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CLOWN THRONE & BALLOONS | LA!Buggy x fem!reader

Summary; You like kneeling for Buggy while he’s on his silly chair.

Warnings; Descriptions of Buggy being hot on said chair, fucking Buggy on said chair; Oral (m receiving), p in’ v, fem terms, you ride until you die.

LIVE ACTION ONE PIECE SPOILERS

A/N; FanFic writers please hurry on this I need this man carnally. Gotta smash the clown fear out of me. Also I’m not a fanfic writer but we need someone to jumpstart it, so if this isn’t up to your standard: my bad, I’ve never written and published before especially NSFW.

p.s: If it gets out that the actor doesn’t like his portrayal to be used in this type of way, I’ll be deleting this out of respect. Until then, Enjoy.

Masc!reader here! <- not made yet.

Under a harsh spot light that only lights a tiny portion of the carnival tent, you’re knelt in front of your captain. Right in-between his legs, with your head resting dangerously on his thigh, staring up at him.

Buggy had laughed Cabaji out of the tent when he had reported back from Shells town all before you came in.

He’s ‘relaxed’ on the wooden carnival chair, his hat hanging from ontop of the back bar of the seat, with one of his legs propped up on the arm rest and foot swinging lazily really helps encourage the imagination.

his brows crease his paint, shoulders are tense as he giggles at his speech.

Recounting the way Cabaji spoke of someone—and not him—had taken the Grand Line chart, you almost feel sorry for Cabaji.

The way Buggy speaks of this sounds as if he finds this amusing, you’re sure apart of him does but you can tell that he’s all but relaxed.

Buggy’s pride is flashy tales of himself, finding pure enjoyment from his endeavors so he can showcase them to the world. So, when some nobody ‘pirates’ haphazardly steal a map he planned to steal himself? He laughs.

But it seems all too forced.

"Captain?.." You ask.

He still wears his white and red striped bandanna however it does work as intended since you can still see fray blue hairs that linger around his face.

You wonder, if you asked, could he put his blue hair into a ponytail. But you shake that thought away.

Buggy grumbles in thought, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, minding his own clown paint. You frown at the sight of him and gently stroke his thighs in an attempt to soothe him. 

“What will we do?” His eyes snap down at you, sending a thrilling chill down your spine. He giggled, almost too giddy for this situation.

He hums while cocking his head down at you and grinning mockingly. He sits upright, putting his leg down with a loud thud, trapping you in-between him, and making your breath hitch.

“The map is mine.” He states tucking a fray hair behind you ear casing you to try and lean into his hand.

However, he snaps his gloved hand to your chin, pulling your face and bringing you closer to him. The wood floor creaks, your knees are a little chafed from kneeling for to long, but you pay no mind- too focused on Buggy and how his face is ever so close to yours. Your noses almost touching.

“And I’m gonna get it back.” He brushes his thumb over your lip, smudging your own clown makeup to the side, making you nod up and down at his own words. “No matter who I have to kill.” He lets you go, pulling back against the chair again, you let out a breathy sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.

You can tell that he’s stressed, that he’s angry since he spent months planning only for it to be for nothing.

A light bulb lights above your head.

Looking around the tent, you and your captain are the only people present as the other ‘freaks’ of your crew must be perfecting their ‘performance’ or taking care of the ‘audience’.

You muster the guts to carry on rubbing his thighs while gradually moving your hands upward along him.

You again place your head on his thigh while feigning innocence. You feel up the striped tunic and then tug at the hem of his pants. He swiftly grips your wrist and causes your breath to catch.

“What are you doing?” He eyes you.

“I..want to make you happy,” You continue, trying you best to not show how worried you actually are, worried that you step a bit too close to danger with your intentions.

He bends forward and looks at you in the eye. His stare makes you even more nervous, aren’t able to determine if he is angered by what you are doing from the stoic way he stares.

You’re about to apologize but to your surprise he presses a kiss to your wrist almost too affectionate.

He lets go of your hand and grabs the back of your head, pulling you into one kiss. You let out a moan, heat rising up to your face both in shock and rosemary colored-lust. He pauses to look at your face, his hand entangled into your hair with a vice grip.

“You want to take care of your captain?”

He asks tightening the grip in your hair making you bite back another moan, but you nod on your own this time.

He leans back casually, chuckling at the sight you. His red paint had smeared over your mouth, you must look stupid, pathetic even: You’re knelt in front of him hair ruffled and face paint mucky but he finds humor in your messy appearance.

“Show me,” Buggy purrs with a wave of his hand for you to continue, a lustful glint in his eye, you nod.

You’re now set on a mission, and that mission is to give your jolly captain the most mind numbing head. And maybe more if you’re lucky

With his own consent you continue with new found courage, you unlace his tan trousers as he spreads his legs for you, giving you more room.

Your heart pounds against your chest.

You want to please your captain.

You glide you hand down and graze his crotch, a prominent bulge in his pants all while he watches, hissing at your touch.

Finally you pull his pants and underwear down to his mid thigh, his cock throbs against his abdomen.

Buggy, who still a hand in your hair, tugs you closer, nervously you take is heavy cock into your hand, and give an experimental stroke.

