i am new to your blog! And i ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! (I already apologise for and span liking/reposting)
Request!
Imagine poly!relationship with buggy, crocodile and mihawk: you guys actually wanted to have a night together, but crocodile and mihawk were late so you and buggy got impatient and already started with fucking. When mihawk and crocodile get home, they obviously punish you in the worst way(you can decide how!)
˙⋆✮thank you and byeee˙⋆✮
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
hi hiii babe! Thank you so much for this request. I’ve been wanting more cross guild poly content for ages lol. I’m slowly getting back into writing after my unplanned hiatus
Warnings: 18+, established poly relationship, degrading, gangbang, foursome, rough sex, p in v, fem reader, punishment, mean croco, mean Mihawk, orgasm denial, use of the term whore, throat fucking, vibrators, croco using his hook to pin down reader, butt plug, anal, overstimulation, mention of Shibari
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-this happens time to time…crocodile and Mihawk run late on meetings and end up coming home hours after they’re planned arrival. Most of the time you and buggy don’t care because shit happens. But tonight…the four of you planned a special evening
-you and buggy kept yourselves entertained for a good while; movies, playing cards, even taking a nap, but nothing helped soothe the ache between both of your legs. So you two took it into your own hands
-none of you care if someone fucks another, having walked in on crocodile fucking buggy, Mihawk on his knees for crocodile, buggy riding Mihawk, or you being fucked senseless by one of them. Jealousy doesn’t really exist in your relationship
-if either you or buggy act out, get impatient, or turn bratty, of course punishments are due. But neither of you thought about that tonight. The other times the two of them came home late, they would know you two would have handled each other. No big deal…right? WRONG
-buggy lies flat on the large, shared bed, his hands gripping your hips roughly as you bounce up and down on his cock. The clowns face is bright red, and his pupils are blown. Broken whines fall from his lips with every drag of your pussy against his cock
-the two of you are so engrossed with each other that you don’t hear the front door open..and heavy foot steps making their way through the hall of the manor. It’s not until you hear that familiar deep voice that the two of you freeze
-“so fuckin’ impatient. Couldn’t obey one fuckin’ thing could you?” Crocodiles voice echos through the bedroom. Causing both you and buggy to glance over nervously. Mihawk stands there with his typical flat expression but there’s something else…a flicker of…something in those hawk like eyes. SHIT
-within a blink of an eye, you’ve been lifted off of buggy, his cock twitching at the sudden loss of warmth and pleasure. Causing a cry to slip from the clowns lips
-you’re suddenly on your knees, head yanked back by your hair, being forced to stare up at your hooked lover. “Did you cum?” He asks and you nod nervously. “Course you did, don’t even know why I ask. You’re such a whore”
-“open”. Crocodile demands and without question, you do as your told. Like you always do. Gagging around crocodiles thick length as he pushes himself deeper down your throat
-meanwhile, Mihawk is opening the top drawer, rooting around for something. A moment later, he holds a vibrator in his hand. He flicks the switch, and presses it against the underside of buggy’s cock. Running it up and down his aching length
-“you cum without permission, you’re in for worse. Behave” Mihawk says flatly towards the clown. Staring up at the swordsman as his hands grab fistfuls of the comforter beneath him. Whining and bucking his hips against the toy to relieve the ache
-only for Mihawk to suck his teeth, using his spare hand to hold buggy down by his hips. “Stop moving”, is the only warning buggy receives and attempts to listen..
-a deep and cruel chuckle echos through the room as crocodile continues fucking himself into your mouth. Having glanced down to see the small puddle under you. You can get off alone on giving your lovers head, you’re a pleaser.
-“you really are filthy” crocodile grunts out, plucking you off his cock with a disgusting sounding ‘pop’. “On the bed. Ass up.” Crocodile demands. Coming to a stand still behind you once you’ve perched yourself how he wants you
-a loud scream escapes your throat as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you. The painful stretch of his cock makes you see stars for a few seconds, only fading as he gives you no time to adjust. His hips snapping against you with brutal thrusts
-it seems that a silent conversation happened between Mihawk and crocodile because next thing you know, while keeping the vibrator held to buggy, Mihawk is forcing his cock into buggy’s mouth
-just like yourself, buggy is insanely sensitive. Especially in moments such as this. Both of you getting more and more aroused the meaner they are. Getting off on fear
-you can feel the cold of crocodiles hook press down against your back, between your shoulder blades. The blunt side pinning you down so you don’t attempt to run. But why would you? You just wanna get off.
-crocodile suddenly stops, he felt the way your walls flutter when you’re close to your release. And since you came without them, he’ll make sure you remember not to disobey them again. You attempt to fuck yourself on his length, only to earn a harsh spank to your ass. A silent warning not to do anything stupid
-buggy isn’t having a better time either. Mihawk turned up the strength of the vibrator, causing buggy to cry. Fat tears roll down his cheeks as he sniffles. Begging Mihawk to let him cum. And Mihawk laughs. He actually laughs which sends a chill up both you and buggy’s spine
-“oh…scared are you? Good” crocodile says before picking up his movements again. Almost harder than they were the first time. Knowing that your body settled down enough that you won’t cum right away
-crocodile and Mihawk continue this torment for god knows how long. The only thing you two know, is you’re both sobbing. Begging as pained pleas fall from your lips. Craving the release, needing that excruciating ache to be soothed
-another silent conversation passes between the two meanies as you and buggy have been calling them this whole time. And once again, the two of you have been man handled and manipulated into a new position.
-you had forgotten buggy had a plug in the entire time. The red jeweled piece sitting snug so he was prepared for them when they got back. Only for Mihawk to have discarded it before pushing himself into buggy’s puckering hole
-today’s position isn’t new, having been placed like this before in times of punishment. Buggy is on his back with Mihawk buried between his legs. You’re on top, pussy shoved in buggy’s face as your torso is flat on his, swirling your tongue on the clowns red tip. Meanwhile, crocodiles cock is once again stretching you out
-“whoever cums first, gets the toy.” Crocodile growls from behind you. Referring to their next form of punishment. Being tied up using Mihawk’s rope, arms forced behind you, legs tied open as the vibrator is tied to one’s thigh, on HIGH.
-forcing the loser to cum over, and over, and over again…
WC: 3k
Warnings: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x afab!reader, friends to something, profanity, mentions of alcohol, fingering - reader receiving, vaginal sex, creampie, pls practice safe sex, angst no comfort
A/N: Um...I'm sorry. I'm happy with this story, but also so very sorry. Happy Angst August!
Teaser: Buggy placed a hand around your fist, keeping his coat trapped. He tilted his head and raised his brows, a cue for you to continue talking. Instead, you fell into the depths of his eyes. Like you did that night in the rain.
You both knew what this was. A handful of sunny afternoons spent with sandy feet and ice cold beer bottles dripping with condensation. Nights in seedy bars - fingertips salty from snacking on peanuts and empty shells found in your pockets the next morning. An hour or two grabbing a bite to eat, sharing a plate of puffed pastries stuffed with spiced meat, or seeing who can eat a bucket of fried spiraled potatoes the fastest. (Buggy got the furthest before he bit his tongue, shrieked at the horrifically incorrect crunch, and you dropped your food while cackling.)
This was fun and that’s all it was.
Just moments of levity whenever time found you two together. There was nothing more behind the way you hugged Buggy each time you saw him. Or how you’d compliment his new looks and applaud the goofy poses he’d strike. Nothing behind the way his hand would rest on your shoulder or back when you two walked through crowds. Or when you’d grab his sleeve and lead the way. When his hand would rest on your knee. Nothing in the way his eyes held the stars sparkling on the water. Or your laughter in the wind when his ship is at sea.
Sure, there was the one night you two kissed. But it didn’t mean anything. It was raining. There was lightening. And thunder. You two were stuck outside, huddled under Buggy’s heavy coat, which was only getting heavier with each raindrop that it soaked up. The flashes of light were bright. Blinding. And the thunder was loud. And his lips were close.
You couldn’t keep your eyes off of them as he talked. The red paint was faded from a night of drinking. Buggy would lick his lips while talking. Drops of rain clung to the stubble on his jaw. His adam’s apple bobbed. And his lips…they were soft and warm against yours. The next flash of lightening shone brightly in his eyes before he returned the kiss. In the rain, while hiding under a coat. And that’s where the moment ended.
They were rare, but the times you spent on Buggy’s ship were some of your favorites. He was loved by his crew and they embraced you by extension. Cheery greetings and invites to have a drink were plentiful. They pulled you into their tricks and dances, told you stories and listened to yours, asked for your help and shared advice. The ship was noisy, it smelled, there was chaos and mess, and it suited your Buggy perfectly.
The moon watched you and the captain in his quarters. Laughing and drinking, like usual. The pirate was showing you a map, a finger rasping as it followed the course set for tomorrow morning. He tapped a spot excitedly, telling you about all the treasures that would belong to him. How the expedition will make him and his crew famous. That you were lucky to know the Great Captain Buggy and the fearsome Buggy Pirates before it all changed. And even luckier, he would bring you back something special.
His volume rose and dropped, uncontrollable with the enthusiasm bubbling through him. The passion and fervor Buggy emanated was captivating. In this moment, he was walking among the stars. And in this moment, you wanted to walk with him.
“I could go with you.”
Buggy paused, then let out a deep belly laugh. He tapped the map again and explained how dangerous the trip would be. His crew was trained and ready and even then, some of them might not make it back. Meanwhile, you could count the number of islands and towns you’ve visited on one hand. On the map, the circumference of your travels was smaller than the bottom of the bottle you two had been sharing.
“Don’t make jokes like that,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye and leaving behind a smudge of eyeliner.
“I’m serious. I want to go with you.” You stared at Buggy, just waiting for him to laugh that beautifully irritating laugh again.
But he didn’t. The lighthearted joy slid away while the smile stayed. The twinkle in his eyes flickered, a weak candle in the darkness overtaking his expression.
“You don’t know what you want.” Buggy spoke slowly, as if you misunderstood yourself. As if he knew better.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Don’t fucking patronize me,” you stormed over to Buggy and grabbed the lapel of his coat, ignoring the giggle that escaped his mouth. “I know what I want.”
“Then tell me.” His voice was low. Teasing. Burrowing into your head.
You stared deep in the pirates eyes, ready to repeat yourself.
“I want…” The words drifted off as nimble shadows pulled at the truth that both of you knew. The real answer. It wasn’t what you wanted, but who.
Buggy placed a hand around your fist, keeping his coat trapped. He tilted his head and raised his brows, a cue for you to continue talking. Instead, you fell into the depths of his eyes. Like you did that night in the rain. You crashed, lips first.
