Your mental state is in turmoil, as negative thoughts consume and make you anxious. That’s, until Buggy comes to your rescue and comforts you. <3
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“I’m the happiest clown in the world, because I have you” he said, touching the tip of your nose with his finger in a playful manner, eliciting a small giggle from you.
“And this means all of you, my silly star.”
Warnings: angst, hurt, panic attack, self-hatred, anxiety, mental health problems
Enjoy some hurt and comfort with Buggy on a stormy day at the Big Top <3
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Every now and then, a sharp flicker of light washed Captain Buggy’s personal cabin in a shimmery glow through the porthole. The weather was gloomy as the great and showy Big Top sailed over the open sea.
The crew was on high alert.
They weren’t only juggling balls but also many tasks as Buggy hurled clear instructions at them to set sail for the Karai Bari Island.
Each strike of lightning through the cluster of angry and dark clouds caused the artsy tinted windows of Buggy’s quarters to radiate red and green hues of illumination. It almost looked like a carnival show was playing outside.
You didn’t flinch at the sudden roar of thunder as you sat on the floor beside the bed hurled up into a ball, your knees drawn up all the way to your face.
Even as the ship swayed while a big wave crashed into the main deck, followed by Buggy screaming orders at his crew and the response of “Ai Ai Captain!” you didn’t worry.
You knew that you and everyone else on this ship were in good hands as long as Buggy was in charge.
He was throwing around orders and ushering around his men all day long, preoccupied with planning a flashy arrival and making sure they were on their time schedule, since they suddenly encountered this storm.
This left little room for him to check up on you, drowned by his many captain’s duties.
You, on the other hand, weren’t so productive today. Which wasn’t an issue since it was your day off. But this free time caused you to drown in your own thoughts.
Another bolt bathed the room in colorful hues followed closely by the rumble of thunder. Again you didn’t flinch, engulfed by your own thoughts brewing inside your head. It rather felt like a fleeting distraction comforting you in a strange way. But the relief was short-lived as another wave of unsettling thoughts crashed into your mind. It felt like you were being crushed agonizingly slow by your mental turmoil.
These feelings were making you restless all day long. Nothing seemed to soothe this deep ache in your heart which led to you recoiling in the captain’s quarters. On top of that, your heart seemed to want to break a rib with how fast it was beating, while your nerves seemed to scream inside your body. This anxiety was eating you alive as you trembled and suffered in your misery.
You buried your face deeper into your drawn-up knees as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, suppressing a whimper while your feelings overwhelmed you.
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Suddenly the door to the captain’s quarters flew open, but there was no person at the door frame. Only a gloved hand was holding the handle as Buggy yelled at his men to “secure down the hatches!” and “Cabaji make sure that giant cat isn’t roaming around in this tornado!”
The cold air tasting of salt breached the threshold, but before it could reach you, Buggy appeared at the doorway.
“Whew - this storm really knows how to knock a clown off his feet.“ he remarked, as the rest of his body reconnected with his detached hand.
But his movements abruptly stopped as his eyes landed on your curled up figure, a worried frown setting into his clown-painted face.
“Toots? What’s going on?”
You didn’t respond. He wasn’t even sure if you registered his presence.
He noticed how you were slightly trembling.
“Hey- ”
He called out your name, but you only huddled up more, hiding your face behind your knees.
Buggy’s worry reached another level as he gulped heavily. His still drenched clothes were dripping and forming a small puddle at the entrance. He entered the room and gently closed the door as he began taking off his coat. The usually fluffy fur at the hem was completely soaked. As he began taking off his captain’s hat, he hung them over the nearest chair and removed his boots at the entrance.
Buggy slowly dragged his feet along the wooden floor to approach you and kneeled in front of your trembling figure,
his eyes roaming over your sunken form.
“It’s okay, my dear.” he said, slowly taking off his white gloves and throwing them aside. His silly demeanor was gone, leaving a serious but gentle look on his face. He mustered you for a moment with soft and worried eyes, as he slowly placed a gentle hand on your upper arm.
You flinched at his touch but didn’t recoil from it. “Hey, I’m here for you.” he whispered tenderly, moving his hand to your head and holding it in a soothing manner.
“Hey look at me, sugar.”
He carefully moved his hand to tilt your chin up with his ungloved fingers. The warmth of his touch on your skin soothed you and momentarily grounded you to the presence. It grounded you to him - Buggy.
Your eyes landed on that face you loved so dearly. His eye makeup was smudged from crashing waves and his beautiful blue hair was dripping. You wished you could admire that face like you always did but you still felt so uncomfortably anxious, your ribcage was heaving.
“Try matching your breaths to mine, my dear” he gently instructed. His eyes momentarily flickered to your lips as he deepened his intakes and breathed out slowly, coaching you to mimic him.
Your absent mind tried focusing on his instructions and mimicking him in a pitiful shaky breath.
“Just like that sweets, you’re doing great.” he encouraged, giving you a warm smile as you channeled your focus solely on him and your breathing.
After calming your body down to the best of your abilities, you finally relaxed enough to lock your gaze with his eyes instead of red-painted lips.
The look you found was of pure adoration mixed with deep concern. “There you are, silly,” he remarked with a goofy smile to lighten you up. “You worried your ol’ clown here.” he grinned playfully.
“Hey Bugs,” you sighed, your voice slightly cracking from today’s underuse. “I’m sorry,” you sighed, your gaze lowering.
At that he put on an over-the-top offended face in his true Buggy fashion as he immediately protested “Sorry? No, no my dummie, honey bunny, sweetie pie! How dare my dearest crew member hide her can of worms from her flashy captain. None of that ‘sorry-nonsense’”.
He voiced out in an exaggerated, theatrical manner, his hands flying here and there to emphasize his seriousness. “I’m here for you, so do NOT apologize.” he stated with complete determination in his eyes as his gaze softened.
“So, what was brewing inside that flashy head of yours, my star” he asked, nudging your temple with his pointy finger lightly.
You gingerly smiled at his antics, which was replaced with an exhausted expression as you tried to find the words and express the cause of your distress.
Buggy didn’t rush you, letting you take your time to sort out your thoughts.
“It’s just-“ you desperately tried finding the right words to express your brewing thoughts, which felt impossible right now.
“Ugh, I just…
I feel so disgusting!” you exasperatedly burst out, starting out with the most prominent thoughts.
“I hate myself!” you frustratingly cried out.
“I- I don’t know what got me to this point in my life,…” you stammered, rambling about your most aggressive thoughts.
“But I definitely feel undeserving of everything positive in it.” The look in your eyes grew distant, as you rambled about your feelings.
“I can’t shake this heavy blanket of sadness and misery off me, and I’m wasting everyone’s time and energy with my baggage. I just… can’t seem to function like everybody else! Like a normal human! Why?
Just- why am I like this? I’m not sure how much longer you can take this burden… I’m scared, but nevertheless feel like…
I would deserve such faith - to be cast aside - and just… lose the people I love.”
Your trembling hands clenched into tight fists.
“I can’t take this inner conflict anymore-“ your glassy eyes found Buggy’s as you suppressed another pitiful whimper.
“I feel like I’m being torn apart between drowning in self-pity and… feeling like I deserve every ounce of misery I’m in - and I’m never going to escape this cycle.” you mumbled, turning your gaze down. Your eyes lost focus again, as you felt another wave of ugly thoughts threatening to take you over and under its spell.
But before you could drown, you felt Buggy’s warm hand engulf your trembling fist. His touch was gentle as he unclenched it and caressed it with both of his hands, his warmth spreading into your palm, and securing your trembling hand.
Buggy’s gaze roamed over you, his eyes carrying deep worry and love as his heart broke at seeing you suffer so much.
“Oh Baby,” Buggy softly whispered, scooting closer to wrap his strong arms around your figure. His right hand moved atop your head, petting it lovingly.
You nestled your face in the crook of his neck, engulfed by his warmth and melting in his embrace as you let fresh tears fall.
“Shh, it’s okay precious,” he whispered, gently rocking you back and forth. You felt yourself melting in his embrace, finding comfort in his strong arms. His scent of face paint and gunpowder, with the note of sea salt and something sweet engulfed you, soothing you.
“Oh honey, my dearest treasure“ he breathed out, as he kept rocking you both back and forth.
“I’ts okay” he softly shushed you.
“Your clown is here now, nothing will hurt you” he reassured you, giving the top of your head a soft kiss.
Your tears calmed down after a while and your exhausted body slumped further into Buggy.
He stopped rocking your bodys and gently pulled your face up to wipe your tear-streaked face with his thumbs.
His eyes carried so much empathy. “You aren’t a burden. You’re everything to me, honey” Buggy said with pure adoration, his eyes becoming glossy.
“I’m the happiest clown in the world, because I have you” he said, touching the tip of your nose with his finger in a playful manner, eliciting a small giggle from you.
“And this means all of you, my silly star. You’re enough as you are and deserve the world. I know these ugly thoughts can get loud, but I’ll always be here to remind you,” he rasped out confidently.
