#opla buggy the clown

[rorywritesjunk]

I won't treat you like you're oh so typical

Buggy wakes you up to help him with his makeup and he sometimes get grabby.

Rating: Soft R? Idk. Some swearing, and uh, innuendos. No sex. I plan to write sex at some point but I just wanted to keep this kind of fluffy for now.

Warnings: Insecure!Buggy because that's my anime husband right there, needing assurance while his lady does his makeup. Some swearing. Buggy is kind of a brat in this.

A/N: Inspired by the image of that woman sitting on top of another doing her makeup. The title comes from "Closer" by Tegan & Sara. Part Two is here!

“You have got to stop moving, Buggy.” You warned as you held the eyeliner pencil near his eye. “Do you want to be known as Captain Buggy the One-Eyed Clown? Because that’s what’s going to happen if your hand grabs my ass again.”

“But baaaabe!” He whined underneath you. You sat up and crossed your arms as you looked down at him. Currently you had him laying underneath you on your shared bed while you straddled him to do his makeup. Barely twenty minutes ago he woke you up from a deep sleep, demanding you help him with your makeup. You were still in your damn pajamas as you sat on top of your silly boyfriend.

“Buggy.” You sighed. “I can’t get this done if you keep groping me.”

“I can’t help it!” Buggy pouted. “Why are you trying to seduce me while doing my makeup? I can’t control myself when you’re dressed like this!”

You rolled your eyes. This being your pajamas. Light green boxer shorts with bananas printed on them and a shirt you cut the sleeves off of. Of course he’d find that sexy. You held the pencil up threateningly. 

“Let me continue or this is going to take all day.” You told him as you leaned back down. He sighed and settled back down on the bed. While you managed to keep his arms pinned to his sides with your knees, his hands still could wander. You cursed his Devil Fruit powers when it came to situations like this. Sure, they were great for getting things off tall shelves or scratching your back when he was busy, but times like this you cursed it.

“Oh, what big plans do you have?” He asked as you worked the pencil around his eyes carefully. You didn’t respond at first, being careful not to jab him in the eye either on purpose or on accident. You sat up just enough to make sure the job was done well before you sat back up to grab the next bit of makeup. “Does it involve getting naked at any point with your fearsome Captain boyfriend?”

You gave him an unamused look as you grabbed a different pencil, the one you used to draw the skull on his forehead. “I was planning on going back to sleep because my silly Captain boyfriend woke me up to do his makeup and won’t stop trying to feel me up.”

He grinned cheekily at that as one of his hands did grab your ass, giving a sharp pinch to your left cheek. You yelped and reached back to swat at his hand before looking back at him. “Come on!”

“Stop seducing me then!” He whined. “Why do you have to be on top of me every time anyway?”

“Because… of the lighting, Buggy.” You told him as you lied through your teeth. This wasn’t the first time you’ve done his makeup like this. In the past you tried while he sat at his vanity, but found it hard to get the right lighting. Not to mention there was a mirror there and he could see everything you did. He made it a point to give a running commentary about what you were doing wrong and it drove you crazy. You finally gave up and had him lay down on the bed where you could see his face better and have better angles for his makeup. “And the shadows on your face throw me off when you sit down. If I do it this way, I can see your beautiful face more clearly..”

He fell silent as you called his face beautiful, and you noticed his cheeks were a little red. You smiled and kissed him on the forehead before you finished drawing the skull and crossbones. You looked down at him and grinned. So far the makeup wasn’t looking half bad. The last bit was applying the red lipstick. This was actually your favorite part because it was the easiest, and honestly, his lips were so soft to touch that every time you did apply his lipstick, you couldn’t help but kiss him afterwards. 

You grabbed his chin gently to keep his head still as you dabbed it over his lips carefully, making sure to apply it thick. He looked up at you as you did, taking notice how focused you were and how you even stuck your tongue out in concentration. It was… it was cute. He liked seeing you like that. He managed not to pout when you let go of his chin, but when he felt your thumbs on his lips, no doubt to smear the excess lipstick around his mouth, he couldn’t help but kiss at the pads of your thumbs. 

