#opla buggy the clown x reader

[lostfirefly]

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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[rorywritesjunk]

Like lighting when I'm swimming in the sea

Buggy never made time for sex until he met you well into his 30's.

Rating: R. It's soft porn, that's all. I have a smuttier version in the works. Nothing explicit happens here. Warning: First time for Buggy. Of course he has a brief insecure moment. Uses of "baby" and "babe" affectionately between partners. A/N: Inspired by @spaceagerabbit and their post about Buggy being a virgin. I also wrote it with LA!Buggy in mind. It's also short but the other version is like... 4 pages and growing so that will eventually get posted I think. Hope y'all enjoy! Title comes from "Powerful" by Major Lazer.

Story below the cut.

“It’s okay, baby.” 

He let out a whine as he felt you sink onto him. Your heat, muscles, everything was almost too much. He was almost undone right then, ready to cum the moment you took his cock in your hand and pressed the tip against your entrance. Why the hell did he wait so long to do this? 

Once your bodies were flush, the bottom of your thighs touching the top of his, you gave him a moment to adjust to the new feeling. When he confessed earlier that he never had sex, never had the opportunity, you were happy to be able to experience that with him. 

“B-Babe!” He let out a whimper, hands on your back, nails digging into your skin as he tentatively rocked his hips a few times. He didn’t think he’d last too long like this, brain already foggy, a sheen of sweat on his skin. Your body was too much for him, your heat, the way your arms were around him, fingers running through his hair as you rocked your hips against his slowly. He buried his face against your neck, holding you tightly as he whined for you. 

He was shaking underneath you, thighs twitching as his thrusts stuttered, struggling to find a rhythm. You decided to change it up, make it easier for him, so you reluctantly pulled off of him, ignoring his sharp cry at the abrupt absence of your warmth. You laid out on your back, reaching for him as you spread your legs open for him. He didn’t hesitate, almost comical the way he scrambled over to you, wrapping his arms back around you as he kissed you. You took his cock in your hand again, stroking him a few times before guiding him back into you.

“I got you, baby.” You murmured against his lips as he pushed in all the way, body flush with yours. You let out a gasp, muscles clenching around him as he bottomed out, his nails dragging over your skin as he kissed you. He was mumbling incoherently, hips rocking against yours as he let out a few whines for you.

He needed to cum right then, the feeling was building up, but he wanted to last for you. He tried to keep his movements slow at first, not wanting to rush, but you were encouraging him, moaning his name softly, begging him to fuck you harder. He let out a choked sob, hiding his face against your neck as his hips thrusted into yours, his movements sloppy. 

“F-Fuck, babe, feels, it feels so good!” He whined, voice cracking as a wave of pleasure hit him. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to last longer, but it only took two more thrusts, you chanting baby, please in his ear, and your walls clenching around him for him to start cumming. He sank into you, face buried against your neck. He tightened his arms around you, refusing to move as he muttered, “Than’you, ‘msorry” over and over again. 

You gave him the time he needed to get through the post orgasm haze. He pulled out after a few minutes, but he laid back on top of you, refusing to look at you as his face turned red. With a sigh, you ran your fingers through this hair gently before pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Buggy, you okay?” You asked softly as you draped your arm around him. He closed his eyes and nodded; you pressed kisses all over his face softly, humming contently. He let out another sigh.

“‘Msorry.” He mumbled again. You gave him a funny look and he opened his eyes to look at you with an embarrassed expression. “You didn’t get to… finish.”

“Oh!” You just smiled at him as you played with his hair. “Don’t worry about that, baby. The night is still young and there’s still a lot more to do.” You kissed him on the nose. “There’s a lot to catch up on for you, Buggy. Don’t apologize, okay? There’s ways to make it up to me.”

His eyes widened slightly and he smirked at that. “Where do I start?”

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[onyxopossum]

Part 2 Buggy the Clown x Reader : A Hostage Situation 

Part 2 of Buggy the Clown x reader where the reader gets taken hostage.

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NOTE: Link to Part 3.1 - Link to 3.2 is listed on 3.1 Description.

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You started to come to your senses as the sound of circus music sang in your ears, and the noises of others cheering and talking amongst themselves became clear around you. You groaned and tried to open your eyes, but your vision was blurred, which made the room itself seem to spin. You tried to stretch out your arms to steady yourself, but you realized your hands were bound together above your head rope tied to what seemed like a wooden wall and platform. Your ankles were also tied together, making it difficult to move your legs at all. You closed your eyes again, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, wakey wakey-"

The pirate captain was in front of you, his gloved hand tapped your cheeks harder than you would have preferred, but it caused you to grit your teeth before you opened your eyes again. The pirate captain noticed you opened your eyes before he jumped back in an over dramatic display of giddiness and clasped his hands together. 

"Finally! Thought you'd just sleep through the rehearsal, huh?"

The room stopped spinning long enough for you to get a better look at the man who had taken you hostage; his orange coat and hat were missing but instead he wore a red and white striped bandana, had a painted on red smile, crossbones across his forehead, and a large, clown-like red nose. The captain's giddiness was quickly replaced with an annoyed frown before he approached you again. His face was inches from yours as he seemed to be studying your face.

"Thought you could be sneaky around me, the great Buggy the clown? Did you think you had a chance against us with this?"

Buggy held up your knife before he took a step back and chuckled. Suddenly he threw the knife at the wall you were bound to, the knife stuck into the wall next to your face. Your eyes widened, a scream got caught in your throat as you stared wide eyed at Buggy. 

His wild laughter filled the room, "You should see the look on your face! Ha! Now that's funny!" 

He wiped a tear from his eye before he grabbed the knife from the wooden wall and started to tap the handle to his chin, "you know, I was going to have the other freaks use you in their side act tonight, but I've changed my mind. I have something better planned."

You looked at him, your voice finally returned, "what…" you swallowed hard, "what do you want with me?" 

Buggy pointed the knife under your chin, before he trailed down your throat, and stopped at your chest. The expression on your face was a mix of fear and uncertainty of what this clown pirate wanted from you.

"If I told you, that'd ruin the surprise." Buggy whispered, his eyes piercing into yours. 

There was an eerie moment of silence between the two of you. After he moved the knife away, you jolted forward and tried to tear yourself out of your bindings, even though it was useless.

Buggy recoiled back from you pretending to be shocked before he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him, "so you have some fight in you after all… good." 

He let go of your chin and turned on his heel away from you.

He started to walk away, "Curtain call is in one hour."

You watched Buggy walk away and as soon as he was out of sight your body slumped in the bindings as you cursed to yourself. This was not how you planned your day was going to go, not in the slightest. However you realized you were being held hostage by Buggy the Clown and what seemed like being forced to perform as part of his circus pirating act. 

Time dragged slowly, and no one paid any attention to you. You had an hour–or so you hoped–to think of a way to get out of the situation. You tested the strength of your bindings again, and as you thought, they were a secure knot. However, the wood was rough against the rope. If you could weaken the rope with the wood, then maybe you could escape whatever Buggy had planned for you. It was worth a shot, so for the next hour, you rubbed the rope binding your hands together against the wood. 

You were not sure how much time passed until you began to see Buggy's crew scattering about everywhere. You were tired and visibly sweating but you were not about to give up, not now. Using whatever strength you had left, you pulled and the rope crackled and tore apart. Your arms heavily fell down in front of you now free from their binding. Without wasting any time you bent down and tried to untie the knot holding your ankles together.

As the knot became loose enough to move your legs apart, you heard footsteps rapidly approach you. You quickly gathered together the torn rope bindings from earlier and made it appear you were still bound to the wall. Your heart was beating so hard and loud you thought it was going to burst; you held your breath to try and calm down. The footsteps stopped behind you before the wooden platform started moving. You were calm on the outside but screamed on the inside. You had to make sure you kept your balance and did not give yourself away as the platform moved over the uneven ground. 

You were pushed to the center ring of the show. The spotlight was on Buggy as he laughed and held up a bunch of knives. You looked around and saw all of the townspeople in the audience, as well as an "applause" sign being held by one of the pirate crew. It was not long before Buggy's attention was turned towards you. His voice rose as he extended a hand. 

"Give a round of applause for our newest act! Hand picked for your entertainment!"

The "applause" sign was raised as whispers were heard with the unenthusiastic clapping from the audience. Buggy grinned before beginning to throw daggers at the wall behind you. Each knife hit in a different spot around you but missed hitting you each time. You were emotionless, which started to irritate Buggy.

After he threw his last knife, he turned to face the audience, which was when you decided to act. You dropped your arms, grabbed one of the knives stuck in the wall, and threw it back at Buggy. The audience gasped as the knife barely missed Buggy and pierced the ground a few feet in front of him. Just as fast as you had thrown the knife, Buggy's detached hand was clamped around your throat, choking the life out of you.

"Well… well… well… isn't this a surprise." 

Buggy's words oozed slowly and dangerously. 

"You didn't tell me you were such a great escape artist." 

Your hands clawed at Buggy's hand on your throat, but he only tightened his grip. He walked closer to you with an amused expression, and his eyes locked onto you. Once he reached you, his hand attached back to his arm before he pushed you hard against the wooden wall. You groaned and let your arms fall to your sides. The impact made you see stars for a moment before all you could do was stare at Buggy, and he stared right back. 

