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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Give 'Em a Show

Pairings: Pierro x Isekai'd!Reader (with some Capitano x Isekai'd!reader)

Summary: Pierro fucks you until your vision becomes white when you cum. You're put in a situation where your naked body is on display for others to see. Specifically when you're getting railed by the first Harbinger.

Note: Any [character] x Isekai'd!Reader is part of my "Not What You'd Expect" Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader one-shot series. These mini-fics are made so every character in the harem can get their screen time without having twenty to thirty people overtaking their spotlight. Some characters (or all characters) can make an appearance in individual character mini-fics. One of my readers on AO3 wanted some more Pierro content, so this is for them ✨❤️ As previously stated in my other smuts, the smuts that I type out do lean toward female!reader/afab!reader. I do use gender-neutral pronouns unless stated otherwise. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT! Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Breath play, voyeurism, oral sex (male receiving), deep throating, face fucking, spanking, light BDSM, hair pulling, creampie, cum shot

Word Count: 1.6k

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoes in the living room of the abode. There is a blindfold over your eyes, your wrists are bound together, and your legs are spread wide open for everyone to see the first Harbinger hammering his fat cock into your sopping wet heat. You let out small whimpers and gasps, feeling the tip of Pierro’s dick hit the most sensitive spot inside of you repeatedly.

You try to close your legs, as you can feel eyes staring holes into your naked figure. Other than heat rushing to your face because of your and Pierro’s activity, you know there’s someone else in the room with you and Pierro. The two of you aren’t alone, and you know it. Pierro grabs your neck and pulls you close to his bare chest, and lightly squeezes your neck, restricting your airflow.

“Spread your legs,” Pierro murmurs into your ears, continuing to piston his fat cock in and out of you.

You shake your head. “It’s embarrassing,” you whine, trying to keep the noises to a minimum. Even if you try to keep your voice down, the sound of squelching between your legs while Pierro is jackhammering his dick inside you is loud enough to overtake the sound of your whimpers and gasps.

You hear Pierro let out an amused chuckle, momentarily pausing his thrusts. You gulp and feel your hands begin to tremble when you hear someone else breathe in the same room as you and Pierro. Pierro reaches for the blindfold around your eyes and pulls it off your face. When your vision clears up, and your eyes adjust to the light in the room, you feel your heart drop in your chest, your body becomes even hotter than it already was, and you nearly faint at what you see in front of you.

In front of you and Pierro are the other men, their wrists tied behind their backs with ropes, their mouths taped shut; they are naked— all of them are naked. All of their cocks are hard, the mushroom tips are red and leaking with pre-cum, and their gazes are locked on your naked body, though their eyes are locked on the area where you and Pierro are connected.

Itto growls, thrashing against the binding around his wrist, only to fail. Capitano emerges from the shadows and chuckles at Itto’s futile attempt to get out of the binding. The men’s pupils are blown wide to the point where it almost covers their irises. They look like they’re close to snapping.

“Why don’t you give your audience a little show,” Pierro says, the tip of his nose pressing up against your cheeks as he begins to thrust his hips up against yours slowly.

His cock slides in and out of your entrance, making you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head while hiding your face behind your tied wrists. There’s no way you can look at the men in the eyes after today; there’s no way at all. Sure they’ve seen you naked before, but all at once while you’re getting impaled on Pierro’s fat cock? No way.

Pierro raises his eyebrows at you. “Oh? And why is that? I’m sure they’ll appreciate it,” Pierro looks over at the men and smirks.

“It’s embarrassing,” you whisper.

Pierro smirks and leans back on the couch, his back pressing up against the cushions, and holds both of your thighs firmly, his hands squeezing the plush of your thighs. “Well, if you can’t do it, then it looks like I’ll have to do the heavy lifting,” Pierro says gruffly.

Pierro spreads your legs wide open for everyone in the room to see; your sopping wet hole, stuffed by Pierro’s cock, occasionally tightening around Pierro’s throbbing cock. You let out a loud squeal when Pierro suddenly pistons his cock up inside of your entrance. Pierro groans, and his head falls back on the couch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels your spongey walls tighten around his cock.

With one hand, he snakes his right arm up across your chest and grips your left shoulder, pulling you down on his dick until he’s completely buried deep inside your entrance. Pierro thrust up, pressing the tip of his cock against your cervix. You clench your jaws and dig your nails into the palm of your hands, and a strained grunt and whimper tumble out from your lips. Childe growls and tries to break out from the thick ropes wrapped around his wrists, only to give himself a rope burn.

You feel like Pierro is going to rip you in half. Pierro presses his lips against your shoulder blades and begins to press kisses to your neck. This is the only time he’ll be gentle with you during a time like this. Capitano walks to you and Pierro; he stops in front of you and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back and making you look up at him.

You see Capitano reach down to his erect cock from the corner of your eyes. You gulp when you see how thick and long his cock is; the tip of his cock is red, and the mushroom tip of his dick is smeared with precum. Capitano taps your lips with the bulbous tip; you slowly open your mouth, and he slides his cock into your mouth. Capitano’s breath gets caught in his throat as he continues to slide his dick into your mouth. You whimper and let out a small gag when Capitano’s cock hits the back of your throat; your eyes become teary, and a single tear rolls down your cheek when your lips touch Capitano’s pubic hairs.