With a flat tongue you follow a long vein, giving a lengthy lick from the underside of his shaft to the pink-ish tip, his chest his heavy as he breathes, trying not roll his head back and keep his eyes on you.

He wants to watch you do this.

“Such a good girl..”

Needing more praise from your flashy clown captain you continue.

Your mouth is on the mushroom tip as you suck down, taking him halfway to not trigger a gag reflex.

You clench you thighs together at the groan he makes desperate for any friction, you bob your head on his cock while giving rough strokes on the part you can’t fully take.

However, Buggy forcibly pulls your head down on him making you grab his thighs and gag slightly, he waits only a moment for you to recover, your nose buried into his bunched tunic.

You give him a light tap and he has you moving your head again along his cock again, you slowly learn to breath out your nose and hollow your cheeks as you take him.

You’ll most likely have a sore throat after this.

Your eyes tear up a bit as you take him, his dick hits the back of your throat rhythmically and ruthlessly. Letting you moan around him, and making him buck his hips at the sensation.

“Fuck . . . you’re doing so well,”

Fuck, you want him to talk more, you’re positive that your nails have dug into him as you feel a shock of arousal pulse through your cunt.

You need a relief, and Buggy notices that.

He pulls your head off him, a long string of saliva from your mouth to his dick. He pulls you up by the collar of your shirt to make you hover in his lap. Your knees now on either side of him.

He wastes no time though, a hand under your skirt and a long drag of his fingers from your cunt to you clit over your panties.

You instinctively cry out, but Buggy is quickly on you, drowning out your moan. The kiss is sloppy, but you and he don’t mind.

“You’ll need to be quiet, you don’t want someone of the crew to get curious about the beautiful noise coming from here.” All you can do is nod, and try to not make much noise by biting you lip.

He’s experienced but rough with the circles he rubs on your clothed clit. He pulls your panties to the side-but frustratingly rips them and throws them to the side-, and checks how slick you are with another long stripe.

You’re unsurprisingly ready without much touching from his end which he smirks at, he places his gloved hands-that have damp finger tips- on the divot of your hips.

You place your own hands on his shoulders the fur of his coat nestled between your fingers as you grip it.

You slowly lower yourself on to his cock, the pink leaky tip at the entrance of your cunt, you can feel it already throbbing.

Your about to fully go down but Buggy beats you to it, a bit impatient he bucks his hips up into you. Your legs around his thighs tense and shake at the sudden intrusion, keeping his words in mind you bite your lip, and you bite hard.

He groans at how tight and warm you are.

He begins to bounce you up down, and once you follow the rhythm you’re both panting and groaning, hard to stop yourself from doing so when takes the opportunity too explore your body.

His gloved hands tail all over your figure, teasing your chest through your shirt.

You take the time as well, to gaze at him, every part of him and then, you decide that; you want to bite his neck.

And you do.

He’s caught by surprise when you pull his ascot to bite and suck on his neck, so much so that he gives you a whiny moan when you do so.

At the noise you feel your walls clench around him, making him hiss and buck his hips up into your sopping pussy.

Determined too have his dick mold your cunt in his shape you start to move faster and deeper, still leaving purple and red marks along his neck -and clown paint, at least you aren’t the only one who looks stupid now.

You can feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, a tight coil forms ready to snap at one extreme movement.

Buggy’s also close having the same overwhelming feeling.

He enjoys having you rubbed up against him, your teeth biting at his neck trying so hard to keep your mewls down but they’re right in his ear.

Throughout this he wasn’t ever suspecting too have you at his feet licking stripes on his dick nor have your slick tight pussy bouncing on him and dirtying his clothes, and too be fair he’s quite enjoying himself.

He’s a goner once he hears the next moan.

“Buggy. . .”

Fuck, your whine did something.

However he doesn’t want too cum before you do, so he holds back for just a bit so he can tail his hand in between the both of you too map tight circles on your clit.

Now your body trembles as the coil in your stomach snaps in half, your walls clench around himz

He finally lets himself roll his head back, muttered intangible swears, riding his hips up into you, his whole body tenses.

His cum jerks into your spasming pussy, you whine at the feeling too dazed to worry about any repercussions of this.

He rocks your hips along his, riding out the final moments of your orgasm before slumping back on the chair.

Both of you are breathing heavily, but you find that your ‘mission’ was a outstanding success as you see a genuinely but hazy grin from your now completely relaxed captain.

Maybe those nobodies stealing the map wasn’t so bad.

buggy x fem!reader — MDNI — sub!bugs, so self indulgent had to do this for my health.

Your thumb softly brushes against his bottom lip as the quiet string of shh’s fall from yours. He chokes on the whines now stuck at the back of his throat, hands gripping at your thighs softly as you still your hips over his; the sounds of your laboured breathing reaching his ears forces a soft whimper from him. Seconds pass and he’s eager to feel the drag of his cock inside you again.

Covering his mouth with the palm of your hand, you shush him again. Keeping quiet yourself was hard; he was almost impossible. The smallest of touches had him yearning for more even in the most innocent of situations. Buggy simply got worse when the tip of your fingers insinuated something more.

