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soft-mafia · 4 months

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Very Wrong Place, and VERY Wrong Time

warnings: nsfw, oc insert, fem reader, smut, VERY risky sex, established relationship, fingering, daddy kink, Buggy detaching his dick, kind of short, not really proof read

a/n: I’m backkkk I’ve finally came out of hibernation and burnout and I decided to whip up sometime spicy

Buggy still couldn’t believe that Y/n was on a lower level than he was. I mean, he was glad he hadn’t been freezing his butt off in level 5, but how was his girlfriend’s bounty higher than his?! What the hell did she even do?! It wasn’t fair, and frankly, emasculating. That all wouldn’t matter though as soon as they got out of here. Buggy was running up the staircase to level 2, with Y/n, and Mr. 3 in tow.

Galdino had to make one of his wax boxes for them to hide in until all of the beasts cleared out of the way.. which proved to be longer than initially thought. “Why the hell are they just sitting around?!” Buggy growled in a whisper, looking through a little peep hole. “We can wait until they’re asleep, then we can run.” Y/n suggested. “No way. That’s too risky, they’d wake up to a pin drop there’s no way all three of us are getting past them.” Mr. 3 replied.

“I can fight them off. I can keep them distracted while you two can run-” Y/n started, but Buggy quickly interjected.

“WHAT?! There’s no way in hell I’m letting you do that!” He growled, looking down at her. She furrowed her brows and squinted at him, “‘Letting’ me?”

He pressed his lips together, breaking a nervous sweat before looking back out through the peep hole, “Uh— let’s just wait for them to go away. There’s no harm in waiting, all of the guards are busy somewhere else anyway..” he gulped. Y/n sighed and leaned against the wax wall.

They had been sitting there for what seemed like forever. Galdino had taken a nap, Buggy was leaned against the wall, and Y/n rested on his chest, nestled between his legs. One hand rested on her waist while the other was gently brushing his fingers back and forth on her cheek, occasionally messing with her hair. It felt so nice to hold her in his arms after all of this mess, to have her cuddled up to him like the old times.

She moved her head up to rest against the crook of his neck, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. He swallowed quietly, perhaps he was a little pent up from being in this prison, or a bit frustrated from all of the bullshit he had to go through, but the way Y/n was rubbing up on him right now was making him antsy. He gently put his hand on her jaw and tilted her head up, placing a kiss on her lips, it was such a relief, like getting a sip of cold, fresh water after a good run. She looked up at him with her big eyes. “You ok, baby?” He asked quietly, softly, his words ghosting against her lips.

“Yeah.” She whispered back at him, hands moving up to hold his shoulders. “You’re so warm. I haven’t held you like this in so long..” He chuckled quietly, giving her another kiss, holding her jaw, his other hand moves lower down her body, down her hip, fingers moving into the hem of her pants, “Captain- not here.” Y/n whispered, looking over to where Galindo was napping. “Come on he’s sleeping!!” Buggy hissed, “Just a quickie, please!” He squeezed her hip, a pleading look in his eye.

“F-Fine.” Y/n bit her lip, moving back to straddle Buggy’s lap, she kissed Buggy’s bottom lip then looked back up at him, “Let’s hope he’s a heavy sleeper.”

Buggy grinned before pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, “Oh Y/n, you beautiful, beautiful girl.” He whispered, pulling her pants down below her hips along with her panties, “Be quiet for me?” He smirked. Y/n nodded and bit her bottom lip, watching Buggy detach his hand so his fingers could toy with her clit easily, she buried her face into his neck again to stifle her moans, whimpering against his skin, making him shutter and let out a soft breath, “Atta girl.” He kissed the side of her head, moving his fingers back and forth, his palm cupping over her pussy as he got her clit nice and wet, “Yeah, I know you’ve missed me.” He smirked, gently slapping her ass with his free hand, then rubbing soft circles around the area.

“Look at how wet you are for me, such a little slut, ready for my cock huh?” He teased, whispering in her ear as he continued to toy with her clit. Y/n let out a muffled whimper while grinding against Buggy’s finger, her hips moving on their own to get more pleasure, twitching and trembling. Buggy’s free hand moved to pull the hem of his pants down, low enough to where he could free his hard, throbbing cock, his thick blue pubic hair was a fluffy mess, “Gotta stay quiet for me, ok?” Buggy whispered to her again, before slowly guiding her hips onto his member.

Y/n had to squeeze her hand over her mouth to stifle her noises, his cock was thick, it had been so long since he’s fucked her she’s forgotten how girthy he was. Buggy grunted softly under his breath at the way she clenched around him on impact, “Shhh shh, relax.” He whispered, rubbing her back gently with one hand as he slowly eased her down to the base with the other, “There we go.” He grunted, then swiftly pulled Y/n’s hand away from her mouth so he could replace it with his lips.

As he moved her up and down on his cock, silently yet rhythmically, their lips molded together, sucking on the other like they were each other’s life support. Y/n’s hands slung around his shoulders, she moved her hips while bouncing on his cock.

He groaned quietly into the kiss, letting his penis detach so he could get deeper into her, hitting all of her sweet spots, letting her whimper into his mouth, “Fuck I missed this.” He growled into the kiss, giving her ass another gently slap, gripping onto her hips as he thrusted his cock deeper into her. “Ah..~ Captain..” Y/n moaned, their eyes locked for a moment before their lips locked again. Buggy had to make sure to keep her quiet, to make sure they could get away with this for as long as possible, but to also hurry it up to save himself from the embarrassment. His new friend wasn’t going to be napping forever, after all.

Buggy groaned, letting Y/n rest her head against his chest to stifle her noises while he leaned his head back and grit his teeth, picking up his speed, perfectly concealed within Y/n’s walls whenever he would thrust deep. He kept her steady, feeling her trembling and twitching beneath his grasp just urged him to keep going, the feeling of her trembling on his cock made him go crazy, closer to orgasm. “Captain.. I-I’m gonna cum.” She whispered breathily.