Capitano begins to slide his dick in and out of your mouth, his head lolling back, his grasp tightening on your hair. Pierro pinches your nipples, latching his lips on your neck, and bites down. The feeling of Pierro hammering his cock deep inside of your sopping wet heat and Capitano shoving his erect member into your mouth makes your lower stomach tighten with need.

While Capitano and Pierro are keeping you busy by drilling their cocks into you, the men are struggling to get out of their confinements. Their cocks are painfully hard; precum is dripping from the slits of the bulbous head of their dick, sliding down the base of their cock and coating their pubic hairs. Being forced to watch you get railed by Capitano and Pierro is pure torture, and it's driving them insane.

The sound of your whimpers, muffled moans, wet skin slapping, and the sound of your entrance sucking in Pierro’s cock eagerly sends a shockwave down to the men’s cock, making it throb even more. You try to close your legs, but your actions earn you a spank on the ass from Pierro. Pierro lifts both of your legs up, pressing them against your chest while plunging his fat cock deep inside you, making sure to press the tip of his dick against your cervix with each deep thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasp loudly; Capitano’s dick slips out your mouth as you arch and writhe in Pierro’s arms.

Pierro slaps your sopping wet heat, the tip of his fingers hitting your engorged tiny nub. Capitano tightens his grip on your hair and shoves his cock back into your mouth, making you choke on it. Capitano thrusts rigorously in and out of your mouth, chasing after his release. Capitano pulls his cock out from your mouth and strokes his cock in front of your face.

Capitano taps your face. “Open your mouth,” Capitano orders.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, struggling to keep your eyes open while Pierro continues to ram his cock inside of you. Capitano groans and a ribbon of hot, creamy cum shoot out from Capitano’s cock and lands on the bottom half of your face and your chest. Capitano scoops up his cum and shoves his fingers into your mouth; you swirl your tongue around Capitano’s fingers, licking and sucking the cum off his fingers.

Pierro tightens his grip on you and plunges in and out of your entrance, getting close to his release. A tight coil forms in your lower stomach, and your walls begin to convulse and tighten around Pierro’s cock. Your vision suddenly goes white; you hear ringing and Pierro’s faint grunts in your ears as he shoots his cum deep inside you. Your body goes limp, and you slump against Pierro’s chest. When you come to your senses, you realize that the tight rope in your lower stomach has snapped, and you have cummed all over Pierro’s cock.

Pierro pulls his cock out of your hole and opens your legs wide for the audience to see. He reaches down and spreads your folds apart; a mixture of your and Pierro’s cum pools out of your entrance and onto the couch. You’re too fucked out to feel embarrassed about Pierro showing off to the other men.

Your bleary eyes scan each man’s face; their cocks are painfully red, bobbing up and down with every movement as they try to break out from the ropes holding them down. You know that once the ropes are untied around their wrists and ankles, all of the men will all jump your bones until each of them fills your holes with their cum. You sure did give them a show, and now, they’re ready to begin the encore.

You hear a rope slowly ripping; you look over at Itto and see his biceps bulging. The cord falls to the ground, and Itto rubs his wrists, glaring at Capitano and Pierro. Itto turns to Ayato and unties the rope around Ayato’s wrists. Each man unties the other’s ropes, standing up and letting the rope fall to the ground behind them and stepping out from the rope that once bound their ankles together. It looks like the encore is about to begin and Capitano and Pierro have a front seat to the show while you are the main centerpiece of the entire performance.

Note: Not sure how I feel about this smut 🤔 I decided to add Capitano into the smut as well because originally, this idea was for Capitano, but it also fits Pierro, and someone on AO3 wanted Pierro content. Therefore I am killing two birds with one stone and making it about Pierro with a pinch of Capitano! Wow, my second smut after a long time! And a third smut coming this Sunday on Christmas! I will be posting a new taglist form when Crave 5 is released :> but for now, no taglist for the first two mini-fics. For my new and returning readers, I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

Read more of my works on my Masterlist | Maybe support me by tipping me on Ko-Fi or by reblogging my fanfics! ^^ I will also be posting exclusive fanfics on Ko-Fi as well very soon! You can also tip me on Tumblr if you'd like as a way to show support! ^^

#Genshin impact x reader #Genshin impact imagine #Genshin impact fanfiction #Genshin impact smut #Pierro x reader #Pierro imagine #Pierro fanfiction #Pierro fanfic #The Jester #The Jester x reader #The Jester x reader smut #Pierro x afab!reader #Pierro x afab!reader smut #genshinluvr #Capitano x reader #Capitano x afab!reader smut #Capitano x afab!reader #The Captain x reader

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bittersweetorpheus · 1 year

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this idea has been boiling in my head for WEEKS I tell you WEEEEKSS so I thought I might as well just let it out:

what if you worked for the tsaritsa as just another fatui skirmisher or cicin mage and slowly climb the ranks until you manage to land a position as the personal assistant to the personal assistant to the harbingers! yay! a promotion! but also maybe not so yay since it’s highly likely you get killed in like the first week or so… but whatever, you’ll take what you can get.