You smiled and cupped his head in your hands gently as you leaned down to kiss him. Fresh makeup on Buggy was always a glorious sight to see, because you knew in a few hours it would start to fade, smear, and look unkempt. You had the honor of seeing him first each day.

After a moment, you nipped at his bottom lip gently before you pulled back from the kiss. You reached up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking surprised to see so much red lipstick on it. You must have overdone this time. When you looked back at Buggy, however, you saw the look in his eyes and began to have regrets.

“Buggy…” 

He wasted no time pushing you on your back and rolling on top of you, forcing your legs apart as he grinned down at you. He reached up to touch your lips, dragging his thumb over them slowly, and when he pulled his hand back you could see there was still lipstick on you. You rarely wore makeup, not really enjoying it on yourself as much as you enjoyed seeing it on Buggy. He stared at your lips for a moment longer before he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, working his way to your jawline and to your ear, humming in appreciation as he saw the red marks he was leaving. 

He pressed a kiss to your earlobe before whispering, “You really think I’m beautiful, or are you just saying that so I fuck you?”

Honestly, it caught you off guard. He was beautiful. Fuck, his eyes, hair, nose, everything about him was beautiful. His personality, at times, drove you crazy, and he knew that, but you also knew he still had insecurity about his looks and being a pirate and, well, everything. He was just insecure. You reached up and put your hands on his cheeks, smushing them forward and making his lips pucker; he was resembling a goofy fish at that moment.

“The most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled him down for a kiss, holding on for just a moment before pulling back and pressing your lips to his nose. You could feel him tense up, and you were proud of him for not pulling away. After letting go of his face, your hands removed his bandana and your fingers began combing through his hair. “Fearsome and flashy, Captain Buggy.” 

“That so?” He grinned, the moment seeming to pass now. “Tell me more then.”

“I’d love to.” You replied. “If you get off me and let me finish your damn makeup.”

[illusioninfnty]

day 31 ; sex pollen

↠ buggy the clown x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1.6k warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, semi-public sex, fuck or die-ish, fingering, banter, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You know Buggy’s going to leave as soon as he gets his body back.

You’re not going to let that happen. When he finally reattaches himself, and runs off with a see ya!, you run after him.

“Stop!” you call out to him. “You need to stay and fight. We saved your ass, didn’t we?”

He turns around and sighs dramatically seeing you. “You again? Seriously sweetcheeks, would ya let me leave?”

You cross your arms, and give him the most intimidating glare you can muster. You only recently joined the crew, and you wanted to prove that you were tough enough to fight with the rest of them. Making sure that Buggy helped you guys fight Arlong and his fishmen while Luffy went to go save Nami was a way to prove yourself to them.

“I can’t let you—” you're interrupted by a fishman coming out from behind Buggy and approaching you. You whip out a dagger to prepare for his attack, but before you can get a move in he sprays some sort of powdery mist in your face, completely taking over your vision.

“Good luck trying to fight me now when you gotta deal with that,” he snickers as he runs away.

You cough and bend over, hands on your knees, as the mist lands in your nostrils and mouth. You try to swat it away in the air surrounding you, but it feels as though the mist has already gotten inside of you, and there’s no way to escape it now.

“Well, anyways, I’m going to go then,” Buggy starts, slowly backing away as he gets ready to escape.

You’re too weak to try and distracted now to try and stop him, but then your body starts to feel different. Your internal temperature skyrockets, causing beads of sweat to start dripping down your face despite the fairly average temperature outside. You can feel your body not getting hot because of that, but also the sudden arousal that threatens your core. 

Your legs begin to tremble as your body aches with need, a deep feeling in your gut that you never felt before. It’s like a hunger that needs to be sated immediately, as though it were a life or death situation. It has you wanting to just stick your fingers inside of your pussy and just fuck yourself silly until you can rid yourself of this itch you can’t seem to scratch.

“W-wait!” You call out to him. You must sound extremely desperate, because Buggy actually stops and turns towards you instead of ignoring your pleas.

You swallow hard and continue. “I need…help.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you grit out your words, embarrassed by just how much you want the stupid clown to fuck you. You can already feel how wet you are through your bottoms, and as the seconds tick by it feels as though your arousal is going to start spilling out onto the floor. “Need you to fuck me. Please.”