He let you push his coat off, rolling his shoulders until the heavy garment fell. Buggy matched your movements to stay connected and entangled. When you were busy holding him close - hands on either side of his face, sliding to the back of his head, down to feel his chest - his hands busied themselves with buttons and buckles. Then they busied themselves elsewhere.
Your heartbeat increased dramatically, nearly pushing you out of your mind, when Buggy’s fingers dipped beneath your clothes. Biting his bottom lip, you whined. The moment was becoming too full to hold everything. It threatened to split you - mind and body. To force you to pick between thinking and experiencing.
“Too hard,” Buggy snapped, pulling his tender lip from your teeth.
You mumbled an apology. Maybe. It felt like you said something as you pressed your forehead against his stubbled cheek. Despite starting the journey cautiously, one of Buggy’s fingers slipped and slid between your folds and collided with your clit, sending a jolt through your body. Standing on tiptoes, you let out a pitiful moan and leaned into Buggy more. You swayed together, adrift in the waves the ship sat on.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Mmhmm…”
Buggy’s chin was pressed against your head grinding into the acknowledgment you nodded. His body continued to chase and constrain you. The arm wrapped around your back was less of an embrace for affection, but more for desire. He pulled you off balance just enough for him to hold and maneuver you. With a leg wedged in the area between yours, Buggy ignored the space you tried to create by hovering above the pleasure.
With each caress, every drag of his thick fingers against your bundle of nerves, you floated into the stars. Buggy pressed against you, pushing you higher and higher until there wasn’t enough air to breath. Your head was whirling, following the movement of the constellations and the spin of galaxies. You were far, far away. Clinging to Buggy’s shoulders, you clawed your way back into your body and back into his hold.
“N-no, wait,” you choked out.
Buggy’s jaw moved but the words were lost in your messy hair. Sliding a hand down to his elbow, you pushed the pirate’s arm back. The rest of his body followed, leaving an emptiness between your legs and in your chest.
He held up the two fingers that stole some of your heat and rubbed them together before pulling them apart. A strand of wetness bridged the gap, a sticky thread catching shimmers of light. With a wink, Buggy popped his slick-coated fingers in his mouth and nodded in approval.
The captain’s desk was barely a step behind you. Between the furniture and the captain himself, there was hardly enough space to undress. Sitting on the hard wooden edge, you kicked off your heavy shoes with a thud and shimmied out of your pants. Two hands on your hips stopped your next moves.
Buggy hooked his fingers on either side of your cotton panties and slid them down slowly. So fucking slow. The feeling rippled out across your skin, bringing heat and goosebumps. The little bit clinging slick that found it’s way to your thigh was cold.
“You’re fucking dripping,” Buggy said, his eyes following a tangible path from the thin, soaked fabric and up to your wet cunt.
“Because you keep teasing me, you shit!” Your breathless response couldn’t hold onto the intended sharpness. If anything, you were whining. Begging for more.
The hungriness only increased when Buggy finished undoing his pants and let them fall, along with his underwear. His cock sprang forwards and bobbed, finally freed in your presence for the first time.
Sure, some late night rum-fueled talks carried filthy stories. Raunchy comments about past trysts and boastful claims about sex and alcohol, both of which came with daring remarks about what was under everything. Poking at suspected lies and prodding at the truth beneath all the clothes and bravado. Despite the talks and drunken dances, stupid faces while eating hot dogs and sausages, cream-filled pastries and familiar looking fruit, you weren’t ready.
Buggy’s cock was thick and dripping, the shiny head swollen with the audacity he had for commenting on how wet you were. Despite all the precum smeared on the blunt tip, his stupid striped underwear was probably just as wet as yours. What a fucker. You watched his dick twitch, bouncing erratically under it’s own weight while another pearly bead gathered at the slit.
“Oh just say it! You’re too easy to read.”
Buggy’s taunt was accompanied by bringing a hand to the base of his erection. With his thumb and forefinger nestled more in the blue curls than wrapped around his member, Buggy held himself carefully. Little movements let him squeeze and stroke the bottom of the shaft, working out a groan that was just as light.
Your eyes flicked up to meet his. The cool color stood out among the hot flush on his face, which was adorned with beads of sweat already collecting near his hairline.
“You’re fucking dripping,” you said. The smile that grew on your face was met with an equally pleased grin from the clown. “You’re making a mess, Buggs.”
Buggy bit his lip and rolled his eyes. “I’m about to.”
Fuck, those three words were more than enough for you to spread your legs like a whore.
The first touch was everything. All the thoughts and feelings that you tried to ignore, that you peered at through closed doors, that brought you onto this damn pirate ship, went up in fire. White hot flames licked at your skin and consumed all the oxygen in the room.
Buggy’s hand trembled, sliding the tip of his dick along your slit and mixing the liquids with a sickeningly wonderful sound. Just as he took his time exposing your wet heat, Buggy took his time lining up. He ignored your little whimpers and gasps, or maybe he couldn’t hear them at all over his own ragged breathing. The way his gaze was hooked on the path his cock was following reminded you of the awe his eyes reflected when looking at a treasure map.
Just then, you wanted nothing more than to lay under all of the attention. It was agonizing. Delicious and painful. Your hands hurt from gripping the edge of the desk. Your ass hurt from hanging off the wood. Your pussy was tender from being swollen and needy for so long. Your chest ached. But all the pleasure meant you didn’t want the pain to stop. Not yet. You wanted the fire to swallow you whole.
Blue eyes found yours through the inferno. They were full of pleading and warning. Buggy’s tip rested against your entrance. Your lips mouthed a silent word, one that both confirmed and begged for what came next. For the connection that your bodies craved.
Buggy swore under his breath as he eased into you. Something about being so wet but incredibly tight. You weren’t sure. All you could think about was the stretch needed to accommodate his girth and the subsequent fullness. You were real fucking full. And you wanted more.
You looked at the man kneading your thighs. His cerulean brows were knitted close and his eyes were shut just as tight. His pink tongue poked out to moisten his lips before retreating so Buggy could clench his jaw. All while his fingers dug into your soft skin, his short painted nails threatening to leave crescent impressions.
“Bug-”
“M’fine,” he croaked. “Gimm- nnh- Give me a m-moment.”
You wanted to. Truly, you wanted to be patient. You had been so patient leading up to this, but as each second stretched in to eternity, you couldn’t wait any longer.
“Move… Please move.”
Buggy finally opened his eyes and were met by yours, which full of tears and longing.
“Fuck,” he whispered desperately as he pulled out. “How does it feel even tighter?”
Although he was talking to himself, your body reacted and Buggy groaned through the contraction.
“Goddamn it, just screw me. Stop fucking around and make a me-”
Your frustrated tirade was cut off by two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. With your mouth pushed open, Buggy pumped moan after moan out of you with the quickening thrust of his hips. It wasn’t fast by any definition, but his nails finally broke the skin on the inside of your left thigh as he tried to hold what he couldn’t.
Spit collected around his fingers. Spit that he smeared on your face when he pulled out his hand and squeezed your chin.
Buggy leaned in.
“Is this what you want?” Each measured word was delivered when his cock was buried deep.
A tear escaped from the corner of your eye and disappeared when it’s fall brought the drop to Buggy’s wet hold.
You nodded. And again, you crashed lips first. Buggy drank your bitter lie, which was sweetened by every sinful sound he fucked from you. In return, you took his heat, his lust, his passion - anything and everything he gave you in this moment. You held it all close, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“M-make a mess for me, okay? Make a mess on my cock,” Buggy panted.
You gave a half nod, stopping to press your forehead against his. Your nose against his. Buggy didn’t pull back, he stayed as you curled tightly and shook. He listened to your shallow breaths and the wet slap of his skin against yours. He bullied his cock into you repeatedly, pushing your limit until it became a new normal. Until your pussy welcomed him deep. Until you dissolved into the flames of ecstasy.
The sounds you made cracked with each throb of Buggy’s impending release. Your walls contracted and fluttered uselessly around the intrusion. The mindless responses were answered in kind by the pirate’s climax.
Buggy’s cock pulsed as it flooded your insides, his hot cum flooding what little area he didn’t already occupy before finding it’s way to the exit. With each slowing thrust, thick creamy drops fell to the floor, and seeped into the cracked wood.
With that, the fire was doused. It was gone. The heat was retreating. You clung to the embers, keeping your legs locked at the ankles. Buggy's soft touch drifted over angry red slivers on your leg before hooking under your knee and easing your tired legs further apart.
Buggy hissed when he pulled back and vacated your body entirely. The mess was undeniable. Cum and pussy juice coated his dick, collecting in the blue curls at the base. Some had found its way down his thigh, slicking down the sparse hair there. His face paint was streaked, ruined from being rubbed, touched, and sweated away. Strands of hair stuck to his face.
And as for you…well, you were entirely fucked up. Your head and heart were jumbled. Rubble and ash. And the little ember you hoped to protect didn’t survive what came next.
Buggy pulled up his underwear and pants, smothering everything under the layers of fabric.
“You should-” He was still out of breath. “You should probably head out now. You- you got what you wanted, so we’re good now.” His voice shook and he took a deep shuddering inhale.
Buggy put a large hand on your leg, his thumb grazing the marks he gave you. After a pause, he patted your thigh and squeezed one final time before leaving the room. He didn’t look back at the person he left exposed, half undressed and dripping on his own desk before closing the door.
Fuck.
The fire was back, but it hurt this time. Worse. Everything was melting and falling apart. You could hardly see through the haze as you pulled on your clothes. You couldn’t even fasten your pants. Your hands were too numb. Or maybe they were shaking. Holding your clothes together with one hand, you carried your shoes in the other. Fuck staying here any longer to put them on.
The door was in the fucking way. Not just because it was a door but because -fuck it. Just fucking fuck.
Your shoes fell from your hand as you struggled to turn the knob. You finally got the door open but those goddamn fucking shoes were in the way. Bending down, the first sob escaped your lips.
With shoes in hand again, you kicked the door open the rest of the way and padded out of the suffocating room. You kept your eyes trained to the floor as you navigated your way off the ship. While you could avoid seeing any of the sideways glances from the crew, you couldn’t tune out the murmurs and chatters. You did your best to ignore hesitant calls and move away from pitying hands.
You didn’t want their reassurances. You didn’t want their pity. You didn’t want any of it.
Because, according to Buggy, you already got what you wanted.
pairing: buggy x f!reader
words: there's many words in here alright! like, many
summary: who would've thought that the best thing you'd get out of your relationship would be the guy after it.
angst; smut; fluff.
ᴄᴡ: ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ; ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ
"Come on, let's go!"
Buggy stared with an intense look, from the corner of the room, as this drunk looking guy grabbed your arm and dragged you across the bar.
"Stop! Let me go! I haven't finished my shift!"
The man's grip tightened on you and he pulled you close, your noses almost touching from the proximity.
"I told you I don't want you working! Much less in a fucking bar! What, you like all these men looking at you!?"
