you slid off his bandana and tangled your fingers into his hair. Buggy’s eyes rolled back slightly when you gripped his hair. His hands roamed your body, his leg rested in between your thighs where he teased you with its presence. You tried to arch your back to grind against him but you suddenly felt one of his hands at your hip pinning you down to his sheets.
“Buggy, I-”
You were silenced as he covered your mouth with his other hand and started to mark your skin with bites and kisses. You squirmed under his rough touch as you moaned into his hand, which in turn earned soft groans and sighs from Buggy.
“That’s it, music to my ears sweetheart~” Buggy purred.
Buggy’s hand remained detached on your mouth as he stopped at your breasts where he circled your nipples with his tongue before he nipped and sucked on one and then the other. You felt him smile as your body reacted to his teasing. He continued to mark down your body which left traces of his face paint wherever he paused. He abruptly stopped however and looked up at you; his chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, nervous why he stopped. He removed his hand from your mouth and reattached it to himself.
“Just wanted to make sure I have your permission sweetheart.” Buggy’s expression had softened but his tone was serious.
“Yes, Buggy.” You consented and Buggy grinned before licking his lips.
He hummed, “Alright, I’m gonna make you feel so good baby~”
You arched into his touch as he resumed and kissed below your navel, traveling lower until he flicked your clit with his tongue. The feeling sent a jolt throughout your whole body that made you curl your toes. His hands spread your legs apart as he rested them on top of his shoulders before using his tongue to ready you. His nose pushed against your clit; it caused a strange but pleasurable feeling that had you throwing your head back into the pillow moaning out Buggy’s name not to stop.
You felt close to your climax until Buggy pulled away panting and looked at you before he flipped you over and lifted your hips in the air towards him. You felt him slide a finger at your folds, making your arms tremble and the release of another set of moans from you into the pillow. You could hear Buggy groaning as he held you in place; he stroked himself a few times, lubing himself with his precum, before he pressed against your entrance and slowly entered inside you. You both seemed to moan simultaneously as Buggy gripped your hips tightly before he pulled out, just to push in once again and bottom out.
“Tell me when baby..” Buggy whined as you could feel him twitching inside of you.
Once you gave him the ‘okay’ to continue, Buggy started slowly until he felt that you were comfortable enough for him to pick up his pace. Soon skin was slapping against skin as Buggy groaned and threw his head back. His hand detached again before it floated to your clit and he began to touch you in sync with his thrusts. Your arms trembled as you held yourself up the best you could while moaning with each one of Buggy’s thrusts. Your body was on fire and you were unsure how much more you could handle with your orgasm quickly approaching. Buggy gripped your hip hard enough to leave a bruise as he let out a loud moan and you felt him release inside of you. His hand continued to stimulate your clit until you found your own release almost immediately after and came, too.
You both collapsed after your climaxes were reached. Soft sighs filled the room as you both laid face down wrapped up in each other out of breath. You could not move a muscle, even if you wanted to. After a moment Buggy rolled off of your back and laid next to you with a tired smile. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him.
“Shit (Y/N), that was something else.” Buggy’s words trailed off until it was nothing more than incoherent mumbling.
Buggy snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him as he dozed off next to you. You smiled and placed your arm around Buggy, too, before you closed your eyes exhausted but happy as you drifted off to sleep.
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Make my coffee sweet and warm, just the way you used to lie in my arms
The idea for this fic came to me when I was sitting in a coffee shop and saw a barista with purple hair. Pain continues leading me to art :) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
Buggy and Fem.Reader - Masterlist is here.
Description: You were sitting in a coffee shop for work. The barista was Buggy.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI (sorry not sorry).
Words: 1791
Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots
The title is taken from “One Cup of Coffee” by Bob Marley.
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“This latte is disgusting!” You were sitting in the coffee shop with your friend.
“It could be worse, Y/N.” Your friend said, sipping her espresso.
“Oh, yeah. This’s not coffee, this's some kind of slop.” You opened your laptop and took out a notebook. “So, what do we have with the exhibition. Look, I received some corrections from Mr. Thompson he said Mr. Monkey D. Luffy wants this exposure to stand here in the corner, and this one should be moved here. Do you remember how hysterical he threw the last time that his new exposure was not seen? I can't stand another evening like this.” You added more sugar to the cup. “No, it's impossible to drink. Wait for me, I'll be right there.”
You slammed your palms on the table and went to the counter. There was no one behind it.
“Hey, who's making coffee here? Hey?” You knocked on the table.
"Why are you yelling, sweet cake?!” A tall man with a red nose, blue hair and makeup on his face came swaying from the kitchen. “I have a terrible hangover. What do you want?”
“At least that explains why we drink disgusting coffee in the morning.” You looked at him, crossing your arms. “Do you even know how to brew it? Or did you take makeup lessons instead of barista courses? Sorry, but your crossed bones on your face and smeared lipstick look much better than the crap you served us in these cups.”
“Fuck it. Do you have anything substantive to say? I was actually sleeping.” The man scratched his head and poured himself some coffee from the coffee pot. “It's a good coffee. So, do you have any other complaints?” He leaned his elbows on the counter.
You growled, slammed your palm on the table again and went to your table.
You sat with your friend, discussing the exhibition, when she suddenly received a message.
“Damn, Y/N. This is Thompson. He says there is an urgent order, a certain Mr. Jinbe will be exhibiting in the central gallery. I’ll leave for a couple of hours and come back.”
Your friend packed her things, grabbed her laptop and quickly ran away. The only people left in the coffee shop were you, the clown barista and a couple of customers who came in to take their coffee to go. You carefully watched the barista, who dropped every single item he grabbed in his hands, cursed under his breath and did not behave very kindly with visitors.
The clown made two lavender rafs, practically threw the cups on the counter, took the money, and swore again as the customers left. He muttered something under his breath and headed towards the front door. You watched him out of the corner of your eye.
“What are you doing?” You asked, watching him change the sign on the door to “closed.”
“I’m closing the coffee shop, can’t you see it?” He muttered.
“It's only 8 am.” You answered, looking at your watch.
“So what? I’m already tired. Why can’t they drink coffee at home?” The clown walked along the counter, turned behind it, and took out a bottle of whiskey.
“Great. The clown locked me in a coffee shop at 8 am, and he is already drinking whiskey.” You smiled and started typing. “Make me more of your disgusting coffee, since I'm stuck with you.”
He growled in response, rolled his eyes, quickly took a sip of whiskey and began making coffee. At that moment you received a call.
“What do you mean you won't come back?” You asked in surprise. “Damn. Call me when you're done.” You threw the phone on the table. “Crap.”
“Bad morning?” The clown asked, pouring coffee into your mug.
“Not your business!” You barked.
“Easy, sweet cake! Your coffee.” He came over and set you coffee and a plate of eclair.
“I didn't order this.” You pointed at the eclair.
“At my expense. To smooth out your morning.”
“Oh. Thank you.” You pushed the plate towards you.
He sat down opposite you and took a sip from the bottle. “What are you doing?” He asked, putting his foot on the table.
You raised an eyebrow. “Working.”
“I understand that. I mean, what do you do for a living?”
“Ah, I’m an exhibition coordinator.” You took a sip of your coffee and cleared your throat, “Oh my god. Did you put whiskey in my coffee?”
“Now it's more fun, right?” He laughed.
“You're an idiot?” You wiped your mouth with your palm.
“Oh, don't be so boring. What's your name, by the way?”
“What? Shit! Y/N. And your name? The man who pours whiskey into his coffee.” You chuckled.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Buggy!” He held out the bottle to you. You looked at him for a few seconds, then took the mug in your hand and lightly clinked it against the neck of the bottle.
You took a sip of your coffee and took a bite of your eclair. “No, the coffee is disgusting. And with whiskey it got even worse.”
Buggy took your mug, poured the coffee into the nearby flowers and poured you some whiskey.
“I can’t drink. I’m working, Buggy!” You looked at him for a while, then pushed the glass closer and took a sip of the whiskey.
“Have a wonderful day at work, baby!” He raised his glass and winked.
He took a sip of whiskey, loudly put the glass on the table, and walked out the door into the kitchen. You were calmly typing the text when you heard a crash from the other room.