His eyebrows furrow as he frowns, his grip on you allowing him to keep you still as he thrusts up into you. The moan that falls from you blesses his ears, your lips are too close; he can feel your breath against his skin. His hips stutter and he squeezes at your thighs one more time. He’s desperate for more, wanting to have you use his body until the two of you are nothing more than messes in each other's arms and, as you finally start to move your hips again, he’s granted his silent wish and more.

Lips on his until the red is smudged and smeared. transferring to yours, it’s messy—most nights you end up littered in patches of paint as he kisses and bites at any part of you he can reach—but you like it that way. You like every single piece of evidence of your frequent escapades, you’ll wipe them away when you’re done leaving one or two ‘accidentally’ just to see the embarrassment that crosses Buggy’s face when someone points it out.

He’s quickly and quietly ushering you to remove every last bit of him from your body. Not that it mattered, he’s sure to be below you once more later that night. Fresh paint adorning your skin and the sweet sounds of your captain muffled by your hand—his crew unaware of his quickly he could be turned into putty under your touch. For now.

NSFW minors do not interact!!

"i missed you so much, bug, i missed doing this"

*angry horny grumbling*

(art by me)

The Agreement

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: The East Blue is a lonely place and Buggy the Clown, feared Captian of the Buggy Pirates, is just as lonely as you. Just as hurt and betrayed. So when you stumble upon him in a dirty bar, you two hit it off immediately. An immediate attraction that leads to the creation of the agreement. But can the agreement change? Can you forget the hurts from the past and change with it?

Tags: Fluff, smut, angst

Word Cout: 4.3K

A/N: So...yeah, Buggy am I right?? He's been on my mind and has all but taken control of my brain and TikTok For You page. First Buggy/One Piece fic so let's hope it's okay and I hope you enjoy it! Also sorry not sorry for the long word count.

The sea was a solitary place. A place made even more isolating and hostile towards those seeking advancer and glory. Pirates were brutal and overall beastly folk and their captains even more so. You knew this common fact of life. Had known it when you gathered your crew of criminals who would stab you in the back the first chance they got, and set sail looking for something--anything--to fill that space which never seemed satisfied. To get rid of the feeling of being utterly and terrifyingly alone--hated. Something everyone had thrown away when they had had their fill. 

When you stumbled upon a pirate captain familiar only in reputation at one of the bars you often frequented when wishing to be away from that isolating sea, you saw something in him that had you pausing in ripping his head off.

You saw that you both were feared on the seas--both dangerous. Saw that you both were just as insane as the other. Saw that you both had that--something missing from your lives. Something that gnawed and ate at each of you, leaving a deep, bloody hole.

The fellow captain, Buggy the Clown, must have sensed it too. Must have sensed something because he offered you a seat at his table and drink in a dramatic fashion and you, surprisingly, took it. You who attacked or, hopefully, killed any and all other pirates on sight, no matter how big or small their crew was--their bounty. 

The more you too drank, the more it became painfully obvious that you two were sides of the same coin in one way or another. The more you were reminded of just how lonely you were. The more you felt pulled towards this flashy fool. A pull that had you both finding a hidden alleyway and fucking one another blind to try and chase away that hole. A hole that, for better or for worse, seemed all that much smaller when he was around. 

You didn’t see the clown for a long while after that, only ever hearing whispers on the wind about his escapades--a village here, a town there. All wiped out by his band of freaks. You kept yourself busy as well, attacking marine and pirate ship alike, finding loot and treasures when you could.

You did it all just to keep the memory of him thrusting mercilessly into you deep down--kept the fact you had been ever the less lonely in his presence as equally under lock and key. 

But, one day, when you were attacking a particularly large marine ship, a gag of freaks came rushing aboard and, their captain with them, it all came rushing to the surface--every memory and feeling, just overfollowed out of you. And those green-blue eyes full of such crazy insanity and danger did nothing to help quell your lonely feelings. 

The Marines were easily squashed by the two invading pirate crews and soon you were left with your bloodthirsty underlings and Buggy’s circus troop. Your first mate tried egging you on, tried to spur you into giving the order to attack, but you did quite the opposite. You called your pirates off. You commanded them to take whatever they had looted and get back onto your ship. 

Of course, there had been one or two that had outright questioned your authority. One or two that added to the number of kills you’d made that day. No one questioned you and left alive. 

This show of power seemed to amuse Buggy greatly and he gave that crackling laugh of his that sent your skin tingling. He called his own crew off and as soon as you two were alone, you were a clash of lips and teeth and limbs. You fucked him right there on the blood and gore-soaked deck of the ship you two had just decimated. 

You two came to an agreement then, laying together as the marine ship slowly sank. Neither of you would attack the other’s ship and or take the other's target. An agreement that ensured their relations could continue, as well as this aftermath of laying together to soak up whatever skin-to-skin contact they could. 

You limited the aftermath to twenty minutes, no more and no less. It cut at the lonely gap within you, but you were a feared pirate captain. You needed to keep such face, even when the terms of their agreement went against everything you had ever stood for. 

The terms of the agreement went smoothly for years--so smooth you’d even found it within you to bump up the time limit on how long you stayed afterward. 

You found yourself boarding Buggy’s ship once more, your crew almost completely made up of new faces thanks to you killing off more than half of them due to this little agreement and their disliking of it.