Your boyfriend spat those words at your through gritted teeth, and you swore his iris shrunk in size giving his eyes more space to express their hatred at disgust towards you.
"Not my circus, not my monkeys. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Not my circus..." Buggy repeated the quote in his head like a mantra as he sipped his beer, reminding himself that the extraneous relationship was none of his business.
And usually he would not mind, other people's predicaments were none of his concern and he didn't care to make them his concern, but you were different.
The Captain had only seen you working at the bar a couple of times and he had found you... pathetic. Smiling at the customers, apologising, actually doing your best and being polite. That showed weakness. You were weak. Weak, and innocent, and pathetic, and someone who would never survive in this world. And for that he wanted you.
Buggy refused to put two and two together, he refused to accept that for once there was someone he wanted to protect instead of hurt - because that would mean that he would have a weakness: you.
It was only when you showed him kindness and respect instead of fear and disgust that the Captain began somewhat welcoming the idea of you.
It had been a terrible day - the crew was hungover and some punks took the chance to ransack the ship - and Buggy just needed a drink. He sat alone on the corner and some pesky, useless waitress set the wrong drink in front of him.
"I should have you killed for your incompetence!" He had dramatically yelled at you.
Instead of pleas or more yelling, his threat was met with a question.
"Why?"
It instantly calmed him down, he had never been questioned on his threats... Sure they had been laughed at, they had been feared... But never questioned.
"Does this look like my order!?" Buggy said, a lot calmer but still showing annoyance as he didn't want you to think you somehow had the power to take away his rage.
"Can't I just replace it, Sir? I can make it on the house if you'd like!"
Buggy left after that, without another word. It effectively made you think that he now hated you and your service, but the fact was his heart beat faster. His heart beat in a way that had only beat before when he was fighting or torturing someone, and the Captain had to sit alone and wonder what it meant - and how he could shoo it away. No one had ever been able to calm him down, let alone make him feel bad for the tone he had used - until you waltzed in the Captains' life with your pretty smile and tight fabrics.
He sat on that same corner that day watching that man mistreat you in front of everyone. The look on your face was one Buggy did not recognize - he was half certain you were incapable of portraying negative emotions, but now it seemed like all of them were flowing through you.
"I-I wanted to get money t-to help you buy that ship you wanted! For your birthday, baby!" You lied, trying to stop your body from shaking.
You wanted some financial independence from that man, you wanted to be able to buy stuff for yourself without having to go by your partner first, or without having to get his approval because "it was his money after all", but you figured a lie would be best.
After that, the man roughly let go of your arm, but your faces remained at the same distance.
"We will discuss your schedules at home." He said in a threatening, low tone and promptly left the bar.
You looked around - the place was never calm, except when there was gossip and drama to pay attention to. Your eyes scanned the room and you laughed nervously.
"It's alright fellas! Apologies for disturbing your night I will get you all a round on the house!"
Cheers echoed the room and it went back to the rowdy environment you knew as you tried your best to excuse yourself to the back where you could breathe.
You left through the door and slid down the brick wall of the alleyway where the staff took their smoke breaks, thanking the gods that it was vacant. Your thighs hit the cold stone floor but you didn't care - at least you could breathe. It felt like there was a boulder on your chest that prevented you the air to leave your lungs and chemicals in your eyes that prevented you from crying up until that point.
The sound heavy boots smacking against the stone echoed in the air, getting closer and closer to you. You assumed it was your manager, and you didn't want to get fired but you couldn't get back inside just yet.
"Sorry, Sir... I will go back in in just a minute." You said, voice muffled from your head being buried in your arms.
Buggy wasn't sure what to say, - he wasn't good at comforting people, not at all - so he just stood there, looking down at you, as if the space around him would freeze to give him enough time to think of the appropriate reply.
When you obtained no reply, you got worried - was you boss that mad that he wouldn't even dignify you with a response?...
You slowly peeled your head from your arms and looked up at the person in front of you, to find the somber clown that sat on the corner of the bar every other day. You immediately stood up and violently wiped the tears from your cheeks and the dirt from your skirt as you tried your best to look presentable.
Buggy's looks towards you were always a mix of very intense emotions that you couldn't decipher, but now they were a lot softer, almost as if he felt sad for you - and honestly you much preferred angst to pity.
The Captain softly grabbed your arm, stopping it from rubbing your skin so violently and potentially damaging something so beautiful.
"I-I'm sorry I will go back in now I didn't mean to disturb the service please let me offer you-"
Your frantic, apologetic rant was cut short by Buggy's voice.
"Why are you with him?"
Your eyes, that previously wandered everywhere but his face, found his gaze.
"Him? Him who? My... boyfriend?"
Buggy just nodded, searching your face for all of the emotions he could gather - they were all negative, and those he was good at.
"I love him." You said dryly, not one ounce of emotion laced in your words.
"You don't. You fear him. People who are feared are not loved, I should know..." The Captain said the last part under a deep inhale.
You were left silent. You were angry and in disbelief that this man that didn't even know you had the gall to make such serious accusations about you and your relationship.
But he was right. And now you knew how painfully obvious it was.
At some point you did love him - your boyfriend would bring you flowers every other week, he would write often, expressing his love, when he needed to sail for work, he would cook intricate dinners and fill the bedroom with roses and gifts in every special date you shared... But once he knew he had you, the man changed completely - a tale as old as time. And your boyfriend knew you held onto the hopes and memories of the past and used it against you, pretending to be the caring man he once was from time to time to keep you around.
"So? Why are you with him?" The Captain asked once more upon being faced with your silence, slowly stepping closer.
You opened your mouth to say something, hoping your brain could scramble together an excuse for being with that man that didn't sound as pathetic as just "nostalgia".
Before you could speak, Buggy placed his index finger on your chin and tilted your head up so you could look into his beautiful, big green eyes. They were hypnotizing, really.
"Exactly." He whispered "There is no reason. So let me take you away."
You widened your eyes.
"Take me away!? Where would you even take me?..."
Buggy chuckled, approaching his face to yours.
"Anywhere, everywhere..." He whispered.
Your face grew hot and the atmosphere around you became tense, this time a completely different feeling filling the air.
"But... why? I thought you disliked me. You know, because of that day... I feel like you've been giving me the stink eye from that corner you sit on ever since."
Buggy let out a short laugh as he took his time to examine every pretty little detail of your face up close.
"Dislike you? I'm crazy about you. The way your fetching eyes twinkle when you smile, the way you sing when you wipe down the bar, the way your dresses fit you..."
Buggy allowed the hand that wasn't on your chin to trail up your body, still remaining far from any places he shouldn't (but wanted to) touch, as his eyes stole a look at your slightly exposed chest.
You were speechless. You hadn't heard someone talk about you with such admiration and love in a long time, but alas, the last time you believed it it lead you to the nightmare you lived in currently.
As you were reminded of such a fact, your eyes filled with tears once more and you stepped back, away from his touch.
"He used to tell me those things too... I've heard all of it. I'm sorry I-I can't trust this act a-and I need to go back to work."
Buggy stayed in his place, not wanting to scare you more than you already were or ruin any potential chance he might've had by being too insistant. In a last effort, he called your name, just as your hand met the cold metal of the door's handle, and you stopped.
"Y/N. You're dating a manchild, he doesn't know what to do with a good woman like you because he's a boy." Upon seeing he had piqued your interest, the Captain stepped closer and leaned to whisper in your ear from behind "Let me show you how a man is supposed to treat a woman such as yourself."
Your heart was thumping in a way you had never felt before, and althought you opened the door and ran inside to stop Buggy from seeing your blush, he knew.
He chuckled, left the alleyway and walked to his ship, letting the proposal sit on your mind.
Unbeknownst to your boyfriend (and to you), that night was crucial. The events of that night would heavily determine if you'd take the Captain up on his offer or not, even if you didn't know it at the time.
Once your shift ended you bid goodbye to the old man that owned the bar and made your way home, hands in the pockets of your heavy coat and smoke coming out of your mouth with every breath from the cold night air.
"Hey!" You greeted once you closed the door of your home.
You removed your coat and put on the best fake smile you could muster as you ealked over to your boyfriend whom sat on the dinner table drinking some sort of ale that he had brought from work.
"Good news honey!" The man said, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"What is it?" You asked with hope in your voice that, for once, the good news would benefit you as well.
"The man who handles the money down at the bar you work for is an old pal of mine, I talked to him and he can send the money directly to our house so I can keep it safe! So no need to wait for it on pay day anymore, I can just put it directly towards my ship like we wanted!"
Your boyfriend kept talking, but you had stopped listening halfway through. Your heart was beating way too fast for you to focus, and the ringing in your ears became too loud for you to hear.
He decided what you did, what you bought, what you wore, where you went... The smallest, tiniest bit of freedom you had was taken away. Everything was taken away.
There was no escape. Anywhere you went, anything you did... no escape.
Except... the Captain. He had offered you an escape. The clown had practically opened the door to freedom for you.
Or maybe not, maybe you'd just be walking into a different type of captivity, but something in your head and in your heart told you Captain Buggy was different. Maybe it was the sweet words or the twinkle in his eyes that were shining with something other than the possessiveness you had always been used to, something like care, or admiration even.
You placed your hands in your boyfriend's chest, slowly peeling yourself away from the hold he had on you as the fake smile faded into visible panic and anxiety. You had to make a decision, and you had to make it fast.
Before your head could process anything and before your mouth could protest his decision, your body turned to the door and your legs started running.
You didn't even know what Captain Buggy's ship looked like, you just ran to the docks in hopes that it would somehow work out for you.
As expected, the man you once loved ran after you, screaming, cursing and threatening all the way to the docks.
You had a considerable distance from him, and, thankfully, Buggy's flags with red-nosed skull made it easy for you to find the ship - although it wasn't needed.
When you looked behind you to make sure you kept said distance from your (ex-)boyfriend, you bumped into someone. The person didn't let you fall, however - he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you as steady as possible.
"Get your fucking hands off her, clown!" Your boyfriend said in a tone that made it seem like he was frothing at the mouth - he might as well have been.
When you looked up to identify your saviour, you smiled in relief to find Buggy, tears welling in your eyes from the previous anxiety and panic that finally dawned on you. His piercing green eyes stared at your boyfriend menacingly, and had you not known how much the man wanted you, you too would have been scared of the expression painted on his face.
"Watch your tone, boy, and then leave." The Captain warned.
"I won't watch-"
Buggy didn't allow your partner to finish the sentence, he detached the hand that didn't hold onto you and wrapped it around the other man's neck, throwing him against a wall with enough strenght to knock him out.
As the hand came back to its place, Buggy looked down at you adoringly.
"I take it you accept my proposal, princess?"
You tried to bite back the smile, but to no avail.
