hiii just wanted to say that writing Buggy as a scare actor is SO brilliant!!! I absolutely loved both parts of that fic. 5/5 stars, thank you so much for sharing 💗💗💗
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Thank you, sm! I was so happy people liked the idea!
There are a few edits I plan to make to the second part of that fic "duology." The ending didn't shake out how I wanted plus I gotta set it up for next year.
Thank you so much for reading er-body. Ya'll are all mega cool and it brings me joy that I can create something that people like to read.
CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. Reader uses she/her pronouns. Character death (mom related)
Word Count: 1.1K
Summary: In sleep, a memory comes back to you, forcing you yet again to remember a painful part of your past. Buggy is smitten but god forbid he ever tells you. You make a plan to visit a friend.
A/N: I still feel – at all times – like I am being hit with a bus. Oh my god that is so dramatic, okay no. I don't actually feel like that, but I am getting some burnout.
I think that is fairly common with fic writers, especially when you know you have a story to tell but getting it out takes a while.
However, writing and posting does help with my mental health as it is a good creative exercise, so, to make a compromise, I decided that this chapter and maybe the next few will be a bit shorter than normal.
Thank you all for reading and commenting and liking and re-bloging. I recently got the update that let's me comment back as moon-huny in the mentions so you best believe Imma be doin that now.
Okay, that's all, enjoy.
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As soon as the air hit your little lungs, you began to cough up sea water onto the rocks beside you. Still not registering much in your state, you heard voices clamoring around you.
“She’s alive”
“Course she is, I saved her”
Waves hit rocks and rain pelted your face. Squinting through the gales, you could make out those most gorgeous creatures you’d come to befriend.
“Please, you have to help! My mother! She’s … where is she?” You were frantic and screaming over the storm.
“Well we didn’t like her as much as you”
“She was already bound to drown no matter which way you look at it”
They weren’t yelling back at you. They were barely moving their mouths. You couldn’t hear a word they were saying and, truth be told you never could, they spoke like the waves, hushed and foreign.
They tread the water with such ease even though the sea was churning all around them. They had placed you on a small rocky island, close enough to see the shore but nowhere near close enough for you to swim to it.
“I can’t … I can’t understand you! Please! My mother! Where is she? Please, save her too!” You could no longer tell whether it was rain all over your face or your tears.
You couldn’t quite tell how many there were, they all swam around you like sharks around prey. They would dip in and out of sight coming up briefly to exchange glances and what you thought were words.
“We don’t like her”
“She’s already dead girl”
They made eye contact with you, their lips moved but nothing you could understand fell out of them. You began to shout. “Mama! Mama!” but you knew it was futile.
“I want to give her the fruit,” said one to another. Perhaps it was out of pity at your crying form shivering in the storm or maybe it was their love of tricks but it was that moment they decided what they wanted to do with you.
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You tossed and turned in your sleep as he watched you. Sitting upright in bed, one of his arms perched on his bent knee. He just looked down at you. The ocean was quiet while you slept.
He’d awoken only a little while ago to a knock at the door. If he were honest though it was more of an aggressive pounding at the door. It just so happened that the two goofballs obsessed with one another were looking for you. He’d dismissed them when he opened the door just slightly to reveal your sleeping – presumably naked – body.
After they left, he had the opportunity to wake you, begin a day full of questions and fights to get the upper hand away from you. But that could wait. While he watched you sleep, that could all wait.
You slept on your stomach clutching a pillow the way he wished you would cling to him. You weren't awake, there was nobody here, he could let himself think whatever he wanted, and he wanted to think about you.
The way your eyebrows furrowed in your sleep and your lashes would flutter made him weak. You were so beautiful and full of danger and uncertainty. Any pirate with half a mind would have kept you in a cell far below deck, confined to a tub of seawater, behind multiple padlocks.
Hostages weren’t new to Buggy or his crew. Sure, he knew he had a few bleeding hearts here and there but nobody disobeyed him. This was his ship, his crew and he wanted you to be a part of it.
You began to stir. Slowly you opened your eyes to find Buggy on the other side of the room pilfering through maps and charters and journals. You could have sworn you’d felt his presence beside you. He was so warm and you’d woken up with the thought of embracing him.
“If you were as good at using your power as you were at sleeping I’d be sailing the Grand Line by now,” he said in no way regarding you.
The opposite could be said of you. The man stood at his desk, low hanging trousers not concealing anything as it seems this morning he was too hot to put on a shirt.
“What are you looking at?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and looking for something to cover your body with.
Your voice in the morning sounds like heaven, he thought. “Get up and see for yourself, sweetness.” He smirked over at you.
You rolled your eyes which did land on an article of clothing at the end of his bed. Grabbing it and throwing it over your head you realized it was his shirt. You gathered yourself off the bed and walked over to him in nothing but his own clothes.
Leaning against the edge of the desk next to him you pushed yourself up to sit next to all of his important work. His eyes flicked over to you and slowly moved down your body.
“So what are we looking at?” You ask him, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth and giving him a sweet smile.
“I’m looking at an attention seeking whore.” He throws back at you.
That’s okay. You know you’re winning.
Your eyes travel lower to that oh so desirable part of him. “And I’m looking at a certain pirate that is terrible at hiding how he responds to the attention seeking whore.
You liked this. The banter helped you take your mind off of the intense memory you were having. One you really desperately wanted to wake up from.
Your eyes drifted across the desk to a sketch of a mermaid skeleton.
“You know anything about those, Clown?” you asked.
“What happened to Captain?” he responded by raising an eyebrow when you looked back at him with frustration. He sighed when he realized you were the toughest crowd he’d ever performed to.
“Not a lot, babe so quit with the questions.”
“You know,” you said, hopping down from the desk and confronting him head on. “I think I might be more willing to explore these so-called powers I have if I knew a bit more about myself.”
“Well, talking about feelings isn’t really daddy’s forte so maybe go find someone else to gab with.” You soured at the mocking use of the nickname he’d pulled last night. The name he clearly didn’t have a problem using for himself but one you were a little embarrassed you liked.
“Fine, maybe I will,” you responded, turning your back to him to hunt for your clothing and planning your trip to Beau’s.
CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. cursing, p in v sex, afab reader, dom!Buggy, sub!Reader that type of dynamic at least
Word Count: 2.7K
Summary: Caleb and Blake throw a Halloween party at their place and a certain guest makes an appearance.
A/N: Ayo, this one is half the length of the original. But it is because I'll have a little epilogue published later on. I am still a bit eepy, but thank you all for your patience and understanding that this weekend was a much needed break from looking at a computer screen.