His grip on your throat loosened, "I haven't figured out if you're that smart or just that plain stupid." He turned his head to the side and hummed, "Still," he paused and clicked his tongue to his cheek, "someone with your-" Buggy made hand gestures in the air, "-skills could be useful, entertaining even…" Buggy stopped inches from your face before he whispered, "So, what do you say, join my crew?" 

You were shocked; did managing to escape actually save your life even if that meant becoming a circus pirate? You narrowed your eyes at Buggy but nodded. 

Your voice was strained, "Fine. I'll join." 

Buggy looked more amused by the second before his voice got suddenly loud again,"Huh? I can't hear you, what was that?" 

His ear detached and flew close to your mouth.

You grit your teeth, "I said, I'll join your crew." 

Buggy released the hold on your throat as you gasped for air and coughed. Drained from everything that happened to you today, you slumped to the ground on your knees. Buggy's ear reattached as he turned to the audience and bowed as if his performance had ended. The spotlight turned off, and the lights in the tent lit up. The pirate crew began to clean up. Buggy looked down at you before roughly pulling you to your feet. You awkwardly stumbled out of the knot that was holding your feet together, which caused Buggy to click his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're gonna have to work on that. No use just freeing your hands when you'd trip over your own feet." His smile turned to a frown, "Mohji!" 

A man with a white fur top and teddy bear hat scrambled to where you and Buggy were standing, "Y-yes Captain?"

Buggy pushed you into Mohji, "Go get them cleaned up. Starting tomorrow they'll learn what it means to be part of the Buggy pirates." 

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Siren • Buggy The Clown x Reader

Prologue: The Pirates

In a last-ditch effort to find your father - you find help with a pirate crew, in exchange for helping you find your father, you lend them your voice; which has been enhanced with the powers of a devil fruit.

A/N: I have only watched the live-action version of One Piece (beginning to watch the anime) so for the time being I will be taking creative liberty in this story and not everything will be canon to the story of One Piece. I do apologize but I'll try to make this an entertaining read. :)

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The Queen of a small island near the Calm Belt was plagued with visions of death and destruction of the kingdom that she loved ever since she was born to serve it. She grew sicker with each passing day, her bouncing curls grew flatter, her tan grew paler, her body grew thin, and her eyes didn't have the shine she once had.

The only time she would speak was in a hush-slurred manner, "Are the pirates here?" I sighed hearing her repeat her question, "No mama... you know no pirates come here."

I continued to fold her clothing as she repeated the question. I let out a shaky breath and put the laundry down as I sat on her bed which was way too big for just one person. I took her hands, the once warm feeling that I once craved as a child was gone and replaced with the touch of death.

"Would you like me to sing your lullaby, mama?" I whispered to her as her eyes met my gaze, softly nodding her head. I nodded in response putting a small smile on my face as I sang the lullaby she had once sung to me and her mother to her and so on. I sang until she slowly drifted to sleep. I took a deep breath to help control the tears that were threatening to fall. "Love you, mama."

"My dear-" my father's voice carried across the room causing me to jump. "We must discuss a matter at hand... privately."

Without saying a word I nodded and followed him out of Mother's room - in silence we walked the long hallways until we reached his office. "A rumor has reached our kingdom... a new devil fruit has finally reappeared, they say it gives you the ability to heal and cure any ailments in anyone."

My eyes widened and my mouth fell ajar as he continued to tell me his plans to sail out and find this mystic fruit. I huffed out a laugh, "Father you can't be serious? Devil fruits are just a myth! I mean a fruit that gives you superhuman abilities... you're not a fool father!" I proclaimed.

"(Y/N), we have exhausted everything that we have here, and she keeps getting worse..." He inhaled sharply before looking up at me, his dark eyes brimming with tears, "I've already lost too much in my life... I can't lose my wife too. I refuse too knowing there's something out there that can heal her. Myth or not." He paused, averting his eyes from mine, "This isn't a discussion either... by sunrise tomorrow myself and a crew will be sailing out to find this devil fruit."

"Father! Please! What if- what if something happens! I can't lose you both!" I cried out finally letting the tears flood out of my eyes as I begged my father to stay.

"Oh my dear-" he choked, pulling me into a smothering yet comforting bear hug. "I'm so sorry," he repeated as he stroked my head. "I will be back before winter ends. Two months. If I find it... your mother could be healed. If I don't, I can die knowing I tried everything I could to save her." He said still holding me.

"Two months." I nodded, "I promise to look after Mother while you're away."

"And the townspeople. They need a leader too while I'm gone." He pulled away from me looking down at me, his weary eyes, red from crying, "You are stronger than you know... everything will be fine and I will be back before any of you know it."

I sniffed my nose as I wiped my tears away and nodded in response. He leaned down, kissing my head, "I love both you and your mother very much... I would cross the Calm Belt and conquer the Grand Line for you two."

"We love you too, Father... please just be safe on the waters," I said, pulling him into another hug.

"I will, my dear, now get to bed... it'll be a long day tomorrow."

I nodded and slowly made my way out of his office. I shyly greeted the maids and servants who rushed past me trying to get the house ready for tomorrow as I made my way to my bedroom.

I collapsed onto my bed, my heart felt like it was anchoring my entire body down. I broke into fits of tears, choking on the air that was desperately trying to make its way to my lungs. I was to rule over this entire kingdom... for two months, looking after my mother, our servants, and the townspeople... It felt like the entire weight of this island was on my shoulders, and I was nowhere near as prepared for these types of duties so soon. Eventually, my tears stopped as I slowly drifted off to sleep, and in the morning I'll be the active ruler of this island.

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The past couple of weeks have been melancholic, yet business ran smoothly and I decided to treat myself to a visit down at the small pub near the edge of the castle. I slipped into a simple dress and heeled boots before tossing my cloak on, it was black yet had beautifully woven gold thread at the hems. I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, brushing out any crease or imperfections in my clothing before opening a wall panel in the side of my room which opened into a small narrow passageway. Mother said they were used for the royal's protection, in case of a mutiny, for easy access to outside the castle walls. I, however, primarily use them to sneak out.

Sneaking through the passageway I can hear people talking about the thick fog masking the sea. They hope the fishermen can see the lighthouse. When I finally made it to the exit I had to bang the side of my body against the old 'door' to get it somewhat open and even then I had to squeeze my body through the gap.

When I did I gasped, "They weren't kidding with this fog.." I muttered looking out at the fog that covered all sides of us and the lights coming from our village made it look like a dome was covering us. I shivered at the cold sea breeze as I slowly made my way down the hill on which the palace sits, looming over everything that surrounds it.

As I made my way to the pub, I flipped my hood up not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to me as I slipped through the crowds of people who were getting off of their late-night jobs or those looking up at the sky full of fog. I slipped through the doors of The Walking Duckling, it was a busy night for them - some fishermen who called it in after the fog appeared were drinking at a couple of tables, some families eating their meals, and a handful of citizens celebrating a birthday. I smiled as I sat down at the far corner of the bar, away from everybody else.

I dropped my hood as the bartender came over with a smile, "Bee' awhile since we've seen your sweet face, princess, the usual, love?" The young barkeep said with his thick accent making me flush, "Yes please, thank you, Mr. Grant."

"Of course, anytime, love." He softly said as he rushed over to make my drink. I smiled as I looked down at my hands, picking at my nails before feeling a light tug on my cloak - looking down I saw a small child I smiled, "Hello there, do you need something?" I asked softly.

The small child seized up a little bit, face flushed as they looked up at me, "Ah-uhm... well it's my birthday a-and we've all heard about your singing, and well I was wondering I-if you could maybe sing something... princess?" They were practically sweating through their clothes and fidgeting their fingers.

I smiled, "Of course, I would love to sing to you, do you have any request?" I asked as they immediately shook their head, "No, anything you want princess! Thank you so much!"

I laughed, "No need to thank me, I'm always happy to lend my voice, let me go run it by Mr. Grant first." They nodded as they ran back to their parents excitedly telling them that I agreed to sing. They looked back and mouthed a thank you as I nodded.

Making my way towards Grant who had my drink prepared, "No need to ask, love, you know we always love to hear the sound of your voice." he smiled, handing me my glass, "thank you." I laughed.

I took a swig of my drink before popping up onto a barstool as everyone started clapping while I flushed and flashed a smiling before singing, "There will come a soldier, Who carries a mighty sword, He will tear your city down, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, He will tear your city down, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord."

I jumped off the barstool, as everyone either clapped or stomped to the beat of the sound while I made my way towards the middle of the bar, "There will come a poet, Whose weapon is His word, He will slay you with His tongue, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, He will slay you with His tongue, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord."

I smiled towards the young child who was clapping and had a smile twice the size of their face, "There will come a ruler, Whose brow is laid in thorn, Smeared with oil like David's boy, Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, Smeared with oil like David's boy-" I laughed as everyone began to join me in singing, "Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord, He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, Ohh."

I jumped back on the barstool as we all sang as loud as we could, "Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh!"