"I do accept it. But!" Buggy leaned down ever so slightly, showing the most interest in whatever condition you had decided to set "If you ever scream at me I will leave you."
Buggy's smile stretched wide, and he pressed kisses all over your face.
"Oh my dear princess, my beautiful, beautiful treasure... If I ever so much as annoy you feel free to shoot me dead."
You grinned and slapped his chest.
"Don't be dramatic!" You said and giggled, unable to contain how giddy he made you, how he made you feel a way you hadn't ever felt, not even at the peak of your ex-boyfriend's supposed love.
You yelped and wrapped your arms around Buggy's neck as he picked you up bridal style to take you to his ship.
Some wolf whistles were heard as he walked through the ship carrying you, forcing you to hide your face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment, but they were quickly shut up by the stern, disapproving look on the Captain's face.
You lifted your head and opened your eyes when he placed you down on the creaky wooden floor. You looked around to find a somewhat messy and dark room. There was a single, not-so-spacious bed that was unmade against the wall in front of you and under the porthole of the room, an old, tall dresser and a big desk with papers (that you assumed were maps) and random jewelry scattered across it were to your left and to your right was an worn out couch with questionable stains. A pair of boots as well as various items of clothing were by the corner of the room.
Buggy hissed and placed his hands on his hips as he looked around the mess in his bedroom.
"Yeah... I didn't acutally expect any company..." The Captain said, obvious embarrassment in his voice.
You giggled and picked up some of the clothes forgotten in the corner of the room.
"That's okay, I'm a little messy sometimes!" You tried your best to make him feel more comfortable about the state of his room as you folded his clothes.
"No, no, no! What are you doing? Don't trouble yourself!" Buggy panicked, holding your hands to stop you from doing any housework.
"Just trying to help you out a little! You know, as a thank you..." Your voice got a little shaky as the memory of the wave of emotions that had overcome you just minutes ago hit once more.
"A thank you for what? My own crew gives me a harder time than that little... sample of a man. He's a weak man, it was no trouble." The Captain assured, basically pleading you to lay down and rest.
You couldn't help but smile, a victorious smile, more than anything. Your now ex-boyfriend was prideful in his strenght and (supposed) fighting skill, no one really fought him, and when they did he'd unfortunately come out on top most times, but to hear Buggy speak of him in such a way and describe him as if he were but an annoying fly waiting to be swatted... it felt like victory. Imagining him pathetically limping back home and wallowing in his own self pity was nothing short of a dream come true.
"A thank you for rescuing me, Captain."
Buggy thought he was feeling sick, from the way his heart beat and his face heat up. He couldn't speak or think straight, for a second he thought it was a stroke or something of the sort.
The man stood in the same place, watching you fold his clothes neatly and fluff the pillows of the couch before moving to (try to) help you. He did his best to organize all the maps in the desk as he pushed the jewelry into a drawer with a detached foot.
By the time he had properly rolled up the maps and put them in their proper place, you had already finished the remaining parts of the room.
"You did well! That looks good!" You said, walking up behind him.
Buggy felt a strange wave of pride hit him. Like no other accomplishment he had previously achieved mattered, because this was the only one the Captain had complimented you on. The man did his best to wipe the stupid smile off of his face but there was no hiding how obsessed he was with you and everything you did.
Your tired yawn snapped him out of his trance, and his big green eyes looked at you in worry.
"Are you tired? You must be tired... Just..." Buggy walked to over to the dresser and took a big, warm blanket from it, handing it to you "Take the bed, you should get some sleep."
You held the thick blanket in your arms as you saw the man try his best to fluff the pillows and make the bed comfortable for you. You didn't know how to react to this much care and attention, you felt undeserving of it.
"Y/N? Shit, are you okay? Did I go overboard? Did I do too much!?" You didn't realize how fast you were breathing until Buggy brought it to your attention, and before long there were two panicked people in the room not knowing what to do for two completely different reasons.
The clown had never liked someone as much as he liked you, and you had never had anyone like you as much as he did. It was comical, really, although at the time it didn't feel like it, it was just the purest image of two fools falling in love.
"I-I don't want you to be uncomfortable because of me, that is all- I can take the floor." You said, trying to stabilize your voice as much as possible.
"Oh princess, I've been thrown around by people my whole life, I've gotten pieces of me stuck in boxes and I've been used as a punching bag, sleeping in the couch instead of the bed is no trouble at all... I didn't bring you to my ship just to have you sleep on the floor, that is an absolute no." The Captain said with a small smile, carefully cupping your cheek.
He could tell from your face that you weren't satisfied with the solution, even if the man guaranteed you he'd be comfortable.
"What if... we share the bed? If you don't mind..." You suggested, unable to look him in the eye.
Buggy's body tensed and heat up at the thought of the both of you pressed up against each other in the small bed, and he tried his very best to not seem like a creepy pervert, but the thoughts in his head seemed to have other plans.
"Uh sure... Yeah, that works." He blurted out, like an awkward teenager trying to seem cool and uninterested after a long silence.
You loosened your corset and set it neatly next to your shoes, as you removed the hairband that tried its best to keep your hair in place during your shifts at the bar.
Buggy turned his back to you, feeling like he was somehow invading your privacy even though you hadn't asked him to look away.
The man removed his jacket, boots and belt as well, trying to get more comfortable. Usually both you and him would sleep in less clothing, but for the sake of decency and modesty (which Buggy had apparently adhered to exclusively for you) you decided against it.
When you turned around, Buggy was removing his bandana, and your eyes widened as his blue hair extended down to his lower back.
"Woah..."
Buggy turned around to face you, confused, as you softly grabbed a strand of his hair.
Once he saw your eyes shining as you looked at his long blue locks he smiled - a mix of confidence about his hair, and shyness about the way you looked at him.
"You like it? I kinda forget people don't really know how long my hair is."
"It's beautiful..." Your voice was soft as you ran your hand along his (surprisingly) soft and shiny hair, almost as if you were afraid to scare him away.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you. Not even close. Nothing has even been or will ever be as beautiful as you are." The words were caught in Buggy's throat, more than anything, he was afraid that his feelings and constant thoughts of your alluringness would scare your off, so those words were replaced by the suggestion of going to sleep.
Buggy let you lay first, closer to the wall so you wouldn't fall off the bed if you happened to move as you slept. The Captain then laid next to you, very happy about the lack of space the bed offered.
You both had to lay on your side, your back pressed against his chest. You'd be lying if you said you'd disliked the proximity - his body was warm and you felt protected as his toned chest heaved up and down against you and his muscly arm draped mindlessly over your waist.
You didn't want to move, but your leg became numb after some time. You shifted in your place slightly to make it more comfortable, only to feel a strong hand grip your hips in place almost instantly.
"Careful." Buggy's low and raspy voice whispered, almost as if warning you about some danger.
And there was a danger indeed. Having your body so close to his was torture enough, but if you so much as shifted in place you'd be rubbing yourself against him - and the clown wasn't sure how far this newfound restraint could go.
"Sorry..." You apologised, thinking your movements had woken him up.
"Don't be..." He mumbled and buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your perfume.
Weeks went by from that day, and the two of you got to know each other intimately, but Buggy was hard to read. There were times where it seemed you were the light of his day and the reason for him to breathe, but there were others where your image seemed to be the Captain's worst nightmare.
It all came to a climax on a day where Buggy was having a particular hard time coming face to face with his feelings.
"Buggy!? What is wrong with you!?"
"Stop fucking following me around!"
You didn't understand the sudden shift in behaviour, but quite honestly neither did he.
The Captain was obviously not used to having feelings, nevermind dealing with them. He didn't know what to do or how to behave, all he knew was that he wanted you in an obsessive, animalistic way. Everything Buggy did, every step he took... You were on his mind. You were a constant. He couldn't stop thinking of your smile, of your voice, of your smell, of your body...
It was driving him insane, and most of all, it was driving him insane the fact that he didn't know what to do, so he just did what he knew how to do best: get angry and lash out.
Buggy was a master of self-sabotage, and as he yelled at you he knew very well that he was making a mistake, almost as if the real Captain was inside, screaming, banging and begging his body to stop betraying him, but he couldn't.
"Don't raise your voice at me!" You yelled with tears in your eyes.
"Or what!?" Buggy challenged, his voice raspy from yelling, as he finally turned around to face you.
His face showed anger and disgust, but his eyes conveyed a completely different message, one of sorrow and regret.
You looked at the desk next to the man, where his gun was. You grabbed it and, pulling the safety trigger, placed the barrel between his eyes.
"If I ever so much as annoy you, feel free to shoot me dead." You said, repeating Buggy's speech the night he had brought you to the ship "You're annoying me. You're making me angry, actually, which is arguably worse."
"Then shoot me."
If there was something you'd learned in your previous relationship, was to read emotions beyond words. You could see it in Buggy's eyes, it was obvious... He didn't mean what he was saying, he didn't mean to act this way. It didn't hurt any less to know he didn't mean it, but you at least wanted to know...
"Why?"
"Shoot me." Buggy repeated, his voice shaking every so slightly as your question had caused him to face everything he had been avoiding.
"Why." You asked once more, adamantly this time.
Buggy threw his hands up in frustration and groaned, taking a violent step closer to you.
"Because you're all I think about! Day and night, I can't stop thinking about you. There isn't a single thing that occupies my mind other than you. You are all that I've ever needed and all that I've ever wanted and you change me I-I'm different around you and I'm vulnerable and I'm scared!" The Captain was screaming like a madman getting tortured, fighting the side that wanted to shut you out and walk away and the side that wanted him to fall to his knees, beg for mercy and confess his love for you. He knew what he felt, even though he desperately tried to ignore it, but saying it out loud made it... real.
The gun made a loud sound that echoed in the room when you let it fall by your feet, so you could cup both his cheeks.
"Buggy... Why would you be scared? Have I done something to you that made you feel like you can't trust me?"
The man slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He dipped his head, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him tightly - you knew, after the short time you had spent together, that that was how he seeked some sort of comfort, Buggy turned into a little kid sometimes, that needed support and reassurance, and that was his way of asking for it.
"I don't want to leave you, Buggy, you've been good to me. But you can't treat me like this..."
"I'm... I'm sorry." His voice was shaky, a couple sobs here and there, and muffled from his head being buried in your shoulder "I trusted one person, once and he... betrayed me. And I didn't like him as much as I like you, not even close. I'm scared... Please don't leave me, I'm sorry for what I said, I'm sorry for yelling at you, I'm-"
You shut him up by lifting his head and giving him a kiss. It was simple and no longer than five seconds, but you'd both swear the world was spinning and fireworks were going off.
Buggy's big, green, teary eyes were staring at you when you pulled away. Once he processed what happened, the Captain grabbed your face and brought it close for another kiss. And then another, and another, and another - until he was out of breath from kissing and you were out of breath from giggling.