Happy Kinktober. Okay, that's all, enjoy.
Read Part One The Midnight Hour
“Come on, tell us more about him.”
“Yea, (Y/N), I want to hear every. single. detail.”
You, Lete and Marnie were curled up together on the couch at Caleb’s place – Marnie practically on Lete’s lap. The soft lights around the room reflected in shades of red, blue, green and orange.
Though Blake and Caleb’s apartment wasn’t huge, they somehow managed to get quite a crowd packed into the small space. The two had been friends since diapers and you’re pretty sure they were third cousins … or shared a step mom … or some other miscellaneous familial thing that was hard to explain.
Marnie was Carrie this year. Her pretty pink slip dress was covered in blood as well as her forehead and neck. The tiara she wore was just a smidge too big and she’d had to readjust the sparkly headpiece all night yet refused to take it off since it would “ruin her look.”
Lete went with a classic Patrick Batemen costume. She had pulled her old school wired headphones down around her neck in the same place a little red tie hung. She wore a cute mini-skirt and suit-jacket combo with a clear raincoat covered in blood to complete the look.
You were a bit spooky last year in your Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas get up. This year, however, you’d decided to go full Halloween glam opting for the ever popular mermaid costume.
“I think he was just Caleb’s weird friend,” you said, brushing off the conversation. “He didn’t even give me his number or contact or name. I really can’t imagine we’d meet again much less … well you get it.”
This was not your first time talking about Buggy since the night of the haunt visit. You had rehashed the story over and over to Lete, Marnie and Blake after they asked where you’d gone on the way home and Caleb just had to open his mouth.
Granted you only told the story in summary, but still your friends were so intrigued with the idea that some mystery man was on your mind 24/7.
“Why would you be so sure about that?” asked Marnie.
“Yea! Why not ask Caleb for his number or snap or something?” said Lete, exasperated with the fact you refused to make any moves when it came to a guy you were clearly obsessed over.
“Because, I am of the firm belief that when someone says ‘See ya next Halloween’ they aren’t exactly looking for a relationship.” You retort.
It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see him again, just that the idea of getting your hopes up for a guy in this economy was like putting all your chips on 23. You might spin the roulette wheel and win big or you might spend all your money gambling.
It was just then you felt a presence flop onto the empty space on the couch beside you.
“How you feeling tonight, sea queen?” said a very stupidly drunk Caleb dressed as the horror classic Ghostface. “Do you three know that Blake is in the kitchen right now absolutely cleaning house at beer pong? I lost *bur* so many times.”
Blake, dressed as a very glamorous Freddy Kruger, was in fact impeccable at most drinking games. Part of the reason why you and the two lovers decided that, unless you wanted to be face down on the floor, it was best to avoid Blake’s winning rampage until they got bored.
“We told you not to play with them Caleb,” said Lete.
“Hey, (Y/N),” said Caleb, hooking onto you like a backpack. “Trick or treat?”
“You smell like a bar, go eat something and drink a glass of water.” You replied. You were only slightly worried about your friend knowing full well that this was just how he was. A total flirt and a massive drinker.
“Answer my question, Little Mermaid,” he spoke into your ear. “Trick or Treat?”
You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know Caleb, treat?”
Expecting, at worst, a kiss on the cheek or, at best, another seltzer shoved into your hand you did not see it coming when he grabbed your head, rotated it 90 degrees to the left, and pointed out none other than the man who had haunted your dreams for the past week.
There he was plain as day on the other side of the room, only, he didn’t look like he had that night. He wasn’t even wearing a costume. No wonder you didn’t notice him.
Your eyes went wide and your deepest fears came true. He was a real, tangible person and he could potentially think you aren’t worth his time. All of your memories came flooding back to you. All of the super hot moments you shared in the moment began to color in your mind a deep shade of shame and embarrassment. You felt a hand reach over and touch your knee.
“Whatever you are thinking right now,” said Lete. “I need you to know you are the hottest person in the room.”
“Hey!” said Marnie.
“I’m in love with you, it doesn’t count,” Lete said back in an even tone.
“She’s right though, (Y/N) you look great and I am sure he’ll be happy to see you.” Marnie said, confidence in her girlfriend restored.
Eyes still wide in terror at the potential scenarios, he finally turned in your direction. You knew that had to have been your fault. Why is it that people can feel you looking at them? Getting up you swiftly ran into the kitchen.
Pushing past the tight knit cluster of bodies your eyes landed on Blake at the dinner table under soft green light.
“Yo! (Y/N)! Come watch me destroy these losers at this game,” They shouted to you.
If you hadn’t been on a mission to be anywhere but here, you would have called on Blake to stop bullying the other party goers. But these were different circumstances.
“Can I go up to your room for a bit?” you asked quietly so as not to draw attention to yourself while the other team set up their cups.
Blake got a more serious tone, “yea dude of course. You good?”
“Yep. I’m fine, just need some quiet.”
“Okay, know where to go?”
“Yes, be down in a lil.”
And off you went, down the hall and toward the stairs.
That is, until a certain someone had to get in your way.
“If you’re avoiding me that is totally okay just say the word and I’ll walk away and leave you alone. But parties aren’t really my thing and I came here tonight to see you so give me one sec?”
There were people all around you yelling over one another and in the small hallway. You really didn’t want to have to yell either. Plus, now that you had plotted a course for the quietness of Blake’s room you were hellbent on going there.
“Okay yea, come on.” You grabbed his wrist in your hand and pulled him up the stairs.
Reaching your friend's room and shutting the door, you turned around to see a somewhat flustered man behind you.
“You know I am more than happy to do whatever you want right now, but I kinda wanted to take a moment to talk beforehand if that’s okay?”
You were confused for a moment but when it all finally registered you let out a loud HA!
“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you said. “No, I just got overwhelmed with the crowd.”
“Oh! So we aren’t fucking right now? Okay no, that’s cool.” He tried to play it off.
“It’s cool?” you questioned.
“Well I mean it would be cool if we were about to fuck. No, shit sorry I wanted to talk to you for a minute.”
Someone tell you why you were preparing for the worst.
“I wanted to say that what happened between us was ridiculously unprofessional. I am so sorry and I know we both had a good time – or at least I assume we both did – I don’t want you to feel like I was out to take advantage of you.
I mean I was cause you're incredibly hot and I would take advantage of you all night long if you let me but, shit okay, what I am trying to say is I hope I’m not some douchebag.”