Buggy’s freaks greeted you as you boarded, keeping what little of your crew who had followed company as you wound your way through the innards of this circus-themed ship. You knew the way to Buggy’s private quarters like the back of your hand by now, quarters you had been told he marched off to minutes before your arrival. 

When you barged into his room, you didn’t quite know how to take in the sight before you. Buggy was there, make-up smeared and blue hair bed mused as a spindly girl rode him, her moans overly loud and whiny. Upon your arrival, she gave a startled squawk and pulled herself off of the pirate clown, hiding her body as best as she could. 

You’d never seen her before. She might have been a new member of the Buggy Pirates had she not been so plain. There was nothing spectacular about this girl. Nothing that might have earned her the right to join Buggy’s band of freaks.

Maybe she could do some form of acrobatics. Her spindly, yet strong body was perfect for that. Or maybe she was flexible--must be, the way she had been straddling Buggy. 

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who she was or that she was fucking Buggy. It didn’t matter because you didn’t own Buggy. The agreement never stated anything about you two being exclusive. Hell, you’d fucked your fair share of men in dirty bars throughout the few years this agreement had been alive. 

But it didn’t stop that hole in your chest from growing. From filling with the darkness you tried endlessly to chase away. The darkness that made you feel hated and betrayed--deserted and lone. Just as you had been time and time again.

“Y/N, baby.” He started, pulling himself out of his bed, hardly caring to cover up the erection he sported. He wore that wide smile on his lips as he gave a chuckle. One you couldn’t help but think was full of anxious nerves.

You let your eyes casually roam over his body, which was lean and honed from years of fighting for his life. A body you could never quite get enough of. “No one told me you were here.” 

“I’m here.” You stated with no source of emotion to be found. You turned your eyes back onto the spindly girl rushing around as she grabbed up her brightly colored clothes. She looked terrified. Looked like she was rushing to save her life. It made you feel just the tiniest bit better. “Who is this?” 

“Her? No one.” The girl, despite looking utterly terrified, shot Buggy the tiniest glare. A glare that told you they’d done this before. A fact that had your fingers twitching to kill something.

“A new contortionist?” You guessed, using your black booted foot to shut the door behind you with a loud bag that all but shook the colorfully painted walls of Buggy’s room, blocking her route for escape.

The girl held her clothes tight to her chest as she stared at you wide-eyed--like some cornered doe facing down a rabid, bloodthirsty wolf. 

“I lost the old one,” Buggy said gruffly like he was utterly annoyed by this fact.

“Hum…that’s unfortunate. The old one could juggle with his feet.” You didn’t once take your eyes off Buggy as you grabbed the girl by the throat in a flash. She gave another squawk, grabbing and clawing at your wrist in an attempt to free herself from your grasp. You hardly felt her pathetic excuse for an attack.

Ever so slowly, you turned your cold gaze onto her, her face having turned red from the lack of oxygen she was getting. “Can you juggle with your feet?” 

The girl gave a few choking sounds as if she might try to answer, her eyes turning watery. 

“You messed that trick up yesterday during rehearsal, didn’t you?” Buggy supplied, making the girl give a choking cry. He seemed to be enjoying this, watching you slowly steal the air from this girl's lungs. An enjoyment you felt yourself get angered at. 

You dropped the girl and she coughed rapidly, trying to fill her lungs back up as quickly as she could--trying to escape as quickly as she could. The door banged closed behind her when she finally escaped. Buggy gave a huff in disappointment.

“You let her go.” You wiped your hand off on your jacket like touching the girl had left dirt on your skin.

“Not worth my time. She was boring.” Buggy gave a sharp, wicked laugh. 

“She is, isn’t she? Not even a close second to the old contortionist.” 

“You slept with the old contortionist?” You asked, never once giving up your cold, blank stare. Buggy moved closer, that nervousness you’d heard in his laugh earlier bubbling into his green-blue eyes. 

“She was just something to waste time on waiting for you, of course. Nothing more.” 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Buggy gave you a look that told you he knew you were full of bullshit. 

“You could have killed her. I know you wanted to.” He said, his voice dropping to a rugged hush as if he was whispering some dirty secret in your ear. The tone made your stomach twist in excitement--an excitement you grew all too angry at.

Buggy went to brush his ungloved hand over your wrist to grab it, but you moved with the slightest of movements to remain out of his reach. He seemed to get frustrated at this.

“That would be in direct violation of our agreement.” 

“Boring.” He dramatically groaned. “I would have let you. It would have been a fun little game.” They’d updated the agreement once before, but never messed with the terms of harming each other's crew. 

You’d known for a while he didn’t truly keep the agreement as serious as you did. Knew that, as soon as it stopped benefiting him, he would break it. Would drop you, slaughter your crew, and take whatever he possibly could. 

You cracked an easy smile, trying to brighten your eyes as best you could. Worrying and planning for something that wouldn’t happen for some time was not what you had come here for. You’d come here to see Buggy. To fuck him and hold him and try your hardest to feel something other than overwhelming self-hatred and loneliness. 

“I did enjoy watching her squirm.” 