"I'm forgiven?" The man asked, still holding your face.
"You are forgiven, Buggy. I'd never, ever hurt you. And if I do, you can shoot me dead." You said, mimicking his speech.
He laughed and kissed you once more, a slower, deeper kiss.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Buggy asked, running his hand through your hair.
"We can be crazy together..." You replied, your eyes looking between his eyes and lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"That sounds like a plan I can get behind..." His voice trailed into a whisper as his head leaned to the side, the space between their lips slowly closing.
What started out as another innocent kiss gradually developed into a heated mess of tongues and saliva. Surprisingly, Buggy was very vocal, and there was no telling if it was the thigh between your legs or his needy whimpers that turned you on more, but you were sure feeling a different type of heat spread through your body.
You two pulled away from the kiss. His makeup was messy, some of it smeared on your face, his lips were red and plump from the biting and his hungry eyes searched your face.
"Please... can I fuck you?" His needy, whimpery and hushed voice nearly made your knees falter.
It was pathetic how he could ask you anything in that tone and you'd fall to your knees and you'd comply.
"Do it. Please do it Buggy, fuck me."
His hands trailed down to grip your ass with force, bringing your crotch to press against his. You felt his very hard cock press against you as he laughed in a raspy voice.
"Careful."
Those words were familiar... When you two slept together the first night... He wasn't angry you'd woken him up! He was warning you because he was horny.
You playfully traced his jawline with your nail.
"Do you worst." You whispered in his ear, teasing him.
Buggy pushed you to lay down on the bed. One of his knees pushed your legs open as his hand found your clothed pussy under your skirt. The Captain's lips paid attention to your neck as you slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head to claw at his back.
You were used to being the one doing all the work, so the amount of attention he gave you felt overwhelming - a very good type of overwhelming.
"Buggy- that feels good... So good..." You moaned.
Buggy chuckled as he kissed the red spots of skin on your neck he had kissed and sucked. His lips approached your ear and he softly bit your earlobe.
"I'm going to show you how a real man fucks."
The Captain's index finger hooked on the front of your panties and slowly brought them down. Two of his fingers ran along your exposed folds and his eyes widened. He brought them up to his face and separated them, showing you how they glistened with your juices.
"Already?" He paused and chuckled "I'm going to have fun."
Buggy placed his hands on your hips and flipped you two around, sitting you on his waist.
"Take it all off." The man said, gesturing to your clothes "And then sit on my face."
You had began to unbutton your blouse, but you stopped and blushed.
"I- I don't want to hurt you, maybe we could-"
You yelped as one of his hands came into contact with your ass harshly.
"I don't care if you suffocate me. Sit. On. My. Face."
You bit your lip and nodded, obeying his orders.
Buggy groaned and cursed under his breath as your pieces of clothing slowly came off one by one, and as your pussy hovered over his face, he swore he could've cum from the sight alone.
When you didn't fully lay your body weight on him, Buggy wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled your cunt down onto his face.
"Shit!" You shrieked and gripped his hair in your hands as your hips started moving along to the movements of his tongue.
"So this is what it's supposed to feel like-" You tought, too intoxicated in pleasure to blurt out anything that wasn't a moan.
Buggy's groans sent a different (yet very good) feeling through your body, and it only left you craving for more. You wanted him to keep going, but you wanted more, you needed more - as much as he could give you.
"More- please- I need more Buggy- I need you to fuck me." You begged between whimpers and sighs.
Buggy took his sweet time finishing his business, too pussy drunk to give it up immediately as you asked. Once he managed to peel himself away from between your legs, one of his strong arms wrapped around you and flipped you both.
His lips were quick to attatch to yours, and you could taste yourself in the Captain's tongue.
One of your hands cupped his face as the other worked on the zipper of his pants. Once you were able to slide your hand inside, you weren't surprised to find he was a fan of going commando.
Buggy pulled away and whined when you gripped his hard cock and swiped your thumb along the slit. His eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure and he was breathing hard.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?" You asked, your voice dripping in fake innocence which caused him to chuckle.
Buggy kissed you softly.
"I'd love to princess, but I won't last. And I really want to fuck you."
"Then fuck me, Captain."
In one swift and quick move, Buggy placed the tip of his cock in your entrance and pushed inside of you, filling you up to the brim with his shaft.
His movements were smooth and proficient - it was almost as if his cock was made for you.
Your fingernails dug into Buggy's biceps, making him whine a little louder as his hips snapped against yours and his lips left small bites and open-mouth kisses wherever they could reach.
The Captain tried to be gentle with his touch, but he was so desperate for your body... it was nearly impossible. His fingers squeezed your sides, your ass and your thighs - he was in love with every curve of your body.
"You feel good... So good..." You admitted, breathlessly.
"Do I? Say my name."
"Buggy-" You moaned.
"Louder! I want them all to hear you."
"Buggy!" You yell-whimpered, as his cock hit a particular spot inside of you.
"That's right princess..." The clown bent over to bite your neck "This is what real cock feels like, from someone who knows how to fuck."
His whimpers and moans were sent straight to your pussy, who seemed to pulsate harder whenever his mouth hung open and the sinful sounds left past his lips.
Buggy seemed to read your mind: as you felt a nice feeling bubble up inside of you, one of his fingers sneaked between your bodies and rubbed your clit - a firm yet soft touch.
"I'm gonna need you to cum for me pretty, 'cause I can't last much longer with you squeezing me like that." Buggy confessed, looking down at his cock disappearing inside of you.
"Almost... I'm almost..." You breathlessly told him.
Buggy mantained his movements, working his hips and fingers until your back arched and your toes curled. The Captain had seen many places, many views and many people, but nothing came close to the beauty of your face when you climaxed, yelling his name.
The clown's mouth hung open, his brows furrowed and he moaned as he pulled out and came on your stomach, the hot cum splattering in different places.
"Guess I gotta clean up..." You said with a giggle.
Buggy looked up at you, with the mischiveous grin you'd learned to love and bent down. His tongue swiped across your abdomen, collecting every last drop of cum. He then pressed his lips against yours, dumping his cum into your mouth.
"There," The Captain said, stroking your red cheek "all cleaned up."
You could only giggle and press another kiss to his lips, as you shifted your positions so you could drape your leg over him and lay your head on his chest.
The two of you closed your eyes, his hand playing with your hair as you listened to his heartbeat.
"If you ever raise your voice at me again I will actually shoot you."
Summary: Buggy pulls you from your girl's night only for you to find your captain's emotions running wild.
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (drunk sex, misuse of Devil Fruit powers, oral f.receiving, slight restriction, p in v, biting), use of Y/N
Word Count: 6.0K
A/N: Heyyyyy guys!! Back with some of the main story!! Sorry it took....a while 😬. I hope you all enjoy!!! 🩷🩷🩷
Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes
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Girls night.
You hadn’t had a proper girl’s night since you were very little with your mom. Those nights where it was just the two of you played a card game together whenever she had a day off from work, which had been far and few in between.
You had no siblings to account for and, though Nami had been a good friend, she had been too worried about Arlong and her family to truly be able to relax and have fun. Understandably so.
So when Esmeralda and the other girls aboard the Big Top told you of their tradition, which took place whenever they made dock and the boys went to some crummy bar to drink, you were ecstatic.
You helped them gather supplies of cheeses, meats, grapes, and copious amounts of alcohol and you all huddled together in your shared quarters, gramophone playing the latest songs Esmeralda had collected that day.
So far, Emi had shown off her sword-swallowing skills, Seqii and her Aerial Ensemble had done shots standing upside down in a pyramid, you had sung three silly drinking shanties, and Esmeralda had cried about her horse-turned-cat food.
You now sat in a circle on the ground, shoving the remaining meats and cheeses into your faces, talking about anything and everything that happened within the varying relationships amongst the crew.
“Cabaji made me scrub the deck two times. Two!” Seqii complained, her drink sloshing around dangerously in her cup as she turned towards Emi, who was equally as off-balanced as her friend. “Can’t you swallow his sword, Emi? Make him loosen up a bit.”
“I swallow his sword every godsdamn night and --hic-- he still makes me re-tie lines even though they were perfect--hic--before.” Emi hiccupped, downing the rest of her drink. “Just how the guy is. Commanding. Just how --hic-- I like ‘em.” Seqii gave a dramatic roll of her eyes, loudly disagreeing with that statement.
“What about nice? Gentle?” Esmeralda slurred horrendously from where she sat next to you, one arm looped through yours while her other hugged the skittish contortionist, whose head lay in her lap. Emi and Seqii both booed her, making the ex-equestrian huff.
“The difference between you and --hic-- the rest of us is you like like Mohji.” Emi hiccuped, spurring Esmeralda to pull from your hold, flabbergasted.
“He’s nice to me and he loves me. Sorrrryyyy.” She all but shouted, making Emi and Seqii laugh like a pack of hyenas. Esmeralda snatched the bottle of wine Seqii had just picked up in something like payment and the aerial performer let her with a wide grin. “I’m not the only one who like likes who we are with. Y/N like, likes the Captain.”
Your own laughter was cut short as your heart nearly stopped in your chest. All eyes around the room snapped to you to see if what Esmeralda said was true.
That warm, fluttery feeling rushed around in your chest at the mention of your captain. A feeling you had been struggling to get back under wraps, but nothing you did ever could lessen the happy feeling.
The thought of his smile had that feeling soaring. The thought of his sea-glass eyes and his bad jokes and the gifts he would shower upon you--
You gave an elongated, scoffing pfftt with a dismissive arching motion of your hand…and then another and another.
“Shit. She more than like likes him.” Seqii said, her grin turning shit-eating.
“I like no man. Men are gross. Ew.” You hissed, wobbling a bit as Esmeralda all but crashed into you on her way to flop on her back.
“Ughhhh--you’re in denial.” Seqii continued, grabbing the wine bottle back from Esmeralda before she could spill it all over the floor.
“It’s no --hic--fun.” Emi popcorned in, snagging the bottle from her friend and taking a long swing.
“You know what is fun?” Seqii asked, fixing you with a mischievous smirk. “Telling us about how good in bed he is.” You felt your face flush at the statement, a few girls giggling and gasping around the room. Others egged you on, all but begging you to tell them.
“That’s priv--” You started, only to be cut off by Esmeralda popping back up with a near-matching mischievous grin.
“How big is he?” Your mouth fell open at her bluntness, but the woman only laughed away like it was no big deal. “Tell me when to stop, okay!” She said excitedly, placing her hands together before gradually pulling them apart. “Tell me when to stop--tell--there's no way--Y/N! Tell me when to stop!”
“I’m not--” Again, you were cut off by a loud burp from Seqii who had regained the wine bottle back from Emi.