You’re too ashamed of your desperation to look Buggy in the face to see his reaction to your words. You only know of his answer when you fall to your knees, legs too weak to hold yourself up, and you feel his palm on your back.

“Well when you look like that, how can I say no?” Sarcasm drips in his voice, and you can tell he’s not really taking you seriously.

“I’m serious!” You try to sound as adamant as you can given how weak you feel at the moment.

“So am—” You interrupt him, finally having enough, by grabbing him by the back of his neck and smashing your lips against his own in a kiss.

His own hands move to cup your face, and you open your mouth up to let his tongue in. As the kiss becomes sloppy, you start to rid yourself of your clothes, needing your body to cool down.

He pulls away as he sees you baring yourself to him, eyes widening and a smirk overtaking his face. “Woah, didn’t realize you wanted to fuck me so badly. I would’ve happily done it if you were nice and asked.”

You don’t have it in you to protest him now. Instead you move your fingers inside of you, your juices gushing out of you despite the lack of attention your pussy had been receiving.

“The shit he sprayed me with,” you start. You lay yourself on the ground, arching your back as you piston your fingers in and out of you, praying that you find your release soon.

Buggy hums in thought. “I should be thanking him, then. Got myself a nice view.”

“You can do that after you fuck me.” The next thing you know his cock is inside of you, and he’s thrusting with the vigor of a man starved. You moan and arch yourself into him, your hands scrambling as they claw at his back. You wrap your legs around him, wanting to keep him close as his thick cock ruts into you.

You don’t think sex had ever felt this good before. Your juices are squirting out of you, proving to be a great replacement for lube, and your walls clench down hard on Buggy’s cock, like a vice. He groans above you as you tighten your grip around him, walls fluttering as they refuse to let him leave you.

The pleasure is too much for you to bear, and you can hardly talk. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, drool escaping the corners of your lips.

All that comes out of your mouth and pathetic whimpers and breaths of yes, yes, yes as Buggy fucks you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits out as his muscles bulge from holding you down with so much force. His hips collide with your own, the sounds of your skin slapping loud enough to draw the attention of anyone who would’ve been in the vicinity of the two of you. “Shoulda fucked you when I first saw you. Lookin’ all cute in slutty in your little pirate getup.”

You know you should feel insulted by the way he technically insinuated you were “playing” pirate, but the horny, afflicted side of you only chooses to focus on the yearning in his voice of wanting to fuck you, and how his cock is hitting parts of you that make you see stars.

It comes to no surprise to you that your orgasm is already closely approaching within minutes of having Buggy’s cock fucking into you. Your nails dig into his skin, and your whines increase in pitch and speed.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Buggy groans as you clench down even harder around his cock, as impossible as it may seem, and your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. You can only gasp out curses as you squirt all over his cock, your juices rushing out of you wildly.

Your release soaks yourself and him, both inside and out. Buggy’s orgasm isn’t too far behind as his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm and soon he’s moaning lowly in your ear and filling you to the brim.

A sudden rush of calmness washes over you as Buggy’s cum fills you up. It’s like all of the horniness and desperation for sex escapes your body as soon as it comes into contact with his cum. Your body temperature returns to normal, and the shaking of your body is solely in response to your orgasm instead of the deep aching within your core that seemed as though it could never be satiated.

You hold onto him for a couple of moments longer, catching your breath and coming down from your high as Buggy’s arms also remain wrapped around you and his cock stays nestled inside your entrance.

It’s then that you hear your name being called out in the distance. It seems as though while you were affected by the mist powder, your crew had completed all they set out to do.

Not wanting them to see you in the precarious situation you’re in, covered in juices and Buggy on top of you, still inside your entrance, you scramble away from him. Stumbling as you put your pants back on, ignoring the way his cum pools out of you, you give him a kick to his side.

“Ow!” He whines, rubbing the area you made contact with.

“Get out of here!” you whisper to him, despite no one being around you for probably miles out. “If they see us like this I’m totally screwed!”