“And I enjoyed watching you squeeze the life out of her. God, it was fucking hot.” He said, reaching for your wrist once more. You let him take it--let him pull you closer so that you had to tilt your head the slightest bit to look back into his enthralling eyes. You bit your lip as you gently grazed your fingertips over his honed torso, the clown giving his signature grin. One meant to throw his victims into a false sense of ease--to terrific them and make them pray to whatever god they believed in.

It was a smile you reluctantly dreamed about. A smile you utterly couldn't get enough of, just as the rest of him.

“You did?” You said, letting honey slowly fill your voice. He laughed, pulling you flush against him, his hardened cock pressing against you.  

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I like it when you have murderous rage in your eyes.” You smirked, running your hand along his skin till it hooked around Buggy’s neck. You pulled him down, claiming those red-painted lips greedily. 

Buggy gave a rumbling groan into your mouth as you rolled your hips slowly into his, creating a friction that wasn’t nearly enough. He pulled your jacket off, relieving the simple, flowing white shirt you wore that cut sharply in the shape of a V, giving him a good view of your breasts. Breasts he went searching for and found in a matter of seconds. He kneaded the soft flesh in his palm, sending tiny sparks of pleasure rushing through your body. Sparks that brought to life that ever-growing need for him.

You shoved Buggy back onto the red sheet-covered bed before pulling the rest of your clothes off, hardly taking time to be subductive. You’d had to wait for nearly four months before coming across Buggy’s ship next. Four very long, very lonely months. 

“Fuck, sugar lips. Get over here.” You gladly obeyed, crawling into his bed and grabbing hold of his face so that you could press your lips against his once more. His hands, which were covered in callouses and scars from years of holding a sword and living upon the sea, grabbed hold of your hips and flipped you on your stomach. You made to turn back around, wanting to run your hands over every inch of skin he had, but Buggy laid his body over top of yours, holding you there. 

“Buggy--” You breathed as those lips you craved kissed at your neck and shoulders. You lifted your ass upward to roll it back into Buggy’s hips, silently telling him fuck you before you took matters into your own hands. He hissed in your ear, making your pussy tingle and throb in overwhelming need.

“F-fuck--baby, beg.” Begging had always been and would always be beneath you…but for Buggy, you did things that would get your reputation dragged through the dirt. Things you, deep down, never regretted. Not when you were around him. 

“Fuck me, Buggy. God--you are the most feared and dangerous pirate sailing the East Blue. Please, please fuck me.” Buggy gave a low groan, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to your shoulder blade as he reached down between your bodies to slowly guide his cock into your throbbing pussy. You hummed in absolute bliss as his cock sunk deeper and deeper into you--as your pussy stretched to accommodate his familiar width. 

You’d missed him in you--missed him being close. 

Buggy propped himself up on his elbows, bringing his face close enough to your own that you could litter his lips with slobby kisses. You reached around Buggy’s neck so that you could pull him that much closer and so your fingertips could mess with the blue strands of his hair. Your other hand found Buggy’s and tangled your fingers between his, Buggy holding your hand back just as tight. 

He began rocking his hips back and forth, setting a steady pace that sent fluttering waves of pleasure shooting through you. Had you huffing and humming into Buggy’s mouth--had you rocking your own hips back into his to keep him as close as you could.

You praised him with every catch of breath--told him surgery sweet things to fuel his ego and hopefully fill that hole you shared in common with him. 

And in turn, he told you things back. Told you how beautiful you were. How brave and special and unyielding you were. How glad he was to have stumbled upon you in that dirty bar. 

It was all enough to send you spiraling towards your release. Buggy seemed to understand this and his pace slowly quickened. Slowly became merciless. 

“F-fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.” He gruffly groaned, squeezing your hand tighter from the effort to hold back long enough to let you come with him. 

“J-just a little more. Oh--god, yes, yes! F-fuck you’re amazing.” You murmured in honey-thick notes before claiming his lips one last time. Your pleasure built and built and built and finally came rushing through you like a waterfall, a breathy little moan on your lips. Buggy thrust into you a few last, sporadic times before his hips pressed flush against your ass. His hot come spilled into you, your name gruffly moaned out in your ear. 

Buggy let his body weight fully fall onto your back as you both lay there, catching your breath. You took in the warmth of his skin, slick with sweat. Took in the weight of him--the feel of him softening within your pussy. All of it was enough to have that hole in your chest close just the tiniest bit. Just enough to let you enjoy your time here with him before it became all-consuming once more. 

Once you finally had the energy, you moved yourself so that Buggy was lying beside you now, looking you over with pleasure-fogged eyes. With a huff, he flopped his arm onto your waist, tugging slightly so that you could move closer. You did with a tired huff of your own, snuggling into his chest. You both lay there for a long moment, your eyes closing here in there from the overwhelming comfort you were wrapped in. 

“How did you lose the old contortionist?” You asked, your curiosity finally wiggling out of you. Buggy was quiet for a long moment. A long moment that had you turning your head up to look Buggy’s face over. There was that hurt deep in his eyes again. A hurt you’d seen the first night you met him. A hurt and betrayal that spoke to the hurt and betrayal you held just as deep within yourself. 