“Who cares --hic-- how big he is. I need to know if his dick can --hic-- chop off like the rest of his body.” Emi hiccuped, her question earning a collective eagerness to know from the gathered group.
“Pleaseeee!” Esmeralda begged, latching onto your arm and shaking you. “I’ve told everyone about me and Mohji--”
“You and Mohji’s sex life is vanilla.” Emi started, making Esmeralda gasp.
“It is not vanil--”
“I want the juicy --hic-- details. Tell us, come on!” Emi finished, everyone quieting down again to watch you, waiting for any snippet you might give up.
You thought about it for a second. Thoughts that were fogged and blurred from all the drinks you’d had. Loose thoughts that had you thinking of all the dirty things Buggy did to you and you did to him.
Had his dick ever detached during your escapades?
“I don’t know.” You slurred on a shrug, earning a collective groan from the group. “I’ll ask geezzzz. But Buggy does this thing where he detaches his--” A loud thump sounded at the door, cutting off your story and earning yet another groan from a few of the girls.
Another thump sounded and you thought it reminded you of a body getting slammed into a wall. A body that kept fumbling back a bit before attempting to knock once more.
“Shit--the fucking boys are back,” Seqii grumbled as another thump sounded through the room. She grumbled some more as she stood, wobbly navigating her way through the collection of bodies sprawled over the floor. The door was flung open, letting in a chilled breeze that rose goosebumps to your skin.
Standing there, looking just as drunk and disheveled as the rest of the group, was Buggy in all his Buggy glory. His make-up smeared over his skin, his smile wide and bright, and his hat sitting a-skewed on his head, hanging on by some miracle.
“Captian Buggy!” The girls all cheered at his appearance. Buggy grinned widely as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
“Girls! My loyal crew!” He cheered right back, pulling his hands from his pockets and into the air, wiggling his fingers in his excitement as confetti in a rainbow of color rained down onto the floor. You giggled with Esmeralda as more cheering filled the room.
“How’s your night going? Hope I’m not interpreting.” He said, a few of his words coming out elongated and awkward, but no one truly seemed to notice or care because you were all giggling, wobbling, drunk messes.
“You could never --hic-- interpret captain! Come in!” Emi said, her tone shifting the slightest bit to be more kind towards her captain. “Y/N was just telling us--” You shot her a warning glare that only seemed to amuse her. “How much she likes it here!”
“Oh was she? Heh. Good.” He said, stumbling into the room, Seqii shutting the door behind him. Those green-blue eyes found you and filled with that softness you had spotted here and there in them. A look that spoke to the same feeling thrashing about in your chest, wishing to meet it.
“Baby--ugh I mean Songbird--Y/N,” He finally got out. You’re name felt strange spilling from his lips, but you loved it just as you did hearing the nicknames he conquered up for you.
A few girls around the room gave giddy little laughs at the nicknames, which you shot them their own warning glares for.
“I always love to hear feedback from the crew. ‘Specially from you newbies. Helps me know what’s workin’ and what’s-” he gave a little burp in the back of his throat as he came to a wobbly stop next to you. “-what’s not.” He stammered on, waving his hands around as if to emphasize what he was saying, confetti that had stuck to his gloved hands falling into your crossed lap.
You huffed with a roll of your eyes as you pulled yourself up, bumping into his leg as your wonky vision threw you off balance. Strong, gloved hands grabbed you under your arms and helped hoist you up, making your face burn.
“Only lil ol’ me. Sorry, Es.” Buggy said, a hand falling away from your body only for the last to stay glued to your back. You leaned into his touch, loving the feel of his warmth, a warmth strong enough to seep through the white fabric of his glove and your shirt.
“Captian, before you drag our glorious singing songbird off, could we hear one more song?” Emi asked, raising the last wine bottle. “We still have this whole bottle left,”
“Sure. No skin off my nose.” Buggy said, turning to look your way with a shrug.
The room went deadly quiet at his words.
Breaths were held and prayers were muttered.
They were words that, under any circumstance would have gotten someone mamined--killed.
But as he looked at you, all that flashed in his eyes was that softness which had never once left them since his arrival. He looked--at ease, almost.
It was probably just all the alcohol he had drank that night.
Probably all the alcohol you had been drinking, making you see things.
“Heh. Nose.” He said, bopping your nose. You watched his grin grow wider--a grin that sparked your own to cross your lips. “Sing the one ‘bout that bottle of rum that’s hard to open.”
“Aye, aye Captain.” You said, giving him a little salute, which he wobbly gave back.
You instructed everyone who wished to participate to form a circle, snatching the bottle of wine from Seqii before you hopped into the middle, starting the fun and upbeat shanty about a crew of pirates who find a mysterious bottle of rum floating in the sea. A bottle whose cork was too tough for the captain to open, so it was passed around and around the crew, trying desperately to find someone who could open it.
Once the first verse was sung, setting the disastrous scene for your own crew, you passed the wine bottle to Buggy as you began singing the chorus. A chorus that spurred your captain to pass it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and around and around the circle of the bottle went. You followed it, skipping and hopping and dancing away as your crew joined you in singing the chorus.
You froze as the chorus ended, the bottle landing in Buggy’s hands on a last pass from Seqii. He winked your way, making your mouth run dry as he raised the bottle to his painted lips.
You almost forgot all about the silly little song you were singing as you watched him, but found the will in your foggy brain to sing the second verse. Buggy chugged and chugged, his throat working with each swallow of the liquid. It had your alcohol-flushed body burning up that much more.
The girls gave another round of cheers as Buggy detached his head and hands so that the rest of his body could do a twirling dance to the music you provided.
When the verse came to an end, his head and hands popped back into place and he quickly passed it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and so on and so on as you sang the chorus once more.
Several verses later, the bottle ran dry with a hiccupping hoot of triumph from Emi, who held the bottle high as you finished the song.
You gave a flashy bow as the girls and your captain cheered for you, blowing kisses here and there around the circle. Buggy detached a hand to pretend to catch one high up, holding it carefully in his palm as he put it in his coat pocket.
“Thank you, thank you! I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning!” A groan spilled from a few of the girl's lips at the thought of what tomorrow held in store for them. Mainly; all the chores to be done that Cabaji, no matter how hungover, was sure to have to get done.
You looped your arm through Buggy’s and let him lead you out of the room, which you took one more look over your shoulder to look at your friends in their varying states of drunkenness.
“Ask him!” Emi mouthed your way as Seqii did the simple magic trick where one pretended like they were pulling their thumb from its joint…but she had positioned her hands at her crotch with a grin so wide it almost spilled off her cheeks.
You shook your head at their silliness and persistence to know of your private endeavors…but it had piqued your interest if not in the slightest.
The hall was chilled compared to the body-filled room you had both just been in, which erupted in more laughter as you shut the door behind you. A chill that Buggy’s body, instantly wrapped around yours, shielded you from.
He placed a big old, smacking, wet kiss on your cheek, making your heart flutter like some caged butterfly.
“That was so fucking sexy, songbird.” He said, words still coming out warped from all the alcohol he had drank against your temple.
“Oh yeah? You liked my little jig?” You murmured back, turning your face to steal a glance at those eyes you couldn’t look in long enough.
“Hell yeah. Got me all hot and bothered.” His lips kissed your temple, then your cheek, before latching them onto your neck. You hooked your fingers over the back of his neck and pulled him in closer, savoring the tingling sensations that shot over your skin at his sloppy affections
“Should I do another one?” In hardly the blink of an eye, Buggy grabbed hold of your hand and in a quick, sharp movement that had you wobbly all over again, spun you around and away from him.
“Please do another one.” He begged, eyes eating up your body as you fought to regain your steady footing.
“Aye, aye captain.” You laughed before starting to sing an upbeat shanty as you spun and moved your body to the phantom beat down the hall and around the corner towards the stairs. Buggy followed after you, joining you in song and grabbing hold of your hands here and there to give you a little spin.
When the song came to a close, Buggy gave a loud hoot that echoed back at him and mixed with your laughter. He was quick to scoop you up into his arms, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that had your alcohol-fuzzed brain going near blank.
“Sing again for me, songbird.” He asked against your lips. You kissed him again before pulling away, Buggy giving a little whine to let you know you had pulled away all too quickly.
“Did you eat dinner?” Buggy rolled his eyes, his arms snaking around your waist once more.
“Baby--”
“Baby.” You insisted, wrapping an arm around his neck. “I’ll sing for you while you eat? How does that sound?” Light lit up Buggy’s eyes as he nodded several times at this, making his face, in your drunken state, go all fuzzy.
“I should really promote you to be my negotiator. You’re--” He gave another burp in the back of his throat that you crinkled your nose at in disgust. “Soooo good at it.”
“Only for you, Captain.” Buggy’s grin widened and he leaned down to claim your lips in another sloppy kiss, but you were quick to place a finger over his puckered lips. “Food first.” Buggy groaned dramatically, grabbing hold of your wrist to pull your finger from his lips.
“Fine.” He gruffed, all but dragging you to the kitchen so that he could eat and get on with kissing you.
The kitchen had been left in a state of disarray thanks to you and the girls ransacking its stores as soon as the kitchen staff left for the night. Kitchen staff you knew would set Cabaji on you all to clean it all up in the morning.
Buggy gave a groaning oof as he flopped himself onto one of the stools sitting before the island, plunking his forehead against the wood. You chuckled at him and opened the fridge.
“Why’d you come back so early, baby?” You asked, rummaging around for the leftovers you had saved from the diner you and the girls had gone to dinner at.
“I’m too old to keep up with the others anymore. Got tired.” He grumbled making you roll your eyes.
“Oh is that right? Then we should head to bed after this? Get my old man his full eight hours of beauty sleep?” You teased, grabbing your leftovers up.
Even in your alcohol-fuzzed state, Buggy having yet to snap something back at you was strange.
Turning around, fridge door shutting softly behind you, you found Buggy’s face buried in his hands, shoulders quivering.
Crying.
Buggy was crying.
It had panic and concern shoot through your chest rapidly, your leftovers abandoned as you rushed to his side.
“Buggy? What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, smoothing your hands over his back and arm to try and get him to look at you. To comfort and console him. “D-did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry, baby, you know I don’t think you’re old--”
“I missed you.” He moaned out. His words--they more than shocked you.
He had missed you. He had missed you so much he had left the bar early and was now crying about it.
It was…sweet. And doing nothing for that warm, fluttering feeling invading your every sense.
“You--you missed me?” You asked, gently grabbing hold of his hands to pull them away from his face. His make-up was done for, smudged so bad it had all but blended into his skin. His watery blue-green eyes looked up at you, only overflowing with more tears as he nodded.
“Baby I missed so much.” He whined, grabbing for your shirt weakly as if it was his anchor in the raging storm that was his emotions. “They can’t sing like you--they don’t know half the lyrics.” Tears continued to spill down his cheeks as he pulled you closer. “And--and I just--missed you.”