“I’ll always be here for you and this won’t change, even if the whole Grand Line tries to separate us,” he dramatically exclaimed.
“Don’t ever think that you’re a burden to me.
You.are.never.”
Your heart felt so full at his words, making you feel so loved. “Thank you Buggy,” you sniffed.
He grinned widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners, giving you his signature Buggy-grin. “Of course, my flashy love. I’m sorry you’re feeling like that, and I’ll do everything in my power to change that. But promise me one thing” he said.
“Yes?” you asked, loosing yourself in his eyes.
“Don’t fight this alone. Don’t hesitate to call for me. We’ll overcome this together, as the flashy couple we are” he grinned.
You felt the corners of your mouth moving upwards, forming an honest smile.
“I promise,” you said, feeling so much lighter at his words.
“That’s my star!” he excitingly said, giving your cheek a big kiss.
As he slowly pulled away, he halted, a frown forming on his face.
“Hey what’s that in your ear, toots?” He asked, his detached hand flying behind your head.
In a matter of seconds, he smoothly took out a piece of wrapped candy “out of your ear”, his eyes opening widely, eyebrows raising as his lower jaw dropped open in an exaggeratedly surprised expression on his painted face.
“Oh- What do we have here? Looks like your favourite piece of candy. That’s really fitting for such a sweetie pie to have that in her ear,” he giggled, swaying the candy in front of your face.
You broke out in a fit of laughter at his old clown trick, your face crinkling as happy sounds bubbled out of you.
“You’re so cute when you laugh like that,” he admired “looks like I have to fish more candy out of your ear,” he joked, ‘taking out’ another piece of candy, he probably took out of his pocket earlier.
A deep blush crept into your face at his comment.
You snatched the first piece of candy out of his grasp, giggling. “Oh my- I’ve been searching for this, you know?” you joked with him, feeling giddy.
“Welp, good that I found it for you toots. Wanna share candy with your flashy clown and cuddle?” He cooed in a convincing manner, as if he would need to ask twice.
“I would love nothing more than that, Buggy”
He picked you up in his arms, and you shared the rest of the evening together, blissfully happy under the calming thunderstorm.
You were supposed to marry a prince. Instead, on the morning of your wedding, you were kidnapped from your fairytale kingdom and stolen out to sea before the vows could be spoken. Raised in a land devoted to song, where your voice carries old magic tied to your bloodline, you have spent your whole life believing love would arrive beautifully, cleanly, and exactly on time. But when a clown pirate captain hijacks the ship carrying you away, everything you thought you knew about destiny begins to unravel. Buggy is loud, vain, dangerous, impossible, and nothing like the man you were meant to love. He is also the one who sees you when the music stops.
1. The First Song
2. The Island That Sings
3. A Kingdom in Chorus
4. A Prince at Dawn
5. Courtship in a Day
6. Before the Bells
7. No Princely Rescues (Part 1)
7. No Princely Rescues (Part 2)
8. Thirty Million to Start
9. A Princess and A Menace
10. The Things You Name in the Dark
11. Birds, Rats, and Bad Judgment
12. A Terrible Idea
13. A Harbor Full of Liars
14. No Music at All
15. It Did
16. The Danger of Forgetting
17. Impossible to Leave
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Imagine: Your daughter definitely loves her father. She's practically his copy: with beautiful blue hair, his eyes, your nose (which Buggy was endlessly delighted about), and a stubborn streak to match from her father.
She loves spending time with him, loves braiding his hair, and learning the pirate trade from him. What you especially love are the evenings when you peek into the cabin and see your daughter sitting on a chair in front of the vanity mirror while Buggy does his makeup and explains to her, step by step, what each cosmetics is for and how to use it properly.
And your daughter eagerly wants to copy everything he does, because she genuinely admires him. She's definitely a daddy's girl, and Buggy, surprisingly, turned out to be an incredibly good father.
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[PART 2 OF 4 - ONE PIECE'S KINKTOBER] - BUGGY VER.
[SHANKS VER.] [MIHAWK VER.] [SANJI VER.]
pairing: buggy x f!reader
words: lenghtyyyyy
summary: your occupation lead you to meet your new boss... who'd perhaps become more than that.
angst; smut; fluff.
Doing Burlesque was not what you had initially seen yourself doing professionally, but in a weird turn of events, the doors had opened and you walked right through them. Or rather... the curtains.
You initially intended to study the sea and its mysteries, but it wasn't exactly a job that paid well from the get-go, so you began working at a bar. Just to get yourself started, you said.
Then a man noticed you... He was tall and well built, a little meat on his bones but definitely intimidating. Hair as white as snow and a full beard with a nicely kept moustache. The man couldn't help but compliment you: your beautiful smile, your beautiful body, your bright personality... You were perfect, he said.
He approached you, initially asking you how much you made. You found it insulting! That was, until he said he'd triple it if you joined his show. The man was sure you'd be a hit, and he was right.
At first you thought he was inviting you to be a stripper, but as you learned the art of burlesque, you realized it was nothing of the sort - and you loved it. The attention, the compliments, the lights and cheers, the beautifully decorated attires, the attention to detail... But most of all, you adored the freedom it gave you to study the sea.
The pay was amazing, and it allowed you to have enough time and money to invest in your hobby - the sea.
"We got a... uh... how to describe the situation..." the stage coordinator said as he tapped his chin, looking for the correct words "We got a different crowd."
You were applying the finishing touches to your attire, but stopped, furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the man as you heard his choice of words, as well as the ruckus behind the curtain.
You stood up and walked to the edge of the curtain, tugging on it slightly, so only one of your eyes peeked out to look at the audience. You gasped in horror and stepped furiously towards the stage manager.
"Since when do we allow pirates on our cabaret!?" You whisper-yelled at the man.
The heels made you taller than him, and the way you were staring him down sent a shiver down his spine. The man was gripping his board with the show instructions as he struggled to give you a response.
"I guess we do when- when they pay well we do..."
You weren't prissy, much less were you an elitist, but pirates... they disgusted you. When you began working at the cabaret the owner allowed pirates in. Those nights were treacherous, to say the very least. The harassment, bottle throwing and disrespect for the art rose through the roof on those nights, so pirates and their crews were banned effectively from watching the shows. Except the ones whose pockets were deep, apparently.
You slumped back on your chair and held the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger as you sighed.
"Tell me I'm the first one, please, tell me I get to get this over with and fuck off home."
The stage manager scoffed.
"I don't know what would overcome the Boss to somehow put you first... You're the last one." The man informed.
He had the habit of doing this. You were his golden goose, the cherry at the top, as he liked to say, so you were always last, because everyone stayed to watch you.
That was the only time where being the favourite sucked.
"Babygirl, you're first, you're on in 40 seconds." The man said, and your colleague applied some powder hurriedly and walked to the big red curtains.
You watched as she stepped out to her signature intro song with a fake smile that hid how fucking terrified she was of the pirates.
Usually sets came and went as quickly as a snap of the fingers, but this one time, the one time you were curious to hear about, seemed to drag on for ever and ever.
"Thank y'all for tonight, you were lovely!"
As soon as you heard those words and saw the curtains move, you stood up.
"Evelyn, 60 seconds 'till you're on!" the stage manager called to your next colleague as you walked towards Babygirl, held her hands and looked her in the eye.
"So? How were they!?" You asked, barely even letting her catch her breath.
"You know what? Not that bad..." She said, sounding surprised by her own statement "I get the feeling they were just kicked out of every bar in town and came here to drink. They were excited and there was quite a lot of ruckus and cheering but I think the main focus were the drinks... There was this clown dude in the back that seemed very desinterested though." Your colleague explained, as you both walked to her vanity and she began taking off all of the paraphernelia that decorated her.
You furrowed your brows. That was surprising... But it made sense, somehow. They might've been behaving just for the sake of not being thrown out again and running out of alcohol for the night.
Your colleague looked at you up and down.
"You're going with Cherry Pie today?" She asked.
You kept a couple personas in your pocket, to keep it interesting. You liked to call it "The Burlesque Sisters", except each one of them was played by you. It kept people interested and coming back for more, wanting to get a peek at each sister.
You looked down at your attire: it was a red corset with wine-coloured felt details and a heart-shaped neckline. You wore a miniskirt that was not at all intricate, as it came off in the very beginning of the set, long black gloves with red feathery apliques on the hem, black stockings, and a pair of beautiful red platmform heels with guilded details. Your makeup matched the get up perfectly: a bold red lip with a dark red liner, gold sparkles decorating your face, as well as gold eyeshadow on your waterline, and a killer cat-like black winged liner. You were always keen on having your hair up, as you felt it was the perfect hairdo to keep eyes focused on your body and on your movements.
Cherry Pie was a fan favourite, no doubt. So you were a little reluctanct on bringing her out, afraid that the pirates would keep coming back for her (cocky of you, you were aware), but it was too late to change.