“Do it.” Buggy growled softly, commanding her to spill her juices on him, even though he loved her to bits, he was still her captain. Y/n arched her back, biting down on her bottom lip as she came, her walls clenching and fluttering around him, a sweet feeling between her legs as her pussy squeezed around his fat cock. Buggy smirked, that helpless look of orgasm on her face made him feel pride, he was really the only man who can ever see Y/n like this after all.

“That’s my girl, now let daddy do his work.” Buggy chuckled hoarsely, gripping her hips, his fingers gripping into her ass, he groaned deeply at the feeling as his cock moved in and out, he knew he had to be quick as he could hear the faint slapping noises grow louder. Y/n was still fluttering around him, still trembling on him, he grunted behind grit teeth as he tilted his head back again, beads of sweat running down his forehead and smearing his makeup.

He growled, then buried his mouth into the top of Y/n’s head to stifle a guttural grunt before releasing his thick load deep into Y/n’s pussy. They both panted heavily, Buggy was drenched in sweat and seeing stars. Y/n was leaning against him, still trembling, holding onto his slightly damp prison shirt, he smoothly pulled his cock out of Y/n and attached it back to his body, pulling up his pants shortly after. “Ahhh.. that felt so much better.” Buggy groaned, forgetting to whisper which led to Y/n quickly covering his mouth, pulling her pants up with her other hand, he did the same thing— although his hand was placed over top of Y/n’s.

“Shut up!! He’s still sleeping and we’re a fucking mess!” Y/n hissed at him, her cheeks still flushed from sex. “Sorry! Sorry!” Buggy croaked, his words muffled by her hand slapped over his mouth.

They both glanced over at Mr. 3, who was thankfully still asleep. They both sighed quietly in relief. Y/n fanned herself with her hand, “This is awful.. they had no showers here in the first place now I’m even more sticky thanks to you.” Y/n’s complaints couldn’t help but make Buggy chortle, he leaned back against the wax wall with his arms behind his head, tufts of fluffy blue pit hair peeking out from his torn sleeves, “Oh don’t be such a drama queen. I promise I’ll run you a cold little bath once we get back to the Big Top.” Y/n gently slapped him on the chest, “Put your arms down, your pits stink.” She frowned at him, putting a hand over her own face. “Don’t talk to me like that when you’re sitting there full of my cum you little brat!” Buggy snapped loudly, which earned a small groan from Galindo across the box.

Y/n and Buggy both turned to look at him with wide eyes as he stirred awake. “How long was I asleep? Are the beasts gone—“ he quickly covered his nose, “Buggy put your arms down, we’ve talked about this!!”

Buggy growled and sat up straight, “YOU GUYS ARE SERIOUSLY JERKS!!!!”

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy imagines #buggy smut #one piece smut #buggy the clown x reader #buggy headcanons #one piece x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x oc #oc x buggy #reader x buggy

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pumpkincottageart · 7 months

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Buggy the Clown 🎪🏴

Cross Guild 1/3 (or 4?)

#trying a new style #buggy #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy x reader #cross guild #one piece #fanart #opla #buggy x oc

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rorywritesjunk · 6 months

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All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

It was Buggy's turn to do your makeup.

Rating: R because the girlfriend can't keep her hands to herself or keep her dirty mind from wandering.

Warning: None really, just suggestive themes. Buggy has a bun because I can't help myself, and chest hair. Mentions of nipple piercings on Buggy because why not? And Buggy is a damn tease as well.

A/N: Sequel to the makeup fic. I wrote two versions of this before deciding the second one was more on track with how the original went. It's inspired by a tag from @sporadicthingcollection from the first fic. Title comes from "Closer" by Tegan & Sara.

Part One is here!

The bath had been comforting, warm, and much needed. This time it wasn't Buggy having a bad day and needing some pampering, it was you. Between losing half your groceries from ripped bags to a pot of water boiling over on the stove and making a huge mess, your foot had also been run-over by Cabaji on his unicycle while you were trying to help some of the performers literally find their marks. It wasn't the first time your foot was a victim to the unicycle, but in the chaos of the day, you didn't think to wear shoes and well, the tread-mark shaped cuts on your foot was a reminder to do so next time.

You toweled off and pulled your robe on, wincing as you limped over to the bed to sit. Buggy was sitting at his vanity, only in his underwear as he unwinded from the day as well. His hair was up in a messy bun, his back to you as he wiped away the day's makeup. It was always a fascinating sight to you, and you knew you were lucky to see him in a near vulnerable state like this.

He rummaged through the drawers of the vanity for something before looking up at the mirror and seeing you reflected back at him on the bed. He smirked, the red around his mouth still prominent, making the smirk appear larger than it was.

"See something you like?" He teased. You flushed at being caught staring.

"Always." You shot back as you continued watching him, a thought coming to your mind. It was dumb to ask. You both were going to bed in the next few hours, but you didn't know when a better time to ask would be. "Buggy, can I ask you something?"

"Depends." He replied as he looked back at himself in the mirror. "What is it?"

"Um… could you do my makeup?" You asked. "It's just… I like seeing how you do yours and… thought maybe you'd be able to do mine? But I get it if you don't want to, you know, I don't think I really have the face for it."

He pushed his chair away from the vanity and stood up. He didn't say anything as he turned to face you and crossed the room in just a few steps. You wondered if you offended him somehow by the way he grabbed your face when he approached you, staring down at you before smashing his lips against yours in a surprising kiss. You gasped when he pulled away, head spinning as you wondered what the fuck brought that on.

"Thought you'd never ask." He grinned. "Let's get started."