“He tried to walk out on the act. I killed him for it. Twisted his body until he snapped.” He said simply, giving no detail as to why the contortionist might have walked away. But regardless of the reason, he still walked. Still left Buggy and all he had built for himself. And it still hurt Buggy despite probably only having spoken a few words here and there to him. 

“My first mate finally tried to kill me.” You said softly. Those green-blue eyes snapped down to look at you. “I tied her to a stone and threw her into the sea.” Buggy gave a huff in amusement before because just the tinest bit more serious.

“She was loyal to you.” It was a statement and question wrapped in one. 

“You know loyalty is nothing but a facade. They give it to you until it stops benefiting them. It stopped benefiting her.” Buggy’s eyes hardened in angered understanding. 

He’d only ever talked about his red-haired friend to you once before. Only ever told you how he had tricked Buggy into eating the Devil Fruit that gave him his powers. How his friend had taken everything from him--took his dreams from him. 

It was a story that spoke all too true to you. A story of friendship turned betrayal. Of a love for someone so deep that when it was pulled out from under you, it completely and utterly ruined you for the rest of your life. You buried your face back into his chest, breathing in his sweet scent. 

“Hopefully she is loyal to you.” You murmured with a deep exhale of breath after a moment of pause. Buggy began to laugh then, a laugh that seemed too much in that moment, but was such a Buggy thing to do. You huffed, looking back up at him. “I’m serious.” 

“Serious--” Buggy scoffed, “you want that girl dead.” You propped yourself up on your elbow so that you might have a better angle to stare daggers down at him. 

“I want most people dead, she isn’t special.” Buggy’s grin only seemed to widen, a crackling chuckle spilling from his lips. 

“You’re jealous.” The word set a fire in your chest. A fire that was something akin to embarrassment, but more sister to blood-boiling anger. 

“I would watch yourself clown.” But Buggy did nothing of the sort. He continued to grin and chuckle like a madman--like he was finding this to be the best sort of joke. 

“Then tell me why you keep bringing her up? Why you got so pissed when you found her in here with me.” 

“Being jealous would entail a previous liking. I only humor you.” You snapped, trying to hurt him. He was toeing a dangerous line. A line that they had never once dared to cross. You did see hurt flash in those green-blue eyes and it gave you a grim sense of satisfaction. 

You threw yourself from Buggy’s bed, the clown trying to keep you down but was, ultimately, unsuccessful in doing so. Quickly, you went about tugging on your clothes and weapons. You needed to get out of there before Buggy said anything else that would make your heart twist in panicked pain. 

“Our agreement,” He started, having gotten out of bed himself. He grabbed your arm before you could march out of the door. “States that you have to stay.” 

“Our agreement needs to be reworked,” You hissed, snapping around to face him, “if you're going to question my reputation.” Buggy laughed.

“So jealously is against your reputation now?” 

“I am far from jealous. I do not care who you fuck or when you fuck them. I do not care because I do not care about you.” You stabbed. True hurt filled his eyes then. A hurt that quickly turned into anger. 

“You expect me to believe that? Believe you don’t care when you’ve told me things about yourself you’ve never told anyone before? When I’ve told you things.” He gave a laugh that was far from a truly amused one. “That’s the best joke yet.” You cracked an equally pissed-off, unamused smile. 

“If I were to truly care for you, that little girl would be dead for even breathing the same air as you. You would be dead for betraying me. So no, I do not believe I care for you.” You pulled your arm out of Buggy’s grasp only for him to grab you up once more. “Buggy--” You warned, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“Then kill her. Punish me, but--” He’s words seemed to get stuck in his throat. This was hard for him, you realized, just as hard as it was for you. These--feelings. These feelings that, despite trying to keep them down, always eventually came bubbling to the surface. Feelings that would only ever get them hurt in the end. “Don’t tell me you do not care for me. That is--it’s fucking worse than death.” 

You blinked up at him. Tried to process what was going on--tried to come up with a plan. 

Worse than death…it was a bold statement. A risky statement. One that you could take and twist to hurt him. You could take his words, his feelings, and throw them right back in his face if you truly wished for it. If you truly wished to be rid of this man who had been your only source of--of joy in a long, long time. Only source of comfort. A man who understood you to your very core because, despite how horrible, he understood. 

He and you, for better or for worse, were two sides of the same coin. 

So what to do…

“I do not share, Buggy. Are you ready--willing--to commit to that? Many are not.” Buggy cracked a smile you had never seen before--a real one. One that was soft and true and utterly fit his stupidly perfect face. 

“Baby, you could have asked me that the first day I met you and I would have wholeheartedly agreed to those terms.” It was like the breath had been stolen from you. Had been utterly ripped from your body. 

“And if you betray me--”

“Oh, there would be carnage. I know.” You stared up into his green-blue eyes and could think of nothing else. Not a next step or single thing to say. “What do you say, baby? Should we redraft this dusty old agreement?” You nodded, the smallest of true smiles crossing your face. 

“Yes, but…” Worry filled Buggy’s eyes.

“But?” 

“I am not going to go into this--new agreement without insurance. Without proof that you can stay true to your word.” Buggy nodded.

“Yes. What do you have in mind.” A single, crazy thought crossed your mind. One that had you smirking to yourself about. You moved closer, Buggy gladly taking you into his orbit. 