It wasn't long before you heard Evelyn's typical goodbye quote. She came in strutting in the room, hapilly removing several bills from various parts of her attire.
"Good tippers!" She said with a smile.
"Cherry Pie! You're on in two minutes!" The stage director called.
Whoever went next to Evelyn got a little more time before going in, as the staff needed to clean up her glitter sprayed across the floor.
"So? How was it?" You asked, raising your brows.
"Oh, it was great! They weren't exactly respectful but they tipped really well and they were very engaged! Except for this clown dude at the back, but I didn't bother much with him." Evelyn said with a shrug as she took off her earrings.
You stood up with a pensive face and straighened your outfit, suddenly becoming curious about this clown guy that seemed to be uninterested by women in very little clothing dancing in front of him. You walked to the curtains, waiting for the stage manager to give you your cue.
When you heard the first beats of your intro song you strutted in, one foot in front of the other, hands on your waist and a big, flirty smile. You winked at the crowd as the big stage lights lit you up.
You lifted your arms up as if to say "I'm here!" and popped out your hip.
"Welcome, to the Cherry Pie show!" You said, earning a bunch of cheers, and then hit the Beety Boop pose, placing your hands on your knees and popping out your ass as you winked.
The clown your colleagues had mentioned wasn't hard to spot: this wasn't a simple crowd, for sure, but he was definitely the one that stood out the most. In a good way... you'd argue.
However, as you introduced yourself, you could see him look up: his head lifted from the fist that it previously rested on and his eyes sparkled. You couldn't relate to the desinterest the others had reported, and you wondered if you had particularly piqued his interest - or if he was just tired of the position he was in and decided to switch (although the glint in his eye said your initial theory was correct).
You carried on with the performance, keeping a special eye out for the pirate clown.
You slowly undid your corset, opening it to reveal a tighter, smaller corset, flashing the crowd with an expression that said "oopsie!". There were some groans and there were some laughs at the trick. You discarded the corset you had taken off and went around the room collecting bills, as you danced suggestively and lip synced to your song.
As you walked closer to the clown you bit your glove and slid it off, revealing your long, red press on nails. You repeated the process on the other glove and discarded them, earning a few whistles. You could feel the clown's gaze on you, almost as if it burned.
And so, you decided to tease him: you dragged your nail along his jaw. The clown somewhat leaned into your touch, and although the music was loud, you could swear you heard him groan.
You continued you act and, in no time, your songs came to an end and it was time to say goodbye to your surprisingly pleasant guests.
"Y'all have been a lovely crowd! I've been Cherry Pie, Cherry Kisses!" You yelled, touching your ass with one heel as you blew them a kiss.
There was standing up, whistling, cheers, and a couple noises from displeased people, sad that the show was over. One thing was for sure, the clown guy had a hunger for you - and he wouldn't let you go so easily.
As you disappeared behind the curtains, the man stood up, making his way to the back.
"Sir you can't come in-" The bouncer began, but instantly shut up when Buggy flashed him a wad of Berry. Any ammount of money was worth being sacrified if it meant it was used to see you.
Evelyn and Babygirl had gone home already, so when you heard footsteps you assumed it was your bodyguard ready to escort you home.
"Hey Dante I'm not ready yet, give me 5 just to take off the makeup and put on some clothes!" You said, not looking behind you as you worked on getting the glitter off.
"I think you look marvellous just like that."
When you didn't recognize the voice, you were startled and stood up, looking at the man that had spoken, to find the clown guy leaning against the door frame.
You couldn't not remember who he was...
"What are you- How did you get here?" You asked, pointing at him and squinting your eyes.
"Honey, I've got plenty Berry, and I don't mind spending it on you." He said, arms stretched out as he stepped towards you.
You raised your brow and crossed your arms in front of your chest as you analyzed him from head to toe.
"This isn't a strip club, you can't pay for a room with me or whatever. And it's Cherry, not Honey." You said, attitude dripping from your voice.
"Yes, unfortunately it isn't a strip club, but I'm not here for that. I want to offer you a spot. On my crew, on my show." The man offered with that familiar glint in his eye.
"Why, pray tell, would I want to go be a pirate? The pay here is amazing, I love my job and I am comfortable." You asked.
The clown admired how unafraid you were of him. People usually kept their distance, ran away, stuttered near him... But there you were, facing him and challenging him. He absolutely had to have you.
The Captain was desperately looking for reasons to give you, until his eyes landed on a book you had on your vanity. You liked to entertain yourself and read on breaks from shows and happened to leave them on your vanity.
"A book about marine life?" The man asked, pointing at the book "Honey, why read about it, when you can see it. Join me and you'll see all of the life you read about in those pages, up close. I'll equal what they pay you here- fuck it, I'll double it."
Now that was tempting... But you couldn't help but wonder why...
"Why do you want me so much?"
Now that was a damn good question.
"I've never seen my men this focused on something. It's good for morale and it gives them something to do other than a big mess on my ship. Plus, we kinda need a gymnast on the show and you fit the bill."
Bullshit. He just bullshit his way out of the truth - in reality he just wanted to have you close, he wanted to be able to look at you up close whenever.
"Your men? Your ship? What are you, a Captain?" You asked genuinely.
The male scoffed and took another step towards you.
"You don't know who I am, do you?"
You shrugged as an answer, your face showing a definite sign of absolutely not giving a shit about the answer.
"My name is Captain Buggy, or Buggy the Clown." Buggy, as he introduced himself, detached a hand and had it fly over to you.
"Woah! You're a Devil Fruit user!" You said, amused to finally meet one, and shook the flying hand.
Although detached, your touch on him still managed to send shivers down his spine.
"So, Miss 'Cherry Pie', have we got a deal?"
You pretended to think for a bit. The answer was obviously yes (more pay and you got to be close to the sea!?), but you didn't want to seem too eager.
"I believe we do Captain Buggy."
The way you said his name made him wonder how many other ways he could make you say it... It sent another shiver down his spine, and the captain asked himself if it had been a good idea to invite you on board - Buggy didn't know how long he'd be able to keep his hands off of you.
When the owner of the Cabaret heard of your departure he nearly fainted. The man tried to negotiate but he couldn't possibly match what Buggy had offered you, so the boss reluctantly let you go and you embarked on a new journey.
The beginning was a little rocky, some of the crew members got a little touchy and Buggy had to threaten them multiple times, but after you started standing your ground and threteaning them yourself, you gained their respect.
Normally you wouldn't be so brave as to stand up to several big men experienced in fighting, but you knew the Captain had your back, and that gave you a lot of confidence.
The first time there was a show, Buggy invited you to sit back and watch, so you could learn how it all worked before being part of it, and you had to admit, seeing the man take control of everything... it was kind of hot. Those words danced in your tongue when he asked you what you thought about the show afterwards, but you decided to keep it to yourself.
"This good enough Captain?" You asked innocently, fixing your corset so your boobs stood out.
Buggy thanked his heavy makeup for concealing his blush, and the coat for hiding his growing boner as he inspected your outfit from head to toe. He wanted to say no. He wanted to cover you up with a long, large coat and send you out with it so only he could see you like that, but alas, that wasn't possible...
"Uh yeah, Y/N, you look fantastic." The Captain said, not able to look away from your chest.
You giggled and thanked him, before getting ready to step out. The tent was particularly full that day, as people gathered, curious about the new act that had been announced.
As the cheers, claps and whistles reached Buggy's ears backstage, he felt a sense of jealousy spread in his body. Oh it was a bad idea to hire you, for sure...
When the show came to an end and the guests had left, Buggy sat on his throne and counted the Berry they had made.
Suddenly, he heard steps.
"Who the fuck is here and why are you here?" The Captain asked, in a grumpy tone - he very much disliked being interrupted.
"Sorry Captain!"
As soon as he heard your voice it was like a rainbow washed over him. He hated that. He hated how you had so much control over his body, over the way he felt.
"That's okay, thought it was one of the other degenerates. What can I do for ya, sweetheart?" Buggy asked in a completely different tone from the one he had previously spoken in, pleased that you had come talk to him still in your show attire.
"Well I wanted to ask... did I do good?" You asked, biting your lip and holding your hands behind your back nervously.
Oh boy did Buggy want to grab you by the neck and push you against a wall... Seeing you in front of him, nervous and asking for his approval, all while biting your lip... You had no idea how much self control he had not to fuck you dumb.
"Sorry sugar, I couldn't watch the show tonight..." The Captain explained, a sad tone in his voice as he said it.
"Oh..." You replied, a little disappointed "Well, maybe I could give you a private show." You said with a flirty wink.
Buggy smirked and looked at you, supporting his head with his fist.
"Don't make promises you can't handle keeping, princess." Buggy said, boldly.
You chuckled and turned around.
"I can handle everything, Captain."
You could feel Buggy's eyes on you as you walked away, and chuckled lowly when you heard him curse under his breath.