At the end, everyone cheered, and clapped, the drunk where still singing the last part over and over again, however the cheerful laughter and excitement soon came to a halt when a soldier burst into the pub, sweaty and out of breath before barking, "PIRATES ARE AT THE SHORELINE - EVERYONE MUST RETREAT ONTO THE CASTLE GROUNDS!" before bursting out of the door bolting down the streets screaming to get to the castle for pirates are invading.

My eyes grew wide as I ran out of the bar, looking down the streets that were now extremely crowded with confused and tired citizens as more soldiers from the castle made their way down to escort them, and as I looked to the shoreline... I can't see anything. This damned fog I can't see anything. There can't be pirates, pirates haven't attacked us in the last hundred years... There can't be pirates. Right?

"Princess... should we go to the castle?" I heard Mr. Grant's voice, I turned to see him and confused patrons looking out at me from the doorway.

"I-uhm... yes! If there are pirates we need to-'' My sentence was cut short by a cannonball being blasted from the fog, shattering into the buildings next to us, causing entire houses and businesses to begin to crumble to the ground, fire ignited the wooden beams of the building slowly catching everything into a blaze, and the shockwave hurled tons of stones and pebbles outwards, people were struck and killed instantly, luckier people only had dust and pebbles thrown into their faces and were thrown off their feet from the shockwave as panic began to ensue.

Everyone was screaming and trampling over one another to make it to the castle as another cannonball was unleashed. I had fallen to the ground from the shockwave from the initial blast - protecting my head from the people trampling over us.

I felt a hand grab me and bring me to my feet the crowd pushing us into the direction of the castle, "(Y/N)! Are you alright!?" I heard Grant scream over people.

I looked over at him, his nose was broken and blood was pooling from a deep cut on his forehead, "Grant! Your head!" I cried out nearly being knocked down again however Grant managed to keep a tight grip on me, pulling me back.

"I'll be alright, love, just head to the castle!" he cried out as another cannonball struck, destroying another set of houses. I cried out as I watched my city become engulfed in flames, my subjects cried out in anguish, hurt and confused, as another ball struck the buildings next to us causing tons of stones to fall from the sky like anvils, striking people dead and painting the roads a deep red. I cried out as I witnessed friends, people I had known all my life, good people, lay lifeless on the ground as their houses crumbled around them, I cried as Grant dragged me to the castle with everyone who was still alive.

"EVERYONE FOLLOW SERGEANT SANDERS GO TO THE SAFETY BUNKER!" I heard soldiers cry out as gunfire began to ring out, I looked back and saw a massive crew of pirates creeping from the darkness of the fog, some went off to loot the destroyed building, and some went off shooting or cutting people, but a large group remained on the main road making their way to the castle.

My eyes widened as I cried out, "No! They're coming this way we need to escape by ship!" however no one was listening as they desperately climbed their way to the doors of the castle. Bursting through the doors, servants ushered them down to the cellar.

"Wait! My mother!" I screamed, breaking away from Grant and pushing my way through the crowd. I heard Grant screaming out for me while I dashed up the stairs to get to my mother's room before the pirates did.

I rushed through my mother's door, I sighed in relief seeing that she was safe and sound - locking the door behind me before rushing to grab anything my mother valued, some jewelry, a picture of our family dressed in all casuals on one of our summertime trips, and a silver ring with marine botanical engravings with a small garnet gem pressed into the metal - this ring, being passed down from daughter to daughter when it is their time to rule over the kingdom. I shoved all of this into a dark leather satchel my mother used to wear when she helped sail in her teen years. I threw the satchel on before trying to wake my mother up from her deep slumber.

"Mother! Mother, you need to wake up! The pirates are here and we need to go now!" I cried out trying to shake her awake but she remained still, "Mama... if you don't get up then I am not leaving. I will die here with you so get up!" I cried out before a loud crack shook the house. I crouched down holding my head between my knees, tears dropping from my face as heard screams fill the house followed by gunshots.

I sprung up violently shaking her, "Get up!" I cried as I began to hear footsteps creeping up the hallway to her room. My breath was shaky as I looked around for anything to defend my mother. My eyes fell onto two cutlasses hanging on the wall, the handle was gold, and the sharp blade engraved with the same botanical style as the ring. I took a deep breath before getting one of the swords down and took a fighting position between the locked door and my ill mother.

I choked back a sob as I heard the doors of my mother's room being kicked open. "I love you, Mama, I'm sorry Dad." I cried out as my mother's door was finally kicked in and I was face to face with a pirate, he was a tall and lanky person, fresh sunburned skin littered every part of his body, his stench was purely alcohol and filth, and when he smiled down at me his teeth looked to be rotting out of his head.

I mentally threw up at the sight of him as the sword trembled in my hands, "Hello there lass, I'm not sorry to say this but I'm on direct orders from the captain to wipe you people out, so make your last prayers." he grimaced, taking his sword out and pointing to me.

"Fuck you!" I hissed out, first blocking his initial swing to the head - I tried to thrust the sword into his open torso, but he quickly smacked the blade away with his own before swiping at my face, cutting my cheekbone, and causing me to lose balance he took that chance to raise his sword above his head and swing down. I clenched my eyes shut waiting for the killing blow, but it never came. I forced my eyes open and looked up, my eyes widening to the size of saucers. My mother, with the other sword in hand, blocked the pirate's fatal attack.

My mother in her labored breath, "Not my daughter you bitch!" before thrusting her knee upwards, hitting him in his manhood, and as he kneeled before her, it was off with his head.

I cried at the sight of my mother, it was almost like she was glowing. I lunged myself at her, pulling her into a soul-crushing hug, "The kingdom-" I sobbed into her chest, "I know -" she stopped looking at the busted down door and hearing pirates running footsteps.

"(Y/N), you need to run - there are small evacuation ship on the other end of the island, take my swords because if they find you, they will kill you."

My mother heaved as I helped her stand upright, "I'm not leaving you!" I barked back looking into her eyes, there was sadness for what had happened but for what was about to happen there was a sort of contentment.

"I'm sorry, my love, I love you too much for you to have this type of fate," she said, ripping the wall panel open and pushing me into the passageway.

"No!" I cried out as she slammed the wall shut, leaving me in complete darkness.

"You bastard!" I heard my mother scream before a single gunshot rang in the air.

I cupped my hands over my mouth, sliding down the wall as I heard the pirates rustling through my mother's room before leaving. I choked back my tears as I crawled my way through the walls, the sounds of people screaming still filled the air. I couldn't block it out, everyone I knew and loved were being slaughtered right in front of me and I couldn't do anything but bite my tongue and crawl to the exit of the palace. Once I found the exit I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking as I tried to get the wall open, not being able to open it I crumpled to my knees. In two hours... I have lost everything. My mother sacrificed her life so that I didn't have to suffer. With that, I stood up and forcefully kicked the fake wall out, and finally saw the full devastation. The entire kingdom was up in smoke, and it was clear there would be nothing and nobody left by morning. I gritted my teeth, following my mother's last wish and I ran... I ran as far as I could from my destroyed kingdom.

I will find my father and we will make the pirates who did this pay for what they've done.

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[sordidmusings]

Cuddling Headcanons - Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

A/N: Just mulling over something sweet and something to reference back to for my own use in future writings. I just wanna give all of them some love tbh I am a slut for affection

Includes! Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Luffy, Usopp, Mihawk, Buggy, and Shanks

Warnings: gn!reader, all fluff, opla leaning for the most part but I think it can fit both pretty well, an innuendo or two

Part 2 (drabbles for each character) here!

Enjoy some guided daydreams!

Zoro

Partial touches during naps were how he started interacting with your personal space but your lap no longer belongs to you it is now his pillow 

Honestly, basically any of you is a pillow whenever he decides - I don't care if you are significantly shorter than him he will find a way to fall asleep on your shoulder 

For more contact, you need to be the one to cling to him but he does absolutely need to be touching you at least a bit 

Once he gets used to it he’ll give you a look any time you’re depriving him of his daily intake of physical affection (the sass king will always get his tribute)

He absolutely melts like a cat in the sun if you massage at any of his muscles, could be anything as much as an evening dedicated to working out every knot he has or as simple as putting intentional pressure behind your thumb as it circles and drags along his skin

He can get nervous about kissing you when it’s not on the lips - something about it feels more vulnerable to him somehow - so if he does venture to kiss your cheek or head or shoulder or hand please reassure him with a smile or your own kisses or a firm squeeze

He gets better about being seen hugging/holding you eventually, but will never get comfortable with giving more than pecks on the cheek or forehead around the others. Maaaaaaybe the corner of your lips if he’s feeling ~spicy~

Sanji

Back hugs, back hugs, back hugs-

He’s always making sure that the two of you brush hands or arms when near each other, even after you two establish a relationship it will always give him tingles 

Likes to be very intertwined when you cuddle - if he can somehow wrap around you more then he absolutely will

He is The Best at tracing shapes gently on your skin, just like with brushing hands he never tires of it because, wow, he gets to touch you! He still can’t believe it sometimes

Very good at making you feel cherished when he holds you because of the way he always seems to take his time and ease into it and constantly caress you not to say that there’s never a time he’s hurried and ravenous 