You weren’t sure if you should take the apology or laugh. He seemed so genuine and it kinda melted your heartstrings a little.
“You know,” you started. “I was a little worried you thought the same thing about me. I was super worried that you thought I was just using you for my own twisted sexual fantasy and that you never wanted to see me ever again.”
“Well I don’t want that,” he said. Genuine expression never leaving his face.
“Likewise.”
“So,” he made a few steps toward you, pinning you against the door with his body. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell me what you want.”
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Kneeling before him, you’d been working on sucking his gorgeous cock into your mouth for the last handful of minutes. He gripped your hair in his fist and softly guided you down and around him listening to your little moans and gasps for air every time he stalled himself at the back.
“That’s a good feeling baby. I like feeling your little throat constrict around me. Almost feels just as good as that pussy.”
In only a few moments after you exchanged words was he able to work you into a pliant obedient putty in the palm of his hand. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every one of his praises coupled with the mean little things he would do to your body.
His words caused you to moan around him which in turn made him buck up into your mouth to chase that vibration.
“God, princess you suck this dick like a fuckin champ.” He started to work into you faster chasing that high and feeling himself get closer to snapping.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay!” He pulled you off of him and looked down at your stunning eyes, glazed over with desire and more than a little confidence with how quickly he was about to bust.
“You’re dangerous.” He looked down at you wiggling your ass in the air on all fours while he held his heavy cock in his hand.
The little giggle you let out coupled with his hand lightly squeezing down around the base of his shaft made Buggy feel like he’d died and gone to heaven.
He climbed down onto the floor beside you leaning against the bed frame. Both of you decided that to use Blake’s room was fine, but to have sex on their bed was a whole nother level of ‘don't-go-there.’
“Get right up close to me, pretty girl.” he said into your ear.
He sat you in between his legs so you were in his lap and spread out for him. Your hair and makeup was still elaborately done while the only thing you were left wearing was a pair of aquamarine colored lace underwear.
Your head turned to look at him over your shoulder. His hand found its way under your chin and guided you to meet his lips. His kiss was just as you remembered it. Warm and gentle and it made you feel like you were walking on air.
But then it turned darker, as it always does with him – like sailing into a storm. His kiss grew hungry, he bit down on your lower lip and you’d be lying if you said your tongues fought for any sort of dominance. He was the one to win, to take.
As he kissed you, his hands came up to your chest. His fingers quickly found your nipples and made slow soft circles while he kissed you. The little motions that Buggy made on the raised flesh of your breasts was the exact kind of motion he knew would feel oh so good just a bit lower at a different little bud.
The movements he made sent socks of pleasure straight to where you needed him to touch the most. And yet, Buggy refused to move any lower, opting instead to launch a full assault on your tits. But, what’s the harm in begging?
“Please, daddy,” you whined out. “Can you rub my clit like this, please.”
You used the nickname he liked and spoke as directly as possible. That ought to get you some brownie points, right?
“You little slut,” he said between breaths as his lips continued to dance with your own in a teasing way. “You need to learn some patience. I bet you’ll feel really good if I make you wait longer.”
The plan backfired.
“Feel what you do to me?” He asked. his cock jumping against your back at every moan and keen your let out. “You make me so hard it’s painful. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night. The way you cried out for me and all those nasty little thoughts you shared.”
He was beginning to turn you on past the point of no return. You tried to touch yourself for some relief, but Buggy had slapped your hand away.
“Every night I’d dream about these tits and that tight little cunt. I’d have to pull on my cock every night just to have some peace.”
You wanted him to touch you, but all you could do while he played with you was rock your hips into the air and beg for more.
“Oh? Is baby feeling needy? You want daddy’s fingers in your pussy. You want me to rub your little clit till you come, s’at it?”
You nodded furiously, the feeling of his hard length pressing into your back made you picture all of the delicious ways he could stretch you out on it.
“I want your cock now, please.” You could feel how sopping wet you were through your underwear.
At this point, Buggy was not inclined to say no. After edging himself in your mouth and now having you ask so sweetly for him to fuck you, there was no time to spare.
Turning around to straddle him, he hooked his finger around your lace panties and pulled his finger through your folds. He let out a groan at how wet you had gotten with just a little nipple play. It was like you’d never been touched before.
While he didnt take the time to stretch you out on his fingers – nor had he gotten you to cum yet – Buggy knew deep down that you were about to be so unbelievably tight. Sure, it might hurt you a little bit, but that feeling was about to be amazing.
You lowered yourself down onto him, but were met with some resistance. Even just the feeling of his tip nestled inside you made you want to push through the discomfort and just feel him already.
“You’re doing so good for me, my good girl, want you to cum on this cock and make this cock cum.”
His words were plenty to spur you on. Ignoring the stretch, you sunk down onto him and felt your eyes flutter shut.
“Yea, holy fuck, that feels so good baby. Can you feel that sweet cunt squeezing me?”
With that you started moving. Slowly up and down at first, but your confidence got the better of you and allowed for much deeper and faster movements.
Every stroke or so, he would whimper, whine, or let out some other form of gorgeous noise that would make you want more.
Soon you both began to approach your high. The string in your belly began to tighten until all of a sudden it snapped.
“Oh fuuucckk, yea yea that’s my girl. That’s my pretty girl. Good girls cum just like this, my girl cums just like this. Let me fuck you baby, I’m not done. You want daddy to finish don't you? You wanna feel my cum in you right?”
Completely dumb on his cock you just nod your head and allow him to finish inside of you. He cums with a growl and a deathgrip on your hips.
Perhaps you may have noticed the lack of a cutesy update post. I have reached exhaustion levels not reached since finals week in college. As some of you might know, I am a staff writer (journalist, reporter, whatever-you-wanna-call-it) for a community newspaper. My week of work has been indescribable. The news is really news-ing in my little town recently.
I am still planning on having a Halloween post for Tuesday (ya'll been beggin for this one), but I really don't think I could bring myself to also write a STM chapter.
I am super duper sorry. I know I got a few more followers and readers after I posted chapter five (heeeeey btw) but, even though this blog is just a hobby, I still want to produce good work for ya'll to read.
My sincerest apologies yet again. I hope you guys have a good weekend.
CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. You're kidnapped, hostage situation, standard pirate stuff. Smut. Like the whole thing. p in v. she her pronouns
Word Count: 3.1K
Summary: After the events of going ashore with Buggy, you demand answers, he gives them ... and then some.