The man turned, huffed and puffed in bed that night, grabbing his crotch at the thought of you, at the way you called him Captain, and at the pretty little teasing quote you'd thrown at him - but he knew that no release would be satisfying - unless you were the one giving it to him. That couldn't be. He had to find a solution.
Little did the man know, the solution would find him soon enough.
Due to his Y/N-induced sleepless night, the following day the man retreated to his living quarters before dinner, in order to get some rest.
You, who didn't know what was going on, grew concerned about the Captain. He was always grumpy, sure, but he was also constantly laughing and full of life, whereas that day he was simply... not.
You knew no one was even supposed to go near his room, let alone visit it when the Captain specified he didn't want to be disturbed. But you were one curious cat - and a worried one too.
As you stood outside of his door, you bit your lower lip, wondering if you should knock or not, but before you could decide for or against it, the Captain had already sensed a presence outside.
"Who has a death wish?" Buggy asked, referring to the person that stood outside of his room.
"T-that would be me, Captain..." You replied, nervously, confident he'd recognize your voice.
Buggy's mind was torn - he looked (and felt) like shit on one hand, but on the other, having you with him in his room all by yourselves... The bottom head thought faster, and he replied with a low "come in".
You opened the creaky door slightly and peeked inside, before walking in.
Buggy laid on the bed, his hair free of the bandana and tied in a low ponytail. He had one arm falling from the bed, and the other covering his eyes, and one leg resting on the bed as the other had his knee bent.
You blushed slightly as you realized he was just wearing his underwear and a large striped shirt.
"Woah..." You said, at the sight of his long hair.
Buggy uncovered his eyes to look at you and followed your gaze. He just chuckled, making you snap back to reality.
"Uh, Sir- Captain," You corrected "are you okay?..."
The light in the room was scarce, the only thing lighting up the space being the moonlight coming in through the hatch. Still, you could see his cocky grin.
"You worried about me, princess?"
You dared walk closer to him, in small, shy steps.
"Well, yes... You didn't seem yourself today..."
Buggy clenched his fists and held himself back with all the strenght possible and imaginary when you put one knee on his bed, making it dip slightly on your end, and placed a hand on his forehead and face.
"Captain, you feel hot!" You said, worriedly.
He was hot alright, but it wasn't a fever that left him like that.
"You know princess, you're right, I haven't been 100% lately, I have been having a little problem..." Buggy admitted, as he licked his lips.
"A p-problem? What problem?" You asked, an uneasy feeling rising within you.
Upon seeing your panicked expression he chuckled.
"A problem with you, dear."
The panic and fear increased even more, and it was visible on your face.
"Don't worry princess, you've done nothing wrong. In fact, quite the opposite... You've been doing all the right things."
You innocently cocked your head to the side.
"I'm- I'm sorry Captain, I'm not sure I'm following..."
The man grinned and groaned when the name left your lips. Such an innocent mouth, that he had imagined doing such sinful things to...
"You see, sweetheart," Buggy began, his hand lightly tracing up the thigh closest to him "you've been driving me crazy. The way you dress, the way you talk, fuck- the way you say my name."
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he imagined you moaning his name. You grew hotter and hotter at each of his words, and all you could focus on was how his hand went higher and higher on your thigh. And without noticing, in your head, you began begging for his hand to just fucking hurry it up and grab your ass.
"W-well Captain, I guess it's only right that I fix the problem, I caused it after all, hm?" You suggested bringing your other leg up to the bed and across him, so you were straddling his lap.
"Oh princess, I don't know if you wanna get into it..." His hands found the place you wanted him to find.
The man grabbed your ass with such force that you couldn't help but moan.
"I'm pretty sure that I do..." You said in a husky voice, as you felt his cock harden under you.
Before he could speak, you opened your mouth once more.
"You know, Captain," now that you knew he enjoyed it, you were going to exploit the hell out of the name "I like the way you take control of the show..." you paused once more and leaned in to whisper in his ear "How about you take control of me like that?"
It was as if your voice brought him the full 10 hours of sleep he needed. It was like energy washed over him and he felt... alive. More than ever.
The clown was quick to switch positions, straddling your waist and pinning your hands above your head, slowly riding up the top you wore. Buggy licked his lips as he stared at your exposed stomach.
"You're playing with fire, princess. Little girls that play with fire get hurt..." Buggy teased with a glint in his eye.
"Then hurt me."
His lips glued to yours instantly, in a violent, hungry kiss. Buggy didn't know it was possible for someone to drive him even crazier, but you did it. You pushed him to the very edge and he had never craved something so much in his life.
Buggy's hands were all over your body - grabbing your thighs, slapping your ass, caressing your waist... He wanted to take in every piece of you. As he touched you, the Captain slowly took off pieces of your clothes, and when you realized, you were naked under him.
You blushed slightly, tugging at the hem of his shirt so he'd understand.
"We're not speaking now, dollface?" The man asked as he removed his one piece of clothing "Cat got your tongue? Hm?"
You ran your hands down his torso and bit your lip - he was a lot more toned than he let on.
"Just... admiring the view." You said before catching his lips in a slow, passionate kiss.
Buggy detached one of his hands, and you shrieked into the kiss as his cold fingers made their way inside your panties. He teased your entrance, until you tugged on his hair as if to say "hurry up, fucker".
"Don't be-" He paused, shoving two fingers into you slowly "-impatient."
You sighed deeply and moved your hips against his fingers. Buggy looked down at you move in amusement.
"You know pretty girl, we have another problem at hand..." The Captain said, tracing your face with his fingers until he reached your neck.
"W-what is it?" You asked, through half lidded eyes and in between moans.
Buggy gripped your throat, making you gasp and arch your back. He leaned closer to your ear so he could whisper.
"I don't know if I wanna fuck you like this to see your pretty little face when you cum on my cock, or shove your face in the pillow and fuck you from behind."
"A-as long as you make me cum Captain..." You said with a smirk.
You whined as he removed his fingers and licked them clean.
"Are you doubting my capabilities, princess?"
You had no time to reply, as he reattached his hand and used it to flip you around and pull your ass up in the air. You gripped the sheets, your cheek against his pillow taking in the smell of your Captain, as you watched him take his placed bbehind you.
Buggy took his sweet time palming your ass and admiring it.
When he took out his cock, you couldn't see it from the angle, but you knew it was big and girthy, because when his hard lenght smacked against your ass, you knew you were in for it.
"Fuck..." You breathed out.
Buggy chuckled.
"It's not even in yet princess, save the cursing for later..." He teased, running the tip of his cock up and down your folds until he himself couldn't hold it any longer.
The Captain wanted to slam into you and fucked the words out of your mouth, but it was your first time with him and he didn't want to risk being too rough or hurting you.
So, with furrowed eyebrows and agape mouth, he pushed into you slowly, until he bottomed. It took all of his strenght to pull out and shove his cock back in in a slow pace.
Once he found you were comfortable with the pace, he began speeding up and, when your moans became loud and you called for his name, Buggy lost all control.
The man gripped your hips like a madman and fucked you like his life depended on it.
"Oh fuck- you're such a good girl Y/N- you take me so well..." He praised as he gripped your ass and smacked it a couple times, earning a yelp from you.
"Y-you feel so good Captain!" You moaned, gripping the sheets beside your head.
One of Buggy's hand detached and found your clit, rubbing it at a consistent, fast rhythm. The man was good. You wanted to savour the moment as long as possible but for the first time you found it hard to not cum.
Maybe it was his skill, maybe it was his demeanor, and maybe it was his appearance, but the truth was that you couldn't get enough of him fucking you.
"Buggy I think- I think I'm gonna cum-" You whined, as a familiar feeeling began washing over you.
"A-Already princess?"
Buggy kept up the confident persona, but deep down he was thanking every diety in existance because he didn't know how long he could last, with you moaning for him and tightening around his cock like he had imagined so many times.
"Please... may I cum?"
"Do it!" Was all he could say.
Your legs faltered and the Captain had to hold you up as he fucked his cum into you, riding both of your orgasms out.
Small groans and whimpers filled the room as the both of you came down from your highs. Buggy hissed as he removed his soft cock from you.
The man helped you lay down on the bed and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him as he closed his eyes.
"Hey Buggy?" You called, as you played with his hair and admired how long his lashes were.
"Hm?..." He sleepily asked.
"When you hired me, was this your intention?" You asked, biting your lip.
The man didn't open his eyes, he just chuckled.
"I can't say it was completely innocent... I wanted you close to me." Buggy explained with a smirk.
He then grabbed your ass and pulled you even closer, causing you to shriek and giggle.
Summary: While he's being held captive by the Straw Hats, Buggy won't shut up, which gives you an idea.
Warnings: none, this is all fluff, some mentions of insecurities from Buggy but nothing too angsty
Word Count: 4.2k
Author's note: This idea came to me while I was daydreaming the other day, and I just had to write it down. This is based off of the live-action Buggy, although I am only on the second episode so it may not be canon-accurate. Also, he has long hair in this cause I said so (begging to see Jeff Ward with long hair next season). Hope y'all enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! There will be a part 2, don’t worry <3 (The banners are from cafekitsune)
Edit: part two is up!