“Hey, you. Buggy. Are you alive?”
There was no answer.
You took another sip of whiskey and stared at the door. You took another drink, then got up from your seat and went to the kitchen.
You carefully looked behind the door. “Is there anyone? Are you alive? I heard a noise.” The sound of swearing reached you. You walked towards Buggy and saw him with a burnt hand.
“What happened?” You asked, approaching him.
“I took out fucking trays with fucking croissants.”
“Do you have a first aid kit?” You asked, looking at his hand.
Buggy glanced at the box. You took out your bag of medicine and took his hand.
“What are you doing?” He asked in surprise.
“I’m treating your hand, idiot. Who goes into the oven without gloves.”
“Don't touch me!” Buggy tried to pull his hand back, but you held it tightly.
“No way. I'm stuck here with you, and I can't let the only person with the key lose his arm because of stupid croissants.”
Buggy looked at you with his green eyes, not understanding why you were showing concern. You wrapped his hand in a bandage and gently ran your fingers over his palm.
“There you go. Just like new, huh?” You smiled and didn’t even realize how you ran your hand through his blue hair. Buggy kept his eyes on you and suddenly took your hand. You ran your fingers over his cheek and chin and didn’t realize how you pressed your lips into his.
Buggy abruptly wrapped his arms around you, turned you around and sat you on the table.
You took off his shirt and began to unbutton his pants as he ran his lips down your neck.
“Fuck, I've never done anything like that.” You whispered, taking off your t-shirt.
“Me too, sweet cake.” Buggy said between kisses.
“It's your fucking whiskey.” You ran your hands over his biceps.
“Maybe,” Buggy said, taking off his underwear and pants.
“I'll give you a bill for ruining my morning.” You said, pressing your lips against his. You felt his tongue slide between your lips. You moaned through the kiss.
“Oh, Y/N, I’ll pay you right now.” Buggy took off your skirt and underwear. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as you felt him enter you sharply in your aching cunt.
“Fuck!!” Your skin heated up, the burning sensation flared up.
Buggy’s lips captured yours greedily. The spark that lighted up you inside made your hips grind and reached up to run your fingers through his long hair. His gripped on your wrist and thigh tightens, pressing your thigh against his as he growls, leaking desire and sex.
“Oh, shit. So good!” You felt his teeth nipping your lips, his hand squeezed your ass and the other touched your nipples.
Buggy gripped your ass tightly, putting cock deeper in your cunt. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re amazing.”
“Don’t stop, please!” You whispered.
The kitchen table shook from the force of him, bowls and utensils fell off the table. You threw your head back, and Buggy used the opportunity to mark your shoulders with his lipstick traces, growling, grunting, hearing your moans.
“So good, Buggy. Just fuck me.” Your hands hooked against his back. That was all new. New sensations from the way a strange clown barista fucks you.
As you clung to him and move closer to him, you moaned against his lips as his pace quickens.
“You like that, Y/N?” He thrusts wildly, your name moaning on his lips as his arms tighten around you. Cunt tight around his cock as he hammered against your cervix, he loved the feeling of you.
“Fuck, Buggy!” You moaned his name loudly, your eyes rolled, it was hard for you to focus on anything else, only on his cock fucking you senseless.
Your legs trembling as they tighten around his waist, your body shaking against him, nails digging hard. Your cunt clenches around Buggy's cock, feeling every curve, every vein as he fucks you harder, when you are arching your back. His lips on your neck, growling loudly and grunting with every thrust.
“Scream for me, my sweet cake.” Buggy whispered in your ear.
And you cried out, the pleasure still comes as he fucked you. Ecstasy flew through your veins, each touch scalding you. His cock insulted your insides and your body shook and convulsed, completely overwhelmed by his power.
Buggy kissed your cheek, sighing, grunting, growling, praising your body with every hammering thrust. His hips moved faster, stuttering, your body almost completely limp in his arms except for yours still tightly gripping his shoulders and clawing.
Buggy’s thrusts became harsh, his hands squeezed your body tightly, his breathing became ragged and raspy between moans. His rough breaths, rumbling moans as he threw his head back, when he came.
Both panting against each other, pressing themselves against each other, Buggy pressed his cheek against yours, inhaling deeply to take in your scent.
“The sex was amazing, Buggy. But the coffee is still crap.” You said and kissed him on the lips.
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"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [5/...]
“Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, I'll be there on their side. I'm losing by their side.”
— Mitski, "Bet On Losing Dogs"
Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6
Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends.
It's been a few weeks since the events in Orange Town, and Luffy notices something that others do not. So, he decides to ask you.
Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, No (fully bodied) Buggy this chapter, Luffy being the precious cinnamon we all love and must protect above all else, flashbacks about Shanks, past discussions, Luffy and Reader have a heart-to-heart.
A/N: I was initially going to write them going to the Baratie this chapter, but it became too long so next one for sho.
Taglist:@kurinhimenezu, @carpinchootaku, @ay0nha, @teh-vampire-bunny, @lokiscure, @internationalsuper-spy @detectivesparrow , @yuriwk, @notyuralycat, @angeli-fucking-cat, @machinema7k (If you want to be tagged for this story, just send me a message or leave a comment :))
You're sitting by the table in Party's bar, nursing a cold glass of rum against your cracked lips as you observe to the kid - Luffy - demonstrating his newfound Devil Fruit powers without any regard for poor Makino's furniture.
You don't get him, at all. Then again, you don’t get kids.
You've never thought of yourself as someone who easily got along with them ... or people in general. Shanks has always been the better-suited one for that kind of work. Whereas he is smiling and grinning at the kid’s mischief, you've barely offered him more than a glance at most.
Your crew has been positioned in Foosha village for the better part of the month, stacking up on resources and food in preparation for your next job. Incidentally, the Red-Haired Pirates also happened to be in town for similar excursions. You rarely see Shanks nowadays since you parted ways several years ago, but whenever you happen to come across one another, you share a drink on his tab.
While your crew is around and about, replenishing their strength and vigor for the work to come, you're content with just sitting here at your leisure. When you're not plundering or fighting or attacking Marine bases, you can't find it in yourself to do much of anything anymore.
Nothing adds any purpose to your life save for what keeps you fed and clothed, which in the life of a pirate, simply means pirating.
"I've heard you had good fortune on your latest heist," Shanks says from where he's sitting opposite of you. "For your efforts, the Marines have granted you among the highest bounties in all of the East-Blue."
You hum noncommittally in response, not offering much to the conversation in terms of merriment. "The quality of the Marines has been in decline. It says more about their effort, or lack thereof, than mine."
"Do you know what they call you nowadays?"
"They call me a lot of names, you got to be more specific."
"'Cross-Hairs, the Beast of the East'. It's got a certain ring to it, don't you think?"
"Sure."
Shanks smiles the kind way he always does. Always has done.
"Gum-Gum Pistol!"
The sound of yet another chair breaking has you rolling your eyes without even looking, and poor Makino ages ten years in seconds across the bar counter.
"Luffy!"
"Sorry!"
Shanks laughs heartedly at the display, only to cut it short upon noticing Makino's even glare sent his way from across the bar.
"You were careless," you state matter-of-factly and take another gulp from your drink. "You should've kept the fruit hidden more securely."
"Now, in my defense, I didn't think the lad would searching through my loot."
"Well, you should've." You slam your glass down, strong enough to leave a dent in the wooden surface. "What kind of captain leaves his loot undefended and unsupervised? Especially when it contains a Devil Fruit?"
Shanks doesn't argue with your statement and settles with taking a gulp of his own drink, letting your words simmer in his head. "You're right, I should've been more observant. Now, it'll be more difficult for him to achieve his dream."
"His dream? Of what? Becoming the King of the Pirates?" Try as you might, there's no suppressing the snort that escapes through your nose. "There's only ever been one King, and we all saw what happened to him. What do you think is going to happen to a kid who can't even swim?"
"Oh, come off it!" He gives you a playful nudge to the rib, which you reciprocate with a glare. He remains undeterred. "You mean to tell me you've never thought about finding the One Piece? Not even once?"
"I have no interest in whatever plunder Gol D. left behind."
"Then, what does interest you?" He rests his elbow on the edge of the table and leans over to your side. "What is your dream?"