A/N: It's that time ya'll. I think I am getting a bit better at the whole smut writing thing but I still never know how to end these kinds of chapters. I hope it was worth the wait.
I always feel like smut is so hard to write in character so send me some recs you have of Buggy smut I can read for inspiration.
I was a little disappointed in my chapter last week. I had a lot of ideas I wanted to get out and I think having all those ideas lead the chapter to suffer.
Okay, that's all, enjoy.
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To experience the feeling of floating, only to come crashing down so hard made you unsteady even in your seat, yet you stood up to leave.
“Ya know,” you began your closing remarks for the temperamental man.
He had turned away from you leaning against his desk, arms crossed. He was so stiff that the muscles in his back flexed through the thin fabric of his billowy linen shirt. Long locks of blue hair cascaded down around him. Even from this angle he was a vision, and for you, in this moment, the idea of leaving him was painful.
“If I didn’t know any better,” you continued. A mix of heartache and frustration and anger. “I’d say you were scared of me.”
He scoffed, his body jolting with the dismissive sound. “Oh baby, you don’t scare me.”
He turned to look his nose down at you. He wanted to make you feel small, unimportant. He wanted to take all the power he knew you had over him and wring it out like wine in a white table cloth.
But the moment he turned to look at you standing there, your beautiful body illuminated in the moonlight, he couldn’t control himself. Your eyes didn’t even attempt to hide the ache you had for him. You looked at him like he was a work of art and Buggy realized that he could die happy if it meant you would always look at him like that.
He had to stop moving toward you, had to find a way to stop himself in his footsteps as they continued their trajectory to you. He paused, just before he would have been close enough to feel your warmth radiating from you.
“Tell me,” you said. “What is it about me that has you so frightened?”
Your captor stood before you, unable to say anything. All he could do was look at you. For once he was speechless. He would not dare tell you of your power. To do so would be a death sentence especially on the night of a full moon.
“You know what I think? I think you can’t tell me. I think it has something to do with how that man died on the pier and you are too worried about your own safety to tell me.”
As anger rose up in your chest so too did your words rise in volume.
“Are you worried what I’ll do to you, Buggy? What I might be capable of if I found out. Under your control, under your will I could be whatever you wanted me to be, right? I could help you reach the Grand Line. I could be your little weapon.”
He felt his jaw tighten at your accusations. Buggy would rush over to you, he would shut you up, but god … if he were to touch you again, in this room, in your sweet little dress, he wouldn’t be able to stop from falling off the edge. He simply stood, still, face pulled into a scowl.
“You know, I bet you left me alone on purpose. I bet you wanted me to get in some trouble on that roof. You wanted me to have to defend myself. I did that, didn't I? I killed that man, you know it and I know it. I remember watching the light leave his eyes. I do. I remember now. It is only a matter of time Captain that all those memories come flooding back so you better start talking.”
The ship began to rock, lightly at first. It began when you first raised your voice at him. As the captain of a vessel as magnificent as the Big Top, Buggy notices the little things. Now though, at the allegation of him leaving you on purpose, your anger caused the lights to sway, small items began to roll off of the tables.
You didn’t even seem to notice.
“You ungrateful little creature,” he began vollying back just as much anger as you’d sent to him. “I bring you onto my ship–”
“YOU KIDNAPPED ME!” The Big Top lurching as a particularly large wave hit the starboard side.
“I SAVED YOU!” he yelled back, shocking you. “I saved you from a life of inferior pirates, the kind that would tear you to shreds! You were about to spend your entire life being thrown back and forth between the lowest of the low who wouldn’t hesitate to do so much worse to you.”
“And that is an excuse?” you said. While no longer fueled by rage, a different calm anger surrounded you. “That is your excuse for locking me in a hole and keeping all of the secrets you’ve kept?”
He needed to say something, anything. This wasn’t just about making you pliable for him to use, this felt like so much more. It felt like you had held a mirror up to him and he had seen the face of a monster. And he was used to that – by the East Blue was he used to that. But your heat and your sweetness still lingered on his lips and so he needed to say something to mend the heart he could hear breaking in front of him.
“You –” he kept searching for the words he needed, but what to say? I wanted to protect you? I know what you can do? I need you? I’ve wanted you for so long? You’re everything?
All of it was too much, not true – or worse, too true. And then he realized, he could really just tell you the truth. He could soften your gaze, calm the swell of water he knew you were conjuring up.
“You’re just like me,” he said, his hand coming apart from him and floating to your face. “You and I are the same.”
In the warmth of the candlelight, you looked across the distance between the two of you and knew exactly what he meant. Your hand went up to touch his. You still weren’t completely sure of yourself, and it would take some time to learn exactly the kind of power you had, but the only self discovery you wanted to make was in his bed.
“I need you,” you whispered out. “Please.”
His heart felt torn from his chest. How could he say no to you? How could he look into your pleading eyes and turn you away? And yet, how could he do it – bed you, he means. How could he possibly survive being inside of you, hearing you cry out for him, pulling him in?
He decided to just let it all go and to stop asking questions he could answer tomorrow. But, he did have one rule, something that could possibly keep him from falling off the precipice.
“You can have me however you want, gorgeous, just keep those lips to yourself.” He joked, pulling his still disembodied thumb across your lower lip. He couldn’t kiss you again. It would make him drunk, it would poison him but he needed some upper hand, you couldn’t know all that you were capable of.
Sure, now you knew you had a devil fruit power planted inside of you, but he’d like to keep the secret that you had one of the most powerful pirates in the East Blue in the palm of your hand.
“Deal,” you said. His terms were strange, but the last thing you wanted right now was to dive headfirst into the sea that was Buggy the Clown-Pirate of The East Blue. It would be safer this way for you. Tonight wasn’t about falling in love, you just wanted to ease the tension and feed the hunger.
“Good,” he replied. His voice lowered to a growl. His gaze upon you darkened and you felt your heart speed up.
He leaned himself back against the desk. Lifting his left arm to his side, he sent the full appendage over toward you. You turned to watch it push the chair you had previously sat in up against the backs of your knees. With his right hand still hovering near your body, he gripped your throat and forced you down into the chair.
“Relax, baby,” he said, his arm floating back to him. “I just want to watch you. You think you can do that for me? Follow my orders and let me play with you for a little bit?”
You nodded.
“Very good,” he presented his gloved hand out in front of you. “Can you take this off, pretty girl?”