“So now what?”
The collection of Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, and yourself stood in a circle, discussing what to do with a certain clown pirate’s head. Usopp is the first to speak up after Luffy asked the question.
“Well, we can’t leave him unsupervised; who knows what he’d get up to.” Everyone turned to look at Buggy’s detached head, which wore a cheeky look, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I vote Y/N to take care of it,” Zoro states blankly, crossing his arms as he speaks.
“Hey! I’m still a person, even without the body, so don’t refer to me as it!” The objection comes from the animated head, vexation seeping through his tone. Your mouth momentarily twitches upward at his little outburst, it was almost reminiscent of a kitten hissing after unwanted pets.
“Why do I have to babysit him?” You turn to Zoro, matching his apprehensive stance. He meets your gaze with a cold look. You hadn’t been a part of the straw hat crew for long, and Zoro was taking his sweet time warming up to you.
“Because you’re the newest here, and that’s how hierarchy works.”
His tone left no room for argument. Your shoulders slump, and you let out an irritated sigh, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to pick up Buggy, making sure to be gentle. The clown winks at you, a flirty smile on his face. You take him back to your cabin, not wanting to risk accidentally dropping him overboard. Despite only being a head, a smug aura radiates around him, already planning ways to mess with you.
You reach your cabin and kick the door open with your foot. Being the newest member of the straw hat crew, you were given the smallest room, not that you really minded. You place Buggy down on your bed, moving to sit at the small desk in the corner of the room.
“So what are we going to do first, darling?” Buggy smirks as he talks, clearly trying to get under your skin.
“We? There is no we. You’ll sit there quietly while I go over these maps.” You bark, not even bothering to spare him a glance.
“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?” You can hear the tease in his tone and can tell that he’s grinning without having to look at him.
“You’re not here to have fun. You’re being held captive, remember?” Smoothing your fingers out over the maps, you tilt your head, trying to focus.
“Yes, but who says captivity can’t be enjoyable?” His question shocks you, and you turn to gaze at him with an unamused look. Realizing that he’s completely serious, you let out a scoff.
“You really are crazy, clown.”
He smiles smugly, not bothered by your comment.
“It’s more fun that way.”
You roll your eyes and turn back to the maps, choosing to pretend he’s not there. ‘He must really like the sound of his own voice’, you think to yourself. The clown continues to talk your ear off, but after a while, you’re able to tune him out. Before long, you’ve analyzed all the maps. Turning back to him with a curious look, you realize he’s gotten to the end of some story you couldn’t care to listen to.
“And that’s why you don’t fall asleep on the beach.” Buggy smiles at you, enjoying your annoyance, watching you tilt your head at him.
“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs. Rolling your eyes, an idea pops into your head.
“Hey… I think I know how to get you to be quiet.” A sly smirk crawls its way across your face, and the clown’s chipper mood falters.
“Oh yeah? What might that be?” He tries to keep his confident demeanor, but the look on your face scares him.
You nibble on your bottom lip without responding before walking over to him and picking him up. This immediately wipes the smirk off his face, and he looks up at you, suddenly concerned for his safety.
“Hey now, what are you doing?” He asks nervously, secretly afraid you’ll throw him overboard for talking so much. You place him on top of your desk and move to grab the empty basin in the corner of the room.
“I’m giving you a bath,” you shrug nonchalantly, a cheeky smile on your face. He pales at that and laughs nervously.
“Wait, what do you mean? Are you going to waterboard me or something?” The look on the clown shows that he thinks it’s a real possibility, which causes you to chuckle.
“No, I’m just going to give you a bath; you smell like you could use one.” He just stares at you silently, quickly dropping his playful persona.
“What, cat got your tongue?” You mock him, and he gulps quietly. The fear in his eyes is quite amusing, you admit to yourself.
“You mean you’re literally going to bathe me?” A confused look crosses him, all the confidence in his voice gone.
“Yes.” You nod. “You look like you haven’t showered in weeks. Besides, now I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” A smirk crawls across your visage, enjoying seeing the trickster squirm. It wasn’t often the clown had the tables turned on him, and he definitely didn’t expect it coming from you.
“Now, wait a minute, I can be quiet without that.” He looks up at you worriedly, the idea of a bath visibly rattling him.
“But I thought you wanted to have fun?” Your smirk widens and you put a hand on your hip.
“Okay, I take it back. I’ll be good, I swear.” A nervous laugh emerges as he tries to break the tension.
“Too late.” His face drops, triggering a small chuckle from you.
“Oh, relax, will you? I’m technically doing you a favor.” This time, a genuine smile graces your face, which does nothing to calm his nerves. “Now stay.” You put your hand up as if you were talking to a canine, to which Buggy rolls his eyes, your other hand holding the metal basin.
“I’m not a dog,” he mutters softly, not having the courage to stand up to you entirely.
You leer at him, opening the door to leave before shutting it behind you. Sitting there quietly, Buggy questions how he even got here. Not before long, you return, the bucket full of warm water. You place it on the ground, grab the towel off your shoulder, fold it, and lay it on the bed.
“You’re serious?” He says quietly, watching you semi-curiously, shocked that you weren’t kidding. You hum softly and nod your head.
“I am.” Looking up at him, you can see the fear on his features, and your eyes soften a bit. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
He eyes you suspiciously, not sure whether or not to believe your words. Grabbing a small pouch, you pull out a bar of soap and a small bottle, which Buggy assumes is shampoo. Lastly, you grab a small wooden board and place it over the center of the tub.
“So you don’t drown,” you utter, his question practically visible on his face. He nods slowly in response, having a hard time believing the situation.
“I’ll have to take this off,” you gesture to his bandana and he bows his head in agreement, deciding not to fight it as you seem pretty determined. Gently removing the striped cloth, you fold it nicely and place it on the other side of the desk. Secondly, you remove the hair tie that kept his bright blue mane in a ponytail. Buggy watches you silently, interested in your next move. Softly grabbing the sides of his head, you place him on the wooden board that lies across the center of the tub.
“I’m going to wash your hair first, okay?”
He nods in response, curious eyes never leaving your face. You grab a small cup and fill it with warm water, asking him to lean his head backward so it doesn’t get in his eyes. The clown does as you say, though instead of closing his eyes, he keeps them glued on you, not trusting that you won’t dunk him in the water. You gently pour the water over his hair, moving your other hand to shield his eyes as he seems to want to keep them open. The usually talkative clown stays silent, not wanting to admit to himself that the warm water feels quite pleasant.
“When was the last time you actually washed your hair?”
He raises an eyebrow at your question, pondering it momentarily before replying.
“I, uh, I’m not sure.” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, expecting you to laugh at him. Instead, you smile gently and continue pouring water onto his hair.
“I can tell.” The words contain no malice as you utter them, merely expressing an observation. Seeing that his hair was now thoroughly damp, you grab the small bottle of shampoo, pouring some out into one hand. Rubbing your hands together to form some bubbles, you move to start massaging the soap onto Buggy’s head.
“Were you born with this?” You ask curiously, referring to the cerulean color of his tresses. He raises his eyebrow at you, not expecting the question.
“I was.” Nodding as he speaks, his eyes continue to analyze your face as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. You smile at him, continuing to lather the shampoo into his hair.
“It’s pretty. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Your words are soft, making sure that his whole scalp is covered in suds. He scoffs at this, thinking that you’re making fun of him. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lower your gaze to meet his eyes, finding insecurity dancing through them.
“I’m being serious. I wish I had brightly colored hair, maybe purple or something. Guess I wasn’t so lucky.” Going back to massaging his scalp, he looks up at you, utterly flabbergasted.
“You really think so?” He asks softly, timidity laced through his tone. You nod in response, a gentle smile on your face. Humming softly, the clown takes in the new information, wondering what else you think about him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the way your fingers carefully danced across his head felt incredible, not being able to remember the last time someone treated him so gently.
Reasoning that his hair was thoroughly soapy, you dunk your hands in the warm water to get rid of the remaining suds and quickly dry them with a towel. Subsequently grabbing the cup, you fill it with water and begin to wash the shampoo out of his hair. He stares at you all the while as if he is trying to commit your face to memory. After all the soap is washed out, you squeeze the ends of his hair to rid it of any excess water and grab a towel to wrap around his head. Leaning back to get a good look at him, you smile, finding his curious expression cute.
“Now for the face,” you utter, moving to grab a fresh towel and the bar of soap.
“Wait a second, you’re going to wash my face too?” asks Buggy, his timbre uneasy. You nod in response, replying in a steady tone.
“You’ve been wearing the makeup for so long that it’s partially gone.” Smiling at him softly, not expecting him to be so nervous. He laughs bitterly, not an ounce of humor in his voice.
“Can… can you just leave it?” His question is soft, and your surprise is visible on your face.