It also helps that he’s always whispering sweet nothings to you about how wonderful you are, how beautiful and precious and lovely and kind and capable and special

When he wants to trap you while cuddling, he wraps his legs around you and uses their absurd strength for evil

He will melt if you ever do the same to him and he will happily be at your whims to cuddle until you've decided it's enough, all of you could be under attack but he is staying right where you want until you decide that he needs to move

Loooooves showering you with sweet little kisses anytime you're cuddling

He can sometimes get carried away with pda because he forgets that there’s anyone else around whoops

Nami

She has her legs on your lap always - sometimes while she's laying/leaning back, sometimes with one leg hooked over one of yours, sometimes basically sitting on your lap

She likes to be the one that is held and feels most comfortable with her face snuggled into something (please nurture her and that scared, lonely inner child)

Enjoys brushing the tip of her nose across you, especially across your cheek or neck or the tip of your own nose

She likes to hook your arms together whether you’re standing next to each other during a convo or you’re walking or she’s sitting next to you, she just loves the casual contact and how she can use it to be playful and pull you around or use it to stay close and let others know that both of you are taken do not even think about it keep moving along dude

She’s very weak to hugs where you pick her up a few inches off the ground for a second, they send her heart racing (bonus points if you’re noticeably taller or shorter than her and do this)

She’s also weak for words of affirmation, especially when you speak them to her while you hold each other in the quiet hours of night 

For some reason literally being on your lap around others is fine but if you give her a kiss to the temple while that's happening? Suddenly it's Too Much, both in how sweet it is and also because she’s being perceived while it's happening

Luffy

Any/all contact is being had whenever he’s with you

If he’s on the floor next to you then your calf is now his teddy bear, if you’re on the floor near him he’ll snatched your torso with his legs, if you’re sat near him he’s wrapping both arms around one of yours to snuggle it

One of his favorites is leaning your backs against each other, he feels really supported and the way you occasionally lean and twist your head back to nuzzle his or give him a quick kiss makes him smile with the utmost joy

He will carry and move you around in the strangest ways - fireman carry, one arm around your waist while you’re upside down, your knees hooked over his shoulders while the rest of you hangs down, you trying to koala to his side, one time you were curled completely around his waist like a pool floaty - no one understands why you two can’t be normal

Likes to be the one to hold you so he can fidget when he needs without feeling like he has to unlatch you first, this is especially when you two are laid down and/or going to be cuddling together for awhile

PDA doesn’t bother him at all, he doesn’t give a fuck if anyone sees you snuggled up together, doesn’t even occur to him that he should care 

His playfulness will come out often with dramatic “mwah!” kisses, nipping at you, blowing raspberries on your skin, and the occasional tickling

Usopp

It’s necessary for him to have his arms wrapped around you some way 

Likes to be the big spoon to feel like he’s acting as armor and protecting you, it just hits the right place in his brain that has him feeling Big and Strong in the best way

He loves when you plant a kiss on his chest, especially if you aim one directly over his heart (that is totally at a normal rate plz don’t check)

He likes to play with your hair and/or massage your neck and scalp

Big into making sure wherever the two of you are cuddling is comfy, has many extra blankets and a selection of pillows by size and firmness

Always down to cuddle but feels more comfortable if you initiate first, especially when it’s a new thing between the two of you 

He simultaneously loves pda and is nervous about pda but that nervousness is absolutely gone when he’s drunk or even pretty buzzed

Good at incorporating his head into hugs - hooking his jaw on your shoulder or on top of your head, leaning his temple gently into the side of your head, bumping you softly with his forehead 

Need background noise while you go to sleep? He’s more than happy to hold you and turn on storyteller mode. Honestly, it’s one of his favorite things to do and he cherishes that time together

When it’s bedtime stories he’s telling, his voice is so low and soothing

Mihawk

This man needs to have his hands holding something on you (your hand, your shoulder, your waist, your thigh, your back, your ass lol), 

He likes to feel wrapped around you like hes hoarding you to himself, this leads to him enjoying you laying on his chest, having all of your weight on him has him feel like he’s fully possessing you

Will definitely kiss the top of your head/your temple/your forehead/basically whatever his lips are near, not a consistent bout of them, more one deliberate peck when the need strikes him (it’s also his customary goodnight to you)

Like the other swordsman, he will give you a look if you miss a habitual touch (especially if it’s the way you usually ran a hand through his hair with a kiss to the forehead before you left the castle, that was non-negotiable it had to happen), his stare however is more the 1000 yard variety and those bright yellow eyes will bore a hole through you until you understand what you did wrong

Something about this man makes me feel his temp runs hot but not in a way that bothers him, like he doesn’t feel hot or overheated but when you touch him the difference between you two is noticeable

It’s a damn good thing that he reciprocates your physical affection, even if 70% it’s just an arm coming around you, because his stony expression makes it easy to assume that your touches are unwanted 

This type of limited response is mostly for more casual cuddling like hugs or sitting next to each other because when you’re laying together his face is always soft and he’s much greedier to be pressing into you

Okay with some pda like quick and passing touches including kisses, but not a fan of anything more intimate when others can see

Buggy

The Chairrrrrr, as you’ve told him it’s circUS so both of you need to be on the throne (If he’s wanting to look extra powerful or intimidating you have no problem sitting at his feet and holding him like a heroine on a 70s fantasy novel)

He’s a big fan of any possessive gestures - arm around shoulders, back hugs, pulling you to wrap your arms around him, having you sit in his lap

He’s a cuddle switch for sure because sometimes he needs to hold you to remind himself that you’re his and sometimes he needs to feel held

Very fragile for gentle affection - please draw shapes on this man’s back, play with his hair and massage his scalp, give him head kisses, hand kisses, wrist kisses 

Feels like his heart will explode if you nuzzle your face into him whether its into his chest or the side of his head or good lord his pALM (He may have literally fallen apart the first time you did that and if you’re ever in the mood for some Entertainment bring it up) 

He is actually made for cuddling because if his arm is uncomfortable to lay on or starting to fall asleep? He can detach it and now it’s your stuffed animal. This can extend to literally any part of him that either of you feels is getting in the way of the perfect cuddle 

Need to feel needed? The way he’ll pull you into him and hold you like you’re going to disappear will let you know he needs you

Absolutely LIVES for pda, he gets to show you off to everyone and have your gorgeous self make him shine brighter in the spotlight? Nothing could be better

Shanks

Sharing his space often means one of you sitting between the others legs, whether one is on the floor in front of the other’s seat or y’all are laying down together with one settled further down the bed, this often leads to you laying your head on the hip or stomach or upper thigh of the other 

He mostly likes to be on his back or stomach and pretty splayed out, so you’ve adjusted yourself to gripping to him after he’s taken over the bed

It always makes him soft to think about you always choosing to cling to him without him having to hold you there, it really drives home that he’s something you actively want

Will grope you, sometimes sexually, but he also just likes the feeling of grabbing you, it’s somewhat of a manifestation of cute aggression 

He’s a sucker for getting his neck/shoulders/upper back rubbed while cuddling (which is a pain if he’s decided to be on his back) and he is not above bargaining for it or prodding you like an indignant pet each time you stop (very good puppy eyes), this is one of his favorite perks of having you in his lap

He’s another one to not care about being seen by others but not because it hasn’t occurred to him (like Luffy) but because anyone judging him is WAY less important than getting more affection from you 

His heart gets really tender when you lay with him and massage the stump of his arm and the shoulder above it because it helps with the phantom pains when he has them, it also help with the tension from using the muscles on that side to compensate, and it reminds him how the only thing about his arm that bothers you is that it hurts him

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[constantmourning]

Head

I wanted to write headcanons for giving and receiving head with Mihawk, Shanks, and Buggy... So, here we are :) Can you tell who my favorite is?

18+! Nsft below the cut!

Shanks

Literally a King tbh

Such a giver??

Also loves to receive, but will die between your thighs if that's an option

Giving is his forte!

So soft and sweet! He is- URGH my heart! He loves making you feel good and wants to know you feel good.

Please be loud for him!! Literally does not care if others hear you.

Will pull back from you, rest his cheek on your thigh and will look up at you, reveling in how he makes you feel.

With receiving he is also soft and sweet!

Doesn't face fuck you unless you, like, really want it.

Tells you how good you are as you give him head. Like constant praise.

After you give him head he just has to return the favor!!! You were so good you deserve a reward!

Mihawk

Mihawk really loves receiving but he will also give.

He is sort of a mix between Buggy and Shanks when it comes to giving and receiving.

Doesn't want to particularly die between your thighs (unlike Shanks), but he does love the sounds you make for him.

Is very, very skilled with his mouth AND fingers.

Will nip and suck on your thighs, making sure you mark you up.

Holds your hips steady so you can't buck into him when he's between your thighs.

Does not care if you're loud, but don't expect him to be too loud.

He LOVES receiving

Please, after a long day, please give him head! It helps him relax.

He is more likely to face fuck you than Shanks but doesn't go too crazy

Will praise you, just like Shanks. He prefers to not call you degrading things as he destroys your esophagus.