You smiled kindly at him, cupping his face with your hands and wiping away each tear that escaped his eyes.
“I’m here now. And I still owe you a song.” More tears fell from his eyes despite your attempt at comfort, his face falling against your chest as a sob shook his shoulders.
You were trying not to laugh--not to let that giddy feeling escape your chest through a silly giggle at your captain's confession. At the discovery that Buggy was a drunk crier.
You pulled his hat off his head, placing it on the island counter before going about taking his bandana off so that you could brush your fingers over his blue hair, which he had put in a singular braid.
“Fucking gods I missed you.” He sobbed again, burying his face deeper. “You’re--you’re just so beautiful and too kind to me.”
Beautiful. He was calling you beautiful.
Your heart was beginning to race with that feeling. With that overwhelming swell of that naggingly warm emotion.
A swell that the alcohol in your system was threatening to spill.
To spill the three words you had been struggling to hold at bay. Words that were just on the tip of your tongue--words that began to form and fal--
“And--And your tits are so soft and round and I missed them so much.” And that feeling was swapped with utter annoyance.
“Really?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders to try and shove him away, but his grip on you was iron-like.
“What? It’s true!” He moaned out mournfully as he nuzzled his face between them. You huffed, feeling just the tiniest bit hurt in that moment when you had thought you were getting a sweet, tender confession from your captain.
“You just missed my tits? Is that all you missed?” You snapped, Buggy’s face pulled from your breast so he could show you all that sadness welling in his soul.
“No.” He whined, resting his cheek again on your breasts. “I missed your ass too.”
“Jackass.” You grumped, yanking yourself away from the clown who gave another pitiful moan.
“Baby--” Buggy started, grabbing at your arms and hips to try and keep you close. You fought not to give in and fall back into his arms, especially when a wave of fresh tears were rolling down his red and blue smudged cheeks.
“I don’t think you deserve a song now, since you only missed my body” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your head away from him.
Buggy moaned yet again, his head flopping onto the kitchen island once more and falling off. His shoulder drooped and his arms fell off, chop-chopped into pieces on the floor. It was a pile of chop-chopped limbs that continued to grow the longer you stayed away.
“Noooooo. I missed your voice.” He cried, his gloved hands inching their way up onto the island surface. “I missed you being mean to me and I mi-missed you takin’ care of me even when I don’t deserve it.” Those chopped hands continued to cross the wooden surface towards you like some strange spider. Fingers that brushed against your arm in a weak attempt to pull you back.
“I don’t deserve you--you’re too good for me. I’m a shitty shitty fool and you’re a perfect dove who's too bright for me.”
And now you felt like the asshole. Because none of that was true. Because Buggy was perfect for you in every way. He was more than you deserved. He was better to you than any person you had had a semblance of a relationship with had ever been before.
You didn’t deserve him.
“Buggy. No. That’s not true.” You started, going right back over to the chopped-up pile he had become. Buggy was quick to pull himself back together and was pulling you eagerly into his orbit once more.
“It is.” He cried, knuckles no doubt going white under his gloves at the tight he was holding onto your shirt. “I’m the East Blue’s biggest loser. The biggest in all the Blue Seas. You deserve someone who is better. Someone like that fucking shit-for-brains swordsman or shitty blond pretty boy.” You shook your head, gently pulling his fingers from your shirt to hold his hands tight.
“I don’t want them. I’ve never wanted them. I’ve only ever wanted you.” Buggy shook his head and you took his chin in a gentle scoop, keeping those sad eyes on you. “And I don’t think you're a fool. Not one bit.” Doubt and self-hatred continued to bubble in Buggy's watery eyes. Emotions you never ever wanted to see shining in them. Emotions you had put there.
It had your heart beating painfully in your chest. Had your hands sweating and blood running cold.
You were making him cry. You are a burden to him.
“I--I don’t deserve you.” Buggy scoffed at this, disbelief thankfully lessening those hurting feelings in his eyes. “I don’t. Before I met you--I was nothing. No one. Just an empty vessel floating around on some godsforsaken ship. A husk trapped in a cave. And now--now you make me feel--full. Like a real person. You make me feel so--so happy.”
“But you would be happier with--”
“I wouldn’t. I know I wouldn’t because I wasn’t.” Buggy’s bottom lip quivered in warning of another body-shaking sob. You couldn’t--wouldn’t see him upset. Upset over something you had foolishly started.
“I lo--” Your words lodged themselves in your throat. Words that had been threatening to spill from your mouth from the moment you had caught him singing your song to the night air all those weeks ago. Words your heart and soul begged to speak but your mind caged--bulling them away in fear. Fear of him rejecting such words. Words that were more than just words.
Words that sobered you right up, letting every last bit of panic flood your chest now that the dulling fog had vanished.
Buggy’s own breath hitched in his throat. That warm look you had spied in his eyes more and more often flashing through their watery depths. A warm look that was overpowered by those hurting feelings you had been trying to save him from.
“You are special to me.” You managed to croak out. Your heart was beating faster. So fast you were sure it was bruising itself against your ribs, making it hard to breathe. “And--and I want to be here. With you. And I don’t want you to feel that way. Not with me. Because--because you’re too special to me.” More tears fell from Buggy’s eyes and your panic gripped at your heart tighter.
Had you only made it worse? Had you said too--
A hand grabbed hold of your jaw, pulling you against Buggy’s smudged lips. Lips that kissed you soft and sweet.
He kissed you slowly. A slowness that spoke louder than any words he could have possibly said in that moment. A kiss that had your eyes sparking with tears right alongside his own.
You grabbed him closer, pressing your body against his as much as the stool would allow. But it was nowhere near close enough. It would never be close enough.
Your hands moved over his braided hair, down his stubble-lined jaw, and neck. Hands you moved under his coat to try and shrug it off his shoulder so you could feel his warm skin against yours. He chop-chopped his arms from his shoulders to let the coat slip off more easily. Arms that were instantly around you once reattached, hands finding their way under your shirt.
The kiss grew more hungry--needy, but that passion never once fled. A passion that burned through your heart, which struggled to keep the balance between your fluttering feelings towards this clown, and your darkened ones.
You felt the muscles in his arms work against your hands as he grabbed you up in them, laying you out on top of the kitchen island.
Random bottles and bits of trash you and the girls had littered it with clattered to the ground, but it hardly mattered. Not when Buggy was trailing a wet line of kisses over your jaw and neck and the swell of your breasts. Not when he pulled your shirt up to continue to leave opened-mouthed kisses along your stomach.
You breathed his name as he began to tug your brightly patterned pajama pants over and off your legs.
Those sloppy kisses attacked your calves and thighs--lips that turned biting every so often and had your body sparking, mind fogging in utter lustful need.
“F-fuck, Songbird,” Buggy spoke around a mouthful of flesh. “Always so ready for me.” You gave a shuddery gasp as a detached hand came to rest over your pelvic bone, thumb running over the thin fabric that still covered your dripping core.
“Always, captain.” You moaned out, reaching to feel over his cheek and jaw. Those damned fingers passing over your clit, sending a jolting shock through your near-burning body. “P-please--baby, I need you, please.” You begged.
“Let me taste first, baby. Please let me taste you.” He begged right back, his kisses growing ever closer to your weeping pussy. You whimpered but nodded at his request. A whimper that turned sharp and whiny when those wet kisses were placed over your covered core. Buggy moaned against you, tongue creating a dampened patch on your underwear right above your entrance.
“B-Buggy--please.” You moaned out, hips starting to ground against his mouth, fingers, and nose to create more and more beautiful mind-numbing frustration. Buggy cursed, that detached hand pulling away from your covered clit to start pulling your underwear down.
They didn’t get very far over your thighs when Buggy’s tongue ran through your folds. You cried out his name, underwear restricting your legs from opening further for him and all but clamping down around his head.
You couldn’t find the strength within yourself to stop rotating your hips against his mouth--to try to stop chasing your high long enough to loosen your grip on his head or make sure your underwear wasn’t choking him out.
But those chop-chop abilities handled all your worries.
His head detached from his neck, freeing your legs from their awkwardly folded position and allowing his hand to finally yank your underwear from your legs, giving you the freedom to hook them over his shoulders, granting him full access to your needy pussy.
His head popped back into place just as his tongue dipped into your fluttering core, lapping up every last bit of your ever-growing arousal in sinful slurps.
Your fingers wove their way into his hair, messing up that braid, as your hips ground against his mouth near frantically as that build deep within you began to wind. That detached hand crawled over your stomach and found home once more over your pelvic bone so that it could rub circle after circle into your clit, winding that coil ever tighter.
You moaned Buggy’s name like a prayer as he continued to fuck you on his tongue. As his own moans vibrated through you and set into motion that snapping release within you.
A release that tingled through your arching spine and sent that white buzz flooding through your thighs and core, which constricted around Buggy’s tongue.
You fell back against the counter, sweat making your skin stick to it and chest heaving up in down to catch your breath. Your fingers mused through Buggy’s hair, your thighs twitching and whimpering gasps falling from your mouth as Buggy’s tongue remained buried deep within you, licking up every last bit of your finish.
“B-Buggy,” You moaned, yanking weakly at his hair. “Ne-need you in me. Please.” Buggy mummed in acknowledgment, sending pleasure-filled vibrations through your sensitive core. You bit your lip as he continued to eat you out--as his fingers continued to rub mind-numbing circles into your clit that had your hips and legs twitching as if to try and get away from the persistent assault of your sensitive body.
“Buggy.” You whimpered, yanking at his hair just the sharpest bit tighter. He pulled from your core then, but not without trailing his drooling tongue back through your folds one last time. You wiggled your hips against the burning feeling that shot through you.
“M’kay, baby.” He murmured, kissing back up your exposed stomach to find your lips once more. The feel and taste of spit and your release had your mind spinning all over again. Had you hooking your legs together around his waist, pressing his hardened cock against your reignited arousal.
You moved to fidget with his belt buckle, spurring that detached hand to help you loosen it as well as yank his pants and stripped boxers down far enough to let his cock spring free, it tapping against your sensitive clit. Buggy hissed at the feel of your slick against the reddened tip of him.
You scooted closer, your ass all but hanging off the edge of the kitchen island so that Buggy’s cock lay flush against your throbbing folds. His lips left yours, resting his forehead on your collarbone so that he could watch as he split you open on his cock, that little whimper of his you loved spilling from his lips with every inch inwards.
You cradled the back of his neck as your walls flexed and adjusted for him, that shimmering pleasure starting that coil deep within yourself up once more.
“Fuck, songbird.” He groaned lowly as he bottomed out, his lips kissing the valley between your breasts. “So good--always feel so good.” Your lips kissed the bit of his forehead you could reach with a stratified hum. “A-always so good for me. A-always take care of me.” He mumbled, pulling himself out to his red-flushed tip before quickly thrusting back into you, pulling a gasp from your lips.