You grit your teeth under your lips, a flash of blue circulating in your head. "Dreams are for fools and children," you point your head to where Luffy is currently sitting, trying to put the chair back together with a half-empty tube of glue and little luck.
"Come on, I know you better than that. Surely there's something in this world you want more than anything?"
"What I want is ..." You have half a mind to tell him the truth, whereas the other half wants to push the idea further down to the bottom of your chest. "Is another bottle of rum."
You raise your arm to Makino to gesture for another one, but Shanks is quick to lower it with a gentle shove of his arm. You flash him a scowl and brush off his hand, but unlike your crew or anyone else, he's not afraid.
"The point which I'm trying to make before you're completely pissed," he starts. "Is that no matter how much opposition one faces, it's that dreams are never out of reach if you have the will to reach for them."
He inclines his head over your shoulder, and you turn around to see Luffy successfully putting the chair back together. You don't know how he did it - it looked pretty busted minutes ago - but there it is, wholly intact.
And when the boy smiles, it's so vibrant and full of joy that it's almost blinding. He proudly runs over and shows the repaired chair to Makino, who proceeds to pat his head and hand him a plate of food.
"See?" Shanks grins. "Nothing is impossible."
"You can hardly consider putting a chair back together the same as achieving an impossible goal."
He shrugs. "Maybe not, but you won't know unless you try. All it takes is a little spirit."
You watch Shanks for a couple of minutes in silence, processing his mythic words, then shift your attention over to Luffy who's preoccupied with shoving an unholy amount of food into his mouth. If this is to become the future King of the Pirates one day, then it'll be an interesting future indeed.
"A little spirit, huh?"
— — —
You're sad.
Luffy first notices it when you leave Orange Town, and it lingers throughout your voyage.
For as long as he's known you, you've always been a person of relatively few words; never speaking unless you feel the situation requires it, and only acting when necessary. Even following the Kuro situation™, getting the Going Merry, and adding Usopp to his crew, he can tell that you're not all there anymore.
Not to be mistaken, you're not conspicuous with the way you behave. You still act like usual, talk like usual, however little, and commit yourself to your work on the ship, almost to an excessive extent.
All in all, nothing’s changed about you. However, he’s gotten used to your face and general lack of expression most of the time, and though it doesn't seem to alter, he still catches onto the fact that you're sad.
"Hey," he asks the group and props himself in the kitchen, legs crossed atop his seat. "Do you think she's any different?"
"Who? Your friend?" Nami asks, raising an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Well, I think she's sad."
"Doesn't look any different to me," Zoro supplies while polishing his swords on the table.
Usopp's in the middle of munching a piece of loaf, and answers with his mouth still halfway occupied. "Dunno how she usually is, but she's kinda terrifying if you ask me."
"No, she's not," Luffy dismisses lightly.
"What's her position on the ship, anyhow? How'd you come across her?"
"She's always been with me," Luffy answers without any thought. "And she’s a good fighter.”
Zoro — to everyone’s surprise — nods his head to this in concurrence.
Their Captain claps his hands together to get the subject back on track. "But anyway, I just think she seems kind of down now."
"How can you even tell? With eyes like these, —” Usopp puts both of his index fingers at the crow’s feet of his eyes and draws them back to imitate yours. It’s borderline shameful, truth be told. “— I can’t tell for shit what she’s feeling or thinking.”
“I just can.” Luffy shrugs.
“Has she said anything?” Nami asks. “Anything to make you ask?”
“No, not really.” He heaves a sigh and props his hand under his chin, contemplating. “But she's been different since we left Orange Town.”
"If you ask me," Zoro speaks up. "You should ask her about her relationship with that fucking clown."
"Who? Boogie?"
"Buggy," Nami corrects. "Didn't you notice that at the end? They have a history, it's obvious. They know each other, and I don't know what pirate customs are like nowadays, but I doubt you'd touch the face of an enemy unless there was something going on. Has she said anything about it?"
Luffy shakes his head. “No... but then again, she never does tell me much about anything unless I ask.”
The tangerine-haired girl blinks as if the answer to this whole predicament is obvious. She quickly comes to realize that, to Luffy, it’s not.
“So…” she prompts slowly.
“So…?”
She rolls her eyes at his inability to catch her drift. “Go ask her.”
It’s like the thought never even crossed Luffy’s mind in the first place because truth be told, it hasn’t. He lights up like a candlestick on the spot. “Yeah, I should just ask her!”
“Ask me what?”
The members of the Straw Hat pirates (save for Zoro) withdraw in various unique positions, having not heard you make your entrance before you speak.
You’re standing in the doorway to the kitchen, eyebrow slightly quirked at the Baroque-esque scene in front of you. Deciding not to address the display, you simply ask, “Anything I should know about, Captain Luffy?”
Usopp doesn’t even dare to answer, because he knows you sure as hell don’t see him as a captain in general, much less your captain. He swears he notices you briefly look in his direction at the mention of the title, and a shiver runs across his skin. Like static electricity in the air.
“Oh, yeah,” Luffy turns to you, not an ounce of fear in his eyes as he pops the question. “Are you sad?”
You blink once, then twice, like the inquiry on its own is of unfathomable origins to you. “Do I look sad?”
The boy in the straw hat nods. “I think you do.”
“Then I’m not.” It’s not only an answer, but also a sentence that marks this subject as finished on your part. One that does not permit any subsequent additions.
You incline your head to the deck above. “We’re going to have company soon, likely Marines, and they seem to be in supply of heavy fire this time.”
———
The situation with the aforementioned opponents temporarily distracts the crew, yet Luffy maintains a close eye on you, taking note of anything that can point him to the source of the unknown problem. You talk relatively little with the other crew members, but you seem to have developed an amicable enough relationship with them compared to when you first met.
Before, you could care less about getting to know them. Now, you’re actively going out of your way to ask Nami about her cartographic skills, even giving her tips for additions to her geographical detailing. You provide Zoro pointers on self-developed defensive techniques and ways to paralyze opponents in certain spots (which he seems appreciative of).
You even give Usopp a short nod when he tells you one of his fantastical stories, even knowing that they’re full of shit.
Luffy’s happy, but he still sees that you are not.
It’s all in your eyes. They’re hollow somehow, like the end of a barrel. He doesn’t know how he knows, only that he knows, and he’s known for a good while now.
So, that night, Luffy finds you in the kitchen by the windows, absentmindedly snacking on a red apple while you gaze into the dark nothingness outside. He also discovers that he’s subconsciously become quite observant of your habits as of late.
For example, you specifically pick red apples above any other color when they happen to dock someplace, not even paying any mind to the green or yellow ones. Just the red ones.
“Hey,” he positions himself next to you on the bench, a piece of loaf tight in his hand. “Why are you sad?”
You turn your head just a fraction to the side to look at him, not annoyed, but not appreciative of the focus he’s settled on as of late. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? The Vice-Admiral looks a little weary as of late, after all. Are you sad about it?"
"Nope."
“So why do you insist that I’m sad?”
“Because you are,” he states like it’s obvious.
You huff humorously and return your attention to the window that supplies no real view. “How can you tell?”
“I just can.” He takes a generous bite of his food and continues talking, oblivious to the crumbles that fall while doing so. “When I’m sad, I—”
“Eat?”
“Well, yeah.” He swallows the bite down. “But I also like to talk about it with someone I trust. Shanks used to say that true friends are the kind of people you can share your heart with and not get hurt.”
This annoys you, that much he can tell. A nail digs into the apple you’re holding, leaving a crescent-shaped indent on the red skin. “Shanks said many things, and not all of it's true.”
This doesn’t deter him from pressing on the matter. “If you keep all the hurt inside, it’s going to turn bad. You know, Makino said that if you leave a piece of ham in the fridge too long, it’ll get sour and people can’t eat it.”
“Only you could find a way to compare this sort of thing to food.” You withdraw your finger from the apple and end up leaving it alone altogether. A minute or ten of silence waves between you, laced with unspoken questions and denied answers. “Tell me, Luffy, just how much did Shanks tell you about his past?”
He thinks for a moment, mimicking your movements by putting his loaf aside. “Just about his adventures with the Red-Haired Pirates, and a little about the time you served with him. Is it true you were strong enough to throw a three-hundred-pound man to the ground when you were thirteen?”