“You do know that leaving makeup on for too long is bad for your skin right?” You quip, trying to lighten his mood. Letting out a shaky breath, he shakes his head softly, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to say. Your smile drops, and you watch him for a moment, figuring out what to do next. His face paint seems to be a sensitive topic, and you don't want to push him too far.
“How about this,” you start, a kind smile returning to your face, “If you let me wash off this old makeup, I’ll redo it for you so it’s nice and fresh.” Sitting across from him calmly, you try to give off a safe and non-threatening aura to make him feel more comfortable around you. He stares at you for a moment, astonished that you would offer such a thing. You stay silent, patiently waiting for a response.
“You’d do that for me?” he asks after a moment, the surprise in his voice evident. You nod, making sure to maintain the soft smile on your face. “You’re in luck because I just got some new face paints.” Leaning over to open the drawer of your desk, you pull out a palette with every color of the rainbow on it and some clean brushes, holding them up so he could see. He tilts his head in response, trying to discern whether or not you were serious. After what feels like forever, he finally returns your smile and nods.
“Deal. Can you make it match how it normally looks?” He looks up at you with a soft smile, secretly hoping that you’ll do a decent job.
“Of course.” Grinning, you grab the towel and soap, excited that he’s letting you do this. You wet the soap bar, rubbing it between your hands to generate some bubbles, and gently start the wash the old makeup off his face. The clown continues to stare at you, though his energy is much more relaxed than before.
“You’re really pretty,” he comments after a moment, causing your hands to falter. Feeling the heat rise to your face, you smile, taking a moment to meet his gaze.
“You’re pretty too,” you mutter softly. Now that his face is mostly clean, you see a light blush begin to form on his cheeks.
“I’m nowhere near as pretty as you.” The confidence is back in his voice, and he winks at you flirtily. You can help breaking out into a smile, choosing not to say anything in response. He watches you quietly as you wash the soap off of his face. Unbeknownst to you, Buggy never let anyone see him without makeup, but something about you told him that he could trust you. He’d also be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the view of your face being so close to his.
“Now for the fun part.” Grabbing the palette with one hand and a brush with another, you grin at him, excited to replicate his face paint. Truth be told, you loved doing makeup, but the only person who would let you do it was Luffy. There was one time Nami let you do hers, but it was after everyone else went to bed and she wiped it off immediately after. Your smile faltered at the thought of the orange-haired girl, and you remembered why Buggy was with your crew in the first place. The clown immediately noticed and looked up at you inquisitively.
“You okay?” He asks softly, already missing your smile. You nod and debate on telling him the truth, ultimately deciding that you should.
“I’m just thinking about Nami.” You force a smile back on your face, but Buggy can tell it’s not real.
“That’s the girl Arlong took, right? Fiery personality with hair to match?” He asks, and the description of her causes a genuine smile to come across your face. You nod softly.
“That’s the one.” Staring at him with interest, you wonder if he’ll tell you Arling’s location since he clearly knows it.
“We both know I know where they are, and truth be told I had no intention of telling any of you, but something about you is special.” Your eyes widen at his words, was he really going to give it up that easily?
“He’s at Arlong Park, and I’ll bet she’s with him. I’ll take you there, as a thank you for all this.” You beam at him, ecstatic at the thought of saving Nami. It’s at that moment when Buggy decides your smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You rush out, your excitement getting the best of you. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and nods, a smile on his face as well.
“Now be quiet so I can do your makeup,” you say cheekily, dipping the brush into the white knowing that it’s the base for his signature look. He laughs in response but has one last thing to say.
“Do you need me to tell you how to do it?” He looks at you as you shake your head, your smile still prevalent.
“I’ve seen so many of your bounty posters, I’ve practically got it memorized.” His eyes widen at this, and his grin gets bigger.
“Oh, do I have myself a secret admirer?” The clown asks smugly, and he notices the blush that falls upon your face. If he knew it was so easy to make you flustered, he would have done it far sooner, finding you absolutely adorable.
“Shut up and let me work.” You bark, your tone not holding any aggression. He laughs again but does as you say, and you begin to paint his face white. For once, he remains silent, watching you work. Before long, the base is done and you move on to the blue triangles above and below his eyes. You stay silent as your brush runs along his face, wanting to make it look perfect until a thought comes into your head.
“You know something?” He hums, prompting you to continue. “You have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.” Said eyes widen, never having been told that before. Buggy silently thanks the universe for the makeup covering his face because he can feel the heavy blush rising to his cheeks.
“Th-thanks,” he mutters quietly, not sure how to respond. You tilt your head at him, curiously studying his face.
“You’re not used to receiving compliments, are you?” Smiling at him softly, you watch as he shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh.
“Usually I’m the one giving the compliments.” He looks up to meet your gaze, partially expecting you to laugh at him. You do nothing of the sort, instead smiling at him gently.
“Well, that’s a shame because I think you’re pretty handsome.” You wink at him, wanting to make him feel more comfortable since flirting seems to be one of his pastimes. His eyes widen again, the surprise written all over his face. Without saying anything else, you finish the blue around his eyes and move on to the red, cleaning the brush and dipping it into the face paint. The clown stays silent as you work on the red smile around his mouth, internally wondering if you meant what you said. When you get to his nose, he tenses up, a clear indicator that he’s insecure about it. You make sure to be extra careful as you paint the red onto his skin.
“I meant what I said, I do find you quite attractive.” His eyes search yours for any hint of insincerity but find none. The king of flirting himself is stunned into silence, feeling his heart flutter at your words. You say nothing else and go back to finishing the makeup. Deciding to observe your face while he had the opportunity, he notices that you stick your tongue out slightly when concentrated, and he swears he’s never seen anything cuter.
“All done!” You pull away proudly, assessing your work. It looks almost identical to his bounty picture, and you internally pat yourself on the back for your memory. Getting up to grab a mirror, you find one in the small dresser and bring it towards Buggy, holding it up so he can see his reflection. He looks in the mirror and instantly grins, impressed with your makeup skills.
“You know, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew.” You chuckle in response, not thinking that he’s being serious.
“You need a professional makeup artist?” You joke, internally glad he thinks you did a good job.
“No really, we could use someone like you.” His proposal shocks you, not expecting him to say something like that.
“You don’t know me,” you speak quietly. He just smiles at you, taking in your beauty.
“I know enough. You’re kind, funny, and great at makeup.” The clown winks at you, enjoying the surprise on your face. “I’ve also heard you are quite the fighter.” Smirking at you, he gives you a look that tells you he means what he says. You just stare at him in silence, having a hard time believing your ears.
“So, sweetness, what do you say?” Gaping at him, you blink a few times, processing his offer. After a moment, you sigh, indecision written all over your features.
“I don't know, I’d have to leave the straw hats, and I’m not sure I could do that.” Surprisingly, his face softens at your words.
“Tell you what, let’s head off to save your friend and find my body, and then you can decide.” His smile remains soft, which is unusual for the clown. “I don’t think your current crew appreciates you. I mean, look at today, they gave you the task of babysitting me when you have so much more to offer.” Eyes widening at his words, you realize that maybe he’s right.
“Luffy appreciates me,” you whisper softly, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince him or yourself.
“He might, but grass head certainly doesn’t.” You want to smirk at the nickname for Zoro, but there’s too much going on in your mind for your facial muscles to pull through.
“All I’m going to say is this, you’d have a real place in my crew, and not just on the bottom of the totem pole. Besides, I think you like my company just as much as I like yours.” He gazes at you, studying your body language, and you realize that he’s right, you do enjoy his company. You start nibbling on your lip out of nervous habit, and he picks up on it immediately.
“You don’t have to decide now, we can go rescue your friend first, okay?” He watches your shoulders visibly relax at that, and smiles in return.
“Okay.” You say softly, smiling back at him. “Your hair should be dry now.” Moving closer, you carefully take the towel off his head and giggle at the fluffy blue mess.
“Thank the stars I have a brush.” Buggy chuckles at the comment and watches you grab the hairbrush with a smile on his face. Softly working through the tangles, you watch as his hair goes from frizzy to smooth. As you’re running the brush through his mane one last time, the door opens, revealing a shocked and somewhat appalled Zoro.
“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yells the swordsman, and you turn to him with a confused look.
“Well, you told me to watch him so I did.” You shrug, not liking the attitude coming from your crewmate.
“I said watch him, not give him a makeover! Did you do his makeup too?” The horrified look on Zoro’s face made Buggy laugh, not used to seeing the man lose his cool.
“You guys never let me do your makeup, so I had to improvise!” You bark back, crossing your arms. Zoro just stares at you silently, clearly having difficulty processing your kindness towards the clown. After a while, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.
“Whatever. Luffy needs him so we can find out where Nami is.” He mirrors your stance, crossing his arms.
“I already know where she is,” you spit, growing tired of the way he speaks to you. The swordsman scoffs, not believing you for a second.
“Oh, really? How?” A faux smile creeps onto his face, prepared to catch you in a lie.