Buggy!!

Oh boy… buggy is a freak (endearing) for real

Not as much as a giver as Shanks, or Mihawk.

It's not that he doesn't like it… he's just very insecure okay??? He has too many negative thoughts when he's down there to really focus.

All he can think about is his nose getting in the way of going to town on you. He really does try…

After a bunch of reassuring he is good at what does! Like when he's really in a mood for a taste of you he could stay down there a while, even if his body has other places to be his head will be down there. You best believe that.

LOVES TO RECEIVE!

Will literally go crazy on you, be prepared.

He has no qualms about face fucking as long as you're good with it. If you give him the okay he will go buck wild

He doesn't mind degradation, so he will call you horrible little things while you give him head.

Also he will use his Devil Fruit abilities during sex, like he's got somewhere to go and you don't want him to leave? He will leave you his cock, he literally does not care.

He wants you so loud honestly! He needs others to know who you're fucking! He wants them to hear you gagging on him!

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[marimology]

i wanna sit on his dick in that chair real bad

edit : 09/04 a fic has been posted

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[usopps-devotee]

Cockwarming buggy during a meeting

Imagine Buggy's cock sitting inside you while you're in the middle of a meeting. You can hardly even think as he talks to Crocodile and Mihawk, being the strategist of the group it's most imperative that you're able to focus. With the soft rocking inside you, the appendage separated from the rest of him, it's almost a wonder how you're not drooling over the table, a sharp thrust reminds you where you are and that you're being asked a question.

Without hesitation you snap at Crocodile, being one of the few people in the world to do so without facing his wrath. He gives you a moment to think while you can't decide who you're mad at more. Croc for bringing you back in the conversation or buggy for edging you once more in the middle of speaking, the loss of an orgasm more distracting than anything else the clown has done so far.

He looks so smug sitting next to you, Mihawk is sure it's because Buggy was the one who got you to join this group and under your careful guidance the odd group has managed to accomplish goals they wouldn't have thought before possible. Not the fact that you would be dripping his cum when you stand up yet have been left completely unsatisfied.

You'll let him have this for now but when the two of you are alone he will have hell to pay for all his little stunts he's managed to pull off today.

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[buggysgirlie]

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[tinfairies]

You Tell Them "It's too deep."

One Piece x Reader

Pulls their cock/strap out a bit. "I'm sorry baby, I just got too eager." tries to keep a shallow rhythm, not wanting to hurt you. Might get a bit too eager and go too deep again though.

Sanji, Luffy, Usopp, Koby, Ace

Scoffs and rolls their eyes, "This isn't too deep." then they push their cock/strap further in, making you whine. "This. Is too deep." they pull back out a little and fuck you the way they were originally.

Robin, Nami, Law, Zoro, Helmeppo, Garp, Mihawk, Zeff, Boa Hancock, Shanks, Smoker

Smirks and thrusts in further, loving the way you writhe in pain. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we were doing this for your pleasure." then makes you take every inch of them.

Crocodile, Doflamingo, Buggy, Kuro, Arlong, Alvida

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[lostfirefly]

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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[rorywritesjunk]

All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

It was Buggy's turn to do your makeup.

Rating: R because the girlfriend can't keep her hands to herself or keep her dirty mind from wandering.

Warning: None really, just suggestive themes. Buggy has a bun because I can't help myself, and chest hair. Mentions of nipple piercings on Buggy because why not? And Buggy is a damn tease as well.

A/N: Sequel to the makeup fic. I wrote two versions of this before deciding the second one was more on track with how the original went. It's inspired by a tag from @sporadicthingcollection from the first fic. Title comes from "Closer" by Tegan & Sara.

Part One is here!

The bath had been comforting, warm, and much needed. This time it wasn't Buggy having a bad day and needing some pampering, it was you. Between losing half your groceries from ripped bags to a pot of water boiling over on the stove and making a huge mess, your foot had also been run-over by Cabaji on his unicycle while you were trying to help some of the performers literally find their marks. It wasn't the first time your foot was a victim to the unicycle, but in the chaos of the day, you didn't think to wear shoes and well, the tread-mark shaped cuts on your foot was a reminder to do so next time.

You toweled off and pulled your robe on, wincing as you limped over to the bed to sit. Buggy was sitting at his vanity, only in his underwear as he unwinded from the day as well. His hair was up in a messy bun, his back to you as he wiped away the day's makeup. It was always a fascinating sight to you, and you knew you were lucky to see him in a near vulnerable state like this.

He rummaged through the drawers of the vanity for something before looking up at the mirror and seeing you reflected back at him on the bed. He smirked, the red around his mouth still prominent, making the smirk appear larger than it was.

"See something you like?" He teased. You flushed at being caught staring. 

"Always." You shot back as you continued watching him, a thought coming to your mind. It was dumb to ask. You both were going to bed in the next few hours, but you didn't know when a better time to ask would be. "Buggy, can I ask you something?"

"Depends." He replied as he looked back at himself in the mirror. "What is it?"

"Um… could you do my makeup?" You asked. "It's just… I like seeing how you do yours and… thought maybe you'd be able to do mine? But I get it if you don't want to, you know, I don't think I really have the face for it."

He pushed his chair away from the vanity and stood up. He didn't say anything as he turned to face you and crossed the room in just a few steps. You wondered if you offended him somehow by the way he grabbed your face when he approached you, staring down at you before smashing his lips against yours in a surprising kiss. You gasped when he pulled away, head spinning as you wondered what the fuck brought that on.

"Thought you'd never ask." He grinned. "Let's get started."

He went back to the vanity and started rummaging through drawers, piling whatever his findings were on the top. You wondered if you should even bother to change into clothes since you would likely end up naked by the end anyway, it would be less of a hassle to stay in your robe.

He came back over a few minutes later and gestured for you to scoot into the middle of the bed. Oh, he was going to do it on the bed, like how you did for him. You scooted to the middle of the bed and grabbed a pillow to stick under your head before making sure your robe stayed closed. He crawled on top of you, knees on either side of your body as you moved your hands to rest over your chest. He didn't need to pin your hands down because you weren't going to grope him like he did to you every time you did his makeup.

Once he settled on top of you and you realized the view you would have, you suddenly realized that oh, you can see why he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Sure, you had been under him plenty of times, but not like this. For one thing, his thighs were right there. Of course you've been between them, looking up at him from the ground as you sometimes knelt down in front of him while he sat in his captain's chair, his pants undone as your mouth su-

"Babe." He snapped you back to reality. Your face was red. "You good?"

"Y-Yes." You replied as your fingers twitched, needing to be touching something to keep you focused. He seemed to notice and grabbed them, placing them both on top of his thighs, the last place you wanted to be touching right then because you knew them so well. You knew how they felt under you whenever you were straddling his lap, whether it was in bed or his chair, naked, riding him until-

He cleared his throat and you up at him again, turning redder in the face.

"Behave." He teased as he held up two eyeliner pencils near your eyes. He studied them for a moment before tossing one aside and uncapping the other. He then leaned down, face close to your own as he carefully moved the pencil along your bottom eyelid, looking at you but not really. The urge to pull him down for a kiss was there, and you thought the possibility of losing an eye would be worth it if you got to kiss him right then.

He was finished quicker than you thought and kissed your forehead. You realize you didn't specify how to do your makeup. Was he going to do something elaborate or simple? Your fingers tapped nervously against his thighs as you started to wonder if this was a good idea. You had worn makeup a few times in your younger years but it never looked right, so you gave up trying to learn how to do it on yourself.

But damn were you glad to have asked him to do it. It was a different kind of intimacy having him leaning over you, an eyeshadow palette in one hand and a brush in the other as he whispered for you to close your eyes, which you did without hesitation. Your hands stayed on his thighs, moving up and down his thighs slowly, fingers crooking to drag your nails over his skin. You didn't really pay attention to how much you were moving your hands until you felt the fabric of his boxers against your knuckles. You decided to push your luck as you flattened your hands back down and began to slide them up his boxers slowly.

"Babe!" He yelped as he swatted at your hand. "Hey!"

You cracked one eye open and grinned. "Sorry, didn't realize what I was doing."

"Liar." He scolded, looking scandalized by your actions. "I'll sit on you like you do me if you don't watch it."

"Aw, but Buggy!" You whined. "I can't help it!"

"Watch it." He warned as he held the brush threateningly. "Everything else is fair game right now but that. Just wait."

You pouted up at him as you let your hands move to his waist instead, your thumbs running along the waistband of his boxers. He seemed fine with that and you closed your eyes again as he began brushing the eyeshadow over your lids.

It was just hard not to touch him. Before you knew it, you were sliding your hands up his sides, to his chest, your thumbs brushing over his nipples, resisting the urge to tug on the piercings he had there. You felt him flinch when you touched him, so of course you did it again before running your fingers through his chest hair, hands moving up to his neck so your arms could wrap around him. He cleared his throat and you opened your eyes. 

"Okay, I gotta keep you still." He said. "You're getting too handsy."

"But Buggyyyyyy!" You pouted up at him. "I can't help it, really. Just… fuck, you should see what I'm seeing right now. You look so damn beautiful like this."