He went back to the vanity and started rummaging through drawers, piling whatever his findings were on the top. You wondered if you should even bother to change into clothes since you would likely end up naked by the end anyway, it would be less of a hassle to stay in your robe.

He came back over a few minutes later and gestured for you to scoot into the middle of the bed. Oh, he was going to do it on the bed, like how you did for him. You scooted to the middle of the bed and grabbed a pillow to stick under your head before making sure your robe stayed closed. He crawled on top of you, knees on either side of your body as you moved your hands to rest over your chest. He didn't need to pin your hands down because you weren't going to grope him like he did to you every time you did his makeup.

Once he settled on top of you and you realized the view you would have, you suddenly realized that oh, you can see why he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Sure, you had been under him plenty of times, but not like this. For one thing, his thighs were right there. Of course you've been between them, looking up at him from the ground as you sometimes knelt down in front of him while he sat in his captain's chair, his pants undone as your mouth su-

"Babe." He snapped you back to reality. Your face was red. "You good?"

"Y-Yes." You replied as your fingers twitched, needing to be touching something to keep you focused. He seemed to notice and grabbed them, placing them both on top of his thighs, the last place you wanted to be touching right then because you knew them so well. You knew how they felt under you whenever you were straddling his lap, whether it was in bed or his chair, naked, riding him until-

He cleared his throat and you up at him again, turning redder in the face.

"Behave." He teased as he held up two eyeliner pencils near your eyes. He studied them for a moment before tossing one aside and uncapping the other. He then leaned down, face close to your own as he carefully moved the pencil along your bottom eyelid, looking at you but not really. The urge to pull him down for a kiss was there, and you thought the possibility of losing an eye would be worth it if you got to kiss him right then.

He was finished quicker than you thought and kissed your forehead. You realize you didn't specify how to do your makeup. Was he going to do something elaborate or simple? Your fingers tapped nervously against his thighs as you started to wonder if this was a good idea. You had worn makeup a few times in your younger years but it never looked right, so you gave up trying to learn how to do it on yourself.

But damn were you glad to have asked him to do it. It was a different kind of intimacy having him leaning over you, an eyeshadow palette in one hand and a brush in the other as he whispered for you to close your eyes, which you did without hesitation. Your hands stayed on his thighs, moving up and down his thighs slowly, fingers crooking to drag your nails over his skin. You didn't really pay attention to how much you were moving your hands until you felt the fabric of his boxers against your knuckles. You decided to push your luck as you flattened your hands back down and began to slide them up his boxers slowly.

"Babe!" He yelped as he swatted at your hand. "Hey!"

You cracked one eye open and grinned. "Sorry, didn't realize what I was doing."

"Liar." He scolded, looking scandalized by your actions. "I'll sit on you like you do me if you don't watch it."

"Aw, but Buggy!" You whined. "I can't help it!"

"Watch it." He warned as he held the brush threateningly. "Everything else is fair game right now but that. Just wait."

You pouted up at him as you let your hands move to his waist instead, your thumbs running along the waistband of his boxers. He seemed fine with that and you closed your eyes again as he began brushing the eyeshadow over your lids.

It was just hard not to touch him. Before you knew it, you were sliding your hands up his sides, to his chest, your thumbs brushing over his nipples, resisting the urge to tug on the piercings he had there. You felt him flinch when you touched him, so of course you did it again before running your fingers through his chest hair, hands moving up to his neck so your arms could wrap around him. He cleared his throat and you opened your eyes.

"Okay, I gotta keep you still." He said. "You're getting too handsy."

"But Buggyyyyyy!" You pouted up at him. "I can't help it, really. Just… fuck, you should see what I'm seeing right now. You look so damn beautiful like this."

He blushed but said nothing as he set the eyeshadow aside. He reached back to unhook your arms from around his neck, pushing them above your head suddenly and holding them against the mattress. He held them down with one hand while the other moved to your cheek, stroking your flushed skin softly.

"And if you could see how you looked right now, babe, underneath me like this…” He trailed off as he tightened his grip on your wrists, his other hand now sliding down your body, untying your robe, touching your stomach as it moved between your legs. You inhaled sharply, trying to move your legs apart for him, biting back a moan.

And then he pulled his hand back without even touching you.

“Buggy!” You whined. “Why?!”

“We’re not finished yet, babe.” He smirked. “I still have to do your lipstick.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy opla #buggy x you #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x you #one piece #opla buggy #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

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delirivmtr3mens · 8 months

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So, I'm waiting for the Buggy fanfics.

#buggy #buggy one piece #buggy x oc #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy x reader #one piece #opla

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pfpanimes · 2 months

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⌕ buggy.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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cursedvida · 7 months

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Can u do a buggy x sick reader? Fluff/comfort. The reader tries to get him to not take care of them because they don't wanna get him sick too.

I came down with a small fever and feel icky.

(if you do this, thank youuuuu)

PROMISE (Buggy x sick!Reader)

Warning: maybe swearing and the fact that english isn't my first language. Also the Reader is a f!Reader.

A/N: basically a fluffy scenario with a stubborn reader and a worried Buggy.

You haven't been feeling too well for a few days. At first it was just a simple sore throat, but now you feel your chest burning every time you cough a little. This morning you noticed that you also have a fever, not very high at first, but now you feel as if everything around you is spinning. You even have a headache because of the discomfort.

You haven't wanted to say anything to anyone, you've always been a pretty independent person and you don't want them to think that you can't stand even a simple cold. But as the hours go by, it's gotten to the point where you can hardly stand up. You feel your face getting very hot. It's not cold, but you're intemperate because of the fever. You have tried to hide your condition for as long as possible, but one of your companions seems to have gone off the deep end and now Buggy is standing in front of you, quite angry.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He's pacing back and forth nervously. He approaches you, taking off one of his gloves so he can touch your forehead.

You immediately pull away.

"Get off" you move away. "I don't want you to get it because of me. It's just a cold, don't worry."