He rolls his eyes, but still goes to stand up and get dressed again. “Oh, what? Embarrassed to be seen with me? Real original.” 

Your eyes narrow and you cross your arms. “I am trying to make a good impression with my crew, and this—” your hands gesture to yourself and Buggy—“is not going to help that.”

Buggy holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. But you owe me one.” He begrudgingly begins to leave by walking backwards, his eyes on yours the entire time. “Next time we meet, I'll have you help me out with something.” He wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes you want to cringe, yet you can’t find it in yourself to dismiss him completely.

You shoo him away, ignoring the way heat rises to your cheeks. “Maybe. Now scram.”

You see your crew approach just as Buggy is out of sight. Thinking about your encounter with him more, technically, your mission was a success. You’d call it a win in your books.

[writer12]

I know that many people love Sub!Buggy, don't you dare deny it…

Buggy whined quietly, biting his lower lip and rolling his eyes. It is very difficult to restrain himself when he is tightly tied with ropes to a chair, and his sweet woman is lying on the bed in front of him. His disconnected cock slides deep into your pussy, making a slapping sound and making you moan softly. Buggy can't deny that it's a song for his ears and he loves the warm walls of your pussy squeezing around his cock, but he wants to touch your body so badly. His bound hands twitch slightly, trying to find a way out, and with small tears of pleasure in his eyes, he looks at you with a silent gaze.

"H-Honey, my d-darling, my b-beauty." He says quietly pleadingly, trying to get your attention. "J-Just untie me already and let me touch you too…"

[lostfirefly]

I declare Naked Buggy Day 😁😁

Sorry not sorry 💙

Artist: citrvzz0

[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.

☆☆☆

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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[nicksolemnlyswears]

WASH YOUR WORRIES AWAY

pairing: opla!buggy the clown x reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+, cursing, oral (male receiving), p in v, honestly this one is pretty tame but it's cute <3

a/n: hi hi hi! im back with my bullshit! no but this one is really fucking sweet (maybe a tad cheesy at the end). i had the idea for a while so i was really happy to see that he people of tumblr voted for this choice on the poll.

i started this being super naughty with sanji and zoro and now look at me being a doll with buggy and mihawk (which is strange cause they can easily be the kinkiest mfs).

so i think im gonna write another oneshot for buggy in the near future. maybe one for nami and then i'm gonna go back and write the third part for the sanji x reader x zoro. that's gonna be real fucking interesting. it'll be my first time writing a threesome so wish me luck!

thank you guys for reading and putting up with my wild imagination!!

(as always my psa that this is solely based on the live action)

Buggy the Clown stomps into the Jolly Roger angrily. His crew is nowhere to be found on the empty deck. He expected them to be awake, running around, making plans to get their Captain back. Instead, they are snoozing in the rooms of his ship, shielding themselves from the cold ocean breeze.

Buggy mutters insults towards his freaks under his breath. The lot of them should freeze for all he cares. The fishmen kidnapped him, and all they're doing is getting their fucking beauty sleep. He's starting to believe he wasn't missed.

He beelines to the Captain's quarters, where he finds a pretty sight welcoming him. You're on his side of the bed, peacefully asleep. Buggy intentionally slams the door behind him, rudely waking you up from your slumber.

You jump at the bang and sit up, looking alarmed at the intrusion. "Buggy!" You gasp, relieved to see him, "You're back!"

You and the freaks have been working nonstop on keeping the ship afloat and searching for its Captain. You've barely rested in weeks, tracking down Arlong and his crew.

Today, you finally found the location of Arlong Park and set sail. You stopped an island away to let the freaks rest before marching into battle. They will need it to beat the fishmen or at least make enough damage to get Buggy out.

"No thanks to you and my useless crew," Buggy bites, throwing his coat to the side dramatically. At least his theatrics were not hurt while he was away.

You stand from the bed and approach him softly. He's like a wounded animal that might bolt at any second.

"That's not fair. You know we were on our way," you softly say, feeling bad about his harsh tone. Buggy loves to tease you and push your buttons, but it's not often he's genuinely angry at you.

"Taking your sweet ass time, it seems," he cries out, gesturing at the door as if referring to his sleeping crew.