“Because Buggy told me.” Zoro’s face drops and the man is stunned into silence. The clown immediately bursts into laughter, enjoying Zoro’s dumbfounded look. The green-haired man gawks for a moment, before moving his hands around, silently asking the question ‘how’.
“Because they’re nice and you’re an asshole,” Buggy says smugly, and you can tell he’d be crossing his arms if he had the rest of his body. You break out into a soft chuckle at this, which snaps Zoro out of his trance.
“I’m not explaining this to Luffy, so you better take the head and go find him.” The swordsman scoffs again before leaving the room, shaking his head the whole time. Rolling your eyes, you move back toward the clown, mumbling to yourself while putting his hair back in a ponytail.
“Don’t let him get to you, he won’t know what he has until it’s gone.” Buggy’s cheeky grin triggers your own, and you laugh softly, gently picking him up to go find Luffy.
Concept: Rumors started floating around the ship that buggy’s fuck toy was carrying more than a little extra weight these days…
Warnings: Cursing, yelling, physical violence.
Buggy has been noticing over the last couple of weeks that his bed warmer has been gaining weight. As he didn’t mind, he never said anything about it. It gave him more to grope and hold on to during his nightly routine of getting his dick wet. It also made them easier to sleep with at night. Better than any stick thing acrobat he has before. So he honestly didn’t mind and didn’t think more being it.
Until he was given a reason to.
Buggy was working with Cabaji on the tasks that needed taking care of that day. He could tell that Cabaji was acting a little off, but let it go until he couldn’t anymore. “Cabaji, what is your fucking problem?” He snapped, grabbing the man sharply by his jacket and pulling him towards him.
Cabaji thought he had been doing a good job at keeping himself distracted. Apparently he hasn’t done a good enough job and dropped the log he was holding when he was snatched up. “I’m sorry, Captain.” He instantly dropped his eyes and went into apology mode. “It’s just a stupid rumor that has me distracted. I promise it’s out of my head.” He pleaded, hoping that he could get him to forgive his distracted attitude.
With blue-green eyes that locked hard on his target, Buggy growled at his chief before letting him go. A smile and a laugh suddenly coming from him. “What are the rumors this time?” He asked, taking a few steps away from Cabaji. “Do we secretly have ghosts on the ship again?” He asked playfully, weighing his fingers and making mock ghost noises.
Unsure of how to tell him the rumors, Cabaji looked around at the others in the room before turning his eyes back to Buggy. “Captain, I believe it’s best if we talk about this alone.” He advised, he facial expression giving away that these rumors were more serious in nature. For a crew that wasn’t very serious outside of their performance, that was saying something.
“OUT!” Buggy roared after a moment of silence. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” He continued, chasing the others out of the office before using a detached hand to slam the door shut. With a stomp, he moved to the other side of his desk and sat down with a huff. Reconnecting his hands, he waved at Cabaji to spit it out.
“Sir…” Cabaji paused, his mouth opening and closing several times as he struggled to find the words. He knew Buggy long enough to know that if these rumors were true, the Captain would of certainly said something by now. He jumped slightly as Buggy yelled at him to spit it out. “There are rumors that… she’s… pregnant… with your baby.” He said the words in a rush. Hurting to spit them out.
“Come again?” Buggy asked, he fully well heard what Cabaji had said, but for some reason he didn't really understand the words that he spoke. It was like this ringing was going on in his ears suddenly.
“The crew is taking about how she’s gaining weight, having morning sickness, has had to request extra fabric to adjust her clothing, hasn’t had any requests in for certain female products, she’s been found randomly crying over small things, isn’t drinking alcohol—“
“That’s enough, I get the picture.” Buggy’s heart was slamming hard in his chest. The ringing feeling like it has only gotten louder the more Cabaji had explaind everything he had heard. “Has she said anything?”
“No, sir.” Cabaji watched his captain carefully for his reaction. Waiting to see if he would have to move suddenly or if he needs to be worried that he would shoot the messenger.
“Bring her to me.” Buggy responded flatly, his facial expression being that of stone. Unreadable to his chief of staff, but it wasn't him that needed to be worried about how he would respond. “Now.”
“Yes Captain.” Cabaji instantly turned and retreated from his Captain's sight. Moving to quickly as he searched to find her.
While waiting for Cabaji to come back with her, Buggy did the math in his head. Considering that there has been a rare night where he hadn't had sex with her. In particular, he loved to eat her out when she was on her period and he started counting backwards from the last time he remembered doing it. It was fourteen weeks ago if he remembered correctly.
Cabaji briefly appeared long enough to open the door to the office and let her step in before closing it behind her. If Buggy lost his cool, there would be no one to protect her and he couldn't step in for her.
As Buggy's blue-green eyes watched her step in, he patted his hand on his knee and encouraged her closer. "Hi beautiful." He greeted as she got within arm's reach, pulling her into his lap behind his desk.
“You wanted to see me, Captain?” She said sweetly to him. His green-blue eyes watching her carefully as she leaned into him sweetly.
“I heard a rumor…” Buggy’s voice growled lowly in her ear. One of his hands coming around to her stomach and resting there. He could feel her breathing pick up as he said the words. Watching as her body language tensed.
“What was the rumor?” She asked, her tone holding a bit of nervousness in it as he watched her carefully. He was watching her much like a predator was their prey and he picked up on the hint in her voice.
Buggy slowly moved his hand back and forth across her stomach, getting a soft hum of a response out of her and feeling the tell-tale firmness of her stomach under the fat. “That this isn’t just a little bit of weight…” He whispered in her ear, feeling her body tense up against him. “That you actually have my baby in there.”
He watched as she jumped off of his lap ad Buggy let her as she got scared. “I’m sorry!” She instantly began crying as he watched her in the middle of the room. He watched her as she sank to her knees on the floor. Her posture becomg increasingly submissive. “I can explain!”
“Oh, please do!” Buggy's voice roared out from him. How could she keep something like this from him! Him of all people! “I’d like to hear why I had to hear from a rumorgoing around the whole crew instead of from you!” He said, shooting up from his chair and coming to stand over her kneeling form.
"I was scared!" He watched as she sobbed heavily from the floor at his feet. He felt as she grabbed onto his as she cried into his pants. "I was scared to tell you!" She pleaded her case to him with fat heavy tears. "I swear, I haven't told anyone else. They must of figured it out on their own."
Reaching down, Buggy stuck his hand in her hair and pulled her up from the floor. "Why didn't you tell me?" He growled at her, his facing coming close to her's. His pride was more injured and he felt betrayed that she -- the woman who warmed his bed everynight -- the woman he trusted to be next to him when he was most vunerable -- wouldn't tell him something like this.
"Buggy--- I'm sorry." He watched her continue to cry out. Watched and felt her hands grab at his shirt and she pulled herself closer to him. Burying her face into his chest. His hand still firmly holding her hair. "I didn't know what you would of done when I told you. You're unpredictable." She continued to sob out.
With a growl, Buggy let go of her hair and dropped his arm behind her back. Something in him caving and loosing the fire to be angry. She wasn't wrong and he internally flinched when she called him unpredictable. "You should of trusted me." He grumbled, his arm around her pulling her closer into his chest. Letting her cry into his chest as he held her.
There’s probably only like 2 of you who know that the Buggy-centric story “With You” on AO3 is mine, but I need the 2 of you to know that I lied. I lied so hard. This bitch is absolutely not ending with the next chapter. Why? Because i have no self control and despite ch9 only being half written and still under 3k words, i can already tell actually finishing it all in 1 chapter will make it SO long so CHAPTER 10. CHAPTER 10 WILL BE THE FINAL CHAPTER FOR REAL THIS TIME 🧌🧌🧌🧌🧌
CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Mostly suggestive flirting and mentions of kidnapping and imprisonment. Reader character has sustained head injury. Oh, you also get choked. Buggy is an a-hole, but that's why we all love him.
Word Count: 2K
Summary: You've been kidnapped and can't remember a thing. Good news! Ole Captain Buggy is here to make you feel more like yourself.
A/N: Alright this is my first ever fan fiction to grace the website we all know and love. I originally wanted to be a fic writer when I joined tumblr, and now, my time has finally come. This Buggy is very much based off of OPLA, since I never actually got into the anime until recently. Tying to keep him in character, but the plot is very much of my own design.
Being new to this, I would love any feedback you might have. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, and would make my little heart sing. Okay, that's all, enjoy.
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“Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up.”
You woke to his voice. Your eyes slowly opening – or attempted to open – before becoming conscious of a stabbing aching pain racking your skull. You rolled over on your side, cradling your head in your hands and shutting your eyes tight. The soft candle light in the dark of your room eased the pain, but whatever relief you found was immediately wiped out by the shrill sound of him speaking.
“Ya know, I thought they killed you.” You could hear his heavy steps pacing the room, the sound too loud, his voice too harsh. He spoke with such levity, a certain air of nonchalance in his tone. He thought this was funny.