"You're burning up, Y/N…"

You repeat to yourself that it's no big deal. Buggy is very dramatic, that's exactly why you didn't want him to know. Now he's sure to make a big deal out of it and end up sick. And it will all be your fault for not having known how to fake it properly.

You don't like to worry him, Buggy has too much on his mind to be wasting time on trifles. The idea of being a burden and not being able to fend for yourself disgusts you.

"I'll just go rest for a while and that's it" you tell him, smiling. "Don't be angry, come on…"

You sense that he is about to say something to you, but instead of opening his mouth, he just pulls his arms away from his body and sweeps you up.

"Buggy!" You exclaim, somewhere between surprised and embarrassed "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you want to go rest?"

"But I've already told you I'm going by myself. Really, if you do this you'll fall ill…"

Buggy moves closer to you, his arms back in place and now he has you pinned next to his body, carrying you as if you were a heavy sack. His face close to yours, his eyes on your face. You notice how his hands press against the parts of your body they have you by.

"Buggy, I'm serious, if we're that close…"

"What kind of guy would I be if I left you alone with that fever?"

His voice sounds dry, raspy. Buggy is usually outrageous when he gets angry, he likes people to notice him pissed off, to let everyone know he's not in a good mood and therefore the rest are going to pay for it. But right now his anger is different, much more intense, more real. Buggy doesn't yell or make a show of it, he just sounds like he's really hurt. As if you have really offended him.

"Buggy I… I didn't mean something like that. I just…"

"You think I care more about not catching a cold than supporting you?"

"Of course not!" You exclaim as you notice the pain in his words "I never thought anything like that, I just wanted to take care of you."

The clown clicks his tongue, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Look how silly you are sometimes, baby doll" He cocks a half smile just before giving you a kiss on the forehead "This time I'm the one who has to take care of you. And that's what I'm going to do."

And that last sentence doesn't sound like a warning, but a promise.

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e1dritchjackal0pe · 7 months

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🎪🏴‍☠️🌊 Buggy

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #captain buggy #op buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #buggy x oc #buggy x shanks #buggy thoughts

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hyperfreaksating · 5 months

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young parents

Redbomb masterpost

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buggyposting · 6 months

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Someone wed that clown at once

#buggy #buggy thoughts #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggyposting #jeff ward #buggy x y/n #buggy x oc

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sporadicthingcollection · 6 months

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just had a funny thought? Imagine like, buggy sending reader a letter/note, wrote w glitter gel pen and messy handwrite "To Y/N", when she opens, it "explodes"w glitter, and once she reads what is it on the inside it has a drawing of a circus tent and a pick up line "There is no circus eithout U and I"

-♠️ anom

anom u a genius

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You're sunning yourself on deck when someone taps your shoulder. You turn, only to find no one there.

Classic Buggy.

When you turn in the other direction, you expect to see him way too close to your face, either grinning like the flashy fool he is or with his lips puckered up to steal a smooch.

But he's not there. Instead, a folded piece of paper rests beside you. You pick it up.

You recognize that chicken scratch and you recognize the set up. Whatever is inside is gonna be cheesy. The elephant is pretty cute, though. You open it.

You were right. Pure, unadulterated fermented cow milk. You wonder who let him near the pencils when he was sloshed last night.

Fortunately for him, you're a diehard dairy devotee.

You tuck it into your pocket and stand. After all this milk, you need some sugar.

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tootoomanycats · 7 months

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Smut Teaser for "Performances"

18+ ONLY | Minors DNIW I hope you all are ready for a little taste of what's to cum *nudge nudge, wink wink*. I spent the last two nights up until 4 a.m. writing and editing this "little" clip. This was written with Hoziers "Eat Your Young" and "Movement" playing on a loop in the background, which really does fit the vibe TBH. Forgive me folks if there are errors and as always with my teasers do remember that changes and editing may happen when the finished chapters are posted. If you enjoyed this teaser please do not forget to like and follow for updates! Pairings: Fem x Buggy (live-action or anime) Setting: When Buggy is working with Mihawk and Crocodile (but not mentioned here) Warnings: Vag/Pen penetration, Fem Riding, Hair Pulling, Emotional inner turmoil (buggy) , Fem falling for Buggy more and more every second, mentions of anal and squirting, dominant energy switching back and forth between the two.

His ungloved hands cemented her hips to his preventing even a millimeter of movement more. Sharp teeth scraped across her shoulder bone, ending with lightly drooling lips pressed to a kiss. Glancing down the hot breath caught in her chest at the most beautiful site. Blue eyes pinched shut almost in an expression of pain, makeup rubbed off completely, round nose lightly squished into her arm. The aqua hair that was normally kept up and hidden was now a mess of waves down his back from their activities With his body still frozen from overstimulation, she pressed soft tender kisses to his temple. Swollen bottom lip dragged just slightly against his forehead and cheeks as she did as his body needed, keeping where they were joined perfectly still. She could feel his back shudder from ragged breaths as he tried to calm back down and not lose himself so soon, as badly as every never and fiber of skin wanted to. A sigh relaxed the tension in his shoulders as he enjoyed the way her mouth wandered from his face to his ear, nimble fingers looping strands of hair behind it, giving access to a hot wet tongue that outlines the shell before nibbling and sucking on the lobe.

A deep groan was both heard and felt as he buried his face into her neck, calloused hands moving up from her hips to wrap around a lithe waist and rib cage, softly gripping handfuls of skin. He was terrified of cumming too soon and possibly ending this moment that had taken so long to get. Trying desperately not to think that it might be the only one he’ll get, knowing the lies he knew now.

Pressing down feelings of betrayal and anger, an inner voice reminded him that one night was allowed, only tonight, to forget the truth and believe the farce. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her. That her gentle touches, compassionate check-ins, and supple movements were real and only for him.