You let it go and decide not to continue arguing. He's physically and emotionally wounded. Not to mention his ego. You stand centimeters away and grab his gloved hand, "Let me make it up to you, Bugs."

Being this close, you can assess his appearance closely. His makeup is smeared more than usual; it's faded on some parts as his blue stubble breaks through the white face paint, and his eyes look defeated.

"Yeah, make it up to me. Let's see what you come up with," he says sarcastically, letting your hand fall from his grasp. His words might drip with sarcasm, but they are a plea for help in disguise. So you pay him no mind, knowing that by the end of the night, you'll have him like putty in your hands. Only to rebuild him back into the Buggy the Clown you know and love and the Marines fear.

"I'll be right back." You tell him, leaving the room momentarily. You return minutes later with a freak who pushes a wooden tub behind you with steaming water. The freak barely spares a glance at Buggy, scared that the clown might lash out at him.

Closing the door once he leaves, you prepare the water with oils and fragrances. Buggy watches from afar, sitting on the wooden chair he has in his room. He's used to hunching on it for hours, examining his maps, and executing master plans for the next big adventure. He likes looking over his shoulder to watch you sleep peacefully as insomnia grabs hold of him. It brings him peace.

"Come 'ere, Bugs," you say, grabbing his hand to help him up. Buggy grumbles in protest despite looking forward to the bath. "Let me take care of you," you whisper, looking up at him. You place your hand on his chest in comfort.

"I don't need you to take care of me. I'm a grown ass man," Buggy gruffs out, avoiding your gaze. It's not like he's felt like a man in the past few weeks as he's been carried around in a sac as a mere head while his body was beaten constantly by the fishmen. It was degrading and made him feel extremely weak.

You roll your eyes at him but play along, "You're right. You are a grown, strong man. Will you indulge me, though? It'll make me feel better seeing you're okay."

Buggy finally meets your eyes and nods, "For you."

There's no reason for him to say no. You're the person that knows him best in this world. You probably know what he's feeling without him telling you in the first place. Still, he acts difficult because he's bratty like that and because sometimes he has a hard time understanding you're there for him no matter what, with no ulterior motive.

You softly smile at him and pat his chest. Your hands trail up to the scarf tied around his neck, and your fingers swiftly undo the knot. You throw it on the bed as you continue down his chest, reaching the buttons of his vest.

Buggy watches you closely as you concentrate on undoing the buttons. Your touch never lifts from his skin for more than a second, granting him the pleasure of feeling your soothing touch after many weeks.

The vest falls on the floor as you push it back over his shoulders. Fingertips tickle his arm as you reach his hand to take off one of his gloves. Your eyes timidly meet his as you plant a small kiss on his palm.

Before he met you, he never thought such a minuscule action could mean so much. Now, he craves it often. It's your way of saying 'I love you,' seeing as Buggy is not good with words. You give him options to show his love, and that's priceless to him.

Your curious eyes have already taken in all his bruises and minor cuts. There's no doubt Arlong's men had been beating him up. You don't bring them up, knowing Buggy will close up again. He'll talk when he's ready.

You kneel on the floor, helping him off his boots, and quickly after, you get rid of his pants, too. You guide a butt-naked Buggy to the tub, ordering him to get in.

"Ohh," Buggy bites back a moan as the warm water soothes his aching muscles. The smell of eucalyptus wafts up to his nose. It's his favorite scent because it's the one you used when you met.

"Would you like me to wash your hair?" You ask him, untying the knot on his head scarf.

"You said you were gonna take care of me. Do whatever you want, sweet cheeks," he knows you've already made your decision, as his hair is already down before he can respond. You beam at the nickname, knowing your Buggy is softening up.

His bright blue hair falls down his back and into the water. Grabbing a jug, you fill it with water and softly tell Buggy to tilt his head back. The water cascades down his head, wetting his hair and turning it a beautiful deep teal.

Buggy opens his eyes and sees your calm expression as you concentrate on not getting any water on his face. A small fraction of his anger chips away, seeing how much you care for him. Only you'd know he hates the feeling of water pouring down his face.