Your own hand reached up to carefully tug at each of the fingers of his glove, loosening the perfectly fitting fabric off of him. Once all of his fingers were free, you pulled the white fabric off of him. All the while he watched you work on your task, letting you explore the sensation of him. He could feel you too, of course. Your hand, smaller by comparison, unwrapping him like a little gift. He thought of all the ways he could toy with you. Your hand pressed into his, your fingertips just barely brushing one another. It could still be so hard to believe that this was his power.
His hand flew behind your neck. Between his thumb and forefinger he rubbed little circles into your tense muscle right at the base of your skull. The sensation was soothing and gentle and he knew just how much pressure to use to make you really feel it but not to cause you pain.
“You're so tense, sweetheart. I really want to make you feel good. Will you take the straps of your dress off? Just slide them down your shoulders baby, I’ll hand-le the rest.” He let out a stupid little chuckle.
His hand moved from its place massaging your aches and pains. His flat palm pushed itself into your hair at the base of your scalp and made gentle little scratching motions that sent you into a total bliss. He knew how to be rough, how to choke and push and shove you, but he could also make you melt.
Your hands came up to lay atop your shoulders and delicately drew the straps of your dress down until they hung limply off of you.
“Good girl, look at how relaxed you are for me. So obedient. It wasn’t too hard to get you like this was it? Daddy just had to be sweet to you, hmm?”
The hand at the back of your head snaked its way down around your neck, his fingers petting their way down your chest until they reached the top of your dress. He pulled it down, unclothing your breasts.
Your arms immediately on instinct went up to shield yourself from his view. Call it insecurity or shame but you suddenly felt nervous at the thought of him seeing you displayed like this.
“Oh come on pretty,” he teased. “Don’t hide from me. It is way too late for that.”
He didn’t need to do anything to you, the tone of his voice was enough to make you drop your modesty. To rebel now, the threat that he might stop after you had already become so wet from his slow teasing and sinful praise.
“Look how beautiful you are,” his eyes burned into you. Your eyes glanced down to see a slowly growing tent forming in his loser outfit.
He spread and flattened his palm. The flexed appendage brushing light little circles into the hard nippple of your left breast. The little teasing movement and position offered enough stimulation to arouse, but not nearly enough for a feeling of relief. Your body arched into his touch.
“Ah ah ah,” he tutted. “You’re getting greedy.”
“Please,” you sighed. “Just a little more … it feels good.”
“Oh gorgeous, I know it feels good.” He could tell by all of the gasps and little hitches in your unsteady breathing since he began his assault on you.
“But you have to let me,” his hand squeezed into the flesh of your tit causing you to moan out. “Take care of you,” he finished, punctuating his sentence by pulling on your sensitive little bud before making his way to your other.
As you writhed against his touch, Buggy felt himself grow more and more impatient. He was already so hard beneath his belt and wanted to quench the flame burning inside of him. But more than that, he wanted to watch you come undone for him.
“Pretty, so so pretty,” his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to massage and work the supple flesh of your chest.
You’re not sure what came over you, maybe it was desperation to have him lower, to stop the teasing and to let him finally take you further.
“Captain, I need more … please … it’s so, you’re so,” Captain. You called him captain.
He never felt something go straight to his cock so fast. The way you sit there across from him, gripping the armrests of your chair and begging for him. Your eyes half lidded, lips wet and body keening for more of him.
“My girl, you can have whatever you want.”
His hand moved further down your body and reached under your skirt. Through the thin lacy fabric he could feel you. He let out a groan and the feeling of the small wet patch on his fingertips.
“I have thought about this pussy since the moment we touched, you know that?”
He ripped your underwear down your legs causing you to jump in surprise from the sudden roughness. His hand quickly flew back up to find your soft little button he knew would send you closer to the edge.
You stifled a moan in the back of your throat coming out as more of a whimper. He slyly smiled and continued the little circular motions on your clit. With his other hand, he gripped the desk next to him.
“All I could think about was how you’d feel cuming around my fingers,” he slowly pushed two fingers into your slick cunt. The soft warm walls of you sucking him in.
He was going too slow. The friction you needed just barely out of your control. You began to rock and buck your hips into him.
His eyebrows raised at your eagerness. He began to slow his pumping fingers completely enamored by you chasing and taking your own pleasure from his hand. Using him like your own personal toy.
“Fuck… you feel so good Bugs, oh oh my god.” You moaned out trying to angel your hips to reach further into you. “Please go faster, please you feel so good. Wanna cum, captain.”
There it was again, he was growing painfully hard now. Watching you fuck yourself, bouncing and moving your hips in a motion to find your sweet spot. You kept calling him captain. You were so pretty falling apart in front of him, but that name.
Finally he felt that little rough patch as he curled his fingers and you gasped.
“Right there honey, is that the place?” He took control again, “I want to make you feel good.”
You leaned back in the chair, legs spread wide for him, one up draped on the armrest. The skirt of your dress was pulled up and your panties were wrapped around one of your ankles. Your arms came up over your head to hold the back of your chair. You were so beautiful.
As Buggy continued to hit the spot inside you, he felt an even greater need to fill you with him. He continued to speed the pace of his hand.
“Oh fuck Buggy I– Im– Im oh fuck fuck fuck,” you cried out.
He felt your pussy clench around him as you came. He wanted so badly to feel you around his cock, to feel that tight clench around his length. As you came down from your high you looked up to him, eyes droopy and mind clouded.
“Good girl,” he growled out. “Good girl, cuming for me so sweet like that.”
His hand floated back to him and settled into place. He stalked toward you as he sucked his two fingers – that were moments ago bringing you to climax – into his mouth. Your taste only fueled him. He would have to make a note to spend the rest of the night tasting you. He picked you up and threw you down onto the bed on your back.
“I just need you to lie here and keep making those precious little sounds.”
You nod.
“You keep those eyes on me while I fuck you, yea? That’ll make me feel really good, baby, you keep those eyes on me.”
He pulled himself from his confines. After rolling his purple head through your slick floods and pulling a moan from you, Buggy pushed his tip in. Slowly at first but after getting one inch of seven inside he though might as well skip to the best part.
Shoving himself into you caused you both to cry out. Your head rolled back and eyes closed, gripping the sheets and blankets around you.
“Eyes. Open.” He commanded as he pumped himself into you.
“Holy fuck baby right – look right here. You like how this dick makes you feel? Feels good, yea? You feel so good. This tight pussy is all I want, s’all I think about. Fuck.”
His movements sped up. You were blushing at the way he praised you, the nasty way he spoke to you made you feel even hotter than you were after cuming like this.