they don’t pay much attention to you at first but they eventually warm up to you and even start seeking you out more as time goes on.

meanwhile, you, on the other hand, have started to notice this- how could you not when you could feel the captains gaze on you whenever youre bent down over paperwork and thinks you can’t see him or the way the balladeer always drags you away from whatever you were doing for something “urgent” when he really just wandered around somewhere while ranting about random things to you or the fiery red butterfly that’s seemed to take a liking to you and could almost always be found resting on your shoulder

…and well, there were less subtle ones too- like the random segment that would always be a few steps behind you no matter where you went or the almost weekly chess games that the jester kept invite you even though you kept losing miserably to him hey! it’s not you’re fault when you also have to focus on ignoring the suprising amount of sexual tension!

but even more suprising is the way damselette calls you over to just. lay her head in your lap and sing or doze off while you do your work.

however, unlike damselette, the marionette is one for more silent appreciation. she shows you the projects she’s working on and if you show interest in a particular thing, say, one of automaton she’s creating, she’ll take note of it and might even make a pocket sized version to give to you- something that you could put on your keychain or keep as a figurine if you’re into that type of stuff!

Speaking of gifts- the regrator. gives. you. so. many. at first, he gave you jewelry with a price tag that even glancing at would probably send someone into debt but if you don’t wear jewelry, he’ll probably take note of things you like or hobbies you have. you like drawing? prepare to have trouble opening the door with how many expensive art supplies are piled up infront of it. you like stuffed animals? BOOM!! Your bed is overflowing with so many stuffed animals! You’re hyperfixating on something? Don’t worry- hes got ya covered!

Now, if you ever wanted to get better in combat, who better to ask for help than the Knave herself? However busy she is with the orphanage, she can always find time to help you fix your posture or get better at using a different weapon or anything you might need help with. While she’s cold and straightforward to everyone else, she’s surprisingly patient when it comes to you and sometimes, on the particularly rough days, quietly reassures you that you did good.

And lastly, Childe. He’s one of the more openly friendly ones that you can have actual normal conversations with. He’s definitely more comfortable with showing affection because of the traveler and his family and such so he’s someone you could go to if you just need a hug and a headpat.

Soft harbingers. That’s it. I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY PLEASE MIHOYO PLS GIVE THEM HAPPINESS

anyways so sorry that this turned into just me rambling or if this is incomprehensible or something 😭

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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🎃Random horror movie crossover thought! Feat. Trick ‘r Treat, Terrifier, and The Jester 🎃

I can’t help imagining an Art the clown, The Jester, and Sam crossover. All of these characters oddly have things in common. As far as we know, they’re all supernatural entities who wear masks and/or makeup to hide their face. They exist to make sure Halloween is respected and its traditions are upkept. They commit acts of violence and/or murder on those who are rude and/or disrespect Halloween in any way. Even people who choose not to participate aren’t safe. The only characters who survive are ones that follow the rules of Halloween.

(Note: Art would probably still kill people regardless. Like my bestie @tinalbion said, “I think he wouldn't have been as messed up in the kill if she would have given him candy. So I feel like he'd still kill people, he just wouldn't be AS brutal as he could be.”)

I’ve seen lots of crossover fics for slashers before, and I dunno why but I’d love to see Art, The Jester, and Sam as this scary and unnerving yet unconventionally wholesome family of supernatural Halloween entities. Maybe with Little Pale Girl tagging along. She and Sam could pose as children and go trick or treating together while Art and Jester are the “parents” or “cool uncles” who keep watch. They’d probably make the people giving out candy uncomfortable with their silence. This family isn’t exactly talkative but they express words and emotions through body language, even if that may freak people out. Fun night out for the family whether they get candy or commit heinous acts of goofy gorey fun on humans. It’s both tricks and treats for this gang of ghouls.

And if reader somehow gets roped into this family, she’d be the wife/mom and the only seemingly “normal” member. Just an everyday average human woman and the murderous Halloween entities she loves so much. Imagine their family photos. They’d probably be like those “Everyone looks the part of a nice, happy family except the goth/heavy metal teenager in black clothing and corpse paint.” meme pictures you see. But instead it’s “Everyone looks like a laid off Spirit Halloween employee or out of season scare actor, except the wife/mother, who looks like she came from a Better Homes and Gardens magazine.”

#slashers x reader #slashers imagine #art the clown x reader #terrifier x reader #sam trick r treat #Sam trick r treat x reader #the jester x reader #the jester a short horror film #random fic ideas #random thoughts #fic ideas #pls tag me if you write this

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bibiscate · 10 days

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yooo so I started working on this when I finished reading Sleuth Jesters by @naffeclipse (not sure if you okay with tagging, i'll delete if not) some weeks ago and it absolutely destroyed my heart :D

the scene where they ran after the Vigilante after discovering their "secret"? Tears??? At 4AM??? More likely than you think!!

so yeah this piece is based on that scene, yes I took very long, yes I forgot to post it, kiss kisss muah

Edit: forgot to credit @sunnys-aesthetic, who made the Detective AU Sleuth Jesters is based on!! :D

If the tag edit doesn't work I might reblog this with the tagging later

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blackopals-world · 6 months

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Trey:What are you drawing?