That the bed would not be left cold and empty come sunrise.

Arms slid slowly, a hand cupping one side of his face to bring his eyes to hers. Rich dark colors staring back into sky blue ones, her throat gulped as the courage built to give an experimental rock of hips down together again. Both sighing in pleasure, and before he could try to hide his face again, long fingers gripped the edges of red lipstick lines, keeping it facing hers as she asked so sweetly “How does this feel? Do you want to take a break?”

He could have cried and screamed all at once right then and there. How desperate the desire to give in and fully believe that everything was real beaconed to his heart but also, how much the burning sensation to be the maniac he was clawed from the pit within to get out. To show her how much he could take from her, as she had from him. But something broke when he finally observed her expression, the detail of her brow-bone softening, head tilted down so redwood eyes could almost be at the level to give a show of concern. She cared, he reminded himself, tonight he allowed himself to believe that she cared.

“Slowly, it’s been a while since…” he trailed off eyes never leaving hers as she nodded in understanding, whispering a quiet response “I understand, it’s been a few years for me- “he looked shocked cutting her off “Years!? But you’re perfect!”

They both froze. Adams apple bobbing at the slip-up, words had been stated so matter of fact as if it were common knowledge everyone man woman and child knew. Only the howling wind filled the room, the silence was deafening. His jaw clenched tightly as she grabbed hold of his face, gasp catching in his mouth as hips rocked down on him, dragging lips close to hers as he moaned.

“What I would give” another slow and torturous row of hips, “for you to see yourself the way I do”. The ability to look away didn’t exist, even blinking terrified him, it was as if he had been hypnotized in place. His eyes did roll halfway back at the feel of her walls taking every inch of him, wetness and heat enveloping the thick girth and his mushroomed head kissing her cervix so sweetly at such a slow pace, it was heaven.

He swore he would have cum right then and there, but her eyes kept his soul locked in. His hands moved finally, shakily, one gripping her hip and the other running to the base of her neck threading fingers into her thick hair. Giving an experimental grip the air left his belly when he heard her finally moan. Her hips gave a particularly long and languid bounce in response to his touch. Everything had been so gentle, so tender up until that bounce. He didn’t mean to - maybe he did - but the grip of his hands and the muscle twitch of his arm caused her downward momentum to snap her cunt to his cock, roughly.

Both foreheads connected when she reached his base and they fully connected again. Eyes fluttered as a surprised moan slipped out. Just before Buggy could start to apologize, a sly smile had formed on her lips, another rough bounce caught him off guard causing a deep “Fuck!” to escape.

Warm soft hands cupped his face their eyes locking, never relenting on the new slow and rough pace. Slow raises followed by quick snaps, whimpers leaving his lips as she kept that sly smile still “I wish I could keep a painting of you, as you are right now.”

She watched as the most beautiful blush covered his cheeks before he hid his face in the crook of her neck. Hands gripping her hips and forcing the pace to quicken. It was her turn to whimper as the control slipped back to him. Expression changing from one of a sly fox to an open O and pleading eyes. “Would you touch yourself when you looked at it?”

“Oh fuck, Buggy” the whisper hurriedly came out. She loved the tug and pull of who would be in control. Sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room and soon enough so did the echoes of how wet that skin was. “Keep those eyes on me, baby, that’s it. We don’t want to miss anything now do we?” He asked in an almost sarcastic tone as he could tell she was getting caught up in the moment. “If you keep doing that I’m going to-“his head tilted as that all too familiar crazed look came back to his eyes, “What sweetheart, you gonna cum on my cock?” Crying out shaking her head.

“You’ll make me squirt”

A deep whining moan left his chest, grabbing her face with now detached hands, his forearms forcing her hips to continue their bouncing movements. “Oh you are a fucking treat you know that?” His breath was filled with gasps as he spoke. Left hand reached between them as it gave pressured circles to her swollen clit. Wetness pooling where they connected making his fingers all the slicker.

The floating right hand slipped up her back, threading his fingers into her hair, forcing her to look down at where they were connected. Both watched as his hand was making quick work of her clit, the girth of his cock forcing her cunt to stretch wide to take all of it.

“What other little surprises do you have for me, hu?” Heart pounding in her ears, the tips turning bright red. Between the degrading and teasing tone coupled with his praising words and controlled touches, it was hard not to feel dizzy. “I-I…” Chuckling he gave a rather rough tug on her hair “What was that sweetheart? Try again, I know you can do it”, he whispered into her temple, holding her face close to his for more skin-to-skin contact. The whimper she gave was music to his ears.

“I…. oh my god, Buggy” Gulping to wet her dry tongue, a whimper of words barely reached his ears. If she said what he thought, did she….

He paused his movements and placed his ear next to her lips. “Hunny I’m gonna need to hear you repeat that because it almost sounded like you said-“another whimper left her lips as her face bloomed red in embarrassment.

“I-I like anal.”

Using the handle he had on her hair, she was pulled back to fully sit on his cock, both groaning out in pleasure as he bottomed out, finally.

“You really are fucking perfect arnt you?”

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Jealous Boy [LA Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, oc insert, jealous Buggy, kind of possessive Buggy, making out, sexual tension, groping

a/n: Jeff Ward Buggy is literally my baby guys he’s my little scrumptious baby boy my little smoochie baby baby bear I love him so much I’m not normal. This isn’t as long as I wanted it to be but I thought it was fluffy and cute!

It wasn’t like Buggy was angry that his circus actors were thriving.

This was probably the best rehearsal time they’ve ever had; no fuck ups, no one missed their queues, sure there were a few issues with the lighting but it was just small errors. What Buggy didn’t like was how much time Y/n was spending, fluttering around with his freaks, giving them her attention instead of giving it to him.