He blushed but said nothing as he set the eyeshadow aside. He reached back to unhook your arms from around his neck, pushing them above your head suddenly and holding them against the mattress. He held them down with one hand while the other moved to your cheek, stroking your flushed skin softly.

"And if you could see how you looked right now, babe, underneath me like this…” He trailed off as he tightened his grip on your wrists, his other hand now sliding down your body, untying your robe, touching your stomach as it moved between your legs. You inhaled sharply, trying to move your legs apart for him, biting back a moan.

And then he pulled his hand back without even touching you.

“Buggy!” You whined. “Why?!”

“We’re not finished yet, babe.” He smirked. “I still have to do your lipstick.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy opla #buggy x you #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x you #one piece #opla buggy #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

[onyxopossum]

LA Buggy the Clown x Sick!Reader (One Shot/ Fluff)

Reader is gender neutral/ use of "you" and Y/N

Description: You are sick, and Buggy takes care of you.

-

You ended up catching something awful; the Flu? Seasick? Scurvy–you hoped not. Whatever it was left you feverish, weak, and stuck to your hammock for the foreseeable future. Your eyes were puffy, nose running, throat scratchy, and your head was pounding something fierce. You blew your nose for the umpteenth time that morning before sniffling and throwing the soggy rag you had been using to the floor. The stormy sea did not make your situation any easier as the rocking of the boat made your stomach churn. You groaned and cocooned yourself in your blanket, leaving only your face visible. 

You closed your eyes and, of course, there were heavy feet coming down the stairs to the crew's quarters where you currently felt like you were dying. Your captain Buggy stood in the entranceway, glancing around until he saw you still bundled up. His footsteps approached, and you swear you could hear him grumbling to himself in annoyance.

"(Y/N), whatcha doing." It was more of a statement than a question. "I needed you on deck like yesterday!" Buggy tapped his foot with his arms crossed.

You coughed and rolled over, still wrapped in your makeshift blanket roll.

"Sorry, Captain… I need another minute."

Buggy's irritation seemed to have vanished in that moment before he covered his mouth and nose with his coat sleeve. 

"Woah, geeze (Y/N) you look like shit." Buggy was definitely blunt.

You simply groaned and faced away from Buggy. You could tell Buggy was still there as his feet shifted in place.

Buggy cleared his throat, "All right, so, stay here. I don't need you passing out on deck or falling overboard."

You heard him leave, his footsteps more quiet than before. You sighed and closed your eyes again. You were drifting in and out of sleep until you eventually heard footsteps approach again. You did not turn around yet, but you were waking up as you heard the footsteps stop, and then a chair was dragged on the floor. 

You slowly rolled over, and there was Buggy holding a bowl of something. Buggy's usual large smile was missing. Instead, he looked serious - concerned even.

"Captain? What are you doing here? I'll end up getting you sick, too." You croaked pathetically.

Buggy tsk'ed and scooted the chair closer to your hammock, "I'll be fine. Besides, you haven't eaten, have you? I'm just helping you get better faster so you can get back to your post." 

Buggy cursed under his breath before setting the bowl down on the chair, and you watched him leave without saying anything. You could vaguely hear some glass tinking, wooden boards creaking, and Buggy cursing until he returned with a tied-up rag. He walked back over to you and awkwardly put the rag on your forehead. It was cold but felt amazing on your burning skin.

Buggy picked up the bowl again and sat down. He scooped up a spoonful of the mystery soup and held it up toward you to take a bite. 

Buggy looked surprisingly serious and focused, which shocked you. You wiggled out of your cocoon and held the cold rag on your head as you accepted the mystery soup; it was warm, thick enough to be filling, but not too overpowering to upset your stomach anymore than it already was.

Buggy did not say anything; it seemed he was too focused on making sure not to spill the soup, but you could not help but start to feel better at how careful Buggy was being. Once the soup was finished, Buggy stood up and put the chair back in its place. He shifted the bowl in his hands as if unsure what to say or do.

"I'll have Cabaji check on you later," Buggy looked at you and patted your shoulder gently, "you'll be okay (Y/N)."

Buggy's signature smile returned as he left you to rest and get better. You sighed and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

-

BONUS:

Buggy was wrapped up in blankets shaking from chills as his nose ran. He held his head up with his detached floating hand.

"(Y/N), I'm sick! This is all your fault!" Buggy whined loudly before sneezing into his blanket. 

You, who was feeling much better, sighed but chuckled to yourself at his whining. 

"I'm coming! Hold your body pieces together."

You walked over to him with a bowl of mystery soup and a clean rag for him to wipe his nose.

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[kapriisunz]

FOREARMS . . . | Buggy x ambiguous!reader

Synopsis: You told Buggy you like his muscles.

Warning: Sexual description of being in a chokehold, doggy? kinda?, p in’ ambiguous, back-shots. No dialogue.

A/N: This isn’t a genuine fanfic more like a ‘snippet’ or brain vomit. You can also think of opla Buggy or anime Buggy. I had opla in mind..

You simply told Buggy you liked the muscle of his arm. And now . . .

Your eyes are rolled into the back of your skull, head foggy with the minimal oxygen your blue haired clown is giving you.

One of your hands has gripped his arm, nails threatening too break his skin as the other is tangled into his blue hair.

His face in the crook of your neck biting and kissing the flesh while his forearm is pressed tightly at your neck, keeping you pulled up against his chest all while he drives his throbbing cock into you.

Your breathy moans can be heard same with his own whiny grunting.

He decides that you’re making too much noise, so he tightens his hold on you.

You can feel his strength when he tightened his hold, his muscle flexing on your neck making you squeak at the feeling and almost drool on his arm.

You’re so close, you can tell Buggy is too, his movements at uneven as he hones in on both of your pleasures.

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[choism]

Jester's Game | b.tc

Captain Buggy x Pirate!afab!Reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff (If you squint)

Summary: Trying to overtake Captain Buggy's ship leaves you asking questions, and surprisingly, getting answers

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: top!buggy, afab!reader, unprotected sex (pls dont), cunnilingus, fingering, creampie, squirting, rough sex, gentle sex (yeah wild), inappropriate use of detached limbs, spit as lube (also a no no), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, princess)

A/N: WOOHOO ITS MY FIRST NON KPOP FIC!! I knew I would write for other stuff eventually but I definitely did not expect it to be a recent hyperfixation. Buggy just has me bricked up okay! Anyway I hope y'all enjoy, don't forget to let me know what you thought of the fic in the tags !

It’s a rather unfortunate series of events, really. Sure, you could’ve told your navigator to sail away from the ship with the giant clown crossbones flag. Yeah, it might’ve helped if you had told your crew that they were about to fight some of the toughest pirates in the East Blue. But where’s the fun in that? As their captain, it’s your job to seek the adventure, and well, this was an adventure all right.

It started with you telling your men to approach, cannons firing, your crew hopping their ship, the infamous ship commandeered by none other Buggy The Clown. Yes, the ship your measly crew has decided to board. Listen, it was strategic! Buggy had somehow gotten the map to the grand line back, and your ship just so happened to be within the vicinity of his, so why not seek the opportunity to take it? Well that was your first mistake.

Now, you find yourself here, hands bound behind your back and kneeling with your crew in front of Buggy’s stupid, dumb throne in his stupid, dumb circus tent cabin.

“You all truly are fools for thinking you could take on my band of freaks,” Buggy lazily sprawls over his throne, seemingly unimpressed by your, in his words, ‘lackluster crew’.

“It’s funny actually, how pathetic it was, I mean even Mohji got in a few punches! Ha! Truly a fine show.” The man you assume being the Mohji that Buggy had just poked fun at, slumps his shoulders sadly at his jab. “Now, time to get to the good stuff…” Buggy trails off, standing up and taking a few strides in your direction, his dirty boots stopping directly in front of you. He detaches his hand and uses it to lift your head, pointing your chin up to look him in the eye.

Looking up, you spit and it lands on his cheek, he simply swipes it off with his attached, gloved hand. “So what if you defeated us, it doesn’t make you any better of a pirate, and doesn’t get you any closer to the One Piece.” You tilt your head and smirk. He may have overcome your crew, but he will never overcome your overwhelming ego and pride. It matches his just as equally.

“Ah, that's where you’re wrong, princess,” His grin is just as wide as yours, and briefly you’re confused, what could he mean? “Given your set of thieving skills, probably some of the best in the East Blue, I’ve heard, you’re gonna join my band of freaks, and I’m not giving you a choice sweetheart,” Buggy removes his hand from your chin, and it floats to his arm, re-attaching itself.

“Boys, throw their crew overboard, we have no use for them.” He rolls his eyes and sits back on his throne, “Oh! And go show them to their new quarters, make them feel at home.” Buggy laughs a deep boisterous laugh, one that genuinely sends shivers down your spine.

The pirates lead you into, what is actually, quite a nice room in the lower deck of the cabin, lit by a few candles, and a cot in the corner. Surprisingly, they cut you out of your ropes, and shut the door without locking it. What’s their deal? Don’t they know you can escape at any time if you wanted? Sneak out and steal one of their emergency boats, and sail to the nearest Island? Granted, you aren’t sure where the nearest Island is, you’re a thief, not a navigator.