Jester!Yuu: (scribbling in crayon) my wedding plans. That me and that's Acey.

Trey:You can't marry Ace.

Jester!Yuu: fine...Deucey.

Trey:Just as bad.

Jester!Yuu: CayCay?

Trey: He has commitment issues.

Jester!Yuu: Riri?

Trey: I love you both but...no.

Jester!Yuu: (running off) I know! Leechy! I'll marry Floyd!

Trey: (chasing them) No no no! You get back here! Anyone but him!

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aesthetic-bbyg · 7 months

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SWEETNESS ~ BUGGY

LA!buggy x straw hat!reader

Based off of this post bc it made me giggle PT 2

Nattie speaks: y’all this mf clown has no right to be so fine but LAWRD. I’d do anything just for one lick. This is short nd simple but cute🤭

ZORO DRAGGED HIS FEET across the wooden floors of the Going Merry, ignoring the muffled screeching of the clown head inside the dark sack as he set his eyes on thing. Nightfall was approaching, everyone on the ship wanted some rest, yet nobody was getting any with the constant whining of Buggy. The green haired man pushed open your door, making you jumped slightly as you looked towards him with a raised brow.

“I give up, all yours now.” Zoro voiced practically dripped in annoyance, he tossed the sack across the room, making it land onto the soft cushion of your bed before slamming the door behind him.

You could hear groans coming from the sack, “Damn you, you fucking broccoli-haired ass!” You chuckled softly, putting down the comb you had in your hand and walking towards the scruffy bag. As you released the clown head he sighed in content, breathing in the fresh scent of berries that engulfed the room. “Ah, sweetness, so good to see you!”

“Nice to see you too, Buggy.” You giggled, “You doing alright there?” You asked, smiling a bit as the man got comfortable on your bed.

“Much better now that I have you in front of me.” He winked with a flirtatious smirk on his red painted lips. “I definitely thought he was going to put me with that weird chef guy again so he could chop me into piece and cook me or something.”

“Looks like you got lucky today.” You smirked back, grabbing him and placing him on the small vanity, going back to combing through your hair. Buggy was a simple man, with simple needs, especially since his whole body was gone. The angle his head was facing gave him more fuel into his dirty thoughts. His eyes directly faced your chest, eyes captured on the line of cleavage peeking from the low cut tank top you had on. He was hypnotized by you, for the first time since he was taken by Luffy and placed on the ship to sail away to Arlong island he’d gone completely silent.

You simply hummed, clueless of how the clown shifted slightly to get a closer view. You suddenly let out a huff, dropping the comb and looking over at the clown. “Y’know, I like having you around here, you totally make me feel special and even though the rest of the crew might really, really not like you, know I’m on your side.”

“Mhmm.” Buggy hummed in response, eyes hungrily watching you. “I appreciate that, sweetness.”

You smiled. “You hungry?” You stood up and took him in your arms, cradling him carefully like he was a baby. The blue hairs that peaked from under the striped bandana tickled your skin.

Buggy enjoyed being around you, especially since you were so generous and careful with him, the others simply tossed him into the sack or an empty barrel whenever he even spoke. But you, you fed him, you defended him, you took care of him and did the exact opposite of what everyone else did. “I’m hungry for one thing, that’s for sure, sweetness.” The clown replied, eyes still clued onto your tits as you entered the small kitchen.

“Hey, maybe we can brush through that tangled mess once we get a quick snack.” You replied giddily with a big smile, “Hey, and wanna know another thing—“ You heard a string of groans follow as soon as you stepped into the room with Buggy.

“I gave him to you specifically to get away from him.” Zoro groaned, making Sanji nod in agreement.

“I’ll be out soon, stop your whining.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, reaching for the basket of fruit and picking out two apples. You picked up a knife and cutting board, quickly going to work and chopping up a few apple slices. “So as I was saying, nobody has ever taken me seriously, which why I also like you, you don’t make fun of me which is what many others do.”

Zoro and Sanji glanced at eachother with questioning looks as you proceeded with your mini rant, both of them making eye contact with the clown head that smirked at them, a cheeky look in his eyes.

“But I mean, Luffy chose me to be a part of his crew so obviously I can be more, I’m not dumb, and I feel like more people need to take me seriously.”

“Hey.” The clown smirked as he watched your every move, finally speaking up about his slight obsessing with your chest. “Nice tits.”

“Thank you!” You happily replied with a smile, placing the slices on a clean plate and taking Buggy back to your room as everyone stared in shock. “Goodnight boys!”

“Yeah, goodnight fellas!” Buggy called out, and if only he’d had the rest of his body he’d most definitely be given them a middle finger.

“How is it that a clown can do better at getting that girl then me?” Sanji muttered in annoyance.

Forever will live, love, and laugh Buggy

yummy, I <3 men who are bbyg’s

#buggy is my man #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy x reader #buggy thoughts #one piece #one piece show #one piece live action #buggy smut #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy

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shine-boo · 1 year

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-My hand die now-

@naffeclipse he too powerful, but I know I can’t escape him.