He swears it’s a snort that he catches leaving your throat, but it’s hard to differentiate it from your more-than-usual scoffs. “He exaggerated.”
“Really?”
“The man was two-fifty, at most.”
Luffy grins with genuine admiration, so much so that your face tilts back slightly, being overwhelmed by the mere brightness that is him. “Wow! You must’ve been quite a beast when you were a kid!”
He notices it again, the sadness that latches onto your eyes like insects to sour meat. Whatever brief smile adorned your lips moments ago disappears like it was never there at all. Thinking he said something wrong, Luffy prepares to apologize when you speak again.
Your voice is soft yet faint like you’re afraid speaking too loudly will make something bad happen. “It wasn’t just me and Shanks, back then, you know.”
The Captain of the Straw Hats thinks it’s almost unnatural of you to be this demure, but he doesn’t interrupt you.
“Buggy was there, too. It was the three of us, together.”
“Oh, yeah.” He remembers it now. “He did mention that in Orange Town. You served the same crew.”
“… He did, did he?”
“He said you and Shanks betrayed him, but I didn’t believe him.” Luffy knows you and has known you for longer than he’s known a lot of people in his life. You’re one of the few permanent people he’s had, and he knows with a certainty that you’re not the kind of person who leaves anyone behind, not without reason.
Even if you did have a reason for leaving Buggy, it must have been a good one.
Your mouth opens and shuts several times in the span of a minute like you’re hesitating to talk about the past. You’ve never been one to talk about it, except to share some details about your time as captain, and even that was limited to the bare minimum.
Still, Luffy, being in no hurry for you to reach an answer, waits patiently by your side until you do decide to talk about it.
Talk about what he believes is the reason for your sadness.
“We were close back in the days,” you begin slowly. “Me, him, and Shanks. It was us against the rest of the world, and we were going to sail together to the end of the seas one day. It was our dream.”
“Then, what happened?”
You put your palm over both your eyes and rest your elbow on the window frame, heaving a sigh that resembles someone who’s spent too much of their life working and working and working without catching any breaks. Pure, simple exhaustion weighs you down, Luffy can tell.
When you speak next, you sound tired too, and perhaps a little strained. He can’t see your eyes, and so, he can’t truthfully tell what you’re thinking now. “The thing is, I don’t know what happened. All I know is that he decided he didn’t want to stick around.” You breathe through your nostrils. “Our captain was gone, and so was the crew, but we three were still together, and I thought we were going to stay together.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No … We didn’t. I don’t know what happened, but one day when I was talking with Shanks about what to do next, Buggy came in, and it … He looked at me like … Like he hated me.” You exhale. “He did hate me, and I don’t know what it was I did, but he practically told me that we were done … And then he left. I never saw him again, up until Orange Town.”
Luffy doesn’t require your eyes this time to tell that you’re sad now because you are. You’re so sad that it’s destroying you from the inside, and even that is an understatement on its own. There are no tears trickling down your cheeks, no quivers or thickness to your voice, no nothing to base his assumptions on, but he knows.
He stays silent for a short while, doing nothing but look at you. You’re one of the strongest people he knows. He’s seen you fight; seen the strength you possess, the fire in your eyes. You’ve stayed with him ever since Shanks left Foosha Village, you’ve looked after him from the sidelines when you thought no one was watching.
You’ve been with him throughout everything, and seeing you like this makes him feel blue on your behalf. You don’t express it yourself – you never do. You carry your weight with the same kind of strength you always do, never letting anyone see you beyond just that, and sometimes, he wonders if you’re lonely because of it.
At least, now he knows why you’re so sad. You’re heartbroken.
He’s never been acquainted with the feeling himself, has never felt any particular inclination toward it, but he can tell it’s your heart that’s hurting now, and it’s not as easy to heal as that cuts he received on his chest from the butler.
His hat seems to itch the harder he thinks about it, as if there’s something digging at his scalp through his hat. He thought Nami patched it up for him. He tries to scratch at it, but for some reason, it doesn’t cease. Maybe he’s got lice?
He ignores it. “It’s weird. Bunky seems to think you were the one who left him for Shanks.”
“I didn’t.”
“I know. You’re not that kind of person.” He says it so easily, without a smidgen of doubt or hesitation. You look at him through your peripheral vision, and your eyes slightly widen at his statement. “But, do you know what happened between them? Shanks and Bonky, I mean?”
“No, I don’t.” You admit with a shake of your head. You’ve tried to figure it out for years, and at some point, you decided to give up. “Shanks never told me, but whatever it was, it was enough for the stupid clown to leave for… He chose a childish rivalry over me.”
“Then, there you have it. It’s all just a big misunderstanding, so why don’t you just tell him if you meet him again?”
“You seem awfully defensive of the guy who destroyed an entire village and almost drowned you.”
“Yeah, but talking about him seems to make you happy.”
You freeze for a bit, snort, and turn your back to the window frame, leaning back and crossing your arms across your chest in silent resignation. “I tried to explain things to him back in Orange Town, and a fat load of good that did. Like I said, he hates me, and he’s sure as hell not my favorite person at the moment. If we do meet again, it likely won’t end any better than it back in Orange Town.”
“You know, –” Luffy takes another bite of his bread. “It didn’t sound like he hated you.”
“Hmm?” You raise an eyebrow, halfway curious and halfway skeptical.
“He still remembers that you like red apples and that you hide knives in your shoes. Is that true?”
You raise both your eyebrows and look at Luffy like he’s just grown a second head. Without a word, you pull your left foot up until it rests on the bench, and withdraw not one or two knives, but four. Small and subtle, hardly enough to turn any heads, but in a flash, you throw it across the kitchen until it lands on a specific spot on the opposite wall.
Bull’s eye.
“We used to have knife-throwing competitions,” you reminisce idly, staring at the knife lodged deep into the wall. “I was good, but Buggy was better.” Your lip tilts up an inch or two. “We made bets, and whoever lost would have to steal a bottle of whatever liquor we happened to find in the next town we docked at.”
“Oh?”
“I ended up snatching quite a lot of bottles, but once every blue moon, he would have to snatch one instead.” You smile. It’s an actual, genuine, honest smile this time, and Luffy can’t help but marvel at the sight. It’s a rare thing for you to smile like you’re doing now. It’s usually brief or sarcastic and never seems to reach your eyes.
This one does.
He thinks you look pretty when you smile. It’s your smile, and it’s so warm that he wishes you could do it more often. He tells you as much, and a red color falls over your cheek. You promptly turn your face to the other side to save face, and it makes Luffy think.
When he thinks about his dream of becoming King of the Pirates, he can’t stop himself from smiling ear to ear. So, that begs the question: “What is your dream?”
What makes you smile?
“My dream …” You reach for your apple and hold it against your face, the uneaten side of it shining against your face. “Is unattainable.
“I don’t think it is,” Luffy says without missing a beat and takes your hand in his, determined to make you see that. “I think that no matter how much stands against us, dreams are never impossible if you have the will to reach for them. All it takes is a little spirit.”
He doesn’t know where those words come from, but he’s heard them from someplace, and judging by your staggered reaction, you’ve heard them too.
“A little spirit, huh?”
“Exactly! So, please tell me, what’s your dream?”
You look straight ahead into the room, resting your elbows back on the window frame without a word. He thinks you’re about to decline his question or ignore it altogether. However, he’s surprised to hear you actually answer this time, truthfully too.
“My dream was to sail the seas with him again.”
Suddenly, the itchiness on his head stops, and it stays that way.
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ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ɪɴ sɪɢʜᴛ!
Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader
Summary: You have been with Buggy for a long time as his partner and faithful travel companion for at least 2 years. After the encounter in Orange City with the Straw Hats and having lost your precious Captain for several days, you and his crew finally find him but… He's made an alliance with a beautiful woman you don't know, you know Buggy loves you; But you can't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy because of that woman. Buggy notices and well… Let's say he's flattered and will teach you that he's completely yours just like you're completely his
Rating/Warnings: Explicit, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, some spoilers for the anime about LogueTown, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rough Sex, Dom Buggy, Established Relationship, Fem!Reader, Oral Sex F!Reciving, Creampie, ensecurities in the Reader, jealousy on the part of the reader,
Many weeks had passed after the encounter with that straw hat boy who had fought with Buggy, and eventually due to his great confidence he lost, being turned into a small doll with feet, hands and his head, leaving you as the only memory of him what was left of his body. They made Buggy take to the skies and get lost from your side, you were worried, very worried, not only had you kept half of his body and he was somewhat helpless due to his condition but the crew already gave him up for dead. You went to a nearby island, where you were to celebrate his funeral, the whole crew was torn apart, many wept for the loss of their captain; But the one who was most worried was you. You hadn't eaten well for days to sleep, you clung to the torso of your missing lover tightly, still having a hope that he would return
After several events on the island where you were going to do the funeral, Buggy appeared in all his glory, calling with his power his remaining body and recomposing himself to be the complete man you loved so much. Obviously you were all happy to see him alive, in fact, the first thing you did was to go to him with tears in the corners of your eyes and hug him tightly, which he quickly returned to you while caressing your head with the affection that you remembered and longed for so much. After several reunions and hugs, Buggy asked you to follow him, and you and his crew did as the captain ordered, and led them to the shore where a large pink wooden ship with hearts and a large duck's head for a mast was waiting. A woman came out of that boat…Beautiful, she had perfect skin, beautiful black hair, a beautiful body as well as some nice features, the crew obviously came out when they saw her and quickly questioned their captain who this beautiful woman was and Buggy introduced her as Alvira, that woman had helped him while he was lost in the wide ocean and they had made an alliance to be able to finish off that boy with a straw hat. When you heard that, a small shiver ran through your body and a slight pang of jealousy pricked the back of your head, you tried to calm down and put the jealousy aside; But they only got worse…
♡₊˚ 🃏・₊✧
Here you were, sitting in a bar with Buggy, Alvira, Cabaji and Mohji with a cape and hood on which hid your body and face from any curious Marine. You had gone to LogueTown because of information that they had sighted the group of straw hats coming here, so Buggy and… She had decided to go there to meet them and fight. The bar where you were sitting was a bit crowded, the sounds were mixed; but your hearing had been focused on Buggy and Alvira's conversation, listening to all their words while your eyes were fixed on the glass you were drinking, trying not to notice how your attention was completely focused on them. Your body was ablaze with jealousy, your fingers intertwined in the fabric of your pants while your foot drummed due to the little anxiety that flooded your body. You knew perfectly well how much Buggy loved you, you had never doubted him; But in these moments you did begin to doubt. What if they're lovers without you knowing? I mean, that woman was beautiful and had an attractive body that made any man salivate for her. What if Buggy has stopped loving you for her? He was helping him when he got lost, plus they both have the same goal and we mention again their physical appearance. Besides, Buggy didn't spend much time with you those days, he spent his time in the office with that woman talking about his plans, which made your jealousy and insecurities go even worse
A voice snapped you out of your overthinking, you raised your head quickly, still somewhat disoriented, and saw that the caller was Mohji, who was watching you with some concern. Mohji is a good friend of yours, since you set foot on Buggy's boat you had struck up a good friendship, eventually, being such a good friend of yours you had told him what was happening to you those days and what was going around your head. You blinked several times and he cocked his head, "Are you okay Y/N? I see you…" I ask with some concern in my tone, making everyone at the table turn their attention to you, "I'm fine! Perfectly, don't worry… You spoke quickly, not wanting to draw too much attention, as much as they wanted to tell him how you feel to Buggy you were a little afraid of bothering him or something like that, besides, he seemed quite focused on looking for a good strategy.You just sighed and took your drink, taking a sip of this one. "As I told you dear my dear" Alvira said to Buggy as she put her hand on his shoulder, you widened your eyes when you heard her and quickly choked on the drink, coughing it up while you gave yourself a few small strokes on the chest. Dear? Like that dear?! How dare that woman call YOUR Buggy as my dear, who did she think it was? Again everyone looked at you "Are you okay sweet cheeks?, it's true that I look strange on you" Buggy pronounced as he watched you, you quickly shook your head as you took a napkin and wiped your chin of the traces of drink and saliva "I'm fine, I'm fine! I just swallowed badly," you said, letting out a small nervous laugh as you motioned to the waiter to bring you another drink, "Are you sure..?" Buggy muck before being cut by Alvira: "That's your third drink… Are you going to drink more?" He said as he looked you up and down scanning you
You felt your eye twitch and you looked at the woman with a small awkward smile. "Yes... There is, is there a problem?" You said with anticipation to see where it was going, preparing for the worst "Well, as much as we are pirate women we still have to maintain composure... You know, keep the line" He said while taking one last look at your body taking a sip of his drink, how hypocritical. You felt your soul leave your body at her words and return again, just as anger built up in your body and bubbled up in it. You cleared your throat slightly as you watched Alvira leave the glass on the table, who was silently watching your interaction. Buggy looked at Alvira with a grimace, you could see the annoyance and anger in his eyes; But before she could open her big red-painted mouth, Alvira spoke again. "I'm saying this for your own good." You got up from the table and slammed your hand on the wood, making the glasses shake from your blow. You looked at him seriously and immediately turned around. "My thirst has gone, I'm on the boat." You said dryly while As you were walking towards the exit of the bar, Buggy got up behind you; But before he could reach you, you had already left and Alvira had taken his arm to make him stay. "Dear, we must stick with the plan." "Fuck the plan and screw you, don't talk to my girlfriend like that again." He said angrily as he pulled away from the woman's grasp with a disgusted face.
At that moment Buggy's mind was crazy and his body was full of anger, how the hell did that woman dare to say and treat you like that?! He had no forgiveness, anyone who spoke ill to you deserved to be hooked to the spinning wheel and have knives thrown at him until he bled to death. You were a perfect woman, well, perfect was not enough for him, you were great in his eyes! With your beautiful body which he loved and admired every time you are under him, writhing with pleasure while you take him as well as you always do, your beautiful smile that he loves with his whole body every time he lets out a joke or any joke he knows. that will make you laugh, your beautiful hair and your beautiful face with its beautiful expressions, everything about you is perfect for him, and he will not allow anyone to say otherwise! He ran towards the ship and went straight to your room, where the door was closed. He knocked on the door gently while waiting for your response "Honey, are you here? Can I Come in?" He said in a low and sweet tone while he grabbed the door handle waiting for an answer.
In those moments you were lying in a small ball with your eyes closed while thousands of thoughts flew through your head from one side to the other. A part of you wanted to cry because of the helplessness and that feeling of jealousy; But another part of you denied you from crying, rather it forced you not to do so and instead be angry. Alvira had not only made you feel bad because of her comment, but she had also made you distrust Buggy and feel that horrible feeling of jealousy. You tried to swallow your own tears and avoid crying because some couldn't help but spill from your eyes. Hearing a knock on the door you quickly got out of bed and when you heard Buggy's voice you quickly wiped the few tears that had spilled from your eyes "A-come in!" As you gave permission, the door opened and Buggy emerged, who closed the door behind him and quickly went to your side. He got down on his kneesin front of you and placed his gloved hands on your cheeks, caressing them gently, in his eyes you can see his concern for you "Oh darling, are you okay? That damn Alvira, how dare she say something like that about you?! I'll talk later." with her, I'm so sorry" He said with a surprisingly soft tone in his voice as his gloved hands caressed your lips. A spark of warmth spread through your body; but it quickly dissolved when you thought about that woman again, you looked away from Buggy's face and put one of your hands on top of the one that was caressing your cheek "It's okay... Don't worry about it Buggs... Maybe She's right" You said almost in a whisper, Buggy raised an eyebrow in surprise and his hand gave you a small blow on your head, he grabbed your chin and forced you to face his face full of anger "NO, NO, NO! Don't talk nonsense doll "Everything he said was an insult and I'm not going to allow it!" "But, you have an alliance with her, I don't want it to be ruinedfor me... Besides, being the woman she is, she's right.." You muttered in a low tone while you observed Buggy "I don't care about the alliance! I just want to get rid of that stupid straw hat boy! What do you mean, being the woman that is honey?" He asked, certainly surprised by your words. "Well... I mean, she is a beautiful woman... And-and she has perfect skin, in addition to a good body and, and... No I know, she's much more beautiful than me... Plus it seems like she's interested in you, because she's always with you and has pet names for you, and and.." "Hey, hey, hey, Honey, stop there" Buggy silenced you quickly. , moving his hand from your chin to your cheeks again, his face had a small smile painted on his lips as he looks at you "Doll, you are PERFECT, that woman doesn't have to envy you, in fact, she should be the one who feels envy... Also, honey, are you jealous of Alvira?" You pursed your lips while you tried to look away, feeling like your faceHe blushed softly with embarrassment. "C-could it be..." Buggy let out a small laugh and you looked at him with annoyance. "Don't laugh! It's just! Your call, dear!" You said while you looked away, somewhat embarrassed. Buggy let out one last laugh and shook his head softly. Without warning, he grabbed your cheeks and gave you a warm kiss with a certain touch of need.