“Shit! Okay, baby, shit – Daddy has to come now, your captain has to come where – where do you want – where can I –”
“Wherever you want, you can cum wherever you want,” you cooed, feeling your own second orgasm approaching. You liked the way he became so needy this close to his own high. You made a note to take advantage of that.
After a few more hits to your sensitive spot, your second orgasm rocked through you causing him to feel all of the little flutter of your body as he released into you. The sound he made was a stifled whine and a muddle of curses.
His head fell forward. His long blue hair covering his face. His hand came up to rank his fingers through his locks to look at you, his other arm propping himself up on the mattress hand planted by your head. Your face, blissed by your evening of pleasure, is a vision to him.
“So, captain, huh?” he smirked.
“Oh please,” you said, rolling your eyes and pushing Buggy off of you so you can sit up to pull your dress back up. “I'm going back to Lettie and Marie’s room.” You said, standing up off the bed.
He grabbed your wrist causing you to spin around.
“If those two acrobats think they’re getting you tonight, they have another thing coming.”
people who do not write will never understand when we say the characters and the story have a will. at some point i am not even writing it i am just narrating whatever the fuck they do.
CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. Youre kidnapped, hostage situation, standard pirate stuff. mention of attempted assault, murder, afab reader, she/her pronouns.
Word Count: 3.6K
Summary: Going ashore, something about Buggy seems off.
A/N: I could not fit all of the smut that I wanted to include in this chapter so onto the next, which will exclusively be the chapter. I would just hate to rush and waste all of the angsty potential.
Learning more about our reader in this chapter tho. Gotta love some backstory. You know what they say, uncertain pasts make the heart grow fonder.
Okay, that's all, enjoy.
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“Fuck off to where you came from Cabaji, you can pry her from our cold dead hands!”
You were laid out on the yellow loveseat sipping water while Lettie kneeled beside you and gently cleaned the red makeup from your neck. Marie was on the other side of the small cabin, pushing the door shut and spewing threats. She gripped the little iron knob and pushed her entire body weight against the door to keep the swordsman out.
“You forget that I happen to know at least eight different ways to kill you,” Cabaji shot back, the door once again shuttering against Marie’s attempts to keep it closed.
Last night, the two young women stumbled their way to the kitchen for a late night snack – and to perhaps steal some of the wine you and the captain might have left behind. Only what they found was you slumped forward in a dining chair, Cabaji with his feet up sleeping and an empty bottle.
Lettie’s eyes had gone wide at your predicament and Marie nearly slit Cabaji’s throat. Immediately the two of them carried you to their room to let you sleep the rest of the night.
“And you forget, Greenie, that I know just as many!” Marie shouted.
The hangover you had was impossible to ignore. Lettie’s gentle hand nursed you back to health for the most part, but that blanket of pain draped over your head didn’t make it easy to get off your feet.
You kept thinking back to last night. The way his lips had connected with your skin lit a fire that you couldn’t put out. The places where his kiss landed on your body had left an imprint like steps on the sand. Every thought you had the whole morning fell back to him, and his hands, and his voice, and his kiss.
You almost regret pushing him away. Your head was swimming with all of the potential things you could be doing this morning had the night gone in Buggy’s favor.
His incessant need to have your allegiance was a subject you had no intention of ever budging. He kept you in a cellar on his ship as a prisoner, it’s not exactly strange that you wouldn’t want to join the very crew that imprisoned you.
“Captain wants her on land with him,” said Cabaji. “He said she has to be there.”
“Oh, come on!” said Lettie standing up from her place next to you and walking to the door. “What good will it do for Buggy to tote around this poor girl?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Cabaji said with a mock confusion from the other side. “I didn’t realize we were staging a mutiny! Although, for you two surely that’s not a new concept. In fact, maybe I should remind Captain Buggy about your backstory? Hmm?”
They both looked at one another nervously. After that comment, you immediately stood – dizzy as you may be – and made your way to the door. Moving around Marie, you pushed the threshold open to see Cabaji standing there waiting for you.
“Leave them alone,” you said. “I’ll come with you, just let me get dressed. That okay with you?”
Cabaji just shrugged and leaned against the wall with a bored expression. Closing the door, Lettie mouthed an ‘are you sure’ to which you simply nodded and began pulling some clothing together from their crammed reserve.
///
Cabaji did as was instructed and escorted you above deck. The two girls followed behind under the guise of wanting to go into the town just like every other crew member.
Stepping out onto the deck of the ship, you looked out over the island. It was seemingly small, but with the amount of buildings stacked on top of one another you wouldn't have known it. Teeming with life in every direction, the little city was unlike anything you’d seen before.
The sight of land caused you to remember –
A small seaside town.
just big enough to spend time alone but small enough to know the names of all the residents. You were eleven years old again and walking the dusty road to the dock. The sun was setting through the beautiful trees and over the open pastures, the bridges on your path took you over sweet little streams reflecting the warm orange glow of the sky.
Nearing the rocky shore, you came upon the tiny dock. Stomping your little feet to the end of the planked walkway, you hopped onto a woman’s boat. It was a fishing ship, large enough for three to be comfortable but small enough to be sailed by one.
“I told you to wait for me at home,” said the woman. In your memory you saw her wearing your necklace. The beautiful antique moonstone pendant. She was putting away fishing nets with a swift precision only someone with intense experience could do.
“I got bored,” you said with a shrug. “I want to go out on the boat.”
“You know we can’t do that, it’s getting late,” replied the woman hardly regarding you and continuing her chores.
“Aw come on,” your youthful self replied, crossing your arms and dragging out all the syllables in a whine. “I want to go see them.”
The woman stopped, put her work aside and strode up to you. Gripping both of your shoulders she said in a serious tone, “just because they let you live that one time, does not mean that those monsters will allow you to live a second.”
“They aren’t monsters, they are my friends,” you responded.
“And I am your mother, and I say no.”
“(Y/N)?” Lettie touched your shoulder gently.
“Yea!?” you jumped out of your memory. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. I just had a moment.”
She looked at you with suspicion. You looked visibly shaken like you’d seen a ghost.
“Okay, well, if you need anything,” said Lettie.
“Just call for us,” chimed Marie.
You nodded back at them in return. Cabaji, Lettie and Marie marched off the ship and down the dock to enjoy whatever the island had to offer. Watchinging them continue up the street, no one ran in fear or called for help, yet the three acrobats did instill respect. People moved out of the way, regarded their presence humbly.
The clothing you’d chosen was suitable for the warmer climate. A long patterned dress with a slit up the side was perfect for the tropical air. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t pick it with him in mind.