What set him off was when he was talking to one of his performers, the snake charmer that Y/n particularly spent the most time with with(mostly because the snakes had a habit with escaping their enclosures, but Buggy chose to see it in a different light), Buggy was explaining his entrance to him, until he interrupted him.

“Oh don’t worry captain, Y/n already told me last night.”

Last night? What was Y/n doing talking to him during the night? He had to think back. She didn’t come to bed late, she woke up next to him the other morning.. when did she have time to talk to him? “What?” Buggy responded, blinking harshly for a second, looking down at the man.

The snake charmer looked up at the captain with a confused expression, “Right when we were putting away all the equipment.. before closing for the night.” He responded.

Buggy’s jaw clenched, while the man’s response did seem genuine, Buggy couldn’t help but feel an angry feeling deep inside of him. The simple thought of Y/n talking to somebody while he wasn’t there, bothered him. What else did they talk about? Was that it?

“Did she say anything else?” Buggy asked in a flat, blank tone, the kind of tone he would always use when he was about to snap. The snake charmer recognized that tone, “Uh-.. no. No captain, that was it.” He gulped. “Ok. Get out of my sight.” Buggy grunted before turning away, waving the man off as his jacket and hair swished as he turned.

“Y/N!!” Buggy shouted, storming through the ship until he found her. The girl quickly stood up from what she was doing, turning her head to look back at Buggy while holding a crate, “What?”

“Put down the box.” Buggy said, then motioned her to come to him, to which she did. He seemed angry, which wasn’t unusual, someone probably messed up a queue or something and he was here to chew her out about it, “What happened?” Y/n looked up at him, her hands in her pockets. Buggy couldn’t help but look down, looking at her hips in those low rise jeans— his crew members got to see them too, which made him even more upset. “About the snake charmer.. you were talking to him last night, weren’t you?” Buggy asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n shrugged, “Yeah.. just about his entrance, why? Did he mess it up or something?”

“Is that all you talked about?” His eyes narrowed at her, his body blocked the light coming in from the doorway, which casted a shadow over her. Y/n looked up at Buggy, confused for a moment, until she realized what was wrong; he was jealous. She let her arms hang to her side as she stepped closer to him, “Captain, you don’t have to be jealous, it’s ok.” She reached her hand up to hold the side of his face before he (quite rudely) slapped it away. “I’M NOT JEALOUS!” He barked before walking past her, then turning back around to look at her again, “You’ve been spending all of your time messing with those idiots out there when I’M the one who needs your attention!!”

“Buggy you told me to help them.” Y/n crossed her arms and tilted her hip to the side. “I told you to help them!! Not-.. “buddy up” with them!!” Buggy snapped back at her, “They think they can just come to you any time they want!” He began to pace, “That they can just speak to you when I’m not around and take your time away from me!! Do you know how sneaky that is?”

Y/n stepped closer to him again and grabbed him by the shoulder, making him pause, “Buggy.” She reached her hand up to cup his stubbled jaw, gently grazing her thumb against his cheek. He looked so adorable, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched, an angry look in his eyes, “I love you, Buggy. And if it really makes you that upset, I promise to spend the entire day with you, just you.” She whispered, then got on her tippy toes to kiss him on the lips, tilting her head so she wouldn’t bump into his nose and make him even more grumpy.

Buggy groaned softly into the kiss, his hands making their way down to her hips, gloved fingers pressing into her skin. Their lips molded against each others, he sucked on her bottom lip, then her top before letting his tongue slip into her mouth. His hands moved back to rest on her ass, one hand slipping into her back pocket. “You’re mine, you know that.” He whispered into the kiss, eyes opening slightly to look at her as his other hand went up to hold her cheek.

Her chest was against his, he loved the feeling of her on his body, holding her in his strong arms. He held the back of her head, gently gripping her hair.

“I know, Captain.” Y/n whispered back at him, kissing him on his bottom lip before pulling back, she cupped his face and looked into his enchanting green eyes, then gave him another small peck on the lips.

She pulled away and walked off, “C’mon, you can help me with rehearsal so I can watch you yell at everyone!” She giggled while looking back at him. Buggy smirked and caught up with her, giving her a squeeze on the ass once he caught up to her, “I don’t yell at people.” He scoffed, then grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

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skytk11 · 21 days

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─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

๋࣭⭑Big Three Music Headcanons! ๋࣭⭑

☠︎ Crocodile ☠︎

Classical pop music. This man would love classical music like Frank Sinatra, Etta James, and Billie Holiday. I can see him now just working while listening to classical music and in his office smoking a scar bobbing his head a little bit while the music plays on a record player.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

At last (Etta James)

Kiss of Fire (Hugh Laurie)

Born under a bad sign (Albert King)

The girl from Lpanema (Frank Sinatra)

Old Devil Moon (Frank Sinatra)

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

⚔ Mihawk ⚔

I see Mihawk listening to classical music, but more Gothic if he was listening to classical music it would be Something with the piano in it but when we're talking about Gothic I see him Listening to something with romantic goth in it like Tearful Moon, HIM, and mazzy star.

☽༺♰༻☾

I love you more than death (tearful moon)

Kiss kiss kill kill (Horrorpops)

Vampier romance (blutengel)

Slow, love, slow (nightwish)

I love you (HIM)

☽༺♰༻☾

⚝ Buggy ⚝

To be honest, I don't know what music he would like like the genre of music. I don't know. I have a feeling he listens to a lot of different types of genres because he's just a silly little guy like you'd probably listen to Edgy, Silly, And some weird ass music but we love him for that.

⛧☾༺✮༻☽ ⛧ Kiss me you animal (Burn the ballroom)

Boogie woogie Wu (ICP)

No One lives forever (oingo boingo)

HERE COMES THE HURRICANE LEGENDARY

KATRINA (Kevin Jz Prodigy)

Look who's inside again. (Bo Burnham)

⛧☾༺✮༻☽ ⛧

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It's the trope of "there's only one bed" but actually there are two twin beds and Buggy doesn't want to sleep alone, so logically you would push the two twins together to make a bigger bed, right?