Instead of worrying about escaping, you roam the small room, admiring your surroundings. The whole ship is clown themed, front he flags to the cabin to everything, but this room is different. Not a single sign of jester-like decorations anywhere. In fact, it’s as if this cabin was decorated specifically for you. Before you can think more of it, the door opens suddenly.

Buggy enters, and closes the door behind him. When he enters you’re sitting on the cot, legs crossed and unamused.

“Not thinking about escaping? Not that you could anyway, we are miles away from the nearest island, and realistically it would take you days to get there on one of our measly boats.” He rolls his eyes, as if annoyed by how small and fragile the boats are, before sitting backwards on the chair at the short desk next to the cot.

“So what do you even need a thief for? Why am I here?” You blurt, already growing impatient from the lack of information being given to you.

“I need you for many reasons, being a thief is only one of them, sweetheart.” Buggy grins and removes his hat, setting it on the desk. “You already have connections at the grand line, and while I know you need my map to get there, I know that you know the people I need to talk to, to gain safe entry without slaughtering half the fucking pirates there.” He leans back and relaxes a bit, observing your facial features.

“And why do you think any of the people I know would want to help you? You’re just some lowly pirate.” You spit at him, angered by his casualness. In what world would you even willingly help him? Who does he think he is?

“Ha…Me? A lowly pirate? This coming from the literal captain of a crew is hilarious! Tell me another joke, please.” He grins knowingly, he knows how to get a rise out of you for sure. You look over his facial expression, smugness overtakes his face and it makes your stomach twist, not with disgust though for some odd reason, with another feeling you don’t quite recognize. 

This whole situation has you feeling all kinds of anxious. How did you just happen to raid the ship of a pirate who just happened to need you for this specific thing, and why is his presence making you feel so…weird? Something isn’t right here, and it can’t be because of your connections to the grand line. No, he’s hiding something. 

“What are you hiding, clown? There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

His face drops, and he gets suddenly very serious, “Listen here, princess,” Buggy gets up from the chair and gets close to you, leaning down, your noses almost touching. “You’re gonna get me to the grand line, I don’t care if I have to torture it out of you, got it? No more questions tonight.” He gets up and suddenly grins very brightly, as if nothing ever happened. “Night night!” Buggy walks out and slams the door, then you hear a locking sound.

Fuck, he locked you in your room. You should’ve expected this, honestly. The way he reacted to your question was so strange. You knew there was something fishy, but you didn’t think whatever it was could’ve prompted that kind of reaction out of him. 

***

The next day you wake up to yelling outside of your cramped room. Yawning, you get up and put your ear to the door,

“I’m sorry Captain Buggy! I didn’t know that was their ship I swear I promise!”

You hear what sounds like a kick to the jaw and a yelp,

“Didn’t know? Didn’t know?! You couldn’t tell by the giant crossbones flag that very obviously bares their symbol? I’m tired of you, someone go throw him off the deck.”

You hear screams and pleads of “No please!” and “I didn’t know I’m sorry captain!” before hearing water splash, then silence, then- oh shit footsteps coming towards your room. You scramble back to your cot and lay down, pretending to sleep. You hear a couple of knocks before hearing a feint “What the fuck am I doing, I go where I want!” Before Buggy barges into the room after unlocking it.

“Get up, I know you heard everything.” He spits gruffly, sitting back in the chair again the same way as yesterday. You sit up abruptly. Last night you couldn’t shake this feeling, of what you felt when Buggy had gotten so serious, and it’s just gotten worse being in his presence. Your abdomen feels hot, your ears feel hot, everything feels hot. It’s like butterflies in your stomach if the butterflies were armed with knives.

“Yes, I did hear, what do you mean by my symbol? I thought bumping into you was a coincidence?” Buggy smiles faintly, and chuckles.

“Yes, it was, I wasn’t informed of what ship we attacked, just that my men captured you all, oh but when I saw you…I knew.” Buggy stands up and motions for you to do the same, getting so close to you, your chests almost touch. He brings his hand to your arm, caressing down the length before gripping your wrist harshly, causing you to wince. “Do you….” he trails off, “Do you really not remember me?” He brings his eyes from your arm to your face, making direct eye contact.

You struggle to find words, what does he mean, remember? Yeah, he gives you a strange feeling everytime you're near him, but you’ve never met this man in your entire life. You think. Honestly you can’t remember anything before the age of seventeen.

“I– no, no I don’t…”

His smile fades, and he lets go of you, “I thought you would remember once you saw me, we were on Gold Roger’s crew together years ago, but you went missing after a particularly tough battle.” He pauses, thinking carefully about what to say next, “You– We– We were close, and I was devastated, I thought you were dead.” He’s being surprisingly vulnerable right now, and it’s kind of scaring you.

“I don’t really remember anything before I turned seventeen, All I know is one day I woke up on an island, a group of pirates took me in, I left, and I’ve been on my own since. The only reason I am where I am today is because I wanted to find who I was, and I figured I could find that out at the grand line.” You feel overwhelmingly sad. Why are you sad? You don’t even know him.

There’s a long silence between the two of you, it’s uncomfortable, tight, and makes you want to leave, until he says, “Let me show you.” He says abruptly, and you think you see a blush across his face.

“Sorry, I mean, please,” Buggy steps into your space again, this time his eyes flit between your lips and your eyes, back to your lips. “I’m sorry we couldn’t find you, I’m sorry you had to go through that, I missed you so much y/n” That was the first time he’s said your name this entire time, but it’s not one you recognize.

“Is that my name?” Your lip quivers, he’s so close now, your lips are inches apart.

“Yes it is, y/n, sweetheart, princess, I’ll call you whatever you want, just let me show you.” The thick air has disappeared and is now replaced with tension. Something deeper, heavier, fills the room. But it’s not a bad thing.

“Let me show you who you were to me.”

You let his face drop to yours, and your lips finally connect.

The kiss is slow, languid. It’s like his lips were meant to connect with yours. Buggy wraps his arms around your waist. Pulling you in closer, and kissing you deeper. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you let him kiss you as deep as he wants. The pace quickens and he slots his leg in between yours, rubbing against your pants and providing much needed friction.

You moan into his touch and he walks the both of you backwards until the back of your knees reach the bed. He lowers you onto it and hovers above you, kissing you again before departing. “Is this okay?” Buggy asks, brushes his hands underneath the bottom of your shirt, slowly lifting it.

“Only if you return the favor.” He chuckles and lowers his head to your neck, sucking and biting gently while riding up your shirt until your chest is exposed. You sit up briefly to take off your shirt and as promised, he does the same. He isn’t overly ripped like most pirates are, but he’s still well toned. His muscles flex as he shifts lower, kissing down your chest, down your stomach and stopping just above the navel.

“When I saw you were the one my men captured, it took my breath away,” He lifts your hips so he can remove your pants and undergarments, “I was scared, anxious, I didn’t know what to do, so I pretended I knew you for your skills, not for your past.” After removing everything, he pushes back, kissing your thighs before sitting up, taking his gloves off with his teeth and throwing them to the side. Man that was hot.

Buggy detaches one of his hands and lets it roam up your torso, reaches your neck and gives it a gentle squeeze. Before leading his fingers over your mouth, asking for entry. You grant it and his index and middle finger slip into your mouth, swirling your saliva around and coating them generously. “When you suspected I knew more, I didn’t know what to do. When you boarded I just knew you by name, not face, there was no way I could’ve expected this.”

He removes his hand from your mouth and moves it down to your center, rubbing through your folds gently and inserting two fingers, scissoring you open and prepping you for what's to come. Buggy uses his still detached hand to remove his own trousers, his cock springing free from its confines. He strokes it slowly, clearly getting off to his detached hand fingering you open.

“Buggy…” You moan, you can’t even reply or form a sentence, the pleasure too good.

“Shhh just relax sweetheart, I’ll take care of you.” He brings his hand away from your now dripping cunt, reattaching it and leaning down. You feel his breathe over your core, he kisses your clit before taking it in his mouth, lapping up your taste and fucking you onto his tongue. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly as he flits between sucking on your clit and tonguing inside of you, but he pulls away.

“Fuck! Why’d you–”

You’re interrupted by his cock entering you and your legs being lifted by his hands so he can enter as deep as possible. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full before. His cock fits so nice and feels so good and he hasn’t even moved yet.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet for me, so fucking good huh? Letting me fuck you like this.” His pupils are so blown out, he watches his own cock pull out and start to thrust into you, it just fuels your arousal further. Buggy starts out slow, just getting you used to his size before he picks up the pace, fucking into you even deeper and faster.

“Shit, gonna cum Buggy please.” He moves your legs to prop onto his shoulders and he grabs onto your waist, pushing down and holding you in place as he fucks into you roughly.

“Gonna cum for me? Go ahead sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.” He moves his hand over your abdomen and presses down, the pressure making you feel dizzy. You feel white hot, the band finally snapping as you come. “Fuck, gonna cum soon too, gonna fill you up so good.”