As you stood looking out over the side of the ship, you heard footsteps approach from behind you. You turned to face him. His expression was blank, no self important smirk, no drag of the eyes along your body, nothing. He simply stopped, eyes connecting with yours, and with a bored expression, looked off toward the town.
“Let’s go,” he said, making his way toward the ramp down to the dock.
“Hey!” you called after him from higher ground. He turned to look at you with a dramatic head turn.
Raising his eyebrows all he said was, “what?” in the most annoyed tone you’d ever heard him use with you.
You scoffed, mostly in shock at the way he was speaking to you. You’d been threatened, sexualized, and outright ignored, but never had he been this … this … petty.
“What is your problem?” you said with all of the accusatory intent you could muster.
“My problem,” he responded. “Is that you wont shut up and follow where I am telling you to go. Now Let's. Go.”
You were stunned, absolutely in shock. Your jaw hung open but no words came out all you could do was stand there and attempt to find the right insult to throw, but nothing came to you.
He simply chuckled at your astonished expression and continued down to the dock. The events of last night sat with him late. He barely slept and while the lack of rest certainly contributed to his mood, seeing you this morning looking like that made him a whole new level of irritated.
Deciding you had nothing better to do and nowhere to go, you followed him. Chasing after the clown you felt your feet finally connect with land, you said what you’d been thinking since you docked.
“I could run away you know,” you said over his shoulder trying to keep up. “There isn’t anything keeping me following you, I could just book it and you’d never see me again.”
He stopped quickly and spun to face you, the quick movement causing you to bump into his chest. He’d forgone his coat and hat opting to keep just the vest and throw his long hair into a bun high on his head. The shorter pieces fell down around his face and some tucked behind his ear.
“Then why haven’t you?”
His eyes had finally connected with yours and stayed there. You couldn’t explain it, but it felt exactly like what you’d been waiting for. Locked in his gaze you couldn’t think or speak, you just stood and let yourself search his beautiful green eyes.
“Yea,” he whispered for only you to hear. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up. “That’s what I thought.”
Turning away from you and continuing on his way up the busy street, you snapped out of whatever trance you were under. He spoke loudly enough for you to hear him as you followed behind.
“Plus, even if you wanted to escape nobody here would aid or abet you,” he detached his torso and spun, arms crossed to face you while his legs continued walking on their path.
Outstretching his arms, “I own this city!”
Taking the time to look at the buildings you passed and the people all around, you saw a spectacular amount of Buggy related iconography. His jolly roger hung in bars, on fruit stands, and hotel welcome mats.
“You’re joking.”
“Is it really so hard to believe that some people would rather live under the banner of a pirate than between the iron jaw of the Marines? Isn’t that right ladies and gents?”
When you both rounded the corner, as if on cue, a chorus of “That's right, Captain” fell sweetly from the mouths of a gaggle of gorgeous young men and women standing on the street corner. They were dressed in beautifully scandalous clothing. The name Madam Zell’s hung above the door of the dimly lit building.
“I love when they call me that,” Buggy said, shooting the group a wink before floating back to attach himself onto his hips.
“Know them?” you asked, feeling jealousy making a home in your chest.
An all too proud smirk pulled on his face looking over his shoulder to say, “intimately.”
You saw red. The gorgeous nymph-like gathering outside the bordello made you second guess yourself. He clearly didn’t have a type, the look of each individual completely different from the next. And yet, you still found yourself jealous of the beautiful individuals Buggy clearly visited.
“Almost there!” he called back to you.
///
After a few more blocks, Buggy turned into a skinny alleyway squished between two larger brick buildings. At the end was a heavy carved wooden door.
“Wait here,” he said, turning to you as he placed his hand on the knob.
“In the alley on an island run by pirates? Very funny clown,” you replied.
“Suit yourself,” he said, as the door opened into one of the strangest places you’d seen.
There were incredibly detailed scarves and lamps hanging from the ceiling. All around the room was bathed in different hues of light. The front foyer branched off into a few different hallways and rooms, from around the corner, someone popped their head out.
Their long lavender hair was pulled into a high ponytail, small circular glasses sat on the end of their nose, they wore a long black skirt, a dress shirt and a tailored waistcoat.
“Ah, Captain,” said the shopkeep. “And … guest?” Their eyebrow went up inquisitively and their eyes darted back and forth between you. They then disappeared into the other room.
“Who is that?” you asked
“Beau,” said Buggy. “Chemist, alchemist, fortune teller.”
“And we need them because…?”
“Because they have all the goods that I need to keep making my very special ammunition, sweet cheeks.”
From the other room on the right, Beau reappeared. Walking over to Buggy and handing him a small purple sack. They turned to address you. Their eyes were done with beautifully colored makeup that would put the blue haired pirate to shame.
“In case you hadn’t yet had the pleasure, Captain has an affinity for flashy projectiles. My alchemy produces the kind of ingredients he needs for –”
Beau’s face fell. They stared at you for a long moment, something that made you noticeably uncomfortable.
“You don’t even know what you can do,” they said.
“How did you –” you began before Buggy grabbed you by the wrist and led you to the door.
“Plans are just that, Buggy, plans. You can’t make anyone do anything,” Beau called out after you both. His comment clearly struck a nerve with the pirate as he stopped and turned around.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” said Buggy. “And it’s Captain to you.” He finished, pointing a finger in Beau’s all too relaxed face.
The alchemist leaned around their boss to speak directly to you.
“You’re going to have to figure it out for yourself. But, I suggest getting reacquainted with the moon … in your spare time,” Beau smiled. “I see a certain someone in your future taking up those nighttime hours.”
You were dying to know what they meant, you wanted to stay longer, ask more questions. If they could see the future, could they also tell you your past? Before you could open your mouth to speak, Buggy was pulling you out the door and back into the alley.
“Hey, no wait,” you tugged at his grip on you. “I want to go back inside, I want Beau to tell me more about myself.”
“And I want to get a drink,” he said, pulling you out of the alley and around the corner. You were able to get one last look at the door before it disappeared from view.
///
You sat on the small rooftop bar alone. Buggy had long since disappeared downstairs to one of the other floors of the nightclub to do whatever it is that pirates do best. Truthfully you had no idea what he was doing.
The night was beautiful. The bar wasn’t far inland, but it was also one of the highest points in the city. You could look down and see all the way to the ships in the harbor.
Like Beau had told you, you began to watch the moon. Surely it could tell you something about yourself. Unless, of course, the chemist was lying and working for the round nosed menace you can’t keep your mind from wandering back to.