“Well…” You stated softly, bringing Buggy’s barriers down the slightest bit. Just enough to do what you had planned without immediate notice. With lightning-fast reflexes, you pulled your knife from your thigh and brought it down upon the source of your idea. 

Buggy gave a squealing shout as you grabbed hold of his cock and chopped it from his body, balls and all. The clown grabbed at the empty space.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you danced out of his reach. “Give it back!”

“I don’t think so. Not for, hum… let's say two months?” His eyes filled with full-blown panic at the thought. 

“I--Y/N--”

“Baby, I’ll keep it safe for you don’t worry.” You said in mock comfort. “This will be my insurance--my proof of your loyalty, yes?” You said, backing up towards the door. You were taking this thing regardless of his agreement. Buggy gave a pathetic little whine that only made your glee that much more so. 

“But--Ah! Fine! Go before I change my mind.” You smirked, whipping the door open. “It’s sensitive!” He shouted after you as you rushed through the halls of Buggy’s ship. You took mental note of that last plea.

You wondered just how sensitive it was.

Thinking about how perfect Buggy is for face riding. Like his nose is perfect it will just stimulate your clit while his tongue dives in and out of you. He is very insecure of it, but you just have to reassure him it's perfect, cause it is. Like I would kill to ride his face right now.

Minors do not interact please!!

I decided to make the one thought into a one-shot since @fairymunson asked so nicely :)) Also the one fic is still in progress and ill try to get it out as soon as possible!!!

CW: slight degradation, insecurity, choking, oral (both m & f)

Buggy x fem!reader

Your legs clenched together and your grew uncomfortably hot in between your thighs. You were bored sitting in Buggy's room waiting for him. You were just daydreaming but those dreams turned naughty real quick.

You were thinking about riding Buggy's face and how'd amazing his nose is. You've always loved big noses because they were so much better to ride. His nose could definitely stimulate your clit while his tongue fucked you. Just thinking about it made you blush and become wetter.

But Buggy hasn't gone down on you yet. He has expressed he wants to so so badly but when he tries to he backs away. He comes up with excuses and a apology. You can tell he's insecure about going down because of his nose. The way he always kills people who talk about his nose. So you knew after the second times he didn't go through that his nose was why he didn't. You never forced him to go down once you figured it out but he still tried.

Your heart felt heavy, your love was super insecure over something so small. You decided you were going to help him with his problem.

"Ah! F-fuck Buggy! YeaH just like that hah..." You moaned out and bucked your hips on his face. You were on top of his face riding it like you always fantasized about. All your did was praise him and complement his nose. And when he asked if you were being serious and genuine you said yes without hesitation. Which caused him to lift you up and take you to his room and then let you ride his face.

"You like that you slut?" He laughed and his tongue teased your entrance. You whined I'm desperation "Please Buggy don't tease me I'll be good I swear-" you moved your hips so you could at least get some friction on your clit. You moaned lightly and Buggy's breath hitched. You knew he was putting up a dominant facade. You knew the moment you said something he was putty but you let him keep his act up. He was still nervous but with your praise he feels better.

His hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place. "Such a desperate whore for me huh?" He laughed and his tongue entered you. You gasped and tossed your head back. Your hands gripped the back board and you moaned. Your back arched as his pace was rough and fast.

You felt like you were seeing stars and you were close to cumming. Honestly for someone who hasn't given oral before he was doing a fucking fantastic job. You moaned out his name like a chant. "Ohh Buggy yeah mm right there ah your fucking perfect! The way your nose is fucking stimulating me and the way your fucking me! AhH please Buggy let me cum!" You ranted on in between moans and gasps.

Buggy's pace didn't stop and infact in increased. His grip got tighter and one hand traveled to your neck and lightly choked you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and with one last thrust of his tongue you came. You practically screamed letting the whole crew know how amazing Buggy is. Buggy just lapped up your juices like a thirsty dog.

"Buggy I love you so much fuck that perfect.." you stuttered and with shaky legs for off of him. He stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips. His face was painted your cum. "You really mean it right my nose is perfect? It doesn't disgust you or get in he way?" He asked with big wide eyes "I meant every word" you kissed his nose and you tried catch your breath. Buggy grinned and got on top of you "Were not finished yet sweetheart you still gotta get me off" You grinned and looked up at him with lust filled eyes.

"Make me" you said, you normally would never defy him but you were feeling bold. His cock twitched and he hoped you didn't notice but you did. He gripped your jaw and forced your mouth open "Take it like a good girl okay?" He said and freed his cock letting the tip rest on your lips before fully sliding in.

You gagged as his length hit the back of your throat. He groaned as your tongue traced the bottom of his dick. You sat there letting him fuck your mouth. His other hand found found itself inside your hair. He gripped harshly and fucked you fast. Your jaw hurt but you didn't dare complain.

Your eyes teared up and you felt him twitch inside of you. His breaths became more ragged. "Mm taking me so well fuckkk" he moaned out softly. You looked up at him with big doe eyes and that had him gone. He gave one last thrust and shot his load down your throat. Your nose buried in his pubes as his whole length sat in your mouth. "That's it swallow every last drop like a good girl" you moaned on response and did as you were told.