#also i balme just-a-drawing-bean for this they show too many of THIS DUDE IS KILLING ME AAAAAAA #AND EVERYONE ELSE YOU DRAW HIM TOO #too much i can handle aaaaaaaaaa #fnaf eclipse #eclipse x reader #sleuth jesters #detective au #animation

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soft-mafia · 7 months

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Some people just don’t understand how sexy anime Buggy is

You guys don’t UNDERSTANNDDD😩😩

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy the star clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 7 months

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So it's a historical fact jesters could get away with a lot of shit towards their ruler- Jester Darling literally making a fool of the literal bloodthirst tyrant that is Space Emperor Yan and the fucker loving every second of it -

Guard: Greetings your highness, we-

Space Emperor Yan: I don't like your tone. Guards, execute this one.

[Jester Darling walks in and smacks the emperor's ass as hard as they can]

Jester Darling: Good Day, your bitchyness!

Space Emperor Yan: Hm, it is a good day - isn't it? We do need to work on your technique though. Next time, use the flat end of the blade I gifted you the other day. Please excuse me while I go take care of something, dearest. If I attend another meeting with an erection I'll never hear the end of it from the council

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere emperor #Jester reader

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the-anxious-youth · 7 months

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Bubbles

Pairing: Buggy x gender neutral!Reader

Summary: While he's being held captive by the Straw Hats, Buggy won't shut up, which gives you an idea.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff, some mentions of insecurities from Buggy but nothing too angsty

Word Count: 4.2k

Author's note: This idea came to me while I was daydreaming the other day, and I just had to write it down. This is based off of the live-action Buggy, although I am only on the second episode so it may not be canon-accurate. Also, he has long hair in this cause I said so (begging to see Jeff Ward with long hair next season). Hope y'all enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! There will be a part 2, don’t worry <3 (The banners are from cafekitsune)

Edit: part two is up!

“So now what?”

The collection of Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, and yourself stood in a circle, discussing what to do with a certain clown pirate’s head. Usopp is the first to speak up after Luffy asked the question.

“Well, we can’t leave him unsupervised; who knows what he’d get up to.” Everyone turned to look at Buggy’s detached head, which wore a cheeky look, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I vote Y/N to take care of it,” Zoro states blankly, crossing his arms as he speaks.

“Hey! I’m still a person, even without the body, so don’t refer to me as it!” The objection comes from the animated head, vexation seeping through his tone. Your mouth momentarily twitches upward at his little outburst, it was almost reminiscent of a kitten hissing after unwanted pets.

“Why do I have to babysit him?” You turn to Zoro, matching his apprehensive stance. He meets your gaze with a cold look. You hadn’t been a part of the straw hat crew for long, and Zoro was taking his sweet time warming up to you.

“Because you’re the newest here, and that’s how hierarchy works.”

His tone left no room for argument. Your shoulders slump, and you let out an irritated sigh, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to pick up Buggy, making sure to be gentle. The clown winks at you, a flirty smile on his face. You take him back to your cabin, not wanting to risk accidentally dropping him overboard. Despite only being a head, a smug aura radiates around him, already planning ways to mess with you.

You reach your cabin and kick the door open with your foot. Being the newest member of the straw hat crew, you were given the smallest room, not that you really minded. You place Buggy down on your bed, moving to sit at the small desk in the corner of the room.

“So what are we going to do first, darling?” Buggy smirks as he talks, clearly trying to get under your skin.

“We? There is no we. You’ll sit there quietly while I go over these maps.” You bark, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?” You can hear the tease in his tone and can tell that he’s grinning without having to look at him.

“You’re not here to have fun. You’re being held captive, remember?” Smoothing your fingers out over the maps, you tilt your head, trying to focus.

“Yes, but who says captivity can’t be enjoyable?” His question shocks you, and you turn to gaze at him with an unamused look. Realizing that he’s completely serious, you let out a scoff.

“You really are crazy, clown.”

He smiles smugly, not bothered by your comment.

“It’s more fun that way.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to the maps, choosing to pretend he’s not there. ‘He must really like the sound of his own voice’, you think to yourself. The clown continues to talk your ear off, but after a while, you’re able to tune him out. Before long, you’ve analyzed all the maps. Turning back to him with a curious look, you realize he’s gotten to the end of some story you couldn’t care to listen to.

“And that’s why you don’t fall asleep on the beach.” Buggy smiles at you, enjoying your annoyance, watching you tilt your head at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs. Rolling your eyes, an idea pops into your head.

“Hey… I think I know how to get you to be quiet.” A sly smirk crawls its way across your face, and the clown’s chipper mood falters.

“Oh yeah? What might that be?” He tries to keep his confident demeanor, but the look on your face scares him.

You nibble on your bottom lip without responding before walking over to him and picking him up. This immediately wipes the smirk off his face, and he looks up at you, suddenly concerned for his safety.

“Hey now, what are you doing?” He asks nervously, secretly afraid you’ll throw him overboard for talking so much. You place him on top of your desk and move to grab the empty basin in the corner of the room.

“I’m giving you a bath,” you shrug nonchalantly, a cheeky smile on your face. He pales at that and laughs nervously.