“If I made a run for it, would you tell the clown?” you asked the only other lone soul in your vicinity.
The stoic bartender simply nodded his head and you rolled your eyes.
“Hey gorgeous,” said a voice you had hoped wasn’t directed at you. “Sitting all alone at the bar isn’t something a pretty girl like you oughta be doing.”
“I’m not alone,” you responded quietly.
The guy was twice your size and clearly used to getting his way. He started to lean over you, forcing himself into your personal space.
“You look very alone to me,” he said, leaning further into you. Out of fear, anger and god knows what else, you reached over the bar and picked up the nearest wine bottle before bashing it over the man's head sending him staggering back in pain.
“I’m going to run now,” you said to the bartender as you pushed yourself out of the bar chair and made a break for the stairs.
You ran and jostled your way through people right and left as you heard Goliath chasing after you. Each floor you’d sped down you would stop and look around frantically for Buggy before descending again at the sight or sound of your pursuant.
Eventually, when you realized the blue haired slacker was nowhere to be seen, all you could think to do was book it back to the ship and hope that climbing aboard would be enough of a deterrent for this ridiculously angry and frankly very insistent maniac.
Taking off down the street, the ship was insight, however, as you reached the docks, he had caught up with you and grabbed your arm.
“You pant little pant bitch!” He pulled your body to his face and spit his anger through gritted teeth. “Nobody gets a hit on me and lives, I am going to fucking kill –”
He is cut off by the view of a massive wall of water erupting behind you. The wave, stationary and towering fifteen feet tall descended.
You imagine the water encasing him, forming a barrier around his entire body. He floats there, in mid air in a sphere of ocean you created with nothing more than pure thought.
He is drowning. He tries to swim for the sides of his prison, the bottom, the top, but the current you’ve created is too strong. Eventually he stops fighting and you let the water go and crash upon the wooden dock hearing the thud of his body hit the deck.
Your body crumpling from exhaustion.
The last thing you hear is him calling your name. You catch a glimpse of the full moon as you slip into unconsciousness.
///
You stand in his quarters, still, and boiling with rage. All he does is sit in his chair and look at you. The tension in the room was thick as blood, something you coincidentally have on your hands.
“You should not have left me alone.” you say. “I killed him.”
“Baby, please, I kill people all the time.” He replied sticking to his petty nonchalance from early in the day.
Your eyes went wide daring him to keep talking. He shut up very quickly then.
“I don’t even remember what happened. All I can remember is running and when he caught me I blacked out.”
You paced in your spot of the room across from him biting your thumb and plastering a worried expression across your face.
Buggy knew exactly what you did, he watched the whole thing happen. He watched you call up the sea and use it to drown a man midair. But it would be a cold day in hell before you knew that.
Sea water might as well be poison to him. The devil fruit inside was responsible for his inability to swim and if you so happen to get a hold on those powers before you had a loyalty to him, he’d be a goner for sure.
“What happened?” you asked the pirate. His long hair down and shirt changed into a loose linen.
“You know I wish that I could tell you, doll,” he said from his relaxed position in his chair. “But I didn’t see anything.”
He had lied dozens, hundreds of times before and while on the outside it seemed no different, he felt an uncomfortable weight on his chest, like he could feel the lie pushing him down. The way you looked so out of control. This wasn’t like you. You were confident and strong and always trying to stay one step ahead of him.
Your body fell into one of the other chairs in the room. Your head in your hands, all you could do was sit there and feel overwhelmed.
Perfect thought Buggy. He may have felt bad but he wasn't about to go back on a plan, not one so developed as this. You were in the palm of his hand all he needed to do was squeeze.
The clown captain made his way over and knelt in front of you. You peeked at him from behind your hands.
“Let me take care of you,” he said quietly, running his hand up the side of your leg from ankle to knee.
Usually, you’d say no. Kick at him, demand a fight, challenge him. But him before you like this, begging in such a delicate way. You just wanted all the stress and frustration and fear to go away.
You nodded your head as he began to move the slit of your dress to free your left leg. He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee and made his way higher, and higher. Soft lips connecting with your even softer skin.
Then you did something you’d wanted to do for so long. Between your hands you held his face and lifted him to your lips. Still kneeling before you with his hands moved to firmly grip your thighs in the chair, Buggy hesitated. The plan was just to eat you out, send you over the top with pleasure on his tongue, then discard you, make you beg for more.
But to kiss you ... could it possibly be so bad.
You ever so gently touched your lips to his own, teasing and testing to see what he would do, but he let you take the lead. Pressing your lips to his, Buggy was hit with a wave. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. The gentle supple feel of your kiss sent butterflies careening in his stomach. His chest felt tight and his pants felt even tighter.
He was used to the kinds of kisses that people share when they're just looking to fuck but never something like this, like you. It was addictive filling him with a desire he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not a want or even a need, a desire.
He could kiss you forever this way, his hands massaging up and down your pillowy thighs. You grew hotter pushing further into his kiss and moaning for more. This kiss, it was the kind that could seal the deal, make you love him.
But that was when he realized. He understood Beau’s fortune. He was already too far gone and losing control with every moment his mouth was on yours. He pulled away.
“Get out,” he said. His head hung in front of you still on his knees.
“Wha– What?” you questioned.
“I said get out.” He pushed himself to get off the ground and made for his desk to busy himself with something, anything that wasn't your body.
no offense but angst leading to smut will always top everything else. argue with the wall because i ain’t hearing it ok, the yearning? the heartache that leads to hurried kisses or passionate slow ones? the face grab? the holding them as close as they can during? shut up!
You write Buggy so well, is your ask box open for writing requests?
Ya know ... sure! why not!
I mean, I can only write one thing each week because my work schedule is a bit hectic – that is to say it would either have to be a request or STM that gets posted on Sunday.*
But, I think that requests could be something fun that I splice in with STM uploads kind of like how I did with ScareActor!Buggy in The Midnight Hour.
Send away, Anon! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶
*note: I could attempt to post more than one thing depending on the length but I am lowballing myself so that I don't get burnt out.
THR BUGGY SCARE ACTOR STORY??? INSANE. INSAAANEEE its so good it literally had me kicking my feet and giggling. Praying that theres a sequel or just more unhinged buggy smut in the future bc LORD
EEEEEEE I'M SO HAPPY!! Thank you sm for reading!
He was literally so fun to write I might just have to do a fun lil sequel in the near future (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Unhinged just happens to be my favorite way to write Buggy so you're in luck <3
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