When he let go you both laid down on the bed. You huddled next to each other and pressed your foreheads together. You both stared into each other's eyes not saying anything but, it felt like you were until you both fell asleep.

Run Away

[Buggy x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: You and Buggy get close while he's on the Going Merry.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Buggy is just a head whilst giving head. Oral (f! receiving), Insecure!Reader, inappropriate use of devil fruit abilities, very too much self indulgent, not beta read.

A/N: im posting this while not sober and it's very self indulgent. Me and Buggy if I was on the going merry fr fr!! This was just something I wrote real quick while I tried to work on requests... I hope you enjoy it sdfbsdf (ALSO!! Reader may be written as AFAB, but as a trans, plus size person I wrote them with that in mind :) but like feel free to imagine whatever you want!)

For some reason, you were left to watch Buggy. Why they trusted you to watch him was honestly beyond you. Unfortunately for Luffy, you had made a new ally. Fortunately for you, your new ally was very generous. Even if you were sure it was only because he wanted off the ship.

“Buggy,” Your voice was low as you lied on your bed. Buggy’s head was in your hands, resting on your stomach. “I’ve never…” You trailed off. “Um, I don’t have much experience with this.”

“Holding a head? Most people don’t.”

“No,” Your brows furrowed, “I mean, I haven’t ever done that either. But, the people I’ve been with before… I don’t have good experiences with them and-”

“Them going down on you?” He asked. You nodded at his question. “I can change that.”

Your hands were at Buggy’s neck. Your fingers began to absentmindedly play with the hair coming out from under his bandana. Buggy’s eyes met yours and his brows furrowed. You stopped playing with his hair and apologized.

“No, you can do that again.” Buggy demanded. You felt yourself relax as you began to play with his hair again, twirling it between your fingers. “If you don’t wanna do that, we can kiss again. But the earlier offer still stands.”

You nodded, “Okay… okay.” You placed Buggy beside you and stood up. You grabbed the waistband of your shorts and quickly pulled them down. Buggy watched wide eyed as you pulled your panties and kicked them across the room. “What?” You almost covered yourself.

“I didn’t think I’d get this far…” Buggy admitted. “Did you want to leave your shirt on?”

“Yes.” You nodded, pulling at the hem of it. “I’m not too comfortable taking it off.” Buggy’s head bobbed, somewhat, and you lied back on the bed. You looked over at him and he waited for you to pick him up. “Are you sure this is okay?” You whispered, grabbing him and holding him up towards you.

Buggy hummed in response, letting you know it was okay. You placed him between your legs and pulled up your shirt slightly, giving him full access to you. You looked up at the ceiling and waited for something to happen. When Buggy did not do as he said he would, you looked down at him.

“Play with my hair again.”

You groaned. You placed your hands around him, your finger tangling with his hair once more. You gently played with it and pulled Buggy closer to you. Your legs opened a little wider and you felt Buggy begin to lap at you. Your eyes widened immediately. Your hips rolled forward and Buggy smiled against you. He was smug.

You let out a soft moan as he licked a stripe up your pussy. His tongue hit your clit and circled it. Electricity jolted through you. You gently pulled at his hair and your back arched, before pressing back into the bed. You were unsure what to do.

“What if-” You groaned, trying to keep quiet, “What if you need air?”

You pulled Buggy away from you, ever so slightly, “I’ll be fine, put me back.”

You did not argue. You pressed Buggy back between your thighs and tensed as his nose pressed to your clit. Your eyes screwed shut and your heaved. Trying to be quiet was about to get hard. And Buggy had no remorse.

You moaned out for him, your voice cracking as you tried to keep it down. “Fuck!” You shook as Buggy continued. “Just like that, please-” You were so close. You were begging for him to let you cum. “Never felt so good…” You mumbled, words barely coherent.

Buggy smiled and groaned into you as you pulled his hair. Your hips rolled into his mouth and his nose hit your clit again, your jaw went slack. Buggy’s eyes watched as you began to unravel just from his tongue. He watched as you begged and pleaded, saying you needed him. Needed him to let you cum. He wasn’t going to deny you of that, you were being too good.

One of your hands left Buggy’s neck and slapped hard against your mouth. A muffled scream bounced off the thin walls and your hips jerked up into Buggy’s face. You tensed, everything was so tense. Your eyes were shut tight and suddenly you couldn’t hold onto Buggy anymore. You were reeling and Buggy watched you struggle to regain self control.

“Fuck-” You finally formed a word. “Fuck!” You hissed out, “I don’t- Holy shit.”

“It’s okay,” Buggy was smug, still between your legs. “Take your time.”

“Buggy…” You shook your head and picked him up, placing him on your stomach again. “I think I may just have to run away with you.”

“What?”

Your eyes widened and blinked at him, “Oh… I mean… I totally enjoyed that a normal amount.”

Buggy’s eyes were wide too, “No, no, say that again. You may have to do what? I need to hear that again.”

You let out a soft laugh, "Buggy, that was so great I'm prepared to run away with you!"

You sat there for a moment. You were thankful to have been left alone with Buggy, but you were filled with an unknown emotion when you thought about leaving the straw hats for Buggy. A feeling you did not want to think too hard on.

"Remind me," you finally spoke, "I owe you once you have your body back."