Wrong. He's in your twin bed with you, limbs everywhere, taking up as much of your space as possible because he doesn't even want an inch of space between the two of you.

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scribble-dribble-writes · 7 months

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Circus ghosts

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid reader

Word count: 2000

Warnings: none

Sure princesses had to be guarded but you knew your every move was being watched. Who you talked to, where you went, you finally understood Buggy’s paranoia with having every word he uttered be recorded somewhere. You shook away the thought. It felt annoying to let him linger in your mind. After all the promises he had made, his actions only proved to be otherwise.

You weren’t his most valuable treasure anymore, knowing him it was well within his character to have had found something else that was more priceless, to let his mind wander elsewhere. Another more pestering thought propped up, after the four months that had passed now, he could be filling up his nights with other women.

They would be keeping him warm at night, holding him close like you had done once. You shook away the thought. With how difficult it was to even sneak away for a few minutes, you were never going to run into him now. So it was pointless, he was in the past, a treacherous past that wouldn’t let you forget how good it felt, how free he made your life to seem.

Helge was persistent now, trying every opportunity to get you to court him, trick you into it even. That was the mercourt. Pirates lived by a code, they had an honour amongst themselves. As much as they squandered and raided, there was a line they wouldn’t cross if they had sworn their allegiance.

But here, there was no code, there was no loyalty. It was barbaric. Nothing was wrong, the morality used to govern would change based on who sat on the throne and if no one liked you, you could be eliminated out of the boredom of the aristocrats that held their positions within the court. It was all based on the whims and fansies of the one who held the most power.

As much as the people believed you to be their powerful liberator, returned from the clutches of death. You were only a decoy. Theodora Slyvester was the one that had the mercourt wrapped around her finger. No one spoke of your parents, they were well forgotten.

The citizens were made to believe they had died in a ship wreck when they tried to flee the riot, but no one knew the truth behind the games that had occured in private. It was only you who was put of on a ship by some kind soul whose loyalty was your family line, they hid you amidst the cargo and sent away before the coup had begun.

Your parents portraits still hung in the hall of legacy that you took time to often to gaze at. They were just pictures now, nothing more. Your heart didnt stir, your mind couldn't remember how they sounded. All you could see was that you had your mother’s eyes and your father’s tail pattern. She had been a chief advisor but nothing else was written about her while your father had been a warrior. Your mother's history too shrouded in mystery.

With no other brothers or sisters, you were their only child, the only one in whose hands lied the fate of this family line. The pressure that settled on your shoulders was immense, it wasn’t just a crew you had to worry about it was a future you were unsure about. Did you have the right to reject all this? Would it ruin everything the people in these portrait had built? Your escape plans were futile and your heart was beginning to settle in this new reality.

You moved away from the portraits as you closed the book you were held about the history behind Makara's legacies when it began to bore you. You knew what privilege you held but the thirst after power and duty was never in your blood, so it felt like a trap chasing after ghosts to secure a life that didn't make you happy.

With the day of falling stars soon approaching, you felt stuck. You took action and executed plans, never took the time to scheme and strategize. Your fingers itching in impulse to seek the thrills of a fight, to move to the next step or eradicate all your enemies without any sweet talk. That's why you and Buggy worked well as a team. He made the plans, you brought it to life. You stopped yourself before you could reminisce him further.

You laid your head on the table to then place your hands over it. You laid awake at night, trying your best to fit all the moving pieces together, to try and create a way for yourself, to get what you want.

What did you want?

You were being indecisive again, your curse. You were trying to work with what you had and yet you weren’t satisfied with any of the outcomes. This was new. You were always satisfied on the pirate ship, never wanted more, day life was a bliss even with its mundaneness, your mind never longed for anything else.

Again, with the ship and the thought of Buggy's eyes. You groaned and buried the thought away as you sat up again.

Now, nothing made you happy. No one could make you laugh. Every day was the same as the one before that you lost track of time, months had felt like years. You pulled out a blank paper, your attempts at writing Buggy a letter was always useless cause you didn’t know what to say. Your pen hovering over the white sheet before you put it away, again.

Not that pirates read letters anyway.

You brought the pen back over the paper when you had an idea. Maybe you could draw him a map with a big ‘X’ pointing to where you were.

But you crumpled the sheet of paper instead and threw it to the side.

Would he still come?

This stupid question had never left you alone, constantly appearing in your mind as though you knew the answer.

You heard familiar footsteps behind you and it made you feel a bit better. “Theodora is ambitious as ever.”, Hassan spoke.

“What is she up to now?”, you got up to greet him.

He took care of the archives and with all the time you spent here, you were bound to become friends with him. He was three centuries old, only one of the few alive from him legacy line of the Banyans. His lineage were the first to inhabit Makara and though he still had a few years left in him yet. He helped you learn the intricacies between the four families that controlled the island and it’s people.

The Slyvesters, the Nerroceans, the Barracudons and the Banyans. Four tribes, four lineages that established the island three hundred years ago.

“She is not going to rest till you accept her son.”, He chuckled as he placed an invitation in front of you.

“Tell me there’s a way to get out of this.”, you frowned to which he shook his head.

“It’s tradition. A Slyvester always married a Nerrocean, together they would become the ruling pair.”, he stated as though it was obvious but that was where you never understood your family’s story.

“But my mother, she wasn’t from the Slyvester family.”, you said to which he hummed as a smile flitted across his lips.

“The most notorious pair I had ever seen. The first to break tradition too.”, he raised his brows.

You pushed away the book as your scuttled closer intrigued by his stories, he always had information that were at times left undocumented.

“Tell me more.”, you said eagerly which made him laugh.