Buggy relentlessly fucks into your cunt, overstimulating you and causing a pressure to build that’s unfamiliar. “Wait Buggy I, fuck I feel weird it feels good.” Soon, with a loud cry you feel a wetness rush between your legs, causing you to let out a loud string of moans and curses.

“Squirting for me already? God you’re full of surprises. Shit, I’m coming.” A few more snaps of his hips and you feel his hot cum fill you up, as promised. It feels so good. He slows down and pulls out, his load leaking out of you and onto the sheets below. “So good for me.” He whispers, leaning down and kissing you gently. He cleans the both of you up quickly and gets dressed, ready to go back to his quarters for the night.

“Wait Buggy, before you go…” You trail off and he turns around, listening intently. “If you don’t mind, can you tell me more about my- about our, past? I need to know where I came from, what happened.” Buggy smiles gently, walking up and kissing you on the forehead.

“Of course princess, later”

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

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

[constantmourning]

Silly

[Buggy x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: Not being allowed in Buggy's meetings was hard, especially when you craved his attention. So, you came up with a foolproof plan on how to get his attention back on you.

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Fingering, finger sucking, thigh riding, Buggy calling you baby, not beta read

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Buggy got me in a chokehold... He's plaguing my mind... I've only watched OPLA, and haven't finished it just yet, so I do apologize if this is OOC.... I just want him, carnally. My friend sent me two prompts so this was formed from that!

“Please,” You ran towards one of Buggy’s crew members. “I need you to give this to Buggy.” You held an envelope.

“Um, he’s in a meeting…” She gave you a concerned look. “He said to not bother him-”

You pouted at her, “It’s so important! It’s for his eyes only! There is no way Buggy is going to let me in the meeting, considering what happened last time…” You rubbed the back of your neck. “But, really, this is important. He needs to see it.” The crew member narrowed her eyes, about to protest, “I won’t let him do anything to you! I promise! He’ll know what it means!”

She agreed. You thanked her. You hightailed it back to Buggy’s quarters, a smile pulling at your lips the entire time. You waited, and waited. And waited. Then you finally heard it.

Buggy’s wrath.

His scream rang through the ship and you grew giddy. You threw your clothes off and jumped into his bed, covering yourself up with just a sheet. You bit your lip in anticipation and waited for the door to open.

Buggy’s foot slammed into the door and it came swinging open. You smiled at him as you lay waiting. His for the taking. Buggy slammed his door.

“You sent me pictures of you naked while I was in a work meeting!”

His voice was full of anger. His fists were balled and you noticed crumpled papers in one of them. You stared at him with an innocent expression. You sat up and let the cover fall slightly, exposing your cleavage.

“They’re nice, aren’t they?” You cocked a brow at him. “The pictures.”

Buggy growled and your stomach flipped. He held up the photos and let out a guttural noise, and you were sure you could not get anymore wet. He took a step closer and you saw the two photos in his hands. One was your wanted poster, but instead of your face it was your naked body, head out of the shot. And the other was you lying on Buggy’s bed, also completely naked.

Buggy tensed, the papers crumpling in his hands. He looked at you with a darkness in his eyes you had not seen before, and it was extremely hot. “Alvida saw one.” His teeth were gritted.

“Oh!” That wasn’t supposed to happen… “What’d she think? Does she still think I’m ‘just a cutie’? Or is her opinion different now?”

“Why does her opinion matter?!” Buggy was on you in a matter of seconds, caging you in. 

You swallowed hard. "I mean, it doesn't I guess-" Buggy was inches from you, "I'm just being-"

"Silly?" Buggy asked, head cocking to the side. "You know, I really think you have forgotten what silly means…"

"No, not really," You speak without thinking, "how can I forget when you're so silly!" You smiled widely at him. Buggy did not move, he watched you unblinking.

Finally he threw himself off of you and stood up, grumbling, "You're just as bad as the lion…"

You pouted. Buggy was not looking at you though, he was looking at the crumpled pictures of your naked form. You leaned forward, pulling your knees up and pressing your chest to them. "I can make it up to you… after all, I am all yours." When Buggy turned to you, you continued, "I was being silly sending those, but fuck, Buggy! I'm so tired of feeling like an afterthought. You're with Alvida or scheming to get that map-" Buggy dropped the photos to his side and looked at you. "I just want attention sometimes." You placed your chin on the top of your knees and played with the cover.

The papers dropped from Buggy's grasp and he crawled back onto his bed. His gloved hand moved to your chin and he forced you to look up at him. "All you have to do is ask," his eyes stared into yours, his voice low and full of lust. "But I'm afraid I can't stand for the stunt you pulled today…"

"That's what you said last-" You stopped yourself. You did not want to ruin whatever it was Buggy was about to do.

"Hm?" Buggy was not going to let you be quiet. "When did I say that?" He questioned you. "When you decided to act out during the last meeting I let you in? When you were grinding against my thigh and you thought no one would notice?"

Your face was on fire. You nodded.

"And then-" Buggy was inches from you, "-you moaned so loud I had to kick you out?"

"I get it…" You looked away from him. You were just horny and needed an outlet and when Buggy wasn't giving you attention, what were you supposed to do? “My fingers just aren’t cutting it…”

“I can fix that,” Buggy smirked, eyes crinkled. “But, first-” He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to his thigh. You cocked your head. “You’re going to get yourself off. On my thigh.”

You blinked. “No spanking?”

“‘Cause that worked so well last time, didn’t it.” Buggy rolled his eyes. “Come on, don’t be shy now.”

Your face, going down to your neck, was on fire. You scooted towards the other side of the bed and stood up, making your way towards Buggy. He smiled at you; a knowing, shit eating grin. Your heart jumped into your throat. You settled on Buggy’s clothed thigh and inhaled sharply. Your fingers moved towards your clit and Buggy was quick to grab your hand.

“No.” His voice was stern. “Use my thigh. Just my thigh.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders and you gave him a shocked expression. You swallowed hard and began to grind down. Your arms wrapped around Buggy’s neck and you looked down, noticing his pants becoming wet from your pussy. Buggy grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. He was smug to say the least.

Buggy moved one of his hands to your hip and helped you. His leg bounced slightly and you let out a whine. Your grinding continued, you only grew wetter and hornier as you did so. You wanted nothing but to be fucked and Buggy had you using his damned thigh.

“Tell me,” Buggy drawled out, “what do you want?”

“I need you.” You whined, still rocking and grinding. A heat pooling in your stomach. You pushed forward slightly and your clit rubbed against his pants. Your brain malfunctioned briefly. “I need you to touch me-”

“Just cum for me, baby,” Buggy whispered. “I’ll give you everything you want if you can cum for me.”

You let out a whimper and moved your hips faster. Your hips rolled and bucked into his thigh, each time you felt pressure on your clit you whined. Finally you could feel it, your orgasm was getting close.

“Buggy-” You moaned his name, eyes shutting tight, “I’m gonna-”

Buggy’s hands moved to your hips and he stopped you from moving. You froze. You let out a low whine and looked up at him. He cocked his head. “What?”

“Buggy!” You wanted to scream, “I was about to- I was-” You stuttered and stumbled on your words.

“I know, that’s what happens when you pull silly stunts.” Buggy smiled. “But, now… Do you want my fingers?”

You were going to go mad. You could not answer fast enough. “Please! Please, just touch me Buggy. I want to feel you.”

“Anything for you, baby.” Buggy brought his hand up to his mouth and bit his glove, pulling it off in one swift motion. He pulled his other glove off and placed his hands back on your hips. He flipped you easily onto the bed and was looming over you. He watched you for a moment while his hand slowly slid down your side. Goosebumps rose on your skin. Once he reached your pussy, you were sure you were going to combust.

One of his fingers slid into you and and your hips bucked upwards. His fingers reached spots yours could not. He knew what he was doing. Not like you didn’t. But Buggy’s fingers were a lot better than your own, by a long shot.

You wrapped your arms around him once more and pulled him closer to you, close enough for you to kiss his neck. He slid in another finger as you kissed his neck and he was easily making quick work of you. You were puddy in his hands, and he couldn’t enjoy it more. His fingers pumped in and out of you, before he found your clit and rubbed over it. Electricity jolted through you.

“Buggy- Mph!” You mewled for him, “I’m so close. Please-’ Please let me-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence. Buggy decided to be generous at that moment. All he said was “Okay,” and you were coming undone by his fingers alone. Buggy You bucked and cried and pulled Buggy as close to you as possible. Buggy laughed in your ear, and you arched back. Another cry escaping you Buggy started to slow down. He pulled his fingers from you and immediately, without seemingly thinking, popped his fingers in his mouth, sucking.

You watched him with wide eyes. His fingers popped out of his mouth and he smiled down at you. He lowered himself to your face. “You taste delightful dear… It’s a good thing we have all night.”

“You don’t have any other obligations?”

Buggy chuckled, “Not tonight. I’m all yours.” Buggy pushed himself up and over you. “And you are all mine.”

“All yours,” You agreed, nuzzling into him.

“Now, where did you get those pictures taken, hm?” Buggy questioned.

“That’s a secret.” You laughed. “A silly little secret.”

Buggy did not like that answer. He was going to get it out of you one way or another…

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