You grab oils from your selection and brush them through his hair, ridding him of any sand and grime stuck in it. Buggy involuntarily closes his eyes as you massage his scalp with the tip of your fingers. A mixture of a sigh and moan falls from his lips.

When his hair is clean and untangled, you grab the bar of soap and a sponge to clean his body. Your eyes are attentive to any bruise or cut, careful not to hurt him any more than he is.

You notice his neck is quite stiff as you spread the soap suds across his back, so you spend some time massaging the area. You dig your thumbs into the tension knots, causing Buggy to become more vocal, groaning and moaning whenever you hit a spot that needs extra care.

Moving to kneel beside the tub, you wash his chest and stomach. Buggy simply stares as you focus on getting every speck of dirt off of him. Any other day, he'd be making you laugh and throwing inappropriate jokes, but the time didn't seem right to him. So, he kept quiet and observed how you tried to hide your grimaces whenever you encountered a nasty bruise.

You massage his knees when you get to his legs because you know they hurt. Buggy might not complain about any pain, but you know the chop chop fruit makes his joints ache when he uses his abilities.

As the dirt is washed away from his body, so does his anger. He's sure that by the end of the bath, he won't be any better than a harmless puppy, and that's all you wanted. Buggy needs to let go of the anger he harbors inside so he can come back stronger than ever and lead the crew to its next adventure, whatever that may be.

You leave his face for last. You're the only person on earth who has the honor and pleasure of cleaning his face free of its makeup. Carefully, you wipe away with a rag the grease paint covering his handsome face. There's layer upon layer of paint staining his skin. A splash of blue over his eyes, red on the corner of his lips, white on his hairline. You wipe away each layer until you're able to see your Buggy. Not Buggy the Clown.

"There you are," you smile, cupping his face. Buggy's hand comes up to encase yours to simply kiss your palm. Beautiful blue eyes stare back at you shyly. Without all the makeup, he tends to feel more self-conscious about his nose.

"You know I was coming for you, right?" You ask him to make it clear you never intended to abandon him.

"I know, Princess," he says, leaning further into your touch. Your thumb brushes over his stubble before you pull back your hand. A soft protest leaves him.

"Let's get you out," you murmur, helping him out of the bath. You tell him to stay where he is as you fetch the towel.

Once you start something, you have to finish it. With the same love and care, you dry Buggy's body, kissing his bruises as you go along. You get on your knees to dry his legs as well.

It's a very intimate position you're in. Buggy's manhood is right in front of your face. He's looking down with hooded eyes, waiting for your next move. He'll go as far as you want to go tonight.

Having him away for so long, you can't resist kissing around his pubic bone. You avoid touching his cock for now as you tease him, looking up at him innocently.

His length begins to harden as you keep brushing your lips all around his thighs and pubic area, but not where he needs to feel you most. You notice his fists clenching as he holds back from grabbing your head and placing it exactly where he wants.

Finally, your lips kiss his length, all the way from the base to the tip. That alone gets all of his blood to surge down to his cock. You continue this torturous pace for too long, teasing the tip of his cock with your tongue.

"Fuck, Princess," Buggy groans, looking into your eyes.

He's tired. He's been away for weeks. Despite wanting to fall on his bed and die for the next ten hours, his need to have you wins out. So, with the energy boost you gave him with the bath, he grabs your arm and pulls you up.

There will be time for you to suck his cock another time. Now, he needs to feel you as close as humanly possible. Buggy grabs your face and presses his lips against yours.

He kisses you deeply and sloppily, tasting your minty lip balm. He hunches over you as you lean back, overwhelmed by the sudden display of affection. Kissing him back just as fiercely as your arms wrap around his sides, pulling yourself closer.

His hand leaves your cheek to tug on the strings of your night dress and push it off your shoulders. The falling fabric tickles your skin as you're left just as exposed as he is.

Buggy grips your breasts, your sides, your thighs, and your ass. All to feel you so fucking close to him. He doesn't care if he's suffocated by you. After weeks of being tortured, all he wants is to feel your soft, caring touch.