“Wait, what do you mean? Are you going to waterboard me or something?” The look on the clown shows that he thinks it’s a real possibility, which causes you to chuckle.

“No, I’m just going to give you a bath; you smell like you could use one.” He just stares at you silently, quickly dropping his playful persona.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You mock him, and he gulps quietly. The fear in his eyes is quite amusing, you admit to yourself.

“You mean you’re literally going to bathe me?” A confused look crosses him, all the confidence in his voice gone.

“Yes.” You nod. “You look like you haven’t showered in weeks. Besides, now I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” A smirk crawls across your visage, enjoying seeing the trickster squirm. It wasn’t often the clown had the tables turned on him, and he definitely didn’t expect it coming from you.

“Now, wait a minute, I can be quiet without that.” He looks up at you worriedly, the idea of a bath visibly rattling him.

“But I thought you wanted to have fun?” Your smirk widens and you put a hand on your hip.

“Okay, I take it back. I’ll be good, I swear.” A nervous laugh emerges as he tries to break the tension.

“Too late.” His face drops, triggering a small chuckle from you.

“Oh, relax, will you? I’m technically doing you a favor.” This time, a genuine smile graces your face, which does nothing to calm his nerves. “Now stay.” You put your hand up as if you were talking to a canine, to which Buggy rolls his eyes, your other hand holding the metal basin.

“I’m not a dog,” he mutters softly, not having the courage to stand up to you entirely.

You leer at him, opening the door to leave before shutting it behind you. Sitting there quietly, Buggy questions how he even got here. Not before long, you return, the bucket full of warm water. You place it on the ground, grab the towel off your shoulder, fold it, and lay it on the bed.

“You’re serious?” He says quietly, watching you semi-curiously, shocked that you weren’t kidding. You hum softly and nod your head.

“I am.” Looking up at him, you can see the fear on his features, and your eyes soften a bit. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He eyes you suspiciously, not sure whether or not to believe your words. Grabbing a small pouch, you pull out a bar of soap and a small bottle, which Buggy assumes is shampoo. Lastly, you grab a small wooden board and place it over the center of the tub.

“So you don’t drown,” you utter, his question practically visible on his face. He nods slowly in response, having a hard time believing the situation.

“I’ll have to take this off,” you gesture to his bandana and he bows his head in agreement, deciding not to fight it as you seem pretty determined. Gently removing the striped cloth, you fold it nicely and place it on the other side of the desk. Secondly, you remove the hair tie that kept his bright blue mane in a ponytail. Buggy watches you silently, interested in your next move. Softly grabbing the sides of his head, you place him on the wooden board that lies across the center of the tub.

“I’m going to wash your hair first, okay?”

He nods in response, curious eyes never leaving your face. You grab a small cup and fill it with warm water, asking him to lean his head backward so it doesn’t get in his eyes. The clown does as you say, though instead of closing his eyes, he keeps them glued on you, not trusting that you won’t dunk him in the water. You gently pour the water over his hair, moving your other hand to shield his eyes as he seems to want to keep them open. The usually talkative clown stays silent, not wanting to admit to himself that the warm water feels quite pleasant.

“When was the last time you actually washed your hair?”

He raises an eyebrow at your question, pondering it momentarily before replying.

“I, uh, I’m not sure.” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, expecting you to laugh at him. Instead, you smile gently and continue pouring water onto his hair.

“I can tell.” The words contain no malice as you utter them, merely expressing an observation. Seeing that his hair was now thoroughly damp, you grab the small bottle of shampoo, pouring some out into one hand. Rubbing your hands together to form some bubbles, you move to start massaging the soap onto Buggy’s head.

“Were you born with this?” You ask curiously, referring to the cerulean color of his tresses. He raises his eyebrow at you, not expecting the question.

“I was.” Nodding as he speaks, his eyes continue to analyze your face as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. You smile at him, continuing to lather the shampoo into his hair.

“It’s pretty. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Your words are soft, making sure that his whole scalp is covered in suds. He scoffs at this, thinking that you’re making fun of him. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lower your gaze to meet his eyes, finding insecurity dancing through them.

“I’m being serious. I wish I had brightly colored hair, maybe purple or something. Guess I wasn’t so lucky.” Going back to massaging his scalp, he looks up at you, utterly flabbergasted.

“You really think so?” He asks softly, timidity laced through his tone. You nod in response, a gentle smile on your face. Humming softly, the clown takes in the new information, wondering what else you think about him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the way your fingers carefully danced across his head felt incredible, not being able to remember the last time someone treated him so gently.

Reasoning that his hair was thoroughly soapy, you dunk your hands in the warm water to get rid of the remaining suds and quickly dry them with a towel. Subsequently grabbing the cup, you fill it with water and begin to wash the shampoo out of his hair. He stares at you all the while as if he is trying to commit your face to memory. After all the soap is washed out, you squeeze the ends of his hair to rid it of any excess water and grab a towel to wrap around his head. Leaning back to get a good look at him, you smile, finding his curious expression cute.

“Now for the face,” you utter, moving to grab a fresh towel and the bar of soap.

“Wait a second, you’re going to wash my face too?” asks Buggy, his timbre uneasy. You nod in response, replying in a steady tone.