That shimmer turned into a pleasant buzz with each snap of his hips against your own. A buzz that built with each pass of sticky, warm skin, burning lips, and biting teeth.
Buggy’s sea-glass eyes found your own once more and you’re breath hitched at the warm emotions swirling within them. Emotions that stayed, not chased away by doubt or fear.
“I-I--you’re special to me, songbird. You--you make me happy. Happier than I’ve been in years.” Tears pricked at your eyes. Tears you fought against but ultimately lost to. Buggy kissed them away, his thrusts slow and circling to keep you closer.
“I--I think--” He hesitated, his breath huffing against your cheeks as he continued those shallow thrusts. Thrusts that allowed his cock to hit every last nerve ending within you, starting that white buzz you knew meant the coming of your second release of the night. “I--I missed bein’ ‘round you and it had only been a couple of hours. Fuck--you’re so godsdamn special to me it hurts, songbird.”
You huffed against the rise of emotions flashing through you. Emotions that only swelled that much more when he nuzzled his nose against yours. When he purposely brought attention yet again to his nose. His nose he protected against insult with rage and violence--but he was letting you near it--feel it.
He pulled away to look into your eyes again and you found tears were pricking at his own eyes once more.
Slowly, as to give him more than enough time to pull away, you leaned in to place a small kiss to that nose of his--a nose that complemented him and one you loved. Buggy blinked, those tears rolling down his cheeks. You smiled at him through your pants, wiping his tears away.
Your lips found his once more in a slow, open-mouthed kiss that brought you two that much closer.
That white buzz zapped through your thighs and spine and toes as it shot through down your core once more, Buggy’s name moaned into his mouth.
He moaned your own name into your mouth, cock twitching and balls pulling tight before spilling ribbons of hot come deep within you.
You both fell slumped against each other, taking in each other's air as heavy panting filled the air.
“I’m…I’m sorry for cryin’,” Buggy mumbled as he pet over the bits of your exposed skin he could get at. You placed a kiss to his neck, fingers messing with his braid.
“It’s okay, baby. Crying just means you had a good night.” Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, kissing your cheek as he made to look into your eyes once more. His smile, so bright and wide, nearly took your breath away.
“You’re right. I did.” His lips claimed yours in a kiss just as sweet as the words he had uttered to you moments ago.
“Hey…Buggy?” You asked once you had fully caught your breath.
“Yeah, songbird?”
“I was just wondering…what all can you chop off?” Buggy blinked at you in thought, not truly understanding your motives.
“Well--everything, I guess. Why--” Buggy cut himself off when he spied the mischievous smirk pulling at your lips. You clenched your tired walls around his softened cock in way of question. “Fuck, songbird.” He cursed, his pupils slowly growing larger in lust.
“Can it?” Buggy leaned so close that the tip of your nose touched his. It had your heart fluttering all over again.
“Want to find out?” He asked with a smirk to match your own.
I’m trying my best to have Buggy have a Phantom/Christine or Quasimodo/Esmeralda dynamic for my fic.
There’s just something about a man tormented by his appearance and someone coming in to comfort him and give him the love and inner peace he’s been wanting. He is just begging and pleading on his knees to be loved by them but is still struggling with “Will they love me even with my hideous nose?”
All hail that Buggy angst. That’s the kind of good shit I’m trying to accomplish for this fic
SUMMARY: There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. Yet, you were lethal, the definition of torment. Your silhouette alone was enough to send Buggy spiraling.
PAIRING: OPLA!Buggy x f!reader (smuggler)
WORD COUNT: ~500
WARNINGS: hurt Buggy subconsciously seeking out reader for help, canon-typical things, mentions of blood/injury, smoking, sarcasm, two idiots in love, mutual pining that's ignored, slow burn, etc.
A/N: LMAOOO this made me SNORT. Any writer knows apart of the process is disappearing for a chunk and coming back thinking your WIPs write themselves lol. So you don't starve lol, below the cut I'll add what I'm currently working on! Be gentle, she's still forming up plot wise but based of a request for Buggy (OPLA)
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There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. Yet, you were lethal, the definition of torment. Your silhouette alone was enough to send Buggy spiraling.
Each step toward you felt unreliable and fuzzy, making Buggy question if he reattached his limbs correctly. His gut felt twisted with a foreign feeling that he wanted to trap away. He wondered if he buried the feeling deep enough if it would turn to treasure or become forgotten rot.
“Buggy.” Your voice even irritated him. Yet, he found relief in finding you alone. “Third time this month. Careful…I’m starting to get a big head.”
“That sounds like a medical problem…” He mumbled with little enthusiasm and a half-hearted smirk, “...should probably get seen for that.”
“Admitting you care, eh?” You teased. You were preoccupied, cigarette dangling from your lip and bobbing with every word. “What can I help you with?”
The receipts tended to be formidable, but you couldn't help but feel your concentration falter when you were met with uncharacteristic silence. Typically, you were shy of whiplash from an unwarranted insult or backhanded compliment. However, once your eyes landed on Buggy, you only saw deep anger veiling desperation.
“How serious is it?” Your pen was settled beside the book, whatever records you were once concerned with dismissed. Buggy looked awful—his posture gave away his exhaustion and discomfort.
“What? Can’t we skip the part where I say ‘the other guy looks worse’?” His busted lip ticked with dry humor. There were rumors he was in trouble, but that paled compared to the truth you knew about Buggy.
“Depends.” You frowned. “That other guy isn’t stopping by, is he?” If it were true, you’d have to lay low, something you never had time for. “This is why I don’t like your kind.”
“My kind?” Buggy continued unamused. You weren’t more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing to him. You were a smuggler. Plain and simple. It was impossible for something to stay hidden from you for long. “You’re not far off, sweetheart.”
His terms of endearment never held affection, but he seemed to soften this time for some reason—almost pleading between the lines. You held a trained expression, taking a moment of consideration.
Your typical jobs with him were small. Typically, they consisted of information that he could coax out of you for trinkets. He brought the world to you. Other times, you moved things through the shadows to an even darker location.
This was different, you decided.
Stalking toward the clown, you saw how the pain mapped on his body. “You look awful.”
The jester’s bow was fueled by pained sarcasm. Although his abilities helped, Buggy's flesh was still pliable. His jaw was a deep-set purple, contrasting the faded red of his cracked lips. It was hard to distinguish what was paint and what was blood. His eyes were bloodshot with broken blood vessels, and there were gashes littering every place imaginable.
You were surprised he was still standing. You noted how his breath became labored, as if holding onto what he could before he collapsed entirely. But looking between his eyes, you saw the struggle he had deciding what was worth his final breath: business or pleasure.
Alright lads I'm back with writing and posting again. Like I said in my pinned post I am sorry if you came for Dsmp and streamer fics but that hyper fixation has finish and I've now moved on to One Piece. I hope you'll all still enjoy my writing and stay for it. Now let's get onto the warnings
Warnings:
Slight angst
Buggy is sad and insecure
Angst to comfort
Gender neutral reader
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Buggy the Clown an infamous pirate in the east blue. Known for being a sadistic and insane clown that has killed many and stolen millions, he doesn't care who he's killed and as far as everyone sees he's a confident and arrogant pirate that thinks that he's the best around. Yet you know better. You're one of the few people that have been blessed to know Buggy more personally and intimately.. You're one of the few people that has seen him at his most vulnerable and know that this whole scary pirate persona is not entirely true. Yes he still acts confident and cocky in front of you but that's only to impress you. When you two are truly alone and there's nothing to impress you with, he's soft, he's quieter and he's very insecure...
(Reader POV)
I was sitting in mine and Buggy's shared room reading when Buggy stormed into the room, throwing off his jacket and hat and flopping onto the bed, mumbling something about a stupid Strawhat. I put my book down and smiled at him. "Hey my Huggy Buggy~" I said as I cuddled up to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm not in the mood today doll..." Buggy groaned as he turned and layed on his back to face me. I smirked and got on top of him, putting my hands on either side of him and looking at him seductively. "Oh are you in the mood for something else my captain?~" I leaned down to kiss him but he pushed me off of him and back on the bed. "I said I'm not in the mood!" He yelled as he turned and faced away from me while curling up into a ball.
I frown a little when I hear him choke back sob, not wanting to cry in front of me. I scooted closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Buggy? Do you want to talk about it?" I asked with a sympathetic tone, gently caressing his shoulder. "Why do you love me? What is so appealing to you that you'd fall in love with me and stay with someone as pathetic as I am!? Why!?" He yelled as he turned to me again, this time tears falling down his painted face. I cupped his face and brought him closer to me, "Because you're Buggy The Clown, Buggy The Flashy Fool, Buggy The Genius Jester. You're the most talented and flashiest pirate in the sea and in proud to have someone as amazing as you~" I said as I gave him a gentle kiss on the nose.
"Stop. Stop lying to me! There's nothing special or amazing about me! I'm just a pathetic clown that can't do anything! I couldn't even get a stupid map from that stupid nobody Strawhat!" Buggy shouted again as tears of frustration fell down his face. He pushed me away again and hid his face in his hands as he let out a few sobs. I pulled him into an embrace and he quickly wrapped his arms around me and burried his face into my chest as he cried. I rubbed his back with one hand as I gently scratched his head with the other. He eventually looked up at me with his clown paint all smudged. "I know that you don't actually love me... There's nothing to love. But please, just kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it, kiss me like you actually love me so I can feel just a little bit of love... Please..." Buggy said with a desperate look on his face. I leaned in close to him and gave him the most tender and loving kiss I could. I put his hand on my cheek and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and holding me in place.
I truly love Buggy with all my heart, yet he just can't see it. I wish he could, he wish he knew how much I loved him and how much I would do for him. I'll always be there for him, to show him I love him and that he is actually great. No matter how long it takes, I will spend the rest of my life showing him that I truly care him and would never leave him for anything.
I pulled away from the kiss and made him look at me, "Hey, how about we go and take a relaxing bath and afterwards he clean off all that paint and I can get one of my face masks for you to make sure your face stays moisturized and beautiful alright?" I say to him with a smile. He smiles and nods "That sounds nice...~" "And if you'll let me I can wash and brush your hair while the face mask sits~" I said with a wink. He turned a soft shade of pink and turned away embarrassed, "Now you're spoiling me sweetheart!" He said playfully as he looked back and kissed me on the cheek before getting up while taking my hand and dragging us both to the bathroom to begin our peaceful night.
There's my Buggy that I know~
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Lordy Loo this man has completely taken over my mind these past few days. I've been craving Buggy angst and I think this has helped a lot. I already have a few things planned but I still will do requests. Take care and I'll see yall in the next post.