"Oh darling, you can call me whatever you want; but I'm YOURS... Do you want me to show it to you in a good way?" He said mischievously as he once again joined his red painted lips with yours, staining them with her waxy red paint. Buggy laid you on the bed, keeping his body above yours while he didn't break away from the kiss at any second. You felt his tongue pricking your lips, you opened them giving him access to his tongue into your mouth, and he quickly searched for your tongue with his muscle, intertwining them lasciviously, leading the rhythm of the kiss and being the dominant one. Your saliva mixed with each other along with your tongues, you could feel how your lower belly sent a spark of heat to your lower area, and you could notice how it began to get wet from excitement. You separated from the kiss due to the lack of oxygen, your mouths were still held together by the thin thread of saliva that came out of them, Buggy's eyes scanned yourface flushed and already stained by her makeup along with your breathing hard with desire "Look at you so pretty, already looking at me all needy, I bet your pretty pussy is already wet uhm?" He said with a wide smile on his face while he directed one of his hands to your mouth, you looked at his gloved fingers and you already knew what you had to do, you delicately took the tip of the finger of his glove between your teeth and Buggy was sliding his little by little, revealing his beautiful hand outside the glove. As if struck by lightning, his newly naked hand went down your body to the hem of your pants, lifting them up and putting his hand down your already damp underwear, his long fingers ran over your wet lips already stained in your excitement, making a small gasp came out of your captain's lips "Everything is wet for me... And to think that you were jealous of that woman, having you here and being so perfect for me" He commented against your sensitive neck,slowly licking it with the tip of his tongue until he wrapped his lips around your neck, biting into it and sucking on your tender flesh. You moaned at the sensation of her lips sucking on your neck and her fingers teasing your wet entrance.
Your captain's hands spread your thighs, exposing your wet entrance, he pulled away from your neck with a wide smile as he moved his body until he was between your legs. You gasped as his fingers moved across your wet pussy, picking up the moisture from it, once his fingers were soaked with your arousal Buggy brought them to his mouth, lasciviously licking them while his eyes watched your completely flushed face. Your pussy tightened at nowhere as you watched your captain lick his wet fingers in your arousal with such lust, causing a spiral of pleasure to swirl in your lower belly. Buggy stuck his fingers out of his mouth with a loud "POP" as he stared at you with hungry eyes "So sweet… He lowered his head as he stuck out his fat tongue which was already drooling with a mixture of your arousal, he gave your pussy a long lick, making you moan as he let out a sigh of satisfaction. Buggy quickly stuck his wet tongue into your tender walls, licking them enthusiastically while his big red nose rubbed against your needy. You groaned as you looked up, resting on your shoulders as you watched your captain's head between your thighs. You gently moved your hips against his face, causing Buggy to grab them tightly and push them against the mattress, making it impossible for you to move them.You gasped as he lightly pulled his tongue out of your wet pussy, now full of saliva and your fluids, his mouth closed around your needy clit, sucking and licking it as if it were a delicious candy. You saw the extrellas as you could feel the attention you needed, meows escaping your lips as you tried to move your hips against her mouth. Your hand moved quickly and went to Buggy's head, taking her scalp and gently tugging at it, Buggy moaned against your pussy and began to lick and absorb your pussy faster, one of his hands moved away from your hips and quickly inserted one of his fingers into your needy pussy, moving this one quickly as his tongue swirled around your clitoris, staining it with his saliva. You threw your head back moaning, feeling your orgasm build up quickly, another finger inserted into your hole, massaging your rubbery walls and hitting that delicious spot. You moaned and let out a loud moan, gripping your captain's scalp tightly as you cummed because of his skillful tongue and fingers.
A moan came out of your captain's mouth, causing it to vibrate in your pussy, you moaned as you watched as he gave one last lick to your already sensitive entrance, panting in front of it as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your pussy, reveling in the sight of your wet pussy squeezing around nowhere as it came out of you. She licked her lips stained in your fluids and saliva while the makeup was a complete mess, one of the fingers that was in your hole went up to your, massaging it through your overstimulation, making you moan and arch your back "Look at you looking so pretty to me… And you thought another woman interested me? Baby, you're so mensa, I could never leave this sweet and delicious pussy" He said as he gave a little slap to your damp slit making you moan. Buggy got up from between your legs, looking at you with a look full of lust and need, he hurriedly began to take off his clothes with the help of his Chop Chop power, leaving him totally naked before your eyes. You watched his beautiful cock, erect to his belly, its pink tip bringing out some pre-cum, moistening it. Your captain's body got on top of yours as he brushed his erection against your wet entrance, poking your and caressing your wet lips as he taunted you, lightly poking his tip in and out, feeling the need build up inside you.Buggy's remaining red mouth moved closer to your ear, biting your lobe as he spoke to you in a whisper, "Now… Let me show you who I belong to, darling." He said in a purr against your ear as he slipped completely into your deep hole. A moan came from your lips in unison, your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his body closer to yours as he felt him open your walls to accommodate his cock. Buggy gasped in your ear as it began a deep, rapid pace, hitting that delicious spot inside you several times. Both bodies rubbed against each other, moaning every time the hair on her chest brushed and tickled against your sensitive nipples. "M-look… Taking me so well… Fuck, baby I love this wet little pussy you have..!" His punches grew harder, Buggy's hands darting to your hips, grabbing the tender flesh of it as he hammered your insides. Your head turned backwards and your captain took the opportunity to start attacking your neck with bites and hickeys
You felt how the accumulation of pleasure formed in a spiral in your belly, your walls were pulled against your captain's cock making him gasp while he bit hard your neck, you moaned as you felt how his pelvis rubbed against your clit, the orgasm almost came and as if Buggy read your mind he directed one of the hands that were on your hips towards your clitoris, brushing this one quickly "Come on honey, cum around my cock… Hold me like you know how" As if it were magic, as he barked the request between moans and gasps you couldn't take it anymore, cum around his cock while you let out a big moan. Buggy stuttered with his movements, feeling your pussy milk his cock hard. He grabbed your hips tightly again and started hitting you as if he wanted to break your pelvis, you arched your back at the overstimulation, drooling lightly while all you could say were incoherent babbling. Buggy watched as his cock was swallowed by your pussy and a white ring of fluid formed around it. He gasped as he chased his release, gave a big thrust at the entrance of your cervix and cum, laughing as his cock threw a good load of his cum inside you, making you feel warm and full. Buggy collapsed on top of you, both of you with rapid breathing and sweaty bodies, your captain's lips met yours, giving you a kiss full of love and adoration "Now, I hope it has become clear to you that I am yours… Like you're mine, aren't you doll?" He said with a wide smile on his face as he looked at your blushing face. A small smile escaped your lips stained in her red makeup, the insecurities and jealousy had completely disappeared from your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips "He's absolutely right, Captain…"
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hello!! ⭐, I saw that your order section was open and yesterday I read your story of buggy with the Roger effect and Jessica Rabit and I loved it, and I would like to know if you could do a one shot or something shorter if you prefer showing how they met and they decided to get married I love your stories and I think that, like your buggy, he is my favorite character. If you don't like this request or you think it's not good to do it, you can just ignore it, it won't be a bad thing 😸 thank you and have a good day!! 💗✨ (pd. English is not my first language so sorry if something is not written well😔)
Deal! I love this little idea
Buggy x FemReader
Small angst + Fluff
Heart on my Sleeve
Prequel Of Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect
Wanna Buy me a Ko-Fi ☕️
• Your village was one of the poorest villages in the East Blue, the taxes from the World Goverment crippling your home to be a starving wasteland.