“You’ve been wearing the makeup for so long that it’s partially gone.” Smiling at him softly, not expecting him to be so nervous. He laughs bitterly, not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“Can… can you just leave it?” His question is soft, and your surprise is visible on your face.

“You do know that leaving makeup on for too long is bad for your skin right?” You quip, trying to lighten his mood. Letting out a shaky breath, he shakes his head softly, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to say. Your smile drops, and you watch him for a moment, figuring out what to do next. His face paint seems to be a sensitive topic, and you don't want to push him too far.

“How about this,” you start, a kind smile returning to your face, “If you let me wash off this old makeup, I’ll redo it for you so it’s nice and fresh.” Sitting across from him calmly, you try to give off a safe and non-threatening aura to make him feel more comfortable around you. He stares at you for a moment, astonished that you would offer such a thing. You stay silent, patiently waiting for a response.

“You’d do that for me?” he asks after a moment, the surprise in his voice evident. You nod, making sure to maintain the soft smile on your face. “You’re in luck because I just got some new face paints.” Leaning over to open the drawer of your desk, you pull out a palette with every color of the rainbow on it and some clean brushes, holding them up so he could see. He tilts his head in response, trying to discern whether or not you were serious. After what feels like forever, he finally returns your smile and nods.

“Deal. Can you make it match how it normally looks?” He looks up at you with a soft smile, secretly hoping that you’ll do a decent job.

“Of course.” Grinning, you grab the towel and soap, excited that he’s letting you do this. You wet the soap bar, rubbing it between your hands to generate some bubbles, and gently start the wash the old makeup off his face. The clown continues to stare at you, though his energy is much more relaxed than before.

“You’re really pretty,” he comments after a moment, causing your hands to falter. Feeling the heat rise to your face, you smile, taking a moment to meet his gaze.

“You’re pretty too,” you mutter softly. Now that his face is mostly clean, you see a light blush begin to form on his cheeks.

“I’m nowhere near as pretty as you.” The confidence is back in his voice, and he winks at you flirtily. You can help breaking out into a smile, choosing not to say anything in response. He watches you quietly as you wash the soap off of his face. Unbeknownst to you, Buggy never let anyone see him without makeup, but something about you told him that he could trust you. He’d also be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the view of your face being so close to his.

“Now for the fun part.” Grabbing the palette with one hand and a brush with another, you grin at him, excited to replicate his face paint. Truth be told, you loved doing makeup, but the only person who would let you do it was Luffy. There was one time Nami let you do hers, but it was after everyone else went to bed and she wiped it off immediately after. Your smile faltered at the thought of the orange-haired girl, and you remembered why Buggy was with your crew in the first place. The clown immediately noticed and looked up at you inquisitively.

“You okay?” He asks softly, already missing your smile. You nod and debate on telling him the truth, ultimately deciding that you should.

“I’m just thinking about Nami.” You force a smile back on your face, but Buggy can tell it’s not real.

“That’s the girl Arlong took, right? Fiery personality with hair to match?” He asks, and the description of her causes a genuine smile to come across your face. You nod softly.

“That’s the one.” Staring at him with interest, you wonder if he’ll tell you Arling’s location since he clearly knows it.

“We both know I know where they are, and truth be told I had no intention of telling any of you, but something about you is special.” Your eyes widen at his words, was he really going to give it up that easily?

“He’s at Arlong Park, and I’ll bet she’s with him. I’ll take you there, as a thank you for all this.” You beam at him, ecstatic at the thought of saving Nami. It’s at that moment when Buggy decides your smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You rush out, your excitement getting the best of you. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and nods, a smile on his face as well.

“Now be quiet so I can do your makeup,” you say cheekily, dipping the brush into the white knowing that it’s the base for his signature look. He laughs in response but has one last thing to say.

“Do you need me to tell you how to do it?” He looks at you as you shake your head, your smile still prevalent.

“I’ve seen so many of your bounty posters, I’ve practically got it memorized.” His eyes widen at this, and his grin gets bigger.

“Oh, do I have myself a secret admirer?” The clown asks smugly, and he notices the blush that falls upon your face. If he knew it was so easy to make you flustered, he would have done it far sooner, finding you absolutely adorable.

“Shut up and let me work.” You bark, your tone not holding any aggression. He laughs again but does as you say, and you begin to paint his face white. For once, he remains silent, watching you work. Before long, the base is done and you move on to the blue triangles above and below his eyes. You stay silent as your brush runs along his face, wanting to make it look perfect until a thought comes into your head.

“You know something?” He hums, prompting you to continue. “You have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.” Said eyes widen, never having been told that before. Buggy silently thanks the universe for the makeup covering his face because he can feel the heavy blush rising to his cheeks.

“Th-thanks,” he mutters quietly, not sure how to respond. You tilt your head at him, curiously studying his face.

“You’re not used to receiving compliments, are you?” Smiling at him softly, you watch as he shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Usually I’m the one giving the compliments.” He looks up to meet your gaze, partially expecting you to laugh at him. You do nothing of the sort, instead smiling at him gently.