“I mean, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting you aboard my ship,” he paused, grabbing a chair and dragging it across the floor. A high pitched sound emitting from wood scraping wood – a sound he made on purpose just to cause more pain. You winced.
“But I didn’t think my crew hurt you this badly.” A tone of mock concern fell from his lips. “You must have put up a real knock out fight.”
He sat across from you. Spreading his legs and leaning over to get closer. Your body was curled up on a poorly made and uncomfortable plank of wood some might dare to call a bed. The “blankets” around you were nothing more than used burlap and tattered bits of sail.
He got quiet, you heard the ocean and people stomping and shouting above you. Then, so quietly, just above a whisper, “I don’t usually keep damaged goods, but you’re much better off lying here than wreaking havoc on my ship.”
It took all your strength to peel open your eyes and pull your hands away from your head. Breathing heavily, you pushed yourself upright. The clench in your jaw both from the pain you were in and the anger you felt.
Through your blurry vision, you could just barely make out a red nose. His eyes were piercing green, like the ocean after a storm. The clown makeup, the bright blue hair, you’d seen his wanted poster before.
Buggy the Clown – wanted for 15,000,000 Berry.
“I’ll burn this whole ship down,” you said. “I’ll sink it to the bottom of the East Blue.”
Your threat came out much weaker than you intended. You were fighting nausea and an intense dizziness you were struggling to keep under control. It seems the clown caught on. He gently pushed his palm into your forehead with a flourish causing you to fall back down onto the bed gripping either side of your head in your hands.
“Aw see,” he said, standing to lean over your body. “That’s why you’re gonna stay right here,” he said, punctuating the last two words.
He made his way to the exit and grabbed the barred door. He pulled it shut with a loud clatter. You felt the metal sound resonate in your skull causing you to push your palms into your eyes.
“Night night, doll! We’ll chat some more tomorrow.” A loud cackling laugh resounded down the hallway. It made you want to scream.
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And so, he came back to torture you everyday. Never brought you food or water, instead opting to send random crew members each visit. He didn’t want you making any friends. The only constant was one meal at night and a prompt visit from him following. He never said much, and if he did, you could hardly recall what you spoke about.
You started feeling better. You were able to get up, start walking around your prison. You clocked that you’d been at sea only four days. One porthole you could see out of – if you climbed some precarious boxes – told you you were in the middle of nowhere. Far away from any visible land.
The sun was setting, the sky turning a gorgeous orange color and the ocean turning pink in return. His boots thumped down the stairs, you could hear him shouting up towards the deck, “Hey, shit for brains, if I didn’t make myself clear earlier, I want to be docked in that harbor YESTERDAY! GET. A. MOVE ON!”
Wherever this circus boat was headed, it was moving fast, but clearly not fast enough. What was the hurry? What was the clown’s goal? And with so little in the cargo hold … It wasn’t like he had a huge haul. Were we being followed by another ship? You didn’t ever see anyone from your tiny window, and the conversations above were so muffled that gathering any kind of intelligence was near impossible.
“HONEY, I’M HOME!”
You ran from your porthole back onto the bed, pulling the blankets up around you. You did your best to slow your breathing and pretend you were asleep.
“Oh sweets,” he sighed, draping himself through the bars. “I know you’re awake.”
The smile you knew he had on, the sickeningly sweet way he spoke to you, it made you angry. You heard the door unlock and slowly swing open.
You were feeling stronger. Though the ship was in the middle of nowhere, if you could just surprise him, lock him up long enough to get to a lifeboat. You could get away.
“Doll, enough games, okay? It's only fun when I want to play, and I really don’t feel like playing with my toys right now.”
He got closer, close enough you decided. You sprang from the bed making a move to pull any number of the knives from his belt. As you grabbed for his waist, you felt a gloved hand wrap itself around your throat and push you against the wall.
“Oh ho ho, you have GOT to be KIDDING.” He laughed hysterically. “I mean wow, honey, I knew you were bold but I didn’t take you for an idiot,” he spat the last insult inches from your face tightening his grip. Your hands flew up to his wrist attempting to loosen the strangling grip he had on you.
His body pressed to yours, his knee slotting itself in the space between your legs. You were fully pinned, unable to move with the full weight of the pirate against you.
That’s when you heard the long knife unsheathe itself from his belt. The sharp metal pushing into your side. Your eyes, once full of defiance, widened to reflect the fear you felt. Your eyebrows pressing together in a pleading look as your lungs burned, the need for air growing stronger.
“Mhmm, I knew I’d like that face on you,” he whispered. “You gonna be a good girl if I let you go?” You nodded slowly, then felt the knife push impossibly further to the flesh of your hip. The nod quickened, your eyes clamping shut, preparing for the worst.
Then, he let you drop. Your hands flying to your throat, bruising surely setting in, as you gasped for air.
“I told you, doll, not in the mood to play,” he said, sheathing the weapon. “I have something I need from you.”
He nodded in the direction of the small table and stools. You hesitantly pulled yourself upright, sharpened gaze never once leaving his larger figure. You were like a mouse in a cage with a snake – look away and you might be his next meal.
You sat across one another as he pulled a map from his coat. His large gloved hands smoothed the cotton-soft paper out in front of you. The candlelight flickered over the page, the night finally setting in, the air growing colder.
The thin slip-like dress you wore did barely enough to retain your modesty. You pulled your arms across your chest, staving off the cold and attempting to cover your chest. Sitting there with him eyeing you across the table, you became more aware of your body and the night air prickling your skin. If he was attracted to your shape, he didn’t show it.
“You know what this is?” he asked.
“A map,” you replied flatly.
He laughed. “Funny, sweetheart. Yeah, your captain knows it’s – .”
“YOU are NOT my captain,” you spat back before he could even finish his sentence.
The smile spread further across his face, “If you aren’t joining my crew then you'll stay my prisoner.”
“Is that what this is about, you want me to join your band of seafaring freaks?” You were picking a fight you knew you couldn’t win. He knew it too.
“I think I made myself very clear but, if you need a little extra explaining, I don’t mind. You did hit that pretty head very hard a few weeks ago.”
“Weeks?” You did your best to keep your voice even as panic began to settle in your chest.
“Your…” it took a moment for him to find the right words, “temperament was difficult to say the least. If I thought getting you on board was hard, oh boy! Talk about keeping you quiet! But, it wasn’t anything a little sleeping powder couldn’t fix.”
He’s cocky, he knew springing this information on you would leave you feeling confused and uncertain. Was every move he made this calculated?
“We all got used to how quiet you were, so much … easier to watch.” His eyes traced up and down your frame. You got your answer, that remark was calculated and so was his decision to finally regard your attire.
He was stronger, he had more weapons at his disposal. The clown capitan knew he could say whatever he wanted, and there was hardly anything you could do about it. But that didn’t stop you from opening your mouth.
“What do you want with me and why the hell am I on your ship?”
All he could do was smile and chuckle in return, “That’s so funny, beautiful, truly. You are so much more entertaining when you're conscious. But, I’m going to need you to stop playing dumb, okay? It’s really starting to piss me off.”
His eyes were getting darker, his words sharpening. You were really starting to wish you knew what he was talking about but, god help you, you had no clue. You couldn’t remember how you got here, and now that you started racking your brain for answers, you realized you couldn’t remember anything about yourself.
Your name? Yes. You knew that. Family? Nothing. Village? A small seaside town, but the details were fuzzy. Who were you before this? You didn’t even know how long you were at sea and now you can’t even remember the basics.
The confusion in your mind began to make itself plain on your face.
“Oh no,” his tone began to change, the grin dropping from his face. “No no no no no -- you really don’t know do you?”
You looked up and saw his expression contorted between realization and anger. “SHIT! No! Gah! This was not supposed to happen this way! God fucking DAMN IT!”
He pushed himself up from the table with a fury, and something you’d never seen him carry before, frustration. Up until now, the blue haired man had acted with such a confident air, but now, it seemed like everything was falling apart. You made no move to speak, just watched as he paced the room spitting various curses into the empty space.
Then he finally turned to you, slowly on his heels. “No, you know what, this is fine.” He smiled, collecting himself. “All of this is just fine.” He began to stalk toward you.
“You’re here, on my ship, and that is alllllll that matters right now.” He placed both hands down on the table in front of you, leaning over the map and getting dangerously close to your face.
“We will just have to work through this little hiccup together. Huh? What do you say?”
“You can go to hell. I don’t know anything about this map, or what you need from me. Any information you're looking for is gone because your moronic sideshow and its excessive force scrambled any memories I had,” you spat.
“Okay gorgeous,” his emerald eyes not breaking contact with your (e/c). “Suit yourself.”
His tactics weren’t working, he knew it. It was time to change the game. Play from a different angle. You didn’t remember who you were, what you were, he’d help you remember, and maybe add a few memories into the mix. The mind was a fragile place, its chemistry could be changed so easily. Enough of the fear and frustration, it’s always easier to attract flies with honey than with vinegar.