• Mainly to the wealthy Governor who lived above your town.
• You owned a fabric shop but the fabrics you owned were old and starting to rot from the lack of buissness. The moths having more use put of your fabrics then you did-
• The newest pirate on the scene Buggy the Clown shows up to your village ready to pillage it, in his early 20s with a fresh faced crew. However they did not expect the village to look worse then before they arrived.
• "I thought you said this place had money?" Buggy asked as he looked at the place. Lowering his blades as it looked like this place- it was in shambles. Like it had been pillaged to time then a pirate
• You had walked out of your shop, seeing if maybe the baker had just enough flour so you could feed yourself. Turning to see the group of pirates that seemed better off then you and your people.
• Buggy stared hard at you and matched forward, seeing that you were quite pretty in his eyes as he stood before you.
• "You! Tell me what the hell is wrong with this place! We heard it was rich here!" He said angrily, clearly upset at not getting to a small village that at least had a few Berries.
• You looked up at the pirate, noting the far too big of clothes for his frame and his painted face- Not liking he was putting such an unflattering green around his watercolor eyes. His face twisting up in anger as he caught you staring at his face.
• "What are you staring at!? You looking at my nose!" He yelled angrily, his fingers going to the inner part of your coat where you assumed some weapon would be.
• "No your shirts too big for your frame and that shade of green doesn't compliment your eyes well" You said truthfully, At this point a knife or bullet being a kinder death then starving anyway-
•"U-Uh- What?" He said confused, Unsure how to answer. You reaching forward and putting your arms around his frame to pull back the shirt. Taking a pin from your pocket and pinning the shirt back so it fit properly.
• "See- Your shirt is too big. It looks better fitted like that" You pointed out, His faze looking down at the pinned back shirt. His face red at how close you got to him, or that you'd touched him at all.
• "As for money we have non. The governor has the taxes so hide no one here can even feed themselves" You said truthfully, The young clown blinking at you in surprise.
• "Er- Y-Youre making fun of me somehow right? Like my Nose" He tried to yell again grabbing the front of your dirty shirt- clearly not used to someone trying to give him kind useful advice without some sort of motive.
• "I would never make fun of your nose, it looks fine to me anyways" You snap back and slap his hand away calmly. He blinked at you surprised and released your hand- His eyes going up the hill of the village and seeing the grand governors house hidden in some trees.
• He huffed and shoved you hard, you falling into the mud as him and his crew marched past up to the Governors home.
• However what did surprise you was the next Morning the Captian and his Crew stood in the village square and announced he now owned the village. Saying he was Buggy the Clown- and that he was now in charge.
• Before starting to hand out some stolen treasure??? Giving some supplies he had 'liberated' from the Governors house.
• You also noticed how his eyes lingered on you as he did this.
• It had been a few months like this, he would stop by randomly pay for the village. He wasn't taking taxes but instead paying things- it was improving greatly, the cracks of the pavements on the streets getting repaired, new paint on the building and new businesses flourishing-
• But you noticed how he would pay extra attention to your shop- Getting all his things from you. How you got extra rolls of fabric delivered to your door or how he would pay for all these extra accessories to his costumes.
• "You seamstress I want another coat!" He yelled as he invaded your shop.
• Buggy was there again, asking for another ridiculous costume. You couldn't help but notice how often he was coming by- claiming he wanted new costumes by you and wanting to be measured everytime he came in.
• How he would blush when you measured around his chest. "You know, I noticed you always come through here and stop specifically at my shop for new outfits when you wear the same coat" You tease, watching him blush at you pointing this out.
• "So what!" He yelled out, his face as red as a cherry. You look at him and raise a brow at him, Not even having to say a word as Buggy deflated.
• "...I uh wanted to take you on a date" He grumbled, finally admitting what his plans were. You smiled at this, Setting the tape aside.
• "Now please do tell me, Why should I accept your offer for someone who not only yelled in my face but pushed me in mud-" You point out, even though you knew he most likely made up for it by him saving your village.
• "..I am sorry about that.." He forced out, you could tell he wasn't used to apologizing and was trying his hardest.
• "I forgive you, But that doesn't mean I'll forget" You say calmly. Smiling softly as you saw him looking ready to flip put at the rejection but you held a hand to him-
• "I know- So why don't we make a deal. Since I can tell you're really sorry why don't we agree to dinner and go from there? Its not a date per say but its a start" You said with a smile, his eyes lit up at hearing this at the prospect of getting to win you over.
• "Really!?" He says excitedly, Jumping up and down like a school boy as he blushed and giggled into his gloved hands like a kid. You couldn't help but find it adorable-
• For the next year Buggy would send gifts, love letters, help rebuild the village. Do everything to get in your good graces and ask for a official date every time he visited.
• Buggy would essentially own the Village at the point, 30% of his money went to the village to get it on its feet and keep it a small strip of paradise the very limited taxes he implimented later affer the village was florishing acted as a small form of secondary income. Mainly making sure people knew the place was protected by him as his reputation grew through time.
• Him even showing his unique Devil fruit abilties- Which you often abused for him to float up and grab the more expensive rolls of fabric or hang up finished cloths.
• The village also being a popular tourist destination for the friendly locals and nice scenery. So for Buggy it was worth the investment since originally put in.
• After that 'probation' year you would finally agree to officially date him and he was over the damn moon.
• While he would be secretive about you, his love language was strong. He is both physically and verbally affectionate- While he still throws his fits you know how to handle him well. Loving him both for his strengths and flaws.
• It would be 1 years of dating before Buggy would start planning how to pop the question.
- You were closing up shop for the day, humming along to a made up tune when you heard the back door of your shop being unlocked. You didn't have to look to know who it was, only one other person had the key to it.
"Hey Buggy Boo" You call out, smiling as you heard Buggy grumble and peel off his boots to leave them by the front door.
"That is still such a bad nickname" He grumbled before walking behind you and kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. He smelled like the sea, clearly having just gotten off his shop to visit you. He had been taking more time out to see, wanting to get his bounty higher. Currently proud of his 5,000,000 berry bounty which for a early 20s pirate was fairly good he claimed.
"Ah you love it" You giggle which earned a adorable chuckle from the man.
"You know (Y/N)- I uh really like you and Want to spend my.."
"So I wanted us to have dinner tonight- I know you like that place down the street and want us to go there" He said, his voice very soft- Much softer then normal.
Smiling you turn around and kiss him on the lips.
"I'd love to" You say cheerfully, earning a crooked smile from him as he held you close.
As promised, that night Buggy took you to your favorite restaurant. Having gotten a private table in the back, you two spending hours just talking and sharing a meal together.
Buggy even pulling out a box of your favorite candies he had gotten out from his last adventure.
After dinner he lead you away to the more scenic parts of your Village a small meadow pass that had the most beautiful blue and white flowers, under the moonlight it looked so magical. You saw Buggy reach in his pockets and turn to face you, nervousness painted on his face as he shuffled his feet. Clearly prepared to get on one knee-
"You stole my Thunder!!" He cried in faux anger, you laughing hard as he ranted about how you knew so quickly, happy tears running down your cheeks as you smiled and his face turned deep red.
"Yes I will!" You said with a wide smile, your excitement getting the best of you as you slapped your hands over your own mouth. His jaw dropping in shock.
"I've been planning this for 4 months!!" He whined, face so red his nose was glowing as he stared at you.
"Im so sorry Baby, You just- You talk in your sleep my Love." You reveal with a smile, His face twisting up as he realized you'd known the whole time and let him try to have his moment anyway. You had just got too excited and answering too quickly-
As this sunk in he smiled widely and started to laugh, he couldn't help it! You were just too perfect for him! Despite everything you still let him have the spotlight. He kissed your lips eagerly and held you close, rocking the two of you side to side in pure joy.
"I.. I love you (Y/N)..So much- I cant wait for you to be my wife.." He said as he pressed his face into your neck- You could feel the warmth of tears hitting your skin exposed. Your arms wrapped tightly around him as you hug him close and cried against him in joy.