“Well, that’s a shame because I think you’re pretty handsome.” You wink at him, wanting to make him feel more comfortable since flirting seems to be one of his pastimes. His eyes widen again, the surprise written all over his face. Without saying anything else, you finish the blue around his eyes and move on to the red, cleaning the brush and dipping it into the face paint. The clown stays silent as you work on the red smile around his mouth, internally wondering if you meant what you said. When you get to his nose, he tenses up, a clear indicator that he’s insecure about it. You make sure to be extra careful as you paint the red onto his skin.

“I meant what I said, I do find you quite attractive.” His eyes search yours for any hint of insincerity but find none. The king of flirting himself is stunned into silence, feeling his heart flutter at your words. You say nothing else and go back to finishing the makeup. Deciding to observe your face while he had the opportunity, he notices that you stick your tongue out slightly when concentrated, and he swears he’s never seen anything cuter.

“All done!” You pull away proudly, assessing your work. It looks almost identical to his bounty picture, and you internally pat yourself on the back for your memory. Getting up to grab a mirror, you find one in the small dresser and bring it towards Buggy, holding it up so he can see his reflection. He looks in the mirror and instantly grins, impressed with your makeup skills.

“You know, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew.” You chuckle in response, not thinking that he’s being serious.

“You need a professional makeup artist?” You joke, internally glad he thinks you did a good job.

“No really, we could use someone like you.” His proposal shocks you, not expecting him to say something like that.

“You don’t know me,” you speak quietly. He just smiles at you, taking in your beauty.

“I know enough. You’re kind, funny, and great at makeup.” The clown winks at you, enjoying the surprise on your face. “I’ve also heard you are quite the fighter.” Smirking at you, he gives you a look that tells you he means what he says. You just stare at him in silence, having a hard time believing your ears.

“So, sweetness, what do you say?” Gaping at him, you blink a few times, processing his offer. After a moment, you sigh, indecision written all over your features.

“I don't know, I’d have to leave the straw hats, and I’m not sure I could do that.” Surprisingly, his face softens at your words.

“Tell you what, let’s head off to save your friend and find my body, and then you can decide.” His smile remains soft, which is unusual for the clown. “I don’t think your current crew appreciates you. I mean, look at today, they gave you the task of babysitting me when you have so much more to offer.” Eyes widening at his words, you realize that maybe he’s right.

“Luffy appreciates me,” you whisper softly, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“He might, but grass head certainly doesn’t.” You want to smirk at the nickname for Zoro, but there’s too much going on in your mind for your facial muscles to pull through.

“All I’m going to say is this, you’d have a real place in my crew, and not just on the bottom of the totem pole. Besides, I think you like my company just as much as I like yours.” He gazes at you, studying your body language, and you realize that he’s right, you do enjoy his company. You start nibbling on your lip out of nervous habit, and he picks up on it immediately.

“You don’t have to decide now, we can go rescue your friend first, okay?” He watches your shoulders visibly relax at that, and smiles in return.

“Okay.” You say softly, smiling back at him. “Your hair should be dry now.” Moving closer, you carefully take the towel off his head and giggle at the fluffy blue mess.

“Thank the stars I have a brush.” Buggy chuckles at the comment and watches you grab the hairbrush with a smile on his face. Softly working through the tangles, you watch as his hair goes from frizzy to smooth. As you’re running the brush through his mane one last time, the door opens, revealing a shocked and somewhat appalled Zoro.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yells the swordsman, and you turn to him with a confused look.

“Well, you told me to watch him so I did.” You shrug, not liking the attitude coming from your crewmate.

“I said watch him, not give him a makeover! Did you do his makeup too?” The horrified look on Zoro’s face made Buggy laugh, not used to seeing the man lose his cool.

“You guys never let me do your makeup, so I had to improvise!” You bark back, crossing your arms. Zoro just stares at you silently, clearly having difficulty processing your kindness towards the clown. After a while, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Whatever. Luffy needs him so we can find out where Nami is.” He mirrors your stance, crossing his arms.

“I already know where she is,” you spit, growing tired of the way he speaks to you. The swordsman scoffs, not believing you for a second.

“Oh, really? How?” A faux smile creeps onto his face, prepared to catch you in a lie.

“Because Buggy told me.” Zoro’s face drops and the man is stunned into silence. The clown immediately bursts into laughter, enjoying Zoro’s dumbfounded look. The green-haired man gawks for a moment, before moving his hands around, silently asking the question ‘how’.

“Because they’re nice and you’re an asshole,” Buggy says smugly, and you can tell he’d be crossing his arms if he had the rest of his body. You break out into a soft chuckle at this, which snaps Zoro out of his trance.

“I’m not explaining this to Luffy, so you better take the head and go find him.” The swordsman scoffs again before leaving the room, shaking his head the whole time. Rolling your eyes, you move back toward the clown, mumbling to yourself while putting his hair back in a ponytail.

“Don’t let him get to you, he won’t know what he has until it’s gone.” Buggy’s cheeky grin triggers your own, and you laugh softly, gently picking him up to go find Luffy.

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Buggy Headcanons ˗ˏˋ꒰🍒꒱ˎˊ˗

★ — OPLA Buggy the Clown ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

﹢he loves no one more than he loves you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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