“Your mother, I believe was a sea captain once, caught in a storm when your father saved her from a near shipwreck. That was how they first met.”, Hassan looked away lost in thought. Being alive for centuries had made him a storehouse of information but struggled with recollection.

“Your father, he was the only that could…”, he grew frustrated unable to remember what it was that he had wanted to share.

“Never mind all that, now about the ball.”, Hassan switched over to the more important matter.

"Not fair, you never finish any of the stories you begin to tell me.", you cribbed but he hadn't heard it.

“You have to go.”, he knocked his fist on the table as he passed you the envelope. You smiled as you took up the invitation.

“For what? It is going to be tedious, the music will be boring and the conversation extremely dull. Instead I could just stay here.”, you turned to him to put the invitation away when he didn’t take it from you.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re as old as me.”, he narrowed his eyes at you, his spectacles sliding down his button nose.

“Maybe I am.”, you indulged his joke before he clicked his tongue.

“I need you to come back with all the new gossip. My legs aren't what they used to be, if I was as young as you, I would have been the life of that party.”, he chuckled.

“How else am I supposed to keep up with everything that happens here?”, he looked at you making his eyes look bigger just so he could convince you and gain your favour.

You conceded. “Fine, I’ll go.”, you picked up the invite again.

It was to celebrate Helge’s birthday, you heaved a sigh, you knew what that meant for you. He was going to make it the most glamorous event all in the hopes of winning you over.

You wore a lot more of silk than lace it made you feel at home, you wore your family crest since you were the only Nerrocean alive, there was no one else who could represent your house. The legacy of a thousand generations rested in your hands and now with no one to compete with Helge for the seat next to your throne. It was pretty much set in the eyes of the court and the people. A story designed by fate itself, that when a Slyvester yearned for love, the only Nerrocean was found.

Silver was the colour that Helge and his mother wore often to represent the colour of their family. Behind you was a dress sent for you to wear. Black velvet with silver fabric creating a sultry bodice, you held it up against you.

It made you look like an eel, ready to sting. Silver was never your colour and with every opportunity you got, you used it to never comply to the rules Theodora wanted to enforce on you. The only fun you had these days was from behaving the exact opposite she wanted you to.

So instead you chose to wear a scarlet silk dress. Adorning yourself with gold and pearls, you felt regal when you caught sight of your refeltion.

You were to be Queen and with how the future felt like it was set in stone, it would be for the better if you accepted it for what it was. That whether you liked it or not, this was your life by birth right. To uphold the heritage of your parents, that was the least you could do.

As you fixed your earrings, you composed yourself. Maybe it was time to change tradition just like your parents had done, to step into the spotlight having shied away from it for so long, you could ascend the throne on your own.

And even if you did choose to marry, it would be for the sake of duty rather than love. Maintaining your position here was just like when you hid in plain sight during your espionages. Now all you had to do was stay longer and uses the information you collected for your own benefit.

But when you retouched the rouge on your lips, an inevitable truth set in and you paused. Your love would always and only be reserved for one pirate captain, one that wasn't yours anymore.

You were escorted to the ballroom, the doors swung open and you felt a grin creep across your face. Everyone in attendance were in silver clothing, except for you. The murmurs began to spread, a few gasped but this had been the most thrilling so far. You held your chin up as you descended the stairs towards the main floor, at the base, stood Helge with disappointment etched into his face. This night was getting better already.

But he held out his hand for you and you took it.

“I take it the gown didn’t suit your style.”, he looked at you, his frown still evident.

“You don’t know me well enough to know what I like.”, you spoke to him while you smiled to the people around you as they greeted you.

“Is that a challenge?”, he asked, when you looked at him he had a smirk on his face with a raised eyebrow.

“You can take it as you like it.”, you said knowing well that all his surprises so far had been underwhelming.

You and him approached the center seat that had been set apart for you. You sat down while Helge still stood looking towards the gathering.

“It has filled my soul with joy to see you all gathered here for my celebration. But before we get started with the dancing and the festivities. I have a surprise for my beloved future queen, Céane Nerrocen.”, Helge turned to you as you displayed a strained smile, not sure where this was going to go.

My Queen.

It was jarring to hear it from Helge's lips when you had already heard it from the one you loved.

This surprise was another one of Helge's antics, it was getting tiresome. He clapped his hands together as the lights dimmed down, rushing back to his seat next to you, he leaned closer.

“I thought you could do with some entertainment and I’m sure this would be more suitable to your liking.”, he grinned turning towards the dance floors while you rolled your eyes.

His form of entertainment was listening to an orchestra that had trained whales to be their chorus members. All his choices lacked a certain magic you craved.

But when the music began to play, you heart stopped. The golden light was replaced with a pinkish red hue that made you feel like you had entered the tunnel of love back at the circus.

And then you watched the performers enter, jugglers, flame throwers, contortionists and gymnasts. All of it, you couldn’t help but move to the edge of your seat. Their flashy and colorful costume making you feel alive. For once Helge had finally succeeded to find something you liked.

But when the performers spread away into the crowd, there he stood. With his long coat, red shirt tucked into black pants. His blue hair contained under his striped bandana, his stance so self assured and confident, his smile brilliant as ever. He looked put together, his make up applied with prisicion, not to induce fear but to dazzle. As you gazed at his face, one thing was certain there was no sign of the impact of your absence in his demeanor.

You realized you had forgotten to breathe, your heart stuck in your throat making you speechless.

Buggy’s sparkling eyes however, were only on you, taking in your every reaction as though he was lying in wait to exact his revenge.

“Hello, fishtail.”, he put his hands into his pockets as the music raged around you. Helge and the guests were too focused on the theatrics that no one spotted the absolute way your face had paled. Only Buggy did because his smile vanished, his eyes could never hide from you that it let all the pain he harbored seep through, to long for you from across the room.

Hassan was going to love this twist, you thought.

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