Pulling the both of you to the ground with a loud laugh as you two laid in the flowers- Laughs leaving you both as tears stilled from both of your eyes.
"I love you too Buggy Boo"
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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!
𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! pegging, hair pulling + "but what if i tell your crew out there how much of a moaning bitch you are f'me?" ꒰ buggy x dom, f!reader ꒱: foul language, slight degrading, anal penetration, slight pet play, incorrect / sexual use of his devil fruit powers, he sucks is own dick, and the "strap" is his own dick. don't question what his dick is attached to the warrant this. idk either... ꒰ 1.5k+ ꒱
𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯! 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. but he's your pathetic little man. sometimes the things that he mumbles into your thighs tugs at your heart. "maybe i'm hard to love 'cause i love too hard," he mumbled one night while you were delicately wiping off his make-up, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sat on his lap. a hum left your lips. "i wouldn't say that. i just think you...haven't gotten the right type of love to get an idea off of," you dip the dirtied towel in the bucket of water next to you, wringing it out before continuing to wipe his make-up off. "so, i will gladly give you that type of love. and even if everyone else doesn't see how loveable you are, i will." you press a kiss to his nose and his clean cheek. he's your pouty, love-deprived man.
he's also your bratty little bitch. he might might be all pathetic in the bedroom, but he's an asshole outside of it. you'd think someone who values your love over everyone else's would behave, or at least listen to you a bit. but he's anything but obedient. he'll push and press your limits until you have to forceably shut him down. he has to be "the all powerful captain buggy!" until you shove him onto the bed and rude him 'till he can't think. and with each passing day, he gets more irritating.
and today of all days, someone had pissed him off. which in turn, pissed you off, because buggy loves reciprocating his anger on the thing that bared his fury, and all those surrounding that thing. all of which includes his crew, and you. moreso, you, because you are the one he confides in most. and by "confides" it really means "takes out his anger on" the most. whether it be fucking with you, or just fucking you into the mattress. and because your pissed you accidentally take it out on him, which he doesnt like. therefore, his anger shifts from whatever it was on earlier to you. que, buggy the asshole. however, today he chose the wrong day to start fuckin with you. doing things he nose knows you don't like, flirting with his favorite (and only) contortionist, anything to be a jerk to you for no particular reason.
which is exactly how he ended up here. face down on the pillow, drool seeping from in between his lips, throat constricting around his own cock. tears are streaming down his face as your fingers are stretching his hole. every whine, every gulp, every thrust of your fingers brings him closer to his orgasm. the stimulation from both places have his eyes rolling and thighs shaking. he's embarrassed, humiliated that his devil fruit has been used in this way. its weird and he feels slightly disgusted at how good it feels to suck himself off.
buggy hopes and prays his freaks can't hear him. can't hear him sob and cry, moaning and drooling all over his cock. you smile at how ruined his make-up is, staining the sheets blue and red. your free hand tangles its fingers in his blue hair, pulling back harshly, relishing in the whimper he lets slip. a line of saliva connects his reddened bottom lip to his pretty red tip. "feels good suckin' your own cock, hm?" he shakes his head desprately, gulping before speaking with a hoarse voice. "n—no." a hum leaves your throat before you shove his head back down, his cock sliding back in his mouth. 'is this what it feels like?!' buggy thinks to himself, wondering if this is how you feel when he manhandles you, shoving his cock down your throat.
"liar," you state, "forget i'm still finger fucking you? i can feel how turned on you are..." buggy sniffles, crying around his cock. your fingers harshly press against against his prostate, his cock twitching in his mouth. his legs shake, eyes wide as his mouth his filled with his own cum. "swallow. it," you command him, your free hand pressing his head down. salty. my cum is salty, he thinks to himself.
a gasp leaves his red lips when you yank his hair once again. the arch thar formed in his back was once again sinful. its as if his body was made to be fucked. if his cock wasn't drooling in front of you, you'd swear he was was woman from curves, your hands could fit perfectly on his waist. it poetic how ridiculously irritable and confident buggy can be until he pushes someone's limits too far. specifically yours. and its funny how he thought he was done when he heard the word "swallow." he didn't exactly expect for you to grab his red and leaking cock. he didn't expect the fingering to mean something. and he didn't expect to feel the girth of his own cock stretching him ass out. "f—uck!" he'd curse loudly, a crack in his voice.
"shh, don't want your crew to hear you, do you?" the whimper buggy let slip was adorable as he felt you push your hips to his. he wonders what exactly your using to keep his dick in place, but he recognizes he's not exactly in the place to ask. "see how it feels? actually, its pretty good when you get used to it," you comment, slamming your hips to his ass.
buggy jerks forward with your movements, whimpering as you begin to start treating him rougher. tears are streaming down his face. the worn and torn brown sheets are smeared with the white, blue, and red of his make-up. he understands your ridiculous reactions in bed, he understands you crying, because if this is how his cock feels everytime he fucks you—he'd cry too. well—he is crying. "didn't think you'd enjoy your own cock this much, bugs," you mumble, watching his hazy eyes roll the back of his head, your sure he can see his own brain. "'m not enjoyin' it!" perhaps his words would have more impact if he didnt say it so high-pitched. that whimpery buggy was back and present as you fuck him.
"ya sure?" you question as his hips start to instinctively rock into yours. "'m suuuureee," he groan, desperately grinding back against woth his tongue lolled. little please!'s leave his lips. it was as if this wasn't the first time he's taken soemthing up the ass.
"'m—ma dick feels s'good," he whines. "g—gunna get'u back for'dis." the switch-ups buggy tends to make often makes you chuckle. tonight it even seemed like a challenge. "sure, you can get me back, but i suggest you close your mouth..."
buggy wishes he could spit at you, degrade you correctly like he normally would, but the roll of your hips was proving too pleasurable. "shut y'r mouf! gunna ruin you..." he whines, his face still burried into his uncomfortable pillows. you till your head and grin. "ruin me? alright, but what if i tell your crew out there how much of a moaning bitch you are f'me?" you whisper, lips pressed to the shell of his ear. "you can ruin me all you want if you get through the punishment, but the second you walk out there your just a "captain" who let himself get railed by his girl."
buggy tries to form a rebuttal, but your hand pressing into his back, forcing him to arch more, letting your—well his cock reach deeper. "i—i...aAH! fuck! i—ngh, gunna—gotta!" the words can't even leave his lips before he's shaking again, thighs shaking like branches in a storm as he cums. he whines at the sickening warmth he feels once again, from his own cock. he sniffles as you pull out, feel the thick substance drooling from his ass and onto his balls. "surprise surprise, you lasted whore! im actually impressed..." you tap his hip as buggy feels his cock so soft inside of him.
"had enough, buggy? or should i continue in another position?" you smile as you look down at him—a cruel glint in your eyes. you retract your hips from his reddened ass, his cock limp and leaking. a string of cum connecting the head to his hole with the whimper he lets out at the loss. the response was almost immediate, "i'm sorry! i— no more...'m sorry." his whimpering was almost adorable, but it was coming from buggy— of all people. "this isn't very captain-like, buggy. but— i accept your apology," you smile slightly, re-attaching his dick for him as his hips remain suspended in the air by his own volition.
buggy whimpers as he feels your—now free—breasts press against his bare back. "you can have your dick re-attached to you, but we're not done." he feels your smile against the back of his neck, strands of his blue hair sticking to your painted lips.
"roll over." and like a trained dog, he listened, practiced drooling as your undressed state. "no more drooling, unless you truly wish for me to treat you as a dog. but if you truly do, all i need is a woof!"
#𝗔𝗖𝗧 ꒰ BUGGY ꒱#𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢𝗪... is asshole!buggy. he's being quite irritating. its time to put him in his place.#𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 ꒰ 07 — '23 ꒱#buggy x reader#buggy the clown x reader#buggy d clown x reader#buggy x female reader#buggy the clown x female reader#buggy d clown x female reader#buggy smut#buggy the clown smut#buggy d clown smut#one piece x reader#one piece x female reader#one piece smut#anime x reader#anime x female reader#anime smut#top reader#dom reader#dom female reader#dom fem reader#x female reader#female reader
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