You push Buggy back into the bed, and you tumble down with him as his hold on you is unrelenting. You won't be leaving his side tonight. Buggy sits in the center of the bed with you on his lap, grinding against his length.

"Fucking adore you," Buggy breathes, digging his head on your shoulder to leave kisses there, "and the way you take care of me."

"I'll always take care of you, Buggy," you tell him, cupping his jaw so you can look into his eyes, "You're mine. I gotta take care of what's mine, okay?"

A whine comes out of him as he nods at your words. He kisses your palm again, telling you everything you need to know. Buggy leans his forehead against yours. Something he had to get used to at the beginning due to the fact your noses also touch, but right now, it's the farthest thing on his mind. Having you close is his number one priority.

You line his cock with your entrance and slowly sink into it. You watch Buggy's face contort into one of pleasure as his mouth slightly gapes and his eyebrows furrow. You start bouncing softly, being mindful to be gentle with his aching body. Meanwhile, he grabs into your hips, helping you along, his fingers digging into you, afraid this is all a dream, and you'll go away.

There's no way this is a dream. You feel too warm and tight around him for it not to be real.

Buggy's arms encase your body as he pulls you flush against him. Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach. It doesn't matter that it makes it harder for you to move on top of him. Buggy drags his short nails down your back, relishing the heat of your skin. It's not with the intent to hurt but to feel you close.

You keep your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at the roots just how he likes it. You've resorted to grinding on his lap, as that's how much movement he allows you. His eyes bore into yours, depicting so many emotions he can't begin to comprehend, much less talk about. But it's enough for the two of you.

You peck his lips and ask, "You doing okay?"

Buggy nods and whispers, "I'm doing fucking perfect." He steals a kiss and another and another. Each kiss you let him steal gets progressively longer until he has his tongue in your mouth, tasting you.

The grind of your hips is enough to bring him to the edge. With a warning to your lips, Buggy spills inside of you. He revels in the level of closeness that brings. You play with his hair as he rests his head on your chest, catching his breath.

You need not say anything. It's a moment of vulnerability, and you let him have it. Buggy is resetting and pulling himself together back to the person he usually is.

That night, you sleep naked with Buggy basically on top of you. His head rests on your chest as he falls asleep listening to your heartbeat, and you hold him all throughout the night.

Except, when you wake up, he's gone. As your senses fully wake up, you notice the boat rocking. You've already set sail. Quickly, you get ready and go out onto the deck.

"About time you woke up, Sweet Cheeks!" Buggy yells from the helm, standing by the ship's wheel. The sun beams on Buggy's face, the familiar makeup freshly painted on his face. "It's time to get to work. I have some pirates to deal with."

"Yes, Captain!" You say, which earns you a sneaky wink from Buggy. With a soft laugh, you shake your head and walk through the ship to help the freaks with whatever they might need.

With you by his side, there is nothing Buggy can't overcome.

[mawwart]

HIS HAT DOESNT HAVE THE TASSELS THEY DIDNT LET HIM KEEP HIS PIGTAILS WHERE DID THEY GOOOOO

WHERE ARE HIS PIGTAILS

For those who don’t know

[withlotsofloveabbi]

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.

[nightmaretherabbit]

I DON'T EVEN WATCH ONE PIECE !!!!

But that clown HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD-

[monoartt]

Anyone wanna talk about buggy with me? (◍•ᴗ•◍)?

(Reference is by the amazing Vamos_MK on Twitter... I reference them so much so get used to that XD )

[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?”

[purplemang0z]

Drawtober: Day 1! Millie as Buggy the Clown

[soranatus]

[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.

[onyxopossum]

I have one of the best friends in the whole world-- they got me this Buggy standee from Japan for my birthday (10/22) 🎂

I love it so much 😭💜

[nicksolemnlyswears]

now that i’ve done the mihawk oneshot (which left me giggling and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl) (i recommend you check it out ;))

it’s time for buggy the clown! love of my life. i’m too much of a slut for the blue hair, okay? even if it was barely featured in the live action. question is…

i’m very much torn between the two cause they are both so good in my mind…

first one is a bit more wholesome and the second a bit more raunchy (btw the girl in the second option is like 19-20…)